#first i need to clean my room so i can pose on the couch and in front of the mirror etc

[born-to-lose]

The feminine urge to do 60s/70s groupie style photoshoots

[thevoidstaredback]

How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have

Dick had to give it to the kid, he'd somehow thought of everything. It was a little concerning, actually, but the kid had brushed off every attempt had probing for answers. Who trained him? If he was trained at all. ...had the kid gone into vigilantism alone? Oh, dear. THat's not good fro Dick's current worries.

Reading the file Danny had handed him, Dick had to wonder how long it had taken him to put together this cover story. Also, where he'd managed to get the equipment to do it. At a glance, the kid didn't seem to have much on him. Not even a phone!

He closed the folder and set it back down on the table. "Really?" he asked, "'Congratulations, it's a boy'?"

Danny's cheeks turned a bit red as his gaze shifted to the folder. "Well, yeah. You're stuck with me now until I can get you into good habits and a healthier schedule."

"That implies that you're planning on leaving."

Danny shrugged, all his confidence now fading away. Is this what he's really like? "Well, I mean, I'm sure you don't want me sticking around at all, let alone for a while."

Dick frowned and looked back at the black folder and the binder sitting on his coffee table. God, his apartment's a mess! He smiled at Danny. "My name's Richard, but everyone calls me 'Dick'. You can stay in the guest room."

Danny lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. "Really?"

"Yep. You went to all this work, it'd be a shame if it all went to waste."

The grin on Danny's face was more than worth the security risk that he now posed. "You won't regret it, Mr. Dick!"

Dick smiled back at him, "Please, drop the formalities. We're cousins, apparently."

Was he attached? No. He wouldn't allow himself to get attached. Sure, maybe he was letting this kid - he really needs to start calling him Danny - stay with him for a while, but he wasn't going to get attached. Getting attached meant losing him. Dick wasn't sure he'd be able to survive if he lost someone again.

...damn it.

***

First order of business, now that Danny was officially Dick's - why would he willingly go by that nickname? - ward/cousin, Danny was going to make sure he got some sleep. Today was Dick's day off, so Danny had sent him to his room to take a much needed nap. The man was basically dead on his feet and Danny would be damned if he let him wander around this mess of an apartment with blurry vision.

The second thing he did, once he was sure Dick was asleep, was start to clean up. The place was a stereotypical bachelor's pad, complete with questionable stains in the carpet, rips in the cushions, dishes piled up in the sink, and old take-out on every table and counter. Gross.

He made quick work of the old take-out by throwing it all away and hitting it with a very small and controlled ectoblast. He was so glad Dick had disposable gloves on hand.

The dishes were the next thing he handed. The water was cleaner than in Gotham, so he didn't worry about washing the dishes by hand when they all didn't fit in the dishwasher. He dried the ones he'd hand washed before putting them away. Dick had no organisation in his cupboards, so Danny fixed that, too.

The fridge and freezer weren't too bad. Sure, the dairy products had all expired and most of the food was freezer bitten, but none of it was moldy yet and the appliance itself was in perfect working order. He'd have to go shopping later.

Danny had never liked cleaning, but he'd had to when his parents refused to follow any OSHA laws or Lab Safety courses. So, when he found the cleaning supplies, he took a deep breath and began scrubbing the bathroom. It wasn't too bad, thank god, and was already fairly clean. It was quick and he was able to move on very quickly.

The counters, tables, walls, and tile and wooden floors were all easy to clean with a wet rag and a broom. He wasn't going to even try saving the rug because it looked well beyond the point of no return. The couch and chair cushions could be sticked up, but he didn't have a sewing needle and thread with him.

The last thing he did before taking his backpack into the room he'd been given was to write down a shopping list and leave it on the counter. It wasn't a lot, just food and some dishes and toiletries. He'd have to figure out with Dick a way to pay rent, too, but that was a later Danny problem. He'd tired himself out and was still running on pretty much empty. So, he allowed himself to fall asleep. He'd check on Dick when he woke up.

Part 4 Part 6

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[earlysunshines]

lip to lip

chou tzuyu x fem!reader ; fluff

synopsis: after studying for a while you deserve a reward, no?

wc: 2.6k

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a/n: my baby my baby

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tzuyu’s hand is twined with yours as you reach your house.

your girlfriend stares at the house in front of her, and an unexpected nervousness creeps over you. this is the first time tzuyu had ever been to your house, despite being with her for two months now, and you’re feeling a little insecure thinking about your average looking house compared to tzuyu’s

tzuyu gazes at your house, awe etching into her features as she looks at the vast variety of plants that decorate the exterior; the plants are beautiful and bright in the afternoon glow that emphasizes the green of their leaves. another feature that tzuyu notices is the dark blue bike locked up near the door, just against the wooden exterior—she guesses that it’s the same bike you had rode to her house to give her pastries a month ago.

your house fits the neighborhood well—it's comforting and quiet. it really seems like a home.

“it’s um, it’s not much probably, compared to your place…” you mumble timidly as you look at her, fiddling with the keys in your pocket.

“no,” tzuyu starts, “it’s beautiful. your house is really pretty.” she assures. you feel her thumb rub your hand softly and it makes you smile, easing your worries.

you take out the keys in your pocket and it creates a jingle noise from the contact of your keychains clattering with your house keys. the keys in your hand unlock the front door, then the two of you walk in, taking off your shoes and putting them on the wooden shoe rack inside.

compared to tzuyu’s large, eye-catching home, your place was a bit smaller. it was a two-floor house that had two bathrooms—one small and one larger with a shower and bathtub. it also included two bedrooms and one was bigger, your grandparents shared that room. the first floor also had a simple living room in the same area as the kitchen and small dining table. it was well-fitting for the three of you, and that cat that occasionally visited.

tzuyu examines the living room, it’s the first room she sees when she enters the house and it’s very cozy. the flatscreen tv is pretty mediocre in size, not too big and bulky, but not too small, and there’s a small coffee table and a soft looking brown couch behind it as well. one thing that stands out to tzuyu in the living room are small portraits of you; ranging from baby you to secondary school pictures of you posing with a swim trophy. you were adorable, you still are.

your cheeks flush when you catch what she’s eyeing, and you’re quick to direct her attention to something else.

“um, let’s go upstairs, my uh, my room is there.”

“you were cute as a kid.” tzuyu laughs, exchanging glances between the picture of you from middle school to the rose tinted face in front of her. you laugh and shake your head,

“i was silly looking.” you sigh.

“you’re still silly looking.” tzuyu teases, “and cute.”

you roll your eyes and pull at her hand, leading her upstairs and to your room.

when tzuyu enters your room, she’s hit with the scent of vanilla and almonds coming from a diffuser; the room smells just like you. the room is organized and clean for the most part, with the exception of the pens that are messily spilled over your desk and the misplaced pillow on our bed—which she doesn’t mind or really care about at all.

there are also a couple of posters on your wall, some have a band or artist on it, and some are just pleasing artworks from a variety of magazines. it really reflects your interests and personalities. tzuyu finds it endearing.

you set your bag down next to your bed and pull out a chair for tzuyu, motioning for her to sit.

“here. i need to get a seat so we can study together, be right back.” you say with a smile before walking out the bedroom.

tzuyu takes this time to analyze the small trinkets on your desk: there’s some small plastic toys from old animated tv shows and movies on your desk, they’re all the size of a finger nail and lined up for display. stick notes also occupy your desk with little notes to yourself, ranging from simple reminders to broken sentences with no context—tzuyu assumes that you had started writing something and got distracted in the process.

“hi, i’m back.” you beam as you hold a stool in your hands and set it down next to your desk.

“is that comfortable for you?” tzuyu questions, looking at how it lacks support for your back.

you nod and respond, “yeah, not a problem.” as you pull out the books and notes from your school bag, setting them on your desk. before you start working, there’s a sudden discomfort from the bulky uniform you wear.

“i think i’m going to change,” you begin, “would you like to uh, would you like one of my shirts or hoodies? the uniforms are annoying to wear outside of school.” and your face flushes from your own suggestion.

the blush on your cheeks is contagious and spreads to tzuyu’s, who nods shyly at your offering.

you smile and walk over to your closet, pulling out the first two shirts you see and holding them up beside you.

“which one do you want? i have more options and you’re welcome to, y’know, browse through my closet if you want something else…” you trail off, and tzuyu giggles at the two short sleeved shirts you hold onto.

one of them has some sort of tamagotchi character on it, and the color of the shirt itself is an orangish-yellow shade. the other shirt is a dark green color, almost sage green, but a little more unsaturated and forest like. it has three fruits lined up in a horizontal row: a banana, a strawberry, and an orange, which each have a small little doodled face on them. tzuyu thinks both options are cute, childish, and comfy looking.

“i’m fine with either.” tzuyu shrugs, unable to decide.

“well,” you look at the two shirts carefully, even furrowing your brows as you examine them for whatever reason. you put one of the shirts down, now you hold up the dark green shirt and have the yellow one bunched up in your hand. “i think you’d look lovely in this one.” you admit while handing tzuyu the shirt with fruits on it.

tzuyu giggles at your remark and nods. “if you think that then i’ll wear it.”

“i think you’d look good in anything of mine, to be honest.”

you earn an eye roll and a laugh from that comment, warms your heart.

-

the two of you end up studying for an hour and a half.

during those ninety minutes, there’s a lot of groans coming from you as you struggle with the vocabulary of your language class, and tzuyu seems to huff here and there when dealing with math. it has you snickering at each other in between note taking and scribbling equations, which eases the frustration that started to build up in the both of you.

there’s a moment where tzuyu is completely locked in. her brows are furrowed and she’s biting her lip slightly as she writes. she uses the pencil in her hand to jot down a flow of numbers, dashes, signs, and whatever else that you don’t really want to analyze or think of at the moment because math is not your strong suit.

she’s in your yellow shirt that was given to you last christmas, which sits a little loose on her body since it’s oversized on you yourself, and you have a larger, taller frame compared to your girlfriend. you notice that some strands of her hair fall out of her ponytail, and the color of her brown hair is much more prominent under the glow of the light, yellow rays coming from the desk lamp. her face also seems to shine from the light of the desk lamp, and it highlights the soft slope of her nose, as well the pink of her lips. her lips look so soft, so kissable.

tzuyu looks adorable like that.

“is there something on my face?” tzuyu asks, snapping you out of your trance.

you realize that you had been staring. your chin was rested on your knuckles and your face was basically being held up by your arm on the desk.

you gape at her a little more, bolder and with intent now. “you’re pretty.”

tzuyu feels flustered under your gaze, despite you looking a little ridiculous as well as unserious in that adorable childish t-shirt.

she’s only able to laugh at your comment, and it reveals your favorite dimples. she shakes her head and shifts her look back to the paper in front of her, fiddling with her pencil as the smile on your lips grows.

“are you finished with your homework?” you question as you put an arm up in the air, stretching.

“i just have this one question, why?”

“my grandparents are back in-” you check the time on your phone, “-less than an hour, we could do something? watch a movie or just relax, if you’d like.”

tzuyu smiles and sets her pencil down, then moves over quickly to peck your lips.

“i’d love that.” she says, “let me finish this, i’ll be quick.”

you nod with a big grin spread across your face.

as tzuyu finishes up the problem, you put your notebook and folder into your schoolbag, then hang the backpack on the hook that’s stuck on your wall. when you’re back at your desk with tzuyu, you lay your chin on her shoulder and the faint scent of her rosy perfume is noticeable. it smells wonderful.

tzuyu puts her pencil down a minute later, turning her head and placing a shy peck on your forehead.

“done.”

“yay.” you mumble quietly as you pull away from her shoulder. your girlfriend laughs at your response and smiles sweetly.

something in the air shifts and one glance at tzuyu has you feeling a bit more needy, a bit hungry almost. her lips acquire your attention and you’re blatantly staring at them—which has tzuyu turning her head in confusion.

“is there something on my-“

“you look really, really good.” you almost breathe out, looking back at her in the eye. tzuyu raises her brows in surprise and she’s flustered (again) to say the least.

you look at her lips again, then her eyes, then back to her lips. your eyes linger on the inviting feature.

“can i kiss you?” you ask, making eye contact with her again. tzuyu nods with a glow of red on her cheeks.

you smile and cup her cheek, leaning closer and pressing a soft, tender kiss on her lips.

tzuyu hums in satisfaction as you deepen the kiss. your head turns for better access and your lips connect for longer periods of time, both pairs not wanting to part, as if they were magnets with opposite forces.

you two kiss a little longer, it’s not rushed and instead it’s soft, sweet, and passionate.

your girlfriend pulls away for a brief moment and her lips brush against yours, still lingering.

“can we move to your bed?” she asks, breath warm against you.

“yeah,” you respond.

the two of you get up, still close together. your lips meet again as you stand up and blindly move towards your full-sized bed. when your calf hits the mattress you sit down slowly, tzuyu leaning down a bit to keep her lips on yours.

you part for a brief moment and tzuyu whines in response—it makes you laugh.

“do you want to sit on my lap?” you suggest, “i think it’d be more comfortable.”

your proposal catches her off guard, makes her whole body burn and pupils dilate. tzuyu hesitates before climbing onto your lap, settling herself gently as you place your hands on her hips—her brain stops working for a second.

the two of you smile, faces inches apart as you study each other’s features. tzuyu notices that your lips are a darker in color now and just barely puffy from how she had been kissing them. your pupils are wide, practically taking over your whole eye as you stare at her with a deep longing.

your girlfriend cups your burning cheek and rubs it with her thumb softly before sliding her arms around your neck.

“you’re so cute, y/n.” she mumbles against your lips before kissing you again, almost stealing the oxygen from your lungs.

her lips melt into yours as they make contact again, and your hand subconsciously moves to the edge of your shirt that she wore, moving it up slightly and slipping your fingers under the cotton material to brush your fingertips against her skin.

the feel of your cold fingers on her soft, delicate skin sends shivers down her spine, making her groan softly into your mouth. her lips part slightly, which gives you the opportunity to slide your tongue against her lip. she gives you access by opening her mouth a little more, letting you explore the new territory with your tongue. your tongues swirl against each other which earns small hums of delight as well as breathy noises from the two of you.

you’ve kissed tzuyu multiple times: on the cheek before classes, pecks in a more private setting, and on her hand as you walked her back home—but never like this.

the intimacy of kissing this much and for this long was new to the two of you. the pace of which you made out had increased as the two of you adapted to the overwhelming feeling of nervousness and added pleasure, it was new and the two of you grew fond of it quickly with each second that passed by.

the pace slows down as you slip your tongue back out, kissing her slowly on the lips again. you slide your hands back down to hold her gently by the waist and make the move to stand up, which has tzuyu wrapping her legs around your own waist.

you continue to kiss her even as you stand, turn around, and set her down—only parting when she’s fully set on your bed so you can look at her flushed cheeks and darkened pupils.

“i really like kissing you, tzuyu. it’s really nice.” you say breathlessly.

tzuyu laughs lightly at your adorable words. “i like it too.” she responds, sliding her hand through your hair and to the back of your neck. she rubs against the nape of your neck lightly and twists some of your hair around her finger before smiling again. “let’s do this more often.”

“yeah.” you say, laughing lightly before meeting her delicate lips again.

tzuyu smiles into the kiss, so do you, and it goes on again for a while—just you and tzuyu kissing and savoring each other with a new feeling that flows through your bodies.

you almost bite tzuyu’s lips when you hear a loud voice coming from downstairs. you flinch and pull away quickly, so does your girlfriend.

“y/n! we’re home! can you help bring the groceries inside?” your grandpa yells from downstairs.

“yeah! be there in a minute!” you respond, raising your voice.

you turn back to the girl under you and trapped between your hands, she’s giggling at you with her hands still cupping your face.

tzuyu gazes at you for a few seconds before speaking softly. “you should probably go help them out.”

“yeah.” you sigh, “one more?”

tzuyu nods happily and you press one more long, tender kiss on her lips.

“y/n!” your grandpa calls out again, and you almost fall on tzuyu from the sudden jolt of surprise (again).

[pernesophe]

Kaji Takes Care of Timid Reader Who has a Vasovagal Reaction

(Minors, Ageless and Blank Blogs DNI)

TW: mentions of blood, fluff, angst

Synopsis: you cut your finger and have a bad vasovagal reaction, and Kaji helps you recover.

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One of the many things Kaji has always appreciated about you, whether it be a silent or vocal appreciation, is the fact that you’ve never been squeamish around blood. Sure, when the two of you met, you had been bitten and bleeding, but still you weren’t squeamish about the red liquid staining your clothes. Many of his friends noticed too, especially when you were helping Furin members patch themselves up after a big brawl and your face expression was as unfazed as if you were running regular errands. Kaji had watched you bustle around - bandaging cuts and slinging arms - with a prideful glint in his eye. “Nerves of Steel,” Enomoto mused with an approving nod when you dropped a blood soaked rag into a bucket, and picked up a new clean white one. Your face suddenly cracked into a wide grin as one of the first years - dripping blood from his nose haphazardly onto your shoulder - comes up and starts cracking wise about the fight. His face twisted into mock offense that quickly devolved into boisterous laughter when you told him he should avoid getting his nose broken next time. So, understandably, Kaji was left with the impression that you are unbothered by blood - until the day you proved him wrong.

Kaji sat on your couch in the living room, the back of it facing the kitchen where you are busy making dinner for the two of you as he is scrolling for something to watch while you two eat. Suddenly he hears a sharp yelp from the kitchen.

“Bob?” Using his pet name for you as he calls over his shoulder, concern lacing his voice. All he hears in return is a panicked whimper as he swiftly crosses the room to be by your side in the kitchen. When he sees you holding your wrist lightly with your other hand with a small slice running along the side of your index, and a thin trickle of blood dripping into the sink below - he almost scolds you to get a bandaid.

“Ka-Kaji… I’m sorry… I feel not good…” The reprimand dies on the tip of his tongue as he hears your small voice warble over to him. That’s when he noticed that your breathing was shallow and you were slightly swaying, like you were trying not to faint. Stepping closer slightly as he positions himself in your narrow kitchen so he can catch you if your knees suddenly give way.

”Y/N? What’s wrong?” Urging to explain in the gentlest timbre, despite his creeping fear. It's a way of speaking that he truly didn’t think he was capable of, until he met you. Bracing an arm around your lower back to stop your swaying as a sheen of cold sweat breaks out over your face and drips down to your collarbones. Then, he grips your injured hand in his gently as he inspects it for any dire damage that he may have just not seen yet. Worry pricks up his spine as he tries to piece together what could possibly be wrong.

”I-I’m not good with… blood.” If your lips hadn’t been ghostly white when you uttered those words he would have laughed at you and denied it to be true. After the words hang in the air for a moment, your body finally sways far enough that he has to catch you and securely hold you against his torso before you tumble to the floor. ”Can you help me to the bathroom please?” Asking timidly, the feeling of embarrassment and shame coursing hot in your veins for needing to lean on him like that, but Kaji was unfazed - carrying you directly to the tiny hallway bathroom and setting you on the floor in front of the toilet.

”Are you going to be sick?” Lifting your chin gently as he poses the question, so he can peer into your eyes, but you lean your entire side into the cool basin of the tub as your whole body begins trembling. Despite the placid expression on his face, Kaji could feel his pulse spike and had half a mind to call Kusumi or Hiragi to ask if he should just take you to the hospital.

”I’m sorry - I don’t know… Could you get me some water pl-please?” Stuttering in a tiny voice due to your clattering teeth as you make no attempt to move away from the tub. Wordlessly, he goes back into the main area of your apartment to retrieve water, a hair tie, a cool rag, and a first aid kit. The prickly anxiety mounting in his chest doesn’t allow him to be soft right now as he forces himself to assume a methodical approach - making a list of items and steps he needs to follow for you to feel better.

When he returns he finds you laying on the tile floor completely now - curled into the fetal position, somehow looking even paler than before, and your clothes looked dark from how much you’re sweating now. For one bewildered moment Kaji remembers when he was literally dripping in blood weeks ago and you bounded over to him with a big grin - the only indication that you noticed the red liquid was when you handed him a handkerchief and scrunched your nose slightly as you asked him to clean up a bit. Shaking the memory from his mind as he sits down next to you - careful not to touch you too much since you feel like a radiator, and then he lays the cool rag on your forehead. The second the cool cloth meets your boiling head, you emit a whimpering moan out of sheer relief as he moves to start bandaging up your finger.

Eventually, you start to feel okay enough to sit up with your back to the wall next to the tub, facing the toilet with your knees pulled up to your chest. A bandage clung tightly to your finger now, and the cold rag has been discarded to another corner of the room. Kaji holds the cup of water for you and brings the straw to your still white lips.

“Sip.” Directing you in a low tone, laced with slowly ebbing concern as his ashen blue gaze stays glued to your face - waiting for the color to return. Doing as you're told as you take the straw between your lips and drink a small sip, and then you release the straw silently. Another few minutes passed with him directing you when to take small sips, until the water was halfway gone, the color had finally returned to your lips and face, and the cold sweat had finally dried from your forehead. ”Feeling better?” Murmuring softly as he attempts to meet your gaze, but you’re looking down at your toes pressed to the tiled floor -  too embarrassed and ashamed to look him in the eye yet.

“Y-yeah, thank you… and I’m sorry… for-” Mumbling in a muffled voice against your knees. Kaji lightly pokes your cheekbone, just enough to pull you out of your shame spiral. In the time that he’s gotten to know you, he’s found that it is something that is quick, easy and nonverbal enough for him to be able to break your concentration. Slowly, you look him in the eye, and though he looks a little stern, the concern on his face was more apparent.

“Stop apologizing. It’s not like you had any control over that, and you obviously didn’t want it to happen.” After you finally meet his gaze, he speaks firmly but there’s quite a bit of tenderness there too. Nodding slowly in return, but you don’t have much to offer verbally at the moment. Next, he asks if there’s anything else you need, and though you don’t intend to, your eyes shift down to your sweat soaked clothes in embarrassment, and then to the shower before meeting his gaze again. A small amused smile pulls at the corners of his mouth at your nonverbal communication. 

”Need a shower to reset?” Posing his question in that same tender way as he spoke in the kitchen, and you nod quietly as a blush creeps up to your ears. Kaji rises to his feet and starts the shower so the water can heat up to just a little hotter than lukewarm. “Okay, but not too hot - I don’t need you actually fainting.” Teasing in a mock annoyed tone that makes you giggle at him despite the shame shadowing you still. The tension, and more importantly your embarrassment, dissipates after that. First, he turns his back to you so that you can undress and then get into the shower, and then he takes a seat on the closed toilet lid in case you suddenly feel weak again. Occasionally he’d ask how you’re feeling, or tell you to say something to him so he knows you’re still doing okay - his voice still reverberating traces of concern. As you finished up and he handed you the towel through the curtain, he remained ever The Gentleman - averting his gaze so he didn’t see anything or make you uncomfortable. 

Unfortunately, the more biological side of his brain kept him well fed with shower scenes with him and you… It didn’t help that when you did finally open the curtain, draped loosely in your towel, water dripped from the ends of your bangs and fell into the rivulets of water still streaming down your glistening skin - transforming you into a rendition of Benzaiten appearing from the steam clouds. Kaji’s eyes widened as he was struck with the vision of you looking much more like a goddess than mortal right now. She doesn’t feel well you pervert. Internally, he facepalms as his more rational side takes over and he reaches out a hand to help you step over the tub. Guiding your towel draped form from the bathroom to your bedroom, where you stand behind the closet door and dress as he sits on your bed with a hand covering his eyes for good measure. It always surprised you how comical Kaji’s genuine attempts at consideration were. 

Finally, once you’re on the couch and under a fluffy blanket with a full bottle of water, take out on the way, and what you had planned to make for dinner cleaned up by Kaji - he sits in the corner of the couch so you can snuggle against his chest. Putting on some movie that the two of you have seen about a million times now and wrapping an arm securely around your shoulders, so it can play in the background and he can focus on you.

”So… I thought you were okay with blood? I mean I’ve never seen you have that kind of response when you see my blood?” Kaji begins - careful in choosing his words, and speaking with great care to not embarrass you further - his gaze bearing no judgment.

”I am okay with blood… just not… mine…” Speaking slowly in a shameful tone as if you’re revealing some dirty secret. It’s not like it’s some big deal, or that you thought Kaji wouldn’t like you anymore because of it. It is just so embarrassing to you that a literal paper cut can bring you to your knees, especially when your boyfriend and all of his peers laud your ability to handle blood so well. Kaji asks some more questions - gently and still bearing no judgment - and you explain to him what a vasovagal reaction is and that it only happens when you’re hurt in a nonfatal way - like cutting a finger while making dinner - which only makes it more embarrassing to you. Surprisingly - though not really, considering his relationship with shame - Kaji handles your embarrassment around the whole thing really well. He’s clear and thorough when assuring you that it’s nothing to be embarrassed about, because it’s something you literally have no control over. Even going as far to say that when it happens again, that he’ll be better prepared next time.

After your little ordeal, and the long talk, you were exhausted to the bone. Which is pretty normal after having a reaction like that, so Kaji let you sleep on him until the take out arrived, which is when he gingerly scooped you up and laid your head on the arm of the couch while he grabbed the food at the door. You were woken up with a soft kiss on your forehead from Kaji and the take out already laid out on the coffee table for the two of you, and a much more interesting movie set to play on the TV. 

The story playing on the screen - a tearful romantic comedy - had captured your interest completely, but Kaji had chosen something of little interest to him so he doesn’t get distracted. Cerulean orbs drift to your giggling form over the next hour and a half as he takes in the life that’s returned to your eyes, the rosy color blooming in your cheeks, and your steady hands when you grab his wrist during a particularly funny or emotional part in the movie. The prickly anxiety that had crept up his spine and filled his chest cavity finally dissipates as you take his arm, wrap it around your shoulders, and snuggle into his side for the rest of the movie. It wasn’t hard to notice that he wasn’t watching the movie at all, just you. Securely tucked against his lithe torso, Kaji dips his head to press his nose to the top of your head and inhale the sweet scent of your shampoo. The last dredges of fear tremble out through his muscles as he draws you even nearer and pulls your legs to him so they’re draped over his lap, and though you don’t mention it, you notice that he keeps his nose pressed into your hair and eyes closed through the rest of the movie.

Much later that same evening, after you’ve fallen asleep next to him in bed, Kaji stays up a few hours later just researching vasovagal reactions - what can cause them, and the best ways to help someone experiencing one. Ever since meeting you, he had never wondered whether he was strong enough to protect you or not, but tonight - just like the first time you two met when you were in shock and bleeding terribly - he felt the clutches of fear as he scrambled to figure out what he could do to help. Meanwhile, from the moment you entered his life you took everything in stride - even going as far as attending First Aid classes just in case something went really wrong, and educating yourself on trauma responses just so you could support him better. 

It struck him then that he wanted - no, needed - to be able to offer you more than just the strength in his fists. For once in his life, he felt like he could trust himself enough to unclench his hands and really hold someone. To care for someone… Now all he wanted was to learn what he can do for you with those unfurled hands as one scrolled through “Vasovagal Syncope: Symptoms, Causes and Treatments” on his phone and the other held you securely tucked into his side. Only pausing in his research when your cheek shifts on his chest as you drowsily murmur, “Kaji go to sleep…” to peer down at your still shut eyes and slightly scrunched brow.

“In a moment, my love...” Murmuring sweetly as he presses a chaste kiss to your bangs before bookmarking the pages, locking his phone, and setting it on the table. You’re already drifting off to sleep, so the new pet name doesn't register in your tired mind, nor do your sealed eyes catch the way that his gaze exudes the spoken emotion as he peers down at your sleeping form. If any god were a fly on your wall at this precise moment, there’s no doubt they would be filled with unquenchable envy. Adoration is etched deeply into the planes of Kaji’s face as he looks upon you with such an unfathomable warmth in his arctic eyes - he could easily be mistaken for some famously obscure painting of a devotee in the middle of worshiping his own personal deity.

[danikamariewrites]

imagine being Rhys and Feyres sweet little housewife 🤭🤭🤭 baking and cooking for them, making the home clean and peaceful for them, going shopping, sitting on Rhys’ lap whilst he works, sucking on Feyres tits whilst she paints being spoiled and babied ALL the TIME, extreme princess treatment, it’s not a want it’s a need 🤍🤍🤍

Housewife headcanon

Feysand x reader

A/n: I don’t want to be a housewife BUT I would be for them

Warnings: fluff and slightly nsfw at the end

After a year of dating Rhys and Feyre they convinced you to move in

When you did they were adamant about you making yourself at home because the River House is your house too

Since acts of service is your love language you easily became incorporated in their daily routines which they love

You get up early before Rhys goes to training and make him a small breakfast and coffee. The first time you did this he was surprised. “Darling you didn’t have to do this.” He said, kissing your temple before eating. “I know, but I wanted to. I know you don’t eat before working out and that’s not good for you Rhysie.”

Before he leaves you give him a kiss and tell him “have a great day baby, I love you.”

Then you go back to bed to cuddle with Feyre for another hour until she gets up

You bring up coffee or tea - whatever she’s in the mood for - and the two of you get ready together. Sometimes Feyre does your makeup if you feel like it. You love having her hands all over you, she’s soft with you when she plays with your hair and holds you

When Rhys comes home the three of you sit down for a proper breakfast and talk about what your plans are for the day

Your first few weeks you took it upon yourself to add more furniture into some of the rooms and make the living room a little less old gothic looking

You got a new rug, new arm chairs, and a big comfy couch with new blankets and you hung a few of Feyre’s paintings

Over the months you worked on de-gothifying the place and making it more homey

When that project was done you could tell Rhys and Feyre felt more relaxed at home. All those dark colors must’ve reminded them of literally everything bad and work of course

You also love to cook! Going to the farmers market is your favorite. Fresh bread and foods from all over Prythian at your fingertips

Once a week you make a big meal for the 3 of you with stuff you bought from the market. You also make dessert which is usually ice cream, brownies, or cookies

Feyre and Rhys have always showed you so much love and affection, even before you moved in

To show you that they appreciate everything you do they dial up your Princess treatment to what feels like a million

They buy you any and everything you could ever want

They love taking you out for shopping trips in the city together but sometimes they get so busy you go on your own

You like going on your own sometimes, that way you can get them little surprise gifts

Other days you feel like doing nothing but sitting around the house or being with one of them while they worked

With Feyre you helped her with correspondence or planning lessons and gallery’s for the art studio

Sometimes the two of you would snuggle and read together on the couch in her office

Other times creativity would hit and Feyre would ask you to pose for a sketch for a painting. As she paints you sit with her just in awe of her talent

“You’re amazing Fey. I don’t know how you do it,” you say to her. Feyre turns her head to quickly press her lips to yours as thanks. “Thank you my love, I couldn’t do it without my muse,” she teases

When you compliment her she’d boop your nose with whatever paint she was using and you’d giggle while blushing like crazy

That usually ended with the two of you covered in paint naked on the floor

With Rhys you love taking naps in his office either on the plush leather couch by the fire or sitting on his lap

You read or help him sort paperwork and write letters to the other high lords

Usually working with Rhys is pretty boring unless your in his lap staring up at him with heart eyes, admiring that beautiful jaw line and sparkling eyes

“I can feel you staring darling,” Rhys lightly chuckles out. Your cheeks turn pink a little and you hide your face in his neck. “I can’t help it you’re just so damn pretty.” You mumble. “Another laugh shakes Rhys’s chest. “Hey, look at me.” You slowly pull away from his neck and meet his violet eyes

Rhys shifts you so you’re straddling him with your back to his desk. His hand comes up to softly hold your chin, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. “I love it when you stare at me pretty girl. Reminds me of how much you love me. Do you stare at Feyre too?”

You nod, a soft smile pulling at your lips as he inches his face closer to yours. “Mmhh, and what does Feyre darling do when you stare at her like that?” Rhys gently kisses you as he taps on your mental shields, asking to see what you did with Feyre yesterday

You happily show him, hoping you can end up in the same position with him

You also show him images of the 3 of you together in bed hoping that you can have both of them sooner rather than later

[lou-struck]

Are You Watching?

Katsuki Bakugou x reader

~ Bakugou has never seen your favorite movie before, and so you end up watching him more than the movie.

Genre: Fluff

a/n: I do this alot, I just get so excited when I’m watching one of my favorite movies with someone I want to know that they are liking it.

As you walk through your front door and kick off your shoes that just don't quite fit right, you are hit with an overwhelming sense of victory.

Today was a bitch, but you made it through unscathed.

That in itself calls for a celebration of self-care. With Katsuki still out on patrol for a bit, you decide to slip into something cozy, get yourself a big bowl of microwavable popcorn, and take out your stack of DVDs.

But these aren't just any DVDs; these are your favorite comfort movies, the kind you can watch anytime and never get bored. You know every line by heart, quoting the lines under your breath and laughing in anticipation of your favorite scenes.

You've only been watching for twenty minutes or so, but your mood has already been raised up out of the gutters of exhaustion and disappeared when you first came home.

"Oi, what are you watching?" a familiar guff voice calls from behind you, sending elated prickles over your skin as your turn around.

Katsuki Bakugou, your boyfriend leans up against the doorway, he looks so natural, but you have a feeling he posed himself that way to look cool in front of you. You pause the movie and turn your full attention to your handsome partner, who looks just as exhausted as you did earlier.

"Suki, I didn't hear you come in." you smile, scooting over on the couch. "Get changed and come watch these with me."

"Haven't you seen this one before?" he yells from down the hall, already changing into his comfy clothes. He loves watching movies with you; it makes him feel normal after a long day dealing with the worst society has to offer.

"Yeah, so? It's one of my favorites," you call back defensively. "What's the big deal?"

"I just don't get how you can watch the same damn movie so many times," he grumbles, coming back into the living room wearing a black shirt and some flannel pajama bottoms you got him for Christmas last year. He is already looking more relaxed than he did before. Off in the distance, you can barely make out the sound of the washing machine buzzing to life, cleaning the rest of the day out of his hero costume.

"But you haven't seen it yet." you giggle, flipping up the mountain of blankets dramatically so he can get under them with you, patting the now open spot with your other hand.

He chuckles amusedly and joins you on the couch. His warmth comforts you in a different way than the blankets have as you breathe in his familiar scent. "This is much better," you sigh as his arm wraps around you. You place your head on his chest, your favorite kind of pillow.

"Bad day?" he asks, gently rubbing circles onto your skin.

"Not the best," you admit, shuddering at the memories from earlier today. You'd tell him all the annoying details later, but now, unwinding is the priority. "You?"

"It was pretty shitty, but I've had worse," he responds flatly. You believe him; the news coverage today told you all you needed to know about his bad day. 

"Then I guess we can just stay here until it all goes away," you chuckle, reaching for the remote and pressing play. Bakugou wouldn't admit it out loud, but the idea of just staying here on the couch, cozy with you in his arms, is the perfect ending to any day, no matter how shitty it was. 

Your conversation dies down as you both watch the movie. It really is the kind that you can watch over and over again. 

You think to yourself that it's strange that even after watching this movie in your living room so many times, Katsuki has never seen it for himself.

Wait, if he hasn't seen it before, that means he doesn't know about The Twist. 

You find your eyes drifting from the screen over to his handsome face. His crimson gaze remains transfixed on the screen in front of him. There is something so satisfying about watching someone watch your favorite movie so intently. Even if it's one he would not choose to watch himself.

You know what's going to happen, so you don't need to be watching as close. Katsuki is much more interesting right now. How will he react? Some of your friends said that the Twist was predictable, but others said they had no idea it was coming. The anticipation of it all makes you look at him even more intensely. 

Sensing your gaze on him, he turns his head towards you. "What are you looking at?" he huffs, "Do I have somethin on my face?"

"No," you say, looking away quickly, "It's nothing; keep watching."

He shrugs it off and returns his attention to the screen. You try and focus on the movie, but you can't help it; you have to see what he thinks about the Twist. You have to see his face. You shamelessly bring your gaze back over to him, only to find that he is not looking at the screen at all. His eyes are on you.

"Suki, you're not watching; this is important," you whine dramatically as if you are not the whole reason he is distracted in the first place.

He tsks, "How am I supposed to watch the damn movie if you're staring at me like that?" his voice rising in volume. 

"Just pay attention," you pout, crossing your arms over your chest., "I just wanted to see what you thought about the next part. It's my favorite."

His gaze softens as he tries to untangle your crossed arms. "Such a weirdo," he chuckles, leaning over and giving your cheek a quick kiss. "I'm watchin, I Promise."

Despite the dry air outside, his lips are still soft and smooth against your skin. You uncross your arms and return to your previous position on top of him. "You gotta watch," you mumble, trying to discreetly look at him and the screen at the same time.

And then it happens—the Twist. 

The main character being betrayed by their own best friend. You've seen this part so many times you could quote it word for word. But Katsuki…

"Where the Hell did that come from," he yells, sitting up quickly, ruining your comfortable resting spot against him. His mouth is agape, and his eyes are wide as he stares back at you, hoping for some sort of explanation. His features then go from shock to loving irritation as he ruffles your hair on top of your head. "You were waiting for me to watch this, weren't you?" 

"I knew you'd be surprised," you grin cheekily. Trying to bat away his hand from your head. "There were a few hints earlier on that make more sense."

"What hints?" he asks, narrowing his eyes and biting the inside of his cheeks as he tries to recall any sort of detail that would lead to the reveal of this betrayal. Obviously, he is still very troubled by the turn of events. "I didn't see any damn hints. Gimme the remote; we are watching this thing again."

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : LIKE DADDY

“Baby, have you seen my chain?”

You walk into your shared closet and see your husband going through the jewelry cabinet. “Which one?”

“The one you gave me for our anniversary.” He bends down to look at another box. “I’m sure I placed it on the nightstand, but it’s not there and I can’t find it here.”

“Hmm, you probably misplaced it somewhere else. At the studio maybe?”

He groans “No I came home with it last night.”

You shrug, “I’ll help look downstairs, let me just check if the kids need anything.”

You walk out the door and towards the Children's room. You see your daughter Mia playing with her Fujifilm Instax camera her godfather gifted her for Christmas.

“No Ezequiel, you need to pose like daddy so you actually look like twins.” Mia tells him, her voice sounding like she's irritated.

“But mama said that’s not nice.”

“Mama is not here, you baby.”

“Mama is here young lady, what are you making your brother do?” You cross your arms and raise your eyebrows to look at her.

Mia looks like she just got caught doing a crime, but the thing is, she has the same sneaky smirk her father does when he gets caught doing something he’s not supposed to.

“He wanted to look like daddy.”

“Okay, and what was the not nice thing he had to do?”

Mia shakes her head.

You turn to look at your son. “Ezequiel?”

He was about to answer but Mia cut him off. “Fine, fine, I come clean. He was supposed to do the naughty fingers and hold his chain.” She shrugs.

“You know better than that Mia, no naughty fingers- wait, What chain?”

“He has daddy’s chain.”

You stand up straight and head towards your son. “Oh your dad is throwing a fit, he thought he lost it.” You pick up Ezequiel and have him in your arms. “Let’s go show daddy.”

“Can I come?” Mia asks.

You nod, “Of course baby, come on.” You hold out your hand so she can put hers in with you, and you three make it back upstairs.

“Babe.”

You hear noises from the bedroom, things being thrown all around.

“He’s mad mama?” Mia asks.

“No, he just really loves this chain.” You walk into your shared bedroom and see the bed is unmade, the side dressers are wide open.

“Jack.”

“What?” He’s on the floor looking under the bed. “Yeah sorry, what happened?” He says looking up and seeing you and the kids there, so he stands up and smiles.

“Daddy you made a big mess.” Mia says, looking around the room.

“Yeah, I’ll clean it up in a bit.”

“So I found your chain.” You tell him smiling.

“Fu-I mean duck yes, where was it?”

You walk up to him and hand him Ezequiel. “Your little twin.”

Jack looks down at EZ and smiles. “I should’ve asked him first huh?” You just smile.

“Daddy, Mia took pictures of me with your chain, we twins.”

“I bet she did an amazing job, I can’t wait to see them.” He looks at Mia and winks. “And you definitely are my twin little man.”

Ezequiel smiles at that.

“Now why don’t you all go downstairs, get some snacks ready and pick a movie to watch, while I clean up here?”

“Yes movie please.”

“I want Little Rascals.”

“I’ll help you bubs.” You say and start picking up.

“No, it’s okay, I need to make a call real quick anyway. You go downstairs with the kids, I got this.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

Jack nods, so you and the kids make it downstairs and fix up some snacks and look for a new movie to watch.

******

A few hours and some movies later, the doorbell rings.

“Are you expecting anyone?” You ask your husband.

He nods, “Actually, yes. But it’s just a drop off.” He says and gets up from the couch and heads towards the door.

“Who is it momma?” Mia asks.

“I don’t know bug, it's probably daddy’s work.”

Mia groans, “It’s our weekend. No work duties.”

“It’s not work baby, I promise.” Jack says as he comes back into the living room and sits down next to Ezequiel.

You look at the velvet box and raise your eyebrows. “Please tell me you didn’t.”

Jack smirks, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Jackman, he doesn’t need it.”

He shrugs, “Only when we’re home.”

You’re smiling at that. “Go on then, he’ll love it.”

“Mia, pass this to your mama please.” Jack hands her a box.

“Oh, for me?” You ask him, smiling.

“Mia, this is for you.” He hands her a smaller box. “And this one's for you Ez.” He hands him a box.

The three of you open the box and see there’s a matching chain with the one you had gifted Jack for your anniversary.

“Oh pretty.”

“Daddy we matching now, yay. Thank you.”

“Anything for you little man.” Jack tells him and helps him put it on.

Ezequiel immediately gets up from the couch and heads your way. “Look mama, I’m just like daddy.”

You smile, “Yeah you are buddy, twins for life.”

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[strangersatellites]

i’ve been missing the universe from my first fic lately, so enjoy this snippet (my best comedic work yet) from tip of my tongue, he’s pulling my hair; i’d do what he wants anywhere

“Henderson, please do not get pizza sauce on my carpet!” Steve yells across his house at the man-child balancing boxes reaching higher than his head.

“Geez, Steve, relax, would you?” Dustin chides, “Why are you freaking out anyways? I have never once seen your house this clean.”

Steve spares a moment to feel a bit caught out. “He’s right,” he thinks.

He follows Dustin into the living room carrying a stack of plates. He is met with a sight he has grown all too familiar with over the years of the kids using his home as their designated hang out. Coffee table pulled out to the middle of the floor so there is optimal seating around its perimeter; Lucas, Mike, and Will already seated and bickering about Will’s campaign; Max and El on his couch trying to choose a movie to watch; and more D&D paraphernalia then he even understands or knows what to do with. The only thing currently missing are the rest of the adults of the group, all of whom are en route, hopefully with beer and other substances so that Steve can get through another night of fifteen year olds screaming until three in the morning.

“No seriously dude, you look like you’ve seen a ghost, what the hell are you being so weird for?” Mike asks about the time Steve realizes he’s moved the cups around the table three times.

Moving to stand at the head of the table Steve claps his hands together and places his hands on his hips in what the kids call his “mom pose”, deciding to make an announcement. They had originally planned on just introducing Eddie as a friend, and then getting a read from the kids before they told them anything more. But now that they have seemed to figure out that something is up, Steve is loath to keep the secret from them.

“Oh here we go,” Lucas whines.

Mike groans and Max and El perk up in their seats.

“Watch it Sinclair. Don't make me put you on trash duty.”

Lucas mimes zipping his lips shut.

“Thank you. Okay gang. I don’t usually ask you guys to be on your best behavior because my home is your home and all that shit. But today Robs is bringing over this guy that I have been talking to so I really need you guys to be cool.” Steve pleads with the group, feeling irrationally jittery even though he knows they can tell he’s nervous and would never do anything to actually jeopardize or invalidate his worries.

The girls on the couch both look like this is the best news they have ever heard. Meanwhile, Will, Lucas, and Mike all look shellshocked. Dustin is the only one who maintains some sense of a calm demeanor. Immediately diffusing the shock with an “Okay.. well we’re missing a D20, does anyone have a spare in a backpack or something?”

Steve just laughs as his panic is so quickly relieved with the normalcy of these kids, who all immediately take to looking under the table and under pillows for the missing dice. He takes a second to be grateful they all are so quick to support one another, himself included.

Steve, shaking off his shock, responds, “You know what? I think you guys actually left some here last time you came over to play, let me go grab them.”

“Sweet, thanks mom!” Lucas says to Steve’s retreating form, earning himself a middle finger over the shoulder.

On his way down the hall he hears the doorbell and the sounds of Jonathan, Nancy, and Argyle joining the party and making themselves at home. Steve thinks the most home this house has ever felt is when it is full of these kids and these friends.

Walking into his spare room Steve rifles through the top dresser drawer that has turned into some kind of makeshift lost and found, letting out a victorious “aha!” when he lays his hands on Dustin’s missing D20 and the various other matching D-something’s.

He stops in front of the mirror one last time on his way out to give himself a pep talk before Eddie comes over. It's not that he’s nervous to see him, but the fact that Eddie is essentially meeting his family today, and everyone that's important to him. Logically, he knows there is literally no way they won't like him, but a little bit of fear permanently stays lodged in his chest these days and today it's chosen to take root in this situation.

Making his way back to the rowdy table he drops the dice in Dustin’s hand with a flourish and goes to check his phone to see if the rest of the group are almost here. He is broken out of his task to Dustin’s “What the fuck?”

Turning to see Dustin still standing stock still with the dice in his hand Steve makes to reprimand him for his language before getting cut off with “These are Eddie’s.”

Steve freezes. Approximately a million thoughts and questions start running through his head, the most prominent he asks aloud, “How do you guys know Eddie?”

By now the rest of the party has clued into the situation, Lucas chiming in, “Eddie’s our DM when we play at Hellfire. How do you know Eddie?”

Steve stutters, trying to connect the dots.

“Oh my god,” Dustin screeches, “Eddie said he lost his customs after he was playing with a hookup. Was it you?”

Steve has about three seconds to be offended that Eddie referred to him as a “hookup” and to think that he needs to text Eddie a warning before the doorbell rings.

This time, everyone freezes, Steve sees the moment that the kids all suddenly remember that Steve said Robin was bringing a guy over.

Steve, still in shock, is rooted to his spot while Mike runs to the door, flinging it open to reveal Robin and Eddie. If Steve had his wits about him, he would be most interested in the fact that Eddie looks really fucking good in his worn old Black Sabbath tee and ripped jeans with his hair up, but as it is he is too busy reeling.

Steve watches with bated breath as Eddie’s eyes flit to all of the people in the room and connect the same dots that Steve did only moments ago. Eddie’s eyes finally land on Dustin’s open palm with his apparently custom DM dice and he goes to say “Oh shit! You found-”

“Your dice.” Steve finishes for him.

Again, he sees the moment Eddie remembers what he told the kids happened to his dice.

“My dice... Yeah.” He brings a hand up the scratch at the back of his neck.

All of the kids shake out of their shock at once with shouts and jeers of, “STEVE was the hookup?” and “Oh my god I can’t believe this is happening,” and from the girls, hushed giggles, the remaining adults all putting two and two together themselves.

Robin breaks the panic with, “I feel like I’m missing something here.”

Rather than rehash the entire event in front of the kids, Steve finally launches back into action and grabs Eddie and Robin and drags them into the kitchen.

“Oh my fucking god!” Steve screeches, dragging his hands down his face.

He feels Eddie’s presence behind him and feels one arm snake around his waist and another come to rest where his thigh meets his hip, and warm lips dropping a kiss to his neck.

“Why are you freaking out, baby? This is honestly the best case scenario. I’ve been so nervous all day about meeting your kids, come to find out your kids are my kids,” Eddie speaks lowly into Steve’s ear and honestly? He does have a point. But-

“I think I’m mostly freaked out that they figured it out before I got to tell them. I was fully prepared to make an awkward introduction and wait for you guys to hit it off. I was not prepared for all of them staring at me asking if I was the hookup you left your dice with.” And now that he thinks about it, maybe the world hookup is the part that is bothering him the most.

Robin seems to have finally pieced together the puzzle, “Ohhh, shit. These are the kids that always come to your D&D nights. You know, I honestly should have put this together earlier. Especially after that time you came into work talking about your dice getting you into some super kinky sh-”

“Robs!” Steve cuts her off.

“Sorry!” She squeaks. “This is just all so funny to me. Like how did none of us put together that the obnoxious kids that play at your house are the same obnoxious kids that play at Hellfire?”

Eddie laughs over Steve’s shoulder. “Yeah, I don’t even have an argument for that one. This seems like a massive oversight.” He says rubbing circles into Steve’s hips. “Well, at least we know your kids love your new boyfriend already,” and Steve just rolls his eyes, able to hear the smirk in Eddie's voice, “Nice save, Master.”

Steve shakes off a slack-jawed Eddie and makes to go back to join the kids. “Well, we may as well rejoin the kids and suffer through the impending torment.”

Robin and Eddie cackle behind him as they make their way into the living room.

Upon seeing the kids already in the throes of their game Steve just stands and looks out over the room at all of the people he loves and is once again, so grateful for each and every one of them and their ability to make him feel so effortlessly comfortable even at his most nervous.

He should’ve known better than to think Eddie would ever let him win though. He’s struck from his reverie, when he hears Eddie, in what is undoubtedly his dramatic DM voice, say, “Hey anklebiters! Do you guys need a Dad? I’m trying to un-single your mom!”

[outpost51]

Sip of Snips 1/8/24: Longing

Want to play? Check out the challenge here!

Here’s a bit from Sensitive Information Handling Tactics, yet another kryterius oneshot. Under the cut for... well, you see the community tag.

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>kryik: u up? need 2nd opinion

With the trap baited, all he had to do was wait for his quarry to come calling.

And figure out the best position in which to drape himself on the couch that would show off his black leather chest harness without being too obvious about his intent.

Sure enough, the call came through moments later. “Guns, armor, or that treasonous act you call a wardrobe?”

“First of all, hi, Saren, nice to catch up with you too,” Nihlus drawled. “Second, I don’t call it a wardrobe, I call it the clean-clothes basket, and third, it’s a fashion question. Vidshare with me?”

He had to be way out there for a several-minute long comm-buoy delay. “I don’t have the bandwidth at the moment.”

Nihlus fought down the disappointment in his subvocals. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t love it when Saren called him pretty — or what passed for it in Saren-speak.

“Just send a picture,” Saren huffed. “Preferably one of the front and one from the side so I can determine if it’s flattering or not.”

Oh, it was flattering, alright. “Yeah, okay, hold please.” A different angle was called for, then — and lucky, that. Pictures were easier to pose for than live video. On his back was the easiest, to ‘show the front’, obviously, but his side was a bit trickier; he settled on curling one knee up and flinging one arm over his crest, a view Saren had once claimed was his favorite to wake up to. You look like some ancient noble’s layabout heir, he’d said, and I’m the homely knight to which you’ve somehow become attached.

Nihlus thought it was the opposite way around, personally.

“When I open this,” Saren sighed in resignation, “will there be a cock in the frame, or are you actually seeking advice?”

“Nah, the main gun’s tucked away—”

No, not resignation. What Nihlus had previously taken as long-distance static was actually the subtle buzz of longing-disappointment.

“—but I can pull it out if you want.”

Another delay.

“N-no, that’s… that’s… oh.”

Mission: success.

Nihlus flicked a mandible. “Where are you right now?”

“On Silence, I’m leaving Altakiril in the morning,” came the response, delayed again and a little breathy. “I was visiting Desolas.”

“Where to after that?”

“Citadel. I need to pay a visit to the Archives.” Hesitation, but this time, it wasn’t because he was busy ogling — Nihlus assumed — the pics he’d been sent, but because of the standard, constant-vigilance skepticism that came along with the Arterius Special. “Why?”

“Be awful convenient if you took the Osun Relay from there.”

Saren scoffed. “Inefficient, I believe, is the word you’re looking for, Nihlus. That adds an entire extra—” a quiet ping announced the arrival of a third picture with cock-in-frame “— stop… to my… Spirits…”

“Inefficient maybe,” Nihlus purred, rolling to his feet to slap the locking panel on his door — rather pointlessly, it was about ten paces from one end of his room to the other, and he probably could have reached from the couch if he stretched. “But that’s waiting for you if you decide to inconvenience yourself.”

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Can you talk about the dynamic between reader wade and Logan after the events of not just neighbors? Maybe ward barging in all the time or him teasing Logan for inviting her over

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omg i’m so glad you asked!!! here’s a little thing about my writing process: i write scenes as they come to me, more often than not out of order and then i have to go back and stitch them together to make a coherent story. that means i have a lot of throw away scenes that don’t make the cut but i have silly Wade moments. here are a few random excerpts

“Al. Al! Al, you need to come here.”

“I’m not lifting a motherfucking finger. What do you want?”

“Logan is cleaning,” Wade whispered-yelled. “The pad is so spotless I could eat off the floor.”

“So he’s pulling his weight like a nice young man. What about it?”

“You think he’s finally gonna pop the question?”

Al tilted her head to the direction of Wade’s voice. She could tell he was in the kitchen while sitting in the living room. She even paused her show to hear him better but regretted it almost immediately. “There is nothing in your head other than bullet shells and cocaine.”

The insult bounced off of Wade’s skin like nothing. “Think about it. He’s been eye fucking our girl next door since she met her. Obviously he wants to talk to her but has to do his honey badger mating rituals first. He’s old-fashioned like that. Oh shhhh, here he comes.”

Wade quickly jumped to sit himself down on the couch next to Al and posed to look as natural as possible.

Logan came out with Dogpool held close to his chest and dare Wade say a pleasant expression. Logan felt him burning holes in the back of his head and eyed the other man suspiciously.

“What is it?”

“I just feel like a proud parent. You’re all grown up,” Wade patted the corners of his eyes.

“Stop speaking in riddles and spit it the fuck out.”

“I always swallow but since you asked so nicely; I think it’s cute you have a crush. And you picked a really nice girl. It’s never too late to find love.”

Logan’s face was steadily steeping red but he turned his face to the kitchen. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t embarrass you. So when you’re ready to bring her over I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“You won’t be here if I do. I’m sure you can piss somebody else off for a couple of hours.”

“Nuh-uh. You need me to break the ice, set the tone, warm her up.”

Logan cocked a suspicious brow.

“Not in that way you dirty perv,” he gasped. “…Not unless you want me to.”

“I do not want you to.”

“It was worth a shot.”

“Both of you shut the fuck up! I can’t even hear the TV,” Al cried out.

“I am so sorry, Betty Crocker’s evil twin. I still had the show paused,” Wade laughed.

“Yoo-hoo, open the do-or! I know you two love birds are in there. I can smell you!”

Logan groaned, throwing his head back on your couch and you stifled a giggle into his neck. You two were lounging at home, finally getting a free day to yourselves after a very busy week. His hands ran up and down your sides, gripping your waist and hips as you sat on top of him. As somebody who was so distant before, he loved physical touch. If you were within arm’s reach, his hands would be on you. If he wasn’t he would seek you out. This type of clinginess was foreign to you but now you wouldn’t be able to live without it. Every part of you was so cherished by Logan, it made you feel giddy inside.

“Don’t worry, he’ll go away soon,” you whispered in Logan’s ear.

There was a clicking sound that came from your front door that made both you and your lover’s ears perk up.

“…Unless he picks the door he knows how to open because I ask him to at least once a week,” you groaned.

The door swung open and in waltzed the man of the hour, Marvel’s personal Jesus, Wade Wilson in his official Deadpool suit. You haven’t seen him wearing the red spandex in ages so the awe you felt won over the anger you would’ve expressed. Logan was angry enough for the both of you.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Down boy, not everything’s about you. I need my bestie’s help. It’s girl talk, you wouldn’t understand.”

Logan would not let you go, not that you wanted to get up and leave him, so you sighed and twisted your body until you were not straddling him but instead leaning on his chest with your back. You rested your hands on top of his much larger ones right over your stomach.

“Alright MJ. Hit me.”

Wade walked in front of you and did a slow spin. “I think the suit is dated. I need a rebrand.”

“Fucking hell,” Logan groaned behind you. You patted his cheek the best you could in apology. “You don’t have to do this now. Or better yet, go to Al for help.”

“Or you can go to hell, pissy pants,” Wade shot back.

“Easy now,” you warned.

You could feel Logan baring his teeth at your friend and had to cool them down before the fight ended with another ceiling fan broken and the blades used as weapons. Instead you took his hand and massaged the tendons in it, tracing your fingers down his knuckles and immediately he melted to your touch.

“Wade, may I ask why you want to rebrand? I think your suit looks fine.”

“Every other super hero has had one at some point! I want something big. I want something that says ‘I’m here’. Deadpool,” he said dreamily. “My first idea is ass-less chaps. Country is in right now.”

You shook your head and Wade deflated. “I know for a fact there is a Cowboy Deadpool out there and you cannot jack their style. Also, that’s tacky.”

“Very tacky,” Logan repeated.

“Says the one who would look like a feral minion if he was the comic accurate height,” Wade quipped. “How about flare pants? That could be something! Or cut outs around my waist to emphasize how snatched I really am. Oh, how about—Jesus fuck, stop rubbing her down like a genie in a bottle. That’s distracting.”

Wade was right. You could barely pay attention to his yapping because Logan’s hands were dragging all over the top of your thighs and your lower stomach. His chin rested on your shoulder, his chest pressed close to your body, and you so badly wanted to kick Wade out.

“We’re working with Disney now, at least try to be demure.”

“Take it as a hint and fuck off,” Logan shrugged.

“I don’t think anything is wrong with your suit. I love it, the people love it, you almost look like Spiderman,” you mumbled the last part. “It’s perfect. Now leave.”

“Yeah yeah. I’m leaving because I want to, not because you told me to,” he said with an upturned nose.

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Sosha

my oc was weak like dru used to be

The scoobs were fighting another demon when it goes for dawn who had her back turned sosha shoved dawn away but it grabbed Sosha instead licked it lip’s could tell sosha was hyped up on caffeine and sugar could smell sour gummy worms coming from her pack picking her up took her pack opened it’s mouth and started sucking her energy and life from her making her very weak spike tackles it making it drop her and her pack causing her bounce roll and slide hitting head stone. He beats it up really bad then kills it. He looks at Sosha saw he her laying like she dead Willow picked up Sosha’s pack and dusted it off could tell it could use a trip to the wash. Sosha slowly tried propping her self up but collapsed every time he runs to her telling her stop he held her in his arms and carefully picked her up holding her close in his arms. He Kisses her cheek saying she was very brave pushing dawn away He would have taken her to his crypt but it’s no place for someone who’s weak. so he takes her to the summer’s house willow and Anya gives her a bath get her changed in her pjs and spike tucked her bed and kisses her cheek. He goes to leave but Sosha grabs his wrist gave him pleading eyes he smiles takes his shirt off so her hair doesn’t caught in the buttons and gets in bed with her he snuggles her close in his arms. He wakes up first but fronds really sad thinking it was a just dream till he feels her snuggle close to him with her hand on his ads he smirks knowing she’ll blushy and shy and nervous.

He just watches her sleep.she soon wakes up sees her is on his ads her smirks at she lifts her hand but spike lays her hand on his abs again. she tries going getting up but spike stops her saying she should be resting cause she’s weak. He kisses her cheek before he goes to get her some food and put willow in charge of making sure sosha doesn’t try getting up. She can hardly walk ten steps before collapsing on the floor Spike feeds her takes food down stairs cleans up the mess he made. then goes back up stairs to find her sound asleep. He frowns seeing her so weak and hole body pale and gray the scoobs look for ways to cure her but they have been unsuccessful. Spike carries her down stairs after he made a nest of blankets and pillows on the couch.and lays her down on couch he didn’t like when she would try to get up on her own cause she would take ten steps and collapse on the floor or in his arms if was fast enough to catch her. He got her a wheelchair and would push her around stores and shops and museums people would awwww when they saw spike pushing around and pointing to different objects in the museum. An artist was so inspired by spikes love for sosha she never felt so much love coming off any one. She just had to paint them. ( she was like lorn but didn’t need to hear them sing) she felt very inspired feeling so much love from spikes for ssosha like he would shove her away from anything. She asked if she could paint them she said she would make two one for them and one for the museum.sosha and spike nod. Spike gets on his knees be side sosha’s wheelchair turns her head by holding her chin in a very sweet romantic way and kisses her the artist smiles really big say perfect and to hold that pose she took picture but told them not to leave the room he asked the artist to keep an eye on Sosha while he gets them something to eat. She shrugs like ok then asked Sosha to talk about what she loves about spike so she tells her she loves he’s been spoiling her and being extra worried and gets cranky when she tries walking cause she can only take ten steps before she collapses and he decorated her wheelchair and add tray that can be on the side till she needs it a bag with pockets for marks colored pencils note book her i pad cell phone cup holder tassel in the Handles back and seat cushion soft arm rests.he really hates if I try getting up. He soon came back with food fixed tray and put her lunch on it. The artist continues sketching

Please please let me know if I should make her get better and how or stay that way

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1/5/23

Today was very rough. Very little sleep, Max kept me up by actually howling around the house for food around noon. Poor thing. I was so tired but... I had to get up, I had to get her food. She was really not happy.

I sorted the tumbled rocks, cleaned the tumbler barrels (I hope, if there's still large grit in the tubs it can really fuck everything up...), individually cleaned the grit off the larger stones with a fucking paintbrush... I swear, not being able to just clean stones on my porch like I used to? Where I would just dump the slurry water off the side of the porch. It's so much goddamn harder to juggle these grit changes when I have to like... dispose of the slurry by pouring it into a milk carton, then clean the stones in a mini strainer and a bucket. Then I have to wait for the fluid in those containers to settle fully, a few days at least, and then drain as much water as I can out so that I just have the slurry paste left over, let that dry completely, then put that in the trash. All that, versus dumping it off the porch. It's a whole thing. And I'm going to have to do it... 3 more times. -_- The tumble is on hold for now, I need more ceramic medium to add in to fill the barrels more, so I'm waiting on that Amazon order.

Yoga was fucking rough. There was this one that was like... a half split or something? I don't even fucking know, the combo of like 3 or 4 different poses she was doing was just like... my hamstrings were just not fucking budging, and my quads were working overtime compensating for that. It was brutal. It was humbling. The first time in a while that I've had to take a beat and rest my muscles doing yoga. It was a legit workout that started actually hurting. My quads are still sore from that. It was intense, but good. Still got my head cleared and got the gears clicking.

I watched this thing on David Lynch that popped up in my YouTube feed. It was kinda haunting, like the way he described his creative process was like... like he jumped into my head and found the words that I've been searching for for ages. But like, of course he did, because that's like... his job. XD And he's really damn good at it. It was inspiring in a lot of ways.

As I went through my day, I kept getting these... mini-inspiration strikes. Like... short animations, or graphic novels. It was kinda vague, as it tends to be before I start working on it. Then it kinda starts taking on a mind of its own and making itself. But like... this was a bit of a calling for me to tell the really difficult stories that I have. The true ones. The ones that people could probably imagine were fiction because of how powerful and surreal, how movie-like they were. Like... I got a few of them very vividly. My first mushroom trip. The New Year's when I went with a friend I've had since I was like... 14, who I went with as a like "if we don't have anyone to kiss at midnight, you know..." kinda thing. And I was shitfaced with no one to kiss. And she found some bald dude who was much older than her. And then I got piss drunk(er) and was chainsmoking on the porch most of the rest of the night, hitting it off with some chick who was visiting from New Jersey, where I was born. And then like 3AM rolls along, and everyone's asleep, and the owner of the house (who I've also known since I was like 14) comes out and gets the chick and has her sleep in his bedroom. And I'm alone on the porch. It's snowing, I'm in the middle of nowhere, like... top of a mountain on the porch of an A-frame cabin, piss drunk at 3AM middle of nowhere. I go back inside and the lights are off. All of the couches in the living room have people sleeping on them, even the recliner. I, flustered, go to the basement. I just want to pass out at this point. I notice someone sleeping on the couch in the basement, but the two-seat loveseat near it was open, the only open piece of furniture in the house, so I curl up on it and take my dress trenchcoat off and use it as a blanket and try to sleep. Yeah, this was like a dress-up party thing. It's freezing in the basement, I'm shivering, I can't get comfortable at all, I'm trying so hard to be quiet and just got to sleep to just like... fast forward a few hours and sober up enough to drive. And at one point I look over at the couch, and under the blanket is my former friend curled up with that dude, both staring back at me. It was dark, but I swear at least she made direct eye contact. And I'm not entirely convinced they were wearing clothing under that blanket. And I audibly grumbled "fucking come on." And I threw on my coat and went upstairs, went out to my car, decided it was too cold to sleep in there safely, grabbed the mega-sized Monster from my center console, sat on the linoleum floor of the kitchen and played crosswords on my phone and chugged Monster until the house woke up. You know, stories like that.

But I wanted to make these stories... more engaging in... I guess a more expressive way? I'm struggling to find the words to express what the desired effect would be, but I was hoping to achieve it by making the characters more... cartoony, like spirit animals or something. Like actually drawing myself as a chipmunk or something, something that represented the spirit that I had at the time. But I couldn't settle on any of my spirit animals. Later in the day, I saw myself out of the corner of my eye in the preview cam in my Betterhelp session and clearly got an image in my head of a primitive human. Like that game I've been playing, Ancestors. My bone structure, my features, but with a much more primitive... base model? I'm struggling to find the word. A more primitive species version of myself. But I still need props like cars and phones and shit. So, that was where that inspiration spark left off today. Maybe doing a storyboard of one of these stories depicting all of the people as primitive ape-men. Because we all seem to fucking forget what we really are. We are simians. We are hairless (kinda) apes. No matter how many fancy toys and gadgets and shit we create, at the end of the day, that's just what we are. And that's not a bad thing, connecting with that part of ourselves is the key to being in touch with nature itself, just be responsible with it and don't go fucking feral, please. So yeah, something is pulling me towards that idea very strongly, and it doesn't take too much work to sketch up a storyboard... no matter what it turns into, a storyboard would be useful.

I left myself a note so hopefully I follow up on that tomorrow. My memory has been shit lately. Insane stress, little sleep, no shit my brain's slipping a bit.

I was putting off mentioning this. Massive fight (not the right word again, not a fight if you're not fighting back) with my mom. Half an hour before my therapy appointment. Like... I hung up on her, then switched right over to the therapy appointment the same minute. I was physically shaking, really panicking. Social worker helped me calm down, he used to be a crisis worker so this was probably tame for him. Dug pretty deep into shit, which was good. In the end, it's probably good the timing that played out today. He got to see clear as day exactly what the biggest setback in my life looks like the second it happens. We traced how it connects to my current fears of meeting new people. How I feel like I'm just going to see all the good things in people and overlook the shitty ways they treat me, like not even see or notice it, because that has historically happened because it's been very rare that I haven't been treated like utter garbage. Like I had a former "friend" who took 2 lbs of shredded cheese I had bought earlier that day out of my fridge and just went home and made food with it. Didn't even ask. And I was just like... "oh, he probably needs it more than me, he probably meant to bring it back or something". Like... come on, man. And I've often gotten so desperate for human contact that I just... overlook these things, forgive them entirely, go "oh they probably didn't mean to". And I'm really afraid I'm going to do it again. And right now, my track record with that is utterly spotless, literally every person in my life over the past... 10 years? has done that. So in my head, the odds are like "oh yeah, that's a guarantee." But that's not how probability works, that's what I need to remind myself.

But I woke up a bit to how bad my depression feeds into that anxiety. My lack of confidence and self-esteem, right? So it's less thinking I'm going to fuck up, as much as I am afraid my self-worth will be so fucking rock bottom that I will just allow people to treat me like human garbage, just for the opportunity to spend time with someone. So my strategy is shifting a bit. I've been gung-ho about addressing anxiety and trauma, and I've done a TON of really important work around that, but what I need to focus on right now is motherfucking depression. The analogy I brought up is like... my anxiety is like a spark, but my depression is like a fucking gas main that's feeding the flame. So I could get the anxiety perfectly honed right now, and it wouldn't even really solve the problem, because one tiny anxiety misfire and the whole room goes up. Right? So I need to go after depression, big time. Big time. How? Fuck if I know, I got cinnamon rolls, that's supposed to help, right? XD

I'm deeply grateful for the insight from today. Both the artistic inspiration and the therapeutic inspiration. The yoga thing from today was "shift". Shifting perspectives. And being open to that concept... see, I thought I needed a shift in how I was interacting socially, and then I got insight on two other shifts. How I artistically express myself, and how I address my self-care and soul-work. Guess they're more important right now!

After the appointment, I ordered delivery. Fuck it. And then... called my mom back. Because sometimes I just can't resist trying to touch the flame, I guess. I just wanted it to end. It was brutal. 2 hours of brutal. Then 1 hour of real-talk from me on how the brain works, and different suggestions on how she could manage her... suspicion of me better. Then 1 hour of trying to figure out what goddamn TV to buy. It drained the life out of me.

After that, it was 12:30AM. I put on my headphones and collapsed in my new 6 foot beanbag chair with my cat and watched stupid video game youtube videos with these really funny guys who own a skate company. And now I'm writing this at 4:20AM, and I haven't smoked in like... almost a month. Like, I didn't even try to quit! I just stopped smoking because I didn't want to risk freaking out. Reward wasn't worth the risk. So lame. What I would give for a vice right now, I swear! Like... something that gets me to that physical comfy place that weed does, but without the existential dread... like smoking a few hits and taking half a Xanax, good lord that would be *chefs motherfucking kiss* right now. I wish I had a hippie psychiatrist who could help me out with shit like that!

Bed. Now. So tired. Bye world, much love, be good to each other please. <3

[1-800-hwahui]

art project

member | art major grad student bf!minghao x fem reader genre | smut. maybe fluff at the end kinda word count | ~2,800 warnings | dom!minghao, sub!reader, reader has a vagina and breasts, unprotected sex (use protection irl!!), use of paints (they're safe dw), breastplay (?), choking, an ounce of humiliation (and i mean it there's barely any), reader begs him to cum inside, creampie, reader falls asleep for the aftercare but there is indeed (some) aftercare, use of pet names: good girl (1), darling (4), baby (3). if i missed any lmk! notes | lowercase intended. partially based on this ask from @sluttyminghao. dedicated to alicia i hope you enjoy suffering :) also thanks to @duhnova for proofreading ily -💒 june

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“what do you need me to do?”

your soft voice snaps minghao back to attention, and he looks up at you, laying on a couch in the center of the room. completely naked.

his hands shake imperceptibly as he grips the pencil, keeping his eyes firmly on the canvas in front of him.

he knows it’s part of the curriculum to do an anatomy study—which, of course, involves studying the human body. he just didn’t expect it to be your body he has to study. and he definitely didn’t expect to be fighting a hard-on the entire time he’s trying to sketch.

and he’s trying not to, this assignment is due at midnight and he’s just barely started, but how is he supposed to be expected to focus on this assignment when his gorgeous partner, the love of his life, is sitting so innocently yet so lewdly in front of him? patiently waiting for him to finish his assignment so you can spend the rest of this gorgeous sunday afternoon with him?

minghao has a feeling he’s not going to get much work done today.

“do you need me to pose, or something?” you call out, a hint of nervousness in your voice at the prolonged silence in the studio.

he stands up from the chair at his easel and tentatively walks over to you.

“can i…?” he breathes, reaching out to touch you.

you bite your lip and look up at him, nodding. “mhm.”

it would be a lie to say you weren’t incredibly turned on being minghao’s model. something about the thought of being completely revealed to him while he sits fully clothed, scrutinizing every inch of your body so he can immortalize you as one of his masterpieces, makes you rub your thighs together against the couch in anticipation.

his slender fingers trace up your side absently, his eyes fixated on your breasts and he gently turns you towards the light shining through the open window.

“tell me what you need, hao,” you whisper, and you’re positive that both of you know you’re talking about more than just you posing for his portrait.

with him standing in front of where you’re laying, your gaze is directly level with his thighs, the obvious tent in his pants just within reach.

you look up at him, your eyes silently asking permission before you reach out to rest a hand tentatively on his thigh.

he shudders, and you smile, moving your hand on top of his bulge and just barely applying pressure.

he groans at your touch, then grabs your wrist, stilling your hand. you pause, waiting for him.

“assignment—first,” he says breathily. “let me finish first.”

you curl your legs behind you on the couch, leaning back. “you could always… finish first,” you grin mischievously.

he steps back, barely out of your reach, but enough that your hand falls back down to your side.

“better hurry then,” you say. “you’re gonna have quite the mess to clean up. i’m dripping all over this sofa.”

you’re teasing and you know it. but you figure this is payback for all the essays and assignments that he’d interrupted so he could spread you out on the twin bed in his cramped dorm your first year together.

he turns suddenly and hurries to a cabinet on the other side of the room.

while his back is to you, you decide to have a little fun– if you weren’t already having fun riling him up.

you slip your hand between your thighs and spread your legs, the cold air hitting your sensitive area and making your shiver. you push apart your folds, slowly dragging one finger up and down to spread your wetness around. you whine when you finally slip the tip of your index finger inside, just barely to the first knuckle. not enough to give you anything, but enough to make minghao mad.

and mad he is. when he turns around from the cabinet, the look on his face isn’t surprised at your bratty actions, but rather, a sadistic kind of excitement. he narrows his eyes at you playfully.

“did i tell you you were allowed to do that, darling?” he says, walking back towards you. his shyness from earlier is gone, replaced with the usual hard persona that you’re used to seeing from him. which is exactly the reason you decided to misbehave.

“mm, no,” you admit. “but so what?”

he scoffs. “if you’re done being a brat, i have work to do on this assignment.”

you finally notice the tubes of paint in his hand, and your heart speeds up in exhilaration.

“here.” he tosses them to you, colorful pinks and blues and yellows. “if you’re going to touch yourself, use the paint. give me something pretty to look at while i draw, hmm?”

you turn one of the tubes over in your hand, studying the label.

“they’re body safe, don’t worry,” he adds, his faux-displeased look falling for a minute into the sweet, shy boyfriend you’re used to. “i, uh… got them special for you, in case you wanted to try them.”

you smile, grateful for his thoughtfulness. your eyes never leave his as you snap open the cap of one of the bottles and dump it onto your chest, almost daring him to make a move. bright orange liquid spills down your breasts, covering you in paint.

minghao steps forward and runs his finger through the paint, collecting it on his finger before smearing it roughly across your cheek. “there,” he says, turning and walking back to his easel as if nothing happened. “now you look like art.”

you giggle suggestively and open another bottle, squirting a glob into the palm of your hand. you rub your hands together to thoroughly coat them, then slap your hands against your thighs, leaving bright pink handprints along the skin just below your dripping cunt.

minghao sits at his canvas, sketching nonchalantly as you make a mess on the couch.

you think he’ll give in soon and come fuck you like you want, but he’s firm; at least half an hour passes without so much as a smirk in your direction. he’s so focused on his work, that you don’t think he even notices when you start fingering yourself again, hands still covered in paint as you roll your clit between your fingers and buck your hips off the couch in desperate search for more.

“hao,” you whine, getting impatient. “are you done yet?”

“brats don’t get what they want,” he reminds you sternly. “and you haven’t been behaving very well. now sit still so i can finish this, or you won’t get fucked at all today.”

you moan and lean back against the couch again. despite all the playing, you know this assignment is worth a big part of his grade, and he needs to get it done– tonight.

you’re almost starting to drift off when you hear chair legs scrape against the floor loudly. you look up, tired, and see minghao walking towards you with a satisfied grin.

“it’s finished?” you ask, stifling a yawn. the afternoon has gotten later, and the sun still shining through the window has gotten darker.

“enough. you still want me to take care of you, baby?” he breathes.

you nod and whimper, starting to wriggle in your seat. some of the paint on your skin has dried, and it cracks and flakes off at the movement. the half-full bottles lay on the seat next to you, and he picks one up, turning it over in his hands.

“you know how this works, darling. need to hear you say it out loud,” he chides.

you moan and adjust in your seat. “yes, please. hao, please,” you groan out.

“that’s my good girl,” he smiles, opening the bottle and pouring some into his hand. his long finger swirls the liquid around in his palm teasingly.

“please,” you whine again.

“i’m not sure you deserve me, after how you behaved,” he frowns, but he begins tracing his paint-covered finger along your collarbone. “get my pants off, then, if you want me so bad.”

it’s humiliating, but you swear you’ve never moved faster in your life, hands flying to the loose buttons of his pants.

his hands are now completely covered in paint, so you help him shrug off his cardigan, leaving him in a low cut tank top. you admire the way his skin glistens with sweat, before either of you have even done anything strenuous.

suddenly he presses both palms flat against your chest, leaving pretty purple handprints over your breasts before lifting his hands. you groan at the cold feeling of the paint on your nipples, watching his own harden beneath his shirt.

the muscles in his arms flex as he slips out of the last of his clothes, leaving him exposed in front of you. you know he must be painfully hard by now, having had to sit and watch you writhe on the sofa for nearly an hour.

he grabs you and flips you over with ease, manhandling you into the position he wants you. you don’t struggle, letting him toss you into whatever pose he pleases.

“since you couldn’t sit still earlier, maybe you’ll sit still once you’ve got my dick in you,” he grunts through gritted teeth.

you’re flat on your back against the seat cushions, minghao standing over you with one leg planted on the back of the couch.

you whine out his name, and finally you get what you want. he starts pushing into you, meeting zero resistance from how wet you’ve been for the past hour combined with leftover paint that dripped down to your cunt.

you sigh, head lolling back against the armrest as he enters you inch by inch, giving you the delicious stretch you’ve been waiting for all day.

your breathing falters as he slowly pulls most of the way out before slamming back into you, giving you little time to adjust.

the different colors of paint smear down your skin as he thrusts into you, the force of his thrusts making the paint pool at your breasts and collarbones.

he slows down for just a second to grab another color and slop it on his palm, before his hand slides up to your neck. the pressure is just barely there, but it’s more than enough to make you dizzy.

“mingha–ao,” you gasp as he continues snapping his hips against yours. the pads of his fingers tighten against your neck, and you’re sure he can feel your racing pulse beneath his fingertips.

“look at my beautiful masterpiece,” he coos, his hips never letting up as he speaks. “my work of art. covered in all these pretty colors, just for me.”

you let out a whimper at his words, involuntarily clenching around his cock.

he curses and tightens his grip around your neck. “squeezing me– ah, so beautifully, darling. ‘m not gonna last long if you keep doing that.”

“don’t care,” you blubber, eyes starting to fill with tears from the constant pressure building in your pussy. “cum in me, hao, please– need you, baby, need you to cum in me–”

“you think you’ve earned it?” he scolds, reaching down with his other hand to grab your breast, smearing more paint across your dirtied skin. “you think you’ve earned my cum?”

“m–please, hao, please,” you sob. “please!”

he lets go of your breast and reaches down to play with your pussy, slowing his pace a little so he can rub tight circles over your clit. you try to squeeze your legs shut, but he keeps you spread open with his knee.

“co-coming,” you gasp, struggling to catch your breath as every muscle in your body contracts. his fingers on your clit move faster and suddenly you cry out, wave after wave of intense pleasure hitting you with such force your vision goes dark for a split second. your ears are ringing; the only sound you can focus on is the sound of minghao’s soft grunts as he continues plowing into you.

when you finally regain control of your limbs, you reach out to grab his arm, the paint still on your own hands leaving smeared colors along his bicep.

he pulls out completely, and you whimper at the loss before you see him bend down, his head level with your pussy. he looks up at you for a second, wordlessly making sure you’re still okay, and once you nod, he spits roughly on your hole, saliva dripping down your used cunt.

you moan at the feeling of your body slick with paint, sweat and now spit. minghao quickly shoves two fingers into your cunt, giving you no warning before thrusting them in and out, over and over again.

but just as quickly as he began, he removes his fingers, wiping them on the inside of your thigh.

“need you to– cum in me, hao, please.” you whine, reaching out for him, but your arms are too sore to move very far, and the effort is futile.

he holds the base of his cock in one hand, gently guiding it back into you as his other hand comes forward to meet with yours. he interlaces your fingers, the paint on both your hands combining one last time.

he gradually speeds up his pace until he’s thrusting into you so roughly, you have to cover your head with your other hand to stop yourself from slamming into the armrest.

“give me one more, baby,” he growls, adjusting his leg propped up on the couch so he hits at a deeper angle. “i’m c-close,” he adds when you moan in response.

you shut your eyes tightly, feeling the familiar knot in the pit of your stomach begin to tighten. you squeeze minghao’s hand and feel him squeeze back, until his hips stop abruptly and he shoves his cock fully into you, letting out a high-pitched moan, and you know he’s coming.

at that moment you let go, your cunt gushing around him as you work through your second orgasm of the night.

you can’t tell if the warm sensation between your legs is from his cum or yours, but what you do know is that every inch of you is sore from sitting on this couch all day.

he slips out of you and runs his finger through your folds one more time, making you shiver with sensitivity as he admires his work.

he stands and walks back to the cabinet from earlier. you can’t see what he’s getting from your position on the couch, but you can only hope it’s something soft and comfortable.

“wipes,” he explains as he comes back to kneel beside you. “gotta get you cleaned up, darling.”

you whimper and let your eyes fall shut as you give yourself up to minghao, allowing him to take care of you. the cold, wet feeling of the wipe across your chest is uncomfortable, but you know you can’t stay covered in paint forever.

he wipes slowly along your body, being careful not to be too rough around your neck where he held you and between your legs. you feel yourself drifting off, the world becoming quieter and quieter as you relax into the gentle feeling of his arms around you, tenderly cleaning the paint off your skin.

when you wake up you’re no longer on the couch. in fact, you’re no longer at minghao’s studio.

you sit up, rubbing your eyes to see the inside of minghao’s apartment. you feel a blanket over your lap, and your hair is wet, though you don’t remember washing it.

you hear footsteps behind you, and you turn to see minghao carrying a tray with fruit and a cup of tea.

“you’re awake,” he smiles warmly.

“how long was i out?”

he sets the tray on the table next to you and shrugs. “maybe an hour? you were snoring in my car, by the way.”

your face heats up. “i was not!”

he laughs. “well, you were. anyway… got you in the shower, put all our clothes in the laundry–”

“did you finish your assignment?” you ask.

he smiles. “yeah, while you were out. only time you’d sit still long enough for me to draw you,” he teases.

you pout, shaking your head in disagreement, but accept his snacks.

“so… the paint?” he asks cautiously.

you take a sip from your tea. “what about it?”

“did you… um, like it?”

it’s your turn to smile. “i did. it was fun, we should try that more often. you’re sexy when you talk about art.”

the lighting in his living room is dim, but you can still see the way his cheeks flush at your words.

he sighs, reaching over to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “my beautiful masterpiece,” he says softly. “all mine.”

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[justsabian]

Humans are space.. pets?  (Entry 4)

Entry 1  Entry 3

Captain Crow here to say, there is a way to clean off the sand, and it is very unconventional and VERY startling when you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.  I’ll start from the beginning, but just know on a planet where water is scarce they will find other ways to do tasks that usually require water.  

After my last entry, I decided it would be a good idea to try to explore my environment some more since the sapients were not posing any immediate threat to me.  I still brought my swiss army knife just in case, and though I will not specify whenever I’m carrying it because that would be redundant, just assume it is implied.  I won’t risk my own safety by leaving it behind anywhere, plus it’s useful for things other than defending myself anyway.  

I emerged from my hiding spot once again to face the sapients, but instead of paying them any mind I just scurried along back into the room I started in.  (It seems to be the equivalent of a living room.)  There really isn’t much to see, unfortunately, at least not from my vantage point.  From the doorway of the room I just left, which I assume is the bedroom, I can see the ‘couch’ I hid under earlier, a table, and a sort of kitchen area.  All these descriptions are generalizations of course, and comparisons to objects that I personally would recognize.  I could be entirely wrong in my assumptions of what these objects are or what they’re for.  The table and couch are relatively uninteresting to me at the moment, as they appear to just be solid blocks of material shaped for their purpose.  The kitchen area captured my interest the most, so I decided to try to explore it first.  

It really is interesting how many ideas are universal.  Drawers, for instance.  They’re simply a tray with holding space and a handle, and they slide into a space that’s out of the way.  They’re also perfect for opening up into a set of makeshift stairs.  These drawers are a little wobblier than human-crafted ones, which gives me the impression that they slide on an alternate system than the wheels & tracks that we use.  If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say some sort of magnet system.  This has its benefits for me though, as the drawers were amazingly easy to slide open.  I managed to climb up onto the counter with little difficulty.  I considered taking off my boots out of politeness but decided against it in case I needed to make a quick escape.  I wandered along the counter and tried to memorize my surroundings to write here; and here is my recollection to the best of my ability.

Knives are another universal thing, though I would’ve had an easier time using the ones I saw as swords, rather than their intended purpose.  There was a set way up high out of reach, on a sort of magnet strip.  It seems like magnets are a cornerstone of kitchen architecture on this planet.  There was cabinet space above me, but I couldn’t open any without the likelihood of hitting myself in the head.  The counters are made of black stone.  I noticed some appliances that I cannot name the use of as I have no idea, but I can tell you there were appliances that were there.  It looked like four, but honestly, a couple of them probably could have fit together somehow.  

That’s about all I managed to commit to memory before one of the sapients came into the room and saw me on the counter.  It looked stunned for a moment (probably at the stairs I had made out of the drawers, mostly), then I assume called for the other, as that one came into the room as well.  I made a run for it, aiming to jump down off the counter and run under the couch again, but the shorter sapient was too fast and caught me in mid-air.  I fussed for a second, trying to pry my way out of its paws, but the struggle was fruitless and its bigass fingers were concealing my knife.  I decided to save my energy to bolt as soon as I got a better chance.  

The sapient seemed as startled to be holding me as I was to be caught by it and looked to the other for guidance.  While they were busy staring at each other in bewilderment, I sneezed at all of the dust that had been shaken out of my uniform when they grabbed me.  My uniform is supposed to be blue, by the way;  at this point it was closer to a dusty reddish brown.  Spaceship crashes on sandy planets tend to do that to clean clothes.  

Neither of the sapients seemed to know how to react to my sneeze at first.  Then the taller one seemed to connect the dots between the dust and me sneezing and began to chatter with the one holding me. --  I still have no idea how much knowledge these sapients have of humans.  Only time will tell if they are able to provide sufficient care or if I'll have to fend for myself entirely.  I only hope they don't keep me holed up in a situation where I'll be unable to care for myself. 

They seemed to at least make the connection that dust = sneeze and sneeze = bad.  I guess that's one way to communicate I need a shower.  They carried me over to the other side of the counter, across from the one I had infiltrated, and set me in a basin built into the stone.  It resembled a sink, but there was no faucet, and the entirety of the bottom had little tiny holes- think like an air hockey table.  I did try to scramble out, as I was not particularly interested in the idea of being stuck in a glorified splash pad, but the sapients stopped me from getting out long enough for me to realize this was probably my only shot at getting a shower, even if I would end up sopping wet and miserable for a while.  I resigned myself to sitting down and looking pathetic as I braced myself to be sprayed with water.  

That is not what happened though, interestingly enough.  It didn’t occur to me until this moment that on a desert planet like this they probably wouldn’t use water to wash things if they could help it;  instead of being soaked with water, I was instead shocked by a burst of air from above.  It did sufficiently get a lot of dust off, to be fair to this odd design.  The basin itself was somewhat of a modified vacuum system, sucking all the dust away as the sapients blew it out of my uniform with an air hose that had previously been embedded in the counter.  

I explain all of this fairly matter-of-factly in hindsight, but I can tell you that in the moment I was not nearly as levelheaded.  I will admit to startling and jumping up, trying to climb out of the basin multiple times while I was still figuring out what was going on.  It’s a very scary experience to suddenly feel like you’re falling and the floor is trying to suck you up when you aren’t expecting that exact sensation.  I wish I could say it was over quickly, but it was not.  The sapients had to pick me up to try to get all of the dust out of my uniform, hair, and beard, and though they were gentle, it was still rather dehumanizing to be handled like a kitten getting a flea bath.  Although I suppose I was behaving like one, so, fair play.

After they had finished with the air-bath, they set me down on the counter.  I stood there bewildered for a moment, still processing the experience I had just had and the scientific part of my brain working out the mechanics of it all.  While I was pondering how my life had led me here, they sprayed me over with what I assume was some sort of disinfectant and then toweled me down.  Oh, the indignity.  As soon as they released me again, this time onto the floor, I ran off to hide and journal all of this.  I am thankful that they have a way to wash me and my clothes at the same time though, I suppose.  Although I would prefer it if they weren’t involved at all.  

So now I have caught up on writing down my experiences thus far.  I will be looking more into this technology and seeing if it’s possible to utilize it myself without the sapients' input, or at least to replicate it for the settling of desert planets in the future.

End of Entry.  Capt. Crow.

Entry 5

[megumimylove]

Stray Kitten

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pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x gn!reader

summary: Kuroo finds a stray kitten on his way home and decides to bring her home (fluff / domestic fluff)

a/n: i know kuroo is a dog person and i refuse to accept it.

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You were currently spread out on the living room couch listening to the pitter patter of the raindrops. Dinner is already made and you're just waiting for your boyfriend to come home so you can eat with him.

 You hear the familiar knock pattern on your apartment door making you get up in an instant to greet Kuroo on the other side of the door. He's probably drenched from the rain cause he forgot his umbrella this morning (even after you reminded him like three times). You grab a towel on your way just in case he needs it.

 You were right, he is drenched, but there's also someone else who is drenched with him. "I got something for us !!" he announces proudly while holding up a small black kitten like Simba from The Lion King pose. She looks like she can’t be older than 4 weeks.

 "oh my god tetsu I love you so much!" you cry while wrapping the towel around the kitten and bringing her inside, you kiss kuroo on the lips, he’s so happy to see you happy. Kuroo was aware how badly you wanted a kitten and last week he also saw you browsing animal shelter websites on your laptop to adopt one.

“how did you get her ?” you inquire while he strips off his damp work clothes in the entryway, “this little baby was following me from outside the station and i couldn’t find any of her family so i brought her home” he explains with a grin plastered on his face, “plus she kinda looks like me” he adds causing you to chuckle.

 You’re drying the kitten with the towel as Kuroo returns from the bathroom, now changed into a black hoodie with sweats. “She’s adorable” you say and he agrees.

One thing you and Kuroo had in common was your love for animals, especially cats, they're just so adorable with their little toe beans and their little ears.

 You hand the towel wrapped kitten to Kuroo as he settles beside you on the couch. She meows, causing you both to let out a simultaneous "awwww", "I think she's hungry" he says after a moment, "I'll get you both some milk" you ruffle his hair and get up from your position to fetch them both something warm.

 You heat up some chocolate milk (his favourite) for Kuroo and pour some whole milk in a small bowl for the kitten. You return to the living room and the sight of Kuroo petting the kitten's head and rubbing her chin while talking to her in a baby voice makes your heart feel all warm and fluffy.

 Kuroo smiles at you, his eyes extra glossy today compared to their usual appearance and takes his glass from your hand. You set the kitten on the floor and the milk bowl in front of her.

 With a little encouragement from her new adoptive parents and lots of sniffing, she finally starts licking at the surface of milk, soon realising that it tastes good. (adult cats cannot digest milk but kittens can)

The kitten cleaned herself after finishing the milk and got a bit friendlier with you two, letting you hold and pet her. You guys spent the entire evening playing with the kitten and laughing at its antics. 

You learnt something new today and it’s that kittens love chasing around toilet paper and playing with round things. You made a mental note to make a vet appointment tomorrow and to buy cat food and litter first thing in the morning.

 It's pretty late now and you're lying in bed after dinner with your head resting on your lover's shoulder and his arm wrapped around your upper back. You can feel his steady heartbeat under the palm of your hand resting on his chest while you both lay contently watching the kitten sleep on her makeshift pillow and hoodie bed.

 "Tetsu" you say softly, he hums in response urging you to go on, "what should we name her ?", "ball sack" he replies earning himself a light smack on the head, "your naming rights have been revoked" you tell him while giggling. You both continue discussing kitten names and eventually leave the topic to be discussed with Kenma since you can’t agree on a name.

 An hour has passed since you switched off the lights, leaving just a small lamp on in case the kitten gets up and tries to find you (even though you know that cats have excellent vision in the dark). 

"y/n ?" Kuroo whispers, "we're cat parents now" he announces, "I guess we are" you reply and he pulls you closer on his side, placing a kiss on your temple.

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Fourteen. There's No Way.

word count: 5k (not including pictures) warnings: swearing

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a/n: yeeeeee very excited about this chapter!! we're getting so close to some good stuff!!!! hope you like it!!! (also, if you understand the reference to bug’s second tweet about mr clean, you’re a real one) 

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Y/n laughed as she tucked her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on top as she stared at her computer monitor. "Yeah, okay, Gogy."

Quackity's laugh sounded through her headphones, cackling loudly and gasping for air as George defended himself in their voice channel. None of them were streaming, which allowed them to tease each other relentlessly without worrying about leaking real things. Currently, the target of the teasing was Y/n. Her guilty crime: Dream’s nickname for her. "She got his ass!"

"Oh shut up, Big Q," Y/n quickly spat back. "At least neither of us has a nickname that lies about our size. Short boy."

Quackity stopped laughing and pulled out his defensive card. "Okay, that's literally not funny. That's messed up of you to say, actually."

"Waaah," Y/n mocked.

"Okay, Bugsy, but no one seriously calls me Gogy, it's just as a joke," George defended himself. "I was only saying that I think it's cute how Dream calls you Bug!"

"Shut up," she mumbled with embarrassment. She loved the nickname and especially how everyone seemed to agree it was reserved for him. She wondered if he noticed that too, how everyone else, including most fans, called her Bugsy, leaving Dream as the only online friend who used the nickname.

"She's embarrassed," Quackity giggled. "Awww. Is the Buggy Wuggy embarrassed of having a crush?"

“I don’t have a crush,” she lied convincingly. 

“You better not. The title of your affection deservingly goes to me,” he said proudly, as if there was any shred of truth in his words.

“Get over yourself, Quackity,” George laughed, “before Dream tells you off again about being too short for Bugsy.”

“HEY!”

"I'm back," Sapnap announced as he unmuted in Discord. "What did I miss?"

"They're still bullying me," Y/n exaggerated.

“No, they’re bullying me!” Quackity scoffed.

“Sapnap, make them stop,” Y/n begged playfully. Usually Sapnap was on her side.

"It’s for a good reason though," Sapnap teased. "I mean, we'll stop bullying you if you admit to liking him," he lowered his voice slightly, probably since he lived in the same house as the man they were talking about.

Y/n smiled to herself and hid it behind her hoodie sleeve as if they could see her anyway. She kinda liked that she hadn't told Quackity or Sapnap about her official crush, enjoying having a secret like that. Well, a secret that George, Karl, and Naomi knew too.

"Then I guess I'll be bullied until the day that I die," she sighed. She swore she heard George cover a laugh with a cough and she sent his icon a death glare. He seemed to enjoy knowing her secret a little too much. 

"Is anyone going to actually stream today?" Sapnap asked. "I wanna do something."

"I'm thinking about doing Jackbox later," Quackity admitted. "Do you guys wanna join if I do?"

"Yes! Please," Sapnap whined. "I'm so bored."

"Sure, I'll play. Karl is spending the night so I can make him play too."

"Sleepover?" George asked. " Can I come?"

"Hm, no."

"That's messed up!"

"Can you join, George?" Quackity asked. "I need you in my title."

George hummed contemplatively and his voice turned mischievous, if only for a moment. "Yeah, if you get Dream to play."

Yeah, he definitely enjoyed knowing her secret too much.

"Right, you only play when your boyfriend plays too," Quackity groaned. "Cancel Dreamnotfound, I believe in Dreamsy supremacy."

"Says the man who asks me to marry him every day," Y/n scoffed.

"Actually, you're right! Bugity supremacy," he said.

"I swear it's become more frequent since I said you could flirt with me online again."

"It has, I'm making up for lost time."

Y/n rolled her eyes and Sapnap laughed. "I'll get Dream to play," Sapnap offered.

"So you'll play, George? I need you to commit," Quackity said.

"Yeah, why not," George agreed before adding with a giggle, "I wanna see Dream try to flirt with Bugsy."

"I hate you all,” specifically you, George, she thought. “I'm not playing anymore."

"NO, YOU ALREADY SAID YOU WOULD!" Quackity shouted.

"FINE," she groaned, a small laugh escaping her lips and completely exposing that she wasn't actually mad. "Speaking of Karl sleeping over, he's coming over in a bit so I'm gonna get off."

"Booo," Sapnap protested lightly. "Have fun with Karl."

"Let me know if he's going to play Jackbox with us. He better," Quackity threatened with no real substance.

"I'll make him," Y/n promised. "Bye guys!"

"Bye!" George and Sapnap shouted together before she disconnected the call.

Y/n stood up from her desk, stretching softly before looking around her room. She had a laundry basket in the corner, overflowing with clean, and now probably wrinkled, clothes waiting to be folded. She decided to use her time to clean up before Karl got there, even though they were probably going to sleep on the couches if at all.

She dumped the clean clothes onto her bed, tossing the things that needed to be hung to the side and neatly folded the rest. When she put her hoodies and sweaters on hangers, she noticed how much of her friends' merch she had. She had two GeorgeNotFound hoodies, a Sapnap shirt and hoodie, and even a Quackity hoodie. Karl didn't have any merch, but she did have a few of his personal hoodies that she had stolen from him over time and considered those her own exclusive merch, even though some of them had the Mr. Beast logo on them. She decided she needed Dream's merch.

For some unknown reason, perhaps it was because of how much she liked him, her face grew warm at the thought of wearing a Dream hoodie, even though it wouldn't have belonged to him. The idea made her nervous, like that would somehow give away that she had a crush on him if she bought some of his merch, even though she bought some of her friends' and even had Karl's actual hoodies. Despite the reasons that that was stupid of her to think, her brain said owning one Dream hoodie would be a dead giveaway of her crush, so she put off buying any. In reality, he'd probably laugh in his cute way when he heard that she bought one, or maybe go "whAT!" in surprise and happiness.

She desperately wanted to tell him things like that, tell him how happy his laugh made her and how adorable he was, or how she got butterflies every time he talked about anything at all. Since she couldn’t just call him up and tell him she hated stopped thinking about him, she decided to do something bold and subtweeted him, even adding a picture of herself with her face covered, hoping he would know it was about him, but that no one else would. She turned off comments for good measure, in case the stans made assumptions. Now that she threw away the "no flirting" rule for all her friends, she could do things like this. Worst case scenario is he thinks it’s weird, she tells him it was only a joke, and they go on their merry ways. Her heart would be broken, but nevertheless her ego would be somewhat saved. Harmless. 

Nervously ― plagued with the thoughts of possible consequences of posting something so bold and, to her, so obvious — she made her way to the kitchen and got a glass of water. He would know it was about him, right? And that's what she wanted? It was so forward of her to say to the world, especially since she hadn't tagged him in it. Leaving it up to interpretation almost made it like she was trying to hide it from him, which wasn't the case or she wouldn't have hit, Tweet.

She waited for him to tweet something vague about her as a response, or maybe even text her, before realizing it had the potential to make him uncomfortable. Maybe he would pretend to not see it so he didn't embarrass her, or didn't even know it was about him. Or maybe he's asleep and hasn't been on his phone. She looked at her clock. Dream asleep at 3:30pm? Unlikely.

As Y/n fell on her bed, contemplating whether she should delete the post and pretend like it never happened, she felt her phone vibrate and quickly swiped the screen to read it.

Y/n had to literally set her phone down to scream into her pillow. He was killing her. Stabbing her in the heart and twisting the knife with his sweet compliments and smooth delivery. He had to know what he was doing, the way he was talking to her like that. No one said "prove it" in that context without having something more behind it.

Why couldn't he just like her? Why did he have to be so nice and flirty towards all his friends? Why couldn’t she be the exception?

She picked her phone back up and left the messaging app, finding her camera roll and swiping through it in search for something to catch her eye. Food pic, meme, Karl’s cat, meme, picture of Naomi nearly falling off a sidewalk... where were her pictures of her face? Did she really not have any of herself? The seemingly endless scrolling stopped when she found one from when she first moved into the apartment. Naomi had taken pictures of every room to show her parents and asked Y/n if she could show her parents the streamers room as well. Y/n cheerfully agreed, and actually wanted to be in the photo because she loved Naomi’s parents like they were her own, so she jumped on her bed and smiled for the picture.

It was cute, the comforter she sat on was messy and looked comfy, and she liked the way she was posed, cross-legged and beaming at the camera with her dying plant on the windowsill in the background and fairy lights around the room. It was also back when her room was clean and presentable. Y/n thought it was a good photo and even would have posted it if not for the whole her being a faceless streamer thing.

She held her breath, contemplating if she should just send the image to Dream. She wanted to, she really did. But that fear of how he perceived her still nagged in the back of her mind.

Y/n must have been mulling it over for a while because as she decided to not send it, Dream followed up on his last text, clearly worried that he was pressuring her. She wanted to change the subject as soon as possible before she changed her mind and face revealed to him.

Y/n took a deep breath at the thought of how close she was to sending that picture to Dream. It wasn't the first time she genuinely considered it, nor would it be the last, but that was the first time she actually looked through her camera roll for options. She so desperately wanted to. Wanted to show him what she looked like. Wanted to hear what he thought of her. Wanted to hear him say, "I like you, Bug" after finally seeing what she looked like. Wanted to let him know how much she trusted him by showing him her biggest fear. It would be so easy to just rip off the Band-Aid; only a few clicks and he could see her face. See her.

But then there was the possibility of none of her fantasies happening. What if she sent him a picture saying, "here is me!" and all he says is, "nice", not finding her pretty or ugly? What if he thought it was just like... seeing a picture of a friend. He and I are just friends, Y/n scolded herself. But him seeing her opened up the opportunity for him to like her.

It was scarier the longer she put it off, almost like the more she postponed it, the more she had to prove. If Dream knew what she looked like from the beginning, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. But since she had waited so long to show him, she felt like she had to make it worth the wait.

Was she worth the wait?

Y/n's bedroom door swung open, ripping her out of her thoughts and letting her know that Karl had arrived. He smiled at her and she laughed in response.

"Hello, Karl. Ever heard of knocking?"

"Nope!" he responded as he set down a cupholder with three drinks on her nightstand. "How are you?"

"Good." Daydreaming out about Dream... again. "How are you?"

"I'm so excited!" He dropped his backpack on the floor and turned to her, pulling her off her bed and giving her a hug. "I've missed you!"

"You saw me, like, a couple of days ago," she laughed as she hugged him back.

"A couple of days too long," he sighed dramatically, rocking back and forth into the hug before Y/n lightly pulled away from him. "Where's Naomi?"

"Uh... in her room I'm guessing?"

"I'm going to go give this to her," he explained grabbing one of the drinks and walking out. "Don't miss me too much!"

Y/n laughed and shook her head, laying back down on her bed with her phone in hand. She reread some of the texts between her and Dream and couldn't help the large smile that plastered itself on her face.

When Karl came back in, he jumped on the bed, wrapping his arms around her stomach and snuggling into her side. "Hello."

She laughed but pushed him away slightly, trying to ignore the pout on his face at her actions. "Hi."

"Oh, happy December!"

"Already? Geesh."

"Yeah, only 27 days until the lake!!!!"

Nervous and excited butterflies festered in the pit of Y/n's stomach. "What drink did you get me?"

"Your faaavorite," he sang as he grabbed the drink letting her sit up and lean against the headboard before handing it to her.

"Thank you very much," she said as she took a sip. "Oh, hey, so Quackity wants to do a Jackbox stream tonight and I said you'd join."

Karl groaned and laid back on Y/n, careful not to knock her drink out of her hand. "Noooo...."

"You don't wanna play?" she asked genuinely, patting his hair lightly as his head rested on her legs.

"I just want to hang out with you. It's been so long since we had Karl and Y/n time."

She sighed. "I know, but it will be fun. We'll play for like an hour and a half and then we can hang out for the rest of the night and all day tomorrow until you have to go to Jimmy’s house," she bargained like she was talking a four-year-old into eating some vegetables.

"Hmph. Fine," Karl pouted. "Is Dream playing?"

She shrugged. "I think so?"

"That's why you want to play so bad."

"What? No! I agreed to play before Sapnap said he would ask him."

"Mmmhm. So that Tweet earlier wasn't about him?"

"The... Tweet?" she played dumb but her face warmed up.

"Or was it about me?" he joked. "Have you just been blown away ever since we met and you're still thinking about how cute I am?"

"Shut up," she lightly pushed Karl's head off her lap as her face grew hotter. "Am I wrong though?"

"I don't know!" he said as he sat up and looked at her. "I've never seen the man!!"

"Oh, really?" she asked. "I didn't want to post it because I didn't want people to think I was bragging about knowing what he looks like..." she sighed.

"Then why did you?"

"Because... I also really wanted him to see it," she said with a shy giggle.

Karl face lit up as he cackled at her. "Look at you, trying to flirt!! Let's gooo!!!"

Y/n buried her face in her sweatshirt collar and laughed.

"Oh my gosh? Y/n subtweeting and flirting at the same time?? What on Earth?"

"It only counts if it works."

"Did it?” Karl asked as he leaned back and played with his rings. “You turned off comments and I didn't see him subtweet you back."

"That's because he... texted me... instead."

"WHAT? What did he say?"

Y/n laughed. "He said I wasn't allowed to tweet something like that and then turn off comments so he can't tell everyone it was about him."

Karl cackled again. "HAHAH! So true though!"

"Whatever. I'm not telling you anything else about our conversation."

"Why, was it spicy?"

"No. But— this is weird to talk about!"

Karl frowned. "You don't have to tell me... I just think it's so cute. But if you ever do want to talk about how much you wuv Dweam, I'm all ears. Tell me everything."

Y/n rolled her eyes fondly. "Okay Kawl."

"What time is Quackity streaming?" Karl changed the subject, understanding that Y/n actually didn't want to talk about Dream.

"I don't know. Ask him. Also, tell him you're joining so he knows." She took another long sip from her drink as Karl pulled out his phone and texted Quackity.

Her fingers itched to make another Tweet about Dream and she finally succumbed, but decided to outright tease him instead of flirt, not hiding the identity of her target this time. Really, it was just an excuse for her to try to get his attention like she couldn't just text him and have it right away.

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"Sapnap!" Bugsy cheered as he joined the Discord, Quackity off talking to his chat while the others slowly joined. So far, the only people there were Sapnap, Bugsy, and Karl.

"Bugsy!" he called back with a giggle. "Hi! Is Karl coming?"

"I'm here, Sapnap!" Karl announced. "Bugsy and I are just using the same mic."

"Am I not good enough for you?" she teased Sapnap and he laughed.

"Well you're going to ignore me to talk to Dream once he gets here, so I need a backup so I'm not lonely."

Y/n rolled her eyes with a smile and Karl laughed.

"We can talk while they flirt," Karl promised.

"Both of you shut up," she scolded softly.

Pretty soon, the others joined. In the end, Quackity had convinced Bad, Punz, and Wilbur to play, as well as all the feral boys.

"You could only get nine people to play, Quackity?" George asked once Quackity unmuted. "Wow, you must not have friends."

"Hey! I have friends, George! I do."

"Then where's the tenth person, Big Q?" Wilbur countered.

"LOOK! It was last minute! Where's Drea– that man is always late, I swear to—"

"I'm here!" Dream said quickly, joining the voice channel. "I'm here! Hello, everyone. Hi, Bug."

Karl smacked his hand over his mouth to cover his laugh, which escaped anyway, as he nudged Y/n. She had immediately buried her face in her hands and Karl had to turn away from the mic so no one could hear him laugh at Dream's direct greeting.

She pinched Karl's side before greeting Dream. "Hi, Dream."

"Are you guys ready to play?" Quackity asked.

"Wait, no, we're going to have to have Gene! Can't you get anyone else?" Punz asked.

"Everyone I've asked has said no!" Quackity groaned. "I'm out of people. Deal with Gene."

Y/n and Karl looked at each other at the same time, thinking the same thing. Naomi had been talking about wanting to play Jackbox sometime but that she never has anyone to play with other than Karl and Y/n. She'd be meeting most of these people on vacation in a couple of weeks anyway, why not see if she wants to play?

"What about my roommate?" Y/n spoke up as Quackity sent the code to the Discord.

"Who?" he asked.

"You literally met her when you visited," Karl laughed. "Naomi."

"Oh, yeah! She's cool."

"Invite her to play," George said, making Dream laugh lightly and Y/n smile because they knew they had been talking a lot.

"Yeah, give me a second, don't start yet," Y/n said before sliding off her headphones and making her way to Naomi's room. Before Y/n could even knock, Naomi swung open her door quickly, phone open to the Twitch app in her hand.

"I heard everything," she rushed out, eyes wide and hopeful. "C-can I play?"

"Yeah, you want to?"

"PLEASE."

"There are currently 130,000 people watching, just so you know."

"That's fine, I'm cool under pressure." That was very true. Y/n wouldn’t have let Naomi join if she thought her friend couldn’t handle the attention. She thrived in it. "Should I come to your room?"

"Yeah, come on." Y/n led the way and pulled up a third chair to her desk. Karl offered to listen to the Discord on his phone so Naomi could use the second pair of headphones to listen to everyone. All three of them still used Y/n's mic, Karl muted on his phone. "Okay, kinda scuffed set up, but we're all here. Everyone, this is Naomi."

"Hello!" Naomi said happily. "Nice to meet you all!"

Everyone greeted her and Y/n noted the redness on Naomi's cheeks as George greeted her with a soft, "Nice to talk to you again, Naomi."

Karl giggled again and slapped his hand over his mouth; Y/n had a feeling he'd have to do that a lot this stream.

"Can we all agree to not pander?" Bad asked, earning a few approvals.

"What if we play one game where we only pander?" Dream asked. "Like pander as much as possible for every answer."

"Wait, yeah, let's do that so everyone can get it out of their system," Wilbur agreed.

"But Naomi doesn't know us well enough to pander yet," Sapnap countered.

"Yes I do," she said with a laugh. "I've watched enough streams and lore videos to know exactly how to get votes."

"Damn, okay then," Sapnap mumbled.

"Yeah, she'll be fine," George promise and Naomi blushed again, making Y/n laugh. Naomi joined the lobby on her phone and the round began.

Pandering being the goal was both annoying and hilarious because people used the same jokes, but it was funny to see how hard people were trying to get the audience votes.

"Something you would take with you on a deserted island," Quackity read out loud as the prompt showed up. "An iPad full of downloaded skephalo fanfiction, HAHAH, or dreamnotfound fanart." Everyone laughed and Y/n could hear George scoff at one answer in particular.

"Aw, I love Skeppy!" Bad said innocently.

"Was that your answer then, Badboyhalo?" Wilbur teased as everyone voted on their favorite. Y/n, of course, cast her vote towards skephalo, but still pretended like the other answer didn't make her jealous. The player votes were split, but the audience made Sapnap's answer win in a landslide.

"Okay, the most disappointing thing to hear from a friend," Wilbur read the next one out loud. "Dreamsy is real, and you don't have a shot with BugsyGames."

"What the hell?" Y/n laughed loudly at the similarity between the two responses. Dream was laughing so hard, wheezing like he would never stop, and the sound brought a large grin to Y/n's face.

Everyone's laughs overlapped and mingled with each other and it was such a happy sound, distracting everyone's attention from Y/n a little.

"That would be the worst thing to hear!" Quackity yelled. "Good thing Bugity is real."

Dream stopped laughing abruptly and instead yelled, "WHAT?" which only made everyone laugh harder.

"Vote!!" Bad reminded.

"Wait, Quackity, what did you just say?" Dream asked.

"Well, I've seen her face, so... I think she loves me more," he said, just trying to get a rise out of the other, which seemed to be working.

Y/n thought again about how close she was to sending a picture of herself to Dream earlier. He probably would have immediately used it against Quackity, but she didn't think she would have minded because it was funny to see Dream jealous, real or not.

"Only because you flew out to hang out with Karl!" Dream yelled. "I'd fly just to see her."

"Then do it," Y/n challenged before she could think and her heart stopped at her own words.

Dream went silent and it was Naomi's turn to cover her laugh with her hand, Karl's eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

"Why are you so defensive, huh, Dream?" Punz asked.

"Uh, you-you have to be when fighting for Bug's love and attention," he joked finally, and Y/n's heart resumed beating, a little fast at the implication of his words. Why did she say that? He probably thought she was so weird. "It's every person for themselves." Then again, so was he.

The votes were pretty split since they said the same thing, but the surprising thing was who said what. She expected one of them to be from Quackity, but she didn't know who wrote the second one about not having a shot. Sapnap maybe? Karl? They all joke around so who put it?

"DREAM?" Sapnap laughed. "You wrote that?"

"Well, yeah, I mean..." he trailed off with a laugh and Y/n's face caught fire. Did he really think he didn't have a shot? Because reality check: he’s the only one with arrows and the target is wide open. Was he joking or stupid or was she just not as obvious as she previously thought?

"Okay, okay, next one," Quackity laughed. "If cats were political leaders, everyone’s favorite president would be: Patches, okay," he paused as Dream cheered loudly, "and Bingus."

"Corpse isn't even here! Wrong audience!" Karl said.

"Bingus is for all audiences," Y/n mumbled, making Naomi laugh.

"Uh-oh, another faceless man stealing Bugsy's heart—?" Sapnap joked, immediately cut off by Dream's stern, "no."

"Naomi, you put Patches?" Wilbur laughed as the votes went towards the girl on Y/n's left. "Okay, she does know more than we thought."

"Oh, I know everything," she said evilly, double-meaning evident in her voice. Y/n gave her a look and Naomi just smiled innocently.

The pandering got so intense that Y/n almost cried tears of joy when the first Quiplash game was over and the no-pandering rule got put back into play.

"What, you don't like your name being every other answer?" Wilbur joked and Y/n shook her head.

"No. But certain ones were okay..."

"Yeah, the Bugity ones," Quackity joked.

Dream hummed out a soft, "Okay, Quackity," and the next game began.

The games went on as usual and Y/n had a blast. It was so fun to see her best friend interact with all her online friends for the first time and it warmed her heart how inclusive they were, making sure Naomi wasn't left out of jokes. It helped that Naomi's sense of humor was similar and that she already knew a lot about the streamers, but Y/n was still grateful for all the efforts put forth by her friends.

It also helped that George and Naomi clearly liked each other.

"Is anyone going to stream?" Quackity asked as he started wrapping up.

"I will if no one else is," Punz said. "I'm going to play Valorant."

"Oh, can I play?" Sapnap asked.

"Yeah, definitely, dude."

"Okay, I'll raid you." Quackity muted after thanking everyone for playing and Y/n left the call.

"Dude, that was SO FUN!" Naomi stood up and yelled. She sat down on the end of Y/n's bed, hands balled up in excitement.

Karl laughed as he fell on top of the bed next to where Naomi sat. "I'm so glad you guys all got along!"

"Yeah, I almost started crying when everyone was laughing at your jokes," Y/n laughed, swiveling in her chair to look at them. "That made me so happy."

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much for letting me play. I had so much fun. And they're all so nice and funny and I was worried they'd make me feel left out but they didn't at all."

"I'm so glad you had fun," Y/n said. "We'll invite you again if you want."

"Please do. Only if everyone's okay with it though!"

"I'm sure they would be."

“The lake is going to be so fun,” she sighed whimsically. 

“Because George?” Karl teased, causing Naomi to punch his arm. 

A Discord notification sounded on Y/n's computer and she turned to look at the screen, smiling when she saw Dream's name.

Dream: You left the vc so quick :( Bugsy: I have two goons to hang out with :( Dream: :(((( Dream: I wanna be the only goon you hang out with Dream: I was right, I don't have a chance with you Dream: Karl is the only focus of Bugs attention Bugsy: ?? Bugsy: lies detected Dream: wait really Bugsy: ... Bugsy: do I need to remind you of the tweet I posted earlier Dream: bug don't say things like that to me Bugsy: why not Dream: can you kick Karl back to his house so we can ft or call :( Bugsy: no <3 Bugsy: we can tomorrow after Karl leaves Dream: promise? Dream: don't get my hopes up bug Bugsy: yeah I promise :) Dream: :D

"Pay attention to me!" Karl whined. Y/n turned back around and saw that Naomi had left the room and Karl was laying upside down, close to falling off the bed with his head dangling dangerously close to the ground.

She laughed and typed one last message to Dream.

Bugsy: bye bye dream :) Dream: goodnight bug :] sleep well

"Okay," she huffed jokingly, turning back to Karl. "You have my full, undivided attention."

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