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wolfpackmuses · 6 months ago
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So. I finally figured out how to make a promo with gifs being used in it! With that in mind, I'm going to continue along with getting stuff for the new Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel Side Blog.
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alackofghosts · 10 months ago
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also (as i'm making msq progress) i gotta say. heritage found and s9 give me the biggest swtor nostalgias (aesthetically speaking)
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sonknuxadow · 2 years ago
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it's so wild to me that people talk like sonic and knuckles just now started acting gay in frontiers or that the sonknux ship only exists because of frontiers theyve been gay this whole TIME you just refused to admit it until now
#where were you when knuckles was caught staring at the moon thinking about sonic HMMMMM#ok actually. and id like to preface what im about to say with the fact that#while my feelings on it and the way the fandom acts about it are complicated i DO like sonadow#and im not trying to argue over which ship is better here thats not the point im trying to make#but anyways now that im thinking about it i think people only acknowledging how gay sonic and knuckles are in 2022#has something to do with shadow not being in frontiers#because. its a fact that sonic and shadow are like the default gay pairing for sonic and they tend to overshadow sonic and knuckles#moments between sonic and shadow always get a much bigger reaction than ones between sonic and knuckles#and a lot of the other media with sonknux moments also had shadow in them#so no matter how gay sonic and knuckles are people Always choose to focus on sonic and shadow instead#sonic could do the exact same things with both of them and people would only care when its shadow#i know because its happened before#people also tend to take certain themes and dynamics from sonic and knuckles relationship and apply them to sonic and shadow instead#even if it doesnt make sense and theyre just making stuff up#or they make shadow act like knuckles to make the dynamic appeal to them more instead of just. liking sonknux instead#sometimes people even go as far as taking onscreen moments that are obviously about sonic and knuckles#and try to make them about sonic and shadow instead (example: the i love captains scene in sonic prime)#sonic and knuckles still go ignored even if whatever media that's being talked about has sonic interact with knuckles MORE than shadow#and none of sonics interactions with shadow could reasonably be interpreted in a romantic way#(again like season 1 of sonic prime . there were like 500 sonadow posts when they barely even interacted)#basically where im going with this is that shadow not being in frontiers#possibly forced people to actually think about sonic and knuckles because shadow wasnt there to distract them#AGAIN not trying to argue about which pairing is better this is just a pattern of behavior i have noticed
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drinkingdeadpeopletea · 1 year ago
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i think what's really getting me about kozma claiming to have blown up the moon and also claiming to "be" the breach and basically equating "breach collaborators" and "my allies" in the same speech is that. the breach operative we've known since season one, the person who "is" the breach as far the story's concerned, is saskia. and midst is saskia's HOME! she built the black candle with her own two hands (metaphorically, at the very least), she LOVES it there and she loves those people :( and if we take kozma's story at face value, she just threw the "centerpoint" (according to imelda) of her own operation entirely under the bus and endangered the lives not only of innocent people but also of a bunch of her own operatives without their knowledge just to destabilize the trust and frankly that makes me kind of hope she IS telling the truth simply because that's the kind of betrayal i find absolutely delicious,
#midst spoilers#midst#midst podcast#i DO think she's probably bluffing about all or most of it. i bet she was collaborating with the breach but not as closely or with as much#authority as she just claimed and i no longer think she blew up the moon#but MAN those claims leave a nasty taste in my mouth for the exact reasons outlined above.#and it certainly COULD make sense! it's a smart move to encourage/fund/organize an insurrectionary movement within your political rival!#and easy to sacrifice them--especially when it's not even all of them and you've got bigger plans now--to make an even bolder move!#she's a collector! she can move her pieces around the board!#and the scheming of it all only makes her threats have more credibility to the upper trustees she's threatening#except of course that hieronymous is sitting right there having the full perspective & caring about the breach and about saskia specificall#just one more crazy layer to what must have been going through his head during that dinner#frankly. WEEPE has the full perspective too although whether he cares about any of it remains to be seen#i do think kozma is probably going to get killed by the trust/weepe pretty quickly here. but i would LIKE for saskia to get to confront her#if kozma IS telling the truth#it's nuts even WITHOUT the breach component considering she OWNED midst until literally last week. ma'am those were YOUR people.#like to be very clear blowing up that moon was a callous and fucked up thing to do regardless of personal connection. whoever did it.#but the closer the relationship gets the crazier it feels as a thing to do or to claim to have done#i just think saskia deserves revenge or justice on SOMEONE for her home being used as a piece in this stupid game...
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deathstroke-the-himbonator · 8 months ago
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10,750 words, I am absolutely fucking insane, wtf
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secret--history · 9 months ago
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the whole 'there are not very many Great Causes worth fighting for these days' from Julian scanned as WAY more out of touch than the moon landing thing for me the first time i read tsh
#like to the point of it being actively jarring when i got to him saying that#the secret history#'they landed on the moon??' well okay i guess it's not really their area#and they've been really out of touch with the news since it's also not really their area + they've been#off to the woods/a country house/etc and getting very drunk and killing deer and also people#i don't remember the exact dates re the moonlanding + the events of the book but like.#Sure. that's probably fair or at least kind of understandable#that could Feasably Happen On Accident at least#but julians like 'there isn't much worth fighting for these days' and um.#if you pay attention to literally anything happening in the world at any given moment at all. ever.#....what? literally what do you mean by this?#there have always been So So many Great Causes that people are dying for all the time constantly forever#and even if you've somehow managed to comoletely block out literally every piece of news/political development/etc#that's not really a reason to assume there Aren't. that's a reason to go like. well if there are any Great Causes left today then#I don't know about them. and even if we assume he's defining what makes a cause worth fighting for by classical values#and saying that that means for example that he wouldn't necessarily think of say the civil rights movement or liberatory movements etc#as fitting (which i think is also probably debatable- it comes to mind that the athenians valued (their own) freedom. political engagement#was valued but only the right kind from the right people. etc. what i'm saying is that#no i don't think they actually fit what julian would be thinking of as the classical mind's* idea of a great cause worth dying for#but also you could debate that/frame things differently/etc (*presumably there is a more particular subset of the population he has in mind#than just 'classical' or 'greek' in actuality. like. specifically those from whom we having writing/would have citizenship/etc.))#i'm certain there are plenty of arguments to be made. like plenty of people are fighting for various countries#it's not like wars or empires have stopped existing or other myriad conflicts have stopped existing#also in typing this i've realised he was maybe forshadowing henry's death#and now i need to go look up the exact quote and make another post i guess.#(also disclaimer that i'm aware i've phrased a lot of this clumsily. it is midnight these are the tags of a tumblr post and i am not sober.)#anyway to rephrase my initial point i just think with the moon landing thing that's One major event you missed.#if you're saying that there are No Great Causes Worth Fighting/Dying For (with the understanding that you think those are a thing#that can exist) then i think maybe you managed to skip out on hearing about significantly more#than just the one major event. that's much harder to manage i would think
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skhardwarevers1 · 1 year ago
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spent two hours studying and I’m STILL thinking about Cassie
#For a lot of reasons…like it’s interesting to know that she knew (and was married to!!)the person who kinda fucked up a lot of peoples lives#And also I’m just thinking like how’d they meet#Like Koeia always has been a science girly and I love her for that.#But how’d you end up with like the most superstitious definitely believes in the supernatural paranormal girl to ever exist#(And technically she is justified in believing that since some of it IS true…but some of it isn’t or are misconceptions)#(Which once she does find out more about she thinks is really cool. She would dedicate herself to studying these things I swear)#Like Koeia you literally created Moon and you married someone who believes In horoscopes#(Nothing wrong with that really…I just think they’re kinda stupid if you whole heartedly believe and follow horoscopes and astrology)#(Like you won’t hang out with people because of their signs kinda astrology crazy)#(Cassie is very mild with it like she’s THE girl to go too for that type of stuff cuz she knows a lot but doesn’t follow it like a religion#(Like I said she doesn’t follow anything in specific she just does things)#Anyways I feel like at some point everyone who knew them was like “you’re telling me they’re getting married??? Those two???”#Cuz they’re completely different!!! Like not even beliefs and morals wise personality wise too#Idk it’s crazy to me that like. They worked out so well for so long. Like I wanna say probably around 20 years?#I don’t ever confirm exact ages of my characters ever so I’m just estimating based on an age range I think they are now#And an age range I think they were when they got married#S.K brain dumps
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designerpvssy · 3 months ago
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"I deserve it more" -ryomen.s♡
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Tw¡; Jealous!sukuna, co-workers, smut/no plot, cheating (reader is married), oral (fem receiving), office sex, piv sex, doggystyle, choking, spanking, slight dacryphila, pet names, mdni.
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It was no secret really, sukuna was one of the most notorious green eyed monsters there was, always thinking he deserved the things everyone else rightfully earned and more, his eyes narrowing every time he hears some good news about anyone else in the workplace that wasn't him, "I should've had that promotion, they didn't do shit to deserve it", he'd think to himself as he huffs and leans back against his chair in his office.
But if there was anything else that made him more bitter than plain black coffee, It was seeing you walk into the office everyday, wearing that short pencil skirt that damn near violates the company guidelines, a few buttons of your blouse always unbuttoned to expose a glimpse of your bra and cleavage. shit, he wants you, he could have you..
Only if it weren't for that fucking husband of yours, a scowl spreading across his face every time he catches even a glimpse of the man, He didn't deserve you, he could tell you guys weren't all happy and 'power-couple' as you guys tried to act, but if you were with him? Oh, you'd be over the moon. fucking. spoiled. rotten.
He would lavish you and treat you like a queen, Not treat you like someone who will just wear you on their arm like some prize (your husband *cough*), you deserved better just like sukuna deserved you.
And surely within time he'd get what he deserved, he just needs to slither his way into your heart like he did everything else, Lavish you with small things at first, Like bringing you your exact coffee order every morning, Giving you small subtle flirty compliments, Making a point to always acknowledge you, 'Consoling' you when you finally broke and poured out your anguish about your broken marriage,"he's always fucking his secretaries, ryo!"
ah, poor girl, if it were him, he'd be making you cry for numerous different reasons but not because he was being a shitty husband.
So of course, in his attempt to comfort you, here you were, bent over his desk, skirt hiked up, panties tossed carelessly aside on the floor, biting down on your bottom lip to desperately stifle your moans and sobs as sukuna's tongue delved into your walls, his thumbs pulling your lips apart to delve even deeper, making you gasp out with a shaky whine.
You know you should feel bad, you really do, but how could you when his tongue was drinking you up so good??
Your eyes nearly going cross eyed as his tongue hits a certain spot, moving one of his thumbs to rub your little clit which is all it takes you to soak his face in your fluids, groaning out shakily and whimpering as your legs tremble beneath you, feeling your walls clench and spasm as you experience an orgasm like never before, (not like your husband made you cum anyways)
You whimper out shakily as his hand suddenly connects to your ass in a stinging slap, squirming under the lingering pain.
"damn, princess, already?", He snickers as he stands up behind you, beginning to unbuckle his slacks with one hand while rubbing his thumb against your entrance with the other, making you whine out in anticipation.
"c-can't you just put it in?", he scoffs at your impatience, Married but you're eager like a little whore, he doesn't blame you though- he knows you're probably not getting what you need at home, And since he knows that, he'll skip further prepping you since you're just soo eager.
And now you're really regretting being impatient as he bullies the blunt head of his cock into your sopping wet cunt, choking on a gasp at the stretch as he presses in further, feeling a slight burn in your walls from his girthy cock.
"fuck, you're so tight, baby", he pants out against your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin to mark what's his as he absolutely wrecks you from behind,"you must've not been getting dicked down probably, huh?" You can't answer except with a shaky sob with how his cock repeatedly hits the deepest depths of your cunt, but he doesn't like that, he wants to hear you say it.
smack, "answer me, I fuck you better don't I?", he punctuates with yet another smack to your ass, quickening his thrusts, "y-yes! fuckk, ryo! t-t-too much!!", you managed to sob out, your mascara running down your cheeks in streaks with your tears as you desperately hold onto the desk as you feel your legs threaten to buckle underneath you.
Sukuna hooks an arm underneath you to support you while also rubbing your clit with his fingers, moving his free hand to wrap around your throat and pull your head back so that he could get a clear view of your fucked out expression, a slight smirk pulling at his lips at the sight of your tears, "you look better crying for me, y'know that?"
He says with a particularly hard thrust that has your eyes rolling back with a gutteral groan, feeling your core snap in that split second, He was really making you cum back-to-back like it was nothing.
A groan leaves him as he feels you milking his cock, his hand reflexively tightening around your throat as he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to will himself not to cum yet but with the way your sensitive cunt is spasming around him, he knows there's no way he'll last any longer in this peace of heaven.
He pulls out last second, pulling you to your knees just as strings of cum shoot from his dick, splattering all over your pretty face as you stare up at him with those teary doe eyes, Licking some of his cum from your lips before leaning forward to lick the remnant bead of cum from his tip, "why.. didn't you just do it inside?"
He shudders a groan at your words, leaning down and grabbing your jaw, "because when I do, you'll be mine, you won't be with that excuse of a husband", biting your lip, you give a nod before letting out a little gasp, muffled against his lips as he takes your lips in a rough kiss, "by then, I'll have what I rightfully deserve"
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💗Skyy's notes xoxo: hello again!! This was ALOT longer than I hoped, I still enjoyed it!! And this is another special for the "ten desires" even by thee one nd only @merakidoll 😘
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vrystalius · 7 months ago
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Hello! How was your weekend? I hope you enjoyed it. Anyway, can I have the upper moon trio (Kokushibo, Douma and Akaza) plus Muzan reacting to having a girlfriend that’s just like or similar to Mitsuri? If it isn’t too much that is.
Upper Moon trio + Muzan having a Mitsuri-like S/O
Bubbly, energetic, sweet and strong— how will the Upper Moon trio and their king react to having such an adorable S/O?
Pairing: Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Muzan x gn!human!reader
Kokushibo
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He is slightly perplexed by your sunshine-like personality since it differs so greatly from his, and yet, Kokushibo found himself falling head over heels for you for that exact reason. You express your emotions so freely and openly wich makes reading your thoughts so simple. One glance at your flustered face and he immediately knows what is going on in that pretty mind of yours. Your cheerful and bubbly nature counters his silent and cold demeanour, wich is stirring a protector instinct in him.
Holding you on his lap while you speak about as festival you visited and the different snacks you got to try out, Kokushibo quietly worries about how your stomach must be either about to implode or your organs about to shut down on you by the sheer amount of food you are able to eat in one sitting.
Also, whenever you compliment, coo or admire him, Upper Moon One feels like he could confront Yorichii in a fistfight and easily win. Your praises pride him immensely, even if the only visible reaction on him to your praise could be a microscopic smile or his eyes slightly softening. Although your cooing and fussing over him makes him want to curl up in your lap and let you coddle and cradle him for the whole day and night. Even the strongest samurai sometimes need to be loved properly every now and then.
“You are a very odd human. I like it.”
Douma
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He absolutely loves your personality! You greatly amuse him with how easily you get flustered and how sweet you are to anything and everyone, unaware of some people’s intentions. Your naivety and innocence is a factor on how Douma fell for you. He thought about how he should charm you, but you simply smiling and batting your lashes cutely at him blanks his mind and he immediately forgets everything he wanted to say to you.
Your strength also greatly impresses him. Although he’s an Upper Moon, Upper Two nonetheless, you can still easily pin him down or do some emotional damage by rejecting his pleads for a cuddle or kiss, even though Douma kind of holds back during play-fights so you can feel even stronger and more confident. Anything to make his little lotus happier!
Sometimes Douma gets too annoyed or tired to keep his mask of emotions on for longer, so he retreats to his private chambers and recharges by having you shower him in affection. “Love transfer” or “Energy transfer” he calls it. With every kiss you plant on his face and lips, his smile keeps growing and growing, until Douma is finally satisfied.
“You’re so adorable, I could eat you right up! No, not literally— unless you’re into that?”
Akaza
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First and foremost, Akaza admires your strength and durability, although you do get scared and intimidated easily. He just has to flex his arms a little and you already get discouraged to keep your playfight or training going. Outside of training though, he does get embarrassed when you squish his soft muscle and keep complimenting on his build. Whenever you worry about how could he must be getting due to his barely-covering clothes and his icy blood demon art, Akaza gets extremely flustered and shy about how you seem to care to much about his health, although demons cannot get sick. As far as he knows.
Your bubbly personality confuses him. How can anyone can be this naive and happy? Akaza wonders how you managed to survive in this cruel world on your own, despite knowing you can give out some good ass-kicking. He just thinks that you’re too trusting and good for your own good, especially since you fell for a demon like him. He doesn’t deserve your kindness and love at all but is eternally thankful for it anyway.
Another thing Akaza really loves to do is to watch you eat. It’s comforting to him to share such a human activity with you, even if he himself can’t participate (he tried once before, he got a really horrible stomach ache from just one bite and you had to hold him for the rest of the night), he likes bringing you massive amounts of snacks from all over Japan and sit next to you while you try them all out and describe the flavours to him. He sits there and listens to your animated explanations with a smile.
“How can you be so… soft? You’re too sweet for your own good, do you know that?”
Muzan Kibutsuji
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You were quite easy to persuade into marriage it was almost sad to him. Although you are a fragile and rather pathetic human, Muzan found himself falling more and more for your bubbly and sweet nature. You’re incredibly caring, something he usually thinks of as a weakness and way to get extorted by others like him, and it makes him feel at ease whenever you talk to him about literally anything.
Usually he’d shoo his previous wives away or simply execute them when they get too annoying, but with you, Muzan wants to have you near him at all times. He even revealed his demon nature to you and you accepted him with a smile. A nervous smile, but a smile nonetheless.
He likes playing with your emotions in order to get a certain reaction out of you. Muzan’ll bring you beautiful flowers and shower you in the most thoughtful compliments just to see you blush and cover your face in embarrassment. It’s funny to him how easily you get embarrassed by him simply pointing out the obvious: that you are the most perfect being that was blessed to walk the earth at the same time as he did. For once in his life, Muzan thanked the gods for something that was gifted upon him.
Muzan barely shows it, but he does really appreciate the amount of warmness and energy you brought into his life. Surprisingly, with you around, he is much more merciful. Barely targeting and punishing Akaza for failing to murder a random child, more patience for Douma’s antics and Daki’s whining. He does demand some kind of reward for it afterwards.
“Must you always be so cheerful?— It’s distracting.”
(Despite his harsh tone, Muzan is trying to save his imagine of being cold and harsh. Don’t be confused, please continue be as cheerful as you like. It’s like an antidepressant for him.)
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I missed writing for my favourite demons </3 I hoped you enjoyed this one! I’m sorry that it took so long :,) I had a lot of fun writing this since I really love Mitsuri and am planning on cosplaying her after Douma!! I hoped I incorporated her traits well.
Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <3
Take care of yourselves!!
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lieslab · 3 months ago
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Where's my love? Pt. 2
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꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎ ꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎
Pairing: Chan X afab reader
Summary: After reuniting with your boyfriend and making amends, your daughter has a variety of new people to meet.
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 3.5K
~ Part 1 ~
A/N: A lot of you asked for more, so here we are. There's a little angst here, but mostly lots and lots of fluff. Will there be a part three? Probably not. There was never meant to be a part two, but you all begged and flooded the comments of the first part, so hopefully this fulfills all your desires for a second part <3
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“You weren’t lying, you really kept your apartment looking the exact same.” 
“Of course, I kept it looking the same. I wanted you to come back home. You lived here for so long, I couldn’t bother changing it.” 
Four years, seven months, and two days; nearly a thousand and seven-hundred days. The sun rose and the moon followed from a steady distance. Always yearning, always hoping, but never following and holding. 
You followed behind Chan, walking into his apartment, with your daughter sleeping soundlessly in your arms. Her head tucked safely in the crook of your arm. He offered to carry her, but you didn’t want to give her up. Still unsure of the situation and how he felt about you, an awkwardness slipped between the two of you. 
Odette refused to let go of Chan back at the grocery store. Even when the two of you headed to the checkout, she clung to him like a koala. Wolf Chan pressed between her arm and Chan’s chest. Utterly smitten with Chan’s presence, he couldn’t even put her down to pay for his groceries. 
When he pulled out his wallet and fumbled for his debit card, you had to reach out and assist. When you parted ways in the parking lot, promising to head back to his place and follow him, she screamed at the top of her lungs when you pulled her away. 
Shiny crocodile tears, a wiggling bottom lip, and outstretched hands. Kicking snow boots and ripping off her hat in the process. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! I wanna stay with Daddy!” 
In her car seat, she screamed louder. Odette barely threw tantrums like that. The last tantrum resulted because you wouldn’t allow her to climb into the oven to watch the cupcakes bake. You tried your best to describe the heat and how dangerous the oven was. She insisted she was cold and needed to watch them rise from inside. 
After pulling her away from trying to jerk open the oven’s door, her tears stopped when you turned on the oven light. For minutes, you sat in front of the oven with her on your lap. She asked question-after-question about the cupcakes and you patiently answered all of them. 
In the car, buckled into her car seat, her legs kicked wildly. She shrieked as you shut the door. Tugging at the harness, squirming in her coat, and trying to free herself from the temporary prison you placed her in. Chan stared in disbelief and all you could do was offer a distressed apology. He nodded, hating to get in his car and drive off, worrying about Odette, but he trusted you’d follow him. 
To his relief, you did. Deep down, you’d never live down the regret of leaving. You owed him something and gave him nothing when you left. Not a good-bye. Not a real reason. Nothing, but the phantom of your shadow and the sound of his own beating hollowed heart. 
“Is she okay sleeping on the couch or-” 
“The couch is okay.” You kicked off your shoes and followed him through the entryway. Inside his apartment, all the memories flooded back. The taste of home cooked breakfast and laughter that bounced off the walls late in the evening. 
In the living room, you slowly placed a sleeping Odette down on the suede gray couch. You worked as carefully as you could, slowly unzipping her coat, and gently working her arms out of it. You didn’t want her to overheat in the warmth of Chan’s apartment. 
When you finished, you neatly folded it and placed it beside you. You wiggled off her boots and stood up, catching another glance of Chan in the process. Your eyes met his and before you could place the shoes back with your own, he squeezed you in a tight hug. 
“God, I missed you so much.” His arms wrapped around your back. You still smelled like you. Something sweet and fresh. Maybe it was your shampoo, or perhaps you just naturally smelled that way. Whatever it was, he missed it. 
The sheets lost your scent a few days after you left. It faded away and replaced itself with his. It didn’t mean he didn’t try to find it. You left behind your perfume, leaving him with only the temporary scent of you. Too many times, he sprayed his pillow with it. Burying his head into the fabric, cradling it to his body, praying it’d one day be you. 
“I’m sorry. It’s not enough, but for what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” Tears pushed into your own eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, really, I didn’t.” 
“I would have helped you with everything.” 
“I didn’t want you to have to make that choice. I didn’t want to put you in a position. You said you wanted to make music for a long time, so I left. I didn’t want to be the reason you gave up your passion, I couldn’t have.” 
“But I love you.” 
Your head shook and you weakly laughed. “That doesn’t matter, Chan. Once you put your mind to something, you go all in. You would have given up everything to help out with a newborn. We weren’t married. We weren’t anything, besides two people head over heels for each other.” 
You didn’t get a chance to put the shoes away. He grabbed your face, almost a little too desperately. His lips hit yours without a second thought. The fireworks disappeared a long time ago. The butterflies grew extinct, but with one kiss, they reappeared; monarchs flying back home in steady swarms after a cold winter. 
When he pulled away, you didn’t let him get far. Instead, you reached out with your free hand. Grabbing the front of his coat and yanking his lips back to yours. The words didn’t have to be said out loud. 
You still loved him and he still craved you. You might have left, but the intimacy never died. The love had been placed on pause, but it marched onward. Someone hit play on a frozen movie. A glitch took you a few years into the future. You both looked a little older, but the love remained as timeless as ever. 
You dropped Odette’s boots. Too caught up in the moment, you grabbed him with your other hand. Your fingers curled around the back of his neck. Bodies pressed so close, every heart beat from him condensed with your own. 
Personal space didn’t exist. Your lips mended together, as if you just kissed last night. Long and passionate. Your bodies each spoke in ways that your words couldn’t. You’d never be able to describe just how much you missed him. Not fully. 
Laying in a hospital room, giving birth entirely alone. The only visitors you gained were nurses and your doctor. When they placed Odette on your chest, tears welled in your eyes. Instead of love and support, all you felt was a nagging ache. Chan’s phantom stood at the edge of the bed, taking it all in. 
You nearly broke down then. His number was in your phone. All you had to do was unblock it and hit the call button. He’d do anything for you. Drop it all. Come running in, holding your hand, and promising you’d be okay, but you couldn’t. You refused to destroy everything he built. 
He worked so hard, you told him time and time again. You meant every bit of it. When you held him during his rough moments and coaxed the truth from him about his problems, he never felt like a burden to you. You wanted to unravel the tangled knots in his brain. Make him understand the way you saw him. 
Not someone imperfect and riddled with flaws, but someone full of burning passion and exploding with love. Finding strength in every little thing. You wanted to make him as happy as he made you. 
And then you left. 
To say you hurt him, it was an understatement. You didn’t just hurt him, you rocked his world. He never went out and tried to find love again. He didn’t do it and he couldn’t. How could he? The only person he loved so deeply, you left him without a good-bye. 
Ghosted. Gone. Good-bye. You didn’t just hurt his heart, you cut it out and ripped it from his chest. Wandering away, you took his heart with you. You didn’t bother returning it until now. 
When you pulled away, he hugged you tighter, not wanting to let go and risk you leaving again. “Please,” he whispered. “Please, don’t leave me again. Let me help you with all of this. I want to be part of her life, too.” 
“I don’t want you to give up everything, Chan.” 
“Do you still love me?” 
“It’s not fair for you to ask me that.” 
“But do you?” He leaned back, cupping your cheeks, eager for your response. His own tears wet his eyes. 
“Of course, I still love you, you idiot. I never stopped loving you. I left because I loved you. I know I hurt you, but I thought it was the right thing.” 
“Then come back and make it better. I still love you, too.” He chuckled and followed it with a sniffle. Reaching up, to wipe away a few falling tears. “Stay with me and we’ll make it work.” 
“I don’t wanna fuck this up. If I agree, I don’t want to leave. She really deeply loves you.��� You glanced over, taking your attention back to your daughter. “If we’re going to do this, you have to mean it. I can’t introduce the two of you properly and have you leave. I can handle that, but she can’t. She’s just a kid, Chan.” 
“How old is she?” 
“She’ll be four in a few months.” 
“Four? It’s been that long? Oh god.” 
“Do you know what her birthday wish is?” 
“What?” 
“She wanted to meet you and her uncles.” 
His face softened instantly. “Really? That’s all she wanted?” 
“Yes. I tried to interest her in something else, but that’s all she demanded. She’s very chatty and incredibly demanding.” 
“She didn’t get that trait from me.” 
“Yeah, yeah, sure, Chan.” 
He chuckled and glanced back towards your daughter. “I think that birthday present will come sooner rather than later.” 
“You should probably tell the guys you have a daughter before you appear with her.” 
“Or maybe not. What’s the worst that can happen?” 
~ ~ ~ 
The next afternoon, you thought you might throw up. You trusted Chan’s band members, at least, you thought you did. After Chan asked if he could bring the two of you into the JYP building to meet the guys, you agreed. 
Now that you were actually walking through the halls, you were starting to regret your decision. These halls used to feel familiar, but it’d been so long, your heart twisted in turmoil. In front of you, Odette’s little snow boots stomped heavily along the ground. Last night, multiple inches of snow let loose. 
One tiny hand in Chan’s and the other wrapped around Wolf Chan’s arm, she followed Chan through the long hall. “Okay, Wolf Channie, we gotta behave now. We’re gonna meet my uncles.” Her dark eyes went down and back up to the distant hall. 
Chan’s heart melted and he glanced back at you with a dimpled grin. You returned his smile and kept a steady pace behind the pair. Odette never went anywhere without it and to the company building meant no different. 
“Odette, what are you going to say to the guys?” Chan asked. “Hello, Uncles! I’m Odette Berry Bang!” Her little arm shot forward and her plushie fell to the ground. He bounced once and stopped moving. “Uh-ohs.” Her body jerked down to pick him up, causing Chan to stop. 
“Oh no. Did you drop him?” 
“Only once.” 
“Is he okay?” 
She pulled her other arm away from Chan’s hand and wiped the back of her hand over his head. After she finished, her lips pursed out. A loud ‘mwah’ echoed throughout the hall and she tucked him beneath her armpit. Reaching back up for Chan’s hand, she grabbed one of his fingers and tugged. “All better. Let’s go.” 
He feared he’d explode from her charm. The dimples indented into the sides of her tiny rounded cheeks. The way she waddled in her heavy winter boots, rambling so happily. It made his heart soar with excitement and happiness. 
After walking a little further, Chan stopped. “Are you tired? Do you want me to carry you?” 
“No, Daddy. We go, go, go. Come on!” She led him forward, not sure where to go, but assuming it led to wherever her uncles awaited. 
A squeaky laugh fell from his lips and he continued to follow behind her. A few more wooden doors passed until they reached the right one. Your nerves grew, but you had a little faith. The guys couldn’t be too mad, right? Not when a kid would be there with them. 
“Woah, sweetheart, it’s this one.” Chan slowly steered the pair to the direction of the door. “Do you want to knock?” 
She reached up with a flat hand, hitting the door a few times. “Hello, Uncles! It’s me! Open, open!” 
You shoved a hand over your mouth, trying not to laugh. Chan chuckled, reached up, and pushed the door open. In the dance practice room, the guys were all sprawled out. Not sure what awaited them, Chan texted them and asked them to gather in the specific room for a surprise. 
A few glanced up when the door opened. Odette took off, letting go of Chan’s hand, and rushing to the center of the room. “Hello, Uncles! I’m Odettie Berry Bang!” 
Minho blinked a few times, taking in the kid a few feet away from him. His head instantly turned to Chan. “Is this a joke? We’re babysitting some random kid?” 
“No random! I’m Odettie Berry Bang! I’m fiove!” She held up two hands, showing off all ten fingers. 
Seungmin’s eyes squinted her way. “Hmm. You don’t look five. Aren’t you a little too short to be five?” 
She huffed, stomped her foot, and attempted to cross her arms over the Wolf Chan plush. “Bad puppy.” 
“Excuse me?”
Bang Chan burst into another fit of loud laughter, causing Felix to slap a hand over his mouth. Grins appeared around the room. Jeongin spoke up in the distance. “That’s right, bad puppy. Channie hyung, who is this? Seriously?” 
He glanced behind him. You stood outside the door, hidden behind the wall. He raised an eyebrow and you sighed and nodded. He shifted, allowing you to walk into the room. Eyes went wide at your sudden appearance. 
“Holy sh-!” 
“Oh my god!” 
“You’re back!” 
“YOU BRED WITH BANG CHAN? EW! HE’S OLD!” 
“Bad puppy.” Odette called out again. She picked up her plushie and chucked it, letting it bounce off Seungmin’s head. It bounced off and fell onto the floor, causing him to huff, and glare once more. 
Before you could respond, Changbin rushed over and scooped you up. “We missed you! Who is this? Is she really five?” The questions came out in rapid fire, but you couldn’t speak. Not with all the pressure squeezing your lungs. 
“Bin, you’re gonna hurt-” 
“Sorry, sorry. I got really excited. Odettie Berry Bang?” He spun around, dropping to his knees. “Are you really five?” 
She giggled and shook her head. Tendrils of black hair swished in every direction. “No, silly. I prank Uncles! I’m this many.” 
Changbin took his time slowly counting her fingers. “One, two, three. You’re three?” 
“And a half!” 
He beamed. “Wow! That’s so cool!” 
Han shifted and crawled closer on his hands and knees. “You look just like Chan.” 
“He’s Daddy to you.” 
“Okay, well, you look like your Daddy. You’re sassy like him, too.” Han nodded, agreeing with his own words. 
“Yep! You better listen or I-” 
“Shiver me timbers,” Felix whispered. Her eyes widened and her face fell. “Uh-oh. Did I make her upset or-” 
She screeched and rushed over with stubby legs. With barely any time to react, Felix reached out quickly to steady her as she clung to him. “Woah, there. Be careful, or you’ll fall.” 
“You’ve got me!” 
“You’re right, I do.” He reached up and gently patted her back. “It’s nice to meet you.” 
“Yep, yep, yep.” 
“Hyunjin?” Chan glanced to the other side of the practice room. “Are you okay? You look a little pale.” 
“You look like you saw a ghost,” Minho added. 
He waved them off. “Yeah, I’m just…” He shut his eyes and rubbed his face. “I can’t believe we’re uncles. I mean I figured it’d happen someday, but… wow.” 
“Surprised?” Odette’s tiny face popped up over Felix’s shoulders. “I pranked?” 
“You are very much a surprise.” He slumped to the floor, so she could visit him if she wanted to. “What do three and a half year olds like?” 
“Dinosaurs! Rawr!” Small fingers curled into raptor claws. She leaned forward, trying to lunge over Felix’s shoulder, but he grabbed her a little tighter. 
“Easy there, girl. You’re going to scare the rest of your uncles.” 
“Sorry, Uncles. I go back to Odettie Berry.” 
“Good choice.” 
Felix patted her back and let her go. She wandered through the maze of the guys, observing each of them up close. When she got to Minho, she paused and hesitated. Her feet shuffled in the direction of Chan. 
“Daddy?” 
“Yes, sweetheart?” 
“Is Uncle Minho going to air fry me?” 
“Only if you think Uncle Hyunjin is better than me.” 
Her eyes widened and her head shook. She spun back around to face him, hurried over, and hugged him. You and Chan couldn’t even be mad. The devious joy that lit up Minho’s face, it was hard to hate. 
“That’s rude. Miss Odette, I wouldn’t put you in the air fryer because I’m not a mean uncle.” Hyunjin pouted and sprawled back on the floor. 
In the distance, Jeongin crawled forward. He peeked over Minho’s shoulder with a shy smile. “She’s so cute. She reminds me of my little brother when he was younger.” 
“Uncle had a brother?” She stumbled back from Minho to place her attention on Jeongin. 
“Uncle Jeongin has two brothers.” He leaned forward and held up two fingers.
“Daddy?” 
“Yes, Odette?” 
“When is Mommy going to make me a brother?” 
That sent the guys roaring with laughter. Han and Hyunjin laughed the loudest. Seungmin’s hand found his stomach and he pointed to the two of you. Both of your faces turned bright red. 
“Um, well…” 
“When the time is right, maybe.” You finally uttered. “But we have you and really love you.” 
“Aw, man.” 
“Odette, do you want a little brother?” Seungmin took his attention back to the young girl. “Want to have someone to play with?” 
“I wanna boss him around like Daddy bosses around the uncles.” 
Another wave of laughter fell over the room. Changbin’s hands covered his face, each syllable of laughter came out louder than the previous. Chan playfully rolled his eyes and you shook your head. “Maybe in the future, honey.” 
“Aw, man.” She frowned with a sigh. She plopped on the ground, not thrilled about the news. 
“I don’t think it’s so bad. In the meantime, you have your uncles and we’ll be happy to play with you.” Felix squirmed over, plopping down next to her. “You can boss us around.” 
“Oh, speak for yourself. You can’t boss me around. Hwang Hyunjin doesn’t take orders.” 
“He does if he doesn’t wanna be put in my air fryer.” 
“And suddenly Hwang Hyunjin is vowing to do anything that Miss Odette asks him to do. Go ahead, child. Speak your desires and I shall make them happen.” 
“Be my pet dinosaur!” 
“Oh, hell n-” 
Chan shot him a warning glance and he sighed. “Yes, Miss Odette. Which kind of dinosaur shall I be today?” 
“T-Rex!” 
Hyunjin grumbled and held his elbows to his sides, mimicking a T-Rex’s arms. 
“Uncle Hyunjin, they roar and don’t speak.” 
You placed a hand over your mouth, trying not to interrupt your daughter’s demands. Hyunjin rolled his eyes and weakly let out a roar. Odette rushed over to him and grabbed the side of his sweatpants. “Dino, let’s walk.” 
And so they did. Hyunjin squawked and sauntered around the room. Wanting to join in, the other guys began morphing into their own dinosaurs. Chasing one another, roaring and trying not to laugh, they led Odette on her own dinosaur safari. 
You leaned against Chan, enjoying all of it. He glanced at you with another dimpled smile. “Thank you for coming back.” 
“I should be thanking you for allowing all this.” 
“Promise not to leave again?” 
“At this point, I’m vowing. We should get married or something.” 
His face fell and then reignited into an ear-to-ear grin. “Yes. Absolutely. We should pick out rings and get married. Then you can never leave me ever again and I-” 
“Mommy! Daddy! Come on! You’re ‘posed to be dinos, too. Yeehaw, Rexie!” 
Hyunjin’s shoulders slumped and he weakly made another noise. Somewhere between a faint roar and a defeated squawk. Your potential marriage would have to wait because Odette’s demands came with a hand on her hip. 
If you didn’t oblige, who knew what demands she’d conjure up next. 
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DARK SIDE OF THE MOON ♡
pairing: redk!clark kent x fem!reader x soulless!sam winchester
summary: your boyfriend sam has been acting strange lately. good thing your other boyfriend clark is willing to help you figure out what's going on with him. unfortunately for you, he doesn't get very far before he starts acting weird too.
cw: nsfw (18+), au, smut, mild dubcon, threesome, p in v, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, facefucking, overstimulation, praise/degradation, hints of asphyxiation kink
a/n: comm for my wife @fearcvlt. thank you to the anon who infected us with the sam-clark disease 🙏 also i know sam doesn't lose his soul till season 6 but it's my fic so this is early seasons sam. don't like it kiss me about it.
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Sam has been acting weird lately.
You’re not sure what it is. You can’t pinpoint an exact detail about him that’s shifted. From the surface, he looks the same. He still dresses the same. His voice sounds the same. His hands and mouth feel the same. It drives you crazy, not being able to narrow down what you mean. What you know has changed. 
Because while the alterations are imperceptible, you know they’re real. All of that stuff hasn’t changed on a technical level, but to you, his girlfriend, someone who knows his very being like the palm of your own hand, it’s not the same.
Physically, he’s your Sam. The one you’ve been with since your second semester of college. His dark brown hair hangs too close to his eyes like always. The warmth in his hands radiates with regularity as they coast across your and Clark’s bodies. His words reach your ears in the soft, calculated manner you’ve come to expect from him.
But you swear on everything you have in this world, on both your lovers’ lives, that all of this comes with a new note of unfamiliarity.
While his appearance hasn’t changed, the way his eyes land upon your face has. His gaze feels cold. It nearly stings when it connects with your own. You may recognize his touch, but he’s rougher now. He doesn’t handle you like a cherished doll, nor does he explore Clark with his usual reverence. Instead he tugs and he grabs. His fingers dig into flesh harder than ever before. Scratches and bruises litter the two of you after a night spent together. And while his voice rings out just like it did when you met him in your first criminal justice class all those years ago, the tender embellishments in his sentences have vanished. Vacant silences lie where sweetheart and honey used to appear. 
You sound like a lunatic describing it.
“Can’t you just talk to him?” you plead with Clark for the third time this week. You attempt persuasion by flaunting your puppy eyes at him, but he just shakes his head.
He stands before the full length mirror in the corner of your bedroom while pulling on his shirt. The hazy morning light shines through the nearby window onto his physique, highlighting the contours of muscle decorating his abdomen before they’re covered up by the scarlet sweater he chooses to wear today.
“I don’t know what you want me to say, baby,” he responds, gazing at you through the reflection.
You boost yourself off your mattress where you’d been sprawled out. Approaching him from behind, you snake your arms around his waist and press your cheek to his firm back. He doesn’t have to face you to know the pout that’s taken residence on your lips.
“Well, I can’t think of everything,” you huff, “Just maybe see if something’s wrong. Like maybe we did something and we don’t know-”
“You’re overthinking,” he cuts in while fastening his belt into place.
“You don’t know that because you’ve never actually asked. Maybe he feels like he can’t tell us what’s bothering him for some reason. Or it could be like a guy thing. He blows me off whenever I try to help, so maybe he’ll be more comfortable with just you,” you insist.
He sighs and shakes his head again, reaching for the brush nearby. Clark’s hair rarely ever falls out of place. The only moments you can recall seeing him disheveled are those when he lays in bed with you and Sam, nude body coated in a light sweat and pressed against each of yours. Yet he tends to his black tresses more often than you take care of your own hair.
“It’s not a guy thing,” he chuckles, “He just doesn’t wanna talk about whatever’s going on in his head. You know how he gets sometimes. I’m sure he’ll bounce back soon.”
“But it’s been like over a month. Ever since he went on that trip with his brother, he’s been weird,” you continue, squeezing him as if that would somehow convince him of your point.
“You know his childhood is a sore spot. Maybe being around him brought up some bad memories,” he offers and shrugs.
“But he would have told us about that,” you refute.
You release Clark from your hold as he turns around, his outfit all ready for the day. As you look up at him, your eyes remain full of concern for the absent part of your trio. Your present boyfriend smirks at the worried expression before cupping your cheeks and planting a soft kiss on your lips.
“It’s gonna be ok, babe. He’ll be ok,” he murmurs.
You nod. “Just if you get the chance… please talk to him,” you try once more.
“I will,” he agrees. His hands fall to your waist where they knead the flesh lightly.“Try not to worry too much today, alright? We got that party tonight. You’re gonna look all pretty, we’re gonna have fun, and everything’s gonna be fine.”
He kisses you once more before walking towards the bedroom door. You nod in response to his words and force your shoulders to relax. The mention of his work party you were all going to attend later helps a little to distract you. At the very least it gives you something else to think about for the time being.
Before he heads out, you blow him a kiss like you always do. He pretends to catch it, flashing those fangs of his in a lazy grin.
“I’ll see you tonight,” he says before finally leaving your view.
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Despite your assurance to Clark, you spend much of the day thinking about Sam and possible causes for his perpetually sour mood. Unfortunately, you can’t think of anything that seems like a realistic possibility.
While your anxiety wants you to blame yourself, you really don’t believe something you did is responsible. And he had gone on that trip with his brother a month ago, but they’d been going on their ‘hunting trips’ pretty regularly for the last two years. He never got like this afterwards. Even when his brother annoyed him, he’d just vent about it to the two of you before letting it go.
You try to reason that law school might be getting more stressful. All of his free time not allocated to you and Clark, or to his brother in the Impala, goes to textbooks. He spends hours poring over notes and articles and journals. Maybe that’s it. You try to convince yourself it could be. At least until he and Clark come home for the night with hopefully a more concrete answer.
As the day shifts into evening, you busy yourself with getting ready for the party tonight. It wasn’t anything too fancy. Just some gathering the paper Clark now worked at was throwing. As a new hire, he was one of the employees being celebrated, warranting your and Sam’s invitations.
It’s around six-thirty when you finally hear the front door open. Two pairs of shoes shuffle in. Good. That means Clark met him on campus or Sam drove over to Clark's job after his last class. There would be plenty of time to talk over the course of the distance between your shared house and either of those locations.
You put your earrings back down on the dresser and approach the door, straining your ears in hopes of scoping out any tense silences or relieved chatter. In the kitchen, you can hear the fridge open and then close. A sigh. You narrow your eyes. Was it a sigh of tiredness from work or frustration at the other man? The words that follow answer your question.
“She’s just worried about you,” Clark says. You bite your lip, sensing this may not be going well.
“Yeah, I know. She doesn’t do a great job of disguising that,” Sam responds.
“Then just talk to her. It’s only still a problem because you’re being cagey.”
“I’m being cagey because there’s nothing to talk about. She’s looking for something that isn’t there, insisting-”
You step through the doorway and head towards the sound of their voices. Barefoot and with the zipper on your dress only halfway pulled, you enter the room to join them. Sam finishes his sentence as both his and Clark’s eyes set on you.
“Hi,” you interrupt weakly.
The taller of the two rolls his eyes while your other boyfriend raises his brows in acknowledgement before taking another sip of his drink.
“I just… heard you both talking and thought I should come in here…” you continue. It’s only been a few seconds, but already, it’s starting to feel like you should have waited for them to come to you.
You walk a couple more paces into the space, finding yourself standing equidistant from both your lovers. Your gaze alternates between them before focusing on Sam.
“I know I’m probably worrying over nothing. And I know you said nothing is wrong,” you say, keeping your tone as neutral as you can, “You just seem different. And maybe nothing is actively wrong, but I just want you to know if something happened or like if you’re thinking about something differently that me and Clark-”
“You’ll what? What will you both do?” he asks, “I don’t know what you want from me. Do you want me to make up some problem that doesn’t exist so you can feel accomplished when you fix it?”
“No,” you answer right away, hurt infecting your features.
“Then what?”
“I don’t know…” you say. Your resolve wilts away with each second his harsh eyes stare at you.
“Just stop then. Stop asking me to give you a reason, stop talking about me behind my back, just stop,” he rants, “Did you ever consider you might be projecting? That maybe something is different with you that you don’t want to accept.”
“What?” you ask. Your pained expression infuses with a bout of confusion.
“Think about it. Me and Clark, we know what we’re doing everyday. I’m going to school, he’s going to work. We have our plans in place. You? What are you doing? Ever since you graduated last year, you’ve been floundering, bouncing from idea to idea. Maybe you’re the one who’s fallen off the tracks, but you can’t admit it,” he accuses.
Your eyes widen. That statement cuts you deep, through multiple layers. It is the truth in a sense, but to have it thrown in your face by someone who supposedly cares about you hurts worse than you would have anticipated.
“That’s not true,” you deny.
“Yes it is, and you know it. You wanna blame me for how you’re feeling. You’re losing control of your own life so you want to find something you can fix,” he continues.
“Sam, stop,” Clark interjects on your behalf.
You just stand there, feeling even more lost than you had earlier. He was acting different. You were sure of it. But now you also feel like he maybe has a point. What if he is acting the exact same, and you’re the one losing your grip? Clark hasn’t been as concerned as you, and maybe that’s for a reason.
“What?” Sam says, his eyes flitting towards your other boyfriend, “She’s allowed to talk about me, but I can’t defend myself?”
“You’re not defending yourself, you’re attacking her,” Clark responds before sighing. He puts his drink down and walks closer to the both of you. “Both of you just need to take a second and calm down.”
In the pause that follows, the pain Sam’s words caused doesn’t subside. The throb only emanates from deeper inside your chest. You glance up at your darker-haired boyfriend before turning to the one you could barely recognize.
“I’m not trying to make you defend yourself. I really just feel like something’s been up with you lately. But if you say there isn’t, then there isn’t, and I won’t mention it again,” you finally say.
“There isn’t,” he tells you without more than a second of consideration.
Awkward quiet settles for more than a pause now. You’re not sure if you can just act normal after that, but you don’t want to create more tension by hightailing it to the bedroom. Both of them seem to go with the former. Clark meanders his way back to the counter while Sam turns and digs through his bag for something.
You decide it might be best to follow along. Swiveling on your heel, you walk away from the kitchen and down the hall towards your shared bedroom to finish getting ready. The silence no longer feels calm; it weighs down on you, pressing hard enough to crack.
As you dust powder across your cheek bones and eyelids, you force your breaths to remain even. You swallow hard to prevent your eyes from watering. The mascara wand coats your lashes with black that will stream down your skin if you shed any tears. For a final touch, you spread some sticky gloss over your lips, watching in the mirror how they shine with the glittery substance.
When your face is painted to your liking, you pull on a pair of tights under the crimson fabric of your dress and then sit on the edge of your bed to slip on your shoes. While fumbling with the one on your left foot, you hear another person enter the room.
Your pupils dart towards the door to find Clark there with a sheepish smile.
“Hey,” he starts gently, “You almost ready?”
You just nod, not really in a chatty mood.
He returns the gesture and comes closer, approaching as if you’re a wounded animal.
“You look really beautiful, baby,” he compliments.
“Thanks.”
“Here. Let me help,” he offers and crouches before you. 
He takes your leg between his large hands, rubbing up and down over the smoothness of your tights for a moment. His fingers then fall to the sleek strap causing you hassle. He pushes the little piece of material through the metal clasp. Despite the size of his digits, they move with nimble precision.
“He didn’t mean that stuff he said,” he tells you, voice quiet enough that it wouldn’t leave the bedroom.
“Then why didn’t he come in here?” you ask. Your voice quivers a little bit. You know Clark hears it from the way his big, blue eyes lift to connect with your own.
“He’s just being pissy right now. But I know he didn’t mean it, alright? Neither of us think you’re off track, but even if you were, it’s not the end of the world. You still have time to figure things out. We love you either way,” he says, patting your leg. 
Almost as an extra gesture of reassurance, he plants a soft kiss on your kneecap. It’s intended to be innocent. Something wholesome to let you feel the pure love he’s trying to pour into you with his words. But you can’t help but feel a flicker of desire in your belly. The sight of it only serves to remind you of how he does that when he’s spreading your legs apart and kissing up your inner thighs to somewhere much more intimate.
“He’ll come around. For the record, he is acting different. It’s not just you,” he reassures, reaching up to take your chin between his thumb and forefinger.
The look in your eyes has softened from one of hurt to something more tender. You nod in response, and he smiles.
“That’s my girl. Don’t look so sad anymore. I wanna show off how beautiful you are tonight. Can’t do that if you don’t let anyone see that pretty smile,” he praises.
Your face lifts with the expression he describes. It only increases the curve of his own lips. He rewards you with a small peck. When he pulls away, you can see a splotch of lip gloss on his cupid’s bow. It’s tempting to try and wipe it away with another kiss, but instead you take the more effective route and swipe your thumb across the skin.
“Ready?” he asks and reaches for your hand as he rises to his feet again.
You clasp your smaller fingers around his and stand up. “Almost. Zip me up?” you say and turn to show him the semi-closed fabric.
He chuckles fingers finding the zipper and adjusting it for you with ease. “Always.”
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You stand with your back pressed against the wall, drink in hand, eyes surveilling the room. It’s only around nine o’clock, but you’re more than ready to go home. You keep a smile on your face for Clark’s sake, not wanting to look miserable around the people he has to see on a daily basis.
The party isn’t even horrible. It’s just fine. The ritzy hotel dining room they rented out is fine. The music playing at a reasonable volume in the background is fine. The food is fine. The drinks are fine. The smalltalk is fine. Fine. Fine. Fine. It’s all fine.
Including you. You’re fine too. Not at all upset about earlier. The car ride here had been dead silent. No apology from Sam. Not even a word of acknowledgement. But that’s ok! You could deal with it.
Once the three of you had arrived and made your way inside, you introduced yourselves like you always did, clear enough to convey that you were all a package deal but vague enough to not draw the ire of less open-minded people. From there, you let Clark tell some stories about the both of you. You made sure to laugh at all his jokes, smile at him with the most adoring eyes, and sing his praises to any person who wanted to hear them.
After a while of that, he turned you both loose. You first grabbed some appetizers and a drink and then landed where you are now. Sam had trailed close behind you even though he still wasn’t saying anything.
He’s beside you against the wall. His shoulder leans against it, his body angled towards yours. You can feel his eyes drifting along your figure, but you don’t give in to the temptation of a response.
“You gonna freeze me out all night?” he asks.
“I don’t know. Do you plan on apologizing at all?” you ask, passive aggression lacing in every word.
He exhales a laugh and reaches for your face. His fingers guide your head, forcing you to look at him.
“Is that what you need, baby?” he mocks, “You need me to say sorry?”
You scowl and try to look away, but his digits dig into your skin. He keeps you right where he wants you. Leaning in close to you, his breath fans across your neck.
“Would it really make you feel better if I said I didn’t mean it? Would it really change anything about how you feel? I don’t think so,” he murmurs, “I think you’d like it more if I kissed it better.”
The low tone of voice combined with his proximity fires up that warmth in your tummy you felt earlier. You try to suppress it and maintain your glare.
“What are you doing?” you ask with annoyance, craning your neck for some space.
“What? I thought you’d wanna make up,” he says.
“I- It’s not that. We’re at a party for Clark’s work. It’s not like we’re high schoolers who can just go find some closet to make out,” you huff, “Plus, you definitely are acting different now. You’re always the explainer, and Clark is always the one who wants to kiss things better.”
That brings a small smirk to his face. “We can’t? Or we shouldn’t?” he teases. He moves in again, the tip of his nose brushing your cheek. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I have been a little different lately. But why is that a bad thing? I feel great.”
“Yeah, but it’s not great when you’re being mean all the time now…”
“Mean? Or direct?” he asks, “I’ve never said anything to hurt you. Even when you think I’m being mean, I’m only speaking without sugar coating because I know you can take it. And I know that sometimes you need to hear it. You’re strong. Just as smart as me and Clark. You just need a little push sometimes.”
Your heart beats quicker in your chest. His words are one thing, but the way his rich eyes peer into yours are another. His thumb drags back and forth across your bottom lip now, almost as if coaxing some form of a response.
“It’s still mean even if you don’t intend it that way. It still hurts,” you say. Even if your face can’t move, your eyes fall. “I miss the you who wasn’t so sharp all the time.”
You soften your words, hoping to break the tough exterior that had shielded him for the last month. Though you see no change in his expression. No shift in his gaze.
“You’ll have to learn to love this one just as much then,” he replies.
It stings. The words slice like a blade. He doesn’t care about the falter on your face though. He ducks in, kissing along your jaw to your earlobe. A small gasp leaves you at the soft, wet touches. You squirm in place, nearly spilling your drink as the liquid sloshes within the confines of the glass.
“I can show you how. Just gotta let me,” he whispers. His hand falls from your face to your neck, wrapping it in a seductive embrace.
Your eyes flutter, and for a split second, you want to give in. His lips on your skin feel like traces of heaven. The soft words he speaks hit your ears like gentle caresses lulling you into compliance. But then you remember where you are and who you're here for.
“Sam, stop,” you whimper.
But he doesn’t pull back. He doesn’t just stay in place either. His hand tightens around your throat. It digs in a little, pressing you against the wall. You can still breathe just fine, but the threat of air loss is right there, teasing you just barely.
Your eyes widen now. Sam had never been so aggressive in the bedroom before, let alone in public.
“We’re here for Clark. You’re gonna embarrass him,” you remind.
“He’s a big boy. He can handle it,” he breathes.
Before you can squeak out any more words of protest, a large hand is curling over Sam’s shoulder and tugging him back. Clark looks at him with a raised brow before his focus shifts to you.
“I guess you two made up?” he asks.
You open your mouth to clarify with some version of what actually happened, but Sam cuts you off. “Something like that.”
He takes you by the wrist, spinning so that he’s against the wall while you’re in front of him with your back against his chest. His chin rests atop your head as his hands rub your arms. Clark looks on, almost suspicious at the complete flip in attitudes.
“So how much longer do we have to be here? They’ve already played ‘Mr. Brightside’ like three times. This thing’s gotta be winding down soon, and I’m pretty eager to get back so we can make up some more,” Sam says.
“Not too much longer,” Clark says, the words slow and edged with uncertainty, “I’ll start saying goodbyes.”
You nod gratefully, your appreciation shining through even without words. Sam smirk prevails on his face yet again.
“Sounds good. Just don’t take too long or we might have to get a head start without you,” he says. His tone indicates he’s teasing, but with how he’s acting, you wouldn’t put it past him to try something like that.
“I won’t. Just give me a few,” Clark responds simply before drifting back into the crowd to say bye to the important people.
He keeps his word and only takes a few minutes. If he had taken any longer, you aren’t confident you would have noticed. You feel like you have whiplash from the way Sam has latched himself onto your body. Earlier he spoke like he couldn’t stand you, but now he clings to you like he’d be willing to bend you over one of the nearby folding tables and bring some real excitement to this party.
You try brushing him off, redirecting his hands to places that wouldn’t earn you side eyes from your boyfriend’s colleagues. He’s not interested though. Every few seconds it feels like he’s nuzzling into your neck or smoothing his hands over your sides.
“Sam, quit it,” you whisper.
“Why? I don’t need Clark’s hearing to know how fast your heart is going. I know you like it,” he purrs.
The best you can hope for is guiding him to the exit and letting Clark meet you there. When the man in question finally does make his way in your direction, you can see a bit of frustration on his face. Annoyance gleams from his eyes as they sweep over how Sam holds you like a territorial dog with a chew toy.
You want to apologize. You hate when Clark isn’t happy with you, and you really don’t want to end the day having fought with both of them. But before you could get any words of remorse out, Sam’s already leading you through the front door. He keeps a tight grip on your wrist, now allowing you even an inch to pull away.
Clark follows along. His hand lands on the small of your back. The faint touch grounds you a little, but before it can have any real effect, Sam’s yanking you closer, nearly causing you to stumble over the steps that lead you three into the parking lot.
The confusion that permeates your mind has now spread to Clark’s face and replaces his prior irritation.
“What’s gotten into you?” he asks, trailing behind in broad strides.
“What do you mean?” Sam laughs. He turns around, holding you close again once in range of the car. “You got the keys?”
Even though he does in fact have them, Clark makes no move to fetch the small metal keys from his pocket.
“No, seriously. What’s going on with you? One minute you’re ready to bite her head off for worrying about you, and now you wanna jump her bones in the middle of a parking garage?” he says, not letting up.
“I can’t win with you two. She doesn’t like it when I’m being serious, you don’t like it when I’m not. What’s a guy supposed to do, huh?” he says.
“It’s not like that, and you know it,” Clark challenges, “You have been acting weird lately. I let you deny it because I know what it’s like having to keep something to yourself. But pretending like it isn’t happening does nothing, especially when it’s affecting us.”
You stand there with Sam’s arm over your shoulders, looking back and forth between them. It’s not even an argument yet, but with a few wrong words, it would have no issue transforming into one.
“Please. You didn’t care how it affected me and her when you kept your secrets for years. So spare me a lecture,” Sam dismisses, “I don’t have some great secret. People just change over time.”
“Not so rapidly!” Clark fires back, “You went away for one weekend, and a different person came back.”
“I’m still me,” he says, “If you have such a problem with the person you think I’m becoming then maybe I’m not the only one we should be evaluating. Maybe something’s changing between all of us.”
You look at Clark with pure worry now. He hasn’t outright said it, but these words border on the worst potential outcome. Reaching for his hand that dangles off your shoulder, you give it a squeeze and gaze up at him.
His attention shifts to you. He smiles at the nervousness written all over your features.
“Don’t look so scared, baby. We’re not gonna break up. Unless that’s what you two think would be best,” he says. It’s almost a threat. He puts the power in your hands, but it’s not by choice. He’s not offering it to you. He’s forcing it between your palms and pushing your fingers to close around it.
“No,” you respond instantly.
“You know that’s not what I meant,” Clark backs down, his voice dropping a bit.
“Then what did you mean?” Sam asks.
“I just want to know why. Why are you acting like this now? You used to be the reserved one. The one who was always careful about everything. You kept me and her on track. Now, you’re in there acting like a high schooler and making me look like an idiot, being all over her like that.”
“All over her?” he repeats with a chuckle. His arm slithers off your shoulders, leaving your skin exposed to the chilled night air. He takes a few steps towards your other boyfriend. “You jealous, Clark? Because as soon as we got home, you know I’d be all over you too.”
He scoffs and looks away. Truly, you doubt jealousy had been the root of Clark’s discomfort. You would’ve been irritated too if they started getting handsy in front of people you wanted to make a good impression on. But it was hard to not get flustered when confronted so directly. When Sam stalked forward like that.
The brunette slides to Clark’s side and maneuvers himself behind him. His hands flatten against his muscular biceps, rubbing the skin softly through his suit jacket. You watch as his lips brush the shell of Clark’s ear in the same way they had to yours.
“C’mon. You know I don’t play favorites,” he coos.
Your darker-haired lover has his eyes fixated on the car beside you three. You knew the feelings coursing through him right now. The same ones that swirled within you fifteen minutes ago.
Sam’s long fingers move South on Clark’s arms. The tips coast over his elbows and along his forearms before getting to his wrists. You know the exact sensation. Like little lines of fire being drawn across your limbs. Similar to you, Clark goes to resist. He just has the actual strength to carry it out.
He pushes Sam’s hands off and looks over his shoulder. “We’re gonna talk about it. You can’t keep avoiding it and expecting us to just go along with this forever,” he says.
Sam smirks at the assertion. He lets Clark move him away. You notice one of his hands slip into his pocket, but before the act can even register, it’s back out and reaching for your other boyfriend’s wrist again.
“We will talk about it. But not tonight,” he says.
The beginning of a disagreement begins to leave Clark’s lips. But the hand that had reached for his cuts his statement short when it flexes and spreads a thin band over his wrist. Clark looks down at it while you observe with confusion. But then you see a sparkle of red.
Your pupils dart back to Clark’s face. You watch as his eyes flicker with that same ruby color. His shoulders rise, and his chest puffs out with innate pride. He doesn’t have that sweet, lopsided grin; now his lips look sinister and menacing as they curl. You don’t even have to ask what it is. You recognize that look. You know the effects of red kryptonite.
“You’re such an asshole!” you explode at Sam. You step towards him, practically shoving Clark behind you. “Why would you do that?! You know he hates that stuff!”
Your arm swings forward, smacking at his chest. He just laughs and dodges your weak blows. “Calm down. He’ll be fine. I just wanted to help him unwind for the night,” he says.
You go for another strike, aiming for his bicep this time instead. Before your limb can connect, two strong arms have looped around your waist and tugged you back against a firm body.
“He’s right,” Clark chimes in. His chin hooks over your shoulder as he nuzzles into your neck, planting kisses there that make you squirm. “I was letting you get me all wound up. Just needed to take the edge off.”
Without responding, your hands fly to his wrist, desperate to get the bracelet off for him. You’d only seen Clark under the influence of this stuff once before. You really weren’t eager to relive the experience.
But he’s quicker than you. He slides his arm away and spins you around to face him in the process. No longer does your boyfriend have his usual look that likens him to a carefree puppy. Now you stare into the eyes of a wolf.
“Clark-” you start and grab for his wrist again.
He laughs and lifts his arm in the air, dangling his hand a foot over his own head. Much too high for you to reach. Still, you jump and try to pull it down by his elbow.
“That’s not my name you know,” he teases.
You stop jumping and glare at him. “I’m not calling you Kal,” you say flatly, “Give me that. You’re not yourself when that stuff is on you.”
“I’m more myself like this than I am any other time,” he disagrees.
Sam comes up behind you and places his hands on your hips. “Come on. Don’t spoil the fun before it’s really started, babe,” he taunts.
“Get off,” you shoo and shoot him a harsh look as well.
None of your efforts have the intended effect though. Nothing you do intimidates either of your boyfriends whose frames dwarf your own against the side of the car.
“So angry,” Sam mocks. He ducks in and kisses your cheek while Clark grabs your chin and makes you look at him again.
“We just gotta find something that calms you down. You need to let loose sometimes. You’re always so worked up and high strung,” Clark says. He strokes your jaw as Sam brings his mouth down to your throat. He starts laying kisses there, the affection more intense than it had been inside the hotel.
His soft lips glide across your sensitive skin. He licks your pulse, scrapes his teeth over the thumping artery. Your breath hitches. They both can hear it. You know that from how Clark’s smile grows that much more smug.
“You know it feels good,” he coos. He leans in, teasing you with the idea of a kiss. His mouth hovers not even an inch from your own. The warmth of his breath puffs against your skin. With the slightest move the two of you would be touching.
“I can feel how bad you want it,” he murmurs, “So why not give in?”
“It’s not like you could get away anyways,” Sam whispers.
And you know it’s true. You can’t do anything they don’t want, especially not something Clark doesn’t want. They’re bigger and stronger. With Clark’s heightened senses, there’s no hope of hiding either. You know the smart decision here is to give in. To give in and then wait for an opportunity to get that bracelet off him.
However, you can’t even say this is a choice based solely in logic or survival instinct. You want Clark’s lips on yours. You crave more touches from them both. While your rational mind hates these versions of the two of them, your body doesn’t care. Your skin breaks out into chills while your heart rate speeds up all the same.
“You’re gonna regret all of this later,” you whisper to Clark, letting your eyes fall to his plush lips.
“Maybe. But I’m not worried about that. I’m living right now,” he responds.
He closes the gap between the two of you. A soft moan creeps up your throat, escaping against his mouth. You feel him smirk. The sound encourages him to deepen the kiss.
Sam presses closer behind you. He pulls your ass flush against his pelvis and kisses your neck some more. It’s like a flurry all around you. If any of Clark’s coworkers were leaving the party now, this sight would only add to the embarrassment Sam and you caused earlier.
None of you are thinking about that though. You’re completely wrapped up with each other. Your hands have found their way into the dark locks on either side of you. The left one grips Clark’s while your right extends back and tugs on Sam. Heavy breaths blow against your face from multiple angles. Large palms grope at the different curves of your body.
Clark reaches down into his pocket. His fingers fish around for a few moments before pulling out the small set of keys Sam asked about earlier. He pulls off your lips and tugs you to his chest away from Sam.
“You drive,” he says simply, sliding the metallic object into the other man’s hand.
Sam huffs out a laugh. “Seems like you’re more eager than me now.”
He doesn’t resist or argue though. Instead, he taps the unlock button and slides around the back of the car to head to the driver’s side. At the same time, Clark opens the door to the backseat and ushers you in with a pat to your ass.
“You had a taste of her in there. Now it’s my turn,” he grins.
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The drive home was a quick one.
It felt like a right turn, a left turn, and then the car slowing as Sam parked it in the driveway. Clark had made good on his words. He took his turn with you. The entire time his hand was up your skirt, his fingers beneath the thin cotton of your panties, drawing little whiny moans from you.
When the vehicle finally came to a full stop, Sam cleared his throat to alert you and Clark. They spoke back and forth a bit, but their specific words eluded you. Before your mind could come down from the high Clark was working you into, they were hauling you inside.
Clothes came off along the way to the bedroom. Clark’s jacket pooled on the floor in the entryway. Your red dress decorated the bannister. Sam’s belt hung around the bedroom door knob.
Now they have you spread before them on the bed. Your panties have abandoned you like the rest of your outfit. You lie bare for their eyes. At the foot of the mattress, they finish undressing themselves. Sam’s in the lead, his fist already stroking his cock while he stares down at you. Beside him, Clark finishes shimmying off his trousers.
“Think it’s my turn again,” Sam says before getting on the bed with you. He takes hold of one of your ankles, pulling the limb aside to spread your legs.
“We can share now. I’m not feeling too patient,” Clark adds. He follows right along with the other man’s movements.
Grabbing your other leg, he pushes it farther away from the other as he crawls towards you. They both descend upon you in sync. With their broad frames, it’s a tight fit, but they manage to both position themselves at the junction of your thighs.
Clark looks to Sam with a big smile across his face. “More fun when we do it together anyways.”
Sam hums in acknowledgement. He stares into those round, blue eyes for a moment more before rotating them to focus on your glistening center. You’re thoroughly slick from Clark’s fingers in the car and all the attention they lavished on you in the parking garage. Two of his digits spread you open. They both gaze at your drippy entrance, your poor swollen clit.
“You don’t even need a warm up tonight, sweetheart. You’re soaked from a few touches,” Sam mocks.
“It was more than a few,” you whimper in defense of yourself.
“Either way… be grateful we’re so nice, willing to give you all this extra attention,” he continues.
“Yeah, especially when you were being so bratty earlier. Talking back, carrying on,” Clark adds.
You whine softly and squirm your hips in an attempt to speed along the teasing. Even with your pouty denial, you know how bad you want them. These words only add to that needy sensation in your belly.
“So desperate,” Sam croons in a low voice.
Luckily for you, Clark doesn’t say anything back. He must have been honest about feeling impatient because instead he just leans in and connects his mouth with your cunt. A sigh bursts from your lips and you tilt your head back against the pillows.
He boosts your thigh over his shoulder and holds it like some sort of handle. His lips kiss your clit a few times, mashing the little bud with their delicate, smooth surface. He then sticks his tongue out and drags it through your arousal. The tip of it sweeps up over your velvety folds and swirls around your button.
Your back arches off the bed. Sam grabs your thigh closest to him and takes it on his shoulder as Clark had done. He turns his head, trailing some kisses over your inner thigh. They start innocent enough, chaste pecks at the most. But as they get closer to your center where Clark is, they grow sloppier. You feel his tongue gliding around in figure eights before his lips engulf the saliva-traced flesh.
When he finally reaches your pussy, you whine loudly. Your eyes flutter, and your heels dig into their backs. They keep you pinned in place, not allowing you to squirm too much or to buck your hips in excitement.
“Good girl,” Clark breathes in a husky tone before sucking on your pulsing clit.
A sharp squeal comes from you. Your toes and fingers curl at the sensation. In the meantime below, Sam prods at your leaky hole with his tongue. At first, he uses broad strokes. He flattens the muscle against your desire-soaked entrance, lapping without shame or hesitance. You moan appreciatively, nice and shameless just how you know they like.
More juices seep out of you as they work you up. That combined with their spit has you thoroughly soaked between your legs. It doesn’t bother them in the slightest. You can see the shimmer of your essence on Clark’s jaw. His eyes are shut, his features relaxed as he showers your tender nub with attention. Sam’s head nods as he licks. It bobs lazily, his nose occasionally bumping Clark’s jaw. He also sports a peaceful expression. It’s the first one on him you’ve seen on him in weeks. He isn’t annoyed or tense or bitter. He’s just lost in the bliss of how good you taste.
Soon, fingers start to get involved. Sam brings his long, slender digits up to slither their way inside of you. He moves his lips North to get more room for them. Clark moves ever so slightly to accommodate him but not by too much. He’s close enough that his nose can still brush against his skin. Close enough that he still feels the occasional swipe of his tongue against his own.
You feel release boiling in the pit of your stomach. Sparkling bursts of ecstasy fizzle from there through all your limbs.
“You gonna cum, baby?” Sam rasps. He pumps his fingers in and out faster, curling them against your clenching walls.
“Mhm,” you force out. Your eyes screw shut while you nod, your head wagging rapidly.
“Go ahead, honey. Cum for us. Show us how good you feel,” Clark hums. He flicks his tongue at your clit just as quickly as your head moves above.
In a matter of seconds, you shriek. Your thighs quiver against the sides of their heads. You roll your hips into the pleasure while clutching at the sheets. Sam’s fingers dig harder into the malleable flesh of your leg. Clark latches his lips onto your bundle of nerves and works you through the high.
At the point where you would normally start to come down, they still haven’t let up. Sam’s fingers don’t recede any. They stay snug in your cunt while Clark continues to make out with your center. You whine. Your hips now buck with the purpose of getting them off. The motion doesn’t achieve that though. They stay right where they are.
“Clark-” you squeal for the main offender. Your eyes roll back and ragged pants of air puff from your lungs. You grab at the two mops of hair between your legs. “Sam...” you whimper with desperation.
Your pleas go unanswered at first. Clark chuckles while Sam grins against your leg. The latter continues to thrust his hand between your thighs.
“What’s the matter?” Sam croons, his brown eyes gazing up at you.
Words tangle up into a needy whine. You bite your lip to suppress the noise before attempting to reply with the sentiment you know they anticipate.
“It’s too much. Too sensitive,” you mewl.
As expected, they only look at you with patronizing smiles.
“Too much?” Clark repeats mockingly, “It’s not too much. You can take it. Can’t she, Sam?”
“She can take it,” the man to his left affirms before redirecting his words at you, “You know you can, baby. You know you like it. You just can’t help yourself. You always need something to whine about.”
“I do not! Ah-” you say, cut off by your own moan.
It’s the feeling of one of Clark’s thick fingers joining the couple of Sam’s that are already inside you. Your toes curl at the minor stretch you feel. It’s nothing compared to the times you’ve taken both of them at once, but still, it brings slight discomfort.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” Clark praises as you lose yourself to the moans.
They both duck back in and work with their mouths again. The tips of their tongues brush against one another as they lap at you. Clark moves in impossibly closer, angling his mouth slightly to the left. It leaves him more open to Sam. It gives him easier access to the other man as well.
Sam knows it’s on purpose. This isn’t coincidental positioning. Clark can be just as needy as you. He just has an aversion to acting so openly pathetic about it, especially with red kryptonite on him. 
His head drifts a little more inward, bringing their mouths even closer together. Sam doesn’t hesitate before taking the leap. He tilts himself towards Clark. His tongue slides out against your cunt, but this time it makes full contact with the other man who moans at the warm, wet caress and reciprocates in full.
Your head pops up at the needy sound leaving his throat. You watch with lust-lidded eyes as their tongues tangle with each other against your folds. Their mouths are still touching your skin. The focus has just become split, flowing to all three points of your triad.
It helps to ease the sting of overstimulation that had been nipping at you. You’re able to actually make the descent back to a normal state of arousal. Reaching towards them, you lazily stroke Sam’s hair. You brush his bangs back from his warm forehead before swapping over to Clark and combing your fingers through his tresses that have become damp with sparse drops of sweat.
As they feel your touch, they become more focused on each other. It’s as if more subconscious parts of their minds understand you’ve been attended to. You’ve been sated. You’re not going to get up and leave, so it’s ok to play with each other a bit.
Sam’s the one to deepen the exchange. He draws his fingers that had gone still from the warmth of your cunt. They land on Clark’s shoulder, sliding up to the nape of his neck to pull him closer. Your other boyfriend doesn’t need to be told twice. He moves in for more, his nose bumping against Sam’s. Their breaths grow louder. You can hear every desperate inhale.
A low hum reverberates from Sam’s throat as Clark pushes him back on the bed. He kisses with the same overeager tenacity of a pup desperate for attention from its master.
Sam crumples on his shoulder, letting his back rest against the blankets beneath the three of you. You rise on your elbows and sit up, readjusting your legs. Your eyes trail over their nude bodies. They catch on the way Clark ruts himself against the crevice between Sam’s hip and the mattress. Sam’s flushed length stands stiff between their bodies, oozing the first beads of pre despite being untouched for the most part.
You’re only left neglected for a few seconds more. Sam manages to guide Clark’s lips down onto his neck. He then tilts his head back and reaches for your wrist.
“Don’t think we forgot about you,” he says with a small tug.
You follow along with the direction and scoot closer. Clark’s still got his mouth attached to Sam’s neck, kissing and licking at the curve of his throat. The recipient of the touches sighs at the dull sense of bliss it brings. Clark grinds himself harder against the bed, letting out a strangled moan before lifting his head.
His eyes are drooping with desire too now. The blown out pupils flit from Sam to you.
“We couldn’t forget about you, baby,” he adds, his mind seemingly just catching up with the words your other lover said.
Grabbing you by your waist, he drags you over Sam’s body and gets you flat on the mattress under him. You can feel the heat of his length against your thigh. Sam sits up beside you and strokes your cheek with two of his long fingers. He studies you for a few moments, looking at you with such intensity. Even in the heat of the moment though, you know he’s different. His normal reverence is absent. There’s hardly any affection in his gaze. It feels empty in a sense. As if his actions are guided by pure carnal need.
“I’ll let you have her pussy, Clark. Think her and I need to make up with something closer,” he says as his thumb pulls your mouth open by pressing on your bottom lip.
The plan receives no argument from Clark. It probably would have had he been the one resigned to your mouth, but he had no protests about getting to fuck you.
“Sounds good to me,” he grins and moves to kneel between your thighs. He tugs you closer by your hips, getting you in the position he wants. “You ready, princess? This won’t be too much for you?”
It’s not said with genuine concern. You’re sure the result would be the same regardless of if you nodded or shook your head. His tip is already nudging at your hole, more than ready to be inside.
You feel his cock sink in and split you open in time with Sam pushing his thumb further into your mouth. A moan bubbles up from you before you close your lips around the digit and suck. You shut your eyes too, allowing the physical sensations to overtake you.
Clark works himself in inch-by-inch. To your surprise, he doesn’t jerk himself all the way in, but he doesn’t go slow either. His desire rolls off him in waves. It’s only a matter of seconds before his tip is kissing your cervix and the thin patch of dark hair above his cock is pressed to your pelvis.
Sam pushes down on your tongue with his thumb. You continue sucking. Having it there soothes you in a way. It staves off any remnants of overstimulation, gives you something to focus on besides the thick cock stretching you apart.
But then he removes it. You whine. Moments after it leaves you, Clark draws his hips back and then slams in again. Now he’s set on picking up the pace. You don’t get a break. He doesn’t take a while to figure out a rhythm. He pounds back and forth, already settling into the one he likes.
Sam is rising up next to your head too. Before you realize what’s happening, he’s tapping the head of his dick on the seam of your lips. Your eyes lift to his face, which looks down at you with a condescending smirk.
“Open up, baby,” he purrs.
Obediently, your lips part. He thrusts himself inside with the same force Clark used on your cunt. You screw your eyes shut to try and repress the urge to gag. He chuckles up above, though it sounds distant to your ears. Being full of them on both ends spreads your senses thin. They try to keep up with everything happening, but they can really only catch the most intense pieces. Everything else blurs into a flurry around you. Clark’s needy grunts, Sam’s satisfied hum, the wet squelches coming from your core. All of it mixes together into a hazy bluster.
Sam’s cock drags over your tongue. It’s much heavier than his thumb. Warmer too. You suck on it all the same. You don’t use too much force or bob your head more than necessary. Even if his personality had been different as of late, you know what affects him on a physical level no matter what. You swipe your tongue over that specific vein and press up on the sensitive ridge that makes him buck. He hisses as you’re able to get him going with only a few small maneuvers.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he grunts. His hands land on either side of your head and hold you in place. “It’s much better when you’re using your mouth for this instead of all that worrying.”
As he grips your skull and begins rocking his hips back and forth, Clark rabbits himself harder into you. His fingers dig into you with such force, you’re sure you can feel the bruises forming on your skin. Normally, Clark was more conscious of his strength. He made sure to never pull too hard or hold too tightly. But when that little red stone sits strapped around his wrist, all concern for those kinds of things leaves his mind. All he cares about right now is the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock.
“She’s so fucking tight. Like more than usual. Thinks she likes us better like this,” Clark moans as he continues fucking into you with fast, needy strokes.
“Yeah? That true?” Sam huffs. He thrusts forward and drags your head all the way down on his cock. 
In place of an answer, you gag. One set of your fingers claws at the bedding while your other clutches one of his thighs. He holds you in place for a moment. You can’t breathe. Your heart pounds with panic while your pussy squeezes extra tight around Clark. You hear him whimper at the sensation. It sounds far away, fading almost.
You blink slowly. Your head jerks a little. It’s not a conscious choice. Just the natural survival instinct that drives you to fight for air. You don’t receive it at first. Sam keeps your throat full for a few seconds more before pulling out and allowing you to suck in a breath.
You cough at the sudden influx of oxygen. A few droplets of spit spew forward and flank his v-line. He pets your head, stroking you in a way that seems almost caring.
“Such a good girl,” he praises, “You didn’t even move that much. Kept nice and still like you’re supposed to.”
“Of course. She knows just how to take us,” Clark agrees.
“I guess that’s true,” Sam says, thumbing at your cheek before sliding his cock between your lips again.
He’s not as forceful this time. You don’t stop breathing as you suck and lick at him. He keeps his thrusts pretty shallow. One of his hands rests on the top of your head, maintaining contact without grabbing you.
Simultaneously, Clark’s cock throbs inside you. It aches with the urge to spill. His balls that slap against your ass feel tight, more than ready to drain into you.
Sam can tell he’s close from how hard he’s panting. He doesn’t say anything, just watches. His eyes linger on Clark’s hips as they lose rhythm. They buck against you, sputtering as the rush of release creeps up on him. Sam can feel it approaching for him too. He tilts his head back and lets his eyes fall shut. His hand stays firm on the top of your head, using its position for leverage to start thrusting with a little more fervor again.
You whine around his cock. The faint vibrations only serve to coax Sam farther along. Things feel more blurry for you than it does for either of them. While they feel the clear signs of their impending orgasms, yours arrives suddenly. It explodes within you, snapping like a taut rubber band. Your body twitches and spasms. You feel the urge to arch your back and buck your hips, but you’re stationary for the most part between them.
Clark cums after you. He bursts with a sharp groan. His hips slap against your ass, jerking you upward. He maintains the same firm grip he’s had the whole time. You feel the thick, warm ropes flood you in a few spurts. It feels good, relaxing in a way to know the end is near.
Then your attention is swept up by the man occupying your mouth. Another hiss zips through his lips before you feel the sticky heat of his spend hit the back of your throat. You swallow every drop. It’s not like you have much of a choice. He doesn’t pull out or give you any room to do anything else but accept it.
He holds himself there as his length twitches and then softens. When the pleasure has reached its zenith, he finally begins to slip himself out. A thin string of saliva hangs from your lips and the head before he falls from his knees and sits beside you. He watches as Clark slides out too. Unlike the man by your upper half, he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he collapses on top of you.
His body heat seeps into you, his weight crushing your smaller frame. He nips at your neck. “See? It’s so much more fun when you’re not so tense, baby,” he breathes.
“Mhm,” you hum and let your eyes shut.
Sam sinks down next to the pair of you in bed. He doesn’t speak for a couple minutes. Wordlessly, he observes the way Clark holds you beneath him.
“You are much cuter when you’re tuckered out like this,” he says, his voice low and quiet.
You tilt your head against his shoulder and keep your eyes shut, a gesture to show that you’re trying to doze off. Your main hope is that they’ll follow suit. Luckily that seems to be the case as they remain quiet. You hear Sam’s breath even out beside you. Clark stays still on top of you, pressing a lazy kiss to your skin every so often, but it’s not long before you can feel those puffs of air become deeper and more steady.
Once you feel semi-confident they’re both asleep, only then do you open your eyes. As carefully as you can, you shift slightly and reach for Clark’s arm. You keep your movements slow so as to not wake either one of them. When you have his muscular limb held up enough, you hook your fingers around that bracelet and pull. With a little force, it pops free. You don’t know if it’s real or imagined, but you swear you feel his muscles relax.
From your spot on the bed, you toss it towards the closet. The farther it is from Clark the better. You suppose you should probably try to hide from Sam, but for some reason, you don’t feel like he’s set on using it again. Getting it off was pretty easy. Maybe he planned on you doing exactly this from the moment he slid that thing onto your other boyfriend.
Either way, you shut your eyes. You won’t let yourself sleep, but you can at least rest for right now. You and Clark could deal with Sam later. With one of them back to normal, you could figure out how to do the same for the other.
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cookie-lore-keeper · 5 months ago
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All the Canon or Implied Canon Relationships in Cookie Run
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For some reason, you cookies really like your romantic relationships. It's fine, though. I'm the exact same way. But, to fill your shipping needs, here are all the confirmed/implied romantic relationships in Cookie Run!
Cocoa Cookie and Mint Choco Cookie, obviously. Both have crushes on each other but they're both too shy to act on it, despite every Cookie already knowing and shipping them (I see you Mont Blance and Latte trying to dress Cocoa up for her not date. I also see you, Sparkling Cookie, who also clearly ships them)
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Lime Cookie has a massive crush on Orange Cookie and tries her best to get her attention and impress her. She also gets jealous when other cookies show interest in Orange Cookie, lol
Pure Vanilla Cookie literally stated that he loved White Lily Cookie and even said, "Do I still have feelings... for White Lily Cookie?" In his dream, so that's confirmed.
Sea Fairy Cookie and Moonlight Cookie are in love, and Sea Fairy literally abandoned her role as an elemental so she could forever gaze at the moon
Despite not being officially confirmed, it is so VERY heavily implied that Shadow Milk Cookie has feelings beyond obsession for Pure Vanilla Cookie. He is ECSTATIC over the idea of Pure Vanilla Cookie saying that they are "meant to be" and when Pure Vanilla Cookie says that he'll stay by his side forever. For fuck's sake, the two literally FUSE their souljam. Honestly, some romances can't be described by simple words. Sometimes it's described through obsession, corruption, awakening, and hatred.
Knight Cookie has a crush on Princess Cookie and literally has a dream where she was going to ask him to marry her, but he woke up before it could finish
Blue Lily Cookie has a crush on Lilybell Cookie, and it's implied that Lilybell likes her back (no, they are not sisters. No, Lilybell Cookie isn't a child. She is an adult, but she is just small).
Milk Cookie has a celebrity crush in Dark Choco Cookie
In the comics, Adventurer Cookie and Blackberry Cookie are married
Lord Oyster and White Pearl Cookie both had crushes on each other before shit hit the fan
In the comics, Fire Spirit Cookie had a crush on Cocoa Cookie
I'm actually not sure about this one since wikis can be edited by anyone, but I'll still count it. It's implied that Shining Glitter Cookie and Black Lemonade Cookie have feelings for each other
Cotton Candy Cookie has a crush on Pink Choco Cookie
Cotton Candy Cookie has a crush on Chili Pepper Cookie (shown on relationships chart. Honestly, she has a crush on everyone)
Cotton Candy Cookie has a crush on Roguefort Cookie and Roguefort Cookie is attracted to her.
Raspberry Mousse Cookie has a massive crush on Rose Cookie. Though, he seems to not know what it is and thinks that it's a curse...
Royal Berry Cookie and Jungleberry Cookie are married
Linzer Cookie and Créme Brûlée Cookie are exes, and it's implied they still have lingering feelings torwards each other
Espresso Cookie and Madeleine Cookie.... kinda. Okay, I'm not really sure. I'm leaning toward "maybe" bcuz devsiss advertises it a lot more than other ships, but also, that could just be bcuz it's popular. Espresso Cookie seems to be annoyed by Madeleine Cookie's antics, but Madeleine Cookie seems to want to impress Espresso Cookie and he does view him as a friend and despite their differences, they are seen a lot together. Is it canon? Idk, probably queer-baiting. But ik that someone was going to say smthn, so I put it here. Put its status as: "Idk, it could be 🤷‍♂️"
Wildberry is possibly implied to have a crush on Crunchy Chip Cookie (Pavlova mentions it in their kingdom interaction and he mentions it in the Beast-Yeast story)
Black Forest Cookie is completely infatuated for the witches and literally married them (did the witches even say "I do"????)
If I forgot anything, please tell me!
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fireflowersims · 2 months ago
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Sims 2 "kiosks" aka: Someone stole my code and I am not happy
Okay, I'm gonna be honest about this because it's seriously bothering me. I hesitated to say something about this for a long time because I do not want to platform that code thief. I'm also not a fan of drama, I know how stressful that is for all parties and I normally try to stay out of it. Unfortunately, this theft just keeps coming back and seriously upsetting me so I have to say something about this.
My code has been stolen. To be exact: the vendor code from Sun&Moon. To be specific: a very specific version of the Laundry mod.
And by stealing, I mean passing off someone else's work as their own and encouraging others to utilize said stolen code.
Who did it? @sissysims
Sissysims stole the vendor code, made it into a "template" and even made a tutorial telling people how to use said template to make a "kiosk". After the publication, a number of people created "kiosks" using this stolen code. Notably: @simulationprincess and @grilledcheese-aspiration. I do not blame them from thinking it is a neat concept. Because it is. That's why we built those vendors.
It is seriously upsetting though to see our work going fully uncredited and sissy-sims receiving all the credit and praise. I have tried leaving a comment under her youtube video, but she must have hidden or blocked it, as it does not show up at all. She has also disabled private messages on her Tumblr. Basically, there is no way I can get in contact with her directly. So unfortunately, I feel like this is the only way to get my message out: in public.
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But how can I verify that this is stolen code?
Good question. I have recorded a little video with my proof. One-take, no editing. Should she choose to try to scrub her evidence, it will remain up.
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So why am I this upset about it?
I am upset because of a variety of reasons:
Somebody is passing off my work as their own. Not only disrespecting me, mind you, but also the others who contributed to the vendor, most notably: the amazing people who translated that vendor. Yes, it is because of translations that I know that she directly stole our work. She not only stole my code, she had the nerve to steal my own words as well! I can literally see the Dutch translation that I wrote myself in there and if that isn't pissing and shitting on my head, I don't know what is
Sissysims does not know what she is doing object-creation wise. The Sun&Moon vendor code is among the easiest Sun&Moon code there is. It is simple and elegant. She decided to make it a mess requiring multiple files for some guobforsaken reason. Possibly to make it seem like it isn't straight up stolen code, who knows. Just speculating. Regardless, someone who knows what they're doing wouldn't have done what she did to that poor vendor.
Sissysims does not have the basic knowledge of how BHAVs work. The vendor code she stole uses custom globals, (something that we always clearly indicate). Naturally, she does not seem aware of this. Anyone using her "template" (read: what did she do to my darling vendor 😭) risks getting bugs because sissy-sims is incompetent and doesn't know what she's doing
Sissysims is encouraging other people to use stolen code that she herself does not understand
This is an explicit violation of the Sun&Moon policy. And also probably why she didn't bother even mentioning us. Other "edits" she has done are credited. She chose of her own free will not to bother crediting.
If she has done it to us, who is to say she won't do it to someone else in the future?
She has a fucking merch store and clearly has aspirations to earn money from her Sims videos, monetarily profiting from - among other things - the stolen code.
So what now?
If you want to create a "kiosk", please don't use that mutilated template. Just reach out to me and I can teach you how to make a vendor. It's easier and technically set up much better than sissy's poor excuse of a "template". And if it turns out the vendor doesn't do exactly what you would like it to do, then I can help you figure out how you can code something that does tick all the boxes.
If you already made one, I kindly, humbly, request you add credit. It is quite upsetting to see my work going uncredited. Or better yet: reach out as well. The offer to teach you the vendor code to make something better is also open to you. I enjoy teaching people new things if they only ask politely and are willing to learn.
If there is enough interest, I can even release an official vendor template with instructions. Simple to work with, the only requirement being proper crediting. Let me know if you'd be interested in this.
If you're sissysims:
Reconsider your choices and most importantly:
✨May you step on a LEGO brick✨
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crescenthistory · 6 months ago
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OMG CONGRATS ON 2K!!!! I hope I get to see 20k because you absolutely deserve it! May I request a Roommate au with Barty crouch please!!
THANK YOUUUUU BUBS you're so sweet!!! the way i saw the vision for this INSTANTLY omg thank you for participating mwah<33
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i will ARGUE for prompt 12 "roommate au" with barty crouch jr.
carina's 2k celebration
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cw: pre-relationship, reference to crouch senior, cursing, physical affection
wc: 1.1k
You always knew when Barty came home.
Whether it was because he didn't realise how loud he was being or because he frankly didn't care, you weren't entirely certain yet. All you knew was that this boy you met through mutual friends when you were in the middle of a housing crisis entered into his flat as if he was escaping a war zone. Door slammed both as he opened and closed it, boots flying into walls as he kicked them off, jacket accidentally knocking the shoe horn over every day, followed by a loud curse. It did not matter if he was on top of the moon, down in the valley or completely neutral – Barty would always be loud.
It brought you a lot of grief when you first moved in together, though, to be fair, Dorcas had warned you. You still remember her exact phrasing: “I wouldn’t have subjected you to him unless I knew you needed it and could handle it.”
If you waved her off for being dramatic, then that was simply on you.
Though, you learned quickly that Barty wasn’t a terrible roommate. Apart from the major peak, which was that he was renting you one of his several vacant bedrooms in a surprisingly sizable flat in the middle of London for next to nothing, he was a rather supportive and democratic roommate. Anything he bought for the kitchen or bathroom was “free for all” as he called it, he loved handling all the stressful phone calls for maintenance or billing because he got to argue with someone for an hour and on his insisted weekly movie-nights, he let you choose almost every single time. Thus; a relatively good roommate. Not necessarily a sweet one, but you would never demand that from a stranger anyway. 
And you kept insisting that you and Barty were still strangers.
A voice in your head pointed out how contradictory that was, because when Barty entered the flat today in his usual loud manner, you could pick up that something was wrong.
You had been lounging on the settee for the past hour with a book and some neglected homework, not at all waiting for him to come home. At the sound of his entry, you stiffened in your seat, sitting up and closing your book over your fingers as concern began etching itself into your expression with a knife.
“Barty?” you called uncertainly, putting one foot down onto the floor.
He rounded the corner with his bag flung over his slumped shoulders and let out a – also loud – huff. The handsome features of his face were dragged out as the skin seemed to melt off of his face in exhaustion, yet all of his muscles seemed to be tense, holding on.
Immediately upon entering the room, Barty’s eyes met yours and seemed to melt a little. “Dragă, you won’t believe the bloody day I’ve had.”
You opened your mouth to reply, but Barty was already moving across the room, dropping his bag haphazardly on a chair and yanking off his sweater in one not-at-all-distracting move before throwing it onto the back of the sofa opposite you. 
As he walked, he seemed to relay his unbelievable day to you, worries all flowing from him with minimal hindrance. Your eyes remained thoughtfully furrowed and your attention pinned on him for reasons you chose not to investigate.
“My boss has got corporate’s boot on his neck once again and the fucker is taking it out on me, trying to criticise my paperwork when I move through twice the amount of cases as any of his other top workers.” He’s opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water, chugging it all in one go before he continued – that’s another thing you’ve noticed about Barty, he has remarkable control of his body and is able to open his throat to down pretty much any drink within seconds. 
“And then Regulus and fucking Potter – you know him, right, annoying smiley bloke? Anyway, Regulus and fucking Potter are quite literally fucking and it’s the most despicable thing I’ve seen, almost making me lose my lunch anytime we’re in the same room together.” He’s walking towards you know, making a beeline towards the other side of your settee.
“Not to mention my father won’t fucking leave me alone, he has been calling me nonstop, I’m talking – and I swear to gods, I am not exaggerating at all, Dragă – over twelve times today already. And I know it’s nothing serious, which makes it all the more infuriating–”
As Barty carries on, he plops down on the seat beside you, gesturing with his hands and distracted in his animated rant. You’ve put your book aside on the coffee table and move to angle yourself towards him to fully focus on what he has to say, when he beats you to it. Barty turns around in his seat to lay down across the settee to place his head in your lap. His left leg is slung over the back of the sofa while the other is sprawled out onto the floor, arms still gesturing wildly as he gets comfortable on the plush of your thighs.
“– he’s just trying to get a rise out of me, I know it so bloody well, and he’s still fucking successful–”
Your roommate of a few months who you still tell yourself is more or less a stranger despite knowing him well enough to understand every aspect of his current rambling has laid his head in your lap as you talk.
It felt oddly right.
Partly without thinking and partly because where else do you put your fucking hands, you let your right hand come down to comb through his hair that is slightly humid from the January mist outside. His contrasting strands of black and acid green get all mixed up at the movement, but more importantly, his face took on a calmer look.
He glanced up at you through his thick eyelashes, words dying on his lips as if he was just now seeing you and catching up with his own movements.
You can’t help the small smile that takes over your features. “Sounds like a rough day.” 
He nodded his head in your grasp, his heterochromatic eyes slightly glazed over as they stared up into yours. “Yeah,” he said, voice hoarse. “Rough day. Better now though.”
You tilted your head sideways. “Yeah?”
A slow smile began to emerge. “Yeah.”
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popcornpoppypop · 25 days ago
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Babies Love Full Moons
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Summary: Katherine and Robby welcome their baby and are reminded that they have family to help. Requested.
TW: Childbirth, tooth rotting fluff
A/N: This fic got away from me a bit, so it's a bit long. I'm a sucker for previously broken men getting their dream family. That man was meant to have babies and I'll take no arguments. Thank you. As always, no beta, edited by me and my tired eyes. The bottom gif is how I imagined him the entire fic, that stupid adoring face kills me. Sir, I need you to control those loving brown eyes before I have an MI.
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It was a slow morning in the Robinavitch house. The two inhabitants, soon to be three, were moving at a leisurely pace, neither too concerned with time. Katherine was on maternity, she had nowhere to be anyway. Robby was prolonging the inevitable.
“But if you say you’re having contractions, I get to stay home.” He sipped his coffee, watching her face break into the kind of smile that made the world stop.
“It would also be a lie. Or manifesting. I don’t want to put bad luck on our heads.” She shook her head.
“Fine, fine.” He groaned as he leaned over and kissed her, Katherine reveling in his coffee breath as it was as close as she could get to drinking it.
“I promise to let you know if anything changes.  Abbot will have your ass if he has to pull a double for no reason.” She got up and padded to the fridge, pulling a lunchbox out and handing it to Robby.
“He’d survive, probably.” He took the lunchbox as he grabbed his keys.
“Try not to be too grumpy with everyone today. The interns don’t need to deal with all that.” She kissed his cheek.
“Kit, I promise to do my best, but they somehow know the exact buttons to push.” He chuckled.
“Yeah, I know. But they have to learn to not be annoying. It’s part of the process.” She smiled, her hand absent mindedly rubbing up and down his bicep.
“Call me if anything change. I mean it,” He rested his hands on her shoulders, pushing the point further. “even if it’s a headache or just a general malaise. I want to know about it.” He made hard eye contact.
“I swear, anything happens besides a sneeze and you will know. Why are you so jumpy this morning?” Katherine crossed her arms.
“I want to know about the sneezes too,” Robby grabbed his airpods from the counter, “It sounds stupid, but it’s a full moon tonight and babies love being born on the full moon. And it’s a gut feeling.” He shrugged.
“Okay, I guess I can’t argue with crazy.” Kit chuckled.
“You married crazy.” He pulled her close, as close as possible, and kissed her.
“Dr. Robby, you can’t kiss a girl like that and leave.” She scolded.
“Oh, that is not fair.” He let out an exasperated laugh as he dropped his head into the crook of her neck.
“Go! You’re going to be late and then Abbot will send me angry texts all morning. I don’t want to deal with that.” She pushed him off her. Robby let out a loud groan as he left the house.
The Pitt was having a relatively quiet day, though no one would say those exact words. They were all just enjoying the peace. Robby had to break up a few people from gossiping in corners, the downtime poisoning their efficiency just a bit. He couldn’t be too mad, though; they never had days like this.
“When’s your paternity start?” Dana asked from her computer.
“I have been told by the boss that it starts when contractions start.” Robby sighed, his glasses sitting low on his nose.
“Gloria said that?” Dana looked up at him, shocked.
“Nope. Kit. She doesn’t want me bothering her. Thinks I’ll go stir crazy.” He said as he typed up his charts.
“Smart woman.” Dana laughed.
“I tried to get her to let me start today, but she’s too fucking virtuous. Doesn’t want to put bad luck on us and all that shit.”
“She’s trying to keep you an honest man. Tough job.” Dana jotted down notes on her tablet.
“I told her babies love being born during full moons and tonight is a full moon, but she didn’t take the bait.”  Robby scratched at the back of his neck.
“It’s a fair point. But have you stopped to think, maybe she’s trying to enjoy her last moments of autonomy?” Dana raised her eyebrows at him.
“What?” Robby pulled his glasses off.
“Think about it. Once this baby is born, there will be a person attached to her all day, every day for the foreseeable future. She will be someone’s mom before anything else. Maybe she wants to revel in still being somewhat her own person. That’s why she wants you out of the house.” Dana leaned back in her chair.
“I guess I never thought about it like that.” Robby crossed his arms, brows knitted together as he took in the information.
“Just make sure she knows, you’re going to give her space once the baby is born. Remind her that she’ll be your wife too, not just mom.” Dana gave a empathetic smile.
“Yeah, thanks.” Robby nodded.
“Um, Dr. Robby I need some help with a case in bay 4. I-I can’t get the discharge to stop.” Whitacker came running up, gloved hands held high in the air.
“let’s start by not leaving the patient with discharge seeping out of them, pressure dressing now. Go.” Robby sighed.
“Go easy, Cap. Shifts almost over. You can handle one more hour.” Dana laughed.
Robby was practically vibrating in his seat with anticipation. He was so ready to run home. The sight of Jack Abbot rolling in for his shift had him jumping up and ready to rattle off the cases.
“I don’t like you this excited, it’s like seeing a dog walk on two legs. Not natural.” Jack said as he dumped his pack at the hub.
“Give the guy a break, let him be excited for once.” Dana chuckled.
“If you two are finished, I’d like to get home to my wife.” Robby’s voice laced with snark.
“Why? Not like you’re getting any this late in the game.” Jack laughed.
“What is wrong with you?” Dana shook her head.
“Easy night, one boarding in psych, three food poisoning, four flu, one head trauma that is waiting on repeat CT and an anaphylaxis case that is here for observation.” Robby rattled off.
“Any trouble with the anaphylaxis?” Jack looked over the chart on his tablet.
“No, gave her the Benadryl and steroids and she started clearing up. No need for-” Robby’s phone buzzed in his pocket, a message from Kit.
Kit: Hey, I know you’re probably getting off. I just wanted to let you know, feeling a bit crampy. Could be nothing. Who knows. Pick up Pizza or don’t come home.
“Robby, all good?” Abbot’s voice snapped Robby back.
“Yeah. Yeah, pizza with a threat of violence. You need anything else?” Robby asked. Jack laughed and shook his head.
“Nope, you get your pizza before we never see you again. Full moon tonight.” Jack cocked his eyebrow.
“Oh I am very aware.” Robby sighed.
“Good luck, Brother. Call if you’re not coming in tomorrow. I’ll make Shen stay.” Abbot walked off as Robby grabbed his things and made for the exit.
Robby: Don’t get my hopes up. Keep an eye on it. Getting off now, will grab pizza per previous threat.
Robby didn’t actually realize how hungry he was until the hot pizza filled the car with it’s delicious aroma. If he wasn’t afraid of losing life or limb, he would have eaten a slice on the drive.
Kit: May be more than cramps. You’ll know when it’s a threat, Big Guy. :P
Robby felt his body tense a little and his footstep a little harder on the gas. He may have pulled into the driveway a little harder than usual, his breaks squealing in protest. He took a second to breathe before grabbing the pizza and going into the house.
“I made sure there was an obscene amount of mushrooms on it.” He called as he kicked his shoes off and walked into the kitchen, expecting to see Kit. When he wasn’t greeted by anyone, not even the dog, he started to get a little worried.
“Kit? Kitty?” He called into the house. He was met with a groan from the bedroom. He took off like a light toward the sounds. He found Katherine standing leaning on the dresser, her head hung low and doing her best to take deep breaths. The dog sat at her feet with a concerned look on his face and small whine as he watched over her.
“Not cramps.” She sighed.
“No, I can see that.” Robby walked over a smile on his face as he rubbed her back and kissed her shoulder.
“Pizza?” Kit asked as she lifted her, the contraction ebbing away. She wrapped her arms around Robby’s neck.
“In the kitchen. How long?” Robby’s brown, puppy dog eyes made Katherine’s stomach flip, the kindness in them took her breath away.
“Started around 2pm I think. Not anything bad so I ignored them. They got harder to ignore around 7pm. I promise, I thought it was nothing.” She said as she walked past him, heading straight for the pizza, the dog hot on her heels.
“I believe you.” He laughed as he watched her shove a slice in her face like she hadn’t eaten in days.
Robinavitch: You’re never going to guess what’s happening tonight.
“There like 15 minutes apart, I don’t think we’re going anywhere soon.” She said through a mouthful of food.
“You never know. But probably. You need to keep your fluids up too.” He said, raising his eyebrows.
Abbot: Babies love full moons, I’ll let Shen and Gloria know.
Abbot: Good luck. Take good care of her.
Abbot: Call if you need ANYTHING.
“Aren’t you Mister Popular?” Kit laughed as she moved to the couch with the pizza box.
“Just Abbot. Need to make sure they know I’m on paternity leave officially.”  Robby fell next to her with a sigh.
“He’s so nosy. He acts like he doesn’t care, but I can tell he’s just as excited as everyone else.” Kit laughed as she flipped through the channels.
“He’s got a reputation to uphold.” Robby rubbed his hand up and down her thigh.
Robby: Just a heads up, won’t be in for the next eight weeks.
“Did you put the car seat in? I feel like I remember you putting it in but I can’t really remember, ya know?” Kit asked as she settled on Bob’s Burgers.
“Put it in three days ago. Bags are packed and by the door. We are as prepared as anyone can be.” Robby smiled as he massaged the back of Kit’s neck.
Dana: Yay! Let me know when Baby Robinavitch arrives! I’m bringing food for you two. It takes a village an all that shit.
“We shouldn’t name the baby Tina, right?” Kit asked, her hand absent-mindedly rubbing her belly.
“You’ve suggested worse.” Robby chuckled as he grabbed a slice of pizza.
“We’ll know when we see them.” Kit nodded, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. Robby watched her carefully, noticing the change in energy from this morning.
“Dana said she’s bringing food over once the baby is here.” He noted.
“Oh that’s nice. We forgot to get food for us ready.” Kit snorted.
“Yeah, well, easier to feed ourselves with all the delivery stuff.” He shrugged.  Kit nodded, her hands holding her belly as she took in a sharp breath.
“Do you want me to talk you through it or should I be quiet?” Robby asked as he rubbed a hard circle at the base of her spine, trying to comfort her.
“Talk, please.” She said through gritted teeth. Robby sat up a little straighter.
“Deep, even breaths. In through your nose and out through your mouth, you’re doing great.” He told her as he kissed her shoulder.
“This kind of sucks.” Kit sighed as she fell back into the couch, her head falling all the way back.
“I know. I’m sorry. Do you want the ball? I got it ready the other day.” Robby asked, one had tracing patterns on her arm while the other caressed her belly.
“Not right now, but probably soon. My energy is getting too wired.” She shrugged.
“Let me know what you need and I will make it happen.” He smiled down at her.
“I know you will, Big Guy.” She cupped his face with her hand, rubbing a thumb across his cheek bones.
“I can’t believe it’ll be three of us this time tomorrow.” He said, the air feeling heavy in his lungs as his eyes became glassy.
“I know. The house won’t be quiet anymore. It’s kind of scary.” Kit shifted to sit up.
“We’ll be okay. We always figure it out.” He kissed her cheek.
“I called my mom today.” Kit cleared her throat. Robby sat back, searching her face for any emotion, any clue as to what she was feeling.
“Yeah? How’d that go?” He knew she had never had an easy relationship with her family, particularly her mother. But she found herself wanting to try and include them in their life as the baby grew near.
“Well, she asked if you had stuck around to the end. I told her of course you did, we’re married and everything. She asked if I wanted her here.” Kit sighed.
“What’d you say?”
“I asked if she wanted to be with us. She said it wasn’t a good time and she didn’t want to be underfoot while we figured out how to keep our lives together.” Kit shook her head.
“I’m sorry, honey.” Robby could throttle that damn woman for how she treated his wife.
“She went on to say that with the baby being yours, it would probably be born with some mental health issues. To which I told her to shut her damn mouth and show some respect to my husband. She shouted about how ungrateful I was and my kid was going to be a brat with no future, just like me.” Kit rubbed the tears from her eyes.
“You’re so much better than them. I know you wanted this baby to help change things, but maybe it’s for the best.” He pulled her to his chest.
“I wanted my mommy.” Kit said, starting to cry.
“I know.” Robby sighed, doing his bests to hold her together. “Nothing can replace your mom, but we can always have Dana come over if you need that feminine energy.” He said.
“That’s asking too much.” Kit shook her head and sat up, trying to keep from falling apart further.
“No way. Dana would love to be here, are you kidding? She’s been berating me for updates every shift! She’s family, she’d drop everything for you.” Robby dropped his head, forcing Kit to keep eye contact.
“Maybe.” She shrugged. “I’m just going to check the nursery one more time.” She changed the subject and made for the nursery. Robby didn’t push it. He pulled out his phone again and dialed Dana’s number.
“Cap? What’s going on? Everything okay?” Dana’s voice was quick and concerned.
“Everything’s fine, no fire, calm down.” Robby laughed.
“Jesus, I wasn’t expecting you to call! You never call! I thought something was wrong.” She let out an exasperated sigh.
“I know, I’m sorry. I needed to run some info by you. Are you busy?” Robby looked down the hall to make sure his wife was still out of earshot.
“Not busy. At least not for you guys tonight. What’s up?”
“Kit called her mom today.”
“Oh shit.”
“Yeah. Needless to say, it didn’t go great. I think she’s really feeling that hole right now. I told her you’d come be with her if she wanted a woman’s presence. She thinks she’s asking too much.” Robby ran a hand down his face, unsure if he was doing the right thing.
“Of course that’s not too much! I’d do anything for that girl. The way she takes care of everyone else but thinks it’s too much for us to do the same. If I ever see that mother of hers, it will be bloody.” Dana snorted.
“Maybe you can swing by under the guise of dropping off something, I don’t know. I can see her starting to break and this is the worst time for it.” Robby sighed.
“Yeah, course. I was just getting the lasagna out of the oven for youse anyway. I’ll be by in a bit.” Dana said before hanging up.
Robby walked into the nursery and saw Kit going through the drawers and looking over all the onesies. Her hands gliding over the soft fabric, admiring the colors, reveling in the fact that they would be worn soon.
“You’re hovering.” Kit didn’t look up, just smiled.
“I can’t help it. Instinct. I know you’re in labor and I can’t stop the primal man brain from worrying.” Robby shrugged.
“You should shower. Who knows when you’ll get to next.” She noted.
“I’ll get to it. I’m making sure you’re okay.” He cocked his head, watching as she closed the drawer and turned to face him. She had been crying again; he could see the redness in her eyes.
“What if…what if I turn into her?” Her voice cracking. Robby took in a sharp breath as if the words had punched him in the chest.
“My love, I can assure you that you will not be like her.” He said as he moved to stand in front of her, cupping her face in his hands.
“What if it’s genetic and I can’t escape it?” She couldn’t look up.
“Kitty, I have seen how hard you care. I have seen you take care of every person that you come across, strangers on the street sometimes! You have more compassion and kindness in one eyelash than that woman has in her whole body.” He tucked her hair behind her ears.
“Sometimes, I feel myself get angry and it scares me. I don’t want to be like them.”
“I know. But being angry sometimes doesn’t mean you are. It’s okay to be angry, it’s what you do with it that makes the difference. I’ve never seen you take your anger out on anyone, I wish you’d stop taking it out on yourself.” He smiled down at her.
“I love you.” She reached up and kissed him.
“I love you too.” He caressed her back.
Kit took a deep breath, wrapping her arms around Robby’s neck and burying her face in the crook of it, moaning as the pain took over.
“You’re doing great, love. Good breaths.” He said as he put counter-pressure on her hips. She moaned into his neck, he felt the tears hit his skin. The doorbell went off and the dog started barking.
“who’s that?” Kit groaned.
“Don’t worry about it, you just focus on breathing.” He told her. He held her until the contraction passed.
“I thought everyone knew what was happening.” Kit breathed, the dog still barking.
“They do.” Robby went to get the door. “Hawkey! Stop!” He scolded the dog. He opened the door for Dana, hands full of more food than he was expecting.
“Hey Robinavtich family! I come with the gift of carbs!” She smiled as she let herself in.
“Dana? I thought you were coming tomorrow?” Kit asked, shooting Robby a killer look. Robby put his hands in the air in surrender.
“I got too antsy waiting at home. Thought you might want some company from someone who's done this before.” She went over and pulled Kit into a tight hug.  “This one let slip that you might need a woman around.” She nodded her head to Robby.
“That was very presumptuous of him.” Kit snapped.
“Aw, he’s just looking out for you, kid.” She chuckled. “Besides, isn’t it better to have another pair of hands when things get crazy?”
“You have a family to take care of, too.” Kit shook her head.
“They’ll keep. My husband is more than capable of keeping one teenager in line for a while. As much as anyone can. But if you really want me to go, I won’t force ya.”
“Well, you’re already here.” Kit shrugged.
“Thought so.” Dana wrapped an arm around her shoulder and brought her to the couch. Robby followed, getting the dog and putting him on his bed.
“I’m here for moral support. I’ll let the big guy do all the coaching and such. You just yell for what you need and I’ll get it.” Dana smiled.
“Well, since you’re here now, Robby can go shower.” Kit winked at him.
“That sounds like a great idea. Cap?”
“I don’t smell that bad.” Robby shook his head.
“Ya know, I used to think that too. But since I haven’t been in the hospital for a while, there is a smell. Antiseptic, metallic. Maybe it’s the pregnancy making me pick up on it.” Kit laughed.
“Okay, okay! I surrender. I’ll shower. Yell, if you need me. I mean it.” He pointed at both women.
“We’ll be fine.” Dana waved him off. “So, how far into the panic have ya got?” Dana turned to face Kit.
“I-uh, what?”
“Oh sweetie. Everyone panics. They all say it’s something to do with adrenaline and hormones, but it’s more than that. We were raised by our parents and it’s every new parents worst fear that they’ll turn into them. Honestly, most don’t, but it’s a real fear until you get into the groove of it.” Dana said.
“I’m so fucking scared I’ll be like her. I’d never forgive myself.” Kit felt her hands start to shake.
“Honey, I met that woman once and I can say with my whole chest that you are nothing like her. I’ve seen a lot people have babies that had no right to be parents and you and Robby are two of the few people I truly believe should be.” Dana smiled.
“Thank you I-” Kit was cut off as the pain crashed over her.
“Easy, you got it.” Dana consoled.
Robby hadn’t showered faster in his life. He felt like the second he stepped into the water, something was going to go wrong. The fact that he couldn’t keep his eyes on Kit made his anxiety rise like his blood pressure. He threw on his sweats and a t-shirt and was about to go back out when something made him stop. God, he hoped he didn’t fuck this up like his dad.
“Hey, everything okay?” He smiled as he came back out.
“Yeah, I’m an emergency room charge nurse with over 20 years under my belt. I think I can handle a healthy woman in labor, Cap.” Dana laughed, her glasses on the end of her nose as she braided Kit’s hair.
“Wow, I forgot how snarky you get off the clock.” Robby quipped.
“You’re not the boss here.” She smiled.
“Baby, can you get the yoga ball? My hips are getting tight, starting to bother me.” Katherine sighed.
“Course, I’ll get you a Gatorade too.” He kissed her cheek and left the room.
“Such service. I need me one of them.” Dana laughed.
“I can’t complain. Though he does leave his underwear on the floor next to the hamper. But I’ll train him out of it one day.” Kit chuckled.
“Let me know how you do it, mine still does it.” Dana patted her shoulder. “All done, sweetheart.”
“Thanks for doing that. It’s harder to reach behind myself these days.”
“I’m not as good as you, but it’ll hold.” Dana smiled.
“Oh, I never braid my hair.”
“But, you’re always coming in with perfect braids. Straight out of a YouTube tutorial.” Dana looked at her, confused.
“That would be me.” Robby came back in, winking at Dana.
“You’re shitting me.” She scoffed.
“Nope. I braid her hair most mornings.” He said, handing the Gatorade to Kit.
“Why?”
“Because she asks.” He shrugs. “And it’s good for dexterity, keeps my hands from getting too stiff.” He helped Kit get on the giant yoga ball, keeping her steady while she got comfortable.
“You are full of surprises, Robinavitch.” Dana got up and went to the kitchen.
“You feeling okay?” Robby knelt next to Kit, rubbing her back.
“Yeah, tired. The contractions are getting longer, which I know is a good thing but sucks. I’m anxious to be over with this but at the same time I don’t feel ready. But how does anyone feel ready for this and my body is on fire and I’m nauseous and hungry all at the same time. I want to scream but also cry and also neither. So, ya know, fine.” Kit muttered out in one breath. Robby stared at her for a long moment, unsure where to start.
“Well, that’s all normal.”
“I know that’s normal, I’m doctor too Michael.” Kit snapped.
“Yep, nope, sorry. Wrong thing to say.” Robby rubbed the back of his neck.
“Oh my god, what was that? I don’t do that! Why am I acting like this?” Kit’s hands flew to cover her mouth in shock.
“Hey, it’s okay. Honey, you’re body and mind are going through war right now. I’m not taking offense to anything. Okay? If you need to snap and yell at me to get through this, then I can take it.” He massaged her thigh.
“I don’t want to be those women who bite their husbands' heads off. I want to be rational and normal!” Kit threw her hands in the air.
“Honey, rational and normal don’t exist when you’re going through labor.” Dana came over and put a plate of watermelon in front of her. “Eat, it’s good for nausea.” She nodded as she disappeared again.
“She’s right.” Robby smiled.
“Ugh! I hate this- Oh my god…” Her voice trailed off into a low moan as she grabbed onto Robby’s shoulders.
“You’re doing so good, Kit.” He said, her groans getting louder, tears falling down her face. Robby reached up to wipe them from her face when he heard a low growl from next to him.
“Haweye! Out!” Kit snapped. The dog didn’t move.
“My fucking dog and he’s going to bite me for you. If that isn’t fucked up I don’t know what is.” Robby chuckled.
“Fuck! Michael!” Kit yelled, the pain overwhelming her.
“You’re okay, I’m right here.” He told her, putting pressure on her hips. “Follow my breaths.” He said as he put her hand on his chest and started breathing slowly. Hawkeye started growling more.
“Buddy, I need you to not do this right now.” Robby tried to reason with the dog.
“He always liked me better.” Kit sighed as the contraction ended.
“Everyone likes you better.” He smiled, kissing her hand.
“What should I do with him?” Dana asked.
“I’m going to take him to the neighbor. She’s a vet, said they’d watch him for us. We knew this was a possibility.” Robby sighed as he gathered some of the dog’s things. “I’ll be right back.” He said as he grabbed Hawkeye and ran out the door.
“What do you need, hun?” Dana rubbed circles on her back.
“This to be over.” Kit cried.
“I know sweetheart. Soon. You’re already up to eleven minutes apart.” She informed her. Robby came sprinting back into the house out of breath.
“Rachel says hi.” Robby cleared his throat as he came back over.
“I’m sorry he growled at you.” Kit’s voice cracked as she lolled her head back and forth, stretching her neck muscles.
“He’s doing his job. Keeping you safe, he thought I was doing it.” He stood behind her and started kneading her neck muscles.
Robby did his best to be present and not worry about what was to come. He did everything that Katherine asked of him: Knead the muscles of her back, counter pressure to her hips, not touch her, not stop touching her, wipe the sweat off her forehead, dance through the contractions with her. If she needed it, he did it. Dana ran around them making sure anything needed was in arms reach and offering encouragement the one time Robby went to the bathroom.
“Good, Kit. Nice deep breaths, keep control of your breathing.” Robby was holding her up as she draped herself on top of him, swaying them back and forth.
“Ugh, it won’t end!” Kit cried, her grip on the back of Robby’s shirt tightened, her knuckles going white.
“It will, Honey. Getting longer means you’re closer. Blow the exhale out, focus on controlling the breaths.” He said, looking over to Dana and mouthing How far apart? To which she replied 9 minutes. Robby’s heart skipped a beat.
“It’s getting so hard.” Kit tried to catch her breath as the contraction ebbed away.
“Kitty, you’re at 9 minutes apart. The plan was to head in around 10 minutes.” Robby tucked a loose strand behind her ear.
“I wanted to wait until my water broke, I don’t want to be there longer than I have to.” She sighed.
“We can wait a bit longer if you want. I’ll have to pull the doctor/husband card here and say no later than six minutes.” Robby warned her.
“No, let’s just go now. I just had a flash of you delivering the baby on the side of the road and it freaked me out.” Kit sighed.
“Yeah, best to avoid giving birth in the backseat.” Dana smiled.
“Will you stay with her while I get everything in the car?” Robby asked, running off before getting his answer.
“You’re going to start seeing panicked Robby. Enjoy it, pretty funny.” Dana laughed as she held onto Kit.
“Why does he run like that?” They watched Robby grabbing bags and running in and out of the house.
“Gotta be something wrong with his knees.” Dana shrugged.
“You don’t have to come with us. It’s gonna be a horror movie from here out.” Kit laughed.
“If you want your privacy, I’ll respect that. But if you do actually want me there and you don’t say, well, I’ll be upset then.” Dana smiled.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve such a beautiful friend.” Kit wiped the stray tears from her face.
“Oh don’t get soft on me kid.” Dana chuckled, trying to hide her glassy eyes.
“I think we’ll want our privacy though. I’m not keen on that many people having that image of my vagina in their heads.” Kit laughed.
“Okay, I’ll make sure this place is ready for ya. You call me the second you’re ready for visitors. I expect to be the first one.” She scolded.
“I p-promise, oh fuck…” Kit groaned hanging onto Dana.
“You’re doing great, you hang onto me if you need.” Dana kept her on her feet.
“So much fucking pressure!” She yelled. Robby was running back inside when Kit cried out.
“What? What happened!?” He came barreling around the corner.
“My fucking water broke on Dana’s shoes!” Kit’s face was beet red.
“Honey, these shoes have seen much worse. Let’s get you cleaned up and in the car. Okay?” Dana guided her to the closet seat.
“Fuck, Michael.” Kit looked up at him dazed.
“Yeah.” He gave a breathy chuckle as he brought the baby wipes over and cleaned up her legs.
“This is actually happening.” Kit shook her head in disbelief.
“Hey. We’ve got this. Okay? I promise.” He held her face in his hand.
“Alright love birds, let’s get you in the car. I’ll clean this up, don’t worry about it.” Dana said, her nurse voice coming out of nowhere.
“Remind me to never be one of your patients.” Robby chuckled.
“My patient satisfaction scores are great.” Dana scoffed as she helped him walk Kit to the car.
“Thank you, seriously.” Robby pulled her into a quick hug.
“It’s what we do. You take care of her, I want pictures the second you two stop crying.” She smiled and waved them off.
“Do you want the playlist on?” Robby asked as he fiddled with the radio.
“don’t care.” Kit huffed.
“You okay?” Robby’s head snapped to look at her.
“There’s no buffer now. It’s sharper.” Kit groaned, clinging onto Robby’s bicep.
“We’ll be there in five minutes.” He told her, letting her dig her nails into his skin.
They arrived at the front entrance of the hospital, the valet taking care of the car. At least Gloria let them use the valet, not that they had any other good benefits, Robby thought. They were settled into a private room with Kit gowned up and hooked to the monitors.
“You want your robe? You’re shivering.” Robby noted.
“It’s cold in here.” Kit nodded. Robby grabbed the fluffy pink robe from one of the bags and wrapped her up.
“I put your electrolytes in the water bottle.” Robby handed her the bottle.
“Thank you. Do you need anything?” She looked up at him with her big doe eyes and his whole soul melted.
“How are you asking me that right now? Honey, I’m fine. Today is about what you need. You don’t need to be worried about me.” He kissed her, dumbfounded at how she chose him.
“I always want to take care of you.” She sighed.
The closer it got to the baby being born, the more nervous Robby got. He was doing his best to downplay it and focus on Katherine. He was pretty sure that she could tell anyway.
“You’re doing great! Kit, you’ve got this!” Robby held her hand as she yelled through another contraction.
“Oh fuck, Michael!” Kit’s eyes went wide.
“Baby, what is it? What’s going on?” Robby brushed the hair from her face, trying to get her to focus.
“I-I think I’m pushing. I didn’t mean…yeah, get the OB. Now!” Kit barked. Robby slammed the call button.
“It’s okay, listen to your body. If you have to push, go for it.” He said, waiting for anyone to answer the call.
“Dr. Robinavitch, how can-”
“Get Dr. Smith, she’s pushing.” Robby snapped at the nurse's laissez-faire attitude. The nurse nodded and ran off. Robby ran over to the wall, grabbing some gloves and running back.
“Is this too fast? I can’t fucking tell anymore!” Kit groaned.
“Nope, not too fast. Good vitals, everything is going great. Kit, I’m going to check how close you are.” Robby said.
“Don’t use your doctor voice on me, I hate it!” Kit cried, gripping the guard rails.
“Kitty, you’re doing great. I can feel the head, okay. When you have a contraction, chin to your chest and push.” Robby said.
“Dr. Robinavitch, I didn’t think you wanted to do the delivery.” Dr. Smith smiled as she walked in followed by three nurses bringing in supplies.
“I don’t! Thank fuck! I got nervous for a second there, Smith.” Robby sighed as he took his gloves off and moved to hold Kit’s hand.
“Well, Katherine, you’re baby is eager to get here. Let’s get you propped up.” Dr. Smith said as she put her gown on. One of the nurses moved to prop the head of the bed up.
“Thank God it’s almost over!” Kit groaned. She latched onto Robby’s hand as she started pushing again.
“You’re doing great, Kit. Keep going, good! Okay, rest!” Robby cheered her on.
“I’m never doing this again!” Kit yelled.
“Never, I swear.” Robby chuckled as he kissed her temple.
“Try and hold that push for ten seconds.” Dr. Smith said as she settled between Katherine’s legs.
“You want to do this!?” Kit barked. Everyone laughed.
“Oh, I have three kids. I’ve done this plenty. That’s how I know you can do this too, Katherine.” Dr. Smith’s kind eyes smiled, her mask obscuring her face.
“Michael!” Katherine yelled, overwhelmed and unsure of herself, seeking something to ground her.
“I’m here, I’m right here. Not going anywhere. Deep breath, push!” Robby held onto her hand, the other supporting her neck as she pushed.
“…6,7,8,9,10! Relax, breathe!” Robby wiped the sweat from her forehead.
“You’re nearly there Katherine. I know it’s a lot, but baby is almost at a full crown.” Dr. Smith adjusted the light.
“You’re almost there, honey.” Robby kissed her cheek. Katherine nodded, looking up at him and breaking his heart.
“Nice, big push for me Katherine.” Dr. Smith instructed and Katherine begrudgingly complied. She screamed as Robby did his best to comfort her. He hated how helpless he felt. He wasn’t used to being on the sidelines. When people hurt, he helped. He couldn’t do anything but offer words. It was eating him alive.
“Alright, next push and baby will be here!” Dr. Smith announced.
“You’re such a fucking superstar.” Robby kissed Katherine’s head.
“Fuck!” Katherine screamed as she pushed again. Robby cheered her on as he looked over the drapes on her legs to see the baby slide into Dr. Smith’s hands. His heart stopped at the sight. He looked up at Katherine who had wide eyes, tears falling silently down her cheeks.
“You’re amazing, you’re so fucking amazing!” He smiled, kissing her face all over.
“Michael…” Kit looked off at the warmer.
“Everything okay, Dr. Smith?” Robby’s voice cracked.
“They aren’t crying. Why aren’t they crying!?” Kit yelled.
“Give them some time, it can take a second.” One of the nurses who was cleaning Kit up told them.
“Dr. Smith!” Robby barked.
“Robby, I’m working!” She snapped.
“Michael.” Kit sobbed. Robby wrapped her up in his arms.
“It’s okay, they’ll be okay.” He told her and himself. The next fifteen seconds felt like hours. The room was suddenly filled with a harsh cry, sending both Robby and Kit into hysterical sobs.
“She was being as stubborn as her father, it seems.” Dr. Smith smiled as she brought the baby over and laid her on Kit’s chest.
“Sorry.” Robby said, not looking up from the baby.
“No apology needed. You have a healthy little girl. Congratulations.” She smiled.
“Oh my god.” Kit’s voice barely audible.
“She’s perfect. She looks like you.” Robby sobbed.
“Don’t scare us like that again, little one.” Kit scolded the baby, a smile plastered across her face.
“Do you two have a name?” One of the nurses asked.
“She needs strong women to look up to. I think it should be after your grandmother.” Kit looked up at Robby. As if his heart wasn’t already aching with love, it still found more room.
“Abigail?” His voice cracked.
“Abigail Robinavitch.” Kit played with the sounds.
“What about a middle name?” the nurse asked.
“The only woman that’s ever taken care of me is Dana.” Kit’s voice cracked.
“Abigail Dana Robinavitch. It’s perfect. She’s going to lose it when she finds out.” Robby laughed.
“What a perfect little name for a perfect little girl.” Kit sang to the baby.
They all stayed like that in a perfect little world for an hour before, Katherine couldn’t stay awake any longer. The baby was taken to the nursery for sleep. Robby dozed off here and there, but kept waking up to check on Kit. He knew the nursery nurses and he hadn’t met one that didn’t keep the closest eye on every patient. They often scared him. He worried, but knew it was instinct and not needed. Kit, he knew he had to watch. He’d seen the statistics of mothers dying because no one listened.
When breakfast rolled around, the tray of cafeteria food made Katherine cry. Robby was sent to get McDonald's. He decided to walk through the ER, he wanted to show off a little.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in.” Abbot perked up seeing Robby.
“Dr. Robby! How’s Dr. R?” Mel came rushing over.
“Everyone is good, healthy, and getting rest.” He announced to the small group gathering.
“Do you have pictures?” Princess begged.
“Yep, do not drop my phone.” He warned as he handed it over to them.
“What’s her name?” Javadi asked.
“Abigail.” He smiled. Jack wrapped him in a rough hug, patting his back.
“You did good, man. She's doing okay?”
“Yeah. Man, she was a star. I don’t know how I got this fucking lucky.” Robby sighed.
“Neither do I.” Abbot chuckled.
“Alright, phone, please. If I don’t deliver breakfast hot, I fear I will lose a limb.” Robby took the phone back.
“When can we come say hi?” Perlah asked.
“Later. They both need rechecks and Dana called first dibs.” Robby smiled, seeing how excited everyone was. It was a nice reminder of how big their family was.
“Your Mcgriddle and hashbrowns, my love.” Robby handed the bag to Kit who immediately started devouring the food.
“If I wasn’t so sore, I’d take you right now.” She smiled.
“Wow, that’s dedication.” Robby chuckled.
“Dana is on her way. How was downstairs?” Kit asked.
“They were very excited to see pictures. Asked when they could come up. We’ll have to figure out rotations.” Robby sat next to her.
Jack Rabbit: Good job, KitKat. I’ll be up before I leave.
“What a softy.” Kit laughed her phone.
“Jack?” Robby asked, Kit nodded. “Only for you.” He laughed. There was a knock at the door as the nurse rolled the crib into the room. Robby jumped up and grabbed the baby.
“I may want to hold her at some point, just saying.” Kit chuckled.
“Naw, she’s mine now. You had her for nine months. We’ve got time to catch up on.” Robby gave a curt nod.
“I can’t move without searing pain, so I won’t fight you yet.” She threatened.
“I think I can take you.” He said as he bounced the baby. 
"She's got your eyes, Michael." Kit smiled, watching her man swaying with her baby in his arms. "They'll be those big, brown doe eyes before we know it."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Only because I could never say no to those eyes. Those eyes got us in this mess." Kit let out a contented sigh. Robby gave her a soft smile.
There was a knock at the door and Dana’s head poked in.
“Everyone decent?” She asked.
“Yes, all bits are covered,” Kit said. Dana came barreling in and wrapped her up in a tight hug.
“I was more worried about him.” She chuckled. “I heard you were a superstar. Knew you would be.” She smiled.
“I’m always an A+ student.” Kit laughed.
“Alright, let me see that baby.” Dana smiled as she got up and went over to Robby.
“Careful, he’s barely let me hold her.” Kit winked at him. Robby scoffed as he handed the baby to Dana.
“Oh wow, yeah, that’s a good baby.” Dana laughed. “She’s beautiful. You two did good.” She smiled. Robby sat next to Kit, wrapping his arm around her. “Her name is Abigail.” Robby said.
“Abigail Robinavitch. You are going to do great things.” Dana hummed to the baby.
“Abigail Dana Robinavitch, actually.” Kit smiled. Dana stopped and looked up at them with glassy eyes.
“We wanted her to have strong women to look up to.” Robby said, his voice giving his emotion away.
“Well, isn’t that something?” Dana’s voice shook. “I know she’ll do us all proud.” Dana smiled. “Come take your baby before I cry all over it.” Dana laughed as Robby jumped up and grabbed the baby, putting her back in the crib.
“Room for one more?” Jack barged his way in.
“Not even a knock? I could have had a tit out.” Kit threw her hands in the air.
“I’ve seen worse.” He snorted. “I wanted to stop by before I went home to pass out.” He said, going to give Kit a kiss on the cheek.
“Well, since you’re both here, no more convenient time to tell you that you’re the godparents.” Robby said.
“How unceremonious.” Kit shot Robby a look.
“I hate ceremony.” Jack snorted.
“You’re supposed to say that you're honored and things like that.” Dana elbowed him.
“You cried on the baby, didn’t you?” Jack laughed. “Of course, I’m honored. I expected it, but I’m happy to do it.” He said, patting Robby on the back.
“I didn’t cry on the baby.” Dana muttered.
“Oh thank god she looks like KitKat. I was worried.” Jack said.
“Easy.” Robby warned.
“She’s damn near perfect. Smith said she made you two panic when she was born.” Jack raised an eyebrow.
“Why are you talking to my OB?”
“We ran into each other on the elevator. Longest 20 seconds of your life or what?”
“She’s already got the Robinavitch stubbornness.” Kit rolled her eyes.
“She’ll fit right in.” Jack said as he picked her up, the baby fussed before settling quickly in his arms.
“How did you do that?” Dana asked, looking dumbfounded.
“Babies love me. I have a general calm and steadfast demeanor that they respond to.” Jack said as he bounced with the baby. “We’re gonna cause so much chaos together, right, Abby? Yeah, you already got that look in your eye.” Jack nodded to the baby.
“You can’t start teaching her tactical airway until ten at least.” Kit chuckled.
“Yeah, yeah.” Jack rolled his eyes. “Your mom doesn’t need to know about our shenanigans.” He smiled at her. They all watched in awe. Jack never really let himself be soft around anyone. This little girl was already melting him.
“She’s already smarter than most of management.” Dana chuckled as she walked over and peered over Jack’s shoulder.
“Like that’s hard.” Jack snorted, running a hand over Abigail’s soft hair. “She’s already smiling.”
“That is not possible.” Dana scoffed.
“No, she is. She already knows good comedy when she hears it.” Jack smirked.
“Or she needs a diaper change.” Dana laughed.
“Two things can be right at the same time.” Jack huffed.
Kit and Robby finally felt at ease, all the anxiety washing away. Seeing that they wouldn’t have to do this alone, they had family to help. They would be okay.
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homunculus-argument · 1 month ago
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Ok I prommy this isn't another incident of me asking for ideas and then rejecting every single one of them, but does anyone have ideas of how to tie decorative elements of moths, stars, crescent moons, padlocks and keys under one cohesive distinct theme?
I started with moths, I suppose with the idea that the theme would expand naturally to some direction over time, and so far my jewelry things and such now also feature stars, moons, and for happenstance reasons also several padlock-shaped pendants and one (1) key-shaped one, so I don't feel like it's sensible to fight against something that seems to accumulate naturally.
So currently the vague theme is "a place that's been locked, at night", but it'd be fun to hone it into something Distinct, even if nobody else can pinpoint exactly what the vibe is supposed to be. I have the petrichor scent perfume I got, which doesn't smell exactly the same as petrichor does in Finland, but still definitely has the smell of damp earth and wet leaves to it - my boyfriend described that it smells like stepping into an abandoned house when it's raining.
I feel like there's gotta be some lightning strike epiphany about The Exact Thing eventually, and after that it's going to be that much easier to start honing for it.
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