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scatorcciogf · 1 month

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omd lottienat x reader nsfw alphabet… 😇

omg i immediately thought of them too..not entirely satisfied with this because i'm tired from drawing all day but!! ¬ warnings: fem + sub reader, light bdsm, dom!lottienat :D mdni!!!

a = aftercare; what does aftercare look like with them? → nat is more verbal — telling you you did well, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, subtly reminding you she doesn’t mean any insults she might throw your way while fucking you. lottie is an actions over words kind of person — she’ll draw you a bath, cuddle you, leave gentle kisses all over your body while nat is talking with you. basically, you’re getting pampered.

b = baby; how do they feel about petnames/honourifics? do they change when in the bedroom? → i think lottie is more keen on them. she’d call you baby normally and a good girl during sex, and she’d absolutely get off on you calling her mommy. nat mainly calls the both of you by your name/nickname in both cases

c = camera; who likes to send nudes to the others? have they ever made a sex tape - would they ever? → nat definitely sends the most nudes, especially when you’re in the middle of doing something and she knows it’d be very distracting. regarding the sex tape, though, i think that would moreso be lottie’s thing. she’d love to have a video of nat and her fucking your brains out and make you watch it so you can see how pretty you are when you come.

d = dressing up; how do they feel about lingerie? who likes to wear it for the others? → lottie seems like she’d love a good lingerie set (either p̶u̶r̶p̶l̶e̶ heliotrope or black). nat is a bit more masc, and definitely not as into wearing it as she is into seeing it on you or lottie.

e = edging; is anyone into orgasm control? who is on the receiving end? → oh, both of them love torturing you. nat is more into orgasm denial — teasing and edging you for hours on end, while lottie enjoys the overstimulation that comes after more. they’re both there the whole time, it’s just that nat prefers making you squirm from the lack of touch while lottie is the opposite :)

f = fair; does anyone like to tease? who doesn’t respond well to it? → again, nat loves seeing you get desperate as she teases you. i think she’d be a particularly big fan of dragging out the foreplay so you’re dripping by the time she actually decides to touch you where you need it the most. hearing you whimper and whine under her is possibly her favorite part of it

g = good; is praise something that’s used often? who does it have the biggest effect on? → i think lottie is a big advocate for verbal affirmations in general, and it definitely shows during sex. both in that she loves asking you to be good and then praising you if you manage to obey, but also in that it turns her on when either you or nat tell her how good she’s making you feel or how beautiful she is.

h = horny; who gets turned on the easiest/most often? how do they show it? → i think both nat and lottie have high sex drives, they just show it differently. nat is more direct. she’ll just sit on your lap or come up to you from behind and start doing whatever she knows will turn you on the fastest. lottie is more subtle — she’ll also do things to turn you on, but she’ll act innocent if you mention it, pretending like none of it is on purpose.

i = instigation; who, more often than not, is the one to instigate sex? → like i said, both of them have pretty high libido, so i think it’s an even split. maybe nat simply because lottie, like… actually has a job… and other things to do…

j = joker; who stays on the serious side, and who’s more lighthearted? → lottie takes it very seriously. she can be a tease when she’s in the mood, but she’s generally someone who considers sex to be very intimate and a way for you to be even closer. nat usually focuses more on the pleasure side of things, rather than the emotions, so if anyone would take it less seriously, it’s her. i feel like it’s always an intense experience either way though.

k = kinky; who’s the kinkiest? what are they into, and how do their partners participate (if at all)? → omg this might be a hot take but i genuinely think lottie would be kinkier. nat is maybe more open about being into stuff like bondage or dom/sub dynamics, but i can see lottie being really into some more fucked up shit 😭😭 what that entails is entirely up to you, but either way she would never want you nor nat to do something you’re not comfortable with

l = lick; who enjoys giving head? who likes receiving it? → it’s nat’s preferred way of being fucked, while it’s lottie’s preferred way of fucking you (+ nat). for nat it’s just about preferring it over the stimulation she’d get from fingers or a strap on, while for lottie it’s a way for her to worship your body.

m = middle; who likes to be in the middle of their partners? on the other hand, who prefers to focus on everyone else? → you’re definitely the one that’s bottoming most of the time, but since i see nat as someone who still enjoys being on the receiving end too, while lottie is more of a giver, i think it also wouldn’t be uncommon for nat to have you go down on her while lottie is fucking you from behind. maybe they’d also make you earn your orgasm by being a good girl and making both of them cum first :]

n = no; what’s off the table for each of them? → anything that reminds them of the wilderness. for nat that mostly means stuff like knives/blood, for lottie it’s that + any form of (body) worship.

o = overnight; what happens when they’re finished? do they like to turn in for the night, or do they stay up? → i think both of them are the type of person to stay up and talk after you’re done, but they tend to talk about different things. nat talks about random things, while lottie is more of a sap that talks about how much you both mean to her and how good you were.

p = place; where do they like to have sex? what’s a building/area that’s off limits for one reason or another? → i think the bedroom is just the most convenient place considering there’s three of you, and also because for lottie it adds to the intimacy, which is important to her like i already mentioned

q = quiet; do they like to have anything on in the background, or do they prefer silence? → i feel like lottie might be into some binaural beats type of shit playing in the background… but it’d be so quiet that you can barely hear it anyway

r = restraints; does anyone like bondage? who’s the one to tie them up? → they definitely both like tying you up!! i think nat also might enjoy getting tied up by lottie in the times when it’s just the two of them, but with you she prefers being the dominant one, so it’s not something you’ve done often

s = submission; who likes to submit? what are they like when they do, and what roles do the others assume? → they both like being dominant </3 lottie is usually gentle while nat is more rough with it, but i think she’d also enjoy ‘fighting’ for dominance with you. but if you expressed the desire to experiment and try something different they’d be up for it ofc

t = toys; are toys used? who uses them on who? → oh you know the lottienat strap game is insane… being on all fours for them so lottie can fuck you from behind while you’re sucking nat’s dick >.< or they’d take turns with you, fucking you until you can’t take it anymore

u = uniform; would they ever roleplay? if so, what’s the fantasy and dynamic? → hmm maybe it’s because it’s not a turn on for me personally but i also can’t see either of them being particularly into it either. if you DID do it tho, it’d still definitely be something based on a sub/dom power dynamic, like some teacher/student type of thing

v = voyeur; does anyone take pleasure in watching everyone else? → i think lottie would get a lot of pleasure out of watching you and nat, but i think they’d also definitely make you watch them and not be able to touch yourself as punishment if you’re being a brat

w = window; has anyone got an exhibitionist streak? what’s the closest they’ve come to getting caught? → both of them would find the idea of getting caught more annoying than arousing, so it’s a no for both. that’s more shauna’s thing hehe

x = x marks the spot; who knows their partners, and the way to get them in the mood, the best? → definitely lottie! she’s very analytical during sex, making sure she takes mental notes on what works best for both you and nat. nat also knows exactly how to drive you wild, but it’s based on instinct more than anything else

y = yours; what does dirty talk look like for them? → they have opposite approaches. nat would degrade you, call you a slut, lightheartedly make fun of you whenever you’d get really turned on from her teasing. lottie would call you a good girl, ask you if you’re going to be good for mommy, talk about how beautiful you are when they’re fucking you.

z = zealous; who’s most eager to please? you? 🤔

#🔞 — smut #nat scatorccio x reader #lottie matthews x reader #lottienat #yellowjackets

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fishsticksloser · 9 months

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Could you do a Pav x Reader where Reader always has their mouth on Pav when they cuddle, he doesn't know why u til one day reader goes CRONCH

Bitey!Reader

Spiderverse x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, biting, some suggestive themes but nothing explicit

A/N: I decided to do all of them because... Brain rot. I couldn't stop thinking about everyone else as well as Pav. Another late post...

Miles

He's not a biter

Well...

Sometimes he bites, but more if you ask him to

He doesn't do it on his own accord

He's not really a fan of being bitten

But you like it so he puts up with it

Though Mikes does ask you to cool it a little in you're in public or something

He prefers you biting places like his arm or shoulder

It keeps his hands free so he can continue drawing but allows you to bite if you want

Pav

Bite all you want

He's not much of a biter, but will never say no to you

He'll let you bite wherever too

Pav doesn't really mind

Maybe just not in public, but you've never really done it

But beware, Pav will bite back at some point

And he does occasionally

Normally he bites your cheek or neck

But has been known to bit the back of your hand when you're holding his

Gwen

Not a biter

Won't even bite if you ask/beg

Doesn't like that you bite either

The first time you bit her she smacked you

She thought you were trying to fight or something

But occasionally let's you bite

She's just not a big fan of it

Sorry 🤷‍♀️

Noir

Personal headcanon that Noir and Hobie have sharp canines

So you better believe this man likes to bite you

He loves biting your neck the most

Grazing his teeth against you skin

Leaves marks but only where they can't be seen, he's a gentleman of course

So by all means, bite him

Loves his neck and chest being bit

The first time you did it, he was stunned

Peter had to sit there for a minute and just cool off

Than attacked you so...

Hobie

Like I said above, mans got sharp canines

So he absolutely bites

Loves biting your neck, chest, stomach, thighs, ass

Hobie loves biting everywhere, all the soft skin

You better believe he leaves marks

Deep purple and blues

Absolutely wants to have marks on him too

You start biting his neck?

Terrific, but not his favorite place

No, his favorite place to be but is his hips and waist

You start that and he's gone

Miguel

Prefers to be bitten than to bite

His fangs have paralytic venom so he doesn't want to hurt you

I'm going with comic version for his extra bits (like fangs, claws, and spinnerets)

He can't retract them, so he tries to never bite you

Does he want to?

God yes, he wants to bite you so bad

But he's terrified of paralysing you

So bite him to your heart's content

Definitely enjoys his pecs and abs being bit more than anything, but he'll take what he can get

Peter B.

Peter is a bit iffy on biting

Sure he enjoyed it, but only in the bedroom

Did he stop you from biting him other times? No

But he doesn't really react unless he's in the mood

He'll bite sometimes but prefers to leave it for you

But when he gets going, he'll bite wherever you want

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warmblanketwhump · 2 years

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Hi! I love your writing, it's the perfect form of soft whump! Could you maybe write about a touch starved Whumpee who's hypothermic and Caretaker has to cuddle with them to warm them up??

okay, so first have to apologize profusely - i started a fill for this MONTHS ago and it was just not working for me so i rewrote it like six times 😂 but thank you so much for your prompt and patience, and I hope you enjoy!

A finishes the perimeter check of the camp just as night falls, shuddering as another gust of wind blows right through them. They’ve been waiting all day for the minute they could get warm in their tent, and in just a few minutes, they’ll be able to curl up in a blanket with a nice cup of tea and a book.

They’re almost back to their tent when a small, shadowy figure at the edge of camp catches the corner of their eye. Who’d be outside on a night like this?

As they get closer, their confusion only deepens. It’s B.

B’s huddled alone next to a pitifully small fire, a thin grey blanket wrapped around their shoulders as their only protection from the winter cold. As A draws closer, they see that B’s shivering hard, the blanket barely offering any warmth.

B had hardly been more than skin and bone when they found their crumpled form in a snowbank a week ago, so A doesn’t know why they’re out in the bitter wind instead of hunkered down in their assigned tent. And even if they did prefer the great outdoors, they should have on their standard issue coat, hat, and insulated pants to protect them from the winter chill.

“B? What are you doing out here?”

B shrugs. “Th-thought a f-fire would b-be nice.”

A frowns—it’s a non-answer at best. Everyone has a wood burning stove in their tent, so it doesn’t explain why B’s out here. “B, where’s the winter gear we gave you? Why aren’t you with your assigned team?”

B’a teeth are chattering so hard they can barely speak. “I’m ok-kay here. Th-this is enough.” In the firelight they look like a ghost - all hollow cheeks, shadowed bruises, and a fresh black eye. Slowly, they extend a shaking hand over the small flame, trying to soak up some heat, before giving up and tucking their hand back into the blanket.

A can feel their heart crack in two at the sight. “B, you’re freezing. There’s no way you don’t have hypothermia.”

“They told me it’s enough.”

“….what? Who?”

“No one.” There’s fear in their voice now. A frowns - after B had recovered enough in the medical tent, they’d been reassigned to stay with a specific squad for the remainder of the posting.

“B, this is an order. Who said that?”

B takes a shaky breath, and A can see the twin tears that trickle down their cheeks. “The….the others.”

“Are they why you’re out here?” A can hardly keep the shock from their tone. B’s assigned squad was a bit rowdy and rough around the edges, but this kind of cruelty was beyond anything A had ever imagined.

“They said it’s more than enough for a filthy traitor like me.” B’s voice is hollow and broken, and A swears they can see them slump even farther down. “They’re right, though.”

Hot anger floods in A’s chest, but they stuff it down and trade their rage for tenderness - if not for their own sake, then for B.

“These people, your team…they took what we gave you?” B nods, curling deeper into their pitiful blanket.

“Well we can’t leave you huddled by this pile of matchsticks all night. Come with me.” A stretches out their gloved hand toward B.

B turns to them, something in their eyes bearing the vaguest resemblance to hope. But it’s tenuous and trembling, and their voice is barely above a whisper when they ask “Why?”

A ignores the way their own stomach drops at the question, forcing a gentle smile instead. “Why? Because no one should freeze to death out here alone, that’s why. Come on.”

They scoop B off the ground, wrapping an arm around their waist and half-carrying them back to their tent, wincing as they feel B’s every bone through the blanket, how terribly light they are, and how badly they’re shaking.

In a moment, they’re back to their warm canvas tent, where their best friend C is filling out their daily logs by the blazing wood stove.

“C, help.” A’s breathing hard. “I need you to get them bundled and get them a hot water bottle from the med tent. They’re half frozen.” C drops their pen and stands almost to attention as A deposits B on the cot, pulling two of their own thick quilts over B’s small, shaking body.

“A, what happened?”

“Found them outside.” A lowers their voice and leans closer to C. “The other team didn’t take too kindly to them.”

C stares at the little lump on the bed, nodding as they swallow hard. “Are they…are they okay?”

“I think they’re okay. They’re still awake and talking. But they need to get warmed up.”

C nods, moving to the stove to heat up some water and pull on their winter clothes to dart to the med tent. “Do you know….why?”

A shakes their head, still taking it all in. They’d found B a few weeks ago when moving camp, beaten and bruised in a snowdrift. They wore the enemy colors and uniform, but the team still took them in - if anything, they could be a useful source of info.

Once B was on the mend, they confessed they’d joined the enemy group to escape their life of poverty - only to find out they’d been lied to about the other team’s motives and recruited under false pretenses. By then, it was clear that B was too weak to meet the brutal daily demands in the harsh elements. But by then, they’d already learned too much to be sent back—so they were left to die in the cold snow, where they were discovered by A’s team.

B had promptly disavowed their old team and gave up critical information to help their new team, but many were still wary - if they flipped this easily, how easy would it be for them to flip back?

But A knew that wasn’t likely. They saw the way B flinched every time voices got too loud in a room, the way they snuck pieces of their rations to the team dog, the way they curled in on themselves every time they walked in a room, or how they hung back in the medical tent helping to wrap bandages and tend the wounded instead of jostling their way into strategy sessions or striking up conversations around the bonfires. They didn’t want intel. They just wanted to belong.

“Be right back.” A snaps out of their trance and turns for the door.

“A, it’s a blizzard out there—where are you-“ C starts.

“I’ll only be a few minutes. I just need to fix this.” A’s so full of anger that they don’t even feel the cold as they stalk across the camp, only pausing to give the obligatory salute to the guard before entering the camp leader’s tent.

“A! I thought you’d be hunkered down with everyone else. What brings you here this late?” The leader’s leaned back in their chair, glasses low on their nose.

A clears their throat, hoping to strike the balance between convincing and respectful. “Requesting that B be transferred to my care.”

The leader frowns, paging through the piles of paper on their desk. “A, you’ve got enough on your plate. Another team member is the last thing you need.”

Deep breath, keep it cool. “They have…issues with their current assignment. Issues that I believe put them in danger, and ones that I’d like to personally ensure don’t continue.”

“I don’t see how that’s unusual. Not three weeks ago they were the enemy, however uncommitted. It will take time for people to warm up to them.” The captain flips their file over, frowning as they read, half-distracted from A’s request.

“With all due respect, B can’t afford to wait,” A snaps. “I just found them out in the wind, alone, next to a pathetic fire. Their squad took all their winter clothing and kicked them out, which goes against everything we stand for.” A swallows hard, hoping that they’ve stuffed the white hot rage far enough within. “Sorry. That was out of line. But I just don’t trust anyone else with them.”

The leader eyes them warily, but shakes their head and pushes forward a piece of paper. “If you think you can handle it, sign here. But know that your duties won’t be lessened. They’re your responsibility.”

“Yes, Captain. I understand.” A scribbles their signature in a flash—they’re too red-hot with anger to broach the idea of discipline for the other squad, but that can wait. Their main priority is B, and keeping them safe, and now they can.

They turn on their heel and practically run back to the tent, stomach flipping with some unnamed emotion. When they dart back into the warmth of the tent, they see C shaking a glass thermometer, palm on B’s forehead. In the firelight, the glass sends little ice-crystal prisms across the canvas roof, which billow and roll against the stiff wind outdoors like the waves of the ocean. Below, a shivering B is covered in a pile of quilts and blankets, a woolen hat pulled over their head.

C gazes at the thermometer for a moment, then shakes their head and grabs one of three cups of tea from the stove and hands it to A. A accepts it gratefully, curling their frozen fingers around the warm mug.

“Their temp is still way too low.” C turns A toward them and lowers their voice. “They’ve hardly got any insulation as it is, and who knows how long they’d been out there. I got as many hot water bottles and blankets the doc could spare, but it’s just so cold out and they’re so small…”

“Then we improvise.” A kneels down next to their cot - B’s cot, now - and places a hand on their forehead. “B? How you feeling, bud?”

A can’t quite hear their response, but it’s somewhere between a shaky whimper and the word “cold”.

“Yeah, I know, it’s pretty miserable out there, huh?” B nods, and A sees the tiniest glitter of a tear slip down the side of their nose. They sneak a hand out from under the blankets and reach toward A, and A takes their icy fingers in their hand.

“That’s another thing. They keep reaching for something, but I don’t know what.” As C talks, B keeps weakly pulling on A’s arm.

“We’re going to warm you up, okay? Is it okay if we get under the blankets with you?” B nods, eyes scrunched shut.

A shucks off most of their layers and walks around to the far side of the cot. C also sheds their extra layers and pushes their own cot against the one B’s on, with the twin cots forming a full-on blanket nest.

The cots squeak as both of them ease onto the bed, curling up on both sides of B. Blankets are rumpled and pillows are adjusted, and after a bit of jostling, both A and C have snugly sandwiched B in a pocket of hot water bottles, blankets, and body heat.

“There you go. All snug.” A reaches out and shifts a water bottle closer to B’s chest. “Soon you’ll be so warm you’ll be shoving us out. How’s that sound?”

The only reply they get is a big, gulping sob. Somehow, B works their hands out of the layers and frantically clutches A’s shirt in their fist, pulling it toward them.

A’s confusion is reflected in C’s face, and they lean back, trying to catch B’s glance. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Talk to us, B.”

B’s sobs are small whimpers now, and they lean their head down to rest on A’s chest, their body wracked with shivers, their arms reaching, clutching—

Oh.

They want to be held.

Of course. The poor thing’s been starved of affection, even in the place that should’ve been their salvation. Why didn’t A think of this before?

“Oh, B. Come here. It’s alright. We’re not going anywhere.” A wraps their arms around B’s shoulders, and B practically melts in the hug. C’s eyes are questioning, but A just nods, and C scoots even closer.

“Don’t let go,” B whispers. “Please don’t let go.”

“We won’t, B,” A whispers back, arms circling tighter. “I won’t.”

The wind howls and buries the camp in feet of sparkly white snow—and there, in the middle of it all, someone feels safe for the first time in their life.

#hypothermia #cold whump #hurt comfort #cuddling #touch starved #i threw the book at this one lol #as in #this has most of my favorite tropes

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iluvchanniesposts · 2 years

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how they react to a bad day.

2:14pm [[stray kids]]

warnings - mentions of food, crying and swear words. also mentions of pet names such as baby, beautiful, sweet etc..

gn//reader x stray kids.

word count - 6k

chan -

it never goes unnoticed when you’re having a bad day. he’d notice it from the slight frown that formed on your face overtime; or the way your patience runs short with most things. he likes to be head on and make sure you’re okay before carrying on with his day, just to know whether you need space or not. “you okay, my love?” with his hand placed at the bottom of your back and staring at you lovingly. telling him you’re fine carries on for pretty much the whole day, but he knows you’ll vent to him once you’re ready.

minho -

poor minho, he’s amazing with affection but is extremely awkward when it comes to comforting. for you, on the other hand, are just fine with a cuddle. unfortunately for minho, he tends to not know what to say, or sometimes even says the wrong thing. “did i do something?” his anxious awkwardness shines through his voice, making you chuckle lightly. “no, honey. just having a bad day.” he nods at your statement but proceeds to stand there looking at you. once you finally open up and tell him how you’re feeling, he gets a better idea of how to understand you, and once he’s deep in the conversation he actually ends up giving amazing advice.

changbin -

seo changbin, a hopeless romantic. he could sense from a mile away if you were in a dullish mood. “i’ll be back soon.” he smiles before exiting the house. you think nothing of it, knowing he’s always out and about somewhere. that’s until he returns with some pretty hand picked flowers and your favourite snacks. “i could tell you was kind of down, and i wasn’t sure how to approach you. but i hope you can feel a bit better now?” his cuteness makes you grin ear to ear, giving him a kiss and thanking him for his thoughtfulness.

hyunjin -

hyunjin briefly enjoys it when you’re not in a happy mood. he knows there’s one thing that always cheers you up, and that’s him doing a portrait of you. whether it’s a painting or a simple drawing, he always seems to capture every single feature of yours. you don’t even notice it most of the time, the way he sits there and studies your face and then goes back to his page, lip slightly sticking out due to concentration. “here, my beautiful.” he hands you the portrait, tears welling up in your eyes instantly. “another one to add to my collection.” you sniffed and snuggled into his side.

han -

it’s very rare you’re in an off mood around han, his happiness and joy absolutely vibrates through you. therefore, if he knows you’re upset, he also knows something must be bugging you. “get your shoes on baby, let’s go on a walk.” he strokes your hair soothingly before placing a kiss on top of it. you oblige, of course. he always knows beautiful locations that makes you happy and capture them all on your phone. but just living in the moment with him, realising life is actually amazing and so is your boyfriend.

felix -

he’d notice straight away, from when you get in from work and slam the front door shut a little harshly. you try not to show it much in front of felix because you don’t want to feel like a burden, but sometimes it can’t be helped. “babe?” his voice echos through the hallway as you kick off your shoes and make your way upstairs. his footsteps follow behind you like a lost dog, capturing you in his arms before you can even reach your shared room. “wanna lay down and talk about it?” he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear as you nod sadly. “come on then, sweet.”

seungmin -

like minho, he’s a bit of an anxious annie. you don’t mind though because the slightest bit of fuss when you’re in a bad mood just embarrasses you. “are you okay?” he enters the kitchen where he hears you slamming around. “of course i am.” you flash him a fake smile not wanting to worry him, until you feel a pair of arms wrap around your back. “no you’re not, and you’re going to tell me why before i tickle it out of you.” you knew he would; so you spilled instantly. he nodded throughout your rant, taking in everything you were saying. once you were finished, he’d engulf you in a hug and tell you so many positive things about yourself.

jeongin -

“what’s wrong, baby?” his question makes you snap your head up from your phone. you didn’t even realise how long you had been staring at these beautiful people on instagram and biting your nails with anxiety. he peeked his head up from his position on the couch, taking a glimpse at your phone. he sighs, snatches your phone away and tosses it to the other side of the couch. “you are gorgeous, please stop comparing yourself to these people who use way too much photoshop and filters! i use them too, i don’t exactly look like my instagram features. you’re perfect the way you are.” his words make you blush, but you knew he was meaningful. once he sees the tears coming into your eyes, he wraps you into his side and rubs your back until you’ve calmed down.

#stray kids #bang chan #skz x reader #lee minho #skz #stray kids minho #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #skz soft hours #skz soft thoughts #skz imagines #skz seungmin #jeongin #han jisung #lee felix

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wisteria-lodge · 1 year

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just dropping in this description of Ishmael and Queequeg cuddling in bed, because it might be just the coziest thing I've ever read.

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We undressed and went to bed, at peace with our own consciences and all the world. But we did not go to sleep without some little chat.

How it is I know not; but there is no place like a bed for confidential disclosures between friends. Man and wife, they say, there open the very bottom of their souls to each other; and some old couples often lie and chat over old times till nearly morning. Thus, then, in our hearts' honeymoon, lay I and Queequeg—a cosy, loving pair.

We had lain thus in bed, chatting and napping at short intervals, and Queequeg now and then affectionately throwing his brown tattooed legs over mine, and then drawing them back; so entirely sociable and free and easy were we (...)

Little and little we found ourselves sitting up; the clothes well tucked around us, leaning against the head-board with our four knees drawn up close together, and our two noses bending over them... We felt very nice and snug, the more so since it was so chilly out of doors; indeed out of bed-clothes too, seeing that there was no fire in the room. The more so, I say, because truly to enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast (...)

If, like Queequeg and me in the bed, the tip of your nose or the crown of your head be slightly chilled, why then, indeed, you feel most delightfully and unmistakably warm. For this reason a sleeping apartment should never be furnished with a fire, which is one of the luxurious discomforts of the rich. For the height of this sort of deliciousness is to have nothing but the blanket between you and your snugness and the cold of the outer air. Then there you lie like the one warm spark in the heart of an arctic crystal. (1)

We had been sitting in this crouching manner for some time, when all at once I thought I would open my eyes; for when between sheets, whether by day or by night, and whether asleep or awake, I have a way of always keeping my eyes shut, in order the more to concentrate the snugness of being in bed. Because no man can ever feel his own identity aright except his eyes be closed (...) Upon opening my eyes then, and coming out of my own pleasant and self-created darkness into the imposed and coarse outer gloom of the unilluminated twelve-o'clock-at-night, I experienced a disagreeable revulsion. Nor did I at all object to the hint from Queequeg that perhaps it were best to strike a light, seeing that we were so wide awake; and besides he felt a strong desire to have a few quiet puffs from his Tomahawk. (2)

Be it said, that though I had felt such a strong repugnance to his smoking in the bed the night before, yet see how elastic our stiff prejudices grow when love once comes to bend them. For now I liked nothing better than to have Queequeg smoking by me, because he seemed to be full of such serene household joy then. I no more felt unduly concerned for the landlord's policy of insurance. (3) I was only alive to the condensed confidential comfortableness of sharing a pipe and a blanket with a real friend. With our shaggy jackets drawn about our shoulders, we now passed the Tomahawk from one to the other, till slowly there grew over us a blue hanging tester of smoke, illuminated by the flame of the new-lit lamp.

[Queequeg] now spoke of his native island; and, eager to hear his history, I begged him to go on and tell it. He gladly complied. Though at the time I but ill comprehended not a few of his words, yet subsequent disclosures, when I had become more familiar with his broken phraseology, now enable me to present the whole story such as it may prove in the mere skeleton I give.

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(1) Melville is correct

(2) Melville thinks that a tomahawk is a) a type of pipe b) a pacific islander thing. Melville is incorrect

(3) Ishmael and Queequeg have met due to being assigned bed-mates at an inn. The racist landlord thought that Queequeg would freak Ishmael out and get him to leave. obviously this backfired.

#classic lit #quotes #moby dick #herman melville #ishmael #queequeg #ishmael/queequeg #do they have a ship name?

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A Cardboard Box Of Photos Of The Life We Made

Word Count: 6,913 words. (This might’ve gotten away from me a bit.) Notes: ~ Title from “Timeless” by Taylor Swift. ~ I was quite inspired by Timeless [Taylor’s Version, From The Vault] for this one. Clearly. And I already have a piece hidden in my files regarding photographs, Shelly’s grandparents and the video shoot for The Ghost Of You. So that song reminded me of that too. ~ While this is another of my “inspired by Taylor’s new music” pieces, this one isn’t really a continuation of the other two. Sometimes you’re just not inspired that way, and I am pretty mentally invested in Shelly’s MCR-U timeline at the moment. ~ I do have an almost complete list of the contents (it’ll make sense when you read it.) ~ There are parts of this that are actually gross (affectionate) - like, who gave them the right? ~ I am not totally happy with the ending but it works.

~#~ [Setting: During the massive tour for The Black Parade.] It was close to the time of the holidays - Thanksgiving had been a quiet, to themselves at home, kinda affair because they were just so tired and worn out. Especially after all of the dramatics of ProRev. And it looked like the break for Christmas might end up going the same way - they both loved touring; Gerard loved performing for the fans and Shelly loved watching her band come alive on stage while she worked in the background to make sure that everything went as smoothly as possible. She would also fully, readily, happily admit that she had loved watching them perform and having them sort of flirt with her while they were on stage - because they all did it. It didn’t matter if she was down in the ‘press pit’ or if she was watching from the side stage. She’d get winks and blown kisses and all kinds of flirty behaviours from all of them. They had been especially “bad” during the ProRev tour, especially flirty and suggestive. Then again, there had been a reason for that. She had tried to get them to tone it down a little but, when they had been so insistent, how was she supposed to stop them? Plus there was something just so… Extra swoon worthy about the way Gerard looked at her while he was a) on stage - because he wasn’t normally so obvious with his affection in public, and b) dressed up like that - all suited and booted and so damn delicious. He almost looked like he was glowing. Shelly knew that he flourished on stage, but she’d never seen him look like that before. It was insanely attractive though. Naturally, Gerard checked in with Shelly when it came to their plans for Christmas, and he was (maybe not so secretly) relieved when she, albeit shyly, admitted that she was kinda looking forward to some time without other people. “I’m tired Gee,” she said softly, snuggling against him as they cuddled on their couch. “I’m enjoying the tour but there’s so many people, all of the time.” “And so much travelling,” he added with a nod. “Mm, it might be nice to just keep our feet on the ground for a little bit before we have to do it all again later,” Shelly hummed happily as he pressed kisses to the top of her head. “Okay. We’ll stay home if that’s what you want.” Shelly moved away from him so she could look at him properly. “Babe, if you wanna go home and see family for the holidays, or whatever it is you want, you can do that. You don’t have to stay stuck to my side. We can do things apart.” Gerard hooked his fingers under her chin to draw her forward so he could press a kiss to her lips. He felt her smile as he kissed her and that just made him smile. “I know we’re not attached at the hip,” he said quietly, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. “I know that. But, I have spent almost every holiday of my life so far with my family. I would very much like to spend this one with you. Especially if it’s a quiet one in this otherwise really loud period of time.” “Are you sure?” Shelly whispered. He nodded. “Very sure, love. Very sure. We don’t even have to have a traditional holiday meal if you don’t want to.” Shelly tilted her head at him. “I mean, I’ll help you cook, obviously, I’m not gonna leave you to do anything alone, that’s not fair.” “Well,” she said with a slight grin. “Maybe you should leave me to do the cooking.” Gerard fake gasped. “Shelly, that’s rude!” She giggled and kissed him gently. “Might still need you to carry things and be all manly and stuff though.” “Hmn. I’m sure I can manage that. I think I can throw in some emotional support and maybe even some jar opening as a bonus.” She laughed, he grinned and they settled down to relax some more. ~#~ Not too long later, still during their ‘winter break,’ obviously, Gerard returned to the bedroom after showering to see Shelly already mostly dressed and ready for the day. “Shell, did you have plans for today?” “I have a few errands that I need to go out for,” Shelly checked her make-up in the mirror. “I did wonder why you were putting on make-up,” Gerard wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. “Not that you need it in the slightest.” “You’re so biased though,” she hummed and giggled, making him smile. “Nope. You don’t need it,” he leant his chin on her shoulder. “But I’m never going to stop you wearing it if that’s what you want. I don’t own you or control you, love.” Shelly hummed happily and almost purred at him as she leant back against him. “And I love you for that, really. But, I gotta be presentable in public.” “Do you want me to come with you?” Shelly twisted in his arms, leant hers on his shoulders and raised an eyebrow at him. “And have my tasks take twice as long because you get distracted, or because we get a little bit mobbed?” Gerard grinned guiltily. “Yeah, okay, fair point…” “Besides,” she leant up on her tiptoes to kiss him gently. “How am I supposed to look for your Christmas present when you’re with me?” “Babe,” he kissed her back, holding her tightly. “You don’t have to get me anything, you know that.” “Gerard,” she gave him A Look. “I’m going to buy you a gift. You can’t stop me.” He opened his mouth to try and counter that, only for her to continue. “More to the point, you won’t stop me, because you know that gift giving makes me happy. And you love seeing me happy.” “Hmm,” he nuzzled her and kissed her jaw. “That’s true. Seeing you happy is my favourite thing after all.” “Sap,” she mumbled, unable to keep the smile off of her face. “Did you need me to get anything for you while I’m out?” “Hmmm,” he held her a little tighter. “I don’t think so. I can always go out by myself tomorrow or something. Do you want me to do anything while you’re out?” Shelly thought about it before shaking her head. “I don’t think so.” “Okay. Well, you can text me if you think of something, and I can text you if I do too.” “Sure love,” Shelly unwound herself from him and went to finish getting ready to go out. He was on the couch when she left, not without first kissing him goodbye and whispering ‘I love you’ of course. And, naturally, he said it back. Not just because it was true, but because he knew that she always wanted those to be the last words she said to him, to anyone. If something bad were to happen while she was out. It was why she never went to sleep angry, it was why she never left a building in the middle of an argument. And he got it, really he did. The door shut behind her and he looked around the apartment. It wasn’t bad, it was fairly nice, actually. Just because they weren’t in it much while they were touring, didn’t mean it couldn’t be nice. It was enough for the pair of them, as they were. Obviously, if their relationship continued from strength to strength, and levelled up, he’d buy a house. Something on tv startled him out of his thoughts and he was reminded that yes, it was December. It was nearly Christmas. And the apartment didn’t have any decorations up. He was sure that they had some - not many, but some. He could do that while she was out, then he could maybe see about picking up anything they were missing when he next went out. He still had to find Shelly a Christmas present anyway, so he’d have to go out at some point. Not that he really knew what he wanted to get her, but he believed that he’d know when he saw it. Gerard finished his coffee and started hunting around for the boxes of Christmas decorations he swore they had. He initially thought he’d found them when he found a box of neatly coiled Christmas lights and tinsel - yup, Shelly had definitely put these away. He probably wouldn’t’ve taken the time to wind them that neatly. His moment of victory was brief because the box he pulled out after the tinsel and lights didn’t have decorations in it at all. Despite its size (just a little bit bigger than a shoebox, in fact, it might’ve been a shoebox in a previous life - or one that contained a pair or boots or something), Gerard had still been hopeful that it might’ve contained some smaller tree ornaments or something. Nope, nothing of the sort. It didn’t even have anything holiday related in it at all. Gerard knelt on the floor, carefully going through the box in front of him. The box was full of magazine clippings, newspaper articles, flyers, a copy of the ‘programme’ from the Helena video. Strange things - like a small bag of… Was that confetti? One of his dog collars from when he decided dressing as a priest was a good idea. (And, god, it really was.) Not so strange things, like guitar picks and a Revenge Era knuckleduster bracelet. And photos. So many photos. A couple of semi professional looking ones from performances but the majority of them were candids. Including one of her in the studio with them when they were recording Revenge. She had the softest expression on her face - full of sympathy but she also looked hurt, almost. He remembered that, actually. He hadn’t known that she was there until after he’d finished belting out Desert Song. He left the booth to join the others, to see what they thought and had come face to face with the tiny, cosily dressed blonde. And the others too, of course. She had looked at him like she had wanted to dash over and hug him, but seemed a little shy about it. (She did, later in fact, wrap him up in a tight hug when they found themselves alone and the conversation turned around to the music again. He swore that she had tears in her eyes when they broke apart.) He hadn’t been aware that someone had caught that look on her face on camera. Just like that second photo Frank had taken when they’d been doing the ‘soldier's wallet’ photos during the filming of The Ghost of You. The first photo of him with Shelly was them looking at the camera - he remembered Shelly rolling her eyes slightly before doing it. But the second was of them glancing at each other. God, had they always looked at each other like that? He knew he’d looked at her like that for ages - there was even video proof. From the Helena shoot, specifically; the camera focused on Tracey teaching a suited up (god that had been hot) Shelly a dance move or two, and then it had panned over to where he’d been watching them. Well. He’d been watching Shelly specifically. She’d worn a suit! A well fitted, incredibly hot, suit! How was he supposed to not look? Gerard shook his head and looked through the box a little more. More almost-professional photos, group shots of them from before they headed out to awards shows, because Shelly always liked to get one or two before they left, in the relative privacy of their hotel rooms or whatever. Plus it meant that they could get one or two with her in them as well. More candids of her with them - individually, or in groups. A few of just him, maybe a few of her helping him with his make-up. He still enjoyed that, actually. This box was an inevitable treasure trove of the band’s history, he thought as he looked through it for a little longer. And possibly the history of their relationship. He knew that she was sentimental but… This was special. She’d been collecting this stuff since even before they’d gotten together - this was more for the band, their relationship was just a bonus addition. She really had always been in it for the music, for them. He knelt on the floor, slowly looking through the box for a little bit longer, until his phone chirped in his pocket, startling him. He quickly (but still neatly) put the things back in the box and put it back before getting to his feet and pulling his phone out of his pocket. Apparently it wasn’t an important notification, which annoyed him, but, on the other hand, it meant he could stop looking through this box that he thought was supposed to be hidden, and he could go back to hunting for their decorations. Because he was still certain that they had some. Gerard found the decorations not too long later and felt incredibly pleased that he’d been right. Sure, it was only a small tree, nothing large and grand like he imagined they’d have when they got their house - you had to have a big tree for the kids, you know? Once he’d dug out the smaller tree, he found the rest of their minimal decorations and started putting them up, pausing to make a note in his phone to pick up more Christmas lights, because he knew Shelly liked them. She thought a room looked cosier when those were the only lights on, and having spent a Christmas with her family where this sort of thing happened, he agreed. Maybe he could see if he could get some that had warm, white lights instead of coloured bulbs. She’d look good under that kind of light. He left the box of tree decorations for her to help him with - he knew that was her favourite part. She’d never really told him, but he remembered seeing her help her family with the tree in the second sitting room, that they’d left undecorated just so she could help them when they knew she’d be returning home for Christmas that year. When she realised that they'd left that tree for her, her face had lit up brighter than the Christmas lights he'd helped them untangle. He knew that she’d want to help with these ornaments, even if the tree was their little one. And he definitely wanted her to be the one to put the tree topper on. Maybe one day he’d be lifting their kid up to do it, because she’d totally pass the duty on like that. Gerard hummed a little to himself as he finished up with the decorations before going to make himself a coffee, standing in the doorway with it to inspect his work. He hoped that he’d done a good enough job for her, that she’d approve and not want to move anything. She deserved the best after all, and he just wanted to give that to her. Once he decided that actually, he’d done a pretty decent job, he settled down and started to make a list of what he thought they were missing. He knew for certain that he wanted to get some warm white holiday/fairy lights for the bedroom - they’d be nice around the headboard and they could stay up all year. He had the feeling that she’d like that. He was relaxing when she got home, all stretched out on the couch, completely engrossed in whatever it was he was reading. Shelly stood in the doorway, watching him for a moment, a small smile on her face. She could kinda imagine a small child scampering up to snuggle up with him while he read. Maybe he could read to them like that - she used to love it when her family read to her as a child and it was especially lovely when she was able to curl up on her grandfather’s lap as he read to her. She definitely wanted that for her own kids. She was so distracted by him that it took her a little longer to realise that their Christmas decorations had been pulled out of the cupboard and put up. Everything except the ornaments for their small tree. That went straight to her heart, and she wondered if he remembered. “Hi,” she said softly after a minute. Gerard almost jumped a little, but quickly sat up and put his book aside. “Hey, love. Successful trip?” Shelly hummed and nodded. “I think so, yeah. I managed to get all my errands done at least, but I still haven’t managed to find you a gift yet.” He rolled his eyes and crossed the room to wrap his arms around her. “You still don’t need to get me anything.” “I know more of what I don’t want to get you than what I do,” she smiled as he nuzzled the tip of his nose against hers. “I’m still going to get you something.” “I don’t need anything,” Gerard kissed her forehead. “I have you, we have a home, we have our friends and family. We’re financially stable and I’m very happy. Are you?” “Of course I am,” Shelly replied without hesitation. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to buy you things. You know you’re not gonna win this.” “Hmm,” he squeezed her gently. “Yeah, that’s true. You are very stubborn.” “Hey, it helps me in my job, so it benefits you.” “It benefits all of us. You do such a good job at looking after us.” Shelly hummed again for a moment as she snuggled against his chest. “I see you’ve been busy while I’ve been out.” “Oh! Yes, I figured it might be a nice thing for you to come home to,” he leant his cheek on the top of her head and turned her so she could see the living room again. “I think we’re missing a few things - I either can’t find them or we just don’t have them.” “Probably don’t have them,” Shelly nodded against him. “How do you think I did?” Shelly unwound herself from him and wandered further into the room to have a look. “I figured I could pick up anything we didn’t have when I go out tomorrow,” he continued, watching her. “You did good babe,” Shelly stopped by their little tree. “But… What’s the deal with this?” Gerard hummed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I remember spending Christmas with your family. I remember how much you lit up when they showed you the undecorated tree in the back living room.” Shelly blinked rapidly, just looking at him. He swallowed and continued softly. “I know it’s not the biggest tree, but I know it’s kinda tradition for you and, even though you’re not at home right now, I didn’t want to take that away from you.” “I didn’t… I didn’t realise that you’d noticed that,” she said quietly, smiling at the memory. “How could I not? You shine when you’re with your family anyway, you’re completely in your element, but you were almost fluorescent when you realised what was going on.” She crossed the room very quickly, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. His hands found her waist pretty quickly and he kissed her back just as hard - why wouldn’t he? She was his woman and kissing her was his favourite thing. Okay. One of his favourite things. “Stop it,” she whispered. “Stop what?” He tucked some of her hair behind her ear. “Being so… So…” She waved a hand. “So perfect.” “Oh, Shelly, you know I’m not,” he let her go as she took a step back. “I’m nothing of the sort.” She gave him one of her looks and he grinned back at her. “You’re a flawed human being, just like the rest of us,” she said gently. “But that doesn’t stop you from being perfect for me, Gerard Way.” Gerard just stared at her until she kissed his cheek and made her way back into the hallway. “Stay there,” she called over her shoulder. “Don’t follow me.” He did as he was told, even going to sit back on the couch and back to his book for a moment, which meant that he didn’t see Shelly taking bags from the front door to… Wherever she hid things when she had surprises tucked up her sleeve. “Okay,” she said a few minutes later, returning to him. “That’s all sorted and put away.” “Oh!” He put his book down and looked at her. “I wanted to ask you something actually.” Shelly frowned and sat down. “I don’t like the sound of that…” “It’s nothing bad, I promise,” he kissed her cheek and moved to his feet. “I’ll be back in a second. You can stay there.” “I was gonna,” she said with a grin. “My feet hurt a little bit.” Gerard laughed softly, retrieved the box and made his way back to the living room. “Um,” he said quietly as he sat next to her, putting the box on the table. “I was looking for the decorations and I found this…” Shelly looked from the box in his hands to his face as soon as he returned to the room. When it clicked what he was holding, her eyes widened and she looked a little worried. “Um,” she echoed softly. “Did you… Go through it?” “Yeah,” Gerard admitted. “I only opened it because I thought it was Christmas stuff.” “What made you go through it?” Shelly asked, reaching for the box to put it on her knees. “Curiosity,” he said, watching her open the box and start to go through it herself. “Are you mad at me?” “That depends,” she said quietly, looking at some of the photos. “On what?” He shifted his body to face her a bit more. “Whether you think it’s creepy and weird at all.” Her voice was so quiet he almost didn’t hear her. “Shell…” Gerard gently grabbed her chin to make her look at him. “Why would I think that?” She went a little bit pink. “Because it is kinda weird?” Gerard hummed, leant forward and pressed a kiss to her lips, his hand cupping her cheek and giving it a gentle, affectionate squeeze before he moved it back to his lap. “I don’t think it is. I don’t think any of the stuff you have in that box is weird.” “Y- you don’t?” She blinked rapidly and glanced back down inside the box. “Nope. It’s not like you’re keeping used tissues or old socks or anything.” Shelly pulled a face and he laughed, edging closer to wrap an arm around her waist. “No,” he continued. “All this stuff makes sense to me. And, it helps that I know that you’re a very sentimental little creature.” She looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Creature?” “Part lion, part regular cat, part teeny tiny woman,” Gerard grinned down at her. “Frank would say part fox, and I’m inclined to agree.” Shelly went pink but she smiled. “He’s a flirt and I’m surprised Jaima lets him get away with it.” “She only does it because it doesn’t upset you,” he kissed the top of her head and watched her go through the box some more. “She’s a good woman and deserves some kinda award for putting up with Frank.” Gerard laughed and leant his cheek against her hair, before reaching into the box and pulling out the little bag of confetti. “I did wanna ask though, what’s this from?” “The video for Welcome,” Shelly tried not to giggle as he let out a ‘ohhhh!’ before he put it back. “I originally didn’t pick up that much, but I think we were all shedding it for a few hours afterwards, so I gathered that too.” “Why the confetti though?” “Because the video was huge!” She looked at him. “I knew the album was going to be Really Something Else.” “Like you knew that we would be?” Gerard said softly, tucking her hair behind her ear. She nodded once. “Like I knew you guys would be. And I haven’t been wrong yet, have I?” He smiled. “No ma’am.” Shelly giggled and leant up to kiss him once. “You really don’t think it’s weird?” Gerard shook his head as they went back to looking through the box again. “No. No, I really don’t.” “I’m just so proud,” Shelly whispered as she picked up a photo of the band receiving a ‘Best Album’ award for Three Cheers. “I’m so proud of you guys I could burst. And I wanna remember it all.” “I love that about you,” he picked up a different photo; the one of her watching him sing Desert Song in the studio. “I love that you’ve always cared.” Shelly went pink as she looked at the photo he was holding. “Yeah, well, of course I have. It’s always meant something to me. I mean, look at my tattoo.” Gerard picked up a couple of newspaper clippings - one smaller one from much earlier in their career, and one larger one that was more recent. “The bigger we get, the bigger these clippings get.” “I know,” she beamed. “I love it.” “I love you,” he kissed the tip of her nose, making her giggle softly. “And I’d be just as proud even if we weren’t together,” she said. “Our relationship has nothing to do with any of that.” “I know. You were proud here,” he gestured to any of the photos of them receiving awards for Revenge. “And we weren’t together.” Shelly hummed in acknowledgement and smiled as she picked up one of her and Gerard sat close together at a table with his art stuff spread in front of him. She was clearly listening to him as he showed her something he’s been working on, and she was truly listening because he had her full attention. He had a smile on his face and he was obviously talking with his hands, so they must’ve been sitting there together for some time for him to get to that stage. “I think Mikey got that one,” Gerard said. “You’ve always listened like that.” “Especially to you when you’ve been willing to talk about your art,” Shelly almost snuggled against his side. “It’s a very special thing when a creative type wants to talk about their work with you.” “Now it’s your turn to stop it,” he muttered into her hair as she shuffled the box contents around for a moment. “Nope, shan’t,” she grinned up at him and smiled when he kissed her. “There’s one more thing?” “Mm?” She held up the priest collar, which upon further inspection now she’d turned it over, had a lipstick print on it - right where the white would’ve shown between the the two sides of his shirt collar. “You don’t think me keeping this is weird?” Gerard glanced at the lipstick mark and the memory of how it got there, or rather what happened afterwards, came back to him rather quickly. He must’ve blushed because Shelly giggled. “Absolutely not,” he grinned. “Hmn! I didn’t think so,” she put it back in the box and closed the lid. “Put that back for me? Unless you wanted to ask me about anything else in it?” He shook his head, picked up the box and went to put it away, returning to cuddle with her for a little bit afterwards. Not for long though, as soon Shelly was letting out a soft “oh!” before getting up and darting back into the hallway. Gerard watched the doorway with a raised eyebrow as she reappeared with something behind her back. She rocked on her feet slightly with a bright smile and giggled when she saw the look on his face. “What’ve you got there, sweetheart?” Shelly giggled again. “Well, it’s not exactly a Christmas gift. And it’s not technically just for you, but I bought them while I was thinking of you…” Gerard pushed himself to his feet and took a few steps towards her, stopping when she took a step back. “Oh? And what do you have there, pretty girl?” She smiled and moved the bag in front of her, standing holding onto it with both hands - like when she stood with her hands clasped in front of her. Gerard’s eyes followed her hands, then dropped to the logo on the bag. He recognised that logo - it belonged to one of her favourite lingerie stores. Personally, any lingerie store she chose to shop at was his favourite because she looked incredible in anything, but he recognised the logo from that one as he’d sometimes find her browsing their online store. Sometimes she’d even let him pick. “Well,” she lifted the bag up closer to her face, opening it and looking inside. “There’s a couple of things in here, so…” “Are you suggesting what I hope you’re suggesting?” He tried not to sound too optimistic - normally when she bought multiple pieces it meant that he got a fashion show. “Well that depends,” she closed the bag and looked at him. “On… What?” Shelly couldn’t prevent the grin from spreading across her face. “Did you bring home any of those feather boas?” ~#~ When the band reconverged to continue the tour, it didn’t take Gerard long to get everyone in the same room. Except Shelly - she was off doing whatever it was she did, working her magic powers, but that suited him just fine. “What’s the deal?” Mikey asked, settling in a spot next to Lux. “Yeah dude,” Frank settled in a chair. “Where’s the fire?” Gerard glanced around to make sure everyone was listening and that Shelly hadn’t snuck back. Once he was satisfied that it was safe, he exhaled slowly and started telling them about the box; the photos, the newspaper clippings, (he might’ve left out the fact that she kept one of his priest collars. They didn’t need to know that bit) - the confetti and the comment she’d made to him when she’d been explaining that - about how she knew that the album, the video was going to be Really Something - like she knew that they were going to be that too. The others got a bit choked up at that, actually. “Lux,” he said. “Did you know that she’s kept a pair of your broken drumsticks?” The other woman smiled and nodded. “Yeah, of course. She asked for them, so I gave them to her. She said she was proud that I’d played that hard.” “Did you also know that she kept the friendship bracelet you made her?” Gerard tilted his head. “It’s actually tied neatly around the drumsticks to keep them together.” Lux softened considerably at that. “I… Didn’t know that, no.” “I’m not sure why you’re surprised,” Ray said kindly. “We all know that she’s super sentimental.” “She’s still got the keyring from her first Band Mom day,” Mikey added. “I bet she still has the bear too,” Frank grinned, looking at Gerard - he’d been the one to get the bear after all. Gerard coughed slightly. “Yeah, she does. But, she’s also still got the preserved rose petals from that first Band Mom’s day too. Picks from you guys,” he nodded to the three guys. “From every time you changed the designs. She had a knuckle duster bracelet in there too.” “Is it the same one she wore to death?” Frank asked, his eyebrows raising as Gerard shook his head. “A new one? She could sell that for a fortune.” “She won’t,” Gerard continued. “She said she keeps gathering all this stuff because she wants to remember all of it, the band’s entire journey. She’s so fuckin’ proud of us.” “Yeah,” Frank swallowed the little lump in his throat. “Yeah, you can tell when she talks about us to others - you can even tell if you’re reading something she’s written about us.” “You can feel the pride coming off of her in waves,” Ray added with a nod. “She cares, she’s always cared.” Gerard nodded at his brother’s statement before continuing. “At the bottom of that box were a flyer and magazine clipping regarding the gig we first met her at. And her ticket.” “Her tattoo not enough?” Frank said with a grin. “Apparently not, but I don’t even have it in me to mind,” Gerard shook his head. “Where are you going with this?” Lux asked gently. Gerard hesitated for a moment, chewing his bottom lip. “I… I guess I never really realised just how much… How much she is, you know?” They looked at him, slightly confused. “How much she values the memories, how much she cares and has always cared, how much she truly believes in us. Even before we got together - she’s always felt like that.” “She fights for us,” Ray said. “She fights for what you believe in, even when you forget and need a reminder,” Lux grinned, gesturing to herself as she remembered what she’d been told about the conversation around the table when they’d been looking to hire a drummer. “How it’s never been for the paycheque,” Gerard continued, nodding to Lux. “Like, I knew, but it’s never really sunk in like this before.” The others nodded at that. “About the money thing…” Frank said slowly. “She told me once that she doesn’t really need it. She never has. It’s nice, but she doesn’t need it. She’s never shown me proof or anything but I’ve never asked her for it. I just believe her.” “She’s just so genuine, she’s so honest.” Gerard listened to the hums of approval before he cleared his throat softly. “Guys, I almost asked her to marry me over Christmas.” There was a few seconds of silence while that sentence sunk in for everyone, but as soon as it did he was hit with a wall of noise. “Dude!” “What?!” “What do you mean ‘almost'?!” “Seriously?” The vocalist chuckled nervously and took a step back from the onslaught. “Um! Well, let me explain!” Lux folded her arms and stared at the older man. “This better be good Gerard!” Gerard felt incredibly nervous under the drummer’s stare - she was incredibly protective of Shelly and he was pretty certain that she wouldn’t be afraid of punching him if his answer wasn’t adequate. It was a fair feeling on the drummer’s part - everyone was pretty protective of Shelly, just like she was protective of them too. But he was way more scared of the girl from Arizona than he was of any of the other guys. “Okay,” he started, addressing Lux more than the others, even though he knew the others were listening and judging him just as much as she was. “This whole situation with this… Memory box? Just really dug in how much I love her, how much I love every single part of her.” Lux raised an eyebrow at him and he swallowed. This was worse than being introduced to Shelly’s family as her boyfriend for the first time. “I mean! Obviously, she’s gorgeous! Look at her!” “I do, quite frequently,” Frank said with a grin, quickly shrinking back and almost ducking behind Ray as Lux glared at him. “But it’s more than that; I love every part of her personality,” Gerard glanced at Lux. “C’mon Lux, you know that I do. Don’t look at me like that.” She nodded. “Continue.” He sighed and shook his head slightly. “Going through that box just reminded me of a lot of things that I’d temporarily forgotten about, and it just… Cemented exactly how much I love her and…” The others looked at each other before looking back at him. “And how much she’s it for me now,” he continued softly. “I don’t want anything else with anyone else. It’s all with her or nothing. I wanna help her continue filling that box with all of those memories.” Mikey smiled a little to himself at his brother, but his smile turned into a grin when he saw Lux almost melting out of the corner of his eye. She was trying not to squeal, he could tell. “That doesn’t explain how you almost asked her to marry you though,” Frank pointed out. Lux blinked rapidly, almost having forgotten about that. “Oh! Yeah!” Gerard cleared his throat. “So, it was after this memory box thing, maybe about a week? I don’t know. But we were sitting on the couch in the evening, music playin’, the Christmas lights on, I think she was reading? I don’t really know, but she just looked so peaceful and so beautiful, and I kept thinking about that box and everything she’s done for us, all the things she’s handled -” Frank was about to make some kind of dirty comment, but a glare from Lux made him close his mouth again. “And I nearly just blurted it out!” Gerard continued, covering his face and huffing for a moment. “Just, sat in our apartment on a random evening in December, while she was wearing sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt! She never would’ve forgiven me!” There was a collective snort. “Yeah, she would’ve,” Ray spoke first. “Because she’s so in love with you it’s disgusting,” Mikey continued. The others nodded in agreement. “That’s not the -” Gerard shook his head. “I only wanna do this once, you know? And, more to the point, Shelly deserves better than that. She deserves the best proposal I can manage - she deserves the whole show, you know? More than letting the question slip out with little preparation or thought. She deserves the world, and I wanna give it to her.” He huffed again softly as he looked around his band, looking over at Lux last. “Is that a good enough reason, Miss Lux?” “You’re damn right she deserves the world,” she rubbed the corner of her eye a little, brushing away a sneaky tear. “And yeah, she deserves a better proposal than that!” “Even though she wouldn’t mind, as long as it was heartfelt,” Frank added. “But still!” Lux continued. “Now you gotta do it properly!” “I know,” Gerard nodded. “Don’t screw it up!” “Believe me, I’m going to be doing everything in my power to get it right, but I -” A knock on the door cut him off and Frank gave permission for the person to enter. The door opened and Shelly returned to the room. “Shell, you don’t need to knock, let alone wait for permission,” Frank said with a frown. “You know that.” “I always knock and wait for permission,” she shrugged, crossing the room to be closer to them, to Gerard specifically. The singer automatically wrapped an arm around her waist, gently pulling her closer to him before he replied; “but it’s just us.” She snorted. “Even more reason to knock and wait. You could be up to mischief.” “I’m hurt and insulted,” Frank grinned at her. “Everything okay? All your spells cast and traps set?” “Traps?” Shelly looked at him innocently. “I don’t know what you mean.” “I think he’s referring to the fact that you always seem to get your way for us,” Mikey added. Shelly hummed. “Mm, no traps. I’m just very good at what I do.” Gerard tried not to blush too much, because his mind definitely didn’t keep that clean. Unfortunately, Frank noticed and grinned. “Gerard seems to agree with that statement.” Ray rolled his eyes, Mikey groaned and Lux threw a tied up Oreo wrapper at him. “Stop it,” she said. “Don’t be rude.” While this was happening, Shelly glanced up at Gerard who just smiled at her. She giggled, leant up a tiny bit and kissed his cheek before turning her attention back to the others. “Kittens,” Shelly said gently and affectionately, a mild warning tone creeping into her voice. Gerard glanced at Shelly when he heard the start of that ‘mom tone’ - it didn’t get used on him, oh no. She had a completely different tone of voice for him if or when he misbehaved… But hearing the ‘mom tone’ didn’t help him with trying to forget that he’d been thinking about them having kids a lot as of late. Lux stuck her tongue out at Frank, who did exactly the same back. “Children,” the tone in her voice was a bit more obvious now. “Behave yourselves.” “Frank started it, Shell,” Mikey said. Shelly hummed. “Don’t care, finish it yourselves or I’ll finish it for you.” “Yes mom,” Frank pouted, getting an eye roll (but also a smile) from Shelly. “Sorry Shell,” Lux said genuinely. “‘S alright,” she said, handing out some paperwork. “Just behave for a little bit, so I can get these details, then I can run off and you can go back to teasing each other. Or whatever mischief you were up to before I walked in.” “Why do you always assume that we’re up to something?” Frank asked, taking the sheets. “Because you normally are and I feel like this time is no different.” Gerard shuffled in his spot, still next to her while trying not to look at anything other than the papers in his hand. The others, meanwhile, shared looks. “Oh Shelly,” Frank said with a grin. “You have no idea.”

#She Speaks #She Writes #my writing #Gerard Way x FOC #Gerard Way x OC #July 2023

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jurassicsickfics · 9 months

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5, F, and 😣

I can’t decide on the sickie/caretaker soooo author’s choice! (I love your writing btw :D)

I’m thinking maybe Sickie ate something that upset their stomach before having to go to a college lecture. They don’t think much of it; some gurgles here and there, but nothing too noticeable… until they have to start muffling nauseous burps, which draws the attention of Caretaker and a few other students. Comfort ensues🥰

Sure! Hope you enjoy!

Quick disclaimer that I know a few of these characters died before college but we're just gonna pretend they didn't for this fic. Lol.

Lynda knew good and well that she shouldn't have eaten those eggs for breakfast this morning. Without fail, eggs always made her sick to her stomach, and yet, because she was in a rush and they were the first thing she could grab out of the fridge, she ate them anyway. She had barely even arrived at campus before her belly was feeling bloated and bubbly. She didn't think much of it, in fact, being the preppy cheerleader that she was, her biggest concern was how she was going to keep from burping or farting during class. Little did she know, she'd soon be longing for the days of simple embarrassing gas.

As Lynda made her way to her usual spot in class, her boyfriend, Bob, caught her attention.

"Mornin' babe." She cood, giving Bob a kiss on the cheek. He smirked and said, "There's my darling baby." The two giggled in that silly was that young lovers do as they sat in side-by-side desks. The two talked, waiting for their professor to make an appearance, (she was always late), and, suddenly, Lynda's stomach contributed a loud gurgle to the conversation. Bob stopped mid sentence. "Was that your stomach??" He asked. Lynda's cheeks lit up in an embarrassed blush. "Y-yeah, it was..." she answered sheepishly.

Bob gave the blond a concerned look. "You feel ok? Your stomach isn't usually that vocal."

Lynda shrugged. "Yeah. I'm ok. I just...ate eggs this morning, that's all."

Bob sighed deeply. "Lyn, you know eggs make you sick. Why'd you do that?"

Lynda gave an embarrassed shrug. "I dunno...I'm an idiot I guess. But...it'll be fine, I'm sure..."

Laurie and Annie had come sprinting in seconds before they would've been considered late. They sat in the desks near Lynda and Bob, and the 4 young adults greeted each other quietly as the lecture began.

They were only 25 minutes into the excruciatingly boring lecture when Bob began to notice Lynda squirming uncomfortably in her seat. She rubbed her belly when she thought no one was looking, and occasionally burping as quietly as possible into her fist. Laurie, who was sitting next to her on the other side, mouthed, "you ok?", as she noticed too.

Lynda lied with a nod of her head, and tried to take a deep breath. She could barely even get the air in, though, because her belly felt so ridiculously full. She'd never felt so bloated in her life.

Within another few minutes, she was ready to throw in the towel on touching it out. She was so nauseous she thought for sure she was going to throw up. She didn't even mind the thought, actually. In fact, a good puke sounded like it'd make her feel better right about now. Now to work up the courage to tell Bob she wasn't feeling well.

She nudged his leg with her foot, and the curly haired boy turned to her. He gave her a look that said, "What is it?" Lynda scooted closer and whispered in his ear, "My stomach hurts...I need a belly rub...please..."

Bob, being the sweet and caring guy he was, was quick to oblige. He scooted as close to Lynda as he could, now more thankful than ever that the classroom's desks were so close together, and began to massage circles into her stomach. The cheerleader gave a soft, pained moan and buried her face in her boyfriend's shoulder, burping into his shirt.

This was a red flag for Bob; Lynda never allowed herself to burp out loud like that, unless she felt terrible.

As Lynda cuddled up to Bob, she suddenly felt Laurie's hand patting her back. "I told you not to eat eggs anymore..." Laurie murmured. Lynda's eyes widened and she turned around to look at Laurie. "How...how'd you know?" Laurie shrugged with a sympathetic smile. "Well, eggs are about the only thing that makes you sick like this, so..." she replied in a whisper. Lynda nodded in agreement; Laurie certainly had a point.

It was then that Annie noticed the commotion. "What's wrong?" She asked.

"Lyn's got an upset stomach. " Came Bob's hushed reply. Annie gave a sympathetic click of her tongue and began to run her fingers through Lynda's silky, blonde hair.

Between burping and breathing through cramps, a thought occurred to Lynda.

"Well...obviously feeling sick in class isn't ideal...but being pampered by my awesome friends and boyfriend certainly does help..."

#sicknario #sickfic #upset stomach #stomach ache #belly ache #annie brackett #lynda van der klok #bob simms #laurie strode #halloween 1978

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ticklish-n-stuff · 2 years

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a request you say 😁😁!! are you able to write smt for anhane ? it’s so hard to find wlw ships in the tk community 😭 i have no lee/ler preference!! also if you do not want to write it thats perfectly okay hehe

You're ticklish?!

Ahh tysm for the req.! I know I mainly write for the boys 'cause personally they are my fave characters but I also really like all the girls. Prosekai is one of those few games where I genuinly like everyone from the main cast. Like they're all really enjoyable characters, so I'll gladly write for any w|w ship you send me :) (as long as it's not incest or illegal ofc). An and Kohane have been growing on me a lot recently after reading some of the VBS stories, I just love their dynamic. And I'm also planning a fic for An's bday soo yeah. Sorry for the 'lil rant. This is my first time writing for them on an actual fic so sorry if I don't interpret them as well. Still hope you enjoy! ^^

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An x Kohane (romantic)

Lee: Kohane

Ler: An

Warnings: Tickles!

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It was a pretty peaceful and lazy day over at the Shiraishi household. An and her girlfriend Kohane were currently cuddling on the bed, just enjoying each others presence. Feeling a bit touchy, An started to softly massage Kohane's shoulders, a bit too close to her neck though...which made her feel a bit tickly.

"Ehehe! An thahat tickles...!" Kohane scrunched up her shoulders slightly as she giggled freely at the tickly touch.

"Oh my god...you're ticklish?! How come you've never told me?!".

"B-because you never asked...?" Kohane replied with a sheepish smile. Not long after, her girlfriend pinned her down across the bed. "EEK! An w-what are you doing?!".

"Making up for lost time" An playfully stuck her tongue out at her "now... let's see where else you're ticklish~" she quickly put her wiggly fingers to work, softly scribbling up Kohane's sides.

"GAH-! Wahahait! That tihihickles!" poor Kohane instantly bursted out into the most bubbly giggles imaginable. Out of instinct, she glued her elbows to her sides and tried to roll away, but in reality was enjoying the playful torment.

"Aww really? Good!" An cheered out as she poked and prodded at her ribs, eliciting soft squeaks from the ticklish female.

"Eheheek! Y-you're soho mehehean!" Kohane softly kicked her legs out as she threw her head back in bubbly laughter.

An mocked gasped "how dare you call me mean! Just wait 'till I find that spot that'll get you really laughing~".

Feeling a bit rebelious, Kohane egged her on even more "Dohoho your wohorst!".

"Gladly~!" An's fingers tickled everywhere they could reach, along her armpits, neck, ears (which got Kohane all squeaky, definitely will keep that spot in mind). Kohane of course was a ball of uncontrollable giggles, being caught off guard whenever An changed spots. But she still didn't get the reaction she was looking for until...

"EEP! AN NAHAT THEHEHERE!" Kohane suddenly squeaked out as An teasingly made her way to her tummy.

"Oh? Did I find a bad spot~?".

"YEHEHES! AHAHAHAHAHA!" Kohane was so honest and pure it was quite adorable. But An couldn't afford to get distracted by her cuteness, right now her mission was to get her girlfriend laughing all silly.

"Aww, the 'lil hamster has a ticklish tummy~".

"DOHON'T CALL ME THAHAHAT!" Kohane squealed as her laughter got more desperate. Her cheeks were fully red and her eyes were starting to get a bit watery. An could feel herself falling in love all over again at the sight.

"But it's the truth!" she defended as she made her way under Kohane's shirt, gently scratching at the bare skin.

"WAH-! HAHAHAHAHA!" somehow Kohane's laughter got even more frantic and high pitched, looked like An hit the jackpot. Still, her girlfriend seemed to had lost any ability to talk, only her beautiful laughter would pour out of her lips. Not wanting to kill her, An halted her fingers to a stop, opting to softly draw random patterns and shapes across her tummy.

"How are you feeling?" she asked with a more gentle smile.

Kohane's face was completely bright red. Her loud panting filling up the room until she finally had the strength to reply. "Behetter... I-it was kihinda fuhun actually..." she said shyly.

"Then we should totally do that again sometime~" An playfully winked at her as she let out a flustered groan, covering up her flushed face.

"Haha! Don't worry, I'll stick to just cuddling...for now~".

Kohane gulped at her comment, still, she looked forward to it.

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Sorry if this is short!

It was a lot of fun to write so I hope you like it~!

#project sekai #colorful stage #tickle #colorful stage tickle #project sekai tickle #fic #tickle fic #colorful stage tickle fic #project sekai tickle fic #an shiraishi #kohane asuzawa #lee!kohane #ler!an #asksksksks #anon ask #anon request

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cxl0verh0ard3rxxx · 2 years

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Byakuya Togami Fluff Alphabet

A = Attractive what do they find attractive about the other? Mouth and Intelligence.

B = Baby do they want a family? why/why not? Most likely not.

C = Cuddle how do they cuddle? He’s stiff at first but will eventually relax, he wont admit it but enjoys being the little spoon. He would enjoy holding you while hes reading a book in the evening.

D = Dates what are dates with them like? Togami is definitely the type to take you to fancy restaurants.

E = Everything you are my ____ (e.g my life, my world…)“You are my one and only.”

F = Feelings when did they know they were falling in love? It took him a while to figure out what he was feeling, but he realized when you guys were spending time together in the library.

G = Gentle are they gentle? If so, how? Yes, he is very gentle with you, he would never want to hurt you. <3

H = Hand/Hold how do they like to hold hands? Usually no, unless you initiate it. However will keep an arm around you if he gets jealous. (Hes not really for PDA)

I = Impression first impression/s He didn’t have an opinion at first really, he often would listen to you talk to the others though and you eventually started to grow on him.

J = Joker are they into pulling pranks? No, he thinks its ridiculous to do such things however you guys probably have an inside joke or two.

K = Kisses how do they kiss? Carefully and full of passion.

L = Love who says I love you first? He did, you were just about to fall asleep in his arms when he said it. He also may have thought you were asleep and was startled when you said it back.

M = Memory their favorite moment together When you took him to a museum.

N = Nickel do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything? Yes, his love language is gift giving, he does this quite often.

O = Orange what color reminds them of their other half Purple, it reminds him how creative and loyal you are.

P = Petnames what pet names do they use? Dear and love are commonly used.

Q = Quaint what is their favorite non-modern thing? Public telephone booths, he doesn't elaborate when asked why either??

R = Rainy Day what do they like to do on a rainy day? He usually reads a book or does some paperwork.

S = Sad how do they cheer themselves/each other up Togami doesn't get sad much but when he is, it takes him a bit but he tends to be more clingy with you. If you are sad he will ask you whats wrong and propose a solution (if you ask for one). Most definitely checks in with you from time to time.

T = Talking what do they love to talk about? I feel he would get flustered if you asked him what hes reading or asking for him to tell you more about what hes reading since others consider his books ‘boring’. He also likes to ask you how you are doing or how was your day.

U = Unencumbered What helps them relax? Being around you and rainy days.

V - Very thoughts about each other

He thinks you are absolutely stunning in every single way humanly possible.

W = Wedding when, how, where do they propose? Definitely later on into your relationship with him, he would take you to a fancy restaurant and later on into the night would propose in private. He doesn't want to draw attention to you or himself because he wants the moment to be special.

X = Xylophone What’s their song? “Runs in the Family” -Amanda Palmer

Y = You the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

“You are the umbrella to my rainy day.”

Z = Zebra if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

It would take convincing, but seriously surprise him with a cat.

Requests for this format are welcome!! -Mod Kaito

#danganronpa #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa blog #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa byakuya #byakuya headcanons #byakuya togami #long post #fluff alphabet

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pbandjesse · 10 months

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This week has been a year. I swear. I cannot believe the airport pick up was only like 3 days ago??? Today was much more normal but Jesus was today a day.

I did not get to sleep until after 1 last night. I was pretty exhausted but I couldn't get comfortable. Bad temperature, noises, belly hurts. I would eventually get my brain to turn off. But it was tough.

Waking up was worse. The smoke was still out there. Thankfully it would pretty quickly get better. But there was still a lack of communication and so no one really knew what was going on.

Ty would come and sit outside with me and we talked for forever. About our families and it was nice to just be heard. But I also just really appreciated him sharing his stories with me too.

Eventually Louisa came up with a box for me and it was my cuddle fish bones!! They were finally here!!! So I would start working on my example carving and I am just making a simple piece but I'm thrilled that next week I'll be able to do a practice cast and we'll see how it goes.

My first group would be 45 minutes late. And then seemed surprised when I was like hey you only have 15 minutes. They just kept saying we had to have the boys pack! And I'm like yes but that doesn't change that I have a different group coming in 15 minutes.

But both that group and the pioneers did great. I really did have a nice time with them and enjoyed helping them with their drawings. Plus having the hammock space outside was excellent, once we were allowed to go outside. Finally the air quality was back down to acceptable levels.

Lunch was kind of a nightmare though. The food they sent out for vegetarians was bizarre. Like it was two rolls. With coleslaw. And some kind of crumby something that tasted like spicy hot mustard. It was disgusting. So I felt really sad. I tried to have a salad but it didn't make me feel better. So I sent Heather a picture of the gross food and went to get Mac and cheese from my stash.

And that made me feel a little better. I read, and finished my book today over lunch and then my afternoon break. I have a few books I want to finish this summer, and we are 3 in so far. They are easy reading but still powerful stories. I have cried a few times reading them. The one today particularly hit me. A story about a Russian Jewish immigrant girl at the turn of the century. And there were some really sad part but also beautiful parts and it was really well written.

I had a good afternoon though. My groups were sweet. I had good conversations. I taught the stockade boys how to make look bracelets. And the daycampers were super sweet and were enjoying holding my stuffies in the hammocks and it was really cute.

During my last group of the day they called for a thunderstorm and said to stay inside. Which was fine. Except earlier in the day they have moved the stockade and woodland boys luggage outside my building. And I was like okay kids. Let's pause on the art we have to save the bags.

And we did! All the kids would carry all the boys bags inside and it was amazing teamwork and was so super sweet. I made a big deal calling it in the walkie so everyone would know. And it would storm but it would really pick up until when pick up was happening.

Once my last group left I went to the office to check in about what they wanted me to do for pick up and when I could go home. Heather said 630 and that she would like me to go to the bears to direct traffic.

I decided to go change before that. I put on shorts and my puhtok shirt and would sit in the office reading until it was closer to the call time.

I walked down there but it was drizzling. And soon Heather would bring her car down for me to sit in. And I would use my umbrella as a signal to stop everyone so I could talk to them. Are you here for day camp or overnight? Do you know you village or cabin? No? What's your camper's gender, and age. And I felt super confident and was having a great time. Even if I was getting very rained on, even in the car. But almost all the parents were so lovely and I was having a lot of fun once I got the hang of it.

I really was looking forward to going home though. So once I heard there was only one kid left and they were going to the office I would drive Heather's car back up. It had very sensitive pedals and I was scream laughing a lot but I got up there in one piece.

I got a piece of candy from the porch, said goodbye to Celia, and then it was time to go home.

James was at brass tap getting us dinner. And I was thrilled. The drive home was rainy but that was okay. I got back home in one piece and we had a lovely little dinner. And chilled on the couch for a long time. I loved being with my husband. I love my husband so so much.

I took a long bath and I felt much better. While I felt cute today I also hair felt really dirty. I hope next week I will have a better handle on a shower schedule and will feel less grimy.

I am really tired. Now I am going to dry my hair a little. I don't think I have enough energy to do it all the way. And then I am going to sleep.

I have to market tomorrow. And maybe a nap. And just a restful evening. Sunday I'm hoping to have some art production. But mostly I'm just looking forward to being in my house. With my cat who seems thrilled to see me, he's being so cute.

I love you all so very much. Goodnight everyone!!

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ratherbefangirling · 2 years

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hi there! i'd like to request a bts ship if you're still doing them! i hope i'm doing all of this right, i haven't really used tumblr in a while 😭

my nickname is m, i'm 23 years old! i'm an ambivert (who acts a bit more like an introvert these days), enfp, enneagram 4. contrary to what people around me think, i'm a slytherin 🙈 i used to be a lot more shy than i am now, but i've somehow naturally overcome that through activities in my school's drama club. i'm both a cat and a dog person and would love to own one of each in the near future! i'm an animal lover in general, i'm especially obsessed with ducks, pandas and penguins for some reason 🙈 regarding my appearance, i'm pretty basic, i have brown eyes and brown wavy hair, i'm around 165 cm tall and i'm a bit on the chubbier side.

i'm currently getting my degree in foreign language teaching, i speak 3 languages fluently and i'm planning to start learning french in the near future. besides languages, i'm really interested in art and art history, astronomy, archaeology and psychology. if i wasn't a teacher, i'd probably be a speech therapist or i'd just live off of drawings/paintings i make or stuff i craft.

i change my hobbies almost every week, right now, i spend most of my time playing video games. i've really been into sims lately (i mostly build stuff because i find the gameplay really repetitive). as soon as i graduate, i'd like to start travelling more often, some of the countries i'd like to visit are italy, france, the uk, japan, switzerland, south korea and new zealand.

my ideal partner is someone who would enjoy spending a lot of their free time with me, someone who would not be afraid of physical affection because i love love LOVE to give and receive cuddles and hugs! i'd also like to have a partner who would respect me and my interests and would always support me in everything i do. an ideal date would either be a picnic with all of our favorite food or going out for hot drinks (hot choco or tea) and then later watching something at the cinema.

my bias is tae, he somehow caught my eye the moment i was introduced to bts, i love how he seems to have a really cold exterior but on the inside he's the cutest fluffball that exists! i don't really have a bias wrecker, or rather, i change my bias wrecker every week because i just love all of the boys and i have a different special connection with each and every one of them.

a no-no for me are yandere and hybrid AUs, everything else is ok!

ship type: regular please 😊

i'm really sorry if this turned out to be too long 💔

Don't be sorry, its lovely to read this!!!

The person I ship you with is Namjoon

Warning : Idol au.

You meet Namjoon in one of the rich people parties

it was an art event

Your dress cost an arm and a leg

But you did look gorgeous

So much so that Namjoon couldn't take his eyes of you... so that was good investment.

You however were engrossed in the paintings, one in particular you felt really connected to

Namjoon decides to approach you and comment on it.

You talk and talk and talk

The nights end up with you drunk on Namjoon's dimples and a message on your phone.

Your life goes to normal and the night seems like a fairytale dream

Except Joon sends you paintings he likes and music he likes and when he thinks the sky is pretty or if he wants to talk about his pokemon collection

It's cute until it isn't because you think you're falling for him and I don't blame you who wouldn't

Namjoon decides to go on a trip and hire you as his official translator

Its because he needs a translator he says and not because you said you dreamt of travelling

So basically you get paid to live your dream, to travel, to explore that too in luxury and to eat and laugh with your bestfriend and the boy you really really like.

The last day of the trip is in Paris and its cliche but its romantic (though with this man going to the convenience store would be romantic too) (next time he'll take you to Taj Mahal, 'it was called Mumtaz Mahal after the emperors wife but more importantly his lover')

Of course he intends to propose but he has lost the ring and you laugh because this is Namjoon.

Once you do agree to be his lover, he can't take his hands of you, he's always all over you

Infact it gets irritating when after coming home from the gym he hugs you and you have to take a bath

He also has a whole wall with your artwork only one work not done by you is put up it's the painting you liked and the room is decorated with your souvenirs and his pokemon collection and your photos

Every winter you both make ductan sonyeondan and every year he manages to break the mold.

In conclusion you have a person who not only supports your life but is glad because it reduces his guilt even if on occasion despite never admitting later he does get jealous

Now you have a person who is going to turn every part of your relationship into songs ... sometimes you wonder if he loves you more or the song writing content you provide him

But who cares sometimes you know love and sometimes you dont but as long as there are snacks with your tea you are willing to learn about it.

Hope you liked it.

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takinghisbow · 2 years

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@ahogedetective asked: ❝ "H-Haha…. t-to think we consider this a-a 'quick little thing' to do b-before heading to the store… " He laughs breathlessly, bucking his hips to thrust into Kokichi more. Today had been a lazy afternoon for them, so they had planned to go to the store to stock up on their favorite snacks and any needed groceries. But what was initially some soft cuddling on the couch… turned into heated kisses, hands wandering… and arousal gradually bubbling up in them, to the point that they grew too worked up to wait to do this after coming back from the store.

So now here they were, Shuichi laying on his back on the couch, gripping Kokichi's hips as his boyfriend rides him. Soft pants and groans leave him with each thrust he pounds into him with. How Kokichi looked riding him, how he was sounding; he loves it all. "N-Not that I mind at all, of course. Y-You feel so good... You always do. I love it… I love you… "

He was going at a moderate pace, speed gradually increasing as he pounded into him harder. But once he found his G-spot, he would go to slow his speed down for a moment… and after giving Kokichi's hips a squeeze… proceeds to slam into that spot with deeper thrusts, a long, unrestrained groan ripping from him as he did so. "Ohhh… K-Kokichi… " He gives a small smile, gazing up at him with eyes clouded with heat. "I'm glad we decided to do this… b-before heading to the store. I want you so much… I-I don't want this to end, anytime soon… " Even if that meant the possibility of them being too worn out to go to the store right away after this, he didn't care; it was a risk more than worth it, since even if it was supposed to be a "quickie": he wanted to enjoy this as long as possible… (and now for spicy spiiice!!!! 🌶🌶🌶) ❞ ( sinday ask )

Kokichi just couldn’t help himself sometimes—sometimes even the most innocent of touches from Shuichi were like tinder, like lighting a spark deep within. He would feel his body heat, study the shapes and lines of his face, the column of his neck, and feel some hot concoction of love and lust bubble up low in his stomach. And Kokichi had tells, could not lie when he began feeling it. His touches became more exploratory, he would press tender, increasingly heated kisses to any skin he could find. His eyes, though, said it all, heavy want hanging behind them in a moment of truthfulness only Shuichi was allowed to witness.

In plainer terms, they wouldn’t be going to the store anytime soon. Not if Kokichi had anything to say about it.

At some point, he had wondered how thin the walls were, but by now he cared little, filthy, desperate groans and swears passing his lips, no matter the volume. He wasn’t playing it up—not this time. Hands placed over where Shuichi’s gripped his hips, he was riding him with abandon. And laughter bubbled up, half over Shuichi’s words and half for no reason at all. He could get that way, strangely giggly in the throes of overwhelming pleasure. “I thought you said,” —a whine escaped him— “that I was a. . . ‘quick little thing’ to d-do.” He giggled at his own words, leaned forward to press one hand into the couch cushion, rocking his hips into ever thrust. “After all, I-I’m easy—for you, at least—and little, except where it counts, and—”

He broke off with a moan, waving off his own words like he had just given up on finishing that thought. Instead he focused on the waves a heat coursing though him with every thrust, nodding eagerly as he replied, “I love you too. Fuck, I love you.” And he coupled that love confession with leaning down, circling his tongue around Shuichi’s nipple and giving a few teasing sucks. He didn’t remain, however, having every intention of drawing this out as he leaned fully back with a shallow breaths.

And Shuichi, in no time, had found that spot inside of him, the slowed speed drawing Kokichi’s breathing in ragged gasps, eyes darkened and clouded with need. The pleasure seemed to radiate through him, gaze locked on Shuichi’s. And then Shuichi was slamming into him, only a hand grabbing the back of the couch preventing Kokichi from pitching forward. “Oh, fuck me,” escaped him, followed by a laugh at his own words that quickly faded into throaty moans. “Who c-cares about. . . the stupid store?” His free hand tangled in his own hair, unsure what to do with itself. “I don’t n-need anything from the store, just you. I need. . . you, Shuichi.” He moaned out his name, but still pitched forward to break some of the contact Shuichi was making inside of him.

Hands pressed into Shuichi’s shoulders, he laughed breathlessly. “C-careful, beloved. I know you don’t actually want this to be quick.” After all, his length was aching, Kokichi dangerously close to cumming already. “I wanna play for longer.” After a moment he sank back fully on Shuichi, groaning with an eager smile. “C’mon, let’s play a game. How many times can you get me that close with pushing me over the edge? Come on, make me so desperate that I beg for it!”

#ahogedetective #sinday #| sweeter than caramel ( n s f w ) |#((kokichi vc: the store? i'd rather get absolutely wrecked by my boyfriend))#((also congrats shuichi on getting kokichi to his 'so overwhelmed with pleasure that he turns giggly & jokey' stage fjdskhfds))#[ scheduled ]#—— ✧ ask »#˖ ✧ and it feels like home in your arms » ( kokichi/shuichi | ahogedetective )

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heyyyitsgrey · 2 years

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Jasper Hale- Fluff Alphabet

AM I DOING ANOTHER JASPER POST RIGHT AFTER MAKING THE OTHER? UH YES- THIS MAN IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

He would love your energy, he loves how happy you feel when you're around him, that's what draws you to him in the first place. He also adores just how goofy you are, your energy is just addicting to him.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

He loves your eyes. Whether you're a vampire or not, it really doesn't matter. I mean they are the windows to your soul, aren't they? The way that you look at him with admiration and love makes him so happy. Don't even mention how your eyes glimmer in the sun!

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

He loves spooning- man was touch starved when you met him. He'll purposely get you to lay down just to be able to wrap his arms around you. He's definitely a big spoon, no doubt about that.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

I feel like he would enjoy spending time with you outside, if you're athletic you would go on hikes in the forest, you'd have your own special spot in the woods.

If you're less athletic (or just don't like hiking cause I don't blame you man), he'd take you on drives through the woods, or star gazing, activities like that.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He loves being able to express his feelings to you, he'll randomly come up behind you and whisper into your ear how much he loves you

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

At one point in his human life, he did want to start a family, however, now he doesn't need anyone else. I mean he has Carlise, Esme, Alice, Emmet, Rosalie, Edward, Bella, Renesme, and you, who else could he need?

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

I feel like one of his love languages is gift-giving, so he'd give you gifts all the time, it doesn't matter how expensive they are (he has vampire money baby). Although most of his gifts are probably jewelry, like necklaces or earrings.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He loves randomly grabbing your hands, at first (if your human) he would try avoiding physical contact with you at all times, but now he's grown accustomed to your blood, he constantly has his hands on you in one way or another.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

He would immediately be angry if someone hurt you, he'd want to hurt them. After his initial anger, he would rush to your side even if you are bleeding he doesn't care he'll resist his inhuman urges for you.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

He would more than likely be on the receiving end of your and Emmets pranks. Most of his jokes with you are just light teasing, nothing rude of course.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

He loves to kiss you, it doesn't matter how. He loves the feeling of your lips against his, even if it is just for a moment.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

His favorite way to show his love for you is to tell you. He doesn't go for a complicated over-the-top gesture (all the time), he feels as though a simple "I love you" is enough to convey his feelings.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

If you're a human, one of his favorite memories of you is when he first told you he's a vampire. It isn't anything over the top or dramatic (like Edward) he just sits you down and tells you straight out. He expected you to run away, or scream, or somehow react badly, but all you did was hug him.

If you're a vampire, one of his favorite memories of you is when he said "I love you" for the first time. You were just lounging on the Cullens couch, with your head on his chest. He had turned to look at you, you looked so content that the words just slipped out. Had you not been a vampire, he thought you wouldn't have been able to hear him say it, but you had. Without missing a beat, you immediately replied "I love you too."

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

If you're human, him hurting you would be a big fear. Overall one of his biggest fears is you leaving him. I mean you were his life now, one of his main reasons for existing and if you just up and left- it would break him

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Sometimes he'll forget to move- like he'll be looking at you speaking, he'll be watching your lips move but at this point, he's just zoned out staring at you.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

He loves calling you darlin', your reaction the first time he called you that was enough to make him decide for the rest of eternity that's what he's going to call you. Another nickname he'll occasionally is sweetheart, I mean the man is from Texas what did you expect

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

He loves watching you read, or reading to you. A few times he's actually read to you as you fell asleep. Or he'll enjoy absolute kicking your ass at chess- (which will result in never-ending teasing on his end)

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

'I See The Light' from Tangled, I mean he truly believes that you brought the light back into his life, you helped him see life the way that it really is.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

At first, he was very closed off about his past, he didn't want to tell you of the horrors he had seen, the horrible things he had done. But when he told of you of his past with Maria and you were still there, still more than willing to love him, he opened up more.

He feels as though there is no reason to hide anything from you because to him, there is nothing worse than his past deads.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

It took him around six months after becoming your friend to even have the courage to ask you out and at that point, you had known each other for almost a year.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He promised himself very early on he'd never influence your emotions (unless you asked him to), so he'd sense you were upset and immediately ask what was wrong. If you wanted to talk about what had happened he would listen for however long you needed to rant.

Or if you didn't feel like talking he'd pull you into his arms on the couch or on your/his bed, he'd turn on your favorite tv show or whatever music you liked and just whisper sweet nothing in your ear.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He's not the show-offy type, he's a very possessive person though so whenever you walk into a room together he makes sure that everyone know's that you're in a relationship.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He would lose his shit if you got hurt, so you and fighting is something generally avoided. Even if you are a vampire, he would stay near you, fighting by your side the entire time

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Due to his gift, reading you is very easy. Even without his gift, he thinks he'd be able to read you easily.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

He'd wait a few years into your relationship before he thinks about proposing, and when he does it'd been when the two of you are alone. He wouldn't want you to feel pressured to say yes, so he'd propose while you're stargazing together, or while your somewhere you won't be distributed.

He'd want the moment to feel special so he'd ask Alice (who had already seen him propose) to help him plan the night and to help him decide on a ring if he, himself couldn't choose.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Just having you around is enough to make him feel calm, but if he's having an especially rough day he likes it when you read to him, or when you rub his shoulders.

#jasper hale #jasper hale x reader #fanfiction #x reader #x reader fanfiction #twilight #twilight headcanon #jasper hale headcanons #fluff alphabet

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ptergwen · 3 years

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this is me requesting for the first time but maybe going like to a haunted house with peter like wearing a couples costume but none of you have confessed and it leads to a confession<3 i hope this made sense 😭

warnings: swearing, a little suggestiveness, and a lot of outer banks references

a/n: hehe i’m super happy with how this came out and i hope you are too!! i know i’m taking forever to get through these requests but i promise i’m working on them y’all please enjoy this one in the meantime <3

“guys, i’m fucking freezing out here,” you whine, teeth chattering and arms crossed over your chest. “i wonder why,” mj deadpans in reference to your costume.

your friend group decided to be the pogues for halloween this year, and you’re sarah cameron. in hindsight, a sleeveless crop top and skinny jeans weren’t the best choice coverage-wise.

you rub your exposed arms as you wait on line for the haunted house mj dragged everyone to. she refused to dress up unless you all did something she wanted in return, so here you are.

“you know what they say, em. go big or go home,” you defend. mj smugly adjusts the collar of her graphic tee — she’s supposed to be pope. “well, i’ll go home then. i don’t stick to the status quo.”

she saunters over to ned, currently jj, which gives peter the opportunity to steal her spot.

he comes up behind you with a squeeze at your shoulders to announce his presence. his warm palms feel nice against your cold skin, really nice.

“woah, you are freezing,” he confirms, thumbs running across your shoulder blades. “i could help with that.”

peter is grinning one of his toothy grins when you look at him, and you instantly grin back.

“please,” you laugh out and turn around to face him. “you wouldn’t mind, though?” still smiling, peter shakes his head.

he winds his arms comfortably around your waist, stepping towards you.

“as your john b, not one bit. not as your peter, either.”

did he just call himself yours?

you hum and tug on the bandana tied around peter’s neck. he draws you in so you’re chest to chest, only his is bare. how he manages to stay so toasty while wearing less than you is a mystery.

your hands innocently slide under his barely buttoned floral top. he shivers under your touch, chuckling softly.

“damn. i’m, like, elsa or some shit if i can ice you out,” you joke, pressing your hands flat against his stomach.

peter’s abs clench, and his cheeks turn so rosy that you notice even on the darkly lit street.

“no, no. you’re fine. we just…” he clears his throat, another smile painting his lips. “we’ve never been this close before.”

he’s right. you might cuddle during movie nights or hug when you’ve had bad days, but that doesn’t exactly compare to being flush against each other’s half naked bodies.

just friends is starting to feel a lot like more than friends.

“we’re next, mr and mrs,” ned informs you and peter, gesturing for you to move up in line. “huh?” peter splutters at the same time you choke out a, “what?“

“it’s almost our turn to go in,” ned reiterates obliviously.

because that’s definitely the part you were freaking about.

mj smirks and nudges you both forward, since you’re currently stuck in place. “mr and mrs, as in routledge,” she clarifies on ned’s behalf.

right, your costumes. john b. routledge and sarah cameron.

“totally,” peter scratches the back of his neck. “makes sense,” you quietly agree.

you and peter begin leading the way to the entrance of the haunted house. you’re already missing his warmth, despite the fact that you’ve barely been without it.

“two at a time,” a worker tells you as you reach the entrance. you sneak a glance at peter, who’s already gazing at you.

“uh, we have to split up,” peter relays to ned and mj. “what do you wanna do?” he’s asking everyone, although his eyes are locked with yours. you suck in a breath and boldly link your arm through his. “come with me.”

mj snickers at the exchange, doing the same to ned to mimic you.

“i guess this is fitting. we are jj and pope,” she remarks. “let’s go, leeds.” she nods at you and peter as she passes by you two to head inside, ned wiggling his eyebrows. “catch you on the flip.”

that leaves you and peter alone, and touching, and ready to admit what you haven’t had the courage to until now. the two of you walk off to the side so you can chat freely.

“why me?” peter wonders after a moment. “because you’ll keep me safe from whatever the hell is in there,” you explain lightheartedly, then add on a serious note, “you’re a protector, pete. it’s one of the many things i like about you.”

peter’s hand finds yours and tangles your fingers together, urging you to continue.

“i like everything about you, actually,” you murmur, peter holding your intertwined hands over his heart. “i could say the same, y/n,” he speaks lowly.

you giggle and crane your neck up to him, nudging your nose against his. peter’s other hand cups your cheek gingerly, his eyes practically twinkling.

ned’s shrieking from inside the haunted house interrupts the moment, you and peter bursting into a fit of laughter nevertheless. that’s your cue.

“shall we, mr. routledge?” you prompt peter. he caresses your cheek with a bite of his lip, attempting to suppress yet another smile. “we shall, mrs. routledge.”

#peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker smut #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland imagine #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfiction

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forthehpfanboys · 3 years

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A Shared Bed

Pair: Ronald Weasley x Reader; he/him.

Summary: You and Ron have always shared beds, it was normal.

Warnings: SMUT (MDI), hand job, dirty talk, grinding. DM me if I missed any.

Notes: I stared this at like 5am today. I wanted to write something that came from me for once because the last time I wrote based off my own idea was the very first story I posted. It was actually really fun.

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

It wasn't unusual for you and Ron to share his bedroom when you came over to the Burrow in the summer. In fact it wasn't unusual for you to share the same bed, either. Molly always deemed it perfectly fine, considering you were both boys and all that jazz. She did enjoy hearing you two whispering stories back and forth, your giggles ringing down the creaky staircase as others tried to catch more than a few winks.

Of course, as you two hit your growth spurts, she expected you guys to complain about the lack of space, but it never came. It was clear you two were more than content with the small space and were fine spooning through the night. In fact, that's where you were right now, tucked peacefully under his quidditch quilt, back pressed to his chest. His strong arm was locked across your side allowing him to draw little shapes along your stomach underneath your night shirt.

"Can't sleep?" You turned your head a little. He left his window open letting in not only the breeze from the night, but the moonlight as well. The shimmering light only enhanced his features and caused his eyes to practically glow in the dark. The crystal like blue stole your breath every time you saw them. Suddenly you were questioning if he could feel your heart racing or the sweat building on your palms.

"No. Not tired." His hand paused before lazily drawing a Crescent moon above your belly button. "What about you?" Now it was moving south, slowly inching toward the strings of your sweat pants. You swallowed when his forefinger and thumb grabbed a braided thread and twirled it.

"Brain is too loud." It wasn't a lie. You kept thinking about him. Everything in his room smelled like him and it was making your hormones act up in a way that you couldn't resolve with him laying so close. Tangerine and strawberry was such an interesting shampoo choice for a teenager like him but damn was it quickly becoming your favorite smell. You turned your head to face his pillow and tried to take a subtle sniff -maybe it would ease the thoughts rampaging your skull.

"Wanna talk about it?" Ron's scooted closer to you, his legs bending into the back of yours, his hips pressed flush against your butt. He somehow got closer, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. His voice was such a soft, deep whisper it made you shudder against him.

When you shook your head no and shifted your body against the mattress, one leg crossing over the other, he took in a sharp breath. Your rear grinded back against his pelvis.

"'m Sorry." You mumbled, trying to will a yawn from your lips. You were giving anything to either melt through the mattress or pass out from embarrassment. Abruptly it was far too hot under the quilt.

"No, it's ok." He whispered, this time into the crook of your neck. You watched him from the corner of your eye, his staring right into yours. You were sure he could see the blush in the moonlight. He gave his hips an experimental roll and the action had your cock hardening. You could feel his own hard-on pressed against the curve of your ass and your mouth absolutely watering for it. "Is this," he trusted again, "ok or do you want me to stop?"

There was a pause of silence where neither of you moved, even his fingers twirling the string of your sweatpants stopped. If you said it was OK, you knew the relationship between you and Ron would be thrown through a loop. It would change faster than the tide and if it crashed, you could never repair it.

But to you, right now, it was well worth the risk.

"Please keep going." Your voice was soft and you would've questioned if he heard it, but when he grabbed your inner thigh and hooked your leg over his hip, you knew he heard it. He placed a kiss right behind your ear while his hand moved back to the elastic of your sweats, this time diving under the fabric.

"You're positive?" his finger trailed across your pelvis, the touch light enough to tickle. Instead of answering, you bent your arm around the back of his head and grabbed onto his hair, moving your hips forward for some kind of touch.

He let out a groan against the shell of your ear, his teeth biting the sensitive flesh before his hand finally wrapped around your half hard cock. He moved slowly, trying to build you up to full mast. Ron was far more worried about your pleasure than his.

You let out a hiss, your thighs shaking already. His palm rubbed across the leaking tip of your throbbing cock to try to lube it before pumping it. When it still wasn't enough, the ginger spat into his hand, causing your eyes to roll back at the minor action.

A huff of air escaped you when his thumb brushed across the sensitive skin of the head of your prick before dragging it back down to the base. He slipped his arm out from under the pillow to raise himself up- he wanted to see your cock hard and leaking. Letting go of you, he dragged your pj pants down to the middle of your thighs before spitting in his hand again and moving it along your prick again.

He shushed you after a soft moan of his name left your lips. He planted a few kisses in your hair before his hips picked up the motion before. He let out a shaky breath, his voice still close to your ear.

"Don't wanna wake the others, do you?" Ron's bright blue eyes watched as your eyes fell closed and your teeth dug painfully into your bottom lip. His hand moved faster while yours gave his hair an encouraging tug. "I bet you'd love that though.” He was interrupted by his own breathy giggle. “Such a naughty thing you are."

"Merlin-" You whined, hips stuttering between moving forward into his hand and pushing back against his cock. You let out another moan when his hand tightened down and gave a particularly slow tug upward.

"Not my name, darling. Want to try again?"

If anyone had told you Ronald B. Weasley was a dirty talker and a charmer, you'd laughed at them, but damn were you grateful. Your toes curled in pure pleasure. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you were sure he could feel the beat. You moaned his name, letting your head fall back against his chest. He was grinning and you could hear it in his hushed voice.

“Do that again.” He demanded, his hips rolling harder against yours. You had no idea how close he was to finishing, but you were trembling, getting closer and closer to the cliff of completion. One of your sweaty hands clawed at his wrist while the other tangled in his crisp white sheets.

“Fuck, Ronnie, I’m close.” You gasped out again. You’re back arched away from him. He did nothing to stop you from tumbling off the edge- in fact, he encouraged it by whispering praises in your ear and rubbing his thumb along your most sensitive spots. He didn’t try to muffle your moan at all either. He just smiled his classic Weasley side smirk.

Ron let out a soft laugh and dragged his hand across your stomach, wiping your spunk off on your skin. He ignored your gasp of disgust and kissed your temple again. “You are so special.” Ron said as he wrapped his arms around your stomach and hugged him closer. While your breathing slowed down, his boner pressing into your skin was so obvious as he cuddled closer to you.

“You didn’t finish.” You turned to look at him. He shrugged. You put a hand against his shoulder and shoved him downward, forcing him flat against the bed on his back. You turned over, climbing between his legs. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” You whispered to him, sliding down his boxers.

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