#however it annoys me a bit how often they need to use the bathroom

[hellodahliah]

curious question:

what is your favourite club that came with get together? why is it your favorite club?

If you have created clubs yourself, what kind of club did you create?

[lixiepixiedust]

hurt people hurt people

pairing — idolbf!felix x f!reader; established relationship

word count — 3.4k words

warnings — she/her reader, hurt/comfort, argument between reader and felix, angst, fluff, happy ending, cursing, felix just wants to hold someone again, members are kind of mean but i promise it's not targeted against them :(

summary — after his experiences, he learnt one thing. they'll only like him better if he's not himself. he thought you were one of them so he acted different around you too, but really, he just ended up hurting you how he was hurt.

Felix has always been known to be the most cuddly member in Stray Kids. Taking the opportunity whenever he could, he would leap onto his fellow members, catching them off guard while they were busy with something. However, it was no secret that, more often than not, these moments were mostly for his own comfort.

Despite his genuine intentions, there were times when some of his members found it hard to reciprocate the clinginess. During down times, they preferred to be alone to gather their thoughts, yet Felix always found comfort in hugs to help.

"You've got to ease up a bit, Felix. Clinging to people like glue is starting to become annoying," one of his members once told him.

After this conversation, it seemed like the rest of the members started gaining the confidence to express their feelings about Felix's behaviour, resulting them to distance themselves whenever he tried to initiate contact. Although Felix understood their perspective, it still stung. All the times they hugged him back or told him he made them feel better with his cuddles. It was like everything was insincere. 

Felix decided to change. He never did anything more than a high five, and during late-night drives from shows, he tried his best not to fall asleep on his members to avoid annoying them. Gradually, he noticed a change in his members' behaviour—they began liking him more, including him in conversations without the need for him to include himself.

Feeling a sense of inclusion, Felix decided that was how it should stay. He realized that keeping it this way could make people like him more. And just like that, he became the least cuddly member.

When you came into his life, he was met with an exact copy of his old self. Whenever he was on a call or doing work, you always found the need to pounce onto him and nestle yourself into him. He has gotten used to not having to be affectionate his people so it was weird to see someone who actually initiated contact first for once. This led him to being slightly distant from you.

"Felix!" you called from the bathroom.

"Yea? You okay?" he responded from the bedroom nearby.

"Could you grab me a towel?" you requested.

You heard him rise from the bed, making his way to the closet for a bath towel. As he approached, you shivered in the cold air, a stark contrast to the warm shower you had just enjoyed. He extended the towel toward you, his attention fully focused on the phone in his hand.

"Thanks, Lix," you said, offering a smile.

"Yeah," he replied, still glancing away.

After Felix headed to the room first, claiming his usual spot on the bed, you decided to indulge in your nighttime skincare routine. The soft glow from the bathroom light illuminated your face as you moisturized, then moved to the dresser to brush your hair. With your hair now smooth and untangled, you turned off the bathroom light and left the bathroom.

As you made your way to the bed, you noticed Felix lying there, scrolling through his phone. Quietly, you leaned over and switched off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. Felix, still buried in his phone, didn't notice your approach until you leaped onto the bed and sprawled out beside him. You propped yourself up on your elbow, peeking at his screen with a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Whatcha doin'?" you inquired, your voice playful.

Felix, startled by your sudden intrusion, glanced at you and smiled. "Just some stuff for work. What's up?"

You scooted closer, ignoring the amused yet puzzled look he gave you. "Nothing much. Just wondering why my boyfriend is so engrossed in his phone when he has someone as interesting as me right here."

"You're always interesting, Y/n. I just got caught up in some messages."

You grinned, appreciating his response. "Fair enough. But you know, you can put that down for a while." With that, you snatched his phone, earning a gasp from Felix.

"Hey!" He took it back from you.

You chuckled and leaned in, resting your head on his shoulder. "I just did my skincare, and my skin is feeling so soft. Wanna feel?"

Felix raised an eyebrow, fake disgust on his face. "Do I?" he repeated, his tone teasing.

You reached for his hand and guided it to your cheek. "Feel it. I used that fancy moisturizer you got me."

Felix hesitated for a moment, then ran his fingers over your skin. "Hmm, not bad," he admitted, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Despite Felix's initial engagement in your conversation, you felt him subtly shifting his attention back to his phone. However, this time, instead of feeling a sense of rejection, you decided to playfully address it.

"Alright, Mr. Busy, I see how it is," you rolled your eyes.

Felix looked up, a sheepish smile on his face. "Sorry, babe. Emails keep coming in."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah. I know your phone is practically glued to your hand. Do you even love me anymore?" you said dramatically.

"Of course I love you." His eyes swiftly looked at you then back at his phone.

You grinned, satisfied with his response. "Good, because I happen to love you too, even if you always act like your scared of me or something whenever I touch you."

Felix's expression shifted slightly, and you couldn't help but notice a hint of hurt in his eyes as they slowly gazed at you. It dawned on you that your playful remark might have struck a chord. You quickly backtracked, realizing that your attempt at humor might have unintentionally crossed a line.

"Well, not that it's bad or anything" you spoke quickly.

The room fell into an awkward silence, and you could feel the tension lingering in the air. Desperate to diffuse the situation, you attempted to switch the topic, rambling on about the colors gold and silver and how they complemented Felix's style.

You reach out to the necklace and fiddle with it between your fingers. "Oh by the way, Felix, I was thinking, do you think gold or silver looks better on you? I mean, you always wear those silver earrings, but gold has this warm tone that might suit you too. Not that silver doesn't look amazing, it does, but have you ever tried gold?"

Your words seemed to hang in the air, met with only silence from Felix. He kept his gaze fixed on the phone, fingers tapping away, seemingly lost in the messages or emails that occupied his attention.

"Or maybe a combination of both could work? Like, a subtle mix of gold and silver accessories. You know, they say mixing metals is a fashion statement. What do you think? Felix?"

Again, no response. Your attempt at a one-sided conversation continued, the one-sidedness becoming increasingly apparent.

"I mean, you always look good in anything, so I guess it doesn't really matter. But it's just a thought, you know? I was just thinking about how your style could evolve. Not that it needs to change! You're perfect just the way you are, but you know, I just thought..."

"Y/n, can you stop?" Felix's voice cut through the silence, and you lifted your head from his chest to meet his gaze. 

Confusion etched across your face as you asked, "What?"

Felix looked at you, his expression a mix of frustration and contemplation. For a moment, he hesitated, as if debating whether to voice the thoughts that lingered in his mind. Finally, he spoke, "This... all of this. Can't we just have a quiet moment without you sticking to me or talking this much?"

Your brows furrowed, caught off guard by his sudden request. "Is this because of what I said? If it was I'm sorry."

Felix's eyes flickered with a mixture of annoyance and something else you couldn't quite decipher. "It's not just about what you said. It's about the constant need for attention. I can't even have a moment to myself without you clinging onto me."

You recoiled slightly, hurt evident in your eyes. "I just wanted to spend time with you."

"You're suffocating me," he retorted, his tone sharper than before.

"Suffocating? Felix, we're in a relationship. Couples spend time together. I thought that's what we were doing," you defended.

He sighed, frustration evident in his voice. "There's spending time together, and then there's this constant need for validation. I can't even check my messages without you turning it into a drama."

You felt a knot forming in your stomach, a mix of confusion and hurt. "I never meant to. I just wanted to be close to you. What's so wrong about that?"

Felix sat up, his eyes locking onto yours. "Because it's too much! Can't you see that? I need space, Y/n. I can't be your source of constant entertainment."

The tension in the room escalated, and you could feel the weight of his words settling in. "I didn't think wanting to be close to my boyfriend was asking for too much," you muttered, more to yourself than to him.

Unknown to you, in his mind, Felix was wrestling with the contrast between your actions and his past self.

If I was always like this with the members, what must they have felt? Or did they just tolerate it to spare my feelings? he thought. Maybe they needed space, just like I do now. But I never gave it to them. I never thought about how they felt. All the times I thought I was comforting them was just me comforting myself.

As these thoughts swirled in his mind, he looked back at you.

Felix's frustration grew, evident in the way he raked a hand through his hair. "I need time for myself, and I thought you'd understand that."

"I do understand, Felix," you replied, your voice quivering.

He shook his head, the frustration in his eyes deepening. "No, you don't, Y/n. You never understand."

The words hung in the air, a heavy silence settling between you. It felt like a punch to the gut, the realization that the person you loved needed something you couldn't provide at that moment.

He sighed, a mix of regret and frustration in his eyes. "We all need to compromise in a relationship. It can't always be about what one person wants."

It can't always be what one person wants. That was something I should've kept in mind all those years of being a fuckin annoying ass.

"I'm not asking for much, just a little affection," you said, your voice pleading.

Felix shook his head, frustration evident in his expression. "It's not about affection, it's about balance. And right now, it feels like there's no balance."

The argument hung in the air, and you could see the emotional exhaustion on Felix's face. It was clear that, in his attempt to avoid the clinginess he experienced with his past self, he swung too far in the opposite direction.

You sat in silence for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in. "So, what now?" you finally asked, your voice small.

Felix ran a hand through his hair, looking conflicted. "I don't know, Y/n. Maybe we need some time to figure things out. I just need space right now. I think it would be best for both of us."

Tears welled up in your eyes as Felix's words echoed in the dimly lit room. The air felt heavy with unspoken tension, and you struggled to find the right words to convey the hurt that was gnawing at your heart.

"I'm sorry, Felix," you whispered, your voice shaky. "I didn't mean to make you feel suffocated."

Felix sighed, his expression softening slightly at the sound of your remorse. "Y/n, I need to figure things out too. We both do."

You nodded, a mixture of sadness and understanding in your eyes. "I get it."

As you spoke, a single tear trickled down your cheek, and you hastily wiped it away. The vulnerability of the moment weighed on you, making it difficult to maintain composure.

"I never wanted to be a burden, Felix," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry."

Without another word, you got up from the bed, leaving the room in a quiet haste. As you closed the door behind you, you leaned against it, taking a moment to collect yourself. The weight of uncertainty lingered in the air, and you couldn't shake the feeling of doubt that crept into your mind. It stung. All the times he hugged you back or told you that you made him feel better by simply cuddling him. It was like everything was fake.

As you reached a more secluded part of the apartment, you sank onto the floor, your emotions finally overwhelming you. Tears streamed down your face, and you cradled your face in your hands, grappling with the ache of a love that seemed to be slipping away. 

The thing that hurt the most was how you were so blind to his feelings? The moments when he pulled away or tensed up, you brushed them aside, thinking he was just having a bad day or was in a strange mood. Now, it became painfully clear that you had been disregarding his boundaries, forcing him into a role he wasn't comfortable playing.

As you sat alone in the dimly lit living room, the guilt twisted your insides. How could you have been so blind and selfish? Your attempts to draw him closer were, in reality, pushing him further away. You always thought whenever he would push away from you or ignore your affection, he was just trying to joke around. The thought of him feeling uncomfortable with you became a bitter pill to swallow.

You wondered if he had ever truly enjoyed those moments or if he had only tolerated them to avoid hurting your feelings. The pain of realizing that your actions might have caused him discomfort gnawed at you, and you felt a sinking sensation in your chest.

The apartment was enveloped in a heavy silence, broken only by the soft sobs that escaped your lips. Unbeknownst to you, Felix had eventually decided to leave the bedroom, and as he walked down the hallway, he heard the muffled sound of your tears. His heart sank, guilt gnawing at him for the pain he had unintentionally caused.

As he approached the dimly lit living room, he found you huddled on the floor, your shoulders trembling with each stifled sob. Felix hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to approach the situation. The weight of his own realizations bore down on him, and he felt an overwhelming urge to be there for you.

He silently sat down beside you, leaving a respectful distance, yet close enough to offer comfort. His eyes softened as he watched you wipe away tears, and a pang of regret tightened his chest.

Felix sighed, his gaze fixed on the floor. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

There was a moment of uneasy silence before you spoke again, your voice filled with vulnerability. "Why did you fake everything, Felix. Everything you ever reciprocated was fake." You knew you were more mad at yourself than him. "You made me think you liked everything I did."

"Y/n, it wasn't fake" he mumbled.

"Stop lying, Felix." you blew your nose, "You know what? It's fine. From now on just tell me what you want me to do. I'll do it. I can stop being clingy and stop asking so many questions. You can tell me when to come over or not. I'll change anything, I just want you to like me."

His breath hitched. You thinking exactly how he did at the time. Wanting to change himself simply for another person's validation. That is how he ended up like he is now and he brought that pain onto you.

"Y/n, never change yourself, " He said, almost like a threat, while turning to you with tears brimming his eyes.

"But you don't even like me for who I am," you sobbed.

Felix ran a hand through his hair, a conflicted expression on his face. "I do, Y/n. So so much. But you started reminding me of-" He paused for a sigh, "Me. and I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

His words hung in the air, and you felt a pang of confusion.

"Huh?" you asked softly, while blowing your nose.

Felix looked away, his voice carrying a hint of sorrow. "A year ago, I was all touchy, too. But then I noticed that they liked me better when I was less clingy. I didn't want to repeat the same mistakes, so I tried to be different with you."

The weight of his confession lingered in the room, and you felt a deep sense of understanding wash over you.

However, you inquired, "Who's 'they'"

"My members, friends, everyone. They all thought I was too much. I didn't want that for you."

"But I don't want you to be different, Felix," you admitted, your voice trembling. "I just want to be close to you."

Felix turned to you, his eyes glistening. "I want that too, Y/n. All I ever wanted to do is just lay in your arms and tell you about my day and just fall asleep. But I'm scared that I'd make you feel uncomfortable."

His words hung in the air, and you could feel the raw honesty behind them. The realization that Felix had been holding back his true self for fear of repeating past mistakes tugged at your heart.

"I didn't know," you whispered, your voice filled with regret. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Y/n," he shook his head, indicating that it's not your fault. "I don't think you know that back then, I could get way more clingy than you are now." Felix chuckled.

"That's impossible," you replied as Felix shook his head.

Felix sighed, a mixture of sadness and relief in his eyes. "I'll need to figure myself out cause I don't want to lose what we have" He reached out, gently wiping away a stray tear from your cheek.

As Felix's touch lingered on your cheek, you looked into his eyes, finding a glimmer of hope amidst the emotional turmoil. "Felix, maybe… maybe you should talk to your members about this. I'm sure they don't feel the way you think they do. They might understand and help you."

Felix hesitated, his gaze dropping for a moment before meeting yours again. "I don't know."

You nodded, understanding the complexity of his feelings. "I get that, but I also know they care about you."

Felix sighed, the weight of the situation evident in his expression. "I'll think about it, but for now, I need some time to reflect on everything."

"Take all the time you need, Felix. I'll be here when you're ready to talk," you assured him, your voice filled with sincerity.

"Thank you for understanding, Y/n. I appreciate it more than you know."

The two of you sat in the quiet living room, wrapped in a shared sense of vulnerability. The air felt lighter, the unspoken tension dissipating, and you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope for the future.

In the following days, Felix did indeed take some time to reflect on his feelings and the dynamics within the relationship. The idea of talking to his members about it lingered in the back of his mind, and eventually, he mustered the courage to bring it up during a group discussion.

As Felix shared his thoughts and concerns, his members listened attentively, offering support and reassurance. To his surprise, they not only understood but also shared their own experiences of finding a balance between personal space and closeness within the group.

Hyunjin, in particular, spoke up, "Felix, how are fucking stupid! Now I feel so bad! You being all mean doesn't change how much we care about you."

Felix felt a sense of relief wash over him, realizing that his fears of being a burden or misunderstood were unfounded.

With this newfound clarity and the support of both you and his members, Felix started to find a love for being affectionate again. It wasn't an instant transformation, but gradual adjustments and open communication allowed him to overcome his insecurities.

"Felix?"

"Yes, babe!"

"Can you get me a towel?"

He entered the bathroom with a white towel in hand, his attention tethered to his phone. Nonchalantly placing the device on the sink counter, he fixed his gaze on you. A sly grin danced on his lips as he boldly looked at you from head to toe. With an assertive move, he opened up the bath towel, enveloping you with it by pulling you into an unexpectedly intense hug that left no room for escape.

[aerkame]

Can we get a Wally x reader neighbor who has a secret identity of a supervillain?

You got it! I kind of wanted to experiment with this one a bit to get a good idea on how to write different characters. Some villains remind me of people that really only need love or family in their life. (This does not take place in the Alive AU, or previously created AUs) Also I hope you don't mind this having multiple parts with multiple characters x reader? It just seems like such a fun idea!

And just a reminder since some people PM me a lot on this, the Welcome Home archive is updated each time I post a fic or request so you can check there if you missed something or if you are wanting to re-read a fic, way better than just scrolling around looking for it! :) Welcome Home Archive

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Laughter echoed throughout the house you resided in, having just completed yet another devious plan of yours. Well, devious isn't exactly what most would call them, just very annoying or petty really.

A part of you did feel some guilt when you ruined the picnic everyone had planned that day though, using your new and improved weather device to summon up a storm. They all looked genuinely upset this time. Frank actually yelled at you with Eddie having to hold him back, something he's never really done before while everyone scattered to get their belongings.

Everyone looked so disappointed in you, even the motherly figure of Poppy looked at you with a saddened expression. It did sting a bit to see that. Maybe it was something special that was going on? Whatever. It was none of your business anyways...you didn't care, you were just glad you had the mask on still.

The thrill of successfully pulling off that plan soon dwindled down to a quiet sniffle, having stopped yourself from crying again...something you found yourself doing a lot of when you were alone in the house. You wish you could be friends with them too, it just felt like you didn't belong here sometimes though so you never approached any of the neighbors much unless you needed to get something or if a neighbor needed help. Of course you could just be a menace and not help at all and plot all day everyday. However, you preferred to keep your villainous self a secret and enjoy the small moments of kindness this place had to offer. Besides, your plots weren't that bad really, right?

Stars you were so lonely and hopelessly confused about your purpose here. Some days it felt great to be mean and some days, like today, you felt awful.

Deciding you needed to quit moping around, you made your way to the bathroom to dress up in your normal clothing and to wipe away any evidence of crying, only to jump back upon seeing a flash of eyes in the mirror. You blinked a few times no longer seeing them...this happened so often you think you're starting to get used to it, perhaps you were just imagining things when you got stressed. You continued with dressing and wiping your face dry, the last thing you needed was someone bringing too much attention to you. Besides, you still had to get some groceries from Howdy's today.

It was still heavily raining by the time you made it into Howdy's shop, you didn't mind though. Rain is what brought you comfort in this world, it was the only thing familiar to you having always let the water soak you and smelling the deep earthy smells that came with the cool air.

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Hearing the small chime of the bell, Howdy made his way downstairs to get behind the counter expecting one of his friendly neighbors. Instead he found the welcome mat completely soaked under your shoes with mud trailing inside...oh dear, that was going to be a hassle to clean up.

You looked behind you at the floor upon seeing the small strain on the caterpillar's smile. "Oh...sorry about that, I can clean it up." your voice trailed into a mumble. You didn't feel like being mean in public and what happened earlier was already making you feel guilty. Really, you have never once seen everyone that upset before. You recall Wally staring, no, glaring with a stretched smile right at you before you ran off. A shudder ran through your body, both from the cold and recent memory. Howdy gave you a look before rounding the corner into his office.

"That's quite alright with me! If anything I'll take you cleaning up my shop as payment for today." You could hear Howdy's voice trail further into the office as you watched him come back out with something in one of his hands. It looked like a large cloth?

The caterpillar unfolded the cloth and came over to where you were standing, draping the soft blanket over your shoulders. One hand gave your head a pat. "So, I guess you're here for your usual right?" The hand on your head stayed. It felt nice.

"Yeah" You pulled the blanket into you. "Thanks for this..."

You know what? Nah, I'm making this into chapters I love this too much, there needs to be more.

Next chapter: Frank has been keeping track of the villain's actions and daily routine, more than you yourself have and he's more than willing to let Wally know who he thinks it is that's been causing trouble.

[randoms-fandoms]

Hello! I was wondering if you could perhaps write a calamity trio x reader? More specifically, what would happen if all of the girls had a crush on the same person?

Omg yes this is such a cute idea :0 (sorry the reader won’t really be the focus 😅 it’s an Anne pov, and Marcy and Sash are still very much in it)

Warnings: none

Relationships: they have a crush on you👀

Anne, Sasha, and Marcy had grown more after returning from Amphibia— they had at least another year until Marcy had to move, as her disappearance had prompted her parents to put their plans on hold for a few months, meaning she could stay in California the time being— but even though the three of them were no longer geographically torn apart, conflicting schedules meant that they hardly had time to spend together.

However, now that the trio had begun the new school year, life had been going pretty well. The pestering questions from other students and even teachers were annoying, but easy to get used to. Things felt normal again.

Anne loved her friends a lot, but she also wanted to expand her circle a bit. That was kind of hard when everyone knew her as the superhero girl who defended the city from robots last summer, but her adventures in Amphibia had given her nothing if not tenacity.

Finally, after a month or so of having no one to hang out with during school, she met someone new. Someone who hadn’t seen her destroy a fleet of robots on live television over the summer.

Anne only had two classes with you, and you had separate lunch periods, but that was perfectly fine. You had sat together in class every day since you first started school there, and Anne had quickly made a habit of texting you often. Photos of Domino, memes, random thoughts— she found every excuse to text you. She even took a few cute selfies with you! Overall, your fast friendship was wonderful.

Weeks into this new friendship, however, Anne was beginning to realize something. Her feelings for you were… changing. She didn’t used to struggle with eye contact when you complimented her. She had never before turned into a blushing mess just from a hug. Suddenly, your every action had her overthinking.

“Anne? Are you listening?” An amused voice broke through her thoughts.

Anne looked up to see you staring at her, confused. “Oh, haha— sorry I was just zoning out.” Anne said, face burning. “What did you say?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to go to the library after school to work on our group project.” You asked.

“Yeah totally!” Anne answered quickly. This is the first time they’ve invited me to hang out outside of school!

“Wait— I mean, I’d love to… but I have plans already. Sorry.” Anne said, frowning. She had forgotten that she and her other two friends were going to be hanging out all afternoon, and even sleeping over at Marcy’s house.

“That’s alright. how about Sunday? It’s due on Monday, you know.” You said with a little laugh.

Anne groaned. “I know, sorry. That sounds good, you can come to my place.”

“I’ll text you, okay?” You smiled as you stood up to put away your notebook and pencil. Anne hid her face; you thought it was funny, but really she was hiding how your sweet smile always made her blush.

Anne needed advice.

Marcy and Sasha were engrossed in conversation (something about a manga they both read; Anne didn’t quite know), but Anne was distracted. She sat on Marcy’s bed, scrolling through her album of selfies with you.

“Anyway, I’m going to get some snacks and change into my pajamas. You guys get comfy too!” Marcy said, plugging her phone into the charger by her bedside table.

Anne waited for Marcy to close the door before she unzipped her backpack and pulled out her overnight stuff.

“So how are you doing? It’s been a while since we’ve hung out.” Sasha made conversation while she walked into the adjoining bathroom to change.

Anne sighed. “Nothing bad,” she started, quickly pulling on her pajamas. It was just a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt, nothing like Sasha’s cute matching sweatsuit. Anne wondered if you would think she looked cute if she dressed up. “…I’m just a little… I don’t know. I feel kind of weird.”

“Well what’s up, girl? Having bad dreams again?” Sasha re-entered the room, taking out her ponytail, and lie down on Marcy’s queen sized bed.

Anne smiled softly to herself, getting lost in thought for a moment. She loved how Sasha was always so worried about her. Back when they had just barely gotten home from Amphibia, Sasha would stay up on the phone with Anne all night while she cried. Sometimes she was missing the Plantars, sometimes she was convinced one of Andrias’s robots was after her again, sometimes she was having a panic attack thinking about her own inevitable death— no matter how long it took, Sasha was always there.

“Anne?”

“No, I’m fine.” Anne said, a little embarrassed. She sat back against the headboard. “Just normal teenager things.”

“Great,” Sasha said, smiling and closing her eyes. “Can’t get enough of that. Lay it on me.” She said, getting comfy.

Anne laughed. Marcy walked back in the room, making her jump. Her heart was already in her throat, beating hard from the nerves of talking about her feelings (however roundabout).

“Hey guys! Sorry it took me a minute, I accidentally spilled the first bowl of chips.” Marcy said, shrugging. Sasha stood up and took a bag of candy from her arms, which were full of snack food.

“I’m surprised you didn’t drop more, with how much you’re carrying.” She replied, kicking a pillow out of the way so she could sit down on the plush carpet.

Marcy laughed. “Anyway, what are you guys talking about?” She said, relaxing on the beanbag chair next to the outlet where her phone was charging. She put the arm full of snacks on the ground between her and Sasha.

Sasha looked at Anne, waiting for her to answer.

“Oh, haha, I just wanted some advice.” She blushed. “I think I might… have a crush on someone.” She looked away, laughing awkwardly while Sasha and Marcy freaked out.

“Oh my god, that’s great!” Sasha smiled widely.

“Are you gonna ask them out?” Marcy asked, gasping. “You have to tell us everything!”

Anne grinned self consciously, thinking about you. Asking you out. “Well, we met at school, and I really like them…”

“Is it someone we know?” Sasha asked teasingly.

Anne shrugged. With how new they are to the school, what are the odds that they’ve met my two only friends? “Maybe. Anyway, we’ve been friends for a while, and suddenly I just can’t think straight when I’m around them… I’m worried that if I don’t say something and get it off my chest, they’ll notice, and— I don’t know, it would just be embarrassing.” Anne ranted.

Sasha nodded seriously. “Classic story. Not to worry, though, Marce and I have tons of experience with crushes.”

Marcy laughed nervously. “Sasha, you said you wouldn’t tell!” She lightly punched Sasha, who ignored her.

“Anyway, who is it?” The blonde asked. She took a handful of chips and ate them, casually relaxing against the pillows on the floor.

Anne, still sitting on the bed, leaned down to whisper in Sasha’s ear. She was pretty confident that she wouldn’t even recognize your name, but the other girl gasped as soon as she said it.

“No. Freaking. Way. Marcy you would not believe this— Anne likes the same person you do!”

Anne’s heart dropped. “What?” She distantly registered that Marcy said the exact same thing at the exact same time. She would have laughed if she didn’t feel so… weird.

“We eat lunch together like every day.” Sasha explained to Anne. “Marcy has a huge crush on them.”

“You do too!” Marcy accused, embarrassed, making Sasha blush.

“Whatever, at least I can act normal about it!” Sasha argued.

Anne felt an unfamiliar twist in her stomach. Jealousy. They hang out every day? She frowned. She wondered if Sasha was as confident and flirty with you as she was with her sometimes.

“So we all like the same person?” Marcy clarified, after a moment of tense silence. “I didn’t really think they would be your type,” she said to Anne.

“I didn’t even know I had a type!” Anne said, a little exasperated. She had never felt so strongly about a crush before. She thought about your laugh, how you teased her sometimes, how she had picked out a nickname for her…

Sasha for once didn’t really have any advice. “Well who do they like?”

Marcy shrugged. “They always avoid the question. I’ve tried asking.”

Anne was shocked. “Really? You guys talk about that stuff?”

Sasha giggled. “Yeah, some of us are better at hiding our feelings.“

Anne rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She paused for a moment. “…Are you guys going to ask them out?”

Sasha shrugged. “Maybe. Should I?”

Anne thought about that. Now that the initial surprise had worn off, she found that she wasn’t upset that Marcy and Sasha liked you. She wondered if you would be interested in dating all of them. The trio had shared everything with each other ever since they had first become friends… come to think of it, Anne found that she liked the idea of all of them dating you.

“I think we all should.” Marcy said, smiling. “How should we do it?”

“Let’s FaceTime them,” Sasha suggested. “I want to see how they react.”

Anne shook her head. She knew she was far too shy and awkward about the whole situation for that to end well. “How about just texting? We could create a groupchat.”

The other girls nodded. “Alright, sounds good!”

Marcy inviter you, her, and Sasha to join a groupchat. Anne snorted a laugh when Marcy renamed the chat to an emoji: 🫣

“Who wants to go first?” Asked Sasha, feeling nervous.

Anne just wanted to get it over with, wanted to know what you thought. “I will.” She quickly typed out a simple message and sent it.

You replied quickly, much to Anne’s relief.

I like you.

Me?

Why are you saying it in a gc?

Worrying that this was too weird, that you hated her now, Anne was already typing her apology when Sasha and Marcy replied.

Because I do too :D

Me too

Marcy squealed, dropping her phone and hiding her face. “Ah, this is crazy!”

Sasha laughed. Anne knew she was trying to play it cool, but secretly cared just as much. Anne herself felt sick to her stomach from nerves. Her heart nearly stopped when the notification that you replied came in.

Do you all wanna go on a date tmrw? We can talk abt it over lunch

I didn’t know u were friends :)

Anne sighed in relief, laughing. Friends is an understatement. She grinned, excited, hearing Marcy and Sasha celebrating around her. Her heart swelled with joy, glad that her two best friends would be there with her in this new relationship.

She was so caught up in her own emotions that she didn’t notice Sasha taking a selfie of the room, including all three of the girls in it. It popped up in the groupchat.

Anne clicked on the picture, seeing Sasha in the corner of the screen, Marcy waving with one hand and holding her phone in the other, and herself distracted and staring at her screen. Her face was absolutely glowing with happiness, cheeks darkened with a blush, staring fondly at your messages.

“Sash, that’s such an embarrassing picture of me!” Anne looked up, not really upset.

Sasha stuck her tongue out. “It’s cute. I bet our new lover thinks so too.” She said teasingly. Anne looked down at her phone again, still smiling.

Marcy came in for a hug. “First date tomorrow, Anne! Are you excited?”

Anne laughed, hugging Marcy back. “Heck yeah!”

“We should do a spa night!” Sasha said, standing up. “Marcy, do you still have those face masks I got for you? We’ll be absolutely glowing tomorrow.” She posed, making Anne and Marcy laugh.

“Of course!” Marcy replied excitedly. “I even have some nail polish; our signature colors!”

Anne couldn’t stop smiling as she followed Marcy and Sasha into the bathroom. She felt great. Despite things changing for her after she returned from Amphibia, the love she shared with her friends stayed the same. And now, they could all open their hearts up more, expanding that love, growing exponentially closer.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading about these dorks crushing on you :P have a nice day!

[briarpatch-kids]

Hi Briar!

I'm sending this with good intentions, but if I miss the mark in any way, please let me know 😊

I'm opening a bar/ distillery in the next year, and aiming to make it as accessible as possible. My previous career was as a disability support worker, so I've got a reasonably good frame of reference for things that often make businesses inaccessible to people, however I've mostly worked with people who have an intellectual disability or people who use walkers if they need support for mobility.

So, I'm wondering if there's anything thing that makes a venue (particularly a bar) inaccessible, or even just annoying to you, from the perspective of someone who uses a wheelchair.

We're already pretty across things like even flooring and ramps, and I've made sure the bathrooms have enough space to move around or have a support person. We're also planning to have a lowered section of the bar top so people can order drinks or sit at a bar that's comfortable for them.

Please don't feel pressured to answer. Just hoping for some insight from someone who might've faced these challenges 😊

Cheers!

The major things I deal with in bars and stuff are tables too close together and different levels of seating. (Like one or two steps to get to a different area of the bar) My favorite bar in Boise (neurolux) has different levels, but everything is ramped. Sitting height tables are also nice, some places only have standing height tables.

Make sure the bartender stands at the lowered portion of the bar and is trained to watch for wheelchair users, a lot of times I get a bit "lost in the crowd" when trying to order drinks and have to wait for the crowd to clear out before the bartender sees me among the standing crowd.

Nonalcoholic drinks that are fun would be a nice addition too. A lot of people can't drink but want to enjoy the atmosphere and have something fun or fancy but get the option of like... fountain soda or coffee.

Something else that might benefit both autistic patrons and new to bars patrons is a poster or handout explaining what tabs are and how they work. It's not something that's explained and people are just kind of expected to figure it out in a lot of places. Maybe include common/popular drinks at the bottom and how much booze is in them, so there's a few choices if you have no idea what to drink.

[simper-maximus]

Courtiers Headcanons Yoo

Thoughts are flooding my head, here is me draining it out even though I have no experience in writing.

Now, warning: I only finished Lucio's route so these could contain inaccurate information. Since I basically know most of the story from memes. Oh well.

Today's topic is bodily functions and other slightly disgusting stuff. Enjoy.

Volta

➼Overall there is a common headcanon (or maybe it's canon? don't remember) that the courtiers do not need to eat, and thus have no bodily functions overall.

➼In my opinion, while that is mostly true, it only is to an extent. They don't need to eat, but if they do, you better believe it has to come out too

➼With that being said, Volta, with all her eating, practically lives in the loo

➼The first month when she got to the palace and became the darling lil procurator we know, she was overjoyed by being fed whenever she felt like it

➼(Which is basically all the time because everyone though of her as some sickly victorian child wannabe) (And hey, gotta feed the workers)

➼And at first everyone though it was because her scrawny body was just getting used to the now normal food intake

➼But nah she just had no control over herself and would go full sneaky mode and eat five cow's worth of food a day whoops

➼So the cooks and even Nadia got concerned

➼Why is this precious baby always running to the bathroom?? Is the food contaminated? But everyone else is fine??

➼They took her to the head doctor, darling Valdemar to check for allergies because what if she is lactose intolerant? Or has gluten problems?? They can't risk losing their most accurate poison check worker

➼This obviously annoyed the other demon because damn it, WHY couldn't Volta just chill and at least TRY not to raise attention?

➼In the end Valdemar prescribed her some fake pills and got her her own bathroom. Problem solved, nobody is suspicious now

Valdemar

➼Another headcanon I see often is that their shell of a body is fused with their clothes, basically making it part of the disguise

➼Yeah, no

➼They work with blood and other non solid waste that could stain their clothes

➼If those clothes were fused with their body it would make it sooo much harder to keep it clean

➼Not to mention anything could get stuck in that delicate fabric. Geting all up in the nooks and crannies

➼Good luck washing it out if that is the case. They'd have to throw their whole self in the washing machine

➼That being said they have a normal body under the uniform, and take daily showers even if they didn't get particularly dirty that day

➼They do however use those very old block soaps that makes your skin texture feel sticky in a way too clean sense. Either that or the strongest one they can find. Doesn't matter that it makes their skin dry as hell

➼That being said their skin is unbelievably dry all the time. Please put some lotion on them

Vulgora

➼HOW are they always so sweaty

➼Maybe definitely that is the reason they are always so angry all the time

➼How can you thrive in an environment where your foes keep getting away because of your slippery body, huh??

➼Brings Vlastomil to shame

➼The Vesuvian temperature doesn't help one bit. Therefore this demon loves the winter, despite claiming to dislike it because "the colors don't go well with their outfits"

➼They definitely tried the "pads inside your clothes" lifehack to lessen the damage. Don't ask where the pads came from

➼Also those facial oil remover rolls? They got like four in each pocket

➼Weirdly cares a lot about skin care though, so they often brag that the oils are the cause of their baby soft skin

➼You could not find one (1) pore on this demon's face. And of course, everybody noticed that

➼They tried to profit off of this, and sold some wacky "skincare scrub cream" to the civillians. (For the purpose of buying some sick weapons with the cash of course) Didn't work. Had to wait for a whole generation to die off to escape the shame

➼So how does their makeup never get smeared? Don't ask an enby their secrets~~

Vlastomil

➼He, like Volta loves a good feast and always joins in whenever he can

➼However he hates when fish is served because it reminds him that worms are often used as bait to catch said fish

➼Glares at the palace aquarium as he walks by

➼He is probably the most normal one of the bunch

➼Doesn't have to deal with anything extreme

➼Good for him honestly

Extra: Valerius

➼He is slowly starting to go bald but admits it to no one

[toadkisses]

i’m actually an incurable gossip and often develop very strong opinions very quickly, but something vitally important to me is staying out of any and all drama at work. so i can’t talk about this at work because of my personal prime directive but i can talk about it HERE!!

so new job is at kennel, it’s pretty chill and i worked at a kennel before for multiple years so i’m not having to learn a lot, mostly just getting back in the swing of things. i have another coworker (coworker A) who is in the same boat. our manager is pansexual and very cool and i like her and respect her and trust her. HOWEVER

it’s been a little ~weird~ because Coworker B has worked at this kennel for 2 years and seems to have a little bit of an issue with coworker A and me. like nothing overt but she has apparently told coworkers C and D that she doesn’t want us learning how to use the computer or check people in? because coworker B wants to be the one to do that fsr (probably bc it’s the least labor intensive if im being a little ungenerous)

based on this i THINK she’s also told coworker D not to teach me how to operate the crematory (it’s okay we’re attached to a vet office lol)

which is like. all really lame and petty and pretty embarrassing and annoying. bc like she is 22 and i have worked in the animal industry a lot longer than she has? OH MY GODDDDD it was so petty and weird we were talking about things we had to do, and a dog needed a nail trim, and i LITERALLY WENT TO GROOMING SCHOOL so i said “hey i’ll do it!” and she SNUCK OFF to do it HERSELF???? like i am not dying to clip a dogs nails but like wtf????

but anyway last friday coworker A and i were closing and left to take these two Extremely Aggressive dogs outside to potty (imo they should not have been checked in, bc one literally jumped at coworker B’s throat so it’s crazy to me that she didn’t say “nah this is unsafe”)

and it took forever because AGGRESSIVE DOGS so we left way past closing but still got all our tasks done

but today after a work meeting my manager says she wants to talk to me, and asks “hey did you do X and Y when you guys closed the other day” and i was like “yes as far as i remember, it was a really hectic night so i guess it’s possible some bits got missed but i do remember doing it”

and she was like “okay. because i overheard “someone” who opened the morning after complaining to someone else that none of it was done, but this person has a history of over exaggerating things so i wanted to get your side. also sorry for not taking those dogs out myself i was working for 12 hours and didn’t think clearly” (very appreciative of the apology)

so like. we can all see the schedule so i KNOW it must have been coworker B talking to coworker C disparaging me and coworker A

which pisses me off because i take serious pride in doing my work thoroughly and consistently. like *I* was the one who mopped everywhere on our slow day and cleaned the bathroom and the vents and disinfected all the door handles and cleaned the glass while she and coworker D literally sat at the desk watching tiktoks

but it doesn’t matter bc i asked manager for a quick chat and told her like “i am here to do my job and i want you to know that i am not involved in this weird power struggle and do not WANT to be involved” and she was like “i know this and i love you and i’m hoping to resolve this soon”

so. that’s my work gossip. i am perfect and everyone knows it.

[spaceorphan18]

Scenes from December (11/24)

Klaine Advent Day Eleven : Education

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December, 2022

Kurt’s knees were killing him.  He had been kneeling on the bathroom floor for nearly twenty minutes, trying to get his two-year-old to sit still long enough so that he could wash her hair.  Dinner had consisted less of eating and more of dumping peanut butter on her head, and Kurt was tired enough that he had half a mind to just shave her head completely.  Child protection services couldn’t be called for shaving your child’s head, right?  Plus, Katie could totally rock the bald look.  She did as a baby.  But, despite wrestling with her to get the water on her head and not everywhere else, he could never cut her dark hair, which curled up like her father’s when dry.  

Kurt wasn’t the only one struggling.  From the other room, he could hear six-month-old baby Tracy wailing bloody murder. Kurt’s head pounded - he just knew they were going to get another complaint from the neighbors.  And with everything going on, he just didn’t need to deal with the obnoxious college students next door that sometimes children were just loud, and maybe they should turn down their music.  

God, when did he turn into his dad? 

“Blaine!” Kurt yelled.  They had made a trade off -- Kurt would take care of the peanut butter disaster, and Blaine would clean up dinner and take care of the baby.  It seemed, when they made the decision to have a family of four, that the two of them would be enough to cover it all.  They were definitely getting an education in how that had been a naively stupid assumption.  “Blaine!”

“Blaine!!” Katie scrambled at the topic of her lungs.  She giggled, amused.  She had taken a real liking to Blaine’s name, and enjoyed shouting it when she thought she could get away with it.  

Kurt eyed her sharply.  “You need to sit still so we can get your head clean.” 

She promptly stood up.  “All clean!” 

Kurt let out a grunt as he tried, again, to use a washcloth to gently pull the food out of her hair.  

A moment later, Blaine came into the doorway, baby Tracy happy and making cooing sounds, resting on his hip.  

“What was going on in there?” Kurt asked.  There was perhaps more irritation in his voice than he intended.  

Blaine grumbled.  “What was going on?  This is what’s going on.”  He gently bent down, lying Tracy on the carpet just outside of the bathroom.  The minute he let go she started screaming again.  “Your child is refusing to be set down.  I can’t get anything done out there.”  

“My child?” Kurt whipped his head up at Blaine.  “Well, your child seems to think that personal hygiene is an optional choice.” 

Blaine pursed his lips together.  They were both tired, no doubt.  And it had been leading to these little snippets of arguments.  At least they both knew not to take it personally.  At least they both knew that these days would be temporary and at some point, when they were actually old, they’d get enough sleep again.  Kurt was sure some snarky remark was on the tip of Blaine’s tongue, but, being the better person than Kurt often was, thought better of it.  “Do you want to just switch?” Kurt could feel the exhaustion in his voice.  

“Yeah…” 

Kurt pushed himself up, annoyed that it took just a slightly bit more effort than it used to, and traded places with Blaine, the baby being handed off in the process.  The second, however, that Blaine let go of Tracy, she began to wail again.  Kurt put his head against his screaming child’s.  “C’mon, sweetie.  You can live a few minutes without your daddy.  I somehow managed for years.” 

That got Blaine to chuckle a little, but the humor was short lived.  Blaine had just settled in, rolling his sleeves up, when Katie started splashing around.  

“No, Blaine! NO, BLAINE!” She protested, not wanting him to come close to her with the washcloth.  

Blaine looked up at Kurt, helplessly.  

Kurt clicked his tongue.  “Don’t give me that look - you’re the one who wanted two.”  

“And you’re the one who agreed with me.” 

“Yes, well, the sex was very convincing.”  

Blaine let out a noise that was half way between a laugh and a sob.  

Kurt bent down, and gave the top of Blaine’s head a kiss.  Their life was insane.  Wonderful.  But insane. 

“C’mon, you,” Kurt said to the baby as he turned to leave. “Let’s find something to distract you with so I can try to get the dishes done.” 

[thatdykepunkslut]

An Essay on Ethics/Morality

It would be useful to have a better conceived distinction between ethics, morals, boundaries, preferences, and norms. I endeavor to describe those distinctions and how to apply them to increase personal autonomy.

Ethics are almost a form of statistics regarding how one's actions affect others. What causes the least material harm, what reduces suffering, what increases happiness, etc. It is unethical to kill someone, because it's harmful to them. It is unethical to drive over the speed limit or while intoxicated, because it COULD kill someone, there is the POTENTIAL for harm to be done.

Morals are restrictions on personal actions based on others' feelings and socialization. Cheating on someone does not materially harm them, but it erodes trust and is emotionally hurtful because of what we are taught to expect from relationships.

Boundaries are behaviors which will cause someone to change a situation. Usually this means removing yourself, sometimes this means removing the transgressor. In a way, this is the inverse of a moral. You will break up with someone if they cheat on you.

Preferences are conditions that increase comfort but whose absence does not cause harm. You don't like potty humor and so you find your coworker annoying for making crass jokes every time they go to the bathroom.

Norms (or folkways) are a set of behaviors that people in a community are encouraged to follow in order to make interactions more predictable, which reduces cognitive load and stress. Over time, a degree of respectability and morality is attached to performing these to the best of one's ability. However, this is counterproductive and unethical because of inherent xenophobia and ableism, we must work to retain the root function of norms and not moralize their reproduction. There is no ethical value in how you shake someone's hand, an agreed ritual just makes introductions simpler to navigate.

A more in-depth discussion of how these interact with each other in real life below the cut:

A lot of people are increasingly conflating all of these, treating the crossing of a boundary or contradicting norms as causing material harm. There are certainly times when people are hurting others, but ignoring someone's preferences or bumping up against someone's boundaries is not the same thing as causing suffering. Someone playing music out loud on the bus is extremely annoying, but they do not need to be reprimanded or physically stopped (I am looking at you, Spock).

More reasonably, people conflate morals and ethics. These terms are often considered synonymous even in philosophy, but I think that a distinction between the two is important. It is fine to think being homosexual is immoral. I think that it is irrational and harmful to oneself to hold that moral, but as long as someone does not promote it as an ethic, there's not really anything you can do about it (this is not reflective of real life where anti-queer "morality" is causing several countries to fall into theocratic fascism). Morality has no place in law or any form of official rules within a community. Structures should exist to prevent unnecessary death and injury, but it should not be illegal to be gay or trans (or cheat on someone, to carry through that example).

Ethics should be propagated throughout the community that follows a particular set (as I do not think that an objective set of ethics exists, different groups have different priorities in that regard and we should embrace that). Morals should be discussed between individuals but necessarily spread uncritically, each individual should construct their own morality. Boundaries should be established between individual people. Preferences should be communicated when necessary.

This seems logical to me but a lot of people consider boundaries and preferences to be universal or that they should be inferred based on someone's relationship to a person. I think my experience with BDSM has made the concept of "assumed boundaries" a bit childish to me. There are 8 billion different configurations of personal boundaries on this planet, you cannot know without having a conversation with someone. It is best to err greatly on the side of caution here but that is where ethics and morality come in. Statistically, randomly grabbing a stranger is likely to cause them discomfort or even harm, therefore it is unethical to do so without asking in most cases.

Even though there is a hierarchy of applicability, I do not think that these concepts have a hierarchy of importance. Sometimes, someone's boundaries override ethics. An extreme masochist's desire for physical harm can surpass the unethicality of beating someone. Needing to stamp out the threat of violence posed by fascists overrides their personal boundaries and community members' morals of pacifism. Someone's preferences within their own home can conflict with a guest's preferences, in which case a compromise should be negotiated or they should leave. Someone's own morals about the sanctity of the human form can override the ethical obligation to donate organs after death. Most situations will prioritize ethics first, but there are conditions where this is not the case.

There are probably more precise ways of defining the specific theories that guide interpersonal action in order to reestablish a hierarchy, but that's not necessary. No matter how precisely anyone defines something (I'm sure my own definitions have loopholes and contradictions), there will always be some degree of grey area. This is good, everything we create will lie within spectrums and ambiguity and contradiction. Definitions are important for giving someone the general impression of a concept in order that they might more accurately describe phenomena to others, but they are not concrete. The most important thing is to consider theories and apply them in a way that provides the most autonomy to the greatest number of entities, whether they are adults or even human, or not.

[jodilin65]

I was reading about how easy it is to meet people online these days compared to when I was young. I've often wished it had been this easy to meet other women back then, but at the same time, I'm glad it wasn't. Otherwise, I might never have met Tom. I know some people believe you're either gay or straight, but I don't think it's that black and white. Many have questioned how I could like a guy when I've been attracted to many women in my life. It's kind of like this: say your favorite color is red, and you're looking for a red dress. You find five that are appealing, but then you see a couple of green dresses, and one of those has everything you want, from style to price to comfort. Tom was that unique green dress. That's the best way I can explain it to anyone who doesn't have common sense. ;) I’ve been attracted to dozens of women in my life, but none of them have compared to Tom, especially in personality.

Speaking of hubs, I was a little annoyed last night because I lost a few hours of alone time when I had plans to do certain things I do better by myself. One of us with a wacky schedule is bad enough. However, the day he gives plasma tends to drain him, and he fell asleep early and woke up early. It turned out okay, though, because we had fun golfing, and then he went down for a nap for a few hours.

Some of the tiny houses I've seen pictures of that are right on the ocean are so cute. I joined a tiny house group on Facebook and even made a Pinterest board for them. I would never want to live in one unless I was single and didn't have much stuff, but they are adorable. The view is to die for no matter what you're living in. Anyway, maybe I will use Pinterest a little more often than I have been. I have nearly 23K pins!

I woke up super tired today because I woke up a few hours after crashing, needing to use the bathroom, and I couldn't get back to sleep for two hours. When I finally fell back asleep, I kept waking up. Then, I stupidly napped for a couple more hours. While this helped give me a little more energy, I've got to really try not to let my schedule jump ahead too much because I still have five days before my appointment, which is early in the morning.

For some reason, I thought I was having about 1600 calories a day. But for the last several days, I actually started counting them without limiting or changing how I eat, and I'm actually closer to 1100 to 1300. As a postmenopausal woman who no longer has the hunger of PMS or perimenopause, if I ate like this back when I had a normal thyroid/metabolism, I would definitely be skinny. In my 20s, I used to swear that all fat people stuffed themselves and anyone could lose weight. How I've learned my lesson!

I've been having tummy issues the last few days, and I'm wondering if I'm sensitive to Ezekiel bread. The research I just did suggests it certainly could be the cause.

At least I can still eat Chinese! I don't think I'll pick it up today, but I'm going to try a restaurant I picked out soon. I'm gonna start with their house platter and some beef fried rice.

I got my patchouli incense yesterday, along with the incense matches and my VR lenses. Not sure things are much clearer, though, because I swear the last eye doctor we saw gave me a bad prescription. I haven't used them enough yet to really make a judgment.

Leave it to Facebook to remove a post of mine from 2010. Really, guys, why now??? This was on my main account of course.

Finally, I came up with a good idea for the bedroom windows. They have these sticky foam tiles used for sound dampening. It's black foam and not a decorative textured vinyl tile with foam inside like what we're going to get for the walls. They're ugly, but the curtains would cover them. I decided we should put them on both the upper and lower panes of the back window and then stick them on the bottom pane of the front window. Then we'll take something with a little bit of flexibility so we can fit it in snugly yet remove it to open that window when we air the place out after bombing, and stick the tiles to that. Maybe a piece of cardboard just a little bigger than the pane or something like that.

[toloveandbelovedtoo]

Day 7: tears

This one is coming a little early today. Its been a week since I started this exploration and there's been so many emotions and feelings each day. Saturday I felt exhausted, I felt done, I didn't want to feel like this anymore and was fighting with my head that we needed to keep going, that this pain and discomfort was temporary. Sunday I felt so anxious in that yoga class and holding onto so many emotions that I've been working through the last however long.

I had feelings of understanding on Sunday. Understanding that I am worthy of love, that I am loved, I felt that love that I receive from so many people. I expressed my understanding and feelings to my friends that day. I didn't cry on Saturday and managed to get a little out on Sunday. I knew there was going to be a big release and I think there will be many more as I continue down this path of healing. Right now I'm laying in my bathroom my head resting on a squishmallow and covered in a small blanket while I hold a seal stuffie. I cried a lot before writing this and I'm shaking as I type.

I felt anxious for the last few hours, thinking I was responsible for someone's own sad emotions. I was worried I had hurt someone I care for and trying to think of how to fix it and make it better. The person never expressed to me that I was the cause of anything they were feeling. As far as I'm aware, I haven't done anything to claim responsibility for my actions and I know that I can't make assumptions, I have to wait until someone tells me something I did or said hurt them.

Growing up, I felt like I was responsible for the emotional well-being of the people around me. I needed to ensure my mother was happy, because if she was happy then the house could be at peace. I had to make sure my twin was happy, because if she wasn't, she might physically hurt herself. I carried that weight on my back to ensure my house was okay. Sometimes my twin would cry and talk about wanting to die, so I would walk us to the library a few miles away because if we were there, then we would be safe. My mom wasn't home in the afternoons or evenings, often I wouldn't see her until bed time so I was the parent.

I remember going to the bathroom to shower and I would sit on my knees hunched over as the water hit my back. I would cry and sob to myself, telling myself that I'm a good person, that I'm a good daughter, that I'm trying so hard, and that all I want to be is to be loved. I still do that from time to time, I remember crying a few months ago just saying out loud that all I want is to be loved. And logically, I know I am loved. There are so many people in my life that love me, but because of how I grew up, it's taken me so long to really understand what that feels like. I'm scared of losing all that I built and I won't be strong enough.

I'm sharing this photo of me crying not because I'm looking for attention or sympathy, though if y'all have pet photos I would be glad to see those. I wanted to show me at my most vulnerable, to show a side of me that I don't let people see. I've always been smiles and radiating energy, I've always tried to be like sunshine, warm, bright, happy. But that not always me, that's a part of me, but I'm also grumpy, I get sad, I get annoyed with client calls, I hate standing in lines, I cry a lot and Im not always strong. Sometimes I just want to be taken care of and I don't want to feel guilty for asking for that.

A friend and I were talking the other day about therapy and life and he had mentioned that what it seems I'm looking for is to be seen. I want my abuse acknowledged, I don't want to have to hide it away and sort of "move on" from it. I hate the idea of saying well that happened, but let's go heal and move forward because I want to sit in that mud and just be sad about it for a bit. I think there's a part of healing that isn't really visible or recognized and that just getting to hold your muddiness and give it space and getting to be sad.

I hated the idea an ex-friend had told me about "suck it up buttercup" because I want to confront my past, I want to look at it and be seen and hold it for a moment so then I can get all the feelings out that I never had the chance to in the past. I don't want people to say, oh Taylor he's so brave he's a survivor look at how amazing he's doing. I don't want to always be strong. I want to be sad, I want to be weak, I want to let my inner child cry so that adult Taylor can grow where he could not previously.

I cried today because I was scared I wasn't a good person, that everything I was working for was going to come crumbling beneath me. I was scared my friends would leave me as some had done before, I was scared that none of this was going to work out. I'm still scared, this is all new territory for me to be so open like this and to put it all out on display. It's so new to think about what a healthy love feels like and to just let myself be vulnerable, visible, and receptive to love. I'm scared as I strengthen my foundation with these new bricks.

[astelren]

BSD Jealousy HCs

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader, Jealousy, Both Chuuya&Dazai are very threatening, Teasing, Pet names (baby once), Chuuya is very possessive too, my boy is a mess leave him alone, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ Minors please interact with me only by liking or reblogs. ➳ Characters: Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara

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Requested: Can I ask headcanons for chuuya and dazai being jealous of a friend you met at a bar? Thank you!

I like more the Dazai one's than Chuuya and jdnkd as a chuuya lover I never felt so offended in my life, I'm so sorry chuchu what have I done... - This is a rewriting of my old work, originally posted on @/bsdmess

✧˚ · . Osamu Dazai

Dazai is a very good actor, so it’s not really hard for him to hide his jealousy. You are going to find out that he was jealous only when he decides to tell you, otherwise you must pay fantastic attention to him.

BUT if you do, and bring the topic to him to tease, Dazai is pretty torn. He’ll pout and say that he wasn’t jealous, dramatizing his own emotion to hide his embarrassment over the fact that you notice him feeling jealous, meaning that you do pay closer attention to him in a way that you don’t with others. At least, he likes to think that.

On the other hand he also mighty confesses to his jealousy and turns around the situation so that he is the one teasing. Like, yeah, he is jealous but how he can’t be when you are just so pretty, and everyone would love to have a piece of you? He’s so lucky that you are with him, he has to protect you from everyone!

He might get whiny and annoying a little bit as a way to get your attention away from your friend, but it’s something pretty usual for him to do. Dazai likes having your eyes all over him and doesn’t really mind having to act like that to get it, in his way it’s fun lol

Dazai doesn’t get jealous that often, he is very protective of you (especially considering his past and present), but not jealous. However this time was different, and he wasn’t really sure why either: Dazai met a few friends of yours, they seemed like good people, but this one was actually getting on Dazai's nerves, and he didn’t understand why. But maybe he didn’t care in the first place.

He lets you do your own thing, not daring to disrespect your time with your friend, but he will send death glares to them when you aren’t looking or, even worse, make a welcoming fake smile that makes your friend's body shiver in pure fear.

If Dazai wants to, he can be terrifying to deal with. But your friend didn’t do anything for now, so he is letting it slide without complaining too much about it. Still, though, he can’t wait for this so-called friend to run away in pure fear, mentally laughing at them.

You won’t notice anything, only that he is more silent than usual but nothing that would make it seem weird. Dazai smiles, he is part of the conversation and listens to what you two say, when in truth he just thinking about when is your friend is leaving or how annoyed he is.

If you leave, for going to the bathroom or something like that, you can actually sense how cold and tense the situation becomes. Dazai has his usual death and cold glare with an unnerving smile, saying absolutely nothing since he has no intention of talking to them

After you say goodbye to your friend, Dazai sighs and hugs you very close, humming to himself in a tone you never heard of while he caresses your back smiling. You question if everything is okay and if he needs to talk, but Dazai reassures you that everything is okay and he just felt to do this. It’s nice having you in his arms.

The next day, however, Dazai is more touchy and whining. Saying how he doesn’t want to stay away from you for too much time, using as an excuse the fact you two have to work together or otherwise he doesn’t work too well. It’s not true and Dazai himself has no idea why he is acting like this, but you are giving him attention so he is content

✧˚ · . Nakahara Chuuya

Chuuya isn’t the type to get jealous easily, he’s more confused to see this person being so over-friendly with you when he doesn't know them or has never seen them before, and he automatically puts himself between you two to protect you. When you explain to him that it’s just a friend you haven’t seen in a while Chuuya is chill, changing from his mafia mode to "normal".

He really doesn’t care about you having male or female friends, as long as they know their place, Chuuya is happy for you. He doesn’t mind meeting them either, but he's not really that much social of a guy and more so an introvert, most of the time you talk while he is near you with an arm around your waist, hearing you talk and sometimes entering the conversation

But this friend doesn’t seem to understand that you two are a couple, even if he presented himself as your boyfriend, they are still too flirty and touchy for Chuuya's taste, plus the fact that you are focusing only on your friend doesn’t help the situation at all. At first he tries to keep the situation at bay, simply smoking while he hears you two talk but he can feel his veins starting to explode not so slowly

Unlike Dazai, Chuuya's jealousy is much easier to see: he starts grunting and sighing, his leg moving up and down, being sarcastic, his grip on your body becomes a deadly one (not that much that it hurts though), and flirting endlessly with you. It’s obvious. Don’t let him drink please

He will kiss you passionately too, one of those kisses that will leave you breathless and wishing for more. Chuuya would keep an arm around your body, either waist or shoulder, while he kisses your neck or cheek with a little smile on his face, asking if his baby wants something to eat or drink

Like Dazai however, he will make sure that your friend is simply terrified to be around him especially alone. Chuuya doesn’t mind talking to them, even if most of the words he says are full of hatred it’s a bit unfair to your friend lol

Your friends will easily feel like the third wheel and just how deeply unwanted his presence is, so they will leave pretty soon with a very bad excuse to escape this situation. You are free to tease Chuuya since he can’t deny the truth

But you will see him grunt with his cheeks getting redder, embarrassed by his own feelings. He can’t deny it but insist that it wasn’t as bad as you make it seems and that he has every right to feel jealous when they were flirting with you right in his face. He gets it that you are so beautiful that everyone would want to, but they better back off quickly.

When your friend leaves Chuuya will sigh and push your body closer to him, gently kissing you and asking if everything is okay, claiming that he doesn’t like that friend of yours at all. Listen to him complain for a little bit so he feels better like an old man yk

Chuuya is still grumpy and annoyed even after you two are back home, but all you need to do is cuddle with him a little bit while you kiss or tease him for a while and he is fine. He might still be a little bit possessive afterward but nothing too bad, just him calling you by pet names even more than usual.

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[onyourhyuck]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐨.| (M) | PT 5.

synopsis; park areum is a small journalist who gets mistaken for a sex worker one day. she gets kidnapped and then given to lee jeno, an infamous mafia for creating war and havoc.

warnings; lower caps intended!!, this is part 5/20, action, fighting scenes, short love triangle, mafia romance, cursing/mature language, jeno falls in love hard, !jealous mafia jeno, enemies to lovers, smut!!, makeout scenes, gripping, degrading, praising, jeno is a bit of a dick but we been knew. park areum is a bad bitch <3.

previous chapter 4 link here! | masterlink for his karma!

TW: This chapter contains mentions of SA and violence such as guns etc. If you’re uncomfortable with this I’m sorry </33 skip this.

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the swan of women immediately dragging areum down to a large bathroom, immediately facing her to strip the clothes. the girl mutters confused protests but was soon dragged into a bathtub later. the soft warm silky water with rose petals and crystals surrounding the foundation of the bathtub, the bathroom itself was quite expensive looking which was not a surprise anymore— the entire mansion costs more than areum’s life insurance that’s for sure. the team of ladies slightly gasp at how dirty her arms were.

“miss areum do you not shower often?” the older lady nags slightly like a grandmother would do to their grandchild. areum would gape the obvious, “did you expect me to shower in a house full of mafia?”

the older lady shuts her lips in a thin line as she shrugs understanding her reasoning well. areum feels so unsafe in this mansion, the instructive shower thoughts were not helping either. “forget i asked. luckily sir jeno has paid us millions to get you cleaned and ready for the special occasion.”

areum slides back into the bathtub, “what special occasion?” the ladies shrug not knowing either.

at this point the girl felt like a rag doll being constantly pushed about at different stations of endless levels. once she thinks she is done it turns out there is another thing needing to do to her. the entire thing cost about five hours, areum couldn’t believe how most people do this everyday. all areum does is sheet masks, barely any makeup and style her hair by brushing it!

but the group of ladies were doing things she never imagined before. a wax on the legs even though she barely had any hair to get out, a full hour makeup done, hair styled and neatly washed. the dress itself was work too.

areum looks at her own reflection once it was finally all done. “is this me?” areum states an actual question and the younger lady nods with a soft smile, “yes it is, Uhm miss areum?”

areum looks over to the young girl. “your escort is waiting outside for you.” areum wonders why she needs an escort? And who is escorting her?

jaemin and haechan were brought midway their conversation away from each other as their faces were naturally drawn to the bright red satin long dress on areum’s beautiful curved body that she hardly shown off. haechan unknowingly had flushed cheeks as his lips left out a whoa silently next to jaemin. however jaemin was lost too at the sight of areum all dressed up and glam up.

the two boys swore to themselves she were going to be death to anyone who lay their eyes on her.

“which one of you escorts me?” areum said breaking their eye contact with her. haechan immediately raises his hand up, “me!” with a high pitch voice he said. jaemin slightly raises his eyebrow. “that’s not what you said earlier, haechan.”

the tan boy slightly scoffs, “if i knew she was dressed up that would be a different story wouldn’t it?” areum rolls her eyes walking ahead of the two. “jaemin let’s go,” she calls out.

haechan was more than disappointed but he expected this to happen— after all he often bullies and annoys you around the mansion. jaemin would flash haechan a small grin that screamed ‘suck it loser’ before following areum behind.

jaemin stops outside with areum on the side, the proud grin he flashed haechan faded into a worrisome expression. his eyes were curved into doleful shapes that were dreading this whole situation. even though he is unhappy with areum being placed in this dangerous situation, he spoke with slight positivity. “stay safe,” jaemin would softly tell areum. the beautiful woman in front of him smiles with reassurance beaming forward.

almost melting his every worry for her away. “don’t worry jaemin, i don’t plan on not returning.” areum said with a slight tough attitude. she won’t let anything drag her down.

jeno would come out catching areum and jaemin to glance back to see the man with all white expensive suit from the entrance. he had his hair half slick back and the left bangs styled to be curved, a slight area of his chest and abs were exposed through the suit as he wore no shirt!

his body proportions are insane, areum would never admit it out loud but— Jeno had a knack for looks. jaemin breaking the silence with a nod to the male arrival. “she is ready for the mission sir.”

jeno spares a glance to areum now feeling like he was in a stuck time loop. eyes were glued down on how good she looks, exceeding his expectations. now don’t get him wrong, areum was already quite beautiful. but it was more like she harnessed the beautiful now by even having a fancy dress on. jeno feeling the way his eyes glue her gorgeous red dress exposing the way it was fitting the curves on her in 360 up close, he finally gave a slight short smirk.

“almost didn’t recognise you there, areum. let’s go we don’t have much time to spare.” he said shortly entering the black limo. areum hissed in annoyance at his tiny comments, entering right after him. jaemin made sure to close the door and tap the front window to signal the driver to drive now.

the drive itself to the mysterious location was pretty much full of silence. areum would watch the window all the time through, only once did she spare a glance to jeno was when she spoke to him.

“so will you tell me where we are going or is that some top mafia secret bs?” areum heard jeno darkly chuckle at her fine words of choice to use. always so blunt and direct with him. “you’ll see soon. we are here to pay a visit to a very important man.” he told.

somehow the tone of jeno’s voice made her quiet. areum did not bother asking any more questions. the man in the white suit wore a mysterious yet dangerous dark expression. a look on his face that was surely to leave a shudder down your spine— a look that makes you realise the consequences if you were to mess with him. areum secretly fears that look in his eyes more, something behind those was a dark secret for sure.

arriving to the hotel it was packed with many figures of fancy dressing too. the building itself was gigantic as it held multiple levels full of hotel rooms— it had a giant grande floor that had either a reception for guests to check in or casino room and private night club with alcohol. the other guests and people gossip, chitter chatter with voices overlapping in conversations, a bright red carpet down to the few six stairs to go up to enter the hotel entrance made view in front of jeno and areum when they left the limo.

areum took in the scenery of the hotel very deeply in because she slightly would wow at the sight, looking up to the huge building. she could’ve swore the building would fall on her if she were to look even more. a rough muscular hand travels behind her back until it grips her waist, pulling it forth towards his own body. areum felt the strength from his palm by the way he simply pulls her so easily close to him.

areum flinching slightly, glancing up to jeno who was already staring down at her due to the height difference. his black cold murderous eyes looking in front now as he whispers down to areum warning her. “stick with me unless you wish to die tonight. people who attend this event are all mafias and highly dangerous.”

areum said nothing once again but jeno knew the young woman was going to obey once he starts to walk along holding areum close when entering the hotel.

the hotel itself looks huge outside but it was even bigger on the inside. areum was slightly overwhelmed by how big it is on the inside, it felt like a large globe almost. it had chandeliers hanging from above, white marble staircases going on second flooring, third floor… everyone was dangerous and not trustworthy, yet she didn’t know if she should trust jeno.

jeno was amazing with speaking to other people considering many other mafias leaders were coming up to him so easily. a butler approaches forward to them both, “mr jeno, mr jung is expecting you in his private V.I.P room.” the butler said, wearing the tuxedo that workers wore seemingly. jeno did not spare a single word to him and left making his way to the room.

jeno and areum both arrive at a purple room with many disco balls rotating, that was the only light source of the dark coloured area. large bottles of alcohol— empty and full, scattered on the floor and table. large leather sofa able to take up to twenty people was in both of their sight; so was the man with slick gel hair, milky white smooth skin and pointy dimples, wearing a black tuxedo with golden patterns, no shirt underneath the suit blazer, revealing the large chesty abs so freely.

the man reeked of sex as he held a woman on top of him tightly cupping her curvy bottom body as they were roughly making out with passion. he had about six other girls beside him, some where clothed some where naked, watching the make out session and feeling the man’s built toned and muscular body. a few pole dancers in the background to entertain them.

areum tenses up when jeno casually sat down so freely, she slowly joins him on the couch but she was way more awkward about the situation. i mean it was literally a man making out with a woman in front of her, there was no way areum wasn’t going to feel uncomfortable with this.

jaehyun pulls away now pushing the girl that he was just minutes kissing with off him on the floor, he moves his attention onto the younger male and a new woman beside him he never met before. “Jeno! Good to see you” jaehyun with an upbeat laugh said pouring whiskey from the bottle into a small clear glass for jeno. the younger male smirks, reaching to grab the glass and now sipping from it with his lips.

“you too hyung. looks like you’re still in your bachelor era.” jeno comments as the amount of woman touching and worshipping his body was still happening in front of them both. the older man had a proud smile, jaehyun loves woman and he mostly loves sex itself. he finds pleasure a give or take.

“and you seemingly found yourself a very beautiful doll,” as jaehyun would nod towards areum finally acknowledging her existence beside jeno. once doing so, areum felt her body tense, she raised her eyebrow up wondering what the man is about to say. Jaehyun continues speaking, “tell me about her jeno, i find her really mysterious. how much for her so i could use her for a night, what do you say about that?” somehow jeno held a sheepish smirk glancing back at her, he knew exactly how areum would react.

areum quickly shots in defence full of bluntness equalling to a gun shooting someone. that is how quick areum spoke back to Jaehyun, not having any slight of degrading come towards her. “i am not for sale nor am i some mere whore you think you could fuck and dip as much as you please.” those striking words left jaehyun with a slight wide mouth and eyes, he couldn’t believe his ears and eyes at first; wondering if this was true what he heard and saw. a woman talking back to him? so rare.

jeno shakes his head. “it is a long story, i would rather not get into it the detail because it is quite a pain in the ass explaining.” he truthfully admits. areum mentally laughs at jeno in her head when he said this, ‘yeah because you cannot do your job correctly,’ areum thought to herself.

“i see, is she still up for sale?” jaehyun quirks up. jeno with a slight hint of annoyance in his eyes slowly allows his hand to travel on to areum’s thighs, letting it rest on there. “she is not up for sale, hyung.” jeno tells. jaehyun’s face scrunches up at his words finding them utterly weird and unfamiliar. “that is so unlike you jeno, we always share. will you not even allow a threesome with her?” jaehyun would say, areum saw jeno’s body act defensive for her sake.

yet jeno’s tone of voice was not matching the way his body was acting. “you know what you’re right,” jeno adds. “this is unlike me. we can share her.”

when areum thought she could trust jeno as he temporarily was protecting her, he suddenly turns on areum by agreeing to the most heinous thing. her face quickly turns to jeno with wide fearful eyes. “jeno what are you doing..” areum whispers under her breathe. the male next to her gave no reply back.

jaehyun loudly claps his hands together happily, “there is the jeno that i know!”

the girls belonging to jaehyun were ordered to leave the V.I.P room immediately, some left with relief but there were also some who left with a glare and disappointment when being told to leave so suddenly while on their work; they gave areum the most dirty looks as if she were competition to them.

areum sank deep into the leather black sofa that jaehyun instantly threw the girl on like she weight nothing. the muscular figure pinning as he hovers on top of areum forcefully. something about the way areum was hard to gain, hard to break down; the way she looks so scared but she is fighting no matter what, it somehow intriguingly brings jaehyun forward to the young woman in front of him. not only was she beautiful, but she was strong.

jaehyun wants to take his time breaking aruem down to pieces.

his tone leaned anatomy gliding down to the young woman who stared at him with disgust and fear— something jaehyun has never saw in a woman when he is pursing. a hand grips areum’s wrists down into the leather sofa more once a rough kiss latch onto her mouth forcefully.

immediately it was broken time to time as areum shouts with protests into the air. “get the fuck away from me!”

jeno watches from the side with the glass of whiskey in his hand stirs around gently. jaehyun rips his suit apart revealing the toned clean abs, and now were undressing areum’s dress from the top body first, shoulders exposed cleanly, the red silky satin dress lowered to show now the chest and cleavage out.

areum with flush on her face starts to feel utterly hopeless, like she’s lost an on going war to protect herself from the evil like she said she would to jaemin. jeno’s ear flinch everytime he hears areum scream and shout for help.

what hurt jeno the most to hear was ‘jeno help me!’

something with areum’s helpless voice was truly scared and frightened made jeno unsure, uncertain of his decisions. but it all came down to his large ego; and his ego wasn’t going to care.

Jaehyun laughs at the attempts knowing fully well that no one would help her because mafia leaders know better than get involved in other mafias businesses. areum having her chest fully exposed now towards jaehyun we’re targeted with his teeth sinking deep in her clean skin, neck line was fully bruised as he made his way down to the upper chest.

areum felt tears streaming down her cheeks. this was both humiliating and terrifying for her.

jeno watches with guilt overtaking him a little. but he cannot figure out why. he has never felt guilty for anyone before. so why her?

jaehyun on the other hand was having the time of his life, chuckling down sadistically at how areum was crying. mascara smeared a tiny bit, yet still looking beautiful. he loves the way areum tastes on his lips so addictively. he moans into areum’s ear on purpose, holding a hand over her mouth with her screams muffled completely. “jeno she really is like no other female, come join us.” jaehyun demands.

“jeno…” he hears the girl beneath jaehyun call out, hyperventilating with her chest. one last time as if it were her last call for help— as if she were now abandoning hope forever and accepting that her fate was to get assaulted in this moment and forward.

jeno thickly gulps once being told by the older male. areum’s eyes glaring down towards jeno the entire time, eyes begging him at this point with her half exposed body in sight. “stop.”

jaehyun would freeze hearing those unfamiliar strand of words coming from the man. he backs away from areum’s exposed body, raising eyebrow at jeno in confusion. “why stop? do you perhaps want to go first, because you can if you want to.”

jeno would grit his teeth, “no. i’m taking her back.” as he said this he’d drop the glass of whiskey standing up. jaehyun was left dumbfounded by this sudden demure changing, watching the younger mafia leader collect the girl by grabbing her wrist up. areum was tightly held into his chest.

immediately after the incident he left the private room belonging to Jaehyun, and quickly booking a hotel room for them both.

once the two figures enter the room, areum pushes jeno off her body as she walks to the far corner of the large window with a view overlooking the beautiful city at night with starry black sky full of stars. the woman lifts the red dress up fixing it back on, however it did not help with the kiss bruises on her neck that she found disgusting itself considering it came from jaehyun.

“areum,” jeno calls out. she shakes her face holding it in her palms, “leave. get out.” she coldly states. jeno in disbelief laughs a little, not believing how she could say this to him. “that’s not what you say to someone who saved you.” jeno said.

that was areum’s last straw of patience. the young woman felt those emotions from earlier where she stares at jeno watching her without any sign of help from him. the fear, the anger, the shame and humiliation. it all came back to areum. most important thing she felt was disappointment because she did believe in jeno.

“save? save?!” areum shouts, jeno watches areum in slight shock when the woman in front with smeared makeup and look so broken, actually be able to throw a large slap across his face. “jeno, you didn’t save me. you caused it to happen in the first place.” she spat with venom, trembling lips on a brick of breaking down. the body shaking, forward as she looks back up at jeno who held his face down to the ground with the red hand print on his left side face.

he truly felt a sudden stinging pain once the slap hit him but that was not the only thing he felt.

jeno felt a rush of guilt and sorry once again but his pride was the only thing on his mind. “what did i do Hm? didn’t i tell you not to trust anyone here.” his dark voice soothed forward. “including me. don’t tell me you trusted me?” he spoke mockingly, finding areum naive if she did for a single little bit of trust into him.

“areum, there is a saying.” he quickly said. areum was quiet but her breathe ragged once jeno leans his voice closer, glaring down at her. “keep your friends close but your enemies closer. you were saved by me because if i didn’t step in— jaehyun would be fucking you right under my nose and treating you like his other hoes.”

he felt a hand creep up to his collar immediately pushing and pinning him to the door roughly. “get out.” the fact that jeno is trying to justify himself to areum is already as triggering as it was. the man has no objections he was willing to leave.

jeno said nothing but sharpens his glare before he left the room with a large slam behind areum caused by the male leaving. areum turns around the room grabbing the nearest object— which turns out being a vase thrown right at the wall. she yells out a sob falling on the knees. her own arms hugging herself as a way to cope with the loneliness and fear from the incident earlier. only thing she could think of that calms her down is Jisung, her brother.

jeno stood outside the hotel door leaning on it. he could hear her muffled sobs getting quieter the more he lingers to the door, he shuts his eyes exhaling out deeply. he stood outside waiting for at least thirty minutes, he can’t believe he is doing that.

as jeno was leaning onto the door within the same moment two unfamiliar figures were standing not so far from him with a gun clicking. he averts eyes opening in surprise, he wasn’t expecting THEM to appear here at this event.

“found you.”

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AHHHH THIS CHAPTER WAS LOONG.

part 6 here!

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[helpimhyperfixating]

Merman Jotaro living in Y/N's house. He stays in either the tub or in the backyard pool, or in an inflatable kiddie pool in the living room where's he's mesmerized by the TV

Stay - Mer! Jotaro x Reader

Word Count: 3589

Never in a million years did you expect your life to take a turn like this. You met and befriended a Merman a few months ago. He demanded that you return to him regularly - which you did. All in all, it was already crazy to think about. But then fall came and going to the beach was starting to get colder and colder. The merman - Jotaro - he didn’t seem fazed by the chill, you however, didn’t much like the cold water and breeze that accompanied visiting your local sea shark.

So, you explained that it was getting a bit cold for you to come this often and stay so long, saying you would come a little less but when spring and summer came around, you would gladly come every other day maybe even every day again.

Little did you know, a certain merman was not happy with that.

So here you now stood, in your garage, with a fucking massive Mer in the back of your pickup truck.

“Jotaro what the fuck!?” You nearly screamed when you saw him casually sitting in the back.

“Don’t be noisy.” Jotaro snarled back and you slapped his tail that was within your reach.

“I’ll be as noisy as I want! What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Good grief, isn’t it obvious?” He questioned and you splayed your arms out in disbelief, clearly stating that- no it wasn’t!

This ticked him off a little cause, were you really that dumb? Could you not see Jotaro had been trying to court you for weeks? And then you had the gal to say you were going to leave him and then get mad when he followed?! The fucking nerve.

When you didn’t get an answer and only had a silent death stare directed at you (as if that was supposed to explain things) you sighed loudly.

“Okay. Guess this is a thing now. You’re looking dry, so we need to get you in some water, come on.” Walking over to the back of your pick up, you unhooked the latches and opened the back, allowing for a flat surface for Jotaro to slip off.

After getting off with a loud smack, Jotaro started tiger crawling into your house. Looking around curiously as to all the new things he was seeing. So this is where you lived whenever you went away from him?

“C’mon keep going, you have to get up the stairs.” You spoke from behind him and he looked back at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Stairs?”

“Yeah. That, right there.” You pointed at the staircase leading to your second floor that sat to the right. “I’ve got to get you into the bath, mister.”

“Bath? You said you had a pool.” Jotaro spoke in confusion but you sighed.

“Did you really figure out that you could- oh my god.” You dragged a hand over your face and muttered to yourself ‘smart fucking fish’ before clearing your throat. “Any other day, yes. Today? No. It’s the last good and sunny day today so people are outside. It’s been forecasted to rain and get colder soon so people are outside en masse to enjoy the last bit of sun and I don’t want them to see you.”

“Of course.” Jotaro grumbled, a faint annoyed growl leaving him as he rested his chin on his arms. He simply sat like that for a few seconds, looking around before he remarked, “Your floor is dirty.”

At that you made an offended noise. “Excuse me, I clean my floors very well, thank you very much. I just didn’t expect a giant fucking merman to act as a duster and health inspection in one today.”

At that he huffed out a chuckle that made you crack a bit as well before you twice lightly slapped his tail, to both get his attention and urge him to go. “You’re really looking dry, let’s get you up those stairs.”

Easier said than done.

Jotaro was about a third of the way up the stairs now, but crawling up when you have a massive and heavy tail behind yourself that you cannot use to help yourself, is quite difficult.

Each move of his arm was met with an annoyed or angry grumble about having to do this. Why couldn’t your neighbours just be indoors then? Why did he have to do all bloody this? (Not once did the thought of going back to the sea cross his mind though.) as he was yet again lifting his arm to place it on the next step higher, his eyes suddenly widened in shock when he felt two hands be put on his tail. With a light pink blush on his face he looked backwards, seeing you with closed eyes and straining to lift his tail to try and help him.

“Jesus, why is this so heavy.” You spoke out through grunts, still barely managing to lift it.

“It’s twice your size, why do you think?” Jotaro answered with his usual gruff tone, but the redness of his cheeks flared out all the way to his ears when you wrapped your arms around it, pressing your chest to the back of it as you tried to lift it once more. “I-I’ll be fine. Just give me a minute.” Jotaro cleared his throat before turning his head forward again to get the image of you holding his tail out of his head.

Once he found himself calmed down enough, he continued his slow trek upwards.

- - - -

It took a bit, but Jotaro was in your tub. And by god did he not fit. Even with folding his tail, half of it was still hanging out.

“I- we’ll work on it.” You sighed before leaning over him, turning the knob that regulated heat all the way down to about 18°C to 19°C since you did a quick search as to what the ocean temperature was like during this time of year.

With that set, you turned on the tap. The water splashed onto his tail and Jotaro jolted for a second, curiously looking down at how the water flowed out afterwards.

Going to quickly grab a large measuring cup from the sink in your kitchen downstairs, you returned to your bathroom to sit beside the tub and briefly held it under the running water until it was filled, turning and pouring it further down his tail. A small, barely noticeable sigh of relief left Jotaro when you did that and you smiled a bit to yourself before starting to repeat the motion.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” You spoke between pouring cups, also pouring it over the part of his tail that was hanging out. You had put a towel on the floor by the crack of the door, already accepting that this entire room was gonna be flooded, so you had no qualms with doing it.

“I see it differently.” Was his cryptic response and you deadpanned.

“Of course you do.”

The tub was now filled for two thirds and just to get back at him a little, you filled your cup once more, before abruptly turning and pouring it straight over his head.

Jotaro didn’t flinch but he did turn his eyes to you, sending you a look, to which you giggled. Bringing your arm back under the tap, you filled the measuring bucket again, a sly grin on your face as you moved it back to his face.

Jotaro was faster though, as he grabbed onto your wrist before you could angle it over his head. “Y/N, don’t.” He warned, sending you a stern look. Your surprised ‘o’ face turned into a smirk however, as you simply tilted your wrist forward and splashed the water directly in his face.

An evil giggle left you but it was stifled when Jotaro used his free hand to grab the cup from you and throw it across the room, using his grip on your wrist not a second later to pull you towards himself.

Your balance tipped over the bathtub but you managed to catch yourself with your free hand, slinging your arm around Jotaro’s shoulder to stop yourself while the arm stuck in his grip now touched the tiles of the wall.

He had attempted to pull you into the bathtub but you managed to catch yourself as your upper body now hovered over it.

Or, at least, that’s what you thought.

Jotaro never intended to pull you into the bath. Releasing your wrist, Jotaro instead placed his hand on the side of your neck and jaw, putting his other on your side to pull you closer towards himself and lock you in place. All of this happened in less than a second and a surprised squeak left you.

Jotaro found the sound absolutely adorable and when his teeth nipped at the skin of your neck, you did it again, just much louder this time, making the merman chuckle.

“I warned you.” You heard the smugness in his voice, making you take a shuddering breath.

“O-Okay, I get it. Can you let go now?” You were starting to get very flustered, feeling Jotaro’s breath against your neck as well as an occasional brush of his lips on your skin.

Your question earned you another nip however, this time a little closer to your shoulder, Jotaro having pulled your shirt away a bit to expose it. “Not what I want to hear.”

“You want to hear something?!” You exclaimed, making Jotaro let out a ‘mhm.’ Him shifting his face, almost as if he was looking for another place to playfully bite at you. “I- I-“ You started rambling out things but Jotaro was no longer focused on that.

It was like you put a spell on him. Jotaro had never before felt the urge to court someone before. And then you stepped into his life, being so kind yet always ready with a witty retort whenever he shot you one. And now, he had you so close, almost pressed into his chest, breathing in your intoxicating scent.

Without pause, Jotaro opened his mouth and locked his jaw onto the spot where your neck met your shoulder, a little further down.

Oh how he wanted to claim you. He wouldn’t! But the thought of how he simply had to just clamp down and bite a little harder, marking you as his, was way too tempting to not at least tease. Just get a small taste. The tips of his teeth ever so slightly punctured through your skin and Jotaro closed his eyes in bliss.

All the while, you froze and swallowed, because, that was not just a little nip from his front few teeth, this was a lot of them. A slight pain flared up where he bit and you squeezed his shoulder that you were leaning onto. “Jotaro?” You meekly let out and he then started making a noise that he- was that purring? You didn’t even know he could.

You didn’t dare move nor speak a word, not knowing what was going on and just listening to the calming sound coming from him for the next minute.

Finally Jotaro figured that was enough, lifting his teeth away and silently admiring the very light and small mark he made. It wouldn’t scar or stay, but Jotaro already loved the look of it. He leaned his head down and ran his tongue over it, tasting the faintest bit of your blood as he licked it away, treating your wound with utmost care.

This you allowed, a bit more relaxed by the familiar behaviour, for he had done this as well when you had cut yourself on some broken glass someone had left half buried in the sand.

Finally he let go and you quickly shot up, standing straight as an arrow next to the bathtub.

Jotaro was being forward. He knew that. Maybe even a bit too much so. But he felt he could risk it. Now that he was literally in your house, he didn’t have to worry about his forwardness scaring you away. You literally couldn’t run and avoid him. If you hadn’t picked up on his signs up until now, he had to make them more obvious; marking where the mating mark would come being one of the most obvious things he could think of.

“That’s for not listening to me.” He remarked and you opened and closed your mouth like a guppy, staring wide eyed at your tiled wall before shaking your head and snapping out of your state, slapping your hand onto your shoulder, briefly forgetting he had just licked you there and scrunching up your nose a bit cause- ew.

Lifting your hand back off you wiped it on your pants before walking to the cup Jotaro had thrown on the floor, picking it up and walking back over, nearly slipping as you did. This made Jotaro flinch to try and catch you but you already steadied yourself, meaning all that accomplished was throwing more water on the floor, the reason you nearly slipped.

After returning to his side, you continued trying to completely wet him; neither of you really saying anything, just staying in a comfortable silence.

After another ten minutes however, you figured that was good enough.

“Alright!” Slapping the edge of the tub, you smiled at the Mer. “I think that’s good enough. In about three hours the sun will go down, then we can get you from here to the pool.”

With that you stood up, but before anything else, your wrist was grabbed. “Where are you going?”

“I have to do some things.” You smiled, only for the hand around your wrist to tighten.

Jotaro held a somewhat sad and somewhat angry look on his face as he held on. “Stay?”

“Jotaro, I’ve got to do stuff.” You shook your head but Jotaro didn’t like that.

“Stay.” He growled it this time, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“No, I have to go do things. You stay here fish boy, I’ll come check on you after I’m done.” With that, you went to turn away, trying to pull your wrist from his hold as you moved to take a step.

Yet you yelped loudly as you were suddenly tugged sideways, falling towards your bath before a pair of arms caught you. You were spun around and pulled down, the sensation of cold water flooding over and enveloping your lower half making your breath hitch.

The water sloshed dangerously, threatening to spill over the edge of the tub as Jotaro settled down, tightly holding you against himself and basically on his lap, his arms like chains around your middle and barely even giving you enough room to breathe, definitely not leaving you any room to squirm.

“Stay.” Jotaro’s voice was low, a faint, deep, rumbling growl from the back of his throat accompanying his words as he spoke almost directly into your ear.

Almost immediately you starred, instinctively doing as he said as you sat still, your eyes staring wide in surprise. Your chest was going up and down fast with deep breaths. It wasn’t that you were afraid of Jotaro, he wouldn’t hurt you, you knew that. It was more that it made you realise how large and dangerous Jotaro actually could be if he so chose to be.

Taking in a deep breath to calm down, you tried to ignore the coming stress of not being able to complete that task for work today (it was fine, you could do it tomorrow, right?), as well as trying to not make your teeth clack thanks to sitting in the cold water. Cause while Jotaro was made for it, you definitely weren’t.

Seeing as you weren’t trying to squirm out of his hold, Jotaro happily started purring, his chest pressed directly into your back while he placed his chin on your shoulder. Shifting his tail, he turned the end around until it was splayed out over your lap in front of you, allowing you to play with the fins.

You gently grabbed hold, starting to stroke over them and Jotaro revelled in your soft touch. You guessed this was gonna be your life for the next three hours. Freezing your butt off in water while in the hold of a grumpy Merman who would not let go.

- - - -

“Jotaro, please don’t splash!” You called out from the kitchen.

“I’m not!” Was the response you got, making you look over at your living room. There, past your dining table, in front of the couch, sat the ginormous Mer ...in a kids pool.

You had bought it about two days ago after Jotaro kept complaining that you weren’t coming outside to see him. He loved to ignore the fact that it was bloody cold and raining so hard that you only had to stand outside for a second to be drenched. So, to solve this and not have Jotaro forced to sit in the bathroom on his own, you bought a kiddie pool. One of the bigger ones you could find yet was still able to fit there where your coffee table once stood.

Right now, you were just making something to snack on while Jotaro sat and ‘patiently’ waited for you. He had discovered the television yesterday and was absolutely enamoured. Just now coaxing and urging you to turn it on again. You had agreed and were thus now getting some snacks ready to eat and drink during the marathon.

Marathon of what? No clue.

Walking over to the couch area, you placed the different snacks down on the pushed aside coffee table, walking back to the kitchen to grab the drinks as well before returning.

“Here, drink something first.” You offered the glass in your hand to Jotaro and he scrunched up his nose, as if a kid who has just been asked to take his vitamins. “You haven’t been in the bathtub in a bit and you know chlorine can’t be the best thirst clencher.” You sighed. “So unless you plan to faceplant in the kiddie pool, drink up, Jojo.” You used the nickname he had asked you to call him on purpose, knowing he loved it when you did that.

And it proved true, for he took the tall glass from your hand and threw it back as if it was a shot without any more complaint.

Happy that he did it, you quickly refilled the glass before placing it down on the table by his side, stepping over the furniture with a bit of a wobble (you had to put the table in the walkway or else the pool wouldn’t fit) and walking to the front of your tv.

“So, what do you want to watch?” You asked as you sat crouched down.

A wet hand suddenly got placed on your lower back and right thigh, Jotaro having pulled himself up to you as he was now curiously looking over your shoulder.

“What’s that?” Jotaro asked, lifting his hand from your thigh as he pointed to a certain dvd case sitting at the bottom of the pile in your hand.

“This? It’s a Barbie film. I have it for when my niece comes over.” You raised a brow and turned your head to look back at Jotaro. His eyes were transfixed on the box and you couldn’t help but silently giggle at his cute look. For him, it was the colours. The vibrant pink and silver sparkles just drew his attention and curiosity, having not a clue about anything else. “You wanna watch it?” You asked but didn’t get a clear answer.

And so, you just decided for the both of you. “Fuck it, let’s watch it.” You chuckled, putting all the other DVD’s away and taking the Barbie disc out of its case and into the player.

Standing up, Jotaro finally took his hand off your lower back - where now sat a wet spot - and slinked back to the other side of the pool, patiently waiting for you and for the movie to start.

Snorting softly, you shook your head as you grabbed the remote and walked around the pool, climbing onto the couch and to the middle of it, taking your fluffy socks off as you sat behind Jotaro in your short summer pyjamas, choosing the language of the Barbie film like they always asked before putting your feet in the pool.

A happy rumble left Jotaro as you did that, your legs running under his arms and at his side, the Mer now grabbing your ankles as he made you lock your legs around his torso, leaning back into the bottom of the couch as if it was a backrest. His elbows pointed down, he held onto your legs around his torso, making you keep them there as he petted and lightly scratched them. A content rumbling sigh leaving him as you pressed play on the movie.

You just looked at the back of his head for a bit, feeling his hands glide over your legs. It was a strange, the direction your life decided to take you on, sure. But you had to admit that you did not mind per se.

Leaning forward, you patted the top of Jotaro’s head twice, making him start a bit and look at you wide eyed while you leaned over and grabbed your bowl of snacks, leaning back into the couch cushions afterwards, ready for the movie.

In the end, Jotaro didn’t like it. Barbie was annoying. But the colours were pretty!

[erodasfishtacos]

Three Minutes

Prompt: Harry slips up and it’s only right his wife serves him a little punishment.

Word Count: 3.2 k +

Warnings: Language, Sexual Content (sexting, dirty talk, public, subby!h)

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Harry was dreading his interview with Howard Stern. The guy was an obnoxious prick who had no filter and liked to put people on the spot - it’s what he’s doing right now. 

You were off to the side, watching the interview next to Jeff. It was matter of time before Howard brought you up to pick and prod at your husband.

“So Harry, you’re married, yes?” Howard asks, typical sunglasses on and curly permed hair donned. His mouth a little to close to the microphone.

“Yeah, I am,” Harry smiles tightly, hands rubbing on this upper thighs. He spares a quick glance over to you.

“She’s here, right?” Howard looks over at you and winks, “Fucking gorgeous babe, huh?”

You roll your eyes at the interviewers remark and Harry’s isn’t pleased but nicely responds, “She’s amazing, way out of my league.”

Howard laughs, “Now I have to ask you, does she tour with you?”

Harry replies, “Yeah. For the most part, sometimes she’ll go off to visit family or friends for a bit.”

The interview smirks, “Does she get worried you’re going to fuck other people while she’s not there? I mean you have girls falling at your feet. It must be hard to avoid temptation.”

You blink owlishly, attempting to contain the offended scoff bubbling in your throat. Jeff snickers and you send him a elbow.

Your husbands face can’t hide his annoyance at the question, “Are you asking me if it’s hard not to cheat on my wife?”

“I mean you could have a line up of girls after every show willing to blow you. I couldn’t be satisfied going home to the same thing every night.”

The band is looking back and forth at each other - clearly uncomfortable. Mitch’s face completely blank - of course.

“Well, I mean - I think that kind of stuff like...people going crazy over you was exciting when I was a bit younger. But no, I mean I’m very much in love and also consider myself a monogamous person.”

“Man, I mean - some of the songs you write about her? Watermelon Sugar, that’s clearly about eating her out,” Howard laughs, the tune playing softly in the background.

Jeff nearly chokes on the water he’s drinking and you pat him hard on the back - as payback for making Harry do this interview.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had pussy so good I’d write about it,” the interview jokes crudely. The women interviewer tittering in the background at his antics.

Harry fumbles, “Uh-uhm, it’s not uh- necessarily about anything or any act like...in particular. Just about having a good time with the person you love.”

The female interviewer who stays mostly quite chirps in to break the tension, “Is it hard to be long-distance when she’s not on the road with you?”

“Not at all. Most of the time she’s with me but we’re lucky we have technology that helps us not feel so far away from each other.”

Howard smiles, “How do you not go crazy being without sex for long amounts of time?”

It’s odd how obsessed this guy is with sex. As well as painting Harry as some sex-crazed rockstar who can’t go a day without.

Harry then goes on to put his entire, big ass foot in his mouth. “Y‘know that’s uh-that’s what good about FaceTime and Snapchat.”

The interviewer grins like a predator at Harry’s admission. You’re face is bright fucking pink. You’re gonna murder him.

“Well you heard it here first, folks. The key to how Harry Styles - one of the greatest artist of his time- keeps a happy relationship with his wife while he’s on the road. Dick pics and FaceTime sex.”

Harry glances over at you, his face apologetic as he already knows he in trouble.

You’re not that embarrassed - it not like it’s a weird thing to do but you didn’t want him talking about it with a trashy talk show host. 

The interview is almost over which is good because Harry’s about to lose his temper after he’s asked about his step-father’s passing and the stalker who was harassing you two.

During the interview however, you get a wonderful fucking idea as easy payback for Harry’s little slip up.

After Harry’s tossed his headset and microphone pack off with a little too much force to be unnoticeable - he’s sliding up beside you.

“Baby love,” He murmurs sheepishly into your cheek, nuzzling there for a moment, and breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

“You did good, H,” You reply softly, landing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back to brush his hair off his forehead.

“Y’not mad?” Harry asks warily, knowing he got nervous and gave a little too much information.

“No baby, not mad at all,” Your voice steady and believable. It was true - you weren’t mad, just a little annoyed.

He seems confused. He knows you like the back of his hand and usually, you get peeved when he says something in interviews you’d rather the word not know.

Like the one time he let it slip you had an affinity for hooking up in hotel pools after dark. Prat.

**

Harry multiple appearances that day and it ends in a dinner at a fancy restaurant in Beverly Hills with big wigs.

You were invited but declined, despite Harry’s pouting and whines for you to go. You were the only thing that made these work obligations go faster.

However, you had other plans and a little bit of revenge to play on your unsuspecting husband.

All in good fun - of course.

**

Harry sits down with a group of people from his label. They’re all dressed in tight suits and rolex watches.

Harry on the other hand is in a flowy button-up only halfway done and a tight pair is skinny jeans. Jeff is dressed pretty casually too.

They were talking about tour dates and had just received their appetizers when he gets the text from you. Your name in his phone as baby love.

Harry nearly chokes on his water when he opens the message to reveal an image of you nearly naked in your shared bed. You skin tone standing out against the baby blue comforter.

You have one of his vintage tees on as well as some creme boyshort panties. The shirt is lifted though, rumpled up by your collarbones to reveal your breasts.

Harry wants to drool over the picture but doesn’t want to risk anyone else seeing his wife in any state of undress. So he quickly responds.

Baby, I’m at dinner.

You reply with another picture. A hand tucked down your underwear, cupping your heat. He can see the outline of your fingers underneath the thin fabric.

Already have something you could eat.

Harry can already feel himself twitch in his jeans. Cut it the fuck out now

Another. Fucking. Picture. Comes through.

This time you’re completely stripped, tits visible with soft pink peaks, and a hand strategically covering your cunt. 

Make me, H.

It clicks what game you’re playing. You rarely sent anything risqué when you where together because you had each other physically.

Harry curses under his breathe, locking his phone and pushing back his chair a little too fast - excusing himself to the loo.

As soon as he clicks the lock on the single-person restroom, he’s pressing on your contact information and you pick up on the very first ring.

“You bloody brat, I’m out at dinner,” Harry hisses at you, giving himself a rough squeeze through his tighten trousers.

All he hears back is a breathy moan. He’d know that sound anywhere - you’re touching yourself.

“What the fuck are you playin’ at?” Your husband demands, but the clipped edge in his tone tells you how much it’s affecting him.

“Just a little payback, babe...for spilling our dirty secrets,” you hum innocently, deciding to send him another picture.

It’s a simple photo without context some might not even understand. It’s just your hand but your fingers glistening with your arousal. 

Harry’s hand is about to crush is phone into bits as his eyes roam the picture. He was nearly panting, already able to imagine the taste and smell.

He takes a deep breath before he threatens you, “if you don’t pull your desperate little self together right now- I’m not going anywhere near that needy cunt and I’ll make you spend all night choking on me.”

Instead of the typical, sad whimpers he expects to hear - he receives a patronizing, high-pitched giggle.

“That’s not how it’s going to work tonight, H,” you inform him in a matter-of-fact manner before continuing, “we’re playing by my rules.”

Your husband laughs in disbelief, echoing against the bleak bathroom walls, “and what those rules, sweetheart?”

“You’re going to go sit through your nice little dinner, rockstar. And I’m going to send you pictures, maybe some videos to watch to keep you entertained. If you don’t open them within three minutes each time and reply - you’re not coming tonight. The couch will have a blanket and pillow ready for you.”

If he was in charge, he’d laugh and remind you that you two have three lovely guest rooms he could choose from. But he doesn’t want to push it.

“Fuck,” Harry spits, having to cram his hand into his jeans to adjust himself so he doesn’t look like a pervert when he goes back out.

But he was so fucking game.

He’d do anything you wanted from him - no matter if he could embarrass himself in front of business partners or fans. He was besotted, whipped, whatever you wanted to call him.

“Are you going to be good for me, baby?” You coo tauntingly, from the other end of the line. Basking in his little huffs of air and the agitated lift in his voice.

“Yeah, m’gonna be good,” he murmurs gruffly, his demeanor had changed now that he wasn’t in charge any longer - always willing to let you be dominant when you wanted to be. 

It wasn’t often - but when you did, Harry would fall into a nice, fuzzy headspace of compliance and submission. He always wanted to please and this amplified all of his desires.

“Best husband I could ask for, you know?” You reward, knowing that the games are just getting started and you wanted to make this last.

“I love you s’much,” Harry automatically returns, with deep devotion and honesty. His voice as sweet as maple syrup.

“Are you hard, H?” 

He grips himself, like he’d just remember, “m’really fucking hard for you.”

“Snap an picture for me, pull yourself together, and then go back to your table - don’t forget the rules.”

“Yes ba-“

Then you end the call while he’s talking.

Harry’s a little shaky as he swipes onto his camera. He grips the thick outline of his cock, rings glinting in the dull lights, and takes a picture.

He hopes it’s good enough and quickly sends it before splashes some cold water on his face and thinking of anything but his naked wife laying at home in their bed - wet and horny.

Jeff gives him a side-eye when he sits back down, casually throwing a napkin over his lap because he can’t help the semi that refuses to go down all together.

“You alright?” His manager asks him, the others still in the throws of tour venues and vendors discussions.

Harry nods, lying easily “the missus couldn’t find her phone charger - thought I nipped it.”

“You do love to steal those,” his friends agrees before cutting off one of them men to suggest three days at Madison Square Garden instead of two.

Harry’s clutching his phone like a lifeline, anticipating the indicative text vibrations that let him know you’ve sent something.

However, despite how many times he checks, fifteen minutes pass and still nothing has sent from you. He almost starts to worry if you’re okay.

But just like the sneaky little thing you are, you wanted to give him enough time to calm down and relax before rilining him up again.

When it finally alerts him, he’s unlocking his phone and opening the message thread as fast as possible. 

The picture makes his jaw almost drop on the fucking carpeted floor. You’re in one the large closets in your home- the one that holds all of his Gucci suits in particular.

There is a massive floor to ceiling mirror in this room that you’re standing in front of. You’ve slid on one of his custom silk Gucci button-ups that has styles embroidered on the breast pocket without doing doing up any of the buttons.

He’s an absolutely goner for you in anything that makes you look like his property - the large engagement ring and wedding band on your left ring-finger satiates that feeling quite well.

It takes he a moment before he realizes what else you’re wearing. Your fucking collar. It sat tight around your neck, the expensive leather biting into your skin.

Your one hand was holding the phone and the other had a hand teasing at one of your hardened nipples through the silk fabric of the shirt.

He keeps his phone in his lap with a dim light setting so nobody can risk a chance at seeing such explicits pictures of what’s his.

You look so good with my name on you, baby. Please, want to see you in just the collar, take off the shirt.

Harry fumbles along with the conversation, that’s revolving all around him, “Yeah, I loved Argentina. Definitely want to got there again.”

Buzz.

How’d you already forget I’m in charge? Maybe I’ll just go to bed if you’re not going to follow instructions.

As punishment - if you can really call it that - in the next image you don’t have the collar on any longer and you’ve done up a few buttons on the silk shirt.

Harry feels panicked at the thought of you stopping. He was in a nice, soft headspace clinging onto anything you were willing to give him - desperate to make you happy.

I’m sorry, baby. I’ll be good for you. You’re so fucking sexy. I can basically taste you on my tongue.

“Harry?” Jeff draws him out of his haze. He’s looking at him expectantly, eyebrow quirked, and a martini in his hand.

“What did you say?” Harry asks, eyes itching to dart back down to the screen of his mobile.

“Would you want Kacey to open for you again in North America?” Jeff repeats with annoyance.

“Oh, uh-yeah, that’d be great,” he tells them without really think about it.

He should be paying attention to this pretty important meeting but he can’t when he gets another alert.

The video is back in the bedroom, your delicate fingers sliding down your torso with the button-up pooled around your ribs.

Your hand slowly, at a near crawl- traces down with the camera until the manicured tips of your fingers are at your mound.

Harry’s stomach is tensing in excitement as he watches your fingers dip into the part in your slick, swollen folds.

He has to bite back a groan when the video cuts off and he reads the text below the attachment.

Was this the pussy you enjoyed eating so much you won a Grammy writing about? Was Howard right in his interview?

If Harry was in charge, he would have delivered a few resounding smacks to your arse for how cocky you were being - despite it being the absolute truth.

Did he write and win a Grammy based on a song about how much he loved eating his wife out? Sure fucking did.

Baby love. Yeah, wrote it about you. Write all my songs about how much I love you and your body. Everything is yours.

Harry is so good when he’s subby - is the thing.

Harry was a sappy sod anyways, always ready to tell you how much he loved you and thousand of other sweet things. This just amplified all of his warm, fuzzy emotions.

Send me a picture of your left hand

He hesitates for a moment, still nodding along to the ebb and flow of the business talk but having no actual idea what they’re talking about.

Harry places his large, wide hand flat on the table in front of him. He knew why you wanted his left hand - you were just as possessive as him. 

You want to see his long, slim fingers that feel so good inside of you. You want to see the glimmer of his wedding band as well as the tattoo of your name on the outer curve of his hand.

He doesn’t think to turn off his flash. It ends up going off in the dimly lit restaurant and blinding the table, reflecting off the silver flatware. 

He looks like a complete knob - taking a picture of his hand but also something weird Harry may do anyways and upload to his Instagram.

The men blink a few times and look at him with a confused expression. Jeff jabs him roughly in the side.

“Uh, snapchat streak,” he mumbles, tucking his phone back into his lap and sending it.

You were cutting it close, babe. 2 minutes, I don’t like waiting. But fuck, who’s name is that on your hand, who’s that ring for?

You, you baby. All of its for you, promise. I belong to you, only you for the rest of my life.

The response is quick.

But...you have girls falling at your feet, lining up to blow you.

A direct quote for the interview today. Brat - she knew how he hated when people assumed or talked like he had no self control or morals.

Only want your mouth, your cunt, your tits. So bloody gone for you, baby. Please send me another video.

He really shouldn’t be egging you on.

Your being greedy but you’ve been following the rules so I’ll allow it.

The video does not disappoint. You’re hand is nestled down between your thighs, pinching at your puffy, stimulated bud. Just the amount of pain you like. It’s a short clip but it has him wriggling in his seat.

He watches it again but before he can finish it - Jeff is snatching his phone out of his shaky hands and tucking it into his own pants pocket.

The manager’s obviously sick of the lack of focus and honestly, how disrespectful Harry’s being which is something he usual never is.

“Pay attention,” he whispers with a sharp, irritated tone before clapping Harry on the back to play off the scolding to the group.

Harry feels a knot form in his stomach as his phone sits stagnant in his friends pocket. His wife sitting, impatiently waiting for his response that she’s not going to get.

He watches his vintage wristwatch as fifteen minutes pass, he hears a few buzzes from his phone that go unattended.

Harry’s not fuzzy anymore - well not in a good way. He has anxiety bubbling in his tummy and his semi had finally disappeared from nerves of disappointing you.

He decides to engage in the conversation to keep his mind off of what is waiting for him at home. He craved to look at those images and videos again. To have it in real life.

**

It had been three hours since he responded. The people at the table insisting on dessert and alcoholic coffees despite Harry saying he was exhausted from a long day of promo.

At the end of dinner, Harry would love to lie and say he’s recovered from his shakiness but he hadn’t.

After shaking the hands of the record label men, he walks to his car with Jeff. He gets a nice talking to before his phone is being placed back into his hand and he’s sliding into his obnoxious vintage Ferrari.

He takes a deep breathe before he unlocks his phone. The buzzes he heard where not all from you. A few from Twitter, his mum, Niall. There was only one from you.

Game Over. You lose.

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Thank you for reading💕🥺

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Arcane – Little Flower 23 – Calm Moments

Silco x female!reader

Angst/Fluff/Comfort

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Author's Comment:

Sorry for this chapter being so short, I'm sleep deprived, very tired. Next one will be longer.

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What Happened Before:

Little Flower Part 2 - Safe And Sound

Little Flower Part 3 - Cupidos (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 4 - Before You Killed Me (Violence 18+)

Little Flower Part 5 - Carried By Our Desolation (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 6 - The Morning After (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 7 - Love And War (Smut 18+

Little Flower Part 8 - Who We Really Are (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 9 - What We Deserve

Little Flower Part 10 - Liar

LittleFlower part 11 - Curiosity Killed The Cat

Little Flower Part 12 - Blood Bath (18+ Violence)

Little Flower Part 13 - Aftermath (18+ Smut)

Little Flower Part 14 - Backlash

Little Flower Part 15.1 - The Punishment Of Our Sins

Little Flower Part 15.2 - The Punishment Of Our Sins (18+)

Little Flower Part 16 - South Of Heaven

Little Flower Part 17 - A Turn Of Events (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 18 - A Bond Without A Future

Little Flower Part 19 - Tick Tock (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 20 - Wedding Night (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 21 - Back In Town

Litle Flower Part 22 - Stressed Out (Smut 18+)

Part 23 - Calm Moments

When you heard the bathroom door open, you looked up, startled. You were so lost in your thoughts that you forgot for a moment that Silco had been in the bathroom.

"Your turn, little flower," he said, giving you a kiss on the temple as he passed.

You knew his mind was already back at work at the moment, there was still a lot to do to get Zaun back in shape. Although it was actually already quite late. He often did this, even when he was already in bed, he often got up again to do some things.

You forced a small smile and hurried past him to the bathroom. Heart pounding, you shut the door behind you and took a deep breath. You would freshen up, then you would calmly explain to Silco what was going on.

You weren't pregnant, you should be relieved, and basically you were. But in the back of your mind sat a nasty, small but insistent voice that kept reminding you how much Silco had been looking forward to having a baby, a child together.

You quickly took a hot shower, prepared yourself accordingly because of your period and put on fresh clothes. Resting your hands on the sink, you looked at your face in the mirror.

"Shut up," you muttered to the annoying little voice in the back of your head "Everything will be fine. None of this is your fault"

You put cream on your face, used perfume, took your time. You knew yourself that you were only delaying the confrontation, but you needed some time to collect yourself. However, Silco put a spoke in your wheel.

There was a knock on the bathroom door and you flinched, startled.

"Y/N, little flower, are you all right? You've been in there for quite a while"

With a racing heart you replied, "Of course, everything is okay, I was just taking a hot shower and freshening up a bit."

After a short pause you heard him ask, "Can I come in?"

You suppressed a sigh, actually you wanted to be alone for a few more minutes, but you also didn't want to upset or anger him.

"Sure," you finally said.

He tried to open the door, but you had locked it earlier.

"Oh, sorry, wait, I'll get it," you said hurriedly and rushed to the door to unlock it.

When you finally opened the door, Silco met you with a critical look.

"Since when do you lock yourself in the bathroom?"

You shrugged your shoulders.

"I don't know, happened kind of automatically, I just wanted to shower in peace".

He brushed a damp strand of hair out of your forehead and asked quietly, "Is the matter of the possible pregnancy still bothering you that much? You seem a little tense again."

You sighed in surrender.

"About that," you began, "there's something I need to tell you."

Silco's brows moved up questioningly.

"Oh, yeah?"

You nodded.

"I'm not pregnant" you said directly to get the matter over with quickly.

Silco didn't seem angry, more like a little sad. The corners of his mouth moved down a bit and he frowned.

"Are you sure?" he asked gently.

Again, you nodded.

"My period just kicked in. I know you were excited about a possible child, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm also relieved," you spoke honestly.

He looked at you as if he was thinking about what you had just said, as if he wasn't sure if you were telling him the truth, and restlessness rose in you, which you had trouble hiding.

You stepped from one foot to the other. You had a little stomach ache and generally felt physically and mentally quite unwell at the moment. You just wanted to lie down in bed and sleep for a few hours.

"I understand," he finally said quietly "Are you having another stomach ache?"

"A little, but I'm okay. It's getting late and I'd like to lie down for a bit if you don't mind"

With a soft sigh he kissed your cheek and said "Lie down, I'll get you some tea and a snack to eat in bed"

Surprised but also pleased that he let the matter rest for the time being and cared about your well-being, you nodded with a smile.

Silco took you to the bedroom, even tucked you in before he went to get the tea and snack. He had made the beds freshly while you were in the bathroom, you noted.

When Silco returned he had a small tray with a full cup of hot tea, a small plate with various pieces of fruit, some chocolate and saltine crackers. You had to grin when you saw the assortment.

He carefully placed the tray on your lap over the blanket and said, "By now I know that you can have unpredictable cravings in your condition. Hence the different things"

"That's so sweet of you, thank you," you spoke softly.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and silently watched you eat a strawberry.

After a few minutes of silence, you gently remarked, "I'm surprised you're taking this so relatively calmly."

He smiled sadly and said, "It's useless to fret over a situation you can't change. Wasted energy. Of course, I'm still a little disappointed"

"I'm sorry," you said uncertainly.

Silco shook his head and stroked your cheek with one finger.

"I'm not disappointed in you, I'm disappointed in the situation. Although the timing would not have been very good and I had never thought about it before; when you said you might be pregnant I was quite unexpected, delighted"

"Maybe at another time, when I'm ready for it," you admitted.

Silco smiled.

"Maybe. That would be nice."

With a gentle smirk, you patted the bed beside you.

"Won't you at least join me for a little while?"

He seemed to consider for a brief moment, but finally took off his shoes and sat down next to you, you fed each other pieces of fruit and chocolate, enjoying a relaxing moment of peace and togetherness. Rarely enough did you have moments like that.

It was nice to be alone for a moment, to spend time with him without him brooding over work.

After a while you leaned against his shoulder, nibbled some crackers and emptied your tea.

Your abdomen still felt achy and uncomfortable, but at the moment you didn't mind much. It was comfortable, it was warm, you were fed, and you had Silco to yourself.

Leaning against his shoulder, you were almost asleep when there was a knock on the bedroom door and you startled awake.

Of course this moment had to end, it would have been too nice to finally lie in bed together again and fall asleep comfortably.

"Boss?"

It was Sevika on the other side of the door.

Silco sighed and smiled apologetically at you, then called out, "It's pretty late and I'm in bed with my wife. I hope for your sake that whatever brings you here is damn important."

You heard Sevika sigh as well.

"You know me, would I ever knock on your bedroom door for no good reason?"

Silco kissed your temple.

"Sorry little flower, apparently we are not granted this quiet moment. Rest, get some sleep, I'll join you again later," he said softly and finally climbed out of bed.

With a sense of dismay, you watched him disappear from the bedroom and pull the door shut behind him. Part of you wondered what was going on now that was so important, but you were too tired to really concern yourself with it.

Yawning, you lay down more comfortably, turned to your side, and closed your eyes. A few hours of sleep couldn't hurt.

Silco walked to his desk and gave Sevika a questioning look. She had bruises on her face, scratches and marks.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he took a cigar from the box on his desk "Did you have some trouble?"

Sevika stepped closer to the desk as Silco sat down in his chair.

"You could say that," she grumbled and sat down in the chair across from Silco.

Silco clipped his cigar and lit it before asking, "What happened?"

" I had an encounter with some thugs of a certain Killian Rathbone".

Silco frowned.

"Is that a name I should know?" he asked, puzzled.

"He's one of the small-time hoodlums who's established himself in your absence and gained certain influence"

Silco narrowed his eyes to critical slits.

"That does sound like a problem. Do you know where this Rathbone resides?"

Sevika nodded gravely.

"Good, then round up the boys and we'll smoke out a rat's nest tonight".

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