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AAAAAAH THIS IS CANON IN MY HEART!!!!!!
I'VE BEEN WAITING TO SEE ART OF THEM SPARRING!!!!!!
ADFJKWRSHK DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS TO ME?????
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#prev tags are awesome!#hopefully this does well I NEED YALL TO SEE THE VISION#heyy heyy heyy loverrrrr#GODDDDDD#they are so cute i hope they dont get separated for 20 years#i just wanted to draw odysseus being stupid in love ok#the iliad#the odyssey#epic the musical#odysseus#penelope#odypen#greek mythology#tagamemnon#now hey hey hey lover is playing in my head#and i am Content#eeeeek
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battle jacket update btw . if this means anything to you
#mine#battle jacket#queer punk#punk#diy or die#deleted the old post cause it was giving me anxiety :D#more patches on the back but. i cant be bothered 😭 its 5am and im tired#still unsure on several of the placements ... but its coming along :3#gotta add more bugs.#and paint more patches :P#might redo the stitching on a few of the patches too :'D i did the do not pet and mtbia patches with topstitch thread#why i thought that was a good idea is frankly beyond me#diy fashion#trans punk#punk patches#diy patches#dyke punk#pansy punk#mcr#(will delete prev tag is asked)#i have more pins coming in the mail but im. impatient.....#edit: ok worry for naught it looks awesome on my person
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SIDEM MENTIONED!!! :o
it feels a bit crazy that you also know sidem!!!! bc it's really not that well known
i really only know it from the banger music though and don't know all that much about most of the cast, my knowledge of sidem is just from the wiki lol i do like chris a lot though (we both love sea creatures ^u^) + the rest of legenders bc their music is good and from the few stories i've read theyre pretty fun
i have my im@s craze especially on the side of songs too from this series + majority of women in main im@s are great so when i found out about sideM aa well i was like ... im in for a treat 🤞
i am bombarded with legenders fans in my askbox (i am not complaining), their music is good !!!! also chris is pretty AND i appreciate his need to share and always talk about his sea mental illness. you go man i hope he succeeds and gets to yap all day everyday 🙏
#completely unrelated bc i forgot to mention in prev one so im keeping it in tags but i have so many song ideas from either im@s to draw-#-innovades in 😭😭😭 from both the fact the songs are awesome and that the outfits are pretty#the sumi rambles
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Starting a new post bc the last one was getting long and had some personal info on it that idk if those users are comfortable getting spread around (edit: in the notes of the old post OP clarified that they prefer if people make their own posts so 👍)
Ten People I'd Like to Get to Know Better
Tagged by @krill-joy , thanks!
Last song: "All I Want for Christmas Is You" by Mariah Carey -- I've been singing it for karaoke :) For just regular listening, the last song was "Pink Pony Club" by Chappell Roan
Favorite color: lately it's been hot pink, but purple has long been the consistent favorite
Last book: I haven't read a book in a long time, but the last article I read in full was this one about some new species discovered in Peru
Last movie: I don't watch movies very often -- probably Little Shop of Horrors or Rocky Horror Picture Show in October?
Last TV show: I don't really watch TV, but the last Drawfee thing I watched was the new Mario Wonder stream VOD
Sweet/savory/spicy: I've really been craving sweets lately!
Relationship status: single+ (I'm officially single but my ex-gf and I are still friends with occasional benefits and I have a fuckbuddy and another friend with occasional benefits who I haven't met up with in a while)
Current obsession: nothing intense right now, but I listen to a lot of music? Dolly Parton, Kesha, Miranda Lambert, Chappell Roan, and Rihanna were my top artists this year. I have plans to branch out and listen to more music I've been told I'd love and haven't made time for yet, but my list just keeps getting longer and longer 😂 I HAVE been listening to Riot Grrrl music this year, which I've been meaning to do, and I intend to continue!
Looking forward to: taking a couple weeks to visit my friend @foxfinding ! I get to see them in January and I am SO excited!
I tag @twerkinshield @akhmenos @stopping-for-a-spell @long-cervid @imalsorettish @alyxthehunter @hawkebop @esoteric-merit @esotericdogboy @kkgraycat @mechrie @ratprinceyuki
That's more than 10, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ If you'd like to play, consider yourself tagged!
#prev: good luck roasting your duck! i hope it turns out really well!#also prev: OOH that book on the serviceberry sounds cool! serviceberries are native to my region! that's awesome!#personal#food#tag game#krill-joy
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Bio-engineering
#supposed to be the ostober thing but i cant keep up with it sobs#this was also for october fourth but prev tag#also the cyan lizard is a custom i got from corin (cheddar-inq)#he makes awesome customs#rainworld#rw spearmaster#rw oc#rw ostober#ostober
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not an anonymous ask but are there any 17 tamiz publication process updates? or really just any updates about 17 tamiz in general? if not that's totally ok. finishing writing a whole original novel is a massive accomplishment in its own right. but selfishly, i'd love to be able to buy a physical copy of it some day!
HI LIV!! First i actually want to thank you again for giving me the most thorough read of 17 Tamiz, i appreciate it so much!!
Second, the update! So far i've gotten about 18 rejections from agents. However! I am currently in the process of talking to published authors for advice. I do hope to get it legitimately published, but at the end of the day if I am not able to break past the difficulty of official publication, i may self publish. My fingers are still crossed!
#friend tag#17 tamiz#i really hope to make headway soon! most agents always ask for prev work#and i can't exactly send in my ao3 account LOL#thank you so much for asking!! i hope one day you can get the physical copy :)#you're absolutely awesome <3 i hope you have a wonderful day#radio show host
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THE EARTH AND ITS MOON ARE FRICKIN AWESOME SJGKBHGSRHBESOIHAE
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NO OTHER PLANET IN OUR SOLAR SYSTEM GETS TOTAL SOLAR ECLIPSES!! THE SIZE AND DISTANCE OF OUR MOON FROM EARTH AND THE SUN MAKE THE PERFECT CIRCUMSTANCES TO GET TOTALITY!!! THE EARTH AND MOON ARE SOOOO COOL AND OF COURSE OUR SUN!! I LOVE LIVING ON EARTH I LOVE YOU EARTH I LOVE YOUUUUU MOON I LOVE YOU SUN
#solar eclipse#<- prev tag#space fanatic behaviour#THE EARTH IS AWESOME#THE MOON IS SO COOL#I LOVE THEM SM
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My Dallon mutuals are brave enough to say the things I'm too scared to say and I am forever grateful to them for that <3 /lh
#dru speaks#i love my dallon mutuals so so much you guys are awesome :) 🩷#thank you for saying the things i'm too scared to say so i can prev tag you 💖
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everyone complaining about new mobile tumblr updates just dont update ur app. its that easy.
#im running on an old version on my 8 year old phone and im doing great#i can see prev tags my buttons are in the right spot ive still got the worm wizard#this is so awesome
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03. awesome cool bros of apt 7a
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𖦹 APR. 28 (YEAR 1, SPRING) — 6:42 PM
FROM YOUR SPOT BY THE WINDOW, you eye your potential roommates at their table across the café, observing the three of them as they chat and bicker. One of them, a taller boy who looked to be the youngest of the three, was in the middle of swatting another boy’s hand away as he tries to steal a piece from the pastry on his plate.
Was this really going to be your future?
Begrudgingly, you have to admit to yourself: Eunseok was right, after all. This was an almost ideal situation. A nice building you were already familiar with, relatively low rent, and your friends living right down the hall. It’s just… three male roommates? You must be crazy to be even considering it.
But you’re not really in a position to pick and choose at the moment, because every other place you’ve looked at until now has been… subpar, to say the least. And you didn’t know how much longer you could withstand your current living situation: third-wheeling your roommate and her boyfriend for almost two-thirds of your day, every day, was not exactly a fun time.
This was the best you were gonna get. How bad could it be, really?
Steeling yourself, you downed the rest of your drink and got up from your chair to make your way over to them, your hands clutching the strap of your bookbag.
A single thought rings through your mind the whole way there: God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.
None of them seem to notice when you approach their table, so you lightly clear your throat to get their attention. The first one you make eye contact with is the one you assume to be Wonbin, the doe-eyed boy who you had singled out to Eunseok earlier as “the one with the cute face.” With him in front of you now, you grimace inwardly. You would’ve never in your life confessed this thought to Eunseok if you had known you would meet him, let alone possibly end up living with him. When Wonbin notices you, he raises his eyebrows, blinking up at you. It’s a subtle gesture, but it has you nervously flitting your eyes to the other two boys’ faces, who are now also looking at you with similarly slightly surprised expressions.
You try a smile and a small wave, eyes scrunching in what you hoped looked like friendliness. “Hi… so—”
“Hey! You’re Eunseok’s friend, right?” One of the other boys speaks up before you can get another word out. “He must’ve told you we were here, too. I’m Sungchan, by the way; nice to meet you!” He has a toothy smile plastered on his face.
Flustered by his eagerness, the script that you had written in your head in preparation for this interaction dissipates into thin air. You blink at Sungchan for a few moments before coming up with a response. “Oh, um, I’m y/n. It’s nice to meet you, too.”
The other two boys introduce themselves to you as well. The one to the left was the one you had correctly assumed to be Wonbin. His introduction is curt, just his name spoken with a single corner of his mouth upturned. In the middle of the three was Anton, who seemed slightly more bashful, but still personable with the way he smiled up at you. Remembering his name from your conversation with Eunseok redirects your mind to the matter at hand, and now you’re trying to find a way to break the news to the three boys.
“I don’t know why Eunseok never introduced us!” Sungchan continues as you deliberate your options. ”I’m glad you did it yourself, I was worried he might never do it. And I don’t know what he’d do if we had approached you ourselves.” He ends his thought with a short, nervous laugh.
Wonbin, who you have been avoiding eye contact with the whole time, seems to realize you’re still standing over them, nervously fiddling with the strap of your bag. “You can sit, you know,” he murmurs, gesturing to the only empty chair left at the table.
You hesitate, but then nod sheepishly before taking a seat. Wonbin looks at you as you do so, as he sips on the straw of his drink, but you can’t tell what he’s thinking. On the other hand, Sungchan and Anton seem eager to get to know you, seemingly having forgotten their current commitment.
Looking at their enthusiastic expressions, you figure you should tell them now or you might never get to, so you speak up before they can say anything. “Hold on, just—give me a sec,” you take out your phone and show it to them, the screen opened up to your text messages with the unknown number you now know to be Anton. “You guys are here for the apartment, right?”
They all lean in, peering at your phone screen. You watch their eyes flicker down as they read the messages, biting your lip as you await their reaction.
“Huh? So you… you’re the one who texted?” Anton asks first. “Oh my god, I forgot we were even here for that. I figured they just weren’t gonna show up after waiting for so long.”
“We told you, Anton! You should’ve at least figured out their name first!” Sungchan says, chastising Anton with a light slap to his shoulder. “Now, look what’s happened. Hey, at least this got us to finally meet, huh?” he continues, turning to you, laughter lacing his words. Wonbin seems to find it amusing, too; he has a slight grin on his face as he shakes his head in disbelief.
“Yeah…” You inhale through your nose, exhaling as you say your next few words with uncertainty. “Well, I’m still interested, actually.”
The three of them stare at you, dumbfounded. “You still… want to move in? With us?” Sungchan asks slowly. His mouth is slightly agape, but the corners of his mouth are upturned in bemusement.
“I know, I know. I almost just gave up and left without talking to you guys when Eunseok said it was you three,” you say, hurriedly trying to explain yourself. “But, listen, I’ve been looking for a new place for ages and this is literally the best one I’ve found, and I don’t know when—or if—I’m gonna be able to find one as good as it. And I hate to have to plead my case, but I promise I’m a really good roommate, like the best! If it helps, Eunseok would be living, like, 50 feet away from us and I’m friends with the other guys, too! I just really, really, need this…”
The three of them blink at you as you add a final, desperate, “Please?” They then turn to each other, and you sense they might have wordlessly agreed to something. Sungchan holds a hand up apologetically as they all stand, saying, “Sorry, give us a minute. Bro huddle.”
“That’s not a thing. We don’t do that,” Anton says, shaking his head, a frown on his face. He’s still waving his hands in denial as he’s pulled into the huddle. “Don’t listen to him.”
With their backs turned to you, Sungchan decides in a hushed voice. “So… she seems cool. I vote yes.”
“Dude, we’ve barely just met her,” Wonbin retorts.
“Well, yeah, says the one hardly even talking to her.” Wonbin opens his mouth in protest, but Sungchan continues without letting him defend himself. “Besides, if she’s friends with the other guys, I’m sure she actually is cool.”
“I don’t know, man. It’s just—she’s a girl, you know?” Wonbin says. When the other two boys narrow their eyes at him, he waves his hands, hurriedly saying, “I didn’t mean it like that! I just feel like living with a girl would be completely different. I mean, have any of you guys lived with a girl?”
They all pause to ponder his point, since, after all, he was right: none of the three boys had sisters. Then, Sungchan’s eyes light up and he snaps, remembering something. “Hey, didn’t you live with your ex before, Wonbin?”
“What?” Wonbin raises his eyebrows at him. “Do you mean the trip I went on with her family? All we did was sleep in the same house for like… three days.”
“That’s basically living with a girl!” But Wonbin, obviously, is still not convinced.
“Well, I think she seems nice, too,” Anton interjects. “And I feel like she’d be a better roommate than the both of you combined.” He shrugs as the two older boys shoot him glares. “I’m just saying; I don’t see how this could be a bad thing. If anything, she’s the one who practically poured out her heart and soul to us. We have no reason to turn her down!”
“Dramatic much?” Wonbin teases, and Anton scrunches his nose at him with a pout.
“In any case, that’s a 2-to-1 vote, Wonbin,” Sungchan declares. “You lose.”
Wonbin sighs, defeated. In truth, he wasn’t exactly sure why he was against you living with them. Like Anton and Sungchan, he found your demeanor to be actually quite charming, and he could easily see himself being friends with you. Yet, there was something about you that made him feel… nervous? Skeptical? Whatever it was, it was evident in the fact that he had spoken very little since you had approached them. But he chalked it up to him just being unfamiliar with you, a friend of a friend who had just offered to be their new roommate, and that whatever he was feeling would fade away soon.
Still seated at the table, you watch them murmuring to each other, nervously drumming your fingers against the tabletop. They break off the “bro huddle”, returning to their seats with serious expressions as if they just came from a very important executive business meeting.
There’s a beat of silence as you await their decision, and then Anton says, “Alright, you’re in.”
“Really?!” you exclaim, thrilled despite your apprehensiveness just a few minutes ago.
“Yeah, just to make sure, though,” he says, eyebrows raised and lips pursed, “you’re certain about this, right?”
It dawns on you they’re probably looking out for you, since, even though this apartment checks a lot of things off your list, a girl living with three guys was still not the most ideal living situation. But this considerate gesture makes you even more appreciative of your future roommates, so you eagerly assured him, “Yeah! I’m one hundred percent sure!” (Definitely an overestimate, in retrospect.)
“Okay, cool, let’s talk details then!” Anton exclaims, clasping his hands together and setting them on the table. He goes into a spiel about what to expect once you move in, talking about things like the rent, the fussy old landlord, and how the garbage disposal has been broken for weeks now but they’re all too lazy to call a plumber so they resort to shoving a broom handle down there whenever it gets backed up. (A little concerning to you, but, hey, if it works!)
“Oh, and one last thing: you’ll have a room to yourself, obviously, but you’re gonna have to share a bathroom with Wonbin. Is that fine with you?”
You glance at Wonbin, who gives you the faintest of smiles. Ironically, he was the one you felt the least at ease with at this point, given his lack of engagement compared to the other two, but you had zero inclination to complain about such a small thing now. Besides, you were sure that this arrangement would somehow force the two of you to bond, in one way or another. “Yeah, I’m cool with that. My apartment right now only has one bathroom so I’m pretty much used to it.”
“We can show you around the apartment some time this week, if you want! When do you think you can move in?”
“Well, I’m busy with classes at the moment so I don’t think I’ll have enough time until, maybe, around the end of the week?”
“Sounds like a plan!” Anton proclaims, smiling with his eyes. Sungchan excitedly offers you an outstretched hand, ready to seal the deal, and you take it with a smile. You glance at Wonbin expectantly, but he still doesn’t say much, just offering a soft, quiet “congrats”, before leaning back into his chair. He seems content with being mostly an observer as you, Anton, and Sungchan get further acquainted with each other, only chiming in every now and then to make an offhand comment or give a brief response to one of your questions.
Sungchan, at one point, half-jokingly asks, “Okay, real talk though, who do you think’s the most attractive out of the three of us?”, causing Anton to jokingly grab the front of his t-shirt as if to fight him in your defense. To your surprise, Wonbin joins in, playfully wrapping an arm around Sungchan's shoulders in a half-headlock and ruffling his hair with a fist. Sungchan cries out in complaint, eliciting a fit of giggles out of you, your shoulders shaking as you watch the three boys grapple at each other.
It’s not something you would’ve expected from yourself half an hour prior, laughing and getting along with three boys who you had not only just met, but who were also going to be your new roommates within the week. But, hey, you figured that things change, right?
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꒰ AUTHOR’S NOTE ꒱ this took forever me to write for no reason sawryyy 😭 it also turned out WAYY longer than i was expecting but what can i say i am a yapper at heart (p.s. spot the new girl reference? :3)
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Day 9: Sugar Rush
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x gn!reader (established relationship) (The Gray Man)
Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, Lloyd being Lloyd, established relationship, petnames (baby, sweetheart)
Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be translated, copied or reposted or put through an AI machine
Summary: After gorging on one too many sweets, your boyfriend is hyperactive.
Word count: 398
A/N: I'm slowly making my way through editing!!! Promise!!! - Love, Grem x
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The wrappers were usually a good indicator that Lloyd broke into the sweet cupboard again.
Your boyfriend had an insane sweet tooth, made worse when he was stressed. And work had been kicking his ass as of late.
But the last thing you expected when pushing through the front door was Lloyd rushing towards you.
"Baby!" Lloyd quite literally sweeps you off of your feet, squeezing you tightly.
"Oof- Hello." You chuckle pecking his lips. "how was work?"
"Good. I've been doing some housework and dinner is on and I thought we could watch a movie." He says rattling through options quickly without taking a breath. "There's that cute animated one that came out recently."
"Woah woah woah," you hold up your hands as he sets you down. "Slow down. Jeez Lloyd, what's gotten into you?"
You remove your coat and hang it on the coat rack, kicking off your shoes as Lloyd shifts from foot to foot. You raise an eyebrow at him.
"How many sweets did you eat?" You ask suspiciously and Lloyd looks guilty immediately.
"That's not important."
Walking to the kitchen, Lloyd argues with you the entire way; ranging from it was only a few, you shouldnt be so comcerned and okay maybe it was a little more than a few. Finding the box of sweets is easy but when you go to pick out one of your favourites, you notice the box is full of wrappers.
"Lloyd." You hiss, aghast. "The whole box?"
For a moment Lloyd looks sheepish, like a school boy being chided, before he waves a hand dismissively with a grin.
"I'll buy another one." He says, rushing forward and capturing your hands. "Anyway - not important. You're home. Go pick out a movie, a good one."
He kisses each hand, tickling them with his moustache and naking you giggle.
"You're having a sugar rush," you shake your head before holding up your hands in defeat. "You'll have an awesome time in a few hours when you have the sugar crash."
"Eh," Lloyd shrugs, clearly nonplussed. "All I care about is spending time with my sweetheart."
You roll your eyes and peck his cheek, your annoyance melting into a puddle at your feet. "You know how to make a heart melt, don't ya?" You tease softly, shaking your head.
Lloyd gives you a grin. "So am I forgiven?"
"For now."
#fluffcember 2024#fluffcember#gremlin girly writes#gremlin girly#fluff#fluffcember2024#gn!reader#lloyd hansen x gn!reader#lloyd hansen x you#lloyd hansen x y/n#lloyd hansen#lloyd hansen x reader#lloyd hansen fanfiction
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part 0.12. SUPPORT SMALL BUSINESSES DAY
"trace me onto you."
from title fight, left in saitozaki, fukuoka
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extras <3
INKED AND MY BISQUE BEAU REFERENCES!!! DEFINITELY PLEASE GO CHECK OUT THESE FICS THEY ARE AMAZING <3 (thank u to @eggyrocks and @wyrcan <33)
AND THANK U AGAIN TO EGGY FOR THEIR AWESOME PLAYLIST <33 LET'S GO TITLE FIGHT
atsumu acted so offended when y/n immediately tagged him saying kiyoko was off limits but he was definitely thinking about asking for her phone number...but that's bc he's an idiot
when suna saw y/n's tweets about buying her coffee he texted osamu like "hey what if u dropped off coffee for y/n and ur girlfriend. i'll pay"
osamu is trying his hardest to maintain that they are NOT dating (yet) but he's secretly getting giddy everytime someone calls mbb y/n his girlfriend (SORRY LMAOOO FOR ANYONE WHO HASN'T READ MBB THIS IS PROBABLY CONFUSING THAT JUST MEANS U SHOULD GO READ IT!!!)
he also (pretending to complain about it) agreed to drop off coffee but he's a gentleman and paid for mbb y/n's coffee and suna paid for (love notes) y/n's coffee <3
double dates between the two in the future?? both pairs are so cute 👀
WAIT AND TRIPLE DATE WITH KIYOKO AND INKED Y/N??? hold on i'm cooking
suna and y/n are both fighting for their lives trying to remain casual but they are literally the FARTHEST THING from acting casual
gonna reinforce this again but literally all the art suna sends y/n is actually stuff he's put up with her in mind <3
and suna got too nervous to say anything about how he feels to y/n because the timing just didn't feel right and then she was like "oh i forget we haven't been BEST FRIENDS forever"
he was biting his fist and going thru the five stages of grief trying to interpret the deeper meanings of that text
and atsumu was not sleeping yet while suna was texting y/n (and technically he did not giggle, it was just like little huffs of laughter whenever she said something cute, yk?)
but they both shut off their phones and immediately went to bed after seeing omi's reply they were literally laying in the dark terrified they were going to hear footsteps and banging on their door
i love including my own experiences in my writing (yes i was forced to learn relative tuning before ANYTHING else in a guitar class and then my high e string broke and attacked me </3)
and!! actually the picture suna uses on his twitter (the "i miss you) is a picture i took in new york <3 if u were wondering why it looks so ugly
and an extra note to provide more context for next chapter!! this away game is the last one before winter break <3 y/n mentioned the holidays in her earthen kiln post because next chapter will be about winter break just so everything is clear <3
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The Scent of Jasmine
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Who's in the mood for some carewhumping after the emotional rollercoaster of almost dying? I know I am!
Thank you @whumped-by-glitter and @generic-whumperz for being awesome beta readers
TW/CW: aftermath of mock execution, trauma aftermath, extremely dubious consent, nonverbal whumpee, whumper turned carewhumper, dubiously consensual nudity, death threats, chastity devices (yes, it’s back), forced domesticity, food whump (sort of) (tagging it anyway to cover my bases), intimate whumper
The boss noticed Khaled’s grateful enthusiasm slowly fade into a catatonic silence on the drive home. He didn’t think much of it, though. Poor boy is just shocked is all, he told himself, we can work on that. He parked, got out of the car and led Khaled out of the garage and to the elevator.
His first order of business was to strip Khaled when they got home. The poor thing was soaked in melted snow and cooled piss. He was barely responsive as Thomas pulled him into the laundry room and slowly peeled each layer of clothing off his shivering body. “You need a bath, Khaled.”
Khaled didn’t reply, instead opting to stare at his bare feet with empty, starless eyes. I can’t blame him for being quiet. Anyone would be a little messed up after a mock execution, he figured. He sighed, gently taking the slave’s hand in his and leading him to the master bathroom.
Once inside, Thomas deposited him at the entrance and turned on the lights and the fan. Khaled stood silently watching him by the door as he knelt by the large, deep bath tub. “Come on in,” he beckoned. Khaled inched closer to the bath tub as Thomas poured a generous glug of bubble bath solution into the marble expanse and cranked the water full-blast, making micro-adjustments to make sure the temperature wasn’t too hot. As a finishing touch, he uncapped a tiny bottle of jasmine oil and dripped a few drops into the tub. The floral scent rose on the plumes of steam coming from the frothing tub.
Once the tub was full enough, Thomas turned off the tap and pulled Khaled closer to the tub. He effortlessly scooped the young man’s cold body into his arms, settling him on the edge of the bath tub before gently lowering him in. “I’m going to help you wash your hair and body. Nod if you understand me.”
Khaled faintly nodded, eyes fully closing as he slumped into the soapy water. “Good boy.” Nothing but a small, contented sounding whimper answered him. At least he’s becoming verbal again.
Thomas methodically washed the young man’s body and hair, being mindful of not getting any soap in his eyes as he massaged his scalp with the shampoo. He noticed the newly forming chafe marks on Khaled’s wrists as he scrubbed his body. All the while he whispered sweet nothings into his ear, like “good boy, you’re being so good right now, we’re almost done, I gotta rinse you off and drain the tub next.”
The awareness in Khaled’s eyes was flickering back on once Thomas helped him out of the bath tub and began towel-drying him. “Back with me, beautiful?” he teased.
“Mmm.” Inky dark eyes glittered up at him from dark lashes and damp strands of black hair as Thomas wrapped a soft fluffy towel around his shoulders.
“Yeah, good. Very good.” He procured something small and metallic from behind his back.
Khaled instinctively backed away as soon as he saw what it was. “Khaled,” he warned. It was all he needed to say for the boy to stay rooted on the spot. “I haven’t forgotten about you running around and getting an STD,” he explained as he wrapped the cock cage around Khaled’s privates. “And I’m still mad about it. But maybe I will let you out once we’re both all better.” He padlocked it in place and held the small caged appendage in his hand. “Or once I put that dumpster lover of yours under, like the horndog he is. Whichever comes sooner.” He marveled at how it was but a microcosm of Khaled’s greater captivity. As he craned his gaze upwards, he saw Khaled pout. “Oh, don’t give me that look –I’m doing this for your own good!” The boy smoothed his frown back into a neutral expression of apathy as he hid his eyes behind his lashes.
“That’s more like it. Now, can you change into your pajamas and wait in the living room until Master is done in here?” He measured out his words slowly and carefully, explaining it as if Khaled was a child again. Another quiet hum answered him. “Good boy. When I’m done, we can eat, and then we’ll watch whatever you’d like.” He gestured him out with a small wave of the hand, then hopped into the shower for a quick rinse off himself.
When he got out of the shower, towel-dried himself, and changed into a fresh pair of flannel pants and a wife-beater tank top, Thomas made his way to the living room, where Khaled sat on the floor, at the foot of the couch, gazing down at the carpet with desolate eyes. He was still wrapped in the bath towel. Seeing him there brought back memories of when Khaled was younger, when he would lean against his shins and let him brush his thick black hair. The memory brought back fond feelings in Thomas’ chest. He turned around and went back to the bathroom for a hairbrush.
Once he was done brushing his slave’s hair, they ended up sitting opposite each other at the dining room table, each with a plate of reheated takeout from a new Indian restaurant Tom had wanted to try. While the boss himself ravenously devoured the bhuna ghost, Khaled kept tearing the same corner of buttered naan between his fingers while staring apathetically at the murgh cholay.
“Are you sure you don’t want any more food?” he asked again. “You hardly touched your portion.”
The boy merely shook his head.
“Come on, at least two more bites, Khaled,” he coaxed. “Give me at least two more bites before I put it away.”
Khaled cast him an empty, weary stare, not breaking eye contact as he tore off the weathered chunk of bread, dipped it into the curry, and ate exactly two more bites.
They ended up cuddling onto the couch together after dinner, a rarity in their household. Thomas man-spread on the couch and rested his arms outstretched along the back. Khaled, still wearing nothing but a damp bath towel around his shoulders, leaned against his side with his head resting on his chest. His hands curled around a steaming mug of chai, which he occasionally sipped as they watched a rerun of the AFC World Cup. Khaled didn’t cheer, or groan, or offer any commentary of any kind throughout the whole match. It was unusual for Khaled to remain this quiet and glum during a game. Thomas gently took the mug from his hands and set it on the table. “What’s wrong? Why are you so quiet this evening? Is it –oh, is it because of that little scare off the side of the road?” he guessed. Khaled pushed his weight up against him, just short of burrowing into the man’s side.
“I guess I scared you pretty badly, didn’t I? Look, I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I know now it wasn’t you, but I had to be sure. I promise I will never fake you out like that again.”
The young man remained silent as he leaned against his chest.
“If anything, you should be blaming that boyfriend of yours,” he continued. “I bet he never would’ve attempted that hit if he knew what I was about to do to you tonight. But, what’s done is done, and now you’ll never see him again.”
Khaled did not respond.
It took about an hour more of mind-numbing soccer footage for him to realize the boy had fallen asleep on him.
Oh. He softly smiled as he turned off the TV. He carefully got up and lowered Khaled onto the couch, disentangling the towel from his unconscious, nude form. He propped a throw pillow behind his head, then unfurled a fleece blanket and draped it over him, making sure his feet were covered and he was properly tucked in for the night. “Goodnight, Khaled,” he whispered, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on the side of the boy’s parted lips. “I… love you...”
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I think everyone one can relate.
Probably
Danny never got help with his homework again
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Flufftober Day 12
@flufftober
Prompt(s): "This is Spooky." | "Really?"
Pairing: Sam Wilson x gn!Reader
Tags/warnings: FLUFF, discussions of kids/wanting kids, innuendo, flirting
FYI: Even though no gender is mentioned (and I tried to keep it as neutral as possible) this reader is more female leaning!
Summary: Sam and reader go trick or treating with Sarah’s kids and it leads to some sweet discussions about kids.
Word count: 758 words
A/N: I know I'm behind on the other challenge but I'm in my home country next week for my birthday so I'm trying to schedule everything so I can chill! 🥹 Hoping to get caught up tomorrow!!
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“This is Spooky.”
“Really?”
Your boyfriend looks over at you with a nonplussed expression. The house before definitely does not fall under Spooky category. There’s a few decorations in the yard and by a few it’s one Styrofoam grave with a skeleton sticking out of the dirt in front of it.
You grin over at Sam and give him a small nudge with your elbow, muttering “It’s for the kids.”
“Oh – oh. Yeah. Real spooky.” He says it through gritted teeth, beaming a smile and waving over at his nephews, who are returning from the not-spooky house with their candy bags just a tad fuller.
Their costumes were incredibly adorable. AJ was dressed as Captain America, complete with a cowl and plastic shield and Cass was dressed as some cartoon character you couldn't name. Seeing them dressed up and excitable with Halloween spirit made your heart melt. When Sarah had asked Sam (and by extension you) to take them trick-or-treating whilst she picked up an extra shift, you'd jumped at the chance to spend time with them.
However, seeing all of the young kids in their costumes (and after one particularly fat baby dressed as a pumpkin) you were beginning to feel... something. You couldn't quite pinpoint the feeling; you were ecstatic at the playing and laughter, the dressing up and how cute all the kids were. But there was an ache in your chest that nagged at you; moreso when a family trio walked by hand in hand, all three dressed for treats and trickery.
“Look Y/N!” Cass said excitedly, running towards you with his bag open. “Mrs. Brights gave us Reese’s Pieces!”
“Oh wow!” you respond enthusiastically, leaning closer to inspect the bag. You give Cass a big grin. “Must be because of how awesome you look, kiddo.”
Cass blushes and rushes to join his brother at the next house. You straighten with a sigh and watch from the end of the driveway next to Sam, who’s eyeing you curiously.
“What’s up with you?” He asks, keeping his eyes on his nephews.
“Huh?” you bluster and clear your throat. “Nothing.”
“Don’t nothing me.” Sam’s eyes narrow over to you, but he’s grinning. “You’ve been off all evening. Spill.”
“Its just...” You shift nervously on your feet. You hadn’t expected to have this conversation tonight. A pit of nerves twist anxiously in your stomach and a cold sweat inches down your spine. “Seeing that fat baby really got to me.”
Sam bursts a laugh. “He was pretty chubby.”
Silence falls as the kids come back and you walk briefly to the next house on the lot. Once they’re out of earshot, Sam continues.
“But that doesn’t explain the look you have.”
“What look?” You frown, annoyed your own face had betrayed your emotions so readily.
“I don’t know like.... almost sad. What’s that all about, honey?” Sam’s voice drops to a comforting whisper, a large hand rubbing small circles on your back.
"I uh.... just want one." You say nervously, trying extremely hard to say nonchalant. Sam almost trips at your words and looks at you wide-eyed.
"You.. want one?" He repeats and you're blushing furiously now. Oh God. You're brain panics until Sam continues with, "Like... right now?"
Your burst into giggles and Sam is red-faced with embarrassment. However, his nephews return and demand you both take them to the next block before you can continue your conversation.
"Not now now," You whisper when the kids are out of earshot. "But one day."
Sam clears his throat, adjust his shoulders. "Ah. Gotcha. I, um, - " He flashes you a playful grin. "Would like a fat little pumpkin baby too."
You smirk at him, quirking an eyebrow. Your heart feels a lot lighter than it did earlier. "Just the one?"
Sam shrugs but there's the mischievous glint in his eyes that you love so much. "Maybe a whole patch."
"Samuel," You hiss at him, nudging him with a grin.
"What are you two talking about?" AJ asks, scowling at you both. You hadn't realised they'd finished and thankfully only caught the tail end of your conversation.
"Pumpkins." Comes the unified answer and the matching look of sheepishness.
"Come on boys, we have one street left." You say, ushering them up the street, hand in hand with Sam. When the boys have run up the drive way, Sam pecks your cheek sweetly and you link your arms with his; cuddling closer with a warm, fuzzy feeling as you watch the boys get their final round of candy.
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man there's always a post thats like "fat people are awesome" nd you check the tags or prev post or whatever and its like "fat fetishism people must fucking die and feedism is inherently harmful" and its like ohhh ok i see now
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