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oro-e-diamanti · 2 years ago

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Okay, I've been excited for this story ever since I first heard about the briefest idea of it and I'm 100% sure it will exceed all my expectations, I'm almost scared to start so it doesn't end but ahhh I'm more excited to read what you've come up with so let's go!!

love the setup already

I already read this part of the story and it still made me giggle gdkhsjagdf love these two

"They don’t talk about it, it’s just between them, but something changed - Victoria knows. Thomas only blinks at her when she presses her lips to his." I shouldn't be losing it so early into the story but HERE I AM

I love the idea of them communicating nonverbally so much

Aw Vic cuddled under his blanket

The way they involve her as well 😭 I already have too many feelings

Big fucking sigh of love

"His heart gets so close to exploding everytime, and so embarrassedly heavy, when he sees you two together." CRYING I LOVE IT

Aw Thomas, not stupid at all

HE MAKES A NOTE IN HIS PHONE, I love one (1) man and it's Thomas written by Foxy

Sounds like Vic is hiding some things too!! Whether she's aware or not haha

"How your bodies would work together. That maybe one of you would invite him in." damn

"He moans, in a room full of people, just like that." you really know how to throw those kinds of sentences in the middle of a scene where they make perfect sense and yet catch me off guard so much and it's TALENT

love the ringing in his head overpowering the ringing of his actual phone haha

need me someone to be that protective of me thank you

Damiano stop pretending to be the voice of reason, if that's what Thomas is all over the news for, I'll have even more reason to love him

"when Vic and him are testing how long they can kiss without suffocating in a crowded place" 👀

"At least one person he can hold." 😭

yeah that's 100% something Thomas would watch on youtube

ASKFHJdskgjds

I am losing my mind

help

"“Her.”" DEAD, DECEASED, GOODBYE

Ethan being Ethan

100% the type to sit them down and go "ok what is happening"

WELL NOW I CAN'T POST MY STORY, NOT JUST BECAUSE THIS IS REALLY GOOD BUT ALSO BECAUSE ITLL SEEM LIKE I RIPPED YOU OFF EVEN THOUGH I FINISHED IT BEFORE READING THIS hahahahaha

still cackling at the pussy line

Pure, adorable Thomas googling, I love it

saffdhad the way it was thrown it that not having a threesome was not for lack of trying

Ethan hahahaha

god I love this so much

can I have this?? I think I'd thrive haha

Very stupid lol

ETHAN hahaha

awww

oh Thomas, my heart

oop awkward lol

"Thomas bites his lips again but he says yes with so much confidence that Vic tiptoes a little bit and kisses him on the lips. The shock on the woman’s face who is showing up behind Vic almost has you giggle but you don’t when you feel how Thomas grabs your hand." BIG SIGH I LOVE IT

VIC HAS PLANS

Thomas has his own definition of romantic

god this is amazing, I think this might be one of my favourite stories of all time

ok that's all I'm craving, I need a moment lol

I LOVE the scrabble scene haha

Thomas and his googling ahhhh hahaah

ashdjkgss KISSING

not the passport story lmao

I adore those little details so much

jesus I'd die if I got sent those vids personally

Ethan once again being the voice of reason

sdfhkljhsf Thomas kissing the screen

SHE'S MINE I'M GONNA DIE

OH MY GOD I LOVE THAT YOU REFERENCED THE SCENE FROM THE VIDEO DIARY THING BECAUSE IT'S ALL I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT FOR DAYS OKAY

Ethan just constantly running around tearing at his own hair like "CAN'T YOU FOLKS FIGURE THIS OUT"

Ethan I love you

just intervening like "come onnn"

he's just everyone's relationship coach in this

oops Thomas watcha doing

bit of tense ride this time hm

oh dear oh dear these three REALLY need to talk

my heart aches

you know a story is really good when your heart skips a beat just from reading a kiss getting ever slightly more heated even before anything else happens so CONGRATS AS ALWAYS, I FEEL THINGS

adhlkfd love that she's not explaining but demonstrating

oh god I love it

Ethan saying he had to earn his present hahahaha god you write them so well, there's so much nuance and humour in your writings and you really capture the essence of the band, I'm in awe, always

A REEINDEER I LOVE REEINDEERS I REALLY WANT TO ADOPT ONE FROM SCOTLAND THAT I MET

aaaaand the necklace just killed me

help that's sexy

JESUS YEP

I feel that Thomas, I feel that

(I wish I could really feel that ghdjak)

in bed huh

oh VIC

a disclaimer hgjkdfads why is that me

jeez Vic

having trouble commenting which means it's really really good

having Vic holding her legs open for Thomas is 10/10 content and I will not elaborate

asdfsxfhlg brain dead, me

I'd kill to have this jesus christ

who wouldn't want to start the new year like that lol

dead, deceased, why can't that be me, I feel this story so hard lmao

THE PRESENT

I KNEW ETHAN WAS HOLDING BACK UNTI LTHEY FIGURED IT OUT BUT I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS GONNA BE

AND IT WAS PERFECT

EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT

I don't know what to do with my life now

My Partners Know About Each Other

Pairing: Thomas x Reader x Vic Description: You are in love. Thomas is in love. Vic is in love. It all could be so easy if you would all understand what you want and from who. Wordcount: 9.7k Warnings: Some fluff, some angst, some smut (threesome), polyamoury

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It's summer, just before the festival season starts. The bar is loud, people craming into a space that's way too small to be comfortable. Music. People talking, screaming, singing. Bass that vibrates through Victoria's body. And Thomas laughing next to her, a little bit too close, wine glass in hand, bangs hanging into his eyes, his cheeks light pink. Maybe she's staring, but she was already staring when he was dancing with you ten minutes ago. And five minutes ago when he went to the bar, his eyes darting around to look for you and now that he's looking down at her.

"Do you think she's into …"

Victoria looks at Thomas.

"Do you think she's into …"

Thomas looks at Victoria.

"What?" Thomas asks.

"I wanted to ask if you think she is into girls."

"Oh."

"What did you want to ask?"

"I wanted to ask if you think she's maybe into … me."

"Oh."

They both laugh. They still laugh when you're taking the wine glass out of Thomas' hand, questioning look on your face. But they don't share, it's their little moment, you're used to it. To them. They don't talk about it, it's just between them, but something changed - Victoria knows. Thomas only blinks at her when she presses her lips to his.

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Thomas can never say no to a party. He especially can't say no to a party when Vic is asking him to join. In most countries, in most cities, after most of the festivals they play all summer, Vic will look at him and he will just nod. And if she's too tired, looking at him and shaking her head, he'll still go out and dance the night away - people laughing how his long limbs are flying around. He doesn't care and he has too much energy, adrenaline spiking through his body. Talking to people he has never seen and will never see again. Here a drink and there a drink. More people. More dancing. Some touches here and there - some innocent, some not so much. His lips on someone elses. But in the end, he still ends up in his own bed every time - Vic cuddled under his blanket already sometimes. Her arm sneaking around his waist and instead of the adrenaline it's Vic's bodyheat that's travelling through his body.

"Did you have fun?"

"Hmmmm."

"Are you drunk?" She would ask and laugh against his neck.

"Hmmmmm."

She would laugh a little bit more and then breath Goodnight against his neck. Thomas would pick up his phone, to say Goodnight to you, via text or via voice message. Vic sometimes laughing a goodnight into his phone as well. He doesn't know when he started this, he just knows it has become his - your - little ritual, Vic sometimes wiggling her eyebrows at him. There will always be a good morning from you whenever you wake up. He also doesn't know how this with Vic started. He just knows that the cuddling is more. Vic's lips are on his more often now. She's in his bed more, even when they have their own. Thomas doesn't know how it started but he knows that something changed. They always were close. Always going to party, they never had a problem to be close with each other, or Vic to touch him, strolling through cities they never been to together. But their closeness changed in such way it makes Thomas head spin, him dizzy and he doesn't know where all this feeling is coming from or what it means. And then there's always you, even when Vic is next to him, there's always you in the back of his head. It confuses him even more. It's a feeling he can't explain.

Thomas isn't complaining. He enjoys every second of it - only his thoughts can't keep up with his heart that's racing too fast in his chest. When they are going out for lunch together, or for dinner alone. When Vic posts a picture of him and captions it date night - it makes his heart skip a beat. When they have drinks in their hands, are dancing, and Vic tiptoes to sing into his ear. When they gaze into the night sky together. When they are at the beach, watching the sunset, he cuddled up in Vic's arms - when he sees that she's taking a picture and how she's sending it to you. A picture of the sunset, a picture of him in her arms. When Vic shows him your answer and she smiles at him. There's always Vic, and always you.

He loves that you have gotten more comfortable with Vic. That Vic got more comfortable around you as well. How you text and talk and dance when the opportunity is there. He loves to see how much you love each other. His heart gets so close to exploding everytime, and so embarrassedly heavy, when he sees you two together. There's that feeling in his chest he just can't get rid off anymore.

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One afternoon Vic is chosing Ethan over him when he wants to pick her up for lunch and a trip to something local he wants to see. It stings, he isn't jealous, it's Ethan after all, but something isn't sitting quite right with him. Maybe it's the fact that they agreed to this days ago, maybe it's the fact that Vic knew how anxious he was the last couple of days, maybe it's because he feels like a second choice for a moment, maybe it's the thought that Vic isn't thinking about him the same. He scolds himself then, they're best friends. Nothing more - his feelings are just stupid.

"I thought you're enjoying the city?", you say when he calls you, "With Vic?"

"No, she decided to fuck off with Ethan."

"Sorry." Your answer is short, Thomas notices. Short and not like you would usually react. He realises that you might feel like a second choice too, and he feels sorry. It's not what he intended to do and he makes a note in his phone.

"But who cares?" He says and laughs. "I wanted to call you anyways. More time just for you and me."

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Vic has a talent to find girls that look just like you everywhere she steps. Thomas noticed it a while ago. The first time just after the conversation they had, and since then he sees it - he can't unsee it. He sees them dance with her and all his brain manages to do is to think how much he wants to see you dance with Vic. How your bodies would work together. That maybe one of you would invite him in.

Another party, another girl.

"He could join us," Vic suggests.

The girl giggles and puts her hand on his arm, stroking over his skin: "Oh, how exciting. I wouldn't say no to a real dick either."

Thomas feels how his cheeks are heating up, he's sure he looks like an overripe cherry. His head and his heart say no, his dick says yes. It's definitely interested, bulging his jeans so quickly, it's almost embarrassing. Vic's hand under his shirt isn't helping, she's scratching over the sensitive skin of his belly. He moans, in a room full of people, just like that. Vic grins, while the girl bets her eyelashes at him.

"And?"

He's ready to explode when there's a thigh between his legs putting pressure on his groin. Ready to give in and say yes. But it isn't right, it doesn't feel right, there's something off. It hits him that the constellation of people is wrong, that he's enjoying whatever Vic is doing to him but that the girl playing with the button of his jeans and making heart eyes at him should be you - and not just look like you, not whatever random girl Vic pulled for the night. The alarm bell in his head is ringing so loud, it takes him a second to make out what Victoria is saying.

"Thomas, your phone is ringing."

In the end his only saving grace is you calling. Crying.

"Hey, hey, hey," he says over the loud music of the club, "Breath."

He mouths a sorry in Vic's direction. And then he's escaping the music, four warm hands ripping him apart and Vic's gaze.

"I didn't know who else to call."

It's still haunting him, that sentence. Despite his non-violent and pretty chill nature, he swears that he'll punch the guy in the face when he's back.

"He just didn't go away and …" Thomas can hear how you burst into sobs. His heart is heavy in his chest. His ass almost ends up on a plane that night, he wants to hold you, he doesn't care about the rest. But in the end it's you who tells him not to do it.

"No, I tell you," he says to Damiano the next morning over coffee, "I'll punch that guy so hard."

"Sure." Damiano rolls his eyes at him. "And then you're all over the news in Italy, or what?"

He clenches his teeth: "I don't care."

It's not like anyone cares anyways, he's sure. He isn't the one ending up in the gossip headlines every week even when Vic and him are testing how long they can kiss without suffocating in a crowded place - that's still Damiano.

Vic isn't anywhere. They have an interview in about two hours, it's not like her to be late. He is, but Vic always makes it on time somehow. He's between, she's probably doing round two or three or four with the girl she pulled and being worried. When she isn't there ten minutes later, he goes to find her. There's shuffling behind the door, only Vic in the room - her eyes are swollen.

"Did you cry?"

She only nods and clings to him when he puts his arms around her. At least one person he can hold.

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Can you come over? I need your help with something.

Thomas stares at the text, it's the middle of the night and he can't imagine what his help is needed for. He's tired as well, he almost fell asleep over a Youtube video of three guys melting thousand chocolate bars into one a few minutes ago. His brain can't keep up anymore with anything tonight - still he gets his keycard and Vic's. She gave him the spare one after checking in.

He isn't afraid to use it but he almost turns around slamming the door shut again when he sees Vic in her bed, the sheets crumpled and her naked. Vic is faster, telling him to come closer. And he does, he just obliges until he ends up next to her in bed. He doesn't know what's expected of him, he's blushing.

"That's cute." Vic puts a hand on his cheek, moans. "And hot."

He can hear the buzzing sound of the toy she's using on herself.

"What …" He clears his throat. "What do you even need me for?"

"Just don't want to be alone when I cum."

He whimpers slightly when she pulls his hair. She isn't alone, Thomas lets her look at him until she calms down completely again minutes later.

"What did you think about?"

"Her."

Thomas doesn't need to hear more, he knows exactly what Vic means. But still, he's here and also thinks about you. Of the three of you together. He doesn't know why he can't shake the thought. It's not lust, not really, not only. He feels like a freak.

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"What is going on between you and Vic?" Ethan asks a few days later.

"Nothing?"

Ethan raises an eyebrow: "Sure. I have eyes, Thomas."

"I'm confused, okay?"

"Okay. So what are you confused about?"

"We are making out."

"Cool." Thomas just stares back at him. "It's not like it's the first time, right?"

Thomas wants to strangle him for bringing it up. He definitely wasn't sober when he told Ethan that Vic was his first kiss. She insisted and who was he to say no. They were both stupid teenagers drunk on the bottle of alcohol Thomas stole out of his dad's shelf just to look cooler than he was.

"We were 15, that hardly counts, does it?"

"What's the issue here, Maso?" Ethan tries again. "Then you're making out, so what?"

"I'm in love with someone else."

Ethan raises an eyebrow again, isn't saying anything.

"So is she."

The eyebrow raises a little higher.

"It's the same person."

Ethan's eyes go big for a few seconds and then he laughs. He just sits there and laughs at Thomas.

"Why the fuck is that so funny?"

"Let me recap this?" Ethan is gasping for air a little. "You both figured out that you are into the same person and then started making out with each other?"

"Yes?" Thomas doesn't understand what's so funny about his misery.

"You're both fucked up stupid," Ethan tells him. "Did you tell the other girl?"

"No. And why do you think it's a gi-" It's not like Ethan to make an assumption like that.

"Sorry, but with both of you it would be stupid to assume that anything else than a pussy is involved."

Thomas even has to laugh a little bit at that before he gets serious again: "Do you think I can be in love with two people?"

"Oh Thomas," he looks at him, "Welcome to the world of unconventional love, I guess. Took you a while."

He isn't quite sure what Ethan means but the conversation puts him at ease. When he's laying down in bed late at night, he's opening Google. He feels a little bit stupid bringing his question there.

Can you be in love with 2 people

Google is autofilling it for him after the first few words already and his hurt jumps a little bit. Okay, so he's on the right path. He skips through definitions of polyamoury and polygamy and goes into a rabbit hole until he can't concentrate on the words he's reading anymore. But his mind is still racing, so he switches to Youtube. He's watching a video about Woodturning but halfway through he puts polyamoury into the searchbar. He's fascinated but it isn't giving him what he needs. He needs something different, something more.

A few evenings later, he's laying on a couch in some backstage, he can't remember where they are, smoking. The Youtube algorithm seems to do him a favour this evening. There's different videos in his recommended ones, like "Our Three-Way Relationship Is A Beautiful Thing" and "Here's What This Throuple Wants You To Know About Polyamory". He clicks on a few of them, his heart races when he sees people talk how they love each other equally, how it works, everything. He soaks everything up. The feeling and the tingle reaches even his toes. He craves this, it's exactly what he wants. He doesn't know how he got here. From never have had a threesome - not for the lack of trying on his part, but it never worked in one way or another, to falling in love with two people and wanting them both.

"You're welcome." Ethan says next to him. And Thomas jumps, his phone ending up between the cushions of the couch, his cigarette almost falling out of his mouth.

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Against all odds, you make it for one festival weekend. Thomas is so happy to see you that he jumps at you, wrapping his long legs around your body which almost has you loose your balance. Vic standing next to both of you, laughing and filming.

"A wild Thomas appeared."

You do have your own room but you end up in Thomas' anyways. Together with Vic. Thomas makes sure of it. It doesn't matter that he's high or maybe it makes it better, or maybe his feelings are intensified because of it. It's all he wanted for months.

His face is buried at your shoulder and one of his arms is around Vic's waist. You're closer to sleep than to being awake somewhere between them.

"I love you." Thomas whispers against your sweater.

Minutes go by. Until Vic whispers as well.

"I love you too," she yawns. "And him."

Thomas thinks it was the weed the next morning.

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"How stupid are they?" Damiano asks Ethan one evening when Thomas and Victoria are out and about.

Ethan sighs and shakes his head.

"That stupid?"

"You can't even imagine how stupid all three of them are," Ethan sighs again, "Not one brain cell to be seen, or at least the understanding that they all love each other equally and that they have to do something about it. Especially Thomas, like he gets it, but he's so incredibly stupid, Dami, it's almost astonishing."

Damiano giggles. Then he goes back to stirring his tea, while Ethan goes back to reading his book.

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Thomas turns up in front of your door unexpected. They did tell you that they are back before going on tour in the group chat you have with Vic and him but nothing else. It was even a little bit disappointing, but you got it. They were tired, jet-legged from too many different timezones and exhausted from countless festivals and parties they went to.

"You're coming with me." He smiles at you. "Pack your bag."

There are some dark circles under his eyes but there's a sparkle in his eyes.

"What?" You ask confused.

"Pack your bag, young lady." He claps his hands together. "We are going away."

"And what do I have to pack?"

"Just some summer clothes and whatever you need for a few days."

"Where's Vic?"

It's unlike Thomas to just show up to your doorstep, even more unlikely to do it without Vic. From the beginning you could see that these two had a connection that was special. You were never jealous about it, but it made you think you would never have a chance with Thomas. Or with Vic. It always would be them against the world, and that's okay - maybe that was lying to yourself but it didn't change anything in the end. Thomas draw you in with making you laugh in any situation, wrapping his arms around you and humming into your ear, when he was looking at you, you felt like you could fight everything and you thought that's how Vic is allowed to feel every second. That's how it started - you thought they shared everything and a bed already anyways. And then you started looking at Vic from a different angle. How she made you feel when she was stroking your arms, how silly and free she could be and how serious when she had to, the beautiful noise when she laughed. And that Thomas had it all. You are confused that she isn't here.

"Home," he says. "I guess."

You don't say anything. He bites his lips nervously.

"It was supposed to be only for you. But we can pick her up if you want me to."

"Yes."

The drive is quiet, but it's never awkward silence. Music coming from the speakers, Thomas driving and your head against the cooled down glass of the window. Thomas has the window down on his side, it's still warm outside. You yawn, it's 2:48 - the middle of the night.

Vic opens in the door, wrapped into a fluffy towel, her hair wet and her lips swollen like they look when you make out with someone for some amount of time.

"Vic?" There's a woman's voice coming from behind her. "Who's there?"

"Friends." Vic shouts back and then she looks at you two. "What do you want?"

"We are going on a roadtrip." Thomas says and ignores Vic's furrowed brows. "And you're coming with us."

"Am I?"

"Yes." Thomas and you say at the same time.

"You expect to kick out the best fuck I had in a while to go along with your dumb ideas?"

Thomas bites his lips again but he says yes with so much confidence that Vic tiptoes a little bit and kisses him on the lips. The shock on the woman's face who is showing up behind Vic almost has you giggle but you don't when you feel how Thomas grabs your hand.

"Uhm?"

Vic lets go of Thomas' face and turns back to her: "Sorry, it was fun, but you have to leave. I'm going on a roadtrip."

It's weird when you go back down to the car after Vic packed her stuff and closed the door behind her. Vic is talking, chewing on a gum, everything is normal. But the girl next to her eyeing Thomas and you for the whole way down is making you uncomfortable. You don't even notice that Thomas is still holding your hand or that Vic has her arm wrapped around his waist. Thomas looks at you and rolls his eyes a little bit, you smile at him, it puts you at ease.

You take your seat next to Thomas in the front, while Vic is getting comfortable on the backseats.

"Thank you," Vic says just before you fall asleep, "For taking me with you and for saving me from that person. The sex was amazing, but god she was annoying bugging me for a date."

Thomas looks at her through the rearview mirror: "That's a problem?"

"Not what I want," Vic says, "Or who I want, you should know. I have other plans."

She sticks her tongue out to Thomas. This time he really rolls his eyes but he smiles at her. Your heart jumps a little bit, they might not notice but you love being part of the little moments they share with each other.

You fall asleep and when you wake up again, Vic is sleeping stretched out in the back of the car. It's slowly getting light outside again. Slight panic raises in your chest when you realise that Thomas isn't in his seat and you almost jump out of yours when the door is opening.

"Sorry," he whispers, making sure not to wake Vic. "Run out of fuel. You need anything?"

You shake your head. You're tired, you still can't think really straight. Thomas gets you a coffee and something to eat anyways, keeping a bag for Vic when she's waking up. At first you don't know why he's not driving anywhere until the sun rises and he sighs next to you.

"Really?" You slap his arm. "I have to watch a sunrise with you from a gas station?"

"You don't have to," he looks away, "you can also close your eyes."

Your eyes stay open, if you could you would lean your head against his shoulder - you lean it against the window instead. Thomas hand ends up on your thigh, in the rearview mirror you can see Vic smile at him and at you but when she sees that you're watching her, she closes her eyes quickly.

Later when you're half asleep again, you can hear them whisper or maybe it's a dream. You can hear how Vic boxes his shoulder, how he huffs out an Victoria, I'm driving and how she chuckles.

"You're an idiot."

"Huh?" He sounds confused.

"A romantic idiot, but an idiot nonetheless," she says.

You can even hear that he smiles: "Just wanted to watch the sun."

"I know, I had to watch so many sunsets with you this summer."

"Yes, and you will have to watch some more with me this year."

"And is your hand also wandering around my thigh then?" She laughs.

He hums happily, you can hear the satisfaction: "Maybe."

You wake up abruptly when the car stops and hurls you forward a little.

"Here's nothing." Vic grimaces when she looks out the window.

There's only sand, the sea. Some birds, grass and the dunes. It's endless. There are some cars parking already, some people lounging in the sun. All three of you are carrying your bags until Vic dumps her bag on Thomas.

"Hey, I'm not your packinghorse."

"You also said this is a roadtrip," she complains, "Not a fucking hiking trip."

He just stalks away without a word, Vic and you looking at each other shrugging - but you still follow him. Until you end up in front of a tiny house that's hidden in the dunes.

"Better," he asks.

Vic and you smile, first at each other, then at Thomas. Who smiles back, before he dumps Vic's bag on her feet and she jumps into your arms before it hits them for real.

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During the days you drive around coastal towns, walking small cobbled streets and drinking wine in tiny restaurants. Getting wine drunk in the sun, Thomas and Vic always next to you. In the evening, you come back to the house, playing cards and a bizarre game that they made up during their first tour and show you how to play. They trust you, you realize. They trust you to be silly around you. They trust you to be intimidate around you. They trust you, to kiss your forehead and to share a bed with you. They trust you enough.

One evening while you cook, you can see Thomas and Vic on the couch, napping together. Hugging each other. Thomas has his arms wrapped around her waist. There's still no jealousy when you look at them. It just makes you love them more when you see the love they for each other. You enjoy to see how Thomas is snoozing, how Vic is drooling into his shirt.

More often than not you fall asleep in one bed together. After a day of walking, exploring. After a day at the beach. After watching the sunset. After you spent a day in Thomas' shirt and Vic spends the day after it in it. The bed is too small for all three of you and more often than not your limbs are tangled together. Thomas head in your lap, your head on Vic's shoulder, Vic's fingers twirling strands of Thomas' hair. It's feet everywhere, an elbow in your ribs, and Thomas almost falling out of the bed countless times - until he ends up on the floor.

"Bigger bed next time," Vic says next to you, cuddles closer and falls asleep before Thomas even makes it up again.

One night Vic finds a scrabble game and a dictionary in one of the cabinets of the house. You can see how much it takes to convince Thomas to play. Only after a few drinks he lets himself being talked into it.

"Only words that are in the dictionary," Vic says and you nod, but Thomas pouts.

It works until the last round when Thomas looks at you both, smiles and puts his little tiles on the board. He looks at Vic expectantly to count his points. Vic and you both look at the board and then at Thomas. You sigh and stick your hand out to get the dictionary from Vic.

"What?" Thomas asks.

"This isn't a word Thomas." Vic rolls her eyes. "That's zero points for you."

"But …," Thomas looks at you. "But that's how I feel when I have you two with me."

You squint at the board again, Vic looks at the board then at you before she finds her voice again: "Thomas, this is gibberish. It sounds like you have a stroke, not like a word."

Thomas doesn't say anything but he takes defeat when Vic gives the tiles back to him. He does look sad, you can't see it, so you have a look at his tiles and he smiles at you while Victoria shakes her head. After looking at the board, you make sweethearts out of your sweet and the loverboy Vic made out of love earlier becomes loverboys and all his tiles are gone.

"If you cheat again," she sighs but still counts his points, "You're kicked out of this polycule."

He blinks at her, blushes and pouts. So do you, you pout at her.

"She won by the way," Vic says on the way to get more wine, "The game and the pouting."

You think, you see him googling polycule but he hides his phone so quickly when he sees you looking, you can't be sure. Still, you see the blush deepening high on his cheeks. You don't ask.

A few days later you almost cry when it's all over and Thomas is driving you back home. Vic on the backseats again. You already miss the boardgames, their banter, the warmth and them.

"We have something for you," Thomas says when you're standing in front of your door.

It's a plush toy, a giraffe you can see after closer inspection.

"I named it Thomas," Vic says, "because he has a giraffe neck and a giraffe personality."

"Yeah," Thomas says theatrically, "We won it at a fair, I couldn't find and win anything tiny enough to call it Vic, except an ant and guess who wasn't happy with that?"

Vic whacks his head, but she hands you the giraffe smiling. You kiss him on the cheek and once again, you don't want to let them go.

"Thank you." Vic presses her lips to yours first, then Thomas presses his to yours right after. Your heart skips one too many beats in your chest. "We have to do this again."

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Vic has the feeling she turns over in her own bed only once and then they are on tour. In the US, for the first time, it doesn't feel real. What also doesn't feel real, is her passport she can't find when they land in Mexico. Thomas looks at her when she's looking through her pockets, and then her bag. He's drumming his fingers against the desk he's standing at, she just shrugs. And then ends up somewhere where she didn't think she would end up today.

If she would have her phone, she would text him. And you. She would write in your groupchat, make a joke and hope that you would both laugh. At least she knows that Thomas can text you, and she hopes he does, she can just sit there and wait.

Thomas is making fun of her later, but even then Vic knows that he was worried. She can see it in the little things, she always sees it in those small things when it comes to Thomas. The telltale signs that give him away. He can call her a dumbass, joking in front of everyone, all he wants, she can see that he was stressed. His nails and his lips are bitten more than usual. His hands shake slightly different when he puts a cigarette between his lips and lights it. He hugs her closer. There's a text from you only for her that says that Thomas called and told you. And he's guiding her to his room without her asking for it. They fall asleep tangled in each other. Vic nuzzling her face into Thomas' neck, she presses little kisses to his skin, it makes her sleepy. So does it when Thomas caresses her back with his hands and his cold feet are entangled with her legs.

"I was worried about you." He says the next morning when they both just opened their eyes.

"I know." She kisses his forehead, down his nose, until she reaches his lips. Vic's phone is interrupting, vibrating on the nightstand.

Thom said everything is okay again. Break a leg! You'll rock it.

She smiles. It's nice to have you thinking about her as well. Even without Thomas, texting only her. Texting him only, texting them together.

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Hi from Thom

She texts you after their Seattle show. Vic feels electrified, even with the jetleg, and she knows Thomas feels the same, he's bouncing up and down beside her. The video she sends is from the show, it's Thomas and her, scissoring on stage. You probably just woke up, she thinks and hopes that she looks hot enough. That Thomas looks hot enough, that they both look hot enough.

There's photos more often. She takes more photos of Thomas to send them to you, some selfies, some of them together. But there's always Thomas. Thomas at lunch with her, Thomas with Ethan, Thomas at the beach, Thomas driving, Thomas with a drink, Thomas playing guitar, Thomas dancing, Thomas and her in the pool, Thomas Thomas Thomas.

One afternoon she manages to take a sneaky photo of Thomas while he is signing something for a fan. His hair is tosled, he looks tired - he is tired Vic knows - but has the biggest smile on his face, cigarette in hand. Vic sends it to you, Damiano is looking at her, raising an eyebrow.

The other afternoon Thomas and her are sitting in yet another backstage and she goes through old photos on her phone. There are old photos of them together. One of the photos exceptionally unfavourable for him, Vic shows it to him while laughing loudly. And then she sends this one to you as well, under loud protest from Thomas, he even kicks her legs.

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Ethan joins them for a party one night. Thomas is already slightly drunk when Vic goes to get them new drinks. She doesn't wants to eavesdrop, she really doesn't but she can't help herself. Her curiosity is stronger.

"I don't have time to unpack any of that," Thomas says.

"Thom, you have to unpack all of that. This isn't healthy." Ethan sighs. "You're clever, but you're close to an identity crisis. You really have to unpack all that, and what you want."

Thomas waves at her when she sees her, the conversation is over for Thomas with that.

At an even later hour, Vic pulls out her phone. It isn't her initial plan, she had no plan at all to begin with, but when Thomas shows up next to her, she video calls you. To Victoria's surprise you even pick up. Thomas has a party hat on his head, she doesn't know where it came from.

"Hi party girls," you say smiling.

First she thinks that Thomas is going to blow you a kiss, but he leans forward close to her phone, and closer, and even closer until his lips touch the screen. She knows he went from slightly drunk to drunk, he tumbles a bit next to her. Victoria can hear you laugh, Thomas satisfied purr and then Thomas kisses her. Usually it's her kissing him, it takes her a second to kiss him back. Vic can see you blushing and she feels satisfied, both of you looking at her with this gaze in your eyes.

A few nights later, Thomas comes to her rescue. The whole night she danced with another girl, she knows that she looks like you. But there's this guy she can't shake off. He's there when she dances, when she kisses the girl, when she goes to get another drink, when she talks to Thomas.

"Leave her alone," Thomas says the next time she comes around to him and the guy is once again only a few steps away. "She isn't interested."

Victoria hates it. That he has to speak for her, that everything she did on her own didn't work to get rid of him. But even Thomas' words don't seem to impress him, he just stares back at him. Vic knows that there's something about that night when you called crying and Thomas texted her I'm flying back. He loses his patience more easily now when guys are hanging around too long, when they don't get a hint, when they ignore what she says. But it isn't like he behaves like she needs him, she doesn't - not for this, and he knows.

"She's mine." Thomas says confidentely, wrapping his arms around her and Victoria takes the invitation, hiding her face on his chest. "And now piss off."

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Thomas face is almost too cute to ignore when he looks at her after she said that Ethan and her watched his solo, as they do so many times. She's all too aware of the camera, why she isn't leaning down down to him, instead constantly stroking his arm. She can see how Ethan is watching them.

Later Ethan pulls her aside. Kind of she almost waited for it, she knew it would come some day.

"What's going on between you and Thomas?"

"Nothing." It's not the truth but it isn't a lie either.

"Victoria," he scoffs at her, "I'm not stupid, you're pining for him."

"I am not," she gets out. She sounds offended even to her own ears, "I'm not pining for Thom. He's my friend, Ethan."

"Yeah, a friend you fuck." Ethan rolls his eyes.

"We … we … don't fuck."

"Okay," he sighs, "But you do have something, right?"

Vic nods, she knows she can't hide it. She's surprised that she got away with it for so long.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes," now it's her sighing, "But it's more complicated than that."

"You should tell the girl. Thomas too and then you can go from there."

For a second Vic is confused, but only for a second: "You already talked with him."

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Tour is almost over. You're feeling silly, almost stupid, for counting the days until they're back. It's not long anymore. You text everyday, with Vic, with Thomas, with them. But you crave one of their hugs and a night cuddled close together, Thomas reading from a book Vic bought.

There's a picture from a plane. It shows Vic and Thomas, both of them sleeping. How Vic managed to get one of her legs on Thomas' seat, his head on her leg. Ethan sent it to you.

Here, your boyfriend and your girlfriend.

You blush furiously. You wish that would be the case, but it's only that, a wish.

Can we talk?

"What's going on with Thomas, Vic and you?" He asks a few hours later when he calls.

"Nothing." As much as you want the answer to be something else, there's nothing.

"Okay," he almost sounds annoyed, "You three really deserve each other."

"I don't know what you're talking about," you say - no less annoyed, "They fuck, or something, what does that have to do with me?"

"They don't," Ethan is calmer again, "And you love them both. It took me a while but I remembered the festival in the summer, and it's you."

"Yeah, but where do I fit into this?"

"Between them." You splutter your water all over yourself. Ethan snorts. "Or Thomas between you two, I don't know. Whatever you are into, I guess. You're all so sure of each other, and still you're idiots."

And then he hangs up.

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It's not long until New Years' Eve when Thomas and Vic bang on your door. You just fell asleep, your orientation has you almost ran into the door and then into Vic when you open the door and the glaring light of the corridor is blending you.

"Oh," Thomas looks at you - at the giraffe in your arms. "Cute, you sleep with the stuffed animal I won you?"

"Yes," it's only a little bit embarrassing, "It's my second pillow."

Another roadtrip. Colder than during the summer. And this time it's you on the backseats, trying falling back to sleep. Vic looks out of the window and you can see how she takes Thomas' hand that isn't on the steering wheel into hers. You smile. But Thomas is shaking it off when he sees your gaze, not only to your surprise and shock, also to Victoria's.

"So I'm allowed to kiss you and hug you?" Vic asks, but she doesn't look at Thomas. "But I can't hold your hand?"

"Vic, it's not … it's not like that."

"No? How is it then, Thomas? Tell me."

There's no answer, his eyes fixated on the street ahead. No word spoken anymore for the rest of the drive. You want to hold Thomas' hand, he looks miserable. But you also want to hold Vic's, who's looking out the window, with balled fists. Thomas does grab your hand for a few seconds, squeezes it and lets go again.

"Who's sharing?" Thomas asks when you reach the destination, and the house. You're somewhere in the mountains, snow all around you.

"You two can share," you tell them but Vic shakes her head.

"No, you two should share. I'm sleeping alone." And then she's gone. She's not coming for dinner when you knock on her door later. She isn't joining when Thomas and you are going outside strolling down narrow alleys filled with lights or when Thomas and you warm up with mulled wine and doing a jigsaw puzzle. It isn't the same without Vic, she doesn't answer to your texts either. She sends you away the next time you knock on her door.

Thomas and you are sharing a bed. How you often did, but always with Vic. The bed feels too big and even with Thomas close enough, it's not warm enough without her. Thomas scoots closer to you when he sees how you shiver. None of you is filling the silence, Thomas puts on a Youtube video - This Is Your Brain On Shrooms. But you find the recommendations you can see on his laptop more interesting and you change to one of those videos when he's climbing out of bed to turn the heating up. You can see him swallow when he comes back and looks at the laptop. He isn't saying anything - bites his lip and hugs you close.

"Thomas," you whisper against his chest, "Your recs are full with videos like that."

He stops breathing, before his breath goes faster.

"Thom?"

"Do you think I'm a freak?"

You take his hand, hug him closer: "No. You're not a freak, you are not, okay."

"Do you think Vic thinks I'm a freak?"

"She doesn't." He finally looks at you. "You aren't a freak, neither is Vic, neither am I. Whatever people say, you aren't a freak, Thom."

"Thank you."

"I thought the same," you tell him, "but there's nothing bad about it."

He presses his mouth to yours and when you lick over his lips he willingly opens them for you. He's heavily breathing after you break away to gasp for air. You kiss for a long time after that, you have waited for it. Maybe you do fit in, just like Vic and Thomas do. Only soft kisses, some of them with tongue, and Thomas' cold fingertips that find their way under your shirt that belongs to him.

The next morning Thomas stops Vic to go back to her room when she sees you two. He takes her hand and isn't letting go: "I'm sorry. I'm just so confused."

"Me too," she says, "I'm confused too, and it hurt."

"We kissed," Thomas says when you're all sitting around the table.

"You kissed before?" She looks at both of you, and she's right. Technically, you did, but not like this. This is why you get up, lean down and Vic is opening her lips for you as willingly as Thomas was the night before. "Oh, you mean like that."

Thomas is still holding Vic's hand.

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A full day of sledding. You're surprised that no one broke their necks or hands or legs or anything in-between. A whole day of laughter, small touches, everyone falling of the sled at least once. Thomas putting snow into the back of Vic's jacket and throwing a snowball directly into your face. For a moment you think it broke your nose. You can hear how Vic scolds him next to you. When the pain subsides you take your revenge before he knows it's coming and put snow down his pants.

"COLD!" He screams. "Hey, I still need what's in there."

Vic and you both laugh.

When you're back, you're warming up in the bathtub together. It's just big enough for the three of you. There's Vic's hands on your shoulders and your boobs. Your hands in Thomas hair, who's happily sighing. His hands trailing up Vic's thighs and his lips on your collarbone. You stay in the water until it's almost cold.

When you're wrapped up in blankets in front of the crackling fire place, Thomas gives Vic and you both some oddly wrapped presents - you instantly know that he wrapped them himself.

"I got you both something," he says almost shyly. "Ethan the fucker didn't get me anything and then I realized that I do want to give you something."

"But …," you gulp, "I also have nothing for you."

"Neither have I," Vic admits.

"It's okay, I don't want anything." Vic and you look at each other. "He said, I have to earn my present, what the fuck? I should have used that fancy book I got him to smack him."

Vic unwraps hers first, it's a stack of paper and she looks at him annoyed until she has a closer look: "That was a joke Thomas."

"I know, but you know … you can visit it," he smiles, "I mean, … we could visit it. But it's yours."

"Thank you," she says excited, "I now officially own an adopted reindeer. Which I can visit, yes?"

"Yes!"

Vic jumps into his arms, kissing him on the cheek before she kisses his lips while you unwrap your present. It's a photoalbum, pictures of the three of you, there's little scribbled notes on some pages. And there's a tiny box with a necklace in it. It's lock shaped as a heart but there are two keys instead of one. There's a V, a T and your initial engraved on the back of the lock.

"Where's my necklace?"

You know it's a joke but you put the necklace around her neck: "We can share." You know it'll be around her neck as much as it'll be around yours or around Thomas'.

"I wanted to give you something because we are always away." He hugs you from behind.

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It's New Years Eve, the three of you are still in bed by midday. It's all lazy and slow. Thomas pulling you closer but not opening his, still half asleep. Vic placing kisses on your neck, on your shoulders, your ears. Thomas lazily kissing your face.

"Don't want to get up," he whispers.

Thomas looks like the prettiest mess an hour later when Vic and you let go off him. Hot lips pressed to even hotter skin. Vic leaving hickeys on Thomas' thighs, you nibbling on his stomach, then on his neck. Thomas gasping, and moaning, and whimpering, until he asks you to stop. His eyes are closed, his breathing goes shakily.

You're getting slowly out of bed, getting ready for a party Vic and Thomas want to take you too. When you're all ready and you're already searching for the keys in Thomas' and Vic's very own chaos, Thomas holds you back.

"Wait, how are we doing this with the New Year's kiss tonight?"

Vic kisses you, then you kiss Thomas, Thomas kisses Vic.

"Like this?" She asks. "Or maybe … more like this."

She pulls both of you really close, Thomas has to lean down. Her mouth is open and she's poking her tongue out, her nose is bumping into yours - so is Thomas' one when he comes even closer. You can feel Vic's lips against yours slightly, Thomas' stubble. And both their tongues when you stick yours out as well. It's thrilling, it's arousing - having both of them this close, being able to taste both of them. You moan slightly when Vic licks over your tongue and even louder when Thomas does the same and lets his tongue wander a little bit deeper into your mouth. When you break the kiss, you can see that it hasn't left Thomas unaffected.

"Those jeans got ridiculously tight on you," Vic laughs into Thomas' direction.

"Maybe we should practice this some more," you say. You can see that Vic's cheeks are rosy and her breathing faster. "In bed, perhaps."

"Such a shame I didn't pack my strap," Vic says and winks at Thomas, who's deeply blushing, and then at you, "but I would love to get out of these clothes again."

Thomas is gently pressing against you from behind before Vic takes both your hands to take you back to where you were getting ready mere minutes ago. There are kisses pressed to your neck, Thomas licking your skin, sucking a hickey into it. Vic opening the zipper that's on the side of your dress. All before you make it back to the bed - your mind is racing and it can't keep up with your hands which found their way under Vic's transparent shirt. And then you're pushed on to the bed, Thomas next to you, Vic towering over both of you.

"I…," the blush from earlier is still on Thomas' cheeks, "Just as a disclaimer: I have never done this … Like with three -"

Vic interrupts him by pressing her lips to his, just this little bit longer, it makes your head spin and lust pool low in your stomach: "That's okay, honey," she says and then looks over to you, "You ever had a threesome?"

You shake your head.

"Cool," Vic laughs against Thomas' throat and you can see him shiver, "That makes me the only one, but we'll start easy."

"How does th-"

"… this work?"

Thomas laughs - a laugh that turns into a moan when Vic pinches his nipple.

"You two could fuck," she suggests, "And before that we could start with undressing each other."

"What about you?" you ask her. And now her hand is on your cheek. Thomas hums in agreement.

"Watching is participating," Vic tells you. "And I'm sure, you will be able to pleasure me as well. I want to see you both naked first, preferably now."

With that she pulls Thomas closer to herself with his belt buckle. She opens it, opens the zipper, Thomas breath hitching. Vic is sitting between his legs, his head ends up in your lap - he throws his head around when you start opening the buttons of his shirt, you can only moan when he presses his lips to your stomach, there's still the fabric of your dress between his lips and your skin but it's already overwhelming. Just after you opened the last button of his shirt, Vic presses her lips to his happy trail. The noise Thomas makes isn't quite a moan or a whimper, it's something better - and it makes you wet. You're sure Thomas knows, can smell you. His shirt flies off the bed first. It isn't taking Vic long and his pants are following. It takes a bit of coordination, shuffling around, a bit of laughter but Vic and you switch positions while Thomas gets rid of his shoes and his socks.

You want to tease but as soon as your fingers dip under the waistband of his briefs you can't. It's another item of clothing that's thrown of the bed. He's hard, you can see how his grip on Vic's thighs tighten. She licks her lips. He's beautiful naked, laying between you. You blow over the shaft slightly, lick over the tip of his cock a few times, to see how he reacts. You aren't being disappointed. He throws his head, groans, tries to keep you there with his hands but you move up, over his stomach, his chest, until you reach his lips.

And the next second all the attention is on Vic. In contrast to Thomas, she is helping you with opening the ridiculous amounts of buttons her skirt possesses. While Thomas frees her from her shirt. There's no bra and after you take off her thights, you can see that there's no panties either to your surprise, but not to Thomas'.

Both of them are naked when they put their hands to work on your body. If everything before was overwhelming, this is shattering. Thomas takes advantage of Vic's earlier work and lets his hand dip into your dress. In the end you aren't sure anymore who of them gets you to raise up your arms, who lifts your dress, but it also leaves the bed not even seconds later. You do know that Vic is pulling down your thights together with your wet panties, you can hear her sweetly coughing into your ear and Thomas has his hand on your boobs, gently massaging them, slowly going down on you. You almost kick his chest, his shoulder, but Vic is holding your leg. And then she's holding your legs open for him. You whimper, you moan, you almost forget to breath. Both of them have to hold you down - Thomas your hips, Vic grabbing your legs.

A hint of a touch is what Thomas gives you with his tongue. The tip of his tongue licking through your folds, slowly pressing it against your clit. You bury your hands in his hair, throwing your head back. There's Vic kissing you passionately, and then Thomas kissing and licking and biting all over your body until he reaches your lips.

"Lube?" He whispers against your lips but you know he's talking to Vic. Who seems to be giving him the item in question because you can feel two of Thomas' wet and cold fingers between your legs, and then in you, a few moments later. Your breathing is rough and everytime you try to fuck yourself more onto Thomas' fingers, Vic is there and holds you back.

When he hits that one spot in you, you yank his hair and he screams. It's so loud it startles even Vic before she laughs. But he's the one asking if you're okay and then he pulls out his fingers and the next thrust it's not his fingers, it's his dick. Slowly, he's slow when he pushes into you, Vic having one hand in his hair and one hand playing with one of your nipples.

"You can be a bit rougher if you want."

"Oh, is that how you like it?" Vic whispers into your ear.

Thomas doesn't even wait for an answer. Picking up speed, his thrusts getting harder - deeper, his fingernails digging into your skin. Hard, and harsher. He's so harsh with you, how you like it, how you want him to be in the moment, that you moan so loudly that Vic has to cover your mouth with her hand until you only whimper. You don't know where up or where down is.

Then Vic is leaning over you, first she is gentle, sucking on your nipples, licking over them, touching your boobs softly before she's rougher. Scratching over them. You suck on Vic's nipple when she starts doing it. One of your hands on her neck, the other hand on her other boob. Thomas nails digging even more into your skin. And then Vic leaves a bitemark on your boob. It hurts. You can hear how Thomas moans. You know that he's looking at you, at Vic - at Vic and you. It's what gets him off and the realization has you whimper against Vic's body, the necklace Thomas' gave to you dangling from her neck - brushing your skin, and you cum.

Thomas pulls out of you, slowly again. Vic sitting up, a spark in her eyes. And then he cums all over your lower stomach, moaning and shaking. His breathing so irregular, and loud, for a second you're worried he's going to pass out. But then he smiles at you, kisses you first and Vic just after before you kiss her.

"And you?" You ask her.

"You could eat me out," she grins, "Both of you. And then round two."

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"Any regrets?" Vic asks.

Thomas and you both shake your heads. Vic and Thomas both left marks all over your body. You left marks on their skin and they left marks on each other. You don't regret anything.

"So, we fucked into the new year," Vic tells you when she throws her phone away again, "Good that I cooled a bottle of champagne. Sorry no party today, Thom."

"I'm my own party," he laughs and Vic and you laugh with him, before she gets out of bed.

Thomas and you are entangled with each other, still naked, when Vic comes back. She pops the bottle of champagne right in bed, she didn't bother to bring glasses.

The bottle is between Thomas' legs when Vic talks again: "We need some toys."

"What?" Thomas looks at her, there's some kind of shock in his face.

"Yes," she says firmly, "I can have you every day, but she can't when we are away and I have some ideas for some remote vibrator stuff we can try and some more things because some people here apparently like it rough."

She smirks at you - you grin back.

Thomas who just took a sip from the bottles, slightly coughs, the champagne dripping down his chin. You lean over to him to lick it away and he moans.

"That could be fun," you tell him.

Vic hugs him from behind: "Round three?"

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It's only a few days before Thomas' birthday when Ethan comes over to Thomas' place uninvited. You're half naked, Thomas already lost his jeans and Vic didn't have much clothes on to begin with. At least that's what Thomas tells Ethan when he still opens the door for him.

"So?" Ethan looks at all three of you from the armchair he's sitting on.

"So?" Thomas parrots him and Vic laughs, you stiffle your laugh hiding your face at Thomas' shoulder.

Ethan only shakes his head, rolls his eyes, but he gets something out of the pocket of his jeans. It's small, it's wrapped and has a ribbon bow around it. It looks tiny in Ethan's hand and in Thomas'.

"I think, you deserve this."

Thomas struggles a tiny bit, his hands shaking and then he laughs when he sees it. It catches Vic's and your interest in the item. The item that he's pinning to his shirt. It's a little pin.

yes, my partners do know about each other

Vic smiles at you: "Yes, we do."

"We do," you smile back.

And then you both kiss Thomas on his cheeks.

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END.

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silly-mouse · 3 years ago

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Hey^^!!! This is my first time requesting anything to anyone so im scared i might write/request something wrong sjdknnejej

bUT can I request an age regressor reader x cc!awesamdude where reader is regressed and is really interested in the mechanism of a rubix cube and sam's magic tricks?:0 like sam does the card tricks he showed on stream to tommy, and reader(who's kind of nonverbal) just makes high pitched hums and gasping noises to express themself and how they feel. The whole thing could be on stream where sam is live on twitch(tho reader is out of camera's view for privacy reasons and chat completely understands that) and chat is just awwing at the noises cuz they find it v cute:>

afab, they/them, body type is ur choice<3 YOU CAN SAY NO OR IGNORE THIS IF YOU WANT AJDKDKDJE

I dont love how this came out but im doing alot on my main blog atm plus christmas stuff (also i never saw sam do any magic tricks so i couldnt include that) so i deemed it good enough. Also wrote a thing about the possible things that happen when you send an ask bc everyone seems scared to send them but you have no reason- but it was long as shit so maybe ill post it as its own thing if yall think itll help your anxieties cause worst case scenerio is you get blocked but thats literally only if you request something like ragingly racist/homophobic/sexist etc or some nazi kkk level shit

Unspecified CC!Awesamdude x gn!reader, little!reader, nonverbal!reader, ~450 words, age regression

does anyone else hear the like whimpering?

where’s the baby???

SAM DID YOU MAKE BABY CRY

RISE UP CHAT WE TAKE HIM OUT AND BABY WILL BE SAVED

“Baby is right here and they’re fine,” Sam chuckled, watching his chat quickly move from ‘kill him, protect the baby’ to ‘baby content :DD you live another day.’ “They’re just playing with a rubix cube. Here,” he hummed, moving his mic arm so it was closer to where you were sitting on the floor, bundled up in your favorite blanket with your seal stuffie on your lap.

He remembered when he took you to the zoo and you spent half the trip watching the seals, telling him how much you wanted to hug one and how soft and squishy they looked. He ordered the plush that same night and gifted it to you the next time you regressed, watching it quickly become your favorite thing ever.

“Baby,” he gently hummed, smiling as he watched you look up with wide eyes, eager to hear anything he had to say. “Do you wanna say something to chat? They’re worried you’re upset.”

You pulled your sucker out of your mouth with a smack of your lips, leaning up to the mic. “...A...Ah,” you managed out, quickly popping your sucker back in. You couldn’t do it, Sam asked such a simple thing from you and you just couldn’t do it, you dissappoi-

“Good job, little one,” Sam chirped, his big hand settling on your head and gently scratching at your scalp. “Baby’s a little nonverbal today but they were so brave for you guys anyways, so everyone tell them ‘good job’.”

GOOD JOB BABY!!!

YOU DID SO WELL YOURE SO STRONG

AMAZING PERFORMANCE TELL SAM YOU DESERVE ICE CREAM FOR BEING SO BRAVE

YES SAM GIVE BABY ALL THE ICE CREAM THEY DESERVE IT

“Hmm, I don’t know,” he drawled with a coy smile. “What do you think, baby? They say you deserve some ice cream.”

You eagerly nodded, grabbing his offered hand in both of yours. “Mmm! Mhm mhm!”

“Yeah? You want me to make some milkshakes after the stream and watch some Disney?”

“Mmm!”

SAM IM GOING TO STEAL YOUR BABY

TOO FUCKING CUTE

BABY IS OURS NOW YOU DONT DESERVE THEM SAM

BABY I WOULD GIVE YOU ICE CREAM EVERY DAY!

“You guys can’t steal my baby! Nooo, they’re mine,” he whined, bending out of frame to plant a kiss on the crown of your head. He chuckled as you preened before your attention was stolen by your rubix cube again. “Alright, I’m gonna leave baby alone to their rubix cube. Now, let’s check over here…”

#sillymouse #squeaks #fanfic #fanfiction #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #fluff #cc x reader #x reader #awesamdude #awesamedude x reader #sfw agere #age regression #tw: agere

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naughty-noodles · 3 years ago

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I have baby fever so bad rn so heres the creeps finding out their s/o is preggers:

Jeff:

"Holy shit holy shit its happening everyone calm down" His head is racing with a million thoughts per second. He never expected to be a dad so this probably wasnt a planned pregnancy. Maybe you two had a little too much fun while drunk as hell. Wonders if a shotgun wedding will be needed. You'll need to assure him that everything will work out.

After his brain calms down, he will find himself slowly warming up to the thought. Maybe going so far to place his forehead against your stomach. Mumbles a million promises to the fetus as you stroke his hair. Secretly hopes its a girl.

Ben:

*shell shocked* Will need you to repeat what you said. Multiple times. When he /finally/ processes what you said, a grin slowly spreads across his face. "Im....Im gonna be a dad???" Starts jumping in place with the grin never leaving his face. "Im a dad! IM A DAD!!" immediately rambles with everything he plans on doing with his "new best friend". Probably buys some cheesy ass nerd onesies 🤣

Toby:

"What was that babe?" "You're WHAT???" He might pass out. Or stem off with a Tic attack. "Youre a human submarine!" You cant help but giggle at the random stream of tics. Might have to grab the weighted blanket and wait for him to calm down before continuing the conversation. Once hes calm, he lays his head on your shoulder in disbelief. "hey babe... Do you think ill be a good dad?" he worries a lot and with both of you having severe mood swings, this pregancy will need a lot more patience but you assure him itll work out. Over time he'll be more excited than nervous.

Tim:

All panic and no disco. Probably most anxious of them all. What if he hurts the child? Or worse?? Thinks youll hate him if he cant be a perfect dad so he stays up late watching youtube videos. End up more prepared than you are by the 2nd trimester. Research puts his mind at ease. At night, you can hear him talk to the child still in your stomach. "Nothing will ever hurt you or your mother... Not while im around..."

Brian:

Calmest of them all tbh. With him, it was most likely to be a planned pregnancy. He instantly pulls you into a hug and lets out a happy sigh. "My own little family..." Not much changes within your relationship. He already does so much for you and lives caring for you.

Liu/Sully:

Instant inner world conflict. Liu and Sully both fight to front so give them a minute to sort it out and be patient. Eventually Sully caves and lets Liu front first. When the disassociation stops, he looks to you with a grin. "We're gonna be a family...?" something about the way he says family strikes you. Him and Jeff have a rocky relationship and thisll be the 1st time in many years that he will have one. He pulls you into a tight hug, near crying from happiness. A few moments pass as he pulls away. Once he does, his demeanor shows that Sully is fronting now. Without a sound, he gets on his knees and kisses your stomach. "I'm always gonna protect you little one.. As fiercely as I do your mother and Liu"

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #jeffery woods #ticci toby #toby rogers #liu woods #Tim and brian #hoodie marble hornets #masky and hoodie #masky marble hornets #Mh #Ben drowned #Reader insert #creepypasta headcanon

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 4 years ago

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A True Love

Gif credit @angelreyesgirl.

Requested by @writerwithasoul. Hope you like it. Thanks for the request. ❤

Taglist @nocturnalherb16 @jesseswartzwelder. @leaalfred. @tranqs-main-mami. @mayans-mc. @baylishh. @writerwithasoul. @twistnet. @ilovetaquitosmmmm.

"Sweetie, I'm heading out with the girls. I'll see you tonight". You called out, fixing your necklace and grabbing your purse by the door.

"Wait wait wait. Let me get a look at you". Miguel purred as he got closer. You blushed as you twirled around.

"Looking sexy as always. A little to sexy. Where are you going with the girls"? He asked rubbing his thumb over your hand as he held it.

"Shopping and maybe to lunch. There's this new restaurant that opened down the hill and we all have been wanting to try it". You gushed.

"Alright. You be safe out there. Call if you need anything". Miguel kissed your cheek and you went on your way.

"Follow her". Miguel turned his head and motioned to one of his security guards.

"Yes, sir". The guard slipped out the back and went to his car. He let your driver and you get ahead of him so you wouldnt spot him following you.

You met up with your girlfriends and headed into the first store. It wasn't much your taste but they did have cute lingerie that you couldn't resist. So you grabbed a cute red matching set and a black and lace matching set. Heading into the dressing room.

Quickly slipping off your shirt and unfastened your bra the curtain swept open and in popped a man with a kutte on.

"What the fuck are you doing in here? You pervert". You slapped his chest and he laughed. Then quieted down when he saw your breasts were hanging out.

Covering yourself, you let out a giggle. "Angel, you can't be here. You know Miguel has someone following me. I think he's become suspicious. I'm hanging out with the girls to much. And I dont even like them. They're to rich for my blood. A thousand dollars for lingerie. That's expensive".

"But it looks so good on you". Angel softly growled, his arms wrapped around your waist. Your hands went to his groin. Massaging his cock through his jeans.

"Buy it. Wear it tonight". Angel nipped at your earlobe.

"I cant tonight. Miguel has a party that he wants me to go to". You moaned when Angel moved down to your neck, sucking on your collarbone. He turned you around his hot breath on your neck.

"Blow it off. Say your sick or something". Angel kissed down your chest. Stopping at one of your hard nipples. Taking it in his mouth and sucking on it. Your head fell back and your hands went to his hair. His tongue circled your nipple, taking it between his teeth. You gasped out as he pinched the other with his fingers. Pulling at it.

"Fuuuuck". You pulled on Angel's hair.

"I can't. I'm sorry. I want to be with you but I can't". You whined when Angel released your nipple from his mouth and his fingers weren't touching you anymore.

"So this is why your buying lingerie? For him"?

"No. We havent had sex in four months. You're the only one I want. I crave you every second of the day. My mind it always on you. Not him. I dont even let him kiss me on the lips any more". You sadly said, putting your clothes back on.

"Then why dont you leave him? Come live with me. I want you". Angel ran his hands up your arms, giving you goosebumps.

"I cant. You know that. My family".

"Okay. But what if I can make sure that your family is safe"?

"I would thank you in the best way I can and I would never leave you". You smirked as you hugged Angel.

"Alright. Go to your party and text when you can". Angel kissed your lips with passion and then hurried out of the dressing room without be caught.

You breathed in and out. You wanted to go with Angel so bad but there was a little voice in the back of your brain telling you no. Itll be deadly for some. See your marriage with Miguel wasnt a ordinary marriage. It was planned without your permission. You had no choice in the matter. Miguel is a rich powerful man and what he wants he gets. He wanted you and he got you. There was no running or turning away. You had too or your family wouldn't make it. Your father basically made a deal with the devil. No, Miguel isn't that bad. He's sweet and charming. But he's also overwhelming and over protective. It took him a year for you to be able to go out shopping with friends.

He was controlling and secretive. The sex was okay. Nothing like with Angel. Angel gave you mind blowing orgasms. Miguel gave you a mind blowing migraine. They were totally opposites. Angel was freedom. Miguel was shackles. But you had to pretend to be happy.

Then you met Angel and he made you truly happy. Then Miguel started to suspect something was going on with you and a man. He wanted to fire or kill every man that worked for him. He was jealous but you made sure that he didnt catch Angel.

After buying the black and lace set you headed to lunch. The girls chatted and galked about the cute busboy and how they wanted to take him for a spin. But all you could think about was Angel. And why Nestor was sitting there watching you with his binoculars.

Rolling your eyes, you knew it was time to go home. You said bye to the girls and went to Nestor.

"So you're taking me home"? You asked getting into the SUV.

"Yeah, Miguel wants you ready for tonight".

Huffing as you sat back in your seat. You drove down the road and saw a couple of bikes on the side. Your heart raced, hoping to see Angel. There he was sitting on his bike, smoking a cigarette and smiling. Your heart did flips. He was so beautiful.

"Dirty filthy scum". Nestor spat.

You ignored him as you watched out the window. Angel sent you a wink. You melted into a puddle in the seat.

Pulling up to house you got out and headed inside. Straight to your room, hiding the lingerie from Miguel. As you finished up he came into the room surprising you.

"You scared me". You let out a breathy laugh.

"Sorry. Did you have a good time"? He asked coming and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah, Karen talked about the busboy and all the things she wanted to do to him but I think it was just her hot flashes talking". You slightly giggled.

"So you were talking to boys"?

"No. We had a waitress and a hostess. All women".

"Then why is the only thing I'm hearing is about a busboy"?

"Just forget I said anything. What should I wear tonight"? You gulped down your fear and headed into your closet.

Miguel rubbed his temple. "There's a dress in there for you to wear".

Finding the dress it was beautiful. "This is lovely. I cant possibly wear this. It might get ruin".

"You'll wear it. Itll look great". Miguel kissed your head. "Oh, and I wished you had gotten the red set. You know how black looks on you". Miguel smiled and left the room. Your heart dropped. He knows what set you bought. Does he know about Angel?

#angel reyes smut #angel reyes fic #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes #angel reyes x reader x Miguel Galindo #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #mayans fanfic #mayans imagine #mayans fanfiction #happys-crazy-queen22 #miguel galindo fanfic #miguel galindo imagine #miguel galindo

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yatsugareboyf · 4 years ago

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hiya hiyaa,, i had a piano exam today and i barely remember doing it i was just so nervous haha

sorry i feel like i ask a lot but i just really like your hcs they make me happy xD

could i have chuuya, dazai and aku with an s/o who has hyperactive-impulsive adhd? and like they have to keep things with them to fiddle with to help them concentrate >.< thank you! -🌞

im glad my hcs make you happy im shy now hrgrhrhr anyways, i have adhd so i think i can nail these hcs

hcs for akutagawa, dazai, and chuuya with hyperactive-impulsive adhd! s/o

akutagawa ryuunosuke

you being very easily tempered at waiting or standing still without any sort of stimulation makes him kind of irritated (not @ you) because it cant be help

most of the time when you're waiting in line and its been a while he'll just move everyone out of the way so you both get there first

when you're lacking something to fiddle with or stim with, he'll wrap rashoumon around your hand, moving it (without hurting you) to atleast make you feel something

if you ask him to buy fidget toys or certain items that you fidget with he'll buy it straight away

when you wake up together he'll remind you of everything you need to do, setting reminders on your phone while you're playing with his hair to keep yourself busy

when you're both working in the room together, he'll try and avoid any distractions that may come and let you play any music you want

the noise from your toys gives him reassurance that you're trying to focus and do what you need to do, and he's proud of you

if you're hypersensitive and having a sensory overload, he'll limit contact with you and try and speak in his softest voice

leading you to the quietest room in the home or where it isnt crowded and lets you calm down

if you allow him to, he'll hold your hand and soothe you like that

all in all, he's caring in his own way, but he wont be up in your face abt it.

dazai osamu

if you like adventures that really get you going, well

its a date with dazai osamu

he's gonna bring you to places where you're allowed to touch everything and feel everything, love bringing you to theme parks

buys you a shit ton of toys, even those ASMR toys he found in walmart the other day

sometimes you fiddle with his belt from his coat while you two are cuddling and it gives him an excuse to tease you

baby really loves to stimulate you through his touch like brushing your hair with his fingers

or maybe drawing patterns on your palm

kisses many many of them

if you're overwhelmed, he'll try and lead you to a secluded place where you can relax and not have every single sound amplified

hates seeing you with your hands over your ears as you shake, wishes he could hold you

but he cant, because itll make you more overwhelmed

but once you're relaxed, he'll cuddle you and carry you where you wanna go

if you have random bursts of energy, he'll try and entertain you as much as he can

and by that he supports you fully while you two do absolute bullshit

nakahara chuuya

holds you by the waist always because hes lowkey scared you might get too distracted but its ok he loves u

like all of the above, he'll buy you everything from toys to noise cancelling headphones

even buys you a new phone with a loud speaker system so that everytime you have a reminder set it'll blast tf off

also has reminders on his phone so he'll call you from time to time when you're not together

touchy cuddles uwu he'll always be caressing your arm or your cheek while you'll be fiddling with his hair or his choker

you want a motorcycle ride around Yokohama? get ur helmet on because hes more than happy to drive you around

you wanna take a walk late at night to see the stars? chuuya's grabbing ur coat to go out

whatever makes you happy, he'll do.

when you're overwhelmed, he'll try and hold you as an instinct and sometimes it helps.

but there are times where you push him away and cover your ears while sitting on the ground which breaks his heart

but he understands, so he'll stay with you without contact, maybe bring in your headphones if you want

he'll have a toy in his coat at all times just incase you show up randomly at his office in which he DOESNT advise

what if u get turned as a trespasser with all ur.... extra movements per se

but he'll keep you safe and supports everything you do

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #nakahara #bungou stray dogs chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #chuuya x y/n #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai x y/n #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa ryuunosuke #akutagawa ryuunosuke x reader #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa x y/n

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hanymelon · 4 years ago

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Hi! Your art is *chef's kiss* and the ways you draw Mammon solo or with your MC are super cute and I love the way you detail his blushes and expressions so much. I get excited everytime I see you post a new drawing 💕

I was wondering if you had any tips for a beginner artist on, like, anatomy or just starting off in general? I usually just write and stick to that for OM, but some ideas feel like they should be drawn. I get confused with where I should start practicing and usually just drop the idea altogether.

Sorry if that put you on the spot or anything, don't feel bad if you don't wanna answer. I also really just wanted to gush about your art and ty for drawing so much good stuff!

Hi! Awwh thank you so much! ;v; Im so happy you get like my art enough to say that <333 💕💕💕 I know what you mean about getting ideas that feel like they should be drawn. Sometimes i get ideas that i think would be better done in writing. If you wanna share what you've written, id love to give them a read :)) No pressure tho! Ah, i get excited when someone is starting to pick up drawing. It can be challenging but super rewarding. Before i give specific tips, firstly I'd say if you are just starting out, have fun with it and dont stress too much about the technicalities. If you get too caught up with how something doesn't look right or how your anatomy is wonky, you'll bog yourself down and end up not creating at all which is sad :( In the end, its really about getting your ideas down on paper and it shouldn’t be something too too stressful since youre doing it for fun anyway! I have to remind myself that no one is holding me at gunpoint and forcing me to create drawings with perfect anatomy or proportions, im still learning! And thats okay!

[More under the cut bc this got kinda long!]

With that out of the way, here are some tips you can hopefully use. Im not that great at anatomy either, but what helps me a lot is references. Its pretty typical advice, but it really helps me understand form and what the human body can and cant do. like can the arm twist that way? Idk, look up a reference. Although it is the best way, sometimes its really overwhelming to look at actual pictures of humans and trying to translate that to a cartoony anime-ish drawing so you can start out by referencing anime (or cartoons) instead. When i was starting out i used to do little studies on styles that i liked. That can help a lot with seeing how artists you like draw certain things. For example how they make the arms and legs not look stiff, the specific curves they use for the waist, the folds in the clothes, etc etc. (Goes without saying here, but just don't upload your studies or copied drawings on the internet and claim it as your own and you're all good) I’d insert pictures of my own studies but i dont have them with me where i am rn so i cant do that unfortunately sorry! So lets say you have this super specific pose in mind and you cant find a reference for it or youre just too lazy to sort through hundreds of pictures on google or pinterest to find that one perfect ref img. You can just pose and take a picture of yourself. i do this a lot and sometimes get my friends (who are also art students so that makes things easier haha) to help if i need it. If you really dont want to do that tho, something i also do a lot is to do the pose while drawing it. Feeling and seeing where my body naturally leans and where body parts are relative to each other in a certain pose really helps. for example if im drawing someone waving, how far away is the hand from the head, should the elbow be out or close to the body, how long should the forearm be etc etc. Yknow the thing where you make the same expression as the character you're drawing? The way you kinda feel the way its supposed to look? Yeah its like that but for poses fjsv i hope this makes sense. Personally im not a big believer of the "Draw everyday!! Even when you dont feel like it!!" advice. But If youre really enjoying what you do, youd wanna be doing it every day anyway. And the more you draw, the more comfortable itll become and the more things will kind of make sense when you notice patterns as you practice. I guess what im trynna say is make the practice fun and not feel like a bother so you'd wanna do it more and in turn improve more. Its a cycle haha. Im not the most qualified to give advice but i hope this helped a bit? There are plenty of sources on the interwebs that are very useful and can probably help you a lot. I hope you keep drawing anon! Tldr; Draw what you want, use references, strike the pose and feel your body, make practice fun (whatever that might mean for you), the more you do it the better you’ll get

#ask hany #drawing tips #again ill say im not the best source to ask from since im still not that good myself but!#i tried!#its all pretty standard advice but i hope you got a lil bit from it!#not saying everyone should do it these things but they do help me a lot

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rllymilerlly · 4 years ago

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If they are giving their kids a semi normal childhood (Way more normal than theirs) does this mean they’ll send them to school. Because oh my god what an entertaining thought. Especially bc besides a few days for Aang, they didn’t do school and don’t quite get everything

And god this is completely derailing now but like a part of me believes if their kids go through school. They wouldn’t want anyone to know ‘Hey this is the Avatar and Bei Fong kid’ so they kept it badly hidden. What I’m saying is they def has a ‘wang and saphfire fire’ moment. That didn’t hold up for a long time and everyone practically knew. (Or maybe better yet they truly had no idea until one day Aang roles up Tattoos and all one day on accident). I just find Toph and Aang trying to navigate the school system entertaining.

Also @ ur Tags: Zukki is one of my favs ships now and def my favorite Zuko ship atm. And yes Katara is trying her best right now bless her soul. I’m Glad u like the twist! You got why I wanted to do something like this. I wanted their past to catch up to them bc they def did more than be overprotective towards Toph. This will also further cement for Aang and Toph how they absolutely will not be as parents.

HCs: Taang

Height Difference. This is very important to me, for some reason. Toph’s a little shorter than Aang when they meet, then they kinda even out at 14 – and for a while, it actually looks like she’s gonna surpass him, but then he has a massive growth spurt, and just … doesn’t fucking stop growing again. So, Aang tol, Toph smol.

PDA. Aang is a touchy-feely person. He likes to hug and cuddle and kiss and hold hands, and be hugged, cuddled and kissed. Toph likes all these things, too. In fact, she loves them. Just … not particularly in front of other people. Holding hands, fine, a kiss on the cheek, too, but everything else is reseved for home.

Travels. That’s honestly basically it. They travel, a lot, not only because I’d imagine it makes Aang’s job as the Avatar easier, but also because they both are very free spirits, and the world is big, and there’s much to see and explore.

The Best. I truly believe Aang and Toph are able to bring out the best in eachother; they are able to give eachother what they need, if not necessarily always what they want. Toph helps him to stand his ground, to square up and not back down. Aang help her see that that isn’t always the best way to go about things. He gives her freedom, she gives him stability, things they desperately crave/need when we meet them.

Chores. Aang is much more likely to do most of them; he has more fun cooking, he doesn’t like it if things get too messy, and letting Toph do the washing is not a good idea. Toph helps out when he asks or when she can see that he doesn’t have the mind to do it at the moment.

Diet. Expanding on Aang doing the cooking, I also imagine Toph being mostly vegeterian when they’re together. Not out of conviction, though. If they’re with friends/family she will happily eat meat. But I don’t see her going out of her way to cook it herself when Aang’s preparing dinner anyway, and he definitely won’t serve her steak.

Children. They’d both be pretty hands-on parents, I think. By no means perfect, but doing as best as they could. I can see Toph being a little too lenient, not making that many rules initially (’cuz she had too many), but Aang’s there to somewhat balance that out. (I can’t imagine the Air Temples just being complete chaos; they must’ve had structure and rules, and it didn’t hurt him. There is such a thing as too few rules.) They make a good team. And good parents.

#SAGA CONTINUES: So now FINALLY They are returning back home to their family and Aang couldnt be happier #at this point it has at least been a month and Aang tells Sokka and Suki ‘this is the longest weve been apart since weve been married’#he lowkey agonizes and cant wait for the boulder thatll probably hit him for leaving her behind #Meanwhile Katara and Toph are talking and Kat tells Toph how impressive she is #Beacause she has done a lot being 7-8 months preganat and still kicking that much ass #And Toph smiles and says ‘Honestly sometimes i forget im pregnant. i feel so light sometimes. not like the rock my mom says i was’#And Kats like ‘Do you think-‘ and Toph interrupts ‘idk but i dont want to give Twinkle Toes false hope. we’ll love them no matter what’#(But if she doesnt get at least 1 Earthbender she might lose it) AND THEN SHE FEELS FAMILIAR FOOTSTEPS HIT THE GROUND OUTSIDE #And casually is like ‘ugh finally those slow pokes are back’ but shes smiling so wide Kat and Zuko can see thru her #Once they reach outside Toph is immediately swept up and twirled around by Aang whos practically showering her with kisses #who in a word vomit is like ‘Ive missed you. im sorry i broke my promise. u were right. ive never been happier to see u pregnant still’#And Toph is like ‘If u dont let go the baby will pop out’ and Aangs like ‘Oop sorry T’ and puts her down gently #he immediately then gets shoved by a rock and Tophs like ‘I told u splitting up would be stupid’#And hes like ‘I know i know im stu-What happened to your head?’ and pops back up to examine it closer #And she lightheartedly like ‘Would u believe i ran into a wall’ but its too late she can feel his heavy heart connecting the dots #And before he can speak shes like ‘This wasnt ur fault Twinkle Toes. I dont want to feel your self pity party. im fine the babies fine’#And she grabs his hand and squeezes it and she feel his heart get a little lighter but only slightly #(Meanwhile Zukki is having a great reunion as well as Katara and Sokka having a sibling moment)#Then Tophs parents let their presence be known and evryone gathers inside to get the whole story #Toph is pissed that her parents did that and also never told her but she can tell they are genuine when they say that isnt them anymore #So she does forgive them but they need to srsly have a long drawn out talk soon about everything again and she means everything #after her parents leave the Gaang has a big family dinner and hang out like they love doing #They all decide to stay until Toph has her baby because i mean they are all here anyways and god it seems like itll pop out any second now #And Zuko teases Aang telling him that now that hes back he can fetch all of Tophs wild cravings and Aangs like u dont even know #And tells everyone the time She practically made him go through 5 towns to find a specific dish and they all laugh and have wholesome times #AND Then Finally 2 weeks later Toph goes into labor and U have never seen Aang looked more stressed in his life #He got kicked out of the room at one point bc his anxiousness was getting annoying according to Toph and even Katara they had to focus #But once the baby is actually coming they let him back in and Aang almost loses a hand from Tophs squeezing #AND THEN they get a lil baby girl and there is just this quiet moment of peace and love when they hold her #The rest of the Gaang (Iroh too) Arrive and they all form a giant cuddle puddle and they wouldnt trade this moment for anything. The End

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fluffybunnyartist · 5 years ago

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I like your work btw it's nice to see actually decent work on the whole slasher thing! Anyway I have a request. This S/O Has very fragile body, How would Michael Myers (or other slashers) deal with this in a relationship. Especially when their S/O get under the skin. Since their bones are like twigs and a simply arm grab leaves them with BLACK bruises. Again thanks for you work!

BUBBA SAWYER

The first time Bubba leaves marks on you he freaks badly. He treats you like porcelain maybe even more fragile than that.

Bubba will actually fight his brothers. Nubbins and Chop Top will try to see how dark you can get because it's so easy to do so.

Bubba will and has grabbed Dayton's beating stick and whooped the twins asses with it. Drayton was surprised and proud of him. Also a little scared.

You're either in the kitchen helping with small tasks or sitting down folding laundry or sleeping. Don't expect to work at all if your injured. You'll be locked upstairs.

Don't be surprised if he rarely has sex with you. He's just so worried you're so fragile! He doesn't want you to break! You're not a toy you're his little Y/N! His baby! He loves you so much and will treat you like a glass figurine.

JASON VOORHEES

Dont expect to do ANYTHING in this man's presence. Maybe if you whine enough he'll give you small tasks like rinsing off food or watering plants and be expected to be carried every where.

It'll take at least four years and very little injuries for him to even CONSIDER sex. Not really though but if you beg and accept the rules maybe you'll get sex from this gentle giant.

He's more careful than Bubba though. He's more in control of his emotions than him. But be prepared to be treated like a baby. He even starts to baby proof the house.

He has a list of rules. No going outside the cabin without him. No going upstairs without telling him. No strenuous work and absolutely no going anywhere near the dock. Follow these more so for Jason than yourself.

THOMAS HEWITT

Thomas will beat the FUCK out of Hoyt or Monty if they bother you or even touch you. He let's them push him around for the most part but not when it comes to you. He refuses to let the best most precious thing in his life be ruined.

He's afraid to touch you at first. What drew him to you was how fragile you were. His mama simply held on to your wrist as you tried to leave and it left a black mark!

He's surprised to see such a physically fragile person like you be so fiery. He loves it! Opposites attract right? Sex might happen if he finally touches you.

If you show him how to touch you without leaving marks he'll be so grateful and if he does end up leaving a mark kiss him and touch him. Itll help him.

MICHAEL MYERS

He enjoys it at first until he realizes how big of a strain it is on your body and how little it takes to hurt you. He doesn't feel as bad as the rest of them but he does make sure it happens less often.

He becomes way more dominant. You're never more than 20 ft away from him. He may even stop killing for a bit due to your fragile state.

He'll never admit that he's softer than a marshmallow for you. But he becomes 20x scarier when someone does try to hurt you. You're his little doll! No one else's. He's even kidnapped would be attackers and tortured them in the basement.

Rude customers at your work better watch out too. People are too afraid to try to move him from your place of work if he's loitering outside or visit you on your break.

He becomes a full time daddy dom. No one hurts you but him. And even that's limited. You make the voices stop. You make him forget about Loomis and the asylum. Your his.

BO SINCLAIR

Another daddy dom becoming full time and taking care of you. Soft gentle and fragile he loves it.

Just seeing you fall and gush blood made him so protective of you. Like look at you baby girl! You cant even defend yourself! Looks like daddy will have to help you!

Vincent and Lester are at your command. Bo makes sure that you don't overwork yourself. Bo is also putty in your hands.

He loves sex with you because it's so slow and sensual. He makes sure you're not getting hurt and has a certain safe word hammered into your head.

All in all good man. And when you get pregnant get ready to be pampered hand and foot 24/7

VINCENT SINCLAIR

He's so worried. He thinks of it like beauty and the beast. He's tall and strong freak while your soft and fragile beauty.

As much as he hates how easily you get hurt he does like to draw them beacuse it's so interesting but he doesn't wanna hurt you to see more marks

He will gives hickies and wrap you up with rope just to see some marks as long as it doesn't cause you any pain or discomfort. But he loves to see you healing up.

Dont expect to be doing anything at all. Injured or not he's refusing to let you do any work. Unless it's to grab something five feet away you're not doing it.

Sex is super soft and slow and builds up. He also will take a long ass time to convince to have sex with him. He's worried about hurting your little body.

Side note: Thank you so much! I'm actually trying to write a novel and I just love slashers so I thought this would help with my writing skills. So i really appreciate it!

#bubba saywer x reader #bubba sawyer #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #jason vorhees x reader #jason voorhees #jason vorhees imagine #michael myers x reader #michael myers #slasher x reader #slasher

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shhhhyoursister · 5 years ago

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I miss your writing so much. Could you maybe spare a short fic? Or hc's? Or something haha I really miss it

hello hello hello yes ive been wanting to write this lil comforty thing for a bit so here we go heres some sleepy boyfriends being cute also this got way longer than i meant it to (and also might become the first in a set of little domesticy things that i post on ao3 where they live together and itll literally just be a way for me to get all my gross mushy domestic feelings out)

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Matteo felt like someone had turned up the gravity with how heavy his body felt as he dragged himself home, backpack almost empty but feeling like it was full of bricks. He had had a full day, starting with a therapy appointment and then lunch with his mom and a ton of tiny little errands that he couldn’t even remember doing, but knew that they piled up until he could barely even see straight.

And he hadn’t even talked to David all day. They were both busy, so besides seeing him in the morning after waking up first, barely kissing him goodbye before he rushed out the door, they had had no contact. He had checked his phone what felt like every five minutes, frowning every time his screen was blank. So as tired as he was going home, as much as he felt like it would be much nicer to curl up on the concrete in front of his building than to force himself up the stairs, David was motivation enough to make it all the way to their front door.

He shoved it open, letting his bag drop to the ground the second he was inside, and he kicked his shoes off and took his jacket off and thunked his back against the door, just to rest for a minute. He was hoping David would swoop out of nowhere and carry him off to bed, cuddle him up in the all the blankets and soft sheets and warm skin that he could possibly want, but he didn’t. He didn’t even come out to greet Matteo, which was a little strange.

Matteo made his way through the flat, checking in the few rooms they had, but didn’t find his boyfriend until he walked into the room they used for schoolwork or regular work or art or whatever they needed to do that wasn’t sleeping, eating, or watching movies. He leaned against the doorframe and smiled, realizing that David hadn’t heard him come in because he had headphones pulled over his ears, and he was hunched over, staring at the computer screen. Matteo could tell from his slow movements as he clicked and dragged things around that he was just as tired as Matteo was.

David must have seen his reflection in a part of the screen, because he suddenly slid his headphones off, turning in the chair as he did so. and he gave Matteo a big (albeit sleepy) smile and said, “Hey, you.”

Matteo said a quiet, “Hey, you,” back, and walked over, feeling more and more like honey being poured slow out of a bottle as he went, and the relief he felt when he finally dropped into David’s lap, legs curled up and head dropping onto his shoulder as David’s arms circled around him and held him tight, was worth the long day. Was worth all the long days in the world. David bent his head and pressed a soft kiss to Matteo’s cheek, and he cuddled in closer.

“I don’t think this chair is meant for two people.” David said quietly into his hair, the smile on his face obvious in the tone of his voice.

Matteo let out a deep breath, shoving himself somehow closer and getting an arm around David too, and said back, “It seems to be handling us just fine.”

Not quite true with the way it was creaking anytime either of them moved, but David didn’t seem to care with the quiet chuckle he let out at Matteo’s response, and squeezed him tighter. Matteo could’ve have fallen asleep like that, even if he was a little uncomfortable with the way the arm of the chair was digging into his back, but David hands and lips on him were making it easier to ignore.

“You know, I was thinking,” David said, running his hand down Matteo’s arm.

“That’s not good,” Matteo interrupted before he could continue.

David pinched him but then squeezed him tighter when he pouted, “I was thinking about that fact that we haven’t used the bathtub since we moved in.”

Matteo nodded, too tired and brain too foggy to piece together where David was going with that.

“And we’ve both had long days, and I know that Laura snuck some bubble bath stuff under the sink when she helped us set the place up.” David said, his voice quiet and soothing to Matteo’s head, which is probably why his first reaction wasn’t to laugh.

“You want us to take a bubble bath?” Matteo asked, incredulously, lifting his head when he was able to so he could see David’s amused face.

“Yeah, I mean,” David said, slipping his hands under Matteo’s shirt to rub slow up his sides, grinning when Matteo shivered at the feeling, “it’s supposed to be relaxing, and it seems like we might both need that. And it’ll be nice, and warm, and we can even grab a bottle of wine if we want,”

Suddenly the thought of getting into a warm, bubbly, sweet-smelling bathtub with his naked boyfriend and a bottle of wine sounded like the most appealing thing Matteo could have have possibly imagined doing that night.

“If you run the bath I’ll pour the wine and roll us a joint,” Matteo said, leaning forward to nose into David’s cheek. He pressed a kiss there when David squeezed his hands around his ribs, letting out a pleased sound at Matte’s offer.

“Okay, deal,” he said, and started sliding his hands off of Matteo’s body, which wasn’t what he wanted at all, but knew it was necessary to carry out the plans they had just made. He sat up more, stretching his back a bit from the position he had been, but felt a hand on the back of his neck and he looked up just in time to see David’s face getting closer, and he closed his eyes as their lips met.

He raised his hand to David’s cheek and stroked a thumb across his cheekbone as their lips pressed together again and again, trading soft kisses that they were both too tired to deepen. Matteo felt the last bit of tension that had been sitting in his chest, a little ball of something still isn’t quite right, dissipate immediately. Once they finally pulled away from each other Matteo wrapped his arms around David’s neck and squeezed him tight, before standing up to find where they had put the wine glasses.

By the time Matteo had ground the weed and rolled it into a neat joint stuck behind his ear, and located the wine glasses and a bottle of wine (that he needed to ask David to open because his arms were just too sore to even try), the bath was ready. David had gone into their room to grab them clean clothes for once they got out, and Matteo opened the bathroom door a crack and stepped into the the room, his shoulder drooping as soon as he entered.

The room was filled with a foggy steam that smelled like lavender, and it felt thick in a way that made Matteo’s eyes droop too, like a heavy blanket being pulled over his all of his senses. He set everything down, carefully poured two glasses of wine that he set on the little (very convenient) ledge in the tub, and then leaned back against the wall to wait for David, his eyes closing as he did so.

He smiled when he heard the door open, and let out a content sigh when he felt arms slide up his sides again, pushing his shirt up in an obvious attempt to undress him. Matteo raised his arms and let David take the shirt off, opening his eyes when it was pulled over his head. He grinned, seeing that David had already removed his shirt.

He put his hands on David’s shoulder and pulled him in for a hug, his eyes closing again when he felt David’s skin against his, warm especially with the temperature in the room, and again Matteo was sure that he could’ve fallen asleep like that, standing there with David’s arms holding him up. David slid his hands down Matteo’s sides, making him shiver again, and brought them to the button on Matteo’s pants. He smiled into David’s shoulder as he unbuttoned them, shoving them down Matteo’s legs along with his boxers, and then did the same for himself.

He stayed against the wall as David got into the tub first, content to stare at his naked back with half-lidded eyes as David got used to the temperature of the water before sinking into it with a sigh, his arms resting on the edges of the tub on either side of him, his head leaned back against the tiled wall. Matteo would have been happy to just stand there staring at him, but he was feeling chilled with that much skin exposed. He stepped into the bath, settled into it faster than David had, tired of being a little cold with no boyfriend pressed up against him.

And fuck, Matteo felt like his brain was melting out of his ears. He leaned back against David’s chest, sighing the same way David had, his head tipping back against his shoulder. He could already feel the soreness in his muscles lessening, the water and whatever David had put in it calming his body and mind so much that he started wondering why he had never tried it before. It helped that David’s hands, wet and warm from the water, started dragging up his chest down his stomach, reaching his belly button before sliding back up.

“I think this is the best idea you’ve ever had.” Matteo murmured, his voice quiet but echoey in the enclosed space.

“I think so too,” David said back, leaning in to kiss at Matteo’s neck, and he tilted his head to the side to offer up more skin if David wanted to kiss him there, too. He did, trailing gentle kisses up to the spot behind his ear and then down his jaw, down his neck to the junction of where his neck met his shoulder, and then back up. Matteo shivered again, melting more into David’s chest, still relaxed, but the feeling was lighting something up inside him.

David lifted a hand out of the water, and pulled away from Matteo’s neck so he could grab one of the wine glasses, offering it to Matteo, who reluctantly released the grip he had had on David’s thigh to take it from him. He tipped his head back again, and took a sip, pouting and pulling the glass away when half of the sip spilled down his cheek and chin, dripping a dark red onto his chest. David’s other hand came out of the water and wiped the spot away, and he leaned down again and kissed his way up the pink streak the wine had left on Matteo’s skin.

They both sipped their wine, comfortably quiet in the way that only two people who knew each other inside and out could be, letting the alcohol and the steam and the smells swirl around their heads, calming them both from the days they had. Matteo could feel David sinking further into the water, and he did so as well, the warmth flowing up into his shoulders as they adjusted themselves. Matteo set his wine glass down, and reached for the joint that was somehow still set behind his ear. He could feel David smile into his neck when he placed it between his lips, and he reached out to grab the lighter before Matteo could.

He flicked it on, carefully holding it up to the end of the joint until Matteo puffed on it and got it going, and he set it back down, his hand resuming the path from Matteo’s chest down his stomach. Matteo tilted his head back against David’s shoulder again as the weed warmed him in a different way, the smoke burning his throat pleasantly. He grabbed the joint between two fingers and was going to offer it to David when he felt a hand on his cheek, and he opened his eyes to see David looking at him, his own eyes dark and staring into Matteo’s with a smile in them as he leaned forward and pressed their mouths together.

Matteo exhaled slowly, breathing the smoke into David’s mouth, putting a hand on David’s chest to steady himself and feel it rise as he breathed in, holding Matteo close so their lips wouldn’t slip. They pulled apart, Matteo taking in a deep, shaky breath as he watched David’s head fall back against the wall, smoke flowing slowly out of his nose. He pressed a kiss to the base of David’s neck, and raised the joint in front of his mouth, waiting for David’s lips to close around it before dropping his hand back into the water.

They finished the joint, sometimes shotgunning the smoke between them when the desire to kiss became to much to handle, and sipped at their wine until there was nothing but pink droplets at the bottom of the glasses. The weed, the wine, the water, everything was making Matteo feel like he was made of honey again, thoughts dripping through his head like the water dripping down the sides of the tub, and he let out a content sigh, turning his head so he could nuzzle into David’s neck.

“Can we stay in here forever?” he asked before really thinking about it, blushing as soon as the question left his lips. He hadn’t meant to ask it out loud, expecting it to stay in his head with the other fuzzy thoughts running through it. Not that he wouldn’t, if given the opportunity, spend the rest of his life in a bathtub, high, a little drunk, warm from the water and David’s skin and presence behind him.

David’s arms wrapped around him, squeezing tight enough to make Matteo feel a bit more awake. He opened an eye to look up just as David grinned, and he smiled back as David pressed that grin into his cheek, pressed a kiss there right after, and hummed for a second like he was thinking. His hands started rubbing up Matteo’s chest again, and kissed his cheek again.

“We can sure as hell try.”

#davenzi fic #davenzi fanfic #davenzi #david schreibner #matteo florenzi #druck fic #ive been taking lots of baths lately and they really just melt my brain #imagine having a boyfriend to take baths with though????? thats just too much man #matteo and david are lucky boys #nogguns

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comablog2 · 5 years ago

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Migraine

Tagging: @felicitous-one @buckleystrand @cherishingstydia @chrrlees @tkandbuck @justsmilestuffhappens @black-forest-girl @haderofthesociety @lilywoood @translucent-bisexual @transbuckley

Buck doesn't like getting sick. He really hates it, because he doesn't want other people to take care of him. Also with everything that happened, he wanted to avoid being sick so he didn't have to stay home.

He forgets how bad migraines can be when he goes a long time without getting them, and he just had to get one before the end of his shift. He doesn't know what else to expect to try and lessen the pain in the bunks before driving home.

"Buck?" Eddie calls into the bunk room. On a normal day, Eddie's voice would make Buck happy, but not today. He buried his head into the pillow and groans softly. "Hey... You okay?" His voice softened when he sees Bucks head hiding in the pillow.

"I'm okay.. just a head ache." He whispers.

"Doesnt sound like it." Eddie says softly, the back of his hand caressing over his forehead. "You feel a little warm.."

"I'm fine..." He looks out from the pillow and winces hard at the light from the doorway. He shuts his eyes and covers it with a pillow.

"Migraine?" He asks softly, hand carefully massaging his scalp. Buck nodded, whimpering shakily. "Alright. I'm going to talk to cap about me taking you home. You can't drive."

"I can. I'll be fine." He whines quietly and leans into the touch on his head.

"No, Buck. Let me go talk to Bobby and I'll make sure you get home safe." He says softly and kisses his head.

Buck leans up into the forehead kiss and lays back into the bed to relax as much as he can. He tries to ignore the throbbing in his entire head, but it's so insanely painful and he feels like if he moves to much he might vomit. He doesn't want to do that, especially now.

Eddie comes back in a little while and kisses his forehead again instead of talking right away.

"Alright, you can't take the pillow, but I have a blindfold you can use for now until I get you to my house. We have black out curtains." He whispers softly. "Try to sit up but don't open your eyes, okay?" Buck slowly sits up and feels Eddie carefully tying the blindfold around his eyes.

"Thought my first time being blindfolded would be in a much sexier situation." Buck mutters softly. Eddie chuckles and carefully helps him stand. Buck trusts Eddie to lead him, and he hates how weak he feels.

"You gonna be Alright, Buck?" He recognizes Caps voice and he nods slowly.

"Itll pass. I just really need to sleep." He says softly, rubbing a hand across his forehead. "I'll be okay tomorrow!" He says shakily, not wanting to put on leave for a long time.

"If your not, you have lots of sick days you can relax a little." Bobby rubs his back gently and he can't help but smile. Eddie leads him carefully to the car, closing the car door as quietly as possible.

"I have some head phones if you want them."

"Silence doesnt really help. It's mostly light and loud noises that hurt." He said gently. Eddie smiles and rubs his back.

"Alright. Well Chris isn't home, so itll be quiet for a while." He says as he starts his car and begins driving. Buck leans back in his seat and shrugs.

"You can take me home. I can handle it."

"Oh and you think Tia Pepa wouldn't kill me for letting you take care of yourself? All my family have migraine problems. She'd kill me." He says softly.

Buck smiles and without his sight the drive to Eddie's house doesn't take too long. Eddie's a little glad he's blindfolded, because he doesn't see the looks that he gives him. He can't help his looks. Kissing his forehead made him feel so much more in love. He wanted to kiss those pretty lips of his and take care of him.

Eddie gets him into the house and on the couch, making sure he has pillows and blankets, and going to make some tea for him.

"Eddie?" Buck asks softly. Eddie's heart melts. It sounded so unusually small and soft.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for taking care of me." He says softly. Eddie goes over and strokes his hair.

"Of course. I'll always take care of you." He says softly. "Buck?" He asks softly. He's so close to his lips.

"Yeah?"

It could be his imagination, but Buck is leaning forward to him.

"I want to kiss you." He whispers softly.

"Please?"

Eddie kisses him softly, pulling him close and squeezing the back of Bucks neck gently. Eddie loves the feeling. He feels Buck move closer, feels his lips against him and his fingers tangling into Eddie's shirt, a small whimper passing from him.

Eddie pulls away quick, surprising himself. Buck chases his lips, a small whimper falling from his mouth. Eddie gently kisses him gently again.

"I didn't know I liked you like this.." Eddie admits quietly. "I mean I liked you... but.."

"Its more then what you thought?"

"Yes." He whispers.

"That's okay. I like you a lot too."

"I hope your head feels better soon so I could see those pretty blue eyes."

"Maybe if you kiss me enough my head will feel better." Buck says softly, bumping their noses. Eddie chuckles, and kisses him firmly, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. Buck shudders and relaxes into the kiss.

The tea kettle whistles faintly and Buck whines.

"Please handle that." Buck whispers.

"Alright.. but I want kisses after."

"Of course."

#ao3 author #911 fanfic #911 buck #911 season 3 #ao3 link #evan buckley #ao3fic #fanfic #911 chimney #911 prompts #eddie diaz #prompt generator #story prompt #writing prompt #ask prompt

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uwuowotf2waslife · 4 years ago

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Do you have one with crippling depression yet? Like they stop eating, stop moving, always nearing tears but bottles them up, becomes emotionally numb, not really finding the joy in life in anyway? There’s nothing physical that caused it, it’s just isolation, loneliness, or guilty memories catching up with you. I’m uh, not doing so good right now and your writing is a really good pick-me-up. Can you write it? Please? It’s fine if it’s too triggering, I can understand. Have a good day, or night.

My inbox is always open my dude, and im more than thankfull for your words

(this will be about a merc and a S/O, hmu if you meant about team dynamics)

You are poetry,

stay safe & hydratated

tw: depression

Scout: (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ not the most emotional mature of the mercs; even himself admits that he is pretty immature even for his age (early 20s), but this doesn’t means he doesn’t have empathy or that he doesn’t care about his S/O. He sees you suffering and he is big time worried. He tries to motivate you, drag you out of your bed and do something fun or at least go and buy some food. He will get annoying but he can’t just sit there and watch you rot. He is a hands-on guy, he might not understand why you are acting up like this, but at the same time he doesnt know how he can approach you. He will try to hug you tighter and bring you food and water, his shoulders can be a pillow for you to cry all day and night long and his hands are there to wipe off the tears from your face. He hates seeing his bby sad and would give half his Tom Jones memorabilia for you to wake up one day and be your old, happier self ♥

Soldier: (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ although his social skills are in scarcity, he isnt a traitor. He sees his S/O down ( mentally) and it pains him to an unimaginable extent to see you so unmotivated . He doesn't understand why are you sad, what has happened? Did that crazy Kraut touched you? who he needs to snap the neck? He hates seeing you like this. Will be stubborn, just because he doesnt understand something it doesnt mean he can't find a way around. In the end, he will push you enough to actually break down and explain everything that has happened. For the first time in years hes just silent, he broke the dam and he is beyond ashamed of making you break down like this. He doesn't what to do so for now he will hold you as tight as he can and promise in America and whatever is holy and pure in him that he will help you untill you are again okay. ♥

Pyro: (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ they know that you are sadder than before and they can see you points of view. They themselves know that life sometimes just sucks and that its okay not to want to eat or leave your bed. But they are also afraid that whatever is plaguing you it will become worse and worse and they really don’t want to see you hurting yourself like they once did. They try helping you do simple things, drink a glass of water, play a bit with their stuffed animals, theyll help you brush your hair or wash your face. They know they baby you, but they think you need a bit more of some more smootches or cuddles. If they see you worsening or being even less active they will drag you their pillowfort and just try to keep you as close them while chanting sweet nothings and sad mumbles, please don’t loose yourself like they did. ♥

Engie: (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ he might be a cruel, cold man when hes on the field, but in reallity he is the cinnamon roll meme( he is a cinnamon roll and he might kill you tho but he is mostly a cinammon roll). He knows also that work and his projects take a really big amount of his time so he already feels very guilty. I doubt he has any humanitarian doctorates, but he has an above average understanding of human psychology; whats the point of trying to emulate life when you cant understand it?He knows he can't address it straightforward, but he needs to get you over this slump before you do something really stupid. Que him cleaning up his workshop and carrying you there bridal style. He has a small nest of pillows and blankets and right next to it his trusted guitar.You have the whole night and the day after to spend it together and get in the bottom of the barrel. Itll be hectic but he is a very patient man and loves ya to bits ♥

Demo: (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ lowkey one of the mercs with the most expierence with depression/ depressive episodes. For once in his life he doesnt drink and tries to find the rute of the problem, if there is of course or its just pent up anger and frustation with things that have happened in your life now or in the present. In simple, you will talk. For hours if needed. He wont drink a sip becausehe doesnt want to forget even the stupidest detail from your venting. In the end, he will offer you to drink but he will drag you out of the base/ house and make you sit in the front porch/ garden while he has set up some “ festive” fireworks ( just some small ones that erupt and turn into hearts) . He isnt the ideal psychological perfection, but if you chosed the scottish cyclops for your mate, then he shall go to the man and back just to see you smile one more time. ♥

Heavy: ˜”*°•.˜”*°• he has seen depression and has experienced it himself. It was way too traumatic for a young man to have to support a family without a father figure around. I highly headcanon him to have deppresion hence the sandwich, hes bingining while staying in the battlefield. He doesnt care about the language barrier, in order for the both of you to be as close as you are know, it means you understand eachother to a satysfying extent. He will cook you a very hearty meal and bring it to your bed with a tray and sweet tea. You can eat in silence with him simply staying by your side and rub your back, words can’t potray how he feels right now. Once you finished hell put the dishes outside and simply cuddle you ( being the least cuddly of the mercs, it means a lot). You can nap, cry, trace patterns on his sculp anything really. All his life the main cause of depression was the anarchy surrounding his life, he needs you to feel protected. He doesn’tcare how much time it will take, but he will rip the mountains apart to seeyou smile out of genuine happiness, might even cry if he is the cause. •°*”˜.•°*”˜

Medic: (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ the most medically, again qualified from the group. so he has at least that covered. He isn’t stupid, you show clear signs of cronic clinical depression ( also known as manic depression) and although it has been a long while before finding a patient to lobotomize, hed be damned if he ever butchered you up like that. He is a healer, even if enjoys his enemies to hurt a little more than they should, and a healer is here to help both the body and the mind. Will persuade you into getting under medication, even if he knows theyll have little to no effecthe just hopes the placebo effect will motivate you. He tries to mix your routine with his, ex. he wakes up really early when you finnaly after hours of insomnia fell asleep, hell tuck you in and kiss your forehead. Throughout the day hell send Scout or Heavy to bring you food or water or your medications. Pyro will be by your doorstep or you side, to keep you company during the day. At night he will carry you to the medbay and do all the talking for you if you dont feel like talking, he will listen to all of your venting. Lowkey will sit you on his lap so he can rub your back and let you cry/ just sit there, to feel his heardbeat on your face and relax. ♥

Sniper: (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵. 𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘈𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 , 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 , 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤 ( 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴), 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘚/𝘖 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵( 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴 , 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 0/10 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘸. ♥

Spy: (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ actually he isn’t that mentally mature as much as he strives to be. He has very unhealthy copying mechanisms, he fucks and smokes his torments away, but he also knows different people have different copying mechanism and he cant judge how people seek comfort. He doesnt know how to help yo, he really does but he doesnt know. He is nervous but he will probably suggest you two take a vacation away, together. He has planned it all fancy and nice, and pretty much has scanned the whole place/ area/resort you are staying and having “ friends” around. He doesnt care if you just stay all day in the resorts pool and just chill around drinking pina coladas. In the middle of your vacations, he will take you to a more secluded area and will open up about his issues , not about your relationship but about him as a person. He has many issues and he is a very difficult person to be around, so you haveto know he will never judge you. But he also doesnt know how to help you. This will make you hug him and you two can finnaly have a good, well-earned cry. Kiss him on the nose or on his head and tell him how much all this means to you and he will cry you a river and hold you till the dayhe dies, how can someone so late in his life means so, just so damn much? ♥

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