#my one consistent nighttime routine

[rambleonaud]

3 whole years (at least) of brain goop

I started journaling just as a brain dump every night sometime after I started taking meds to catalog how I felt and it just kinda became a nightly routine.

Unsure if I'm keeping them to remember stuff or just eventually burn but they're really just piles of thoughts. As you can see I stopped lying to myself about possibly using them as planners this year lol.

Nonetheless I'm always proud to fill one :3

I use different colors of pens and I love the funfetti effect it has on the sides

I got a yellow one this year!

[bimrwolf]

Healing Hands by the Fire

geralt of rivia x afab!reader words: 3,684 warnings: smut !! 18+ (minors dni) ; squint and you may see a casual plot summary: Geralt visits Reader, a healer, with severe injuries. a/n: very out of my comfort zone. however, i promised my friend to write this as her christmas present because writing fanfics are my love language. good thing i know basic things about the witcher heheehe.

How did she always end up here? Months without a word or seeing him. She had accepted the peace. Only occasionally did she perk up when there was a knock on her door, secretly hoping it was him. But only one could be so lucky. Instead, it was travelers from all over the Continent who heard word of her abilities.

She couldn’t complain. Healing others in exchange for seeds, food, and sometimes money. Not that it was required for her service but she couldn’t complain about the gratuity.

In fact, she enjoyed helping others. However, it was nearing winter and there were less travelers. They were most likely home to prepare for the violent winter storms that damned the Continent. 

It was one of the first snow falls of the season. She had finished feeding the chickens and her horse Atticus. That was always her nighttime routine. Feed the animals, make some tea, study until all the tea is drunk, and finally get ready for bed. 

Some might think the routine would get tiring, but there was never any guarantee. It was the one consistent thing in her life at the moment. She was content. 

However, some nights, she heard the enchanted chimes outside that let her know someone was approaching. But before she made it to the door, it swung open, snow flurries drifted inside. The cold was sharp and pricked her nose, making her sniffle. 

In most cases she would be alarmed. There was no telling what creatures or people were harmless and which ones weren’t. She clutched the nearest thing to her— a broom that always gave her splinters when she used it. 

His snow white hair peeked from under his hood and she recognized the distinct low grumble that could be mistaken as a quake. He slowly closed the door, ensuring it was locked this time. “You startled me.” She said, releasing her grip from the broom, checking her hand for any loose wood. 

“You should keep the door locked. What if I was a dangerous man breaking in?” She played it off as a joke, not seeing the concerned look on his face. 

“Some might say you are dangerous.” She smirked. She never expected him to react to her jokes, but she could feel the warmth blanket around her when his shoulders relaxed. “Are you going to stand there all night?” 

He limped further into the cabin. She could see the snow melting on his cloak, dripping on her floor. “You made a mess,” she huffed. 

His head lifted and cat-like eyes met hers. It was known his abilities and job forced him to lack showing how he felt. But, she noticed right away how his eyes drooped that he was in pain. 

She ran towards him, immediately untying his cloak so that it dropped to the floor. She gasped at the large claw marks scratched into his chest. He could withstand most injuries but the cuts had broken past the many layers of skin. 

“Fuck, Geralt. What happened?” Her finger ghosted over the wound on his shoulder. Almost immediately he grabbed her wrist. But she didn’t pull away. 

“I’m starving.” He took a moment to look her up and down before letting go of her wrist and walking past her. 

Unbelievable. She scoffed and followed him into her den. “Are you serious? Geralt, you’re hurt and need to be healed before you get an infection.” 

“I smell meat pie. Do you have any to spare?” He left no time for her to answer. He grabbed the plate on a table and began to shove them in his mouth. He groaned in satisfaction. 

She wanted to be annoyed, but she had never seen him act this way. So instead she watched as he stuffed his face. He sat down slowly in a wooden chair. His large body mass made it creak, rocking it with the sound of the crackling fire. His spastic breathing mellowed out into a deep sigh.

He was definitely hurting from his wound but there was something else. She could sense that something was bothering him. Yet, she didn’t pry for an explanation. Instead, she let him watch the fire as she gathered her supplies of elixirs and jars. Then she picked up the pot full of water hanging above the fire and poured it into a bowl. The steam warmed her face that was still cold from earlier. 

“Are you still hungry? I think I only have bread.” She sat her things on the table next to him, but not looking in his direction. However, she could feel his piercing eyes watching her every single move. “If you’re not feeling like bread I can stay up and make you soup.” 

His hand flew to her wrist. She jumped, nearly knocking over a bottle with green shiny liquid. She turned her head slightly, sighing deeply. “It hurts,” Geralt mumbled. 

His wound was red, inflamed, and looked worse in the light. And if Geralt says it hurts then it was worse than she had imagined. “Take your tunic off while I prepare.” Although it was her giving the instruction, she couldn’t help the heat on her cheeks arise. Especially when he did what he was told. She had only seen his bare chest a handful of times, but each time made her stomach knot up. 

He took a heavy breath as he settled back into the chair, wincing when she placed a hot cloth on his open wound. His nails dug into the chair. His teeth clenched as he threw his head back. She couldn’t help but giggle. In return, he snapped his head to look at her, visibly annoyed. “What?” 

She swatted him for the rash reaction. “No need to be hot headed, Geralt. I was only laughing because I’ve never seen you act so dramatic.” 

“I’m not being dramatic,” he argued. He winced again when the cloth touched his skin once more. He rolled his eyes when he noticed the smirk she tried to hide from him, her hair covered her face. Not thinking, he took his finger and pushed it out of the way so he could see her more clearly. 

She tried to ignore the knot in her stomach or how her chest was breathing differently. She even tried to look away subtly but the only thing she could look at without being suspicious was his bare chest. “How’s Yennefer?” 

The change of subject was almost as if she had poured salt into his fresh wounds. He yanked his hand away and turned his head to face the fire, jaw ticked. She should’ve felt guilty for bringing up his on and off lover. Instead, she felt relieved his attention was no longer on her and probably wouldn’t be the rest of the night. 

That’s how it always went. He would get too close and right before she fell under his spell she would mention the other woman. She had only met the sorceress once. They neither liked or disliked one another. Yet, she could tell there would not be any attempts to go frollicking in a field like they were the best of friends. 

In some ways, she had been jealous of Yennefer– she was interesting and traveled the Continent and had fought in many wars. She was beautiful and cunning. Of course Geralt would pick her as a lover. 

“Ow.” Geralt grimaced, shifting in the chair. Her fingers were touching the wounds, and spreading them apart. “Are you about done? I’m tired.” 

She continued to inspect his wounds closely, having to push between his legs to get a closer look. “I have to ensure there are no severe damages so I know what to make.” His huff made her roll her eyes. She wanted to swat him for still acting like a child. “Whatever got you, got you good, eh?” 

He looked away then back at her, swallowing. “Yes, I suppose.” 

There was a beat of silence. Only the fire was popping. 

“I thought I was goin’ to die.” He said out loud in a low whisper. Almost like he didn’t want her to hear him.

She stopped briefly to look up at him. He was serious. “Well, fortunately whatever it was missed your heart by a hair.” She pointed to where his heart was and traced a line to the start of one of the scratches only millimeters away. She got up, leaving him with a witty smile as she started to pour the many different potions into a different bowl. 

“Me and Yennefer haven’t spoken in months,” he admitted. 

It was hard not to react, but she had never seen him willingly talk about the woman before. “Oh.” 

“We wanted different things I suppose,” he continued. “If it weren’t for Ciri’s letters, then I wouldn’t even know if she was still alive.” 

“You miss her?” It was meant to sound like a question, but it came across as a statement. 

He looked down at his hands, ashamed. “I’m not sure if I’m allowed to miss someone.” 

“Are you not allowed or are you unsure you know what it’s supposed to feel like?” 

He didn’t answer. 

She walked back and found her place again between his legs. “Missing someone feels like always looking at the door when there’s a knock, and your heart skips a beat, hoping it’s them.” She dipped her finger in the cream she had made and started to apply it to the open wound. 

“I don’t live in a cottage with a door.” His hands creeped to his thighs so they brushed her as she moved. 

She finished with the first cut and moved onto the second, which was much deeper and longer. “Well, missing someone can also feel like wanting to cry even when you’re happy.” 

“You do know I have emotions?” He quizzed her. 

She smirked. “Of course I do. I was only trying to help you figure out if you miss Yennefer.” 

He hummed, running a finger over the first wound she had treated which was starting to already heal. His skin attaching itself together again. “I miss her, but not in the way you think I do.” 

“Then in what way?” She raised her brow, clearly confused as to what he meant. 

He didn’t answer her right away. “Not in the way I miss you.” 

The bowl in her hand nearly clattered to the floor. She froze, replaying the words over and over as if she hadn’t heard him. Did Geralt really admit to missing her? No, he doesn’t actually mean it. He was messing with her. “That’s not funny.” Her breath was shaky. In fact, her hands were shaky too as she tried to continue healing him. 

“Did I make a joke?” His tone was unwavering. He placed his hand on her warm cheek, brushing his thumb over her soft flesh. He had never touched her so intimately like he was now. 

She shook her head, using her free hand to brush him away, focusing on the rest of his injuries. “You’ve lost a lot of blood. You’re delusional.” 

“I thought your potions helped with that?” 

Her eyes flickered up to meet his, briefly, before averting them back to the bowl. She swooped the last of the cream on her finger and spread it slowly over the last scratch. The others had closed up but one could make out the red scar. “Those will go away in due time,” she mumbled. 

As she tried to get up he caught her arm, standing up with her, and in doing so their chests were against one another. He could feel her heavy breathing. And she could feel the warmth from his body electrifying hers. 

“I should go make your bed. You need to rest.” She tried to walk away but his grip never left her arm. “Geralt.” 

He took the bowl from her hands and placed it back on the table. “How much longer will you deny it?” 

She swallowed the gasp that had almost escaped her, shaking her head. “What do you mean?” Finally, she had pulled away but made no efforts to leave the room, only stepping back to make space between them. And of course he could probably read her like an open book while she only had his stoic expressions to decipher. He opened his mouth, but closed it, sighing loudly. “Thank you, Y/n.” 

Her face softened. 

“I don’t… I don’t know what I would’ve done if it weren’t for you. In fact, I don’t know what I would do without you.” His jaw slacked, watching her intensely. 

She could feel the pull, like a magnet, all too familiar when it came to Geralt. Normally, she had to ignore it. But at that moment, it felt like a boiling pot of water, steaming and bubbling, unable to contain itself. And as she looked into his piercing eyes, the knot in her stomach told her it was time to say something. “Geralt.” Her voice was above a whisper. “I have something to tell you.”

“Yes?” His expression never faltered. 

She shifted her feet, uncomfortable. “I… I um… I’m making oat porridge in the morning.” She had decided it was best to hold back what she really wanted to say. “I’ll go prepare your room.” 

His yellow eyes narrowed, searching for hers. She knew he was watching the emotions swirl through her mind. She knew that he knew that wasn’t what she really wanted to say to him. “No.” He was assertive and the growled vibrations dragged along her back like a dagger, giving her chills. 

Ignoring the goosebumps along her arms, she ran her hand over her face. “What do you want me to say?” She felt like a twig that had snapped. “Why are you being mean? You stand there forcing a confession out of me. A confession you will never get because there’s nothing to say.” Her tears burned in the corner of her eyes. She hated how foolish she looked in front of him. Crying and blubbering because he decided to dig deeper. 

They had a routine. He would knock on the door and she would heal his wounds. Their deep conversations were rare, and sometimes he wouldn’t speak at all. Sometimes he would leave in the morning without a word. So why must this time be any different than the others? 

“You’re angry.” 

She scoffed. “Yes, I’m angry.” Unable to face him, she turned to look at the fireplace, shaking her head. “That’s the most frustrating part of all of this. I’m angry that you’re here. I’m angry that I don’t see you for months with no word if you’re even alive. I’m angry that you show up when I’m missing you the most.” Her eyes caught his, her nostrils flared. She had had enough of it, storming up to him and putting a finger against his bare chest. “I’m angry that you sit there and touch me and talk to me like we’re lovers. I’m angry that you won’t go to someone else for help. Because I can’t do it anymore, Geralt. I can’t do it.” 

And there it was. Years worth of bubbling water, spilling over the pot and all over the floor. She had made a mess that she wasn’t sure if she would be able to clean up. 

Geralt’s jaw ticked, his eyes scanning her face. “You wish to not see me anymore? Would that be easier?” 

Her finger fell slowly from his chest. Her voice trembled. “It’s easier than caring about you.” 

Geralt brought his hand up slowly to her cheek, brushing his knuckle against a tear. “I am angry at you too,” he whispered. Her brows furrowed, unsure what he meant. “I told you I have feelings too. Yet, you assume I don’t. You assume I don’t care about you either.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Do you?” 

“Why do you think I keep coming back?” His jaw slacked. 

The tension between them was thick and palpable. She wasn’t sure what else there was to say. Her heart was torn. Even with the confession, there was no guarantee. He was a Witcher with responsibilities that were not suitable for the life she wanted. She pushed it away, cracking a smile. “Are you saying that you got injured on purpose? So you could see me?” 

“Perhaps.” The corner of his mouth flickered, leaning his head down towards her. 

“You could’ve died.” She stepped closer to him, tracing her finger of his scars, looking at his lips.

“But I didn’t.” He said against her mouth, finally closing the gap between them. 

He wrapped his arms around her, strong and sure, deepening the kiss. It was gentle but fierce, full of longing and tension that had been built up along the years. It tasted like all the warm tea she had made for him over time. 

When she moaned, Geralt took the opportunity to slip his tongue in her mouth, gliding it tenderly and carefully against hers, groaning in satisfaction. He somehow managed to pull her closer as if their bodies weren’t already meshed together.

It was her who broke away first, both of them gasping for air, chests heaving from the heavy kiss. Geralt’s eyes had turned black, his senses heightened, craving more. 

Without a word, she unbuttoned her blouse, freeing her chest as she dropped it to the floor. She kissed Geralt again on the mouth, his neck, and then his chest. She whispered in his ear, “I think I should go prepare your room now.” 

He nodded, allowing her to take his hand to lead him to her room, rather than the room up in the attic that her guests normally stayed in. It was full of knick knacks and books scattered. Her bed was unmade, but neither one of them cared. 

She pushed him on the bed, straddling his lap, peppering kisses all over his chest. If she was smart, she would savor all of it– every kiss and touch. But fuck all of it. She had waited too long to savor it.  She grinded herself against his hardness, smiling against his ear when she felt him jump through his trousers. Something had told her it was too long for him too. 

The rest of their clothes had found a new place on the floor of her bedroom. She was now laying down, Geralt hovered over her, his chain dangled over her face, and his hands roamed over her bare body as she whimpered under his touch. His lips attacked her neck, trailing down her body, relishing every inch. 

“Geralt,” she mewled. 

She felt the vibrations of his chuckle, revitalizing her, the warmth between her legs now ached. “Yes?” He came back towards her mouth, placing a life-wrecking kiss on it. 

She nibbled his bottom lip. “You know.” 

“Mm, I don’t think I do,” he teased. His hand was between her legs, fingers gliding, taunting her. 

She thrusted her hips upwards, forcing friction against her swollen clit, gasping when he slid a finger in her. “I need you.”

The pitiful look in her eyes convinced him enough to give her what she wanted. And because any longer, he felt like he would combust. Geralt pushed her legs apart and then guided his girthy length to her entrance, sliding it in slowly. 

She gasped as he sunk deeper inside her, finally able to marvel all of her. It was sweet like the honey she snuck in his tea. Rich like the pastries she packed in his knapsack whenever he left in the mornings, without saying goodbye because he was afraid he would never leave if he saw her golden smile in the mornings. Yet, he wasn’t strong enough to never come back. 

At first, his thrusts were slow and tender, slipping so deep that his tip reached as far as it could. She gripped his shoulders, nails forming crescents, back arching as he picked up the pace. She wanted to hug him with her thighs, but his hands were sure to keep them open and spread for him. 

The sounds of their sticky skin crashing together blended with their moans and grunts, forming a delectable melody. She pulled him into an open-mouth sloppy kiss, humming. The bed rattled beneath them, his pace was dangerously close to cracking the frame. 

In a swift move, he pulled her up, so that she was straddling him. Their bare chests flushed together, her face in the crook of his neck, whimpering as she bounced on his cock. “I’m… fuck,” she breathed, unable to make the words as it hit her sweet spot. 

“Me too.” He slightly pushed her shoulders back, wanting to see her. His palm cradled her face, swallowing the thickness stuck in his throat. He knew he looked destroyed. He didn’t show how he felt often, but the pent up tension over the year had finally arisen. 

“G…Geralt!” She shouted as her walls closed around him, releasing her orgasm around him, resting her forehead on his chest as he continued to move her up and down. She clutched onto him as if she was about to float away. 

He threw his head back as his cock twitched, finishing, He thrusted through his climax, panting as he slowed to a halt. His senses were still high and could hear the fire still crackling in the den. He could feel her breathing still rugged and hot, sticking to his chest. 

She couldn’t see it but Geralt let a small smile briefly appear as he stroked her bare back. He placed a kiss on the top of her head. She looked up at him, running her fingers through his snow-white hair. “Will you stay one more night?” 

He tilted his head, brows knitted together. “Are you still angry with me?” 

A mischievous glimmer crossed her eyes. “If I am, does that mean you’ll stay?” 

He snickered, placing a peck on her lips, lingering, scared if he were to break away she’d disappear. 

Angry or not, he was going to stay one more night.

[yikesmary]

BEDTIME ROUTINE — jeon wonwoo x reader

summary: where you loved times like these with your boyfriend, wonwoo.

notes: book boyfriend wonwoo is back! i wrote this completely out of the blue so apologies for any mistakes. also this went into a direction i didn’t expect it to go to, but i love it so much. it might be my favorite fic i’ve written so far on this blog.

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“You’re staring at me again,”

“Can you blame me? I have a beautiful man as my boyfriend,” you teased, enjoying the pink blush that was developing on Wonwoo’s cheeks.

“I’m not even doing anything, I’m just reading a book,” he told you.

“To look this good and still be doing something so simple is incredible!” You overexaggerated, throwing your hands in the air dramatically.

Wonwoo playfully rolled his eyes, but pulled you closer to him, your body practically glued to his. It was nighttime, and your usual bedtime routine consisted of Wonwoo either reading a book or playing a game on his phone and you went on your phone.

But there were moments when you and Wonwoo felt particularly clingy towards each other, and sometimes you found yourself falling asleep to Wonwoo’s voice as he read aloud the book he was reading while cuddled up to him. He didn’t mind whenever you fell asleep as he read, because he knows how much you loved his voice, so he takes it as a compliment.

“How’s the book so far?” You asked, resting your head on his chest, recognizing the book as the one you gifted to him on his birthday.

“It’s good, I’m glad I finally found the time to read it,” he smiled.

“I was worried whether or not it was a good book. I didn’t know whether or not you were going to like it,” you said.

“It could’ve been a book that had the same word printed on the pages hundreds of times and I’d still read it because you gave it to me,” Wonwoo said.

“Don’t be silly,”

“I’m serious! I keep everything you give to me,”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” You challenged.

“The bookmark you made me on our first date, I still use that. The letter you wrote me on our first anniversary, and the bracelet you made with Joshua for me while you were drunk,” he recounted.

“Really? You’ve kept all of those things?” You asked, and he nodded.

“We live together, how have I not seen these things in the house?”

“Because I hide them in places you’d never think to look,”

“Like where?”

“There’s a reason why I haven’t told you! It’s a secret,” he said, and you playfully rolled your eyes at him.

“It also helps that you’re small and there are places I can reach that you don’t,” he teased.

You gasped and said, “I would move if you weren’t so comfortable,”

As if to ensure you wouldn’t move, Wonwoo moved you even closer to him, if that was even possible. In the middle of the conversation, you didn’t realize that he closed the book and put it on the nightstand that was on his side of the bed.

Silence fell between you, neither finding a reason to say something. You just enjoyed the moment between the both of you while Wonwoo was fiddling with your fingers with his hand, in deep thought.

“Do you have anything from when we first started dating?”

“I do, but since you won’t show me yours so I won’t show mine,” you said, playfully twisting your head away from him.

“How about this, I’ll countdown to three and we both get the stuff from our hiding spots. That way we don’t reveal our locations,” Wonwoo negotiated.

“Deal.”

“One... Two... Three!”

At the final number, the both of you tried leaving the bed, but because of how close you were cuddled together, the farthest you were able to go before falling was the floor of your bedroom. It wasn’t a far drop, but it was funny enough that both you and Wonwoo erupted in laughs and giggles.

You had struggled so much trying to get up with laughing and trying to detangle yourself from your boyfriend that by the time you had managed to stand, you were practically out of breath. But that didn’t deter you from your mission, so you tried moving to where you hid your stuff.

Spotting the box that was labeled with your name, you grabbed the box and dashed back into the room. Wonwoo would never look through something that had your name on it, since for the most part, neither of you felt the need to mark anything as your own since you guys knew whose belonging belonged with who. 

So, if it was labeled, there was a purpose and Wonwoo would never violate your privacy like that.

By the time you arrived in the bedroom, Wonwoo was already on the bed, his legs crossed and waiting patiently with his box. You got on the bed and sat right across from him in a similar position as you.

He moved back so you had enough room to put the box in front of you and that was when the both of you exchanged looks and then without saying anything, switched boxes.

You opened the box and were both happy and touched to see the exact items that he had described beforehand, with more things that weren’t mentioned and you didn’t realize he kept them.

When you looked at him, you saw that he looked a bit confused about the items, so you decided to refresh his memory. “That ticket was from we went to the aquarium together, the picture is when we went to that one petshop and you couldn’t stop playing with the cats,”

He smiled at you, remembering those moments. You were about to say something else before a tiny, brown, leather book caught your attention inside of Wonwoo’s box. You took it out and showed it to him asking, “What’s this?”

At the question, Wonwoo turned sheepish. Then he said, “When we first started dating, every time we went out somewhere to eat or drink, I’d write down what you ordered so the next time we went there, I could order for you. Eventually, I memorized everything so there wasn’t a need for a book,”

You felt like you were in school again, feeling like your middle school crush just confessed to you and love was everything at that age. Putting the stuff to the side, you moved to kiss him and your hands were on his shoulders.

When you pulled away, you decided that the kiss wasn’t enough so you peppered him with kisses on your face. “That was so thoughtful and sweet of you to do. I love you so much,” you said, placing one final kiss on his lips once more.

He was only able to smile like a lovesick fool in response, which he was.

You looked at the clock and were surprised to see how late it was. “We should go to bed, it’s late and we should’ve been asleep an hour ago,” you told him.

“Maybe we should make this a part of our nighttime routine,”

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[nieceeee]

“SOUNDS OF FRIENDSHIP”

PS: Bestfriend!ony always sneaks and checks on you every night as a part of his nighttime routine. But this one night, Ony hears something he definitely shouldn’t have. Yet, he can’t seem to pull himself away.

WC: 3.1K

A/N: This has been one of my favorite plots to write lol. Im sorry Onybunny but I had to do it to you baby, NSFW, toy mentioned, suggestive, masturbation, little freaky stuff, Sneaking, Ony creeping through the dark lol.

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After getting out the shower Ony tosses on a pair of gray sweatpants and slips his feet into an old pair of house shoes. The steam from the shower seeped into his bedroom, thickening the humidity in the air. Tendrils of smoke fluttered off his smooth brown skin, his body lingering with the warm from the water even after he had stepped out.

He rolled his neck stretching it out, the tightness still there from the workout he had earlier. Ony slipped out of his room door to start his nightly routine. He crept through the darkness, checking the seals on the windows and making sure everything was locked down. Although nothing had ever happened at home, he always did it to ensure both of your safety. Over time, it because engrained in his mind to do everyday. The house was quiet, the cool air whipping gently around his, cooling his still open pores. An unexpected shiver ran down his body. He turned the corner to check the air conditioner. “65?!” He whispered to himself. He should be used to the temperature by now considering how long you’ve lived together but it still shocked him every time he looked at it.

Ony shook his head and kept walking towards the living room. He wrapped around the couch in the living room and walked towards the front door. Checking to make sure both locks were secured, Ony made his way down the hallway and took a right towards your door. The closer he got to your room, the softer his footsteps became. You didn't know but he always took time to check on you every night. Ony knew about your past and the nightmares that plagued you some nights. So he always swept by your door to make sure you were resting. He pressed his body flat against the wall and side stepped until he was right next to your door. The last thing he wanted to do was wake you up out of your sleep. Last time he made that mistake, he was explaining to his brothers where his black eye came from.

Ony slowed his pace and calmed his breathing. His footsteps were as light as feathers as he reached the crack in the wall where your door was. He listened in the darkness for any signs of crying or panic in your voice. There was only one noise coming from inside, a low thrumming sound. Ony’s brows furrowed together and he hesitantly inched closer. He’d done this many times before and he’s never heard this before. He had memorized every sound in your room from the way the air blew to the sound your fan made as it spun. Am I hearing things he thought to himself. He tilted his head closer and remained quiet, holding his position in the shadows. The sound was consistent, there was no break in between it. Just a gentle low paced humming. Ony blinked a few times and began to move back slowly. As he shifted his both to begin to slip out, a noise caused him to pause. The humming as still there but he heard it clear as day. A small whimper. Ony’s heart began to race in his chest.

Because from the other side of the door, a soft moan crept from your lips. Ony held his position unable to move, unable to breath. He didn't hear that. He’s tired. His mind is playing tricks on him. But it happened again, another sweet low moan echoes in your room, creeping underneath the door, gliding across the carpet, and snaking up to his ears. Ony was shell shocked. Because as he stood in the hall, body pressed against the cream paint in the apartment, he heard the sounds of you, his best friend. And on the other side of the door, unaware of his presence, your back pressed into your bed and legs spread on each side, you drug your vibrator across your already swollen bud of nerves between your legs. Your chest rising and falling rapidly, you release another small cry into the darkness.

You had been wound up all day and were desperate to get home for release. The workout you and Ony had to endure did nothing to curve the sensation you were craving. And unlucky for you, seeing your best friend shirtless, body sweaty and muscles bulging didn't help you at all. You weren’t attracted to Ony in that way you told yourself. You and him had been friends for years. Your relationship was platonic, borderline suggestive to anyone who didn't know you both but you’ve always been just friends. But you weren’t blind. You couldn’t help but admit that your best friend had always been cute. But as you both grew up, Ony lost the boyish charm and developed into a full grown man. So eyeing your 6’0, dark skin bestie with the body of a god did absolutely nothing but cause you more problems.

Granted you could’ve called up one of your options, it wasn't unlike you to have them. But you and Ony had a rule, no sex in the apartment that you shared. Your home was your safe space, and with your past, both of you agreed to the rule with no hesitation and you didn't feel like driving anywhere at what you endured today. So instead you opted in to staying at home and pleasing yourself. Which lead you to here, with your handheld pressing deeper into your walls as you worked yourself closer and closer to your climax. Except today absolutely hated you because every time you inched closer, you lost the spot and had to start over.

You had been going at it way longer than you expected and were teetering on the edge. You needed to do something. Something to relax yourself. So you shifted your hips, pressed further back into the bed and closed your eyes. Increasing the speed on the vibrator, you took deep breaths and let your mind wander. Images of peace fluttered through your mind as you willed your body to relax. You stopped holding your moans, allowing all your muscles to relax as you imagines intimacy, trying to coax your body to it's release. Your mind thought of your ex, how well he would fuck you. The way he would pound into you with no remorse. Your side piece and the way his tongue worked you over and over. Then your mind shifted to hands. Thick hands rubbing up your sides, fingers gently gripping your hips. It envisioned full two toned lips pressing gentle kisses down your neck and towards your breasts. Perfectly sculpted arms gripping your legs and pushing them back towards you. Your mind imagined it, though you’ve never seen it, your mind still conjured up the image of his girth pressing into you, the delicious stretch it would provide as he hit your spot. Your mind plagued with images of him, of the familiar scent of cedar wood and absinthe, his velvety voice coating your ear drums as he whispers sweet nothings to you, begging you to call out to him. So you did. You knew it was wrong. Your mind was playing dirty tricks on you as it made you force it out. Made you call out to the one person you knew you couldn’t have.

“Ony”

His heart pounded in his eardrums. Ony couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. Because as he stood outside your door, the sound of his name fell from your lips. His eyes widened searching the darkness. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. He tried to rationalize with himself. But again your voice called out to him as your moans followed, increasing in speed and volume. You repeated it over and over and over again until your body shook. Muscles clenching around the toy, he heard you cry out as you worked the orgasm from your body. You released…while calling his name.

It was a joke. It had to be a joke. There was no way that you would do that. Ony assured himself. He nodded and waited. You must’ve heard him outside the door and decided to play tricks with him, pretending to call his name and accuse him of snooping outside your door. So he waited. He held his breath and waited for you to come out of the door and laugh at him for falling for your game.

But you never came out.

Instead there was a slur of “fucks” that crept underneath the door instead. There was shuffling, your feet hitting the floor. The thrumming sound stopped and the only other thing he heard was the closing of your bathroom door and the creaking of the knobs of your shower as your rushed to clean yourself up.

If his heart beat any harder it would jump out of his chest and run away from him, leaving nothing but a wide eyed, mouth agaped corpse behind. Because realization dawned on his features at the fact that this wasn't a joke. This wasn't another game you decided to play. You called out to him as you came. In one of the most intense moments, your mind imagined him. Your body wanted…him.

Ony waited a few more moments, willing himself to come back from the comatose state he was in. He crept back to his room, pace quicker than before. He made sure he was far away enough before he rushed towards his hallway and closed the door to his room, locking himself inside. His mind began to race.

You said his name. Why would you say his name? Is this the first time you said it? HOW MANY TIMES HAS THIS HAPPENED?

Ony was absolutely spiraling and every moment you have ever shared together played through his head. Every time you held hands or hugged each other. How smooth your smaller hands felt in his as your nimble fingers intertwined with his larger ones. Nights were you slept in his bed and the warmth of your body against his, the smell of lilacs and honey lingering on his pillow from your shampoo. You stealing all his clothes and the way the cotton fabric brushed right against the underside of your ass, hanging between your thighs when you sat down. The first kiss you shared when you were 12 because you wanted to make sure you knew what you were doing. The way your lips felt against his. The taste of your cherry bomb lipgloss coming back to his senses.

His thoughts were shifting into a very unfamiliar territory. Ony didn't think about you like that. You were his best friend. You’ve been that way since you both were 6 years old. You were always the one by his side, picking at him and making him laugh. Sure one or two thoughts about building something more had come to his mind but neither of you cared to push it further so you remained friends. But this was new territory. This was unspoken territory. Ony paced his room, thumb pressed to his lips as his teeth bit into his nail. He couldn’t do that to you. He couldn’t think about you like that. It was wrong.

So why the fuck was he hard right now…

Ony couldn’t lie about what he was feeling in this moment. He wouldn't admit it out loud because that was wrong. It was wrong to think about how soft you would feel underneath him. It was wrong to imagine what you face looked like when you came, how you thick hair fell across your pillow and your back arched into him. It was wrong of him to imagine the way you would squirm underneath him and his dick pushed into your cervix and his lips trailed from your toes down to the gold anklet he bought you for your birthday. It was definitely wrong for him to imagine the way you would cream against him as his hand wrapped gently around your neck and the other held your hips still so you couldn’t run from him. It was wrong of him to imagine the nail sets he always pays for scraping down his spine as he fucked tears from your eyes. The way your beautiful brown eyes would widen as he made you look at him while you cum because he knew it would break you. It was so fucking wrong.

But his dick couldn’t tell the difference.

Ony shook his head trying to clear his mind of those thoughts but it did nothing. Heat rose through his body as he quickly made his way to the bathroom. He turned the shower on and undresses before stepping inside. The icy temperature stung against his warm skin as he tried to drown the thoughts away. But as he stood there underneath the shower head, the only thing he could imagine was the fact that you had just gotten into the shower yourself. And his mind crafted images of you naked, body glistening in the water. Ony never cared for shower sex but he imagined it with you. He wondered what you thought about him. What was it about him that drove you over the edge. What turned you on? Did you taste as good as you always smelled? He imagined his tongue running up and down your core as he held you up by your thighs, your back presses against the shower wall.

A low groan released from his throat, the cold water doing nothing for him as the sounds of your moans replayed like the melodic notes of symphony, caressing his ears. Ony closed his eyes, head tilted back against the shower. “Fuck.” He let out, his body betraying him. His thick hands sliding down his body to offer himself some much needed release.

How the fuck was he supposed to face you in the morning…

[misscherry-26]

Will you be my valentine Daddy?

Pairing: CEO!Ari x Wife Reader x Daughter! Marie Levinson

Summary: Ari has a new Valentine's this year

Warnings: None. Pure love. Fluff. Cute.

Author's note: Happy Valentine's Day!! 💕 Thought on making a quick (and cute) one for today. I made Marie's drawing, since I thought it would be cute to see it.

No proofread. All mistakes my own. Let me know your thoughts about this after reading. Enjoy!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

“More pink mommy. Please.”

Your beautiful four-year old, Marie, demands nicely while focusing on her creation. Smiling, you carefully make more pink hearts with glitter on her drawing, mentally giggling at her determination on finishing it.

It’s currently 10:00 PM , and although she tends to be sleeping at this hour, you decided to let her stay awake a bit more since she insisted on it. And everything is because she wants to surprise her Daddy, AKA your husband, Ari.

Now for being four-years old she is very confident and determinated on getting something done (wanting too). She got that from your lover, ha. But also like him, when it comes to special people that she loves, she stops the world to give them everything.

And Ari Levinson can be the most exigent and cold CEO when it comes to work, but all that fades when he steps inside his house. His home. He is not only the best, most-caring lover that you are grateful to call husband (and grateful to everyday wake up in his arms), but the best Dad for Marie.

“Dis’ for daddy!” She proudly exclaims, showing you the drawing, which consists of small pink glitter hearts that fill the piece of paper and a big pink hand-painted heart that has inside two small drawings. One is Ari, the other is her. How cute.

“Aww baby, it’s beautiful! Daddy will love it” You encourage her as you take a pen a write on the paper a phrase that she asked you to write. But truth is, your husband will indeed love it. Both have a small album filled with nothing more than the drawings and painting your daughter made for you and him.

Marie jumps excited, clapping her hands together, “yay!” She picks the drawing and writes her name on it too. Her handwriting a bit messy, since she is still learning.

“What’s all this noise?” A masculine voice interrupts the short celebration.

“Daddy, no!” Your little girl exclaims running to prevent of your husband coming inside the room. Ari is standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, smiling.

“Close your eyes Daddy!” Marie says

“Okay! Okay! They are closed.” Ari says lowering to his daughters height, so she can see that her daddy is not lying.

She turns to you and smiles to which you nod. She takes the drawing and save it under her pillow. You make a mental note to take it out of there and place it on her pink nightstand, or else tomorrow morning the bed will be filled with pink glitter.

“You open now!” She approaches Ari, who opens his eyes and picks Marie up, tickling her with his beard.

“Daddy no! Tickles! Daddy!” She laughs and giggles. Ari smiles and stops, kissing her forehead gently. Marie lays her head on Ari’s chest as you approach.

“Ready to go to sleep baby?” You ask her while moving strands of her hair out of her face. Marie nods.

“What was all that noise about? What were you two doing huh?” Your husband asks curious as he lays in bed. Cuddling you from behind, sweetly kissing your neck. Marie fell asleep easily and after you and Ari’s nighttime routine (And after putting your daughter’s drawing on her nightstand) you two finally managed to get inside the bed.

You giggle, “Something that Marie wanted to do for you. But you will have to wait for tomorrow”

Ari shakes his head. “That girl, she’s sassy”

“She got that from you. Told you” You tease him.

He raises his eyebrows, “I’m not–”

But you quickly turn around, facing him and stops him from finishing.

He laughs. “Okay, yeah, you are right.”

You smile victoriously and kiss him briefly on the lips. Snuggling your head on his chest.

“Goodnight handsome” You close your eyes

“Goodnight sweetheart” He kisses the top of your head.

Both drift to sleep.

The sunlight makes presence on your room. You hear the door opening, small steps making presence. You open your eyes and see Marie, about to wake you up. You smile at her, she has Ari’s gift in hand. You nod and pick her up, placing her in the middle, between you and Ari. At the feeling of movement, Ari slowly opens his eyes and smiles when he sees his daughter.

“Morning babygirl. What are you doing here?” He moves up, enough to have a better view at his daughter.

Marie smiles and hands him the gift. “Happy Vaeentine’s Day, Daddy!” She exclaims and kiss his cheek. Ari blushes and hugs her. Seeing the drawing.

“Will you be my vaeentine’s?” She asks him.

Ari takes a moment to look at the drawing and smiles. It’s clearly that you were the one who wrote that prase on the drawing, but the fact that her daughter made it for him, melt his heart. He couldn’t have asked for a better family than Marie and you.

You know he won’t stop smiling for a couple of months. You mentally chuckle at that.

Your husbands look at you, then back to his little girl and nods, placing the drawing on his bedside table to pick her little girl and tickle her with kisses.

“Daddy!”

“Yes babygirl, I will be your valentine today. Today and always. Daddy loves you.”

Soon, the room is filled with giggles, tickles and love. Lots of love.

(Marie's drawing)

[ninapi]

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Wind Pillar ╝

Premise: Days in the life of the Shinazugawa household Pt.2. This is based on my previous story (link here).

Word Count: 3003

Note: This was requested by the lovely @dancingnewcat, "Shinazugawa household scenario when they ask where babies come from + when they hear 'noises' from their parents room and get confused and ask them about it." 🫶🏻

Warning: This might be an obvious warning but anyways, Suggestive content. Just a bit, no smut. It’s more funny than anything- 👀

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Sanemi’s children were all very well disciplined, his father reinforced the importance of a routine in each of them from a very early age and they wouldn’t dare to question their father. They all knew when to follow orders and knew it was on their best interest.

However, the one rule they all disliked very much was how early they had to go to bed.

It was no secret to anyone that this family worked a lot. They had a lot of mouths to feed, being consistent was important to say the least. And the field work was as exhausting as demanding. To you and Sanemi made perfect sense for the children to go to bed after a nice warm bath and a delicious home cooked dinner, they needed to rest to grow strong.

But to them it was nothing but a nuisance. Yes, they were tired, but they didn’t have much free time to read or play and would like to use some of that time off to do so.

While the youngest toddler would be the one to protest the most, Remi was the first one to fall asleep every day, even before Senri did. Sanehiko and Genma were a completely different story.

Genma liked to draw, and he was actually pretty good at it. His mother made a sketch book for him and that’s his biggest treasure. He stays up for an extra couple of hours at night trying to draw whatever that caught his eye that day. Today that was a caterpillar wiggling near his favorite tomato plant.

Sanehiko on the other hand loved to read. You were very insistent in teaching your eldest how to read and write, while Genma wasn’t the best, Sanehiko really enjoyed reading and would constantly reread your books, using his down time at night to do so.

They waited all day to get this freeing moment, it was their favorite time of the day. And it was very much so as well for their parents.

Sanemi was the most hardworking person you’ve ever met, thankfully he was your husband. But this also meant your time together wasn’t as abundant as you would like, even if you did everything together. He was very overprotective, and you were constantly pregnant, so he would make you rest inside and do minor jobs around the house while he would break his back outside in the fields with your eldest children. It was a rewarding feeling, having someone to treasure you this much, to worry this much about his family. You were a very lucky woman, that much you’re aware of.

This time of the day was Sanemi’s favorite too, very much like his sons, he waited all day for this very moment. The moment to have his beloved beautiful wife in his arms. If he was being honest, it’s all he thinks about all day. He craves the softness of your curves, the warmth of your chest, your soft caresses, and kisses. According to Uzui, he was lovesick. And he most definitely was, even if he’s been with you for over ten years now.

To him you were the definition of perfection, he could just stare at you all day and never get bored, it was even better than killing demons, a feeling like no other.

And nighttime was your time off. Your kids were in bed, your youngest child was now sleeping through the entire night without waking up much, your room was a peaceful little bubble where your love would bloom every night.

Sanemi was lovesick, yes.

But he was still a man.

And this man has needs.

Daily needs.

Tonight, you were particularly tired, Sae was not like any of your previous babies, this girl had an appetite, even taking care of your daily home tasks was difficult with her constantly asking for milk, you even had to miss the outings to the market every other day because of how drained you were.

Tonight, was one of those nights.

“She reminds me of you when we just met.” you were laying on your side, tucked cozily to your husband’s chest.

“What why me? She has your face, not mine.” he was scowling down at you, he loved his child, but she was truly feral when it came to food, he wasn’t like that at all.

“Well not really her, but my breasts are as sore as they were when we…well when we made Sanehiko.” your flustered self made Sanemi laugh loudly, he was particularly proud of himself back then, leaving you pregnant was well intended, he was the only child that was actually planned, he was dying to stuff you full with his child, there was nothing he wanted more in the world.

“She’s my daughter after all. Do you want a little massage? You know I’m good with my hands.” That was a very tempting offer, even just laying on your side was painful, they were full of milk and sensitive due to the continuous sucking of your daughter.

“Hmmm…you are indeed…if you aren’t too tired, I would have to accept that offer.” his hands were experts in the art of disrobing his lovely wife, within seconds your sore assets had been freed from confinement and were being diligently caressed by your skillful husband.

It felt good, you could feel all the pressure knotting on the top part of your breasts due to their heaviness leave in an instant, making you hum quietly in delight.

He was being as careful as possible as to not cause the milk to come out, but they were so full it was an impossible task, the sight of your bouncy, delectable and leaking breasts never failed to turn him on to his highest, you were just so gorgeous, he could just eat you all up every day.

His arousal was now obviously pressing onto one of your thighs, making you very much aware of what this would end up as, you were tired but never too tired for your man.

“Nemi…” a mewl louder than intended left your lips as one of his hands was replaced by his hungry mouth, your mind was going blank, your body craving more and more of his.

You are normally very careful to not let your voice go wild; your kids were right next door. But there were days you couldn’t even differentiate how loud you were, being so full of your husband in more than one way drowned all your senses.

Little Genma was leaning against the wall that divided both rooms, still up and trying to get his tomatoes as round as the real ones when he heard something, making him get up instantly, startling his older brother.

“What is it Genma? Need me to take you to the toilet?”

“Nii-chan, I heard something.” his eyes were wide opened, confused, worried, he didn’t know what to think.

“Something like what-“ before Genma could even reply to his brother, Sanehiko could hear one of his father’s feral growl-like grunts echoing throughout the house.

“Oh, I see. We are probably having another sibling soon then.” he went back into his futon, turning on his side as to cover his idle ear and be able to focus on his reading.

Genma was speechless, even more confused than ever. He could swear he heard his lovely mother, most likely in pain and now his father sounded somewhat dangerous. Was it ok for him to stay in his room? Should he not go and make sure his mother was fine?

“Don’t even think about going to check on her, Genma. Father would have your head on a plate for that.” the glare his older brother was giving him meant troubles, but he was so very worried for his mother’s well being, he had to do something.

“Go to sleep now, you can finish your drawing tomorrow. Trust me, mother will be fine.” he knew how attached his little brother was to his mother, every time he heard her make the slightest sound of discomfort he would run over to see if he could help her in any way, Sanehiko could see the desperate look on his little brother’s face.

“Come here, you can sleep with me tonight.” moving aside, he set his book down and brought his baby brother safely by his side, covering one of his little ears with his hand to make sure the toddler couldn’t hear anything else that could aggravate him further.

It was a rare occasion, you both really tried hard to conceal every littlest sound of pleasure for the sake of your children, no matter how much Sanemi loved your lovely cries of love, your children were first. But Sanehiko noticed that not long after it happens every time, his mother would start getting rounder, another sibling arriving later. He was a clever boy even without knowing much about the subject.

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As soon as Genma heard you in the kitchen the next morning, he ran over to you, lifting both of your arms up and checking every inch of you, making sure you were ok.

“Good morning my love, did you have a nice sleep?” he just nodded in disinterest. Once he finished verifying his mother was in one piece, the hateful glare he shut his father made him choke on his tea.

“What is that look supposed to mean young man?” he knew angering his father was a bad idea, but he couldn’t even sleep properly thinking of what could all that mean.

“Father, how do you make babies?” the pan you were holding fell on the kitchen floor spilling all its content. You were not expecting to have this talk so soon, at least not with Genma.

“Why do you care? Want one? I have a couple I could let you borrow.” Sanemi was trying to stir the child away from his question as a way to lower the amount of stress radiating from you at the moment.

“I heard you being mean with mother last night and nii-chan said you were making babies. I want an explanation. Does it hurt you, mother? If so, please don’t make any more.” Your husband came to your rescue as you almost fainted at the newly gained information.

Your son heard you.

Your baby boy, the light of your eyes, heard you moaning your husband’s name.

You felt awful, disgusted with your own self. How to explain this to a five-year-old?

“Ugh, it does hurt but only when they come out and I am never mean to your mother, you should know that.” and he wasn't, if there was someone that knew this to be true were his children. He could never even get angry at you, he would get angry at them, but he would rather get hurt himself than do any potential harm to his dear love.

“Then why was she crying in pain last night? Don’t think I didn’t hear it! And I heard you too, father. Being all mean!”

“I did no such thing. How do you know it was me? Maybe it was a wolf, we live up a mountain after all, that’s our every day. And the painful cry you heard, wasn’t it a deer? Remember we heard one the other day that sounded just like a crying woman? That was most likely it.” Genma was now getting confused, easily being swayed by his father’s distractions. He knows what he did, he is 100% sure that what his son heard had to do with the wonderful night of lovemaking he and his wife shared hours ago, but he didn’t want you to pass out in shame he had to do something.

“I would recognize my mother’s voice anywhere.” Having this little creature scowling up at Sanemi was almost comical, but Sanehiko being the responsible older brother he is, had to do something before the situation escalated.

“It wasn’t a wolf father, don’t worry I made sure it was you guys. I told Genma to leave you alone, the baby making is usually this loud, he probably just doesn’t remember.” all remaining color from your face left, your cold hands reaching over for your husband’s in agony.

Your first born knew about this, heard you more than once.

You were terrible parents, you should both be punished by law. Beating yourself over your own actions, your eyes began to water, sending Sanemi into panic mode.

“So what if we did? Is not like you can boss me around, kid. She’s your mother, but she was my wife first, and I’ll put as many babies in her as I want. End of the story, go grab some eggs for breakfast.” he was cradling your face gently, nuzzling your nose with his own, trying to bring you back to life with his warmth.

“But father, how does it work?” Sanemi’s veins were popping out of his forehead, toddlers can be a pain with all their questions and curious nature and he loves his toddlers, but his wife looked like a corpse, he needed to end this conversation now.

Sanehiko jumped in, sensing his father’s wrath. “Do you remember when Cookie was pregnant? Before it happened we saw Blue climbing onto her back and she looked like she was in a lot of pain too. That’s how blue put Milky inside of her.” Sanemi’s hands fell from your face, that was it, his wife would pass out for sure. He never expected his son to use cows as analogy for his younger brother.

Genma’s face was one full of horror imagining his poor beloved mother being rammed into like poor little Cookie.

“But how does the baby go inside? Where does it come from? I didn’t see Blue putting anything inside, no babies came out.” That was it, you were losing it.

“Sweetie, we will explain this a bit better when you grow up, ok? Just know I’m fine, I’m in no form of pain, your father would never hurt me.”

“Okay, but can I ask one more question?” nobody answered so the child continues, “I think I saw Blue peeing inside of Cookie. So, you pee inside of the other and then a baby comes out? Does this mean if I pee on a tree, babies will come out of flowers?” your baby boy was adorable no one could deny that, but just as troublesome.

“It’s a different kind of pee.”

“SANEMI!” you swatted his arm in alarm, you really didn’t want to continue with this conversation, why was he being like this!

“Another type of pee? So, I don’t have flower babies then? Maybe I should listen to mother and only pee in the toilet just in case.”

“Y-yes, that’s it baby. Let’s just pee in the toilet, ok? Now can you go and get the eggs for your father, please?” he’s never seen your face get this red, he made you uncomfortable and he knows it, but he really wanted to know more about this.

“I have one more question mother, just one more, I promise.” you defleated on a chair, braising yourself for what was to come.

“Isn’t it gross that father pees in you? Was I born out of pee? You told me pee was the water I drink during the day. Is that why we are 80% water? Oh! Is there some kind of special drink father has to drink to pee babies?”  Didn’t he say he had one question-

Sanemi got up to block you from sight, crouching down to his son’s size. “Genma. Baby pee is not water, it comes out of you only when needed, you don’t have to worry about peeing babies now, your body can’t do that yet, you’re too young, not even Sanehiko can. Once your body is ready for that, I will tell you all you need to know about it, ok? Now let’s just not mention this again around your mother, alright? It’s a little embarrassing for her.” he knew mentioning the effect on his mother would end the conversation, he would never do anything to make his mother feel bad.

“Why is she embarrassed? I thought she was proud of me….” his little bottom lip was jutting out, eyes glistening with unshed tears. That’s it, now he made his son cry, great, just great.

Coming out from behind your husband, you spoke in a soft tone, laced with as much love as discomfort, “I am, my love. I would never be embarrassed of any of you, I love you so, so much, you make us proud every day just by being here with us. I just don’t know how explain this without making you worry, baby. I promise your father has never been mean to me, you trust me, right?”

“More than anything.” he waddled over into your arms, wanting to be comforted by his loving mother. Truth is he was very worried last night, he is happy to know his mother wasn’t in pain, even if he had now some other sanitary concerns.

Remi was up by the door listening to everything without any of you knowing. All this conversation picking her interest.

“So, someone will pee inside Remi one day?” she was making her way over to her parents, now it was Sanemi’s turn to lose his balance.

“WHAT? No, never. Nobody will ever do that. I would cut their dick in half before they even get near you, princess.” his daughter was pouting, still sleepy and very confused.

“What’s a dick, ppa?” he went white as a ghost, this was your time to rescue your man.

“Is what men use to pee, baby.” you took her from Sanemi’s arms, giving him space to breathe.

“So ppa has one too? Can I see it?” a loud thump could be heard, Sanemi fell on his butt, his eyes lost in the distance. Ah~ So this is how you felt just now…

“He does, but you’ve seen one already. You help mama change Senri every day, don’t you my love?”

“Oh!! The acorn looking thingy! Remi knows!” the look of despair in Sanemi’s face made you laugh, your family is like no other, of that, you were sure.

“That’s it. Now how about we all start preparing breakfast? I don’t know you, but I’m starving!” Seemed like the interrogation was now over, the kids went to their room to bring both missing siblings to the dining area.

Finally, you both got to breathe.

“Thanks babe. I thought it would never end. How did we even get into this mess? We were so quiet last night...” Sanemi wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a loving kiss to the back of your neck.

“I can’t believe they heard us, Nemi. We gotta be more careful!” to this he only nodded, you were so warm, it was distracting him, his hips started looking for friction on their own, very quickly forgetting everything you just said.

“Shinazugawa Sanemi! Are you trying to pee in me with your acorn thingy?” you really knew how to kill a hard on.

Both of you burst into a fit of loud laughter, parenting was hard, you had areas of improvement just like everyone, nobody was perfect. But marrying you was more to Sanemi than just a way to keep living, you weren’t just his wife, you were his best friend, the best lover there is, the best mother ever. He loved how even after the messy morning you just had you could still laugh together like you did all those years back when you were younger and were experimenting with one and another, life was perfect all thanks to you.

“Yup, you fucking caught me. I’ll make sure to save some for after dinner, see how many acorns can fit in your-“

“PPA!” Remi was waiting for her father out by the front door impatiently.

“Coming princess. Let’s go for those eggs.” He’s never shut up this fast in his entire life, being a parent is hard, specially when your wife is as addicting as his is.

Acorns would never look the same to any of you.

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[khaire-traveler]

🏞️ Subtle Lethe Worship 🪦

A majority of this will be UPG. There is very little information out there on the worship of Lethe.

Visit a local river, creek, or body of water; sit beside it and relax - draw, paint, fish, etc.

Take a walk/hike along or near a river

Fall asleep/meditate to the sound of rivers, caves, or forests

Have a candle that reminds you of her (no altar needed)

Wear jewelry that reminds you of her

Keep a picture of her in your wallet

Have a stuffed animal of whatever you associate with forgetfulness or oblivion

Have symbols of rivers (especially those leading into caves), cypress trees, caves, coins, or rowboats around

Collect river water (please do not drink this)

Grow moss, pothos, english ivy, spider plants, bamboo, or other water based plants

Honor your ancestors or passed loved ones

Have a collection of coins with the intention of dedicating them to any souls in need of coins to cross with Charon into the Underworld

Practice mindfulness; practice patience

Feed local fish or water-based fowl (no breads please; research what is best to feed these animals)

Take a walk in the moonlight (if safe to do so in your area)

Explore a nearby cave/take a cave tour (safely!!!)

Visit hot springs if able; take a dip in them

Drink water regularly; stay hydrated

Learn to go with the flow more; practice releasing control

Take a warm bath/shower, especially at the end of the day; maybe have floating tea lights and calming herbs in the bath (safely)

Make a list of your favorite memories or memories that make you smile/laugh

Take lots of pictures, especially of things you find beautiful or dear to your heart

Try learning to kayak, paddle board, or something similar

Collect river rocks

Let go of things that no longer serve you

Recognize how far you've come; take a moment to acknowledge all your personal growth

Drink a warm tea or comforting beverage

Engage in activities that calm/relax you

Sit in silence for a bit; take this time to decompress or meditate; you're more than welcome to engage in quiet activities

Allow yourself to feel your feelings; find healthy outlets for these emotions (drawing, boxing, dancing, singing, etc.)

Practice forgiveness towards yourself; come to terms with past mistakes

Support environmental preservation organizations

Pick up trash from nearby rivers, streams, or creeks

Stand in river water; ground yourself using the waters; think of anything you want to let go of and imagine that as a paper boat floating away from you down the river

Try to maintain a consistent sleep schedule

Have a nighttime routine

Take care of yourself emotionally and physically

Listen to music that relaxes/comforts/soothes you; sing or dance to it

Leave a glass of river water out on your windowsill, especially at night; replace it if it starts getting gross or something

Make your space comfortable and relaxing for you; maybe decorate with cool colored fairy lights or fake vines

Hang up any pictures that make you think fondly of on your walls; keep a photo album

If you struggle to remember to do tasks, write yourself reminders and sticky notes in places you'll see them

Camp somewhat near a small stream or river (BE AWARE OF FLASH FLOODS!!!)

Practice mindfulness

If you swim, float on your back for awhile; if not, close your eyes while relaxing in a bathtub or while sitting in the shower

Burn incense that relaxes you (leave a window open for this to help your lungs)

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I will likely add more later as this list doesn't feel complete to me. This was pretty tough to come up with ideas for, but I did my best! For now, this is my list of discreet ways to worship Lethe. I hope someone finds this helpful. May Lethe relieve your pain and worries, if you wish her to. ����

List of Subtle Worship Master list

[sugarbabey0]

Glamrock Bonnie x GN Reader

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Summary: You started at the PizzaPlex as a nighttime security guard weeks ago, and had yet to run into the infamous Glamrock Bonnie. When you finally do, he offers to bowl with (or technically against) you.

Little did he know you sucked at bowling. Bad.

Basically Bonnie teaches you to bowl after you pathetically embarrass yourself :D

Word Count: 2,637

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hi this is really self indulgent because i want more silly bonnie fics and there’s not enough for me. so i just wrote my own yippeeee

(this can also be found on my ao3 @/bonnieluvr05)

One last stop. One last place to check before you could reside in the security office with a large cup of coffee and some snacks for the rest of the night. Finally. Not that being the only human security guard-or just human, period- in the PizzaPlex was bad, it just got a little lonely. And once you got to the office, you could scroll mindlessly on your phone and occasionally check the cameras. Once you did a sweep of the whole plex, the rest of the night consisted of watching them to make sure no one snuck in. And nothing happened. Ever. It really just served as a time for you to catch up on shows or play games on your phone. And that, you didn’t mind one bit. Getting paid 20 dollars an hour to do basically nothing? Sounded like a plan.

The loud sounds of the Fazcade- that you could still somehow hear over your earbuds- faded as you walked towards your last stop for the night. You’d just so happened to leave your favorite place for last. Coincidence or not, you let out a relieved breath as the Bonnie Bowl logo came into view. Ever since you started here a few weeks ago, the vibe of the bowling alley seemed to be the one you were most drawn to. You’d never actually bowled here or met the infamous bunny mascot, but when you would do your routine sweeps, this place put you at the most ease. Maybe it was the nostalgia of bowling alleys since you hadn’t bowled since you were a child.

Avoiding the various security bots patrolling around, you came to a stop in front of the elevators to enter Bonnie Bowl. You pushed the button and waited before stepping in. Once it reached the top floor and the doors opened, you stepped in with perhaps a little too much enthusiasm. You couldn’t help it, you really did love the atmosphere of this place. And you got to relax after you were done.

You flicked on your flashlight and began checking the main lobby to make sure there was nothing unusual. As you scanned the area, you stalled on the rows upon rows of bowling balls of various colors and patterns. One on the far end caught your eye though. It was isolated, to begin with. Standing upon its own stand was a deep indigo ball with red stars of different sizes scattered among it. You kept half heartedly scanning the area with your light as you approached it. When you got to the ball, you reached your hand out to feel it, and you could tell by the rough exterior this was a well loved ball.

You were busy examining it when you heard a muffled voice. You froze. Who on earth was that? You didn’t think there was anyone when you scanned the area, but then again you were so excited to look at all the bowling balls that you did a half ass look around. The voice in your head began pulling far fetched scenarios out, making you hesitant to do anything. Surely if it was someone here to hurt you they’d have done it by now, not talked to you. You pulled an earbud out slowly, and kept your stare on the bowling ball in front of you.

“-you like?” The voice became clear after your hearing was back to normal, but you still were scared and confused. If it were a trespasser, they’d definitely not be talking. So, you turned around. And standing in front of you was none other than Glamrock Bonnie himself.

The animatronics were still something you were getting used to. You were never a fan of them as a child, as their blank stares and jerky movements always rubbed you the wrong way. But when you started working here, your whole perception of them was flipped. These animatronics were fluid, had expressive faces, and their ai made them feel oddly human. It was quite the opposite of the ones you’d known as a kid.

Bonnie was one you’d never even seen in person. You caught a glance of the main four of the band on stage finishing a show one night as you came in, and the daycare attendant personally sought you out and introduced himself to you on your first night. Once or twice you’d bumped into Freddy before he went off and did… whatever it was they did at night. But other than that, you tended to steer clear of them. They still freaked you out a little and you’d rather get your job done quickly.

You realized you’d been staring for a good while and cleared your throat awkwardly.

“Oh. Hello.” You said quietly. You felt a lot more relaxed after you saw it was just one of the animatronics, and not a murderer. Still a little uneasy, but not scared. You realized he said something earlier but you didn’t pick it up.

“What were you saying?” You asked, offering him a small smile. He stepped closer to you and pointed to the bowling ball you’d been examining.

“Said, see something you like?” His eyes gleamed with pride as he smiled and said, “That one’s mine.

Ah. That would explain it being isolated. You shrugged as you glanced back at the ball with a frown. “Was just trying to remember the last time I even bowled. It’s been a few years. I used to love it as a kid.”

When you looked back up, Bonnie was grinning instead of smiling. Wow, these animatronics sure were expressive. He gestured to the rows of bowling balls. “Pick one out and we’ll play right now.”

You stared at him. What? You started to fabricate a lie, because in all honesty you just wanted to get back and relax in the office. “I’d love to, but I have to get back to the security office so I can watch the cams,” You gave a small smile as an apology and began to walk towards the door, but a metallic hand on your shoulder stopped you.

“You’re passing up an offer to bowl with the Glamrock Bonnie. You sure? I don’t offer that often.” He said in a voice that seemed to be challenging you. Great, now you couldn’t say no.

With a sigh, you turned back around and looked him in the eye. “Okay, okay. But I can’t stay long, because I don’t wanna be fired. Maybe one round.” He seemed to perk up at this, and you noticed his ears stood a little taller. Cute.

You scanned the racks of balls and decided on a neon pink one. After you picked your bowling ball up and Bonnie grabbed his, the two of you headed for the lanes. He had a huge smile and kept looking back at you, almost like he was expecting you to be gone. But every time, you were still right there, and still lugging the heavy bowling ball you’d picked.

Once you got to the lanes, you both put your balls into a return machine. You looked at Bonnie, waiting for him to start.

“We’ll play one round and then see what time it is. How about that?” He offered as he typed his name into the screen. He looked at you, waiting for both your answer and to put your name in.

“Yeah, sounds good to me.” You answered as you walked over and typed in your name, noticing he set his as GLAMBON. You looked over at him and giggled, “Do people call you Bon often or did your name just not fit?”

Bonnie’s ears twitched and he shrugged. “Um, didn’t fit,” he mumbled, and you saw he was avoiding looking at you directly. “Should’ve just put Bonnie, Bon’s a stupid nickname anyways..”

You shrugged. You thought it was rather cute, and asked simply because of that. You didn’t say anything, though, as it seemed you already embarrassed him enough.

Bonnie waited for the screen to light up signaling it was ready and walked to the edge of the lane. He looked over his shoulder at you with a glint in his eye. He had his challenging tone back as he spoke, “Ready to get your butt kicked?”

You simply laughed, knowing fully that you probably wouldn’t even come close to his score. He practically lived and breathed bowling. He was the bowling animatronic! You watched as Bonnie threw the ball in one fluid motion, it rolling down the middle of the lane and hitting the pins. All 10 knocked over.

You were honestly impressed.

Bonnie turned around and dramatically bowed, opening one eye as he bent down to gauge your reaction. You dismissed him with a chuckle and picked your ball up, ready to be publicly humiliated. You got to the lane and glanced back at Bonnie.

“Don’t laugh,” was all you said as you pathetically rolled your ball down the lane. It veered to the left, and ended up in the gutter in seconds. You put your head in your hands, shaking it as you heard zero pins be knocked over. Just your dumb ball rolling into the back of the lane. And then you heard it get returned, and that’s when you finally lifted your head and began to turn around.

Your turn got cut short when Bonnie appeared directly behind you with your ball. “Here, I’ll show you how.”

You jumped at his sudden appearance and felt your ears turn red. You hoped him showing you was just him literally showing you and explaining. This was embarrassing enough that you sucked ass at bowling. Now he was gonna teach you how like you were a child. You grabbed the ball, turning back around as quickly as you could. Now you didn’t know what to expect.

What you really didn’t expect was for Bonnie to grab both of your forearms, his entire form engulfing yours as he stood behind you. This was weirdly personal and you could feel every movement Bonnie took. He guided your right arm up until it was bent at the elbow and the ball was right in front of you.

“You want to start here. Really lets you wind up to roll,” he said slowly, “Make sure you support the ball with your other hand.”

His voice vibrated his whole body, which in turn made yours rumble, too. He moved your other arm to support the ball, not that you needed it. He was supporting it all. You were pretty sure your face was bright red from a mix of embarrassment and some other emotion at this point, but you simply nodded as a way to let him know to move to the next step.

“Then,” he started as he moved your right arm back down, pulling you down as well, “you want to slightly bend over as you start to wind up.”

You tried as hard as you could to retain this information, but your mind was going a million miles per minute. You tried to knock some sense into yourself. He probably did this all the time with children, right? Kids suck at bowling, you suck at bowling. Easy solution. Nothing else going on, just his bowling and childcare programming kicking in.

“Okay, then do I just roll it?” You asked, looking back at him from over your shoulder. He laughed, shaking his head.

“Too impatient. You could, but then it won’t go where you want it to. You have to wind all the way back first,” he said, still speaking softly. He pulled away from you. “Stay crouched down, too.”

You mentally groaned at the loss of Bonnie behind you. It was oddly comforting. You listened to him and stayed in a lowered position, trying to remember how you got here. He finally let go of your arms and stepped to the side.

“Now put it all together and see how you do this time.”

You sighed, partly from the loss of Bonnie’s hold but also because you retained maybe two steps. Standing to your full height again, you ran back through the steps. You rolled the ball and it stayed in the middle, for the most part, and as it reached the pins all but three knocked over. You turned to Bonnie, a wide smile growing on your face. His expression matched yours as he started clapping.

“I did that! How did I do that?” You exclaimed, grabbing his arm and shaking him excitedly. Never in your life had you bowled that well. He let you celebrate and watched with a soft look in his eyes.

“See, I’m not the bowling mascot for nothing,” he shrugged, that challenging tone back. You realized he’d gotten vulnerable with you while showing you how to bowl, but quickly covered that side of him back up as soon as he’d shown it.

The two of you played a full round after that, you slowly improving. Even though you got no strikes, nor got close to Bonnie’s score, it still was enjoyable.

“Got my butt kicked, for sure..” you mumbled, staring at the screen in front of you. Bonnie chuckled and hesitated above the ‘play again’ button. He looked over to you for an answer.

You glanced at your watch, seeing that it was already 4 am. You were scheduled until 6, so technically you could stay…

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. Just glad you played one round with me,” Bonnie said quietly, cutting off your thoughts. You frowned at his saddened state, and shrugged.

“I could stay. It would just be your fault if someone broke in and trashed the place,” you laughed, reaching over and hitting the button before he could answer.

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After the two of you played for longer than you probably should’ve, a beeping from your watch pulled you out of the game you had been in the middle of. You looked down and quickly realized it was the alarm to remind you to clock out and leave soon.

“Wow, it’s already 5:45. I’ve gotta go soon,” you said quietly, looking over as Bonnie came walking back from the lane. He frowned.

“Aww, really? The score was just starting to get close!” He exclaimed. You laughed in response.

“Yeah, I finally know how to play. Thank you,” you smiled, patting his arm. He beamed, dramatically bowing again.

“Oh yeah, forgot I taught you how to do all those cool tricks,” he grinned, standing back up and putting a hand on your shoulder. “Come back next shift, we’ll have to have a rematch.”

You felt your ears turn red hot and nodded. It made you smile knowing that Bonnie liked you enough to invite you to come back again to bowl. Then again, you wanted to come back anyways. You were probably going to drop by Bonnie Bowl more often on your shifts now, whether he invited you or not.

“Okay, gotta go for real now. I have to actually get the place ready for the openers,” you smiled, and gave Bonnie one last glance before starting to walk toward the elevators to leave. You got cut off when Bonnie grabbed your forearm. You turned around, cocking an eyebrow up in question.

He held his arms out, silently asking for a hug. You chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his mid section.

“See you tomorrow, Bon.”

You heard Bonnie’s internal fans kick on as the nickname left your mouth, and you let him let go of the hug first.

“Okay, get out of here before you make me actually overheat,” Bonnie said with a small laugh, patting your head and beginning to walk back towards the lanes.

You smiled and left, looking forward to your next shift for once in your life.

[stnkiconverse]

totally not inspired by that one ask you did (/lh) but would you be able to write hc's for Eyeless Jack and an age regressor reader ( 🙌🏼)

(Reminder: I stick VERY closely to my HCs and WILL apply it to all my work unless you refuse it in your request!!)

Eyeless Jack with Age Regressor!Reader !!

- Eyeless Jack first noticed your age-regressive behavior during one of your more vulnerable moments. You were playing with toys and engaging in childlike activities, which seemed out of place for someone your age.

- Initially puzzled, Jack observed you silently for a few days, trying to understand the behavior without intruding.

- One day, he decided to approach you gently, asking in his typically calm, dry manner if everything was alright. This opened up a conversation where you explained age regression to him.

- Understanding the concept, Jack realized it was a coping mechanism for you. He listened intently, his protective instincts kicking in as he learned more about your needs.

- Jack's extensive medical knowledge allowed him to grasp the psychological aspects of age regression quickly. He reassured you that it was okay and that you could always feel safe around him.

- He decided to create a special area in his hideout just for you, filled with blankets, stuffed animals, and toys to make you feel comfortable and secure.

- Jack began incorporating age-appropriate activities into your daily routine, understanding that structure and familiarity would help you feel safe and supported.

- He adjusted his typically dry humor to be more playful and lighthearted when interacting with you, aiming to make you laugh and feel at ease.

- Jack started playing classical and instrumental music more often, knowing it helped create a calm environment for you.

- He became more attentive to your emotional cues, learning to recognize when you were regressing and needed extra comfort or reassurance.

- When you were in a regressed state, Jack made sure to be present and engaged, playing with you or simply sitting nearby to provide a sense of security.

- He learned to speak softly and gently during your regressed moments, offering comforting words and reassurance.

- Jack respected your need for space and independence, but he was always nearby, ready to offer support whenever you needed it.

- He found ways to incorporate sensory toys into your environment, understanding they helped you manage stress and anxiety.

- Jack ensured that you had a balanced diet, carefully preparing meals that were both nutritious and comforting, despite his own inability to eat human food. (Asking other pastas)

- He made it a point to spend time with you during your regressed moments, creating a bond based on trust and understanding.

- Jack used his silent footsteps to check on you discreetly, ensuring you felt safe without feeling watched or judged.

- He adapted his nighttime wanderings to ensure he was always back in time to be there for you when you woke up, providing a consistent and reassuring presence.

- Jack found ways to gently guide you back to an adult mindset when needed, always patient and understanding, never forcing or rushing the process.

- He became your protector and confidant, making sure that you always felt valued, safe, and understood in your unique way of coping with the world.

- He also spends some healthy time away from you so you don’t feel like he’s too clingy or like he’s overwhelming you.

That’s all I have right now! (This is so much more than the last one😭😭)

[saturnbellfromhell]

SKINCARE HOLY GRAILS

So today's post is something a bit different than my usual. If I'm not reading and exploring astrology, I'm wrapped up in my robe doing my skincare. I've had a tough year with many breakouts, even though I've never had problems before. After many trials and errors I've come to make the routine that has helped my skin tremendously! I still do battle some hormonal breakouts and dark spots, but they are fading away as we speak. So today I'm sharing some tips and tricks, holy grails and routines that helped my skin flourish!

❕I want to add a disclaimer that I am by no means a cosmetologist nor dermatologist. If you can, I highly advise you to visit a dermatologist to help out in the skin department.

With that being said I'll firstly talk about a routine called SKIN CYCLING before we get into the products.

🤍Skin cycling is a process where you literally "cycle" products so you don't breakout. This is also an amazing tactic if you're adding a new product to your routine. My skin is highly reactive and sensitive, so by just putting something with a new ingredient on my face everyday, it will cause severe purging or even breakouts. I've had this happend when using salicylic acid. I would read how it's good to purge and waited a month and the breakouts kept coming. It was painful and ugly. So I decided to skin cycle and I've never had a problem with salicylic acid ever again.

My cycle consists of 4 days:

1. Normal skincare

2. Normal skincare

3. Exfoliation night

4. Recovery night

You go back and forth with your exfoliation and recovery nights and normal skincare. I find that by doing this my skin is never dry, patchy or iritated. For each of these days I have different moisturizers.

I would firstly recommend if you're starting off to just find an amazing cleanser, moisturizer and spf cream. Later you can add on, experiment with serums, retinols etc... If you have a damaged skin barrier be sure to stick to soothing cleansers and moisturizers. Don't beat your face, it will not be forgiving...trust me.

🤍Some of my tips&tricks I've learned over the years:

▫️Do your night routine atleast an hour before going to bed, so the products doesn't just end up on your sheets.

▫️Change your bed sheets every 5-7 days, I change every 5 days, but a week is totally fine.

▫️Stop touching your face after touching your hair. Your hair has many natural oils and putting it on your face afterwards can cause a breakout.

▫️Double cleansing is a must in the nighttime routine, especially if you wear makeup or work in a dusty environment.

▫️Really learn about your skin before getting into skincare, you have to know  what you're dealing with. This is the biggest tip I have. The more you know your skin, the better products you'll find for your it.

▫️I know this is a classic one, but diet is really important. Even though I'm not that sensitive to this, I know many are. Dairy, fatty foods, fast food, snacks, soda, sugar and alcohol can have a huge impact how your skin treats you. By all means this DOESN'T mean you can't eat anything. Cut one out and bring it back to see if there's any change. For me I eat sugar only on special events and I watch out with my alcohol intake.

▫️Put different moisturisers on different parts of your face. In my nighttime routine I have two moisturizers one that I put on my oily parts and the other that I put on my really sensitive and reactive parts. This one is a personal tip and it helped me a lot. Since my cheeks are so dry I can't use the same moisturiser on my cheeks and my chin ,my chin is very oily, has whiteheads  and is prone to a lot of breakouts. My chin can take stronger ingredients and even fragrance, but my cheek area is strictly for soothing creams with no perfume whatsoever.

🤍HOLY GRAILS

So I'll put the products into 4 sections, because I use them separately.

1. Morning Holy Grails

🤍 The Holika Holika Aloe Cleansing Foam

This product is the one I repurchase every month or two. If I had to choose the product that saved my skin, ding ding she gets the reward. It takes off makeup, cleanses your skin without it feeling stripped away, it leaves such a glow afterwards. I'm obsessed with this cleanser. It's also suitable for me in the summer and winter!

🤍 Cerave Hydrating cream-foam Cleanser

This one is a classic in the skincare community, because it does what it needs to do! I used this cleanser for 2 years until buying the Holika one. Cerave is the best big store brand for me. It never caused any damage to my skin, it's dermalogically tested and all their products are fragrance free. Simple, inexpensive and good. A good starter cleanser in my opinion.

🤍 Skin 79's Calming Aloe Vera Gel

You can see a pattern, aloe vera is the ingrediant for me! This gel has been a staple in my routine for atleast 3 years. It's an amazing layering moisturizer in the winter and daily moisturizer in the summer. It's fresh and light on the skin. Helps with dark spots and makes skin appear so bouncy!

🤍 Cerave Daily Moisturising Cream

Also another classic one, but I haven't found my perfect morning cream to date. This one is also fast and simple. It's lightweight, has hyaluronic acid and is really easy to use. It keeps the face nicely moisturized threw the day! This one is more of a summer moisturizer or if I'm staying in. The one labeled dry to extra dry I get in the winter!

2. Nighttime Holy Grails

🤍 CORSX Snail 96 Mucin

It's a little bit on the pricer side so I only use it before sleeping! It's amazing for repairing a damaged skin barrier and just the glow you get afterwords! Also amazing for recovery days.

🤍 The Effaclar Duo(+) from La Roche Posay

This is the star of the show! If I had to pick a favorite cream it goes to this one! This cream absolutely changed how I looked in a matter of 2 weeks. It exfoliates dead skin cells, reduces the look of dark spots and is very gentle! Highly recommend this even though it's also on the pricer side, but it's worth it.

🤍 La Roche Posay Lipikar Baume

Another La Roche product, because they are so good in my eyes. This moisturizer was introduced by my brother who has eczema and dermatitis. I used it on my cheeks one time and feel in love. It is a winter cream since it's very inriched. It's not heavy on the face and I use it if I've been out the whole day and the wind ate up my skin. It does wonders for my hands and knuckles since they are prone to being extra dry aswell. It's also good for recovery days!

3. Exfoliation Holy Grails

🤍 Cerave SA Soothing Cleanser

This cleanser is really rough on skin if I use it everyday, but every 4th day it does the job! I can tell it helps clear out my whiteheads and blackheads. I use it on my T zone area every 4 days and on my cheeks every 8th day, since they are so sensitive. Once I learned how to properly use this cleanser my skin has been doing amazing.

🤍 Aztec Clay Mask

A very popular product and I get why! This clay mask is better for me in the summer since it is so intense. I mix it with water and leave it on 5-7 minutes.

🤍 Inninisfree Pore Cleaning Clay Mask

I found out about this clay mask last summer and I can't describe how much I adore it. It's a more gentle clay mask where you don't feel any pulling sensation. I use this one in the winter more since it is so gentle. Highly recommend this aswell!

4. Recovery Day Holy Grails

🤍 La Roche Posay Lipikar cleanser

This cleanser is very rich and soft, I stay away from it on a daily basis because it's too heavy for everyday use. This cleanser is for very iritated and dry skin. I use this after my exfoliation night to bring back some moisture to my skin. It's extremely soothing and good for people with dry, itching and sensitive skin.

🤍 La Rosay Posay Cicaplast Baume B5+

This is a skin savior! Also it's a little pricey, but since I don't use it very often it's worth the price. This cream is amazing in recovery, to repair the skin barrier and for any anomalies. For example for the past week I've been down with the flu, after wiping your nose 1001 times the nose area can become quite inflamed, red and iritated. After using this two days in a row you can't even tell I had a runny nose, it's that amazing.

- just to be clear I have combination skin that is very dry mostly so a lot of these products are not for acne prone skin. The only products I would recommend to oily and acne prone people are the aloe vera, snail mucin and the effalcar duo!

🤍Hope you enjoyed and if ypu have any questions, I'll anwser them all in the comments!

Xoxo Numa

[femmefatalevibe]

Hello dear,

I'm an older woman who didn't have the chance to be guided when I was younger about selfcare, about beauty (makeup, clothes, accessories, etc.), the importance of looking my best, and about wanting to move forward professionally.

I've always admired the way women carried themselves in the 1940's (their clothes, their femininity) and I'm getting inspiration from that era for hair, makeup and clothes. This kind of information is pretty easy to find. My problem is I lack self-discipline when it's time to take care of myself, since I feel I was not taught properly, and I find it difficult to create a routine and sometimes even to get out of the house looking by best.

Could you please help me define a routine (morning and night) and new partterns, along with a mindset to achieve the self-representation of my dreams?

Hi love! So excited for you to start this self-care journey and prioritize yourself. I believe it's always the right time to start a routine that makes you feel better about yourself. Focus on the small things and begin habit-stacking. I have a goal-setting, productivity, and self-discipline guide linked HERE to get you started.

To become consistent with self-care habits, I think the most important mindset shift is to remember that no one else will ever put more effort into you than you will yourself – they're too busy with their own lives and everything that comes up. This change is for YOU, so you can feel better about your daily life. Why deprive yourself of this joy and self-pleasure when all you have to do is set aside a few minutes twice a day to better your life? Think of lacking consistency in your self-care routines as a form of self-sabotage (because it is, honestly).

When it comes to routines, you have to find what works for you, but the most important steps fit into 3 buckets: hygiene, nourishment, and improvement-focused indulgence (beauty, style, self-development reading, a yoga class, etc.).

Simple Morning & Nighttime Habits:

Brush teeth, floss, & skincare (2x/day)

Shower, brush hair, moisturize, and blowdry with heat protection cream and a round brush (1x/day)

Establish a daily makeup routine and a capsule wardrobe

Have at least 2 filling plant-based meals packed with whole foods, such as fruits, veggies, avocado, beans, whole grains, tahini, potatoes, etc. (following this regimen for 10 years has given me almost perfect skin with little to no external effort)

Drink plenty of water (your weight in pounds = target water consumption in ounces)

Wear sunscreen daily (at least 30-50 SPF)

Cut, file, and brush your nails (at least 1x/week)

Use a dermaplaning, sugar scrubs, and tweezing as needed to remove hair from your face and body (usually once every 2-4 weeks)

Here are some other resources to build a morning & night routine, some beauty tips, etc.

Femme Fatale Morning Routine

Femme Fatale Nighttime Routine

Femme Fatale Beauty Playbook: Tips & Tricks To Feel Clean, Confident & Seductive Daily

Femme Fatale Guide: Habits To Become Your Best Self In 2023

How To Build A (Realistic) Femme Fatale Wardrobe: Daily Essentials

Femme Fatale Beauty Routine: Essentials To Unleash Your Dark Feminine Energy

Hope this helps xx

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rare matchup trade with @mysteriawrites

for one of my very cute friends. i was in a major writing slump over the summer but she encouraged me to get out of my slump by offering a matchup trade! this is my first matchup for someone and very overdue on my part so i'm excited wehe

☆ and even though it’s a matchup i tried to write a full fic with her in mind, but applicable to anyone. especially because this is a whole entire fic with 5,905 words.

mysteria sent me a super detailed description in our dms so here's a summary of it:

mysteria is 5'2, african american, a capricorn and an infj! she's kind, responsible, moody, soft-spoken, and introverted. she also describes herself as a social chameleon that can match the energy of a room, from quiet and clumsy to sassy and teasing if she's comfortable enough. she likes animals, books, reading and writing, personality quizzes, rpg/mmo/rhythm games, and sweets. however, she dislikes loud sounds, math, trypophobia, spiders, and inconsiderate people. she also dislikes when people she cares about don't properly take care of themselves, but tends to forget her own needs. she's really a caring person at heart!

your matchup is under the cut for the drama! i match you with...!

Mischievous but observant, the Phantom Thief Alban Knox!

tags: gender neutral reader, getting together, hurt/comfort, reader is an overworker, bad work environment, happy ending, breaking and entering (and other thief-typical crimes lol)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

There's this little convenience store right in your neighborhood that happens to be on your daily commute to work.

The first time you visit, you realize it's about five minutes away from your home and open 24/7, perfect for late-night snack runs.

The staff is so small, the same guy works the graveyard shift whenever you visit: tousled mocha-brown hair, a lanky body too thin for his uniform shirt, and two differently colored eyes. One is dark, while the other is so vividly green it makes him look intelligent.

It doesn't take long before he starts to memorize your usual order, and for you to memorize the Hi, my name is Alban! name tag over his apron.

With time the friendly customer service starts to become just actual friend behavior. You begin to learn more about one another. He asks you about your day, and when you mention some of your coworkers at your dime-a-dozen tech job he's able to remember who's who.

Meanwhile you've seen the two bowls outside the sliding doors, one full of water and the other kibble. Alban leaves them out for the neighborhood cats, and you've been lucky enough to meet a few of them before they scamper away.

Alban is like a brother to the strays, however, and the konbini tends to be empty whenever you visit, so there's no one to stop him when the cats paw at his leg, begging him to pick them up as you rant about your latest project. They even let you pet them once or twice before they climb over Alban's shoulders, watching you with nighttime pupils. Apparently that's rare. The first time a stray nuzzles your palm, Alban secretly slides you an extra pack of the snack cakes you wanted.

"If she trusts you, then you can keep a secret," he says. The cat's tail curls around his wrist before he nonchalantly drop the cake into your bag. "Our secret, right?"

Over time it becomes a part of your routine. Work during the day, visit the konbini, relax after a good conversation with Alban. Once your company picks up a new security project, your schedule slowly folds over. With Alban's late-night shifts and you working longer hours after getting a lead position, he becomes one of the few consistencies in a hectic career.

You really do treasure the time you spend with him. Now that so much is going on at work it's like his store is the only place you can unwind before you get back to programming at home.

Not to mention he's one of the few night owls you know, and the only one that was there for you when you felt like you were falling apart.

It's not like you wanted to let your defenses down, though. You'd been working tirelessly for weeks on this security system, but today your clients blew a fuse over things out of your control. All this effort, and the way they reacted made you feel like it was for nothing.

"Welcome!" Alban's standard customer service voice disappears once he recognizes your face. "Hey, it's my favorite—woah, wait. Are you okay?"

It stuns you how quickly he picked up on your mood. The second you left work, you spent ten minutes trying to wipe the ‘on the verge of tears’ look off your face.

"Don't worry, Alban, I'm fine." You try to smile. "Just a busy day at work. What're the daily specials today?"

"Oh! Uh..."

It's pretty obvious that wasn't a convincing excuse, but he lists off the menu anyways. You appreciate that he knows how to give you space.

You decide halfway through that you'd rather get your usual, though, too exhausted to think of trying anything new. "And a donut," you add, longing for a comfort food.

While Alban gets started on your food, the aisles of bright, prepackaged snacks feels like staring at a headache. Itching for relief, you stare outside the windows instead. A grayed tail swishes along the glass outside while two nighttime pupils stare right back at you.

The air prods at your skin as the sliding doors open, and you approach the cat. You recognize her as one of the first to warm up to you when you started to visit. She continues to watch you, even as you reach a hand out. Her tail rises like smoke.

The stray's eyes squint up into crescents as you scratch under her chin. "A meal and affection for free," you muse. You're trying to not be bitter, especially since this one is skittish, but you can’t help but feel envious. "Must be nice being a cat instead of a human."

The brisk nighttime air stills. This calm makes everything feel like it’s falling out of your grasp, but you don’t have a choice in the matter. You're a resigned observer to your own life.

"I just don't know what to do," you say. Your job pays well, but you’re so sick of being treated like this, especially after such a bad meeting with your client.

The stray nestles up closer to your hand, nudging the touch closer to her body so you can stroke her back. Not a moment later, she backs away. With powerful legs and silent breaths, she pounces down from the ledge, while the smoke trails into the shadowy brush on the other side of the parking lot.

So you lean back against the wall. Cold brick outlines your back. Damn. Not even the strays are cooperating with your shitty day.

By the time you return to the inside of the konbini, your nose is reddened from the chill. The overhead lights wash the color out of your face, so bright that the night outside seems jarring.

At least you can smell your food. Alban returns to the counter with a paper bag that feels warm to the touch, and a to-go box full of donuts.

You cock your head. “I only ordered one donut, didn’t I?”

“Yep.” He seals the box with a sticker. It’s a cute cat with the same mismatched eyes as him and ‘Freshness Guaranteed!’ underneath its paw.

“So why…?”

“Because I want to give you some. It’s nice to get freebies, especially when it’s for a friend that could use ‘em,” he says. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ask, but you’re not doing so hot, are you? If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know. I’d be happy to. Help you, I mean.”

He slides the bag of food and the donut box to your side of the counter. “But for now, you just keep those and take a moment to yourself.”

A steady aroma follows the bag while the donut box is warm under your fingers, freshly baked and at no extra charge, simply just because. One green eye and one dark stares up at you from the sticker, blending into the white fur as your vision blurs.

"Alban."

"Yeah, what's—?"

Alban’s question falters. Instead you speak, with one hand up at your eyes, glossy and turning wetter by the second. “Thanks.”

It seems the mask has fallen now. You hunch over as you sniffle. Hot shame seeps down your back like burning oil, the tears feeling more and more like they’re boiling. It only makes you more embarrassed and frustrated, which causes even more heat behind your eyes, and the cycle continues. Now here you are, crying in the cold light of a konbini while the poor cashier has no way out. You don’t even have the heart to look up at Alban’s face.

“Sorry,” you say. Your voice sticks together. “I-I shouldn’t be like this.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m acting like a big baby, and I’m fine, I’m just—just making it weird, a-and you don’t even want to know.”

“But I do!”

Even though you don’t have the strength to raise your head, you can see Alban’s hands through mottled vision; namely, how they clutch at the counter—right before he sets them both over yours. You’ve never seen him without a pair of food-safe gloves, and these are no different, a solid black that sticks to your skin while fingers rest on your knuckles.

At his outburst, you dare to look up. His eyes are closed, mouth set in a crinkled frown, barely pursed as if he wants to say something. Alban reconsiders just as he opens it. Hesitation crawls into lowered brows, and your heart pangs even harder when he looks down at the hands. Either you’re seeing things, or there’s a bittersweet look in one eye and concern in the other. “If you trust me, then I want to know.

“Because you’re not ‘fine’. If you really were then you wouldn’t be crying at someone doing one tiny nice thing,” he blurts. “Did someone hurt you? Because if they did, I’ll give them a piece of my mind, no questions asked.”

“It’s… not a someone.”

That gets him to squeeze your palm. A wave of understanding bleeds through and travels up your veins. “I’m all ears.”

You squeeze back, eyelids smashing together as another fat tear rolls down your cheek. “It’s my jobbb.”

You aren’t exactly proud of how you weep, but the way Alban listens to you erases the regret. You spill your guts about the client, the meeting, the mismanagement, and that stupid security system you’ve been working on. Halfway through, Alban flips the ‘OPEN’ sign to ‘CLOSED’, thumbs off his gloves, and sits next to you properly.

By now his touch returns, resting fingertips on your knuckles and rubbing up your wrist. Without the gloves, he’s warmer than ever, and softer. He passes you a box of tissues from the office, too, and doesn’t even flinch when you honk into the tissues in-between sobs.

You explain everything, even the tiny stresses in your career. “I’m lost. It pays so much but I’m so exhausted,” you say. “I don’t want to leave but sometimes I just wish I could, I don’t know, transfer to a different location, or give the client to someone else, or hell, some kind of payback.

“But I’d not that kind of person. And even if I was…” Your eyes cast downward. The tears have slowed but they’re still so wet with misery. “I’m so tired.”

Your heart aches just at saying it. The realization has set in now. You’re tired.

That’s putting it mildly. You never noticed until now, but there’s an indescribable weight in your neck and shoulders, just about ready to snap you in two under the pressure. You used to love this job, and you still love what you do, but only now are you realizing you’ve put far more into it than your superiors deserve.

“That’s fucked,” Alban finally says, and you almost snort at how plainly he says it. Instead it comes out as a weak chuckle.

“Can’t your boss put two and two together and realize you’re already giving one hundred percent—no, two hundred into the project?” He asks, even though you both know the answer. “That’s stupid. There’s a whole staff of people, so they need to get their head out of their ass and give you a break.”

“I wish.” You sniffle. “I’m just a generic worker, but I’m the only one that knows exactly how everything operates. Makes me feel like I can't even rest.”

“Do you have any time off?”

“Well, yeah.”

“So take it. You need it,” Alban says. Then he playfully nudges you. “You know you deserve to treat yourself.”

That gets another chuckle out of you, louder than the last. He smiles softly and points out, “You’re laughing more.”

“You say things so simply that, I dunno, it makes things feel less difficult. Like when I think about it, it’s like this swirling black hole.” You exhale. “I was thinking about taking time off, earlier, but I told myself to tough it out instead of giving up. But now it doesn’t feel as extreme.”

“It’s not giving up. It’s resting. That’s a requirement.”

“Yeah. It just… doesn’t feel like it when I’m talking about me.”

“Then let me be the first to remind you that you’re allowed to relax just like the rest of us.”

You wipe your eyes again, this time with a tissue while Alban rubs your back. You’ve known that for as long as you can remember, but hearing Alban say it out loud is the beginnings of understanding. Internalizing that need.

You sniff, but rather than with hopelessness, a different feeling swells in your throat. Something like recognition, warm and loose rather than tight.

“Thanks,” you say. “For the food. And, you know, all this…”

The words get lost along the way, so you settle with a gentle tilt of your head to gesture.

Alban seems to get it without much trouble, though, and pats your back reassuringly. “It’s nothing.”

“I’d argue otherwise. I must have been a nuisance—“

“It's nothing,” he repeats. “No problem at all. If you ever walk in here crying again I’d do anything to make you feel better, you know.”

“Oh.” That makes you look away, almost scared of the fact. This type of caring is unfamiliar, and now that you’re all cried out, you can’t make heads or tails of the feeling. “That’s really sweet, I think.”

Alban lifts his hand off your body. The absence picks you up and out of your thoughts, so you raise your head. You watch as it rests back on his neck, right underneath his tousled brown hair. “Don’t mention it. Uh, how do you get home?”

“I usually walk.”

“Not that I don’t trust you, but you’re not about to walk home by yourself after crying your eyes out. I’ll drive you.”

Your eyes widen. “No, you don’t have to! I don’t want to be a bother!”

“Hey, I’m offering. No one visits at this time of night anyway, except for you.”

“Yeah, but it feels like I’m being a burden or something, and I don't want to cause more trouble for you than I already have, and—oh, forget it.” You bury your face in your hands. Your cheeks are still tempered from crying earlier, but now you can feel the unmistakable heat of embarrassment as well. “You’re not going to let this up, are you?”

He says, “Only if you’re sure you’ll get home safe. It’s late.”

“Fine, you can drive.” You pat at your face with the tissue. Your tears have long since dried, but maybe this will hide the blush. “I can’t say thank you enough.”

Alban shrugs that praise off as well, so intent on refusing your gratitude that it comes across as either sheepish or blasé. He busies himself with locking up the store while you clean yourself up (again) in the bathroom. He opens the car door for you before you can open it yourself.

The stick shift is a few years behind, but the console is rigged up to connect to Alban's phone. Before he starts driving, he hands it to you. "You can choose the music."

You thumb through a streaming service before finding a title your recognize from one of your own playlists, and at the first few notes of the song, the car enters motion. It's a quiet, comfortable silence filled up by the song and your directions to your home.

The walk to the konbini is fast, but driving is even faster, and the song barely ends as he pulls up to your home. "You got everything?" He asks.

You nod. "I do. Thanks, Alban."

"It's noth—"

"Oh, quit playing yourself down already." Before you can slip out of your seat, you lay a hand over Alban's as it rests on the stick shift, just like how he comforted you earlier. "No one at work took time out of their day to hear me out, not even my friends. You did. That means something."

"Still!" Alban says. "I wouldn't just ignore you."

"A lot of people would, and did. You're a lot better than you give yourself credit for." You poke his cheek. "Now repeat after me: you're welcome."

The poke makes his face squish up, cheek smushing into the corner of his lips while one eye closes. He blinks, uncertain, as if he entered uncharted territory. He likely has. If it wasn't apparent before, it certainly was by how long it took him to avert his eyes and say the words. “…You’re welcome.”

You squish his cheeks a little more as friendly affection. Barely visible under the overhead light, his face tints pink under the pressure of your hands. “Glad to hear it. I’ll see you later, Alban.”

“Right. Rest well?”

“I will.”

The door shuts and the headlights shine long shadows behind you as you walk away. Alban watches as you pull out your keys. You notice the shining lights only dim out after you’ve stepped inside your humble abode, and the warm feeling rises up again. He made sure you were inside safe and sound before he drove away.

It’s with that warm feeling that you speed through your nighttime routine and fall asleep in your bed.

It returns each time you visit the konbini after that night, too. Alban, in all his selflessness, still insists on giving you even more freebies than you know what to do with.

“Damn, Reader, if you visit even more often, I’ll have to order extra shipments of candies,” he quips as he scans your items—then snatches a king-size snack and slips it into your bag without charging you a cent more.

You snicker. “It’s not like I ask. You’re the one that won’t quit giving me things for free.”

“I’ve got more than enough to go around.”

“But you just said you’d have to order more.”

“How’s work? Still doing the security thing?” He asks.

You roll your eyes to the ceiling and huff not a second later. “Yep, same old, same old. One of my coworkers used the wrong parts on something, so I had to spend my entire shift today disassembling and reassembling it myself.”

"You know what I'm going to say—"

"That it's unfair and stupid?"

"—Among other things, but you're just going to say the pay is too good to leave, aren't you," he finishes.

You focus on the counter rather than Alban's movements. It's been a while since that night he drove you home and the wound has healed, but there's no mistaking the beginnings of a scar at the memory, all puffy-pink as it tries to recover to what once was.

You hate to admit it, but he's right. He quoted something you said word-for-word last week.

"I'm not just predictable, I'm mad," you say. "And tired of being mad."

"Not at anything new, is it?"

You sigh. "Nope. It's more like a lot of little things building up and just whittling me down. Same ol' soul-crushing machine as always."

The cash register dings as Alban places all your items into the bag, and you pay for half of what you should. "There isn't anything keeping you happy or loyal, is there?"

"Not really. It's all miserable, even the other departments." You even laugh bitterly. "I guess the employees get paid so much because there's no budget going into decent HR."

"You know what I'm going to say."

"Don't waste your breath."

"I can't tell you what to do."

"Gotta pay my bills somehow." The receipt inches out. Alban tears it off and slips it into the bag. "I'm looking, but I can't just quit yet. At this point, I don't care what happens to the place, as long as I get paid. Need to finish the security system before moving onto another job."

"I hope someone gives you a better offer soon. Workplace culture included."

"Me too." He offers the bag to you. You take the handles from Alban with crinkles and a skim along his fingertips. "At least I've got nothing planned tonight but binging a TV show over snacks." You jostle the bag, and the many candies inside. "In no small part because of you."

He beams at that, just before wiring his mouth into a thin smile to cover up his happiness. "We're always open! And I'm always here."

"I'm counting on it." That happiness spreads to you like watercolor on paper. "I'll come back soon, Alban."

He sees you off with the good cheer and well-wishes you've come to expect from Alban, and a request to keep out of trouble. Once the crisp white of the konbini's lights fade away into the night as you walk home, the dismal feeling returns.

Maybe you should take his advice and quit while you're ahead. It's no secret this job will kill you one day.

You bite back the thought as soon as it comes to mind. You need the cash. Quitting is tempting, but if you leave now, you won't have enough savings to fall back on.

"Until this commission is over," you mutter under your breath. You'll put in the two-week notice then, once the security project is complete, and that stuck-up client coughs up the high price for all your effort.

Until then, until then, until then. Your mind echoes as you go down the familiar path home, staving off the urge to think any more on it. All that's left for you to do today is watch some shows, relax, and hopefully, get a good night's rest before doing the same thing again tomorrow.

Even though the night in serves as a good distraction, you remember the grind ahead as you tuck yourself into bed, and with it, Alban's wishes for your happiness pushes the harsh thoughts away as you drift off.

As you'd expect, the days ahead are predictably mundane, save for the awful work environment you've become so used to over time. Some days it feels like you're the only competent person in the building. Other days you know it's true.

Which brings you to now. The coworker that sits closest to you left to go file some papers in another office—or take a personal call for the next twenty minutes, it's always a toss up with them—leaving you to your own devices as you work on something that should've been completed earlier this week. Again.

The office you're currently in is built for three at most, though it rarely fits that many. Usually you're by yourself or with another coworker, and now that you're alone, you have the freedom to sigh. You know how these things work, but having to pick up so much slack is just plain exhausting.

The lights go out.

The first thing you think is if the latest updates were saved. Your brain reminds you that the program was on autosave every minute, and you haven't typed in five. It'll be fine.

The next thing is that considering your industry, there's more than a few backup generators. There's no way it would take this long for one of them to kick in and get power back to the building.

Something's wrong. You don't have a clue, but outside your office windows, you can catch glimpses of other workers evacuating. There's no way it could be a natural disaster, and you doubt a fire would cut the lights, but considering how fast the other workers clear out, you aren't staying to find out.

You're one of the last people to leave a personal office, and you presume the last to start moving. The halls twist in the darkness, but you've memorized the layout, and your phone's flashlight guides the way.

The sound of keys on keys jingle behind you. You pivot with a start "Who's there?"

No one responds. Your light reaches a few feet ahead before being swallowed by the darkness. The ceiling boasts some LEDs for detectors, cameras, and the far-off 'EXIT' sign but not much else, and none of them are helpful at the moment.

Something else whooshes ahead, and you turn again, now starting to feel like a fish being circled by a shark.

"This isn't funny," you call out. That was stupid of you. Maybe the job is rotting your brain, and it'll be the reason behind your death, trapped in your shitty office while everyone else evacuates.

With steeled nerves you keep walking, twisting your phone around to get a piece-by-piece view of the hallways. The light bounces off the waxy leaves of a houseplant by a door. The water cooler where you refill your water bottle. Two pointed strikes of orange that shine one-at-a-time as the light flashes.

Cloth covers your mouth before you can scream.

They wire around as the orange comes into focus, now identifiable as two pins in a head full of shaggy hair. The intruder rests a finger on his lips as he shushes you, one green eye and one dark reflecting the light from your phone.

You manage to shake off his grip and hiss. "Alban?"

He blinks before widening his mismatched eyes. "Wh-what are you talking about? I don't know anyone named Alban."

"Oh, cut the crap, you—" You start, but remember the LED lights up on the ceiling. The cameras! You tug on his jacket sleeve as you dive into a corridor hidden from the security cameras, and luckily, he's shocked enough to stumble along. He slips out of your grasp in a matter of seconds, but instead climbs along the walls and hops between structures to obscure himself like a superhero out of a movie.

You push yourself flat against a wall as if it would hide you any further, while Alban clings onto the ceiling and inches down, dangling in midair. A strap is attached to the roof and around his body not unlike climbing gear.

"I'd recognize you anywhere," you say, "and if I didn't before then I definitely did the second you started talking."

Alban looks away. "Oh. Right. I should've expected that."

"Never mind that, what are you doing here? I work here!" You push him lightly, and he sways in air from the force. "Don't tell me you're behind the power outage."

He scratches the back of his head and gives you a coy smile, only half-apologetic, until you push him more. He flails before steadying himself by holding onto your shoulders. "Wait, I had a reason!"

"Uh-huh, and you're going to tell me it right now before I call the cops!"

"Psh, they couldn't catch me even if they tried—" Shove. Alban swivels around aimlessly. "Okay, okay, fine! I'm a phantom thief."

You grab him and glare. "So you decided to target my workplace after hearing me complain about it for eons. Give me one good reason not to twist you so hard we test if motion sickness can result in death."

"I mean, not entirely off?" He says with a sigh. "Okay, hear me out. The konbini isn't exactly a moneymaker. So I steal things here and there, but only from people who don't deserve it. You know, the types that steal their assets, treat everyone like dirt, exploit hard-working, good people... You see where I'm going with this, right?"

"Go on."

"I like to take only a little bit of it for myself, then forward whatever else I find to the original owners, or community projects that would use the cash way better than some hoarder. Which is why I decided to come here. It has an awful rep despite its net worth, and I dunno, it just seems like it sucks more and more of your soul out the longer you work here." Alban frowns. Even upside-down in the air, his concern is heartfelt, as genuine as that day you confided in him.

You can't even say he's wrong, not entirely. He really did listen to all your woes.

"So... I did some research. Didn't like what I saw. I don't think it's news to you, either."

"It's not great, no." You cross your arms. "So you decided to steal from them."

Alban pats down his pockets. Each of them has a hidden zipper, you realize, which must explain how he hasn't dropped any of his loot until he produces it and shows it to you. One by one, he hands you small boxes covered in secure foam. Your eyes widen as you open them. Each is a different minuscule computer part. "You recognize these."

"How could I not? These are upcoming designs. Not entirely complete, but once they are, they'll be gold standard. Maybe even more."

"Exactly. I did some rifling around in the offices, too. They'll be sold at an insane markup from the true estimated value once they're released to the public." Alban bites the inside of his cheek. "Most of the information and programming has been ripped off from programmers that either didn't consent or were severely underpaid."

"You're telling me. And the employees here will be earning pennies once it goes public."

He nods, serious as the grave. You've never seen him this dead-set on something but you recognize the blazing ambition in his eyes, and the curve over his mouth that forms when he's dedicated. He set his hand over the boxes you hold. "If you really want to return them, I won't stop you. I just want to do the right thing."

The packages aren't much bigger than jewelry boxes, and just as light, but holding them feels like handling priceless masterpieces. After all, they are.

"Why?" You ask.

"Because I trust you."

"Even after I spun you around like a piñata."

"It takes more than that to knock me out," Alban says. "Besides, even if you did, I wouldn't regret it. I think I'd endure a lifetime's worth of it if that's what it took for you to know how much I care."

You readjust your grip on the parts as Alban turns his head away again. "That sounded wrong. I mean, you work for them, not me. If this feels wrong, then you can call it off and I'll leave without anything."

He cares for me. You squeeze your lips together in deep thought. "You think so highly of me, even though I'm just a wreck that has a shitty 9 to 5 and mooches off your konbini food."

"Not a wreck," he corrects, voice tilted high in protest. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

"You're such a handful." You present the boxes out and away from you. "Put them back in your pockets. There's the camera outside that I pulled you away from, and a few others in each corner of this floor."

Dumbfounded, Alban gingerly takes them just as you start doodling on a piece of paper. "You're just giving them back to me?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? There's only so much time before any authorities show up." You wait until Alban secures the parts away before pressing the paper flush against his upside-down chest while you stand at eye-level with him. "Not my best blueprint, but you can figure out the best route to sneak out from with that map I just drew up."

Alban stays still in the air, but you let go of the map as it rests under the collar of his jacket. He fumbles for the paper, narrowly avoiding any stray hits to your body due to the proximity.

While he's occupied, your eyes have finally adjusted to the darkness as well as how close you are to him. He doesn't notice you staring at all, nor how his cheeks are a rosier tone than the rest of his skin.

He manages to nab the paper and holds it back over his heart, where you pressed it. When he makes eye contact with you, you see to his core; both the smarmy phantom thief that infiltrated your office, and the understanding, generous dork that works nights at the konbini.

Your hand brushes with his as you take the cloth of his jacket collar. "It didn't sound wrong at all." In the dark, he tenses, gloved hands clutching the paper tighter while that blush grows into a muted red.

You drum up the courage he's shown you time and time again as you lean in. The momentum fuels you as he reciprocates, paper forgotten as it flutters to the floor in favor of holding you tighter as his lips brush along yours.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

bonus.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You let go of Alban's collar, all lightheaded and woozy after a long-awaited kiss. It breaks off, but his arms are still tangled around your back in a loose hug. The dopey grin on his face is full of emotion; surprise, adoration, and a shred of greed like that wasn't enough for him.

"You need to get back to business," you say, breathless.

"Uh-huh?"

"And I should go before people think I went missing."

"Oh, duh. Yeah. Yeah, you should." Alban shakes his head to jostle him out of his stupor. He raises one limb after another as the cord retracts. "I'll be—ack!"

He flops face-down to the ground with a yelp. Then a groan.

You flinch. "Alban! Are you okay?"

"Ughhh."

Expecting the worst, you crouch down and hold his arm as he rises. "Ow, that hurt... No damage done, though."

"If you say so." You dust off his shoulders as he recovers. Sure enough, there aren't any scratches nor bruises immediately forming, and the concern turns into amusement as he presses his lips together. "Alban, your face is so red."

"Wh—no, it's not."

You pinch his cheeks. His brows are drawn together, all shy and flustered. "Oh, I can't wait to see what this looks like in daylight."

"It's just because I was hanging upside-down! Blood rushes to your head!"

"Yup, right after falling flat on your face."

He wiggles out of your grasp and up on his feet in no time. "You're teasing me and I won't stand for it. Bye!"

And with that, he bolts out of the room, grappling off the walls like a parkour artist until he becomes one with the darkness.

You watch him until he disappears, but you've got places to be, too. You rifle into your pocket where your phone and wallet rest.

That is, until you realize your wallet is nowhere to be found.

You frantically search your pockets until you realize the first one you checked, the one your wallet rested in, had a card inside that wasn't there before.

It's one of the generic business cards your company provides, likely lifted from another worker's office, but along the blank white cardstock, someone had drawn a cat paw alongside a note.

"You just got mugged by the robber! (But visit tonight to get it back.)"

There's a scrawl in the corner, scratched out to the point you can't tell what it was, but a few lines against the scribble makes you think the writer doodled something.

You'll have to ask him later.

"Tonight," you say out loud. It's been a long day, and like you said, you need to get back to the rest of the employees.

But after that, the workday is sure to be cut short as the higher-ups manage the police, and now you have plans.

And you could do without a 9 to 5 looming over you for a while.

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✧. ┊mysteriawrites

✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[drunk-on-dk]

Heart Out in the City | Chwe Hansol (m)

✦pairing: stranger!vernon x fem!reader

✦genre: pwp (~half plot/half smut not sure tho), SMUT (minors dni), themes of loneliness

✦w/c: ~2.0k

✦summary: Inevitably, you aren't alone in the city when strangers come and go each day, especially when Vernon and you connect after running into each other so often at the local cafe.

NSFW warnings under the cut, minors do not read, 18+ only

✦c/w: themes of loneliness, strangers to lovers, no pronouns used but female anatomy; unprotected sex (safe sex is important, we kind of skip over that in here); cockwarming; grinding; no clear roles, but reader rides Vernon; maybe a bit of a voice kink; creampie!

✦a/n: Just a little fic/drabble i had started writing a bit ago to try and mix up my style of writing and get my brain going, not much dialogue and it isn't too long, but as always please share any feedback!! thank you for reading <3

There was something so melancholic yet hopeful about living in the city alone. Surrounded by hundreds – thousands - of people moving about their daily life, blissfully unaware of each passerby, allowing you to move freely through the city streets and leading you to friendships you may not necessarily be seeking at the time. Albeit, the hustle and bustle of the city can be quite lonely, friends come and go with different opportunities, thus in the end always leaving you to your own small studio apartment high up in the clouds.

However, there was comfort in the haziness of the city sky at night, like a fuzzy blanket that tucked you in, and the stars and moon served as a natural nightlight. You didn’t mind being lonely, not when there was a sense of safety and alikeness to it. Maybe there was something cozy about being alone, especially when you knew that there were others just like you in surrounding apartments. Occasionally, you’d watch as lights would turn off for the night in adjacent, scattered apartments, a singular window framing those who occupied them and going through an akin nighttime routine as you. Though you were alone in your apartment, you were never alone in the city.

Similarly, there was consolation in sitting near a stranger at the local cafe; though you came solo, you were still with others. As always, you’d briefly observe those around you before pulling out your laptop, the soft bob of the stranger’s head as he listened to the music blaring from his chunky headphones soothed you and helped you focus on your work.

There was a stranger with headphones that frequented the café as often as you did. Undeniably, you felt this pull to him each time he arrived at the shop. He must have felt it too, always casually sitting across from you with his americano in stow, head lulling to the beat of his music, and concentrating on whatever he was reading on his phone. You never felt the need to introduce yourself, not wanting to ruin whatever you had done that made him feel safe to coexist with you.

However, one day when you spotted his name, Vernon, written on the cardboard sleeve of his cup, you couldn’t deny the giddiness you felt bubbling up inside of you. Admittedly, he was handsome and exuded a charm that you couldn't quite place, so of course you were elated to know the most normal detail about this mystery person that you happened to see so frequently.

Every couple of days you would see him at the café, consistently sitting near one another yet never introducing yourselves. Sneakily, you’d begin to turn your cup in whatever direction he was sitting in, making sure he caught your name on your cup eventually. 

“Pretty name,” he mentioned nonchalantly one day, sitting down at the table next to you and dropping his backpack in the seat adjacent to him.

It was hard to stop what felt like a wildfire blazing over your cheeks, stuttering out a “thank you” in response and attempting to hide behind your laptop. He didn’t pay it any mind, only offering a hum in response with the slightest upward turn of his lips before pulling his own laptop out.

You could feel your heart pounding, thrilled that he dared to speak to you first. You didn’t dare to waste this opportunity, choking out a stupid question to keep the conversation rolling, “what’s your name?”

A soft chuckle breezes past his lips, a smirk appearing when he points to the sleeve of his cup, “it’s Vernon, but something tells me you may have known that already.”

Admittedly, you like his banter, “touché, I’ve been caught red-handed. Otherwise, nice to officially meet you, Vernon.”

“Ditto.”

It’s a brief, simple conversation, really, but it is enough to make your heart soar for the rest of the day. Especially when Vernon leaves the café, bidding you goodbye with a bob of his head and a slight wave of his hand, pulling his headphones to the side to make sure he hears the goodbye that you blubber in response.

Days go on and you would continue to see Vernon at the same café, but now you two are a bit more friendly. Vernon would occasionally ask you questions here and there; sometimes they were simple questions just to spark conversation, or even expand to something that requires a bit more thought and effort from you. Whether that question entails if you knew what the weather was like for the evening, or if you had the time to proofread a report that he is writing for one of his university courses, claiming that you looked studious yourself when you shot him a dubious look.

The next time he sees you he buys you a coffee, which of course you adamantly deny, but he claims it’s the least he can do when you helped him get an A on his last assignment. Call it flattery, but it worked tremendously well on you, cheeks and ears flaring up like they would back in middle school.

Vernon provided you a sense of warmth in the cold, fast-paced city. He was simple, easy-going, and even-keeled. Something about seeing Vernon in this little café almost every other day was enough to keep you sane, realizing that maybe you were a bit lonelier than you had thought, but Vernon was the presence you needed. You yearned to see him, even if it meant that you two wouldn’t even talk, it was just nice to have him around. Odd how a stranger can become someone so familiar and safe, the forced proximity of the city and desire to meet people only proves that living downtown isn’t so solitary after all.

One day when the rain came bucketing down, Vernon was your savior to no surprise. Offering to walk you back to your apartment upon clear signs that the rain had no intentions of slowing down, Vernon pulled his miniature black umbrella out of the depths of his backpack. He made sure to keep you covered the entire way home, also offering you an earbud of his to listen to his playlist that he had curated for days like this.

Vernon had walked you right up to your apartment entrance, gentle fingers reaching for the earbud and brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face. Whether it was intentional or not, right then and there, you knew you didn’t want to be alone anymore. At least not for tonight.

You refused to be alone, not when you could have Vernon on your couch, lights dimmed with the soft flickering from the muted TV in the background. You weren’t sure how it all happened so fast, maybe it was the desperate need to actually feel connected to someone for once, but you couldn’t deny the pull you had felt to Vernon in a short amount of time. The TV and both of your clothing were long forgotten after you found yourself speared on Vernon’s cock, relishing in how he crumbled and squirmed beneath each time you’d experimentally clench your walls around his length.

“Feel s’good, Vernon,” you let out a breathless gasp into his neck, loving the way his jaw falls slack when you run kisses from his ear all the way down to his collarbone. At this point, you’ve been sitting on Vernon for God knows how long, allowing him to fill you to the brim while you two kissed and nibbled at each other’s skin. You couldn't remember a time when you had cockwarmed for this long, but it was slowly becoming addicting. Having Vernon buried so deep inside of you had you dizzy with each pulse of his cock.

“Please,” his voice comes out strangled, hands and fingernails digging into the skin on your hips as he tries to coax you to move. You can feel the grumble of his chest when he lets out a groan after a cautious rock of your hips, grinding your clit against his pelvic bone and pulling a sigh from you as well. “Please keep moving, Y/N.”

Honestly, you were on a bit of a power trip having him under you like this. It was mesmerizing how his features would twist in pleasure at each slow rock and circle of your hips, your walls only clenching him tighter making his head fall back in bliss and sending shivers down your spine as his hands thoroughly explore every inch of your body. 

Vernon lacked all self-restraint at this point, pussy-drunk and hungry for a taste of you. He pulls himself together to finally crash his lips against yours, teeth nipping desperately at your lips even though you immediately grant him access. Shockingly, you feel his hips buck up into yours, pulling a loud gasp from you when the tip of his head hits the spongey spot inside of you, reigniting the fiery burn of pleasure in your core.

The feeling of Vernon grinding his hips up into yours has you gripping his shoulders for support, fingers nails digging into his delicate skin and likely leaving evidence of you. You’re a moaning mess, head falling into his neck as he continues to bury his cock even deeper inside of you, feeling so incredibly full and connected to him.

“Ride me,” Vernon moves your hair out of the way to whisper into your ear. His voice is so incredibly raspy and sexy, you wish he would just keep repeating himself at this point.

“God,” you moan out, lifting up ever so slightly only to drop down to fill yourself to the brim with him again. “When you sound like that, I don’t think I could stop myself.”

He sounds even better than you would have ever imagined, hoarse grunts escaping him with each fall of your hips as you begin to ride him, bouncing up and down on his cock with fervent desire.

Vernon’s hands are everywhere, running down your back until he’s squeezing your ass, guiding you to grind into him and take him deeper. Your sounds are harmonic at this point, his groans and your whines melding together as you both lead each other closer to that feeling of euphoria. You cry out even louder when Vernon pulls one of your nipples into his mouth; the feeling is so warm and shocking when you’re already overwhelmed by having him all over and in you.

Fucked out beyond belief as you ride his cock, you feel your legs begin to quiver with each bounce, the coil inside of you becoming unbearably hot and ready to snap as your arousal builds.

Vernon must be able to tell, “don’t you dare stop, ride me until you cum all over my cock,” his voice is still so rough and quiet, only egging you on. You’re nodding desperately, becoming messier with each circle and drop of your hips.

Your legs go numb when Vernon’s thumb begins to circle your clit, the pleasure overbearing the burn you feel in your thighs as he pulls an orgasm from you. The two of you are even louder now, his moans only making your orgasm even more intense while your walls continue to spasm around him. Vernon is keening into you, working you through your entire high, and making sure to memorize the loud, wonton cries that escape you from above him.  

Unable to hold his own release back any longer, Vernon fills you with his seed after one last, rough thrust from him. You can feel his white, hot cum fill you when you clench around him especially tight, his hands pulling you down against him even closer as he loses himself to your body.

You both stay like this for a while, enjoying the sentiment of being intertwined and connected so deeply. Vernon only pulls his softened length out after you both begin to doze to sleep, gently helping clean you up and rejoining where you lay on the couch.

It’s impractical, really, to have both of you laid on your couch together, but neither of you desires the space.

Maybe you were both what each other needed at the time, filling the void that the city left on everyone, and yearning to feel true human connection rather than settling for the false sense of company. It was an inevitable bond that only those who put their heart out could feel.  

Even if you were unsure of how long this feeling may last, it was worth putting your heart out in the city, especially when someone like Vernon came into your life.

[wyn0rrific]

Ask for Dolly Vitus: does Vitus have any favorite outfits? (Please tell me as much as you want about pretty clothes!)

while i kinda highlighted some outfits he wears here i can elaborate some more for u ^^

an issue that erupted within the start of their relationship was definitely clothing as vitus has some sensory issues and fulgrim was worried about feminizing virus too much

they did eventually work it out by discussing a system where fulgrim would ask what vitus preferred that day (ex: "does my dolly want to wear a dress today?")

vitus loves outfits that are flowy or have a ton of ruffles! he isn't necessarily self conscious of his body (unless its days where he feels not masculine enough due to his dysphoria), but he loves sheer clothing

when it comes to specific genres she really enjoys Victorian Gothic or Lolita goth, but really if fulgrim puts her in something and compliments her Vitus immediately will enjoy what hes wearing

another one of his favorite outfits his pjs, which typically consists of a night gown or sheer babydoll gown as he prefers to sleep with as little clothing as possible (but also his nighttime routine with fulgrim is definitely his favorite part of the day)

[corporatefrog]

╭₊˚ ๑︰Caught Red Handed๑ ꒱

✧.* featuring: yn's new vigilante hobby being discovered by her roomamtes, Tweek and Craig ✧.* tags: college au, comedy, established relationship (tweek x craig) ✧.* Characters: tweek tweek, craig tucker

masterlist

Darkness blanketed the street. Streetlamps cut through the thick black with knives of yellow light, carving out oases of gold in the stretches of nothingness. These oases stood as protection against the monsters which lurked in the shadows between. But the nothingness is where I thrived. 

I sprinted down the street, curving my body around the light to remain concealed in shadow. Glancing down at my watch, I cursed at the time. 1:39. I had planned to return home by midnight but two Raisins girls were being harassed on their way home by a pushy customer. I’d stepped in and escorted them home which would’ve been the normal night routine. However, they lived on the other side of town and traversing South Park was a lot more difficult when you only walked the alleys and dark corners. 

Not that I regretted helping those girls. I started doing vigilante work because someone needed to stand up for the people of South Park. After Mysterion disappeared a few weeks ago, that role stood to be filled. 

I hadn’t told anyone about this nighttime hobby, not wanting to hear the typical excuses of people being worried I’d hurt myself or how dangerous South Park can be. Of course I knew how dangerous it was! That’s why I’d started patrolling the streets each night and making sure the consistent trouble makers knew this wasn’t their playground anymore. 

Upon reaching my house, I slipped the spare key from under the doormat and quietly pushed my way inside. The house mirrored the darkness of the outdoors. Faint streetlight poured through the windows, illuminating the beginning of the staircase and the small table sat beside it but not much more. 

Pictures on the small table were barely visible in the low light. Images of me sitting with my roommates in the empty living room with half eaten pizza on the ground as we celebrated moving in together and my two roommates on various dates covered the table. Our own personal alter to each other and the time we’ve spent together. 

The house was dead silent save for the sound of me closing the door. The benefit of coming back so late did mean that my roommates were usually asleep. Letting out a sigh of relief, I began to make my way towards the stairs. 

Home safe. Time to relax. I thought, imagining the comfort of my bed with a smile. 

My dreams were cut off as a light turned on in the living room. I spun towards the source, fists automatically coming up to defend against the unknown attacker. However, no attack came. I lowered my fists to see my two roommates staring at me from across the room. In an armchair sat Tweek, hands gripping his knees with such an intensity that his knuckles turned white. His face was set in a serious expression which threw me off much more than a frown coming from the perpetual pessimist. 

Behind the chair stood Craig, the one person who I really didn’t want to find out about my new hobby. Sure, Tweek would freak out and assume I’d be crushed by a falling piano whenever I left the house but that was just Tweek being himself. He was prone to think the worst. Craig, on the other hand, looked at you with such an intense judgment that you felt your guts twisting into knots just waiting for him to voice whatever criticism was cooking in his brain.

“Where were you.” Craig said, not moving from his position behind the chair. 

“I- uh…” I pursed my lips, searching my brain for the best excuse to explain why I was home so late while wearing an elaborate costume, “I was at Stans playing DnD. Tonight was dress like your character night, which is why I, ya know…” I gestured to my outfit, not trusting my words to pull me out of this very incriminating hole. 

Craig bit back instantly, “Stan doesn’t have DnD nights on Thursdays. He plays Katan on Thursdays with Kyle and Tolkien every week.” 

Fuck.

“I knew it! You’re trying to be Mysterion!” Tweek shouted, pointing a finger towards me, “I knew you were running around acting like some superhero when we’ve told you how dangerous it is! You literally watched Mysterion get wacked through the air by Slenderman and you’re STILL doing this?!” He began to ramble, hands threading through his hair and tugging at the strands with each exclamation, “You don’t even know how bad it gets around here! There is shit out there you haven’t even seen! Do you even know what BearPigMan- PigBearMan- AH I CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER HOW TERRIBLE IT IS-”

“NUH UH!” I shouted back, balling my hands into fists at my side, “I know exactly what ManBearPig is, Tweek! Stan told me all about it!” 

“Stan literally doesn’t know ANYTHING! He’s the reason most of the shit in this town happens!” Tweek’s legs began to jolt with his works, small twitches turning into full body movements as he grew more worked up, “Because then you’re caught up in all the stupid things he does with Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman and whenever you’re around Cartman bad things ALWAYS follow. Do you know what he did to Butters when they were 10-”

Craig placed a hand on his shoulder, cutting off the rant, “I’ve got this, Tweek.”

I braced myself for his glare but Craig’s gaze still knocked me back, his entire being radiating disappointment. It felt like I’d just been caught sneaking back from a party by my parents, a feeling I never thought I’d relive as an adult living with two other adults who were the same age as me. 

“I don’t even have to tell you how stupid this all is.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest. I rolled my eyes, mirroring the crossed arms with my own. If he wants to play, I’ll play. I’m not planning to give up my vigilantism anytime soon and he’s going to learn that the hard way. 

“Okay, but have you considered that you’re not the boss of me?” I asked, tone daring Craig to step fully into the disappointed dad role he was teetering on the edge of. 

“Bro, you’re fucking 20 years old and you just said ‘You’re not the boss of me’.” Craig leveled his gaze, apparently not amused by my nonchalance about the situation. 

“Yeah, well…” I searched my mind for a comeback. I’ve always been terrible at snapping back at Craig’s remarks. His blank face and monotone voice threw me off everytime we argued. 

I ran through my options in my head. I could stay and talk things through with my roommates, trying to make them understand that I’m an adult too and not the figurative child of their relationship. Granted, calling them my parents everytime we go to a party probably doesn’t help that image. 

It was one time and it was a joke.

It was MULTIPLE times and I bought them starbucks the next day with “Dad #1” and “Dad #2” written on the cups. 

Okay but they’re my emotional support couple. They remind me love is real.

That’s true. I kind of dug this hole for myself. 

Deciding on option 2, I turned away from my roommates and began to stomp my way up the stairs instead of playing into their trap of a conversation. 

“YOU CAN’T JUST IGNORE US!” Tweek shouted from the living room. 

“WATCH ME!” I shouted back, running into my bedroom and slamming the door behind me. Leaning my back against the door, I let out a sigh. My alarm clock lit up the dark room with red leds reading 2:20 am. Exhaustion overweighed the urge to open the door and face Craig’s disappointment or Tweek’s worry. 

Slumping my way through the room, I fell onto my bed and curled up in the first blanket I could grab. I’ll just have to deal with it tomorrow after we’ve all gotten some rest. 

Breakfast was going to be awkward.

[nico-di-genova]

pleaseee share any pato/alex headcanons for alib? i miss them an unhealthy amount

I miss them, and I’m the one creating them. My brain when I think about ALiB Palex is honestly just this:

Which makes it hard to have cohesive thoughts about them most the time. But have this random headcanon dump:

They have a method when it comes to chores. Pato does the laundry, but Alex folds and puts it away. Alex cleans the kitchen, but Pato organizes/cleans out the fridge (and also washes the dishes because Alex hates touching wet food). They work around each other, basically in synchrony. If Lance and Fernando are ever over for dinner and they stay to try to help clean they usually just find themselves standing off to the side kind of watching Alex and Pato work together effortlessly.

They love beach days. Usually if they’re going to the beach it is a full day affair. Sometimes they rent a whole beach house because they need to get away from work and regular life for a bit. Pato has a favorite one at Anna Maria island that Alex is always sure to get if they’re looking to leave the Fort Myers area for the weekend. The dogs also love the beach, so there’s long walks along the shoreline in the morning and afternoon with pauses for Norbi and Nala to play and chase each other. They rent jet skis and race each other with no real finish line set. Afternoons are spent watching the sunset and lounging on a blanket, pato resting his head on Alex’s chest and starting to doze off to the sound of heartbeat. Pato always gets sunburnt, because he’s insistent on layering sunscreen on Alex’s back but usually forgoes his own. He’ll insist he doesn’t need it but then ends the weekend looking like this:

Alex learns to start stocking up on aloe Vera when they stop at the grocery story for sandwiches and snacks in the morning. Pato is always very grateful for it come nighttime when he’s laying in bed with overly warm skin.

Their wedding is perhaps a beach wedding at the beach house. The dogs are the ring bearers ofc 😌. Lance is Pato’s best man, James is Alex’s. Esteban actually gets certified so he can officiate the wedding.

They adopt a third dog after their honeymoon, because Brunner needs to be apart of alib, obviously.

They’re both super active. Alex because he likes the routine of working out, the consistency of it, and because it’s really good for his mental health. Pato for the same reasons, but also because he’s just really passionate about it, about taking care of his body (but he also maybe goes overboard occasionally). So they workout together sometimes, not all the time, they like having their space. When Pato wants to do intense lifting Alex is usually his spotter.

They buy insane amounts of dog toys, and Alex spends an equally insane amount of time trying to organize them.

Arguments over who’s going to drive are common, they both hate being the passenger because they both hate not having control of the car. Usually this is settled with rock paper scissors, sometimes they get inventive.

Alex is always going all out for Pato’s birthday, but he hates the same attention in return. Pato’s learned he’s more comfortable doing things when it’s just the two of them, or a close group of friends. One year he takes Alex horseback riding, calls around until he can find the best place with the most secluded trails. He makes sure it’s not all flat land and empty fields, tries to find a place that has towering pine trees because he knows Alex likes the woods. It ends up being one of Alex’s favorite birthdays.

Before they started dating, when they were in the extended friends with flirty vibes zone and Pato would spend the night a lot, they got really into Mario kart. Alex is always insisting they play the N64 version, ‘the real one’ as he calls it. He consistently beats Pato in every race until one day Pato starts coming over and just kicking his ass out of nowhere. Turns out he bought his own console and game and had been playing with Esteban and Lance until he eventually got good enough to beat Alex. He was training, as he likes to call it, though Alex is still trying to figure out ways he could have been cheating.

There was a massive hurricane that hit the area during Pato’s senior year, he rode the storm out at Alex’s place. This is how he finds out Alex has a fear of storms, and also how they both find out Norbi and Nala share this trait. Pato isn’t necessarily cool with them, but he ends up playing the cool and collected one by default.

The first time Pato kisses Alex he’s a little drunk, and it’s impulsive. Alex doesn’t kiss him back, because he doesn’t want Pato to feel like he’s taking advantage of him. Instead, he waits until he’s sober and then kisses him properly.