#garbage bin of pillows

[sunlightfeeling]

making goro’s show a living nightmare from start to finish

Goro Deluxe: 2011.11.3

[kxsagi]

Hi I loved the fic with their child loving their plush while they were gone, can u make a similar one but this time the reader crochet a small plush of the boys on their own but the boys didn't knew that threw it the dustbin cause they were jealous of it?

I wanna see their reaction when the reader finds their plush in dustbin saying they made it themselves!

“𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲"

a/n: I LOVE CROCHET PLUSHIES (i unfortunately don't crochet but i'd love to pick it up as a hobby) AND IF SOMEONE THREW MINE AWAY I WOULD CRY

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, kaiser michael, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, ness alexis, itoshi sae

isagi yoichi

when he first saw the little crochet plush, he deadass thought it was a gift from another guy. 

like. it's suspiciously cute. it's wearing a mini scarf. it even has his ahoge??? 

his insecure king brain: who tf is crocheting detailed plushies of me and giving them to my girlfriend. 

he tosses it into the bin while acting chill, but the way he’s side-eyeing the trash can every five seconds??? not convincing. 

then you walk into the room with a proud smile like, “i finished it!! oh wait, where’s the little guy?” 

silence. 

isagi: sweating profusely “... what little guy.” 

the moment you start pulling out the half-buried plush with that little "i spent a week making this for you" voice?? 

he folds. immediately. 

“i thought some other guy gave it to you!! i didn’t know it was a love child made of yarn and affection, i’m sorry 😭” 

spends the next three hours trying to learn to crochet so he can make you a janky blob with a smiley face on it. 

holds the plush like it’s his child. will bite anyone who jokes about it now. 

itoshi rin

sees it on your desk and thinks it looks... way too detailed. 

it’s got his little annoyed eyebrows, his blue hoodie, and it's so well-done it lowkey pisses him off. 

“why would someone spend this much effort on me? who gave this to her?” 

you weren’t home, so he silently chucks it in the bin. 

you come in with your yarn bag like “i made cookies and also finished sewing rin’s angry little face :)” 

you turn. you see the trash. you go, “uh. baby??” 

rin.exe crashes. 

“wait. YOU made that?” 

goes dead silent, literally just stares at the wall. 

“i thought someone was trying to flirt with you. i didn’t mean to throw you in the garbage. i mean– not YOU– the little me. the yarn me. fuck–” 

apologizes so bluntly it sounds like he’s being held hostage. “i’m sorry. i fucked up. i like the doll. please make another one. or stab me. whatever.” 

will now sleep with it tucked behind his pillow, secretly. 

kaiser michael

the moment he sees a plushie of himself, his ego is activated. 

but then he notices it's adorable. it has little blushed cheeks. it’s soft and sweet and gentle. 

that’s not how he views himself. and worse, it’s sitting beside you while he’s not. 

tosses it into the bin with a dramatic smirk and a bitter little “hmph. looks nothing like me anyway.” 

then you come in all sunshiney like “i finished your plush! isn’t he cute?” 

you look around. see it in the trash. 

the way your face falls? 

kaiser panics. instantly. 

“WAIT WAIT WAIT I THOUGHT IT WAS A CURSE DOLL OR SOMETHING I WAS TRYING TO PROTECT YOU” 

you: “i spent 10 hours just trying to figure out how to do your stupid smirk 😐” 

he’s hugging you so fast. “okay okay okay okay I GET IT I’M A TRASH MAN. PLEASE MAKE ANOTHER I’LL NEVER THROW MYSELF AWAY AGAIN!!!” 

tries to bribe you with yarn store credit and back kisses. 

nagi seishiro

didn’t mean to throw it away. 

genuinely thought it was a weird dust ball or maybe a snack. 

half-asleep nagi logic: “soft weird thing in my spot = bin.” 

you come in holding your yarn bag and go, “hey babe, have you seen the plush i made of you?” 

and he’s like: “huh?” 

you: holding up the trash lid “nagiiiiii!!!” 

him: looks down sees the crochet plush laying face-down in a pizza crust. 

“oh... that was you?” 

tries to make it up to you by letting you use his chest as a yarn table for the rest of the day. 

doesn’t even care if the yarn tangles around his neck, he just lies there like “do what you want. i’m garbage. make a plush of garbage me.” 

now carries your plush around in his hoodie pocket like it’s a living being. 

mikage reo

gets insanely jealous because he thinks someone else made you a plush version of him as a flirt tactic. 

doesn’t want to seem petty so he throws it away in the outside bin like a passive aggressive king. 

then you walk in with sparkly eyes and go “i crocheted something special for you 🧶💕” 

reo: “cool! what is i– WAIT NO.” 

runs outside in socks, actually dives into the bin like a madman. 

brings it back covered in leaves like “I FOUND HIM. MY SON. I’M SORRY I THREW YOU AWAY.” 

now commissions a glass case for it. 

makes you teach him crochet. gets frustrated in five minutes and just says “i’ll buy you more yarn. you be the cute one in the relationship.” 

shidou ryusei

throws it away on purpose because he’s unhinged and territorial. 

“wtf is this. who’s making voodoo plushies of me. is there a love curse on this thing???” 

hurls it in the trash like it personally insulted him. 

then you walk in like “isn’t it cute? i finally figured out how to crochet your eyeliner :D” 

“… you made that?” 

sudden shift. picks it up out of the trash and kisses it. 

“heeyyy sorry little me. papa didn’t know you were a homemade baby~” 

you: “i spent three nights learning magic loop just for your abs.” 

him: “i’ll never betray you again. i’ll name him mini-shidou. i’ll build him a tiny motorcycle. i’ll make him fight other plushies.” 

scarily attached now. probably threatens his teammates with it. “mini-me says die, bitch.” 

karasu tabito

sees the plush, thinks it’s a gift from a fan or something. 

feels kinda weird that you kept it, so he casually tosses it behind the couch (he meant to just hide it... the trash thing happened by accident okay). 

you walk in like, “i made a plush of you!” 

karasu: “... of me?” 

you: “yeah! he’s got your scowl and everything 😚” 

suddenly he’s diving for the trash like it’s the end of mission impossible. 

“BABE I DIDN’T KNOW HE WAS HOMEMADE I SWEAR I THOUGHT SOMEONE WAS TRYING TO MANIFEST ME WITH YARN.” 

clutches the plush like he’s been shot. 

now calls it “tabito jr.” and makes it talk in a deep little voice like “papa loves you 😍” 

makes dumb voiceover videos with it. yes he’s obsessed now. 

ness alexis

at first, he’s all smiley and calm when he sees the plush on your desk. 

like “aww… that’s cute… :)” but his smile drops when he realizes someone else must have given it to you. 

his eye twitches. someone??? not him?? that little plush is dead. 

he calmly throws it away when you're not looking, still smiling. he even pats the trash can gently. 

then you walk in later like “i finally finished the mini-you ~ i gave it your bowtie and everything 😚” 

ness: smile drops again like a curtain falling. 

“… you made that?? yourself?” 

starts gaslighting himself for being trash. “i threw your love in the garbage. i’m worse than filth. i deserve to live inside the trash can. no, i am the trash can.” 

he pulls out the plush, dusts it off like it’s a royal heirloom, kisses its little forehead, and then proceeds to cradle it like a baby. 

the next day, he makes you a matching plush of yourself (it’s hideous, but he tried) and says “now we can be together even when we’re apart 🥰” 

itoshi sae

sees the plush one day when you’re out and squints. “what the hell is that.” 

it looks like him. it’s nonchalant like him. it’s wearing a little red jersey like him. 

his ego says “obviously someone is obsessed with me.” 

but his boyfriend instincts are SCREAMING. 

he throws it out without a second thought, muttering “creepy stalker shit. people are weird.” 

you come home with sparkly eyes like “i crocheted your plush!! i even added your sleepy face when you nap on my lap–” 

sae: silence. 

you see the empty desk. 

“... where’s the plush? i swear it was right here.” 

he doesn’t even lie. “i threw it out. thought it was from a fan. or like. a weird shrine girl.” 

your face drops. his soul leaves his body. 

“... you made it? with your hands? for me?” 

full regret mode activated. 

gets up. walks out the door. digs through the trash with his bare hands. 

comes back and says, “if you don’t make me another one, i’ll never emotionally recover.” 

now the plush lives on his nightstand. he doesn’t talk about it, but if it’s missing? he will interrogate the whole house. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[rainyvandragon]

Oh those precious memories~

See I could tell myself that it's okay that I'm writing this because I am a catholic woman but let's be real those things just aren't true any more. So instead I am going to claim this as an emotional craving because of that time of the month. Definitely nothing along the lines of 10 year revival of my fanfiction writing phase. And it's totally, in no way related to any issues I might have. Totally sane, I tell you.

! 18+ Minors do not interact, I am NOT a fckn daycare!

Yandere! Hazbin Hotel x GN! Reader

Content warning: obsessive behaviour, stalking, slight NSFW (more in some parts then others), just a bunch of red flags and things that I do not condone irl

Charlie:

Honestly Charlie might be the most sane of the bunch in this regard

She isn't to interested in stealing anything from you, that is just not something she would be comfortable with – in general but especially with her Darling

However she doesn't mind keeping things that you let her borrow

It doesn't even matter what

You gave her a hair tie because one of hers broke? She'll cherish it forever

It was raining on a day she had to go out and you suggested she could use your umbrella? Pretty much hers now

Of course the greatest thing for her would be you lending her some of your clothes

She would most likely spend the next nights cuddling up to it in bed

Oh the frustration when the fabric no longer smells like you but rather her!

Yeah sure, she can give you your things back. She just forgot them in her room, oops! Don't worry she'll get them later

Unless she forgets again...

Vaggie:

She would never take anything you truly need or value

In all seriousness, Vaggie could never stand the idea of inconveniencing her Darling

However unlike Charlie she is just not close enough with you (yet) to count on you giving things to her

So instead she uses the position she has in the Hotel

There was a movie night with everybody invited?

Well somehow ever since the clean up the blanket you were cuddled up in is gone. Oh well, Vaggie will just get a new one, they weren't that expensive to begin with anyway (and if she is fast enough with it nobody is even going to notice anything)

Sadly those lucky occasions that allow her to grab some reminders of your shared time don't come around to often

And Vaggie respects you and herself to much to steal from you or go through your garbage bin

Thankfully she has the patience to wait for those windows of opportunity

And hey, since everything went relatively smoothly this week why not suggest another movie night to Charlie? Everyone involved seemed to enjoy it anyway – so there really is no harm done, right?

Angel:

Anybody who immediately thought of Angel stealing his Darling's underwear needs to take a cold shower!

Now don't get me wrong – he has thought about it

He does have a relatively high drive and desire for intimacy and sex

So sure the idea of taking something rather personal from you did cross his mind

But deep down Anthony just is a little sweetheart and he just couldn't take something like your underwear or other intimate items from you without any sort of consent

As for other, less private things

It doesn't matter if Angel and you have the same of different sizes – he WILL steal your clothes and wear them

If you wear make-up or nail polish he will definitely “borrow” things – especially lipstick

Now if his Darling is somebody who likes to keep a lot of pillows or plushies in bed he is definitely not shy about taking things from that pile either. Although, depending on how well Darling keeps track of those things, he might only borrow them for a night or two – maybe rotating between some, making sure to leave them under the bed upon returning so it looks like it just fell off the mattress

Alastor:

Now Alastor is already rather torn apart when he first noticed his desire for your belongings

He never once though about stealing from you...until you forgot something in the lobby – a book, notebook, pen, whatever it was – it was just lying there on the table next to the couches

Ever the gentleman he obviously wanted to return it to you but something inside of him fought against the very idea of it. This might be the closet he gets to having you (at least for now), his Darling

As his obsession towards you continues to grow some of his past life's interests stir awake inside of him

One day whilst helping out you cut yourself on some damaged bit of furniture. Alastor is immediately there to offer you a handkerchief to stop the bleeding – a handkerchief that quickly becomes one of his most prised possessions

If his Darling has a period he might steal some...used goods

However in comparison to some of the others, he is a lot less hungry for souvenirs

Although that is really just because, unlike them, he can use his shadows to be around you whenever and as close as he pleases

Husk:

Husk would never just go into his Darling's room to steal things from them – even if the idea sounds lovely

No instead he just checks for things you leave behind

Now his job at the hotel really helps him with that

You almost exclusively talk at the bar (“Redemption Based Group Exercises” being the only real exception)

At this point he has a rather large collection of napkins that you used or doodled on

Sometimes they disgust him but then he looks at them, the little doodles (even just to test a pen) you left on some of them, all those marks of you (bonus points for lipstick stained napkins) and he just can't

The guilty feelings are even worse with a tissue you once cried it. It's just to close of a reminder of you to throw away!

Anything small that you forget at or close to the bar gets saved by him – pens, small pieces of paper, hair ties, buttons from your clothes, whatever really. If it's small and unimportant enough for you to not really miss it he is going to keep it

Nifty:

Nifty is easily the worst of them all

She is small, fast, obsession driven and the hotel's maid on top of that

What matters most to her is how close to your body her little mementos are (it's pretty much the same way in wish the catholic church determines the value of a saint's relic)

Nifty will most definitely collect hair out of your brush

Or rummage through your garbage bins

Now if somebody is going to steal used period products!

She just really doesn't value her Darling's privacy in the slightest so she has no issues going through every little crevice of your room to look for some “hidden treasures”

Although her favourite thing to do is sleep in your used bedsheets

She is going to wash them – don't worry! Simply just not without first sleeping in them herself for a bit

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Welp this is the first time in a long while that I've actually written fanfiction so I got those emotions to sort through I guess.

English is not my first language however given how arrogant I can be regarding my skills this should be well enough written. Prove reading was done by Open Office's spell checking system and my high ass.

[gothamite-rambler]

Bruce (on the phone): How sick are you?

Dick (on the phone): You ever felt like you got hit by a car in the rain and then go back to a really cold apartment and sleep... And someone threw a baseball at your head? Yeah that.

Tim (in the background): Wow... That was descriptive, but I get it.

Bruce (hesitation): I don't mean to be rude.

Jason (in the background): This is going to be good.

Bruce: Shut up. Dick, child of mine... Are you lying to me?

Dick (sniffling): Why would I lie?

Bruce (failing at manipulation): Because... You're lazy.

Dick (not falling for it): Try again, you know that's not true.

Bruce: Because ... you've faked being sick before to get out of work.

Dick (raising his voice): My appendix exploding wasn't me faking it! I had to get surgery!

Bruce (suspicious): That's real convenient, isn't it?

Dick: Oh... My God! — And I just gave myself a headache. If you doubt me you can come here and see the garbage bin filled with vomit!

Dick covered his mouth and retched into the same waste bin next to him.

Dick (raising his voice): I am fucking sick and if you fucking come into my apartment AGAIN I will stick my foot up your ASS!

Jason (in the background): God damn! He's mad... I love it!

Bruce sighed.

Damian (chiming in): Dick... I heard Robitussin helps sick people. Jason uses it a lot.

Dick: I... Will try. Can I hang up the phone now?

Bruce (frustrated): Your land lady is going to call the cops if I sneak in again... fine! I still doubt your that sick.

Tim: You did what?

Bruce: It's a long story, get well son. Bye!

Bruce ended the call and Dick sighed placing the pillow over his eyes and screaming in it for a few seconds as his dog hopped on the bed.

Dick: I should've went back to the circus where things made sense!

[kyufessions]

koala

synopsis: you help your boyfriend take his makeup up off after work

pairings: idol, boyfriend! chenle x g.n. reader

genre: domestic, fluff

word count: 1.0k

a/n: got this idea from the recent weverse live. sigh.

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois

the creaking of the front door didn’t alarm you, knowing it was your boyfriend after a long day of promotions. you knew he had been on his way, you just didn’t know he’d be here so soon. on your face sat an animal themed face mask and on your feet a foiled foot mask, with only five minutes left for each as a horror film played on the television. as the footsteps approached closer, your eyes stared out to the door frame and stared at the groggy man with a full face of makeup and tired eyes that widened at your state.

his lips upturned at sight in front of him, the smile weak but facial expression entertained. tossing his bag to the designated corner, he drags his feet into the bathroom and grabs some makeup cleaner, a washcloth, and plops down next to you. you just stare at him, a small grin on your lips. “you look cute.” he says as he looks up to you, moving his body so his head is laying in your lap. “is that a panda?”

nodding, you place a quick peck to his lips. “you look tired, baby. how was work?” you lean over to start taking the foil masks off your feet, rubbing to excess into them and tossing the masks into the trash bin next to the nightstand as chenle tells you about his day. when you turn your head, you notice him holding the cleansing balm and washcloth out towards you. tilting your head for the dramatics with a smile, you look between him and the items. “what’s this for?”

“can you wash off my makeup for me, please?” an exaggerated pout makes way onto his face, earning a small chuckle from you. soft moments like this with chenle happened every so often. your relationship was very playful and fun, the soft moments came and went but the love was always there and never questioned. but whenever either of you were ever this vulnerable with one another you never batted an eye, just went along with it.

opening up the banila cleansing balm, you take out the scrapper and start putting small amounts of it throughout his face. his eyes flutter shut, enjoying this small moment between you two. the sound of the terrifier 2 plays in the background, the vulgar noises going through one ear and out the other. you focus on making sure you get each part of his face but avoiding his eyes so as to not irritate them, watching all the colors mix together on his face as they melt into an oil mixture. wetting the wash cloth with your water bottle, you bring it to his face and start washing off the oil and making sure there’s no excess.

as you begin to wash off the oil, chenle’s eyes open back up to watch the process. his eyes watch you focus with your bottom lip out in a pout, eyes slightly squinted as you make sure to get every inch and not stain the new pillow cases you just bought last week. once you announce you’re finished, he slides off the bed lazily and tosses his clothes into the hamper. as he does so, you finally take off your face mask and throw it into the trash bin and soak the rest of it into your skin. as you tossed the mask into the garbage, you felt chenle wrap his arms around your waist and lay his head back in your lap.

when you looked down at him all he wore was his boxers and a basketball tee, his eyes still tired but grin still exuding happiness. you automatically wrap your arms around him, confused but allowing it to happen. “what’s gotten into you tonight?” you tease, causing him to look up at you.

“谢谢.” was all he said, his grin turning into a tired smile before placing a kiss to your thigh.

“i’m your partner, you don’t need to thank me.” you reply, placing your lips on his quickly before pulling him into his spot on the bed next to you.

he allows you to do so, secretly enjoying it anyway. the movie is long forgotten at this point but you don’t forget to make a mental note to rewatch it tomorrow when you have the time. you move the blanket so it’s on top of both of you and your boyfriend and allow him to cuddle up next to you, your arm wrapping around him and hand landing in his hair to play with his now messy strands.

“rough day?” you asked as he played with your shirt, his head on your chest and his breathing becoming slower. you can tell he could fall asleep any second now, but you always wanted to make sure he got everything off his chest he needed to so he didn’t sleep with anything heavy on his mind.

he moved his head up and down as if in a nodding motion. “yeah, just a lot of dance practices and interviews.” he lets out a deep sigh against your skin, causing a shiver to run up your spine as the ending credits roll from the end of the film. his one leg intertwines with yours, wanting to become even closer as he continues on about his day. “i finally have a day off tomorrow though, so that’s good.”

humming in agreement, you look down at him and press a small kiss to the top of his head. “about time.” you sink your body further down into the mattress, feeling your eyes getting heavy as well. as you reach over and turn off the nightstand light, you continue with your sentence. “my little koala has been working hard lately.”

although exhausted, chenle’s head shoots up and his eyes shoots daggers at you. his nose scrunches in disgust, hating the stupid nickname. “i hated that so much.” he pecks your lips before resting his head on your chest again, cuddling back into your warmth. “you’re lucky i love you.”

you roll your eyes, adjusting yourself in a position to get comfortable for bed. “yeah yeah, you love my stupid nicknames.” you feel him tap your side with his thumb two times, signaling something. “what?”

“you didn’t say it back.”

“chenle. you know i love you too.”

“just say it back, please. so i can go to bed.”

“i love you too.”

“good.”

even when half asleep he’s extremely stubborn.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Try, Try, Try 1

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics including adultery and trying to conceive. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: husband!Andy Barber, friend!Thor

masterlist - to be added

Summary: your husband puts high expectations on you but you don't think you'll ever be enough for him.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

A single line. Negative. You cringe as you hold the plastic stick over the bin in disappointment. There’s a knock at the door. 

“Well,” Andy’s voice rumbles through. 

You drop the test into the garbage and exhale softly, “not this time.” 

You crank on the faucet and rinse off your hands. The door opens from the other side and Andy meets your eye in the mirror. You can see the same disappointment in him. He even looks angry. 

“You been taking your vitamins?” He asks. 

“Yeah,” you nod to the pillow box, each day a separate compartment, filled with the multicolor tablets. “I’m off coffee finally. No drinking. I gave Lisa a bunch of wine.” 

Your husband sighs, “you were ovulating. You said so.” 

“Andy,” you shrug. “It just takes time.” 

“Three years,” he says. “Yeah, a long time.” 

You wince at his disapproval. You shut off the tap and dry your hands. “I know. I’m trying.” 

“We’re both trying,” he insists. “Even on the days I’m tired, from working, when all I wanna do is nothing, I try. All according to your calendar. Are you sure you’re doing it right?” 

“What?” You face him. “Yeah, it’s an app and the tests--” 

“I don’t know. Maybe you aren’t trying as hard as me. Or maybe you’re hiding something.” 

His accusation is like a slap in the face. You blink furiously and shake your head, “what are you saying?” 

“You went to the OBGYN last week. How do I know you didn’t get pills? Or an insert?” 

“Huh?” You grimace. You got your IUD out the month before the wedding; because he asked. It wasn’t fun or easy. “Why--” 

“Cold feet? I mean, you leave dishes in the sink, maybe you’re not ready for a kid.” 

Your lashes flutter as your eyes burn. You leave a glass or two in the sink but the place isn’t a sty. You heave and swallow down the hurt. He’s frustrated. That’s it. 

“I’m ready. I’ve been just as ready as you,” you croak. 

“Hm, well, maybe you should book another appointment. Get a referral and figure out what’s wrong with you.” 

“What’s wrong--” 

“There are options. In vitro. Surrogate,” he crosses his arms and leans on the door frame, “I’m not getting any younger. Neither are you.” 

You want to say that it could be him. That you’re not necessarily the problem but you can’t be entirely sure of that. You sniffle, “Andy, I want it just as bad. I understand that it’s hard but you don’t have to be mean.” 

“Cecilia and Mark started trying last year and she’s about to pop,” he retorts. “And Timothy, he’s older than I am and he’s got twins.” 

“Andy,” you plead. “You’re acting like this is some conspiracy.” 

He looks away as if to suggest that’s possible. You stagger with hurt. His mom always accused you of being a gold digger. Does he believe you? He’s the one who told you to quit your job and stay home. 

He clears his throat and his eyes flick over sharply, “almost forgot. Found a cooking course for you. Down at the Elmwood.” 

“A cooking... what?” 

“Mom suggested it. Said it could help with everything. Make it more manageable if you know what you’re doing.” He drops his hands to his hips. 

“But... you like my cooking.” 

“Honey, you cook out of cans and the freezer. It’s something but if we’re going to have a little one, you need to start making more organic meals. Processed foods are awful, especially if you’re going to be breastfeeding,” he girds. 

Your heart sinks even further. You just can’t do anything right. Not since he put that ring on your finger. You’ve let him down in so many ways. You can’t give him a baby, you can’t cook what he likes, and last night he said you were too dry. Not your fault when he doesn’t offer any foreplay. 

“It will be fun too,” he offers. “I’m sure you’ll make some friends. Maybe some who can give you good advice... moms.” 

You restrain the flinch and nod. “Sure, probably will be. I guess... learning new things is good.” 

“Sure it will be, honey,” he shoves away from the wall and comes closer. “Look, it’s not that bad, alright?” He brushes his hand over your hip and along your lower back. He turns you to face him, “we can try again. Before work?” 

He pulls you against him and you have to resist tearing away. You’re not mad. You’re hurt. Why can’t he ever tell you what you do right? 

“Sure,” you run your hands up his white tee shirt. 

“Mm, when’s the last time we were spontaneous?” He purrs as his attitude shifts entirely. “Come on, get on the counter. Just like old times.” 

Your cheeks sear at the memory. When you were his law clerk, it was so exciting. Your little rendezvous, the under the desk fun. Now it’s so much pressure. Now he really feels like your boss. 

He backs you up and you brace the counter. He helps you up and pushes between your knees. You gasp as he steps between them and pulls down the straps of your nightie. A shiver speckles goosebumps across your chest as he bends to bury his face. 

You clasp the back of his head as he fondles one tit in his hand and latches onto the other. He groans as he teethes at you and sucks as he pulls back, stretching your nipple until it pops free. He looks up at you and purrs. 

“You know, when you’re expecting, those are gonna be bigger,” he stands and you hide your disappointment. No foreplay. Again. “I can’t wait.” 

He spreads your knees and pulls you so your pelvis is curled. He pushes down the elastic of his boxers as he slides you closer to the edge. He grabs your shoulder, pushing you back against the mirror as he guides himself along your cunt. 

He growls as he pushes inside of you, rocking until he finds his way in. He grunts and snaps his hips as you whine. It scrapes dryly as you’re unprepared for his suddenness. You brace his forearm and grit down on the pain. 

“You’re dry again,” he snarls and thrusts. 

You rasp, “sorry, I’m trying.” 

You reach down to your clit and he swats your hand away. He snags your wrists and brings them above your head. He pins them to the mirror and rams in harder. You whimper and curl your legs around him. 

“Ah, Andy--” 

“Yeah, you like it, don’t you? Like how big I am?” He pounds into you without patient. “Want me to fill you up, don’t you?” 

You gulp and gasp around his raw intrusion. He squeezes your wrists until your fingers throb and you notice how he watches himself in the mirror, almost entirely unconcerned with your presence. You turn your head down and bite your lip as he uses you. You just need him to get off and then you can go cook him a breakfast he won’t he even like. 

[winningmymind]

Wholesome twinyard and neilaaron worsties. Based off this hc post where Andrew takes care of sick Aaron and Neil

Despite it being summer with warm temperatures there was a cold going among Columbia house. No one knows who was patient zero.

It could've been Nicky, who returned from Germany after visiting Erik, and came into contact with multiple travelers, being his normal talkative self and making tons of friendly acquaintances along the way.

It could've been Kevin, who actually broke his rigorous diet once Andrew finally found some guilty pleasure junk food to shut the Queen of Exy up about healthy balanced meals.

It could've been Aaron who was doing volunteer hours at the hospital in the children's ward where germ infected toys don't often get cleaned as they should when he's assigned to comfort the tiny bedridden patients.

It could've been Neil and Andrew tracking back whatever from their road trips.

Whoever did it, didn't matter, because everyone sans Andrew was sick. That meant, begrudgingly, Andrew had to nurse them back to health.

“Don't you have the blue Gatorade? It's my favorite.” Nicky complains in his corner of sickness, isolated in his bedroom.

Andrew stares at him with a bored expression. “You get what you get.”

He aimed the Gatorade at Nicky's head and his cousin barely dodged. Nicky pouts while opening up his drink full of electrolytes.

“Geez, why'd you have to get the strongest immune system? Your bedside manner is trash.”

“Aaron's the wannabe doctor. Not me. So, deal.”

And that's how it went. Andrew checked on Nicky, then checked on Kevin who was nesting in the living room recliner chair. Whereas Nicky still found a way to ramble nonsense even with a fever, Kevin was puking, often using his striker legs to run to the nearest garbage bin if the toilet wasn't close enough. Andrew tossed saltine crackers and a can of ginger ale into Kevin's lap. If Kevin was pale before due to his Irish genes, this illness makes him paler.

“I need to re-do our training schedule. We're going to be out of practice.” Kevin glumly worries as Andrew changes out the vomit filled garbage bin for a bucket.

“If you don't shut your face and let the medicine work, I'll skin you alive.” Andrew threatened and it did the trick, Kevin lounging back to promptly rest.

Andrew was so over playing caretaker. Nicky and Kevin are insufferable when sick. One would think Neil and Aaron would give them a run for their money. Both were very anti-medicine for their own personal reasons but surprisingly Neil and Aaron were Andrew's best patients. It certainly helped that both men latched onto having Andrew dote on them, and Andrew did treat Neil and Aaron with favoritism over Nicky and Kevin.

Beside Kevin, commandeering the living room couch, were Neil and Aaron. They weren't whiny or bitchy or assholes. They were being civil with each other? That was the first clue for Andrew that something was wrong. Neil and Aaron have a routine to piss each other off. It's a skill, the colorful insults and slick comebacks that they mudsling when all Andrew, Nicky, and Kevin want to do is chill in peace. When Andrew woke up to make coffee three days ago, he spotted Neil and Aaron on the couch, cuddled up of all things, and looking like absolute hell. That was day 1 of Columbia house catching colds.

Andrew checked up on his twin and his not-boyfriend last. He observed how Aaron and Neil shared a blanket, scooting closer to each other, their hazy eyes unfocused on the glowing screen of the TV. Neil was sniffling and Aaron was coughing. Neil was sweaty and Aaron was shivering. Neil used Aaron's shoulder as a pillow and Aaron used the top of Neil's head as his pillow. This uncanny sight was becoming the norm.

“Drink.” Andrew held out two cups of water that fizzed from dissolved medicine tablets.

Neil and Aaron obeyed, both silently basking in Andrew's attention, and gulped their waters like they were at Eden's taking shots. Andrew took their cups and gave them bowls of soup he prepared straight from the can. He watched Neil be able to scarf down piping hot soup while Aaron took his time to blow off the steam. Finally, Andrew held up a thermometer and frowned at the results.

“Nicky and Kevin are getting better. You two idiots keep passing your colds back and forth. You should separate.”

It's like Andrew had said something forbidden, the way Neil and Aaron stared at him.

“I'm serious. Aaron, you have your own bed. Neil, you can stay in mine or take the couch.”

“Where would you be?” Neil asked and Andrew arched a brow at how needy Neil sounded.

“Preserving my status as the last man standing. I'm not sharing a bed with you until you're healed.” Andrew just needed to know if Neil would take the bed or couch so he can bring his non-infected blankets and pillows with him to camp out.

“I don't wanna leave the couch.” Aaron's voice was hoarse from coughing.

“Me, neither.” Neil's voice was nasally from a stuffy nose.

Andrew didn't have time for this. “You guys can't keep passing the colds. It'll take longer for you to get better.”

And maybe, because they were both sick and not in their right minds, Neil and Aaron were a lot more honest in their reasoning than they usually would provide.

“Mom never stayed with me when I was sick,” Aaron revealed, snuggling into the shared blanket and into Neil's side more. “It's nice being sick with someone else.”

“Yeah.” Neil seconded, snuggling into Aaron as well. “I was on the run for years. Didn't get to be pampered much.”

Andrew wishes he could murder Tilda again for her lack of tenderness. He also wishes Neil talked about his own mother more and their secretive past that prevented standard caring. Andrew can't relate to Aaron and Neil's apparent desire for physical affection when ill, but he finds it amusing how similar they are. Guess that's why they argue with each other constantly.

“Fine.” Andrew let the delirious Neil and Aaron possessively claim the couch.

Even after Nicky beat his cold first, and Kevin a close second, it was nearly impossible to hang out in the living room because Neil and Aaron called dibs on the couch and refused to share. This bound Kevin to the recliner and Nicky to settle on the floor during movie nights. Andrew preferred to sit on the arm of the couch, making a pillow barrier between himself and Neil and Aaron because he'd be damned if he caught their colds.

Eventually, no one was sick in the house. Neil and Aaron pretended they hadn't been cozying up for a week half-conscious and fatigued. It was too late to be embarrassed, Nicky had properly snapped a bunch of pictures of Neil and Aaron sleepily hugging and drooling. Pictures Aaron prayed would never see the light of day if he had a say so. Neil, gold medalist in gaslighting, had perfect amnesia of such events and miraculously changed the subject every time it was brought up.

“Delete them all. Do it or else. Nicky, I swear I'll kill you.” Aaron hovered over Nicky's shoulder to make sure the evidence was destroyed. “If I find any in the cloud or sent to the Foxes group chat, Erik will be coming to your funeral.”

“Sheesh. Okay. I'm doing it. Not my fault you and Neil were sick buddies hogging the couch.”

“You don't remember anything. You sure?” Kevin once again tried to get Neil to acknowledge the truth.

“How about those Trojans?” Neil easily distracted Kevin, who fanboyed close to the sun over his favorite Exy team.

Little did Aaron or Neil know that Andrew already bullied Nicky into sending him the pictures. Andrew keeps a particular wallet sized picture tucked in his back pants pocket; Aaron and Neil leaning against each other, heads knocked together, snoring away.

“They'll never see the light of day. Scout's honor.” Nicky reassured, both Aaron and Neil's faces falling into relief.

Andrew wordlessly agrees with Nicky. Those pictures are for Andrew's eyes only.

[ravenelyx]

Hello! Do you take requests? If so I have oke for you :)

It’s similar to the recent one about Sebastian hugging the reader. Could it be with Omi this time?

I love your writings, btw.

I absolutely can !!! And thank you so much ♡♡

Let me in. - Ominis Gaunt

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader

Words: 1k

Warnings: fluff, kissing, angst and comfort, Ominis is touch-starved, Ominis is insecure, neck kissing, fuck the Gaunt family all my homies hate the Gaunt family, we all know Omi's past, cuddling and snuggling, House is not specified, (implied) established relationship

Summary: Ominis Gaunt has never learned how to love. But he has you, and you're willing to teach him.

A/N: I hope you like this!! I followed a different tangent than Sebastian's.

Masterlist

you can find the whole fic here on ao3 as well

Sebastian's version

He wishes love were easy.

But nothing had ever been easy in Ominis Gaunt's life.

When he opened his heart to her, he opened something deep. A Pandora box of sorrow and grief and everything he'd buried so deep he'd forgotten about it.

Unfortunately, his body never forgets. It shows when she takes his hand. It unleashes when she brushes his hair. That gnawing, scorching flame burning where her touch remains.

She asks him how he's doing, he doesn't answer, words trapped behind his teeth like in a prison of jelly and guilt. He thinks she doesn't really want to be bothered by his problems.

She takes his hand while walking, he moves it away, clutching it to his chest in an attempt to build back that armor she threatens to break every time.

"Ominis," she speaks quietly in the night, when he keeps her always at an arm's distance. "Please, come here."

He wants to cry.

"I don't know how."

The smell of her hair lingers on the pillow when she leaves, and he quietly brings it to him, burying his face in the softness of her girly perfume. Even then, he feels too much freedom; taking up a space that isn't his own. He turns his back to it.

She seems tired today.

"Ominis." Her voice is weary, sad. She's near the fireplace, brooding. He feels like he's done something wrong.

"What is it?"

He balks before approaching her, his voice coming out in a sycophantic squeak that makes his blood run cold. He is afraid: afraid she'll find him some day. That she'll offer her hand and he'll take it with no qualms, allowing her to pull him up, away from those doubts cramming his mind when she gets too close.

"Why do you never let me in?"

He's drowning.

Why? Why? The answer is immediate, pulled right from his brain by that tight awareness that has always been more of a curse than a blessing. Because Ominis Gaunt feels that he is phrogging in other people's existence until they get tired and throw him into the nearest garbage. Because he has never found a place where he could sit down, wind his legs and feel at peace. Because if one day someone finds him with his defenses down, when he hits the bottom of the bin headfirst, he will never forgive himself.

"I don't know how." His inveterate answer comes, drawing a sigh from her. She always drops the subject after, and he feels safe.

This time, she breaches the armor again, and he has got no time to glue it back.

"Come here."

His hands tremble when he follows, sitting down next to her. She opens her palm to him and he feels it on his leg.

"Take it."

Her fingers feel soft to the touch, slipping between his as if filling up a space in his heart he had missed, pushing back his doubts and making a home for itself. He holds her hand and runs his thumb on her knuckles.

"What does this mean?" He asks feebly.

"That you can do much more."

He feels the corner of his lips push down in a grimace. "I don't know h—"

"I'll show you."

Her movements are languid and elegant like a snake, and he feels like she might strangle him and cut his breath and leave him for dead. But he wants to keep holding her hand.

"What do I do?"

"Come here."

This time, he listens.

She lets him move first, wrap his arms around her, as if testing her shape. He runs his hands over her delicate ribs, then down to the soft curve of her waist, then around her; feels the weight in his arms, like she could crush him at any moment. But she doesn't.

She lets him pull her on him, giving him her body. His hands are shaking and he feels inadequate to hold her; to keep her safe and not let her fall.

"Just do what feels right," she whispers.

None of this feels right. But it feels comfortable, and it feels different, and it feels like his heart is slowing down and his weight is meeting the ground and pushing against it like he will never need to get up anymore.

And there are her lips. He feels them with his fingertips; the curve at the top, the soft flesh, the sticky texture of her lipstick. He brings his trembling mouth to hers for the first time and pulls away just as quickly.

"I'm sorry…" he almost cries again.

"Do it again."

He swallows and pushes his lips against hers. He doesn't have the courage to move and breathes against her mouth.

She giggles and his heart breaks, because of course he was doing it wrong. "I'm sorr—"

Her mouth moves against his, takes his bottom lip in a quick suckle and then frees it again. He holds his breath until he can't stay still anymore.

"How does that feel?" she asks.

"More…"

Something inside him cracks open at her taste, pushes and pulls and crushes him, and he holds on to her. It's all too much and it's all not enough. He licks his lips and tastes her lipstick and he wishes he could see her.

When she cups his cheek, he flinches.

"This feels…"

Horrible. Good. Terrifying. Perfect. Different.

"We can go slow," she says, and it's more than he could ask for. "But I'm here, and I'm yours."

He nods and attempts to find her, and he presses his forehead against her collarbone. She's warm there.

"Thank you," He's crying against her skin, and she skims her hand against his back.

He feels naked, a brush of cold hair against his chest where his defenses have cracked. She's pulling his armor down with a gentle touch, and he lets her until he hears it hit the ground loudly.

"You can relax now." He thinks he hears her say. Perhaps it was a dream. And when he hesitantly brushes his lips against her skin, he allows her in.

[shotmrmiller]

I imagine she’s a complete bad ass herself, or at least can hold her own, that’s why her and her Simon worked so well. So when she wakes up after that night with her arms bandaged and a pack of painkillers with “woman, here.” on her pillow, she stops being sad and instead starts seething. “Asshole won’t let me rest, dead or alive.” As she pettily unwraps her arms and does them herself (poorly). She refuses to eat anything from Simon, and even is heard in Price’s office demanding her own room (at least 400 feet away from Simon), it was the least they could do after that interrogation stunt. She’d rather sleep in the cold and muggy training room than next to Ghost, he didn’t deserve to be called Simon, always waking up with an extra blanket thrown over her frame.

im seeing what you're putting down, because i am a royal petty.

She'll wake and toss anything he might have moved or put around her to 'help' straight to the floor. The only reason it's not in the garbage is because 1. she doesn't like to waste anything 2. simon ghost's petite lil garbage bin isn't big enough.

She'll hiss and curse at the sting on her arms but won't take ghost's bottle of painkiller. She stops using his shirts to sleep in. Now the shirts say MacTavish, Garrick and Price.

she doesn't use his 8 in 1 wash anymore, she's not putting her toothbrush next to his, and what about when Soap is like there goes yo man?

She'll tsk, and say, not my Simon loud as hell.

hopefully it sends an ache into his heart if this 22 ghost even fucking has one because so far, the only thing you've seen from him is hate and now pity.

You don't need his pity.

[justjams2003]

Between two Gods: 3-Breeding

It seems like I'm only ever working on projects that you guys can't read yet. So, while you all wait, here is another part of the BtG series. (Yes, it's a series now!)

Paring: Alpha!Thor Odinson x Omega!Reader x Alpha! Clark Kent

Summary: After being cooped up for weeks, you take an unauthorised trip. Unfortunately, you're caught in your heat in the middle of a grocery store.

Warnings: A/B/O, mating, breeding, threesome, oral sex (both male and female receiving) P in V. Mxm, mxmxw, afab!reader, possessive!Thor, possessive!Clark, guys kissing, rutting, knotting

Word Count: 1,6k words

Part 1-Part 2

You consider it an overreaction; your mates consider it just. How were you supposed to know? Your heat wasn’t expected to happen for another week! And you were beyond frustrated sitting at home alone all day.  

With their busy working schedules and the occasional off-planet endeavours, they vowed that at least one of them would be home. And in the mornings, you would kiss the one (or both) that are home goodbye. They had you on strict house arrest after admitting you’re ready for pups.  

 You had stopped taking the heat blockers the day you quit your job. Although both your mates insisted that you didn’t need it. But working a job in a lab surrounded only by men, you begged to differ. And now your mates have you sitting here waiting for your heat.  

However, with each passing day you grew antsy and today you decided enough was enough. It would be quick, less than a few hours you’re sure of it. You had a meeting with your realtor, (after Thor and Clark had been putting it off) then you’d go to the store. Just for some snacks.  

Now, you’re starting to regret it. You can feel the sweat run down your back and the freezer aisle does little to help. Not to mention the hum and the buzzing lights and the smell of raw meat are so overwhelming to your senses. You feel ready to throw up with sensory overload and guilt above all else.  

You should have listened to them! There’s always a reason for everything they do. They were thinking straighter than you and should’ve known, better than you, that your first heat off the pills would be out of schedule. Now, you’re stuck, feeling as though you’re being boiled from the inside out.  

A groan escapes you and you can’t help but lean on the deep freeze. Eventually, your knees give in and you find yourself on the floor. You fumble with your phone, but you can feel your thighs clench when you hear Clark’s voice. “My love?” All you can do is whimper into the phone. You can hear him shuffle.  

“I’ll be right there. Try to find a bathroom and hide.” His instructions are clear and his use of his Alpha voice made your body move so much easier. You abandon your shopping cart, seeing the men in the aisle already staring at you and the cramps are already coming.  

Though the farthest you seem to be able to make it is just around the corner behind the shopping centre. You groaned, not only in pain but frustration too. This is not where you wanted this to happen. Not next to the garbage bin and the manhole.  

One of the perks of having superhero mates is their sheer speed. You know it’s Clark by the mating bond throbbing along with the well in your legs. You can feel his big hands wrap around you and pull you closer to his body. “How’d you find me?” You ask, wrapping your legs around his waist.  

You can’t help but rub yourself against him, like a dog looking for any sort of friction. You can feel his cock ready to fuck you silly and his nose in your neck. “I could smell you from the other side of the world.” He explains with a deep inhale on your mating gland.  

“Hold on.” Clark commands, but you know good and well that he and Thor would be dead before they dropped you. And luckily for you, you were home before you even realised you were in the air. All you feel is the bed and pillows all around you.  

Not that it’s enough, the usually soft sheets now feel like nails to your skin. “Please, Alpha, please,” you mutter out, reaching out to Clark but he seems to be fighting with himself. The kitchen counter of your bachelor flat is getting the grunt of it, being left in pieces on the floor.  

“I can’t, I’m sorry little omega.” Superman paces between you and abusing the kitchen aisle. You turn onto your stomach, burying your nose into their cushion. You can feel your hips roll onto the sheets. Your legs quiver and your hands travel your own body.  

You can feel the slick between your legs and the damn pool you’ve made on the bed. Your gushy inside barely reacts to your own fingers anymore, spoiled by your mates' thick digits and fat cocks. Your hair sticks to your sweaty forehead, there seems to be no end to the fever working its way through your body.  

“Kal...”  

You swear you can hear his teeth grinding. Your smell is driving him crazy, but he made a promise to Thor. This promise is getting harder and harder to keep. His instincts are driving him crazy, screaming at him more than ever to break you apart. To make you swell with his seed.  

It seems Rao heard him because the next second Thor slams open the door. He can see the absolute state Clark is in.  He grabs him by the neck and their tongues combine. “God, she smells divine,” Thor mutters, dropping his hammer with a loud thud.  

The noise makes you jump and then turn on your back again. “You can have her first. A prize for waiting, for being such a good little boy.” Thor peppers kisses and bites on Kal’s mating gland. Then he gives him a good smack on the ass, and the Kryptonian wastes no time.  

He rips each layer of his clothes off. His suit is discarded just as quick as he removes your clothes. Clark’s nose is in between your thighs. He laps up your sweet and overpowering smell. His cool tongue on your hot core makes you gasp.  

You clench your thighs shut, or at least try to. You fail spectacularly, his arms are like a cage and there is no way to escape. Each breath on your sizzling mound and a lick of your sticky insides cools and fuels your heat. Your hand grabs his curls and pushes him in closer, anything for more.  

Meanwhile, Thor carefully takes off each of his many layers of armour. His cock is hard as a rock, he can’t take his eyes off you. You can tell too. Seeing his dick spring free from his tight Asgardian armour makes your core pull tighter.  

The Kryptonian can tell too. His tongue is buried deep into you and his nose hits your clit just right. Soon, you’re gushing all over his face and he eats it up. Your eyes are lidded after your loud needy moans of release. Thor takes you by the chin, “Just look at that face, pretty boy.” 

The man with the dark hair lets out a chuckle. He then grabs you by the waist and flips you over. Clark brings up your ass so that you’re on your hands and knees. He places kisses down your back and you can feel his cock teasing your slit.  

“You can’t possibly think we’re done.” He coos at you, taunting your clit. Not to mention, Thor’s huge dick is at the cusp of your lips. His hand is wrapped around your hair, waiting for Kal to make the first move. As soon as he does, you’re penetrated from both sides.  

Tears fill your eyes as Thor hits the back of your throat. They’re so intertwined with each other; their rhythms match perfectly. Your heat makes every part of you so sensitive. You can feel them so deep inside you and it feels like heaven itself. And somehow, they still manage to make out over you while thrusting into you.  

Their heavy hands and wet, dirty words send you over the edge. You clench tighter around Clark and can feel how he too cums within you. How he paints your walls with his seed. His knot grows as his feathers of white-hot liquid flow from him.  

Thor too continues his mission of face-fucking you until he loses himself. He forces you to swallow his sickly-sweet seed. Over and over until you’re overflowing from the top. Luckily Clark’s knot keeps his litres of cum inside of you.  

“Don’t worry, Princess, soon you’ll be round with our seed.” Thor coos pulling out and watching as you splutter on his cum. “Don’t forget, she still needs to be punished,” Kal replies, still rutting into your womb. “What for?” The Prince asks, not knowing about you going out.  

“This one went on a little field trip. I can still smell that fucking realtor on you. And you know we want you only eating organic.” Their conversation seems so casual. As if Clark isn’t balls deep inside you. Thor’s brows furrow, “You went to talk to that man without us?”  

The god’s eyes grow dark, “You’re right, pretty boy. He smells fucking vile.” Thor grabs you by your hair and pulls you up to meet his now stormy eyes. You have no response for him, only batting your thick eyelashes. “As soon as she’s bred, I’m taking her to Asgard.”  

The other alien nods in agreement. “You too, I want you both under watch.” Thor commands, not expecting disagreement. “The people of earth-” Clark goes to fight, still feeling bonded by duty. “The mortals will be taken care of. There are many other guardians here.” The god uses his Alpha voice, making things final. 

“Well look at that, little omega, looks like we’re going to space.” Clark sighs out, finally pulling out of you. He stuffs pillows underneath your stomach and ass. Making sure to keep the cum deep inside you.  

[shewhxmustnxtbenamed]

Count On Me | 23k | G

University students Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy run into each other one day. Literally. On bikes. After that, they can't get away from each other, no matter how hard they try. And then, it seems, they might not want to.

Preview under the cut

On Friday after work, he’s indulging in his usual routine of fish curry and a movie when he’s startled by a jump scare. As usual, he glances at the doorway to assure himself that he’s alone and safe, when he sees a person standing there and screams, clutching his Pikachu pillow for dear life. They turn on the light, and Harry’s shouts die in his throat when he sees the very confused, oddly wet face of Draco Malfoy. 

“What in the hell are you doing in my house?” He asks, taking in the pile of scattered rubbish on the sitting room table, along with random clothes and blankets that had gathered there during the week. 

“Your house?” 

“My mother owns it. It’s supposed to be empty this semester, she said no one was renting it.” 

“Is your mum related to Sirius Black?” 

Draco pauses.

“Yes…he’s not—I mean…are we related?” 

“No—he’s my godfather. He raised me. I call him my dad because that’s easier. Because…well, he is.” 

“Oh,” Draco says, and he exhales as he looks at the rubbish on the counter again. “So…you’re staying here, then?” 

“Well, I thought so…why are you here? Why are you wet?” 

“It’s storming like mad outside. The lab where I do my internship is near here and I didn’t feel like taking the bus, so I came here. Thought I’d stay the weekend—get out of the halls.” 

“Okay…” Harry says. “Er—well…I can leave, then. I mean, it’s your house.” 

“Which you’ve destroyed, by the looks of it,” Draco says, and then he frowns. “Hold on…is this the place you were talking about that gives you the creeps?” 

Harry presses his lips together. 

“Er…it’s much nicer now. Kudos to your mum.” 

“Well, it was . It looks like a tip now and it absolutely reeks, what is that smell?” 

“What, my fish curry? It’s good.” 

“It’s ghastly. Throw it away—God, throw all of this away. How do you live like this?” 

“Give me a break I’ve had a busy week!”

 “Busy week…” Draco mutters, and then he exits and starts to go up the stairs. 

Harry goes after him, but Draco is quicker, and reaches the room that Harry has claimed as his own. 

“It looks like the sun vomited in here. What is your obsession with Pokemon?”

Harry shuts the door and presses his back up against it, bracing himself as he looks up at Draco. 

“I’m sorry. I’ll tidy and change the bedsheets and…and…it will all look normal come tomorrow night. Okay?” 

“That’s my room,” Draco says. 

“You can’t stay in another room just for one night?” 

Draco crosses his arms and goes down the stairs, leaving Harry to trail behind him. He gets to the kitchen and stops, exhaling a loud breath. 

“I’m almost impressed. You’ve managed to wreck this house worse than I’ve ever seen it in the span of one week.” 

“It’s not that bad! It’s just some rubbish, alright? I can clean it tomorrow.” 

“Unlike some, I can’t stand to live in mess, so it seems that I’ll be the one cleaning this,” Draco says, searching for a garbage bag and a pair of gloves. 

Harry groans and takes it from him, jamming his hands into the gloves as he grabs the empty garbage bag and begins to toss the rubbish that had built up throughout the week. 

“Just wanted to have a relaxing night…Halfway through a movie with a nice curry…Ice cream in the freezer…” Harry mutters to himself, but Draco seems satisfied and finds his own pair of gloves to help with the cleaning. 

In surprisingly little time, the place is clean, and Harry collapses on the couch while Draco takes the rubbish to the bins outside. 

“It still stinks,” Draco says, and Harry sighs. 

“There’s nothing I can do about it. Open a window.” 

Draco crosses the room and opens the two garden-facing windows, letting in cool night air. Then, he sits on the couch beside Harry and Harry straightens, looking at him. 

“Are you going to kick me out now?” Harry asks. 

“No, I’m not evil. It’s still storming.” 

“I know, but are you going to be living here now that you work in the lab nearby?”

“Well, I thought I might, but, apparently not. My mother usually tells me when we have a tenant staying here. I’m sorry—I barged in, didn’t I?” 

“Yes, and then you forced me to clean.” 

“You really ought to clean more, its disgusting to—” 

“Enough, enough, you’ve already scolded me. Just tell me if I’ve got to move or not, alright?” 

“No, that wouldn’t be fair to you.” 

“Okay…well…can I finish my movie, then?” 

“I can stay?” Draco asks. 

“It’s your house.” 

“Do you mind?” 

Harry shrugs. Considers it. 

“I don’t mind.” 

“Alright, then,” he says, sighing as he settles back on the couch. “We’ll finish the movie.” 

Harry nods and presses play, clutching his Pikachu plushie and ignoring the smirk that pulls at Draco’s mouth. 

[netst4r-k1tty]

Moving into a new dorm ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 💗

Hello everyone! Are you just moving into your first dorm room/apartment and have no idea what to bring and buy? Don't worry! This list is here to save the day!

*ੈ✩ Bedding ‧₊˚*

Twin XL sheets (2 sets!!!)

A comforter or duvet for winter

Pillows! (2 or 3)

Pillowcases (2 for each pillow! Make sure to change them when you change your sheets!!)

Mattress protector

Mattress topper (highly recommend!)

Extra blankets or throws

*ੈ✩ Bath & Laundry ‧₊˚*

Towels! (2 bath, 2 hand towels, and 2 washclothes)

A shower caddy or shelf

A pair or shower slippers

Toiletries (shampoo and conditioner, toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, ect.)

Hairdryer and styling tools

Laundry bag or basket to transport your laundry to the machines

Laundry detergent and dryer sheets

Stain remover stick or spray

Bathrobe (optional but useful!)

*ੈ✩ Kitchen Essentials ‧₊˚*

Reusable water bottle

Travel mug with a lid

Kitchen appliances: mini fridge, microwave, kettle or coffee maker, rice cooker (make sure you're allowed to have these!)

Plates, bowls, utensils (microwave-safe!)

Paper towels and/or reusable kitchen towels

Food storage containers and ziploc bags

Your favorite snacks!!!

*ੈ✩ Cleaning Supplies ‧₊˚*

Disinfecting wipes

All purpose cleaner

A broom and dustpan or a small vacuum

Air freshener or odor eliminator

Small trash bin

Garbage bags (scented ones are more fun!)

*ੈ✩ Clothing & Accessories ‧₊˚*

Everyday wear (consider the climate of your area!)

Workout clothes

Pajamas

Undergarments and socks

Raincoat and umbrella

Warm jacket/coat

Shoes: casual, dress, sneakers, sandals, indoor slippers

Fun hair accessories and jewelry to match your style!

*ੈ✩ School Supplies & Tech ‧₊˚*

Laptop and charger

Extension cord/ surge protector

Power strip

Headphones or earbuds (noise canceling very recommend!)

USB drives or an external hard drive

Notebooks, folders, pens, highlighters

Backpack/bag to take to classes

Desk lamp

Printer and ink (optional - check campus printing availability!)

*ੈ✩ Dorm Comfort & Decor ‧₊˚*

Desk organizer and drawer storage

Command hooks/strips

Wall decor, posters, and photos

Small fan (if dorm doesn't have AC)

Are rug (makes your space feel homier!)

Bed risers (if allowed)

Storage bins

*ੈ✩ Important Documents ‧₊˚*

Student ID or ID from orientation

Health insurance card

Percription information (if needed)

Bank or debit/credit cards

Copy of immunization records

*ੈ✩ Extras ‧₊˚*

First aid kit (bandaids, pain killers, ect.)

Mini tool kit (screwdrivers, scissors, ect.)

Flashlight or battery powered lantern

Sewing kit and safety pins

Portable speaker

Board/card/video games

💗⋆｡‧˚ʚ Happy Moving!

I hope this helped~ it's never too early to start planning for big changes in your life!

xoxo

Netst4r🍀

[commiekinkshamer]

I’m decluttering YEARS worth of useless junk from my apartment and it feels so good. I’m intensely emotionally attached to a lot of stuff so some of it is really hard. But I need clarity. I was too overwhelmed and bogged down by stuff.

It’s a new start. 1) if landlord sells, great, basically everything I own is organized, in bins, basically move ready.

2) if not, no worries. I’m living FUNCTIONALLY. I’m investing in things that help me function, like a proper desk for work, new pillows, a wardrobe or clothes that is useful to me.

I bought a plastic, see through dresser to store what can be folded up easily. The rest of my clothes are now all hanging on a garment rack. I can visually see what I have and grab it when I need it.

I’ve lived out of bins of unfolded clean clothes for YEARS. No more. Once it’s dried, it’s put away.

I’ve thrown out what must be close to ten garbage bags worth of stuff, I have 5 whole bags full ready to go out next garbage just from this weekend alone.

I do one small thing a day, even if it’s clearing out a single drawer.

I’m keeping my most beloved stuffed animals, but getting rid of a ton. I’m keeping my calico critter collection, but I have that stored in plastic, mold proof, dust proof bins. If I get a house or bigger apartment one day, I can think about displaying it. For now, safe storage.

No more cardboard boxes that mold and hold piles of invisible junk. Everything is plastic, clear, organized.

Any dish that doesn’t fit in my drying rack is mostly thrown out. I have a couple pots and pans, a small amount of plates, utensils, etc. but I’m trying to avoid using cupboards. Because every single dish I own can fit in a single small drying rack. There will be no piles of dirty dishes ever again.

It’s very much a work in progress but I feel that having done so much mental work in the past year, this next year will be about regaining functionality in my physical space!

[thesims4blogger]

“Login Events” Have Officially Begun on The Sims 4

After a major leak on Tuesday, Login Events have officially begun on The Sims 4.

If you haven’t heard, players who load up the game a few times over the next few weeks will have access to new items, from objects to Create a Sim assets, including one new trait.

The Sims has shared a video tutorial on how you can claim your rewards. Watch it below, and read the blog post, which includes a FAQ section.

Events are Coming to The Sims 4

Come for the vending machine, leave with a trait

Oh hi there. I’m Font, a Senior Game Design Director on The Sims 4. I’ve been living and breathing the Sims for over a decade and have been lucky enough to contribute to The Sims 3, The Sims Mobile, and The Sims 4. I consider myself a Simmer whose day job is to come up with new and unexpected ways to play in The Sims 4. Which brings me to the topic of this development blog: the introduction of Events!

Events in The Sims 4

Events are a limited time experience, centered around a fun theme, with free rewards or gameplay that adds new opportunities to your game.

Our team created a platform for these new Events to live. Something that is flexible, easier to update, and will be easy for you to find and claim those rewards. Our designers have been busy making this new system shine and preparing for the first Event, while our artists have been creating new objects and Create-a-Sim pieces.Advertisement

The first Event will be “The Sims 4 Happy at Home Login Event,” where rewards can be claimed simply by logging in to the Main Menu for a limited time. This Event includes a suite of items that will help create a comfortable hangout space where your Sims can refine their skills with the new Practice Makes Perfect trait.

There will be updates in the future that bring additional layers to what you can see and do. The team is working on adding gameplay to Events, perhaps a quest or two to explore, and even more rewards to claim.

The team will be developing Events with objects and gameplay connected to The Sims’ Season. Events can also be timed to a variety of different occasions in a calendar year or a general theme that we look forward to sharing with you in the future.

How to Claim The Happy at Home Login Event Rewards

Each day, new game items are unlocked and ready to claim from The Sims 4 main menu.

Click the Event tile on the main menu to view the Event screen.

From the Event screen, select “claim” on any unclaimed Event rewards.

The claimed rewards will be added to Build Mode or Create-a-Sim. The team has added a new Event filter under the Special category in both Create-a-Sim and Build Mode that can help you quickly find the rewards you’ve claimed.

Each week a new set of rewards become available to view (each will unlock daily).

Any days you miss claiming your reward can be claimed at any time during the duration of the Event, and up to one week after the Event ends

Claim these rewards and add them into your game to create a stay-at-home retreat perfect to invite friends and family over to enjoy some snacks and a round of games or choose to mix and match them with other items to tell the story of your choice. Each of the objects come in a variety of color options to help fit your aesthetic.

Week 1

Toss a round of sharp objects with the Bullseye Dartboard while embracing the evening in this Night Sky Layered Necklace. After a few rounds, grab a snack from the Guerdon Goods Mini Fridge. Earn a few Simoleons by tossing your trash in the matching Guerdon Goods NanoCan garbage bin, now in a less futuristic style.

Week 2

Let your tresses down with the Serenity Hairstyle and grab a seat at The Cool & Compact Bar. Whether you are practicing your mixology skills or serving up drinks for your friends, The Cool & Compact Bar offers a smaller footprint so you can save on space without compromising on quality.Advertisement

Week 3

Give your Sims bed or sofa an extra oomph of cozy vibes with The Pure Pillow clutter item and offer them a comfy backdrop to take a rest after a day of skill gain with the Practice Makes Perfect trait. With this new trait, Sims can learn skills faster, even if they are a bit slower to start.

Week 4

Dress your sims down in laidback Athleisure Wear and pull up to the functional Guerdon Goods Vending Machine to round out their snack game.

Do you have questions, we’ve got answers here in the FAQ

Are these rewards really free?

Yes, these rewards are free when you engage with the Event. Once claimed the rewards for this Event will be available in the Base Game. Each Event may handle rewards a little differently. For instance, this first Event you get rewarded for jumping back into the game while the Event is active. In the future there may be Events that take you on a quest where you’ll complete goals in order to earn rewards.Advertisement

What about SDX releases, I thought those were to provide free content and updates!

Sims Delivery Express drops aren’t going away, but we’re always looking for new and novel ways to deliver gameplay, as well as objects and clothing to add to your Sims’ lives. You can still expect SDX releases throughout the year as well as new Events to engage with The Sims 4 throughout the seasons.

What happens if I join the Event late?

There’s plenty of time during the Event to jump in if you are coming in late. Each day you launch the game counts as a login to unlock the next available reward. If you come in late to the Event there’s still time to catch up, but it will take 8 days of logins to unlock all of the rewards. We’ve provided an extra week to login and claim those remaining rewards.

The Sims 4 Happy at Home Login Event will be available beginning on May 30, 2024 on PC via EA app™, Mac® via Origin, Epic Games Store and Steam®, PlayStation®5, PlayStation®4, Xbox Series X|S and Xbox One systems.Advertisement

The Sims 4 Happy at Home Login Event requires The Sims 4 base game, available free to download with all game updates. See minimum system requirements for the pack.

[whumpsmith]

okayyyy 🌸 for erick ???

🌸 - Something that calms them

You actually made me do a deep thonk on this one because he rarely gets kalm in canon, which is why it's so desperately needed XD

CW: insomnia, neurosis, implied past abuse

Erick couldn't sleep.

It just happened sometimes. Too many thoughts and images were shooting through his head. He had literally been tense for days, so much so that his muscles were feeling sore, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.

He got tired of tossing and turning and decided to get up. He wanted a distraction, so he looked around the apartment. It seemed Fetch had stayed up late. The ashtray on the kitchen table was full, he'd left a coffee cup on the table as well, and the pot on the counter was half full of now-cold coffee.

Erick dumped the coffee out and put the pot to soak alongside with the cup. Then he grabbed the ashtray to empty it, finding the trash can was more than full as well. He carefully poured the contents of the ashtray in and put it on the counter to wash next. Then he very quietly began pulling the bag from the bin, making sure not to make too much noise.

Once he got it out he tied it closed and tiptoed through the hallway to put it by the front door. Fetch didn't mind him cleaning at night, but if he woke him up... The bruises from last time still hurt— Nope! Don't think about that. Just focus on cleaning.

He returned to the kitchen and as quietly as possible he scrubbed the coffee pot and cup clean. He put them on a tea towel to dry while he scrubbed the ashtray next. When everything was dry he scrubbed the counter, and then the floor cabinets, and then the floor.

When he was satisfied with his work, he finally fell tired enough to pass out as soon as his head hit the pillow. There was just one last thing to do. He tiptoed through the hallway again and picked up the trash bag, opening the front door very slowly as to not make a sound.

He never actually stopped to check the time when he woke up, so as he stepped outside he looked up at the sky to try and guess what time it was. The night sky had an orange glow to it, which was probably just the light pollution...oh well.

Erick shrugged and headed down the stairs and towards the garbage container at the end of the driveway. He opened the lid, lowered the bag in carefully, and then closed the lid gently, before turning around to sneak back to the apartment.

"You're up early."

Erick nearly jumped out of his skin before recognising their landlady's raspy whisky voice and spotting her sitting on the bench underneath the window of her ground floor apartment.

"E-Ethel?" Erick said, trying to ignore the painful pounding in his chest from the scare, "Why are you just sitting there in the dark?"

"I'm a light sleeper, dear," Ethel said, "I could hear water running, then I had to use the bathroom, and then I decided to come out for some fresh air."

"I'm sorry." Erick said, walking over and sitting down next to her, "I couldn't sleep, so I tried to do something productive."

"Oh you poor thing," Ethel said, "is something keeping you up, dear?"

"I guess," Erick said with a shrug.

It pained him that he could never be fully honest with her, but it wasn't as much pain as he might go through if Fetch found out he told her the truth.

"I have just the thing for that," Ethel said, "help an old lady up, will ya?"

Erick got up and helped Ethel to her feet, before following her inside. She sat him down in her kitchen before getting to work at the stove, putting a small pot on the burner and pouring in a cup of milk.

"My husband used to have a lot of trouble sleeping too," she said, "stress from work or something. He wouldn't go to the doctor for it, because that wasn't manly of course, so I looked around for my own fix and this one always worked like a charm."

"...warm milk?" Erick asked.

"With a little extra~" Ethel said, "I make it for Chase sometimes too, though he hasn't needed it much lately."

Erick bit his lip. The mental image of Fetch drinking warm milk was strangely comedic. He managed to stop himself from laughing, watching Ethel reach for a tin on the shelf and pouring a generous amount into the milk before stirring it through with a whisk.

"What's that?" Erick asked.

"Anise," Ethel said, "some anise in warm milk will put you right to sleep."

Just before the milk began boiling, she turned the stove off and poured it into a large mug, before putting it on the table before Erick. A strong, somewhat sweet scent hit him immediately, and it was...strangely already working.

"It smells nice," he said, warming his hands on the mug a bit, "thank you, Ethel."

"You're welcome, dear." Ethel said, "Now you go take that upstairs and get nice and cosy in bed. Take small sips and just go to sleep as soon as your eyes start dropping."

Erick nodded and got up, picking up the mug after pushing his chair back in, but before Ethel let him leave, she first cupped his face in her hands.

"You have a good rest now, dear." she said, "You can always come wake me up for more, okay? Don't work yourself so hard."

Erick nodded, knowing she wouldn't let him leave unless he agreed.

"Yes ma'am," he said, "thank you."

"Good." Ethel said, patting him on the chest before letting go and letting him leave, "Sleep well."

"You too, Ethel."

He headed out and went back to the apartment upstairs, the smell of anise wafting around him as he sneaked back inside. He followed Ethel's advice and got comfy in bed before trying a sip.

The added anise made the milk weirdly but nicely sweet, and he wasn't sure if it was a placebo from Ethel's claims or whether it was really that potent, but he could already feel himself finally able to relax a little. The tension dissipating with the warmth that slowly spread from his stomach with each sip.

He wasn't even really sure if he managed to finish it. All he vaguely remembered was wondering something about Ethel and witchcraft as he got more comfortable and then immediately passed out.

This turned out longer than I planned lol oops

General writing taglist: @thewhumpywitch

[steverogrers]

Freefall | Bucky Barnes x Reader | Ch. 1

The streets of New York City were incredibly unwelcoming today. The sidewalks were a bit difficult to pass through, and to make matters worse, the sky above was beginning to grow angry. Deep and dark clouds began to hover over the city, and everyone was preparing for a rather tumultuous thunderstorm. Great.

Making a sharp turn, Bucky shoved his hands further into the pockets of his jacket and dipped his head just a bit lower, attempting not to bring much attention. He was hoping the overdue haircut would further minimize the chances of anyone looking at him and recognizing him. It wasn't the civilians he was worried about, but was still trying to play it safe. With every step he took, he would scan every corner and alleyway. He was keeping a studious eye out for anyone strange, figures cloaked in black clothing, or people looking like they were obviously undercover.

His destination was no more than a block or two away, and he'd already outlined to himself how he would enter the brick building in mind. Truthfully, he could knock on the front door, but he was afraid of a few things. First, he didn't want to be tracked to that unit specifically, for fear of putting the tenant in trouble, and he didn't want to be turned away by said tenant. So, his best bet was to sneak down the alleyway and crawl his way up the fire escape ladder.

Once he reached the building, he turned into a murky alleyway. There were garbage bins and black trashbags lining the sides, and odd liquids splashed against his boots as he made his way to a particular window. He had to tilt his head all the way back to catch sight of the ladder. It was far up.

With a quiet grunt and a calculated leap, Bucky gained enough momentum to allow him to catch the bottom of the ladder with a steely grip. He held on for a second before looking over his shoulder for a mere beat to ensure that no one was nearby, and then he pulled his body weight up with little to no effort. Landing at the top without any noise, he fidgeted slightly with the outside of the small window in front of him and scoffed to himself. Good ol' New York apartments and their shitty windows. The window slid up immediately after the use of brute force, and he looked over his shoulder once more.

No one was nearby, and the angry skies above had darkened the alleyway enough that he was sure nobody would've seen his dark silhouette breaking in.

Bucky pulled his body through the small window, careful not to make a noise as he landed in what seemed to be the bedroom. He'd been here once, but it was quite long ago. The last time he was here, Steve was still alive, and Natasha, and...

Bucky shut the window behind him, trapping the cool rain outside, and turned to inspect the bedroom he'd landed in.

The bedroom was small and it smelled of vanilla and lavender, and it appeared well-loved and well-decorated. There was a full-sized bed tucked against the corner to his right, the plush duvet was folded perfectly and the sheets were tucked tightly under the corners of the bed. Of course, she would do that. He did remember her being a bit of a type-A maniac. What caught his attention was the teddy bear that was seated cutely above the bed between the mountain of pillows. It looked familiar. Next to the bed was a wooden nightstand and a quoizel lamp, which illuminated a small framed image of two women. Wanda and -

Bucky came to an abrupt mental stopping point when he heard a bit of a ruckus outside the bedroom. Taking cautious and silent steps away from the window, he passed an antique dresser and a bookcase as he approached the door of the bedroom. It was propped open just enough that he could wrap a metallic hand around the knob and pull it open, all without making a single sound. He was surprised, really, that the woman hadn't heard a thing. She's out of practice.

As Bucky entered the dimly lit hallway, the smell of food swirled through the air surrounding him, and the sound of music met his ears. No, not just music...singing...loud, terrible singing. Bucky reached the end of the hallway, and it gave him the perfect view of a small room of mismatched furniture and a rather cute kitchenette behind a velvet sofa. In it resided a woman, who donned a ripped-up oversized t-shirt and baggy pajama pants. In her hand was a glass of wine, quite obviously filled to the very brim. She moved about the kitchen area, singing at the very top of her lungs. Edith Piaf. She has good taste.

Bucky finally walked past the archway of the hallway and entered the living room, now entirely shocked that the woman hadn't felt herself being watched. Choosing not to step into the kitchen area just yet, he crossed his arms as he watched her in absolute amusement.

You had a plethora of things going on in front of you, and there were plenty of sounds to keep you occupied at all times. One pan was sizzling loudly as you browned some beef, and in one large pot pasta was boiling. Above the noises, you'd been playing some music from the television in the living room. The bottle of wine next to the sink was emptied in the last hour, and your fingers were a bit numb. Yup, definitely a good night. Truthfully, this was peace. 

And, with just enough wine in your system, your body naturally turned to singing. Of course, it did. It always did.

Et dès que je l'aperçois Alors je sens en moi Mon cœur qui bat

You didn't know jack shit about French, but you'd learned a bit of it through your time with a special group of superhumans.

Just as you were about to switch the song, you turned slightly to glance at a clock in the living room behind you and then turned your attention back to your pots and pans. Then...fear. Did you just see something? You were tipsy, sure, but there was no way you were drunk enough to be seeing shit, especially not shit that looked like ghosts. Or, an entire, large human. A very large human. An intruder. You were so out of practice.

After steeling your nerves, you turned your head once more, ready to use your wine glass to defend yourself. 

But the man watching you wasn't a ghost, nor was he a threatening intruder. Still, that didn't make this discovery of invasion of privacy any more pleasurable. 

"Bucky," You hissed, "What the fuck are you doing here? How did you get in? How long have you been standing there? Did...Did you hear me singing?"

The man seemed to fully relax once you'd clocked his presence in your home. He strode into the kitchen this time, his boots heavy beneath him, and entered into the light. This allowed you a better view of him. You'd seen his face several times in the past and had worked with him a few times, too. But, it'd been a while. His hair was short now, a bit scruffy, but short. He looked...healthier, stronger. It wasn't the short hair or different aura that caught you by surprise though.

He had a small gash running down his bottom lip, and a colorful bruise forming under his eye.

"Which question do you want me to answer first?" He offered, and you could sense that he sounded a bit guilty...no, he sounded embarrassed.

"Bucky," You started again, this time reaching for your phone to lower the volume of the music, and you situated your glass of wine on the counter, "What's happening?"

The home was engulfed in quietness, and Bucky watched you carefully. He remained silent for just a second before he spoke, "I need somewhere to stay. Took the fire escape, opened your window...which, you should figure out some security for that. And...I've been standing here long enough to know that you sing terribly."

You both stared at each other, and you squinted at him in scrutiny, "Okay, let me try again. Why did you just break into my home?"

At this, Bucky released a sigh and ran a hand through his hair before running it down his face. He leaned two hands onto the edge of the kitchen island and then grabbed your glass of wine as if he desperately needed a drink. In less than a second, the wine was chugged and gone, leaving you in bewilderment. "That was my wine."

"You don't need any more of it, and I need a drink," He sighed after the drink was gone, and he eyed you, "Hydra's after me."

Silence. Utter silence. You turned the music off completely.

Hydra...you'd thought Hydra had been taken down long ago. You were there for it. In fact, the man standing before you had broken a finger of yours the day Hydra was taken down. So, how could it be? 

Bucky watched as you went through several moments of mental gymnastics, and grew serious, "If I'm being honest, I'm confused too. I was out this morning...and was cornered. I was able to get away. But...if this is Hydra, and I'm sure it is, I don't know that I can take them on by myself. I'm tired of running...I just finished my therapy sessions and got a hold of my life. And now, they're back."

You felt bad, truly. Bucky appeared a bit distressed as he spoke, a bit angry and sad. Bucky was strong and fully capable of taking down an army of men, but if Hydra really wanted to capture him and bring him back to their control...and if the Avengers were gone, Bucky had only himself, you, and Sam, who was out in Louisiana. You could tell Bucky was desperate for shelter...and, peace.

Shelter and refuge were something you could give him, though you weren't too sure about that either. But...fighting against Hydra...there was no way you could. Those days were long gone for you. Shit, Bucky snuck into your home and you didn't even know. You were incredibly out of practice.

"Bucky...I don't know if I'm fit for this life anymore."

"I know," Bucky spoke, "I just...need a place to lay low. They've already checked this place out this morning after they lost me, so I doubt they'll come looking here again."

Bucky could sense the growing confusion as you watched him, your mouth slightly open, "What do you mean they checked this place out?"

"They've looked everywhere, probably covering their bases all over the city before expanding their search. I can't go back to my place, they're surrounding it like hawks."

"Shit..." That was really all you could say.

"I've been watching this place from afar the last few hours. They won't be coming around here again...I doubt it. I could stay holed up here for a few days until they're out of the city."

You stared at Bucky, hard. And, he stared back. You could see the cogs working in his brain, and you were sure he could see yours. Technically speaking, he could stay holed up on your couch for a few days, and that wouldn't really interfere with your day-to-day schedule. Plus, having him here might be helpful should Hydra choose to revisit the premises. Knowing them, that wasn't so far-fetched of an idea.

But, offering Bucky refuge would most definitely bring you into the fight, whether you liked it or not.

"You have a staring problem," Bucky grumbled, squinting his silvery eyes at you.

"You have a staring problem," You responded, shaking your head and throwing your head back with a dramatic sigh, "Fine...you can stay. Just...try not to make a mess, please? Last time I lived with a man it was horrendous."

At this, Bucky couldn't help the small smile that crawled onto his face. It was apologetic, but it was one of relief too.

"Thank you," Bucky started, leaning forward on the counter on his elbows, dropping his head into his hands, "I'll be outta your hair in a few days. Tops."

Bucky was what you considered a co-worker, and now a co-worker who you were housing. He was always kind, though a bit stand-offish, but you could tell that he'd grown in character. He was obviously more confident when speaking to you, and was more confident in himself. But, that didn't change the fact that now, just by him standing in your kitchen, you were in imminent danger. But, Steve trusted him, and so did you.

"If they come around here," You spoke up in the silence, crossing your arms over your chest and observing him as he looked up at you, "You know that means I'll have to-"

"I won't let it happen," Bucky shook his head and spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, "No one knows I'm here, and unless someone gets wind that I might be here, you are completely safe...So, let's keep this quiet."

You watched him carefully, watching for an inch of doubt in his eyes. There was nothing. He was sure and absolute. So, you nodded and spoke softly, "If you're gonna stay, you should go shower. I can smell you from here."

Bucky shot you a short glare and nodded. He was quiet for a second, observing you as you went back to the meal you were preparing, albeit a bit frazzled now, and then he spoke up again, "Do you have another one of those?"

You looked over at him and noticed he was nodding to the t-shirt you were wearing. It was large on you, so it would fit him well.

"My drawer, pull whatever you need. I might actually have some sweats somewhere in there from my dad."

Bucky nodded and shot you a quick thank you before pushing away from the kitchen island and heading back to your bedroom. Now more relaxed that he didn't have to be silent and undetected, he opened the bedroom door and walked towards your dresser. It was a bit odd, going through a woman's dresser, but Bucky wasn't one to overthink formalities. He needed a shower and clothing. And, food.

He opened the first drawer.

Bras, underwear, socks.

He closed it quickly.

The second drawer was filled with books, notebooks, pencils, knickknacks, and...was that a -

He closed it faster than the first one, and his jaw tightened in slight embarrassment at what he'd seen. This is why he should've just asked you to fish the clothing for him.

Moving on.

He opened the final drawer and was relieved to find a plentiful amount of clothing, all folded neatly. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh!" He heard a shriek from the kitchen, and could hear your feet trample over the wooden floors of your apartment as you made a sprinted bee-line to your bedroom, "Don't open the seco-"

"Too late," He glared at you, watching as your face grew shameful, "I don't wanna talk about it."

"Oops."

(This is also posted on AO3. https://archiveofourown.org/works/48446233/chapters/122198179)