#so id just settle for the domestic stuff

[willieverseetheland]

mama?

Dexter Morgan x reader

based on this ask!

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, violence, domestic violence, all the usual Dexter stuff, very much angst Summary: Following Rita’s death, Dexter and reader become close as they deal with the aftermath.

It was a quiet evening. You were sitting on your balcony watching the full, glowing moon. You were deep in thought when your phone began to ring, pulling you back to reality. The caller ID said Dexter Morgan, you thought this was strange as he and Rita were supposed to have left on their honeymoon. Maybe they decided not to bring Harrison along after all. But when you answered, it was a woman's voice.

"Hello? This is Debra Morgan with Miami Metro Homicide, is this y/n?"

"Yes?" You replied with a slight quiver in your voice, confused. Homicide? What is happening? "There's been an incident, Dexter thought you should know. However, he's preoccupied at the moment. Rita..."

Her voice begins to shake, you can sense that she's about to cry

"Um, Rita's been murdered, I understand you two were close."

It was like the entire world stopped. Murdered? Rita was the loveliest, sweetest, most pure-of-heart person you knew. Who would possibly have wanted to hurt her?

The phone slipped out of your hand. Thankfully you were already sitting down, or you may have fell off your balcony. You can hear the woman repeating "hello, are you there?" over the phone. But everything was static. Nothing made sense. As it all began to settle into place, what really happened. You let out a loud sob. Shaking violently, tears streaming down your face. You bang your fist on the ground, screaming. Angry at the world, or whatever higher power that existed. As you sat there and sobbed, you began to think about Harrison, Dexter, Astor, Cody, everyone else who knew and loved Rita. God! Poor Harrison. He hardly got to know his mother.

You think of all the times you saved Rita from Paul. All the late nights scared it would be the last time. Scared, because you didn't know when it would be the last punch, kick, slap. There were honestly times you thought he would kill her. You thought you had prepared yourself for this, but how could you, how could anyone. When he died, you were there to support Rita of course, but deep down you were glad. You saw first-hand how he treated her, how it affected the kids.

Rita was like a sister to you. You considered yourself like an aunt to those kids. A piece of you died today, something you don't know if you'll ever get back.

--

You were awoken by the sound of loud honking. You open your eyes to see the bright morning sun over Miami. It made you angry, how could the world go on when yours came crashing down less than 24 hours ago. You look around, you must've cried yourself into exhaustion and passed out on your balcony.

You go back inside. Your cat comes up to nudge your leg. You look down at him and he just stares at you and meows. You wish you could be like him, blissfully unaware of all the evil in the world.

You go to make a pot of coffee, but you just collapse on the floor of your kitchen. How can you go on? Rita is dead. Harrison, Astor, and Cody just lost their mother. Dexter lost his wife. And yet the world keeps spinning. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, it's your boss. You look at the time, you were supposed to be at work an hour ago.

"Fuck" you sigh, leaning your head back against your kitchen counter

You answer, telling him you won't be coming in today, death in the family. He can be a dick at times, but he's understanding when it comes to this.

You scan your apartment. Eyes settling on the picture on your bedside table. You walk over to it, picking it up. It's a photo of you, Dexter, Rita, and the kids at Rita's birthday party. You place it face down; you can't bear to look at it right now.

Dexter lingers in your mind. God! How could you be so selfish? He must be in shambles right now. Grieving the death of his wife and having to be responsible for little Harrison. Maybe you should go check on him, see Harrison. Might take your mind off of things. Or make things worse. You don't know. Either way you need to do something.

You throw on a sweater and your shoes. You know the house is likely still a crime scene so you can't go there. Dex and Harrison are probably with his sister, who conveniently lives at his old apartment, so finding the place won't be too difficult. You drive like a bat out of hell, trying to get there as fast as you can.

You arrive and knock on the door, no one answers. You knock again, still no answer. You figure nobody is home, so you turn to leave. As you start walking away, you hear the handle turn, and the door unlatch. You turn around, seeing Dexter peering out from the crack in the door. You greet him with a warm smile as he opens the door fully. You immediately lean in for a hug, which he doesn't move away from but doesn't exactly reciprocate. He just stands there with his arms at his side, stiff. He does lean his chin on your shoulder though. He sighs in relief, shoulders loosening.

"Deb called me last night, told me what happened. I know it's probably a stupid question, but how are you?" You look in his eyes, sincerity and empathy written all over your face.

He knows this is hard on you too.

"I'm doing okay, I have to, for him." He turns to look at Harrison, sleeping soundly in his crib.

You two go to sit on the couch, you place a hand on his shoulder, trying to be comforting.

"I found him sitting in a pool of her blood" He turns to look at you, face empty, exhausted.

Your hands fly to your mouth as you gasp

"Dexter, my god. I'm so sorry" Tears begin to well up in your eyes

"If it's too much you don't have to answer, but how did it happen exactly? Deb told me she was murdered, but not what happened."

"You've seen the trinity killer on the news, right?" He turns to look at you

"A single cut to her thigh, slicing the femoral artery. She bled out." His voice is steady, concise.

Anyone who didn't know Dexter would think he's unbothered, but you know this is just him. He's devastated on the inside.

"I, I uh... that's horrible, I'm sorry you had to see that." Your voice is soft, comforting.

"If it's any help, I wouldn't mind watching over Harrison for a few days, while you get the funeral things figured out. And Astor and Cody, if needed."

"They're with their grandparents, they don't know yet. They're coming back today. Thank you, that would actually be a big help." He gives you a slight smile, you can tell it's forced but you appreciate the effort.

--

The days go by, each one as painful as the previous. Everyone tells you to take it one day at a time, but nothing is changing. Nothing is getting better. Her funeral was devastating, you cried the entire time. You tried to stay strong, for the kids, but seeing her lying there, you couldn't. She looked beautiful, like she was sleeping. Astor and Cody went to stay with their grandparents in Orlando, which you know is hard on Dexter. He really loves them. You switched your hours around so you could work nights and watch Harrison during the day while Dex is at work. Harrison has been the only highlight of your life recently, one of the only things you have left of Rita. He's truly an amazing child, and thankfully he doesn't seem to be affected by what happened. You know Dexter was really concerned about that.

You've tried to be there for Dexter as well, but he hasn't been as accepting. You understand though. However, it's what Rita would want you to do. She always trusted you to take care of her family. You considered Rita to be like a sister, and it's what you would do for family.

You take Harrison back home that afternoon. Dexter has the biggest smile on his face as he takes Harrison into his arms, he's a great father and loves Harrison so much.

"How was he?" He questions

"Wonderful as always, he's such a little angel" You smile

"But the real question is, how are you, Dexter?"

"You don't have to worry about me, I'm fine" There's a hint of irritation in his voice

"Dexter, but I do worry about you. You've just suffered a great tragedy. I just want to be sure you're okay"

"I just told you I am okay, why do you care so much anyways?" He shakes his head and places Harrison in his crib

"It's what Rita would've wanted!" You exclaim

He turns around to look at you, you can see that he's distraught. Being a single parent is never easy, especially one that's grieving.

He sighs

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I really am okay, I promise" He gives you another one of his classic fake smiles, you know he doesn't want to talk about it anymore, so you don't press

"Alright, if you insist"

--

It's been almost a year since Rita's death now. You still miss her like crazy, but things have gotten easier. Harrison is walking and talking which has been very emotional, you wish Rita was here to see it. He's become a part of your regular routine now. Dexter offered to pay you to be his nanny, but you declined, quite aggressively. Dexter kept insisting but you would not accept under any circumstances. Spending all this time with Harrison has also meant spending quite a lot of time with Dexter as well. You've grown to really care for him.

One morning, you were over at Dexter's feeding Harrison breakfast. Dexter was getting ready for work. He came out of the bedroom, shirt unbuttoned. You couldn't help but stare, which made you feel guilty. You admired his hands as he swiftly fastened the buttons, his arms as he rolled up his sleeves, his sculpted chest peeking through the top of his shirt. You felt wrong. He comes over to give Harrison a kiss on the head. As he walks by, his shoulder brushes yours. You blush, in embarrassment and due to your true feelings. As you airplane another spoon of yogurt into Harrison's mouth, out comes something that shocks you to your core.

"Mama" Harrison babbles

You and Dexter immediately make eye contact. Your eyes are blown open wide, mouth agape.

"I'm so sorry, I have no idea why he would say that" You panic

"It's alright, he doesn't know any different" Dexter reassures you

You and Dexter just stand there, looking at each other. He smiles, a genuine smile this time. Something you've missed seeing.

He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close. He brings his hand to your cheek and leans in, placing a tender kiss on your lips. You immediately melt. You felt so guilty for feeling the way you did, falling for a man who was grieving his dead wife. You bring your hands up to hold his face. Deepening the kiss. When you pull away, you can't help but smile a big goofy grin. Dexter is smiling too, which makes your heart flutter.

You stand there in comfortable silence, before Dexter announces he has to go, and that he wants you to be here when he gets home. He kisses your cheek and leaves. Your heart feels so full. However, you still feel guilty, like you're betraying Rita, but you also feel like this is what she would want. You know her family well, and you love them like they're your own.

You lay Harrison down for a nap, kissing him on the forehead. You grab a cup of coffee and go outside. It's a chilly spring morning. As you're looking out over Miami, a white butterfly lands on your finger. A tear rolls down your, cheek. You've never been much of a spiritual person, but you know it's her, and suddenly everything starts to feel like it's going to be okay.

...

Literally almost cried while writing this, I love Rita so much. I hope I did your vision justice! Sorry it's so long lol

[ghostismybbygorl]

Soap sfw alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Platonically: soap is very affectionate; he will come up to you sling his arm around your shoulder, give you fist bumps and high-fives. He also loves to give hugs.

Romantically: this man is a cuddle bug. He’ll always have his hands on you. He loves to have his arm around your waist hell pull you into bear hugs he’ll pick you up and throw you over his shoulder with a quick smack on the ass and walk you away. PIGGY BACK RIDES ARE A MUST. He also loves to have you sit on his shoulders while you two are in a public place like a music festival.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’s a very likable person so making friends is easy for him. When you're his best friend there's no escape. He loves spending time with you and will do all the activities. Loves to make dumbass tiktoks or document y’alls silly antics

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

LOVES TO CUDDLE

He loves to hug you from behind, giving you multiple kisses on your neck. Also loves the lazy days where you two will lie in bed holding each other either watching a movie or playing on your phones

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He’d like to date for a couple months before settling down. Of course sleepovers are A-ok and he likes to keep a change of your clothes in his closet just in case you forgot to pack some. Usually itll end up with him giving you a key and being like “no rush but if you want to you can live with me”

He is messy but like adhd messy. He has little trinkets around his place and shoes lying around here and there maybe a couple empty cans from drinking it the night before but he’ll notice if it gets too messy and hell take a day to CLEAN

His room is messy though here's kinda a moodboard of what i think his place looks like

When it comes to cooking he can make the basics; ramen, spaghetti with meat sauce, porridge, pb&j

Though he is a king at making breakfast

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It depends on the situation

If he finds out you cheated he’d be pissed and wont forgive you. He’d call you and tell you to pack your stuff and leave and not to talk to him ever again and the he doesnt want to see you at all.

If its his decision he'd sit you down and explain the reason why he’s leaving most of the time itd be that he fell out of love with you and that he just wants to take time to focus on his career and himself. He’d help you pack your stuff and really give a sincere apology saying tha tit was a great (how ever long you two have been together)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He has a rule to live with you for a couple years before getting married. His mother always told him not to rush love and let it bloom naturally and that He’ll know when its time. Give it about maybe 2-3 years. He really wants to know you before making the full commitment if being with you forever.

Hed want to be engaged for a year or so just to really plan the perfect wedding for you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He loves to roughhouse but he knows your limits.he's extremely playful but hes also a big softie

He’s very open with his emotions and if he has a problem with something he will talk to you about it. He will never raise his voice to you but he knows an argument is about to start or he’s in a bad mood he’ll let you know he needs his space and to talk about it when he’s in a better mood

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Love love lovess hugs. Every chance he gets he’ll engulf you in a bear hug and pester you with kisses. Loves to hug you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Id say it’d slip out randomly something like you two are drunk together hell just be like

“You know i fucking love ya babe youre the best person ever”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets a little bit jealous but not too bad

He does want to know who your friends are and where you're going if you go out somewhere. The two of you share each others location unless Johnny goes on deployment, which he is required to not have his location for safety reasons but its mostly to see if you're home or with a friend. if he sees you're at a place that you usually don't go to hell just shoot you a text like "wya bb?"

If yall are in pubic together and he sees you talking to someone he doesnt know he’ll be by yourside with his hand around your waist or holding your hand

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He likes to do a peck and then deepen the kiss

He uses a lot of to tongue and he bites your lip

He’s got an oral fixation and he loves to kiss you everywhere. His favorite place would be the tip of your nose, your lips, or your neck

He’s not big fan on pda he'd only do a peck, kiss your cheek or forehead but that's it he hates it when couples makeout in public

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He LOVES kids hes so good around them and he knows hot to make a baby stop crying. He’s the funcle and lets his niece and nephew do anything. He spoils the absolute shit out of them and would literally kill a man for them

Kids usually gravitate towards him. If he's in public and he see's a little kid staring at him he'll stick his tongue out and play with them

He use to babysit when he was a teen so he's got skills with changing diapers

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He wakes up early to work out and go on a run but when he comes home he likes to sneak into bed with you and hold you til you wake up. He likes to stay in bed for a couple hours before you two fully get out of bed. He always makes breakfast for you even if you have to work and he doesnt

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He likes to wind down and watch the most popular show that out and then get ready for bed by around 10-11ish he’ll hop into bed maybe read or browse on his phone til he falls alseep. Hed smoke a joint before bed too

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s a very open person but when it comes to his truama he hides it until he feels comfortable enough to tell you. But also on the other side if you start truama dumping hell start truama dumping

When he’s getting to know you he’ll just randomly ask you some questions about you

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He's very level headed when it comes to his anger. When he was younger he used to have anger issues but learned how to keep his emotions at bay. If hes mad he’ll let you know but he does snap at you but he will never raise his voice.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers specific things like the type of food you eat, what your do’s and don'ts are. He usually forgets certain events so he has to be reminded. He has a calendar on his fridge so he can remember certain dates you tell him.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He loves the nights that you two spend together whether its cuddling on the couch to the two of you ‘fighting’ in mario party. Just winding down and having fun with you makes him so happy

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Hes SUPER protective over you. Hes not a toxic level but he would take a bullet for you. If a friend upsets you he’ll calm you down and then his mama bear instincts will kick in and he'll try to contact said friend and talk to them about what happened.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

For dates he likes to do fun stuff like go on a hike, rock climb, any date idea from tiktok. He loves to spoil you and take you out to nice dinners every month

For anniversaries he snags it in the bag. He loves to surprise you and either take you out to a fine dinner or a really nice hike or camping trip. He’ll ask you what you want to do months before and plan everything out

His love language is gift giving so whenever he finds something he thinks you'll like hell buy it and give it to you. Definitely spoils you in the candy department especially if your craving. One time he drove to three different stores for a certain item because you mentioned you where craving it.

With every day Tasks he’ll do them but if you ask him to. He’ll do the major things like dishes cleaning up trash around the place but if his room gets messy or his bathroom is too cluttered youll have to ask him to clean it up (which he'll do)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He's constantly has to be stimming most with something in his mouth so he'll bite his nails, chew some gum, those little flossers in his mouth. Hes like a dog with a bone

He leaves the toilet seat on

He talks with his mouth full and he eats like hes starved.

Hes a snorer

He’s messy as well

He will chug a soda and then burp loud as fuck

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He has a 10 step routine for his hair and he’s always trying to smell good. He has a fear of smelling bad so he has multiple types of soaps

He uses high end shampoo and conditioner for his hair.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He’d be like a lost puppy without you. He absolutely adroes you and would love to spend every moment of his life with you

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He loves to jam out to music when he’s cleaning and he WILL use the broom as a mic.

Spends majority of his paycheck on snacks

He’s a frequent shopper at lush and buys the latest bath bomb to try. Big bubble batch type of guy especially after a long day you will probably find him in a bubble bath with those eye

He likes to paint and draw in his free time

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Hates getting nagged at. Nothings more annoying than someone telling him to do something without asking nicely. He prefers someone whos on the same page or better with being tidy in their living space. He definitely wants someone to help him clean on cleaning days.

An instant turn off is if his partner is constantly trying to start a fight with him. He doesn't want to bicker and fight 24/7

He definitely prefers someone who’s independent but also not at the same time

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Heres his nightly routine

He makes dinner or orders take out and eats them in his living room while catching up on the latest show

He’ll clean up the place til hes bored of doing that

He’ll go to the bathroom, run a bath and relax in there for a while either reading or scrolling through his phone. He’ll get out brush his teeth, take his medicine, do a breif skin care routine, and put on a pair of shorts and oversized shirt to sleep in

He likes to lay in bed and either read or watch something. He’ll also boot up his console and play some games with his friends

He’ll eventually get tired and usually falls asleep doing what he was doing in bed

[distant-velleity]

🕊️: Give just a general domestic tidbit for em (things they like about each other, routines, habits, and just overall sweet stuff)

💧: How well do they comfort each other when they’re upset? 

💕: Who confessed first and how? Did it go as planned or did shenanigans ensue?

ill do floyd/yu bc im in the mood 🔥🔥

Give just a domestic tidbit for em

bc he is SO MFING TALL, i like to imagine floyd has a habit of leaning over to place his chin on yu’s head and wrap his arms around yu’s shoulders. picture this little 160cm guy and the towering 191cm mer he’s grown mutually attached to just behind him with a silly smile. thanks

i dont know if this counts as domestic but have we considered biting as a love language. please. ple—

How well do they comfort each other when they’re upset?

honestly a 50/50 on how well it goes… both of them lowkey struggle with properly regulating their emotions so i think how much comforting is actually done by each other depends. on yu’s end he may need space before he can calm down, and it’s a gamble on whether floyd will cheer him up or make his mood worse ajdhhsd

but also i think 80% of floyd’s issues would settle themselves to be processed later as soon as he sees yu so maybe that is the comfort itself?? lol

Who confessed first and how? Did it go as planned or did shenanigans ensue?

okay so i actually have a (dubiously canon) fic about this that is SORT OF floyd confessing/starting to court yu, and it is so goofy, but im not sure if id go with that in actuality …

bc yu is basically me, and niaa can attest to the fact that i slow burn all of my crushes, i do think that he would hesitate for months but on top of floyd showing mutual interest aaaand the system allowing yu to clearly(ish) see the status of his relationships with others, he might have the guts to be the one to confess eventually!!

… but also floyd might just beat him to the punch on a whim and then yu’s hesitation would make them go through a whole stage of courting. so many options and so many shenanigans either way

[ibelieveinme23]

Experience: 6# (continue 3-5)

Beginning Mantra: Universe, whether today or tomorrow, a month or a year, lustrum(5yr) or a decade, my experiences will appear and occur. Let it be so, that I am manifesting experiences with genuine heart and excitement. Time is on my side. As the world is shaped to work out for me, exactly how I want it to be for me.

Scene:

I walk out first. In a blind rush of camera lights from the side of the fence, I stand stumped. I'm not sure which way to go, but then I feel Yibo walk around me, grabbing my wrist and begin pulling me to the cars around--further back in the lot. We get to a black sleek car with heavily tinted windows. I quickly move to my side of the door, and he nods as we both rush in and outside of prying eyes.

As soon as we are in, I grin as I look at him. He turns on the car and glances at me, his face too in a grin. I settle in the passenger side, a small chill running through me as the cold leather seeps through my clothes.

"Cold?" He says, before reaching for the dials.

"Thanks" I say, and feel warm air hit me, and my seat heating up.

I take the hat off and fluff out my hair. Meanwhile, putting it on my lap. I can see him glancing at me, but I ignore his looks.

"So what do you do for work?" He asks as we set off down the road.

"I guess you could say I do a little bit of everything" I laugh, and glance to see his face look over to mine in confusion.

"Everything?" He pitches.

"You could say that," I start, looking back out in the road, "I work in business, law, entertainment, etc...." looking at him, "I don't have a day to day job if that's what your asking"

"No, I just wanted to know what you spend your time doing", he says.

"Mmm, I hate domesticity and the mundane" I offer, "I like to enjoy what I do. I technically work in law, but I run businesses. I do business internationally, so I travel, but I can do lots of work remotely. It's why I can visit Jackson as often as I do. He visits me there in the States too."

He nods, and I see him processing the information.

"So what do you do?" I ask.

"A little bit of everything", he says and smirks at me.

"Of course" I say smiling.

"Do you know of my work", he asks glancing at me.

"Some" I admit, and smile, "Jackson offered up information a while back, and I have seen the previous work, and the work you have both done together"

"And..."

"Your a great dancer" I start, and he smiles beaming, "but kinda rude" I say, eyeing him.

"Kind of rude?" He echos.

"Mmm, to women" I clarify.

"Mmm", he says after a moment, "I'd say I am direct"

"For that, Id agree, but still rude hence is why I didn't go out of my way to meet you. Wang Yibo has an infamous reputation of being a way with women around him" I say staring out the window.

"Mmm, is that what they told you?...Truthfully, no. What you see is to stop the roomers. The media can be brutal, and stan fans can be worse", he starts more seriously, "and most of the time, I lose track of the amount of women who are only after my money and fame"

Our conversation comes to a close as we pull up to the hotel. When he stops the vehicle, and looks at me, I nod, and begin gathering my stuff.

I glance at him and say, "Mmm, hate to break it to you"

"Yeah, what's that?" he says as we open the car doors.

Stepping out and glancing at him over the top of the car, "I already have both" and wink.

He grins widely, laughs and shakes his head.

We walk forwards towards the hotel, and I stop and turn to him. Lifting the hat back on his head, his gaze is stunned as he watches me, but I say "wouldn't want people to think I am bring a fan"

The mirth and humor in his eyes as they roll, and follow me as we enter the hotel.

They bow as we walk in and they eye Yibo before welcoming me back. I nod and move to the elevators.

The walk and ride is quiet, though I can feel Yibo’s stare on me and everything I do. I move my hair off my neck and to the other side of my head. I glance up at the silver doors and see, Yibo, from the reflection staring at me with a small smile on his face. I am tempted to poke fun, but refrain from it as the excitement of being with him grows in me.

As we come to a stop, we walk down the hall to my door. I slip my card out of my pocket and lay it onto the electronic key panel. The small quiet noise rings out in the quiet hall, and I push the door in. Walking in, I move to the side, letting Yibo in before closing it behind him.

I take off the mask, and my jacket, tossing them on the chair closest to the door.

"Make yourself at home" I say, "there is drinks in the fridge, your welcome to it"

Moving to the my work bag on the side of the entrance and I move it to the table in room.

Yibo goes to the sofa chair and relaxes himself into his seat. Pulling my buzzing phone out of my pocket, I lift it to my ear.

Phone Call:

"Hey, I just got back to the hotel, you already sent the papers?" "Yes, you need to sign then over the pad, and re send them back to me" "Okay, and how did the meeting go" I say pulling out my ipad. "They were very accepting of you being away and that the deal was accepted as is. "Great, and how did the other one go? Has it been finalized as well", I turn on the device and sit at another chair across from Yibo, paying little mind to him as he watches me. "Yes, closed the issue this morning" "Amazing, and after this please move status to unavailable for the rest of the trip please" I say, signing the documents and resenting them back to her. "Understood, have a great trip" "Thanks, see you soon, bye” I put my phone on the table and slide my ipad back into its case. I glance around the room for the first time. Its big and roomy and has a complimentary luxurious queen bed, desk, sitting area, and snack stand.

I rise, and grab my luggage, opening it. I sit on the floor, and start organizing my clothes grabbing my more relaxed clothes. I pull the empty satchel bag out of its smaller compartment and begin filling it up with my stuff. I hear my phone ring and I look for it, patting my pockets.

“Here”, my phone is in front of me, Yibos hand extended out towards me.

“Thanks” I say smiling at him. He sits on the edge of the table next to me as I glance at the screen.

Its Jackson.

“Hey!” I say, and put the phone to my ear.

Jacksons loud voice rings through, “Hey you left!”

“Yeah, I had work--”

“I heard you left with Yibo-ah”

I glance up at Yibo, and he’s staring at me with raised eyebrows in a mocking expression.

I roll my eyes, “Yeah, he offered a ride”

“Are you bullying him?”

“What!” I say affronted, “here”, I say giving the phone to Yibo, and going back to packing.

“Hey” Yibo’s voice rings out. I can vaguely make out Jacksons loud voice, but stick to shoving the rest of my stuff in my bag.

“Yeah, of course” he says, moving stand.

Closing my suitcase, I move to rise, and see Yibo’s hand out for me. I glance at him, and he’s looking to the side. I take his hand and he pulls me up strongly, that I fling into him.

“Jeez, I don’t weigh that much” I say, grumbling.

Stepping away I push my luggage into the closet, and grab my satchel from the bed. I pause, wasn’t it on the floor. Yibo brushes past me to sit on the sofa chair, my phone at his ear.

He moved my bag, I note, before grabbing it. I move back to my work back at the sofa, and pull my charge out and my laptop with it.

I am briefly aware of their conversation, when Yibo says goodbye.

I glance up at him, and he puts my phone on the table in front of me.

“He’s stuck at studio?” I ask, grabbing my phone and putting in my bag.

“Yeah, he has another hour or so”

“Mm...”

“He asked if I could take you to his place”

“Oh, if you have somewhere to be-” I say sitting up, frowning. He’s probably really busy.

“Actually, I was going to see if you wanted to get dinner” He says, stopping me mid-sentence.

“Oh,” I say surprised, he face falls a bit.

“If you’d perfer not-”

“No, of course, did you have a place in mind?” I ask, moving to stand.

He grabs his hat and mask, following me to the door, “you mentioned a shop not to far from your hotel, that was amazing”

“Oh! Yes,” I say, excited at the thought of the food, “I’ll treat you to it, come on lets go!”

Rushing out the door, I drag him with me.

Its a quick ride down the elevator, and to the lot. Back in the car, I send him the address, and click the seatbelt in place.

The are driving down the familiar street when we come to a small shop. After parking, we head in and its the same older women who I see every time I am here. She greets me warmly, patting both my cheeks, and ushers us to a table. Its practically empty, except for a single older man in the corner eating quietly.

I turn, glancing back at Yibo, and he’s watching our interaction with interest.

“Another handsome young man, is he your boyfriend this time?” She says, as she lays the menu between his arms.

“Oh, no this is my friend, and so was the other one” I say exasperated, as I smile at her. She pats my hand, and says she will give us a minute to order, before leaving.

“So, take a look, anything you want” I say, directing my attention back to Yibo.

“You come here often?” He says, glancing at me from over the menu, and back down.

“As often as I am here in Beijing” I say, sighing, and lay the menu down.

“What would you recommend?” he asks, putting the menu down.

“Oh their soup, its their top dish” I say, smiling at him.

‘I’ll have that then,” he says smiling back at me.

The older woman comes back, “so what will it be Mina?”

At the name, Yibo glances at me, but I answer her, “Two of your famous soups, please”

“Of course, I dont even know why I asked, child,” she says with humor, before collecting our menus and bustles away.

I lean back against the seat, and look at Yibo. He is looking at me, and as we sit in silence for a minute, he is the first to break eye contact. He clears his throat, and from the small light, I can see how red his ears are.

I smile, “so, what did you and Jackson talk about?”

Clearing his throat again, he answers, “he was asking why I decided to take you?”

I hum in agreement, “you do seem to harbor home inagreement of girls around you, according to Jackson”

“I do not”, he huffs, “don’t listen to him”

I smile, and we stifle our conversation, when the older woman comes back with hibiscus honey tea for both of us, “its too cold for your sugary drinks, Mina, heres your favorite tea”

We both thank her, and Yibo smiles down amused.

“I don’t want you to think I don’t want to be around you”, he says after a long pause.

It catches me off guard, and I stare up at him.

“I know what others may say about me”, he starts looking down as he stirs his tea, “but, I’d like to get to know you better”

He pauses, for a long moment, before he says, “I am not asking for anything, but your time”

I smile slightly, and say, “Okay”

He smiles privately, biting his lip as he lifts the cup to take a sip.

I feel the flush color my cheeks, and the excitement run through me. The mantra of “he like me, he likes me, he likes me” shooting like firecrackers in my skull.

My thoughts are cut short, when two hot bowls of soup touch the table.

We thank her and eat in silence. We share private glances, and when its time to go, we fight over the check.

“I said I would treat you”, I say, slightly affronted as he holds onto my card on one hand and lifts his card up over my head.

“You didn’t actually think I would let you pay” He says, smirking down at me.

“Yibo-ah” I say, as he also pockets my card.

“Honey, he’s a man, let him pay” the older man behind the register says.

I sign, and watch as Yibo walks forward and opens the door for me.

“Come, Mina” he says, waiting for me.

I huff, smiling as I roll my eyes at him.

As we walk out into the street, the night is bustling with life. Its a bit cold, but there are smaller stops and shops around. The lights of stores and restaurants lighting up the whole block.

“Mind walking around a bit?” I say, as he lets the door go moving to stand next to me.

“Sure” he says, and starts walking in stride with me. He keeps his hat low on his forehead and his mask up to his nose. He walks close to me, as we walk in a comfortable silence around the crowd.

It isn’t until we get to a small outside family shop, that I drag Yibo with me.

“Evening, ma’am”, the shop owner says, as he helps another customer.

“Evening,” I say as I walk forwards towards the gloves and scarves.

I turn to Yibo, who is slow to follow up behind me. I grab the long black soft scarf, and wrap it around Yibo. He looks at me stunned, as I adjust his hat and collar for the scarf. He looks at me in question, and I say simply, “The air is cold, and with the mask its no doubt just filtering in the cold air. Now you have a scarf, and I am treating you”

He rolls his eyes, but from the looks of it, his ears are glowing red under the shop lights. I turn back around and look at the gloves, when I feel a warm hand take my cold one in his. I look back at Yibo, and see him fitting a pair of warm leather glove onto my hand. I am tempted to tell him I can do it myself, but I watch him as he does his task with attention and care, that I can bring myself to stop him.

When he is done with one hand, he moves to grab my other, and I let him. Soon my hands are warm, and I beam up at him. We move to the shop man, and when I pat my pockets for my card, Yibo reaches into his pocket and grabs some cash. I look at him, annoyed, he smiles, and pulls my card out of his left pocket waving it at me. I smile against my annoyance, and roll my eyes as he offers me back my card.

“Lets go back,” he says smiling at me, and I follow in stride.

This time our walk is slow, as we talk about everything and nothing. We laugh and playfully shove each other, but he always pulls me back lightly with a pinch of my coat when he does it.

When we reach the car, we are in better spirits. Once we are in, and driving down the road, he finally asks the question, “So, Mina, I thought it was Kayla”

“It is, they are both my name. One is my first, and the second is my middle. Usually only people who know me, know me call me Mina”, I say watching the lights pass as we drive back to Jacksons apartment.

“Mmm,” he says, “its cute”

I roll my eyes, and smile, my face burning in embarrassment. We spend the rest of the ride back talking about the city and shops around.

Ending Mantra: Universe, I am so excited that I am experiencing this. It was literally everything I imagined and dreamed it would be. It was so fun! It always turns out better than I expect, like why am I always this lucky! Every scene, scenario, and situation works out in my favor. I just adore at how everything happened exactly how I dreamed it would. I am such a powerful manifestor. I am doing so well in life, look at me go! I love who I am becoming, what I am experiencing and who I am experiences it with. I am consistently loved, cherished, and romanced. And, I know that literally nothing can separate me from my desires because I already have them all.

Manifestation Experiences Challenge

Rules: You write a scenario/scene/experience/event that you want to manifest into your life, reality, now.

Remember: To make it fun, and that it's only as true as believe it to be.

Let's have fun and change our life!

[gatorbites-imagines]

May i ask a evan Macmillan (the trapper) from dbd, a nsfw and sfw Headcannon with a male s/o please? ( make us the dominant one 😉)

Evan MacMillan

Nsfw and sfw alphabet

Typically, id only do one alphabet, but I really love Evan, so I decided to write both, though in the future I most likely just do one. You guys can tell I see Evan as a big softy lmao.

Sfw alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I believe Evan isn’t super open or obvious with his affection, especially in the beginning of your relationship. Seeing as hes from the past as well, he might be hesitant to show you affection if you are both men, but he would warm up over time. He shows his affection mainly through actions instead of words, like bringing you gifts, holding your hand, hugging, etc.

 B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

If you are a survivor the friendship would take a long time to brew, seeing as most of your interactions are a game of life or death, but maybe you slowly start to grow closer little by little, I’m not sure how though. Maybe you talk to him when hes carrying you to the hooks or smth. As another killer you might get closer between trials, it would work best if you had a more chill personality or knew how to just have a normal conversation.

 C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I think Evan would be kinda awkward and tense in the start of a relationship when it comes to cuddling, again especially if you are another man. It would take a while, but he would warm up to it. Evan is the little spoon no matter your size, and if he isn’t the little spoon he will lay with his head on your chest.

 D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

There are times when Evan dreams of a life outside of the trials, though he knows its pointless. He can’t help but imagine a life settled on a farm together with you. Maybe some animals, adopt a few kids maybe. He is shy about it, but he likes the idea of being a homebody, doing the “womanly” tasks like cooking or cleaning. It would be relaxing compared to his past.

 E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I think it would depend on why you break up. If it just isn’t working out, he would hesitate for a while but in the end just quietly tell you when you were alone. If it was something like cheating or something bad, I think he would just growl and snap and tell you it was over and target you specifically during trials.

 F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I think part of Evan has always wanted to get married and settle down. But his life up until now has made it pretty impossible to marry, from working with his dad to now being a killer in the fog. He can’t help but think about the two of you wearing matching rings though. I don’t think hes the type to settle quickly, he would want to make sure you were actually compatible in the long run.

 G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Evan could be a pretty gentle lover, it stems from him being a killer and using violence most of the time during trials and pre coming to the fog. So he would want to be gentle with his partner, he might even treat you like glass in the beginning until you reassure him its fine.

 H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Evan hasn’t gotten a lot of hugs in his life, so hes always kinda stuff or awkward when you hug him but he does enjoy hugs. His hugs are a little awkward but hes got the spirit.

 I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

You would most likely say I love you first, and it makes Evan blush. He would have to psyche himself up to say it, and when he does, he mutters it or whispers it between kisses or during cuddling.

 J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Evan isn’t the most jealous out of the killers, which doesn’t say a lot cuz have you seen the killers? He doesn’t like when anyone flirts with you or gets too comfortable with you though, and he will start glaring and targeting whoever was getting too close during trials and drawing it out as much as possible. I could see him as someone who will leave hickeys or bitemarks on visible parts of your body when really jealous. Or scratch marks on your back, whatever you’re into.

 K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Evan would love kissing. In the beginning of the relationship, he would be shy about it especially between the two of you since you are both men. But when he’s warmed up to it I think he is the kind that loves to kiss the back of your hand or your shoulder. He likes when you lean in and kiss him through his mask, you can even use it as a distraction during trials.

 L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Hes kinda awkward around kids, seeing as there weren’t many kids around during his past and no kids in the fog. Hes got the spirit though and tries his best.

 M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Evan wakes up bright and early like a good ol boy, no matter how late you’ve gone to bed. If you arent a morning person he would tuck you back in and go around his routine, hed make some breakfast and if it’s a lazy morning bring it to you in bed so you guys can spend some extra time together. If there isn’t time for that he would go about waking his body up for trails and getting in the right mood for it.

 N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

It depends, if hes busy with trials he would just come back and go to sleep, even forgetting to wash up sometimes. If you both have time expect cuddling, maybe reading a book together or similar.

 O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It takes a good while for Evan to start opening up about his past, but that’s to be expected. He would be scared of chasing you away with his past, he fears that learning about it plus him being one of the killers during the trial would make you leave him.

 P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It depends. If its outside of trials and whatnot I think Evan has a lot of patience and he is always open to talk. During trials or towards anybody but you I think hes got a lot less patience and can easily snap and go beserk.

 Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Evan remembers a lot of things about you, as he feels its important to know his partner. Of course he doesn’t remember everything but he tries his best.

 R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It would be the first time he took his mask off for you, after the two of you have been together for a long time. You wouldn’t have reacted badly at all to seeing him, just cradled his face in your hands and kissed him softly. It would make him feel handsome and loved.

 S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is very protective of you and anything of his, he would target other survivors if they were a bother to you, and if a killer is going after you specifically every trial, he would corner them too. Evan would also like to be protected sometimes, he didn’t know this until you almost tore another survivor a new asshole for insulting Evan a whole lot for no reason.

 T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He wouldn’t go over the top or anything, he would bring you to a nice place in the woods or somewhere for dates or anniversaries, and gifts would be small things like a pocket knife to protect yourself, or a wood figure he carved.

 U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He had a lot of self-hate or disgust with himself, especially his appearance. He would struggle with depressive thoughts or self-destructive thoughts. Evan would also doubt your love for him at times, he doesn’t mean too but it happens.

 V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I think part of him finds himself very ugly and maybe not worth your attention, so it would take some affection and reassurance from you to help him not feel as disgusted with himself.

 W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes to a degree, not as much as others would feel. He can easily go a couple of days without seeing you but he does miss you, but its not that it stops him from going about his life.

 X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Evan makes a mean pie, like its to die for. Some of the other killers he gets along with will invade your place if Evan bakes it, theyre like bloodhounds able to smell it through the fog to wherever they are,

He loves dogs, anything from tiny dogs he can hold in his palm to big dogs the size of a small horse. If the two of you ever get out of the trials and the fog he will definingly want a dog.

 Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

A horrible and manipulative personality. He wouldn’t date a partner who’s quick to judge and shit on others, especially if you’re the kind to focus on things like appearance or to insult someone based on their past, like traumas and things like that. He doesn’t care much for looks but personality is important to him.

 Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He doesn’t sleep a lot, though I don’t think anyone in the fog does tbh. He curls up into a ball when hes having a bad sleep, but when hes comfortable he sprawls out like a starfish and takes of the entire bed.

 Nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Evan is regularly pretty tired after sex, so he just wants to cuddle and maybe kiss a little. Hed sprawl out on the bed and let you clean him up before getting under the blankets and resting on your chest. Make sure to rub his back or his neck and he just melts.

 B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself his favorite body part would be his arms or his shoulders. On his partner its their eyes or torso.

 C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Evan cums a lot, like it gets everywhere and stains the bed every time. He loves when you scoop up his or your own cum and feed it to him. Loves nothing more than if you eat him out after finishing inside him.

 D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Evans dirty secret is he really wants you to milk him, there’s few things he wants more than for you to tie him up and either use your hand or a machine to milk him dry. Loves when you praise him or call him things like little boy or prince because it makes him feel small and loved. If you call him little calf or bull he goes bright red and runs off to hide his blush.

 E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Evan has very little experience, especially with other men. He might have done some hand stuff in the past, but most of the sexual stuff itself he learns from you.

 F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy or cowgirl. He likes when you take him from behind, maybe have him bent over something. But he also likes riding you, especially watching you hold his hips or grip his thick thighs.

 G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Evan isn’t very goofy or jokey during sex, he takes it pretty serious or is too full of lust to joke about.

 H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Evan has body hair all over, his arms, legs, chest, crotch and between his cheeks. Pretty much his entire body. In the past he didn’t care much for taking care of the hair, but after getting together he might preen it a little so it isn’t a full on jungle.

 I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Most of the time he is very romantic and loving, there are times when your doing it missionary and he will just hold onto you and kiss you the entire time. Hes the type to repeat that he loves you over and over when you make him cum.

 J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He isn’t one to jack off a lot honestly, you mainly give him what he wants. He would jerk off if you haven’t seen each other for a while, but its not something he craves or needs to do every day.

 K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Impact play

Bondage

Milking

Roleplay

Overstimulation

Cuddlefucking

Sleepy sex

Is mating press a kink?

Breeding

 L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home, he does not like doing it anywhere where the two of you can be caught. Most public place the two of you could do it would be out in the woods with no one around.

 M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you rub him down or dirtytalk in his ear, maybe start sucking hickeys on his neck and shoulders and bite at his ear. Compliment him and kiss him whilst grabbing his thighs.

 N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes, he does not want to share. Prey/predator or hunter/hunted. He lives most of his time as a killer so he doesn’t want to bring it into his sex life.

 O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Evan isn’t the best at giving oral, but he tries his best. It’s a very sloppy and wet affair, but he always sounds like he really enjoys it. He has a gag reflex though, so he would gag if he got your cock too far in his mouth. He loves to be given oral too, he always claps a hand over his mouth to silence the loud moans that he wants to make.

 P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

With Evan the pace tends to be slow and rough or sensual. He likes when you take your time but press in as deep as possible, especially when you bottom out and finish as deep inside him as possible.

 Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Evan doesn’t do quickies, he likes to take his time and feel it when the two of you do it.

 R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Evan is up to try out new things, but not too extreme stuff. He would need to talk about it first and discuss it though, just in case.

 S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He will most likely have more stamina than you unless you’re a fellow killer or something more than the average human. Evan can go multiple rounds so you always have to make him cum multiple times before you do to tire him out.

 T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Evan doesn’t own toys and you can’t really get any in the fog anyways.

 U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t really tease much. The most he does is maybe flex at you or pin you down during trials, maybe grind against you when hes in a blood frenzy. You would do most of the teasing in the relationship.

 V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Evan isn’t a loud person in general, so during sex its mainly grunts and growls, though he does start whining and moaning a little louder after you’ve made him cum a couple of times.

 W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Evan tried to get advice from some of the killers he gets along with on how to spice things up with you or make a surprise for you. He ends up somehow getting his hands on some lingerie and he gets so embarrassed and flustered when he wears it. He hid it away and still has it somewhere, though he always gets flustered when thinking about wearing it for you.

 X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Evan is a good chunk bigger than average and is slightly thicker than average. Uncut and veiny, you always have to pull the foreskin back to get to his tip.

 Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He doesn’t have a very high sex drive honestly, he can easily go a couple of weeks without sex if he has too and you tend to meet all his needs, though he does like to jerk off every now and then.

 Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If you’ve really tired him out and made him cum multiple times, he will knock out pretty quickly afterwards, he always looks most peaceful after being wrung dry by you. He likes to fall asleep still full of your cum though, so you might not wanna clean that out.

[sinswithpleasure]

The Playgirl (ft. LOONA’s Yves) [Part 3] [Female Reader]

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I’m back with part 3!

I know I said I’d start mentioning Yves being futa here, but welp, I doubt it’d be out until Part 6-8?

If you prefer, this is also on AO3 and AFF!

Thanks to @existslikepristin​ and @ggidolsmuts​ for editing / beta reading!

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Another month passes.

Yves has been improving a lot, and you're teaching her more than just math. Even on weekends, she requests tutoring, and both of you work on projects or study together, be it at Seoul U's cafe or in empty classrooms.

Two months since you began tutoring her, about one month since you took up her deal. Something in Yves shifts—when she began studying, it was out of just competitive spirit. Now, she seems to truly like what she's doing, and you can't help but to let yourself enjoy the sight of this Yves. She turns up to school a little more regularly, though she still comes to terrorize people. She doesn't go out to parties as much, choosing instead to hang with you. The attention you get from her feels like too much and not enough at the same time. 

Other than being your student, Yves becomes somewhat of a regular fixture in your life. She still frustrates you—her semi-regular absences from school are met with your nagging and her regular dismissal, her constant nonchalance about how she carries herself still annoys you, and she still constantly flirts with you. That last point is also part of the reason why she is kind of a welcome presence in your life. If she isn't present in school, she will be seen leaning against a wall after class, leather jacket over her shoulders, your favourite mocha frappe in her hands. If she doesn't turn up for a tutoring session, she drops a call and apologizes, then makes it up to you with your favourite dessert next session. On the regular, she always has a compliment or a greasy remark tailored for you on hand, both making you groan and internally panic simultaneously.

It doesn't help that she keeps getting prettier, at least to you. Every day, her empty desk taunts you. Sometimes, you wish she was next to you, lollipop in her mouth, gazing at you and flirting with you. Your heart skips a beat when she pushes herself off the wall to wrap an arm around your shoulder, waving the frappe in front of your face with a "Hey, babygirl" . You look forward to the text exchanges with her every night, where both of you can text for hours. You adore her lip bites when she is focused on something, her soft "Assa!" when she gets something right.

Perhaps your crush on her is starting to get out of hand, but you don't want it to end. 

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Your phone rings. Caller ID: yves 💘

"Yo, babygirl."

"Don't—ah, nevermind."

"The cafe's closed today. Wanna come over to my place?"

"What?"

"My place. Come over."

"Oh, um…"

"Text me your address. I'll pick you up."

"Okay."

When Yves hangs up, you panic. Her place? You'll get to see how she lives? Her private space? What?! You fire off a text to Yves, then you carry on panicking.

[yves💘 has sent a message:]

Gotchu

I'll see you in 15, babygirl

Can't wait ;)

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Yves's place is cozy. For someone so punk rock, her place looks so homely, so full of life. However, Yves lives alone. Weird, considering there's a lot of stuff that is placed neatly on tables and shelves, too much for one person to use. 

"Welcome to my humble abode, babygirl." Yves curtsies, flashing you her dazzling smile. You place your bag down on the couch in her living room, rummaging to find what you need.

"Hey, would you mind if I went for a shower first? I've had a busy morning."

"Oh, no, sure. Go ahead."

"Right, thanks babe."

Yves leaves. In the meantime, you wander around her living room, glancing at the items on her shelves. A vintage tea set, a back scratcher, and an old camera? Those look pretty cool. Beneath that, another shelf holds a few old DVD cases, each of some old music from the 70s and 80s. Also, are those cassette tapes? You pick each one up, getting a feel of them in your hands. Damn, these are cool.

You wander along the hallways. When you pass by the bathroom, you can hear the water running. Suddenly, you’re hit with intrusive thoughts, all of them about Yves.

Your crush. Just a handful of metres away from you. Undressing. Naked. Under the shower. Water running down her bare skin, maybe over those chiseled abs of hers? Her naked chest, her legs?

You return to her couch, collapsing on it, trying to fight the dirtier thoughts in your head.

You sink your face in your hands, groaning at the thought of a naked Yves. This isn't the first time, and it won't be the last, but it sucks to be thinking of something inappropriate when the time isn't right. The gulps of water you inhale don't quench the correct thirst, but at least it does something.

"Hey baby."

Yves's voice makes you jump. The cutest girl ever greets your eyes, with a look that you never thought she'd rock. That same girl has her head bowed, a sheepish smile on her face, her hand moving to tuck some hair behind her ear.

She looks gorgeous.

Her wet hair, formerly slicked back, now falls over her forehead, forming cute bangs. Her  leather jackets and crop tops are traded for a cozy oversized long-sleeved sweater that engulfs her body, giving her sweater paws. Yves pairs that with sweatpants, and a cute pair of bunny slippers. 

She looks so cute and all you want to do is to mash her lips with yours.

You gasp, freezing. Yves walks over to you, planting her books on the table, refusing to meet your eyes. She grins when she finally looks at you though.

"How do I look?"

"Ah, um, er…" You stammer, unable to process the sight of the punk rock, cool, bad girl Yves now looking like a girly, adorable cutie. This wasn't Yves, this was just Ha Sooyoung. 

"You… you look, er, good," you breathe.

Yves halts, red starting to colour her ears. She looks away, seemingly wiping at her face with one of her sleeves.

"Thank you." Her voice is tiny, tinier than usual. You want to hug her but you control yourself, settling to admire how she looks instead. She looks so pretty, so fucking pretty, and you wonder why she doesn't look like this on the regular. Maybe she's letting you see her more private, intimate side. Maybe she somehow found out you quite like this style. Whatever the reason is, it's working. How do you even continue to function today, now that you've seen Yves look like this?

You love this Yves— no, this is Ha Sooyoung, you hastily remind yourself. She looks so domestic, so cute, so… girlfriend? You want to glomp her, and that urge is increasingly hard to control.

"Let's begin."

"O-Okay."

Both of you slip into your roles as teacher and student. For Yves, it’s seamless, but for you, you struggle to do so. The student herself is a distraction.

The session begins.

-----

"Stay for dinner, babe?"

Yves rises from her chair, walking over to her kitchen. She begins pulling stuff out of her fridge and cabinets, setting them on the table. 

"Oh, sure."

You sink yourself on a dining chair as Yves ties an apron around her neck. She begins work on chopping up some garlic and onions, and you let yourself just… look at her. 

She looks so cool, so domestic, so beautiful as she works on whatever it is. You can't help but fall harder for her, and you let yourself gaze lovingly stare at her.

"You're staring, babygirl."

"Ummfhhhdgh!" You stammer, hastily looking away to pretend you weren't. You drum your fingers on the table, shifting around on your seat to distract yourself from Yves's eyes. 

"Uh-uh, you don't get to hide now." Yves tilts your chin up with her finger, her eyes locked onto yours, her lips inches from yours. This is the umpteenth time Yves has had you in kissing range, and you wish she'd finish the job. 

"You look starstruck, babe. Am I that pretty?"

"Y-Yes." 

Yves chuckles, stroking your cheek with her thumb. 

"God, you're so cute. I'd kiss you right now, but we both know we'd do more than that."

"Wha—?"

"I've seen the way you look at me. I know what you're thinking. If we kiss…" Yves trails off, moving to finish her sentence next to your ear. 

"If we kiss, we both know we won't just be kissing at the end of the night."

When Yves finishes her sentence, you feel her soft lips press against your cheek. Out of the corner of your eye, you see her lips turn up in her signature cocky smirk. You’ve got the urge to kiss it off her face, but you pause, refusing to give in to her. She is right—if you kissed her, you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from jumping her.

-----

Dinner is a relatively quiet affair, with Yves winking at you when you catch eyes with her, and you becoming more flustered each time. All you can think of is about how Yves essentially admitted she knows you want her as much as she wants you, and that thought is enough to fuel your imagination for the night. 

When Yves drops you off in front of your apartment, she gets off her bike, wrapping her arms around your waist from the back.

"Huh?!"

"Goodnight babygirl," Yves whispers next to your ear, her breath causing you to shudder, "I'll be thinking of you tonight."

That settles it. The fire between your legs needs some dousing. You can't help but turn to look at Yves with the utmost shock, meeting her knowing grin. Yves waves, putting her helmet back on and riding off into the night. 

-----

The cold shower you take after reaching home does nothing for you. Yves's words still ring deep in your ear.

If we kiss, we both know we won't just be kissing at the end of the night.

I'll be thinking of you tonight.

Your body feels warm—too warm for the oversized T-shirt and boyshorts you have on. The thought of having Yves pin you against a wall, her lips on yours, tongue swiping at your lips to gain access is way too much for you, and soon enough, you imagine Yves pinning you to her bed, stripping you and teasing you with her touch. These thoughts lead you to lie atop your bed, your shirt pulled up to expose your chest, your boyshorts stripped off to let your hand circle your clit freely. 

"Oh, fuck…"

In your head, Yves has her fingers on you, touching you the same way you touch yourself now. Her fingers mirror the way yours do—rubbing directly over the hood covering your clit, before swiping between your slit to wet her fingers. 

"So wet, babygirl. All for me too."

"Oh, oh shit!"

Yves plunges her fingers deep within you, thrusting freely. Your free hand kneads your left breast, teasing your nipple to drive you crazier. 

"Fuck, Yves, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Yes, babygirl. That's what I want to hear. Moan my name. Let the world know how wet you are for me."

The dirty sounds of your fingers thrusting deep into yourself only fuels your lust even further. The image in your head morphs from Yves fingering you to her between your legs, her panties pushed aside to expose her pussy. Yves pushes her pussy against yours, grinding against you, flexing her abs with each movement of her hips. In the physical world, you strip yourself of the shirt, grabbing a pillow and straddling it. 

"How does my pussy feel against yours, babygirl? I told you I'd make you love me."

You grind harshly on the pillow. The haze of pleasure is all you can process—how loud you moan doesn't matter anymore. 

"Fuck, yes, Yves, Yves, Yves, fuck, Sooyoung, Sooyoung, I'm gonna come, Sooyoung, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!"

With a squeal, you grind harder on the pillow, feeling waves of pleasure wash over your body as slick spills out of your clenching hole. Sweat runs down your forehead, your back, down your chest. In your head, Yves comes just as you do, her body writhing in pleasure as slick flows out of her. 

You collapse on the bed, letting the afterglow of your orgasm wash over you. Yves still doesn't leave your head, but you don't really hate that. You're way beyond trying to hide that you want to fuck her, or that you want her to make you hers anyway.

[cryptidcircuslife]

Hi unofficial compilation of Getting Away From A Place tips

this is tailored to a specific situation so please do your own research for stuff more specific to you

running away tips subreddit

Short Term Preparation:

These are the things you can prepare now if you have to get out fast and unexpectedly

Do not tell anyone about your plan other than those directly involved in helping you.

Make a plan for your cash. You don't want to access an account your family can access or freeze. Slowly withdraw money and hide it if it's at risk of being taken. Withdrawing it all the day you leave will raise a red flag and have you on camera (atm or bank), if you even have time. As a legal adult, you may be able to get away with this because you aren't doing anything against the law. Just make sure to do it before your family finds out about you leaving. When you leave, if you don’t want to be traced- don’t use cards.

For hiding paper cash- you know your house and its occupants best. Determine what objects you have that won't be thrown away or tampered with by someone, and if they have a hollow space, store it. I used to use opaque pill bottles, hidden pockets or bindings in notebooks, the linings of old dvd or game cases, water bottles, gum cases, (all of these put in clothing or backpack pockets), opening the lining of coats and backpacks and hiding it inside of that, inside of hygeine products like the hollow part of a deodorant stick. Inside old electronics. in the stuffing of a plushie. Underneath the insoles of shoes you dont wear often.

Even if your money isn't at risk of being taken, store some of it separately anyway for emergencies.

I heard the bare minimum for running away with no destination or job is $1k. Judge for yourself your needs.

Get a backpack. Waterproof/resistant is better, but any is good. Don't pack it yet, so you don't arouse suspicion. But test out packing it to see if everything fits, and unpack it. Modify some hidden compartments so that when you travel, you will have places to hide your IDs and Cash- it's necessary so no one steals it. You want to travel light, regardless of your situation, because packing and carrying a ton of stuff takes time and you don't always have time on the day you leave.

Get a secondary bag. I learned the hard way that a backpack doesn't fit everything you'll need. Especially with amenities, food, clothing, personal possessions.... A duffel bag, one of those canvas grocery bags. A tote. Something to hold by hand.

Packing lists for running away are surprisingly similar to emergency evacuation pack lists.

Clothes to pack: 1 short sleeve shirt. 1 long sleeve shirt. 1 pair of pants. 7 sock pairs. 7 underwear pairs. 1 jacket. Some winter gear if you can, because nights will always be cold especially if you are stuck outside.

Hygeine to pack: deodorant. toothpaste. toothbrush. floss. baking soda if you’ll be on the road for a long time. Special products you may need- cream for a skin condition, sunscreen. I recommend a small essential oil bottle as a bug repellent, and some have antibacterial properties to help you/your clothes not smell musty af, and they're safe on the skin.

Must-haves to pack: you should have your social security card and another form of ID, like a state ID or drivers license. Pass port if you have one, and birth certificate or a copy if you can. Your cash. A map of your state/region.

Valuables to pack: bring a few things to keep you entertained that are small. A small book, or a notebook and pen. Try not for anything too heavy or bulky. Any survival gear you may own (sewing kits, first aid, multitools, matches, lighters).

If you will be staying outside, get a sleeping bag. Thermal blanket for cold temps.

Food to pack: bring healthy nonperishable food. Junk food won't do much for you on the move. Go for granola/protein bars, dried fruit, meat bars, jars of nut butters, canned food. A water bottle. Bring all medication you need.

Stuff to wear on you: go for baggy and multi-pocketed stuff. Don't wear your favorite clothing if you don't want to be identified, and make sure they blend well into the environment. Grey is the most unnoticeable color, then black, then neutrals. If identification isn't a problem, only wear and pack your favorite things. Wear comfortable and travel safe shirt and pants. Wear a hoodie or tie it around your waist so it doesnt take up bag space. A hat. Keep some cash in a hidden pocket if you can. Wear comfortable sneakers you can move around in for a long time and is good for the weather of where you live. Keep your self defense on you - knives, pepper spray, etc. (and learn the laws for those in your area)

Note: Storing some of these supplies around or in hiding places won't be too weird. Keeping the 'valuables' in the backpack won't be too strange to anyone either. Keeping everything nearby so you can quickly dump everything in the bags and go is a good idea. But Do Not Pack the clothes until the day you leave. clothes are a warning signal for leaving. And you cannot let them find out about your plans, especially if you are in a dangerous place.

Last note: know these are flexible to you. You can add or change stuff, as long as you have the most important things.

Long Term:

These are the things you can prepare for better

Save as much money as possible. You can secretly sell things.

Research more about what you may experience, be that attaining financial independence or how to train hop and live on the streets temporarily. Look at other people's tips for running away, or their experiences. Research moving out tips. Research specific to your area or where you will be headed. Libraries, shelters, charities, support organizations, 24-hour restaurants and locations. Research ticket prices, gas prices, etc. Apartment search. Be sure to remove those from your history. Cleaning it entirely may be suspicious if someone monitors that.

Build a budget and a food plan for how you will use your savings on the road.

As an adult, if you manage to get hired secretly for a job in your target location, you can apply for housing there, too. You will get set move-in dates and can give dates you can start working that work with your runaway schedule.

If you're running away as a minor, you can't stay with friends. However, as an adult you can. If someone is trying to find you, you'll have to be careful still.

If you need to leave fake trails because someone might search for you, there are some excellent resources by people trying to hide from domestic violence. The main tips are leaving fake trails in cities far away from wherever you will be- job applications you have no intention of following through on, apartment applications, phone calls, internet searches, purchases, etc. These can go more in-depth.

If you will be tracked, figure out how to get a burner phone. These are pretty cheap, and so are their service plans. You may want to consider this anyway to pay for your own service if your phone is taken off the existing one. Write down phone numbers you want to keep.

Make sure you have the proper amounts of medications you will need.

Be careful with this one, but figure out if you have any smaller hard-to-replace valuables that you want to bring to your new life but can't pack for your method of travel or might get stolen. Only do this if you have a place you are going to, and are going to get a job and housing there. Make a plan with a trusted friend to hold on to a few things you cannot carry in your bags and arrange for them to be mailed or picked up later. Only do this with one or two things that are easy to carry, because you will need to get it to them somehow, right? dont do this if you don't have the methods or the time before your runaway day. A good example is that I don't want to replace my laptop but I can't tow it through town and across state lines on a train. my friend can take care of it until I am settled.

Tie off any loose ends that you need to. This can be waiting for a responsibility to be gone, waiting for a last paycheck, or attending something you wanted to go to one last time.

Delete old accounts, and eventually deleting your emails and social media associated with your identity.

Note: The best thing you can do with time is make your supplies as efficient as possible, and plan. plan plan plan.

Schedule your leave date. or a range of leaving dates. But know sometimes it can be unpredictable. Make it a day when no one is home- especially if it's a dangerous situation.

On Runaway Day:

Hopefully you have a small window of time where you are alone.

Make sure you’re wearing all your runaway clothes you have prepared.

Pack your backpack and duffel bag quickly.

Leave a note, even if you don't want to. This is important, because you don't want a search for you because someone thought you were kidnapped or murdered. This way, officials can pretty much ignore it since it was voluntary.

Don’t look nervous or afraid while you are out, since that’ll draw unwanted attention.

If you made a plan for someone to pick you up, or to meet someone, make sure they are punctual. Don't meet right in front of your house if possible. Go a few streets away or somewhere less noticeable. Again, make sure whatever you bring is easy to carry so you move fast and no one tries to steal it.

If unfortunately you have to leave very quickly and haphazardly, leave anything not immediately important to survival behind.

Buy your burner phone with cash. Add your written numbers to the contacts. Create your new email and social media from there. If you're hiding, don't take pictures of yourself. Don't use your real name or information. Keep private accounts, and don't interact with anyone who will give you away.

If you have other travel plans, make your way there. Head to your safe places, your shelter, wherever you have planned. You are in your new life.

Once You Are Out:

Take care of your immediate needs. Find resources for food, water, and shelter.

Start accessing any support resources, regardless of what your situation is. In a town I lived in, there was an LGBTQ+ resource center that had entertainment/food/clothing/education clubs/showering/laundry/other amenities and programs for both lgbtq+ and homeless youth. I also took part in a gift drive for a specific minority that I qualified as, which gave me a lot of food.

Start working towards your future goals. Start job searching, and from there being able to secure housing. Start making friends. build a support structure. i hope it goes well

Rebuild your supplies and closet when you have the location security to do so.

[joshuas]

facts

♫ pairing: hwang hyunjin x female reader

♫ genre: fluff, crack (seriously, do not question how i came up with this), domestic au, established relationship au

♫ warnings: mentions spiders, and mentions use of alcohol?

♫ word count: 1.5k

♫ prompt: “are you drunk?” “not nearly enough” from this prompt list !

♫ a/n: this was actually a request from @starteez and dedicated to her as a very very belated birthday present <33 hope you like it :)))

♫ summary: hyunjin gets super drunk and has a Crisis, meanwhile you just wanted to watch the latest episode of your favourite drama.

♫ tagging: @jadezircon @mostlikelynotmelissa and @potato2earth - let me know if you would like to be part of the tag list !

You sighed, settling into the couch, tub of ice cream, and tv remote in hand.

It was Friday night. Otherwise known as you and Hyunjin’s drama night, in which you’d watch the latest episode of the most recent drama the two of you were hooked on. However, today, Hyunjin had decided to go out for drinks with Felix, ditching you and your drama night. Initially, you were annoyed (not that he was hanging out with his friends but more so that he messed with your tradition), but you realised that you could just watch it without him. I mean... he was going out and having fun, who’s to say that you can’t do the same by chilling with your favourite characters and finding out about whatever dark secrets they had been just about to reveal in the previous episode. Okay... the latter of that was your main motivation for it. You’re not that lonely or sad.

Nodding resolutely, you scooped your ice cream, settling into the couch as the drama played, your attention fixated on the screen.

The sharp buzz of your phone startled you out of your immense concentration, the caller ID flashing to reveal your boyfriend, Hyunjin.

Your eyes widened in panic, your hands knocking the ice cream off of your lap as you reached around for the TV remote. The phone buzzed continuously, ringing as you fumbled around for the off button, leaving you breathless as you picked up the phone on the final ring,

“He—“

“Y/NNNN~” Hyunjin whined into the phone, his breathing heavy.

“Hyunjin? What’s wrong? Are you crying? ...Are you drunk?” You closed your eyes, only to open them again in confusion as you heard sniffling on the other end of the phone.

“Not nearly e-enough! I-I don’t w-want to be e-eaten.” He sobbed into the phone.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion,

“What?” Your tone coming out sharper than expected, eliciting more sobs from Hyunjin.

“F-felix w-was telling me about how f-female s-spiders e-eat their m-mates, and now I’m scared and I’m n-never coming h-home because y-you’re going to e-eat me.” Hyunjin breathed, between sobs.

...What?

“Excuse me? Why would I eat you. Felix was talking about spiders.” You said, slightly offended by his drunk comparisons.

He breathed deeply,

“Y-you know how the other day we were watching a Marvel movie and y-you k-know what you s-said? You said that the c-character you r-relate with t-the m-most with is Black Widow!” He exclaimed, almost hysterical.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, as he spoke incoherently at the phone, sobs heaving out of him as if he had just witnessed something deeply distressing. Well... what his drunk mind was picturing was slightly distressing, so it made sense.

“Well yes, because she’s a strong, independent female lead. Anyway, you’re too drunk to understand any of that. Hyunjin. Where are you?”

“I’m not telling you! Y-you can’t come to Felix’s house!” Hyunjin attempted to ward you off before realising his mistake a second later. “FELIX! Y/N’s COMING! She’s going to eat us—“

You hung up on him, grabbing your keys and heading out the door... ignoring the melting ice cream on the floor.

As soon as you reached Felix’s apartment you flung the door wide open, apologising profusely as a wincing Felix came out from behind, guiding you to your extremely drunk boyfriend.

Not noticing your entrance, Hyunjin had positioned himself quite... oddly, so that his head was on the rug on the floor but his legs were on the couch, a hand flung dramatically on his forehead, and another hand on the floor, not too dissimilar to someone doing a one-handed snow angel.

He looks like a four-year-old...

You cleared your throat behind him, approaching him tentatively. Whipping around, his eyes widened when they landed on you, panic flashing through them as he scrambled to sit upright.

“What are you doing here?” His words, although slightly slurred, still portrayed fear that was not well-founded at all. How his drunken state got to thinking you were a spider was beyond you, but then again, he was drinking with Felix, so who knows what went down there.

“I came to pick you up since you’re um. Drunk.” You raised your eyebrows, stating the obvious.

“No! You’re not allowed to take me back to your web.” He stumbled forward, couch cushion in hand in an attempt to ward you off.

Web? Oh my god...

“Can you— ugh. I’m not a spider! I’m not going to eat you! You’re my boyfriend, for God’s sake, and I love you, and I’m not a cannibal. Besides, you wouldn’t be very delicious, you’re mostly just muscle.” You sighed, raising your arms in frustration and defeat.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened in offence, placing a hand on his chest and stepping back, tears started to well in his eyes.

“I— oh no. What? Why are you crying again?” You panicked, settling him on the couch, rubbing his back soothingly as you mentally cursed his current over sensitive state.

“Y-you really t-think I w-wouldn’t be d-delicious?” He sobbed louder into your shoulder, as you rubbed soothing patterns on his back.

You rolled your eyes,

He’s so drunk.

“This conversation is so concerning, and one that I want to discontinue at all costs. I'm not a spider, and I'm not going to eat you. I don't want to comment on... that.” You deadpanned.

“How did you guys even get this drunk?” You glanced between Hyunjin and Felix who had emerged from the kitchen, ice pack on his slightly bruised face.

“It was all him. I asked him if he wanted to come over and watch the latest episode of this drama we’re both really into. He started drinking as soon as we started watching because he didn’t want to remember any of it so that when he watches it with you his reactions are genuine. Eventually, he got too drunk to even sit still, so we turned it off and started talking about stuff.” Felix shrugged.

“...and you somehow got to talking about spiders?” You asked, unimpressed.

“We were baking because he wanted to make you cookies, since he felt guilty...for basically watching nothing. I guess he still felt guilty for the action. Anyway, he freaked out after seeing a spider. Hyunjin, plus being drunk and his usual dramatic self is not fun. Especially when spiders are involved. I told him that fact because it was at the top of my head and he gave up on the cookies and started freaking out about you. Speaking of the cookies, I should probably check on them. You need to take this home before the rest of the guys come here if you want to have any of it.” He headed to the kitchen, leaving you and Hyunjin alone in the living room.

“Hyunjin, why didn’t you just stay home if you were just going to watch the drama? You know that today is drama night.” You crossed your arms, directing your attention once again to your sniffling boyfriend.

“I didn’t want to cry in front of youuu,” he sobbed. “I didn’t know what was going to happen next and I thought they might break up and I just...” he trailed off.

“You know that makes no sense right? You’re literally sobbing in front of me now. Also, you’re my boyfriend, I’m supposed to be there for you, tears and all. Besides, we’ll probably both be sobbing if the main characters broke up. We’ve shipped them too much for that to not be devastating.“ You said resolutely, your gaze softening as you looked at him, snuggling closer to you.

“I knowww.”

“Come on, let’s go home. There’s a tub of ice cream waiting for the both of us.”

Your drama night was postponed to Saturday seeing as soon as the two of you arrived at your apartment, Hyunjin collapsed and fell into a deep sleep on the couch... and your ice cream was on the floor, melted and no longer edible.

Leading you to Saturday night, where you and Hyunjin were snuggled together on the couch, wrapped in a blanket burrito, eating the cookies he baked yesterday, alongside a new tub of ice cream, whilst bawling your eyes out.

“I told you,” he sniffed “I knew this would happen.”

Your tear-filled eyes blurred your vision as you tried to focus on the crying characters on the screen, reaching for another tissue,

“I know, but it’s not as bad when we’re watching it together, and besides, these cookies are incredible with ice cream.” You snuggled into him and gave him a watery smile.

“Hey, as long as you’re not a spider and about to eat me, I’m all for our drama nights and cuddles,” Hyunjin smirked.

You pushed him lightly,

“Oh my god... how do you even remember any of the stuff you said? You were ridiculous.”

“I don’t know but the fact still holds.”

“It’s not even a fact! I'm human!”

💫 masterlist !

[fics-n-stuff]

Secondhand Sofa

Pairing: Willie x Alex

Summary: Alex and Willie need to buy a sofa for their new apartment, domesticity insues. (Alive AU)

Word Count: 1097

A/N: There is nothing that actually connects them, so you don't have to read it, but I wrote this in the same universe as my previous Willex fic Really, Really. It's like a few years in the future from that.

Alex felt like he was dreaming watching Willie dance around the kitchen, but he couldn’t be because he had just woken up not five minutes earlier. Therefore, it had to be real that he and his boyfriend had moved into an apartment together, and said boyfriend was currently the cutest thing on the planet while they made breakfast.

“Morning.” Alex said softly, a fond smile on his face. Willie spun around to look at him, a grin spreading across their lips at the sight of the sleepy blonde. “What are you making?”

“Pancakes.” Willie chirped, turning back to the pan. “How’d you sleep?”

Alex hadn’t expected to sleep well that night, it being their first night in the new apartment. Technically they had started moving in almost a week ago, but they had only gotten a bed yesterday and still didn’t have a sofa. But, to his surprise, he had gotten a full night of sound sleep and he was pretty sure it was because he’d had Willie sleeping beside him.

“Pretty good actually.” He answered, coming up behind his boyfriend to watch the pancake making process over their shoulder. Completely predictably, both the countertop and the stove were a mess. “I am not helping you clean this up.”

“I don’t expect you to.” Willie chuckled. They reached back to grab Alex’s arms and quickly wrapped them around their own body, smiling when he tightened his hold and rested his chin on their shoulder.

The two of them stood there silently while Willie finished making the last few pancakes, and then Alex grabbed some toppings and plates and they moved through to the living room. The area was sparse – they didn’t actually have any furniture to sit on – but they did have an old table that Ray had gifted them and a slightly ugly rug that Alex had stolen from his parents' attic. They had ordered a TV that should have arrived already but seemed to be delayed in it’s delivery.

“There’s a pretty good sofa at the second-hand store a couple blocks away, if we buy it before noon they’ll deliver same day.” Willie said as they sat down on the rug. “Before you ask, it’s not an ugly pattern and there are no mysterious stains.”

“That sounds pretty good. Is it yellow, orange or green?”

“No.”

“Can we afford it?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go after breakfast.” Alex smiled, making Willie giggle and they leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek. “You have to clean the kitchen first.”

“Ugh, why’d you have to ruin it?” They sighed.

“Because you have a habit of making messes and I need to get into the habit of making you clean them up.” Alex answered. “If I don’t start enforcing the rules early then you’ll never listen to me.”

The two of them finished their breakfast, chatting and joking while they ate, and then Alex relented to washing the dishes while Willie cleaned the kitchen surfaces. He really struggled saying no to Willie.

The walk to the second-hand store wasn’t very long, and when they arrived Willie pointed out the sofa through the window before they went in. It was a plain grey, fabric three-seater without any stains, just as Willie had said.

“You know, I didn’t expect it to actually be so alright.” Alex teased, earning himself a light punch on the shoulder from his boyfriend.

“Come on, let’s go pay for it.” They smirked, pulling Alex into the store by their joined hands.

Not only did they get the sofa, but they also came away with a couple of blue tie dye beanbags; Willie’s eyes had lit up when they saw them and Alex didn’t have the heart to say no. The sofa was set to be delivered that afternoon but they carried the beanbags home on their backs, earning a few amused glances from the people that they passed.

“Now we’ll have space for guests!” Willie beamed, dropping their beanbag onto the living room floor. “See, perfect!”

“Yeah, perfect.” Alex smiled fondly, setting his down too. “Two steps closer to having a fully furnished apartment. We have about three hours until the sofa is delivered, what do you want to do?”

“Cookies, cupcakes or brownies?” Willie’s eyes shone so brightly with excitement that Alex almost didn’t think about the mess that they would make baking. “Please?”

“Willie, I love you, but I cannot deal with you constantly making messes in the kitchen; the kitchen that I also have to use.”

“Yeah, and that means you can make the mess with me.” Alex wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen Willie look so mischievous, which was saying something. He pursed his lips, trying so hard to resist giving in to his adorable boyfriend. But, alas, he was a weak man.

“Okay, fine, let’s make brownies.” He sighed, and Willie’s smile widened.

“I love you.” They cooed, grabbing Alex’s hand and dragging him through to the kitchen. He couldn’t help but feel that the words were some type of precursory apology for the mess that was about to be made.

+ + +

“I hate you.” Alex huffed, looking at the mess of flour and chocolate around him. “I love you, but I hate you.”

“You helped me make it so you gotta help me clean it.” Willie grinned teasingly. They had somehow managed to get brownie mix smeared across their cheek, and Alex couldn’t help but move his hand up to wipe it away.

“You tricked me. It was entrapment.”

“No, it was baking with your very pretty boyfriend.”

“The prettiest.” Alex smiled, placing a light kiss on the tip of Willie’s nose. Just then, his phone started ringing where he’d left it in the living room. “Start cleaning.”

“You got it, hotdog.” They chuckled, and Alex scoffed as he went to answer the phone.

The caller ID said it was Julie, but when he picked up he heard Luke talking to somebody else – probably Reggie - on the other end.

“What do you want?” He asked, in lieu of a greeting.

“Do you guys have furniture yet? We’re still waiting for a housewarming party.” Luke said, and Alex could just picture the smirk on his face.

“Who said we were gonna have a housewarming party?”

“Bro, Willie definitely wants to have a housewarming party.”

“And so do all of us!” Reggie called from the background.

“So, do you have furniture yet?” Luke questioned again. Alex let the silence drag out for a moment before he sighed loudly.

“Our sofa arrives in an hour and a half. We still don’t have a TV but if you wanna come then tonight works.” He answered flatly.

“Awsome!” Luke cheered. “See you tonight.”

“We’ll bring takeout!” Julie managed to yell before Alex hung up. He rolled his eyes, stuffing his phone into his pocket and going back to the kitchen.

“What time should we expect them?” Willie asked with an amused smile, wiping down the counter.

“I have no clue.” Alex shrugged. “But we don’t have to cook dinner.”

The two of them finished cleaning the kitchen while they waited for the brownies. It was so utterly domestic, and Alex couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face the entire time. Once the brownies were out of the oven they settled on the beanbags with Willie’s laptop to watch some Netflix while they waited for the sofa to be delivered.

The delivery guys were nice when they arrived, getting the sofa into the apartment and not complaining that the building’s elevator was broken and they had to carry it up five narrow flights of stairs. Now, finally, they had an almost fully functional living room. And to top it all off, the sofa not only looked good in the space but it was also comfortable.

“This place is really starting to feel like a home.” Alex said, taking a moment to stand back and take in the room.

“It’s always gonna feel like a home as long as we’re here together.” Willie replied sweetly, grabbing his hand and dragging him with them to sit on the sofa. “I definitely think we could use a few plants though.”

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Say such sentimental things and then immediately follow them up with a throwaway comment.” Alex explained. He'd never brought it up before but it was something that Willie had been doing a lot for quite a while, and it made Alex’s chest feel funny. He wasn’t particularly good at verbalising heartfelt sentiments – it had taken him a while to even get comfortable with saying “I love you" – but Willie didn’t seem to have a problem with it.

“Because I love you.” They shrugged in answer. “And I love you all the time, even during the most mundane moments. Sometimes I love you and it’s a really big deal and it’s a special moment, but sometimes I love you during super casual moments like getting our sofa delivered.” Alex just stared at them, his brain struggling to process what Willie had said beyond how fuzzy it made him feel.

“Okay.” He mumbled after an unnecessarily long pause, not knowing how else to respond. Willie giggled, adjusting the laptop on the table and hitting play before curling into Alex’s side.

“You could say it back.”

“Oh, I love you too.”

“I know.” They grinned.

They sat together on their freshly delivered sofa for hours, watching Netflix and chatting about random things. Their apartment was turning out to be actually quite cosy. They’d been sitting in silence for a while when all of a sudden Willie spoke up.

“You know what we need to buy?” They asked.

“A set of shelves for all of our miscellaneous stuff and more storage for our ridiculous collection of socks?” Alex suggested, practical as always.

“Well, yeah, but not what I was thinking.”

“Of course not.” Alex chuckled. “What were you thinking?”

“We need fluffy blankets.” Willie smiled excitedly. “And pillows to put on the couch.”

“Why?”

“So that, when our TV arrives, we can have movie nights on the couch and be all warm and comfy.”

“Hm, maybe that’s a good idea.” Alex smiled. He pushed a piece of hair away from their face and tucked it behind their ear, leaning in.

“Yeah, I think so.” Willie replied softly.

They were both smiling, faces only centimetres apart, when they were interrupted by very loud knocking at their door.

“FBI, open up!” They heard Flynn call from the other side. Alex groaned.

“Our idiots are here.” He said flatly. “What incredible timing.”

“We’ll have plenty of time another day. Go answer it, before we get complaints.” Willie replied as the knocking persisted. They pressed a very quick kiss to Alex’s lips before pushing him off of the sofa towards the door.

“Stop knocking, I’m coming!” He yelled, then lowered his voice to a bitter mutter, “I swear to God, this better not become a regular thing.” Willie laughed, and the sound warmed Alex’s heart.

He finally had his own space away from his parents and he shared it with the most perfect boyfriend he could have ever imagined having. He reveled in the feeling for a second before he opened the front door and his rowdy friends destroyed the quiet domestic moment. But that was okay, because this was his family and, although he acted like he was mad, Alex wouldn’t want it any other way.

[inspired-by-the-music]

Missing the shinee universe guys. What kind of place do you think each couple would move into first? Who would wait until they were married or engaged first? Who would live in a condo, apartment, fixer upper home? -SLA

Ahhh, shinee universe! I had every intention of revisiting the shinee universe before I dedicated my whole life to the ever-expanding For You universe, so thank you for this question! feel free to send more!

Once Aimee and I sat down to talk about this, we pumped out our answers pretty quickly. A big chunk of the delay in answering was due to the fact that I re-read the shinee universe to get the answers canonically correct, so you should probably prepare for a novel, SLA! As always, pls feel free to tell me what you think! -Ash

It’s so weird to write these answers out of order, but I decided that it would be best to do this in the order in which the members get married!

Minho

It’s already established that Minho is total husband material, so it’s probably not shocking that he’s the first in this bunch to get married

Minho and his significant other don’t move in together until wedding plans are underway

They move into a house that isn’t technically in the city, but everything is still accessible on the frequent occasion that Minho wants to take his lady out on a date 

Minho encourages his fiancee to make all of the fun decisions about decorations for the wedding and for the house while he deals with what he considers “boring adult stuff”

Although he tries his best not to show it, Minho gets so stressed from all the planning that he decides within himself that he’s NEVER moving again

So he picks a house that has every feature anyone could ever need. He even thinks ahead to make room for any future children. 

All in all, Minho wants to settle into comfortable domestic happiness with the person he loves. Obviously, he’ll still be fun and competitive and exciting, but he doesn’t try to prove that by moving into a new, bigger, fancier house every other year or by making constant home improvements

Plus, he’s a little too busy helping Jinki to start his own projects

Jonghyun

Canonically, Jonghyun and his girlfriend live together in an apartment before they’re married

Although he is the second to get married, he wasn’t in any particular rush to propose until a few years into the relationship when his gf marries off the main characters in her newest best-selling novel

She had never written about a wedding before! Knowing that writing is where she explores her dreams, Jonghyun immediately goes into town to buy a ring after finishing the book. 

(He left in such a hurry, in fact, that he left the book on the park bench. His heart dropped until he found it still sitting where he left it, guarded by a kind old lady who was feeding the birds)

He’s a pretty creative guy himself, so he doesn’t exactly copy the proposal from the novel or from any movies or dramas. 

Very little changes in their daily lives after marriage since they were practically living as a married couple soon after their first hello. 

The wedding rings aren’t the first matching rings Jonghyun and his girl wear to express their love, but there is something special about them that even Jonghyun can’t express in any song-- something that his wife can’t describe in any book

Onew

Jinki is shook because his girlfriend brings up marriage first

His response id delayed not because he’s afraid of commitment but because, “Wow, I didn’t think I’d ever get this far in dating!”

Then, he laughs as he reminds her about their catastrophic iconic first date, and she laughs too, and somehow it’s decided that this is an adequate proposal. 

Jinki still buys her an engagement ring because “She deserves it!” It’s probably blue and beautiful. 

On one of his days off, Jinki gets lost in one of those home renovation marathons on tv, and decides, “I can do that!”

He realizes very quickly that he cannot do that, but he’s already bought a new house that’s in desperate need of renovations so he can’t turn back

Minho and Taemin are the only people who respond to his SOS texts. Place your bets on who steps up to build that house from the ground up!

Onew and Taemin aren’t entirely useless. Onew helps with some heavy lifting, and Taemin. . . well, he makes good playlists, and his awestruck stares fuel Minho’s superhuman strength

Onew has a distorted sense of his contribution to the construction of his house. He brags to everyone, “I built my home with my own to hands!” 

And he also constantly tackles home improvement goals that would never be accomplished without Minho’s help. 

Taemin

While Taemin is one of those “live in the moment” people, he’s also one who believes in destiny. It was never a matter of if he would get married to his girlfriend; it was a matter of when. 

Never truly afraid or embarrassed, Taemin told her outright very early in their relationship, “I’ll marry you one day-- when we’re al grown up!” He meant it, and she knew it. Neither of them is rushing to grow up, though. 

In the meantime, they enjoy each other’s company. They don’t technically live together, but she stays at Taemin’s apartment most of the time because his balcony provides the best sight of the moon and stars she has ever seen

Their favorite pastime is pestering his group members. 

Because Minho is her brother, he is the first target. Uninvited, they invaded his kitchen one morning, knowing well that neither of them knew how to cook to save their lives. Minho would have scolded them then and there when he barrelled down the stairs in his pajamas, expecting to find a burglar, had his wife not smiled so fondly at their effort to play house

Next came Jonghyun, but he wasn’t a satisfying target for any pranky because he always welcomes Taemin and his girlfriend with open arms. He even invites them to spend the night on the pull out sofa in the living room. His hospitality sends them onto the next victim. 

If anything, though, they are Jinki’s victim. When he isn’t insisting on giving them a tour of the house he built with his own two hands-- the house Taemin watched Minho build-- or forcing them to watch home renovation marathons, Jinki asks them with a broad smile, “So, when are you two gonna get married and make me a grandpa?”

Key is the only satisfying target. Taemin and his girl were able to spend an entire weekend in Key’s attic undetected!

“What’s making that noise up there?” Key’s girlfriend asked on the literal day that she moved in.

Key joked, “It’s the demon!”

Determined to prove Key wrong (or right by terrorizing everyone), Taemin stomped on the floor and screamed, “I’m not a demon!”

Suffice it to say that Taemin is lucky to see his wedding day after the beating scolding he received from Key

Key

Key doesn’t really plan to get married. He’s not opposed or anything, but he would only do it after a series of serious conversations with his significant other

He’s not one to judge, but he feels like most people rush in their relationships, and he’s not really about that life. Lowkey thinks Jonghyun is a maniac for moving in with his gf just a month into dating but anyway

His house isn’t a mansion or anything, but it’s obviously too big for just one or two people. He likes to live lavishly. His bathroom is practically a personal spa. 

The first time she visits, his girlfriend thinks he’s kinda weird for living in such a big place without a roommate, but she hides that behind compliments about the interior design or something. 

Key is the least likely to fantasize about living with his significant other. Like, no offense, but his house is his sanctuary. He likes having his own space. Also, he’s kinda particular about his living habits(and he doesn’t really want to share any of his closet space). 

Key only invites his girlfriend to live with him after they’ve been together long enough for him to decide that they can live together in harmony

This is somewhat unrelated, but I imagine that Key hired a housekeeper for a while, but he’s that kind of person who always went through the rooms to reorganize/clean things to his own (admittedly high) standard. So one day he wakes up like “What am I paying this person for?”

Key likes to complain and get under his gf’s skin, so she’s probably not counting the days until she gets to move in either tbh

They definitely 100% bicker the most out of all the couples, but that’s just how they communicate. They make up for their many petty arguments through the week with frequent ‘self-care’ nights wherein they watch dramas while wearing mud masks and sipping wine. 

[ofmerrit]

*  ◜  kristine froseth  ,  cis  woman  &  she/her  ◞  *  according  to  school  records  ,  that’s  merrit  antonietta  unn  hornsby  walking  on  campus  grounds  with  their  usual  iced-americano  from  the ancient  grounds  cafe  .  they’re  known  for  their  long  ,  dark  blonde  locks  outshining  their  surprisingly  tall  figure   and  are  often  spotted  at   the  versailles  garden  reading  wild  geese  by  mary  oliver  .  almost  everyone  knows  their  family  is  worth  like  1.2  billion  dollars  ,  so  we  suspect  they’re  a  member  of   olympus   ,  you  know  ,  the  one  for  old   money  .  do  you  know  where  they  were  the  night  that  the  scholarship  student  died  ?  they  claim  they  were  touring  around  the  campus  for  inspiration  ,  must  be  an  architecture major  thing  ,  right  .  and  hey  ,  don’t  you  agree  that  the  sophomore  reminds  you  of  muffled  screams  into  silk  pillows  ,  the  bellyache  you  get  after  doing  something  wrong  &  vacant smiles ?  you  better  watch  out  h e s t i a  before  something  dangerous  happens  to  you  and  life  ends  at  twenty-two  .  *  ◜  barb  ,  twenty-two  ,  gmt +3  &  she / her  ◞  *

alright alright . it’s me , wrinkle free brain bar from gmt +3 !! so pumped to be here w you sexies mwah <3 here’s merrit’s pinterest board if you’re interested ( pls im a virgo n pinterest addict .. lemme make boards for our muses .. id d*e ! ) imma . bore u to de*th w this intro pls .. forgive me .. i only hav 2 brain cells , this is all over the place HDFJK rip </3 tw: kidnapping, death.

starting w the boring statistics :     full name: merrit antonietta ‘antonia’ unn hornsby     nicknames: mer, antonia, ant, tbc.     code name: hestia ; the goddess of hearth , the family , the state & the domesticity.      star sign: libra sun , virgo moon , scorpio rising.     sexuality: bisexual.     favourite literature piece: wild geese by mary oliver ,  an anthology .                                              “meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,                                              are heading home again.                                              whoever you are, no matter how lonely,                                              the world offers itself to your imagination,                                              calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting                                              over and over announcing your place                                              in the family of things.”

merrit is the only child of the young hornsby couple. she doesn’t remember much of her childhood, according to her grandma, she was the happiest kid. had everything she could ever ask for and more. 

the reason why merrit can’t remember any of this is the beginning of a tragedy �� a stormy december night, she and her parents went missing. grandma says they were gone for over five months. a kidnapping case gone cold, they thought. right when the old couple was giving up on them, an angel from above delivered antonia to their door step. malnourished, void of any memory but alive.

life after losing her parents was easier than expected, grandma hornsby ( nee du pont ) made sure merrit would recover from this without any trauma & in a way, she did.

doesn’t have the best relationship with her grandpa, he’s harsh and cranky and too smart for his own good, merrit is lowkey afraid of him lmfao 

she’s currently studying architecture — her dream major was interior design but grandpa encouraged her to pursue architecture to follow her father’s footsteps.  kinda made sense because she’s fascinated by houses .. in reality the insides, the families living there are the real source of interest for her but she’s happy to settle for outside for now gshdjkf

personality stuff !!!

uMM.... i’d say she’s lowkey a people pleaser sdhjkf like ?? making her grandparents proud is . literally the only thing she’s ever wanted in this world n now she feels the same responsibility for every single soul in her life . a torturous existence if you ask me 

can’t say no <3  if she thinks its gonna make u feel a tiny bit better . boom . she’s in .

the friend you’d call to bury a body . no questions asked . she’s pickin up the shovel as you speak asdghfjk unless it’s between her grandparents n you, then *michael scott vc* how the turntables.... sdhjfk shes rattin u out instantly rip

LOVES to talk n listen . fills her heart with joy . a blabbermouth . 

an overachiever . doesn’t sleep much, rocks the dark circles 7/24 lmfao works bc doesn’t like the idea of .. wasting life if that makes sense ??

loyal 2 a fault. mostly to olympus. wld do anything to stay in the secret society / establish her place .

extremely gentle n caring . sometimes ?? its just . too much sdjkf like. tone it down <3

likes poetry ,, especially mary oliver n louise glück ! her fav poem is the orange by wendy cope.

i imagine her wearing flowy, tulle dresses with floral embroidery or vintage pieces idk 

has shit ton of plants but struggles to keep them alive rip

!!! im . terrible at explaining her fr i hate it here ok i hav a vision but ??? i cant explain it

safe 2 say shes having difficulty deciding who she’s supposed to be . a part of her wants to be the golden child for her grandparents n the other side .. jst wants to live her life y’know ??? 

UPDATE ! i’ve realised that by hiding her secret, i also unintentionally hid a big portion of her personality and she comes across as the typical, soft & gentle soul. don’t get me wrong, she is indeed gentle and soft but she’s also volatile and deceitful !

connection ideas !!!

childhood friends - except she doesn’t remember any of it. maybe your muse thinks she’s changed. maybe they don’t care. maybe they are no longer friends . idk 

penpals - seriously ???  i imagine her as someone who writes letters jst bc they’re nostalgic n cute ??? cld be fun.

a home - i kno home’s not a person but a feeling but tell that to merrit lmao. this person’s probably the only one in the whole damn world she’d choose over her grandparents. platonic or romantic, doesn’t matter.

betrothed - super old school yikes. nt exactly betrothed either .. maybe her grandma thot it’d be better if these two were in a relationship . maybe they remained as friends . maybe they hated each other . maybe they kept the publicity stunt ( cue 2 merrit begging to keep faking the rel so her grandpa wld be happy )

exes - a classic. ts this is me trying vibes . on good or bad terms . lingering feelings ? yes please .

bad + good influence - again, classic sdhjfk

saw u at the garden but cldn’t say hi bc i’m a dumb binch - basically someone she has a minor, unrequited crush on. probably knows this person through her other friends but she’s too damn timid to take the first step

a friend from labyrinth . ok hear me out . this is a big deal for her bc she’s all in for her society n v opposed to the idea of a second one even existing . wouldn’t say shes openly mean or .. rude to labyrinth members but ?? jst . wants to protect her own , so this would be a v secret friendship .

a project - could say she has some sort of a savior complex . wants to ‘fix’ people up .. toxic much, mer? <3 anyway ashdjk maybe she thinks .. she can change your muse ? i truly dont know. 

ok final one . its juicy . someone who’s suspicious of her . she has a secret n for the obv reason i didn’t talk abt it, your muse’s suspicious n it’s just . hashtag awkward

these r the only connection ideas i have rn my brain said get tht fire exit door im off im so sorry forgive moi bUT im a sucker for angst : ) so theres that 

something inspired by my queen n savior phoebe bridgers or . folklore ?? yeah.

give me noora / william vibes . the ex friends . the dan / blair dynamic . i live for them ok sgdhfjkl

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Saving Grace - Part 11

Summary: Steve leaves you and your son to go back to Peggy unaware your pregnant.

Your heartbroken and struggling without Steve until Bucky Barnes steps up to help you out. With you and Bucky growing closer everyday will he be your saving Grace?

I woke up when Bucky leaned over and kissed me, opening my eyes i saw that he was already dressed.

"Where you going?" I asked sleepily reaching for his hand and trying to pull him back to bed, he chuckled but didn't move at all.

"Im going down to the station with Sam to talk to that guy who broke in. I want know who he is and why they were here"

"Can you wait for me? i dont wanna be here alone..."

"Your not alone doll, Wanda is already downstairs" he smiled brushing my hair back from my face and pressing a kiss to my lips "i'll be back as soon as i can. Try and get some more sleep, I love you"

"I love you too Buck" i smiled up at him, then watched as he left the room looking ready to murder someone.

I waited until i heard the front door close before getting out of bed and pulling on one of Bucky's sweaters over my shorts and tank i had slept in. There was no way i could stay in bed knowing Wanda was downstairs with the kids, Grace would need nursing soon anyway. I caught a glimpse of my face in the bathroom mirror and shook my head, my lip was puffy with a bluish/purple hue around the edge, the split starting to scab over some already and under my left eye looked black/purple.... great! I let out a sigh and made my way downstairs.

"Morning" i greeted Wanda with a smile, she walked straight over to me and wrapped me up in a hug, i could tell she was being careful trying not to hurt me.

"Hey sweetheart, how you feeling today?" She asked as she squeezed me a little tighter.

"Aching, i forgot how much it hurts clocking a punch to the face and having your body cut up. How did i used to do this on a daily basis?.... plus I'm a little shaken you know?" I shrugged.

"I totally get it, thats why I'm here to look after you while you rest! And dont you worry, no one is getting in here while im here so go sit down and relax. Breakfast is almost ready, Harrison has been feed and I have bathed him. Lil miss Grace is also bathed and she has had one of her bottles from the fridge, Bucky said you had expressed some milk just incase"

"Wow, you've been busy Wan" i chuckled grabbing some Advil and a glass of water before taking a seat at the table.

"Bucky helped" she smiled "i cant take all the credit. His so good at all this domestic stuff, who would have thought huh?"

"I know right?" I nodded as Wanda placed two plates of pancakes on the table and sat across from me "these smell amazing!"

"Good, then i expect to see an empty plate mama" she teased.

"Hey Wan?" I asked after a few minutes and one pancake successfully eaten.

"Yeah?"

"Can we maybe go to the compound? I dont really wanna be in the house. It feels.... wrong somehow. I know its stupid but...."

"No it not! Its perfectly fine. We can go once you've finished eating and got dressed. Just make sure to tell Bucky where your going or he'll freak out".

Once we were at the compound i felt like i could relax knowing no one would be able to break in here.....maybe id ask Bucky if we could stay here for a few days. Id already run into Bruce and Clint so far....both seemed to be staying close by, Clint had always been like my older brother, looking out for me and was always so protective. He was currently sat with Harrison playing with his toy cars (sound effects and everything!) while holding Grace in one arm. It was clear Clint was a father of three and could handle both kids at once! Wanda was asleep in the armchair and I was sat on the sofa with a hot cup of tea watching on smiling when Steve walked in. He cleared his throat making his presence known and i turned to face him giving him a smile.

“Hey”

"Hey"

"Come join us if you want"

"You sure? I dont wanna interrupt..."

"Its fine Steve just come sit down"

"Okay" he smiled and quickly sat at the opposite end of the sofa i was on.

"You here looking for Sam?" I asked him making conversation.

"No, I'm actually rejoining the team. Its why i was here last night actually, i had to hand in some paperwork"

"Oh......picking up the shield again?"

"No, thats Sam's job now" he chuckled shaking his head "I'm still taking a step back but i'll be around if they need me. Im gonna be training the new recruits to start with"

"Its what your good at Steve, I'm glad your finding your place here again"

"Me too"

"About last night, i just wanna say thank you again. For getting to us as quick as you did..... i dread to think what he would've done if you hadn't shown up when you did"

"But i did. I know i messed everything up with us Y/N, but you and Harrison will always be my family and i'll do everything in my power to keep you both safe"

"I know" i nodded "things will never be like they were with us but I'm hoping we can try and be friends, for Harrisons sake"

"Id like that a lot"

"We're having a party next week for Harrison's 4th Birthday if you want to come?"

"Really?" he asked with wide eyes and a dopey smile spread across his face.

"Yeah, your his dad Steve you should be there"

"Count me in. I'll definitely be there"

"Good"

"Thank you sweetheart, you have no idea how much that means to me"

"Daddy! Come play cars with me!" Harrison called over making us both laugh as he held out various coloured cars in his little hands.

"Yeah come on Steve, i need to get up off this floor now.... I'm too old for this" Clint said struggling to his feet still holding Grace.

Steve took Clints place and was soon crashing cars and making exploding noises making Harrison laugh. After a few minutes i watched as Harrison launched himself at Steve before settling in his lap showing him all the different cars and what ones were his favourites.

Clint had handed Grace back to me so he could go use the bathroom and get something to eat, i was now on the sofa with Grace laying on my chest fast asleep. I could feel my eyes start to flutter close as sleep tried to take me at last, i had only slept for an hour or so after what happened and now it was catching up to me.

I woke up when i felt something shifting my arms.... my eyes shot open only to look up at a grinning Bucky as he carefully took Grace from my arms and placed her in her Bassinet.

"When did you get back?" I asked rubbing at my eyes.

"Just now" he sat next to me and pulled me into his arms "hows your day been?"

"Its been okay, i felt better being here. Would it be okay of we stayed for a while? You've still got your room right?"

"Yeah doll thats fine, I've still got it"

"Good. So did you get anything from the guy who broke in?"

"Not really, looks like they were just your standard home intruders. Chancers who just thought they'd try their luck.... said someone tipped them off that the house would be empty. We cant find any ties to anything bigger than that"

"Thats good news, still doesnt change the fact i dont wanna be in that house anymore. I killed a man in our bedroom Buck!"

"I know"

"I think I'm gonna put the house on the market. Find something a little bigger now theres gonna be two kids running around soon"

"Whatever you want darlin" he kissed me quickly with a smile.

"You'll help me look right? I mean it'll be your home too"

"Of course. We'll find the perfect place".

"Good. Hey, where's Harrison?"

"Steve and Sam took him outside to throw a ball around, he was getting restless"

"Steve and i had a chat earlier. I said we should probably try to be friends for Harrisons sake you know?" I shrugged "he was over the moon Buck. Im just so sick of the fighting between us..... i invited him to Harrisons birthday party"

"I hope we can sort this all out doll, it'd be nice for us all to get along again. I know we both have our issues with Steve but life's too short to hold a grudge like this" he agreed pressing a kiss to my temple.

"Maybe we should still go to the cabin this weekend just the two of us?" I looked up at him "i know the kids are safe here and Steve can spend some time with Harrison... what do you think?"

"I think I'm game if you are?"

"Okay lets do it then, i'll speak to Wanda when she wakes up see if shes still okay with it. I think they wore her out this morning she's been asleep since we got here" i chuckled looking over at the redhead who was buried under a huge purple fluffy blanket "you think she'll be okay for a whole weekend with them?"

"Yeah, she'll have help from the others she wont entirely have them on her own"

"Yeah your right" i nodded covering my mouth as a yawn escaped, i felt a bit better knowing she'd have the team around to help out.

I had just started to fall asleep again when Grace started to whine a little.... guess it was time for a feed.

"Someone hungry hey darlin?" Bucky cooed picking Grace up and trying to sooth her "you wanna go to my room for some privacy while you feed her?"

"Yeah, sounds good... lead the way".

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[viridianv0id]

ANOTHER  THOUGHT I HAD

so, in the game you eventually get the Monarch wings right? you keep these no matter what and they're really damn useful to get to places... 

but what about in a domestic setting? like, in an everyone lives au and ghost, hollow and hornet settle down (or rebuild hallownest, up to them) ghost should still have all the things they found (stuff like mantis claw, shade cloak, isma’s tear MONARCH WINGS) and by that logic they can still use these things after everything is all said and done...  my point is even though ghost is small NOTHING can be hidden from them 

put something up high? a couple of wall jumps and a flap of their wings hide something in acid? isma’s tear will keep them safe need to run away from them? crystal heart and shade cloak will keep them on your tail

like literally this kid is fucking decked out nothing can stop them 

im not even going to get into their spells and how they’d use them (id like to think abyssal shriek becomes something they do when they're frustrated, idk its just funny to me bc ive also done that in game)

youre not even safe in your own damn dreams bc of the dream nail (admittedly, ghost probably wont do something like that unless they have permission too. but you never know, they might get petty)  

[dontcallmecarrie]

Moments Between Breaths

set before this part. As per usual for this AU, warning for brief mentions of alcoholism and domestic abuse.

“I just want my son back,” the man on the screen pleaded to his unseen audience across the country, and if Tony didn’t feel sick, he would’ve scoffed.

So that’s the story Howard was going with now?

Tony wasn’t sure if he felt more disgusted or outraged.

The bastard had rewritten his story more times than he could count, and that had been before they’d left.

“Oh, you’re exaggerating, Maria” this, “Man up, Stark men are made of iron” that, and not a word to acknowledge the late nights when Tony could hear his parents arguing, before Jarvis ushered him off to another wing to safety, because out of sight was out of mind when he was this drunk.

[Jarvis had been very sick the evening Howard had hit him. Tony didn’t know how to feel about the fact that if it weren’t for that flu, they might have still been living together to this day.] 

And now this.

As if they ever had been that happy family Howard kept talking about to the papers. As if he didn’t know full well that he’d only ever been a status symbol to him, and that Howard was more pissed that his wife had stolen his picture-perfect prodigy than anything else because Howard had never spent more than five minutes in the same room with him sober.

Seeing his face now, Tony got a bad taste in his mouth as he went on because it’d been years but the asshole couldn’t just let go, could he?

“—reward for information on his whereabouts. Please call—”

Tony gritted his teeth at the now-familiar spiel, but dutifully took note of some sketch artist’s rendition of what he’d look like now. If only to know what to avoid for future disguises.

Then, that done, he turned the television off, grabbed a nearby pillow, and screamed into it until he wasn’t seeing red because how dare he Howard had no right—

.

As a kid, Tony’s worst nightmare had been Howard finding them.

Had been coming home from school to an empty house and knowing his mom’d been arrested, or getting called to the principal’s office and being told his father was here for him, or being recognized because he’d forgotten to put on the makeup that kept him from being the spitting image of Howard Stark, or—

The list went on and on and on, and Tony found himself shuddering awake every damn time.

.

“Nightmares?” Tony asked quietly as he moved to pour himself a glass of warm milk. It would’ve been hot chocolate, except he didn’t want to wake his mom up when she’d had to pull a double shift. Especially not when it was o-dark thirty, just because of a stupid dream.

In the doorway, Uncle James startled and whipped around, wild-eyed.

Tony gave him a sympathetic smile, and poured him one too, careful to give him his personal space even as he pushed his mug within reach.

“You too?” Uncle James sounded dubious, but at what, Tony couldn’t tell.

“Yep.” He replied. “Want to talk about it?”

“Nope.”

He toasted him with his glass and a sardonic smile. “Fair enough.”

.

At any given moment, Tony has a roll of duct tape, a Swiss Army knife, and a watch within reach.

In his house, there’s two— well, three, now that Uncle James moved in with them— bags with fake IDs and emergency cash and a change of clothes ready in case they ever need to run, multiple escape routes planned out and an action plan in case they ever get separated. 

There’s never been any reason to use them [not yet]; this town is a sleepy place, where the most exciting thing that happened in the past ten years was the time some high schoolers filled City Hall with balloons. 

It was nice [while it lasted, anyway]. 

.

Apparently Uncle James thought he was dangerous. 

Which, okay, true— the way he handled kitchen knives was evidence enough of that.

But.

He wasn’t dangerous to them, which is the important part. Because hey, everyone was dangerous! Heck, if he wanted to, Tony could build a small bomb with just the stuff he had in his pockets, it wasn’t like the guy was special or anything.

Tony knew he was safe with Uncle James, no matter how many times the man woke up screaming in the living room, no matter how many mugs he cracked.

It’s just—

Look, it’s a choice, okay? Just because you can doesn’t mean you should, the important part was what someone did with the power they had. Uncle James was not someone he'd want to meet in a dark alley, sure, but...he wasn’t dangerous.

Howard was dangerous. The few times that Tony’d seen him sober, Howard had been all sneers and disdainful commentary and “not good enough”— and when he was drunk, well...there was a reason they’d left the way they did, simple as that. 

His mom was dangerous. Heck, she was probably the scariest person Tony knew, considering everything. When the going got rough, she had a smile like bared teeth and razors in her words and could drive a man to tears within minutes if she put her mind to it. 

Uncle James? No. Not in a million years. There was a softness in his eyes that Tony sometimes had a hard time wrapping his head around, something kind and warm that wouldn’t have lasted a month under the same roof as Howard Stark.

He was jumpy, was still settling into his own skin— but Tony could already see the kind of person he was, and dangerous wasn’t it. He wasn’t the kind of man who took his anger out on others, who hit things and then people and used every piece of leverage he had to force everyone to do what he wanted. 

Uncle James was quiet, and didn’t impose. He hunched his shoulders after nightmares, and flinched whenever he broke a plate, and didn’t complain about the lumpy couch in the living room even if his feet stuck out whenever he slept. He was taller than Howard, and broader too, but never used his size to intimidate anyone other than creeps.

‘Dangerous.’ Ha.

Tony snorted, shook his head, and reached for another brownie.

[oswednesday]

omg So im taking out the trash and gathering the bins when one of the neighborhood cats came around, it has a collar and that has me all like yes omg i was so afraid my mom and brother were just going to let this cat in while fiddleye was sick and now that he’s gone like you know nothing even like a little bit of morality would stop them like im pro keep cars indoors tho i do think it’s a bit more complicated discourse wise like just not everyone is upper class fvdbdb like cats and dogs too as “pets” is like a luxury and a lot of the conversation is framed around that and not like the human heritage of working animals and like the role these domesticated prey animals play like dogs as tools and cats as like semi-wild companions that are apart of a human ecosystem like bed bugs and spiders and roaches but this is getting off topic, the cats name is shadow and i KNEW the cats name started with an s, like i couldn’t settle on a name but was like certain it had to begin with an s, id never name a black cat something so entry level as shadow (no shade) but it also suits it also i was right and like o m g , i gave it some of the wet food we had and the cat was going h a m over it, like headbutting so aggressive i spilled a bunch and it ate it up just the same, the other cats don’t like this wet food cause they get like Good Stuff tm but my mom gets like cheap cat food from work cause she like larps poverty and so a co worker gifts her all this cheap cat food fbfbdv shadow so desperately wants to come inside the house after it was done eating it sat like by the front door a while

[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Parent Trap 3/? (Keanu x Reader)

Summary: Annie and Hallie are twin sisters who never met until they end up in the same summer camp together. They decide to switch places to see how the other lives. Hallie heads to Los Angeles to meet Keanu, owner of Arch Motorcycle Company, while Annie goes to New York to meet you, rising fashion designer. Their plan is simple: get their parents together to make the perfect family. If only it could be that easy…

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Author’s notes: This chapter is a little shorter, but I hope you all enjoy it. And as usual, feedback is always appreciated.

Wordcount: 1885

Warnings: none (just a ton of domestic fluff)

Hallie’s cheeks were hurting from smiling as she flopped on the bed of Annie’s room. Well her room now since she was pretending to be her sister. She propped herself on her elbows to survey the space, the string lights and delicate pattern of wallpaper such a contrast to her plain walls covered in band and movie posters.

She had been feeling weird the entire day, doubting this crazy plan of Annie and being absolutely certain she would be caught at the first second, as soon as Keanu laid his eyes on her in the airport. However, instead of Keanu, there was Karina and Hallie had been slightly disappointed that he wasn’t there to greet her. Maybe it was for the best, easier to pretend with her aunt than with her dad.

Annie’s aunt. Annie’s dad.

Her brain corrected and Hallie sighed, staring at the ceiling. It was such a weird feeling because in a way, Hallie felt like she knew them from what Annie had told her. Karina had been exactly what she was expecting, fun and cool and so interested in every detail about camp.

Keanu, on the other hand, took Hallie by surprise because Annie hadn’t done him justice. There was this warmth on his hugs that made Hallie want to stay in his arms all the time and such love in his eyes whenever he looked Hallie’s way. It was overwhelming and Hallie found herself jealous of Annie.

Not that Dave wasn’t affectionate and loving. She was and Hallie loved her aunt with all her heart, but it was different. She and Dave expressed their care in different ways, like nicknames and inside jokes. They were great, sure, but the tactile affection Keanu seemed to have with Annie was something that Hallie missed without even realizing it and definitely get used to it if Annie’s plan really worked.

Hallie jumped startled as the sound of her phone. Well, Annie’s phone, because she would never have Taylor Swift as her ringtone willingly.

“Yeah,” she answered, not even bothering to look at the caller ID.

“I really hope you haven’t been talking with that New York accent the whole day!” Annie complained in the line, making Hallie roll her eyes.

“I literally just said yeah,” she replied sitting up. Annie could be so dramatic sometimes. “No one has an accent saying yeah.”

“Whatever!” she could almost picture her sister’s eye roll and smiled to herself. “How is it going over there?”

“Good,” Hallie said, playing with a loose thread on the duvet. “Dad… I mean, Keanu,” she corrected quickly, embarrassed to be calling him like that to Annie. “Took me out for pancakes. Huge ass pancakes!”

“Griddle?” Annie asked, excited coloring her voice and Hallie hummed in agreement. “They’re the best!”

“They really are!” Hallie grinned. “And how are things on your end?”

“Salem hates me,” Annie sighed, and Hallie could hear the pout on her sister’s voice. “He runs and hides whenever I come around. Dave is finding it really weird.”

“Just slip him some pieces of ham. He’ll love you,” Hallie said, her chest suddenly feeling tight. She missed her cat. “How’s Dave?”

“She’s amazing,” Annie sighed again, but this time it was a happy little sigh that had Hallie grinning. “Just like you said. But you didn’t tell me they were twins too. She and our mother.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

It was all Hallie could say really, because she had kept that detail from Annie. Not on purpose, but because it always slipped her mind that Mary and Dave were twins. As a matter of fact, Hallie avoided thinking about Mary altogether. She wasn’t her mother; she was the woman that left her. And yes, Hallie understood that she was sick and probably couldn’t be held responsible for her actions and all, that but it didn’t change the fact that Mary abandoned her as much as she abandoned Annie and Dave was the only parent Hallie ever had. Until now anyway.

They chated a little more, but Hallie hurried to hang up the phone when Keanu poked his head inside the room after a quick knock, giving Hallie a funny look and she bet she had a guilty expression on her face.

“Who was that?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe, eyes narrowed.

“Just a friend from camp,” she replied, trying to sound as innocent as possible. For a second, Keanu just watched her, and alarm bells shrieked in Hallie’s head. That was it. she was caught. He knew.

“Do you remember the conversation we had about dating, right?” Keanu said, coming to sit on the bed with Hallie and she tried to stifle her relieved giggle. “I still think you’re too young, but if you met someone that you like, boy or girl, I hope you know you can talk to me about it.”

“Err, thanks?” Hallie managed, giving him a look. He was right, she was way too young to date. “But it’s really just a friend. She’s more like a sister, really.”

“Ok, good,” Keanu grinned, throwing an arm around Hallie. “Because that was just a bunch of bullshit. I would freak out if you told me you had a boyfriend or girlfriend.”

“Don’t worry, you’re safe,” she said, laughing and she hugged her dad back. “But points for being going for both genders.”

“I’m a cool dad,” Keanu declared with a big grin.

“If you have to tell people you’re cool then you’re not cool,” Hallie joked, squealing when he tickled her sides.

“I show you who’s not cool!” he said, making Hallie bend over laughing and battling his hands, struggling to breathe.

“You’re cool! You’re cool!” Hallie shrieked breathlessly and Keanu stopped, chuckling and looking over at his daughter with a victorious grin.

“And don’t you forget it!” he teased, getting to his feet.

“Can we have pizza for dinner?” Hallie asked, still grinning.

“We just had pancakes. Lots of pancakes.” Keanu pointed out with a frown and Hallie just shrugged. That was three hours ago.

“Yeah, sure.” He nodded, heading to the door.

“Hey, dad?” Hallie called in an impulse, making Keanu paused and look over at her. “I love you.”

Hallie wasn’t sure why she needed to say it. She didn’t even care if it might be out of character for Annie to say it out of the blue – and by the frown on Keanu’s face, it must have been. She just wanted to make sure he knew. Because she did love him, despite only knowing him for a day.

“Love you too, princess,” Keanu replied with a wide smile, before walking out.

She sat there, watching the doorway for a few moments, before grabbing her phone and texting Annie.

This plan of yours better work. Keanu and Dave need to be together.

----

Annie set her phone down when Hallie hung up all the sudden, the last thing she heard or thought she heard, was her dad’s deep baritone on the background and it was enough to rekindle the ache that had been living on her chest all month but that had been dulled a little when arriving in New York.

She missed her dad like crazy and even though she had been loving to spending time with Dave, that wouldn’t just go away. If her plan worked, however, Annie wouldn’t have to worry about missing any of them, because they would all be together like the family she had always wished for.

It was the whole reason why Annie suggested this plan in the first place, even if she didn’t admit completely to Hallie. She grew up watching her friends’ parents together, painting that perfect picture that she craved for. Annie loved her dad and knew he did his best, but she longed for a mom to teach her how to do her nails or talk to boys and stuff like that. And maybe she was being a little too gender normative, but right now, she couldn’t care less.

With a sigh, Annie stared at herself in the dirty mirror in Hallie’s bedroom. She was getting ahead of herself here. First, she needed to make sure Dave and Keanu would be a good match, then she could start planning the wedding.

She pulled her hair in a quick, messy braid, before walking out of the bedroom, catching sight of Salem dashing away from the kitchen as Annie walked in and made a mental note about trying the ham thing Hallie suggested.

“I ordered pizza,” Dave declared with a big smile. “Cute braid. Did you learn in camp?”

Annie froze for a second, quickly running through all her interactions with Hallie in the month the two girls had spent together and realizing she had never seen Hallie with anything other than a ponytail.

“Yeah,” she hurried to say, forcing a smile. “A friend from camp taught me.”

“Cool,” Dave dismissed with a shrug and Annie was relieved. She needed to be more careful. “Grab some sodas and we can eat watching a movie.”

Annie nodded, turning to the fridge to grab the drinks while Dave settled on the couch, pizza box opened on the coffee table in front of them.

Once again Annie froze, this time at the sight of the pizza in front of her. She had completely forgotten that Hallie, unlike her, ate meat.

“What’s wrong?” her aunt asked with a frown of confusion and Annie shook herself. Good thing she was great at thinking on her feet.

“I forgot to tell, I went off meat while on camp,” Annie said, taking her seat and handing over the can of Dr. Pepper. “I mean, most human beings are perfectly capable of going into a plant-based diet and carnism is actually completely ideological and unjust. Why is it ok to kill a cow and eat it while also keeping a cat and dogs as pets? Besides, meat production and consumption are slowly killing our planet. Do you have any idea how much water goes into producing a pound of meat?”

“Whoa! Ok!” Dave interrupted the girl’s rant, raising her hands in surrender. “Who are you and what did you do to my niece?”

Annie knew it was a joke. She really did, but the panic set in anyway and she let out a high pitched, awkward laughter.

“I’m Hallie! Of course, I’m Hallie,” she babbled. “I was born on September 31st, I’m a Libra, I love cats and rock music and…

“Hal, I’m only kidding.” Dave once again interrupted her, this time with a half-amused, half confused smile. “I think it’s very admirable you want to go vegan, but you’re still growing, and I’m not let you cut off animal protein on a whim without talking to your GP first ok?”

“That’s reasonable,” Annie replied, the panic finally dissipating. “Sorry. I just…”

“It’s fine, kiddo,” Dave said with a wink, before glancing to the pizza. “You’re gonna have to pick out the pepperoni from your slices, because I’m starving and not calling the Primo’s to have it changed.”

“I can do that,” Annie smiled, still slightly nervous as she finally took a seat.

“And of course, you’re Hallie,” Dave said after a moment, mouth full of pizza with a quick smile Annie’s way. “I mean, who else would you be?”

xxx (tbc) xxx

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