#and then it’ll be more expensive and then my parents will have to pay more even if i work it wont be enough for a long while probably idk

[gales-boyfriend]

dang i am not gonna be able to survive nursing school :/

[ronearoundblindly]

Lease

best-friend!roommate!reader x Steve Rogers

*This was a totally random and spontaneous idea. Not edited. Light language (so we can get *the joke*), pining, light angst, hurt/comfort, and fluff. This work is for all ages! WC ~2k

Sam Wilson introduces you. Both your parents were veterans and active at the VA, so you practically grew up there.

At first, you’re reserved, a little formal, but very nice. Oddly enough, Steve just likes that you don’t hound him with questions about his military service and how it was different based on the decade, etc. You are just…around to listen.

He finds himself filling any (comfortable) silence between you with stories. Stupid things. Things that don’t have to do with the VA or his past or even his present, which is entirely work as Captain America.

Steve gets to a point where he is itching to live off of Avengers Campus, but he doesn’t want to live alone.

One day he finds you hunched over a laptop and grumbling, “why is everything so fucking expensive?”

A sentiment which, of course, he frowns at.

“Sorry,” you shrug, a look of sincere apology on your distraught face. “I didn’t realize it, but apparently, I’m poor with my measly three-thousand-dollar-a-month budget for an apartment. Now I have to find a roommate, and—“ you start wagging a finger at him sarcastically “—I don’t know if you’ve noticed there’re some real weirdos out there. It’ll take me longer to find a safe, stable roomie than it takes to—“

“I can move in with you.”

Steve almost gasps at how fast the words fly out of his mouth.

“Well, not ‘move in’ to your current place. I mean. I can—I would be willing to live with you. Sorry! That sounds bad. You’re not bad. I meant…you know, anytime you want to chime in and stop me would be helpful.”

You remain silent and smirking.

“Right. Okay. So…think about it? Or not, that’s fine.”

“Let’s talk figures, Rogers. The square-footage just doubled, and I need to rework the budget.”

Moving in is shockingly uneventful. You’re easy to get along with, when not suddenly up on your high horse about something, and Steve is easy to get along with under the same circumstances. You push his militant rigidity to the brink on purpose, but never too far.

Things sit out in the wrong place, but it’s never dirty. Stuff doesn’t always get returned promptly, but if he asks, you’re on it.

There are two bathrooms, thank mercy.

He has random and odd hours. You work nine to five, mostly. It’s the perfect level of independence without loneliness for Steve.

Sam and Natasha stop by regularly or ask you both out for drinks or to fun, new places.

One time, when Nat is ribbing Steve to go talk to a cute girl ordering at the bar, he panics and takes your hand in his on the tabletop.

“How can I do that when my date is right here?” he grits playfully through his pearly white teeth. “Leave it alone.”

Each word is punctuated by a shift forward and a slight tilt of his head.

Natasha is unamused and instantly grabs your other hand (which was holding your drink) to pull you toward the dance floor.

It’s awkward for multiple reasons. You’d pay a whole month’s rent to know what Sam and Steve talked about after you left.

Sam takes a different approach, luring—or attempting to lure—Steve into setting up just one dating profile online.

“You don’t have to put photos,” Sam assures, “and you can stick with your first name only. I swear to you, man, this’ll be good for you. Get you out there more. Help me out here, Tagalong!”

He turns to you for support. To be fair, you did quite literally tag along with your parents for years to the VA, and it stuck. Why it sticks as a grown-ass adult? You’ll never know. You just don’t mind Sam Wilson saying it because he means well and never uses it in public.

“Uh, nooooo.”

Sam’s face falls. “What?”

You look at Steve and grimace, clicking your tongue. “He’s not ready for that,” you conclude.

Steve jumps out of the chair, arms wide with victory.

“THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING!”

“I know you told her to say that,” Sam shouts back.

“Did not,” Steve barks.

“He did not.” You lean against your bedroom doorframe. “I just think it’s obvious.”

That makes Steve deflate a little. “Wait, but…I’m not that bad.”

“Oh gosh,” you fake with a huge smile, “look at the time! Gotta be off to bed…”

The men keep fighting albeit muffled from your side of the wall. The only part you can make out before giving them privacy is Sam, whining, “but you actually like bubble baths and walks on the beach, dude. You’re gonna be money on there.”

“Hey, why do you not, ya know, date?”

You look up from your breakfast, stunned because that came out of nowhere. You’ve lived together over six months now, and Steve hasn’t asked for one iota of personal—well, romantically personal—information.

Twiddling your fork around, you think.

“I always imagine what my parents would think of him, any guy I’ve ever considered being with longterm, and…I was just never proud to say ‘here, here’s the one,’ I guess.”

Your parents have been gone for years. You value their opinion anyway.

“Mhm,” Steve hums, “the one?”

You take a bite of food, straightening your back, tossing a dismissive hand in the air. “Yeah, if you believe in that sort of thing.”

He’s quiet for a while.

“So you’re waiting for the right partner?” Steve finally mutters, and he watches your noncommittal gesturing intently.

That was a ‘yes.’

Natasha knows. Sam knows. Steve suspects but won’t admit to anything. You are kind and unreadable.

You’ve always been kind, so there’s no discernible difference to signal you have feelings for him in return. He can’t bring himself to be anything less than a gentleman at home and makes absolutely no moves to find out.

He stays out in the living room a lot more, all hours, hoping you’ll mention staying in for a movie, praying you’ll be tired enough to fall asleep on his lap on the couch.

He’s in way too deep.

What Steve suspects is that it would be too awkward to start anything while living together, but he doesn’t want to leave you in the lurch for rent or a roommate. He also desperately doesn’t want to move out. The status quo is comfortable.

He loves being comfortable with you.

The stress of not telling you, while needing to make some sort of arrangements should telling you blow up in his face, starts to wear on him.

Steve is a pro at compartmentalizing his life, so it’s when he’s stuck at the apartment without any missions, a handful of meetings, and a team that all have lives for two long months that he cracks…in the least attractive way.

He’s messed up his sleep schedule with worry and playing innocent, and out of the not-so-blue, a horrible, vivid nightmare hits him. Steve isn’t even on the mattress anymore by the time he figures out there wasn’t carpet like this in Germany and the desk chair he grips is not a motorcycle.

“Rogers,” he hears. “Rogers, can you look at me?”

The dark room is somehow hollow and stifling all at once. His head turns slower than his brain tells it to.

Steve blinks.

“Do you know where you are?”

“Hey, sweets,” he husks from a dry throat. “What…”

“Can you tell me where this is?” You step closer and pry one of his hands off the mesh to cradle in yours. “Where are we, Rogers?”

“Home.” He swallows. “Our home.”

Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, but you nod like he’s done well.

“Okay, Steve, I’m going to get you some water. If you want—“ your fingers smooth over the back of his hand, nudging the other to release the chair “—you can sit on the bed.”

You don’t leave. You don’t even get up from the floor.

He doesn’t notice he’s clutching your hands, shaking slightly until long seconds go by.

“Yeah. Okay.” Steve lets go, otherwise unmoving, contemplating how he ever thought the semi-rough industrial carpet felt the same as mud.

You carefully hand him the water and rub his back, using your nails to trace invisible patterns. He can’t remember what he was so scared of a minute ago. He only knows he’s sweating that empty kind of confused.

“What’s that supposed to do?” he asks absently.

You shrug. “Eh. Back scratches just feel good.”

Steve’s mind remains blank as he sips his water.

: We need to renew the lease soon. Like this week.

Steve has stalled as long as humanly possible; he is officially not being a gentleman now. He is a coward.

: Talk about it when I get home?

: Could you at least tell me if this is a hard NO on staying here or just some concerns/questions? : I don’t get why you’re being like this.

Steve gets it, but he hates it.

: I’ll be back tonight. Should I pick up food?

: ffs : Fine. Whatever you want.

Steve also hates when you’re mad at him…which has been happening more and more.

He’s been distant, he refuses to let Sam or Nat come around for fear they’ll play match-maker and ruin the whole thing, and he is about to ruin the whole thing anyway.

Because he is not smooth. Because he is not prepared. Because he’s built up this perfect and amazing, sweep-you-off-your-feet moment.

And he bungles it.

“Out with it,” you command, haughtily yanking your portion of food from the countertop beside him, heading for the dinette.

“I want to be with you,” he blurts.

“Thank god,” you sigh, settling in your spot. “So we’ll go down to the office and sign in the morning. I don’t want there to be an issue if you’re off to wherever for who-the-hell-knows how long on the date the thing expires.”

“No, I…” but Steve’s voice is too quiet.

“There’s only a tiny window where they’re open before I have to head to work, so let me physically sign first, right? Then I gotta go.”

“Sure,” he slurs.

“Steve?” You turn to see him staring down at his food. He’s still across the room. “Are you okay?”

“I said I—I meant that—“ he huffs out his breath and taps his fist on the counter “—I meant that I’m an idiot,” he finishes softly.

Approaching with that beautiful, open-hearted kindness that haunts his days and soothes his night, you cross to him, scratching his back just the way he’s grown to crave.

“Think you might be hangry,” you chuckle.

He cannot do this. Steve is hanging on by a thread until the graze of your hand slides down his forearm to take his plate, and he spins.

He’s thought about kissing you so many times, he mapped out the angles he’d have to hold himself at, how far he needs to lean to get to you, the care to take wrangling in his strength and sheer excitement.

Steve Rogers is good at planning, at least, this part.

Gentle pecks of his plush lips to yours leave gaps in contact that let you whimper, and he fears you stopping him. He presses, wrapping his arms around you and molding your bodies together. The linoleum of the kitchen floor makes sticky sounds beneath your shuffling feet, squeaking once you hit the adjacent wall.

The force of that knocks your frozen arms into his chest, and painfully, Steve relents to step away, but not far. He bites his bottom lip and tastes the balm from yours, his head tilted in shame but fiery eyes watching you from beneath long lashes.

“Oh,” you breathe out. “Oh…you meant…”

Steve’s tongue darts out hungrily.

“Yeah.”

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

They're soooo cute!!!!!!

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Little White Lies

18+ Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Summary: Readers sister is having an Engagement/Christmas party this year and her cousin will be there. With her new fiance. Who is reader's ex. The only logical thing to do is to show up with her own new boyfriend... who isn't really her boyfriend. He's her boss.

Warnings: fake dating, mutual pining, idiots in love, flirting, teasing, there's only one bed, love confessions, getting together, oral sex (fem receiving), condom use, p in v smut, meeting readers family

Word Count: 5.3k

She sits in the corner of the jet, facing Aaron in the two-person seat near the entrance to the cockpit. She’s sat there with him on almost every trip for the past 3 years. He’s good company, not too talkative, he gets her drinks and he gives her little smiles every so often. It’s relaxing to sit with him… however, tonight, she’s not in a good mood and he can tell. 

He looks at her all concerned and then looks around at the others to assure they’re all busy. “Are you alright?” He whispers. Keeping her business between them. 

She shrugs, “My sister’s been texting me. Her engagement party is coming up and I promised I’d go but I just found out that my cousin and her fiancé are going to be there…” 

“Do you not like her?” 

She shakes her head, “it’s complicated.” 

“I’m all ears?” He reminds her. 

She sighs, “Her fiancé is my ex-boyfriend. She slept with him while we were still together… I was in the academy and he was apparently lonely all by himself and didn’t have the time to travel here to see me so he fell into her bed instead.” 

“I’m so sorry,” Hotch says, concern all over his face and disbelief in his voice. “That’s awful, why would your sister invite her?” 

“Because my parents are paying for it and all the family gets to go, no matter what,” she scoffs. “It’s to show off, nothing more.” 

“You know…” he tilts his head to the side and his brows go up as he thinks, a pondering look on his face that’s quite amusing. “You could bring someone with you, someone to prove to him that you’ve moved on and you’re in a much better place now?” He suggests. 

“Yeah, like who? Morgan?” She teases, laughing slightly. 

“Or me?” He offers. His brows were still raised but the softest, most sincere look on his face. She’s never seen him look so… so affectionate. So careful. Unless he’s with Jack. This is his ‘I love you like family I’ll do whatever you need me to’ look. 

“Yeah,” she gives in. “That would be nice… it’s December 22nd. Would you be able to take time away from Jack that close to Christmas?” 

“Where is it?” 

“they’re having it in New York, that’s where my sister lives now,” she explains. “I’m taking the train up the night before, I have a hotel room booked but I could stay with my sister and you could have the room for the night?” 

“Could we switch to a double queen?” He suggests. 

She shrugs, “I can call and find out?” 

“Okay,” he nods. “Jack’s with Haley this Christmas, I see him boxing day till New Year's Day and then he goes back to her.” 

“We’ll have to bring him home something,” she suggests. “We can even go a bit early or stay later if you want to go shopping a bit in the city?” 

“He’s always said he wants M&M’s with his face on them,” he teases. “It’ll be fun.” 

“I’ll tell my sister to expect another person,” she says as she pulls her phone out. “Do I tell her you’re my boyfriend?” 

He nods, “Whatever you want to call me, I’ll be it for the weekend.” 

—

She tells him to pack a suit and obviously an overcoat to stay warm in the cold New York air. The party they’re going to is going to be on the top floor of this really expensive restaurant, they’ll have rooftop access and there’s free drinks. It’ll be the fanciest non-FBI party he’s ever been invited to. 

The team doesn’t know they’re going together, everyone has the next two weeks off unless there’s something serious like terrorism or multiple bodies dropping, or a kid going missing. But it’s not often their Christmas breaks get disrupted. So they pack up on the 20th, everyone takes the elevators down to the garage together and they say goodbye before their vacations. 

He meets her at the train station the next day at 11am, their train leaves at 11:20, and he comes with snacks and coffee. Always in dad mode, he knows what it’s like to go on a long trip with someone who’s hungry, it’s not always fun. They have a little booth together, the trains are mostly empty this close to Christmas. Everyone’s either where they want to be already or taking last-minute flights. So it’s quiet, they get to look out the window together and she shares an earbud with him, with her phone on shuffle, exposing him to a whole bunch of new music. 

And she has a nap, head on his shoulder and wrapped around his arm. It’s not the first time this has happened, he’s let her sleep on him on the Jet and they’ve had to share beds in hotels before. He’s hugged her after rough cases and when she’s just sad… she’s his family. Everyone on the team is. He just feels it a little stronger for her. 

He rests his cheek on her head, looking out the window with a smile on his face. Excited to pretend to be her boyfriend for the next 2 days. To have her hang off his arm, to dance with her… maybe even steal a kiss or two to really sell it. And he can’t wait to see her dress, or how she does her hair or if she’s going to wear makeup? She doesn’t get all dolled up for work, but he’s seen her dress up for the bar and events for the bureau and he thinks she is so, so beautiful. Always, but especially when she puts on lipstick and her good perfume. 

He’s been harbouring this little crush on her for so long that he’s not really sure how much longer it can stay a secret. 

They arrive in New York at 6pm. The hotel they’re staying at has a restaurant and Y/N, being the genius she is, booked a reservation for 6:30. They have enough time to put their bags in their room and head back downstairs, but their room is wrong. 

“They told me they could switch to two queens?” She complains as she sees just one bed. A King bed. 

“Did you specifically say two queens or a double queen?” He teases. “Cause a double queen might make them think you want a bigger bed…” 

She groans, holding her hands over her face, “Oh god, I fucked up.” 

He gently rubs his hand on her back, “Hey, it’s okay. I don’t mind sharing for 2 nights, there’s lots of room in there. Plus… it might be good for playing pretend.” 

She smirks, “my boyfriend would sleep in the same bed as me.” 

“and enjoy it,” he pulls her in for a hug and rests his chin on her head while she snuggles into his chest where she feels safest. 

—

After dinner, they walk around the city a bit. She still has to get her sister something and she has a registry at some fancy store nearby. They get hot chocolates and stand close together as they walk, hands brushing each other but not holding, no matter how much she wants to hold his hand. So she rubs her knuckles against his and waits for him to be the one to finally give in. 

It takes a while, they walk down the block and explore two stores but he finally takes her hand in his, fingers interlocked, as they cross the street. And he doesn’t let go once they’re safely back on the sidewalk. He simply guides her towards the store her sister is registered at and they head inside, closer than ever before. 

“Hi, can I help you with anything?” One of the workers asks with a genuine smile on her face. 

“my sister has a registry here,” Y/N explains. “It should be under Lindsay and Connor Higgins?” 

She’s taken to the register and handed a list, everything they want is on it. Some crossed out as they’ve already been purchased, but a decent amount of things are still there. A lot of it is pointless, fancy shit but she likes to think she knows her sister well. She knows what would actually be used by her and what would just be a decoration to prove she had good taste. 

Her sister works really hard at a very important publishing company, she’s gone to work by 6am and home no later than 8pm most nights. She lives on coffee and wine to wake her up in the mornings and relax her at night. So she gets her an espresso maker and some crystal wine glasses. But when she goes to pay for them, Aaron reaches out and pulls the wine glasses towards himself. “I’ll get these, I can’t go without a gift.” 

She smiles, “you don’t have to.” 

“I want to,” he assures her. 

They pay, they get a decorative gift bag each and head back outside to the cold. He reaches for her hand again and she lets him, smiling over at him. “You’re taking this assignment very seriously.” 

“Have you ever known me to slack on the job?” He teases. 

She bumps her shoulder against his, “No, I guess not… and I guess this is helping, it’ll look more real in front of everyone tomorrow.” 

“It won’t be that hard,” he assures her.

“Why, 'cause I’m so loveable?” She jokes, not believing the words that leave her mouth. 

“Yes, actually,” he nods, smiling over at her. 

She just laughs, not thinking he means it as anything other than familial. “Thanks. You’re pretty great too when you’re not telling me what to do.” 

“I don’t boss you around that much,” he laughs too. “Dave teases me all the time about how much nicer I am to you than the others.” 

“Well, I am your best agent,” she shrugs with a proud smirk. “You wanna go back to the hotel or is there anything you want to do tonight?” 

“We can go back,” he agrees, leading them in the direction of the hotel already. “I’m going to need some good beauty sleep to make your ex jealous tomorrow.” 

“Ha!” She laughs, raising her hand that’s carrying the bag to cover her mouth as she giggles. “Yeah, no you don’t. You’re like a million times hotter than him, it’s not a fair fight at all.” 

“Yeah, okay,” he shakes his head in disbelief. 

“What?” She looks at him like he’s crazy. “Do you not think you’re hot?” 

“Not exactly…” 

“I knew you were funny but that’s hilarious,” she jokes. “You’re very, very hot. One of the hottest men I’ve ever seen in my life, like People magazine should be reaching out to you for sexiest man of the year. You’ve been on the news enough times, surely the public will agree.” 

He laughs at the compliment, “Thank you, I guess… I guess I should trust your judgement here the way I do everywhere else.” 

“Yes, 'cause I’m never wrong,” she reminds him. 

They keep joking around, teasing each other until they get back to the hotel. Up the elevator and into their room. They leave their gifts by the door and Aaron lets her take the first turn in the bathroom to get ready for the night. 

She takes off her makeup, she washes her face and does her skincare routine and he knocks, “Are you okay in there?” 

“Yeah, you can come in,” she announces, still fully dressed. 

He opens the door slowly, “You’ve been in here 10 minutes already I thought you were just changing?” 

“Nope, skincare is important,” she smiles at him, massaging the moisturizer into her face. “Want some?” 

He smiles, “Sure, why not?” 

“Wash your face first, get a new face cloth over there,” she points and steps out of the way of the sink. “My face wash is right there.” 

She watches him wash his face carefully, smiling at him through the mirror with so much affection behind her eyes. He’s so cute when he gets soft like this, she could easily see them having a life like this together. Getting ready for bed together, doing their nighttime routines and falling into the same bed. Night after night. Forever. 

Once his face is washed he looks to her, “How much moisturizer do I use?” 

“Want me to do it?” She offers. 

He nods, “please?” 

“Sit down on the toilet lid,” she instructs and he moves over there quickly. 

She opens the jar again and takes a decent-sized amount onto her fingers, she puts the jar down and smiles at him, “It might be cold.” She dabs it on his forehead, cheeks, nose and chin and then starts to rub it in for him. He closes his eyes and sighs as he leans into it. “Like it?” 

He hums, nodding slightly, not wanting to talk incase he accidentally got cream in his mouth. She just smiles, adoringly, loving that she gets to have moments like this with him. “You’re so cute…” she whispers. 

He chuckles, finally looking at her again. She cups his face in her hands, “all done.” 

“You’re cuter.” 

“What is happening here?” She asks, completely serious. “Are you just a good actor or—

“I was in a few plays,” he teases. “But no, I’m not acting.” 

“Do you have a thing for me?” She lights right up. “Oh my god, you do?” 

“And you call yourself a profiler,” he shakes his head. “Yes, okay? I like you. I think you’re wonderful and beautiful and everything I want— is that what you wanted me to say?” 

“Get up,” she says, pulling at him. 

“Why?” He asks as he stands. 

“So you can be taller than me when I kiss you,” she teases. Grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him in. 

The kiss is soft at first, cute and sweet… but then they get needy. Years of close proximity and bubbling feelings and “what ifs” all coming to the surface. He cups the back of her head with one hand and holds her lower back with the other, holding her flush to his chest as his tongue makes her acquaintance. 

She accidentally moans as his hand goes down to cup her ass and he smiles against her. He pulls back slightly, noses brushing. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited to do that.” 

“Really?” She can’t believe it. 

He smiles before he steals another kiss, and another and another and before they know it he’s backed her out of the bathroom and all the way to their king bed. He has her on the mattress, hand on her back and the nape of her neck as he cradles her and hovers over her. His tongue on hers, their chests pressed together, and her hands on his back with her nails desperately clinging to the cotton. 

He eagerly moves to kiss her neck and while it feels so good, she’s worried about what is about to go down. Sure, she hoped for this. She thought maybe they’d have a few drinks at the party tomorrow and stumble home and fall into bed together and regret it in the morning but this… admitting to liking each other while completely sober, was not on her mind at all. 

“Aaron,” she whispers, hesitation in her voice. 

He pulls back, “something wrong?” 

“Are we going to regret this?” She worries. 

He cups her face gently, his body weight still on top of her, it’s oddly comforting to feel so trapped under him. “I know I won’t, but if you will, then we stop. I never want you to regret your time with me. I never want you to be uncomfortable with me. I never want to lose what we have… so if that means we never have more than a friendship, I'm perfectly okay with that.” 

“I have tried so hard not to love you for the last year and a bit that we’ve been friends,” she admits. “If we go further and you change your mind, I’ll never recover.” 

“I won’t change my mind,” he says, confident as ever. “I want you to love me as much as I already love you.” 

His thumb caresses her cheek while he talks, he looks at her with the most affectionate look she’s ever seen on him. He’s so handsome all the time, but this look. The softness, his big brown eyes, the way he smelled like her face cream and he kept looking down at her lips like he was dying to taste them again… she’s always believed him when he speaks, but this is different. He’s opened his chest and handed her his heart and he wants her to hold it and keep it safe... forever. 

“I love you,” she admits, tearing up because this is so unreal. “I love you so much, Aaron.” 

He kisses her again, so gently, breathing her in and savouring every moment. Sure, it’s not their first kiss, that happened 10 minutes ago, but this is the first kiss they’ll have being openly in love with each other. 

She kisses him again and again, never wanting this to end. She wraps her legs around him, she holds him closer than ever and he lightly moans against her. She starts to work at his shirt, unbuttoning it so she can get her hands under it. She wraps her arms around him, touching his hot skin as he breaks the kiss and moves down her neck. 

“I love you, so much,” he reminds her again. 

“Show me how much?” she whispers right into his ear. 

He pulls back, delicately looking into her eyes, “are you sure?” 

She nods, “more than I’ve ever been before.” 

He gets his shirt off, and he pulls her forward to pull hers off too. Through kisses and rolling around, his pants are off, then her’s. Behind her, he kisses her spine while he unclips her bra, pushing each strap off her arms with kisses to her shoulders, he cups her breasts and kisses up to her ear again, “lay down.” 

She listens, he gets between her legs and peels her underwear off. Raising her right leg, he kisses her knee and down her thigh, as he gets on his stomach, he looks up at her for permission and all she can do is nod because this seems unreal. His big beautiful brown eyes are looking at her from between her legs as he kisses the most intimate part of her body and she’s in heaven. 

She’s died and gone to heaven. The train must’ve crashed and she’s in her own personalized forever with the man of her dreams…. But it didn’t. This is real and happening and she should be enjoying it. 

She grips his hair, and her back arches as she moans into the contact, he’s so fucking good with his mouth because of course he is? Is there anything this man can’t do?

Full of love and zero expectations or worry, she feels herself getting closer to an orgasm so much faster than she has with anyone else ever. Not even herself. Normally she’s so in her head, so nervous and worried or barely being taken care of… this one just sneaks up on her, trembling through her, she grips his hair a little tighter and moans out his name, “Oh, oh I’m cumming, I’m— oh!” 

He laps up every last drop as she rides it out, overstimulating her slightly, and he can tell. He pulls back with a grin, proud of himself and enjoying the way she looks so fucked out like this. 

He kisses back up her tummy, between her boobs and then hovers over her while she’s still catching her breath, “hi…” 

She smiles, “Hi?” 

“Ready for me to show you the rest?” 

“There’s more?” She teases, “You love me more than that?”

He laughs, “Yeah, that was just a taste…” 

She pulls him in for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips. “Mm, a good taste.” 

“You’re telling me,” he growls. “I could do that every day for the rest of my life.” 

“And I’d let you…” 

He kisses her again, cause if he doesn’t, she won’t stop teasing him. 

Kissing him while coming down from her high, feels unreal. She’s floating on a cloud, and might as well be on drugs— it feels too good, she moans against him, legs wrapped around him, she never wants to let him go. He kisses the side of her mouth, “baby—

She hums, pulling him back in for another kiss. 

He pulls back, “I can’t fuck you with my boxers still on.” 

She sighs, pretending it’s more work than it is, “Fine, take ‘em off.” 

He shakes his head with a smile as she lets him go and he’s able to push his boxers off. “And I need to grab a condom—

“did you bring condoms?” She sounds shocked. 

He nods, “yeah… I didn’t expect anything, I just always have some in my toiletries bag.” 

She watches his cute ass jiggle as he walks towards his bag, he squats to undo the zipper and she tries not to laugh at the view of his balls dangling but it’s so endearing somehow? He’s real and there and he’s about to rock her world. 

He’s quick to grab what he wants, he rips the condom open with his teeth and tosses the wrapper to the floor as he rolls it on right beside the bed. She watches carefully, eyes scanning his whole body. She hasn’t really had a good look at him while naked yet, he’s been pressed against the bed or on top of her. But damn. 

“Jesus,” she whispers under her breath. 

He smirks, “what?” 

She waves her hand around in his general direction, “You just walk around with all that under your suits every day?” 

He shakes his head again, “I could say the same thing about you.” 

He crawls back onto the bed, between her legs again, one hand on the bed as he hovers over her, “you okay with this position?” 

She nods, “perfectly okay with it. It’s a very underrated position.” 

“Mhm,” he agrees, leaning in to kiss her again. One hand on her hip, he grinds himself against her, “Ready?” 

She nodded, watching as he lets go of her hip to grip himself at the base, she spreads her legs a bit more and he taps her clit once just for fun but it makes her whine, “Don’t tease me.” 

“But you can tease me?” He asks, head right at her entrance, about to push in… she nods and that’s when he does it. Watching her head tip back with a silent moan. “Now I know how to get you quiet.” 

He goes back to rest his hand on her hip but she reaches for them and interlocks their fingers, instead. He bottomed out and dropped to hover over her once more, bringing their interlocked hands over her head. 

She reached up to kiss him, but Aaron pushed into the kiss and made her settle into the pillow once again. It honestly felt like a movie scene, the first time between two star-crossed lovers. He pulled out ever so slightly before thrusting in again, she gasped against his mouth. Aaron trusted more while she pushed her hips into it as well, an offbeat rhythm developed in pure ecstasy. She let go of Aaron’s hands to snake them around his waist, to run her fingers over the soft and slightly chilled skin of his back. Feeling the bump of his spine Aaron ducked into the crook of her neck, placing kisses along her collarbone.

He changed the position of his thrust as he wrapped his arms under her, arching her back ever so slightly to reach the bundle of nerves that left her a quivering mess. She, in response to the added pleasure, ran her sharp nails down Aaron’s back and he groaned at the feeling, “do that again.” he requested.

“Like that?” She asked, dragging his nails down him once more.

“Yeah,” Aaron moaned, dark and deep. “Mark me… where no one can see it, only you know tomorrow.”

So she does, she runs her nails over his back with more intent, knowing there will be 8 red lines spread down his back in the morning. Just then, he starts to kiss lower, down to her boobs, where he sucks a mark that shouldn't be visible in her dress tomorrow… he wanted to mark her just as bad. But his kisses quickly return to her neck and lower ear. 

“Aaron,” she moans out. “Go a little faster?” 

He does as she asks, keeping that loving feeling but picking up the pace. The feeling of pure bliss overtook her body with each thrust, warm chills ran through him with each brush of his thumb on her clit. Every kiss to her neck and squeeze around her waist made her feel like she was on fire. The hairs on her arms stood up, and goosebumps formed along his forearms. Aaron kissed from her neck to her nipple and took the hard nib into his mouth causing her to moan like she never had before.

“Aaron,” she panted, pulling Aaron’s face back up to his.

His eyes were absolutely blown out in pleasure, those chocolate wonders he used to stare into were now replaced solely by the pupils. She ran her thumb across Aaron’s cheek before reaching to the nape of his neck to pull him into another kiss. Open mouths pressed together, hot air on each other’s faces as they panted to the pleasure.

She was in heaven.

Her orgasm bubbled in her stomach, “are you close?” Aaron whispered right beside her mouth, kissing her cheek lightly after.

She hummed, unable to speak with the mass amount of pleasure coursing through her body. Aaron fucked into her a bit harder, a tiny bit faster, hitting her G-spot dead on each time to the point the nerves in her thighs were quaking uncontrollably.

She was so close, Aaron used 3 fingers to quickly rub over her clit before she threw her head back with a shout. Cumming with her eyes pressed shut, pleasure coursed through her body stronger than she’s ever felt before.

Nothing had ever made her cum that hard, ripping through her like her soul was leaving her body. She dug her nails deep into Aaron’s skin holding him close to his body while he kept thrusting.

A high-pitched gasp left his lips, close to her ear as his hips sputtered into hers one last time. She still hadn’t opened her eyes, her breath rigid, she felt winded. Aaron had stilled as he came inside of her and then collapsed into her, deadweight lying on her.

But she didn’t mind. Not in the slightest. She wrapped herself around him even tighter and kissed the side of his head, “I love you, too.” 

He kisses her neck, “I can’t believe I was afraid to tell you…” 

“Silly man, we could’ve been doing that the whole time,” she teases him again the first chance she gets. 

He huffs a little laugh out of his nose, smiling against her. “We can do this all the time now.” 

“Mhm,” she squeezes him a little tighter. “I hope you know this means we’re dating now. I don’t just fuck anyone. Especially not my boss…” 

He manages to push himself up to look at her, and the look on his face says it all. “Yeah, I know… and I’ll handle the paperwork when we get back.” 

—

They get all dolled up together, between kisses and flirting and teasing… they end up fully dressed, presents in hand, on their way to the party. They hold hands the whole cab ride over, up the elevator and into the booming restaurant. 

It’s entirely booked out for her sister’s party, on the top floor of a fancy building. It’s completely catered, there are fancy waiters walking around with trays of hors d’oeuvres and expensive champagne. They have their gifts taken from their hands upon arrival and their hands are instantly filled with a drink. She looks around, looking for the first person she knows well and spots her mom and dad over on the other side of the room. 

“Come with me, I have some people I want you to meet…” she says as she leads him through the crowd. 

He’s nervous but more excited. She gets to show him off and this isn’t a lie. He really is her boyfriend and they are in love and happy and this is everything he’s ever wanted. With his hand around her waist the whole time, shoulder to shoulder, he meets her parents and her sister. He shakes hands with her dad and her new brother-in-law, he gets hugs from the mom and sister, they’re looking at her with eyes that he can hear. They’re saying how much of an improvement he is to the last guy, they’re amazed at how handsome he is, and he blushes slightly in response. 

“So how long has this been going on?” Her dad asks. 

She looks up at him and smiles, “Not long, but we’re really happy.” 

“The happiest,” he agrees, stealing a quick kiss from her that makes the women swoon. 

“You know, this is fantastic,” her sister announces. “I was worried you’d be upset to see Brad and Cameron here together but now you have Aaron and they’re not even coming anymore. Something happened… I don’t even think they’re together anymore.” 

“Oh?” She’s completely shocked to hear that. 

“Once a cheater always a cheater,” her brother-in-law says under his breath with the roll of his eyes. 

“We see it all the time at work,” Aaron agrees. “It’s pathological. They crave attention so intensely that they’ll do anything to get it, to the detriment of the people they love. They cheat because for a moment they’re the most important person, they’re attractive enough to get who they want and powerful enough to get away with it. And even when it blows up in their face they can play the ‘you wouldn’t be this mad if you weren’t so obsessed with me’ card.” 

“That’s Brad,” her dad agrees. “Good riddance, honestly.” 

“Let’s just leave it there,” her mom announces. “We’re here for Lindsay and Connor.” 

“It’s been lovely to meet you Aaron, but we have a lot of people to mingle with,” Lindsay announces and Connor sighs. “We’ll talk again later?” 

“Sounds good,” Y/N lets them head off and then she’s just with her parents. “Um, I’m hungry… Aaron, did you want to go raid the snacks?” 

“I’d love to,” he agrees. “It was lovely to meet you both.” 

“We hope to see you again regularly?” Her mother throws in. 

“I don’t plan on going anywhere,” he assures, “you should get used to me.” 

She manages to pull him away from them, a little overwhelmed and so in love with him. She gets him to an empty corner and looks up at him like he’s crazy, “did you seriously say that?” 

He nods, “What part of last night didn’t you understand? I’m madly in love with you. I would marry you tomorrow if it wouldn’t take the attention off your sister.” 

She just laughs, shocked and amazed that he just said that. “Really?” 

“Yes. Really.” 

She shakes her head in disbelief, “o-okay… but you still have to ask me. I don’t need anything big and extravagant and I’d like to maybe pick the ring out with you if you want but—

“You want to?” 

She nods, that teasing smirk he loves so much plastered on her face, “I don’t just want to be your work wife, Aaron.” 

“We’ll revisit this in the new year… I need Jack to know about this and be okay with it before I spring a step-mom on him,” he explains. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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You wouldn’t say your life at the moment was terrible, but it definitely wasn’t the best. Yeji was definitely not making it better by letting her boyfriend tag along to your girl’s day and inevitably making you a third-wheel.

“__, you just gotta wait for the right person to come into your life, trust me,” She tells you, her eyes gazing a little too lovingly towards her lover.

“It’s nice of you to say that but with me being in debt with my landlord, my new night shift at the grocery store filled with the weirdest people and the fact that i have another competition coming up isn’t helping much with time for my love life,” You let out another sigh, stirring the already cold coffee in front of you.

“Exactly why my offer still stands! Besides, we need a roommate since our apartment has an extra room,”

“Yeji, I’m not living in your expensive ass apartment, what makes you think I can afford that!” You let your face fall into your palms, your life plan had definitely not included struggling to pay your rent.

“That’s why I’m your best friend idiot, you can pay lesser than your wayy too expensive rent right now and make up even more by doing stuff like chores or whatever, it’ll be fine!” She grabs your hands in hers, in an attempt to probably further convince you that this wasn’t such a bad idea anyways.

“I don’t know,” You sigh again, “I definitely could ask my parents for a little support but I don’t want to trouble them after they already paid a huge sum for me to continue skating here,”

“Well, either way my offer still stands, give it a chance!” She’s a little more excited about this plan than you, considering Yeji had already sent you the pictures of the extra room on text yesterday.

“I’ll think about it,”

[slaymitchabernathy]

Bills to Pay

“We also have this piece,” the salesman tells her, bringing out another box that holds an expensive looking necklace.

Soarynn tilts her head and considers it for a moment, then red ruby in the center of the ornate necklace is stunning, but it’s far too flashy.

She’s a simple woman, Soarynn Nightingale.

And simple women wear simple, classy pieces of jewelry. Simple as that.

She shakes her head and offers the man who’s been desperately trying to please her a soft smile, “It’s lovely, truly it is, but it’s just not what I’m looking for.”

The salesman slightly deflates but he nods, “Of course. If you’d be so kind as to take a seat over there,” he nods to a large mahogany table to their right, “then I can bring out some of our finer pieces.”

Soarynn nods once more and crosses the jewelry shop, her heels clicking on the marble floors. She takes a sip of the champagne they offered her when she first stepped foot in the establishment before taking a seat in the plush armchair.

Her legs instantly cross at the ankles as she surveys the shop that is mostly empty. Mostly empty because most people cannot afford the jewelry being sold here.

Soarynn had merely come here to browse when the salesman approached her and attached himself to her side, on a mission to find her the perfect piece to wear to an upcoming gala.

Nevermind the fact that he’ll make a generous commission should he complete the sale.

She’s getting good service either way. And good service is something a girl like her expects from places like this. Soarynn Nightingale is a blossoming young woman in her early twenties and she’s just getting used to the true finer things in life.

She used to think that the richest in Panem spent their money on things like new cars or fancy dresses. Now that she’s made her way to the top, it’s easy to differentiate between the classes of the elite.

New money spends their money on new cars and dresses, buying furniture from the most expensive stores and front row seats to the opera.

Old money—which Soarynn originates from—spends their money on things like quality champagne and education for their children. No need for front row seats when you already own a private box at the theatre.

Shopping in a jewelry store like this is a true display of wealth and Soarynn is well aware of that. Although she might have lost her parents during the war, they left her with a prosperous future along with her inheritance.

Enough money to provide for a lavish and comfortable lifestyle until she settled down and married.

The salesman appears once again, this time with a large looking case. Soarynn’s curiosity is piqued and she leans forward, letting out a small gasp when he opens the case and reveals gorgeous pieces of jewelry.

Exactly what she’s looking for really.

“Oh, they’re stunning,” she tells the man who grins as he takes a seat across from her, slipping on some gloves, “They really are,” he agrees.

He picks up several pieces for her to try on, rings, bracelets, necklaces. All of which already compliment the jewelry she’s currently wearing.

“I honestly think I’ll take it all,” Soarynn finally decides after quite some time has been spent examining the pieces. The salesman’s eyebrows slightly raise and he clears his throat, “Of course Ms. Nightingale. As for the means of payment, how would you like to make your purchase today?”

Soarynn looks over at the two glass doors that lead out onto one of the most luxurious streets in the Capitol, lined with more expensive stores such as this one.

“It’ll be here in a moment,” she says, admiring the new ring on her finger.

The salesman appears to be quite confused but Soarynn pays him no mind as he seems to realize she’s shown up without a wallet, or even a purse for that matter.

She really had stopped by just to look, but she couldn’t help herself!

“Ms. Nightingale, pardon my question, but do you have a…wallet with you? Or something to pay for all of this jewelry.”

Soarynn hums and brings the glass to her lips again, savoring the taste of champagne, “It’s not here yet,” she informs him.

“What’s not here yet?”

“My wallet.”

It’s as if his ears were burning because a moment later, Coriolanus Snow walks through the glass doors, his eyes immediately finding her.

Coriolanus Snow is a man who oozes authority. His commanding and strong demeanor cause those around him to view him as a leader, as someone you’d want to aling yourself with for a prosperous future.

It’s a good thing he’s her boyfriend.

He strides towards her and Soarynn takes a moment to admire her handsome boyfriend. He’s dressed in a heavy burgundy coat, his golden curls gelled back today. The scent of roses overwhelms her senses the moment he reaches her and leans down to press a kiss to her cheek.

“Hello my darling girl.”

Soarynn smiles up at him, “Hello Coryo.”

She then looks back at the salesman, “My wallet,” she elaborates, taking her boyfriend’s hand.

Coriolanus chuckles as he takes a seat next to her, pulling out his leather wallet, “Is that what you’re calling me these days darling?” Soarynn gives him a sly smile and nods, “A wonderful upgrade from when I used to call you my chauffeur.”

Coriolanus is ever insistent on taking care of Soarynn in all possible ways, which often includes having her driven from place to place. Soarynn doesn’t mind walking from place to place, but she must admit that it is rather nice to be driven places, putting her above others.

Coriolanus grins and shakes his head, his piercing blue eyes gazing down at the jewelry in front of them, “I thought you were just doing some window shopping today.” Soarynn sighs as if this whole ordeal has inconvenienced her, “I was, but then I popped inside and now I simply can’t leave empty handed.”

The salesman watches the young couple converse, seemingly nervous on whether or not he’s about to secure a sale. Coriolanus analyzes every individual piece of jewelry before finally nodding and pulling out his card, “We’ll take all of it.”

꧁ ꧂

Soft kisses on her neck cause Soarynn to giggle and push her boyfriend away, “Stop, I’m trying to focus,” she chides Coriolanus who is only further determined to kiss up and down her neck. She feels him grin against her sensitive skin, “I didn’t know that flipping through catalogs counted as working,” he lightly muses.

Soarynn swats at his arm and gives him a knowing look. Soarynn hasn’t worked a day in her life and since dating Coriolanus, he’s made sure that her every need has been taken care of. Should she try and get a job, he’d surely have a stroke.

Coriolanus Snow is a man who prides himself on not only being able to provide for himself, but his girlfriend as well, ensuring both of them live a life of comfortable luxury.

“Well someone has to keep this penthouse properly furnished,” she reminds him. She’s in the market for a new lamp for the living room. The old one was a victim of a rather unfortunate accident with Coriolanus and Petunia as the two main suspects.

Soarynn’s beloved cat Petunia had been swatting at Coriolanus one night when he was purposely trying to rile her up. They’ve always had a knack for lighting each others fuses and when she had lept onto the side table to get a better vantage point, both her and Coriolanus had freaked out and in the end, it cost them a lamp.

“The lamp was a necessary casualty,” he concludes, his large hand sliding up her thigh. Soarynn scoffs and side eyes him, “Necessary for what? To rile up Petunia and get on her last nerve?”

Coriolanus only offers her a boyish grin that lets her know that he has no remorse for riling up the cat, “Precisely,” he agrees, “what’s the fun in having a cat if you can’t play with them?”

Soarynn sighs and closes the catalog, she won’t be able to get much done with him being so touchy, “If you wanted an animal to play with, you should’ve gotten a dog.” They both know how much Coriolanus despises dogs, mostly due to the Dark Days causing most canines to develop rabies.

Coriolanus has told her the tale of him running into a rabid dog at the age of seven, absolutely terrified. He hasn’t been able to look at the animals the same way since. But he’s made the exception for cats it seems, or, at least for Petunia that is.

“But you’re so much more fun to play with,” he says, his hand finally reaching her covered core. Soarynn whimpers, the catalog slipping from her grasp and onto the floor. Her hips involuntarily buck into her boyfriend’s hand and that’s all he needs to feel before his lips are crashing onto hers.

Soarynn moans into the kiss, shopping long forgotten. “I hope you know how insatiable you are darling,” she says against his lips, all the while attempting to grind against his hand to get a better feeling.

Coriolanus chuckles and his other hand comes up to cup her face, “I’d say kissing me and letting me fuck you is the least you can do,” he counters, furthering the kiss by gently biting down on her bottom lip.

Soarynn moans when his fingers finally push the fabric of her panties aside and finally touch her soaking cunt. She’s always been so reactive to Coriolanus, to the point where it’s damn near embarrassing for her and utterly attractive to him.

“And why is that?” She asks with a sharp gasp following her question when she feels him sink two long fingers into her cunt. Coriolanus groans at the feeling and begins to slowly pump his fingers in and out of her, setting pace.

Coriolanus pulls away from the kiss and peppers her face with kisses, working his way down to her jaw.

Soarynn can feel her walls clenching around his fingers, her peak is growing nearer and nearer. The sounds she makes are more and more vulgar and desperate as she approaches her orgasm and she knows that Coriolanus is more than aware of her impending peak.

He uses his thumb to rub circles on her clit, sending Soarynn into a frenzy as she moans out her boyfriend’s name. Coriolanus latches onto her neck and sucks on the one particular spot that always leaves her weak in the knees and this time, triggers her orgasm.

All Soarynn sees for a moment is white before she’s finally coming back down to earth, heavily panting and twitching. His fingers are still in her, most likely waiting to go for another round.

Coriolanus Snow has never been an easily satisfied man.

He presses a kiss right under her ear before he finally answers her question, “Because I have bills to pay darling.”

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[issacballsac]

“Being Best-friends with Dante Sparda„

Being a son of Sparda doesn’t mean he doesn’t have time to fool around with you ! Gender neutral human reader

Teenage Years | DMC3

Being the massive flirt he is he’ll most likely try and flirt with you upon meeting

Seeing as his twin brother is currently trying to kill him and take his necklace he’ll keep your first conversation short and leave you with his number

After literal Hell on Earth he’ll remember to give you a call

Y’all click instantly…he’s also just a really easy person to get along with but we’ll just ignore that

Now we all know he STAYS broke so either you pay for a meal or y’all are taking a walk in the park somewhere

Getting him to actually talk about himself is pretty difficult

Give him space and he’ll open up about deeper things in his life eventually especially things that concern his demon half(brother, childhood, etc.)

He does enjoy throwing compliments everywhere so expect daily words of praise whether it be sarcastic, goofy, exaggerated, or sincere praise

If you like to compliment as well it’ll be like the most sickening bromance ever

If your still in school DO NOT go to him for homework help

He’ll hype you up for sure but if you need genuine academic help just get a tutor💀

Would be genuinely upset if you made a joke regarding his white hair bro would get hella moody and claim you aren’t friends anymore

If you have a part time job you can BET he’s gonna ask for some bread

Not exactly outright but he’ll allude to it like..

“You remember all the damage those demon guys did to my shop? Yeah…it’s gonna cost A TON to repair it by myself…”

“Are you hungry? Well I heard about this new pizza spot that WE should totally tryout 😁.”

If you like to make clothes/jewelry/accessories he’ll totally wear it

Refuses to let you mess with his hair until like two years into knowing each other

Takes pride in his looks and you should too! Self care! Ofc you’re paying for any and all expenses🫶

Glorified sugar daddy😭

If you live with your parents…so does he

Congratulations you have a new brother 🩰

If you don’t he’ll offer to be roommates so he can get a cheaper rent

You’ll definitely meet Lady she is absolutely appalled at how you tolerate him constantly sarcastically ofc she knows he’s a good guy

If you’re into video games he’ll play with you granted he doesn’t have the money to pay for a game console so it’ll be on whatever console you have

Once he’s in your life he’s never leaving literally.

A best-friend for a lifetime

Adult Years

He probably saved you from some demons

Like if you met him in his teenage year he’d def start flirting

What can I say he stays true to himself

His personality would never change regardless of his aging

Still the same wacky woohoo pizza man we know and love

Thinks you look hot and invites you on a date which quickly just turns into a hangout after the LACK of romance

Still finds hanging with you to be fun and keeps a friendship

Even after establishing a friendship he still flirts here and there—force of habit

Would definitely teach you how to ride a motorcycle if you didn’t already know

More willing to let you mess with his hair

Like put it in pigtails or tie it up/braid it

Introduced you to the whole DMC gang

Now depending on the time period he’ll tell you about Vergil and his upbringing

He would totally tell you all about it after the events of DMC5 after he returns ofc!

I feel like he’s an animal guy so if you have any pets they’re now his pets too

Co-parenting core🩰

If you’re an artist he’ll be your muse/reference material any day

Loves the attention

Drunk dance nights

Karaoke too he doesn’t have the best singing voice but it’s not the worst

Since he’s a devil hunter he goes on missions a lot and seeing as you don’t want to get your shit rocked you stay behind

Cherishes every moment spent together and will make sure you know that

You always take him with you on vacations

How could you not???

He appreciates if you chip in helping him pay off his MASSIVE FUCKING DEBT

He doesn’t expect you to though

Despite being broke he stays stylish and if you asked would help you with fashion

Ofc he isn’t like BIG on fashion but cmon have you seen his looks? He dabbles

Immediately sees you after missions and starts ranting about the entire thing

“Can you believe it?! So obviously I shot that nasty bitch and it had the nerve to explode all over my jacket! It died so I can’t even get it to pay for a new one!”

“Don’t worry about why I smell like this worry about the fact that Trish totally took MY commission!”

Very dramatic but laid back too if that makes sense

Calls you cheesy nicknames that I will not elaborate on use your imagination 🗣️🫶

Enjoys live music and will go with you to concerts if you like

Shows you his demon form if you’re interested

Whatever your hobby is he’ll be interested

Would make sure nothing ever bad happened to you regarding devils ofc

Best bros for life and in death🫡

[blueicequeen19]

Patience is Virtue

Warnings: Stalker Rafe - but only kissing

She’s here.

Well, of course she is. She works here. This little hole in the wall diner on the Cut that absolutely reeks of greasy food and coffee but fuck. She’s here. So I am too.

I stir my now cold coffee as I watch her, pretending to look at the TV as she rings up another customer. Everyday is the same. She’s dressed in her uniform skirt and blouse, hair braided down past her shoulders, black rimmed glasses on her nose, and an innocent smile for everyone.

Except with me, her cheeks turn a bright pink. Every time I smile at her or she catches me looking, she smiles and blushes. That’s a good sign right? Has to be.

I gulp down the cold coffee so she’s forced to come back and refill my cup. I hate coffee. But I’ll drink as much as possible as slowly as possible if it means being in her presence. I can’t approach her outside of here because my father would kill me if he heard about it.

The legendary Kook King Ward Cameron can’t have his son lusting over a poor Pogue girl. One that had pale skin and long legs and tits the size of..

“Would you like a slice of apple pie?” I blink and she’s in front of me, smiling with those pink tinted cheeks and bright eyes. The apple pie is shit but so is the coffee.

“Yes, please.” I return the smile as she fills up my coffee mug.

“Big summer plans?” I ask, adding cream and sugar to my mug as she grabs my empty plate.

“You’re looking at it.” She smiles sheepishly, tucking some hair behind her ear. I glance at her ring finger again just to make sure there’s no one in the picture. She’s not from here so I don’t know a goddamn thing about her. No social media. No parents. Just her.

“All work and no play? That’s no fun.” I tease as she takes a slice of pie from the display case and hands it to me. The same pie that was in it yesterday.

“I know but I have to make money.” She sighs, giving me a small smile. Now I’ve made her uneasy and I don’t like that. I want her to be comfortable with me.

“I understand that. It’s hard paying bills.” I lie. What do I know about paying bills? But her eyes light up.

“Right? And rent is so expensive for a one bedroom apartment.” I’ve seen her apartment building. They should just burn it down and rebuild.

“Oh I know. And they don’t even cover utilities.” I scoff. She looks down at my untouched pie so I take a bite then wash it down with the coffee. She sighs as she scans the diner for needy customers then leans against the countertop, giving me a front row seat to her luscious tits.

“It’s gotta get better than this.” I immediately want to hold her. More than anything I want to know what she feels like but I’ll hold her while I find out. She looks so defeated and I can’t stand it.

“Are you doing anything tonight?” I ask without thinking. She seems startled but then blushes, trying to hide her smile.

“I usually just stay home. You’re welcome to come over though. I can make dinner. It’ll be a hell of a lot better than the stuff here.”

Well shit. That was easy.

I arrive at her apartment an hour before we agreed. I can’t help it. My body is itching to see how she lives. Where she sleeps. Where she showers. Where she touches herself. I palm my hard cock through my jeans, groaning as I let the image of her begging for my cock wash over me for a second. I was going to cum in my pants.

When it’s time to meet, I head upstairs to the second floor and find apartment three. I’ve already scoped out this building and she has a handy fire escape outside the bedroom. I can’t wait to watch her sleep from there.

I knock on the door and it quickly opens, revealing her bright smiling face. I can’t stop my eyes was trailing over her perfect face and body. It’s just dinner but she still looks cute in a little red sundress. And this is the first time I’ve seen her hair down. She’s stunning.

“Hi.” She beams.

“Hi.” I smile back, offering her the flowers I picked on the way over. Girls love that shit.

“Oh my god, these are beautiful! Did you pick them? I see these growing everywhere!” I follow her inside and quickly realize my one bedroom is bigger than her apartment. It’s spotless though and something she’s cooking smells amazing.

“Do you like them?” I ask, staring at her ass as she fills up a cup of water and places the flowers in it.

“I love them! Thank you! No one’s ever gotten me flowers before.” She faces me with a bright smile and sits the flowers in front of me. I suddenly wonder what she would look like flushed from my cock.

“You’re welcome. What are you cooking? It smells amazing.” She spins around to check whatever is simmering, showing me her ass again. My mouth is watering but not for the food.

“Shrimp Alfredo. Oh crap, you’re not allergic to seafood are you?” Her eyes nearly bug out as she faces me again and I laugh.

“No but that would be a terrible life.”

“About like being allergic to peanut butter. I’d die without Reese’s.” She’s so cute and relaxed when she’s in her own space.

“Those are my favorite too.” The first truth to come out of me. Although, Reese’s are tied with Hershey’s for me.

“I’ll have to make a peanut butter pie next time.” Her smile is bright and the conversation through dinner is amazing.

Now we’re sipping wine on the couch, her feet tucked underneath her with a blanket draped over her lap as she laughs. Her cheeks haven’t stopped glowing pink and my dick hadn’t gone down a fucking inch.

“This is nice. I don’t get to relax and have adult conversations very often.” She sighs, taking another sip of her whine.

“You don’t seem very trusting of others.”

“I’m not. You never know with people.” Don’t I know it?

“How did you know you could trust me?”

“You just seem.. safe. Good.” I place my hand on her exposed knee that’s popped out from under the throw. Her breathing hitches and my cock jerks.

“So this is a date?” I tease, earning me another wide smile.

“I suppose it is.”

“I think I’m ready for dessert now.” I can’t help the change in my voice as it drops lower, the carnal urge for her was too great. The way she kept licking her lips and looking at mine had my on the edge of insanity. I lean in before I can stop myself, ready to taste the whine on her tongue when her phone rings.

“Don’t answer that.” My voice is throaty, practically pleading. Our lips are almost touching. If I taste her now I won’t be able to stop. But if we stop I might actually die.

“I have to.” She whispers, her expression dropping as she bites her bottom lip. That bottom lip should be between my teeth. Not hers.

She pulls away, standing as she answers her phone with a hushed hello and goes into the tiny kitchen. I watch her as her features become disappointed but attentive. She nods a few times before hanging up and locking eyes with me.

“Something come up?” I ask as she flips the kitchen light off and slides her feet into her sandals.

“Yes. I have to go.” She grabs her car keys next as I also collect my things and slip my shoes on.

“Did something happen?” I follow her out into the hallway and watch as she locks the door then faces me.

“Yes but I’ll see you later.” She turns to walk away but I catch myself cupping her elbow. I couldn’t leave without kissing her. I couldn’t.

“Hold on. I need to do this.” I cup her face as I press my lips to hers. She stiffens for a fraction of a second before melting completely against me, her arms thrown around my neck. I press her back against her front door, tasting that sweetness on her tongue that has my head spinning. She moans and I press my hard cock against her soft stomach.

I can’t stop. Im so hungry for her. She grinds her pussy against me. Once. Twice. Then she’s tearing herself away, her body trembling with desire as she fights to catch her breath.

“What’s so important that you’re stopping?” I growl, sliding my hand up her thigh under her dress. She shudders violently against the door, whimpering.

“I have to go pick up my kid.”

And everything freezes.

[highlordofkrypton]

CHAPTER 2 UPDATE

SUMMARY: Tamlin is sent by his father to mentor under the famed Bruce Wayne at Wayne Enterprises, and perhaps steal some insider information. Bruce and Clark are a married Alpha x Alpha couple trying for their first child, all while helping Tamlin learn about himself and love. Oh, and Rhysand is some hotshot club owner Omega pretending to be an Alpha.

This chapter has a little Lucien cameo, too!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I couldn't post the first chapter on Tumblr because it was way too smutty.

READ ON UNDER THE CUT OR ON AO3.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come? It’s not too late to book a flight.”

The airport bustles with life, and Tamlin presses the phone against his ear. He picks up his luggage, just a few key items in an overly expensive bag. Anything else he needs can be purchased here, or already has been as is his parents preference. Everything in his life, from clothes to purpose, has been selected for him by his father. On less important occasions, his mother might have a say instead.

“I’m sure. I think it’ll be good for you, Tam, really. I doubt Bruce Wayne is going to report your every move to your father.” On the other end of the line, Lucien shuffles some things around and gets comfortable. “This is your chance to let loose. Have fun. Do things you wouldn’t normally do back home.”

“Hm, like date a beta? I’m sure I’ll have room in my apartment here for Jes too.”

“Don’t start. You and I both know if I leave, I’m never coming back. She has family here. I can’t just whisk her away.”

“Take her family, too,” Tamlin suggests, even if he knows it isn’t as easy as that.

A driver awaits him; there’s no whiteboard with his name, just a recognition and a nod. The suited man confirms his identity while taking his bags and loading them into the car. Tamlin slides into the backseat, refusing to hang up—that would mean he’s truly alone here, across an entire ocean from everything that’s familiar to him.

“Did you forget who my father is? He will find me,” Lucien sighs. “You can do this. Call me whenever you need, but promise me you’ll try to be a bit adventurous.”

Tamlin sighs. It’s not a promise he thinks he can keep. His life has been so deeply rooted in his father’s routine that this must be a test. His father must have other means of surveilling him, and the second he deviates from his training, he’ll know and call him back. The punishment— gods —the punishment—

“Tam? Promise me? I can hear you overthinking all of this.”

“Yeah,” Tamlin says softly. “I’ll try.”

Gotham City is crowded. It lacks the beauty of home , and the history of it. There’s a smell that irritates Tamlin’s nose, though it’s much more faint inside the car. He watches the people on the street and the dark buildings with curiosity. Which of these will be his home for the next year? Will he have favourite little shops? Lucien told him to try, and maybe he should. He’s never been a regular at a coffee shop. That seems like a novel idea. Yes, that will be his one thing. That and American jeans . Lucien will get a kick out of that.

The car pulls up to the tallest building in the city, a black intimidating structure with a large W at its very top. It’s impossible to mistake it for anything other than Wayne Enterprises. The driver opens his door, and promises that all his things will be delivered and unpacked at his apartment—a penthouse at the fanciest hotels in Gotham. Tamlin thanks him politely, and makes his way up to the meeting. Leave it to his father to plan back to back appointments. There is no time to rest, Tamlin should always be moving or learning. Something productive. Time is money and his third unplanned child is an expense that needs to start paying itself back.

He’s not made to wait at the entrance; security welcomes him in, as if he has always been under Bruce Wayne’s care. They greet him by name, and offer him water, coffee, tea and everything else he can imagine at every turn. Tamlin is set up in a meeting room with glass walls—one side that overlooks the skyline, and the other facing the hallway. Tamlin chooses a seat near the entrance, facing it, but also staying close to the head of the table. This way, he will greet Mr. Wayne accordingly and in a timely fashion. On his feet before Mr. Wayne ever needs to tell him how to be a proper heir.

Bruce is nothing like Tamlin imagined. He looks younger than his age, a man in excellent health and clearly a dominant alpha, but he also seems… older than the rumours. Both he and Lucien had looked up the famous Brucie Wayne —playboy, philanthropist and billionaire. It seemed almost unbelievable that Tamlin’s strict traditions-driven father would leave him in the hands of someone so wild , which is why this has to be a test. In recent years, Bruce Wayne has stayed out of the spotlight. Aside from the expected mentions of him in regards to Wayne Enterprises, the scandals have been… non-existent.

Bruce is nothing like Tamlin imagines, grinning happily in the hallway, shooing away a glasses wearing��� employee? The way they look at each other is intimate. Tamlin flushes, and glances away, granting privacy they did not ask for, but surely deserve.

Lucien would be a better fit here .

He’d know what to do, or say, if there’s anything to say at all. He’s experienced with the break in etiquette. All Tamlin can do is scramble to his feet when the older man enters, and carry himself with the pride his father beat into him.

“Mr. Wayne, thank you for taking me in.” Like a stray, unwanted by his family. “I look forward to learning from you. I’ll make sure not to inconvenience you.”

The smile on Bruce’s face fades into something more muted. The cock of his dark brow is much louder, questioning and confused. Did Tamlin… make a mistake? Bruce motions to him to have a seat.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too. No need to be so formal.” He unbuttons his jacket, sitting beside Tamlin. Bruce looks perfectly at home in the meeting room, even in the standard bulk-bought office chair. He belongs here, like the building itself was built around him; he didn’t just pin his name onto it. “I run things a little differently than your father does. I’m a little less… Hm,” Bruce hums, tipping his head to the side. He searches for the right word. “More relaxed . You should think of this more as a sabbatical than a mentorship.”

“I… Don’t understand, sir. I came to work under you and learn from someone as accomplished as you.”

A soft chuckle escapes Bruce. “Privileged is the word you’re looking for. Anyone else would have done greater things than I have, but I try my best. That’s what matters.” He rests his hand on the table, watching Tamlin with his blue eyes. Tamlin shifts, uncomfortable under his scrutiny.

“What are your interests,” Bruce asks.

“I…” Don’t have any .

This meeting is slowly turning into Tamlin’s worst nightmare. He’d much, much prefer it if Bruce would just tell him what to do, then send him off. He should have had Lucien in his ear telling him what to say. He scrambles to sprout a personality in the next thirty seconds.

“I like sports.”

It’s a horrible recovery, but Bruce doesn’t question him. He just nods, asking more about the types of sports that Tamlin enjoys. Bruce is nice , but the lack of formality means that there are no rules to this interaction. Bruce is supposed to be his superior, and Tamlin should shape himself to him.

“Breathe, Tamlin. We’re just getting to know each other. Was there something you wanted to learn, more specifically? Or anything you wanted to do?”

God, did he forget how to breathe ? He’s suddenly overly conscious of the cadence of his breath.

“Anything you need help with, or wherever you’ll place me is fine.” There’s an eagerness in his voice, either to be done with this conversation, or to just get moving . With a role, the lines will be much, much clearer.

Bruce’s expression softens. “Alright, how about we start with a tour? Maybe you’ll see something that sparks your interest.”

The tour is much easier to deal with. Simple greetings, and listening to Bruce talk. Granted, he’d expected his assistant to be the one to take him around, not the CEO himself. Tamlin speaks when spoken to. Accounting, finance, human resources, information technologies—all of these are more or less the same as his father’s company. Tamlin receives a crash course in the different industries Wayne Enterprises dabbles in, and while it’s interesting , nothing strikes him.

No, it’s lunch that captures Tamlin’s attention.

Yes, the food, but Bruce is pulling out a very childish and very embarrassing Superman lunchbox. There’s a full spread of gourmet sandwiches in front of him, along with a salad bar for two people, and yet, Bruce unpacks his own pre-cut homemade sandwich, cut fruit, cheese and nuts. Bruce looks completely unbothered by the ridiculousness.

“If you keep your mouth open like that, flies will get in,” Bruce says casually, while sliding Tamlin half of his sandwich. “My husband made it, and since you’ve already seen him, I figure we can skip the pretenses.”

Tamlin’s hand goes immediately to Bruce’s ring finger.

“We’re mostly private,” says the older man, clocking Tamlin’s instinct to check.

“I can’t have your sandwich, sir. Your husband made it for you.”

“On the contrary, he’d be offended if I didn’t share with the doe-eyed newcomer.”

“D-Doe eyed?”

“Well, it’s a lot closer to deer-in-headlights, if you ask me,” Bruce grins.

Tamlin flushes, embarrassed. He’s being made fun of, isn’t he?

Bruce says nothing, biting into his sandwich happily. He doesn’t feel the need to fill the air, and Tamlin simply follows his lead. The lettuce crunches between his teeth, and there’s a moisture inside the sandwich that is unlike any other. His mother rarely cooks, and while the food made by their chef is always good, this is so different . This is homemade , the kind of food they always talk about on television and social media. The kind of food children come home for in college.

“It’s good.” Tamlin sounds almost shocked.

“I’ll let him know, he’ll be pleased. Don’t be surprised if you get invited for dinner sooner or later.”

He doesn’t say anything more, enjoying his share of the delicious sandwich. He’s too shy to eat more, but Bruce slides the rest of his snacks over, which Tamlin is also too polite to refuse. 

“When did you… get married?” 

The question is asked cautiously, for fear of intruding on Bruce’s personal life. He’d made a point to say they were private. Perhaps it isn’t too late to retract it.

“Five years ago, but we’ve known each other professionally for decades.” Bruce smirks, leaning on his elbow. “Why? Are you looking to settle down? How old are you? Twenty-four? Twenty-five?”

“I turn twenty-seven this week.”

“ This week? And your father sent you here?”

“My education is important.”

“Agree to disagree. We’ll have a party.”

“I, no, that’s not—”

“Have you ever properly celebrated like a kid your age?”

“I don’t need a party, I’m not a kid either.”

“Well, have you?”

“My brothers took me drinking when I turned eighteen.”

“And?”

“I threw up. A lot.”

Bruce sighs, sitting back in his chair. He waves the memory away, more than ready to help Tamlin make new ones. “No, that’s not how you do it. There’s a fine line between getting shit-faced and having a real blast. It’ll be your first lesson in letting go .”

Tamlin doesn’t really have a choice, does he? He just smiles awkwardly, accepting his fate. How does he manage to convince Bruce to give up on his peaceful life on his first day ? His father is going to kill him. Oh, without a doubt.

[bookishfeylin]

“The way things are going I’ve kind of accepted that we are NEVER getting universal healthcare”

We can’t even AFFORD that or any of the other things you listed. Stop whining and acting entitled

I wrote that vent post weeks ago what--

Firstly I have great insurance MYSELF through my hospital, but I want my patients to have good health coverage. Wanting my patients to not have to worry about bills during and after discharge is not entitlement, actually. And secondly: we absolutely can afford healthcare, and free college, and everything else other developed countries offer their citizens.

I’ll start with healthcare first. Estimates for how much universal healthcare would cost vary WILDLY, with some estimates putting it closer to 32 trillion over ten years (so around 3.2 trillion a year) with others putting it at 50 trillion over ten years (~5 trillion a year). Admittedly, most sources I’ve seen place it around the lower number, but I have seen a few naysayers argue that it’ll cost the highest amount, around 5.2 trillion a year, so for the sake of argument, let’s pretend that’s what it costs. Let’s say we fumble the ball so horrifically it costs a total of 5.2 trillion a year. But guess what? We can still afford it.

In 2021 the government spent 901 billion on Medicare, 756 billion on Medicaid, and 150 billion on military related healthcare spending for a total of 1.8 trillion. i'm using 2021 numbers for consistency

Some have suggested a return to Eisenhower's 91% tax, at least for the billionaires kudos to a @qqueenofhades for explaining how that works, and if I've done the math right, then a 91% tax for billionaires alone, not millionaires or upper middle class but just billionaires, would raise 2.184 trillion. 1.8 trillion + 2.184 trillion= 3.984 trillion

We could then reduce the Bush tax cuts to raise 488 billion, the Trump tax cuts to raise 164 billion, take 300 billion from the US military budget, and completely pull out of Iraq (as ending the Iraq and Afghanistan wars raises 127 billion). If you add in a Carbon tax (180 billion) you raise 1.259 trillion. 1.259 trillion + 3.984 trillion= a total of 5.243 trillion raised for healthcare. And just like that, we've raised all of the money needed in the most expensive, wasteful scenario.

Now for college: I mentioned earlier that part of paying for healthcare could involve cutting the US military budget by 300 billion (that would look life reducing its current 816 billion to 516 billion). If we cut a further 100 billion from the budget (taking it down to 416 billion) and put that 100 billion towards college, there's more than enough money to pay for free college.

Likewise, if we end fossil fuel subsidies (saving 26 billion, or at least that was how much was subsidized as of 2018), that would pay for 12 weeks of paid parental leave.

We are more than capable of achieving universal healthcare, free college, and paid parental leave. We simply opt not to because our whole political apparatus is trash :)

[lillypadcrochet]

Ayyyy it’s bitching and moaning time

Anyway…

rn I:

-> am appealing 4 insurance denials- including one for over $11,000 (some from over a year ago but I gotta try)

-> had my last grad tuition bill fucked up so $3,000 was tacked onto it mid September after I took out all my loans, and THEN they somehow didn’t take enough of a chunk? From those loans, so I now owe them over $4,000 (I’m trying to be such a pain they help me out a little but idk if it’ll work)

-> realized today that I scraped a curb hard trying to 3 point turn into my parking spot and partially detached my front bumper

-> had to buy more contacts which are insanely expensive??????

-> and am paying over half my monthly income in rent in one of the most expensive cities in the US. (And I make $21/hour!!! That’s way above minimum wage!)

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

This is month 1 of working full time and being a real grownup I am gonna kill someone for real!! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

Anyways I’m sure I’ll figure it out, and I have super awesome parents who can help me out if it comes down to it, but I really really don’t want to mooch off of them because I’m such a fuckup I avoid dealing with any problems til it’s almost too late. Arg

[toournextadventure]

I fucking LOVE your work, you have no idea how many times I catch myself gushing and grinning whenever I’m reading everyone but her. As if I didn’t have reason enough to love thursdays because that’s my weekly payday you’ve blessed the f out of me by having that also be the day you drop a new chapter.

I doubt it’ll play out the way I imagine it but I just pictured a scenario that made my heart swell at the thought of it.

A large part of it has to do with the fact that I relate to birb. Personally my predominately ways of showing love are acts of service and gift giving but whenever I receive it, I feel unworthy of it. It’s all done out of love when my friends do it for me and they never except anything in return of course they don’t but it makes me feel as if I need to do more, because it never feels like I’m doing enough you know what I mean?

I’m sure you can basically see where I’m going with this but I pictured a scenario that involves the Addams family taking over Nicky’s expensive medical bills.

Right now birb is currently heartbroken, angry and stressed at the fact that Nicky has the possibility of being unplugged when she’s so certain that all he needs is a little more time to get better because she’d never give up hope that his unfortunate circumstance is a permanent one but obviously she keeps getting stonewalled after running what I think is endless scenarios of how she can ensure he keeps getting the medical treatment he needs to stay alive.

I know that Wednesday doesn’t know about Nicky’s condition right now but I think it’d be something she immediately tells her parents about once she does know. Wednesday is certain they’re more than rich enough to take over the hospital bill for birb and they care about her enough to do so (dare I say love birb?) so once it finally happens I don’t think Wednesday would ever admit it to birb knowing how she feels about receiving help is such an immense way especially with expensive things.

So Birb finding out that an anonymous benefactor who took an interest to Nicky’s case is now covering the hospital expenses would have her incredibly relieved at first and surprised but I have no doubt that she’d immediately figure out that Morticia and Gomez are the ‘anonymous benefactor’ and she’d feel incredibly guilty about it because to her it seems as if now three people are paying for something that’s her fault. (I’m the same person who had a bunch of theories about the accident with Nick!)

Birb asking to speak to Morticia and Gomez in private and telling them she knows that they’re the ones donating to Nicky’s cause and promising to pay them every penny back. Morticia and Gomez feel incredibly heartbroken at the way birb insistently tells them that she’ll do everything and anything to achieve her financial obligation to giving them back everything they’re giving her with interest, that she’ll pick up a full time job, sell her things, come to the manor to do any sort of labor they need done, that she’ll teach Pugsley as many things as she can but they cut off telling her that they don’t need her do any of that.

They love their kids to death and to know have insight on how much responsibility birb feels to take of her older brother no matter the physical and mental expense and thinking she’s too young to be bearing it all by herself tell her that all they could really ask for is that birb takes the opportunity to enjoy her life a little more.

“Listen we appreciate you wanting to repay us my little crow but we don’t expect you to nor do we want you to. This wasn’t a handout, you’re one of us now and your presence is worth more than we could ever afford dear. Besides this isn’t just for you, we want to meet the man who raised such a lovely little crow and thank him for you.”

-R

See, I love all the detail you put in here because yeah, you're right, you nailed Birb's thoughts and attitude about the whole situation perfectly. Because let's be real, she can not handle thinking that she owes someone something. Big, small, insignificant, it doesn't matter, her mental state can not handle that feeling of "I have to pay them back so they don't think I'm too much trouble."

Wednesday would absolutely tell her parents what's going on. Even without any other knowledge about Marcus and Kristi, she would let them know because yes, she does care for Birb and knows how much Nicky means to her, so surely there's something they can do to offer their assistance.

But Birb can't accept it. The guilt eats away at her from the inside out, she can't eat, can't sleep, can't hardly focus on anything because now all she's thinking is how she's going to pay them back. She can't, she knows that, but she has to. There has to be some way, something she can do to pay them back.

And the Addamses are just so heartbroken, you're right. Just knowing that they could do this to help and Birb won't let them/argues about it, it's horrifying. What could have possibly happened for her to think that everything is charity and nothing is because someone genuinely cares for her?

(PS. a fun note, y'all might get to see something like this in the next chapter or two, good luck 👀)

[lyranova]

Could you answer 🎶, 🎁, and 🤝 for Alice and Harmonia? 🙏 Talk about the girls and let me learn about them! 💖

Of course Erika 🥰! My two sweet girls that I don’t get to talk about much (I need to talk about them more :wah:!). I hope you enjoy~!

🎶 - How do they sound? Describe their voice

Alice:

Her VA is Miku Itou (I can’t include the videos so I sent them on discord 😭!)

She’s soft spoken but not quiet, some say she sounds similar to Secre even though the two aren’t related. She’s very careful with her words and will take frequent pauses when speaking as though she’s trying to find her words. But when she’s very excited or happy about something she’ll almost sound completely different. While still soft spoken it’ll go higher up in pitch and become harder to understand.

Harmonia:

Her VA is Inori Minase

Despite her parents both having deep and smooth voices, Harmonia’s is a little more “higher pitched”. Some mistake her for being younger them what she actually is, and will consider her “immature” until they actually sit and listen to the words that she says. When she’s serious about something, or is in the middle of battle, her voices lowers, grows rougher, and becomes almost dangerous.

🎁 - Are they good at giving gifts? How about receiving them?

Alice:

Hmm…depends. She can give better gofts then most, but sometimes she’ll totally miss the mark 😆! But most people just kind of shrug and accept the gift anyway because she’s just too sweet and they don’t want to hurt her feelings.

As for receiving gifts sometimes she gets awkward, especially if its from a certain person 👀 *cough* Mikhail *cough*. But mostly she gets excited about receiving gifts, and even if it’s one that she didn’t really want she’ll still cherish it because her friends gave it to her!

Harmonia:

Is great at giving gifts. At least in her mind 😆. Like her mother, she tends to give people very expensive and extravagent gifts that might make people feel…awkward. Especially if its *very expensive*. But she means well and just wants to give them the best!

As for receiving gifts she tends to be like “why did you spend your hard earned money on buying me this gift? You should’ve bought something for yourself instead!” and would insist on either giving it back or paying them for it, but if its something that she knows is truly from their heart, or is something homemade that she could never buy in a million years, she would cherish it until the day she died.

🤝 - Are they good with people? Are they able to get along with people and communicate effectively with the people around them?

Alice:

Alice is pretty okay with people. She gets along with most unless they’re rude to her or her friends, then she gets very protective and will aggresively defend them! As for communicating effectively, it depends 😅. Sometimes she speaks slower, as though she’s trying to think of what to say, or she speaks really fast as though she’s some kind of auctioneer 😆 (yes I’ve adopted this HC from you 😤💕!). But either way she can be a good communicator when she wants to be!

Harmonia:

Oh she is very good with people (a lot better then her parents are 😆), but it’s mostly because she *has* to be good with people. She’s the future Queen of Lumi! She’s going to have to be polite in order to build and nurture the relationships her Kingdom has with the others, so the best way to do that is to be nice 😆. She gets along with most people, although can be very passive-aggressive with people that irritate her. And she’s a very good communicator with people, mostly because she was taught how to be from an early age. But there are times when she says something and people misunderstand and are confused (she’s oddly better at communicating professionally as a princess/queen, then she is personally with friends/potential love interest 😆!)

[myfuturescratchbook]

For all those who are average, like me

My name is Alina (let’s assume it’s my real name for a second. The name doesn’t matter.) I live in Germany. I try to be a good person, but I am average. I am privileged. Sometimes I forget.

 I try to make the world a better place as much as my weak arms reach, but I’m not particularly good at that. For example, I’m aware of racism, but not enough to call myself an activist. My actions don’t change anything. But I try to spot my own racist thoughts and subconscious patterns, I go to demonstrations, I like and share tumblr posts and listen to podcasts. I’m average. Maybe less than that.

 My concerns are those of every privileged girl, woman now, in her mid-twenties in a first-world nation that expresses “serious concerns for the situation” in the less privileged ones while importing the product of underpaid work and child labour. I’m angry at dictators and angry at my own government that only addresses dictators if it fits into their policies.

 I am average. I have a family, a roof over my head, I’m safe. My mother’s growing old and her patience is running thin, my father’s not perfect, but I am part of a privileged family with loving parents and annoying siblings.

I worry about the climate crisis and my exams, I think about the good and evil and the clothes I need but I’m too lazy to buy. I worry about rising gas prices, but not enough, because I’ll probably be able to pay. I am average. I am boring. I am privileged.

 I woke up today. It’s an average day. For me.

 I checked my Instagram feed before I checked my WhatsApp notifications. I saw the blown-over card houses first. I saw my uncle’s messages in the group chat after that. Messages about him, his wife, his children, and my grandmother being unharmed, they came after that.

 He asked about his siblings. And their families, of course, that part is implied. He doesn’t ask about my mother, that is also implied. My mother is sleeping in, after calling in sick from work. She hasn’t checked her phone yet.

 I am average. I woke up, checked my phone, and prepared my breakfast bowl. I use blueberries for topping. I like the colours.

 My cousin is three. I don’t know if he’s ever had blueberries. They are rare over there, and very expensive. I don’t know if he ever will. His mother hasn’t answered yet.

 I am average. I worry about the amount of milk in my bowl. My throat feels dry.

 My display lights up. The spoon was halfway to my mouth. It’ll wait for another second as I forget that I am average and boring for a second.

 It’s another cousin. They say it came from Antep, from the East. She forgot to say if she is alright. If her husband and toddler are alive. I assume they are.

 Another cousin says they felt it, too. Badly. (Of course, they did. She lives closer to the epicentre. She lives more east.) I assume her baby’s alive, too.

 My cousin writes again, five minutes later. It’s still going on. No, it’s not. It’s an aftershock. One of the hundreds to come.

 My cousins, another uncle, the wife of another uncle. They spam with messages that don’t matter. The assumption that they are all fine, their families are fine, matters.

 Kahramanmaraş, Pazarcık. 7,4.

Kahramanmaraş.

The people left their homes.

We did, too.

We didn’t.

We went down, we went outside. (The first cousin, the one with a toddler. I can be sure by now they’re fine, right?)

 It’s still shaking. (No, it’s not. It’s shaking again.)

 Another cousin, almost as average as I am, -

No, wait. He is not in a privileged first-nation. His apartment isn’t as stable as mine, although his is much more probable to shake like a drunkard on a white line. He could have been one of them if he had visited his mother in his hometown. That aunt is closest to the centre.

He could have been one of them if it had happened on another, equally likely spot.

He’s not average like me, I’m sorry for my thought.

Whatever.

 He says, “Geçmiş olsun.“ It means, “I hope it becomes the past soon.” You can say it when someone’s sick. Or after they went through a bad thing. Or a horrible thing. A traumatic event. Usually, it’s cute to say it, hopefully you don’t suffer from that anymore, hopefully it’s over. Now, it’s just wrong. It’s the first dozen of a hundred.

 Another aunt writes. I heard Melisa’s house is down.

 Melisa is another relative. The daughter of my mother’s cousin. She’s got a brother and a sister closer to my age. I remember spending a lot of time with them in the summers. We used to play hide-and-seek and volleyball past midnight. Melisa’s a police officer, her sister is studying law, just like me.

 But I’m average. My sister’s house hasn’t collapsed. I don’t have any nieces and nephews, but if I had, I would not be wondering if they were alive. They’d be privileged, like me and my siblings.

 Another hour later, I learn she’s fine. Her family is fine. Someone got a hold of her on the phone.

 No. Wait. Something fell on top of one of her kids- But they are fine.

 I realize I don’t remember Melisa’s kids. I just know they caused a couple of fights among the younger cousins. If I’m not confusing the memories.

 I remember that I’m fine. I’m privileged. I am boring. I go to the mall, I have errands to run. My mind is swinging back and forth between brands of clothes and damaged buildings, my head’s calculating sales and death tolls.

 I get mad over impolite people on the train and irresponsible construction companies. My anger rises at the plastic around my bubble tea and a nation that keeps building unstable high-rise buildings on the borders that keep continental plates apart.

 Sorry. They don’t keep them apart. They are the line where they crash.

 There’s a child next to my table in a cafe, tiny curls, and candy in her hand, charming the waiters for more sweets. She understands the same language the girl with straight hair and blue eyes spoke until a couple of minutes ago.

The death toll is rising.

 I’m average. Boring. The girl with the candy probably is, too.

 I am average. I don’t understand what the death toll means. I think, so many people died. How horrible.

 Then I see a video on Instagram. The caption might have been fake. I’ll never know. The clip shows a baby, around six months old. I can’t tell if it can sit straight on its own. I see the caption. “If I knew this was the last video I took of you, I would have…”

 I continue scrolling. I don’t know if it’s because it’s so horribly sad, or if I am scrolling on autopilot.

 I blink. I have frozen on the next article, I realize. I blink again. It’s an advertisement for a sizable backpack for travellers.

 I don’t scroll back. I’m too scared to see the baby again.

 I think Instagram will assume that I care more about the backpack than the baby that –

 I read the next article about the death tolls in detail, although I know there won’t be more information than what I already have.

 There’s another wave.

 They write again. They are all safe.

My aunt sends a screenshot of a prophecy of another shake. There’s a scientific expression in the reasoning. My cousin tells her not to believe it. He says it’s fake news.

 I don’t dare to form an opinion on it. I am privileged. Even if it is true, I will have a roof over my head tonight. I will have a heater and multiple blankets, all for myself.

Even if I didn’t have, it won’t be snowing in Germany tonight. There won’t be hundreds of people freezing to death around me, some wishing for something to cover themselves with, others praying for people to uncover them.

 I am privileged.

Someone writes something about not entering any buildings yet. My sister rings the bell. She was at school.

 There’s silence for hours. In the group chat, I mean. The death tolls and news reports and clips with sad music and smiling children with bloody faces and missing reports are deafening.

 Not really. It’s silent when I turn my phone around. I am privileged, remember?

 I see a message from the wife of one of my uncles. An audio. My heart rate picks up. It’ll be good to hear her voice, maybe even that of my cousin, only a year older than my eight-year-old brother. At the same time, it scares me. Why does it have to be an audio? Is it bad?

 There is no voice in the audio at all. It’s a loud, consistent note with even breaks. I think about it. What could it be? A siren? Was the background too loud for her voice to make it into the mic? I realize I’m thinking about it like it’s a riddle to solve. I remember I am average.

 It hits me after I have already put my phone down with a frown. It’s exactly what I hear. A loud noise. She probably sent it to all her contacts, just in case someone is stuck and needs to draw attention. My fingers go cold.

 I don’t need it. If everything goes according to statistics, I never will. Hopefully, I never will.

 Hours go by. One of my aunts announces that they’ll be turning in for the night.

I wonder what that means. Are they going back inside? She has four kids. The youngest is 7. Too young to freeze to death in a car. Too young to get crushed under his own roof.

I am too shy to ask.

 My other aunt asks an unrelated question. Did you just feel the shake?

 The first one answers, the one with four kids. We don’t feel anything anymore. We’re numb.

 It could be a bad joke. It could be helplessness. It could be the cold.

 They all write.

 We felt it.

We didn’t.

 Someone asks, are you going back inside?

 Some are, some are staying in their cars.

 I’m already sitting on my bed. I’m average.

 But tonight’s not average. I’m too scared to go to bed because I’m afraid of the news of the morning. I’m too scared to let go of my phone because I am still privileged enough for my family to be alive. I haven’t lost anyone yet. I’m too scared that tomorrow will be even less average.

 I scroll on Instagram. I see posts of people calling for help, of people offering help, of people gathering donations.

 There’s a screenshot of a WhatsApp message written by an alleged medical expert.

 Be careful in your cars. Even if it is not running, there will be a small leak of carbon monoxide. If you do not open your windows every 20 minutes, you might get poisoned and die in your sleep.

Stay safe. He’s added a prayer emoji.

 I put my phone down.

 My stomach churns. I am average.

[starkillersbae]

venting and christmas angst

Christmas feels like a holiday designed to point out how lonely, dysfunctional and poor I am, and then makes me feel bad about about feeling bad or jealous because it's not supposed to be about the gifts or celebrations it's supposed to be about some nebulous Christmas spirit and the spirit of giving. 

But all I feel is broke, isolated, and more aware of the weird broken dynamic with my family and how other people have loving warm family relationships, piles of expensive gifts, S/Os who love them and I went to work and was alone all day. I know I have issues with money and I wish I didn’t. I wish I had a good paying job. I wish my parents had money and had been able to help me. I wish I didn’t get jealous so easily over how easy other people have it. 

You’re always supposed to be able to put aside that jealous for how good other people have it because you have love and people who care, but what happens when you don’t? 

I have no deep or meaningful real life connections. I know my mom and dad care and try but they’re so wrapped up in their own little world I’m an accessory to that. Half the time I don’t think my mom even likes me and I don’t blame her. I’m not a pleasant person. 

I’m tired, I’m lonely, I’m sick to death of being poor. I feel like a part of me has given up on finding love. 

I used to get so tied up in knots about finding love, it was the big dream. I wanted to fall in love and get married more than I wanted anything else in the world, but it just doesn’t seem like it’s for me. So somewhere along the lines that dream died. 

Every dream I’ve ever had has died. As a teenager I wanted a horse so bad I spent years doing everything to try and get a horse and it never happened to I just put it aside on a shelf and don’t think about horses anymore. I don’t want one, I don’t want to be involved in horses.  In my late teens early 20s I just wanted to fall in love like in a fanfiction.  It sorta died somewhere in my mid 20s when I realized I wasn’t compatible with relationships and love and all dating was doing was filling my life with clowns and sad depression girlfriends I’d see for a month or two before realizing they were awful.  So I put that dream up on a shelf, and truthfully, I don’t really read fanfiction anymore because it feels like reading horse magazines again thinking like an idiot I might some day have a horse.  So I started dreaming about Europe and getting a degree and I would be happy if I could just travel and see Europe.  Lately though all I think is ‘why would Europe make me happy at all?’ what would it have for me and whats the point? I would just embarrass myself to death if I tried to live there. I couldn’t afford it and I have no education, after flunking out of community college because I still can’t get my shit together. 

I just feel like an empty hollow husk of a person. Why am I living? I don’t think I even am living honestly. I’m just passing time and my body keeps going so I keep going. 

One of these days it’ll get dark enough and empty enough I’ll just end it. Thats not really a threat or a desperate cry for help. No one can survive an empty void life, being half dead and never really alive. Some day I’ll finally do it and get out before it gets any worse.

[polyamory-and-pot]

Told our family last night that we’re not in a state of being suicidal, but we have no desire to live. They constantly want more for us, want to see us better ourselves and live a fuller life. I don’t see the point. I don’t have the energy to contribute to these things.

Getting tested for autism or ADHD takes time and money. And driving. I hate driving. I don’t have money. And I don’t like to wait. Besides the most they’ll do is put me on medication in a couple months, and who knows if that will even help. They could recommend me to a therapist and that is going to add to the amount of money, time, and driving I have to contribute.

Going on anti-depressants takes time money, and seeing a therapist again. We already have a depression diagnosis, but we’d have to go through months of therapy to get approved for antidepressants. And as I previously stated therapy takes more time, money, and driving.

Meeting new people is hard as an adult. I don’t know what the first step is. I’ve looked up different ideas of what to do but nothing seems like something I’d enjoy. Plus I’m anxious around new people. How am I supposed to just get out there when I am the type to stick by myself when I don’t know people. Also in most cases this will involve money and driving. I’m not including time as an issue with this one because the point of meeting new people is spending time with others.

But even if I did all of this perfectly, it doesn’t guarantee I’ll gain a desire to live. My life will be fuller, I’d be healthier, but I’d be exhausted and still wondering why I keep pushing. Because everyone always says “Oh it’ll get better.” I’m expected to spend the rest of my life working to pay bills, wracking up bills to stay alive, and living to go to work the next day. That is what I see in life, in my future. Because that’s what I’m seeing now. When I’m working all of my time is spent at work, yet I still didn’t have the money to afford an apartment, much less other expenses like food or furniture. I watch my parents work long days and still struggle to keep their finances stable and that’s what we grew up seeing. The struggle to keep a roof over our head and food on our table. But I don’t want to struggle the rest of my life just to make ends meet. I have only ever wanted to be happy. Not all of the time, but enough to where I can say that I live a happy life. And I don’t see how those two path would line up.

[dt365-2024]

4/9/2024 7:10PM

I woke up this morning with my chest feeling heavy. I didn’t sleep till 4am. I woke up at 9am. Late to bring Mason to school. In my head, I thought well that’s the first failure I’ve done as a single mom. Could I do this? Eric woke me up with a call asking if I brought Mason to school and I said I will but he would be late but he would need to be here by 10am to drop off Mikayla’s ballet shoes from his car. I thought about how Eric must be reveling in how hard it’ll be for me being a single mom and how he’s just waiting until I come back to him. He could have taken Mason to school. He could have taken Mikayla to ballet this morning but he didn’t even offer. I made his take Mason to school anyways because Mikayla was running late for ballet. I felt heavy when I was there. Was it the lack of sleep? I didn’t know. I felt numb, achy. Like something stuck in my throat. I was able to watch her recital performance from the inside and I recorded it but I struggled to enjoy it. I still felt the same as I did when I was with Eric. I wondered if I had made the right choice. Tammy texted me, I didn’t respond back. I didn’t want to talk about it. I thought about talking to Lani or biggie, but I couldn’t do it. I felt so empty and heavy beyond words. I took Mikayla to McDonald’s for a happy meal then went home to eat her lunch. I took a nap before I had to get Mikayla ready for school, I woke up still feeling heavy after I dropped her off to school. I forced myself to go to Sam’s Club and get two more books in the ACOTAR series, and then forced myself to visit a cafe I’ve always wanted to go since I haven’t eaten yet. I went to Gäbi coffee house. It was cute. There were a lot of tourists there, people with accents. I found a seat and read a few chapters of ACOTAR. I’m almost at the end. I ate avocado toast and a green tea latte. I spent $25. Expensive, but I needed to treat myself. Afterwards, I felt a bit refreshed. Still a bit heavy, but better. I listened to Landslide as a I drove to the kids school to pick them up- Maelyn and Marshall spent the day with Eric btw and he took them to the park and sent me pictures of them with the ducks at the park. I thought about how if I made the right decision again. How I should be there for the kids. But I have to accept that I won’t be there the whole time anymore. And then I thought about how this was his intention-to make me feel that guilt, that jealously, all a plot for me to get back together with him. I picked the kids up and took Mikayla to Walmart to pick up what she wanted for her bday. She got a bike, helmet, toy phone, and I got the kids and her classmates some stuff too. Spent over $200. But it is her birthday after all. 5 is a big number. I should have hosted a party but I can’t afford it because Eric isn’t working. And I have to pay for his registration. It makes me angry. How I have to pay for his car, insurance, registration - and I get it. He doesn’t work. But he won’t even offer to take the kids to school or pick them up. I have to do it still. Little traits like this, I realize how selfish he is. How selfish he has always been. He brought the two kids over to drop them off. He could have watched them overnight at his parents but he didn’t. Again. Selfish. He picked up some clothes to wear tomorrow. I asked for help to move the broken TV and worn down tv stand but he didn’t help. He just left. Again. Selfish.

We talked a bit about his plans for getting a job and studying. How he’s considering himself a single dad. He’s not begging for me back. He isn’t sad. Literally took him fast to recover. I wonder sometimes if he truly loved me or if he just loved the vision of what we represented-a complete family. But the answer doesn’t bother me. It doesn’t hurt like it did two years ago.