#Simple Bathroom Remodel
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turkeynotalone · 1 year ago
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Modern Bathroom - Master Bath Inspiration for a large modern master beige tile and porcelain tile porcelain tile drop-in bathtub remodel with a vessel sink, flat-panel cabinets, brown cabinets, quartz countertops, brown walls and brown countertops
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thegnomelord · 1 year ago
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#23 with male reader and soap. After a mission m!reader helps him clean himself in the shower maybe because soap got injured on the field or just really sore. And he washes off the blood/dust/dirt and helps dry him off and it turns into something kinda fluffy. I just wanna play with this man's stupid mohawk so bad.
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Honestly me too, I just see that strip of hair and get the urge to tug on it, completely forgetting the man's fictional 😅 Ended up writing washing his hair and showering together because hyperfixation lol Play the game HERE.
Prompt: Washing their hair
CW: NSFW but no sex, non sexual nudity, M reader, showering together, hair washing, just fluffy fluffy fluff.
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As much as you care about Soap, you've got to admit he's a bit of a dumbass, a reckless dumbass to boot. You tell him to be careful and what does he do? End up falling out of a second story window and rolling down a good 60 feet down a muddy hill while chasing after a target. You hear him swear the entire way down from where you're tucked away safely behind the sight of your sniper rifle.
By the time you get back to base Johnny feels as miserable as he looks, covered in so much mud you can't see his skin and his entire back wreathed in dull throbbing pain, not to mention the numerous cuts and scraps. And that's on top of Price chewing him out about safety and Ghost and Gaz teasing him the entire flight back to base.
"Not a word lad," He growls, giving you the stink eye. "Price already yapped me ear off." Soap turns to his heel in an attempt to head to the communal showers, biting his lip to stop himself from swearing out god, king, and country when his muscles scream at him.
"Wasn't going to." You stop him, one firm hand tugging on his bulletproof vest so you don't jostle him too much, though even that has drops of mud splashing on your clothes. "Come on, you can shower in my room."
He looks at you skeptically, but it doesn't take much to sway his mind when you offer him simple comforts; privacy, warm hands to wash away the days pains, a warmer body to remind him he's alive. He follows you without a word, neither one of you caring about the mud you track— tomorrow's problems.
"Foooock." The groan comes deep from his bones, perfectly encapsulating all he feels as you methodically unclip his gear, taking the world's weight off his shoulders and dropping it haphazardly on the bathroom's tiled floor. "Feel like a fockin' hog," He frowns.
"Look like you rolled in a pig sty." You helpfully supplement, receiving a few words in Gaelic which you don't even attempt to understand, though the humor in his tone is crystal clear even when you take hold of the bottom of his shirt; the mud and grime had gone through every layer of clothing, leaving not a single inch of skin clean.
He attempts to raise his arms to help you, only to suddenly yell out a "Oh ye fockin' cunt!" when pain flares from his shoulder down the entire length of his spine. You swear you hear his spine crack at least a dozen times by the time you pull his shirt off his mud wet skin.
"You sound like an old geezer." You chuckle to lighten the mood, dropping to your knees to untie his shoelaces and take off his boots, then the rest of his clothes.
"Says the bloke who's left knee tells the weather." He bites back, a bit of teeth on display as he grimaces, another few curses leaving his lips when he has to lower his arm. "Or tries to, yer got as much accuracy as the bloody reporters on the telly."
"Starting to complain like one too," You add, not at all surprised when Soap proceeds to brush his muddy hand across your face. "Of you fucker," Your words gain a childish little giggle from him, and he lets you guide him into the shower.
Your bathroom's one of the few that has a tub in it —a relic of past tenants before the army remodeled the base into an actual military installation— you had to bribe Price with a lot of high quality cigars to get it, but every penny was worth it. There's a tap as well as a detachable showerhead up top that Johnny eagerly uses, turning the water hot and just standing under the stream while you disrobe.
The clean water turns muddy the second it hits his skin, brown muck swirling around your feet as you step into the tub behind him. "How's that sweetheart?" You ask, taking the soap bottle and squirting a heavy amount onto your hands, not bothering with a sponge and instead using your fingers to wash away the dirt on his skin.
"Heaven." Johnny sighs, his muscles fluttering beneath your hands, mud and blood washing away to reveal deep blooming bruises across his back. "Shite, that hits the spot." He leans against you, the slow but firm pressure of your fingers massaging the sore muscles around the blotchy bruises making him groan. You lean in to place gentle kisses on the darkest bruises, "So good fer me bonnie," he hums, using his arms the best he can to at least wash the mud off his face.
You two float in a sort of mindless space where nothing outside the shower matters, the sound of water running and Soap's occasional groan filling your ears, all your focus on the way your hands rub him down; from shoulders to his back, down to his feet and then back up to his face when he turns around.
Once the water runs clear again you turn off the shower and start the tap so the tub fills with enough water to keep him warm, maneuvering him to sit in the tub while you step out to dry yourself off and put on boxers.
"Don't need ta be pampered like a show mutt," He grumbles, the hot water easing the soreness in his frame and making his exhaustion prominent, Johnny's eyelids starting to droop despite his best efforts to stay awake.
"I know, but you hair's a damn crow's nest." You snort, running your fingers through the mess on his head and showing the gunk stuck on your fingers, hell, you even pull a damn twig out.
His eyes widen, "Well fock me," Soap grimaces, gives a bone deep sigh as you settle behind him, sitting partially on the tub. Cupping water in your palms you rub your fingers down the length of his mohawk, loosening the dirt sticking to the strands until rivulets of watery mud run down his neck.
"Maybe later." You both chuckle, squirting the shampoo Soap always loves to smell on you in your hand and lathering your palms up before bringing them back to his hair. Soap mumbles something, leaning his head into your hands whenever you scratch a particularly itchy spot on his scalp.
His head tips back as much as his aching shoulders let him, his eyes settling on your face. I got it made, he thinks to himself, desperately trying to keep his eyelids open so he can see how you focus on even a simple task like washing his hair. Every brush of your fingers across his dirty strands fills his chest with lingering warmth, every scratch of your nails across his scalp making his eyes droop just a bit more.
Johnny doesn't even notice the slight sting when you occasionally tug on a knot, your touch making his mind buzz pleasantly like the low background static of a TV on late nights, and Soap doesn't realize he's dosing off.
You notice how he leans against your leg, leaning over to see his eyes closed and chest steadily rising and falling. You let him sleep for a bit while you finish up cleaning his hair and then use the detachable shower head to wash the bubbly shampoo off.
"What is'it?" He mumbles when you gently shake him awake, eyelids fluttering open and shut.
"Need you to get up Johnny." You hum and it's laughable how easily he follows your instructions, needing a bit of help to stand up when his back still aches like hell, a shiver racing down his spine as the cold air of your bathroom nips at his skin. "Fock, do'ah look like a snowman?" He grumbles at the cold.
You chuckle instead of saying anything, silencing any other complaints with sweet kisses on his lips as you towel him dry.
Soon after you two are huddled under the covers, his body draped over yours and using your chest as a pillow. Your fingers card through his slightly damp hair, the soft brown strands like feathers against your skin and your touch making him sigh and melt against you.
"Hey lad?" He suddenly says, voice a gentle whisper; like he's about to reveal a secret kept from the world — something only meant for you.
"Yeah Johnny?" You ask, a few stars reflecting in his blue eyes from your window.
Your heart melts at the soft and goody smile he gives you, "Love you." he says, leaning his head into your hand that's in his hair.
You smile and lean your head to kiss him, "Love you too," You mutter against his lips, and when you pull away he's already drifted off to sleep like a babe, soft breath tickling your skin and arms possessively wrapped around your waist like you'll disappear.
But you catch the way he smiles in his sleep.
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eugenedebs1920 · 1 month ago
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“We are witnessing a slow moving coup.”, Have been words Bill Maher has been saying since 2016. Witnessing a slow moving coup.
If you think back, those of us who are old enough to remember anyway, it was in 2016, when chants of “Lock her up, lock her up, lock her up” were ringing through the unpaid venues Trump would ramble at. He also claimed, many times, “the only way we’re going to lose is if they cheat.”, “the Democrats are rigging the election, they’re Cheaters! They cheat!”, and even through Tweets writing, “the election is absolutely being rigged by the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked Hillary- also at many polling places -SAD”
Before a single vote would be cast in 2016 he was claiming, here’s the most important part, if he didn’t win, it was because the election was rigged, or that somehow his opponent, the Democrats, had cheated. He also said this about not winning an Emmy for the show, The Apprentice.
It’s not clear if Trump understood/understands the ramifications to this claim. The reason this democracy works is because we believe that when we cast our vote, it means something. The only thing holding this republic together is the idea that when the majority votes for a candidate, that candidate who won the higher number of votes wins.
It sounds simple in theory, but when doubt is sewn into the fabric of the integrity of the elections, it creates the thought that our voice is being taken from us, that we are being cheated out of being heard, and that rattles the very foundation of a representative democracy.
Not only was Trump’s baseless claims, in any election, 2016, 2020, 2024, damaging to the very essence this nation was founded upon, it gave a permission structure for others to follow suit. To the point where when one doesn’t like the outcome of the election, or they can’t take admitting they lost, they can say, it’s rigged, there was cheating.
Just like with building, it takes a certain amount of ego to go into a house, look at a clients kitchen, and say, I can make this so much better. I don’t know what it’s like to run for public office but I know what it’s like to have a potential client want to remodel their bathroom or kitchen, go check it out, not only convey the confidence that you can make it so much better, but to believe you can. It takes a certain amount of vanity, cockiness, to be so certain.
With being able to relate in this basic way, I can see the personalities that are narcissistic in nature, egotistical, full of themselves, being drawn to positions of power. If you have to have a strong sense of self confidence to remodel a kitchen, it has to be 10X that to go into a powerful seat of government.
It sucks losing. It truly does. It can hurt, hit at your very core, linger around like a cloud of smoke. Part of confidence is being able to accept that, dust yourself off and move on to the next endeavor.
It shows a true weakness to not concede. It shows an even more pathetic attribute to claim, without any proof, that someone cheated you. Can you imagine if that’s how sports worked?! Ref: “Out of bounds!” Player: “Nope! Ball goes here. I was cheated.” Now fortunately with sports theirs instant replay, and many professionals watching with utter vigilance.
The same is true with our elections. Each state has its own sovereignty and has their own way of doing elections that are slightly different but all and all there has been no real problem that has arisen in the last 250 years. People spend their careers focused on election integrity and the running of elections.
Voter suppression, intimidation, poll purges, disengagement, partisan gerrymandering, stacking the courts, these are tactics of bypassing free and fair elections prior to votes being cast, but the count itself has never come into question. Until 2016, 2020, 2022, and 2024.
Look at North Carolina. They vote in their state Supreme Court justices there. North Carolina, much like this nation, is damn near 50/50 split Democratic-Republican. There are HIGHLY gerrymandered districts in NC, giving way to uneven representation in the House, but the actual numbers are damn near an even break.
The Republican candidate for state Supreme Court lost by just over 750 votes. He was entitled to a recount. That’s fair. When it’s that close it doesn’t hurt to take another look. The recount came back almost exactly the same as the first count. There’s a law that you can ask for a district to get a hand count after the recount. That occurred and the numbers were almost identical to the original numbers. Now the Republican candidate is saying that there’s 60,000 votes that should be thrown out, two of which, unbeknownst to him, just happen to be the mother and father of his opponent. That’s strange. Seeing how her father was an Army veteran and they were both born in the United States, and of course, her parents.
Nonetheless he wants 60,000 votes tossed out. Why? Because he lost. Because some of these votes, like the Democrats parents, were cast using a military ID, which of course isn’t linked to a state drivers license number. He wants to throw out the votes of our men and women who fought, and are fighting for their country, his country, our country, because it could be his way to come out ahead.
If you have to cheat to win, is that a win at all? What gratification does one get from that? How do you wake up in the morning and justify continuing the false narrative you created?
Winning at all cost, even disenfranchising legal voters, isn’t just unethical, it’s unamerican. That is in no way shape or form patriotic, American, loyal, or respectful to this country, our country. It is, play to win, selfish, narcissistic behavior. Giving no regard to the system, the people, the nation. Either trying to mend a bruised ego, not being able to accept the outcome, or thinking one is above the rules.
Look at Kari Lake, (honestly I’d prefer not to) she REFUSED to concede that she lost her gubernatorial campaign in 2022, after being one of the biggest proponents on Trump’s big lie of 2020. She was given the permission structure to attempt to discredit the core of representative democracy, votes.
Whether this is done with intentional malice, unmanaged narcissistic disorder, or egotistical entitlement, the results are the same. Undermining the integrity and faith of the American experiment.
If America comes out the back end of this upcoming administration with its institutions, granted liberties, and rule of law even somewhat intact, we can look forward. A changing of the guard, unless slaughtered in its infancy, is at hand.
My level of hope was much higher a little over a month ago, but has not been extinguished. Trump 2.0 did not win a mandate. In fact, he didn’t even hit over 50% of the popular vote. There was immense Russian meddling in the 2024 election. Bomb threats called into polling places in key areas, Philadelphia, Atlanta, and Phoenix.
I’m not quite headed to storm the capital yet, but there’s also a foul stench of mendacity to the 2024 election. With the world’s richest man as a financial backer to Trump, even before the introduction that the Skylink satellites were used in tabulations, leaves much to be desired.
Timothy Snider says, “do not obey in advance”, this means we should question how that shitshow of a campaign, with that deteriorating, hate filled, failure of a former president won all 7 swing states and the popular vote.
There are a lot of ignorant racists, under and uneducated people, uninformed or anarchy driven, war on woke folks who voted Trump. But not quite 50%, with over 80 million who chose not to vote, and a protest vote for Palestine which was a futile effort of cutting off one’s nose to spite one’s face.
This will be a long 4 years. The Constitution, the rule of law, norms and democratic processes will be tested to their limits. We must resist.
The resistance will be vital for the continuation of this nation. We must go out on the streets and make our voices heard, make a scene, a scene so large, not just the Trump administration has to take notice, but the world as well.
We must not obey in advance. We must not roll over and let 250 years of sacrifice be wasted. We must do what so many before us did. Fight for the cause of freedom. Fight for our rights. Fight on the side of good, for the sake of good.
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tommi3boy · 8 months ago
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“You spoil me rotten sometimes, you know that.” | {SDV Harvey x GN! Reader}
Word count: 608
Warning: alcohol use, no name used
Pairing: Harvey x gn! reader
A/N: established relationship, married life fluff, sharing some wine with your man in the bath
The summer heat was beating down on Stardew Valley. You’ve been dying in this heat, but the crops love summer time. Especially your orange trees; which had given you the bright idea to try and make an orange wine for your partner. Harvey is a big fan of wine so you’re sure he’ll enjoy it.
After what felt like an eternity, the wine was finally done fermenting. You did a quick taste test of the wine, it came out to be quite tart and light in color. You went ahead and bottled the wine and put it away so that Harvey and you could enjoy it with dinner that night.
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The sun was finally starting to get low in the sky, you thought you’d call it a day and clean up before dinner.
Harvey greeted you as you walked into your shared home. “Hi honey, you’re home a bit early. Are you feeling alright?”
“I’m just fine. Thought I’d wash off a bit before dinner is all.”
Harvey took a big stretch, his usual motion when he’s been sitting in a chair all day. “That sounds like a good idea, mind if I join you?”
That question gave you a new idea, “When have I ever said no to that.” you gingerly kissed your partner and asked “Can you start the bath? I’m gonna get us some clothes.”
You did go to get some clothes, but you also got the wine out and some mugs. It’d probably be more romantic if you had actual wine glasses but you keep forgetting to buy some.
You had paid Robin extra on the bathroom remodeling to make the bathtub bigger. Money well spent, and Robin definitely knew why you asked for that sort of request and didn’t even bat an eye.
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You walked into the shared bathroom, Harvey was in the process of undressing while the bath filled.
He hadn’t even noticed you brought in wine, he was preoccupied getting into the steamy bath. Harvey let out a small sigh of relief once he got comfortable with his back resting against the porcelain. You were setting the mugs down on the counter and filling one of them with wine to hand to Harvey.
“Here, I made us some wine out of the oranges I’ve been growing.”
You could practically see hearts in Harvey’s eyes. “You spoil me rotten sometimes, you know that.” He gratefully took the mug from you.
After you set your own mug down near the bath, you undressed and joined Harvey in the bath across from him, “Let me know how you like it, it might be a little sweet for your taste.”
Harvey took a generous sip of the wine, “I think it’s delicious, the citrus is very refreshing.” He then took another swig and set the mug down to the side. “I’m so grateful to be able to call you mine, you make me feel so loved.”
All you did was make him wine, such a simple gesture was all it took to turn Harvey into mush. Kind of made you wonder if he’d ever been actually appreciated by someone before.
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After he finished his wine, you got an amazing back and scalp massage. He helped you scrub away all the dirt and grime you’ve been collecting. In the past, you’ve rejected Harvey joining you when you bathe because of how gross you get during the day. However this man doesn’t care one bit. “Nothing that can’t be rinsed off.” He’d say.
Once the water started getting cold, Harvey and you dried off; and then took the remainder of the wine to your shared bedroom to finish.
A/N: let me know if I should do a part 2 :)
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2w1ld3st-2dr3ams · 1 year ago
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𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝟙: ℍ𝕪𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕤
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K!nkt0ber Day 1: Hybrids
➸ Muse 1: Tomioka Giyuu (Demon Slayer)
➸ WC: 3.3k
➸ CW: Cow Hybrid!Giyuu, mentions of pornography (or a raunchy scene in a movie), inexperienced Giyuu, mentions of past abuse, fluffy shit all things considered, a lot of boob stuff, TLDR: Just milking Cow Giyuu's tits and there's feelings in there.
➸ Mumbles: Recycling baby (this was meant for last year, help me) Also, an excuse to write for Giyuu tits tbh.
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It wasn't often that you heard rustling in your backyard, given that you didn't have any pets and wild animals weren't anywhere near your house. Perhaps it was your neighbor's dog or that one raccoon you saw stuffing it's face with garbage nearby that one time. Either way, you didn't particularly like the idea of something rummaging through your backyard, especially if that thing decided your backyard would make an adequate toilet. God knows you had one to many debates with your neighbors about their animal's bathroom habits and, in your personal opinion, too little time had passed between the last one and this up and coming one.
Whatever the reason, you decided it was better if you shooed the little critter out yourself. If you caught it early enough, maybe you could persuade it to leave it's business elsewhere, preferably not in your recently remodeled backyard. You grabbed a nearby broom to shoo the animal away and begrudgingly made your way to the origin of the sound. When you got there, however, all that greeted you was the stillness of nature and a prominent hole near one of your recently planted bushes. This, in turn, damaged the structure your bushes were resting on and managed to make one fall over. As you could imagine, there was an even more sizable hole in your backyard now, not to mention the de-rooted bush that lay so pathetically on its side.
Irritated by the revelation of such sabotage against your hard work, you made your way back to your house to look for your tools—the faster you took care of the now ruined section, the faster you could set up some proper fencing to stop any further incidents. You quickly zoned out as you got to work, trying not to think of the culprit of this crime most likely laughing at your agony or the fact that you were feeling very strongly over a simple hole. Just as you were finishing the maintenance and re-planting the bush, you noticed some rapid movement out of the corner of your eye. A flash of hair was escaping the corners of your vision when you turned your head towards the movement. All you could figure out from all the rapid head turning was a scurrying tuff of dark hair that seemingly swayed with hurry.
You, of course, deducted that whatever that was had to be connected to your backyard. It was a rather large animal too, considering the size and quantity of the hair. You couldn't think of many animals near your area that would match the description, so you settled on incriminating the little trash eater that still made such a ruckus at night. Deciding to leave the thought of sentencing animals like a judge aside, you made your way back inside once you had finished packing your tools away. You would go visit the town center and find some fences tomorrow, today you had promised one of your neighbors that you would dog-sit while they went on a weekend getaway with their boyfriend.
A few hours later, you found yourself hiking to your house as exhaustion was dragging you down by your hairs. Any chiropractor or orthopedic would be cringing at your posture right now, your back almost made a perfect arc forward and your head was inching closer to the ground. Your neighbors dog was adorable and you didn't mind doing them a favor every now and then, but if you heard that damm dog bark at the wind outside one more time you would've lost your sanity. Apparently, all the other dogs of the neighborhood had been feeling some sort of way about the outside of their comfortable homes at exactly the same time. You would hear a cacophony of barks during the late evening and sit there rethinking your choice of living situation.
Through the snippets of conversation your tired ears caught, your neighborhood was being haunted by…something. You weren't sure if haunted was the right word, more like invaded. There had been multiple reports of something terrorizing people's backyards and an increase in black-haired-animal sightings nearby. Considering a possible raccoon infestation, you made a beeline to your backyard, getting anxious by the second that your little thief-cosplaying friend had decided to pay you another visit. The noise you made clearly scared whatever was inhabiting your garden, as you heard a very pronounced "Ah!" coming from the darkness.
Instead of being greeted with a chubby, short, and dual-colored cretin, you were greeted with a very naked man sporting peculiar cow ears and horns and a matching tail. He was in a horrible state, if being publicly naked wasn't bad enough, sporting a variety of bruises in an array of tones. His chest area was especially bruised, sporting what appeared to be suction marks around his nipples. He was, rightfully, terrified, his face contorting into a mixture of fear and regret. The one thing you noticed about him the most, however, was that peculiar head of very prominent black hair that almost camouflaged into the darkness of the night.
Your first thought was relief, since you finally had a face to the culprit of the crime scene that you had just cleaned up hours prior. Your second thought was checking what you last ate and drank in the last 24 hours. After making sure you didn't consume any hallucinogenic substances, you turned your attention back to the man—half man was probably a better way to put it. You couldn't get a proper word out before the being in front of you began rapid-firing apologies and explanations. You couldn't make out very much from his…eloquent speech, apart from the words "farm", "mistreatment", "hybrid", and "escaped".
Though not much information was supplied, it was enough for you to put two and two together. Plus, if the continuously frequent visits from men in uniforms asking about "a missing product" told you anything, this farm had located him and was currently hunting him down. Now, you weren't educated in the laws about half human-half animal people, but you were fair to assume that whatever was happening at his farm was against a bunch of workplace regulations. You did your best to bring the now hyperventilating man to your house without causing too much suspicion, which was noticeable hard to do considering how sketchy it would look to see your neighbor's silhouette dragging something prominently non-human back to their house. Nevertheless, you both made it inside without anybody calling out to you, which you would take as a victory.
First order of business now, get some clothes on the poor man. It was decently into the nighttime now, the poor thing must've been freezing. You told him to sit down near the heating device while you went and got some clothes and blankets for him. You got him one of your old shirts as well as some sweatpants and underwear. While making sure he was comfortable and warm, you started making light conversation just to fill in the air. You weren't sure what to do in a situation like this, so maybe eradicating the silence would make you think better. Your efforts were wasted on him though, as he looked down at his lap with a perfectly sculpted neutral expression.
Deciding to let him be, you got up and cooked the both of you some food. You made sure to avoid steak or dairy products, half out of respect and half out of dumbfoundedness. You sat down next to him and handed him his food, which he immediately dropped. Startled and a bit offended, you asked him why he did that. He responded with that neutral face, perhaps sporting hints of embarrassment, that his muscle function was heavily underused thanks to the abuse he endured back at the farm and that it would take a while before he got full control over his actions. It made you question how he could've made such a sizable hole in your backyard, but you were too tired to question him about it. Your half-asleep mind came up with a brilliant solution to his dilemma, fortunately.
Picking up your fork, you pricked a bit of food and brought it to his lips. Surprised adorned his face for seconds before he hesitantly opened his mouth, allowing you to feed him. You went slow, matching his pace and letting him tell you when he wanted another bite. It was serene, an act of kindness that the hybrid in front of you probably hadn't felt in a long time.
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Giyuu didn't register when his adoration for you intensified to what it was today. He remembered the night when you first met very clearly, as it managed to break down every single prejudice he had about himself in mere hours. You were so gentle with him, so patient and loving, even when he had dropped your food and messed up your backyard. You didn't send him back to that place, you never even pressured him to tell you about it.
By this point, he had been living with you for about a year and a half now; it melted his heart that you wanted him to stay and hadn't kicked him out yet, but it also made his ever-growing feelings for you fester for longer. It scared him, being so close to you. Closeness back at the farm meant he had broken a rule and was about to be punished, it meant torture and nights spent crying until he had no more left to give. Closeness with you, however, felt like home. Home, what a funny word indeed.
He felt close to you when you both sat down by the heating device that night you met, knees almost touching due to the proximity; he felt at home with you when you softly brought food to his lips, letting him know you were willing to cooperate with him in the moment. He felt close to you when he was cowering into your chest because of a nightmare, reduced to a sobbing mess of tears; he felt at home with you when you gently cradled his head in your hands, wiping his tears away and promising that he was safe with you. He felt close to you when he let you touch his horns, bowing his head to you in an act of submission; he felt at home with you when you traced over his horns like they were made out of porcelain, like if the man in front of you deserved nothing but the softest of touches.
You were his home, the place he could run to without judgement, the place where he knew he wouldn't be shunned or thrown away. Naturally, Giyuu wanted to repay you; old habits die hard and this one just happened to be learned back at the farm. He knew that relying on his instinct for this wouldn't get across his point though, so he had to formulate something else.
He thought for days about a variety of presents he could give you, but none of them seemed perfect enough. You had enough home decorations, he couldn't cook all that well to make you something, you had made it clear to him that you didn't want a maid much less try and use him for food, he didn't know how much he wanted to risk going outside with you; there were so many discarded options he was beginning to get overwhelmed. He could always offer you his body, but he wasn't quite sure how to approach that subject. Sex and intimacy back at the farm where basically two different worlds; where there was one, the other couldn't be. He couldn't give you something as bland as a sexual experience, you could get those for less than he was offering you and with much more experienced people.
Why was this so hard? All he had to do was thank you for everything you'd done for him and then give you something in return, why was he fretting so much over this? He looked at you in search for something that might help him figure out what he could give you���and accidently stumbled upon the perfect gift. You were staring at the TV screen, soft eyed and sporting a stupidly lovesick grin, as some movie played on the screen. Said movie just happened to include a couple's first time, and they couldn't have been more awkward about it. Still, the way each touch they made radiated love and adoration was making you giddy. Giyuu saw how much fun the couple seemed to be having, even though they had failed to advance below the waist for the past 45 minutes or so, and could instantly feel his cheeks heating up. Did you want something like this?
It was a little overwhelming, you see. Giving you his all, his most vulnerable, and recieving the same from you? Being treated so gently, so softly, so…human. The image on the screen flashed to a shot of a pair of hands slowly carresing and fondling with the chest of the other, taking time to squeeze them and tease their partner. Giyuu looked back at you and saw you with a slightly darker hue adorning your cheeks. Huh, he might've just found his gift for you…and all thanks to some random Saturday night movie.
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You came home from a night out to a completely silent house. Yeah, Giyuu wasn't known for being loud, but he would at least have something playing in the background while he went about his day. Sometimes you would catch him humming some tune you've never heard before, but it never failed to make your day. You put your bag down, took of your shoes, and traveled deeper into the empty house. Once you reached your bedroom door, you began getting suspicious. Did he run away? Was he unhappy here? Was he playing a prank on you? Did the people looking for him miraculously find him? You hadn't seen him since you set foot in your house and you couldn't distinguish even one sign of life anywhere.
Still, your concern was overpowered by your tiredness, so you promptly entered your bedroom and passed out almost immediately. You swore you would never underestimate how soft your bed could be again; it felt like you were sleeping on a very fluffy cloud. As you dozed off, you failed to notice the door of your bathroom door opening and closing, a figure now ocuppying the space in front of it. Your lost roommate was blinking down at you in confusion; you weren't supposed to fall asleep this early, were you seriously that tired? His plan of recreating the movie scene failed, and that stung a bit, but you looked so comfortable drooling on your pillow that he let you be.
Though, he couldn't help but sit down next to your pillow, pushing his thighs together until they sort or replicated it. He had done his own research, no matter how long it took him to figure out how to work your computer, and found that humans liked resting their head on soft things. And if you asked him, his thighs were pretty soft. Slowly, almost as if he wasn't even moving at all, he managed to position your head on his thighs, moving the pillow away from you. It was a different touch than what he was used to, the blades of the machines never felt quite as soft as your hair on his skin. He looked down at your sleeping face, scrunched up yet so peaceful, and he couldn't stop the strange warmth that invaded his chest. He never understood you fully, but having you here with him was enough for now. Even if he had planned for something completely different, this wasn't so bad either.
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You don't remember your pillow being so warm, and so soft. Slowly shifting to lay on your stomach, you wrapped your arms around your comfortable pillow and snuggled into its warmth.
Oh how you couldn't be more wrong.
Giyuu was both flabbergasted and appreciative. You looked like you were having the best sleep of your life, but the way you hugged onto his hips and how your lips would occationally graze his thighs had him more worked up than he wanted to admit. There was a faint ache in his chest, different from the mushy feeling he felt. This one was a bit more painful, as if something was messing with his chest. He knew that feeling all too well. It was the same feeling he got right before those suctioning cups were placed on his chest.
Maybe, releaving himself a bit wouldn't hurt—at least, not more than the pain he was in right now. Holding in his milk wasn't healthy and, no matter how badly we wanted to keep this from you, he also didn't want to wake you up. So, he relied on his instincts to guide his hand down towards his nipples, a wet stain on the shirt he was wearing. He flicked one of his nipples over the shirt, stain becoming just a tad bit bigger as he could feel the liquid drip down his chest and abdomen. He bit his lips hard, attempting to muffle any noises that fell out of his lips. He swore he didn't sound so sinful back on the farm.
"Ngh~"
You turned back around, laying on your back once more before yawning. You felt something wet fall on your tongue.
Was that…milk?
Your face scrunched, confused as to why your saliva tasted like milk. There was also something dripping on your face. Did you sleepwalk outside again or was there a leak in your roof? You slowly opened your eyes, bothered by the constant droplets on your face which broke the very nice dream you were having. Instead of being greeted by another hole—you were starting to notice a pattern—you were greeted by the sight of Giyuu's chest slightly covering your vision as his hands teased and played with his chest. Your ears, which were apparently not working before, suddenly decided to bless you with the sound of soft moans and wanton whimpers, a few keens here and there when his fingers did a particularly rough motion.
What a wonderful sight to wake up to.
"A-ah! P-please~"
He didn't even know what he was begging for, but it only made his motions become rougher. He was in too deep to notice that you had opened your eyes and had shifted your head off his lap. That is, until he felt your hand on his shoulder. He turned his head towards you, eyes dazed yet holding a twinge of panic. Still, he couldn't stop his fingers from moving across his chest, moaning shamelessly. He was panting like he ran a marathon, chest swollen and a bit heavy.
"Y-you're awake! I have a—mphm!—g-gift for you!"
He managed to get out through his moans. With a not-quite-all-there smile, he pushed his tits together. You could see why they were so heavy now, as milk seemed to endlessly pour down his chest. He leaned forward slightly, allowing a perfect view of his cleavage. He looked up at you with half-lidded eyes, a dumb smile on his face.
"I-I saw how much you seemed to like that—ngh!—s-scene in that m-movie the other day, so…"
Well, he didn't need to tell you twice. He let out a loud keen once you attached your mouth to his nipple, tongue running over the sensitive bud while you teased more milk out of his chest. The sounds he was making were glorious, and you were quite thirsty after that long nap…
Oh well, he'd have to sit still and pretty for a few hours while you got your fill.
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Happy Wipmas! I gotta ask for some Foxjoke Bake for the baking holiday!
12/25/24 WIP Wednesday (CLOSED) | Foxhole Bake AU
“Yours, they gave you the one with the bigger tub.” Andrew says as the two of them made their way up the stairs to the second floor of the inn that they were staying at.
“Yeah?” Neil asks, unable to hide his interest in why Andrew would want to go to the room with the bigger tub. It really could be as simple as wanting the extra room to relax in, Andrew had become a bit of a tub snob since they had bought their first house. The bathroom remodel had taken forever to get started because Andrew had been on the hunt for the ‘holy grail’.
The slight color in Andrew’s ears as he looks away tells him everything he needs to know.
“Is it also because I’m at the end so the bathroom doesn’t share any wa-”
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hometoursandotherstuff · 2 years ago
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Elegant 1920 brownstone in Baltimore, Maryland has 6bd. 5ba. and is listed for $649,900. 
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Isn’t the entrance hall amazing? The foyer is lovely, but the leaded glass inner door, that bench & mirror, the floor & ceiling are all stunning. Love the wainscoting and wallpaper, also. 
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Oh, this is stunning. Look at that ceiling. The curves! The flooring, wainscoting, fireplace and windows are all amazing, and so is the wallpaper. 
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Check out the light fixture on the right.
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Functional pocket doors open to the 2nd sitting room. It’s so artsy. Love that fireplace, crown molding and ceiling medallion.
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What an elegant room.
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This home is just one stunning room after another. The fireplaces and ceilings are incredible. And. look at the chandelier.
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Hall behind the entrance leads to the kitchen.
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Nice, simple remodel. The cabinetry matches the wood in the rest of the home, and they left that wonderful fireplace. How often do you see such a beautiful fireplace in a kitchen?
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Behind the fireplace is this lovely sunny space for dining. 
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Beautiful, spacious vintage guest powder room.
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Wow, this is the right way to restore a vintage bath. Love this so much. I can’t understand why people do modern baths when they reno. This is fabulous. Notice how the green in the tile matches the tub’s paint.
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These rooms just get better. This is gorgeous. I love their choice of paint colors and wallpapers. This room may actually be the dining room.
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Spacious bedroom with an en-suite is so pretty.
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It looks like they may have added a shower in this bathroom that was originally just a 1/2 bath. 
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Another beautiful fireplace. Since older homes sometimes lack closets in the bedrooms, they’ve placed one in the room that matches the flooring.
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This bd. is huge, and so beautiful. 
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Look at the stained glass skylight in the hall.
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Another wonderful vintage bath restoration.
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This home has such beautiful stained glass windows.
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The two remaining of the 6 bds. are sunny and bright and have been refurbished.
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The 5th vintage bath. Every bath is amazing, but I think that this one goes with an apt. in the home.
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This is a small apt. that hasn’t been completely redone.
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The basement is nice, not spooky at all. Looks like there’s a nice storage closet back there, too.
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In love with this home.
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Around the block is a garage which is worth gold in a city, and look at the porch above.
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Passage to the garage.
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Behind the garage is a tiny area that could be a cute place to sit or put a little grill. Not much of a yard, but that’s city life. I’d be happy to have a private area like this.
https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1718-Eutaw-Pl-Baltimore-MD-21217/36488486_zpid/
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bomertheshark · 1 year ago
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The amphibian man x male reader
A fluff short story
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You remember the first time you ever met him, he was alone and confused. You felt bad for him you could tell that he was also on edge from the new environment and everything they were doing to him. You remember the time that you took him home. How he looked so much better when in the tube with salt water. You remember how beautiful he looked and how much more at ease he was now that he was safe. You remember the first night you spent together and all the days you spent together just sitting in each other’s presence. And it was enough, people wouldn’t understand your relationship but that didn't matter to you all that mattered was that you cared for each other and deeply understood one another.
In the present time you were able to move out of the apartment and get a house with a bigger tub so that he was able to have more space to move around. You loved being with him, he seemed to love being with you and once you thought him sign language everything was easier. You learned what he was like before he got captured what he did, and what he liked. You tried bringing photos and books of the things he liked and new things you thought he might have interest in. You enjoyed the simple things in life with him. Being able to remodel the house made things easier as well, you made the bedroom to be incorporated into the bathroom so that you would live with him and share the room as if you were a married couple.
He would always remind you that he loved you and that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. You always had your doubts but he assured you to not worry. You made sure to cater to his every need so that he would be happy. You would do anything for him.
I hope you like this anon I did really enjoy writing it even if it’s short 🤭🫶
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reysdriver · 2 years ago
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Enjoying the first evening in the flat you bought with Remus by eating chocolate cake on the floor — remus x gn!reader fluff
warnings: none :) just some tooth-rotting cake and fluff
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"Are you ready?" Remus asked, holding the key inside the lock to your new flat, waiting to turn it and open the door. 
"Yes! Open it!" You replied, anxious and giddy to experience the feeling of the first day of your life with your boyfriend.
"Alright." He said, turning the key and opening the cherry door, revealing your cosy London flat. 
The flat was small and was definitely in need of a few repairs and some remodelling, but you were both ecstatic about it because it was yours. You let out a small noise of glee as you marvelled at the fact that the flat was now yours, and Remus stared at you with stars in his eyes.  
Remus has always adored how passionate and excited you get at the smallest of things since even before you started dating. He loves how happy you get when you find something you really like, and he was so glad this tiny studio you bought made you excited like that. 
And even though you had been in the building before, the feeling now that you had bought it was unlike any other.
"So you like it?" Your boyfriend asked with a wide grin. 
"I love it!" You said, turning to him and embracing the young man in a tight hug. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." He whispered into your head as you held each other close. 
You separated, and both looked around the nearly empty flat. 
"We'll have to bring in our furniture, maybe buy some new stuff. But, right now, there's a stove, a fridge, and like a bathroom." Remus pointed out. 
Honestly, you wouldn't have cared if the furniture was made out of cat hair. You were just so excited and awestruck that you were inside your new home with your amazing boyfriend. 
"I'm going to make us a cake." You declared with a smile on your face. "To celebrate us and our new home."
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After a half hour or so, you pulled your freshly made cake out of the oven, which was practically the only appliance in your new home. The cake was steaming hot, but you were both impatient, and used a bit of magic to cool down. As it cooled even more, you got started on making a quick chocolate frosting while Remus watched while holding you close from behind. 
Once you had finished mixing the frosting, you scooped out a small spoonful and held it up to Remus' mouth, offering him a taste. He refused to let his large hands leave its wrap around your hips, instead he just leant into your hand and licked the spoon. 
"You won't even let go to taste the frosting?" You asked him. 
"Nope. Just want to hold you like this."
You let out a small giggle as you leaned back into his chest some more. "You're going to have to let go in a second when I frost the cake."
"Ugh." He sighed, letting go of you. "But, I'll be back."
"I don't doubt it." You giggled, moving the bowl of frosting to the cake and starting to decorate it. 
You decided to go with a simple design ⁠—⁠ mainly because you just moved in and didn't have any decorating supplies — of just some plain swirls of the chocolate frosting made with a spoon on the sides of the cake. You also tried to hurry it along since you saw Remus beside you, impatiently eyeing both you and the dessert like a child at a candy store. 
"Here it is." You said, flashing your boyfriend a smile as you grabbed two plates, two forks, and a knife out of one of your boxes. 
"I just realised, we don't even have a table yet." Remus commented, looking around the empty kitchen of your even emptier flat. 
"So?" You said, handing him the first slice. "We have the floor."
"We're just going to eat on the floor?"
"Why not?"
You sat down cross-legged on the ground, placing your plate beside you as you held up a hand to invite Remus to sit with you. He agreed, slowly dropping down to your level. 
"Okay, you need to have the first bite." You insisted, looking at him with a lovesick excitement in your eyes. 
He took a bite happily, and his eyes widened as he tasted it. 
"How is it?" You asked him nervously. 
"Love, this is the best cake I've ever had."
"Really?" You beamed. 
"Absolutely, I love it. I love you."
You sat up a bit to reach him and place a loving kiss on his neck before promptly starting to eat your slice of cake.
You stared even more at him as you both ate the fresh dessert on the floor of your new place, and you just couldn't help but admire everything about him. 
"I don't think I've ever been more in love with you than I am right now." You said, seemingly out of nowhere. You just felt the need to say exactly what you were thinking. 
"Eating chocolate cake on the floor of our kitchen that has yet to be furnished?" 
"Eating chocolate cake with you on the floor of our new home." You said, fixing what he had said. "Don't make it sound like nothing, I love this." 
You leaned over, kissing him on the cheek as he swallowed a bite of cake, his eyes fixated on you. 
"And I love you." You added, then sat back down. 
"Marry me." He said softly. 
"What?" You asked with a small chuckle, not sure if he was being serious or not. 
He set down his plate beside the two of you and knelt in front of you, gently moving your head so your gaze would follow him. He took your hands into his as he spoke softly to you. 
"Love, I want to marry you." He promised. "I've never been more in love with you, and I want to stay like this forever. I want you to make me your husband. I want you to be mine, and I yours, for the rest of our lives. (y/n), will you marry me?" 
You honestly still couldn't believe what was happening, but you snapped out of your racing thoughts to give him your immediate answer. 
"Yes, yes, of course! Oh my, Remus, absolutely, yes!" You said excitedly, positively beaming at the prospect of having Remus as your husband. 
You dropped your almost-empty plate to the ground as you practically leapt up to shower him with kisses. You straddled his lap and wrapped your arms around him, as he enclosed your torso in a similar embrace. 
"Rem, you have no idea how long I've been wanting you to ask me that." You said, taking a breath in between kisses. 
He smiled and looked into your eyes, mesmerised by you. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to ask you that"
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angelsanarchy · 11 months ago
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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N One-Shot Series PRT 31
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The next time Jack and Y/n hung out, they spent an entire Saturday together. Jack said he needed to go into town to find some things for the the art studio of his father's that he turned into an office for himself as well as some tiles for a bathroom remodel. Y/n told him that they could make a day of it by going to the farmer's market for breakfast and run errands all day.
"Are you sure this counts as a date? I mean we're literally shopping." Jack looked over at Y/n who laughed.
"I don't need to be wined and dined every time. We're spending time together. That's enough for me." She explained. Jack tried to think about all the times he had taken someone on a date. It never felt this simple. He always felt like it had to be some big dramatic show to prove his infatuation with someone. Thing's just felt easier with Y/n.
"What color tile are you thinking for the bathroom?" Y/n looked at the colored tile wall and back at him.
"I'm not sure. I was thinking something simple but easy to keep clean." Jack walked up next to her and she casually put her arm into his without thinking and shifted her weight, carefully pushing him to the side.
"What about blue? This one matches your eyes." She pointed at one and he picked it up.
"Is the bathroom floor matching my eyes a good thing?" He asked jokingly.
"You don't want to take a shit and think, wow my eyes are really pretty." Y/n teased.
"Can I help you?" A young girl spoke up wearing an apron. Jack smiled at her and Y/n dropped her arm from his own as she continued to browse.
"I'm looking for tile for a bathroom remodel." Jack explained.
"Most remodeling companies bring you tile samples-"
"He's doing the remodel himself." Y/n spoked up not even bother to look.
"Oh wow. I should have guessed. Someone as handsome as you would have to be good with his hands." The girl flirted and Jack smirked before glancing back at Y/n who chuckled.
"I appreciate the kind words. Do you think I could get a enough tiles for this dimension in this blue color?" He tried not to flirt back and she brushed his fingers with hers as she took the slip of paper from him.
"Let me see what we've got in the back." She bit her lip before sauntering off. Jack looked at Y/n who looked over at him.
"Look at you, getting some action shopping for tiles." She nudged him with her shoulder and he rolled his eyes.
"I imagine she makes commission if I drop a ton of money on tile." Jack brushed it off and Y/n's attention was on him.
"You seriously don't see yourself, do you?" Y/n reached up and pushed his hair out of his face.
"I know I'm not awful to look at, I just...I kind of feel like the bullshit that comes with me sort of outweighs that." He joked but Y/n shook her head.
"We've all got baggage babe. You think women see an attractive guy and think he's got no issues at all!?!" She said making him laugh.
"Does it bother you that she flirted with me?" He asked curiously as the girl started approaching with a big box of tile.
"Thank you so much! This will look perfect for the bathroom." Y/n looked into the box and the girl kept her eyes on Jack.
"Is this your sister?" She asked still not looking at Y/n.
"Do we look related?! That's great! We're redoing the bathroom to make sibling porn and I just thought this was such a perfect color." Y/n said making the girls eyes go wide. She was visibly embarassed and Jack paid for the tile in shock as they walked out trying not to laugh in the girls face.
"You're awful in the best way. Poor girl is never going to be able to look at that tile ever again without thinking of sibling porn." Jack laughed.
"That's what she gets for flirting with a guy while he's out with another girl. Plus, whose to say we couldn't film something on this new tile." Y/n helped him load the tile into the trunk before they started towards the farmers market, hand in hand.
It felt good to be able to hold her hand, to walk around among strangers and have her attached to him as she greeted people he had never met before. She gave his hand a little squeeze every time he introduced himself and the interaction went well, almost like she was proud that he was being social. He felt like it wasn't so hard to take a deep breath among strangers when he had her hand in his.
They picked up a few different things before they headed back to his house and she helped him lug all the groceries into the kitchen.
"I need a freaking nap...want to lay down with me for a little bit?" Jack asked still holding onto Y/n's hand as he headed up the steps. She pulled back slightly and he turned to face her as she stood at the bottom.
"You did good today. I'm proud of you." She smiled up at him.
"You're proud of me for going out in public? I'm starting to think I'm much worse of a shut in than I thought." He joked but Y/n played with his fingers inbetween her own.
"I wanted to give you something if you aren't too exhausted, you social butterfly." She lets go of his hands and starts to work on the button and zipper of his jeans. Jack's eyebrows went up as he stared at her.
"Like...here? On the steps?" Jack questioned and Y/n smiled.
"Is this okay?" She asked pausing her hands for a moment and he nodded as she pulled on his jeans until his underwear slid down and his half-hard cock flopped out.
"I wasnt...you don't have-" Y/n looked up from the step she was kneeling on and smiled.
"Are you going to make me beg to suck your cock Jack?" She asked sweetly before giving the tip the sweetest kiss making him shiver. She watched how his body reacted to her mouth on him and his hands gripped the banister when she took him all the way into her mouth.
"Oh- fuck.." He had one hand on the banister and the other on the top of Y/n's head. She bobbed her mouth, sucking him in and letting him hit the back of her throat repeatedly. Jack wanted to make a comment about her not having a gag reflex but he couldn't focus on anything except how good her mouth felt sucking and moaning around him.
She pulled off and rolled his balls in the palm of her hand while stroking him with the other.
"Do you need to hold onto the banister?" She asked drool and precum dripping from her lips as Jack looked down at her.
"Wh-no? Why?" He asked out of breath.
"I want you to fuck my throat Jack. Use my throat to cum as hard as you can down my throat." She let go of him and put his free hand back on her head. He took his hand off the banister and was now gripping her skull as he fucked into mouth so hard, he could finally feel the retraction of her throat around him. He whimpered and whined curses as Y/n held onto his thighs tightly to steady him as he skull fucked her into oblivion.
"Oh god...fuck I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum." He whined out almost in tears until he cum so hard, his vision went hot white. Y/n held his legs tighter so he wouldn't fall and he let out a small cry as he emptied himself. When she pulled her mouth off of him, he looked down and watched her wipe the cum from her lips and swallow is with a smile. She pulled his underwear up and took his hands into hers trying to help him balance himself.
"You okay?" She asked as he clenched his eyes shut for a moment.
"I don't know if I can move." He said slowly opening his eyes.
"Might help if you open your eyes first." She chuckled. He opened his eyes and smiled seeing her smiling at him.
"I have to go home for a bit but you go take a nap and I'll be back for dinner." She stepped up a stair and kissed him carefully so he wouldn't fall over before walking back down the stairs and heading out the front door. Jack stood jelly-legged for a moment, his jeans around his ankles before he plopped down on the step and tried to catch his breath.
A huge part of him was seriously falling in love with this girl and he knew there was no way in stopping it.
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mymultiverse00 · 1 year ago
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Left Behind
This is my first ever Twilight story. I hope you like it!
There are no hiding spots for humans in Volterra Castle, especially when considering its residents. Oh, I can find a dark corner to huddle in for a little while or even go outside to bask in the blazing hot sunshine, but no matter where I go, someone will always find me. They follow my voice, or my scent, or the sound of my wheelchair on the ancient stone floors, and like magic, any hope I had for some blissful solitude is completely shattered. But today is different. Today there are visitors in the castle from far away covens, and suddenly, no one around me can spare me a second glance, not even my mate. That part hurts the most.
I met my mate only six months ago while working in town at the old Volterra library. At the time, I had no real home, no living family, and really, no hope. I was barely eking out a living, limited by both my mobility and my inability to speak the local language. I was depressed and crippled by low self-esteem and severe anxiety. I barely had the will to go on, but then I met Marcus, and everything changed.
Every day for three months the tall, somber man visited me at the library, and slowly the two of us developed a relationship that blossomed into love. He confessed his feelings and his secret one rainy night in my tiny apartment and offered me a future I couldn’t possibly turn down. He moved me into his home and introduced me to his family, and never once was my disability an issue for him. In fact, he went out of his way to make things easier for me. Every day he told me he loved me, and brick by brick, he helped me rebuild my self-confidence and push the depression away.
As soon as I agreed to move in, Marcus started renovating and redecorating his rooms, adding low-profile furniture and other accessible fixtures. He remodeled the bathroom completely, adding grab bars and a roll-in shower with a sturdy teakwood bench across the back wall. He brought in a new bed that had the ability to be raised and lowered at will, along with a mountain of pillows designed to take pressure off my back, hips, and knees, and never once complained about his own discomfort.
He also considered my other human needs, expanding doorways and lowering work surfaces, creating unobstructed pathways to the garden and conservatory, and even convincing Aro to hire a full-time chef to cook my meals. He made it very clear that he wanted to make the remainder of my human life as simple as possible and would stop at nothing to make me happy.
There was only one thing he couldn’t change, however, and I have a hard time holding it against him: the stairs. Volterra Castle is full of ancient stone staircases everywhere you look. Stairs going up to Athenadora and Sulpicia’s rooms; stairs going down to the kitchen and the activity room for the lower guard; stairs keeping me firmly planted on the first floor of the castle at all times.
Normally, stairs are not a huge issue. Marcus took great delight in lifting me up into his strong arms in order to ferry me anywhere I wanted to go. He would loop my arms securely around his neck and pick me up like a bride, sneaking kisses and snuggles all along the way. I would giggle girlishly at his roguish behavior, and he would smile, and maybe we would be late to our destination if we ever made it at all. Today, however, the stairs won.
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The morning had been a busy one, with everyone buzzing around the castle, preparing for the arrival of some very important guests. Marcus and his brothers were holding a summit of sorts, and covens from all over Europe would be arriving at noon for two days of festivities. There would be a grand reception this afternoon and evening, and after the meetings ended tomorrow, there would be a lavish ball. This was the first time I would be introduced to such a large group as Marcus’s mate, so I was extremely nervous, but my love had assured me that I would be welcomed by all.
Or at least I would have been, had I been in the throne room with the rest of the group. Somehow, in all the excitement of handshaking and backslapping during the arrival of our guests, everyone forgot about the half dozen steps required to enter the gathering hall, subsequently forgetting about me too.
After 45 minutes of rolling back and forth in front of the doors and occasionally speaking Marcus’s name out loud, hoping to catch his attention, I decided to give up. Obviously, he was too busy to miss my presence, as were Aro, Caius, my sisters, or my friends in the guard. My feelings were hurt, undoubtedly, but seeing no other option, I decided to return to my room and wait for someone to realize I was absent.
No one noticed.
Hours went by without a peep. No one came to look for me, and no one brought me dinner either. I couldn’t get to the kitchen myself because of the goddamned stairs, so there was nothing left for me to do but stay exactly where I was, hidden in the furthest corner of my room’s veranda, trying not to be hungry and trying not to sob out loud as I cried. My heart was aching as the heavy feeling of abandonment settled over me, and my old friend, self-loathing, started creeping in. The next several hours were filled with ugly thoughts and horrible sadness, and though I wanted to resist that darkness, it completely overwhelmed me once more.
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It was nearly midnight when I finally heard my mate’s frantic voice calling out for me from our shared bedroom.
“Y/N!” Marcus called, a hint of desperation in his tone. “Y/N? Where are you my love?”
“Out here, Marcus,” I replied listlessly, barely raising my voice as I knew he could hear me. I was mentally and physically drained from the emotional upheaval of the day and made no real effort to emerge from my safe little hiding spot. I could hear how upset I had made him, and I was unsure if I could face him just then.
“My darling!” He cried, finally spotting me and speeding quickly to my side. His eyes quickly scanned me for injury. “Where have you been, little one? I couldn’t find you.”
I looked down at my hands as I answered him, too afraid to look into his eyes. “I’ve been here, Marcus. All day.”
“But why, tresoro?” He took my hands in his. “Did you not want to meet our guests? Many of them came here just to see you.” I could tell he was disappointed in me and my heart broke just a little bit more.
“I-I-I… did want to…” I stammered, “But I couldn’t. There was no way for me to get into the throne room, Marcus. I was left behind,” I concluded quietly, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall.
“Left behind?” He questioned.
“Yes.” I paused. “How long, Marcus?” I asked dejectedly.
“How long for what, Y/N? I don’t understand.”
“How long did it take for you to realize I wasn’t there with you, Marcus? 2 hours? 4?”
He closed his eyes as it finally started to sink in. “Y/N, I’m…”
“Disappointed in me?” I whispered. “I understand. I’m sorry, Marcus. I have not been a very good mate to you today, and I have shamed you. I understand why you and the others did not look for me. I have not been an asset to the family.” Tears streamed freely down my face as I tried to apologize for my shortcomings.
“Y/N, no. Please don’t cry.” Marcus begged, crouching down to my level as he tried to comfort me. “It is I who should apologize. It is my duty to look out for you and to protect you. I have failed in that today; I should have remembered you needed help with the steps. There were so many people, and I got caught up….”
“I thought you didn’t want me anymore.” I interrupted with a sob. “No one came for me all day, and I thought I had done something wrong! Maybe I have become too much of a burden on you..”
“Never, amore!” He said with conviction, bending his head low to kiss my hands.
“But it’s true, Marcus! I know it is! Every day you are forced to do things you would never typically do, all because of me,” I said sadly. “You’re the King of Volterra, Marcus! And I have you spending your days babysitting me. You help me in and out of bed; you help me dress; hell, you’ve even had to help me in the shower a time or two! You’re forced to carry me around this castle all day long - and my wheelchair - because I can’t even get myself to the kitchen to feed myself. I’m asking you for too much, and I don’t want you to resent me for it.” My tears were hot and burned my cheeks as they continued to fall. “I’m sorry for disappointing you.”
“Oh, Y/N,” he soothed. “Come here, darling.” He scooped me out of my wheelchair and into his arms, hugging me tightly to his chest. “Y/N, my heart, I love you! More than anything in the world. You are my mate, and I do all of those things you mentioned before because I want to. I am honored that you allow me to help you throughout the day, and you could never be a burden to me. If anyone should be apologizing here, it should be me! I disappointed you today, and I am sincerely sorry for that. I never want you to feel left behind or unwanted again, and I will spend the rest of our eternity making up for my error today. I will also speak to our contractor about adding some wheelchair ramps where we can and an elevator as well. I should have done so long ago.” He wiped my tears away with the sleeve of his robe. “Can you forgive me, sweetheart? I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
I nodded slowly against his chest, taking in deep, ragged breaths in an attempt to calm my feelings. I love him so much that not forgiving him was never really an option for me. After a long time, I spoke to him again.
“Marcus?” I asked quietly. “Do you think things will be different… after you change me?”
He smiled at me, gently moving some stray hair out of my eyes before he spoke. He sighed softly, resting his forehead against my own. “I don’t know for sure, my precious one. We have seen vampire venom heal a number of injuries and ailments in the past, sometimes even snatching someone back from the brink of death, like dear Jane and Alec. Every change is different, darling. I want you to know, however, that no matter what the outcome of yours, Y/N, I will always love you and will work to keep you by my side forever.”
“The world’s first vampire in a wheelchair.” I scoffed. “Some claim to fame.”
“How about ‘Queen of Volterra, Mate of King Marcus’ for a claim to fame?” He suggested, gazing at me adoringly.
“That could work,” I giggled, moving to bring our lips together in a tender kiss. “I’m sorry I let my anxiety get the best of me, Marcus.”
“And I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me, my darling girl. Now, I know it’s late, but we need to get some food for you, and then I believe I can come up with some more… creative ways to apologize to you. Interested?”
“Always.”
The end
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shingekinohyrulewrites · 4 months ago
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Fluff n Dry
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While doing laundry in your apartment's building, you encounter a cutie.
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Sometimes being an adult had its perks.
You spent forty hours a week slaving away at your office job, and while you left feeling exhausted, the pay for it was great. After your promotion, you had stopped living paycheck to paycheck and eating crappy food to actually having leftover money to enjoy being an adult. You began putting aside money, and eventually you were able to move out of your parent’s place and get your own apartment.
The apartment you had moved into was a ten minute drive from your job, which was in the Downtown portion of the city you had grown up in. You were just outside Downtown, which meant you got to avoid all of the crazy traffic and commotion but close enough that you could walk and be part of the social life there. The apartment itself was swanky, recently remodeled to have a modern, luxurious feel. You were in a one bedroom apartment with a great view of the city skyline, and you spent your mornings on the patio sipping on your coffee as you watched the morning unfold below you.
Despite living in a nice neighborhood, you had yet to meet any of your neighbors. The neighbors to your left in 308 had introduced themselves the day you had moved in, asking if you had any dietary preferences before bringing you cookies later that night. They were a couple about your age, and they always made an effort to talk to you the few times you bumped into them. Beyond that, you had no idea who the other people living around you were. You mostly kept to yourself, often leaving in the morning and arriving at dinnertime. If you did see anyone, you stuck to simple hellos before shuffling into your unit.
A lot of your friends and coworkers were surprised you didn’t know your neighbors. You were quick to point out that they lived in a house, where you lived in an apartment.
“If I could actually afford a house of course I would get to know my neighbors!” you had argued.
“Apartment neighbors are nice to know,” your cubicle mate had frowned. “You never know when you might need a favor.”
“Yeah, what if an emergency happens!” your other coworker had echoed. “What are you going to do?”
You had ignored their suggestions, enjoying your solitude in your apartment. You had developed a routine that you really enjoyed, and it was nice to have a space to yourself. The only thing you disliked was that you had to rely on a communal laundry room that was a bit of a walk from your unit. Your Mom had bought a cute laundry cart for you to wheel so you wouldn’t have to struggle with dragging your dirty clothes back and forth. Since you often went out on Saturdays, Sundays were the days you did laundry and cleaned your apartment. You would sleep in, stretching lazily before stumbling into your bathroom and starting your day.
Since moving in, you had been really lucky with the laundry room. It was rare that you had to wait for a machine to open up, so you immediately got to loading it. It was a little over a month since you had moved in, and your luck continued. You hummed to yourself as you began loading up the machine, going through your favorite breakfast spots to order some breakfast.
It was rare that anyone came in while you were in the laundry room, so you were surprised when you heard footsteps behind you. Instinctively, you glanced over your shoulder.
A man had walked in, and you quickly decided he was probably the handsomest man you had ever seen. He was tall and broad, his shoulders stretching out the plain blue tee he wore. His black hair was cut short, his bangs brushing against the top of his forehead. A pair of intense blue eyes were staring at you, a slight frown touching his dark brows. Your eyes took in the rest of his face, admiring his narrow nose and full lips before following the sharp curve of his jaw.
Yeah, this man was the hottest man you had ever seen, and just your type.
He greeted you with a simple good morning, his voice deep and rumbling from his chest. You blinked, staring back at him as your brain tried to formulate some sort of response that made sense.
Have you mentioned that his man was hot?
You slowly turned back to your machine, your hands forgetting how to grab clothing all of a sudden. From the corner of your eye, you could see him examining the machine at the other end of the room. Now that you were done admiring him (for now), you realized he had a basket of his own clothes. You turned your head slightly to stare at his basket, a tall one that seemed to be filled with workout clothes.
Well that explains why he’s so buff.
“Do you need some help?”
His head snapped towards you, frowning slightly again before nodding.
“Sorry. I don’t usually do laundry here.”
You shook your head.
“No need to apologize! I can help you if you want.”
When he didn’t object, you put your clothing down and walked over to him. You had to crane your neck to look up at him, and you realized he was much more handsome up close.
“You have two choices to pay. You can do it the old fashioned way with quarters or download the app.”
“These machines have an app?”
You laughed. “Yeah, we’ve come a long way.”
He asked if you could help him find the app on his phone’s app store and you walked him step-by-step on installing it and getting his account set up. Once you were done, he thanked you before apologizing again.
“Like I said, no need to apologize! It really wasn’t a bother.”
You finished loading up the machines before he did. You turned to give him one last look before leaving.
“Enjoy the rest of your day!”
He replied with a quick you too before turning back to begin pouring detergent. You admired him one last time before walking back to your unit.
***
When your coworkers asked about your weekend, you immediately brought up Laundry Room Guy. After you finished describing him, they both let out longing sighs.
“He sounds perfect,” your cubicle mate gushed.
“He is!” you agreed. “He’s seriously just my type.”
“Well, he obviously must live on your floor if he’s using that laundry room,” your other coworker said.
“Wait, didn’t you say he hadn’t used the machines before?”
You nodded. “Yeah, I helped him with using them.”
“Hmmm, maybe he was just visiting?” your cubicle mate frowned. “Oh no, what if his girlfriend lives there?”
“Why would you say that?!” your other coworker cried.
“Well, if I see him again I guess I can find out!”
That Sunday was lonely, with no sight of him in the laundry room or in the hallway. You reported back to your coworkers, who were just as sad as you. Sunday came again, and you were lugging your clothes and blankets down to the laundry room. This time, however, you were surprised (and glad!) to see the cute guy there again.
“Good morning,” you greeted him.
He turned his head to glance at you over his shoulder.
“Oh, it’s you. Morning.”
His eyes flickered over to your cart before his brows creased in concern.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I see you have a lot this time. I’ve been up for a while, I’m almost done.”
“It’s alright,” you smiled. “I can start one load at least.”
The room was silent as you began loading up the machine while his whirred in the spin cycle. By the time you finished, his machine had finished and you were able to put your blankets in it.
“Thank you again for your help last time.”
“Of course, it wasn’t a big deal.”
The both of you stood there awkwardly for a moment before you cleared your throat and spoke.
“Have you just moved into the building? Is that why you were having a hard time with the machine?”
He opened his mouth to respond but you panicked.
“I’m sorry! I hope it’s okay to ask that!”
It was his turn to laugh, and you were drawn to the sound.
“I’m not home often. I travel a lot for work, but I’m basically done working for a while.”
“Oh? What do you do?”
“I’m a professional volleyball player.”
Your eyes went wide. “Oh, wow! That’s so cool!”
“The volleyball center I train at is close by, so I live here. The season is done so I’m just here now.”
Well, it made sense why he was so buff now! Your eyes quickly trailed down his arms, noting the veins running down his skin. His hands were nice, and you admired his long fingers.
“How about you?”
Your eyes flickered up to meet his.
“Oh, I just work an office job. I got promoted recently, so I’m finally able to afford my own place.”
“That’s great. Congratulations.”
He began to gather his laundry and walked towards the door.
“It was nice talking to you. I hope I get to see you around.”
“Likewise. Have a great day.”
You waited until you heard his footsteps recede before letting out a quiet squeal and doing a little happy dance.
***
When you gave your coworkers the update, they were squealing just as much as you had been.
“You have to ask him out!” your cubicle mate exclaimed.
“Wouldn’t that be too direct?” you pouted.
“Maybe he’s into that?” your other coworker shrugged.
“He gives me the impression that he likes to take charge,” you sighed.
“Well, that may benefit you later down the line if you know what I mean.”
While you had been excited to share the update, your week was anything but. Your boss had asked if you could do overtime all week, and you had told him it was fine. You slaved away, eyes burning from looking at the screen as you typed furiously away at your keyboard. Dinner was fast food, and you ate before crawling into bed and repeating the cycle.
You had been hoping to leave early Friday, but you did overtime and left work late. You wanted to take a shower and order some takeout while watching your comfort show on the couch. Since it was so late there was no traffic, and you were thankful that the drive was relatively short. You dragged your feet as you walked through your garage, pushing the elevator button and feeling your eyes get heavy while you waited for it.
The hallway was empty, and you continued your slow pace towards your door. You yawned loudly, fumbling with your keys to find your door key. The keys slipped from your hands, tumbling to the floor. Cursing to yourself, you were about to bend down to grab them when you heard a voice.
“Let me get that for you.”
You looked up to see Laundry Room guy walking towards you. He quickly bent down and handed you your keys.
“Thank you.”
"Are you just getting home from work?” he frowned.
“Er, yeah. I had a deadline to meet, so I had to stay late.”
You quickly took in his appearance, noting the duffle bag hanging from his shoulder.
“It looks like you had a late night, too.”
“A few of my teammates wanted to play a practice match for fun. Even though we aren’t in volleyball season, we still meet up to play often.”
“That sounds fun,” you smiled.
There was a pause. He reached up to rub the back of his neck nervously as he cleared his throat.
“Have you . . . had dinner yet?”
You blinked up at him.
“Er, no I haven’t.”
“Would it be appropriate if I asked you to come and have dinner at my place? My treat.”
“I would love to,” you beamed at him.
It turned out he lived five units to your right. He opened his door, flicking on the lights and stepping aside so you could enter. His apartment was bare but neat, an obvious sign that he wasn’t home often. You slid your shoes off and walked into his kitchen, placing your purse on the counter before turning to look back at him.
“I just realized I don’t know your name.”
He paused, slowly turning to look at you.
“Huh, you’re right. I’m Kageyama Tobio.”
You quietly gave him your name. He smiled.
“That’s a really nice name.”
He walked over to his couch and sat down, gesturing for you to do the same. You sat on the opposite end, watching as he pulled his phone out and opened Postmates.
“What are you craving? Like I said, my treat.”
The two of you scrolled through each option, weighing the pros and cons before settling on Chinese food. The app informed you the food would be arriving in half an hour, so you both got comfy.
“Thank you so much for this,” you said. “I really appreciate it.”
“Of course. It’s the least I can do since you were a help with laundry.”
You laughed. “You’re still going on about that?!”
“Well, we have a laundry service for the laundry team during the season.”
“That’s fancy,” you mused.
He laughed, shaking his head.
“It’s really not. A lot of my clothes always get mixed up with my teammates.”
The conversation shifted to your job, and you informed him about your responsibilities and duties. He listened intently as you spoke, nodding occasionally and asking questions when he was confused. You began talking about your coworkers, which made him smile.
“It sounds like you have awesome coworkers.”
“They are! I wouldn’t survive without them.”
Kageyama’s phone pinged, and he swiped open his screen.
“Looks like the food’s on its way. Let me grab some plates for us.”
Just as Kageyama had finished putting the plates out, there was a knock at his door. You went to open it, taking the food from the worker and thanking them. You moved over to the table and set the bag down, untying the knot and placing the food out.
“Thank you again for this, Kageyama.”
“Of course.”
He glanced between the table and his coffee table.
“Um, do you want to watch a movie or something?”
Your heart was pounding as you carried your food over to the coffee table. Kageyama settled beside you, clearing his throat as he turned on the TV and clicked on Netflix. The first movie recommended to him was one you had been wanting to watch, so he selected it. You both ate in silence as the movie began playing the credits. Suddenly, he reached for the remote and paused it.
“I hope you know this isn’t, like, a Netflix and chill thing!”
You blinked, cheeks burning as you turned to look at him.
“N-no! It’s . . . no, it’s okay!”
He couldn’t look at you as he spoke.
“I’m sorry, I just . . . I like you, and I don’t want to make things awkward between us, and I definitely don’t want you to think I’m trying to take advantage of you.”
You gently placed your hand over his.
“Kageyama, relax. I like you too. I wasn’t, like, weirded out by any of this.”
“Wait, you . . . like me?”
You laughed. “Since the moment you walked into the laundry room.”
Your words seemed to relax him. He gave a slow nod before grabbing the remote and hitting play.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
“It’s okay,” you giggled.
Once the both of you finished eating, he paused the movie to clean up before the two of you settled onto the couch. He had looked at you hesitantly before he leaned towards you.
“Um, can I put my arm around you?”
“Please,” you whispered.
Kageyama was careful as he placed his arm around your shoulder, gently tugging you towards him. You sighed, relaxing into his touch as you rested your head on his shoulder. He froze for a second before slowly relaxing, grabbing the remote and hitting play. The two of you sat side by side, watching the movie and making occasional comments. Even though it was late, he started another movie.
However, the food plus the tiredness of work began to creep up on you. Your eyes began to get heavy, your head dipping forward as you began to slip into sleep. Kageyama shifted, and you immediately sat up straight.
“Lay down. You can sleep on my lap.”
He glanced down at your work clothes and frowned.
“Wait here.”
He disappeared into his bedroom and returned with a T-shirt and sweats.
“Why don’t you get comfortable? You can change out here, I need to use the bathroom.”
The clothes were very large on you, but they smelled like Kageyama. When he returned he sat back down and you immediately laid your head on his lap. It didn’t take long before you were asleep.
When you awoke, the room was completely dark. Kageyama was snoring quietly above you, his head leaning back against the couch. You smiled, making yourself comfortable before falling asleep again.
You woke up to sunlight and a cold couch. Kageyama was gone, and you were about to pout before you heard movement in the kitchen. You sat up, groggy, as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.
“Sorry, did I wake you?”
You shook your head. “No, not at all.”
“I . . . haven’t done groceries in a while. Do you want to go get breakfast?”
“I can cook us breakfast, but we have to go to my place this time.”
He grinned.
“Something tells me this might be a habit we won’t be able to break.”
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bbybearcubbs · 1 year ago
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New Neighbor - Nice To Meet You
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〖Warning/s〗⪼ Lots of focus on Han's beauty (BEWARE - he's gorgeous), that's all tbh.
〖Genre〗⥤ Fluff ☑ Angst ☐ Suggestive ☐
〖Stray Kids〗⥤ Neighbor!Jisung x Reader
〖Status〗⥤ Ongoing {Word Count: 2K }
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Description: You recently moved into a new neighborhood. A wonderful house with rent so cheap it was too good to be true. You were really questioning whether life was playing with you because meeting Han Jisung also seemed to good to be true.
Network/s: @kflixnet
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Your new house was a two bedroom home with a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom. Granted it was a two story house with another home right above you. A simple example would be saying it was just 1 one story house placed on top of another.
You knew you'd have upstairs neighbors, which was completely fine with you. You just had to hope they would be respectful enough to acknowledge you lived downstairs and not to be too noisy. And it would seem your luck hadn't run out.
Your first month of living there and you didn't hear a peep from them. You had taken a small container of chocolate chip cookies upstairs to introduce yourself but they didn't seem to be home.
You tried again the next day but they weren't there either. Assuming they were just very busy and always out, you stopped going and eventually forgot about introducing yourself.
It'd been almost two months since you've been living there. By now you had completely remodeled the second room into a small studio for your streams and you'd actually forgotten you were supposed to have neighbors. They just never seemed to be home. Until today that is.
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I was in my backyard removing my dried laundry from the clothes line. My headphones were blasting Tomorrow by Together's most recent song "Do It Like That" which was a collaboration between them and The Jonas Brothers.
I was humming the song, completely ignoring the rest of the world around me. Once I was finished I picked up my basket of clothes, the song coming to an end. The familiar sound of the automated low power warning rang through my ears and I groaned looking up at the sky. Why did it need to charge now? I stood there for a moment taking in the beautiful view above me.
I slowly turned, wanting to get a full 360 view of the sky. It was beautiful today. Halfway around my eyes landed on the balcony above my backdoor. The one belonging to my upstairs neighbors. I stared for a moment, blinking away the initial shock of what I was seeing. There was someone up there. A man leaned against the balcony railings. He was very pretty, kinda beautiful actually and he was looking at me and waving.
I take off my headphones, dropping them around my neck. The man immediately spoke. "Can you hear me now?" He asked with a chuckle. His voice was soft but also deep. His voice is really nice.
"Oh I'm sorry! Were you calling me?" I asked, walking closer to the balcony. "Yes I was, only for a little while though" the man replied. I set my basket down at my feet and looked back up at him.
"You're my new neighbor right?" He asked, looking down at me. His curly brown hair falling over his eyes. Who's messy curls ever look that good? "I wouldn't say I'm new" I say sarcastically. "There's a slight chance I've been living here for almost two months" I add, sticking my thumbs in my jeans pockets. The man laughed, pushing his curls back with his hands. That was attractive. Why was that attractive? "Right, right" he says.
"So were you deliberately ignoring me when I came to your door or?...." I ask rocking back and forth on my heels. "What? No no- I wasn't at home" he exclaimed standing up straight. "I was on vacation the last 3 months'' he says and I let out a silent 'O' "So you weren't just super quiet" I said and the man laughed again. "I've been told I'm not the quietest person ever" he begins. "But I'm not horrible to live with'' he finishes with a smile. His eyes are smiling too, pretty...
I closed the door behind me when I got inside. My bedroom leads to the laundry room and the laundry room leads to my back yard. I open the door to my room and place the basket of clothes at the foot of my bed. I quickly plug my headphones in and place them on my desk.
I returned his smile without even realizing it. "I'll be the judge of that neighbor" I say, bending down and picking up my basket. "It's Han" I heard as I straightened up again. I look up and tilt my head slightly. "I'm Han Jisung," he smiles. "Y/n" I say smiling. "Nice to meet you Han Jisung" I grin before walking inside.
Just then the doorbell rings. I wasn't expecting anyone so I had who was at my door but I went to answer it anyway. "Coming!" I yell and open the door. "O-oh Hi" I was a little surprised to see Jisung standing at my door. "Howdy" he grins and I had to grip the doorknob tighter to stop from fainting. His smile is so much prettier up close.
"Can I come in?" He asks after an unnecessarily long moment of silence passes. "Yes- yeah come in" I stammer stepping to the side. Why am I so embarrassing? Jisung comes in and it's then I realize how much taller he is than me. I close the door and then turn towards Jisung.
"Woah…I love what you did with the place" he says turning to face me, staring down at me after doing a 360 scan of my home. "Thanks" I say, nervously scratching my neck, unsure what to do. "Can I?..." He asks and I follow his arm that's gesturing towards my couch. "Oh sure! Go ahead" I say. "Thanks!" Jisung says before dropping himself onto my couch.
"Woah…" he mumbles, sinking into the cushions. "Your couch is so soft" he says, sighing softly. "Yeah I know, this set is a gift from my granny" I say with a chuckle. Cute. "Your grandma has great taste" he says, turning his head to look at me with a laugh. I cover my mouth, laughing as well. He wasn't wrong.
Just then a bark was heard from my bedroom and my dog came running into the living room. He ran and jumped into Han's lap and started licking his face. "DINO!" I yelled, stumbling forward and scooping the dog off Jisung's lap. "I'm so sorry! He's usually friendly but never this friendly with strangers" I apologize to Jisung who only laughed in response.
"It's okay really, I love dogs!" He says and holds his arms out towards Dino. Dino had been whining and wiggling in my arms the whole time trying to get back to Jisung. Reluctantly, I placed Dino into Jisung's arms. Dino immediately started showering Jisung in puppy kisses, pawing at his chest gently, his tail wagging swiftly back and forth.
"Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? Is it you Dino? Yes it's you!" He cooed at Dino, petting him and ruffling his soft blond fur. Jisung would laugh whenever Dino barked in response. I couldn't help but laugh at the two's cute interaction. Dino never acted this way meeting strangers, he's friendly but usually still on guard sometimes.
"Do you have any other pets?" Jisung asks softly petting a now calm Dino. "I do actually, give me a second" I say leaving the living room and go to the door to the right of my bedroom. I open it and step into my studio. "Kit! Kit come here girl" I call out and shortly after my cat Kit, crawls out from under my desk.
She walks over to me allowing me to scoop her up into my arms. I go back to the living room and sit on my three seater couch opposite to Jisung who was still sat on my two seater with Dino now laying down at his feet. "This is Kit" I introduced him to her. "Kit this is Jisung, our upstairs neighbor" I say gently turning her towards Jisung.
Kit hates strangers, she doesn't even go to any of my family members unless I'm near. "Can I hold her?" Jisung asks and I shake my head. "Sorry, she really doesn't like strangers, people in general actually" I say not wanting to risk her hurting Jisung. "Oh alright, I understand. Hopefully she'll let me hold her one day?" Jisung asks looking at Kit who only curls up in my lap and turns her back to him.
Jisung and I share a small laugh before looking at eachother. Jisung is the first one to break eye contact by turning his head around and pointing towards my studio room. "Is it okay if I go look at that room? It looks different from how my old neighbors had it, if you don't mind" he asks. "Yeah no problem" I say. I guess he's just really curious.
I gently place Kit onto the couch and stand up, Jisung stands as well and follows me to the door. I go in and allow Jisung to step in as well. "This is my studio room!" I grin, happy to show off my stuff. Jisung's eyes and mouth widen. "Woah, this looks so cool, what do you do?" He asks, looking at my set up with curiosity and excitement.
"I'm a streamer!" I say striking a pose proudly. "Seriously?! That's so cool! One of my friends is a streamer too!" He says and I can't hide my excitement. "Really? What's his name?" I asked eagerly, hoping I would recognize his friend's name. "He goes by the handle CB97" Jisung says and I gasp. Wait. The CB97?
"Did you just say CB97?" I ask in disbelief. "Yeah, but he lets everyone call him Chris" Jisung says and I cover my mouth to hide my widening smile. "You're friends with THE CB97?! I love his streams and music so much!" I exclaim excitedly. "You know him?" Jisung asks seemingly intrigued. "Of course I do! He's literally one of my idols!" I explain proudly.
"Look I even have one of his character plushies!" I say going to the shelf to my left and taking the Wolfchan Plushie Chris recently released in his merch store. Without realizing it I begin to ramble about Chris and my love for his streams. In the middle of my rant I locked eyes with Jisung who stood just starring at me with a smile. "Oh my gosh- I'm so sorry! I started rambling- I'm so so sorry-" I apologized.
"No it's okay, you seem excited to talk about it so I don't mind listening" he says and I feel my heart stop for a second. Did he just say he doesn't mind my rambling? What the actual heck? "O-oh…T-thanks" I say avoiding eye contact with him. "It's cute seeing how excited you got over my buddy's music" he adds and I choke on air. Cute? Did he just call me cute?
Just then Jisung's phone started ringing. He looks at the screen before looking back at me. "Can I take this?" He asks and I nod. Still too shocked by what he said before to properly process anything else. "Thanks!" He says and steps out of my studio. After a little while Kit comes into my room and rubs herself on my feet. "Kit he called me cute" I say softly, smiling down at her.
Kit meows, rubbing her cheeks onto my legs more. I squat down and pet her, smiling to myself without realizing. She's so cute. "Hey Y/n" Jisung calls coming back to my studio door. I look up at him, still on the ground petting Kit. "I'm sorry but I gotta go meet a few friends somewhere" he says and I nod. I pick up Kit and stand up, looking at Jisung.
"Well take care, tell them your new neighbor says hi" I chuckled. Jisung smiled, chuckling lightly. A few seconds of silence pass with Jisung looking as if he wanted to say something. I was about to say something when he spoke "Can I…Have your number?" He asks sheepishly. I swallowed the squeal in my throat and nodded. "Sure" I say taking his phone that he had stretched out for me to take.
I punched in my number and gave it back. "You can choose the contact name" I say and Jisung looks as if he's pondering over what name to give me before his face lights up and he quickly types in a name. Curiosity got the best of me and I leaned forward to see what name he'd given me. But before I could see Han pulled his phone away and locked it.
I looked at him confused and a little shocked. He smiled cheekily before speaking, "Nope! It's a secret" He smirks and I stood there still stunned with Kit in my arms. Just then Dino came into the room, standing beside Jisung. "Oh come on" I whine playfully and Han laughs making me laugh too.
"I gotta get going" Jisung says once his laughter calmed down. "Alright" I say smiling and walk him to the door. "It was nice meeting you Y/n" He says as he leaves. "Same to you Jisung" I replied and closing the door behind him. Before it closes completely Han turned around and winked at me with a grin before turning back towards his car.
Once the door was closed I turn around and lean against it holding my heated face. Did he just wink at me? What the heck Han....I shook my head, trying to get the image out my mind. I finally decided to head back to finish sorting through my laundry.
I couldn't stop smiling and chuckled softly to myself while in my room. Dino hopped onto my sat beside the pile of clothes I'd folded. "I mean he is pretty cute" I giggle petting Dino and he barks happily. I giggle at the action before finishing folding my clothes, smiling softly.
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fittingoutjane · 8 months ago
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I love doing home improvement because my house is a fucking archeological expedition. The previous owners never removed anything, they just added new decor on top.
When I removed the wallpaper from the bedroom, I discovered there was a second layer of wallpaper underneath. Which someone had painted over, failing to cover the older wallpaper pattern but succeeding in making it incredibly difficult to remove.
The bathroom was done in avocado green tile which someone later painted over in white. So we've finally gotten the time, money and organizational skills together to remodel it, and when the workers ripped out the tile, guess what was underneath? Yup, more tile! The inner tiles are smaller and a lighter green, probably the original. Very classic mid-century, just as the avocado tiles are classic 70s and the simple white classic 90s.
This house is a fashion history lesson, you just keep peeling away decor to find older decor.
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whisker-biscuit · 1 year ago
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SlyFox Day 7: Blue
Carmelita wasn’t really the kind of person who thought about color.
Color was one of those things that was just another part of the world around her, like cars and buildings and trees. She gave as much thought to it as she did kitchen appliances; something mundane, something normal, something that could be a little more special than usual sometimes but, on the whole, existed in the background compared to everything else in her life.
One of her least favorite questions when it came to small talk - which was impressive, given how much she couldn’t stand small talk in the first place - was asking what her favorite color was. Even as a girl, she didn’t really have an answer. Yellow was nice, and so was orange, and green, but other colors were nice too. People would ask her the question and then look at her like she was stupid for saying she didn’t have a favorite color. Then they’d start asking follow-up questions like “why not?” or “are you colorblind?” or even “how can you find joy in life if you don’t appreciate the simple things?”
That last question had been asked at the annual Interpol New Year’s party by a newcomer; a purple tigress with sharp eyes and a condescending smirk who would become the bane of Carmelita’s existence barely two years later. But here, at that party, she had simply been another face in the crowd of new recruits all clamoring to make an impression on the higher ups.
The fox had been so done with the party, and the small talk, and the color thing as a whole, that she had finally snapped, “I dunno, it’s blue, I guess. Satisfied?” and promptly stalked off to find a drink.
After that, blue had become her go-to answer for just about everything. Asked what her favorite color was? Blue. Asked what she wanted her remodeled bathroom to be painted in? Blue. Asked what description she could give of the thief who had once again slipped through their fingers with only a calling card and an afterimage as proof of his crimes?
Blue.
She made the connection somewhere in Prague, faced with the threat of jail time and brainwashing and her entire life crumbling around her. She remembered so very clearly following Sly across rooftops while police sirens screamed through the streets below; the pounding of adrenaline in her ears and the ache of too-little oxygen in her lungs and the weariness of two weeks of mental torment in every line of her body as she kept her eyes locked on the blue sweater and ringed tail ahead of her.
It had been an unconscious thought, a sort of ‘huh’ realization that didn’t truly register until she was hunting the Cooper Gang down in Canada, chasing after that damn flash of blue as he lifted her keys right out of her back pocket. She had been irritated at herself for the association, but that association had stuck, and ultimately it was just a stupid answer to a stupid question, anyway.
And then, years later, long after Sly had faked his amnesia to be with her and she had called him out over that fake amnesia so they could finally be honest with each other, they had both sat down and gone through the list of every question they could think of. He had, of course, asked her what her favorite color was. She, already resigned to the reason behind her choice, had answered honestly.
He had chuckled and teased her for it, as expected, but what had thrown her for a loop was that he’d then replied, “me too.”
“Well, of course it is,” she had told him. “With how often you wear it, how could it not be?”
“Actually, I don’t wear it because it’s my favorite color. I wear it – or at least I started wearing it because it was my father’s color.” His smile had turned nostalgic at the corners, tinged with a scar that would never fully heal. “He had a blue sweater on the last night he was alive, and that’s the thing I remember most before…everything that followed.”
Carmelita had frowned at that, having a million follow-up questions but scared to drive him to silence. Even after all that time, it was a very rare thing that he talked about what he remembered of his lost family.
“So…why is blue your favorite color?” She had settled on in the end, because it was the safest.
Sly had given her a fond smile, so full of love that she thought her heart might stop. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m looking at the reason right now.”
And then, he had reached forward to brush curly, blue bangs out of her face.
Perhaps colors, Carmelita had found, were not so mundane after all.
At least…not the one that mattered most.
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A/N: Aaaaand that's a wrap! Thank you @galactic-dragoness for hosting SlyFox week again this year! I had a blast with these prompts!
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