#68 kill self insert

[unusualindigo]

The Airplane Flying through my Brain

So… Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky, or at least, the one in my head, henceforth referred to as Luo Binghe… He’s taken quite a simplistic vision, really.

I imagine him as rather pale and somewhat haunting to look at, given the lack of sunlight and time spent in front of a screen. Skin so pale he’d glow in the sun, eyes that are bloodshot and heavily bagged, almost making him look like some form of undead creature.

I picture him with ginger hair, more on the orange-brown side of things, and brown eyes so dark they almost look black. He has freckles, though they’re somewhat hard to make out.

He’s kind of a malnourished, yet plump figure. His lower body is somewhat filled out in a pudgy way, he’s got a bit of a small belly to him, from all the instant noodles, but everything else is rather skinny and gaunt, save his face with his thin hamster cheeks.

I picture him standing around 158 (about 5’2) centimeters, and weighing around 68 kilograms (about 150 lbs.).

As for his personality… he’s a broke millennial who once dreamt about writing a deep and cathartic xianxia character exploration story stuck writing porn, how do you think he’s feeling?

Like, he’s still stoked to read comments, especially from Peerless Cucumber, the adorkable little dweeb, but that’s mostly just something he started doing to keep getting out of bed to me.

I think that, had he met Shen Yuan in that first life, it would’ve sucked the fun right out of Peerless Cucumber for him. Almost like a Joker and Batman dynamic. Because finding out that the anti-fan who keeps bitching about poor Binghe this and hack author that is just some rich kid who has too much time on his hands due to nepotism…

It kinda kills the persona, doesn’t it?

His broken home and fucked up family history actually make him rather similar to the self-insert he wrote to star in his novel. Why does the protagonist wear red on black? Airplane dresses like that so people leave him be at the supermarket. Why does he have wavy hair? Because Airplane does. Why is he such a talented actor? Because Airplane worked hard for those skills to survive the various foster homes.

I like to think that the protagonist was meant to be a fully hetero figure, but Airplane’s homosexuality seeped in under his notice (it happens to me sometimes, my traits finding their way into OCs without me meaning them to), and thus the protagonist is a disaster bisexual.

I really do think Bingge and his nihilistic crankiness are a reflection of pre-transmigration Airplane, who likely had a mentality of “if I make it to tomorrow, who cares how I do it?”

I think if the Airplane in my head saw himself at the end of the canon journey, he’d have mixed feelings. He’s still at the mercy of everyone else in that other world, but at least he’s carved a little niche for himself, a crumb of happiness that just wasn’t there before. But is that enough?

[lepoppeta]

For the fanfic ask thing: 6, 7, 8, 17, 22, 23, 26, 29, 35, 39, 42, 49, 68 and 75 c:

6. What's the last line you wrote?

"... he may yet make a surprisingly great trainer!"

Victor couldn't help the sneer of his top lip, or the darkening of his brow, or the way he parted his teeth just slightly and asked: "What do you mean, 'surprisingly'?"

Title: To the Victor Goes the Spoils

Fandom: Pokémon (Sword & Shield)

Relationship(s): Victor/Hop

7. Post a snippet from a WIP.

Brassius has no classmates to celebrate with; no teachers to particularly thank. Within the month, he finds an empty warehouse studio in Artazon for his fantastical sculptures and fills the gardens of his new home with roses; agave; blackberries.

Title: Carnivore

Fandom: Pokémon (Scarlet & Violet)

Relationship(s): Hassel/Brassius

8. Post an out-of-context spoiler from a WIP.

"Jack we have to go."

"... I can't."

"We have to, pet. We'll be found if we stay here, and to be quite frank..." he trails off, wincing. He folds his lips together ponderously and tries again: "... to be honest, you don't look like you could squash a roach, let alone kill a Splicer."

Title: Dark and Familiar and Deep as the Sea (re-write)

Fandom: Bioshock 1 + 2

Relationship(s): Jack Ryan/Atlas

17. Do you have a writing routine?

Absolutely not.

22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

Fandom and music have always gone hand in hand for me, so most of my titles end up being song lyrics!

I usually write with a title in mind, but sometimes it changes during the "drafting" process.

23. What is the easiest and what is the hardest: beginnings, middles, ends?

Beginnings are easier, certainly.

Endings are very difficult for me. I have a hard time conceptualizing a good stopping point in my stories; a lot of the time they keep going of their own volition, but not necessarily linearly.

26. What's your least favourite part of the writing process?

Drafting.

I can't do word vomit; I can't write things badly on purpose; I don't entirely understand how drafting works. Someone needs to take my brain and my hands and do it for me so I can have the template muscle memory to do it on my own.

29. What's something about your writing that you're proud of?

I like to think that I'm quite good at dialogue, and I think I'm getting better at making my overall prose snappier and more minimalist.

35. What's your favourite fic that you've posted?

Overall? Probably At the End of the Line (Maybe a Diamond Ring). It's relatively well-written; the ending actually ends somewhat cleanly; it paces well compared to most of my other works. I'm pleased with it. I wouldn't change it.

More recently, I'm quite fond of My Lover Stands on Golden Sands, but I also don't like the ending all that much anymore. I feel like it just... falls off at the end.

39. Most self-indulgent WIP?

I wouldn't strictly call it a WIP, but I still have a few passages from a completed Nuzlocke (OmegaRuby / X) that I was going to transfer into a prose format. It has a lot of headcanons and self-insert-y elements without it being a straight-up self-insert fanfiction.

42. What's your favourite title you've come up with?

Mentioned above, I have two (named) Pokémon stories in the works. One is "Carnivore" and one is "To the Victor Goes the Spoils". I like both.

Out of my published works I think Dark and Familiar and Deep as the Sea is my favourite (although this fic I'd hardly consider to be published in its current state). The Blue Tide Pulling me Under is also pretty up there.

49. What fic of yours would you say is the best introduction to you as a writer?

I don't think I can accurately answer this because I kind of know what I want my writing to aspire to be, but I don't really know what it is. I don't know my own quirks, I only can hazard a guess as to what I would want them to be. It would probably be a question better posed to a member of my audience rather than me.

However, true as I may think that is, it's a bit of a cop-out answer. If I had to choose I'd probably pick Athair. It needs to be re-written, though.

68. Are there any fics that influenced you to write the way that you do?

My one true fanfiction love is Hang the Fool, and that's probably influenced me the most in terms of style. It's a story that's repetitive without lingering past its welcome; it's very articulate while still being descriptive. I admire it greatly.

75. Is there a particular fic that your readers gravitate towards that you didn't expect?

My five most popular works are as follows:

Aphrodite

Athair

You're Gonna be My Bruise

Frame and Wire

The Blue Tide Pulling me Under

I don't understand why Aphrodite is ranked so highly. Maybe because it's my oldest Bioshock work and has simply been around the longest? I think it's pretty crap now, but I also think some of my newer stuff is worse.

You're Gonna be My Bruise I think is the biggest surprise. I truly think this is my worst one. It's too short. It's written poorly. It is simply bad. Why do you people like it so much?

[chloelucia13]

Night Shift

Pairing: Chip Taylor x reader

Prompt: Working the night shift always guaranteed at least one strange occurrence while you sat behind your register. However, a bloodied man dressed in a women’s shirt and hot pink flip-flops was slightly out of your comfort zone.

Warnings: the is mostly fluff (surprising for me, I know), descriptions of gore, blood, medical procedures, language, mentions of sex, kinda vulgar but that’s expected

Word Count: 4760

A/N: Hi I am sinking deeper into the MGG obsession and that might not be good for me but OH WELL. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy! As always, send me feedback, and tag lists are open!

Tags: @sojournmichael​

The sound of the entrance bell ringing nearly made you scream out loud. You were supposed to be on your break, but since literally everyone had ditched you to go home and sleep, you just had to hope that no one would bother you during your allotted thirty minutes.

You squeezed your hands into fists for a moment before getting up and walking over to the cash register. 

“Can I use your bathroom?”

You looked up at the man, eyes instinctively growing wide. 

The first thing that would’ve drawn your attention was the white women’s shirt covered in printed kiss marks that adorned his torso. However, you were too busy to notice the shirt due to the excessive amount of blood and bruising on his face.

 Your mouth opened, but you were unable to force a single word to come from your mouth. “I-I uh... Yeah. It’s at the very back.”

he just nodded and trudged off, which then brought your attention to his hot pink flip flops that seemed a size too small for him.

Your first thought was drugs, but you immediately debunked that theory. He seemed too aware to be high on anything. Along with that, his eyes weren’t red-rimmed and his pupils weren’t contracted or dilated.

But you were able to notice that his eyes were the most perfect shade of hazel you had ever seen, beautifully complimenting his olive skin that was marred with cuts and bruises.

You’re literally fawning over a dude in a girl’s tee and flip flops who, if you somehow had forgotten, was also caked in blood.

“Thank you,” the man announced as he walked back to the counter, now changed into a grey tee and jeans. “Can I also get $40 worth of gas?”

You examined his face, noticing that he had made an attempt to rinse the blood off of his face, but fresh blood had already began to ooze out of the deep cut. “You sure you don’t need any band-aids or anything?” you pondered, resting your hands on the counter. 

He shook his head quickly, wincing afterwards. “No, no, I’m good. Just the gas. Please.”

You huffed, pursing your lips as you moved to type the amount into the register. You stopped, though, and turned back to face him. “How about I only charge you $20 for a full tank and you let me patch you up?”

He squinted at you, his jaw tensed. “Why would you do that?”

“Well you clearly need medical attention, and I want something out of this.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Listen, I’m not gonna give you head or some-”

“God, no!” You scoffed, staring at him in disbelief. “I want to know what happened. And clearly, based off your previous response, I can assume it is quite a lot.”

He relaxed slightly, but kept his squint. You couldn't tell, though, if he was still doubtful of you, or if he just couldn’t bear fully opening his eyes to the harsh lights. “Again, why?”

You shrugged. “I’m a nosy bitch.”

“And how do I know that you’re not just holding me so you can call the cops?”

You let out a laugh, rolling your eyes. “God, I wouldn’t call those pigs if someone held me at gunpoint. It’s not like they’d do anything other than write some stuff down in their notebook and come to the conclusion that I was asking to get robbed.” You shook your head, pausing your rant with a sigh. “So, do we have a deal?”

His tough resolve seemed to crumble and crack with each word you spoke, finally slouching in place with relief. “Please.”

You stepped out from behind the register and stood toe-to-toe with him, getting a closer look at his face. You pulled at his eyelids, prodded at his bruises, and pressed your fingers against his scalp. You stepped away for a moment to flip your door sign to “closed” before coming back to him. “Alright, follow me.”

He nodded and followed on your heels as you walked into the employee break room. You pointed to an empty chair and he sat immediately, prompting a small chuckle from you. 

After searching through the clutter that your manager labeled the “supply cupboard,” you were able to find your first aid kit, a pair of gloves, some gauze, and some isopropyl alcohol. 

“Alright, I’m gonna get you sewn and patched up, and then we’ll head to the hospital for your concussion,” you explained, sliding the latex gloves onto your hands.

“What? No, no hospital! I thought you said you’d help me!” he argued, rising up to his feet.

“I can only do so much here. And if you don’t get that concussion checked out, you could die.” You walked over to him, setting your items down on the table next to him. “When was the last time you slept?”

You eased him back into his seat as he thought. “36 hours?”

You nodded, applying pressure to the cut that seemed the deepest. “And you haven’t slept since getting the concussion?”

He shook his head, his eyes following your movements.

“Okay. I didn’t feel any abrasions to your skull, but you might have internal bleeding or swelling.” You sat up and soaked a cotton pad in isopropyl alcohol before returning back to his cut. “This might sting a bit.” 

The moment you pressed the pad to his forehead, he let out a hiss, hands reaching out and gripping onto whatever was in his vicinity.

That just happened to be your upper thigh.

You jumped at the contact, eyes widening. 

“Shit, shit.” His hands recoiled, moving to cover his mouth. “I am so sorry.”

You cleared your throat, taking a deep breath and hoping that you were the only one who could notice the bright burning of your cheeks. “I-It’s okay. Not your fault. I probably should have given you a better warning.” You risked a glance down at his eyes before returning your gaze to the wound on his forehead. “Alright, I’m going back in. Ready?”

“Okay, I’m ready.”

You watched his fingers curl around the fabric of his jeans, gripping them with tight fists. With a quick breath and a mental reminder to ignore the prominent veins that laced his hands and arms, you pressed the cotton pad onto the wound. He let out another hiss, but kept his hands at his thighs instead of yours. “Alright,” you hummed. “Now that we got to second base, are you gonna tell me what happened to you?”

He let out a weak chuckle, his jaw clenching momentarily when you switched over to clean one of the smaller gashes. “You’ve got a few hours to spare?”

“Honey, I’ve got all night if you need it. I’m not going anywhere.”

A shaky sigh left his lips, and you watched as his eyelids fluttered closed, his lashes gently dusting against his skin. “My girlfriend- my ex-girlfriend- convinced me to go with her to steal $68,000 from a guy she... she worked for.”

You nodded slowly, grabbing another soaked cotton pad and doing a quick sweep over his skin. “So the guy caught you and beat you up and... Put you in women’s clothes?”

He shook his head. “We got the money, but she had other plans. She killed the guy, but I guess we didn’t check the house very well.” He gulped. “There was another girl there. Another girl who worked for that guy. I-I tried to... To have my girlfriend let her go, but she made me take the girl.”

A whole array of emotions were experienced while the man went through his story: anger and disgust at his girlfriend, heartbreak from the death of Violet, pure rage at the actions of the two gas station attendees and their friends. 

However, the most prevalent emotion was remorse. Remorse for this man you just met, for this man you don't even know the name of.

“... Holy shit,” you whispered, finally, pulling your hands away from his skin and crouched down until you were eye-level with him.

He chuckled, pursing his lips and attempting to blink away the tears that flooded his eyes. “Yeah. Holy shit.”

“I...” Your eyes searched his, hands mindlessly reaching forward to grip onto his hands that had loosened their grip on his jeans long ago, now lying gently against his thighs. “Do you need a hug?”

“I... I think so.”

With any inhibitions flying out the window, you wrapped your arms around him gently but firmly, hugging him as best you could.

From how tightly he had immediately clung onto your waist (and based on the vile stories he had told you just moments ago), you could assume he hadn’t felt a kind touch in a long time. 

And it seems that, as you melted into his touch, that he wasn’t the only one who needed that hug.

So much comfort from a man who was bloodied and beaten. From a man you hadn’t even gotten the name of.

God, you might actually be losing it.

The moment you felt his grip loosen, you pulled away, searching his eyes as you slowly stood up straight. 

“Thank you,” he spoke his voice hoarse.

You just nodded, giving him a shy smile before stepping over to your first aid kit, searching through its contents. “Have you gotten stitches before?” you questioned, grabbing a suture needle and beginning to clean it with isopropyl alcohol.

“Once when I was like ten, why?” You noticed him turning out of your peripheral. 

“The wound on your forehead needs stitches. Only a few, though.”

You heard his breath catch in his throat, feeling his eyes trained on you as you threaded the needle.

“I assume you’re not a big fan of needles?” You carried the needle and thread over to him, flickering your gaze between your tools and the gash in his forehead.

“Not really, no,” he huffed, face scrunching up in disdain.

You nodded, crouching down to look him directly in the eye. “Do you want me to count down?”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he considered his options for a moment, then nodded. “Y-Yeah.”

You gave him a reassuring smile before attempting to situate yourself as close to the wound as possible without blocking any light, but to no avail. You examined your space, letting out a sigh when an idea came to your mind. “Okay, I'm gonna have to...” You stepped closer, slowly placing one hand on his shoulder as you placed one leg on the outside of his right leg. “I’m gonna have to put my knee on the chair.” Grimacing, you lifted your knee and placed it on the chair gap that laid between his legs, your knee just centimeters away from his crotch. “I’m so sorry. Just... Don’t make any sudden hip movements.”

Once you were fully situated, you lifted your suture needle and lined it up with the area where you needed to make the first stitch. Quickly, you risked a glance down and saw that he was staring up at you.

In any other situation, with the heat radiating off his crotch and the way he was looking up at you, you definitely would’ve fucked this man on the spot. 

(But you couldn’t deny that he still gave you butterflies.)

“Ready?” you questioned, pulling your thoughts back to the present moment. 

With an audible gulp, he nodded. “Ready,” he hummed, eyes fluttering shut.

“Okay, one, two-” Quickly, you began gliding the needle through his skin, stitching the gashed skin together.

“Shit!” His body tensed, jaw clenching tightly.

“Sorry, it’s better if you don’t expect it.”

He breathed harshly through his nose, hands once more returning to his lap, gripping onto his jeans. 

“There’s something you didn’t tell me,” you spoke, brow furrowed as you focused on the sutures.

“Hmm?” he glanced up at you before wincing, closing his eyes.

“Did you ever get the money back?” He was silent for a moment. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

You nodded, gently brushing his hair back with your free hand as you finished the sutures and snipped off the remaining thread. “What’re you going to do with it?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t really had the time to think about it.”

A chuckle passed your lips. “What’ve you been doing the whole time you’ve been here?”

“Oh, just reliving my trauma.” You grinned, walking back over to your work area and grabbing some gauze and medical tape. “Don’t worry, it’ll just add to your personality. That and the nasty scar that cut will leave.” You tucked the supplies into your pocket and walked back to him. “Do you have anything else wrong? Any pain in your ribs or stomach?”

“I might have a broken rib or two.”

“Can you lift up your shirt for me?”

He slowly nodded as he rose to his feet, letting his hands gently pull his shirt up. As each inch of flesh was revealed, the bruises that spattered his torso and sides grew darker and darker. 

You cleared your throat, diverting your attention away from the obvious hickies that trailed from his chest down to just above his jeans, instead focusing on the heavy bruises that laid on his ribcage. After silently praying that your cheeks weren’t bright red, you stepped close and pressed your fingers against his bruises. He immediately hissed out in pain, recoiling from your touch.

“Sorry, sorry,” you hummed, directing him to sit back down. “You definitely have a few broken ribs, the others are probably just bruised. Nothing that some rest and painkillers can’t fix.”

As you got to work patching up his cuts, his eyes lingered on you. “How do you know about all this? All the medical stuff?” he pondered, pulling away slightly to look at you fully.

“I was working on getting my medical degree,” you explained briefly, securing a piece of gauze with medical tape. 

“And you just quit and decided working in a gas station was better for you?” You scoffed. “God, no. It... It wasn’t exactly my choice to make.”

“What do you mean?”

A small huff left your nose. “I thought we were supposed to be talking about you and your trauma, not mine.”

“Hey, you’re the one who took me in and gave me medical treatment free of charge. The least I could do is be your therapist for a minute.”

You pulled your lower lip between, closing your eyes. “It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time.”

“And I thought I was stubborn.” After securing the last piece of gauze onto his face, you stepped back and examined his features. “Give me a second.”

You hurried out of the back room and over to the freezer, grabbing two bags of frozen peas before hurrying back to him. You directed him to hold one against his eye and the other against his ribs. He complied with your first direction, but decided instead to rest the second bag on his crotch. After you shot him a strange look, he explained with a huff, “I’ve been kicked in the balls more times this past 48 hours than I have in my whole life.”

You shrugged. “Fair enough.”

As you began walking away, he spoke up. “Are you gonna tell me your story or just leave me hanging?”

With a small grin on your lips, you dragged a metal chair over to where he was sitting, placing it right in front of him and sitting down. “I’ll tell you if you tell me something”

“What’s that?”

“What’s your name?”

He let out a sigh, though he gave you a grin. “Chip. Chip Taylor.”

“Chip.” You tested the name on your tongue. “It’s fitting. A nice American name for a nice American boy.”

He scoffed at that one, earning him a bright smile from you. “How about you, what’s your name?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

“A nice name for a nice girl.”

You shoved his shoulder, only to immediately apologize afterwards. After he brushed it off, the two of you sat there in silence for a moment.

“I went into college when I was 17. I graduated a year early. I was in college for a few years, and my parents were paying for it all.” You pursed your lips, casting your gaze to the floor. “When I was 20, my parents got into a car crash. They both died.” “I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head, clearing your throat. “When we finally got the will, I found out that I was left out of it. My brother got the money and my sister got the estate, and I got nothing. I tried to stay in school, tried to keep going with my degree, but I got sucked into debt.” You finally looked up at him, staring into his sympathetic gaze. “Both of my siblings are successful and I’m stuck in the middle of buttfuck nowhere working at a gas station and about $15,000 in the hole.”

Chip’s mouth open,d but before any words could come out, you stood up and began cleaning everything up. “You never should’ve had to go through that. You don’t deserve to suffer.”

You hummed, tossing your gloves into the trash. “Says the person who literally went through a fucking horror movie.”

“Oh come on-” “Chip, trust me. My life sucks, but it doesn’t compare in any way to what you’ve gone through. Like, you had an abusive girlfriend-”

“She wasn’t abusive!”

You sighed, turning to look at him. “Chip. She was abusive, through and through. And I know it's hard to see, trust me I know, but it’s true. She literally manipulated you into killing someone and kidnapping someone else.”

 He stood up from his seat. “Well... Well maybe I deserved it! Maybe I needed to be roughed up and treated like shit so that I’d be a man! But you, you deserved nothing bad that happened to you. You... You’re too good.”

You were stunned, taking a moment to process what he said before walking over to him, tilting your chin up to look him in the eye. “Chip, you take back what you said right now.”

“What-”

“I’ve known you barely an hour but I know that you are one of the kindest, most gentle men I’ve ever met who doesn’t deserve an ounce of the shit he’s gone through. Now take back what you said about yourself.”

“Y/N-” You acted without a thought in your mind, your palm colliding with his cheek. However, as soon as your mind caught up with your body, you instantly pulled your hand to your chest. “Oh my god, I am so sorry. I-I don't know why I just did that.”

“Do it again.” Your eyes widened. “What?”

“Hit me again.”

Your hands were shaking, remnants of adrenaline still lingering in your veins. Hesitantly, you brought your hand up. You watched his eyes follow your hand, instinctively flinching and eyes squeezing shut. Instead, you laid your palm on his cheek, against the warm mark that was there from your doing. 

His eyes slowly fluttered open, furrowing his brow in confusion. “What are you doing?” he whispered, voice gruff.

“I’m not gonna hit you Chip.” “Why?”

“Because caring for people doesn’t mean harming them. And you don't need to change. You don’t need to be a ‘man’ because the man you’re thinking of is a douche. Men without emotions are fucking douche bags. They’re the guys who hurt you, they’re your ex’s brother. They’re assholes. And you’re not an asshole or a douche, you’re kind. You’re perfect the way you are.”

He was silent for a moment, eyes scouring yours as his lips pursed, but he let your hand linger on his cheek. 

“Run away with me,” he spoke finally.

Your breath caught in your throat, your whole body stock still as shock flooded your body. “... What?”

“I mean it. We can both get out of our shithole situations and find somewhere else! Be someone else!”

“But I barely know you! A-And you barely know me! For all you know I could be planning to take your money and run!”

He grabbed your hand, which had shifted from his cheek to gesture wildly around. “But you won’t.”

“How are you so sure about that?”

“Because if you really wanted to just take my money and leave, you would’ve done it already.”

You pursed your lips, glancing down at your hand that was still linked with his. “What if I hurt you? Take advantage of you like that girl did? I mean, I’m a fucking gas station attendant too. How can you trust me after all that?”

He shook his head. “I... I don’t know. I just have a feeling. I just... I feel safe with you.”

You pressed the heels of your palms into your eye sockets, letting out a groan. “Okay, okay.” Scrubbing your hands over your face, you began to pace. “Okay, this is what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna go to the hospital and I’ll just say you showed up here and needed medical attention and I have no clue who you are. You’re gonna get all checked out and make sure nothing’s wrong. We’ll get back to this conversation once I know for sure that there’s not something wrong with your goddamn mind.”

“I thought we were good! No need to go to a hospital!” “I can’t do shit here other than patch you up! Let’s go, no more arguments.” 

He let out a huff, trying his hardest to act upset, but his gentle eyes gave him away.

***

After some arguing, you were able to convince Chip to have him hand over his keys, allowing you to drive him to the hospital considering you only had a bicycle.

Once you pulled up, you immediately grabbed the manila envelope full of money and shoved it under the seats. “Okay, give me your wallet,” you hummed, unbuckling yourself.

“What? Why?” he whined, wincing afterwards.

“Because I have a plan. Now either give me your wallet or hide it somewhere.”

He grumbled a few words under his breath before complying, stashing his wallet with the hidden envelope of cash. “Fine. What’s your plan?”

“You stumbled into the gas station, said you were mugged. You don’t know who it was, but you need medical attention.” You moved to open the door, but paused to turn to him. “Also, you don’t know your name.”

“Why?” he persisted. 

“Because you can be a considered a missing person. Or a fucking fugitive if they’ve already linked the killings to you. So, you don’t know your name. Understood?”

He rolled his eyes but nodded, getting out of the car. You got out as well and rushed over to his side, draping his arm over your shoulder. “This is ridiculous.”

“You know what’s ridiculous? Getting fucking charged for like ten counts of murder! Now act like a damsel in distress and suck it up!”

The two of you trudged along the parking lot and into the ER entrance.

As soon as you two stepped foot inside, a team of nurses instantly swarmed the two of you, whatever mundane task they were doing immediately fleeing their minds.

“What happened?” one nurse urged, shifting Chip from your shoulder to hers.

“I-I don’t know. He just came into the station during my shift saying that he was mugged. I patched him up but I’m pretty sure he’s got a concussion and possibly some internal bleeding,” you explained with no hesitation, exchanging a glance with Chip before two nurses carried him past a set of doors.

Meanwhile, another nurse handed you a clipboard full of documents, requesting that you fill them out. You just nodded in response, scribbling through the forms with only half of your brain working to figure out what they were asking.

The other half of your brain was focused on his proposal that he made earlier. 

You had to admit, ditching this life and running off with a complete(ly handsome) stranger who had obtained $68,000 through some less than pure means honestly sounded like a dream. No shitty customers, no being stuck in a shithole town, no shitty family breathing down your neck. You’d be free.

On the other hand, however, $68,000 isn’t a lot of money on the grand scheme of things. Sure, you could probably pay for food and a studio apartment, but one of you would have to get a job eventually. And that doesn’t even add in the question as to where you two got the money, or how exactly you two would “disappear.”

The insistent questions and worries plagued your mind as you sat in the fluorescent-lit waiting room, making your skin look sickly and much more ashy than you had realized.

At some point those insistent worries must have lulled you to sleep as you woke from someone shaking your shoulder, startling you awake. “Hmm, what?” you mumbled, quickly rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Sorry to wake you, ma’am,” the nurse hummed, standing up straight. “We’ve completed the check up on the man you’ve brought here. Luckily, you two came in just in time. He most definitely had a concussion, and a severe one at that. He also was suffering with some internal bleeding, but luckily we’ve been able to get everything under control. If you’d like, he can stay here during his recovery-”

“No, no, I’ll take care of him. Do I need to sign any patient release forms?”

She gave you a slightly shocked look, but nodded. “I’ll go get those. He’ll also be prescribed some medication that we’ll send to the drugstore of your choice to be filled, but we’ll send you home with a few pills just to get him through until those prescriptions come in.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

She nodded and gave you one last glance, almost as if she was waiting for you to change your mind, before leaving to retrieve the medications and paperwork.

The nurse returned a moment later with a clipboard and medications in her hands, with Chip trailing/limping behind her. He settled into the chair besides you, his eyes lingering on you as the nurse handed you everything.

As soon as the nurse retreated, he rested his hand atop yours. “You don’t have to take care of me, y’know,” he hummed, his voice low and raspy.

You shrugged, signing along the dotted lines. “It’s no problem. Besides, I told you I’d fix you up and make you feel better, so that’s what I’m gonna do.” you sighed, scanning over a few paragraphs of text. “And I know that if you stay in the hospital, you’ve got a pretty good chance of being linked with... y’know, everything that just happened.”

You pulled out the sheet that gave you detailed instructions for the medications he was taking, folding it up and handing it to him before getting up and turning in all the papers at the front desk. When you turned back around, Chip was staring at you with a look of awe. Or maybe it was confusion. 

“What?” you hummed, helping him up from his seat and slinging his arm over your shoulder.

He cleared his throat, walking alongside you as his gaze shifted to the floor. “Nothing,” he whispered. “I... I was just thinking.”

“What about?”

He pursed his lips, leaning against the car once the two of you reached it. “I can’t remember the last time someone’s taken care of me,” he admitted, his brows furrowed.

Your facial features softened at his confession, your hand gently reaching out to rest on his shoulder. “Well you’re gonna have to get used to it, Chip.”

A small smile tugged at his lips. “Does that mean-”

“It means we’ll try it out, and if I hate you by the end of the week I’m kicking you to the curb,” you barked, but a smile tugged at your lips too. “Now get in the car. I’m tired and I wanna sleep.”

He flashed you a grin but obliged, going over to the passenger side and sitting down in the car. “Hey Y/N?”

You hummed in response, starting the car and putting it in reverse.

“Thank you. For everything.”

You gave him a full smile this time, driving away from the hospital. “I’m just trying to show you that not all gas station attendants are horrible.”

[boldlyvoid]

Rated R For Revenge

18+

Summary: two neighbours, both on the run with fake identities, fall in love with each other while planning a murder

Warnings: abusive husbands, rape mentions, drugging, faking own death, premeditated murder, getting revenge, torture, it's graphic so read with caution but he deserved it, strangers to lovers, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampies, love confessions.

word count: 6.7K

Spooky Week Masterlist

When he first met her, she was going by the name Este, and everyone in town was calling him Charlie… she moved in next-door around 3 months ago, renting the old and empty house he’s lived beside for 5 years now.

She opened all the windows, painted the walls and cleaned the yard. He watched her when he was home, not in a creepy way, but because she was so graceful. Like Cinderella, she had a way about her that made the most mundane task look glorious. She would spin around, singing along to her music as she swept the floor, opening the back screen door and letting the dust-out and sending him a nervous, press-lipped smile and a wave.

She was friendly to a point. She didn’t go out of her way to interact with people, she was polite when she had to but she mostly stayed inside. He never saw her leave the property, he wondered how she got her groceries and if she was taking care of herself half as much as she cared for the house.

“Hey, Este?” He called with a wave but she never turned around. Raking the fall leaves in her yard, he calls it again and still nothing.

“Hey!”

She turns then, “sorry, hi Charlie.”

“You can call me Chip if you want?” He smiles. “That’s my real name, the one I had before I moved here and started my new life.”

She stutters and panics, “e-excuse me?”

“You’re not used to people calling you Este yet are you? If you want to make it believable you need to answer to the name,” he keeps his voice low and eyes locked on hers. “I’m not judging, everyone needs an escape plan… but if you need any advice or help… I ran a while back.”

She swallows sharply and looks away with a sigh, “Y/N, that’s my real name.”

“It’s pretty,” he smiles again, hoping she’ll liven up a bit.

“I’m pretty sure I’m safe, but…” she looks around at their empty street and the enclosure of trees around them and she lets out a shaky breath. “I’m always on edge that he’s going to find me again. How did you do it?”

“I wasn’t running from someone,” his face fills with worry for her. “Do you want to come over later for dinner? I’m learning how to make a roast and I’d love to get to know you? The real you?”

She hesitates, looking at his house and then him, “how do I know I can trust you?”

He takes out his wallet, placing it in her hands. “I’m trusting you with all my cards and things, my roast will be done in a few hours, if you don’t spend all my money by then, you’re free to join me?”

She laughs, “how are you so trusting?”

“I’ve been where you are, I wish I had a friend when I was hiding.”

She smiles at him, trusting him finally and giving in with a nod. “I’m making a peach cobbler, I’ll see you at 6?”

He nods while walking back towards his house, “I’ll be expecting you.”

—

She digs through his wallet in her kitchen as she waits for the cobbler to finish. 4 business cards for various companies she’s seen around town, a debit card, 2 credit cards and his licence. Charles Taylor jr… and his emergency contact info. Organ donor and 40 years old, he seems like a wonderful person.

But the last man she thought was good is the reason she’s so fearful now, they can change so quickly.

Long story short, don’t marry a white politician with daddy’s money. No matter how broke you are… the physical and emotional abuse isn’t worth it.

It’s only been 3 months since she “died”. 3 months since she ran away from her old life and ended up on the other side of the country.

This small little Georgia town, equipped with a truck stop diner, the old bank that looks like it was built in the 1800s, and a small family-owned market. About 15 miles down the road there was a small high school that took in kids from the 6 surrounding towns, and the gym there was used as a town hall when needed. It was a tight-knit community, one she would have never dreamed of visiting if it wasn’t for Him.

She threw a dart at a map 6 months ago, when she started her plan to run. And she did it by literally running.

Her husband liked to abuse her in the mornings right after breakfast, it was basically a scheduled event every day. Afterwards, he would tell her to do something productive, to get out of his face because he was tired of looking at her, so she went for a jog.

She’d Jog to the middle of the forest that surrounded their secluded Seattle home, she’d sit on the same called tree trunk, and she’d cry her eyes out while she planned.

If she just never came back from a run one day, he’d go out looking for her. He would find her if he knew she was alive, he’s told her that he would find her if she ran… so she needed him to think she was dead if she was ever going to be really free.

She convinced him to let her take a job at the local library once a week, thinking she was reading books to children in preparation for when they started their own family eventually. When in reality, she was meeting the nurse in town to steal blood drawing equipment, using her free time to store enough blood to convince the police she was dead.

She spent 3 months planning, storing things like a chipmunk preparing for winter. Every time she went grocery shopping with his card, she took out $20 in cash to buy her supplies. Her husband also had a habit of leaving whatever money was in his pockets on her dresser… claiming she should buy herself something nice for being such a good girl for him. If only he knew she had saved every penny he’s left her, so she can leave him.

Now, she’s making a pie while anxiously imagining how this dinner could go. Men were unpredictable and it made her terrified for every outcome. It would be horrible if she fell in love with him and he was nice and kind and everything she wanted, because then she’s just jumping from one man to another when she is stronger than that. And on the other hand, he could just be trying to get her alone to rape and murder her. Everything her mind conjured up was terrible, but she went over anyway.

In a nice dress with a hot pie in her hands, she knocks on his door with shaky hands.

He rushes to the door, opening it with a smile. “Hey, Y/N, come on in,” he ushers her inside quickly and lets the screen door slam behind her. “Do you know how to make gravy? By any chance?”

He presses his teeth together awkwardly, desperate for help and covered in flour, she laughs. “I do, where’s the kitchen?”

He sighs and pushes his hair off his face, “thank god, this way.”

It’s surprisingly easy to talk to him. He has a calming aura that brings her peace as she enters his kitchen. “It smells amazing,” she compliments him while laying the pie on the counter.

“Thank you,” he smiles, proud of himself.

“So I just need some butter and flour,” she instructs, wrapping the apron that was on the oven handle around herself to protect her dress.

He watches over her shoulder as she does it, amazed that it was so easy when he thought it was going to take forever. “Thank you,” he says as she finishes whisking. “You’re a life saver.”

She laughs to herself, for a dead woman, that was an odd compliment.

She helps him plate everything, joining him in his living room for a candle-lit dinner. He laid out placemats and fancy glasses and wine… She took a deep breath and told herself it was going to be fine.

He notices, “do you prefer white? I have other drinks too?”

“No, no,” she shakes her head. “I just got a little triggered, I’m sure some things still get you.”

He nods too, “so no red wine.” He takes the bottle off the table and brings it into the kitchen. He comes back out with a root beer, ginger ale and a water, “take your pick?”

She takes the ginger ale with a smile and sets it on her place setting. “You’re just a little too nice.”

“So I’ve been told,” he shrugs. “It’s gotten me in a lot of trouble, being too nice and doing things for other people…”

“Is that why you’re hiding?” She didn’t expect to bring it up so quickly but it was bound to happen.

He nods, “it’s a really long story.”

“Luckily for me, my trip home is short,” she makes a joke, feeling comfortable with him. “I’m all ears.”

He tells her everything. Every gross, over-detailed moment that led to him killing a room of people and lighting it up before retreating to Georgia.

She’s barely able to eat her dinner listening to the whole story… “you killed how many people?”

“Myself? I’m not sure… I want to say, six people? But they were all about to kill me and one of them was a serial killer… and one was my ex who killed Violet— it’s not something I’m proud of. I wish I didn’t have to.”

“I can see why,” she agreed, taking a sip of her drink and avoiding his eye contact.

“What about you?”

“My husband abused me,” she whispers. “I’m technically supposed to be dead.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirks. “How’d you do it?”

“Every week I saved up money, I hid things and I pretended to take jogs. I saved a little of my blood every day and spread it in the woods towards the cliffside so they’d think I was murdered and dragged… my funeral was in July.”

“Holy shit,” Chip loves it, “that’s really smart.”

She laughs, “it’s insane… I had to kill myself to get away from my husband. No one would help me, the cops said they couldn’t do anything… they said I could do a citizen's arrest if he hurt me again, no one cared until I was dead.”

“That’s the unfortunate truth, no one gives a shit about each other anymore,” Chip shrugs.

“Would you give a shit if he found me? He always said he’d find me if I ran, I’m so scared he’ll actually do it…”

“I have 2 guns if you want one?” He suggests, “I don’t need them they’re just up in my night table.”

“You’re kidding?”

“No, I’m completely serious, I mean I can try and be there for you if he comes back but I’m not here all the time, I have a job so… but I don’t want you to be unprotected.”

“I wish I was strong enough to just kill him,” she mumbles.

“We could do that?”

She stares at him like he’s lost his fucking mind, “going for lucky number 7?”

He shrugs, “any many who hurts a woman enough to fake her death and run away, deserves it.”

“Do you want to know what he did to me?” She cant look at him while she asks.

“No,” he’s honest. “If you want to tell me one day, sure. But not now, not like this.”

“Thank you, chip,” she smiles, “I haven’t met any good men in a very long time.”

He raises his drink, “and I’m not going anywhere.”

—

He was incapable of leaving her alone. He stopped by most nights to make sure she was okay, he waved to her every morning when she had tea on her porch and he left for work, and he thought about her all day long. He joined her at the grocery store on Sundays, he invited her over to watch Survivor on Wednesdays and they had dinner together at least twice a week.

She was his best friend.

The longer he knew her, the more he loved her. He knew he liked her when he first noticed her, he knew he’d have an unrequited crush for a while but now he’s concerned she likes him back. He’s concerned because it’s making her grow distant, he can tell she’s scared and it’s all because of the bastard that lied about loving her before.

It made him angry beyond belief to imagine there was someone out there who was able to love her and instead laid hands on her. They saw her beautiful face and crushed it with their hands instead of smothering her in kisses and positive affirmations and making her believe she was truly loveable.

He wanted to kill him for what he did to her, for how he made her feel and just because he could.

He waited 2 months before he finally couldn’t wait anymore, he had to find the guy and figure out how to get revenge. They were sitting together on her porch swing, blanket across their laps, drinks long gone and just the sound of the crickets to keep them company under the Georgia stars.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot,” she smirks.

“What was his name?”

She turns to look at him with immense fear in her eyes, “why?”

“I want to google him… I want to know what he looks like and who he is so that if I ever see his stupid face I can hit him with my car,” he’s open and honest… well as honest as he could be.

“You really want to murder him?” She whispers, “are you a serial killer? Do you enjoy it?”

He laughs, shaking his head, “no, no I don’t enjoy it. It was the scariest, most traumatizing thing I’ve ever been through but— fuck it, you know what? I really like you and it makes me sick thinking he’s happily living his life while you’re in fear every day.”

“Dustin Cuthbert,” she whispers, “he lives in Clifton Trail, near Seattle.”

“Okay,” he wraps an arm around her and holds her close. “I’m sorry… truly, I wish you never went through that.”

“Thank you,” she nudges him with her shoulders, looking up into his eyes with a soft smile. “You’re sometimes too perfect, and it scares me cause he was really amazing at first too… but you don’t feel fake, your kindness is so welcoming and warm and I feel safe and it scares me.”

“I’m never going to hurt you,” he whispers back. “You can count on that, I’m going to worship the ground you walk on as long as I know you because that’s what you deserve. No matter what he told you or what he made you think, I know you deserve all the good things in the world and I will spend forever convincing you that.”

Then she does the unimaginable— she leans in and presses her lips to his. Reaching over, he places his hand on her cheek and holds her there, breathing her in before pulling away quickly. She just smiles quickly before pulling him back in, her tongue dances along his bottom lip, begging for more as she wraps her arms around him and holds him close.

Making out on her porch swing was the last thing he thought would happen after asking her about her husband.

—

With some digging and a few friends, Chip was able to find out that her husband had a few other dead wives. One from a robbery gone wrong, another who died in the bathtub after a few too many glasses of wine… the fucking wine.

and last but not least, a wife who was murdered in the woods.

Chip laid it all out in front of her at his kitchen table, faxed to him from a friend was all the old newspaper clippings and internal reports from the Seattle police. “Don’t ask how they got it,” was the only thing he said.

“And how did he get away with this for so long?” She shakes her head in disbelief.

“He has a lot of money, ” Chip points out. “It’s easy to get the cops to look the other way when you’re a rich 50-year-old white guy… seriously how did you find him?”

“He found me,” she opens up. It’s about time he knew. “I needed to get off my best friend's couch, my parents were terrible, I have no one else and he knew that. It was easy for him to get me alone and convince me he would take care of me. He took me to events and gave me wonderful gifts and bought me so many dresses and then we got married and he hit me for the first time 14 days later.”

“I really want to kill him,” chip whispers towards her. “Who does his money go to if he’s dead?”

“His only daughter Sammy,” she explains. “He hasn’t seen her since her mother died. But I never knew how she died, I just thought it was like cancer or something?”

“Seriously?” His eyes widen, “you’d let me go kill him?”

She nods, “it would be easier if he got a call saying I was still alive and living in New Mexico, we meet him there and kill him and leave him in the desert and no one will know.”

“We?”

She nods, “ever since you said you have a gun I have been thinking about how easy it would be to just pull the trigger and never have to think about him again.”

His breathing changes then and she swears she can see his interest in her grow tenfold. “Let’s do it.”

“Okay, call him.”

“No,” Chip shakes his head. “No, we need to plan. Get some paper, we’ll burn it all after. How much cash do you have on hand currently?”

“Uh… I have like 2 grand left? He might even offer you a reward?”

“We need to buy the supplies with cash, we’re going to need shovels, bleach, lighter fluid, plastic bags and tape.”

She nods along as he lists them, “I’m pretty sure I have most of that…”

“We need to plan the meeting place, how to kill him and where to bury him and when,” Chip explains.

“After we kill him, can we go back to Seattle so I can get some of my old things if he still has them? And then I can take whatever money was in the safe still and we can leave a suicide note… saying he was going to join me in the lake so they don’t go looking for him?” Y/N plans on her feet, not wanting to have it traced back to her, even if she was supposed to be dead.

“Yeah,” he nods, “that’s a really good idea. They’ll think he was clearing out before he killed himself like most people do… if you still know his bank information make some charitable donations too… spread the wealth before he kills himself.”

“We’re really doing this,” she smirks, getting up from her seat and sitting in his lap. She runs her hands up his arms and along his shoulders, cupping his jaw as she stares in his honey brown eyes, “you like me enough to plot a murder for me?”

“If it’s not too soon, I think I love you,” he whispers. “But I respect that you’re not ready.”

“Who said I’m not ready?” She teases, “you are already 10 times better than Dustin could ever pretend to be, I trust you with my life and now we’re going to take his together… it would be weird if you didn’t love me.”

“Does that mean?” His brows raise, his hands slip down her back to her butt and he gives her a squeeze.

She nods and her heart races in her chest, “a little… more than I thought I would and it’s terrifying.”

“I’m never going to hurt you,” he repeats his same promise as before.

“I’m never going to hurt you either,” she whispers back, leaning in and pressing her lips to his quickly before whispering against him again. “You also deserve better, I’m sorry you lost the person you thought finally cared, but that person is me now.”

A tear slips down his cheek, “sorry.”

She wipes it with a smile, “no, don’t because that means you’re real. You have emotions, this is a good thing. You’re not a killing machine but this fucker deserves it… they all did.”

He nods, “that's why I like you.”

“I like you, Chip,” she smiles with her lips pressed together, still smiling when Chip kisses her. Smiling more when he picks her up and carries her down the hall to his bedroom.

Even though it doesn’t go past kissing, being held by him all night was the nicest feeling in the world. He was holding her in some way or another the whole night, kissing her shoulder even in his sleep as they spooned, pulling her on top of him when he rolled over. He couldn’t get enough of her and for once, she felt truly loved.

—

They’ve planned everything.

Chip traded in his Honda for a Jeep, stealing 2 sets of plates from different cars at a local junk yard for their trip to New Mexico. He needed to be able to drive Dustin off-road, towards Y/N’s “mother’s house” which was actually an empty lot in the middle of nowhere with a pre-dug grave.

They were currently in a Motel in the town over, making a call from a number that cant be traced to them before they head to Hatch, New Mexico.

He takes a deep breath while she dials the number, handing the phone back to him with a nervous grin he stared at the paper of rehearsed notes.

“Hello?” Dustin answered, making Y/N shiver immediately.

“Hi is this Y/N’s husband?”

“Yes, uh, who may I ask is calling?” He responds, fake as fuck making chip want to beat him to a pulp more.

“I’m an old friend from school. I saw her around town last week and I thought I’d call to see if she was—“

“What do you mean you saw her?” He cuts him off. “She died. She’s dead. And if she wasn’t you wouldn’t be allowed to see her, I don’t know who you think you are—

“I talked to her,” he cuts Dustin back off. “At the grocery store here in Hatch, New Mexico… she cut her hair and it’s a different colour now but it was her.”

“You’re 100% positive?”

“Yeah,” chip’s voice gets a little high, “I mean, yes. I’m positive, I had this number from around when you got married… I thought she was here to visit her mother or something?”

“So you were having an affair with my wife?” He questions, heated just the way they wanted.

“Oh yes,” Chip smirks. “I’ve fucked her a few times… whenever I was in Clifton Trail.”

“Who the fuck is this?”

“You know what? Fuck you, I’m just going to find her on my own and keep fucking her,” Chip says, “or you can give me 10 grand and I’ll tell you where she is.”

“10 grand?” Dustin repeats, unsurprised and thinking it over quickly. “Deal.”

He looks at Y/N with wide eyes, mouthing ‘that was easy?’

“I can meet you at the Hatch Royal Motel in 2 days and take you to her mom's house?” Chip lies.

“How do I know you’re telling the truth,” Dustin asks.

“She has a birth mark on the inside of her left leg on her underwear line… I know because I give it a special kiss every time I fuck your wife.” And with that, Chip hangs up.

“Holy suck,” Y/N’s shaking, anxious and overwhelmed.

“Suck?” Chip teases her.

“I couldn’t pick between shit and fuck,” her smile builds as she looks at him. “He has no idea what’s coming.”

“He’s going to be pissed,” Chip looks at her concerned and nervous. “He’s not going to really want to get in my car without killing me too…”

“He’s 5’9 and 125 pounds. He’s mentally more abusive than he is physically... he had to drug me most nights to get me to not fight back, because I tried, I fought and I wanted to help myself,” she shrugs.

“So we have to drug him back,” Chip adds. “That means I’m going to need you with me at the motel when we pick him up because I can’t chloroform him and put him in the jeep all by myself if he gets here during the day?”

“So then we knock him out and duck tape his mouth and tie him up until the un goes down?” Y/N plans quickly. “How are we getting rid of his car?”

“I’ll drive it back to Seattle and park it in his garage, you follow in the jeep?” Chip suggested.

“Yeah, we’ll just have to clean it before we leave which won't be hard to do because I had to deep clean the Maserati once a week for him while I was there and I doubt it’s gotten very dirty in the last 6 months.”

“Seriously?” Chips face lights right up, “I’ve always wanted to drive one?”

She nods, “it’s either that or the Audi and I bet he wants to get here fast…”

—

Sure enough, Dustin pulls into the parking lot of the motel in Hatch right on time. Y/N was to open the door and lure him inside while Chip was to come up behind him and chloroform him before he could get his hands on her. Y/N looks at Chip one last time before starting the plan, “ready?”

“No matter what happens this is a bond that only we will ever share,” he whispers, “let’s kill this fucker.”

She swings the door open, smirking as she stares at Dustin, “hey, fuck head!” She gets his attention and the rage that overflows from his body is almost instant. He starts to huff, waking towards her but for once she isn’t scared. “Come get me, loser.”

He charges her, slamming the door behind himself and not even checking the room before lunging for her throat. Chip wraps his arm around him, holding him back as his other hand covers his mouth with a cloth.

He struggles for a moment before falling limp in Chip's arms and to the floor. Y/N quickly duck-taped his mouth, tied his arms and legs and then strapped him to the bed where he couldn’t move when he eventually regained consciousness.

She just stared at him, breathing heavily and as she pushed through the anxiety of being in the same room as him again, “Can I blindfold him too?”

“Why?” Chip asked.

“So when he wakes up and can’t see and can’t move and he can’t scream for help he’ll finally fucking know what it’s like to be scared,” she whispers with tears in her eyes.

“Get your revenge baby.”

She takes a deep breath, walking over to him and wrapping cloth around his eyes to blind him. And she waits. She sits beside him in complete silence as she waits for him to regain consciousness and chip just waits in the corner, watching to see what she does.

He begins to stir, trying to sit up and move his arms, realizing he can’t see or speak he starts to struggle and scream as he writhes against the mattress and she just giggles. “Not so fun is it?”

Mumbled words are masked by the tape as he tries to yell in the direction of her voice, “it’s not very ladylike to fight back now is it?”

She smirks while she watches him struggle, sitting in the wooden hair beside his bed, she watches him like it’s her new favourite tv show. And then she turns to Chip, “it’s so liberating being the one in the chair… you know he used to do this to me? Completely naked, he’d tie me to the bed and block all my sense and he’d hurt me. He said it would feel better if I wasn’t expecting it… now he has no idea what I’m going to do to him.”

“You can do whatever you want,” chip replies and Dustins head turns abruptly to his voice, struggling and screaming under the tape as if they cared about his opinions. “She’s in control now dick shit… you have 10 hours until the sun sets and we drag his body to the desert so have fun, babe.”

That really makes him squirm, shouting like a little girl behind the tape as the cloth around his eyes starts to darken with his tears. And she feels a little bad, she hates hearing him struggle but she remembers how it felt and how much she hated it and that’s what makes her feel bad, not that she’s doing it to him. She lets the trauma turn to anger as she punches him in the chest, watching the wind get knocked out of him as he groans.

“Get me a plastic bag, help me put it under him,” she asks chip and he nods in response.

Rushing for a garbage bag and opening it up, he doesn’t ask why but he thinks he knows. She holds Dustin's hips up as Chip slides the plastic between him and the bed, they didn’t plan to get any of his DNA in the motel, this wasn’t part of the original plan but he couldn’t help but feel excited as she got her revenge. As she found herself and took her pride back, he looks at her softly as she flattens the plastic and she smiles up at him.

She leans over and presses a kiss to Chips lips, holding him there as she smiles against his lips just a bit. “Thank you,” she whispered after pulling back with an audible smooch.

Between them, she unbuttons his belt as he struggles and she punches him in the nuts, “just submit and deal with it already, you’re going to be murdered it’s not changing,” she spits out at him. “I’m in charge here. Fuckin’ chill.”

His breathing is heavy but he stops, sobbing under the blindfold, chip can’t even imagine how she must have felt under the one he covered her with for all those years. And then Y/N yanks his pants down and he chokes on his sobs.

Y/N just steps back, walking around the bed and taking Chip's hand, she pulls him towards the bathroom and leaves Dustin there completely alone. Closing the door behind herself she takes a deep breath and wraps her arms around him, crying slightly as he rubs her back and shushes her. “Are you okay?”

“Super triggered,” she replies. “But I’m going back out there to hurt him and I don’t know if you want to watch that?”

“If you don’t want me to I can stay in here?” He offers instead.

She nods, “yeah that would be better, I’ll try to not make a mess…” a smile builds back on her face as she pulls away, “thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me, this is your choice and your decision and I’m just the backup, this is for you and about you, not me,” chip explains. “Make him pay.”

“I’m going to leave him like that for a while first,” she whispers.

Chip takes his phone out to check the time, “you’ve got lots of time till we can get rid of him.”

And so they wait, sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall in the tiny bathroom. They watch a movie on his phone, leaving Dustin exposed and tied up for 2 hours with no idea when it was going to end.

When she goes back out there, Chip knows exactly what she’s doing. He just hopes he doesn’t bleed out by the time they have to transport him, dead weight is a lot more to deal with and he wasn’t as strong as he looked.

Most men in this situation would think “man, don’t fuck with y/n” as she’s literally cutting a mans dick off in the other room, but Chips proud? He loves her, he would never hurt her to deserve such treatment and he wanted Dustin to pay for not realizing that.

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When the sun set and all was said and done, the owner of the motel had gone home for the night, the lights were off and the town was quiet. It was time to move him. The coast was clear, they wrapped him up so he would struggle less, and so they didn’t get blood in the jeep, loading him in and taking a 45 minute drive to the middle of butt fuck no where where a pre-dug grave awaits them.

Chip holds her hand while they drive, and it comes off as one of the most normal car rides they’ve had… but they have a man who’s about to become just a body in the back. Right as they pull up to the spot with their two shovels and the grave, he brings her hand close to his mouth and kisses it gently.

She smiles, feeling the butterflies in her stomach replace the fear of being caught doing what they’re about to do, “what was that for?”

“I’m just proud of you,” he whispers back.

“Are you ready?”

He nods, “are you?”

“Absolutely.”

They drag Dustin to the hole, where she gets down and takes off his blindfold and the duck-tape on his mouth, and she smiles at him. “Ready to die?”

“You’re a fucking bitch,” he chokes out, his voice gone from the screaming behind the tape.

She fakes a frown, “boo hoo.”

When she stands, she hands the gun to Chip, “you can do the honours. I’ve done what I wanted.”

Chip takes it with a smirk, “gladly.”

He walks over to dustin who starts to yell for help before Chip kicks his hip, rolling him over and pushing him into the hole. “Any last words?”

“I’M SORRY!” He screams, “Please, don’t do this I promise we can just get a divorce and I can give you the money and—

“TOO LATE!” Chip screams back, “you had every chance to treat her right and you fucked it up. I hope you have fun in hell,” he finishes the sentence with two shots, and then there’s a silence that spreads over the desert.

She’s not expecting to feel so much, a sense of freedom, adrenaline, euphoria, her body is riding a high unlike one she’s felt before and it makes her want to jump Chip’s bones right here and now.

“Pass me a shovel,” he asks, putting the gun on safety and slipping it back into his pants.

She snaps out of it and does as he asks but he can tell somethings up, “I’ve got this if you need to sit in the jeep and be alone for a minute…”

“No,” she shakes her head, getting the courage to pick up a shovel and help, “help me fill the hole so you can fill mine.”

He laughs, “that’s a good one.” He tosses some dirt into the hole, covering Dustin’s body.

“I’m serious,” she tosses some dirt in as well. “I’m free now, I’m me again? And I want you. And I want you for me not because you want me or you think I’m hot but because I haven’t allowed myself to do what I want in a very long time and I want you.”

His eyes widen and he takes a deep breath, shaking his head, astounded, “you want me to be your first since him?”

She nods, “is that so crazy? I mean… I’m pretty sure after all this, it’s safe to say I love you for all that you’ve done for me.”

He starts to shovel the dirt over his body faster and faster, making her laugh while trying to help. Patting the dirt flat on top and covering it with some tumbleweeds and sticks, she basically jumps on him the second they’re done.

He reaches under her ass, lifting her up and holding her in his arms as he walks her to the Jeep. She wraps her legs around him, kissing him deeply with more want than ever before. He presses her back against the jeep door, breaking the kiss to move his lips over her neck, sucking on her pulse point and making her moan out in pleasure, echoing into the desert.

“Fuck me,” she whispers, desperately running her hands over his back and through his hair so she can feel all of him that she can, “please?”

“You have to know I love you first,” words mumbled against her skin as he keeps kissing her. “And I want you to be with me forever, I want to love you and cherish you and protect you, and this isn’t how I expected telling you for the first time.”

She pulls his face away from her neck so she can look into his eyes, holding his cheeks in her hands, “I love you too, and you can show me how much over and over and over again, but right now I need you to fuck my brains out and then we need to get the fuck out of Dodge.”

“Hatch,” he cheekily corrects her.

She just shakes her head before bringing out her puppy dog eyes, “Chip, please?”

“Fuck,” he groans, “anything for you my love.”

He sets her back down on the ground and unbuttons her jeans, pulling them and her panties down just enough to pull them off one leg, lifting the other to rest on his shoulder as he looks at her pussy in awe, “so beautiful.”

She runs her fingers through his hair, believing him and feeling truly safe. He looks up at her softly, “I wish I could take my time with you tonight.”

“We can later,” she reminds him while pushing his face forward and feeling his tongue start working on her folds.

She moans, leaning back against the jeep more and tugging on his hair as he licks and sucks in such a beautiful manner that she can’t keep her eyes open. Her hips buck as she rides his face, “fuck,” she groans. “I need you inside me, babe.”

He pulls back, licking his lips and standing up, she pulls him in for a kiss so she can taste herself on his tongue.

He pushed against her once more, dipping down to grab her thighs and hoist her into the air once more, Y/N laughed at how crazy this was, she’d never done this with anyone— not even just the murder part, but the outdoor sex part.

Chip lined up with her and pushed in slowly. Y/N tilted her head back against the jeep as he did so, leaving her neck free for Chip to pepper kisses to her throat. It was almost second nature for Y/N to wrap her arms around Chip’s neck and grab at the tuft of hair at the back of his head as he fuck up into her.

Over and over, he fucked into her, the two of them breathing heavily and trying to be as quiet as possible so their voices didn’t travel and bring any unwanted attention to them. Y/N smashed their mouths together, kissing him as he reached between them to rub her clit. Chip’s grip on his hips got tighter as he fucked up one final time as he came abruptly, taking her with him.

She trembled, holding him close as she came, “holy fuck,” she whispered as she came down, every emotion from the night hitting her suddenly and making her hold on to him as tight as possible.

Y/N kissed his shoulder a few times, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Chip whispered back against Y/N’s hair, “Always will.”

this is all fiction, i don't condone murder in any way so don't try this at home.

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Secrets with the Secretary (Chip Fic)

Summary: Reader hired a secretary for… business reasons.  

A/N: Just a short lil fic about fucking your male secretary : ) Couple: Chip Taylor/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Boss/employee, sexual harassment training, penetrative sex, protected sex, bruising Word Count: 2.3k

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The worst part about the company’s annual sexual harassment training wasn’t the horrible examples, the hour long lecture, or even the sad reality that this was necessary. It was, without a doubt, the fact that I had to go through the entire thing from my seat at the front of the room that happened to be straight across from my secretary.

Chip Taylor had worked here for a little over a year. His entire work history with us was a bit… complicated. When I’d met him at a bar off the highway, he was sort of at the end of his rope. And while I’m not well known for accepting charity cases, something about him struck me. Something soft and approachable in his demeanor. He was the kind of person that you could just tell had been through hell without losing his humanity.

He was also the most beautiful man I’d ever seen in my life. I’d be lying if I pretended like that wasn’t the biggest reason I hired him. But hey, secretaries are known for being attractive, and he really needed a job. And I really needed something nice to look at.

But that decision was currently coming back to bite me in the ass.

Because I could see the way he was watching me instead of the presenter. His gaze was so intense that I could feel him roaming over every inch of my legs the same way I could imagine how his breath would feel against my ear. Every example given of inappropriate public displays of affection might as well have been written about us, aside from the fact that it took place behind closed office doors.

The rest of the office was well aware that Chip served more than the customers. Human Resources was the only exception, and they spared no detail in explaining the possible repercussions of an abuse of power.

Every time they used the phrase, Chip’s legs shifted. The notepad on his lap was carefully placed in the center of his lap, hiding evidence of his need.

But I knew, and I wanted it. I wanted to feel him come undone under my hands so badly. To hear him whimper as I finally relieved the tension he felt. The rest of the hour went exactly like that. By the time it was over, I could barely see straight. Everything was shrouded in a lustful haze that I had to rid myself of.

The good news was that I knew exactly how to accomplish that.

“Chip, will you come here for a minute?”

He’d only just sat down, and I watched as he tried and failed to adjust himself in his pants before waddling over to my office.

“What’s up?” he asked, using that painfully pure and innocent voice. As if he didn’t know why I’d called him into my office in the first place.

Thankfully that little naive act was over as soon as the door clicked shut and my whole body crashed into his. Chip caught me like he always did. He was so excited for the new development that he almost missed kissing me back. It was sloppy enough that it didn’t matter, anyway. We were burning with desperation, and my hands were tearing off his tie before he spoke. But when he did, it was low and hoarse.

“Oh, thank God,” he halfway grunted, “I’ve been thinking about fucking you for hours.”

Chip practically shoved me back towards my desk, never taking his mouth off of me for more than a few seconds at a time. Once we hit it, he wasted no time. His strong hands grabbed my thighs and lifted me onto the wood. My hands left him just long enough to clear room for the activities that would follow.

“Did you pay any attention to the seminar?” I joked.

“Fuck no. It was driving me insane,” the poor thing whined back, “All that talk about sex while you were sitting there in this fucking skirt.”

Just as soon as he’d said it, his hands slipped under the unforgiving fabric. I swore I heard a seam rip in his haste to push it over my hips, but I didn’t care. I wanted him so badly, nothing would stop me from having him as quickly as humanly possible.

“Aren’t you worried about me taking advantage of you?” I hummed, the words breathy and light. His, on the other hand, were gruff and curt.

“You can do that whenever you want.”

I thought about it too. About changing my mind and forcing him on his knees while I remained perched on the desk. I thought about waiting until he was all the way inside of me before I ordered him to stay still and sing me praise until I found him worthy enough to continue.

Chip had other plans. I barely even noticed the sound of his belt coming undone, much less the rustling of fabric as he freed himself from his pants. The loud clanging of the metal buckle against the mahogany was music to my ears, just like the crinkling of the foil packet he’d pulled from my drawer. Once he’d managed to slip the condom on, I grabbed hold of his hair and forced him to look up at me. To look into my eyes and see the way my entire body burned with desire.

To my surprise, he smiled. And with that cheeky little grin came the most arrogant tone I’d heard from him yet.

“You know, right now... I don’t think you’re the one taking advantage.”

Just like that, before I could even process the words, he’d pulled my underwear to the side and forced himself to the hilt inside of me. His hand clamped over my mouth at the same time, muffling the desperate cry that immediately demanded to be heard. But that damn hand was large enough to cover half of my fucking face, and the harder I tried to make noise, the faster I drained my lungs.

Chip must have enjoyed the way it looked, watching me struggle for air while my legs clung to him. He forced my heels higher up his back, granting him the freedom to pull back farther with each thrust.

Eventually, he showed the mercy I knew him capable of and removed his hand. However, we both knew granting me complete freedom to use my voice would not be enjoyable for either of us. I had a tendency to get loud when it came to him. So he moved his hand to my hair, knotting through it and pulling me closer until my lips were pressed against his neck. Of course, he couldn’t put me there if he didn’t expect me to sink my teeth into the sensitive skin.

His moans, while plentiful, were far more reserved. He breathed them directly into my ear, forcing me to feel the heat of his breath before he nipped the cartilage.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he said the words like a beg, his hips crashing into mine with enough force to knock the cup of pencils off my desk.

I was coming apart in a similar manner.

“Oh, fuck. Yes,” I whined into his neck now damp from my kisses, “Fuck!”

I had to make my mouth busy before I alerted everyone in the goddamn building to our little tryst, and the fluttery pounding of his pulse in his neck was just so inviting. I closed my lips around it, taking care to lavish it with my tongue before suckling in tandem with the rhythm.

Chip gave a quiet, high pitched yelp in response to the feeling, and I couldn’t help but feel proud at how pathetic he could be when shown the tiniest shred of attention. So I pulled harder at his skin while simultaneously pressing my heels hard against his back.

It had the desired effect, forcing Chip to all but collapse on top of me as his thrusts became sloppy and borderline painful in their insistence to get as deep within me as possible.

But I would gladly take the pain. Because as I pulled back, I watched his eyes roll back in his head and felt his nails digging into my skin. He pulled me as close as possible and held me there while he emptied himself into the condom. Watching him lose himself in me was, by far, the most rewarding aspect of our relationship. As much as I loved watching him crawl on all fours and kiss my feet, I craved moments like these.

Moments where he takes, takes, takes. Where he is selfish and gluttonous. Where he indulges in me with no regard for anything else. Where he trusts me to know his body and be able to give it exactly what it needs.

Before he caught his breath, I grabbed hold of his chin and brought our lips together more softly than before. I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed, warping the patch of red and purple I’d left in my wake.

I almost warned him about it. As he unceremoniously pulled out and away from me, I opened my mouth to apologize. It never came out.

“By the way, your dad is coming by later,” he said… after he fucked me on my desk.

“Ugh. You tell me this after you mess up my hair and make-up?!”

He saw the rage immediately flash across my features, but he just kept smiling. That snarky little smirk remaining front and center in my field of vision as he quickly managed to fix his clothing.

Then the thought of the torn seam occurred to me, and I glanced down to see the slit of my skirt slightly higher and dangling with a broken thread.

“Seriously, Chip?” I deadpanned, not wanting to grant him the enjoyment he was clearly already getting out of this situation.

“Like I said,” he chuckled, “I was taking advantage.”

It was just cute enough to work... barely.

“Come here,” I laughed, ushering him closer and fixing the horribly disturbed tie around his neck.

I still hadn’t gotten used to the image of him in such formal wear. It felt like a lifetime ago when I met him, covered in bruises and sporting two black eyes. Even then, though, I knew that there was something good inside of him. The wounds had all healed, leaving behind a few scars that I made a point to kiss better when we had more privacy. But for now, just a small peck on the lips would have to be enough.

“Get your ass back to work,” I giggled when he tried to kiss me again, “What do I even pay you for?”

“I don’t think the salary is for the phones,” he muttered against my lips when he finally succeeded.

“Yeah, probably not.”

It was the soft moments like that, after the lust had faded and left us a happy bunch of endorphins and a need to be closer, that I remembered just how badly I had fallen for him. Enough that I would carefully rearrange his hair, ensuring that he didn’t look like a total disaster when he resumed his job.

But not enough to save him from the humiliation that I knew would come. The embarrassment that I saw rolling in like storm clouds over the horizon. The terror that I carefully planned to watch from a front row seat.

The second I heard the door buzz open, I perched myself on the closest possible desk, giving a cursory greeting to the poor employee seated there. They were already familiar with my antics, though, so they just rambled about some nonsense they knew I was barely listening to so I could have my excuse to watch the showdown.

“Hey Chip, how’s it going?” I heard my father ask across the way, and I was already quickly losing my composure. Chip’s voice shook the same as it always did when faced with powerful men in suits.

“Hello, sir. It’s going well.”

“I can tell.”

I bit down on my tongue, glancing over to see the way Chip’s ears turned bright red. Even that wasn’t nearly as cute as the awkward laugh that followed.

“What’s that?”

“You should tell your lady friend you bruise easy,” my dad joked back.

“W-What?”

With a simple gesture to his neck, my father managed to ruin Chip’s entire day. Quite possibly his whole year. His hand flew to cover the brand new bruise that he’d only just gotten. I’m sure in that adorably empty head, he was probably convinced that our newest arrival would somehow know it was from me, because all he could answer was a sad and defeated, “Oh.”

But my father was none the wiser, and in fact drew a great amount of entertainment out of the poor thing’s struggle.

“Don’t worry about it. At least it shows you’re getting something.”

Putting aside how disturbing that thought was, I continued to enjoy the way Chip’s entire face had now darkened to match the hickey underneath his shaking palm.

“R-Right,” he stuttered, refusing to move even the slightest, but also trying to glance at me in his peripherals.

“Be careful though, or HR will be up your ass,” my father continued, much to Chip’s extreme displeasure, “I swear they expect us to be asexual.”

“I’ll be careful in the future!” he basically shouted, trying and failing to end the conversation as fast as possible.

Of course, in doing so, he sped up the inevitable. With a firm hand on his shoulder, my father cheered, “Attaboy, Chip.

As soon as he left, my petrified boytoy finally broke from his paralysis to look over at me. I managed to look away just in time, turning back to the employee who was chastising me for taking pleasure out of hurting their favorite secretary.

But even with the distance, I heard Chip’s soft laughter as he realized what I’d done.

Overall, he was okay with it. We both knew I’d make it up to him later, anyway.

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Soap Suds - Chip Taylor x Reader

A/N: Searching for this gif made my brain go brrr bc look at this man. Look at him. This is my second fic for the discord fic swap which I wrote for the lovely @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff !! I got to finally write our Chippy boy with a GN reader <33 thanks to @imagining-in-the-margins and @sunlight-moonrise for helping this story come together!!

Chip Taylor x GN!Reader

Category: Fluffy Smut

Warnings: Oral (Male Receiving), Blanket Consent

Word Count: 1.4k

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Most people think of laundry day as boring or tedious. I thought that too, once. However, once I got the chance to move here, laundry days became a tad more interesting than I expected. As I make my way into the dingy room full of machines, I’m greeted with the beautifully clueless man next-door. Having my pick of machines, I walk over and set my basket atop the machine directly next to the man. 

“Good morning, Chip.” I chime, beaming a smile to the man to my right. He shoots a small smirk in my direction as he measures out the detergent in his hands before tossing the liquid into the machine. 

“Good morning, Y/N.” He smiles as he presses some buttons to begin his laundry cycle. He gathers his belongings into his own basket as he looks at me. I must have a dumbfounded look on my face as he cocks his head to the side like a confused puppy. “Is there something wrong?” 

“Oh honey… please… you’re making me itch.” I playfully chastise him. I quickly grab the bottle of fabric softener from my own basket, stopping his machine to add the liquid to the mixture. “At least use fabric softener.” I whisper, mere inches from the man’s face. I see him deeply inhale, eyes wide before I turn back to my own laundry. 

“But… what does it do?” He asks bright-eyed, almost child-like. I grab my own basket and start my own cycle. Grabbing the softener to add, pour some in my own load before giving the bottle to Chip. 

“Because, it makes your clothes soft. And it smells wonderful. See?” I ask, holding the bottle to his face. He takes a whiff from the bottle and I see a slight smile play on his lips as I pull the bottle away. Screwing the cap on, I toss the bottle to the basket before turning to the man. I place my hand on his chest, feeling the scratchy fabric beneath my fingertips. “A sweet, sweet man like you deserves to be swaddled in the softest clothes, Chip Taylor. That way, you can smell just as good as you look.” I wink at the man, a confused smile playing on his lips. 

“Listen, I uh,” He clears his throat. “I know I can be pretty dense, but you’re giving me some…pretty big signals here, and I don’t know if I’m reading them right but…I hope I’m somewhere along the right track.” I chuckle as I push on his chest, his hips hitting the machine as his hands grasp the edges. I lean towards the man, lips ghosting over his own. I feel his breath stop as he stares at me. 

“Stay right here.” I whisper before pulling away from the man. I make my way to the door beside us, quickly flipping the lock. As I turn back, I see Chip’s chest rising and falling, his knees already trembling. As I get back to the man, I rest my arms around his shoulders and pull him toward me. “Is this the track you want to be on?” I ask, brushing my lips against his own. 

In a split second, Chip leans forward and presses his lips against my own. His hands come to rest on my cheeks, holding me against him as our lips move against one another. I slide my head down, moving to press kisses along his jaw and neck as my hands work their way down his torso. My hands brushes down, coming to rest on the sweatpants adorning his hips. My tongue works over a spot just below his jaw as my hands moves over the bulge in his sweatpants. A whimper releases from Chip’s throat. I pull away and admire the mark along his skin before looking at the needy man in front of me. I give Chip a chaste kiss, his lips chasing my own as I pull away. 

I slowly work my way down to kneel, leaving marks along his chest in my wake. My hands move from his bulge, grasping both sides of his pants, tugging them to pool around his ankles. Looking up from my spot, his cock rests against his stomach painfully hard. My hand wraps around him, a small whimper being tugged from him. Sticking my tongue out, I drag it base to tip, wrapping my lips around him as I watch his eyes screw shut. Chip bites his bottom lip to contain his moans, but I simply hollow my cheeks around him in retaliation. Pulling off him, I dig my nails into his thigh. 

“You can make noise. No one will hear you over the machines, honey.” I chuckle, licking a stripe along the underside of his cock. The action pulls a deep, guttural moan from the man in front of me. His hand weaves its way through my hair, subconsciously guiding my head up and down his length. I release a moan around him as his precum coats my tongue. Chip’s head falls back, his hips bucking forward as his cock hits the back of my throat. Moans tumble from his lips as he struggles to keep from bucking into my mouth. 

Whimpering around him, I move my tongue along the bottom of his cock as his hips

slowly start a rhythm fucking into my mouth. My jaw goes slack as he picks up his pace. Looking up through my lashes, I see Chip slack jawed as he groans and slides further down my throat. His other hand is white-knuckled on the edge of the laundry machine as his grasp tightens further in my hair. As I lock eyes with the man, his thrusts become uneven as his breathing becomes heavier, more jagged. The room is filled with his moans and whimpers, the man unable to form even a simple sentence. He begins to slow down, his moans going up an octave as my lips wrap tightly around his tip. His hips stutter for a moment before his hand pulls at my strands, his release coating my throat. I continue to suck at his cock, swallowing every ounce of his warmth before Chip is tugging me off him. He looks down at me with a dazed look in his eyes, a dopey smile adorning his cheeks. 

Taking a breath, he holds my hand in his own, helping me up from the floor. Before I could stray far, he wraps his arms around my waist pulling me in for a kiss. It was slow, but sweet. Much like the man holding me. I pull away from the man chuckling at him as his eyes sparkle with a smile. 

“Did that clear it up for you, baby boy?” I ask, winking at the man before walking back to my own station. He gulps down some air as if unsure what to say. But after only a second, he looks directly at me and chuckles. 

“Not at all, actually. I think we should keep going.” He suggests, biting at his bottom lip again. “You know, just to be sure,” pulling a laugh from my throat. I pull my basket from the machine, cradling it in my arms. A loud knock rings from the door, causing the man in front of me to jump five feet in the air. He scrambles to pull his pants from his ankles as I stand there staring at the sight in front of me. Walking over to him, I see a slight panic in his eye from the disturbance. 

“How about this?” I ask. Reaching into my basket, I throw dryer sheets at Chip who scrambles to catch them. “You go get some dryer sheets and fabric softener. Wash your bedsheets.” I say, looking at the man through my lashes. He swallows, a confused look on his face. I lean towards him, my lips brushing his ear. “Then, I’ll come over and let you do whatever you want.” I whisper, pulling away from the man. His eyes widen, like he was just told he won the lottery. He sprints to the door, fumbling with the lock. I just laugh and ask, “Where are you going?”

“I gotta go to the store. Like. Right now.” He yells, ripping the door open. He sprints through the hall, almost shoulder-checking at least 3 other residents on his way. At least I know I’ll be having an interesting night.

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Prompt List

1: Person A is pregnant and is trying to get Person B to talk to the baby; Person B feels self-conscious, silly, ridiculous, etc. talking to A’s belly, and at first begins speaking jokingly, but soon gets very involved.  Bonus points if A gets emotional.

2: Imagine person a of your otp is pregnant. they’re not very far along yet so they haven’t told person b. one night when a thinks b’s asleep they mumble something about what a great parent b will be.

3: Imagine Person A coming home from work only to find Person B and their kid(s) all cuddled up under a blanket fort, fast asleep  [X]

4: Imagine person A of your OTP approaching person B really nervously to talk to them about something. B is unsure what to make of this until A finally comes out with what they wanted to talk about: they would like a child.

5: Imagine your OTP rushing to the hospital to see their niece/nephew being born.

6: Imagine your OTP’s child catching them dancing together like dorky parents.

7: Imagine that Person A is heavily pregnant and is laying on the couch. Person B comes and gives A a smooch on their belly, but at the exact spot and time where they kiss, the baby gives a huge kick. B is a little thrown off but they laugh and say, “That little shit just kicked me in the mouth!”

8: Imagine your OTP has a child. Now imagine that Person A of your OTP is being a complete dork in an attempt to make the usually sarcastic child laugh. The child then looks at Person B just shaking their head and saying “You married a dork, did you know that?”

9: Imagine your OTP welcoming a new baby. Person A would post lots of cute photos on social media gushing about how blessed they are and the exact times and weights, etc. and Person B would just post a photo of themselves holding the baby like ‘I spawned’.

10: Imagine your OTP snuggling in bed with their newborn baby between them.

11: Imagine your OTP picking out baby names

12: Imagine your OTP competing to get their baby to say “mama” or “dada” first and the baby ends up saying the dog’s name instead  

13: Imagine half of your OTP carrying the sonogram around with them everywhere they go

14: Imagine your OTP hearing their baby giggle for the first time

15: Imagine your OTP spending their first Valentine’s day as parents

16: Imagine your OTP finding out they’re having twins

17: Person A of your OTP is up with the baby at night telling them how they met Person B while Person B listens quietly outside of the room

18: Imagine your otp taking their child trick-or-treating

19: Imagine half of your OTP finding the other half asleep with the baby asleep on their chest and stopping to take a picture

20: Imagine your OTP not being able to pull themselves away from their newborn’s side as they sleep

21: Imagine Person A of your OTP singing to their child as Person B secretly listens over the baby monitor.

22: Imagine person A of your OTP being put on bed rest and getting incredibly annoyed as person B waits on them hand and foot

23: Imagine Person A of your OTP telling Person B that they and their child are the best thing that has ever happened to them.

24: Imagine Person A of your OTP placing Person B’s hand on their stomach to feel their baby kick.

25: Imagine your OTP giving up on the chance to ever become parents, only to find out that Person A is pregnant.

26: Imagine your OTP reading their child a bedtime story.

27: Imagine your OTP telling their child that they’re going to have a younger sibling.

28: Imagine your otp seeing their baby for the first time.  [X]

29: It’s New Years Eve, and your OTP has a baby. Friends/family/whoever come over to ring in the New Year.  Early in the night, Person A puts the baby to sleep in their nursery, closing the door so the noise of the party doesn’t bother them. Close to midnight, the baby wakes up, and A goes to soothe them. Not wanting to miss getting a New Years kiss with their partner, Person B follows them up. At midnight, they have their New Years kiss with their baby in A’s arms, in the quiet of the nursery.

30: While Person A is doing ____ <insert some activity that usually happens before the magical moment of proposal> ready to propose, Person B decides that it’s a good time to drop the pregnancy bomb.

31: Write about the repercussions of an accidental pregnancy.

32: Your OTP cannot have a child between them biologically (for whatever reason!), and so Person A insists on adopting. Person B doesn’t want to adopt, but after much insistence, gives in. They go to see who they can adopt, and Person A is adamant that they adopt a baby. As soon as that baby is put into Person B’s arms, they melt and feel absolute love for this child.

33: Imagine your OTP’s child loving books, and reading them extremely fast. Person A makes them a promise that they’ll always buy them books as long as they’re a good kid, and ends up spending an abundance of money (much to Person B’s dismay)

34: Person A and Person B have finally decided that they feel ready and wanna try to have/adopt a child.

That emotional conversation was yesterday.

Today, Person A woke up and started making little dad jokes, saying little mom phrases, or being really parental in general.

Person B thinks it’s cute, of course. But after the third time Person A says “oops gonna move right on past ya” in the kitchen…. B is rethinking this whole “make my spouse/partner into a parent of my child” thing.

35: Some mornings, everything went absolutely according to plan, with a full bodied ease and smoothness. Other mornings, it was more like you’d been woken up by a two foot tall monster screaming twelve contradicting commands at you before collapsing to the floor because, no, there’s no such thing as a dinosaur waffle and Mommy doesn’t have the artistic skill to make one.

Today was definitely the latter.

36: “Woah woah woah, wait! You – you want a WHAT?”

“A kid, B, a kid. For God’s sake it’s not like I’m speaking Russian.”

37: “What the hell is that thing? Get it away from me!”

“Its just a baby?”

38: Imagine your OTP hours after they have welcomed their first child. Of course, they’re still at the hospital. Person A is asleep. Person B has some alone time with the baby. They didn’t allow themselves to cry or become very “sappy” earlier, but now that their partner is asleep, they don’t care. They let it all out.

Bonus: Person A is awake the whole time and hears everything, but pretends they are asleep. Whether or not they bring it up later is up to you.

39: “I’m a little scared, but overall? Excited.”

40: “Hey, come feel my stomach! They’re kicking.”

41: “We’ve been fighting over the wall colors for two days now. I want to make some sort of alien world on the walls, but they said that’s too much work. It’d be worth it.”

42: “So far, the only names I can think of just aren’t good enough.”

43: “Of course the first thing that turned out positive in my life would be a pregnancy test.”

44: Prompt: Imagine person A of your OTP is pregnant and having to put up with some kicks and squirms from the baby which are rather bothersome to A. B then sings to the baby which seems to calm it down or rather lull it to sleep.

45: “Let’s have a baby.”

46: Person A tries to think of an excuse as to why they aren’t drinking without letting Person B know that they are pregnant.

47: Write something that begins with a positive pregnancy test.

48:“This is your fault.”

49: “Take responsibility.”

50: One party finds out they’re pregnant while the other party is away/captured/missing. [X]

51: Sitting on the floor of a public bathroom holding a positive pregnancy test.

52: Denying they’re pregnant until they pass out (what from, you decide).

53: Hiding pregnancy from the other partner.

54: “Remember how I said I didn’t want kids?”

55: “I didn’t think we’d ever do it.”

56: “My parents are gonna be so happy.”

57: “My parents are gonna kill me.”

58: “I told Mom/Dad I’m pregnant, they kicked me out.”

59: “Do you think it’ll be a boy, or a girl?”

60: Baby kicks for the first time.

61: Discussing baby names.

62: Cuddling.

63: “You’re not fat, you’re pregnant, and even if you were fat, I don’t care. I love you.”

64: “I dunno if I’ll be a good Mom/Dad.”

65: “I’m emotional and pregnant, leave me alone.”

66: “Get them to settle down in there, will you?”

67: “Baby’s coming, now.”

68: “Don’t let go of my hand, okay?”

69: “You’re not going anywhere.”

70: “I can’t do this.”

71: “I’m so tired.”

72: A long and difficult labor, with a good or bad end.

73: “I’m going to kill you if you do this to me again.”

74: Parents relaxing with their newborn(s)/looking at them in awe.

75: “I will always protect you.”

76: “You can do this.”

77: Over the years, our relationship had evolved more than I could have ever imagined. We had started off as two dumb kids stumbling through adulthood together, sharing laughter and shouting matches. But now we had grown, still young at heart but well settled into the world around us. Things were placid and yet never boring with them. I wanted nothing more than to spend my days together forever.

Finally, I worked up the courage to buy them a ring.

78: A:*holding up marriage certificate* this is a legal contract that says you have to love me.

B:*smirking*what are the consequences?

*Nsfw or playfight ensues* [X]

79: Your OTP being really in love even when they are old , doing stuff that young couples do like having dates at different restaurants , staying up all night , talking about the sweet and the sour, some PDA like holding hands and kissing . Their children telling them about the fact that they are not young anymore but they don’t care .

80: Person A: you know what B? I am going to marry you one day.

Person B: *flattered, awkward, and sarcastic bc they're unsure of how to respond* heh— you’ll have to fight for my honor first.

Person A: okay!

Person B: ⚆ _ ⚆ wait what

81: But a soulmate au where markings blossom at the place they first touch you. It starts with a little prick, like a bug bite or a needle and this beautiful dark ink swirls around your arm after some stranger pushed past you. A static zap ricochets across your shoulder blades as that idiot you see around sometimes shoves you by your back, pale blue curves look like wings across your back. Then can you imagine the other person? That idiot having both his hands absolutely covered in this baby blue filigree, the other stranger with navy scrawled across their lower bicep and trailing down their inner forearm, just ugh like somebody with whimsical purple running up their finger but for gods sake, they just wanted a pen.

82: “Dear god, you’re beautiful.”

“No need to sound quite so surprised, we’ve only been married for the last decade.”

83: Imagine a soulmate au where whenever your soulmate listens to music, you can hear it too and the only way you can find them is when the music they’re listening to gets louder the closer you are to them.

84: Imagine a soulmate au where you can taste the things that they are eating or drinking and the only way you can find them is to find the places that serve that same kind of food or drink they’re eating/drinking.

85: Imagine a soulmate au where the heart in your chest is your soulmate’s and you can feel whatever they’re currently feeling and the only way you can find them is when it stops beating. Kind of like taking the “When I first met you, I swear I could feel my heart stop beating” literally.

86: Imagine a soulmate au where your level of talent at a hobby determines on how close you are to your soulmate.

87: Imagine a soulmate au where your dreams are a mixture of your soulmate’s past and present memories and the only way you know that you’ve met them is when you see yourself.

88: Imagine a soulmate au where everyone is given a book at birth with no pages in it and the only way the pages begin to magically appear is when they are finally born. Each chapter is linked to your soulmate’s age and the pages within that chapter represent a day of their life with a small collection of things that they have said throughout the day. The only way you will know that you’ve met your soulmate is when the pages stop appearing and the last thing that was said on the last page is actually the first word or sentence that they said to you.

89: Imagine a soulmate au where you’re given a necklace that changes to the colors of what they’re currently feeling and the temperature is linked to how close you are to them. For example, nothing being very far away, cold being closer, and warm being they’re right in front of you. But, whenever they take the necklace off of them, the connection is lost and you won’t know what they’re feeling or if you’ve even met each other.

90: the voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time

91: your soulmate’s initials are imprinted in your skin of your hand at birth and the letters burn more intensely as the day you meet them grows closer

92: you’ve only ever seen your soulmate in your dreams but you can never remember what they look like, the imaginary life you have with them picks up wherever it leaves off when you fall asleep again. but the dreams stop after you meet them, but you have no way of know who they are because you still can’t remember their face

93: your soulmate’s hair color is the color of your eyes. the color of your eyes also changes to match the color of their hair if they dye it

94: you think you have a sleepwalking problem but it’s really just the universe trying to bring you to your soulmate when your mind is disengaged

95: you’ve been sketching your soulmate’s face since you were old enough to pick up a pencil, the drawings become more realistic through the years as the day you meet comes near

96: you’re born with a band of your soulmate’s skin color tattooed in your skin

97: all of your dreams are your soulmate’s most significant memories from that given day

98:“Have I told you recently that you’re utterly gorgeous?”

“No,” they hummed, eyes soft and lips curled with amusement. “Remind me.”

99: Tol is reading a book and Smol is trying to get their attention

100: Smol has trouble reaching something on the top shelf so Tol has to help them

101: Smol/Tol is obsessed with Smol/Tol’s hands because of the size difference

102: Smol sometimes gets mistaken for a child and gets defensive so Tol has to calm them down

103: Tol and Smol have a habit of writing “Tol” and “Smol” on each other’s papers

104: Tol and Smol have a lot of the same classes and whenever Smol is sad, Tol gives them piggyback rides from class to class

105: Tol gets asked out a lot when Smol goes with them to bars so whenever a person flirts with Tol, Smol gets defensive and is ready to fight

106: Tol is always coming up behind Smol and kissing their head, hugging their waist, covering their eyes, etc. and despite it having started months (or years) ago, it still always surprises Smol

107: Tol is hogging the blankets, so Smol tries to roll them over, but after many failures, Smol just snuggles closer.

108: Smol tosses and turns in their sleep and usually ends up rolled up in the covers, leaving Tol in the cold, but Tol just smiles and cuddles their happy lil sushi roll

109: Smol has sleep problems and Tol tries to stay awake with them most nights and they soon run out of things to do, so they decide to try 2 AM baking

110: Tol is a kind, gentle sweetheart, and Smol is their adorable little ball of fire

111: Tol and Smol are dancing and Tol makes a joke about Smol’s size so Smol retaliates by pulling Toll down to their height and teasing them about being stronger [X]

112: Tol helps Smol clean their closet and starts flipping their shit over how tiny Smol’s clothes are. Bonus points if Tol calls Smol their “Little doll”

113: “You should totally pretend to propose to me,” their best friend said. “We can see if someone in the restaurant gives us free drinks. People love it when stuff like that happens.” My stomach flipped. I couldn’t even say I liked you, let alone propose - fake or not. “Why am I the one proposing? You do it. It was your idea.”

114: “Everyone thinks we’re a couple.” “I know.” “You know? It doesn’t bother you?” “Should it? Does it bother you? I mean, personally I think I could do worse as far as fake lovers go, but…”

115: “Look, attending prom without knowing how to dance was tragic the first time. I just can’t let you face that humiliation twice.” “Thanks.” The other held out a hand, a small smile on their lips. “Don’t worry, I’m a good teacher. Everyone says so.” They stifled a laugh.

116: “You’re ok, right? You’re not hurt?!”

“No, no, no, I’m fine! Totally fine, no, no, I’m fine.”

“Really? Because you’re repeating your words, you look pale, and you look like you’re about to topple over.”

“Yeah, you might wanna catch me.”

117: PALM KISSING.

118: Sitting next to someone, hands in one’s lap, leaning against them and kissing their shoulder

119: “The eyelid kiss is said to produce a unique sensation of an un-wordly nature, running from the base of the spine to the knees”

120: A kiss on the temple

121: Laying opposite directions on a couch, or with someone’s legs in their lap, kissing the knees or shins

122: Randomly while holding hands bringing joined hands together to kiss the back of the hand

123: Topless and face-down, a kiss on the shoulder blade [X]

124: The playful kiss on the tip of the nose

125 Laying on someone’s chest and kissing their sternum

126: Kissing the crown of the head

127: A kiss on the inside of the wrist

128: Behind someone who’s sitting down, leaning over to kiss the forehead (and potentially block their eyesight with hair falling in their face)

129: Kissing scars either shortly or long after they’ve healed

130: Standing behind someone, hugging them around the arms or the waist, and kissing the top edge of the shoulder

131: Kissing someone to stop them blurting out a secret/something they’ll regret

132: “Sorry, give me a sec-” they scrounged up their notes. Their hand trembled. “I wrote it down so this wouldn’t come out wrong. Sorry.” “You’re not dying, are you?” the best friend sounded worried. “What - no? No, I’m not dying. Nobody’s dying. Well, someone probably is. Every six seconds and all that but - no one we know. That I know about.” “It’s really, really cute when you start rambling.” They lost track of their notes a second time. Their skin went hot. “What?” “Will you go out with me?” “Did you just read my notes upside down?”

133: I kissed you like you were the centre of my gravity, everything in me drawn, falling falling falling always falling for you. A hand on the back of my neck, a dizzied breath as your thumb brushed an exposed slice of skin at my hip and then crept and settled upwards, warm and steady. Breathless, tentative, abruptly shy as our panting breaths chased the silence. Our eyes met. Yours - soft, a promise that if I fell I would always be caught. A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. “Hey, you.” And then you kissed me again.

134:They started to creep out of bed, heart pounding, thoughts fogging their brain. Their friend flung out an arm without opening their eyes, catching them around the waist and reeling them back in. Their friend pressed a kiss to their neck. “Easy,” their friend murmured. “You don’t need to panic, it’s fine. Talk to me.”

135: “It’s funny, isn’t it.” They kept their eyes on their best friend’s hand, trailing idle patterns because it was easier than looking at their expression. “That we both knew, but never said anything.” “Never felt like it needed saying.” Their friend’s gaze was intent, and a finger teased over their lip, feather-light. “Would you like me to say it now?”

136: “I love you.”

“Ew, gross.”

“We’re married!”

Their partner grinned at them fondly and leaned in for a kiss.

“Ew.” Came the flat, secretly amused, nose wrinkled reply. “Gross.”

137: “I really want to kiss you right now”

“Then do it”

138: “Are you trying to seduce me?”

“That depends on if it’s working or not,” they replied with a lazy grin. Their head tilted, and they wet their lips a little nervously. “Is it?”

139: Baby, it’s cold outside: Things don’t go too well for both muse A and B when they decide to go on a little vacation together. Resting in a cabin together, our muses wake up to find out that - they can’t leave? During their slumber, a snow-storm had hit and blocked both the windows and doors, locking them inside! Do they stay positive about this situation and keep warm inside? Or do they try and find a way to somehow escape?

140: A spoonful of sugar: Catching a high fever, Muse A is too sick to even move from their bed. Muse B, worries about the other makes their way to their house only to see what horrible condition they are in! Ignoring the stubbornness of Muse A who insists they’re fine, Muse B is now determined to nurse them back to good health! Blankets, Ice-packs, warm soup in bed… anything that’ll get them back on their feet and well again.

141: Handful of flour: Muse A and Muse B decide to bake sweets in the kitchen! Muse A asks Muse B to get some flour from the cabinet, but instead of delivering it to them they instead take a handful and throw it right at Muse A - to which Muse A respond by throwing a handful right back at them!

142: Rain Rain, Go away; While Muse A is at Muse B’s house, a thunderstorm soon sweeps in and ruins their peaceful day together. Now this wouldn’t be a problem because their indoors; but Muse A is terrified of thunderstorms. The storm only escalates to the point where the power turns off, leaving them in the darkness and and surrounded by the loud clashes of thunder. Muse A begins panicking, and it’s up to Muse B to keep them calm and get their mind off of what is going on until the storm passes.

143: What happened?: Muse A and Muse B wake up after a long night of partying in bed naked with no memory of what happened the night before.

144: “Everyone thinks we’re a couple.”

“Well, we did sleep together.”

“Yes -literally. As in, just sleeping!”

“I’m wondering if your horror should insult me.”

“I - what - no -”

“-I enjoyed sleeping with you.”

“You find this far too funny.”

“Maybe I’m just flattered.”

And with that, they were speechless.

145: “Fuck it - do you wanna get married?”

146: “Your smile is beyond gorgeous… please, keep doing it.”

147: “Whenever we’re together, I feel at home.”

148: “Will you say you love me? Pleeease?”

149: “Wait, don’t go! Can’t you stay the night?”

150: “Wow - you look… amazing.”

151: “*Puts hands over eyes from behind* Guess whooo?”

152: “I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine!”

153: “I want to go on a date! I demand it!”

154: “We just met, this is crazy, I’m referencing a song… but call me maybe?”

155: “What? No! I wasn’t staring… I-I was looking at something behind you!”

156: “Do you want some? Here, open your mouth… I’ll feed you some!”

157: “It’s been a long day… here, let me give you a massage.”

158: “Is it alright if I call you princess?”

159: “It’s not like I like you or anything! … Okay, well- maybe I do.”

160: “I think your perfect. Even with your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.”

161: “That was barely even a kiss! Do it again - please?”

162: “What? No. I wasn’t aiming for your hand. I was reaching for the, uh- popcorn.”

163: I have you shoved against the wall but now I can’t stop looking at your mouth

164: We were dancing but all of a sudden it’s a slow song and we’re standing here awkwardly staring at each other

165: I just told you I liked you but now I’m shy and say “never mind, forget it” and why are you looking at me like that?

166: We slept in the same bed for space reasons but now we’re just waking up and there’s something about your bleary eyes and mussed hair

167: It’s time to fight the boss and if I don’t tell you now, I might not live to tell you

168: Congratulations! One of your dreams has finally come true. Let me give you a big hug and wow, you’re warm…

169: Imagine your OTP with their new baby/babies. [X]

170: Oh, my God, I thought you were going to die. Please don’t ever scare me like that again.

171: We’re hiding from the authorities and it’s very close quarters in here, I can feel your body against mine.

172: Wait, my hero’s secret identity is… you? To be honest, I’d always kind of hoped…

173: You’ve said you’re going to leave, but I don’t want you to go and if I don’t say something now…

174: We were pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I have to know if you feel the same way

175: This wasn’t meant to be a date, but we’ve had such a good time and now it’s 2 a.m. and I should really go home…

176: Making the bed together

177: Tying his tie

178: Him/Her zipping your dress

179: Dropping hints so he'll give you his jacket

180: Watching sitcoms together

181: Being stuck at their house during a blizzard

182: Reading together by the fire

183: Building a fort together

184: Hold hands

185: Watching the classics

186: Slow dancing in the living room

187: Baking together

188: Passing notes in class

189: Borrowing his gloves and them being way too big

190: Take walks

191: Go on a picnic in the park

192: Drive through the city at night

193: Go on a road trip

194: Give each other handmade gifts

195: Go on a romantic vacation together

196: Sleep on a trampoline with blankets and pillows

197: Take a nap together

198: Go on a photography adventure

199: Play video games together

200: Have a beach date

201: Take a train somewhere

202: Spend a day in character as whomever the other chooses

203: Write sappy poems for each other

204: Clean together

205: Watch each other's favourite movies

206: Rent a tiny rowboat on a small pond and read sappy poetry to each other

207: Go to an amusement park together

208: Surprise each other with breakfast in bed

209: Go shopping together

210: Do art together

211: Play/Kiss in the rain

212: Take a steamy shower together

213: Take a soothing bubble bath together

214: Make traditions

215: Cuddle

216: Go to the movies

217: Pick outfits for each other

218: Sneak pictures of each other

219: Make bets together

220: Go on fancy dinner dates

221: Do couples' challenges together

222: Fall asleep together [X]

223: "See, I knew you'd be good with her."

224: Celebrate holidays together

225: "She makes me happier than anything I've ever known, and if I can have a part in making her happy again, that's all I want to do. That's all I want to do for the rest of my life."

226: “You have something in your hair - let me get it for you.”

227: “Hm? Oh, sorry. I couldn’t help but stare at you.”

228: “Um, would it be okay if I held your hand?”

229: “Shut up and kiss me already.”

230: “You’re the most important person in my life.”

231: “Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”

232:“I’m not much of a chef, but… I really hope you like this.”

233:“Sorry for calling so late - I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

234: “I need you more than you need me.”

235: “I want to kiss you and hold your hand any time I want.”

236: “I can’t stop thinking about you… I can’t.”

237: “The truth is… I love you.”

238: “You like me more than you like them, right? Right?”

239: “Be mine. Please.”

240: “I am who I am because of you.”

241: “It’s been a long day… let’s take a bath together.”

242: “Wait, don’t pull away - I want to hug you for awhile longer.”

243: “Ah- I adore your laugh.”

244: “Stop that, it tickles!”

245: “Ouch, I bit my lip… kiss it better?”

246: “I don’t want to get up… I’m so warm beside you.”

247: “You’re so intoxicating to me.”

248: “Your eyes are amazing… do you know that?”

249: “You’re just so wonderful.”

250: “S-Stop looking at me like that! You’re making me blush…”

251: “Are you tired? Rest in your head in my lap.”

252: “You, Me, Order In, Netflix… waddya say?”

253: “I want to be more than just friends with you.”

254: Person A and Person B are decorating a gingerbread house when Person A accidentally breaks a piece causing the house to collapse. Person A is really sad and afraid that Person B will be mad at them but Person B has the idea to turn it into a post-apocalyptic gingerbread house so they work together to strategically destroy it even more.

255: Person A and Person B were supposed to go out for a date but a snow storm hits and they get snowed in. Person A is really sad about it so Person B builds them a blanket fort so they can spend the evening snuggling and watching Christmas movies together.

256: Stay together.

257: "They grow up so fast..."

258: I’ve never seen anything like the way you handled that. I’m just so moved.

259: Imagine your OTP coming up with a list of names for their children.

Bonus: when one of their children comes out as trans, they happily hand their child the list and say “here, in case you want inspiration”

260: Imagine A is planning a surprise birthday party for B, but when the day of the party comes and people start showing up, A realizes that instead of sending 30 invitations to B’s work office, they sent 30 invitations to a biker gang. So now A, C, D and E are running around town trying desperately to find a present good enough for B to still have a good birthday.

BONUS: A, C, D and E get home to find B partying it up with the bikers and having a great time

DOUBLE BONUS: when A  decide to have kids, all of the bikers show up to their baby shower/push party, super excited to meet their baby/babies

261: The otp is at a party, A goes around giving hugs and kisses to all their friends and when they get to B. They whisper "Merry christmas" and give B a kiss on the lips. A then kisses their sleeping baby in B's arms whispering merry christmas.

262: “Honey, when the hell did you teach the fucking baby to swear?!” “I didn’t, sweetie” “Oh yeah, I’m fucking sure she invented all those hecking swear words”

263: Imagine Person A, the shorter member of your OTP, is pregnant. They were already having difficulties reaching things, but now reaching for things is nearly impossible, so Person B has to do a lot of retrieving of objects for Person A

264: Person A finds a positive pregnancy test in the bathroom garbage and flips out before going to find Person B, who sheepishly tells A that they didn’t know how to tell them the news.

265: Imagine your otp in the hospital because one of their family friends is having a baby. Does the situation make them want kids, or does it make them perfectly satisfied staying a duo?

266: Person A gets stopped in the shop because they’re (number of months) pregnant. The guards think that they’re shoplifting and Person B gets really angry and starts shouting about how they should know that Person A is pregnant.

267: Imagine person A of your OTP discovering they're pregnant by accident and not being afraid to reveal it to person B because they deeply love and trust person B not to spite them or leave them for being pregnant. (Because I see too many OTP prompts where the OTP is distrustful and scared of revealing such)

269: Your otp have a small child. Who runs around the toy stores suggesting “they would love this! Look at the buttons?!”, who knows that their baby is too young for such a toy, but a certain someone is apparently not too old.

269: Imagine your OTP going to adopt a child the day before thanksgiving.

Bonus: On thanksgiving, when the child is asked what they are thankful for, they respond by saying, “you two”, or something similar.

Bonus 2: B ends up in tears and A and the kid have to calm them down.

270: Write a story made up of journal entries.

Person C is the child of A and B. They’re going through relationship problems (as a teen or adult) and find a journal waiting for them from Parent A. The journal is the rough story of all the good and bad that took place between A and B. How they met, dated, broke up, then reconnected and fell back in love, told in A’s POV.

Bonus: C sends/gives the book back when their done reading it and B had no idea about it. B reads it and realizes just how much they went through with A.

How this ends is up to you.

271: Imagine person a hiding a wedding ring in an easter egg, expecting person b to find it but, instead a child finds it

272: Imagine Person A being hopelessly in love with Person B. They write a song for Person B.

273: Imagine your OTP going to a party together. They spend the whole night holding hands.

274: Imagine your OTP on a kiss cam.

275: Imagine Person A coming out to their parents, but it doesn’t go well. Person B hears about it and yells at A’s parents.

276: Imagine Person A (the innocent one) saying something sexual and Person B (the not so innocent one) gasping and lightly hitting their shoulder, telling them to watch their mouth.

277: “___, will you marry me?”

278: “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

279: “I always thought marriage was a dead end, but…with you, I think it’s worth a shot.”

280: “There’s something I want to ask you.”

281: “Remember that time when [significant moment]? It got me thinking…”

282: “I hate people. Except for you. So…be with me forever?”

283: “You’re all I need.”

284: “I know you’re mad at me right now, but I can’t wait any longer.”

285: “I’ve been carrying this around for months, waiting for the right moment. And I’ll tell you: there is no right moment. So I’m just going to ask you right now.”

286: “You made me a better person. And I want you to keep showing me things for the rest of our lives.”

287: “Let’s run away together.”

288: "It’s rather inconvenient that the coffee shop where they’re having their date is one comfy chair short of how many are in their group.

The obvious solution, of course, is for Person A (the one too slow to grab a seat) to sit on someone’s lap. But now, it seems the others are all arguing about who gets to hold A.

It’s a very nice argument to witness, at least to A, but an argument all the same."

289: "We're teachers and our students keep getting in trouble and causing general mayhem to try to get us together so let's just pretend to date so they stop doing that and whoops I think I kind of like you now"

290: Person A: “Why do I get the feeling that you’re about to tell me something I really don’t want to hear?”

Person B: “….Experience?”

291: Starting a friends with benefits relationship with your roommate quickly blurs some lines…

292: There are love letters coming in the mail but with nothing written on the outside, not even a name, so I always give them to you, because I just assume they’re for you because I think I’ve seen you holding one of the envelopes before and you’re the kind of person that has a secret admirer, definitely not me…

293: Person A sneaking things into the cart when Person B isn’t looking.

294: Person A and Person B losing each other in a store and trying to find each other.

295: Person A laughing at Person B because they spent more money at the food court than they did in any of the stores all day.

296: “Did you sleep last night? At all?”  

297: “You don’t get to say anything to me!”

298: “Excuse me?”

299: “How is this my fault?”

300: “I don’t want to talk to you.”

301: “Move out of my way before I make you.”

302: “That isn’t an option.”

303: “You aren’t going anywhere.”

304: “You aren’t the boss of me.”

305: “What gives you the right?”

306: “Do that again and you’ll regret it.”

307: “Leave me alone!”

308: “I don’t care.”

309: “Come back here right now!”

310: “Go. You go and don’t even think about coming back here.”

311: “Do I make myself clear?”

312: “Control your anger or you’ll have me to worry about.”

313: “What did you just say to me?”

314: “I didn’t ask you to do that!”

315: “Get away from me!”

316: “Let go of me.”  

317: “You’re such a dork.”

318: “Get over here, you doof.”

319: “Cheeky.”

320: “You’re so needy.”

321: “Kiss me again.”

322: “You’re so adorable!”

323: “Look at you… Goodness, you’re so cute.”

324: “I’m just so happy!”

325: “I can’t stop smiling.”

326: “I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt.”

327: “You are being extra sweet today.”

328: “Oh, look at you!”

329: “Your eyes are so pretty.”

330: “I’m really happy that you’re here with me.”

331: “Thank you for staying with me.”

332: “I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone this much before.”

333: “I feel like I’m in the clouds when I’m with you.”

334: “You’re like my heroine.”

335: “I’m gonna tickle you if you don’t come over here.”

336: “My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature.”

337: Person A: “How good of a mood are you in right now?”

Person B: “…..What did you do?”

338: “Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

339: “Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

340: “Have you seen my hoodie?” “Noo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

341: “OH you’re jealous!”

342: “Can we stay like this forever?”

343: “Please just kiss me already.”

344: “I think you might be my soulmate.”

345: “Sleep over? Please?”

346: “Are we on a date right now?”

347: “I think I’m in love with you.”

348: “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

349: “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

350: “I wish we could live together already.”

351: “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

352: “I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

353: “You take my breath away,” “…” “y’know, like the song haha”

354: “Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

355: “But I’ve never told you that before.”

356:  “Give me attention.”

357:  “How is my wife more badass than me?”

358:  “It’s your turn to make dinner.”

359:  “Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

360:  “That was kind of hot.”

361: Good morning kiss

362: Kiss on the forehead

363: Kiss on the nose

364: Kiss on the neck

365: Kiss on the back

366: Exhausted parents kiss

367: Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss

368: Before Bed kiss

369: In Secret kiss

370: Public kiss

371: Against a wall kiss

372: When One Person’s Face Is Scrunched Up, And The Other One Kisses Their     Lips/Nose/Forehead

373: Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up

374: Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The     Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing

375: Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing Top Of Head Kisses

376: Person A: “Did I ever mean anything to you?… Or was all of it a lie?”

Person B: “Everything I told you, everything you think you know about me, is a lie… But I never lied about my feelings for you.”

377:  “Get out!”

“Please let me explain.”

“Out!”  

378: “You and me, together. We’re unbeatable. We can go against all odds and come out on top.”

379:  “Is it wrong for me to wish that they never grow up and I can keep my baby forever?”

“I kind of want that too.”

380: “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I am just… speechless. You look beautiful.”

381: “I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

382: Person A: “I cannot put into words, just how much I want to stab him, right now.”

Person B: “……You could always draw a diagram.”

383: Concept: You can share senses with your soulmate.

384: Person A: “No ones ever brought me flowers before….”

Person B: “Do you not like them?”

Person A: “….I love them, thank you.”

385: Warm sunlight through a glass, sitting in the passenger seat, idle chatter, and passing greenery.

386: Person A: “……I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

Person B: “You should know by now, that I don’t care what anybody else thinks. I’ll always be on your side.”

387: Person A: ”There are easier ways of doing this, you know?”

Person B: “Yeah, but none of them are quite as fun, are they?”

388: “I’ve been pining after you for two years and you never even noticed.”

389: “Some things just take time.”

390: “Do you regret it?"

391: “Tell me this one thing and I’ll leave you alone.”

392: “I deserve whatever punishment you will give me.”

393: Person A: “Have I told you, I love you, lately?”

Person B: “You could always tell me again.”

394: Watching them sleep in the early morning.

395: Video calling them because they miss them.

396: Calling them during a panic attack, having them rush over to sooth them.

397: Person A: “What’s your most precious memory?”

Person B: “.....Honestly? That time when we sat in that shitty little car park late at night, eating those disgusting chips from the petrol station with the broken sign.”

Person A: “.....Seriously? Why?” Person B: “Because that was the first time I ever saw you smile for real.”

398: Having their baby, being completely over-protective of them.

399: Stealing their clothes, wearing them just to tease them.

400: Taking s/o to meet parents.

401: Coming to their aid after a nightmare.

402:Movie date, being slick and wrapping an arm over them during the middle of the movie.

403: Dropping them off at their house after date and kissing them goodnight.

404: Dancing/pumping their fist in the air in excitement because they finally kissed them.

405: Taking them to see a waterfall.

406: Waiting outside their door all night because they had a fight.

407: Painting them/drawing them while they sleep/pose for them.

408: Domestic life; helping them with their tie, their hair, handing them coffee before they leave for work.

409: Wrapped up in a sheet after a drunken night, flustered and trying to find their clothes while they watch you amusingly.

410: Waking up to them making you breakfast while half-naked.

411: Hands brushing against theirs in a moment of seriousness, unable to keep the smile from breaking out across their face.

412: Being utterly touch starved and too shy to ask to be held, so they resolve to brushing their fingers against a part of s/o’s skin, etc.

413: Being the overly protective one during the pregnancy, doing everything for their s/o.

414: "It's two in the morning, I'm drunk and need some goddamn french fries so open your goddamn door."

415: “Well, if you want my opinion -”

“We really don’t.”

416: Person A needs to leave for work, but Person B is hugging them from behind and just standing there. They can’t leave them.

417: “Fuck.”

“No.”

“Fuck!”

“Who taught the baby the fuck word?”

418: “I want this to be worth something to you. If it isn’t, then what’s the point?”

419: “You're braver than you think."

420: Cradling child close to their chest

421: Wrapping child in old blankets like a little burrito

422: “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

423: Distracting child with their favorite things (toys, comfort items, ect.)

424: “Nobody’s going to hurt you as long as I’m around.”

425: “I won’t rest until I have baby-proofed this entire house. Just you watch.”

426: “I’m a little worried. What if I’m not a good parent?”

427: “Their room needs to be exciting. I’m not painting it a generic plain color.”

428: “Don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to seeing everyone else panic on the first day of school.”

429: Characters witness their baby’s first laugh

430: Person A is a Youtuber who is dating B, C, D, and E. Their channel is growing and they are hesitant to come out as a poly couple so they just pass it for a really good friendship. Thing is, internet being internet are starting shipping war. Some ships A and B, some B and C, some A and C, etc. It’s starting to do some shit and fights online. One day, they get tired of being asked questions about it and decide to come out as who they are. They make a video about how happy they are all together in a poly relationship. How do their fanbase and subscriber reacts is up to you!

431: Imagine Person A and B of your poly ship both helping Person C get through a bad bout of depression. What sort of things would they do for Person C to show that they care for them and want to support them? Is one more verbal with their support than the other?

432: Person (A) decides to plan a romantic dinner, thing is, while (A) prepares it, (B) and ( C) are upstairs, making out. Both are getting really into it but after a while, just when they were about to get serious, (A) calls them downstairs to eat.

(B) and ( C), frustrated a little from stopping there, tries their best to seduce their way into (A)’s pants for dinner. Saying cliche and cheesy things to try and convince (A) that they can be dinner~

433: “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

434: Person A will gladly tell you: There is nothing in the world quite so cute as Person B sitting in a rocking chair, holding a baby chick against their flannel (which Person A had been planning to steal, but this is far sweeter)

435:   “Come to bed. I sleep better with you there.”

436:    “Where did you get that scar from?"

437:  “I love mummy.”

“What about me?”

“Just mummy.”

438:  “Your brat keeps kicking me in the kidney.”

“How come you say they’re mine whenever they are doing that?”

439: "Have I done something wrong?"

440: “Looking back it’s like, like those days never existed.”

“And you?”

“No. I didn’t exist either.”

441: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

442: “Stay in bed a little longer. It is warm here.”

“Alright, five more minutes, then I have to get up.”

443: “Does it hurt here?”

“Everywhere hurts.”  

444: “How do you always look so kissable?”

445: “Stomach bug?”

“No, morning sickness.”

446: "I feel safe in your arms."

447: "I dreamed about you last night, and woke up happy."

448: "I can't sleep. Can I stay here?"

449: “Does this feel good?”

450: She smiled down at the infant cradled in her arms, one tiny hand wrapped around her pinky finger. He was her little miracle.

451: "I'm so in love with you."

452: "You own my heart."

453: A: “Hey, before you doze off– I have a quick question?”

B: “Yeah, sure, what is it?”

A: “Would it be okay with you if I wake you up with kisses tomorrow? If that’d be uncomfortable for you, that’s totally cool, forget I even brought it up.”

454: “Are you nervous?”

“No… Should I be?”

455: Running into some of the family accidentally while running errands.

456: Bringing their partner(s) to a family function, but something like a graduation party where they won’t have to be the center of attention.

457: Visiting a grave/memorial with their partner(s)

458: Finally being alone after the meeting.

459: During foreplay, A always loved getting B visibly riled up. When B does get that riled up, though, they always kiss A far softer than they had been previously. It always confuses A a little bit, but it’s never a problem. In the middle of some heated kisses, A decides to ask: “Why do you always do that?” “Do– do what?” “You kiss me softest when you’re desperate.” “You deserve to be treated gently. I’d never let how bad I want you overcome how bad I want you to feel wanted.”

460: “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

461: Secret relationship and everyone knows

462: Person A listens to true crime podcasts all day and watches tons of videos about it, and they have to sleep cuddled up real close to Person B that night because they’re scared. Person B may tease them about it.

463: "What would you have said?"

464: “STOP BEING SO CUTE, IT’S NOT FAIR!”

465: “Listen, I enjoy this hug and all, but can you stop?”

466: “You’re the only one who gets to call me that, you know.”

467: “I’m not going to fuck you until you’ve come at least three times on my tongue and fingers.”

468: Person A: “….Please don’t leave me here alone.”

Person B: “Never.”

469: “You didn’t think I forgot, did you?”

470: “Damn these emotions.”

471: "Just another night, no sleep."

472: “I’m the youngest here, but no one would know it, what with the way you two act instead.”

473: “I would never let anyone hurt the ones I care about and that includes you.”

474: “Look at who I used to be and tell me I’m not better off how I am now.”

475: “Don’t be nervous, you can come closer.”

476: “I never took you for the romantic type, but I guess I stand corrected.”

477: “Don’t smile at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I make you happy.”

478: “This is far from the first time I’ve done something like this, so why are you so surprised?”

479: “I already knew. I was just waiting for you to confess finally.”

480: “Is it still a secret if I know about it?”

481: “You know, by hinting that you have secrets, you make everyone else that much more inclined to find out what you’re hiding, right?”

482: “You threatened my best friend, I do not feel too lovey dovey towards you right now!”

483: Your OTP(+) haven’t announced their relationship yet, but when a friend of theirs posts a picture with them kissing in the background, what happens?

484: “(Name), this is the girl of my dreams.”

485: “(Name)? Come on. Please, don’t be sad for me.”

486: “Are you asleep?” “Not anymore.”                

487:  “You made me breakfast in bed? What did you do this time?”

488: “I’ll carry you if I have to!”

489: “I didn’t understand the warmth of you until I couldn’t have it.”

490: “I had given up, but you came into my life and I brought myself back.”

491: “When did we become such a family?”

492: He’s going to be a great father

493: “Has anyone else noticed that we’ve color-coordinated with each other or is it just me?”

494: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

495: Your character goes outside on a clear night. Looking up, they see a bright falling star streak across the sky. What wish do they make?

496: Person B: I got you these chocolates for Valentine's Day!! Person A: You're a little late, it's the day after Person C: They were half off

497: Imagine your OTP giving their child dating advice.

498: Imagine person A leaning on person B’s shoulder and asking if they’ve ever thought about raising kids with them and B replying that they’ve definitely thought about raising kids with them. Think about it.

499: Imagine person A of your OTP is about to meet person B’s parents for the first time. A has been nervous all day, grooming themselves, trying to make themselves look respectable and worthy of B for their parents.

B comes home in the evening to see how nervous A is, and kisses them and messes up their hair/untucks their shirt/just generally does something to make A look more like A, reassuring them because it was the real A that they fell in love with, and A that they want their parents to meet.

500: Where did they go on their honeymoon?

501: When did they decide to become parents?

502: How many kids do they want/have?

503: Who is the responsible parent?

504: Where do they for their date night?

505: Are they strict parents?

506: Do they go to parent teacher interviews?

507: How do they react to their first child going to kindergarten?

508: Where did they get married?

509: What traditions did they make together?

510: How do they decorate their kids room?

511: What are the family secrets?

512: What type of pet do they own?

513: Where do they take their kids on vacation?

514: “Did you feel him/her/them kick?”

515: “Do you think I’ll be a good mom/dad?”

516: “Babe, wake up. The baby is having a party in here! Give me your hand!”

517: “Hospital! Now!”

518: “Boy or Girl?”

519: “Can we name the baby after me?”

520: “Can you put the crib together?”

521: “Cuddle me now!”

522: “I’m pregnant…”

523: “I hope he/she has your eyes.”

524: “You want to paint the nursery what?!”

525: "So… i have some news.“

526: "Okay I just want to say that, yes, I have gained some weight… But it’s because I’m pregnant.”

527: "Better get your dad jokes ready.“

528: "Right here! Right here’s a foot!”

529: "The little one is quite active today.“

530: "Is that a hand?!”

531: "Maybe you should try reading a book to them?“

532: "Come watch my belly, it’s frickin crazy!”

533: "The top of the baby’s head is about… Here, and a foot is right this way.“

534: "Do you think the baby would be down if I ate some chipotle?”

535: "Coffee isn’t good for you while you’re pregnant or breast feeding, but damn I need some caffeine.“

536: "Watermelon with peanut butter sounds so great right now.”

537: “Honey you’re pregnant, that’s all baby. You look beautiful.”

538:  “He/She is up again.”

539: “I’ll get the baby, you go back to sleep.”

540: “So sweet!”

541: “I have found your mini-me.”

542: “Babe!! We are out of formula…again!”

543: “Stop being a baby hog!”

544: “They’re gorgeous!!”

545:“This parent thing is hard!”

546: “You both are precious!”

547: “I love you both so so much!”

548: “Wake up, the baby needs you.”

549: “Momma’s little baby, yes you are.”

550:“Daddy’s little baby, yes you are.”

551: “That’s your son/daughter!”

552: “They are walking!”

553. “I love it when they fall asleep on me.”

554. “She/he keeps crying for you.”

555. “Can I hold them!”

556. “Can I pick their outfit out today?”

557. “Daddy’s little girl/boy.”

558. “Mummy’s little girl/boy.”

559. “She/he is never going to be allowed to date!”

560. “Was that a word?”

561. “This kid is gonna have a better childhood than I did.”

562:  “Do you want a bed time story?”

563: “[mama/papa]’s got you.”

564:  “Where did you put your blankie this time.”

565:  “They have grown so much, it’s hard to believe how little they used to be.”

566: “I want another baby.”

567: “Stomach bug?”

“No, morning sickness.”

568: “You really are your [mother/father]’s child.”

569: Imagine Person A of your OT3 is pregnant and Person B and Person C take turns getting food in the middle of the night when Person A suddenly desires it.

570: “Stop wiggling! I need to get you changed!”

571: “You are perfect, my little [pet name].”

572: “Did you have a bad dream?”

“Uh huh.”

“Come on, get into bed with us, you can sleep in bed with us tonight.”

573: “Take a break. I’ll stay up with them, you need some sleep.”

574: Imagine person A of your OTP telling person B they are pregnant in the form of a baby-themed Christmas ornament.

575: Person A and B are engaged to be married and have decided that they want children in the future but want to wait for a while until after the wedding to try for them. They have a night alone before the big day and forget about it until their honeymoon when Person B is extremely tired the whole time and discovers that they’re expecting on the last day to the surprise of them and Person A.

576: Imagine Person A of your OT5 is pregnant and B, C, D and Person E take turns getting food in the middle of the night when Person A suddenly desires it.

577: Imagine your OT+ arguing about whether tea or coffee is better.

Odd Number Bonus: Person C is a hot cocoa lover.

578: Imagine your OT+ ending up in a hotel room with only one bed.

579: Little one jumping in puddles wearing rain boots.

580: Shopping for nursery furniture for little one.

581: Holding the little one for the first time.

582: Being immensely proud when little one takes their first steps alone.

583: Little one’s first reaction to seeing/feeling snow.

584: Singing nursery rhymes to get little one to sleep.

585: Finger painting with little one.

586: Little one getting food all over their face.

587: Going on a walk together with little one.

588: Picking out little one’s first Halloween costume.

589: Little one’s first birthday.

590: Little one’s first trip to the zoo or aquarium.

591: Showing little one a lightning bug for the first time.

592: Little one pulling on your hair with surprising strength.

593: Helping little one go down a slide at the park.

594: Tickling little one’s chubby thighs until they laugh.

595: Singing songs and rocking little one to sleep.

596: Reading a book with little one on your lap.

597: Having to show little one that the food tastes good by having some too.

598: Little one chasing after bubbles to pop them.

599: Playing peek-a-boo with little one.

600: Little one snuggling with a stuffed animal.

601: Having little one help mix cookie dough.

602: Little one eating a slice of fruit and getting juice all down their chin.

603: Kissing little one where they got hurt to make the pain go away.

604: Little one stripping their clothes and running around in their diaper.

605: Waking up to little one crying out in their sleep.

606: Little one biting everything they can stick in their mouth as they teethe.

607: Little one leaving sticky fingerprints on everything they touch.

608: Having little one help flip pancakes.

609: Giving little one a raspberry on their tummy after changing their diaper.

610: Watching little one go in and out of the kiddie pool.

611: Having little one wear their first formal wear.

612: Little one drifting off to sleep with a smile on their face.

613: Little one settling down after you finally figure out what they need.

614: Choosing little one’s name together.

615: Watching little one attempt to blow the seeds off a dandelion.

616: Little one getting in a laughing kick where everything is funny.

617: The first time little one picks their own outfit.

618: Little one chasing down the pet to rest their head on them and hold them tight.

619: Being unable to stay mad at little one when they give you puppy dog eyes.

620: Whoever let you be responsible for someone so small? Lay awake worrying about this.

621: Bath time gets so splashy you get used to just taking your clothes off.

622: Sending an urgent message to your partner to let them know the baby has laughed.

623: Your child is the most beautiful and precious thing in the world. Lay awake crying about this.

624: Let your child bite you to test their emerging teeth. Gaze upon the resulting tiny half-moon indentation on your skin with bemused adoration.

625: "My clothes look good on you.”

626: “Is that my shirt?”

627: “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

628: Person A will gladly tell you: There is nothing in the world quite so cute as Person B sitting in a rocking chair, holding their baby against their flannel (which Person A had been planning to steal, but this is far sweeter)

629: Imagine your OT5 trying for a baby

630: Person A of your OTP peels the “never loses suction” sticker off of a vacuum and sticks it on Person B’s forehead.

631: Person A keeps thinking Person C shoves them off of the bed intentionally in their sleep, only to realize it’s their dog that jumps onto the bed in the middle of the night, causing B to flail and accidentally shove someone off.

632: "I refuse to have a baby on Christmas."

633: "Please don't leave me."

634: “I don’t give a damn.” “You give so many damns, they’re visible from space.”

635: “Let me show you why you should stay in bed.”

636: “Can you help me with this zipper?”

637: “I bet you look even better with your clothes off.”

638: “Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.”

639: “I’d hold on to something if I were you.”

640: “It seems you forgot to wear any underwear tonight.”

641: “I see you’ve started without me.”

642: “Wanna taste?”

643: “Less talking. More fucking.”

644: "You're really gonna make me beg for it?"

645: “I’m going to show you what a real fucking is.”

646: “Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”

647: “You’re so sexy when you’re all hot and bothered.”

648: “Try to keep quiet. We don’t want to get caught.”

649: “Forget the bed. Let’s fuck right here.”

650: “Fuck, I love the sounds you make.”

651: “Does this/that feel good?”

652: “Please… Don’t stop.”

653: “Please. I need you. Now.”

654: “You’re bigger than I expected.”

655: “Get on your knees.”

656: “This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”

657: “Maybe I’d rather take my time.”

658: “I just wanted a taste.”

659: “Is there anything you can’t do with that tongue?”

660: “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”

661: “Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”

662: “I know all of your weaknesses.”

663: “Hm, no panties?”

664: “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

665: “Angel in the streets, freak in the sheets.”

666: “If you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?”

667: “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

668: “I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.“

669: “You make a sound and it’s game over baby.”

670: "If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.“

671: “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

672: “You’re not allowed to cum without my permission.”

673: “Fuck, that’s good.”

674: “Holy shit, you’re so fucking sexy like that.”

675: “How ‘bout you come and help me out, huh?”

676: “Don’t think I’m letting you get away with that, darling.”

677: “The things that I want to do to you, baby.”

678: “Dammit, we made a mess.”

679: “What do you mean not yet? You can’t expect me not to cum when you’re fucking me so good!”

680: “You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.”

681: “Were you dreaming about me again?”

682: “I can’t wait to taste you.”

683: “I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.”

684: “You have no idea how good you make me feel.”

685: “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”

686: “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

687: “You’re not going out in that outfit.”

688: “Don’t give me that look.”

689: “You’re more than just a one night stand.”

690: “Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

691: “You want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.”

692: “Like what you see?”

693: “We’re in public, you know.”

694: “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

695: “Don't be so rough. There can't be any marks.”

696: “I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss/fuck you senseless right now.”

697: “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

698: “No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

699: “Make me.”

700: “Stop teasing me so much..”

701: “You’re in trouble now.”

702: “Take off your clothes.”

703: “I’m waiting.”

704: “Mine.”

705: “We cant do that here!”

706: “Behave.”

707: “What did you just say?”

708: “Come here.”

709: “Watch me.”

710: “I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore.”

711: “If you cant sleep… Then how about we have sex?”

712:“Don’t kink shame me.”

713: “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”

714: “I’m going to put on some clothes before you say anything else.”

715: “Tell me what you want.”

716: “Bite me.”

717: “If you insist.”

718: “Could he make you feel as good as I do?”

719: “You’re not, um, wearing anything under that, are you..?”

720: “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

721: “You taste like fucking candy.”

722: “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

723: “You make a sound and it's game over.”

724: “Just let me finish this/this level and I swear I'll go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

725: “If I have to stop what I’m doing, you won't be able to walk for the next week.”

726: “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

727: “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

728: “Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, I was just..”

729: “Want some help?”

730: “Shut up.”

731: “Why don’t you come over here and make me.”

732: “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

733: “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

734: “C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working.”

735: “What? Does that feel good?”

736: “I’m not jealous! It's just… You’re mine!”

737: “If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

738: “We have to be quiet.”

739: “Tell me again.”

740: “You have no idea how much I want you.”

741: “Say it.”

742: “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

743: “You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.”

744: “I think that's the first time I’ve heard you moan… It was like a fucking melody.”

745: “I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.”

746: “You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.”

747: “Who said it had to be on the bed?”

748: “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.”

749: “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That's cute.” 750: “For the love of fuck.”

[dipplie]

This is how I cope don’t @ me

1: Top 3 pets you wish to have Bunny, Mouse, pet bee 2: Top 3 Disney Movies Tangled, Zootopia, and a close tie between The Princess and the Frog and Wreck it Ralph 3: Top 3 OTPs Nick and Judy (I’m not a furry), honestly probably the other pairings from my 3 (4) favorite movies like Felix and Calhoun or Tiana and Naveen or whatever 4: Top 3 pick up lines Pick me up- no literally please just carry me around like sweep me off my feet no like ACTUALLY like ju- 5: Top 3 summer activities Lying in the grass, listening to music on the swings, drinking from the neighbors sprinklers because you didn’t bring water on your walk 6: Top 3 school memories    -Once in 5th grade we were doing an egg drop, and I put mine off till the day before, so my parents just gave me a jar of peanut butter, and I just put the egg in the jar, and when they dropped it from the school roof it exploded all over the pavement and left a stain for years.    -Another time in 9th grade, a couple friends and I wrote a giant “send nuds” in the snow beneath my friends next class’s window, and some other kids took a picture of it and spread it around, and like the whole school was talking about it for a day or two (though we denied it was us so we didn’t get in trouble).    -And in 12th grade the last day of the 3rd semester, my AP Psych teacher said “you know you guys might not come back after spring break since the covid-19 virus might come to America.” And half the class was like: “I hope so we don’t have to come back haha.” And then we went into lockdown for a year 7: Top 3 things you find attractive Being looked at, Being talked to, Being touched at all oh my go d 8. Top 3 shops I dunno man can I say Build-a-Bear Workshop I’ve never been there 9: Top 3 romantic dates Theme park, Aquarium, Build-a-Bear Workshop 10: Top 3 drinks Milk, Milkshakes, the color purple 

11: Top 3 spices/herbs oh my god im too white for this question I think doritios are spicy, SALT 12: Top 3 apps to use not tumblr 13: Top 3 months of the year not winter 14: Top 3 clothing items Skirt, Bows, Thigh-highs 15: Top 3 kinds of flower Daffodils, Buttercups, Dandelions (yes I’m aware they’re a weed) 16: Top 3 Christmas movies Home Alone 1, Those stop motion rudolph ones, the original grinch 17: Top 3 things you don’t/Won’t miss Angsty middle schoolers, Angsty high schoolers, Angsty people 18: Top 3 games Minecraft, Stardew Valley, All the Zelda games between 2002-2009 19: Top 3 binge perfect tv shows I really don’t watch actually T.V. shows I just watch anime sometimes maybe and youtube series man 20: Top 3 kinds of candy Butterscotch, Chocolate coins, Those little pebble chocolates that looks like fish tank rocks 21: Top 3 ways to exercise/be active Well I have an answer, but I don’t think I can say it~ 22: Top 3 spirit animals (I’ve heard something about this being possibly racist so I’ll approach this wish caution) Bunnies, Lambs, a pet rock 23: Top 3 petnames Honey, Muffin, Sweetheart 24: Top 3 places you’ve been to A yearly carnival my old town had once a year, Disney World even though I almost drowned there, The Arcade in my old town called Bananas 25: Top 3 most used websites Youtube, Tumblr (regrettably), Pintrest 26: Top 3 people you last texted My boyfriend, my friend, my co-worker friend 27: Top 3 hashtags you use imagine using the tags how they’re supposed to be used 28 Top 3 items you can’t leave the house w/o clothes (i’m really funny) 29: Top 3 guilty pleasures I write self-insert sometimes I guess 30: Top 3 subjects of study/classes to take Psychology, Sociology, certain art classes 31: Top 3 things to draw/doodle My OC’s, My friends, inappropriate stuff 32: Top 3 aesthetics Cottagecore, Bloomcore, Wonderland 33: Top 3 things you’d buy if you gained three million dollars Pretty things, Cute Clothes and stuffed animals, therapy 34: Top 3 ways to treat yourself Buying pretty things, Wearing cute clothes and holding stuffed animals, therapy 35: Top 3 cartoon crushes Kyoya from OHHC, Mako from Kill La Kill, Marceline/Marshall Lee 36: Top 3 things to do in the snow Draw in it, make snow sculptures, eat it 37: Top 3 accents to hear Russian, Spanish, idk spanish 2 38: Top 3 scents Vanilla, Cream, Strawberries 39: Top 3 things to do in the rain Sit in the car quietly, make out probably, cry 40: Top 3 cupcake flavors Chocolate, Chocolate 2, Chocolate 3 41: Top 3 fruits Cherries, Strawberries, Grapes 42: Top 3 holidays to celebrate Halloween, Christmas, Valentines 43: Top 3 embarrassing moments My friend jokingly revealing my weird self insert fanfic I wrote in middle school (that was gross don’t ask about it) to my friend group, getting a constant D- in AP Stats the whole semester and the whole class secretly knowing about it, wearing an oversized minecraft shirt in my 6th grade school picture 44: Top 3 crayola colors Seafoam, Canary, Cotton Candy 45: Top 3 things you hope to accomplish in college Get back into theater and actually be included and noticed, not cry in the bathroom, feel cared about by my classmates 46: Top 3 fanfictions you’ve read don’t ask me that you can’t ask me that the last fanfics i’ve read were in middle school  47: Top 3 people you miss right now My boyfriend, Two of my friends GJ, my dopamine  48: Top 3 fears Being hated, Being alone, Being abandoned 49: Top 3 favorite literary devices (oh god it’s been a minute hang on) Alliteration, Juxtaposition, Colloquialism 50: Top 3 pet peeves Saying one thing and doing another, trying to act like you’re being the bigger person by not choosing a side, constant self deprecation 51: Top 3 music artists AJR, 3OH!3, Fake Type 52: Top 3 bad habits BFRD OCD, speaking before I think, lately I’ve been lashing out  53: Top 3 ice cream flavors Cookie Dough, Bubblegum, Cheesecake 54: Top 3 meals you love Bread and cheese, cheese with bread, I like dairy and bread 55: Top 3 things you want to say to someone in your lifetime Where are we going, What are we gonna do, what are you doing onii-chan (im so sorry) 56: Top 3 dog breeds Small, fluffy, actually a cat 57: Top 3 TV shows from your childhood The Amazing World of Gumball, Courage the Cowardly Dog, y’all remember Might Bee??? 58: Top 3 languages you speak/wish to speak Better French, More ASL, I guess Spanish would be useful 59: Top 3 series (book, movie, television) I like the first couple Saw movies but then it went kind of downhill, I eventually stopped keeping up with SU ad AT but they have lesbians now and we love that, and I guess I read Warrior Cats in middle school. 60: Top 3 pizza toppings Cheese, ???, that’s all I need 61: Top 3 youtubers you’re subscribed to Markiplier, Erolds Story, Wilbur Soot 62: Top 3 tattoo / piercing ideas Little Flower earrings, Little flower tattoos, Little flower stuff 63: Top 3 awards you want to win love trust and affection  64: Top 3 emojis 🍄🐝🍋 65: Top 3 things you’d do differently have different parents 66: Top 3 places to be in the world In love, Back up, Purgatory  67: Top 3 things you miss about being a kid Lack of responsibility and pressure, Mental illness, Lack of shame 68: Top 3 baby names Penelope, Theodore, Sofie 69: Top 3 smoothie combos/flavors Grape, Strawberry, Cherry 71: Top 3 turn ons People being patient with me, People treating me equally, Being touched kindly at ALL 72: Top 3 turn offs looking like Tyler1 73: Top 3 recipes you want to try Sugar spice and everything nice 74: Top 3 dream jobs Primary School Teacher, Child Consoler/Therapist, I dunno being a storytime animator sounds nice... 75: Top 3 lucky items Fidget Toys, Stuffed Animals, Random Office Supplies (you know the ones)

[afaimsarrowverse]

The 15 craziest Episodes of Legends of Tomorrow:

„Crazy“ is an ever changing measure, especially in the Arrowverse. When Time Travel and Parallel Universes were introduced it was a heavy leap from the norm. A couple of seasons later it was pretty much normal. So this list reflects changes in the norm, episodes that pushed the crazy and unusual. What is crazy for on show is not crazy for another one.

 „Legends“ kind of went nuts in Season 2 and never became sane again, it became even nuttier from season to season. So it’s a question of degree here even more than anywhere else compared to what happened around the episode in question:

 So let’s get into it:

  15.  Doomworld (Episode 2.16/32, Written by: Ray Utarnachitt, Sarah Hernandez, Directed by: Mairzee Almas)

 Alternate timelines are kind of an Arrowverse thing, but this one did not came to be through time travel but through the Legion of Doom rewriting history to their own liking. Therefore there is no cause and effect to the changes, which allowed the writers to have vigilante Felicity, hero assassin duo Sara und Amaya, janitor Ray, Bossman Jax, timid Martin, and Master Baker Rip – well that one came about because of different circumstances, but yes, this episode has to be seen to be believed.

 14. Camelot/3000 (Episode 2.12/28, Written by: Anderson Mackenzie, Directed by: Antonio Negret)

 From the far future to Camelot and King Arthur – this episodes travelled far and mixed those two areas up quite nice. In true Legends fashion Ray became a Knight of the Round Table, Sara got to hit on Guenevere, and Mick got to beat the adversary army with his brain. Yes, you read that one right. Just ask poor Martin about it.

 13. Witch Hunt (Episode 4.2/53, Written by: Keto Shimizu und Matthew Maalaa, Directed by: Kevin Mock)

 Here „Legends“ inserted the a singing Fairy Godmother into the era of the Salem Witch Trials. While Zari got to confront her own anger about certain things, the Fairy Godmother was really not the fairytale kind, but rather an evil one, but boy, she could sing.

 12.  Crisis on Infinite Earths Part 5 (Episode 5.0/68, Written by: Keto Shimizu, Ubah Mohamed, Directed by: Gregory Smith)

 “Legends” provided Time Travel and it’s characters for most Crossovers, but this one was special because it was a Crossover Episode in pure Legends Style. Our heroes got to confront a gigantic Beebo, Ray took a selfie, Mick had a book signing, and everyone thought they were going insane - and around all of this Earth Prime was established and Olivers fate was confirmed. Most viewers who did not know “Legends” were probably very confused during this one.

11. The Virgin Gary (Episode 4.1/52, Written by: Phil Klemmer und Grainee Godfree, Directed by: Gregory Smith)

 John Constantine joins the Legends in the time for a murderous unicorn at Woodstock that roofies most of the team and gets Ray to snog a tree, Mick and Nate to exchange loving vows, and Zari to chase lights. Plus Gary almost gets eaten by a unicorn. Matt Ryan had doubts about signing that contract on his first day on set for this episode, you know. But we loved it.

 10.  Helen Hunt (Episode 3.6/39, Written by: Keto Shimizu und Ubah Mohamed, Directed by: David Geddes)

 Helen of Troy single handedly destroys the Golden Era of Hollywood, simply by being there and driving men nuts. Studio exes try to kill each other in order to get her, while Damien Darhk becomes her agent to wreck even more havoc. Hard to remember sometimes that this is the guy who killed Laurel, given how much crazy fun he became.

 9. The Fellowship of the Spear (Episode 2.15/31, Written by: Keto Shimizu, Matthew Maala, Directed by: Ben Bray)

 This episode is “Legends”-Homage to Tolkien and his works. However the most quotes and nods go to the Peter Jackson Movies, which is no problem, because we love them too. The Legends recruit Tolkien out of the trenches for a treasure hunt, however things go bad and some fans were not to happy with one of the team betraying their own at the end of this episode. But don’t you guys remember Boromir?

 8.      Seance and Sensibility (Episode 4.11/62, Written by: Grainne Godfree, Jackie Canino, Directed by: Alexandra La Roche)

 What have Jane Austen and Bollywood in common? Both a represented in this episode that features a Bollywood number and the death of Jane Austens writing career. Everyone gets roofied (again!) but this time it’s just sex dreams, and well Zari starts planning her wedding to an Indian God, while Mona turns hulky and tries to kill Jane Austen. Yep, that’s Legends for you.

7. Aruba (Episode 2.17/33, Written by: Phil Klemmer und Marc Guggenheim, Directed by: Rob Seidenglanz)

 The Finale of Season 2 features two sets of Legends, while the team goes back to the event of „Fellowship of  the Spear“. While Malcolm, Damien, and Snart are mostly confused Eobard strikes back by recruiting a lot of his former selfes. Legends die, Legends live, Sara saved the day with quite a neat trick, and Eobard gets what he deserves, but we all know he will be back to haunt Barry anways, so that does not really matter, does it?

6. The Good, the Bad and the Cuddley (Episode 3.18/51, Written by: Marc Guggenheim und Phil Klemmer, Directed by: Dermott Downs)

 In the Season 3 Finale we got a massive Beebo who fights a gigantic demon. The Beebo was created by a Legends Orgy and symbolizes … well love I guess. While the Finale is kind over overstuffed with plot, the fight at the end makes up for it all. Damien sacrifices himself, Zari has an unlikely romance, and we get to see a lot of old faces again. What a weird Season Finale indeed.

5. Raiders of the Lost Art (Episode 2.9/25, Written by: Keto Shimizu, Chris Fedak, Directed by: Dermott Downs)

 This is officially the episode where „Legends“ went nuts. Oh and it’s a delicous one. George Lucas never became a filmmaker after being scared of by Malcolms and Damiens attempts to kill amnesiac Rip Hunter who thinks he is an American filmstudent, whose script is basically the plot of the shows first season. Too bad he can’t find a decent Vandal Savage. And that everyone thinks he is this Rip Hunter guy. Also Mick gets a brain surgey, Ray and Nate change occupations, and Amayas babysits their attempt to get George Lucas back to film school, and thanks god she does otherwise … well otherwise there would be no „Star Wars“ or „Indiana Jones“, would there?

4. Beebo the God of War (Episode 3.9/42, Written by: Grainne Goodfree und James Eagan, Directed by: Kevin Mock)

 This was supposed to be the sad goodbye to Martin Stein and it still is that as well, but mostly it’s the episode about Beebo Day. You know, the blue god, who hungers for war and conquest? Whose birthday we celebrate once a year in december and … wait? What was I talking about? Oh, yeah Leo tries to make Mick quit drinking and Beebo get’s squeezed a lot.

3. Legends of To-Meow-Meow (Episode 4.8/59, Written by: James Eagan und Ray Utarnachitt, Directed by: Ben Bray)

 Sulky about missing out on the Crossover the Legends crossovered with themselves in Season 4. John and Charlie destroyed the timeline for selfish reasons, and now everything is wrong and everything they do makes things worse instead of better. Zari gets to spend most of the epsiode as a cat, the rest of the Legends get turned into puppets, we meet the Sirens of Spacetime and the Custodians of the Chronology, and a gay kiss saves all of spacetime. Why can’t all shows be more like „Legends“?

2.      Meet the Legends (Episode 5.1/69, Written by: Grainne Godfree, James Eagan, Directed by: Kevin Mock)

In this episodes Ava tries to race money for the Time Bureau by making a documentary about the Legends and their work. This episode is the documentary and the making oft he documentary. Think Arrows „Emerald Archer“ only way carzier and funnier. The Legends meet Rasputin who kidnappes the camera team, while Ava writes Sara a very weird condolence note, everyone is acting weird(er) because cameras, and well it’s „Legends“ only even nuttier than normally.

1.      The One Where We‘re Trapped On TV (Episode 5.13/81, Written by: Grainne Godfree, James Eagan, Directed by: Marc Guggenheim)

And the award for the Craziest TV Episode of all time goes to this one, where the Legends are trapped on TV. Charlie put them there to protect them, and so we get very familiar but strange versions of „Friends“, „Downtown Abbey,“ and „Star Trek“ with the Legends as the main characters instead. We also meet a murderous Mister Parker, get another musical number lead by the Tarazi siblings, and are as amazed as Mona about everything that is going on here. Can „Legends“ ever top what they did here? Let’s not challenge them, I am sure they can. But until then, we have this one.

[basscannonjack]

1-100 SPEED RUN

Ama. How could you do this to me

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

Lactose intolerant, only eat cereal dry

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

yes, but not for too long

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

i just try to remember lmao

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

don’t like coffee, drink tea plain or with some sugar

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

not as much as I used to be!

6: do you keep plants?

I have one (1) cactus that I haven’t killed in the 9 years I’ve had it

7: do you name your plants?

sometimes!

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

music or writing

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

ALWAYS

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

I generally fall asleep on my stomach and wake up on my back

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends?

I HAVE YOU NOW

12: what's your favorite planet?

Neptune, probably!

13: what's something that made you smile today?

my SON asking me ALL THE QUESTIONS

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

oh god, probably a bit of a mess

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

the ISS was launched on the day of my birth, so it’s been in space *literally* my entire life

16: what's your favorite pasta dish?

just plain ol’ chicken alfredo

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

keeping it silver baybeee

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

oh man, there are so many, but i’ll go with the time that Roman got coke to fizz through my nose by making me laugh too hard

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

no journal, only very similar looking notebooks to doodle and write in

20: what's your favorite eye color?

hazel!

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

my Bag of Holding! snapped the clasp on it a few years back though

22: are you a morning person?

not at all!

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

SLEEP

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

Ashe, of course

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into?

I had to break into my own safe at my old job, does that count?

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

I’d say my boots, but I just got a new set, so the older ones

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor?

Spearmint or wintergreen

28: sunrise or sunset?

Sunrise

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

I just love seeing my friends blush

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

yes, I won’t go into detail

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

SOCKS SOCKS SOCKS I used to collect weird socks, now I just have a bunch of fun dress socks lmao

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

driving everyone home at 4 am and seeing other people on the road and going “you should be in bed!” at them

33: what's your fave pastry?

lemon meringue pie

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

Teddy a winnie the pooh bear that I still have!

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

I adore new pens

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now?

uhhhh I’ve been listening to a lot of Rise Against and ABBA lmao

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

messy

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

nearly anything my brother does 

39: what color do you wear the most?

black or blue

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you?

my claddagh ring from my grandmother, i don’t have much else from her

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving?

not the last book but there was one about a girl having a single dragon finger that I remember reading so many times that I unfortunately don’t know the name of, or the Tamora Pierce Lioness series

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

Don’t like coffee!

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

James <3

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

I do not :’)

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?

not as much as I probably should

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

I’ve been changing my username to a different halloween themed pun for all of October, I’m all burnt out

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

Balut, it icks me out

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

heights, and yes :’)

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

I got a record player fairly recently, I have some P!atD ones, Foo Fighters, and Imagine Dragons

50: what's an odd thing you collect?

rocks

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

Bitch by Meredith Brooks for my eldest sister

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

the ones we’ve made in our server

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

all of the above except Pulp Fiction, I’m not really a movie person but I *am* a musical person

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

my dad

55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point?

Cotton Eyed Joe in six inch heels

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

honesty and passion in an interest

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

I just vibe and belt, y’know

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

can they both be me

59: what's your favorite myth?

the soup with a rock in it!

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

Where the Sidewalk Ends was always a good one

61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received?

a coffee cup drinking horn for my dad, and some painted rocks from my brother

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

it would be apple juice if I did

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

not at all

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

greyish, the sun is just about to rise

65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with?

My eldest sister

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

ROSES

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

give them to me, I love them

68: what's winter like where you live?

COLD

69: what are your favorite board games?

Monopoly and LIFE

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

no thanks

71: what's your favorite kind of tea?

raspberry or orange for fruit and mint

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it?

no, but I do write things down anyways

73: what are some of your worst habits?

I lose things all the time

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

STARDUST SOULMATE

75: tell us about your pets!

I have a Min Pin named Lily

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't?

Sleeping

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

pink

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

*insert ick emoji*

79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

decorated my band locker to celebrate my birthday

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

beige, but I hung up a bunch of posters!

81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

when the sun hits very rich dirt where a tree used to be

82: are/were you good in school?

best in class in math with a 101.8 but I also rarely did homework so uh

83: what's some of your favorite album art?

Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

Dragon on the shoulder blade, roses on the left arm, Exalt on the right

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?

webcomics! Barbarous, currently

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

:? not sure what that means

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

TREASURE PLANET

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

nope!

89: are you close to your parents?

my dad!

90: talk about your one of your favorite cities.

don’t really have a favorite, in all honesty

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

I was supposed to go see Ashe for their birthday but maybe next year!

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

CHEESE CHEESE CHEESE

93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most?

uhhh it’s usually short enough to do nothing lmao

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

I have a friend’s bday tomorrow!

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

WORK

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

bit of both

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

INTP, Scorpio, Ravenclaw

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

last year? maybe the one before? I did! but my heart didn’t

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

How Far We’ve Come, Matchbox Twenty

The Call, Backstreet Boys

I2I, from the Goofy Movie Soundtrack (lmao)

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

the future! I’ve had my time in the past, no changing it now

[thevoidwell]

100 Reasons to Love Vivia Nihar

Inspired by @wrongshatteredrealms and their post about 100 reasons why Destin Karn is their favorite character from Shattered Realms.  This post took a while to make, but Vivia really deserves it.  It’s quite long, I warn you.

1. She loves her country even after everything the people in it put her through

2. She is a feminist icon

3. Her nickname is “Little Fox” and that’s just adorable

4. She’s so strong in spite of her mental health issues

5. Her mother committed suicide and she still manages to go past the place where it happened all the time without breaking down each time

6. She just cares about Stix so much and would die for her

7. When she realized just how much Serafin has been manipulating her, she tried her best to do something about it

8. She is a pirate princess who also happens to be a lesbian, and honestly you can’t get any cooler than that

9. “Do I look like I care about plums?”

10. “Now would be the right time for the gardener to complain about his plum trees”

11. She has that habit of patting the sides of her face like she’s checking to make sure her mask is in place

12. She calls Merik “Merry” and it makes me laugh every time

13. She’s the Chosen Daughter of the VOID WELL, which nobody thought existed

14. The lack of patience she has with the vizers is amusing, but she takes it to an art form with Serrit Linday and it’s priceless

15. Her annoyed internal monologue about how it seems like five thousand servants have stopped to talk to her, interrupted only by another servant coming to talk to her before she mentally changes the count to five thousand and one

16. All the pining for Stix in her POV chapters with the constant repetition of “Too good for me”

17. When she saves Merik’s life by showing up out of nowhere and cutting off Garren’s head

18. When, upon cutting off Garren’s head, she gloats by saying “Come back from that”

19. Even when Merik constantly misgenders Cam in Windwitch, Vivia still has a hard time believing he’s a girl

20. Later in Bloodwitch when Cam is introduced as a boy, Vivia immediately believes it (Merik, take lessons from your sister)

21. Her own brother thinks she’s intimidating and trying to have him killed, but she really just needs a hug

22. “I could have just as many titles if I wanted”

23. The way that as soon as she realizes Stix is missing, she goes into an absolute panic because what if something happened to her???

24. How she gets chills when Vizer Sotar calls her “My Queen” because no one’s ever called her that before

25. She put in so much work for the under-city but got recognized for none of it

26. She came up with a really awesome speech but didn’t get to say it

27. When Cam is talking about Paladins and magical doorways in Bloodwitch and externally Vivia is like, “Yeah, okay” when internally she’s basically saying, “What in the world is he talking about - ”

28. She completely tricked Merik into believing that the boat miniature was actually representing a Dalmotti trade ship

29. She also tricked Merik into believing that she believed him when he lied about where the miniature was

30. When she’s just so done with Linday in the council meeting and she keeps mentally making her ideal punishment for him even worse

31. Until she’s thinking about how he should be drawn, quartered, eviscerated, and burned to ashes and she gets distracted from the actual meeting

32. How flustered she gets when Stix kisses her on the cheek

33. How she constantly refers to that moment as “the kiss” even though it wasn’t a real kiss because it was so emotional for her

34. She quite literally jumps into a valley filled with seafire to save the people of Lovats

35. When Merik saves her from dying as she plummets through the valley of seafire, she acts like it’s an everyday occurrence and proceeds to just go about her business

36. She has a hard time trusting Cam at first, which makes sense, but as soon as he mentions the message that Stix sent her, Vivia immediately trusts him because it’s better than risking the chance that Stix might not need help

37. “You may lower your water” “Oh may I?  I’m so glad to have your permission”

38. She has plans to put more women on the High Council once she’s officially queen

39. When Vivia, a person who has never had a real conversation with Safi, knows within about five seconds that the reason Safi wants Marstok to trade with Nubrevna is because of Merik

40. Over the course of Bloodwitch, she goes from barely interacting with Vizer Sotar to going to talk to him for literally everything and asking for advice and help

41. Anybody could say any random thing and she’d find a way to connect it to the fact that Stix is perfect and amazing

42. When she gets the message from Vaness suggesting a meeting over trade, she just starts laughing because she thinks it’s a trick, then when Stix says she should go she’s like “okay”

43. That kind of infuriating thing where she writes a message to Vaness via the Wordwitched paper after telling the empress she got home safely and we don’t get to know what she said

44. “You can keep [the pencil].  I have others” “As do I.  We’re not that poor”

45. How she bickers with Vaness for well over two pages about whose fault it was that the Truce got broken and who needed help more

46. When she thinks Merik is dead, the extent of her reaction is pretty much “Aw, that’s too bad” but when Stix goes missing for a day, she’s in an utter panic and asking Vizer Sotar where she could possibly be

47. How she learns to stop apologizing to Serafin and stop feeling guilty over the things he does to her

48. When she’s anxious over something, she stops and remembers [insert advice from her mother].  It doesn’t sound like a lot but when you remember that the whole country thinks her mother was insane and you remember their mother-daughter relationship, it’s sweet

49. That moment in Bloodwitch where her thought process is basically “I like how Stix always calls me ‘sir,’ it shows we respect each other but not in terms of royalty...wait why is she calling me ‘Your Highness’ now, does she not think we’re friends anymore?...oh thank God she called me ‘Viv,’ we’re friends for sure”

50. Nubrevna needed food, and it wasn’t getting food, so she just decided to steal it

51. She’s unbelievably calm when Merik holds a pistol to her head

52. She tries so hard to stop the Fury but doesn’t realize that the Fury is a reincarnated Paladin who happens to be pretty much immortal

53. For all those times Merik thought about how she treated her crew like servants, you don’t see her chaining people to the deck for 10 hours at a time

54. She is shameless about her piracy because she knows it’s for the greater good of Nubrevna

55. When she orders the generals to do something and they refuse, and she realizes that her crown was taken away and she hadn’t even been there for the vote like...poor Little Fox

56. When she has that realization that Jana had managed to bear with the shadows instead of nurturing them as Serafin had, and that made her even stronger than him

57. “Vivia was ready to be Queen” yes!!!

58. No matter what Merik does, chances are her response would be “ugh” or rolling her eyes because they are Siblings™

59. She doesn’t have as many of the action or fight scenes as the other characters, but I’m still always so excited for her next chapter because she’s just so amazing

60. When she decides it’s time to stop trying to be a good daughter and start trying to be a good ruler

61. When she mentally agrees with Vizer Sotar that Cam’s “door” is, in fact, a wall

62. When she’s simultaneously annoyed and impressed by how much clay and water Vaness put out before their meeting to make her feel safe against the empress’s Ironwitchery

63. That trick she does with the water at the meeting with the vizers

64. She reminds the High Council that it was Jana and not Serafin who signed the Truce, so he should not get the credit

65. When she stands up to her father and says that there is no way he’s fit to lead an army after having almost died

66. “I decide who holds the title of Admiral and I haven’t appointed you”

67. When she basically tells Serafin that he’s a pathetic soldier and he exaggerated all of his accomplishments, like Vivia, you tell him

68. The internal jealousy when she thinks Stix is seeing someone else

69. When she canonically thinks that Vizer Sotar is the only one on the council who has a fully operational brain

70. She does such a good job of pretending that Merik is dead at his funeral

71. For all she was talking about how the meeting with Vaness would be pointless, she actually stayed in touch with the empress and it’s a good thing she did

72. For that matter, she didn’t give up on Vaness’s negotiations when the empress had to end their meeting abruptly to talk to Habim

73. She isn’t physically described too much in the books, so the reader gets to have their own image in their head of what she looks like, more or less

74. Even though she’s proven to be good with a blade, most of the time she honestly doesn’t need one because of her Tidewitchery

75. When she sends Linday off to do something menial just so she can have a moment alone, but (unfortunately) he barks at some servant to do it instead, and she has to put up with Serrit Linday for even longer

76. When she internally calls Linday “slimy”

77. She stays so remarkably composed while the vizers tell her that her throne has been reclaimed by Serafin, even though her life is falling apart

78. She still goes to Jana’s garden sometimes

79. Most of the country thinks she is weak because she’s a woman and because her mother committed suicide, but omg Vivia can GET THINGS DONE

80. When Vaness dropping the pencil is actually reassuring to her because it means that she’s a human and not 100% perfect, 100% of the time

81. Her friendship with Stix is just amazing - so much mutual respect and support

82. Her self-esteem is nonexistent, but Stix trying to boost it always seems to make her day

83. She worked so hard to get the food for Nubrevna that it was so heartbreaking when she realized it was all for nothing

84. For that matter, the same goes for her efforts for the under-city

85. In Windwitch she mentions how she hates spiders, but later she gets a spider off Merik when he doesn’t notice it’s there #SisterlyLove

86. After Stix kisses her on the cheek, she literally just stands there because she’s just so 😍 overwhelmed 😍

87. When Serafin jokes about Vivia possibly having arranged for Vaness’s death and she’s horrified at the idea but externally is like “yeah...ha ha ha”

88. When she was a kid, she found an abandoned room in one of the palace wings and she decorated it herself and called it her fox’s den, which is the cutest thing ever

89. When she realizes that the Void Well is the Void Well and she knows she should bring her father down to heal him but some part of her doesn’t know if she should...she’s just so confused and, I repeat, really needs a hug

90. That moment where she’s so busy that she doesn’t try to put on a façade and Stix actually notices and she’s just so touched

91. When Vivia decides that even though she doesn’t know Cam, there is no way she’s going to stand there and do nothing while Garren cuts off his finger

92. When she has no idea what just happened but she’s glad she saved Merik’s life, so this one time she has no regrets

93. When she is so overwhelmed by all the negative things happening that she thinks to herself that this must be what drowning feels like, and it’s just so painful to read

94. That moment in Windwitch where she’s so scared that something might happen to Merik or her crew and she feels like she’s somewhere between Serafin and Jana and she doesn’t know which side is the better one, so she makes that decision to save the city even though she thinks it’ll kill her

95. When she manages to start over with Merik and put everything in the past

96. How all of her irritation towards the vizers goes out the window whenever she talks to or thinks about Stix

97. How she’s so frustrated by Vaness at first but by the end has a lot of respect for her

98. The way she acts in front of the council in comparison to the way she acts when she’s alone

99. She’s part of Vix, an amazing ship!!!!

100. In conclusion, Vivia is such an incredible character and deserves all the love in the world.  Thank you for reading 🙂

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Hi there !! ❤️

Oh lord……….. 😵😅 There is a lot of it! But in some way it flatters me 😂💖

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

I do. It seems to be sth unpleasant but I like that tbh. It’s a very refreshing feeling.

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

Ofc I’m 😂

6: do you keep plants?

Generally no. I prefer to have an ornamentation which are long-term like a paintings or various types of souvenirs. But every now and then I love to buy some roses or lilies.

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

Sometimes.

13: what’s something that made you smile today?

A few things for sure ^^ For example some new epizode on the channel of one of my favrite youtubers. I usually don’t care about youtubers, but there is few guys who I really like. He is one of them. Besides of reviewing and mocking of a bad movies, he started to make a program when he laughs of his inept cooking skills and in a funny way he tries to do the various dishes. It was the epizode when he tried to do some dish created by Gordon Ramsey. With his brilliant joke and a chill style of being, as usual it was great. Another thing which comes to my mind is a very tasty breakfast 😋

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

I guess it would be like in case of a lot of roommates. A separate rooms for each of us. Each one would be the own part of the fridge. The bills would be divided in half for each.

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

Right now I have a color I like (dark chocolate).

22: are you a morning person?

Not exactly xD I love mornings! It’s my favorite part of the day. But at the same time I love to spend all night without sleeping xD At night we have the best ideas and the biggest inspiration ❤️ sometimes I call myself „a night animal”. But I still love mornings, this fresh air, very pleasant atmosphere. But because of my love to being „a night animals” my morning is only sometimes in the correct part of the day (like 7.00 – 8.00 am).

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

Like today xD Eg. replying to messages (like right now xD), cleaning, some activities like a cycling, trips or swimming, watching a movies, finding an interesting things or creating sth like a new poem or taking a new photos to my albums.

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

Yes, she is ❤️ She knows more than anybody.

28: sunrise or sunset?

Sunrise ❤️

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

Eg. when there is my birthday time and some my friend always gives me the gifts which perfectly suits to my interests and my personality ❤️ It’s the sign for me that someone knows my well and I’m important for him/her.

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

I think I have… But I’m not sure when exactly. It was a long time ago…

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

You mean a mascot, right? I still have my dear bunny ❤️ Its name is Niunia (a girl name). I got it for my fourth birthday. It was one of my biggest inspiration for the next 10 years xD Thanks to this bunny I created my first tales, comics, novels, and arts. It was like an one big inspiration bomb xD

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

Yeah, I like it. I use it very often.

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

Rather clean.

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

It would be probably when someone is too sarcastic. Many people love sarcasms. Some are funny, when don’t laugh of somebodies in some mean way, but generally when it’s sth too personal, directed directly to me, then it’s sth very painful.

I also really don’t like when someone is a religious fanatic. I’m not an atheist and I totally respect all religiouses but some part of them are just insane… Some of them even try to say, that the homosexuality is a disease and that the contraception is a killing. Maybe we should claim that the religious fanatics is a disease xD 💀😂

Oh! And I hate this obsession with diet and exercise. It’s great to feel attractive and healthy but it started to be the one large international persecution mania 😅💀💀

40: think of a piece of jewelery you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?

Ahh, ofc! I have a lot of jewelery, many of them remind me of some memories. My the most precious thing is my ring which I bought from my first scholarship (the scholarship I got in 2015, while I bought it in 2016). I wear it everyday. Later I went to the some steep hill and at the top of this hill I’ve done a kind of oath to myself that I will never make some mistakes once again, i.e. that I will always respect and love myself and I will always be faithful to myself (Sth a bit like a self-wedding xD There was even the cross xD).

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

Generally I read book quite rarely, I choose much more the watching the movies/anime, but when I think about a books like this, eg. now I’m reading some really great book. It’s called „Sophie’s World”. It’s about a teenage girl which one day came back from school and inside of her letter-box found a letter addressed to her, where it was one question „Who you are?”. Later, after she started think about who could give it to her and wonder about that question, another anonymous letters with philosophical questions began to be put into her letter-box. After a short time, after stimulating her curiosity towards philosophy, still without knowing the identity of the mysterious philosopher, the girl started a philosophy course, this time receiving a lot of long sheets full of new knowledge. More and more she began to delve into the world of philosophy, while at the same time trying to find out who is that mysterious teacher. At the same time, every now and then for some reason in various places, she found some things for the another girl she had never met. So far, I’m halfway through, history is getting more and more interesting. This is not a romance, as might be suggested by that “mysterious man” xD is a novel which is a kind of textbook of philosophy inserted into the story of the main character, written in a style that is one of the best literary styles I have ever read ❤️

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

With my music xD 🎵🎇

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

It was some time ago, on my last ride by bicycle.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

The meat from the dogs 😱😭😭👎

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

In case of this, I’ve really changed. As a kid I was scared by a storm, altitude, public appearances, spiders, darkness, although at the same time since childhood I’ve liked to challenge myself. Then there was a time when there were many strong negative experiences in my life, after which I came up with some simple thought: “Once I was afraid of a storm, but then I found out that there are more terrible things than a storm.” Now I’m afraid of only few things. I was able to go in the middle of the night through a dark forest, perform in front of a hundred people or run away from a stranger who chased me with a log in hand and even then I didn’t feel a fear. But there is still something I’m scared. It’s a bad people. I divide bad people into “culprits” and “intruders”. These first ones are people aware of their faults who have made mistakes, but they have a goodness within them that helps them to be better. Those second ones are totally evil. They are persuasive. People love them and follow them. They’re often completely unaware of the quantity of evil that is within them. Their boundless ruthlessness, combined with their eternal state of repression and alleged innocence, make them worse than the most dangerous lion.

I’m also afraid of losing humanity. I have the view that human is a creation between an animal and a device. I don’t want to get lost totally in lusts and instincts, like an animal, I don’t want to lose myself in logical cold action, like a device. It’s important to not forget about the instincts and the logical thinking, both skills are very valuable. But the extreme transition to one of these parties is bad. And very simple in a present times. While there is still humanity in the middle, specifically this what is metaphorically called “the soul” (feelings, weaknesses, sensibility). I don’t want the present world to deprive me of this.

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?

I guess I don’t collect any things like this.

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

Some my friend from studies. She has a very hard time right now…

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

It’s hard to say… But I guess it was some „skill” I had to learn, ie. more „sharp” kind of speaking and behaving, more agressive. Ofc not as a kind of speaking everyday, but it were a situation which forced me to be cruel to someone who hurt me. It was my final attempt to prove that this person very hurts me and deserves my contempt. It worked. Now this person is completely different to me. But I don’t hide that it was difficult. In a way, I had to move my scruple and find within me something what I call “wildness”.

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

When someone still has inside sth from a child. Specifically, I mean a children’s sensitivity, curiosity about the world, the ability to dreaming, child’s innocence and a kind of enjoying something like a child. Imo it’s very important to cultivate everything this within us, at the same time having sth of an adult, like eg. an emotional maturity (there are ofc also children who can do it ;3). I like when someone is not afraid of being themselves. I also value a tenderness. I also like when someone gets involved in something with a passion, in some of their interest, or even in the anime episode xD

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

I can to listen to this AGAIN AND AGAIN 💖🎵��

59: what’s your favorite myth?

I don’t have any.

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

I like ^^ My fave poets are Adam Mickiewicz and Jan Lechoń. From my poetry my fave poem is called „The Shine” about how to recognize the true great love and not to confuse it with sth worse, some fake. It resembles a dialogue by a man with a personified „Mrs Love/Goddess of love Venus” (there is even sth mentioned about Venus). The man falls in love with someone, but he hesitates, doesn’t know if she’s this only one. Love tells him that yes, this is the only one. Love also tells him what he should to do to not lose her and how to realize the enormity of his feelings and distinguish the “first place / podium” from the others ones.

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

I gave one day for one my friend a cup with picture of Rei from Free! in a butterfly costume. Have I received some stupid gift? Maybe that bright green headphones for music in the shape of little monkeys that looked terribly and worked even more terribly XD

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

I think that to some level I’m fussy, but not very much. I love the most to listen sth what it evokes some feelings me and emotions inside me or inspires me to sth. When it doesn’t do it, it’s not a big deal but on the first place I put a kind of music like above.

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

Black (We have a 2:15 am so .. xD).

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

It’s not sth what makes me feel worse. I just try to accept any weather and to be above it. But sometimes there are a moments when I feel sleepy.

68: what’s winter like where you live?

It depends. Sometimes it’s light and warm, about 0oC, sometimes we get even -20oC  O.O … The snow is every year but not during all winter.

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

So far I have not.

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

Some things yes. I love to create a lists concerning various things. Thanks to this some stuffs and things to do are orderly in my head. But not everything. There must be a place for being spontaneous lol xD without this we don’t live xD

73: what are some of your worst habits?

No comments XD

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

Friendly, kind, tender, open-minded, full of passion and amazing ideas, funny, inteligent, positive, shy, sensitive, as much pervert as me (or more xD), with a golden heart 💖💖💖

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

Yhm, Sleeping? (2:40 am while tomorrow morning I go to work xD sometimes I have to turn off my inner „night animal” xD)

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

Eg. when one my friend gave me on my birthday ALL collection of „X/1999”, all 19 volumes which cost a lot of money and which are also very hard to find. I’m truly grateful for that, it’s one of my favorites manga serieses ever! In case of guys, eg. one kissed my hand only in a winter glove, claiming that he’s not worthy to do it without this. From myself (I do for myself A LOT of sweet things xD) I’ve gotten a gold statuette for happy birthday with an engraved wishes 😄🏆🥇

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

The walls of my bedroom are in a creamy color. I didn’t chose it but creemy it’s for me very neutral color so it’s alright. In my future dreamy bedroom the walls would be white or in a powder pink color.

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

Yeah, this is perfect xD

82: are/were you good in school?

In those subjects I liked. That was my rule xD About the rest I didn’t care.

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

I guess not.

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

The scientific movie “Journey to the Edge of the Universe” (2008) It’s one of the most beautiful and profound movie from this kind, I’ve ever seen ❤️❤️ „100 girls” when the main guy has absolutely brillant reflections about a women and men, everyone should to listen to him! :D And „Lucy”, about the potential of our brain. And perhaps also „The Devil’s Advocate”, it’s a food for thought.

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

Music for sure and a bit the painting world.

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.

Let my own photos and those from the Internet will tell instead of me.

Yeah… That’s Wroclaw 💖

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

INFJ/ENFJ, pisces/aries , none of hogwarts houses.

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

Last week, It was very nice. I really like this kind of spending time.

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

I think that none of them. I don’t want t change a past, I like the state of things which is now and love some special memories which could to not happen If I would go back 5 years. I also don’t want to jump up the 5 years which can bring something special.

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It reminds me some trend which we were in the primary school, called “The golden thoughts” where some person created a 100 question, wrote in a notebook and later others answered her question in that notebook. It looks exactly the same ❤️

Thank you for your message! 😘

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forever is the sweetest con | Chip Taylor x Reader

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Summary: Reader's dad is a carpenter; sometimes he takes on apprentices and sometimes, if they're lucky, they get his daughter's number at the end of their training. Chip Taylor, however, hits the jackpot when her father invites him over for one of her homecooked meals.

Warnings: reader's mom passed away, mentions of parental death, strangers to lovers, random acts of kindness, mutual pining, falling in love, steamy make-outs, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, sub!chip, food mentions, praise, love confessions.

word count: 6.2k

a/n: thank you @samuel-de-champagne-problems for requesting a chip fic!! i am in love with him and also yes this plot is something that happened to my parents, however, my mom is still alive and my dad does give my Instagram out to the men who subcontract for him lmao!

Her father was a carpenter, and he often took on apprentices. You see, he had to learn everything on his own to make his way in life and support his family, he was willing to help other men do the same thing. And so every night he would come home from work and talk about whatever idiot he was teaching this week.

“His name is Chip,” her father emphasized the p with confusion, “what is that even short for?”

“It’s short for Charles,” she couldn’t help but laugh, “is he at least more competent than that Mason kid?”

“Much!” He rolled his eyes, “although I did have to teach him how to put crown moulding in today, he’s a quick learner and you can tell he’s just following what they teach at the schools but I know the hacks.”

“I know, Dad,” she smiled. “Is he cute? Single?”

She’s been on dates with most of the guys he’s worked with, mainly because they went to her high school back in the day, but also because her father was trying to play matchmaker. Ever since her mother died, she’s been taking care of him and he just wanted her to have some fun outside of the house. She needed a life in his eyes.

She was content working at the diner and serving people food all day just to come home and take care of her father. He worked hard to make sure they stayed afloat after her mom, the least she could do is make him dinner and a sandwich for lunch the next day.

“He is actually,” he shrugged, “he’s a yes man, you’d probably really like him.”

“Why’s that?” She asked, waiting for whatever snide comment he was going to make to jokingly piss her off.

“Your aunt Lisa only married your uncle Jason because he was a yes man and she could wear the pants, and you’ve always been just like her,” he explained it nicer than she expected.

“Give him my number next time you work with him?” She asks nicely, taking his plate from the table and moving it to the sink.

“Good luck chip,” she hears him mumble under his breath.

It makes her laugh, she loves her relationship with her father and the friendly environment they were able to keep after everything that’s happened to their family. They always laughed together, he was always cracking jokes and even when they were shouting obscenities at each other it came from a place of love, “fuck-head” was a term of endearment in their home.

—

He brings Chip home with him without telling her, she’s been home all day cleaning the house; her hair is a mess and she’s all sweaty, and he really is cute. She made enough food for an army so it wasn’t a problem in her father’s eyes, saying “doesn’t she always look beautiful? It’s fine Y/N.”

“Yeah,” Chip agreed with a small smile and a blush that roared red down his neck. "You're very beautiful."

She cleans up a bit before dinner, brushing her hair and changing into a nice sundress. She adds some perfume and shakes the anxiety out of her body, he was just one of her dad’s friends from work. And he happened to be incredibly adorable.

Returning to find them talking about how he fixed their frozen pipes in the winter with a hairdryer. It was the most basic shit to her and yet Chip was fascinated like he’s never heard any of these things before. He’s holding a beer in his hands with a leg crossed as he leans on the sofa and he’s so cute…

He’s in his work jeans and his shirt is all sweaty, and his hair is curled on the ends from all the hard work. His hands are dirty and he smells like sawdust and home. She’s not listening to a single thing they’re talking about, she’s just staring at the way his face moves when he talks and how sweet his laugh is.

He loves dinner, he’s beyond thankful and even more so for dessert. She made homemade banana bread with the bananas they had, they were going to go bad if she didn’t. It wasn’t anything special but he acted like she made his whole day.

He helps bring all the dishes into the kitchen, standing beside her as she fills the sink with water, “do you have a towel? I could help dry.”

“I know where everything is, how about you wash and I dry?” She compromises with a smile, and he’s more than happy to oblige.

She learns a little about him, he’s kind and friendly and he seems to crave the feeling of family that being in her home provides. He doesn’t want to stop washing dishes because then he has to go home, and he doesn’t look like he really wants to do that either.

“Do you need a ride home, Chip?” She asks as he lets the sink water out, “I was thinking about going to get some ice cream if you want to join me?”

“I would love to,” he smiles again, “thank you, Y/N.”

—

She understands everything when she drops him off at his tiny, little, run-down apartment; he’s going to be all alone as soon as he leaves her car and she hates that for him. He was so nice it was hard to believe that he didn’t have a nice partner and a house and kids by now.

“I wouldn’t mind if you came over for dinner after all your shifts with my dad? Just text me before so I make enough dinner?” She offers with butterflies swarming in her stomach.

“You’re too kind to me,” he replies, unable to meet her eyes as she turns to him.

“I just want more time to look at you,” she teases, “you’re really handsome.”

He lights up, “you think so?”

She nods with a small laugh, pushing air through her nose as she leans in more, “and you’re nice and funny, and your voice is cute.”

He’s stunned as his eyes flick back and forth from hers to her lips, his lips are parted as he tries to breathe but fails, he looks like no one has ever told him that before.

“Are you working with my dad tomorrow?” She changes the topic so that he can focus once more.

“I should be,” he replies just soft enough for her to hear.

“Would you like a sandwich for lunch? My dad said often the guys don’t bring that much with them to eat, I wouldn’t mind making you a sandwich too?”

She’s not sure why she feels the need to take him in and care for him but she does. She wants to wrap him up in a hug and make his meals and tuck him in at night. He just has this aura that calls for love and she desperately wants to give it to him.

He leans forward and kisses her, she kisses back instinctively and reaches to hold his face. His cheeks are soft as she runs her thumb along the skin, she pulls back only to press a few more pecks to his lips.

“You're something else,” he whispers against her lips before stealing another kiss.

He’s sweet, he tastes like vanilla ice cream and she just wants more. She kisses him again and again, eventually licking at his bottom lip and desperately whining to make out with him. She hasn’t felt this needy since she was a high schooler, but something in Chip made her feel alive.

She is leaning so far into his space she might as well get into his seat too. She moves to kiss his jaw and down his neck and he’s nothing but hands as he feels all over her back.

“Do you want to come inside?” He whispers, scared but just as desperate as she is.

“I shouldn’t,” she says before continuing her trail of kisses down his neck.

She can’t leave any marks because her father will know, but she also doesn’t care. He’d probably just give him a high five and move on with his day. She wanted to be even closer to him, she wanted to sit in his lap and kiss him for hours just because she could.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he tries to persuade her, “it just might be more comfortable for this?”

“Alright.”

He holds her hand on the walk up to his apartment, she likes how much he already feels like hers. He shows her inside and before the door is even closed she’s connecting their lips once again. He moans into her mouth at the feeling of his back colliding with the door and her hands are immediately roaming his shirt.

He’s such a good kisser, he is gentle and soft, he isn’t overly eager and controlling. He lets her explore and slow it down as she presses in closer to him and his hands wander to her hips. She places one of her thighs between his and grinds herself even closer to him.

He’s hard against her hip and the prospect of sleeping with him is so enticing but she knows she can't, at least not yet. It would be too quick, she wants to just appreciate him like this. Her kisses trail from his lips to his ear and he’s still a whining mess, but he’s completely still as she sets the pace of her grinding. He’s not pushing her to do anything or move this along, he’s just letting her explore everywhere… he’s so different.

“I don’t want to have to do laundry tonight,” he whispers with a smirk, moving his hands down to block her from grinding on his erection anymore.

She just undoes his belt and pushes his jeans to the floor before resuming the same position as before, this time she pulls her dress up and rests the clothed tip of his cock in just the right spot under her.

He’s holding her closer again, his arms wrapping almost all the way around her as his big hands grab handfuls of her skin in a desperate attempt to be closer to her. She keeps kissing his neck, they’re more open-mouthed and breathy than she intends but he just feels so good under her.

No one has ever made her feel this desperate before, something about him made her want to devour him whole. His sounds were delicious, his skin even more so, she couldn’t help herself from nipping and sucking at his neck as he made more beautiful noises.

She was so close and she could tell he wasn’t far behind, “let go, Chip,” she whispers in his ear, “cum with me.”

She grinds down hard one final time and he’s a shaking, moaning mess. It’s the feeling of the wet patch in his underwear and the feeling of him shudder that sends her over the edge, panting into his neck as they hold each other close against the door.

He turns them around, taking her by the waist and manhandling her until she’s the one against the door. His lips are on her neck and it’s like his orgasm has only enticed him to go further, “you’re too good to me.”

“You deserve good things Chip,” she whispers as her hand comes up to grip his hair as he continues to kiss her neck.

“Let me say thank you,” he whispers as he drops to his knees and pushes her dress up as she reaches to pull it up for him.

She spreads her legs as he moves her panties to the side and dives in. Spreading her with two fingers he sucks her clit into his mouth first and she tugs on his hair so tight he moans against her. Sending another shockwave through her body as he built another orgasm up.

He’s so good with his mouth, her legs are quaking as she tries to stay standing against the door. She can feel him everywhere but it’s still not enough, she wants him deep inside of her but she knows it’s way too soon to even be doing this. She has never gone this fast with someone before but she couldn’t stop, he felt too amazing.

“Chip,” she chanted his name, tugging on his hair tighter to get him to moan against her and send her over the edge once again.

She ruts against his tongue, fucking his face as she rides it out and he is more than happy to keep going as long as she wants him to and it feels so good she might just stay there. But the twitches get too intense and the whine she makes lets him know she’s done as he kisses back up her body.

Supporting her against the door, he presses his body against her once more. Taller than her, he tilts her chin up so she can look him in the eyes, his chin and nose are glistening with her cum and somehow he’s still cute.

She kisses him on the lips quickly, “when I can feel my legs again, I need to head home.”

When she leaves, she just sits in her car for a few minutes as she settles even more. Then she heads to the grocery store on the way home to get nice things for his sandwich tomorrow, because any man who can make her cum twice in 10 minutes deserves the best sandwich.

—

Waking up at 6 in the morning to make sandwiches is normally a chore, she sometimes makes them the night before so she doesn’t have to worry and can sleep in, this morning she wants to put all the tender loving care into these lunches. Her dad has noticed, he’s eyeing her down from the living room as he has his morning cereal and she knows he wants to ask.

“I didn’t sleep with him if that’s what you’re wondering.” Her voice is just loud enough for him to shoot her a listening glance.

“Oh, but you’re making him a sandwich?”

“You should see his apartment complex,” her expression drops, “ and after the way he devoured dinner last night, I just knew he hasn’t been taken care of in forever. And he’s so nice?”

He smiles, “your mom did the same thing for me.”

“You’ve never told me the story,” she reminds him.

He gets up and walks over to the kitchen, leaning against the counter so they can look at each other. His expression is soft, he’s an overly kind man and it was the thing she loved most about him.

“Your grandfather and I worked at a company making refrigerators, I was new to the state and had nothing and so he brought me home for dinner,” he smiles at the memory.

“Her parents got divorced soon after and her mom was having trouble with the bills so I moved in and I helped, and every morning your mom woke up and she made me a sandwich as a thank you.”

“Oh,” she smiled at the recollection, they really were having the same little love story. “Well, I’m thinking about making fish for dinner, would you ask Chip if he likes it? I’ve invited him over for dinner after all his shifts with you.”

He laughs in a huff, he’s proud of her— and himself. He finally found a good one for her.

—

She outdoes herself for dinner. The food is amazing, the table is set, and she’s all dolled up for him. Her dad thinks it’s cute and he doesn’t mind being the third wheel, they all talk to each other like he’s been having dinner with them for years.

He helps clean up after dinner and her dad falls asleep watching Jeopardy in the living room like normal. She wraps her arms around his waist and rests her head on his back while he’s still doing the dishes, he’s still all sweat from work but she doesn’t care, she wants to give him a hug.

“What’s this for?” He whispers, placing a wet hand over hers on his stomach.

“Do I need a reason to hug you?” She counters.

“No,” he turns around in her grip so that he can give her a real hug. Wet hands on her back and everything.

She held him there, leaning against him as he leaned against the sink. His heartbeat was quick and he still smelled like sawdust and hard work, but he was warm and soft and it felt so right to just be there.

“Are you working with my dad tomorrow?”

“I will be for the rest of the month,” he confirms her hopes; he was going to be around often.

“Would it be alright if I asked you to stay the night?” She whispers incredibly soft for only him to hear.

He nods against her before taking her hand and leading her outside to the porch. They close the house door softly and then she’s back in his arms, “are you sure?”

She looks up at him and he’s even more beautiful today than he was yesterday, “I can take you back to your place to get some things? It would be nice to send you off to work in the morning.”

“You’ve decided that I’m yours now, haven’t you?” He teased her with a smile, perfectly fine with that.

She nods again, “you could move in tomorrow if you wanted, I’m not sure what’s possessed me to take you in like this, but I really don’t want to let you go.”

He delicately places his hands on her cheeks and pulls her into a kiss, it’s soft and short and he’s quick to look at her again.

“You can have me,” he whispers, “forever, if you want.”

It makes her laugh, “that's the sweetest con you know, you promise yourself to me forever and yet you have no idea if you can stay that long.”

He nods in agreement, “what if I promise my hardest to stay?”

“Okay,” she smiles again, leaning forward and kissing him again, finally.

—

The month is coming to an end and he’s slept beside her almost every single night, and even with that, they’re still taking it slow. They go on dates on the weekends, they make out in her car, he drives her to work, she kisses him at the door every morning he stays with them and they’ve done almost everything but have sex together.

They didn’t feel the need to yet, everything that was leading up to it was fun and interesting. She’s enjoyed sneaking around with him to get each other off back and forth, like an adult game of tag.

She’d blow him in the car on the way back to his apartment after dinner, or he’d come and pick her up after a shift at the diner only for them to end up making out in by the back door, and his hand always ended up in her panties. It was an interesting month of getting to know each other, but she wanted more now.

Her dad is going out of town on a fishing trip with his buddies this weekend, she’s booked time off and Chip has no idea what is in store for him. She plans a dinner, she gets all dressed up for him, there are candles and music and it’s perfect.

He’s amazed by the whole thing and she can really tell he’s been mostly alone for his whole life, he looks at a simple home-cooked meal like it was a million dollars and he was beyond grateful for everything. He almost cries he’s so thankful for the time and effort she puts into taking care of him.

He goes to pick up the plates and bring them to the kitchen as soon as their meal is over, “ah, ah, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Cleaning up for you?” Chip answers with a nervous tone that she hasn’t heard before.

“Don’t you want dessert?”

“I can bring it out for you, stay there,” he offers and then frowns when she stands anyway.

“You’re looking at it,” she whispers as she enters his space.

She takes the dishes from his hands and places them on the counter before wrapping her arms around him, “my dad isn’t going to be home until Sunday night.”

“Oh,” he whispers back before his hands reach for her ass and he’s picking her up.

Her legs wrap around his waist and she grips his shoulders for dear life as he hurries them up the stairs and towards her bedroom.

He’s incredibly strong for such a skinny guy, although he was filling out the longer he knew her. He makes it up the stairs and through her door as she gets a head start at kissing his neck until he has her pressed against the door.

“What’s with you and doors?” She teases as he rests her back on her feet, she draws him in closer to her so their chests are pressed together and she can look up into those sweet honey brown eyes.

“I’m just impatient.”

“Too bad, baby,” she teases, “I’m making you take your time with me tonight.”

“Yes ma’am,” he responded with a smirk, “I’m here to please you,” he whispered as he leaned in more.

Attaching his lips to her neck he kissed towards her ear, “to thank you,” he took a fistful of her hair and moved it out of the way before kissing down towards her shoulder. “To show you how much I appreciate everything you do for me.”

She pushed him back enough to get Chip to stop kissing her neck, instead, pressing her lips against his. Kissing him deeply before running her tongue across Chip’s bottom lip as a request to make out with him.

Making out with Chip was something she did often, yet it felt like not enough every time. His plump lips and velvety soft tongue, soft touches and rough stubble rubbing against her chin and cheeks.

He smelled like oak after a storm, it was warm and electric and delicious. She dipped her face into the curve of Chip’s neck and took a whiff before attacking him with open-mouthed kisses.

He giggled, his hands her hips now, the pads of his fingers going up and his nails trailing back down over the fabric of her dress, the perfect motion to make the hair on her body stand up.

She reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it up, separating from his neck so she had room to pull it off of him before reconnected their mouths. Kissing him deeply then pushing him onto the bed, watching Chip get comfortable before she crawled on top.

They wasted no time getting back into the groove of things, tongues clashing and hips grinding, soft moans in each other's mouths, hands roaming everywhere. She reached between them to undo his belt and the button of his jeans so his dick wasn’t rubbing against the zipper. Making out like that was some of the most fun she ever had, she could do it for hours on end.

She pulled back, kneeling above Chip, she grabbed his open belt and pulled it through all the loops and chucked it towards the floor. She massaged her hand over the bulge in his pants as she got closer to his crotch, watching as Chip threw his head back to moan.

She fiddled with the waistband, wanting to pull them down, Chip lifted his ass up ever so slightly for her to do so, she pulled his pants and boxers all the way off and threw them to the floor as well. Spreading Chip’s legs and taking him in her hand, finally. She dipped down ever so slightly and licked the tip and he let out a beautiful cry as his hips bucked. She loved his noises, she loved seeing what new ones she could make and he was more than willing to show her.

Chip gasped and reached out to grip her hair, she took that as an invitation to suck his dick, she wrapped her mouth around the tip, slipping her way down as far as she could go before bobbing back up. It was slow and sensual, she made sure to cover all of him; jerking what didn’t fit in her mouth, dipping down even further to kiss his balls and suck one into her mouth.

The people she’s been with before had never been reactive, they either gave her praise or roughly directed her deeper and deeper till she choked. Chip was different though, making soft noises that sounded like ‘yes’ and ‘god’, his little gasps and stutters of breath were the cutest things. It just encouraged her to do it more.

She pulled off, looking up at Chip who was just staring at her softly. If she knew anything about giving a blowjob she knew what her face probably looked like.. eyes blown out in passion and lips swollen bright red. It was a sight he loved to see, his hand slipped down to cup her cheek and then down to his chin where he used his thumb to brush her bottom lip.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

She crawled back up and sat on his hips, taking the hem of her dress in her hands and pulling it over her head. She was wearing a nice matching underwear set for him, nothing too fancy because she knew it would just end up on the floor anyway.

She leaned back down, attaching their mouths once again, he wrapped his arms around her back and slowly rolled them over safely. Now on top of her, looking up into Chip’s eyes was a blessing. He blinked a few times, making sure it was real and he wasn’t dreaming that the most beautiful girl in the world was looking at him like that.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked gently with pleading eyes that let her know he was desperate to touch her however she pleased.

“Make me yours, Chip.”

“I think you always have been,” he replied.

His beautiful sweaty curls drooping over his eyes, she smiled as she brushed them back. Petting his face softly as she looked at him, he was so beautiful. The light was bouncing off the wall just enough to illuminate him.

“How do you want to do it?” She whispered.

“Let’s just go where the rhythm takes us,” Chip’s voice dropped low as he did, pressing their chests together, close enough to kiss as he rubbed their noses together softly.

She kissed him, wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling him in more. He squeezed his arms between her back and the mattress, wrapping himself around her. he decided to reach into her panties with his free hand.

He took a moment to admire her chest, she had caught him staring before. He constantly used them as a pillow, he wanted to touch them so badly, so she leaned forward and let him unhook her bra. Pulling it from her body and towards the floor.

She could sense his hesitation, taking both his hands off her sides and guiding them to her breasts. He whimpered as he felt them, she closed her eyes at the feeling. A small moan escaping her lips as he groped her. His big hands felt amazing, so strong and gentle, rough and yet soothing. Perfection against her skin.

She leaned back against the bed then, leaving him sitting up on her hips. Her boobs flattening out into a funny shape as she laid back, making her smirk in embarrassment. Only making Chip love them more, diving in and kissing the newly exposed skin.

He dragged his bottom lip over her skin between kisses. Leaving a trail of where he’s been already. She had a hand in his hair, holding it out of his face as she watched him.

Panting as she tried to grind up against him, the arousal in her core was overpowering. She needed to feel more, she wanted all of him. She was addicted to him already, hoping she’ll have forever with him.

She was too hot, feeling the sweat gather behind her knees as she tried to find more friction against him. She didn’t mind all the exploring he was doing, it was a wonderful appetizer, but she was nowhere close to being full.

He pulled back then to sit on his knees between her legs before Chip slowly slipped her underwear off. Raising her hips softly before resting her ass back in his lap and spreading her legs.

Fully on display for him, she played with her nipples slightly. Knowing how much he loved her boobs, watching her with a slack jaw as his hands ran up her legs.

He snapped back into the moment when she pushed her ass down against him, a whimper slipping past his lips as he placed his thumb on her clit, rubbing gentle circles into the bundle of nerves.

With his pointer finger, on the other hand, he traced around her entrance, not pushing in, just exploring the wetness as it dripped out. She tightened up on command, seeing his breath hitch as his finger almost slipped in.

“Please?” She begged, arching her back more so that he could finger her.

“Can we try something?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, resting on her forearms as she leaned forward.

“If I lay back would you, um,” he couldn’t say the words. They felt too filthy leaving his mouth, pointing at his face instead.

She sat up then, pushing him back against the pillows and settling herself over his chest and gripping the headboard for support, Chip wrapped his arms around her hips and guided her forward more.

Her legs were already trembling in anticipation as she hovered over his face, feeling his breath right on her core, Without warning, he sucked her clit into his mouth.

“Fuck,” she gasped as she smacked her forehead against the blocked window behind her bed, hoping to god no one could see through the blinds.

He pushed one finger in as his tongue played with her clit. She couldn’t help rocking her hips against his face, helping him get deeper inside of her. He curled his finger, lightly fucking her with it as he sucked, licked, kissed her pussy.

She was a mess, shaking over top of him as she tried to keep her orgasm in. Not wanting to cum yet, wanting to feel all of him inside of her before she did that. So he added a second finger, making her cry out in pleasure against the window without even trying.

Her orgasm ripped through her as she fucked his face, holding his hair with one hand as the other steadied her on the headboard. She couldn’t believe how intense it was, almost knocking the wind out of her as she road it out on his tongue.

He smiled against her, kissing her clit once more before pulling out and helping her back towards his lap. She wasted no time hovering over his cock as it strained on his stomach.

“Do you want to?” She asked, trying to control her breathing but still looking like a panting mess as she anticipated him.

“I’ll always want you,” he assures her with the sweetest smile.

She wraps her arms around him and rolls them over once more, he adjusts between her legs and drags himself along her overstimulated clit, she shudders at the feeling and then laughs at her own reaction.

“Ready?” He whispered.

She nodded, feeling Chip push in, she reached for his hands where they rested on her hips and interlocked their fingers. He bottomed out and dropped to hover over her, bringing their interlocked hands over her head.

She reached up to kiss him, Chip pushing into the kiss and making her settle into the pillow once again. It honestly felt like a movie scene, a first time between two star-crossed lovers. He pulled out ever so slightly before thrusting in again, she gasped against his mouth.

Chip trusted more while she pushed her hips into it as well, an offbeat rhythm developed in pure ecstasy. She let go of Chip’s hands to snake them around his waist, to run her fingers over the soft and slightly chilled skin of his back. Feeling the bump of his spine as Chip ducked into the crook of her neck, placing kisses along her collarbone.

Chip changed the position of his thrust as he wrapped his arms under her, arching her back ever so slightly to reach the bundle of nerves that left her a quivering mess. Y/N, in response to the added pleasure, ran her sharp nails down Chip’s back and he groaned at the feeling, “do that again.” he requested.

“Like that?” She asked, dragging his nails down him once more.

“Yeah,” Chip moaned, dark and deep.

The feeling of pure bliss overtook her body with each thrust, warm chills ran through him with each brush of his thumb on her clit. Every kiss to her neck and squeeze around her waist made her feel like she was on fire.

The hairs on her arms stood up, goosebumps formed along his forearms. Chip kissed from her neck to her nipple and took the hard nib into his mouth causing her to moan like she never had before.

“Chip,” she panted, pulling Chip’s face back up to his.

His eyes were absolutely blown out in pleasure, those golden wonders he used to stare into were now replaced solely by the pupils. She ran her thumb across Chip’s cheek before reaching to the nape of his neck to pull him into another kiss. Open mouths pressing together, hot air on each other's faces as they panted to the pleasure.

She was in heaven.

Her orgasm bubbled in her stomach, “are you close?” Chip whispered right beside her mouth, kissing her cheek lightly after.

She hummed, unable to speak with the mass amount of pleasure coursing through her body. Chip fucked into her a bit harder, a tiny bit faster, hitting her g-spot dead on each time to the point the nerves in her thighs were quaking uncontrollably.

She was so close, Chip used 3 fingers to quickly rub over her clit before she threw her head back with a shout. Cumming with her eyes pressed shut, pleasure coursed through her body stronger than she’s ever felt it before.

Nothing had ever made her cum that hard, ripping through her like her soul was leaving her body. She dug her nails deep into Chip’s skin holding him close to his body while he kept thrusting.

A high-pitched gasp left his lips, close to her ear as his hips sputtered into her’s one last time.

She still hadn’t opened her eyes, her breath rigid, she felt winded. Chip had stilled as he came inside of her and then collapsed into her, deadweight laying on her.

Chip mustered enough energy to prop himself upon his arm and look at her. Using his free hand he ran his thumb against her bottom lip once more to get her to open her eyes.

“Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi,” she replied with a smile.

“You okay?” he asked.

She nodded, smile growing, “that was amazing.”

“Better than you hoped?”

“I’ve thought of doing this for the last month, I knew it would be amazing but I never imagined it would be that good.” she complimented Chip, “I think I died when I came, no joke.”

He laughed, dropping himself back into the crook of her neck. He kissed her more, up to her ear and across her jaw to her lips. Soft small kissed followed by a long-drawn-out one. Chip pulled their lips apart with a smack.

“Let me clean us up,” he said.

At that moment she realized Chip was still in her, soft and all. He pulled out slowly it was always such a weird feeling to be empty again. He sat up and made his way off the bed, he went to her bathroom.

Coming back still naked, his dick bobbing between his legs, she loved the view. He had a thing of baby wipes with him, knowing exactly where she kept everything in her bathroom by now.

“I can do it,” she suggested, reaching for them.

Chip pulled them back away from her, “I want to.” he said softly.

Running the cold wipe over her soft skin, Chip looked mesmerized. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

“Thank you,” she replied with a shy smile, “can you come back up here now?”

He tossed the wipes onto her night table and cuddled right back into her naked body, she held onto him tightly so he wouldn’t escape. She knew he wouldn’t, but she loved him so much she never wanted to let go.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered into her neck. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same yet.”

“Are you kidding?” She laughed, pulling back so she could see his face as he looked up at her. “I think I’ve been in love with you since you walked in and said I was beautiful.”

He reaches for her cheeks and pulls her in for another kiss, “I’m going to love you forever.”

The words used to scare her, but now she looks at him and thinks they might be right for them.

“Forever it is, then.”

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[imagining-in-the-margins]

Saltwater (Chip Taylor Fic)

Summary: You take a liking to the community landscaper and decide its high time to act out the pool boy fantasy you’ve always dreamed of with Chip Taylor. A/N: I just love my sweet soft boy. I hope everyone enjoys it even though he’s not Spencer. Couple: Chip Taylor/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Fingering, Oral (female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, loss of virginity Word Count: 10.5k

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The Summer was in full swing. The sun beat down on the freakishly green, perfectly manicured lawns of my parents’ wealthy subdivision. It’d been years since I lived here in any permanent kind of way, but lately my visits had been more frequent and for longer periods of time. I told my parents it was because I missed them, and for some reason they believed that excuse, even though half the time I came when they weren’t even around.

Don’t get me wrong — I did miss a lot about living under the auspices of their money and power. But at the same time, I wanted to start my own life; a life that wasn’t so superficial, so fake, so… boring.

They’d call it teenage rebellion despite my being well into my mid-twenties. They’d call it brainwashing from the liberal higher education system, and I’d ignore the fact that the theory made no sense.

It didn’t matter why I sought after things that were clearly no good for me, because I wanted it. I wanted the simplicity and unbridled joy of freedom and fun. I didn’t want manners and the modern arranged marriage. I wanted a man who didn’t know (or care, for that matter) which side of the plate forks should go on.

A man who did things for no discernible reason. One who did things because he wanted to and because they wouldn’t hurt anyone. I wanted a friend and a partner in life, not in business.

Someone sort of like Chip Taylor.

I didn’t know how he hadn’t heard me approach him while he dragged the pool skimmer over the water’s edge, but I was glad he hadn’t. It granted me a few extra moments of watching him in those rare times he thought no one was watching.

He was a pretty paranoid person, and I understood why. He didn’t exactly fit in, so if anything were to go wrong, he’d be an easy one to put the blame on. Then again, the ladies on the block were fairly fond of him; I’m pretty sure they’d let him get away with murder.

There was just this way about him. The way he looked at you. It was like he saw something in people that we couldn’t see ourselves. I would trust his instincts about a person more than my own. In a way, I almost treated him like a bloodhound for the morally destitute.

We were friends… I think. He’d been working for the subdivision for at least three years doing landscape and other odd jobs. Whether by chance or design, he always saved my parent’s house for last in his daily routine. I liked to believe it was the latter. Because whenever I was here, which was much less often lately, the two of us would spend some time talking.

His stories were always strange. They were purposefully vague or only partially disclosed. I never pushed him for more; I figured he just wanted to remain mysterious. But even if he wasn’t, I don’t think I’d like him any less. Because just as he could look at people and see everything evil in them, I saw something remarkably good in Chip.

There was a warmth about him. An obvious admiration in his eyes. I hated to sound cocky, but I'd never felt more beautiful than when he looked at me. Maybe I was just selfish in wanting to be around him, but I couldn’t help myself. It wasn’t until he had tossed the skimmer back into the shed and got down on his knees to clean the filter that I emerged from under the shade of the porch.

“Hey Chip!” I happily chirped before tossing my bags onto the pool chair closest to me.

His entire body jumped at the sound, and once he looked up, the words caught in his throat. It took a second for his eyes to find their way to mine, stuck slowly taking in the image of me stripping my cover-up to reveal my bathing suit underneath.

When I did finally lock gazes with those honey amber eyes, I had to laugh. He was still on his knees, holding onto the top of the filter and staring blankly at me.

“Hey,” he finally responded, nearly dropping the ceramic in his hands. Suddenly, his eyes were averted from me entirely. He stared down at things stuck in the filter, surely finding the same unfortunate critters.

“How’s it going?”

“Good.” That time, he was much faster. Lifting a dead carcass of a poor amphibian who’d bitten off more than he could chew, Chip shrugged before tossing it into the grassy area behind us. “You know… Frogs.”

I walked over to stand beside him, bending over so that our faces were as close to aligned as possible. Really, it just lined up my chest with his eyes. He did not miss the opportunity, although he tried to look away.

“Did you get them all out?”

“Yeah I think so…” he mumbled, scratching the back of his head with the hand further from me.

But as I started to slip off my shoes, Chip looked up at me with a confused expression before glancing back at the filter that was clearly within my sight.

“Wait, what are you doi��“

I didn’t hear the end of the question. The splash of the water took over my senses and drowned out all other noise as I plunged into the cold, salty waters. When I resurfaced, I came up slowly, peeking over the water with a dastardly grin.

“Shit!” he yelled, wiping the excess water droplets off his arms as she stepped away from the water. “I wasn’t expecting a splash that big. You're so tiny!”

“I’m an expert at cannonballs.”

“Apparently.”

I felt a little guilty, because on looking up, I could see he was clearly annoyed with me. His pants, which were already form fitting, clung to his legs. Unlike him, my ogling was much less apparent to him. My eyes trailed up to his waist, where he was readjusting the belt that held up the now much heavier pants.

“Do you want to have a contest?” I asked, trying to reignite any playful sense he might have.

It didn’t work.

“I’m not getting in the pool,” he responded almost immediately, wringing out his shirt and revealing his stomach to me in the process.

I hid under the water again for a second, blowing a few bubbles before I came up with something to break the tension.

“I think you are. Unless you’re chicken.”

Chip’s face twisted into something between a scowl and a pout.

“I’m not chicken, I just don’t want to get wet,” he explained, which seemed incredibly stupid considering he was currently trying to dry off his already very wet clothes.

Ducking under the water again for a brief second, I resurfaced in front of him, spitting a mouthful of saltwater up at him.

“What the fuck?!” he squeaked, almost falling over when he jumped back away from me.

It was probably rude of me to laugh as hard as I did at his tantrum. He just looked absolutely adorable.

“Come on, Chip! You’re already wet!” I astutely pointed out, waving my arm in his direction. “Live a little!”

“I’ve lived way more than a little. I’m good, thanks.”

The way he said it sounded so sad, hidden beneath several layers of incredulity. It had been the last emotion I’d wanted to draw out of him. But still, there was something about the way he tried not to smile when he saw me slowly making my way over to the edge of the pool in front of him.

“Fine. Can you at least help me out of the pool?”

At first, he almost bent over to take my hand, but then he stopped himself. He looked over at the ladder on the other side of the pool, then back at me with a suspicious glare.

“No way. Use the ladder,” he ordered before taking a step back until he was out of my reach.

I didn’t give him enough credit; he wasn’t stupid. He saw my plan clear as day. The thing is, he was also a complete sweetheart, and it never took much to convince him. If I had even a little more sinister intent, I might feel bad for exploiting his weaknesses like I was planning to.

“I don’t want to swim all the way over there,” I mumbled, crossing my arms on the warm concrete at his feet. Mustering up all the innocence I could, I stared up at him with big puppy dog eyes and a pout reminiscent of the most pathetic thing you could imagine, I whispered, “Please?”

Chip seemed mesmerized for a total of maybe ten seconds – a dramatic improvement to the usual thirty – but he eventually snapped out of it, sighing as he bent over with his hand out to me.

“Fine.”

I was genuinely surprised when he almost succeeded in pulling me from the pool with his hand. I actually had to struggle to fight his grip enough that I wouldn’t hurt us both in what would come next.

“Wow, you’re strong.”

He seemed a little offended at my surprise, but he didn’t push it. Instead he just wrote it off with a simple, quiet admission.

“Like I said… you’re tiny.”

Ignoring the blatant attempt at a compliment, I grabbed his arm with my other hand.

“I’m strong too, though,” I said with a wicked smirk, watching the realization and regret dawn on him all at once before I pressed my feet against the wall of the pool and pulled us both backwards.

“What the fu—!”

Once again, his curse was only half heard, because soon enough we were both caught in the swirl of bubbles and splashes. I couldn’t even wait until I surfaced to laugh, my hand still firmly holding onto his arm as we both returned to the surface.

“Shit! It’s freezing!” he shouted, shaking his hair out much like a dog before wiping the water from his eyes.

When he finally opened them, all he saw was me, absolutely lost in laughter that made tears form in my eyes.

“Very funny,” he grumbled, stalling in his place for another minute before he started to slowly move away from me. Even that action seemed so uncoordinated and silly, it only made me laugh harder as I followed after him.

“Do you even know how to swim? I probably should’ve asked.”

“Yes, I can fucking swim,” his voice was breaking when he talked, a childish anger in his pursed lips and furrowed brow.

“You can doggy paddle, anyway.”

“Whatever.”

His words were getting quieter and more upset, which was still the opposite of my intention. Honestly, it wasn’t the first time he’d ended up in the pool with me, so I was a little surprised to see him so forlorn. It made me think that there was something else on his mind, but I was scared to try to bring out that information. Like I'd said before, he wasn’t the biggest fan of sharing his undoubtedly tragic backstory. There had been a few times when he seemed so lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t even respond to his own name.

“Come on! Don’t be mad. It was funny,” I whined, my own guilt coming through clear in my words. I chewed on my lip when he turned to me, happy to have returned to a depth he could stand. “You made a bigger splash, you know.”

And Chip smiled. It was a subtle thing, the smallest curve of his lips and a small burst of air through his nose. He was doing that thing again; he was seeing something that I didn’t even know I was showing him.

Whatever it was, he liked it, and that was enough for me.

Relying on the inertia from my previous motions, my body flowed directly into Chip. My arms snaked around his shoulders and my legs moved with a similar swiftness, locking around his waist before he could even think to stop them. But judging from the way he immediately brought his hands to my lower back, I don’t think he would have, anyway.

“What are you doing?” he cautiously asked before moving his face further away from mine when I readjusted to look at him.

“You said you were cold,” I explained innocently.

I ran my hands down his arms with a blatant fondness. The short sleeve V-neck shirt already left little to the imagination while drenched, but actually touching the bare skin of his forearms was igniting something in me that I didn’t even know existed. His muscles twitched under my touch, and they tensed when he held me steady. I tried not to think about the fact that our crotches were closer together than they’d ever been before, and the fact that Chip seemed perfectly comfortable with that.

“I can feel your goosebumps,” I heard the words before I realized I’d said them. I was just grateful they weren’t more embarrassing, considering my current thoughts were much less innocent.

Well, as raunchy as my thoughts could even get with no experience.

Chip didn’t know it about me, but I was the mythical college aged virgin. And judging by the looks of him and his general prowess at charming women, Chip was not. Which was why it would have been downright humiliating for him to realize just how much something so stupid turned me on.

I’d had opportunities to sleep with men, but it just never felt right. All the guys I'd dated while living at the house had to be approved by my parents, which meant they were all the same kind of cookie cutter dude. They were so… rude, and selfish, and… not like Chip.

Chip certainly didn’t live up their expectations. Although, I was pretty sure my mom would’ve taken him as a plaything if she could. She wasn’t the only woman on the block to whisper about a potential love affair with the equivalent of our pool boy.

But my parents weren’t there; no one was. It was just me and Chip, tangled together in the middle of a pool, soaked to the bone and staring at each other with an understanding that neither of us knew what to do next.  

He was staring at me so intently, but his eyes softened when he tucked his lips together and clenched his jaw. There was tension and struggle all over his face.

“What?” I whispered, awkwardly trying to find a place for my hands. Eventually, I settled on the back of his neck, where I swore that I felt him shudder.

“Girls like you are dangerous,” he said. His voice was quiet and crackling, and our faces drifted together until our noses were just an inch apart.

“Girls like me?”

“Yeah. Pretty girls.”

The thought made my heart stop before returning to its breakneck pace. I was honestly starting to get worried he’d be able to feel it through my chest, which was now pressed firmly against his.

“You make us guys do stupid shit,” he continued. There was a story behind his words that I’d heard before. Never the whole thing; never even enough to understand why it hurt him so badly. But the past didn’t matter nearly as much to me in that moment than the present. It didn’t matter to me like the future.

“What kind of stupid shit are you trying to get into, Chip?” I said with a nervous chuckle.

“None of it,” he laughed back, his eyes falling to my lips very briefly before returning to my eyes.

It’s hard to describe the way it feels when Chip Taylor looks at you, but the closest word I could think of was loved.

“You haven’t kicked me off of you yet.”

“Yeah, guess not,” he replied, which was the first time I noticed how close we were. Our breath intermingled in the space, and I wondered what it would feel like if I closed the gap. His lips looked so impossibly soft, I wondered if I would even feel them when they touched.

“How stupid would it be if I kissed you?” I said through heavy breath with my hands tangling in his hair at the base of his neck.

“Pretty stupid for you… I think.” His answer was so honest, so heartbreakingly genuine that it only made me want to do it more. And he must have seen that among the other countless things he saw in my eyes, because he continued just as sincere, “You could do it anyway, though.”

So, I did.

Sure enough, when our lips touched it was so terribly tender, so faint that it was hard to believe it was happening. But slowly, cautiously, the force behind it grew. His hands on my lower back started to roam, his fingers dragging over my skin with a desire that took away what little breath I had. And when I gasped into his mouth, he only kissed me harder. It was impossible not to notice how different in skill and confidence the two of us were, because he kissed me like he’d done it a million times before. It almost felt that way, too.

It felt like the warmth of the sun that had since hidden behind the clouds. It felt like the rain that started to drizzle over the water around us, all-consuming and enveloping me in an embrace that no part of me could escape.

His tongue against mine brought a shock to me akin to the lightning that preceded the thunder, which I almost mistook for my heart. And as I pulled away, his sadness that it had ended was palpable. His lips followed mine, trying to stay connected to me for just a millisecond longer.

But I backed up, terrified that if I didn’t, I would never be able to breathe again. That usual playful glint in his eyes had transformed to a profound longing, his hands holding me so tightly I could feel his arms tense at the effort exerted.

“You’re all wet now,” I joked, noticing that he didn’t even flinch at the raindrops dripping down his face.

“I bet you are, too.”

It took me a second, but the innuendo was not completely lost on me. Immediately, I felt my face start to burn with the familiar flush that accompanied such openly promiscuous conversations.

“Chip!” I shrieked, lightly hitting him on the shoulder as I broke away from his body. It was around that time that I also realized exactly what I had been resting against. He watched me as my eyes were stuck on the bulge still visible through the water, despite the surface being disturbed by the rain.

“Come on, let’s get out of here before we get struck by lightning,” I quickly slurred, scrambling away from him and toward the exit. My frantic appearance didn’t seem to bother him, and he followed so closely behind me that it was almost like I’d never let go of him at all.

That time I had the common sense to use the ladder. I was still too scared to turn back to look at him when I offered him a reprieve from his soaking wet clothes.

“I have some clothes you can borrow.”

“No thanks I’d rather just… stay in these.”

That made me turn around, an utterly perplexed expression on my face when I saw the man who looked even more puppy-like now that he was drenched.

“What are you talking about? You’re soaking wet.”

“I don’t want to wear girl clothes. For… personal reasons.”

I really, really didn’t want to laugh at him anymore. He sounded downright mortified by the prospect of wearing my clothes, but I had no idea where he got that idea.

“… Good to know, Chip. But I meant my old ex boyfriend’s clothes,” I clarified before grabbing both of our bags off the chairs.

“Oh. Oh! Okay,” he excitedly responded, suddenly remembering that he needed to move to actually get out of the rain.

“Come on!” I laughed, booking it under the porch and into the equally freezing air conditioning of my parent’s basement. The water trailed after us, the only evidence of what happened moments before.

Chip seemed hesitant to walk further into the house at first, stopping at the tile at the entrance until I grabbed his wrist and practically dragged him through the house. If I were any less innocent, I might have realized that the action was a bit misleading.

See, I had led him directly into the closest bedroom – the guest bedroom. Once again, he resisted being led past the threshold, almost like he was asking me for permission each step of the way despite the fact I was the one leading the way.

“Here. You can shower in the guest room,” I said, releasing him and rustling through the closet to grab a towel from the top shelf. “You should wash out all the saltwat—”

When I turned around, my throat closed around the words. I nearly choked on my own spit, because in front of me was a completely naked Chip, who didn’t seem at all bothered by the fact that he was completely naked.

“Chip!” I screamed, struggling to cover my own wandering eyes with my arm while also turning back around.

“What?” he responded, completely oblivious to my very obvious mortification.

Once my heart had settled back into a steady, albeit quick, rhythm, I clutched my chest to hopefully cause my lungs to work again in the same way.

“U-um, nothing! Sorry! I just didn’t know you were… naked.”

I heard the towel snap open, followed by the rustling of the fabric.

“Sorry. I’m not anymore.”

He sounded genuinely apologetic, and I tried not to look so traumatized. Because honestly, it wasn’t that the view was unwelcome, or even entirely unexpected. Some deeper part of me was aware of the messages I was sending him.

Hell, even my conscious mind knew. It was just the deeper part of me that wanted to pursue that train of thought. But I was too nervous, too scared of messing it up.

“Okay,” I muttered breathlessly, hesitantly turning back around to see the towel wrapped around his hips.

My eyes were immediately drawn to it before they trailed up his chest to his face. What I found was very much the same; a distant stare full of longing and anxiety. It was like he hadn’t even registered that I was checking him out, too caught up in our proximity and lack of socially acceptable clothing.

I had to pass by him to leave, so I swallowed those thoughts back, keeping what I thought was a normal amount of distance between us. Those treacle eyes followed me the whole way, stuck to me like sticky substances they always reminded me of.

“Don’t disappear on me before I get out, alright?” I requested, covering the bare skin of my chest that suddenly felt too exposed. But Chip wasn’t looking there. No, he was looking somewhere far more intrusive; he was looking into my eyes.

“I won’t.”

I believed him, but it didn’t do much to calm my frantic heart. If anything, it made it worse. I foolishly thought that putting distance between us might help, but as soon as the water hit me, I was reminded of his lips on mine. Bringing my fingers to them, I almost had to pinch myself to believe that it had happened at all.

But it had. Chip was currently in my house, alone, with me. On top of that, he was also in the shower, hopefully thinking about the same things as me. Then again, what was I thinking about? What did I want to do when I got out of the shower?

I hadn’t thought that far, but the answer still seemed so obvious. I wanted him.

Having made up my mind, I took to touching up however I could. I needed everything to be perfect, so I took my time. I’m not entirely sure how long I was in the shower, but it was probably longer than Chip would deem necessary. Especially during a storm. He was definitely long finished by the time I was, unless he had taken up some other activities in the shower.

The thought made the heat return to my face, my gut twisting while I shut off the water. I closed my eyes, taking a moment to feel the thousands of tiny droplets caressing my skin, wishing that it was his hands instead.

“Hey, (y/n)?”

I jumped at the sound, suddenly incredibly embarrassed at the fact I was fantasizing about the man on the other side of a couple sets of doors. I scrambled out of the shower, barely drying myself off and doing something with my hair so I would look at least a little put together for the time being.

Tying the bathrobe around my waist, I shouted as calmly as I could, “Come in!”

When Chip entered, he stopped almost immediately upon seeing me. I was leaned against the bathroom counter, my shaky hands holding me up. My voice trembled much the same when I spoke again.

“Hey, how was your shower?”

It was enough to bring him back to the present reality, his eyes snapping up from my legs to my face.

“Good. Yours?”

With that little bit of awkwardness that I always expected of him, he took a few steps closer, still maintaining his distance.

“Great. My skin is always so much softer after the saltwater.”

Almost by instinct, my hand slipped under my robe, rubbing the bare skin of my thigh. I didn’t even realize just how suggestive it was until I saw the way his tongue swept hungrily over his lips.

“I-I’m glad the clothes fit!” I squeaked, doing a very poor job at damage control. “I never realized how similar in size you two are.”

I saw the way it dawned on him when he looked down, seeing the clothes of another man. He didn’t say anything, but he felt so far away. I took a few steps forward to the bathroom door, hoping that he’d mirror the actions. As much as I wanted him closer, it felt weird to be the one to do it.

“Don’t worry; that’s also where the similarities end,” I muttered with a nervous laugh, messing with my hair and making the poorest attempt at eye contact with him. Just as I’d hoped, he moved closer. Each movement was overwhelming, it almost felt like my heart was trying to match the impossibly slow rhythm.

When he finally got to my side, he brought his hand up to my face, brushing his knuckles over the heated skin of my cheek.

“I’m not worried,” he said, his eyes narrowing just enough for me to see that he was lying.

“Hey… I’m sorry for dragging you in the pool.”

I knew it was counterproductive, but I still took his hand in mine, removing it from its undeniably intimate position.

“I put your clothes in the wash to get the salt out.”

“It’s alright,” he answered.

I sighed, having already expected that he would do this. Anytime he was uncomfortable, you could see it so clearly in his face. But he’d still act like it was fine. Sure, there were times when I saw him stand up for himself, but never with me. It was like he saw me as some little kid that would throw a tantrum if he yelled at me.

“No, I clearly upset you. I shouldn’t have pulled you like that.”

I didn’t want him to see me like that. I wanted him to know what he meant to me; the enormous respect and admiration I felt for him. It was rare to find someone like him. He was so… genuine. Even though it was obvious he’d been through some shit, he’d come out on the other side as fundamentally the same good-hearted person. At least, that’s what it looked like to me.

“I just wanted to have some fun with you,” I mumbled through a pout, not having time to worry about the fact I got way too emotional while I said it.

“Did you?”

The question hurt, my chest growing tight while I breathlessly laughed, “It’s not fun if you’re not having fun.”

I wondered who'd taught him his happiness wasn’t important.

“Why not?”

“What do you mean why not?” I laughed unabashedly, unable to hold it back any longer. My hands clapped over his cheeks, and he winced just a little at the contact, a small smile curving across his cheeks. I sighed at the response, my thumbs brushing over his stubbly cheeks.

“Chip Taylor, you are so strange in the best way.”

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice crackling like the lightning that occasionally lit the room. His smile was so precariously formed, it threatened to fall away with one wrong move.

“Don’t apologize for that!” I chastised, squeezing his cheeks and hoping that it was enough to keep his smile. “I like you the way you are. I just want to make you happy.”

The words were supposed to help, but they seemed to have the opposite effect. He almost looked like he was going to cry.

When his hand touched my arm, I shuddered. It continued to drift up until he wrapped it around my wrist. He didn’t try to remove my hand, more so pressing it against his face.

“You deserve that, Chip.”

With a sharp inhale, the pressure on my wrist increased exponentially, and Chip pulled me forward with an insistence I’d never felt from him before. Our lips crashed together, the only sounds in the room that of the storm still rioting on the other side of the window.

But he didn’t care, or even seem to notice, as he forced me backwards with his whole body pressed against mine. Once my hips hit the counter, he hoisted me up onto it without ever breaking away from the kiss. I wasn’t ever too far away, with his hands holding me steady at the edge and his crotch pressing against my inner thigh.

Our lips stayed connected like glue, but his hands were wild. They started so innocently, sliding up my waist and back over the robe. But not long after they dipped just under the top of the terrycloth, dragging calloused fingers over my back before one climbed to my neck. His grip there was delicate yet firm, guiding me to lean my head back to look him in the eyes.

“Do you want to move to the bed?”

The question caused all my thoughts to come to a screeching halt. Suddenly, the only thing I could focus on was his hand that had dropped to my thigh, pushing up underneath the only thing separating my naked body from him.

“The bed?” My voice was way too high, and although I tried to form an answer, his steadily climbing hand took all my words away. “Uh…”

And just like that, it stopped. He didn’t remove his hand yet, resting it just inches away from where I’d only dreamed of him touching me.

“Is something wrong?”

“N-No. Nothing is wrong?”

The fact my words were more a question than an answer must have given me away, and Chip finally pulled away. Still, he pulled me off the counter, holding me tightly to his chest.

“Something feels wrong,” he pouted, clearly knowing not to trust my words but also not really knowing what to do about it.

“I’m sorry,” I returned, avoiding his eyes and clutching his arms like my life depended on it.

Readjusting our position, he spun around to take me out of the bathroom as he asked, “Why are you sorry?”

The softness in his voice broke my heart, guilt and shame brewing deep in my chest. I didn’t want him to feel like he had done something wrong, because he hadn’t. He hadn’t done anything to make me doubt him. I trusted him so much more than he realized, but I had no idea how to explain that to him without admitting the truth.

Would he judge me? I couldn’t be sure. It was possible he already knew, but how likely was that, really? I knew everyone said that virgins in their mid-twenties were totally normal, but it didn’t make me feel any less awkward. Especially because, as I'd mentioned earlier, Chip was obviously and decidedly not a virgin.

“Please tell me what’s wrong,” he begged.

He literally begged.  

Unable to contain the thought racing through my mind, I held even tighter to him somehow as the words burst from my mouth, “I’m a virgin!”

Thankfully, we were already basically at the bed when the words hit him, because he immediately dropped me. Both of us tumbled onto the bed, his eyes wide and breath frantic with disbelief.

“I’m so sorry! I’m sorry,” he breathlessly replied, his hands leaving me so quickly it hurt. “What did you just say?”

“Nothing,” I quickly corrected, shimmying back further onto the bed, but not far enough away that I wasn’t still under him. He was propped up by his hands, his body leaning over mine close enough that I still felt his breath on my skin.

“Okay, I know I’m not the smartest guy in the world, but that definitely wasn’t nothing,” he panted, “It was like, a pretty huge not nothing.”  

I let out a long whine, bringing my arm up to cover my face from him.

“Can we not talk about it?”

“I kind of think that’s… important to talk about?”

I knew he was right. It wasn’t even a deep-down-somewhere I knew he was right; it was very obvious how correct he was. If we were going to have sex, assuming he even still wanted to with this information, we had to be honest with each other. But believing that didn’t make it any less humiliating, and my first reaction was to be as defensive as humanly possible – especially when he started making moves to lift off of me.

“Really? Is it really important, Chip?” I snapped, grabbing his shirt to prevent him from going too far. “Did you talk about it before your first time?”

He sighed, resigned to his current position.

“Well, no, but that’s different. With girls it’s supposed to be… special and shit.”

Our eyes met again, and my heart that just felt so angry and scared was melting back to putty in his hands. Because it was obvious that this deep-seated insecurity didn’t only exist in me.

“I don’t know if you could tell, princess, but I’m not special.”

I thought about arguing with him but realized it would be pointless. I don’t think there was anything that could have been said to make him change his mind. That kind of suffering wasn’t alleviated with a few words; I knew that firsthand. So, I didn’t drag that point out, knowing that I could try to show him how wrong he was another way. Instead, I turned the attention back to him.

“… Was your first time special?”

The question caught him off guard, and he looked at me like I was an idiot for asking.

“No, not really,” he muttered back, his eyes flickering away for just a second as he recalled sharing that moment with someone else.

I tried to quell the jealousy that raged inside me, replacing it with anger that the person who got to take that from him did such a poor job.

“Well, that’s not very fair.”

“I’m not…” He saw that he was losing the argument, but he still stubbornly clung to the idea he didn’t deserve to have any intimate part of me. “I’ve seen your ex boyfriends, (y/n). They… buy you flowers that cost half my rent. They can take you nice places and get along with your family.”

When I tried to pull him down to me, he tugged harder against my hands. I bit on my tongue to prevent any tears from forming, not wanting him to see just how much the action hurt me.

“That’s not the kind of guy I am, okay?” he nearly yelled, tearing himself away from me and taking two steps back, waving his hands in the suddenly large space between us. “We come from two… two completely different universes!”

“But I don’t want those guys, Chip!” I shouted back, sitting up and holding my robe to cover my chest. I didn’t make a move to stand or get closer to him yet, still hoping that he would come back to me of his own accord. “I don’t care about money, o-or making my parents happy by marrying some asshole so he can have my dowry!”

“Okay, see, this is what I’m talking about,” Chip said, his head lolling to the side as he threw his hand in the air. “I don’t know what the fuck a dowry is. I don’t know what that means.”

Skipping over explaining the history of property transfer and marriage, I went straight for the most important point.

“It means I want you, Chip.”

He ran his fingers through his hair, resting them on the back of his neck and taking a deep breath before he shouted, “Why?!”

“Why not?!” I matched his volume, jumping up from my position on the bed and dropping my hands, letting the robe fall open to reveal more of my skin. His eyes hungrily took the sight in, his chest heaving from the effort it took to breathe with any meaningful regularity.

Chip lunged forward so quickly that I'd almost missed it, his hands possessively grabbing hold of my waist and forcefully removing any space between us. His tongue behaved much the same, his mouth prying mine open so he could lay claim to every inch of it.

I clumsily backed up, trying to pull him with me onto the bed. Thankfully, he didn’t fight this time, resuming his position on top of me once my head was settled against the pillows that probably cost more than he had in his checking account. That old teenage rebellion raged inside me, magnifying the goosebumps and shudders that wrecked my body. He bit down on my bottom lip when he pulled away, his pupils blown wide.

“Touch me,” I swallowed thickly, arching my back to press my chest against him.

His hand hovered over my waist, resting on the poorly tied knot that barely kept my robe shut. Looking back up at me with those puppy dog eyes, his voice broke again.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or sigh, so what I did was something between the two.

“I’m a virgin, Chip, not a porcelain vase.”

With narrowed eyes, he took a half breath before he clarified, “Those are easy to break, right? I’ve never actually picked one up.”

“Oh my god, please kiss me,” I excitedly rasped, lacing my hands through his hair and forcing his lips back to mine. Our bodies moved against each other with a renewed vigor, and after a brief, but heated kiss, Chip finally tore apart the knot, knocking the robe open.

I was grateful he didn’t make a point of staring, although I did see him glance down a number of times. I responded by helping him remove his shirt, my hands running over the ridiculously sculpted muscles of his chest. There was just something about the fact that he made his living like this, using his strength rather than exploitation, that got to me.

As exciting as the thought was, it was wiped from my mind almost immediately when Chip’s hand finally made its way between my legs. I gasped at the contact, which caused him to pull away. But my hands shot down, guiding him back to the same spot.

There weren’t any words shared, but he could sense the desperation in my eyes. Slowly, he used one finger to separate my folds, a low groan leaving him when he felt the wetness that had already gathered there. He rested his forehead against mine, closing his eyes and biting his lip when he finally slipped a cautious finger into me.

“Relax, princess,” he whispered, slowly moving inside me when he opened his eyes again, watching my reactions to the smallest movement. “If you don’t, you’ll never be able to take my cock.”

That certainly didn’t help, because my legs immediately seized up, tightening around his hand while my hips helplessly rutted against it. Since I couldn’t form words, I just whimpered the most pathetic sounds.

It didn’t dissuade him, his finger eventually stretching out my entrance enough that he could begin a gentle rhythm, his whole body rocking with the motions. I could tell from the movement that he was picturing another act; he was imagining what it would be like to replace his finger with exactly the body part he’d just referred to.

While I was busy worrying about that, he sneakily added a second finger, his fingers now working together to prepare me for something I’m imagining was much bigger. Which, considering how big his hands were, that was pretty intimidating.

Intimidating… but thrilling.

“Chip, please,” I pleaded as I wrapped my arms around him and moved my body with his.

“What do you want, princess?”

There it was again, the pet name I’d only heard a few times before this encounter. I knew it was a jab at my spoiled nature, which only made it sound even more illicit. Unfortunately, him using it again now just made any logical sense leave me, and so I didn’t have a good answer to his question.

“More,” is what I said.

“More what?” he immediately responded, a sly grin forming on his face to try to hide his adoration. But I saw it. I saw it so clearly that I didn’t even bother trying to hide mine.

“You. Please, I need more.”

Chip didn’t answer my demand. He just increased the pace of the two fingers that made me beg for more.

“How does it feel?” he asked, noticing the way my legs began to shake.

“So good. So, so…” I trailed off, losing the words to a high pitched whine. Once I regained the ability to talk, I begged him, “Please, take off your pants.”

“Not yet.”

The answer was vague and entirely unhelpful. I almost complained but couldn’t form the words in time. Seconds later, it became obvious what he was waiting for. Using the heel of his palm, he began to grind against my clit with a crushing force.

I sobbed at the sensation, clenching my eyes shut and folding in on myself. Chip’s free hand stroked the top of my head, soothing the growing tension before he started to pull gently on the hair, tilting my head so my reactions were on display for him.

“Go ahead.”

There was no need for explanation or repetition, because my body responded to his command with no hesitation. It certainly wasn’t my first orgasm, but it was definitely the first time a man had ever cared enough to give me one. And judging by the desire that flared in those suddenly dark eyes, he wasn’t planning on it being the last.

He didn’t draw it out any further, waiting until my body went limp before he removed his fingers. I tried to suppress the soft twitches of the aftershock, although on second glance there was no point. Chip was too caught up in the way his fingers glistened under the dim light of my room, inspecting the fruits of his labor.

My shyness returned, suddenly extremely nervous about the scrutiny of his gaze. But just before I could apologize, or say anything at all, he dragged his tongue across his fingers. It wasn’t the action that took my breath away, it was his reaction. Like the first taste wasn’t enough, he quickly sunk the fingers into his mouth, lavishing the digits to clean them of any trace of me.

And he moaned.  

“God, you taste so fucking good.”

“Fuck,” was my completely ineloquent response, my heart beating so fast I was convinced it might stop altogether. Realizing my mistake, I bit down on my lip and rubbed my legs together to ease the tension that was forming again.

“Thought you weren’t supposed to talk like that, princess. Very unladylike,” he taunted, no doubt referencing the endless list of manner my parents always made a point of reprimanding me over.

“I’m still a lady,” I said through broken breath.

“Fuck yeah you are,” he growled.

He leaned down to give me a tender kiss that didn’t last nearly long enough. Once he pulled away, he was halfway down my stomach before I looked down.

“W-What are you doing?”

The playful glint I was used to returned, his dimples appearing as he smiled, his nails dragging light marks across my hips.

“More,” he responded just before dipping his head down between my legs.

“Chip!” I yelped, biting back a heavy moan when he wasted no time in burying his mouth against my heat. “F-Fuck!”

He couldn’t answer anymore, but he didn’t seem to mind, preferring his current position. His nails dug into my hips, his tongue lapping up my previous release with quick, short motions. Unknowingly, my legs locked around his head, pulling him further into me. I still had no idea how he managed to breathe when he was so close, but he didn’t even try to move. If anything, he seemed more insistent, his tongue thrusting into me before returning to its previous strokes. Looking down at him, my hands couldn’t resist the urge to tangle in the curly brown locks. Once I had a grip on it, I led him back to the small bundle of nerves, unable to take any more teasing.

That low, rolling moan returned, this time spreading through me like he’d poured gasoline on an open flame. I felt like a woman possessed, my entire body jerking around him and trying to chase that final stimulation I needed to break apart in his hands.

And apparently, he knew, because as soon as the thought crossed my mind, he opened his eyes, staring intently into my own. Just as he had before, he wanted to watch me come undone. It was like merely witnessing the effect he had on me was what he sought. So, I thought, it was only fair for me to give him that.

When his lips slid up and captured the sensitive nub, he applied a gentle suckling motion that left me sobbing broken attempts at his name. He didn’t stop, moaning louder against me in his own euphoria.

As the bliss overtook me for the second time in a matter of minutes, I felt a sting of guilt. Here I was, practically suffocating the poor guy, and I had barely touched him. I tried not to dwell on it, recognizing that he was very obviously enjoying what he was doing, but…

The return to earth was much faster the second time around, and while my body went limp, it clung to Chip in its exhaustion. He didn’t let it weigh him down, slowly wiping off his chin still wet with my arousal before setting each leg down on the bed like they were at risk of shattering on the silk sheets.

I watched him carefully, but not too closely, as he finally stripped off his pants before he came to join me again. That anxiety that I wouldn’t be able to do this, that I wouldn’t be good enough or that I was somehow broken returned. It threatened to ruin everything until I opened my eyes and saw the man staring down at me.

That time when Chip’s face hung above mine, there was a tenderness and reverence I didn’t think I’d ever seen in my life, and certainly never directed at me.

“Hey,” he whispered dumbly with a goofy smile on his face.

“Hey, Chip,” I returned with my own giggle, my hands trailing across his chest while I struggled to keep eye contact. It was hard to do with him looking at me like that. I was scared by how much it made me feel. I didn’t want to be one of those stupid girls that fell in love with the first guy they slept with for no reason.

Then again, it was hardly no reason.

As if on cue, Chip’s voice broke through the intrusive thoughts.

“We can stop if you want.”

“How are you so perfect?” I felt like I might cry now, my throat closing around the words.

“I’m not,” he tried to protest, but I cut him off.

“Yes, you are.”

Any other protests he might've had died when I pulled him down for a kiss. He let out a shaky breath against my lips, a sure sign that he was emotional, too, although I couldn’t understand why. Well, I could have figured it out, but didn’t want to read too much into it.

His hand was pressed against my cheek, holding me with a remarkable amount of intimacy as I reached down with a nervous hand to touch him. But to my surprise, he stopped me with that same hand shooting down to grab my wrist.

“Don’t worry about it, princess.”

“Shouldn’t I…” I paused, my eyes flittering back and forth from the space between us to his face, which was now sporting a satisfied smirk.

“No, this is about you,” he corrected, bringing my hand up to plant a rather involved kiss against the back of it.

“I want it to be special for you, too,” I innocently replied, earning a confused look from the man on top of me. I sighed, suppressing the jealousy that bubbled up again at the thought. “Your first time might not have been special… but your first time with me still can be.”

Stars appeared in his eyes, his breath hitching in his throat. For a moment we just sat there in silence, our naked bodies close but not close enough, staring at the other like we could read the other’s thoughts.

But I couldn’t, because when Chip spoke next, it was words I’d never expected to hear.

“I love you."

His words were certain and sure, but absolutely filled with terror. There was a flicker of that obvious fear before it faded, his mind apparently telling him that it wasn’t worth it to regret the words now that they’d been said.

But I wasn’t ready to let them go like he was.

“… What?”

“Please don’t make me say it again,” he winced, a heartache in his tone that broke my heart.

“Okay…” I uttered under my breath. I wasn’t going to make him say it again. In fact, I was a little scared to ask him to. I was too afraid that I would find a lie in the words. Or even worse, I would miss it and be foolish enough to believe it. It quickly became obvious to both of us that I couldn’t just let it go, and so after a few seconds of awkward silence, I decided to just be straightforward about my concerns.

“Are you… Are you just saying that because we’re having sex?”

Okay, so, less smooth than I had been hoping, but it did earn another slight frown and raised eyebrows from Chip, who glanced down at our hips where we’d yet to meet.  

“No, we’re not having sex,” he clarified, like that was what I’d asked. “I haven’t put my dick in you yet.”

The bluntness and lewdness of his language was so shocking, even though it really shouldn’t have been, that the only thing I could think to do was laugh. At first he looked confused, if not a little hurt, but after a few seconds of my uncontrollable giggles, he joined in. And while I was initially worried, it became clearer to me the longer we laid there, completely naked and lost in laughter over absolutely nothing.

It felt closer to love than anything I’d ever experienced, and as the rain continued to beat against the windows I was still just lost in the quick beating of our hearts in the safe space between his arms.

“I love you, too,” I finally admitted, my chest feeling lighter after the confession.

But in typical Chip fashion, he still couldn’t let those insecurities go. With the utmost concern, he caressed my face when the laughter finally died down, taking one more deep breath before he insisted, “We still don’t have to do this.”

There had been enough talking, waiting, and hoping. Wrapping my legs around his waist and my hands finding their way through his mousy brown locks, I begged him with every fiber of my being.

“Please, Chip.”  

He took another moment to think it over, his eyes scanning my face several times before I interrupted again, smiling as I urged him, “Kiss me.”

And he did, gently but sloppily sliding his mouth over mine in his elation. It was partially my fault, too, because I couldn’t stop smiling against him. But that childlike enthusiasm was drained quickly when I felt him line himself up against my heat. Immediately, my whole body tensed underneath him, my lungs ceasing all function.

“Shhh. It’s okay,” Chip mumbled against my lips, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I’m sorry, I’m nervous,” I slurred, my hands digging into the skin of his shoulders as I tried to distract myself from the pain I was expecting to follow.

“I know.”

His attempts at comfort were surprisingly effective, his voice alone releasing the tension from my stomach.

“You’re so beautiful,” he continued, drawing the tip of his nose against my cheek as the head of his arousal was finally able to breach my sex.

My breathing picked up, but he just continued to whisper sweet nothings into my ear, his low groans choking between each of them. They didn’t make much sense, just broken strings of sentences that I could fill in along the way.

‘I want you,’ ‘I need you,’ ‘I love you.’

“Does it hurt?”

That was the next thing I actually heard, and I realized then that I’d become so lost in his breath on my ear that I hadn’t even noticed any pain.

“No,” I responded honestly and through a delirious smile.

For the first time, I let myself feel the fullness that came with having him inside of me. Despite all my reservations, he fit so perfectly inside of me that I had to wonder if I was made specifically for him.

“Tell me when you’re ready.”

There was a raspy timbre to his voice now that alerted me to the massive strain that he was placing on himself out of fear of hurting me. I couldn’t reassure him yet, still too petrified  to trust myself to form a string of words. So I nodded, staring at him with half lidded eyes.

Once he began to move, my arms and legs held him so tightly, I’m surprised he was even able to navigate between them. His thrusts were shallow and slow at first, those dark, eager eyes soaking in every expression I gave. With every little noise, he would pick it up, and soon enough he was slamming into me with what I probably very poorly judged to be his full force.

“Tell me how it feels, princess,” he said through a clenched jaw, his hand keeping my hips steady so that he could completely enter me with every motion.

“Chip, it feels so fucking good,” I cried, my body writhing against him and seeking any stimulation he could offer me. But there was another concern on my mind; it was so loud in my thoughts, that I had to ask it just to make them stop. “D-does it feel good for you?”

“Don’t worry about me. I’m having a great time.”

It was mostly a joke, but there was an obvious truth to it. Because right after he said it, a loud moan rumbled through his chest.

Then he looked down at me, my hips desperately and unsuccessfully trying to follow his movements. He slowed down, smiling wickedly when I became dramatically more restless.

“Just watching you squirm on my dick is more than enough for me,” he teased, earning a high pitched sob from me as I yelled, “Please, don’t stop!”

Answering my call, Chip snapped his hips forward again, bottoming out inside of me in one fluid movement. I practically screamed at the sudden intrusion, my back lifting from the bed.

“You’re doing such a good job, princess,” he praised, holding himself up high enough that he could look me in the eyes. “You’re so pretty, I could fuck you for hours.”

I didn’t respond, but the look in my eyes begged him to. Lowering himself closer to me again, his lips resting against my cheek, he groaned, “I want to make you feel as good as you deserve.”

“I love you, Chip,” I replied quickly, my body tightening around him in every conceivable way. When my walls clamped possessively around him, his rhythmic pace stuttered.

“I—fuck! I love you,” he returned, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and biting down on it while he started to drill into me with more insistence.

I knew what it meant, and as sad as I was that  our moment was coming to an end, I was also completely exhausted. That didn’t stop him from lowering his hand between us, finding where our bodies met and beginning to draw light circles over the same spot that he’d kissed sore.

“Come on, princess. I want you to finish with me,” he panted, “Can you do that?”

Once again, I wasn’t able to talk so I just eagerly nodded against his face. Even if he couldn’t figure out what the motion was supposed to be, he would figure it out seconds later when all the tension in my body came to a peak.

“Yeah, that’s my good girl,” he cooed, forcing himself to continue the same pace of his hand and hips while I collapsed in on myself, lost in a pool of bliss and Chip; the two words were so synonymous to me in that moment.

“F-Fuck,” he finally stuttered, burying himself in me to the hilt and holding me flush against him. I forced myself to keep my eyes open, watching the way his mouth dropped open and the sweat dripped down the side of his face. His eyes were also barely open, but intently locked with mine.

A gentle pulsing reverberated inside me, filling me with a calmness, comfort, and joy as an unfamiliar warmth pooled inside me. The only thing I could think about was how badly I wanted to feel it again, to watch him come undone again, and to share this moment with him over and over. It was the first time I’d ever felt that strongly about anything, and the thought threatened to swallow me whole.

When the moment ended, Chip could barely keep himself up. Eventually, he gave into his weary muscles and unceremoniously collapsed onto me. I tried to laugh but couldn’t get my chest to move enough for sound to come out.

“Am I crushing you?” he mumbled against my neck, nuzzling closer with no guilt at all.

“No, it feels nice.”

It was only a little bit of a lie. I traced my nails over his back and up to his neck, loving the way goosebumps followed in my wake.

He almost sounded drunk when he slurred back, “You feel nice.”

And then it was quiet. I hesitate to say it was silent, because every so often we would move just enough to hear the rustling sheets. His breathing was steady against my shoulder, and I still heard the rush of blood in my ears.

“Hey Chip?” I asked, anxiety trembling through his name.

It was his turn to not be able to give me an answer, but I took the garbled hum to be his best attempt. Running my hand through his hair again, I sighed when he held me tighter.

“I don’t want this to be over,” I pleaded, closing my eyes to protect me from the rejection I still expected to follow. Sure enough, Chip lifted with shaky arms, propping himself up on his elbow to wipe his tired face.

“What do you mean?” he murmured, clearly only half awake.

“I don’t want you to leave,” I explained, both of us tensing slightly at the way our still connected lower halves shifted.

“Okay. I won’t.”

He made it sound so simple. I wasn’t going to fight him on it, either. But then he spoke again, turning to look towards the door.

“When are your parents getting back?”

“They aren’t supposed to be here for a couple days,” I answered, following his unsure gaze to the place he’d stood not that long before. It was crazy to think about how much had changed in such a short span of time.

“Why are you asking?”

He gave me that look; the one that always made me fall in love with him. With big, warm eyes and a tiny pout, he whispered, “I just want to know how long I have you for.”

Someone who didn’t know him might have taken the request as shameless, referring only to the more salacious activities we could engage in during that time. But that’s not what I heard. I saw what he was fantasizing about; the two of us in our own private world, not having to worry about anything else happening outside these walls.

He was thinking about a future, however temporary, where the two of us could be together, loving each other without a worry in the world. So that’s why when the next words flowed from my lips, I wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest.

“You can have me forever, Chip.”

“F-Forever?” The word sounded foreign, like it was the first time he’d ever heard it. I watched more fantasies flash before him, his eyes sparkling with hope and affection.

One more time, I nodded, using both hands to bring his face back down to promise him in the form of a barely-there kiss that he turned into something more. We both poured any residual passion into that simple act until all our breath was gone. With the last of what I had left, I repeated the word on his lips.

“Forever.”

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#5

People always mistake me for my father.... I mean, come on, I'm obviously the better looking one.

19 notes • Posted 2021-04-26 07:39:48 GMT

#4

That one moment when you want to join the bandwagon that @elkius started but your art is nowhere near good enough to make your own self insert when you still struggle with clothes, hair, hands, and shading

20 notes • Posted 2021-03-24 04:55:11 GMT

#3

Play date with the little ones (chaos ensures )

The crew came for a visit to micheal’s place for two reason, one to discuss the plans for the circus wonderland project and such and two , for a small play date since the little ones got bored a lot and after hearing they are going to micheal’s place, they insisted on meeting micheal’s kids and family to have fun.

They came in their “human” forms since they are still not comfortable with the people around like micheal and his family is. baby knocked on the door and waited with the others before Lolbit teleported in to announce their presence in the most dramatic way posible much to their dismay.

When Lolbit suddenly appeared, motion could be heard within the house. Elizabeth and Clara both took on their animatronic forms, Elizabeth turning into a 7 foot tall Circus Baby and Clara turning into a 6 foot tall Ballora.

"What are you doing here, Lolbit?!" Elizabeth/Baby asked.

Chris and Cassidy grabbed each other's hands before turning into Fredbear, and Susie and Jeremy rand to hude behind Charlie. "Mama, I'm scared." Susie told Charlie.

As soon as Susie said she was scared, it was like a dark presence made itself known in the workshop as Michael slowly walked up the steps, his wires extended out of his body. "Who scared my daughter?" He asked, eerily calm.

21 notes • Posted 2021-08-30 18:37:28 GMT

#2

"C'mon, do it for the fans!" Elizabeth cried as she and Chris stood behind a camera, smiling at their older brother.

Michael sighed, putting his hands up in defeat. "Fine..." He took a deep breath before striking a pose and singing:

"My name is Eggs Benedict!"

Chris and Elizabeth fell to the floor laughing as Clara giggled a little to herself from the doorway.

"I hate you both." Michael grumbled.

23 notes • Posted 2021-05-05 20:46:10 GMT

#1

"Michael, why are there children?"

~@icecream-wonderland

Michael sighed as the kids ran around. "Because I may or may not have become the new father of the kids that dad killed..." He shook his head just as Susie grabbed his leg. "Papa, come play with us!"

33 notes • Posted 2021-05-10 02:44:18 GMT

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Finkel: overcoming our mistrust of robots in our homes and workplaces

by Alan Finkel

What is it about AI that unnerves us? Alan Finkel suspects it’s a combination of things. Wes Mountain, CC BY-ND

Here’s a question: do you consider yourself to be a trusting person? Or let me put it another way: would you put your life in the hands of a total stranger?

You do. Hundreds if not thousands of times, every day. Take me, for example.

This morning I woke up. I switched on the light – trusting that I wouldn’t be electrocuted by a faulty lamp, or cord, or socket. I prepared my breakfast – trusting that I wouldn’t be poisoned by salmonella in my factory-processed muesli.

I walked from my hotel across Elizabeth Street in peak hour. Hundreds of cars bearing down on me. Sydney drivers. And nothing to protect me except a red light and a white line.

All of these decisions make sense to us, because we know that we live in a society where human behaviour is governed by conventions and rules.

That capacity to trust in unknown humans, not because of a belief in our innate goodness, but because of the systems that we humans have made, is the true genius of our species.

We can collaborate, and innovate – because we can trust.

Now let’s replace a fellow human in these day to day interactions with artificial intelligence: AI. What would it take for you to put the same level of trust in AI as you would extend to a human?

To chat with your child? To drive your taxi? To read your brain scan? To scan your face at a concert, at work, or in a supermarket?

What’s different about AI

What is it about AI that unnerves us? I suspect it’s a combination of two things.

First, we lack information. The knowledge seems concentrated in a small community of experts. Perhaps 22,000 worldwide are qualified to the level of a PhD in AI. People with rare skills in high demand come at an eye-watering price. That makes them very hard to keep in universities and public agencies.

It’s not unknown for technology developers to buy up IT faculties. And whether these experts work in industry, or the public sector, or universities, there are often commercial or security reasons to keep quiet about their activities.

Consider Google. In footage beamed around the world last week, Google debuted an AI that makes phone calls on your behalf, in a human voice, and chats with the human who answers.

Now for 68 years the world has been waiting for an AI that could fool us into thinking it was human. We call it the Turing Test, named after the scientist who proposed it in 1950, Alan Turing.

He began with the question “can machines think?” Since we can’t agree on a single test for “thinking”, he replaced it with a thought experiment he called the “imitation game”: can we build a machine that would pass as human, to humans, if we couldn’t see it, and judged it by its words?

Watching Google’s AI book a haircut and a table at a restaurant, some observers say the Turing test was met. And as a result, your world has changed - because every phone call you make or receive now carries a niggling doubt. That could be a machine.

Hand in hand with our lack of knowledge is our lack of foreknowledge. We give up our data today without knowing what others might be able to do with it tomorrow.

When you uploaded your photos to Facebook, did you expect that Facebook would be able to scan them, name all the people, identify your tastes in food and clothing and hobbies, diagnose certain genetic disorders, like Down Syndrome, decide on your personality type, and package all that information for advertisers?

Probably not. But we can’t unpick our choices.

Responses to artificial intelligence

One response to these questions would be to conclude that the only safe way forward is to ban AI. That would be a tragic mistake for Australia.

It wouldn’t halt progress, because I find it difficult to believe that China and France and the United Kingdom and the United States and every other nation that has staked its future on AI would now step back from the race. Why would they, when they see that for all the risks, the future has infinite promise?

Healthcare, available to all, tailored precisely to the individual. Your personal chauffer, a privilege previously only available to the super wealthy. An AI assistant for each of us, to manage our appointments and remind us of the things we would doubtless forget.

We want those benefits in Australia.

A ban would simply discourage research and development in the places where we most want to see it: reputable institutions, like CSIRO’s Data61, and our universities. Of course, the fastest way to end up with a total ban is to allow a free-for-all. A free-for-all that allows unscrupulous and unthinking and just plain incompetent people to do their worst.

No: we want rules that allow us to trust AI, just as they allow us to trust our fellow humans. So my question again: what would it take for you to extend your trust?

Think back to the web of rules that protect us every time we walk across a pedestrian crossing.

We could think of that web of rules as a spectrum. On the extreme left, we have light touch rules: manners and customs. As we move to the right, the rules become more binding.

There are industry codes, standards and regulations. Further along, the criminal law. To the extreme right, international prohibitions against chemical and biological weapons.

Different human behaviours are regulated at different points, depending on their capacity for harm.

The challenge is to develop a similar spectrum for AI, not expecting a single solution, but instead an evolving web.

At the left-hand, light-touch end, consumer expectations for things like digital assistants.

At the other extreme, global governance for weapons of war: military devices that can select and kill their targets without a human in the loop.

I’ll leave that particular discussion on weapons to another occasion.

Instead, I’ve been thinking about the role that Australia could play at the left-hand end of the spectrum, where we interact with technology providers as everyday consumers.

We would expect a government department to vet the provider of a service that, for example, replaced social workers with algorithms that predict the likelihood that a particular child will be violent.

But how many consumers are going to have the knowledge or the time to individually vet every AI they encounter?

When was the last time you read the terms and conditions before clicking “Accept”? What we need is an agreed standard and a clear signal, so we individual consumers don’t need expert knowledge to make ethical choices, and companies that want your business know from the outset how they are expected to behave.

So my proposal is a trustmark. Its working title is “the Turing Certificate”, in honour of Alan Turing.

Companies can apply for Turing certification, and if they meet the standards and comply with the auditing requirements, they can display the Turing Stamp.

Then consumers and governments could use their purchasing power to reward and encourage ethical AI, just as they currently look for the “Fairtrade” logo on coffee.

Why a voluntary certificate would work

The first response to a certification scheme is always “but that costs money”. I understand that response, because I thought that way myself when I was building my company Axon Instruments in San Francisco.

I was making a device that was designed to be surgically inserted into people’s brains. I expected to face a long and tortuous process to meet the exacting international ISO 9000 standards for good manufacturing practice. What I discovered was that the standards were the scaffold I needed to build a competitive company.

They baked in the expectation of quality from the start.

True quality is achieved by design, not by test and reject.

We maintained these exacting design and business practices for our non-medical products, too, because they made us a better company and gave us a commercial edge. Done right, the costs of securing certification should then be covered by increased sales, from customers prepared to pay a premium.

Would the Turing Stamp be granted to organisations, or products? Both.

It is the model that has long been accepted in the manufacturing sector. And when you trade with an AI developer you expect to have an ongoing relationship. If you buy a washing machine, it will still be the same washing machine in five years’ time. If you download an app, it may well be radically different in five weeks.

I think you would want the company that stores your data and develops your upgrades to be ethical through and through.

Of course, in the manufacturing sector, the standards are both mandatory and enforceable: manufacturing is a highly visible process.

For AI, mandatory certification would be cumbersome. The voluntary Turing system would allow responsible companies to opt in.

A voluntary system does not mean self-certification. It means that the companies would voluntarily submit themselves to an external process. Smart companies, trading on quality, would welcome an auditing system that weeded out poor behaviour. And consumers would rightly insist on a stamp with proven integrity.

Is this a global measure that Australia could help to foster?

Surely, we have more to gain than most. Where we compete in the global market, we compete on quality.

A system that verifies quality and prioritises ethics will reward Australia. Last week’s federal budget made what I have described as a “promising first instalment”. A$30 million has been allocated for AI, including an AI roadmap and a national AI ethics framework.

I hope we can use our influence to shape a responsible direction for the world.

This article is an extract of a keynote speech Alan Finkel delivered to a Committee for Economic Development of Australia (CEDA) event in Sydney, on artificial intelligence.

Alan Finkel is Australia’s Chief Scientist.

This article was originally published on The Conversation, a content partner of Sci Fi Generation.