#looking at new furniture online is my happy place....

[choking-on-roses]

I think I'm gonna turn the loft in my new apartment into a little reading/study nook. With tonnes of fairy lights and houseplants 😚

[starry-eyedblog]

HI LAURY (≧ω≦。) I CAN FINALLY SEND YOU AN ASK AGAIN!!

okay ahem i was thinking about roomates!soap and gaz !! they are like very overly touchy and obsessed with you, literally can't keep their hands off you while you three are on the couch watching a movie. a bit insane and gross sometimes too BUT i love them very much. DO YOU SEE MY VISION HERE!! i don't think i am explaining it well BUT YEAH >:3

ruru!! i'm so happy yer free from jail, vry glad to have you back<3

and omg i'm actually frothing at the MOUTH i see your vision so clearly. why is this so hot?? i actually need them so badly. hope i do the idea justice !! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

warnings/tags: roommate! soap x roommate! gaz x reader, non con/dub con, groping, pervy/creepy behaviour, slight manipulation/guilt tripping, mentions of panty sniffing

you had moved into a new flat a few weeks ago, managing to snag a pretty big place for a cheap price. when you saw the amount on the post advertising it online, your eyes almost bulged out of your head and you rushed to contact the owners, which turned out to be two handsome men a few years older than you.

what was not to love of the place? close commute to your work, cheap, spacious and two very good looking men living there too. honestly it felt like a setup but you didn't question it, and your application was immediately accepted.

so in no time flat you were moving in, setting up all your own furniture with the help of both your roommates. and after a week of getting comfortable and your roommates keeping a good distance from you while you settled in, they finally asked you to join in with them on their activities that have always been just for the two of them. the first, was film night.

"every friday night, we have film night. snacks, drinks, shitty films. it's our routine, and now you're here, we thought you should be included." gaz had told you on thursday morning, an easy smile on his face as he stood leaning on the kitchen counter, eating toast in just his plaid pyjama trousers hanging low on his waist with everything else on show. it was very difficult to avoid oogling at his chest as you responded. "so-sounds great, i'll uhm pick up some snacks after work tomorrow." you ushered out.

it's now friday night at half nine and the three of you are huddled up under soft blankets on the pretty spacious couch with you squished in the middle of them. there wasn't any need for them to have their bodies so close to you, but you didn't say anything. gaz had his arm resting on the back of the couch, around your head which made you blush slightly, even though it was just for his own comfort.

you're only fifteen minutes into the film, some popcorn in your hand with eyes glued to the tv when you feel the first touch. it's a big, warm hand pressing at your thigh. you jump, head whipping round to soap who smiles innocently at you. his hand grips your thigh and you whine, stumbling out a response.

"soap, wh-what-?" you try to ask but soap shushes you up quickly, "shh hen, tryna watch the film." he points to the tv with his free hand, no longer looking at you. not even a minute later, another hand coming from the other side of you is now squeezing at the inside of your thigh.

your head whips round to face gaz instead, your eyebrows scrunching up in confusion. "why are y-" before you can get another word out, gaz is also shushing you and instead facing the tv - just like soap.

you try not to think about it too much, as they both seem to be enamoured with the film playing in front of them and uncaring of the fact both of their hands are gripping at your thighs that borderlines on just a wee bit too tight.

as the film continues, you start to forget about the weight of their hands on your thighs but that doesn't last long until both hands are moving again, one going to your front while the other slides back to rest on your arse.

your cheeks instantly flare pink as you sputter out words, trying to ask what they are doing. "ain't doing anythin', you're jus' too sensitive love. keep watchin' the film alright? me and johnny really want you to take movie night serious, can you do that for us?" gaz asks with a pout, guilt tripping you with his adorable puppy face that will soon become a recurring issue for you.

you find your head nodding slowly, eyes turning back to the tv once again as their hands start to fondle you. soap's hand teases at your cunt through your joggers, cupping it every now and then while gaz grabs and almost kneads at the soft skin of your arse, fingers slipping the joggers down enough that he can touch warm flesh.

it doesn't take long for you to be a whimpering mess on the couch, trapped between the two burly men who give you no respite, rough overworked hands fondling you so meanly and roughly, without care for your sensitive body.

"gu-guys the film, i thought you wan-hghh wanted to watch it." you splutter, head rolling back onto the shoulder of gaz who's on your left. "aye we do, so quit yer yapping quien." soap grumbles, leaving a sloppy wet kiss on your neck, eyes not even looking at the tv.

it doesn't take long for gaz's fingers to work their way down your joggers and push aside your flimsy underwear, a dry thumb pressing against your asshole that has you squirming, hips bucking to get away. gaz's other hand keeps you pinned down firmly with no issue, watching the way your mouth falls open to let out confused sounds of pleasure and pain.

as gaz does this at the back of your body, soap fondles with the front of you, hand slipping down your underwear to press at your clit which makes you moan out-loud, eyes fluttering shut. "dove, please. we haven't seen this film before, been waiting awhile." gaz complains, nibbling at your ear and you feel as if all your nerves have been set on fire. the guilt and pleasure swirls through your turned on body, mind starting to become foggy as they continue their groping.

you bite down on your bottom lip harshly, teeth digging into the skin and causing little tears. tiny droplets of blood stain your bottom lip as you sit there like a doll for them, your fuzzy brain desperately trying to focus on the film but at this point any ideas you had about the plot or characters has left you and replaced with the way your body is being groped at by your two new roommates.

soon soap's fingers are slipping past your folds and caressing your hole that seems to grow wet from the touch, even though it's a natural human body instinct, soap takes it that you're enjoying his and gaz's caressing which just feeds into his gross mindset.

"fuck gaz, should feel how wet they are. fuckin' turns em on being groped." soap moans deeply, one thick finger slipping into your wet hole that immediately clenches down on the intrusion. "that so? we picked the right one tav." gaz smirks at his friend, pulling his hands out of your joggers to then shove his dry thumb into your mouth roughly.

"suck lovie." he stated, watching the way your teary eyes didn't move away once from the tv while your mouth gently sucked on the digit. soon he slipped his thumb out and pressed it against your hole once again, but this time he gently started to edge his spit soaked finger inside which had your body flinching. you had never experimented back there, so this was a very new sensation.

"never had anyone back here, eh?" gaz jokes with a mean chuckle which soap joins while thrusting one finger meanly into your tight cunt that leaks around his hand. another finger is soon added, thumb pressing against your clit. you feel absolutely ashamed, your body enjoying the touch while your mind is conflicted.

before you can think much more about how wrong this is, how your roommates have ganged up on you to touch you without any consent, your stomach tightens and your cunt clenches down on soap's two fingers. your asshole pulses around gaz's thumb as your orgasm washes through you and your eyesight blurs from the intensity.

as you whimper and gasp on the couch, hips bucking and writhing to try get away, both men watch in awe as you cum. the film is long forgotten now, playing quietly in the background as it illuminates the room. once your orgasm finally comes to an end, your body slumps back into the couch, eyes half lidded and body limp while your roommates remove their hands out of you.

soap is the first to taste your sweet nectar, long tongue wrapping around his middle finger and sucking off your juices. he moans and pants like a dog in heat as he tastes you on his tongue, and it isn't long before gaz is whining for his turn. soap reluctantly pulls off and rests his ring finger on gaz's plump lips, watching the younger man slowly open his mouth and welcome his finger inside. his tongue laps up the wetness, hips bucking up from need as he drinks down everything he can just off soap's finger.

after a minute, soap is pushing gaz off with a chuckle. "alright calm yersel gaz." he says, and gaz rolls his eyes. "you're just the same." he grumbles quietly before turning to you, smiling at how out of it you are, still limp against the couch.

thankfully both men pull your underwear back up and clean you up, but not without leaving messy hickeys all over your neck and shoulders to claim you as theirs.

and no one needs to know, certainly not you, that through this week of you settling in - where they kept their distance so you were comfortable, they weren't actually keeping faithful to that promise. they already managed to slip a few dirty pants out of your bedroom to sniff and huff at while jerking the other off at late hours into the night, as well as spying on you when showering.

but this was just the start of their creeping on their new pretty roommate.

@bjornthebearguy

@iciclesses

@mothymunson

[the-offside-rule]

Jude Bellingham (Real Madrid) - Moving

Requested: yes

Prompt: Moving in with Jude Bellingham (this came at a good time cuz my fyp is FULL of Jude)

Warnings: cutesy shtuff

"Jesus, whys there so much books?" Jude asked as he unpacked a third black box filled to the brim with various schoolbooks. "University. I don't think I need to explain further." Y/n replied as she stacked the books onto the newly constructed shelf. "Yeah, but why so many? I thought everything was online nowadays."

Jude couldn't hide his excitement as he helped Y/n move into their new place in Madrid. The air was filled with a mix of anticipation and laughter, creating an atmosphere of warmth and joy. Jude grinned as he lifted another box, "You sure you want all these books in our room, babe?" Y/n chuckled and took a few, placing them on the Shelf above their bed. "Absolutely! They're part of the charm. Plus, they'll have a good view from the shelf." AsAs they unpacked, memories unfolded. Y/n held up an old photo, "Look at us here! Can't believe it's been that long." Y/n stumbled upon another photo of them in the Camp Nou. Their first holiday as a couple. "Remember that trip to Barcelona? Our first adventure together." It was....ironic how he ended up going to the rival team but that was a funny story to tell in the future. She grinned, handing it to her boyfriend. Jude chuckled. "Yeah, and now we're making a new chapter right here in Madrid. Who would've thought?"

They set up a cozy reading nook, and Y/n teased. "Imagine the adventures we'll have in this little corner." She winked. "Behave. I won't bother you when you're there. I'll wait until you get out." Jude said, undoing another box. "We both know you're impatient." She smiled. "You're awfully rude, you know." He muttered. "You love me really Jude."

Amidst the unpacking chaos, they found a quirky souvenir from a past vacation. Y/n held up a miniature flamenco dancer. "We got this in Barcelona too, didn't we? Jesus, I nearly forgot all of these." She turned to see Jude holding a cinema ticket and a receipt. "What's this?" He asked. "Remember our first date to the cinema? I kept the ticket." Jude nodded. "Ah yeah. How could I forget? I spilled popcorn and pretended it was intentional, just to hold your hand." Jude chuckled. "You were quite the romantic back then." Jude held her closely and smiled down to her, just centimeters from her face. "I still am, especially when it comes to you."

"You still know how to make me blush." Jude chuckled. "You'd swear we were married for like 50 years with how you're going on." Jude laughed. "Oh but I love these little tokens. It reminds me of how we got here." She said, holding the ticket in her own hand now. "Our own little museum of love." He joked. "Oh shut up." They shared a playful laugh, turning mundane tasks into moments they'd remember forever.

In between assembling furniture, Y/n looked at Jude with a mischievous grin. "Remember when we tried to build that IKEA shelf? It took us hours!" Jude shook his head. "I still blame the instructions. They're like a secret code only IKEA employees understand." Jude said trying to connect the leg to the new desk. "Or the Swedish." They both burst into laughter, turning the furniture assembly into a lighthearted competition.

While setting up Y/n's study space, Jude couldn't help but express his pride. "You're going to nail uni, Y/n. I'll be right here cheering you on." Y/n playfully tapped his nose. "We cam be eachother's cheerleaders. Go team us!" She smiled. "But I haven't exactly been the best cheerleader, have I?" Jude said. "It's understandable." Y/n replied. "I don't think it is. It would have been understandable for you to not come to my games and support me but you still did. But it's my turn now and I promise I'm going to cheer you on louder than anyone else." Y/n reached out her hand and he took it, interlocking their fingers and kissing them. "I am so happy you're finally here." He whispered.

They shared a sweet moment, realizing that every challenge they faced only brought them closer together. "Come on, last box." Y/n said, handing the heavy box to Jude. He obviously underestimated how heavy it was because he nearly dropped it. "Don't you deadlift at training?" Y/n teased. "Come here you!" She giggled as she ran from Jude around the house, further delaying them actually finishing up the moving process.

As the day unfolded and the furniture set up, the items and memorabilia all set in their place, the couple sat by the pool with the fireplace ablaze, sipping on coffee, and enjoying the peace and quiet of eachother's company. "This is home now, isn't it?" Y/n said, leaning into Jude. He nodded. "Our safe haven. Here's to new beginnings, love." They clinked their coffee mugs, sealing the promise of countless more memories Madrid, in what would now be known as their home.

The day ended with laughter echoing through the halls, love lingering in the air, and the anticipation of countless tomorrows in a city that now held not just their dreams but their shared adventures and cherished moments.

[kentosbabes]

Moving into your new apartment with Nanami

Nanami who asked you if you wanted to move in together as you had began spending alot of time at his place rather than your own. From then you realized you needed a bigger space so he went online and spent months looking for the perfect place.

Nanami who dragged you to every viewing and took photos of every inch of the apartments. He also brought a notepad to write down the pros and cons. After long months of looking you found the perfect place that overlooked the city.

Nanami who finalized the deal within a week and began getting ready to move. Due to his job as CEO of a publishing company money was no issue and shushed your attempts to at least pay half the rent. 'My love all my money is yours so technically you're paying as well' he says as you sit in his lap as he sips his morning coffee. 'You don't need to worry your pretty head about any of that'.

Nanami who started packing way before the moving date. He's already buying boxes and putting things in them before you've even begun going through your belongings.

Nanami who sits on your bed as you go through your draws and closet deciding what to get rid of and what to keep. Moving gave you the excuse to go through your clothes finally. 'what about this dress Kento? do you like it' you say holding the dress to your body. He looks at it intently before saying 'its short. I like it'

Nanami who helps pack up your apartment and put everything neatly in boxes. you always thought you were good with cleaning but Nanami was on a different level, neatly folding your clothes up at an unimaginable speed.

Nanami who on moving day drives you and your belonging to the apartment. You were stood at the doorway of your old place for ages, not out of sadness but excitement for the change and happiness as the memories of everything comes flooding in.

Nanami who fumbles with the key putting it into the door while his other hand wraps around your waist. 'oh Kento its beautiful isnt it' you say walking in and looking around the apartment. he hums in response pulling you into a soft kiss by your waist.

Nanami who takes a week off to help unpack everything. He never takes days off even when he's sick but he wanted to spend time with you and help with the decorating. He would be up till 1am unpacking boxes of plates and cutlery as you dance around with a glass of wine in your hand.

Nanami who really couldn't care less what color the living room wall should be but still acts interested while you blabber on. 'hmm what about this shade? it would go match with the sofa we ordered but it's also bland so may not?' you say holding a sample color to the wall. Nanami comes up behind you putting his chin on your neck 'I think this color' he says picking up a sample and placing it on the wall. 'Oh, Kento that's the shade! It's perfect' you say in excitement kissing his cheek.

Nanami who lays in bed with you curled up to his chest scrolling on his iPad through furniture. 'this would match with the rug we ordered' he says pointing to the lounge chair on the screen 'hmm its cute but it doesnt match the vibe' you say looking up at him. 'vibe? and what is the vibe?' he asks. 'well since were practically in a penthouse in thinking something timeless and luxurious, see like this' you say now pointing to a different lounge chair a cream color.

Nanami who makes sure everything is perfect to your liking. He's hiring the best decorating team and builders to make sure the place is perfect. he also make sure to pay a little extra to ensure the work doesnt take too long and you can enjoy peace and quiet soon.

Nanami who signs in relief as the last builder leaves leaving you alone in your now complete new apartment. 'ugh I love it so much' you say looking up at him. his hands find your cheeks as he puts his lips to yours. 'I love you so much' he says picking you up and taking you to your room.

Nanami who finds himself saying 'God im going to fuck a baby into you' as he thrusts into you. The now larger apartment makes him think about the future and having a family with you. 'is that what you want' he asks looking into you eyes as his fingers toy with your clit.

Nanami who groans as you nod your head 'yes, Kento f-fuck' His thrusts quicken as you reach your high with him not far behind and finishing in you. his body crashes down on you and you mumble 'Maybe we should talk about me coming off my birth control' his head lifting up and his eyes filled with excitement 'Really?' he asks

Nanami who now cant wait to come home. he always finds you in the kitchen dancing to music as you cook dinner. He places down his bag and you rush towards him wrapping your arms around his neck showering him with kisses.

masterlist

[meetmymouth]

you, me, teddy, and baby

an extra from the series ‘theadora’. read everything here!

notes: talks of pregnancy/pregnancy tests. read the last part of theadora HERE !! 

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you… Happy birthday dear Teddy, happy birthday to you!

Harry lowers his phone just enough to call for Theadora. “Make a wish, T!”

“Harry, fix the candle,” she says, making Harry turn to her as Thea looks between her parents. “The ‘five’ looks crooked.”

This makes everyone in the room laugh, and Harry does what he’s told– but not before rolling his eyes.

She knows he doesn’t mean it, and she knows they’ve been really stressed recently, between Thea having problems at school and a couple of leaked songs from Harry’s old albums.

It’s been peaceful, though, being a family. She knows what everyone’s saying online– knows what they’re talking about, but she stopped caring a long time ago. As soon as she stopped looking her name up, or Harry’s, things have been a lot easier; life, together, as a family, has been easier.

They still have ups and downs, like most couples do, but they manage. She knows whatever happens, Harry has her back– their backs.

He’s been off tour for a while, and they spent most of their time travelling as a family. They went to all the places Harry has been without them by his side, ‘I want to experience it with you two’, and when they came back to London last year, he finally asked her to move back in– officially. They renovated parts of his house, and Theadora got a new bed, and a whole different room. She picked what colour she wanted for her walls, her furniture, and after countless tantrums over rugs and chest of drawers, she couldn’t have been happier with her new bedroom.

“You Styles’ can’t go a day without glitter, can you?” Jenny laughs into her glass of wine, and Y/N turns her attention to her– she’s admiring the jumpsuit she’s got on.

She smiles. “I’m not a ‘Styles’, remember?”

“My bad,” Jenny grins. “Would be nice though, no?”

Y/N hums. “Maybe.”

She takes a sip from her own glass, but the taste suddenly feels too bitter on her tongue. Deciding against drinking more, she places it on the table behind her, and excuses herself to walk towards where Harry and Theadora are standing, surrounded by friends and family.

Thea is talking about her favourite friend in Year One, and Harry nods along, turning to the group around them with a proud smile.

“And,” Harry notes, “She got the trophy for lining up beautifully this week,” he adds, squeezing Thea’s cheeks with both hands.

The five-year-old grins, and Y/N doesn’t have the heart to correct Harry, ‘it’s for the whole class, H, not just Teddy’.

She joins the group, but Harry’s arm finds her before his eyes do, and he wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him.

“Hi, baby,” he whispers, squeezing her hip. He presses a kiss on her temple, and she smiles.

“Hi,” she squeezes the hand on her hip, and her own hand finds the top of Thea’s head, ruffling the curls.

Thea looks up, and smiles, big teeth reminding her of Harry’s, and she matches her smile, squeezing her warm cheek.

“Hi, cutie.”

“Can I stay at auntie Gemma tomorrow?”

“It’s a school night, Teddy,” she smiles.

Thea’s smile falls. “But daddy said I could,” she mutters, lips pursing.

Y/N looks up at Harry, and she almost laughs at the face he’s pulling.

“Well,” she begins, squeezing Harry’s hip. “Daddy should’ve asked mummy as well, yeah? We’ll talk about it tomorrow after school, yeah?” She strokes the side of her face. “How’s that sound?”

.・゜

Tea. Lots of tea and fruit pastilles.

Harry watches from his side of the bed, glasses on– hand holding a novel. He looks puzzled, eyebrows raised and his mouth parted as she devours the last of her fruit pastilles.

“Y/N?” Harry calls, voice wavering between worried and amused.

She looks up, cross-legged on the edge of the bed. “Yes?”

“Fruit pastilles at eleven o’clock at night?”

A raise of her eyebrows, and he knows he’s fucked up.

“So?”

He clears his throat. “Are you okay?”

“What the fuck, Harry?”

“Babe, what–”

“Stop watching me– stop watching me eat and drink,” she throws the empty bag at him, and he dodges it even though it falls nowhere near him. “You’ve been watching me all night– watching my every move.”

“Babe,” he lets out a surprised laugh. “What? I haven’t been doing that…”

“Mhm,” a vigorous nod. “You have! Are you calling me fat?”

“Look,” Harry places his book on her side of the bed. “I’m sorry. I just– I know you don’t normally like eating stuff before bed, it makes you uncomfortable; that’s why I’ve– never mind. I would never, ever call you fat,” he shakes his head.

He walks over to her, arms wide open as he wraps them around her, and she lets out a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” she says, words ushered against his warm, naked chest. She places her hand where his heart is. “I’ve been really awful lately, I know.”

“You haven’t,” he whispers into her hair. He kisses below her ear, earning a giggle from her.

“You can be honest.”

“You haven’t been awful. Just…”

She looks up, eyebrows raised.

Harry continues. “Just… on edge?”

“Hm.”

“Come on,” he sighs, kissing her nose. “Let’s sleep.”

She nods. “Be back in a sec, need to pee.”

She watches him nod, and walk over to his side of the bed and open the duvet properly before getting in. He’s placing his book on his bedside table when she’s closing the door to the ensuite.

She doesn’t know what possesses her to reach the pregnancy tests at the bottom of the small storage box where she keeps her useless stuff in. She knows she was extremely moody and she ate things she wouldn’t normally eat when she was pregnant with Theadora.

Opening the package, she takes a deep breath, and sits on the toilet. It takes a few seconds to do her business, and she waits with the test in her hand before she can wash her hands.

Her period has been late, she knows, though it’s never been regular for her. Couple of days late meant nothing usually– at least for her.

The hidden tests have been on her mind since yesterday, though she hasn’t been up to it until tonight.

The test forgotten by the sink, she thinks of the possibility of being pregnant again. She knows Harry wouldn’t be upset, though she can’t help but feel anxious over the possibility of him not being ready, or even worse: what if he only wanted one?

She knows he loves Teddy, and she knows he loves children, but were they ready for it all over again? Especially now that things have been so good between them…

“Y/N?” Harry knocks on the door, and she jolts forward, as if someone’s pushed her into the sink.

It’s when she remembers the pregnancy test, and she grabs it, holds it up, and her eyes begin tearing up at the result.

Another knock, and the door is pushed open, revealing Harry.

“Are you okay? I was worried when you didn’t answer,” he murmurs, clearly sleepy.

When she doesn’t answer, the stick hidden in her palm, Harry takes a step towards her, and he places his hand on her cheek.

“Baby?”

“Harry,” she murmurs, tears running down her cheeks. “Harry.”

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt– did you fall? I didn’t hear anything–”

“Harry.”

“What? What’s happening?” He looks around, then searches her face. “You’re scaring me.”

“Harry,” she says, for the final time. She places the test on the counter, and watches Harry’s gaze fall where it lays on the grey marble.

“What is that– is that...”

“Yes.”

He looks up, eyes glimmering. “What– you’re– when? What’s it say…” he whispers, but he doesn’t reach for it– perhaps, he’s scared, too.

Oh God, she thinks, he hates me.

“I–”

“Oh my fucking God, Y/N,” she looks up from her socked-feet, and watches Harry analyse the stick.

His eyes are wet, lips wobbly like the time Theadora fell and grazed her knee, but despite all of that, his green eyes are so shiny– they glint under the mellow light of their bathroom.

“Baby,” he looks up, trying to find her wavering gaze. “Baby, look at me– did you look? Did you see?”

“Harry…”

“What? What is it?”

She lets out a sob, the anxiety and the after-taste of the fruit pastilles becoming too much. “I’m pregnant.”

Harry lets out a choked laugh. “Why– why are you crying, oh my God.”

Oh my God.

“Are you angry?”

“What? Fuck– come here,” he places the test on the counter, and grabs her cheeks. He presses kisses all over her face. “Are you– are you upset?”

“I don’t know– you–” she shakes with another sob, but laughs at the same time.

“Y/N,” he places his hands on her shoulders. “Are you upset? Did you– do you not want this?”

“I do– I do. Fuck– I don’t even know why I’m crying!”

“Ah,” Harry looks around. “I love you, I love you so much and I’m so, so happy about this. Baby, look at me– look,” he grabs her chin, and she looks up, meeting his gaze. “I’m so happy. You make me so fucking happy. And– whether you want this or not, it doesn’t change anything. I love you. I love our family.”

“Stop–” she pinches his hip. He screeches. “Stop saying shit like that!”

Harry laughs harder, and he hides his beautiful face into her neck. “Why,” he asks, another laughter bubbling in his chest. She likes the sound. “Why not– I’m so fucking happy, fuck…”

She looks up at him, hands wrapping around his waist. She holds him tight. “Are you?” She asks, voice small. “Are you, really? Do you– want this?”

“Fuck– of course, I do. Are you mad? Look at me,” fingers pressed to her chin, he makes her look up again, and their eyes meet. “I love you so much,” he whispers, lips touching with every syllable. I love you, love you, love love love you, he whispers.

She asks to go to bed, but Harry reaches for her hand, and intertwines their fingers. Just before they leave the ensuite, Harry falters, and grabs the pregnancy test, holding it tightly in his palm.

They sit on the bed, shoulders touching, and she leans into his warmth. “Can’t believe you’re holding that– like that,” she mumbles, voice muffled into his naked skin.

He turns to her, and lips touch her forehead. A kiss, then another one.

“Why– what’s wrong with that, that’s my child.”

“I peed on that thing, H.”

“Fuck,” he laughs, holding the stick up to inspect it. He lets out another laugh. “I don’t care.”

She shrugs, kissing his warm shoulder. “Plus,” she says, and grabs the stick, placing it on his bedside table. Harry watches intently, but his breath hitches when she grabs his big hand, and places it on her tummy. “Your child is in here, not in that bloody stick, you silly sausage…”

When she looks up to inspect his gaze, he’s got tears in his eyes. It’s as if he’s just hearing the fact that she’s carrying his child– his second child.

“This is crazy,” he whispers, though she thinks he’s thinking out loud more than anything. “You– they’re in here,” he rubs her belly, then looks up at her, eyes teary. “Wait, are you– do we need to take another one?”

She hums. “What?”

“Another pregnancy test? What if– what if that thing’s broken? I can’t– fuck, I want this so bad, I think I would be depressed if it turns out to be a scam.”

She lets out a laugh. “A scam? No– I don’t think– why would you say that now?”

“I’m sorry! Fuck, even if it’s not real–”

“–Oh my God, stop it, Harry.”

“I want this so much,” he whispers, and kisses the side of her neck. Another kiss, then he moves up to her chin. “I love you– I want this baby.”

“It’s like you’re the one pregnant and not me.”

He pouts. “You know what I mean.”

“Not really,” she whispers. “Can we get in,” she means the bed.

He nods.

They get in, but Harry can’t stop looking at the test on his bedside table. Just before she sighs and tries to cuddle into him, ready to start another conversation about the potential-pregnancy, Harry straightens up in bed, and grabs his phone off the charger.

She rolls her eyes. “What are you doing now?”

“Nothing,” he murmurs, though she hears the camera shutter going off.

She lets out a laugh. “Did you just take a photo of it?”

“Mhm.”

She smiles, and gets comfortable in bed. “Come here, you silly man,” she whispers, hand reaching to touch his naked hip. He moves easily into her hold, and lets her hold him close to her chest.

They look funny, she knows, Harry’s big body folded so he fits into her smaller hold. 

They kiss lazily, the kiss getting heated when she travels her hand down his toned chest, until it reaches his joggers. He’s hard– and bare underneath his joggers, so when he lets out a whine, she squeezes him harder over the material of his joggers.

He moans her name, eyes shut, but she reaches and presses an open-mouth kiss on his stubble-covered chin. She sucks the skin, and grabs the band of his joggers, pulling them down just enough so that his hard, leaking cock is out. The tip is a beautiful shade of pink, precum glistening the smooth, shiny skin of his tip. 

“Fuuuuuck.”

“I want you to come on my face,” she whispers, thumb swiping against the tip. She squeezes, and he groans, both at the request, and the way she’s squeezing his needy-tip.

“Suck me, then,” he says, teeth gritted. “Come on, baby, give me something.”

She moves her head down, and kisses the tip, licking the wetness before opening her mouth wider. She finally takes him into her mouth, his cock feeling hard and heavy– and so warm inside her mouth, and it makes Harry whine, hips bucking up when she licks the underside of his cock. Humming around his thickness, Harry grabs her by the back of her head, and supports her movement, helping her take more of him– just like she knows he likes.

“You’re so fuckin’ good,” Harry murmurs. “Taking me so good.”

She bobs her head up and down, the velvety walls of her mouth feeling snug, and so warm around his cock. She sucks him in her mouth, can feel him watching her every move as she places her other hand on his balls, squeezing them gently which earns her a throaty moan from Harry. She looks up, finding his gleaming eyes. 

It’s a silent conversation they have between them, and he knows. 

He does, because he begins moving his hips, fucking into her mouth ever-so-gently as his other hand, the one that’s not wrapped around her hair, travels down to her chest. He squeezes her boob over her t-shirt, then moves it under her chin, wanting to feel her warm skin against his palm rather than the feel of cotton. 

He squeezes hard, her nipple hardening under his touch, and she hums around him, which leads him to buck his hips in a more practiced manner, fucking her mouth harder than he was.

“I’m gonna cum,” he mutters, words tasting familiar, and she squeezes his balls once more, fondling them, playing with them before she goes deeper, feeling the tip touching the back of her warm throat. 

She sucks him harder and more determined than she was before, and when he tweaks the pebbled nipple between his thumb and index, she takes him out of her mouth, knowing he’s close.

Harry watches her like a hawk, “Want me to cum on your gorgeous face– make a mess?”

Her hand continues her slow strokes, and she nods, squeezing the tip exceptionally hard. 

“Fuck,” Harry chokes out, and he comes.

He holds himself at the base, their hands touching as white, sticky stripes coat her face–cheeks, lips, and chin–and she grins at his aim, tongue already peaking out to get a taste.

“Fuck me–”

She hums at the taste. “Love your cum.”

“Jesus– did you just suck me dry after peeing on a stick,” Harry laughs, chest rising up and down, trying to calm down after his high.

She laughs, and gets on her knees, walking backwards on the bed. 

“I guess,” she gets on her feet, and walks into the ensuite. 

She washes her face, and grabs two face cloths that she uses to take her makeup off. She wets them, and walks back into their bedroom, spotting him laid against the pillows, cock still out, soft against his thigh.

She laughs, and gets on the bed, Harry’s eyes finding hers. “You’re disgusting,” she says, wiping him in between hisses from him.

“Mmh, I love you, too.”

Y/N lets out another sigh, and kisses the top of his head. He looks up, eyes still shiny.

They find their old position in bed, Harry against her chest as they snuggle. Y/N lets out a content sigh, and kisses the top of his head. He looks up, eyes shiny.

“I’ll call Jane tomorrow,” he says, quietly, like he doesn’t want to disturb the stillness of the room. “To make an appointment.”

“Okay.”

“Are you– you’re happy, right?” He rubs the skin under her boobs from under her t-shirt.

“I… am. I’m a bit– you know, nervous,” she smiles, eyes closing, almost falling victim to sleep.

She feels him nod, his soft hair tickling the side of her neck. He hums then, “That’s normal, yeah? No matter what happens, you know you’ve me, right? And Teddy.”

“Yeah,” she murmurs. “I do. You, me, and Teddy.”

A silence falls over their tired bodies.

Harry breaks it. But not before travelling his right hand down to her tummy, stroking the warm skin there before he presses his face into her chest harder. She smiles, eyes still shut.

.・゜

Harry wakes up before her, and he smiles sleepily, nuzzling into the crook of her sleep-warm neck much like Thea would do. He hugs her body closer, and wonders what time it is– and if Thea is about to wake up. It can’t be that late, he thinks, judging by the light outside.

He’s sweaty– they both are, but Harry doesn’t care, and snuggles into her body more as if it’s possible, given their position.

He watches her sleep, eyebrows and jaw relaxed, her chest rising and falling peacefully. He attaches his lips to her clothed-chest, and kisses where her breast is. Totally innocent, and he knows she’s waking up– her breathing changes.

He smiles when he notices she’s refusing to open her eyes. A smile is threatening to appear on her beautiful face, though Harry doesn’t stop the way his hand is travelling down, until it reaches the bottom of her t-shirt. He lifts it up, revealing her naked stomach, and he moves his own body downwards, lips puckering to place a kiss where her belly button is.

“Psst,” he whispers into the skin of her stomach, and he smiles when he notices her muscles tighten– clearly trying not to move. “Anyone in there?”

In the dead silence of their bedroom, Harry strokes her skin, and taps his index finger just above her belly button. “Are you in there?”

“Harry…”

“Shh.”

She matches his tone. “What are you doing?” She whispers, hand resting on top of his head, messing with his already messy, sleep-tousled curls.

“Just, morning chat,” he bites his bottom lip, and presses his ear to her stomach.

He waits, and waits, until his eyes widen at the gurgling noise coming from inside.

He looks up, their eyes meeting.

“Don’t be stupid,” she cuts him off, when she notices him opening his mouth to get a word in. “I’m hungry, and probably need to poo.”

He laughs into her tummy, and kisses the beauty mark there. “You’re a disgusting woman.”

“Yeah,” she smiles, stretching.

“So,” he straightens up, and kisses her cheek. Then her nose, then her lips. “Morning.”

“Mmh,” another kiss. “Good morning.”

“Coffee and yoga before Teddy wakes up?” He asks, gaze hopeful.

“Ugh.”

He smiles, and opens his arms so she can snuggle into his body, clearly not wanting to get up yet.

“I’ll make you chocolate chip pancakes…”

She looks up. “And vanilla ice-cream?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

They kiss lazily as the coffee brews, both dressed in a soft jogger set, and she bites his bottom lip just before turning her attention back to their coffee. They drink, do some stretching and Harry guides her through some yoga moves, and they move to their spacious sofa. She places herself in front of him, leaning against his chest as they sip from their second cups.

It’s not long before Thea wakes up, and they prepare breakfast together, Harry cutting up fruit while she boils the egg. She makes a quick pancake batter mixed with veg for Thea, and Harry prepares their own breakfast, humming to an Eagles song coming from the speakers.

They eat, Harry records Thea while the five-year-old acts like she’s on MasterChef, and then, Y/N places their dishes into the dishwasher as Harry cleans their mess off the kitchen table.

“Jane messaged back,” Harry comes behind her, and snuggles into her, placing a kiss on the back of her neck.

Hours later, they’re inside the private clinic in East London, and Harry intertwines their fingers while they wait for Jane to see something.

They don’t understand what’s going on, and with every shape appearing on the screen, Harry holds his breath. He thinks this is it, this is our baby, and it makes Jane laugh, seeing the focused look on his face.

“You took the test yesterday?” Jane wants to confirm, as she clicks something on the keyboard.

Y/N hums. Harry squeezes her fingers.

“Well,” Jane presses one last key, and they both look up at her. “Congratulations,” she smiles, placing her hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “You’re five-weeks pregnant.”

Her bottom lip starts trembling, and she feels a sharp pain– clearly Harry squeezing the hell out of her fingers. She looks up, tears in her eyes, and it’s funny how they give each other the same look.

The same look they shared five years ago.

Jane leaves, and Harry sits next to her legs, hand never leaving hers.

“Baby,” he whispers, lips already puckered as he chases hers.

They kiss lazily, her hands around his neck, touching the hairs there before she pulls away, and Harry presses his forehead against hers.

“What’s wrong?” He says, voice laced with worry. He notices the look in her eyes. He knows it too well. “What’s wrong, baby– hey.”

“Harry…”

“What is it?”

“Please don’t leave us,” she whispers, shame and heartache clear in her voice. It’s timid, her touch on his chest, and Harry surges forward. He kisses her– hard.

“Never,” he whispers. “I’m never leaving, you hear me– look at me, Y/N,” he says, and she looks up, looks into his teary eyes. “I’m not leaving. I’m not. Never.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” He nods, kissing her cheek before his hand drops to her sticky and cold stomach. He strokes the skin, and leans in to press a kiss where he thinks their baby is. “I love you– I love you so much, and I love Teddy so much,” he pauses, and looks up at her. Hand still on her stomach, he whispers, “And I love them.”

They pick Thea up from school, and she talks about her day, the drawing she made in Music because Mr Anderson is gone, I think he’s dead.

“I’m sure– I’m sure he’s not, sweetheart,” Harry says, voice trembling a little as he eyes Y/N. He mouths a what the fuck, and they hold their laughter while Thea goes on and on about her day.

They come home, Harry bathes Thea–more like they stay in the tub for a long time because they’re both kids who love to play with bubbles–and Y/N calls them downstairs when the food’s ready. It’s a simple pasta dish, because she knows Thea loves it.

“Did you give your book back to Mrs Bea, Teddy?”

Thea looks up at Y/N and nods. “Yes. She gave me another one. It’s about a zog. It’s really not fun.”

Harry chuckles, closing his mouth when he almost chokes. “Why, Teddy?”

“I don’t care about zogs, daddy. And,” she reaches for more warm bread. “This book is super easy. I can read it in two seconds. I can read harder books.”

“Two seconds, really?” Y/N asks, reaching to ruffle her damp curls.

“Mhm. Zion timed me. Two seconds. Maybe a bit more.”

“Okay, bunny.”

“I’m also thinking of sleeping in your bedroom, mummy. You and daddy and me,” she nods, clearly to herself, and Y/N shares a look with Harry.

Harry beats her to it, though. “Okay… why? Is everything okay in your room?” He asks, putting more pasta in his mouth.

Thea shrugs, turning her fork in the bowl. “Yes. I just feel lonely,” she looks at Y/N. “Mummy, you have daddy. Daddy you have mummy. And me,” she notes, tone higher. “I have no one to cuddle at night.”

“Oh,” Y/N chuckles.

“You can sleep with us tonight, Teddy,” Harry agrees, his hand finds Y/N’s thigh under the table. He squeezes gently.

When they’re settled in bed, the three of them, Harry reads her a few pages of Five Minutes’ Peace, and they snuggle under the duvet.

Harry turns to Y/N, looking at her over Theadora’s head of curls. They have a silent conversation before Harry clears his throat. He closes the book, and places it on his bedside table.

She gets it.

“Teddy,” she whispers, stroking her cheek.

She looks up.

“Your dad and I want to tell you something,” she says, watching the child nod.

Harry turns to his side, and kisses her forehead, waiting for Y/N to continue.

“What do you think about having a little brother or sister?” She asks, and Harry knows she’s nervous.

He is, as well.

Theadora hums.

“Now?” She asks, folding her arms over the duvet. She looks cute, lips pursed in thought.

She doesn’t sound upset, or angry.

Harry smiles at the question.

Y/N looks up at him, though he lets her do this on her own.

“Yeah– would you want that?”

“I think so… when is she coming here?” Theadora asks, eyes on Y/N.

“Um, nine months,” she says, smiling at the way she’s referring to the baby as ‘she’.

“Wow,” Theadora whispers, the time-frame sounding like an eternity. “Is she in your belly, now?”

She clears her throat, not expecting the question, nor the look she’s giving her. She’s looking down at her stomach, and Harry’s hand finds Theadora’s curls, stroking the side of her face.

“Yeah,” Y/N whispers. She nods.

“Wow.”

Harry can’t wait any longer. “How does that make you feel, Teddy?”

“I guess,” she says, biting her pinky into her mouth. Y/N watches with her lip trapped between her teeth. “I guess I want her to be here now. Maybe this week. I can’t wait that long,” she huffs, making them both laugh.

Y/N looks up with tears in her eyes, meeting Harry’s gaze.

“They need to stay inside mummy’s tummy so that they’re healthy when they’re born, T!” Harry laughs, kissing her cheek.

“They? Are there two?”

Y/N smiles. “One, but we don’t know if it’s a girl, or a boy.”

“I want a girl.”

“You want a sister?” Harry blows a raspberry into her neck, earning a shrill scream from her.

“Oh my Gosh,” the small child exclaims. “If baby is a girl, I can give her my dresses. And,” she gets one leg out of the duvet, clearly feeling hot. She turns to Harry, hands finding both his cheeks as she squeezes his face. “I can teach her your songs.”

Harry smiles, tears welling up in his eyes. “Of course.”

Y/N laughs, having always loved seeing Harry and Teddy interact.

“Maybe she can come to your concerts and watch you with me,” Thea thinks out loud, hands now playing with Harry’s cross necklace.

“Well,” Y/N chuckles. “She’s going to come wherever we go, Teddy,” she smiles, stroking her back. She presses a kiss on her neck.

Thea turns to her, and snuggles into her body, hand still around Harry’s necklace. “Everywhere?”

“Yeah. She’s going to be your little sister. Like best friends.”

“Okay… she’s coming to Nana’s, too? And Grammy’s?”

“Yes, Teddy.”

“Okay, well, I need to talk to Nana and Grammy,” Thea murmurs, sleep clearly taking over.

“Oh?” Harry smiles, kissing her nose. He fixes the duvet around her, and watches Y/N press her own ‘goodnight’ kiss to her chubby cheek.

It’s silent after that, and they both watch Theadora sleep, before Harry’s hand finds Y/N’s tummy under the duvet.

He rubs her tummy for a while before she places her hand over his, and they share a look.

“I guess she’s happy?” She whispers.

“I think? Though,” Harry gets comfortable, now laying on his back. “The last comment had me worried,” he laughs quietly.

“Which one?”

“How she wanted to ask my mum and your step-mum about the baby.”

She lets out a gasp. “I need to call them first thing in the morning,” she whispers, turning to her side. She strokes Thea’s arm, and finds Harry’s loving gaze. “She’s such a gossip, she’d tell them before we did.”

“I love you,” Harry smiles.

“I love you, too.”

“Thank you,” he closes his eyes.

She lets out a snort. “Stop thanking me for silly things,” she pinches his hand, and he smiles harder, eyes still shut. “I love you so much, you’re such a great dad.”

He opens his eyes at that. “Am I?”

It’s a constant worry for him, she knows.

“You are,” she says, hand cupping his cheek as he leans into the touch.

They stay like that for a while, and the last thing she remembers before falling asleep is Harry’s warm hand finding her tummy once again.

[certifiedfreec]

i can’t stop thinking about neighbor!graves… pt. 2 🤔

thank goodness for the nextdoor app! (pt. 1)

saw this pic on pinterest and thought…yeah…that’s our man <3

🏡 you and your cuddly cat theo are finally settled into your new house! it was a much-needed change to the mundane routine, and the place is adorable. you ultimately picked this one because of its large windows- perfect for theo to sit in the sun and watch what was happening outside. it also has hardwood floor- no more cat clawing at the carpet. hooray! you thought that your sweet kitty was handling the move well, but you notice that he’s hiding under furniture more often. all the articles online said it could take time for cats to adjust to a new place, so you chalk it up to that.

🏡 one afternoon you drag your first big grocery store haul into the house, calling out for your precious theo as you close the door, but he doesn’t show. hm. he normally scampers right up to you when you’re home. you reason that he’s still hiding somewhere, so you go ahead and get started on dinner. after still no sign of him hours later that night, you resolve to checking every corner of the house, and he’s nowhere to be found!! a panic rushes through as you hurry to turn on all your house lights out front and scope your yard real quick, unable to find him in any shrubs or plants. fully planning on walking the entirety of your neighborhood and knocking on every door to make a search party, you suddenly have an idea: maybe there’s a neighborhood app i can post his picture on.

🏡 you immediately do just that, finding the nextdoor app and punching in your information. you post a picture of theo- your favorite one where he’s cuddling with his beloved bird toy- and write a brief caption saying you’re new to the area and that you’d be more than happy to give cash to whoever finds him. within minutes, you’re receiving all kinds of good luck messages and “nope, haven’t seen him”s, and they all make your stomach swirl. damn cat. he’s probably living it up while you’re sitting there terrified for his wellbeing. as you’re waiting beside your phone and watching all the messages roll in, you’re fully prepared to stay up all night and start driving the streets, until a few minutes later a new private message bubbles up onto the screen.

🏡 it’s a picture of a man, pretty fit-looking from the few features you can see, and he’s holding a cat that scarily resembles theo. do you dare feel relieved? you read the comment underneath the photo. “is this him? little guy followed me home on my jog. let me know!” you’re about to cry tears of joy as you zoom in on the picture, pinpointing the unique stripes around theo’s eyes. that was in fact your little guy. you answer in a blur, “yes, that’s him! thank you so much! can i come get him?” the man, whose nextdoor display name is “phillip g.,” answers you in seconds. “i’ll bring him over. what’s your house number?” you send it to him, and he tells you he’s actually a handful of houses down from you. you allow yourself to feel relieved as you wait those dastardly two minutes, nearly jumping when you hear a firm knock at your door.

🏡 you open the door, and you find theo cuddled up to what can only be described as pure handsomeness. look what the cat dragged in- literally. “phillip g.” has dirty blond hair and tan skin, with pale blue eyes and a rugged scar that rests on his sharp cheekbone. he’s got a perfect straight nose and the slightest blond stubble, and he’s wearing a pair of black sweats and a dark grey tee that cling temptingly to him. “there you are,” you finally say, not entirely sure if you’re directing it toward him or your cat (where has this beauty been all your life??). part of you honestly can’t blame theo for following this guy- yeah, he was definitely living it up while you were panicking.

🏡 “hey there,” he replies to you with the most delicious twinge of southern drawl, and you quickly step aside to give him room to come in- he’s pleasantly surprised that you’re even better-looking in person ;) “let’s get ya inside, bud.” phillip steps into your home, prompting theo to hop off and trot over to his food bowl like nothing happened, as if you weren’t just about to go DEFCON 1 for him. it makes you both snicker, and then you thank the gorgeous stranger profusely before trying to offer him some money. he only shoos it away with a “no problem, he’s a great lil’ man,” and he explains to you that theo started following him back to his house during his jog that afternoon. when he got home, he immediately climbed onto his lap. the traitor!! you’re in disbelief; he’s never cared for other people that deeply. you wonder if theo knows something you don’t- perhaps he’s a feline matchmaker? 🙏

🏡 while you two chat about the neighborhood, theo struts back over to the entry area where you are and brushes up against phillip, almost like he wants to make you look like the worst owner ever. “i promise he likes me,” you laugh, and phillip flashes you an unforgettable grin. “i guess i’ll take your word for it,” he teases, and then he adds sincerely, “i’m actually gonna miss him, y’know, he was my little amigo today.” he kneels down to scratch behind theo’s ears and god does his back look good in that shirt, and you don’t even think as you blurt out “well, feel free to visit him whenever you want.” he stands back up to his full height, smiling again. you barely miss the once-over he gives you. “i just might take ya up on that.”

🏡 you’re surprised to see that he actually does! phillip makes a point of stopping by during his jogs sometimes to check on theo (and you, obviously <3), and man oh man does he look fantastic all out of breath in his workout gear :’) he also fills you in on the drama at all the other houses- a wealth of knowledge, this guy is! turns out those jogs are a great way to collect information- he’s very strategic, it seems. theo acts like jesus christ himself has arrived at your doorstep every time he’s over, of course, bounding into his arms and purring uncontrollably. you feel ridiculous when you get a pang of jealousy toward your cat- if only you knew all the ways phillip wanted to handle you :))

🏡 it all feels so nice and neighborly with the way phillip’s checking up on you both, that southern charm working its way into all your thoughts late at night. he hits you with the occasional “sweetheart,” or “darlin’,” and it never fails to make your heart (and something else) pound. you end up exchanging numbers the next time he jogs by, and he uses it at the perfect opportunity to see if you wanna tag along on his next trip around the neighborhood. he totally doesn’t just want to see you in some tight leggings… you tell him you’re not the greatest runner, so he insists on walking instead :’) he’s such a sweetheart!

🏡 like clockwork he’s at your door a few evenings later, and you’ve changed into some comfy clothes that he immediately wants to tear off of you. theo’s incessantly demanding his phillip cuddles, snuggling into his toned arms with no intention of moving. that stunning neighbor of yours looks at you with a mischievous grin. “say, why don’t we bring ‘im along?”

🏡 it’s equal parts endearing and ridiculous, the sight of you and phillip taking turns holding the most spoiled cat in the world during your walk <3 part of you likes to think theo has decided your fate- and you’re not opposed to it at all. it’s a nice evening, and phillip ends up telling you while you’re gossiping about the other neighbors that his career in the military has always prevented him from having a pet of his own. he doesn’t reveal much about it, just that it demands long periods of time from him, and seeing theo has actually done lots for his war-hardened spirit. poor baby, there’s so many other ways you could help him relieve some of that stress :((

🏡 there’s something you say that must kinda insinuate that, because suddenly you’re rerouting to his house so he can get you both some water. might as well stay for dinner too, he’s quick to add ;) he’s just got such a big crush on you that he can hardly stand it! theo already knows the lay of the land when you go inside, and he proceeds to dart off somewhere in the spacious home while you admire phillip’s minimally rustic décor. no wonder theo escaped here, you think. phillip gets your glass ready, but before he hands it to you he puts down a fresh bowl of water specially for your precious boy next to the temporary litter box and food he must’ve picked up for him when he escaped that day :’) yeah, that’s a man right there- look how good he cares for your baby! he could take care of you like that too!! <33

🏡 neither of you really care about the water at this point, and phillip decides that this is the perfect time to show your own kitty some lovin’ ;)) there’s not much buildup needed for you to end up completely spread open on his soft bed, workout clothing shed immediately before his skillful fingers are pumping and curling in your soaking pussy, hitting that sweet spot scarily fast. you always thought he was a sweetie, but you learn that he’s got an ego on him, wanting to hear you beg to cum all over his hand :/ you’ll do anything he asks though, and you’re soon rewarded with that sweet, hot release that coats his digits :’) he makes you clean one of his fingers while he licks your slick off the other- you guys just make a great team <3

🏡 you thought his fingers stretched you? his thick cock practically splits you apart, and he’s cooing at you “doin’ so good for me, darlin,” “knew ya could take it, sweetheart,” “that’s it, baby,” as he watches you bounce along his entire length. your flushed face, your little moans, it’s the prettiest show he’s ever seen! :’)) he’s stopped making you beg to orgasm at this point since the tight circles he’s rubbing on your clit are producing so many, but he is making you tell him who’s getting you to feel this good. “tell me, darlin,’ use your words. who’s makin’ you cum so much, huh?”

🏡 it’s incredible- phillip fucks as good as he looks! he must have more stamina from all that jogging. he puts you on all fours, arching your back with his hand as he feverishly rocks his hips into yours. he loves to watch you suck all of him in-you’ve never felt this full! not much longer after he starts pounding into your tight cunt from this angle, he’s groaning your name along with a strained “fuuuuuck,” and you feel his warm release coat your insides. he’s so glad he got that second workout in!

🏡 you both hop into his unbelievably nice shower to clean up, and pretty soon you’re drifting off to sleep in his bed, whole body sore from getting taken care of so thoroughly :’) phillip holds you the whole night, but when you wake up the next morning he’s got theo in his arms, who is happily purring away. you realize that the little fucker is responsible for all of this, and maybe he’s just as strategic as his neighbor-slash-future-parent. phillip is ridiculously smug when he chuckles at you, scratching behind your sweet boy’s ears. “i hate to tell ya, darlin’, but i think theo likes me more.”

[headfarintheclouds]

This has been something that's been rattling around in my head a while and I haven't seen anyone do this yet, so got any HCs for Kenji dating a Vtuber reader?

Well to be honest, when I read that ask I wasn't too sure what to write BUT I did find a few ideas :D I don't really understand the Vtuber concept but I do enjoy people my Cyno and Monarch :) Hope you'll like it and THANK YOU for the request <3 AN: I kind of wrote it more for a streamer than for a VTuber at the end ? I'm so sorry !

He didn't know you were a streamer until you told him. Remember when I said he was protective ? Yeah, when you mentioned you streamed with a camera he wasn't too happy about it. Sure you were your own person, but even he knew Internet was full of creeps and people of all kind honestly. It calmed him down when you told him about your Avatar and explained that nobody really knew how you looked like.

Kenji doesn't really care about games and streamers, but he cares about you ! So when you two decided to move in together, he renovated one of the rooms into your personal office. Taking you to IKEA to pick up furniture turned out to be the worst decision of his life, you spend hours choosing desks and chairs and other cute clutter to fill out the space to your liking. He wouldn't take no for an answer when he told you he'll pay for the stuff, even through you made enough money to afford it. "It makes you happy, right ? Let me make my princess happy." he said and kissed your forehead right then and there.

Whenever you streamed, and he had the time to do so, he would sit in the corner of your newly decorated office and watch you play. Nursing a cup of coffee or tea, depending on the time of day, he would chuckle whenever you lost a game or get scared by a monster in one of the horrors your audience begged you to play.

Speaking of Horror games ! Kenji is a little shit and we all know it, so you can imagine what would happen when you played scary games. Yep, he would scare the absolute shit out of you. One night you finally agreed to playing Phasmophobia with some of your online friends and well...

Your eyes focused on the screen, watching one of your friends place the crucifix on the floor. You were still fairly new to the game but you did know that it would stop the ghost from hunting, at least until it burned. "So what now ?" you asked, your Vtuber following your motions to a T. "Now we need last evidence." one of your co-players responded, his character crouching to pick up the walkie-talkie from the ground. At that moment something fell down from the in game table and it made you absolutely scream. "NOPE I AM OUT OF HERE !" you turned your character and walked towards the door, but it slammed in your face. The ghost started to hunt and from the looks of it it was after you ! "SUCK A CARROT, SUCK A CARROT !" you yelped, trying to run away. You could hear your friends absolutely lose it in the background, as the ghost finally caught up to you. A hand was suddenly placed on your shoulder, and you jump out from your chair so fast Ken didn't even had the time to react. Let's just say your audience started was confused about the sudden bang, and a groan of pain.... and your endless apologies. Nobody could see but you just smacked your wireless keyboard on top of his head from the fright... (BTW ! That Suck a carrot moment actually happened. My friend yelled that dying to a ghost and I thought I might share it with ya'll XD)

Yeah from that point onwards he didn't try to scare you anymore. You felt awful about the incident but some sick party of you was glad you did it, serves him right for scaring you like that. He sported a black eye for weeks after the incident, making tabloids go wild.

Emi absolutely adores your streams. Whenever you play games like Sims or Stardew valley Mina would let her watch it knowing it was friendly enough not to startle her. She was confused as to why the strange character on the screen was speaking with your voice but she still enjoyed the content.

Speaking of our baby girl ! At one point you changed your Avatar and added some stuff representing Emi. Like a Fin-like-Hairclip and a necklace with a K and E on it. Your fans asked questions but you just said you needed a change. Ken was very pleased about the necklace though !

Like any other Streamer you have your own merch, and Ken owns EVERY.SINGLE.PIECE. Limited edition ? He has double of every thing. He absolutely loved the fact you enjoyed your hobby/job so much !

He would totally share a link to your stream on his social. Imagine your surprise when you woke up one day with over 100k followers. Which was strange considering you were chilling at 2k just a few hours before that.

All in all. He would not understand much about your job, but he will support you no matter what. Even if he gets a black eye in the end XD

I'm sorry if it's bad !

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hi! So, I saw that your requests are closed so feel free to like ignore this for now and get to it later (or ignore it completely, of course) but I was just diagnosed with Hortons syndrome/ cluster headaches (also nicknamed “suicide headache” due to how painful it is) and sorry if I’m rambling but I’m feeling more than a bit sorry for myself and self pitying rn, so I just wanted to request your thoughts on how Tan (and possibly Pietro as well) would be in a situation like that, with processing the diagnosis and helping you through the headaches and all that stuff 🥺 just like being really comforting and supportive. And also with treatments bc those include giving yourself injections and I’m really bad with needles

hii angel!! don’t apologise for rambling, that sounds awful and im so sorry you’re going through that!! really do hope this can be of some comfort to you, sending my love and hope you’re doing well 💌

TANGERINE MEDICAL COMFORT.

I feel like he'd be very attentive throughout the whole thing — especially at the beginning when you're going to appointments and getting tests run. he knows how nerve-racking and scary it is, so he'd be sure to make you feel supported. he doesn't want you to think you're going through this alone

he does that thing where he holds one of your hands with both of his and holds it to his chin. he'd kiss the back of yours, kinda soothing and distracting you while you wait for your name to be called. or if your leg is jittering, he always places a hand over your knee, steadying you. also he plays with your fingers as another way to distract you while you're in the waiting room. I don't think he's one to talk a whole lot, and he's not sure what to say (he doesn't want to say the wrong thing) so he'd rely on touch to convey his feelings

when your name gets called he stands up as well. he wants to be there so assumes he can come in too, you'd really want him there, so you also assume he'd follow. when the doctor/ whoever is explaining, tan would listen for you in case things weren't setting in. he'd hold your hand, squeeze it, play with it, anything to comfort you while you're getting your diagnosis

maybe he's happy that it has a name and that you now have something to label the pain you've been feeling (medical validation really is validating) while he's also sad for you bc a diagnosis is also a super heavy, weighing feeling. the night you get your diagnosis he's online ordering a bunch of shit for you — a huge selection of cooling and heating creams, high thread count washcloths (also different fabrics to see what you prefer) thick blackout curtains, a new water cooling system to install somewhere discreetly (maybe to have in your room, but it's disguised as furniture) he'd be a little bit extra when ordering and buying everything

he knows you don't like needles so he doesn't want you to give your treatments to yourself (not if he can help anyway) so you'd be in the bathroom, and you'd be sat on the toilet seat lid, rambling to distract yourself as tan cleans his hands and preps the stuff. he says things like "don't look at it, look at me. see, there you go, it's easy. it's nothing. hey, why don't you tell me about that show you're watching, hm? it any good?" and "reckon you'll be good enough to do something later? can watch a film and get a takeaway? sound good?" and "there we go, almost done. right champ you are,"

he's so precious😻

[paranormeow7]

References on my animal crossing island!!

lately I’ve gotten super into animal crossing again after not playing it for a while, and while my island still looks like shit, I’m peppering some fun stuff around to make it better!! All custom textures made by me btw, I don’t have nintendo online :[

Island entrance: lsd dream emulator textures, yume nikki sweater, bps logo, ps1 logo!! don’t mind how it’s uneven, a lot of things are like that

alternate report sign/nexus door!! made using simple panels!!

fnaf at Freddy’s ft very WIP arcade…

tha petscop zone. you can pretend the cosmos are daises and that the windmill looks accurate. missed toy day season so im mad I don’t have any good gift themed items to place…

The True Savior…

Aika Village!! Worked better in new leaf but still has a place in my heart!!

WIP walten files area in honor of the new episodes coming out…

Animal Carnival set reminded me of Happy Town so I added some textures from that!!

And the Flesh Maze wall with a silly secret dance floor behind it!!

I’m not good at fancy landscaping or coherent furniture placement, but I’m not normal about a lot of stuff. So take this- hope y’all liked it!! if u have any advice feel free to share..

[britt-kageryuu]

River is doing a solo stream, she's playing Animal Crossing New Horizons, and trying to customize the terrain, and place items. She'd recently achieved 3 Stars, and unlocked all the terrain customization options. She's setting up a library area that's probably bigger than it needs to be, but still looks nice.

She has K.K. Robot Synth playing from a few stereos placed around her island.

"Oh! Yeah, this reminds me of something!" She exclaimed as she moves a couple book stacks, "Auntie April came to visit! She's in college for journalism, and is pretty busy with the job she's doing for reference if she ever needs it. I heard some places are weird about having experience before you can start, which doesn't always make sense for some jobs."

She goes to craft and customize a couple items, she notices alot of questions about April coming in.

"Oh, Auntie April isn't related to the guys, she's been friends with them for like a decade or so. Basically she's unofficially adopted, and her parents have basically adopted us as well." River has her villager do a Joy reaction.

"Okay, I kinda got off track. The reason this reminded me of April visiting, was because she was telling me about this bookstore, or was it a library?, anyway she found it near her school. It was called 'The Banned Book Resting Place', it's a place were you can find all of these books that were banned from schools, libraries, and maybe some stores, and it has these labels that tell you why they were banned, when they were banned and in some cases who got it banned!" Her eyes are sparkling as she says this, very happy to be talking about this, her tail is wagging fast. "Not that banning books is a good thing, I just find the idea of this place amazing, plus they have a history section of when and why book banning started."

She takes a pause to move some furniture to see if it's to close to the cliff. Then continues with the info dump.

"Though there are some books in glass cases labeled 'Banned for a Good Reason' that were banned because they were mostly manifestos that were ment to manipulate the Reader. I won't go into to much detail, but those are just displays for educational purposes." She's swaying as she explains this. "I wish I could go there, but April says I might be taken by the tech club to try figuring out how my AI works. So no visit to the Banned Book place for me." She imitates a sighing motion, "Maybe one day I'll get to visit this place."

She turns to read chat. And seems to freeze up a bit.

"WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME IF MY AUNT IS HOT OR SINGLE!?!?!?" She tells as loud as she can. " SHE'S MY AUNT!! PLUS I THINK SHE'S DATING SOMEONE!!!!" River continues to yell because her volume got stuck out of shock. "DAD! I WANT TO TAKE A BREAK! AND I CAN'T LOWER MY VOICE PLEASE HELP!!!!!"

The stream is switched to the technical difficulties image, but Shelldon comes out to use the chat box as target practice to get back at those who freaked out his sister.

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Masterpost

The place mentioned is a fictional location I made up based on the idea of this place that sold books that were banned from schools and libraries.

I did try to search for a banned book store, and only found a small online business, and a book called The Banned Bookshop of Maggie Banks that looks interesting.

[punchdrunkdoc]

Part 2, Chapter 2

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness?

Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 3 parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action/violence and angst - all the good stuff!

Also available on AO3 and Wattpad

Masterlist

Reference pics

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PART 2

Chapter 2

“Do you want to stick with leather or try something different?”

Matt looked up from the pile of documents he was reading through. He and Calina had spent the morning cleaning up the mess they'd made of his apartment. Then they'd eaten lunch, ordering subs from the sandwich place on the corner. Now he was getting some work done at the dining table. He'd felt awkward about leaving her to her own devices when she was a guest in his home, but she'd insisted he go about his normal routine.

“If I wasn't here, would you be working?” she’d asked.

He'd relented with a sigh. “Today? Yeah I would be. I need to prepare for a big meeting next week.”

“Then work. I can amuse myself.”

She’d made herself at home in one of the armchairs, her injured leg outstretched and propped up on the coffee table with an icepack on her knee. She’d opened up her laptop and the only sound in the apartment for the next couple of hours was the gentle tapping of her fingers on the keyboard and the soft scratch of the touchpad. He'd thought it would feel too intrusive, having someone in his home. He was used to this being his quiet, safe refuge. A place where he could shut out some of the stimulation of the world, and just be himself.

But Calina’s presence wasn’t intrusive. ‘Serene’ was the description he once used when he spotted her on the rooftop from afar. And it still fit. There was something so tranquil about her. Most people fidgeted at rest. They played with their jewellery or picked at their nails, or twirled their hair. Tiny, subtle movements that, to Matt, added up to a dull cacophony of distracting sound and movement.

Calina did none of that - likely because of the brutal training she went through. Which made him feel guilty for appreciating the quiet, soothing aura she projected.

He'd just turned the page of his latest document when she asked her strange question. “Do you want to stick with leather or try something different?”

“What?” he replied, baffled.

“For your new couch. Do you prefer leather? Or do you want to opt for something different. Suede might feel nice.”

Suede did feel nice. And he was touched that she was once again thinking in terms of his preferences - like the feel of the fabric over its colour or pattern - but was she...buying him a couch? “Calina you don’t have to do that. I can sort something out later."

"No, let me do this,” she protested. “Please. I feel awful about wrecking your couch. Let me pay for a new one."

"Calina-"

"Matt," she replied, in the same tone. He was really starting to like the sound of his name on her lips. "I won't take no for an answer. Now where are we on the suede? I know you have a fondness for silk, but that might be a bit much on furniture."

He smiled, and gave in. “Suede sounds good.”

She returned his smile. “Good. Any other preferences, or are you happy to let me choose? I promise to stay clear of the hot pinks and florals.”

“You can choose.”

Her smile widened. “That is the correct answer - I am a genius at online shopping.”

He leaned back in his chair, grateful for the chance to take a break from the boring depositions he was reading through. And grateful that he was now free to indulge his curiosity when it came to Calina - even about mundane topics like shopping.

"You don't like going shopping in person?"

“Sometimes. But the assistants are always too pushy. I like to take my time. And I like-” She stopped talking and bit her lip, as if embarrassed.

“What? What do you like?”

“It sounds silly. But I like…getting deliveries. I like getting mail.”

I never got any before.

He heard the unspoken words as clearly as if she’d said them. And it was yet another comment that proved just how new to this world she was. How naive and inexperienced she was, despite her obvious intelligence and her skills as a fighter.

“It doesn’t sound silly,” he replied softly.

She smiled again, and went back to her shopping.

———

The rest of the afternoon passed in comfortable silence.

He continued trawling through the depositions for his meeting next week, and Calina switched from online shopping to reading a book. The soundtrack in the apartment transitioned from the soft tapping of the keyboard to the gentle rustle of paper as she turned the pages.

It was equally as soothing.

When he’d finally had enough of work, he slumped down and stretched out his legs. He rested his head against the back of the chair and closed his eyes.

The bridge of his nose throbbed. In fact, most of his body ached. But he was reluctant to show it, because Calina kept apologising every time he let on that he was in pain.

He knew the guilt she was feeling - he felt the same way about the marks and wounds marring her body. Her thighs and her back were mottled with bruises from his fists and from when he'd thrown her to the ground. Her wrists were abraded from the restraints, and he could hear the edges of the damaged tissue rub against the sleeve of her cardigan. He could feel the heat rising from her injured joints, and he knew her head pained her from the lingering concussion.

He got up and shuffled into the kitchen, retrieving the bottle of painkillers from under the sink. He shook out a couple of pills and offered them to Calina. She looked up from her book, surprised. “What are these for?”

“Your head hurts.”

She accepted the medication with a wry smile. “How do you know that?”

He shrugged. “I just do.”

She swallowed the tablets and he did the same. Then he collapsed into the armchair next to hers, sighing in relief at the more comfortable seat.

She tossed her book onto the coffee table and twisted in her chair to face him. “Really, Matt. How do you know?”

He gestured to his sightless eyes. “You mean how does this works?”

“Yeah. I’ve been curious for ages.”

He sat up straighter. “Ages? Just how long have you’ve known I was Daredevil?”

“Um, I found out a couple of weeks before you got sick.”

All the time they spent together when she was taking care of him...she knew. All the time they spent practicing his opening statement for Margaret’s trial…she knew.

All that time.

And he never suspected a thing.

She really was an exceptional liar.

“How did you find out?” he asked.

“Are we trading questions again?” she said, referring back to their first proper conversation - the one on the rooftop, all those months ago.

Matt nodded. He didn’t mind explaining his abilities if it meant he got to find out more about her. His curiosity was far from sated when it came to Calina. “You first,” he said. “How did you find out?”

“Well, technically, I didn’t find out. I suspected there was something different about you from the beginning. But Anya - one of the Widows from last night - was the one who put all the pieces together.”

Matt frowned. To his knowledge, no one had ever suspected him before. Was he getting sloppy after all these years?  “What do you mean you suspected?” he asked.

“Objection, Mr Attorney, isn’t it my turn?” Calina teased.

“Overruled. Your answer was incomplete, so I’m asking a follow-up question for clarification purposes.”

She laughed. “I guess that serves me right for arguing semantics with a lawyer.” She went on to explain the clues she’d picked up on during their earlier encounters, the mannerisms and quirks that gave him away.

She seemed to sense his unease, so she tried to reassure him. “It was all really subtle stuff - I’ve just been trained to be hyper-observant. Your secret is still safe from the wider world. And my sisters would never give you away.”

“How can you be sure of that?” he asked. He knew how much danger it posed to the people he cared about if his secret was exposed. It was a constant fear that he lived with.

“We’ve existed in the shadows all our lives. At first, it was to protect Dreykov and his organisation. But now we live in secrecy to protect ourselves and each other. We would never betray someone living that same kind of life.”

He nodded. And tried to believe her. But it felt so precarious, having his identity known by so many people. People he had never met. After everything he’d been through, trusting strangers and taking things on faith was a difficult task.

“So is it my turn now?” she asked, interrupting his thoughts.

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything! How you can do what you do, and how you know the things you know. Just...everything.”

He smiled and explained about his heightened senses. How the scents and sounds and vibrations around him - even the tiniest changes in air density and temperature - coalesced to form an impressionistic painting of his surroundings. “It helps me to ‘see’ the world. But its not sight as you experience it. It’s different. And so much more.”

“So what do you ‘see’ when you look at me?” she asked softly.

“Well firstly, I don’t need to look,” he replied with a wry grin. He closed his eyes to demonstrate, while he stretched his senses to the woman next to him. “You’re facing me, with your cheek resting against the back of the chair, and you have your arms wrapped around your bent knees - I can tell by the negative space around you. I know you’re more injured than you’re letting on. I can smell the blood from all your bruises - the copper is a sharp tang on the air. And I knew you had a headache from the way you were wrinkling your forehead as you read your book - I could hear the muscles contracting. And you were turning the pages slower and slower because your eyes were straining.”

She was quiet for a few moments, and he started to grow worried. It was always a risk sharing just how far-reaching and intrusive his abilities were. He remembered how disturbed Foggy was the first time, and he didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

But it was as if there was an unspoken pact between him and Calina, that these traded questions were answered as truthfully as possible.

So he’d been honest. And in return, she proved that he really should stop underestimating her.

“Wow,” she whispered. “That’s incredible.”

He opened his eyes and tipped his head towards her. “You’re not freaked out?”

“Why? Because you can basically see me on a molecular level?”

“It’s not quite that precise, but yeah. I can’t tell what colour your eyes are, but I know that your sugar levels have dropped since lunch and that your heart is beating 64 times per minute.”

“You don’t know what colour my eyes are?”

“No.”

“So you don’t actually know what I look like?”

He couldn’t decipher the tone of her voice. She wasn’t annoyed. Curious, yes. But there was also…excitement?

Why would that knowledge excite her?

“Not on a surface level, no.”

“Do you want to know?”

He felt like he was walking into a trap. Her tone had shifted again, the question sounding more like a challenge than a harmless offer. “Only if you want me to,” he replied slowly.

She was quiet for a few seconds. “The way I look…” she started. Then paused again.

“What? You can tell me, Calina. You can tell me anything.”

She swallowed audibly. “People have called me beautiful all my life. And I know that most women would love that, but its been nothing but a curse for me. Its the reason I was chosen for the types of missions I used to do.”

“What do you mean?”

“My specialty as a Widow was undercover work. I’m a good mimic, and I’m really good at languages. And I can disappear inside a persona and become someone else. So I was used a lot for deep infiltration work. But I was also used a lot for my looks. They would send me out to get close to people. To flirt with them and seduce them and steal all their secrets. Most of the other Widows were able to work from afar - assassinations are usually safer from a distance. But I would have to get close to the people I was targeting.”

Matt’s fist clenched in anger at the people who’d used Calina in that way. With every revelation of her life as a Widow, he hated Dreykov and his organisation more and more.

“I guess it’s your turn to freak out,” she whispered, misinterpreting his lack of response.

“I’m not freaked out,” he said quickly. “I’m angry. I’m angry at people who forced you to do that. But not at you. You had no control, Calina.”

“I know that on an intellectual level,” she said. “But its hard not to feel responsible when I’m plagued by the memories of those missions. I can see the faces of all the people I used and betrayed.”

He didn't know what to say to that. 'I'm sorry' seemed so inadequate. He wished there was some tangible way he could help her - beat up a villain maybe, or defend a case in court. He knew how to deal with problems as Daredevil - and as a lawyer - but as just plain Matt Murdock, he felt like he was floundering.

He had the biggest guilt complex in the world. How was he supposed to help someone get over theirs?

"Anyway," she continued. "That was a long way of saying that I like that you see the real me. Beneath the surface.”

"I'm glad."

"So do you have any other powers you want to show off?" she asked, trying to inject some lightness in her voice. "Telepathy, maybe? Levitation?"

He laughed. "No, and no. Sorry."

"What about super-healing?" She rubbed her sore elbow through the sling. "That would come in handy right about now."

He hesitated. His meditation technique couldn't exactly be called a superpower - it didn't mend broken bones or cure cancer - but he found that it did speed up his recovery time. He'd been planning to try it after dinner.

“There is something we could do…”

———

The apartment was bathed in a neon yellow glow. Darkness had fallen while they were eating dinner but Calina hadn’t bothered turning on the lights. She liked the way the shifting colours of the billboard outside lit up the living room. Together with the gentle patter of rain on the windows, it created a tranquil atmosphere.

Perfect for meditation.

Too bad she couldn’t shut off her brain long enough to enjoy it.

“You’re thinking too much.” Obviously, Matt could tell that she wasn’t in the right headspace. It was just hard to concentrate on not concentrating when she was hyperaware of every inch of him that was touching her.

They were sitting on the floor, his legs crossed in a classic yoga pose, with wrists resting on his knees; she was in a similar pose, but with her injured leg outstretched.

And they were back-to-back.

“This will make it easier to regulate your breathing,” he’d explained as they took up the position. “You’ll be able to feel me breathe, and you can match your breathing to mine.”

It sounded reasonable in theory. But in practice, all she could feel was the heat radiating from his skin, and the hard mass of his muscles and the breadth of his shoulders as they rested against her own.

It was too much sensation.

As she’d discovered while watching him as Daredevil, his physicality and strength was a major turn-on. Feeling the evidence of all that strength pressed against her was short-circuiting her brain.

“Calina, relax,” he said, oblivious.

“I’m, uh, just trying to work out the scientific basis underpinning this technique,” she lied, making up an excuse for her weird behaviour.

“Well, stop,” he said with a soft laugh. “This isn’t about the brain, or about science. This is about the body. Connecting with it. Feeling every part of it, from your toes to the tips of your fingers. Listen to what its telling you.”

“Okay, okay.” She wriggled in place and tipped her head from side to side, feeling the joints of her spine pop. Then she closed her eyes and made a conscious effort to sink into stillness.

She felt Matt breathe, and matched the movement.

Then again.

And again, until they were completely in sync, their bodies moving as one.

She tuned out all the distracting sensations. Felt the tension in her muscles dissipate. The pulse of her heart echoed in her ears, and she could sense it settle into a slow steady pace. Her breaths - their breaths - slowed too, until she felt suspended in a kind of tranquil lethargy.

She drifted in that state for what seemed like hours.

So calm.

So at peace.

She’d never felt like this before.

Ever.

A tear slipped from her eye and left a hot trail on her cheek as it fell to the floor.

She felt one of Matt’s hands reach back and touch her thigh. “Hey,” he said softly. “Are you okay?”

She slowly rose up to consciousness. She wiped at the tear and stared at the moisture on her fingertips. “Yeah,” she whispered. Her voice sounded detached from her, as if it was coming from another person. “In fact, I feel…wonderful.”

“Endorphin rush,” Matt explained, unfurling from his pose and standing up. “It can happen with deep meditation. It stimulates the release of serotonin, dopamine - all the good stuff.”

“I thought we weren’t supposed to get all scientific about this?” She was starting to come back to reality. Her voice sounded more like her own. She could hear the rain again. And she noticed that the shadows in the apartment were even darker than before, the neon light brighter in contrast.

Matt laughed and offered her his hand. He pulled her to her feet, and steadied her by the shoulders as she swayed slightly. “You good?”

“Yeah. Just a head rush. How long were we sat there?”

Matt cocked his head and listened to the darkness for a few seconds. “It’s after 9 now.”

“How can you tell?”

“Mr. Campbell on the third floor always watches M.A.S.H. re-runs at this time of night.”

“Wow. Who needs a watch when they have you around?”

He shrugged. “I have my uses.”

She chuckled and stretched the kinks out of her shoulders. It was probably her imagination, but her elbow felt less stiff. And her knee ached a bit less.

She clicked on the light in the kitchen, intending to grab a glass of water. The light revealed Matt still standing in the middle of the room. He was staring at the cupboard by the staircase, with a strange expression on his face. He looked almost…conflicted.

And it wasn’t the first time he’d glanced in that direction tonight. She’d caught him looking while she'd unpacked their takeaway earlier. And again during the meal.

What was in there?

She got her chance to find out ten minutes later when Matt’s phone rang. The mechanical voice on his cell droned out the name ‘Foggy, Foggy, Foggy’ and Matt excused himself to answer the call in his bedroom.

Calina scurried over to the cupboard and opened the doors. It was almost empty apart from a battered old chest on the floor. She crouched down and lifted the lid, finding a pile of dark red fabric…

And a mask with devil horns.

“Oh,” she whispered.

It was his suit.

She cradled the mask in her hands, smoothing her fingers over the nicks and scrapes that scarred the surface. Each one was a near-miss. An encounter that Matt only survived thanks to a few millimetres of reinforced carbon fibre.

Her heart thudded in fear at what the mask represented:

Danger.

Every time he put this on, he was putting himself in danger. And her worry over his safety hadn’t diminished, despite getting up close and personal with his impressive fighting skills.

But this suit defined him as much as his white stick and red tinted glasses. He was Daredevil. She’d known that the moment she first saw him leap across the rooftops looking for someone to save. Being in his life meant accepting the part of him that took risks and ran towards danger.

And she desperately wanted to be part of his life.

Which meant she’d just have to bury all her fears and worries, and trust in his abilities.

She lifted out the billy club buried beneath the rest of the suit and hefted the weapon in her hand. Its light weight was surprising - considering how brutal it was in action - and she liked the functionality of it. The batons she used as a Widow had a handy electric current running through them, but the cable linking the two ends of Matt’s club was a better feature. She pulled it apart to examine it further-

Then almost dropped the whole thing when Matt spoke from close behind her. “It was a gift from a friend.”

He didn’t sound angry, but she still felt embarrassed at being caught snooping. She stood up and faced him with a small, sheepish smile, the club still in her hands. “He must have been a good friend - its a nice weapon.” She twirled it around and flicked it into the air, intending to catch it - but Matt’s hand shot out and snatched it, the movement so fast it was a blur.

He ran his hand over the glossy red surface. “Yeah, he was.” His voice sounded sad. And tinged with guilt.

There was a story there.

But it didn’t feel like the right moment to pry. So she changed the subject, and instead voiced the reason behind Matt’s conflicted emotions. “You need to go out tonight, don’t you?”

———

Need. Not want.

How did she know him so well?

Because it was a need. Almost a compulsion. An itch under his skin, that had been nagging at him for the past couple of hours. One that he’d tried to suppress. After all, he’d made a promise to protect Calina and it felt disloyal to leave her on only the second night. But his attention had kept drifting to that chest in the closet. And like an alcoholic with a glass of bourbon in front of him, he’d felt a mixture of desire and shame.

“It’s okay, Matt,” Calina said, reacting to his silence - and whatever she read on his face. “I understand.”

He could tell that she really did. She understood him so well, that he had to keep reminding himself they’d only met a few months ago.

She just…got him.

“But I don’t want to leave you here by yourself,” he said, the objection sounding feeble.

“I’ll be fine. Nobody knows I’m here. Go do what you have to do.” She took a step closer and touched the bandage over his knife wound. The one close to his heart. “Just…be careful, okay?”

He nodded, then grabbed his suit and went to get changed.

Less than twenty minutes later he was running across the rooftops of Hell’s Kitchen, the cool night air a refreshing balm after more than 24 hours cooped up inside. Even the pungent smells from the dumpster in the alley below didn’t detract from his sense of freedom.

Not that being with Calina today had been a chore or a punishment. It was just…this is where he belonged. High above the city, watching over it. This was his purpose…and sometimes his cross to bear.

For better or worse, he was Daredevil. To his bones.

He ran faster, stretching out his aching muscles, ignoring the twinges of pain from his various wounds. And trying to ignore his guilt and worry at leaving Calina. But those emotions stayed with him as he stopped a would-be arsonist on 9th avenue; as he saved a young woman from a mugging, and as he beat up the gang of thugs terrorising a couple of kids in Hell's Kitchen Park.  

And they only went away when he returned to his apartment after midnight and could finally hear the steady, relaxed beat of Calina’s heart. He removed his mask and stood at the top of the stairs, listening to the comforting sound for a few moments. It allowed the knot of fear in his gut to finally unravel.

She was safe.

He crept down the stairs and across the living room floor, not wanting to disturb her in case she was asleep. But she must have been awake the whole time - the moment he eased open the bedroom door, he heard the tell-tale snick of a gun being cocked.

“It’s me,” he said quickly, raising his hands.

She exhaled noisily and relaxed back against the headboard. “I thought so, but better safe than sorry.”

“If I’d known you were armed, I would have felt better about leaving you here.”

He heard the clatter as she placed the weapon on the bedside table. “I didn’t know either. While you were out, I went through the bags the other Widows packed for me and found the gun in there, along with several magazines and a couple of tactical knives. I guess that’s how they show they care - with deadly weapons and ammunition.”

He laughed softly. “At least they didn’t leave behind a pipe bomb or an Uzi.”

“I guess they don’t care about me that much.”

He laughed again. And it struck him how surreal this was. He was standing in his Daredevil suit, having just spent the last few hours beating up criminals, and he was…laughing. It was such a contrast to the way he usually ended his nights - alone, in pain, and struggling to fall asleep.

Speaking of which…

“I just came in to get some blankets then I’ll leave you in peace.”

He moved towards the closet, but paused at her next sentence, “You don’t have to.”

“What?”

“Just sleep here again. The new couch won’t be delivered for a few weeks - you can’t sleep in an armchair all that time. We managed last night, so it’ll be fine.” And just like last night, she rolled over and faced away from him, leaving the choice up to him.

The choice between the sensible option - the one where he grabbed the blankets, went out into the living room and put some space between the two of them - and the dangerous option. Where he crawled in beside her, into the bed permeated with her scent, and went to sleep inches from temptation.

He hesitated, torn between his head and his heart.

Between logic and weakness.

Then he made his choice.

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Chapter 3 

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[bittersweetburnedcaramel]

Fireworks are pretty and all but... I despise the noise, so much.

I wish everyone just collectively decided that fireworks are lame.

Oh and, happy new year to you, I almost forgot... I wonder what 2024 has in store for us my friend.

Me? I will... Work on my confidence, my future plans... My friendships, also I'm moving out too!

Or at least- I plan to, not much progress made there yet...

My own little place, just for me, never thought I would be given such a privilege

Of course I still have to, fix it all up, buy some furniture... (Slowly that is) But someday it will have my presence all over it

I have, a bunch of problems to fix

Sometimes it looks impossible

But then I remember how long a year can be

How much can happen in only a year

And how much can change

...

I also wanted to say that, I will be, "leaving" in a way.

This Tumblr account was never for *me*

It was for a character. Which while still has my flames and shines with my ligh-

No. fuck this vagueness.

It was for a character which is supposed to be only my good thoughts and feelings.

And I did step over the boundaries

Using this like a diary sometimes, or even more, a place to vent my silly little problems

And that is something that while gives me some assurance and makes me feel better for a while. I have learned in the past is not a good path to take

Too much desire for attention, heck, I'm posting everyday, that is not me, I barely use social media at all.

I'm not supposed to post here at all.

The mascot is supposed to post here.

But anyways, for all of 2024, my plan was to use this like a place of keeping my good thoughts through a charismatic little mascot, nothing more.

And that is what I will do.

After 2024 is over and done and gone I might just disappear, or not, who knows what I will be thinking then.

Anyways, it was good having this end of 2023 to play arround, but I am not supossed to have much of a presence online, it never felt right. I should not be here.

"Caramel Cube" can though. And he loves all of you! you all can be sure of that!

I wish a happy new year to you my good friend, keep being awesome...

keep being you.

[mistydeyes]

Hallooo :DD I wonder if your pairings are still open so could I gracefully have a COD pairing? Ty<33

Pronouns: She / They

Appearance: Medium black hair with dark brown eyes(almost looks like black—) a thin like hourglass body shape. 5'5(HELP...) Mostly wearing turtlenecks, hoodies, n' oversized stuff.

Personality: I am an introvert and sometimes panics when ever I talk to someone I don't know. I keep myself reserved and dislike going out as much. When you get to know me better I lean onto the extroverted side and likes showing you stuff I made. A very moody person at times and my friends, based on what they say, I am a chaotic yet mother like friend. I am very easy to talk to and easygoing, I overthink a lot which usually leads to panic attacks. My friend say I laugh at the wrong time and I am not so proud of that—I am also easily distracted and place my focus on something I like rather than something I dislike. I could be manipulative at times as well as having trust issues because of past trauma :')). I sometimes have a flirting demeanor and tons of playful flirting to my best/friends and sometimes I come off as secretive based on my friends words. I prefer to care for my friends other than myself, once again trauma, and I seem to be a trustworthy friend. I have a goldfish memory which shocks me hoe much I know myself despite forgetting everything from the apat 3 hours. Also I'm very artistic! But I still suck at it smh 😔

Hobbies, Interests, work(?):

Drawing, Listening to music, Singing, and dancing! My interests are probably painting, collecting random stuff I found, playing the piano, and learning new languages! (I wanna be bilingual) I favor dogs a lot and probably adopt every dog i see which is a problem cause I can't handle so much 😭 I am currently studying in psych! Becoming an actual therapist because my friends need help, so do I.

John Price

How you met: Civilian You weren't sure what to tell people when they asked how you and John met. Technically, you didn't meet face to face until about three months after you stayed talking. You were connected through a friend of a friend due to your hobby of painting and him wanting to have a new landscape piece of artwork for his flat.

When you first heard of the request, you thought it would be simple commission. However when you talked to John and he revealed his laundry list of details, you knew this would not be something you could complete overnight. He wanted a specific landscape of a lake with trees and rolling mountains but also asked for details such as a man fishing in a boat and wildlife poking through the trees. If that wasn't bad enough, he also wanted it to be gigantic, a piece that he could display in the main foyer. If he wasn't so kind with your timeline and also the payment wasn't lucrative, you would have referred him to someone else. But unfortunately, you found yourself continuously buying paints and moving furniture around to fit the gigantic canvas in your flat. After exactly three months, you sent John a picture and agreed he would pick it up the following week. The day came and you heard your doorbell ring. You excitedly ran down the stairs to see your client in person. "John, so nice to finally meet you," you greeted as he shook your hand. "Can't thank you enough," he continued with a smile, "it was exactly how I remembered it." "Oh so this wasn't just something you found inspiration for online?" you questioned as you led him to the wrapped and packaged painting. "No, it was actually something I remembered when my Grandad used to take me fishing as a young lad," he said as you helped him to carry the large item to his car. "Well, I was happy to make that a reality for you," you replied and you both shared a tender moment. When you finally managed to get it secure on the bed of a truck, John asked if he could treat you to a meal. Maybe it was because you wanted to learn more about his past, but you readily agreed and the rest is history.

A peek into your relationship: "Y/N, we can't," John said as he tried to lead you away from the window. "But sweetheart, look at their eyes," you pleaded as you leaned down and held a hand to the window. The absolute sweetest English terrier was looking back at you and excitedly wagging his tail. John knew he was doomed as you looked at him and practically pleaded just to stop in the shop. "It's just to say hi," you promised as you entered but that was a complete lie as you fell in love with the excited puppy running around you and almost jumping into your arms. John tried to supply you all the reasons why you couldn't adopt a dog. "You don't time!" "Yes I do, I'm done with uni and plus I specialize in virtual therapy." "What if you forget to feed him?" "John, I have a goldfish memory but I would like to think I would remember to feed a pet that's right in front of me." "It doesn't make for a good guard dog" "Okay fair, but thats why I have you." No matter what he said, you always had an answer. Plus, your fiancé could deny that he loved the small pup as it pawed at his leg. With a sigh, he said you could adopt him and you peppered him with thousands of kisses. While John had to now buy all the amenities for a new pet, it was a noble sacrifice to see you so happy.

[stars-and-cows]

Danganronpa OCs dump!!!

(mostly for me cuz I need to get these designs all in one place)

These four are from my fanganronpa story ("Danganronpa : In the spotlight!"). I'm working on the other character sheets too

Ine Kobayashi; Ultimate Seller; Protagonist

(Her name is literally rice. Mostly because it's funny but also to show how simple minded she is. As someone who grew up having nothing, she really doesn't need anything more than just some rice to be happy.)

She's easygoing and open for new possibilities. She tends to trust people first without thinking. Anyone who shows her even a snippet of compassion will be remembered as an angel by her

She was adopted by a rich pair due to her seller abilities. She was made to go around the world and be a pitch seller for various items her parents were currently investing in. She was later enlisted in the "Ultimate Future program" due to her amazing persuasion.

"Ultimate Future program" is a program that takes extremely talented teenagers ages 16-18, gives them money to develop their talents and makes them into public figures. Basically you get a scholarship for being a celebrity.

Kazue Kobayashi; Ultimate Watchmaker

(Her name is written with kanji for "One" and "Benefit" to kind of contrast how she thought as a child she would be her parents favourite. So she was named to be the first child that gets all the benefits and then, only after Ine git adopted into her family, did Kazue fade into the background.)

Biological daughter of a very rich couple and sister of Ine. She grew up thinking she had everything guaranteed but once Ine became her parents favourite she realized in a family like hers, even her parents love isn't unconditional.

She hates her name as it serves as a constant reminder of how everything was perfect until One appeared. She was the first, the favourite, the best, but now it was taken away and she is stuck with a name that is just a dark joke.

After she realized her parents were after Ine's talent she desperately looked for a talent she could call her own to make her parents love her. That's why she became an Ultimate Watchmaker. She hates her talent and never mentions it first. She thinks it's stupid and weird but at least she got into the "Ultimate Future program"

Haruko Kai; Ultimate Carpenter

(Her name means spring child because she was born in spring. Very usual name. But also, she loves to watch people and things bloom and in chapter 3 she basically "blooms" too. So her being a spring child is also metaphorical for how she views the world)

She's as shy as a mouse. During all the trials she's just in the background, trying not to get wrapped into the whole mess.

She's also dating (in secret) one other student from the "Ultimate Future program". Ultimate Gardener, Kenshin, flew across the world (from Mexico to France) just to tell her to stop "Disrespecting the planet by making fully functional plants for her fancy furniture"

She's very passionate when it comes to her work. She believes that she's honouring the dead trees by making beautiful furniture out of them. She will never cut down a tree or ask for it. Everything she does or she owns is either full eco, reusable or made by herself.

So after she told him that, he was more than embarrassed. They ended up spending a lot of time together nerding about plants and ecology. They eventually exchanged numbers and later started dating long-distance. (And I'm definitely not going to use this relationship for some good emotional trauma for one of them hehe)

Kenshin Harada; Ultimate Gardener;

(His name is basically trust and humbleness. Because he's none of that. I think his parents wanted a nice young man who would hold the doors open for women but they got a moody teenager with an unhealthy twitter addiction who says "I won't hold the door for women, it's like I'm saying they are not capable enough! That's sexist!")

He's very much what you would call a "chronically online sjw". He's vegan and loves plants. He knows every species on top of his head. If not for the management of "Ultimate Future program" he would definitely fight you about oil companies on twitter.

He's definitely one of the hardest to manage when it comes to public image. He would often take interviews with dirty and torn clothes.

And then he started dating Haruko and he started "corrupting" her. Or at least that's what he heard.

He stands for justice, only justice and nothing but the justice. But he's very open and annoying about it.

He's basically going "are you suuuureeee?" to Ine at every trial and constantly bashing every idea she comes up with. Just because he likes to know everything.

His fav series is def Ace Attorney and he is constantly screaming at the phone to the characters cuz he "already figured it out".

I think he might be my favourite besides my Ultimate Hairstylist lol

Anyway I have the whole story figured out. With who dies when and who kills who. I'm going to redo the same chart for the 7th time and post it soon.

Like I said, It's mostly so I can show it to my friends when they ask me about my danganronpa ocs or so I won't forget

[legolasghosty]

ahh yes wip tag game!! i’m physically incapable of not asking about “IKEA Meetcute Willex” but also “Willie Touch Issues Ace Stuff” sounds interesting👀 hope you’re doing well!!

Heheheheheh IKEA Willex!!!! My beloved that I really need to finish!

For anyone who isn't familiar, IKEA Willex is a meetcute setup where Alex is at IKEA looking for a new bedframe(Cause Luke and Reggie broke his old one by jumping on it whenever he wasn't home), and runs into Willie, who is attempting to get a race car bed as a combo of getting furniture for his new apartment and 'healing his inner child' or whatever his therapist kept calling it. They end up searching together :D

Let's see, random facts you don't already know about it.... I guess this is more about the extended universe than this fic itself, but please know that Alex and Willie get a giant race car bed when they move in together eventually! Cause YES!

Snippet!

"How goes the search?" Alex asks.

"Not good," Willie sighs, leaning back against the fake wall. "I know they have them here cause I looked online, but I haven't found any yet and I've been here for an hour."

Alex winces sympathetically. "When did you get here?"

"Like… 11:30?" Willie answers.

Alex glances down at his watch, then back at Willie, then back at the watch. "Ummm, you've only been here for like 20 minutes then," he informs them.

Willie stares at him for a solid minute, then drops his head back against the wall and groans again. "I'm doomed."

(I fully pulled that bit from a show called Ordinary Days.)

Okay! Willie Touch Issues Ace Stuffs!

This one takes place post canon sometime and was born from the idea that Caleb tended to use touch to manipulate Willie. Caleb is gone now and Willie is free, but like... the boy has some trauma. And sometimes he has moments of being terrified of turning out to be just like Caleb. Sooooo he has a bad day where he sort of can't stand to touch Alex or anyone else cause he's terrified that he's somehow manipulating them just like Caleb did.

And there's a whole other level to it with Alex cause Willie is ace and sex repulsed. Alex is probably ace too, cause I can't write allo characters to save my life, but maybe more sex neutral/favorable. So Willie is freaking out that maybe he's manipulating Alex by touching him cause somehow he's promising something he doesn't actually want. It's a whole thing. Anyways, Alex finds him and they'll be okay. When I actually finish writing it.

Snippet!

No, no thinking about him. Today was supposed to be good. He had to focus on something else. They hung a tight left, not even sure where they were anymore, and swerved a little to avoid some more lifers. Maybe tonight Reggie would talk the rest of the gang into watching A New Hope again. While Star Wars wasn't Willie's main thing, he could appreciate the art form, and it always made Reggie happy. But did Willie really think it sounded fun to watch something just because it made his friend happy? Had Caleb been right all along? Was Willie like him? Willing to do whatever it took to get what he wanted, even if it involved hurting people or forcing them to do things they didn't want?

Suddenly, Willie collided with something solid, tumbling to the ground as their board slid out from under their feet. He groaned, rolling onto his back on the cold sidewalk, looking around for whatever it was he’d run into. They froze as their eyes locked on blonde hair and pink fabric.

“Hey Wils,” Alex groaned, sitting up and looking down at him. “Sorry, I didn’t even think about how that would go if you were moving.”

Thanks for the ask!!! Gosh I really wanna go back to both of these now!

(Ask me questions about any of my wips that intrigue you!)

[bonfire-at-the-crossroads]

From above the Arctic circle - to my windowsill.

Inuit art is mysterious, strong…the shapes are solid and carefully considered. Carved from a single chunk of incredibly heavy green stone, this hunter with his seal strapped to his back - delights me. The way he is standing. How his mittens curl inward, and the growl on his face…

Anyway…

He had to come with me.

Last Saturday was Dave Stuart’s first foray into the world of online auctioneering. I honestly didn’t think he could pull it off, but it’s OK to be proved wrong.

The room was PACKED with stuff for sale, most of which belongs to himself.

We have been deeply concerned for David, as he is behaving oddly. He learned how to bid on the online auctions, and has succumbed to a hoarding addiction which has been consuming his every waking hour. He sits hunched over his laptop in the shabby little office, bidding against the rest of the world for high-end antiques. He is spending a LOT of money, then jumps into a van and drives all over the country to pick up his prizes.

David is not a young man - closing in on 80? His auction sales have remained our happy-hunting-ground for years now - we bid on decent (but damaged) antiques, and can bring them home for very little money. I get to work - restore / repair / spruce-up - and move it on to a better auction for resale.

This is our “extra” income - and we’ve loved every minute of it.

The Stuart auctions have become a bizarre circus over the last few months. He has had little or no stock to sell - the folks who consign their things have looked elsewhere, because instead of holding an auction every Saturday - he runs only two sales a month. In the world of the numblies and the dealers in crap to buy and sell - this is a deal-breaker. It’s easier to move items into one of the other houses that sell EVERY WEEK - and put a little cash into their pockets sooner rather than later.

David has CRAMMED his place with extreme high-end antiques. His first obsession was Staffordshire figures. First one, then ten, suddenly a hundred are all stood cheek-to-cheek along the tables which are normally reserved for things being sold.

He’s not selling these.

Likewise antique oil lamps with beautiful glass shades. First five, then 25, now over a hundred - none of which are being sold. They belong to him.

The auction room is filling up with lovely things, but what is actually being sold is crap. Yards of blue rope. Chunks of old chain. Plastic kettles with no lids, a box of broken china, and maybe an extinct radio with no knobs….

German mid-century art pottery.

Then came the clocks. A line of magnificent mantle clocks, marked the beginning of the new obsession - then came the 18th century brass dial tall-case grandfather clocks. Beautiful, expensive time pieces which now march the length and breadth of the auction room. There are over 20 of these - all acquired within the last two months.

None of these things are being sold, just hoarded. The back rooms are crammed with stacks of fine oriental carpets, statuary, brass standard lamps, and whatever else his itchy trigger-finger bid on during somebody else’s auction online….

We stopped in to look at his upcoming sale, and he had packed what was left of the room with BIG brown furniture. Highly polished and restored Georgian tables, chests of drawers, sideboards, etc - all of which he has paid far too much for, and cannot sell to his usual customers. (Including us.)

“I’m going online” sez he. “I need to get better bidders to sell better things, and have joined easyliveauctions “

Color me dubious. David can’t run his own microphone, the woman in the office can’t run the credit card machine, and he struggles with his own cellphone.

But he managed to pull it all off - and I am impressed! The sale was packed with new people. The computer link for live bidding was handled by a woman who sat beside him on the podium, and his wife took care of phone bids.

Daaaaammmnnnn……!

Nobody was happy. Everybody was cramped, miserable, uncomfortable, nowhere to sit, and the usual camaraderie is dead and buried.

Bidding on the floor was fine - but then the internet bids trashed the assembled mob - and took things into the stratosphere. Grumbling was audible, tempers raw. A strange, grim man who was shaped like an actual ham - stood with a penciled list at the back of the room - and paid whatever he had been told on the fine furniture. €2000 for a Georgian table. £400 for a Victorian work table. Prices un-dreamed of before. He took no pleasure in his work, didn’t meet anyone’s eyes, but went about his task with silent, unsmiling determination. He carried everything out to his huge white van, loaded up with ties and blankets - and away he went.

David’s auction was a success. For David. I fear it will only feed the fire of his shopping addiction, and lead to more frantic acquisition.

In the meantime - I managed to bring home the hunter and his seal - because I love him. One of the last pieces to fall under the hammer of a three and a half hour sale (?!) - and nobody in ireland likes Inuit sculpture. He can live here with me, and I will admire his sturdy form in the morning light -for years to come.

The times they are a’changing.