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gayassbish · 6 months

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Genshin Siblings’ Reactions to Their Sister Having a Girlfriend!

Genre: Fluff, slight crack, (minor Angst in Jean and Barbara’s part)

Reader: Female*

Characters: Ayato & Thoma with Ayaka, Lyney & Freminet with Lynnett, Jean with Barbara, and Extra! Aether with Lumine

Ayato & Thoma-

On a typical evening when Ayato was finishing his daily quota and Thoma was doing his last rounds around the residence, Ayaka boldly enters in, hand in hand with you.

Ayato immediately takes notice, wondering ‘who tf is this bitc-‘ Kidding, he’s just like ‘who are you?’ in his head. And Thoma smirks, as if he already knows something.

The thing is, Ayaka decided to come out to Ayato when she would eventually have a girlfriend to introduce to him.

So when Ayaka asks if the four of you could have dinner together, with her new “friend,” Ayato instantly thinks something is up. His main suspicions are that you ran away from home with your raggedy looking- But he is worried you’re either homeless or in danger. Not really thinking Ayaka wants to introduce a friend, not even taking notice of the way Ayaka looks at you, and not noting your body language around her.

After introductions, the four of y’all are sat around the square table (Kotatsu). Thoma brings a cake with writing saying, ‘Yay! You’re Gay,’ in frosting but it slips pass Ayato as he doesn’t take his eyes off you two.

Once Thoma sits down, Ayaka clears her throat and breaks the big news. “Okay… big brother please don’t be mad. I know you wanted me to remain single for the rest of my life and be lonely till the ends of time-“

Ayato interrupts, not happy with the accusation that is thrown at him. “What? What nonsense why would I want you to be alone? They would just have to be a sensible guy-“

“Ugh! would you let me finish?” Ayaka rolls her eye and interrupts her big brother back. Thoma gives you a soft smile, mouthing the words ‘You better get used to this.’ “Anyways.. like I was saying. I found someone and they’re not a guy so-” Ayaka turns to look at you and Ayato’s jaw drops.

“You’re not homeless?” Ayato exclaims, shock and surprise written on his face. Evidently, the news for Ayaka and you together hasn’t hit him yet.

“Ayato!” Thoma and Ayaka yell simultaneously, while you laugh. Ayato almost looks embarrassed at his words, but you chime in before he can say anything else stupid.

“No, but I am your sisters girlfriend if you’re okay with that…” You look to Ayaka and give her hand a squeeze. She’s been pretty nervous about this whole meeting and stressing about how her overprotective brother would take it. Therefore she came out to Thoma before hand and asked if he would be willing to help break the news to him.

Ayaka and Thoma eagerly eat up Ayato’s reaction. “So.. you won’t be pregnant right?”Ayato nods to himself. And everyone but him deadpans. “Yea, I’m okay with this. Why wouldn’t I be?” He smiles at y’all and watches how his sister gleams.

Ayaka runs over the table to give her brother a hugeee hug. “Oh my god! Ugh I can’t believe I was scared to tell you!.” Ayato gives his sister a hug back and she sits back down.

“Wait.. Thoma?” Ayato looks to the blonde who’s already laughing. “Did you-?”

“Know? Yea… look at the cake I made buddy.” Thoma points to the clearly rainbow colored cake. “It’s a fruit cake. To celebrate this fruity day.” Thoma explains all excited and quite proud of his work.

“Well I see that now.. gosh.” Ayato mumbles and digs in. He slices different pieces for everyone.

The rest of dinner ends in laughter and more of Ayato’s dumb questions. Like “how do women fu-“Where did you guys meet,” and “Who confessed first,” as both Ayato and Thoma anxiously hear your story.

P.S. Ayato’s biggest fear is that Ayaka would get swept up by some dead beat guy and boom hed become an uncle one day, so he’s really happy you’re here to prevent that hypothetical nonsense.

Lyney & Freminet-

When Lynnett calls her brothers out for a cup of tea, they immediately think something must be wrong.

After all, Lynnett never plans meetings. She doesn’t have too since they all live in the same house.

So they conspire with one another for the reason for this meeting on the way to the cafe. And when they enter the building and see their shy Lynnett laughing and giggling, sat next to someone… Lyney’s first thought is, ‘who is this clone of Lynnett?’ And Freminent looks as if he’s lost his marbles. After all, everyone that Lynnett knows, the brothers already know… well almost everyone, until you stringed along.

They both know that their sister likes women. So you being a girl is no surprise. Mainly because Lynnett’s not the most discrete about her likings. If she likes something, they’ll find herself in her own world staring at the object of her desire or find herself obsessed with it, like tea. (Actually I think that’s just a bRiTisH thing.)

Anywho, neither of the siblings have EVER seen Lynnett like this and their eyes immediately trace to the cause of her giddy behavior. You.

Lyney hesitates a minute before asking,“Uhhh Lynnett?” Lynnett turns to look at her twin, who wears a nervous smile. Lyney swears he feels a shiver down his spine, still not fully convinced the girl, who looks like an identical copy of him, is his sister. “Who that?” He points to you, so shocked he forgot his manners.

“Lyney! Don’t be rude! This is Y/N.” She turns to you, “my girlfriend.” Freminent’s shock didn’t show on his face until now, and Lyney is still in confusion. “I called the two of you here to introduce you guys since Y/N will be around more often.” She takes a sip of her cup of tea, “But that was it, so you guys can leave now.” She smiles and was about to continue talking to you as Lyney and Freminent both immediately pull up a chair.

“Waiter, two cinnamon teas please!” Lyney gets the worker’s attentions and turns back to Lynnett, “Oh we are soo here to stay.” Freminent nods vigorously in agreement and Lynnett sighs.

“Exactly! You can’t just introduce her to us and not tells us anything!” Freminent exclaims, crossing his arms over his chest as he huffs.

Lynnett warned you that they might not take the news too well. It’s been the three of them for god knows how long, and she didn’t think they’d be ready to see her get onto the next phase in her life with you.

But you told her this meeting would be good for the both of you. She wouldn’t have to be so cautious with you around the city anymore and could finally get rid of the rope she used for you climb through her window and meet her. Plus it was about high time her siblings knew about the two of y’all together.

“They have a point Lynnett. How can they accept us if they barley know me?” You look at her and she frowns. She just didn’t want to put you through the trouble of her brothers eating at your head :(. “Please,” You ask her earnestly and she sighs.

“Fine. Out with it you two. What do you want to know?” Lynnett glares at them, communicating with her eyes to not ask anything rude. “You don’t have to answer anything you don’t want to.” She whispers to you and you squeeze her hand in reassurance.

“Oh me first!” Lynnett raises his hand to beat Freminent who slides back into his seat. “Why do you love my sister?” He analyzes you, preparing what he will say if you give him a bad answer.

“Well..” The brothers lean in to hear your answer. “What’s there not to love?” You say with a small chuckle. “But if I had to pick some of my favorite things about her it would have to be… how she looks at me… and how she tries to make sure I’m always okay in her own way. But I think the thing I love the most about her… is her independence.” You look to Lynnett who’s already blushing.

Freminent and Lyney look at eachother and it’s as if they come to an understanding that maybe you really are right for her. They usually aren’t so quick to trust someone at face value with some words, but they know. Lynnett has a wall around people and doesn’t let it down around just anyone. They trust that their sister is good at figuring out people’s good intentions from wrong, and if she’s opened her heart to you. Then they trust her. They trust her judgement of you.

“Well, I’ll admit thats not a bad answer.” Lyney rumbles, rubbing his neck, not so happy with his defeat.

“But I have one last question.” Freminent asks and the attention turns to boy who’s remained mostly quiet throughout this discussion. “It’s a really important one.” He looks to both Lyney and Lynnett, and it’s as if they both already know what he’s about to ask.

“Of course. Ask anything. I’m an open book.” You say with a calm smile.

Freminent takes a deep breath, “If you want to be a part of this family then… do you promise that no matter what you hear… or what you learn.. you’ll try to see things from our side?” All three of them look eagerly towards you.

Lynnett has told you seldom about her life outside of magic, but you know in your heart that no matter what, Lynnett will always be someone you cannot live without.

“We all have a story don’t we? …When you trust me enough to tell me yours, I know that no matter what I hear or see… I will wait for however long it takes to hear that story before coming to any sort of judgement.” You say softly, looking at them all and see the brothers tense figures lighten. When you turn back to Lynnett, her eyes tell you everything you need to know and how touched she is.

“Well shit.” Lyney says. “Welcome to the family.” He exclaims, and their drinks have arrived. The rest of the lunch continues with the exchanging of stories from embarrassing moments Lynnett’s had as a child to great epic moments of the high time in their careers. Though they don’t talk anymore about their past, you know when the time is right the occasion will come. :)

P.S. POV: You actually infiltrated their family to learn their magic tricks >:)

Jean-

When Jean patrols Mondstat’s forests for any lurking danger, she sees her sister sitting next to someone on dock of the lake. Their legs dangling and feet touching the water. She was about to walk up to say hi until she sees her sister kiss the person next to her.

Jean drops her sword and a loud thud startles both you and Barbara as the two of you turn around to look at the cause of the sound, only to find the shocked expression of the Acting Grand Master.

“Sister!” Barbara looks as if she’s seen a ghost and gets up to run to her.

“Wait Barbara your shoes-“ You get cut off by Jean running away and Barbra chasing after her.

You sigh, grabbing Barbara’s shoes and wearing yours, while following the shouting of the ladies. You even pick up Jean’s sword that she’s left on the floor.

You and Barbara haven’t been together for very long, but you’re both serious about each other. However, every time you would mention if it’s time to introduce each other to one another’s family, Barbara would avoid the topic. You later learned it was cause Barbara’s sister is extremely overprotective of her.

And it makes sense after all. Barbara has been known to have stalkers and crazy fans (IFHY ALBERT). You yourself know how naive Barbara can be at times and how she doesn’t really take the best care of herself. After all, most of the time you’re picking up after her.

You find the sisters deep into the forest. Barbara sitting down on a rock, her pale feet covered in mud and gunk. And Jean pacing back and forth with a hand messing up her pony tail.

“I can’t believe you went behind my back!” Jean shouts. “A girlfriend? Seriously Barbara? Do you think you’re mature enough to be in a relationship? Do you think that girl is trustworthy?” Jean turns to her sister.

“How dare you! Y/N is a great partner and we’re doing really good! And I’ve learned so much being with her than I have before!…Gosh I knew you were going to react like this so I hid it from you.” Barbara continues the shouting, but then starts to weep and Jean sighs. Jean hates it when her sister cries. And she hates it even more when she’s the one who makes her sister cry.

“Oh Barbara, please don’t cry-“ Jean kneels down, about to wipe her tears.

“Tell me, is it just a thing in your family to leave your stuff everywhere?” You interrupt, and the stark difference in their reactions almost makes you laugh.

Barbara exclaims your name and runs up to give you a hug, while Jean stands back up and crosses her arms over her chest. She wears a furrowed brow on her face to match the tense body language.

“You got mud all over you.” You tell Barbara softly and Barbara giggles. Once she lets go of the hug, you kneel down to clean her feet with a cloth. You put her shoes on her as well, and when you stand back up, you’re met with a distraught look on Jean’s face. “Here. Your sword.” When you walked to her to hand it back to her, Jean looks even more lost.

Jean, for the past years, has been the one taking care of her sister all the time. And though what you did just now might seem small, Jean didn’t even notice her sister was walking around barefoot. ‘What if Barbara got a thron stuck in her foot and her whole leg got infected?’ She beats herself up about not noticing sooner.

“Thank you,” Jean speaks very softly. Almost as if she’s trying to counteract for her shouting earlier.

“Don’t mention it,” You give her a genuine smile. You get where the older sister is coming from after all. “Now, how do we resolve this?” You look at both the sisters.

Barbara walks closer to where you and Jean stand. “Jean… I know I’m asking a lot from you to accept us given how bad I can be at judging people… but I swear. I swear on Barbatos that Y/N is a good person.” She looks at you and you smile. You can’t help yourself but to pat her head.

“Jean, I know how worried you must be. You’ve just seen your little sister being affectionate with some random stranger… but I promise you that this random stranger.. will take even better care of Barbara than you have over the years.” You make a challenge to yourself at Jean and she finally loosens up.

Jean exhales deeply. And shakes her head at how she jumped to conclusions about you.“I will take you up on that.” She looks at Barbara and then at you and noticed how she hasn’t really seen Barbara this happy and free in a while. Being stressed AF runs in the their family and she tells herself that maybe you’re good for her Barbara. And that maybe it’s time to let her sister experience the world for herself, without Jean’s watchful eye. “But.. I think we’re all do for a shower and a proper dinner after. I have many questions.” You and Barbara agree, sticky from the lake and the humid air as the three you guys walk back.

But this time instead of someone running away from another, someone shouting, and someone crying, you guys walk together. This marks the new beginning of getting to know each other and the rest of your lives.

P.S. Even if Jean ended up accidentally slaying your ass out of anger, C6 Barbara would’ve brought you back <3

A/N: I did a Barbara version where Jean introduces you as her girlfriend but I second guessed myself thinking that might be weird after I did the Jean version… (._.)

Aether-

Aether doesn’t believe his sister got a partner before he did. Questions his rizz. The end ;)

Kidding, he doesn’t even know his sister has a girlfriend because he hasn’t found her-

A/N: How do people write traveller?? What even is their personality, like are they pretty? Yes. Do they speak? No. What do you guys go off of?? [・_・?]

11/08/2023

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ghouljams · 9 months

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Dear Ghoul, remember the ask I sent previously about Price being all condescending and using nicknames to mock our dear witch and how you asked about how it feels being right about it?

I think I'm pretty proud about being spot-on about it all lol.

I wish I could send you some more stuff but atm my brain is solely focused on this Gaz oneshot I'm writing :') but I'll probably gush about Fae Price and Fae Gaz later this weekend hopefully.

Anyway, the only thing I can think about is witch harvesting some strawberries from her little kitchen garden and making a lot of fruit jam, and leaving some for Fae Price outside on the wall/barrier that stands between her hut and Price's place. Along with a cute note telling him to take the jam and to use it while it's fresh and all....the domesticity of it all is just so....gentle.

This probably got Fae Price thinking about how pretty and glowing Witch would be as they go about their day in a shared space, him going out and bringing his sweet witch herbs and keepsakes to work with, testing her magic spells by trying to break it for her....just swoon.

(also can I be 🪷 anon, if it's not taken? I'd like to have some moniker so it's easy to identify my rambling on your blog lol)

AH! Imagine me pointing at my fic with Witch sitting on Price's lap: the cookies in that have home made rose jam. God the rose motif I am pushing is just not subtle, but I don't care. Witch absolutely makes jam with the fruit in her garden/the fruit given to her by clients.

I think that while Price was still waiting for the threshold to let him in he sometimes had tea with Witch. He's not a big fan of tea, but he is a fan of the scones and jam that Witch makes.

It's one of your favorite times of the day, a little past lunch when the sun in your garden is at its hottest and the Winter on the other side is the coldest. You pass Price a mug of warm mulled wine and pluck a scone from the plate precariously balanced on the garden wall. Price sips at his drink while you complain about a difficult customer, neatly slicing your preferred scone to slather jam on each half. You offer half to Price and he takes it with a small smile.

"You not drinkin' tea anymore?" He asks suddenly. You pause capping the jam.

"I'm drinking tea now," You tip your mug to show him the leaves at the bottom, "Why?"

"This is wine." He says it like you should know what he's not saying, and you do.

"Homemade," You tell him with a smile, before relenting to his stare with a sigh, "You don't drink tea." Price hums, like he wants to refute it, as if you didn't see him his a frown and furrowed brows the last time you served him tea. Granted it was pretty bitter, but there were only so many times you could pour out a half drunk mug before you figured the man didn't enjoy a cuppa like you did.

"It's good," He finally tells you. You hide your smile behind your mug, sipping your lukewarm tea.

"Good, I'll make it again." You leave off the 'for you' Price doesn't need to know he's the only other person enjoying your labors. Even if he can taste it under the spices, that you were thinking of him while you were cooking. If he didn't know any better he might think you were trying to make him fall for you. You give too much of yourself too freely, he'd be a fool not to want you for himself.

"Got something for ya," He digs a hand into his pocket, fishing out the tightly corked bottle. You're pretty when you frown, the little crease in your brows is endearing.

"You don't have to repay-" He hold out the bottle, little white stems in soft purple liquid. Your eyes light up just how he thought they would. "Ghost pipes," Your excitement is so pleasant to be on this side of. He shakes the bottle, churning the contents while he waits for you to take it. He knows you will, the way you set down your mug and hold your hands out.

"For the food," He knows you're itchy about debts, and it's easier to imply he's put a price on your kindness than try to convince you he's giving out of his own care. No strings attached, he means to say. Even though he knows you'd never buy that. Your hesitance around accepting his gifts is starting to fade. It makes him feel almost warm when you take the bottle from him. It's not a tether, it's something else. A warmth he hasn't felt before.

He'll decide what it means later. When he isn't watching your smile.

#1fae1 #fae!Price #oc: witch #john price x reader #john price x oc #captain john price #Ok I gotta get off the fae and back to the cowboys #captain price x reader #captain price x oc #I feel like I'm losing my cowboy credibility #also i have seen other people writing cowboys recently and that makes me happy #more cowboys for me to read about #I'm gonna clear a bunch of fae asks out of by inbox #and work on my beloved ranch hands #🪷 anon

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bothoutsiders · 8 months

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if you’re still taking requests, maybe identity porn? or just mutual pining fluff!

hey anon! this is my first time trying identity porn, that's why it took me so long. also jason's undercover name is john as in john doe. it was fun trying this new trope, thank you for the experience!

From all the odd jobs and undercover cases that Jason had gone through - nothing compared to this one.

It was probably one of the easiest and clean jobs he had ever had though. While the pay wasn’t that good, he could enjoy some peace, the AC and at the same time, study his target. His tasks were simple; he was in charge of the music, cleaning his work area and making fun, colorful beverages that were so popular nowadays.

He wouldn’t admit it, but he honestly kind of enjoyed making lattes, smoothies and sweet-fruit drinks. Not as much as getting rid of the garbage of Gotham, of course, but for a day-job, he thought it was a pretty nice change of pace.

The clients were all types of different people. Guys in a suit coming for their boring americano, teens coming for lattes and smoothies, young adults for tea, milkshakes and more. It was interesting.

Jason even had fun the day he convinced an old stoic man to try something sweet. Men have to like bitter things, the client had said. Jason snorted, did some convincing and made up ‘scientific’ and social explanations about it before handing him a strawberry latte.

He couldn’t help but grin the moment he saw the client’s face change from deadpan to surprise and then some embarrassment for actually liking it.

It was good that he didn’t get bored when his target wasn’t around. The people were friendly and he was enjoying his time, but still, this job in particular was hard for one specific reason.

“It’s getting late.” He neatly folded a cloth and wiped the surface of the counter.

There was no response. Of course.

“If you don’t pack your things I’ll kick you out without them.”

There was still no response. Besides the music in the background, he could hear some fast typing. This was how his evenings went most of the time.

In past jobs he had dealt with drunkards, with abusive bosses, awful customers, annoying and nosy coworkers, but this? This was something he never expected to happen to him.

“Okay, that’s enough Timothy.” He could feel his heart pounding against his chest as he made his way to Tim’s table. He knew he was good at pretending nothing extraordinary was happening, but deep inside he was panicking only because he was talking to him.

Even if Tim was ignoring him right now.

“I’m gonna close soon so I need you to leave. Go home and have some real sleep.” He said resting his elbow on the table. He wasn’t into touching without consent so even if he wanted to be annoying to Tim, he didn’t dare to do such a thing. “Are you listening, monkey?”

Tim looked up at him a bit surprised but as soon as the words sunk in, he looked at his watch. “It’s already closing time?” He began to whine but almost immediately he changed his mood. “Before you kick me out– look!” With a big smile on his face, he was quick to take his phone, unlock it and shove it into Jason’s face.

“How many times have I told you to stop doing that?” He pushed the phone away and tried to focus his eyes on the screen. He already knew what he was about to see. “What’s that ugly thing?”

“John. You really have bad taste,” he frowned slightly before he’d swipe right and smile again. “There are more photos! I took them last night.” It was clear that Tim was proud of it.

“Are you … friends with that guy?” Jason didn’t look him in the eye, pretending that the idea of Tim and Red Hood being friends made him nervous. This kid had so many photos of him on his laptop and phone, it was crazy. And honestly? Jason was flattered. “He’s a menace.”

“He’s not!” Tim was quick to defend him. “I know that he carries guns and he kills people but he kills the bad ones! That terrible people won’t be coming back to keep hurting others. Most of you are fans of Batman even if the cops hate him, right? Well, Red Hood is my Batman.”

There was a small smirk on Jason’s face. He bothered Tim about this only because he liked to hear all the nice things he had to say about Red Hood. It wasn’t often that he would find someone who thought in such a positive way about him. “You’re a crazy little guy.”

“Nah, I’m just telling the truth. He’s funny too.” Since the very first time that they met, Tim didn’t hide his ‘admiration’ for Red Hood. He’d spend his evenings at the café talking about how great he was, how Red Hood had saved him once and how they would talk some nights and even let Tim take his photos.

“So you hang out at 3am with a criminal only because he’s fun?” He huffed. “Tim, you gotta meet new people. People your age and you’ll see there’s more funny, safe people out there that you can meet during the day. I’m sure this is why you spend your evenings here, consuming all that caffeine.”

For Jason it was love at first sight, but Tim? Tim was too blind with how great Red Hood was that there were days Jason would even get jealous of himself. He blamed it on his night job and how tired he could be after patrolling the city and then coming to the café without much rest.

“There’s no one at home, I would rather spend it here where I can eat and drink and then get ready for the night.” He replied as he took his time to put everything in his backpack.

“You’re not a vigilante like him, Tim. Be careful, okay?”

“Yeah, I always make sure not to get in his way.”

“So how is your little fan club going?” The day was slow and there weren't many people at the café, except for Tim who was close to the counter, and a girl in a corner, buried in books and looking like she might explode if someone dated to interrupt her.

Jason decided to change the music to something relaxing for studying.

“It’s okay. I don’t share all my photos though.” Tim wasn’t looking at him, he was still busy with his laptop. By now Jason knew that if it wasn’t him doing homework or talking to his friends, he was busy with his Red Hood fan club.

“You don’t?” He was confused. He thought that was the purpose of those photos, to share them and make it obvious who was Red Hood’s favorite.

“Mm no.” Tim looked at him and after a big pause, he decided to confess. “I don’t like sharing. I even have a couple of selfies with him, but I don’t post those. They are only for myself.”

“But you showed them to me.”

“Yes, but I didn’t send them to you, it’s different.” There was a light shrug before he’d focus back on his laptop.

“Do you print them as posters for your bedroom?”

Tim didn’t reply, only looked up at Jason.

“You do, don’t you?” He grinned. “I can’t believe you’re obsessed with that stinky guy. You’re into bad boys, huh?”

There was a cute blush that spread through Tim’s face instantly. “He’s not a bad guy.”

“Yeah, I mean I guess being a criminal and killing people is something good people do.” Jason shrugged, a smirk still on his face. “What is so cool about him? Does he even do the laundry?”

“Everything is cool about him,” Tim frowned slightly but after a moment of wondering what to do, he sighed and closed his laptop, focusing entirely on Jason.

Oh, he was getting serious.

“Look, he’s amazing. He’s someone you can talk to and has good advice, he is kind and worries about everyone. Yes, killing is bad but he’s a good person. He does this to stop innocent people from getting hurt or murdered.” He spoke as if he was pleading for Red Hood’s life. “He has a nice voice even if it’s kind of muffled under his helmet, and he makes sure I get home safe. He has this kind of humor that I actually find funny and he has big hands and his thighs are…”

“Oh wait, wait. Hold on.” Jason lifted his hands. “I don’t want to hear about your fantasies. I get it, you like him that way but are you sure he isn’t like someone who is trying to fool you? Pretend he is cool and then he shows his true colors?”

“I’m sure he isn’t pretending. He’s not a nice guy. He’s kind and a real man.” Tim said this looking him in the eye.

Maybe Jason felt something like butterflies in his stomach and something warm blossoming in his chest.

Maybe. But who knows.

“What about guys who help elderly people with chores or do their groceries shopping? What about those who help kids find their parents when they are lost and cook meals at shelters?” It wasn’t that Jason wanted Tim to stop liking Red Hood, he only wanted to have a chance too. Maybe mentioning some of the things he had done and still does would help his case.

“Good for them?” Tim arched an eyebrow.

Jason was about to complain but the bell over the door chimed, announcing a new customer arriving. When he turned to look, he saw it was his target coming in and oh, right, I’m working-working.

He looked at Tim one more time and sighed dramatically. “Okaay, okaay. I’m glad you found the one. Just make sure to get home safe after you see him.” It was a bit silly that he would like to bother him about it and then get jealous when he would hear all that admiration Tim felt for Red Hood, but it was somehow addicting.

“Sure.” He hummed happily, a light blush still on his face as he opened his laptop to start typing again.

Jason smiled, hoping that one day Tim would like him too, and not only one version of himself. Maybe one day.

#jaytim #jason todd #tim drake #w: story #request

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sammy-is-not-smiley · 2 years

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hii! first of all I wanted to tell you that I really love your writing!! :) secondly I have a steve x reader idea:

so steve and the reader are dating and being really cute, happy & touchy and nancy starts to get jealous of them and makes rude comments or tries flirting with steve in front of the reader, and steves shuts her down immediately being all protective and maybe afterwards they could have a talk where he reassures the reader that he only loves them <33

You

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

S4 SPOILER FREE

Summary: While helping host a party with Steve, Nancy decides to drink too much and spoil the mood. It causes you to begin slipping into the insecurity of Steve leaving you for Nancy. Luckily, Steve notices and has some words of comfort.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings/tags: Under-age drinking, physical touch, bullying? Kind of?, language, fluff

A/N: Thank you for the request! Although this wasn't quite my cup of tea, writing it was still fun! Also, I listened to the Elmo in Grouchland soundtrack while editing this. Enjoy!

You had never been a massive fan of parties, but when Steve asked you to help him throw one at his place, you figured you’d make an exception. Going to parties was one thing, hosting one was something completely different.

Immediately you began to flow with ideas of what kind of snacks to have, what recipes you wanted to make (like your mom's famous sherbet fruit punch), and even bought special party plates. Steve had told you you didn’t have to go all out like that, but you didn’t care. It was exciting and you wanted the guests to remember this party for years to come. After all, graduation was coming up. Why not make it special?

The night of the party, Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin all arrived early just to hang out and wait for people to arrive. It didn’t take long for them to. Although Steve might not have been ‘King Steve’ anymore, his parties still had a reputation people weren’t quick to forget.

Before you knew it, snacks were flying off the counter and drinks were making their way around in a drunken swoop. Steve’s stereo didn’t disappoint either as it blasted all the latest hits from the past year and then some.

It didn’t take long for you to remember why you hadn’t been a fan of parties. The drunker the underage crowd was reduced to, the more sweaty and stuffy the house became. Instead of sitting and getting annoyed with the crowd though, you focused on tidying the stray cups and keeping yourself busy with cleaning up after others. It wasn’t surprising that everyone tossed their trash wherever they pleased, but it gave you something to do.

Once, while bent over for a discarded solo cup, you felt someone bump into your behind roughly. When you straightened up to tell off whoever it was, you were face to face with Steve smirking mischievously.

“Hey, watch it,” He said as if it had been your fault.

“You’re so full of it,” You replied, returning the smile and grabbing his shirt by the front to yank it playfully.

He leaned in closer, gradually pressing you up against the wall by your waist. “Oh yeah? You gonna do something about it?” His smile smelled of booze, however, you were pretty sure this wasn’t entirely the booze talking.

Slowly you rested your hands on his hips, snaking them around ever so slightly, tucking them under the hem of his shirt. His skin was hot and smooth. You brought your face slowly closer to his, close enough to feel his breath mix with yours. Before you met him for a kiss, you stopped short. “You’ll have to find out later.” Then you dipped away from his face and made your way to the living room couch, a proud smile on your face.

Just as you approached the surprisingly empty love seat, a pair of hands gripped your waist and yanked you over onto the couch with them.

You yelped in delight, knowing exactly who it was that had tackled you.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” Steve laughed, roughing you up on the couch as you laughed with him.

Eventually, you found some grip and lifted yourself face to face with him. “You know humor is one of my best traits.” In retaliation, you began to tickle him at the sides.

This time he yelped and tried to scoot away from you, but to no avail, as you got onto his lap to anchor him down.

Suddenly, you both stopped, staring at each other breathlessly, now fully aware of how close you were to one another. Both of your hot breaths brushed each other's faces and your hair was a frazzled mess. His eyes were dark, but you could still see his blown-out pupils reflecting the light of the nearby lamp.

“Sheesh, get a room,” You heard a voice from the other love seat call out.

You turned and saw Nancy slumped at the couch, a beer bottle in hand. “Yeah, I’m talking about you two.” She gestured lazily with her free hand. She was obviously far past the point of ‘tipsy’. “I can smell the hormones from here.”

You felt your face begin to turn red and meekly you scrambled off of Steve. “I have to keep up with cleaning,” You muttered and quickly stalked off into the kitchen before Steve could grab hold of you.

“Nance, what the hell?” You heard him denounce as you walked away.

The time you spent cleaning after that felt like it was done in slow motion. Nancy’s comment was eating away at you. Not exactly over what she said, but the motive she may have had behind it. Was she bitter over their breakup? You knew it had hit Steve hard when it happened, but as for Nancy… You had no idea where she stood, even now. If it hit Steve that hard and Nancy was upset with him being with someone else, who’s to say they wouldn’t get back together again?

Who’s to say he wouldn’t ditch you?

That question lingered in your head for far longer than you wanted it to. You had finally felt like you were in a comfortable place with him… You didn’t want it to be for nothing. You didn’t want it to end.

As you walked through the house, picking up stray solo cups and food trash, you noticed Steve and Nancy down the hall. They looked to be in a small heated conversation. Nancy took a step towards Steve and put her hand softly on his chest. Your gut clenched at the gesture, however, your feet stayed in place. You wanted to look away in discomfort, but a hope in your chest kept you rooted on the carpet. You were thankful you remained where you were as you watched Steve push her hand off and take a step back from her, telling her something very sternly.

A small amount of relief helped your nerves, however, your thoughts trumped the relief. In the middle of the room, you dropped the trash bag on the floor next to you. You turned around and practically parted the crowd with your determined stride to the front door. The cold early spring air hit you in the face like a fly swatter when the door opened, but you didn’t care. Compared to the inside of the house still half full of horny smelly teenagers, the outdoor air was refreshing and clean.

You shut the door and it felt like your ears had been unstopped. All that could be heard outside were the sounds of cars driving in the distance and the rustling of leaves. The music could still be heard, but only slightly.

The front steps were cold when you sat down on them, stinging your thighs for a moment. It didn’t matter, your thoughts were far too loud to notice much else.

What if Nancy got to have him? After everything she did? You never hated her, but when Steve had told you the things she said in a drunken stupor that one Halloween… And then not long after was clearly involved with Jonathan… You had to admit it made your blood boil.

A breeze blew through, causing you to hug yourself tightly. There you sat in the cold, trying to fight off the growing insecurity you felt heavy in your chest. If anything, the sting of the cold was an odd comfort.

After about fifteen minutes, the door opened behind you. You assumed it was just some guests leaving until your name was called out.

Steve stood at the threshold, letting out a sigh of relief to have finally found you. “(y/n), what are you doing out here? And without a coat?” He muttered the last part under his breath, leaning past the door frame to grab a jacket of his hanging up on the wall.

You heard the door close, then footsteps. Something warm draped over your shoulders and, hesitantly, you accepted it, pulling it further on.

“Thanks,” You faltered, slouching slightly. It smelled like him.

“Rob said she saw you come out here. Why aren’t you inside?”

“Just wanted some fresh air.”

He nodded slowly in thought, then let out a loud dispondant sigh. “I’m sorry about Nancy.”

“You don’t have to be.”

“Yes, I do,” He insisted. “She was out of line and… absolutely wasted.”

“... Do you still love her?” The question shocked even you, causing you to freeze in the cold air in suspense of his response.

Steve turned slightly to you. “What?”

“I… I think you heard me.”

It was quiet a moment before Steve finally spoke. “I… Shit, (y/n), no of course not. I’m with you now, you’re what matters to me.”

Your hands fidgeted nervously in your lap and you looked down at them in embarrassment. “You matter to me too. A lot,” You emphasized.

He reached over and held one of your cold hands tightly. The warmth was inviting and you could feel the curves and indents of his palm. “You don’t think I’d get with her again over tonight, do you?” He chuckled dryly, trying to lighten the tension.

You shrugged and glanced at him warily as a response. “I saw you two in the hallway. I saw you push her away but it still…”

He lifted his hand and softly brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “It still…?”

Your brow came together into a pained expression. “Her being like that makes me worry… About us.”

“You mean about me.”

“No, Steve,” You turned to him to explain further, but he put his hand up, stopping you.

“No, it’s okay,” He warily smiled. “I don’t blame you. You were there through our breakup. You know how much I loved her, you saw some of the worst of me.” He moved himself to squat down in front of you on the side walk, still tightly gripping your hand in your lap. “But that was back then. That was all before you revealed yourself to me. The caring you that let me rant about that one night over and over again. It’s been you that’s helped me give Dustin good life advice. You that has the best laugh I’ve ever heard. You that insisted on dressing up this shitty party to make it not as shitty,” He chuckled, squeezing your hand, making you smile and shake your head. “What’s in the past is staying there. I promise. Nancy doesn’t get to waltz between us just because of my past with her. I promise you that you’re the only one for me.” He leaned back and sat on the ground in front of you, causing him to have to tilt his head to look up at you. “You’re the only one I ever want to be with.”

You could feel a dam of tears threatening to break, but not sad tears. They were tears of pure delight and admiration begging to be let out. “You’re still full of it,” You teased, trying to shoo away the tension in the air as he had tried to earlier.

A large grin broke out over Steve’s face and he took your other hand with his warm one. “Full of it just for you, babe.”

Unable to keep yourself seated, you leaned forward and crashed into him with an embrace. His hand found its way to the back of your head and he pulled you closer into the crook of his neck. There, you could take in a full breath of his cologne; clean, delicate, and familiar. He squeezed you just as tightly as you squeezed him and suddenly the cold around you didn’t have as harsh of a bite.

“Thank you,” You whispered gratefully in his ear.

He hummed sweetly in your ear, nuzzling his nose into your shoulder and leaving small kisses up your neck. “It’s only you, (y/n). Always will be.”

The front door swung open, startling you upright out of the hug. “Hey, dingus, Scotty is legit about to puke, I think you’ll want to get him out of your house before he paints the walls,” Robin called out, half paying attention to Steve and half glancing back into the house cautiously. She was clearly preoccupied and hadn’t noticed what you two had been doing.

“Ah shit, not again,” Steve began to stand, pulling you up with him. “I’m sorry,” He sighed to you abjectly.

“No problem,” You chided back. “I’m pretty cold now. And I know how to deal with puke anyway.” You slipped the jacket off your shoulders and bounced back into the house past Robin, ready to either help a sick person or clean up their mess.

Robin gave Steve a side eye as he walked up the steps. “Everything good?”

“Everything’s great,” He replied, smile genuine as ever.

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Sunday 21st April

What a weekend 🥴

Yesterday was Matt's birthday so I made him breakfast in bed and we went for a lovely walk with Maggie, saw all her friends, had a great time 🥰

I went out and did a big grocery shop for my sister bc she said she had been really struggling with money lately as she's between jobs and will miss April pay cutoff at her new job so won't get paid until the end of May. She's also getting evicted from her house bc she's unable to get a mortgage to buy it, so the landlord is just giving it to her daughter instead which is shitty. So she's having a really tough time so I went and bought her just a load of food she can make meals with and stuff bc she said she had been sending the kids up to their dad's house for dinner bc she didn't have enough food in. Which fucking sucks. So got all that, finished off Matt's birthday cake - coffee & walnut, his fave. And then started on my nephew's cake! Which annoyingly I forgot to take a pic of when it was finished 😭

Matt's birthday card and mug from Maggie arrived

It has a photo from the day we got her, one of the funniest moments of her life when she got stuck between the sofa cushions, and one of them together on the side of a mountain and it says Best Dog Dad. He usually hates stuff like that but he loves it 🤭

Cleaned up the kitchen about 3 times after all the baking, realised it was 5pm and I had 30 mins to get ready, and we went out with Matt's family for dinner. We went to a Vietnamese place and it was so good. His parents were difficult as always but they left after food and we stayed out for a few drinks with his brothers and we had a fun night. He was really happy to have everyone together ❤️

Came home a little tipsy I think around midnight, got up early again this morning to walk Maggie so Matt could have a lie in. Thank god though, he woke up not long after me and offered to do the walk so I did all the housework that didn't get done all week. The house is finally sort of back to normal so I felt much better. Finished off my nephew's cake, and went over to my sister's to see him. We just had a few of his friends round and all the adults sat having a couple of drinks and eating snacks. It was lovely! I was so nervous to give my sister all the food but she took it really well, I tried to frame it as a working from home hamper bc her new job is full time WFH and I said in my experience you realise how fucking hungry you are when you're not out at work distracted by other stuff, but she didn't see all the meat, tins, fruit and veg in the bottoms of the bags so I really hope she isn't offended when she does. I know she's way too proud to ask anyone to help but it's not fair that she has to sacrifice having dinner with her kids. So I wrote her a little card and explained that I know she'd do the same for me. Haven't heard from her yet but she was super happy when I brought the stuff into her garage. Drove home feeling pretty icky (again! Wtf is going on with my body), I was shivering I was so cold and had the heaters blasting in my face the whole drive home and had an awful headache despite chugging water all afternoon. Curled up in my pjs when I got home, had a cup of tea and felt much better. Currently in a hot bath, ready for an early night. Think I'm just run down tbh, it's been a crazy busy few weeks.

Oh also! I got The Photo for the wedding thank you cards! Finally the sun was out and she was smiling and the crown stayed on her head for more than half a second 🙌

So I can order those this week!!

Hope everyone had a lovely weekend 🥰🥰

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1024UB CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: STRAWBERRY

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“Honey, do you want to help me with dinner?” a woman who closely resembled Gyuri popped her head out from the kitchen.

“Sure, Ma,” Gyuri got up from the couch and joined her mother in the kitchen.

Gyuri wasn’t proud of it, but anytime she needed to get away from it all and clear her head, she ran away to her mother’s house. Growing up, Gyuri helped her mother with the fruit garden until her mother was able to build a really good business by herself by the time Gyuri got to high school. She opted for going to a high school in the city instead of staying in the rural area, so she had been running away to her mom ever since the start of high school.

She actually tried to muscle through her storm cloud this time, but after sighing at least five hundred times in one of her classes, her professor pulled her aside. Her professor ended up telling the girl to just take a break for a week and clear her head because, “If you’re mentally unwell, it can take a toll on your physical health, too.” Gyuri cried in front of her professor that day because of how extremely grateful she was.

“Are you sure it’s okay for you to be missing a week of class?” her mother asked as they stood in the kitchen prepping vegetables.

“Yeah, I got permission from my professor, the department head,” Gyuri reassured her mother.

Satisfied with her answer, her mother collected all of the prepped vegetables and threw them in a pot. Gyuri loved the smell of her mother’s homemade curry, so she lingered in the kitchen just taking in all of smells.

The house her mother lived in now was much bigger than the house she grew up in. Gyuri had her own room in the big house, but she preferred sleeping right next to her mother because that’s how she grew up in the small house. Her mother seemed to be worried that Gyuri would be up on her phone all night, but Gyuri actually left her phone back in her apartment. She really, truly did not want to talk with anyone from the group at that moment only because if she talked to them, then all of her internal turmoil over Seonghwa and San would restart. She did not want or need that. All she wanted and needed was her mother’s love and affection.

She was still struggling wit the whole Seonghwa versus San thing. She was definitely upset with Seonghwa and the fact that she still liked him, but she was also pretty upset with San. When he left the last night she saw him, she was angry that he didn’t put up more of a fight. She wondered about how San really felt about her at that point. Were they still just friends-with-benefits? She really thought that there was more than that between them. Gyuri didn’t want to confront San, though; the thought of fighting with him made her sick. Her obsessing over the issue made her sick, so she stopped thinking about it altogether.

The sharp, crisp November wind blew past Gyuri as she sat on the deck in their backyard, red and orange leaves continuing to fall. Gyuri loved this weather in the rural area. Everything felt pure, and she felt like breathing was so much easier. November in the city was a nightmare. Everything was always way too cold for no reason, and the lack of sunlight just makes it more depressing. Bundled in many blankets, Gyuri held a cup of steaming hot tea to her lips, the vapor from the tea warming her cheeks. She sat with her back to the door, so she didn’t even realize someone had walked onto the deck until they sat next to her.

“Gyu, you look like a ball,” they said.

Gyuri’s head immediately snapped to the side. It was Hongjoong— well, a definitely cold and shivering version of him. A genuine smile spread across her face as Hongjoong smiled at her with chattering teeth. She set her tea aside and opened the blanket bubble for Hongjoong to sit and warm up with her.

“Jesus Christ, Joong! Why are your fingers so cold?” Gyuri handed him the cup of tea so his fingers could thaw.

“I kind of came here spontaneously. I wasn’t wearing the right clothes when I left,” Hongjoong explained.

The two chuckled briefly before looking at the scenery before them. Without looking at each other, they continued to converse.

“So, this is where you grew up?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s nice. I get why you come here to escape the city.”

“Wait, how did you find out that I was here?” Gyuri realized suddenly; she didn’t tell a soul where she was going, not even Iseul.

“Seonghwa told me that this is where you run away to when you have a lot on your mind.”

“Dammit, I never should’ve told him… At least he didn’t make the trip here.”

“Why did you come here this time? The group kind of freaked out because you didn’t tell anyone you left.”

“Really?”

“Well, we all were concerned, but Wooyoung was convinced you had been abducted by aliens. Then, he said someone kidnapped you and that they would contact us asking for ransom. At first, everyone brushed it off, but then Mingi and Yunho started with their own conspiracy theories, and it kind of spiraled. It also didn’t help that you were nowhere near your phone.”

“Oh… Well, the Wooyoung thing is funny, but I do feel bad. I just needed to take a step back.” Gyuri looked down shamefully.

“I’m going to guess it was because of Seonghwa?” Hongjoong turned to look her in the eye— he definitely wanted the truth, but Gyuri could only give him part of the truth.

“Yeah,” was the only thing she could say without divulging other extraneous information.

“What’d the dumbass do this time?” Hongjoong seemed ready to apologize on his behalf, his eyes lit passionately as his face displayed an angry smile.

“Okay, I’ll tell you, but you have to promise to not tell anyone,” Gyuri gave in to the pressure of his gaze.

“I promise. What did he do?”

“He…”

“Yeah?”

“He, uh…”

“Say it.”

“Seonghwa…”

“For the love of God, woman, tell me!”

Gyuri brought her voice down but finally said, “Seonghwa kissed me and told me he’s liked me since high school.”

Hongjoong’s jaw dropped, and he nearly spilt the tea Gyuri handed him. “Huh— Wha— Wh— Huh?!”

Gyuri nodded softly, then turned her attention back to the backyard. She bit her tongue in attempt to not think about the way Seonghwa looked at her that day, but she felt the ghost of his lips on hers, which made tears well up in her eyes. Hongjoong noticed this and put his arm around the girl’s shoulders. “I can’t believe he did that…”

The two scooted the tiniest bit closer together. Gyuri rested her head on Hongjoong’s shoulder as Hongjoong rubbed Gyuri’s arm. The sun was starting to set as they silently sat on the deck of Gyuri’s mother’s house listening to the sounds of nature slowly fade.

At some point, it got a little too cold outside, and Gyuri’s mother told the two to come back inside. When they returned inside, Gyuri decided to lounge in the living room while Hongjoong went into the kitchen to help her mother.

“Hongjoong, it’s okay! You’re a guest. Please, sit with Gyuri and relax,” Gyuri’s mother told Hongjoong as he began to scrub the dishes in the sink.

“No, ma’am. I’m an uninvited guest, so I want to compensate for it.”

“Hongjoong, dear. You can call me mom or mother. Ma’am feels too formal.”

“I—” Hongjoong looked away shyly. “I’ll try…”

Seeing Hongjoong super meticulous in the kitchen made Gyuri’s mother’s heart swell up. Since he insisted on helping her as much as he could, Gyuri’s mother gave him small little prep tasks. Gyuri ended up entering the kitchen wondering what on Earth happened to her friend.

“Oh, Gyuri, perfect. Could you help me out with these food scraps?” Her mother asked.

Gyuri nodded and helped her mother carry the food scraps to their yard— they used the food scraps to fertilize the garden. After dropping off the bags, Gyuri’s mother held her daughter’s arm to keep her from going any further.

“What is it?”

“That friend of yours, Hongjoong, right? It would be so nice if he could be my son-in-law,” Gyuri’s mother said bashfully.

“Ma! What the heck!”

Gyuri shook her mother off her and quickly returned to the house, her mother trailing behind her and laughing.

“He’s such a sweet boy, daughter!” Her mother said as they both reentered the kitchen.

“Huh?” Hongjoong, upon hearing the word boy, looked up to see the two Hwang’s back in the kitchen.

“Hongjoong, I wish I had you as a son,” Gyuri’s mother said completely honestly.

Hongjoong’s face flushed. He mumbled a shy thank you and finished the rest of the dishes with a small smile on his face.

“Are you saying that you would rather have Hongjoong than me?” Gyuri asked her mother with her arms crossed over her chest.

“No, dear. I’m saying that I want him as a son and you as a daughter.”

“Yeah right!”

Hongjoong couldn’t help but laugh as he saw Gyuri and her mother bicker.

When dinner was finally done, the three of them ate together, and Gyuri’s mother made sure Hongjoong eat until he was so stuffed he couldn’t move.

“Let me get some strawberries for you both to eat,” Gyuri’s mother told the two as she cleared the dining table.

“Oh, no, Ms. Hwang. I’m so stuffed,” Hongjoong held back a burp.

“Didn’t I tell you to call me mom? And nonsense! A growing boy like you needs to eat more!”

“I really couldn’t—” Hongjoong cut himself off the second Gyuri’s mother put cut strawberries on the table.

Gyuri couldn’t help but snicker as Hongjoong’s eyes sparkled upon seeing the bright red strawberries laid out in front of him. He hesitantly picked one up, bit into it, and immediately sank into his chair in pure bliss. Gyuri’s mother had the greenest of thumbs, so Gyuri knew exactly how Hongjoong would react to her mother’s harvest from this winter.

“Oh, Ma, could you give me a couple jars of strawberry jam?” Gyuri asked her mother as Hongjoong proceeded to inhale all the strawberries in front of the two.

“Of course! I still have that spicy peach jam for you, too,” Gyuri’s mother beamed. “What about you, Hongjoong dear? Do you want to take some jam back with you to the city?”

“Yes, please!”

Gyuri’s mother laughed before retreating to the kitchen. Hongjoong turned to Gyuri and said, “Gyu, I can’t move. I’m so stuffed. How am I going to get home?”

“Just spend the night. I’ll come back to campus with you tomorrow morning.”

“No, it’s okay! I—”

“Nope, you’re staying here tonight. We don’t want to risk you falling asleep on the train. Otherwise you’ll probably be riding the rails for a while,” Gyuri’s mother called out from the kitchen.

On that note, Hongjoong stayed at the Hwang residence overnight. He and Gyuri passed out on the ground of the living room, Gyuri sprawled out like a starfish and Hongjoong resting his head on her back. They looked like a couple of toddlers during nap time after spending the whole day running around. Gyuri’s mother covered the two with blankets as they slept peacefully and happily.

The next morning, Gyuri and Hongjoong departed with Gyuri’s suitcase and a big basket filled with jams, preservatives, and other various edible items all made from the fruits of the Hwang Garden. They ended up spending the entire trip back to the city either sleeping or eating.

When they got back to 1024UB, Gyuri pulled Hongjoong into her apartment and sat him down in the dining room to say, “I need you to keep a tight, heavy lid on the fact that I’m back.”

“Do you hate us that much?”

“What? No! I just need time to figure out the Seonghwa bullshit,” Gyuri’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Relax, I’m kidding. I won’t tell anyone anything,” Hongjoong said sincerely.

If it were anyone else in the group, Gyuri would have been a little more skeptical, but Hongjoong proved himself by not disclosing her crush on Seonghwa to anyone, so she trusted him.

After Hongjoong left the apartment, Iseul came home. She saw Gyuri in the kitchen putting the jars of jam and preservatives away and screamed as if she saw a ghost.

“What the fuck?! You scared me!” Gyuri exclaimed as she almost dropped one of the jars.

“That’s what I’m supposed to say! Where the hell did you go?” Iseul stormed up to the girl and grabbed her shoulders, shaking her back and forth as she said, “We thought you died or something! Why did you leave your phone in your room? Why didn’t you tell anyone where you went? Fuck that, why didn’t you say anything to me! I’m your roommate for crying out loud! I was so goddamn worried!”

“Sorry, I just… I needed a moment to breathe. I went to visit my mom and let my mind go blank,” Gyuri apologized. “I swear, I’m not mad at anyone.”

“Well, I’d check the group chat if I were you. Wooyoung, Mingi, and Yunho have been freaking out the most.”

With that, Iseul retreated to her room to put her belongings away. Gyuri went to her room as well and picked up her phone where she had left it charging to see a few hundred missed calls from literally everyone in the group except two people: San and Seonghwa. She felt her heart drop. Even in the group chat, those two were pretty quiet. What was she expecting, though?

After catching up on the infinite amount of texts, Gyuri sent a quick text to the group chat saying that she was okay before putting her phone away again. Iseul knocked on Gyuri’s bedroom door as soon as Gyuri’s message delivered. The two girls sat on Gyuri’s bed.

“That’s it? You’re not going to tell anyone you’re back?” Iseul asked.

“No. I still need more time.”

“What even happened anyway? Talk to me.”

“Every time I thought about either of them, my mind went spiraling, and I couldn’t handle it. I think I threw up a couple times because the world was moving too fast.”

“Damn.”

“I know.”

A brief moment of silence settled between the two. Gyuri suppressed a developing sigh. Iseul ended up leaving her room, and before Gyuri could even consider closing her bedroom door, her roommate returned with two bottles of soju. Iseul thrust one of the bottles into her hand and quickly removed the cap, prompting her to do the same. They clinked their bottles and started drinking.

Their drinking party at some point moved to the living room, and a very drunk Gyuri started talking about the things that would usually make sober her cry. “I shouldn’t have let Seonghwa take me to the exhibit.”

“You wanted to see that exhibit the second they announced it! It’s not your fault.”

“Yes, but I feel so cheap… Like he’s trying to buy my affection. I know he’s not, but God, I’m just so angry at him for dating that bitch and then trying to blame her for mistreating me. She may have been the evil one, but he still consciously said all those things. I’ll always resent him for that.”

“So then don’t bother with him! I don’t see why this includes your avoidance of San.”

“Because no matter how much I resent Seonghwa, I still have feelings for him.”

“Fuck… Gyu, this is so fucked.”

“I know.”

Gyuri finished her nearly empty soju bottle and opened a new one. As she started drinking from the new one, Iseul asked, “Did you like the kiss?” causing Gyuri to choke on her alcohol.

“I… wait… uh…” after recovering from the alcohol burning her throat, she tried to get her thoughts coherent. “It was… warm.”

“But did you like it?”

“I don’t know. Like, it was a good kiss, and I liked the feeling, but I hated it at the same time. I can’t even remember thinking about anything. All I know is that… The part of me that still has feelings for him was going crazy.”

“Jesus Christ…”

“I know. When San asked me if I still liked Seonghwa, I couldn’t lie to him, and remembering how upset my answer made him made me upset all over again. I’m serious, Iseul. I don’t want to like Seonghwa, and I don’t want to hurt San in the process. He deserves better.”

There was still at least half of the soju left in Gyuri’s bottle, so she finished it. She put the empty bottle on the coffee table and rested her head on the table. Iseul, meanwhile, was taking a little time to process everything Gyuri just told her. “So, then, who are you going to choose? Are you… Are you thinking of ending things with both of them?”

Gyuri did not respond. The second her head touched the wood on the coffee table, she was out like a light. There was no way Iseul was going to get an answer from her drunk roommate.

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❧ title: happy endings, new beginnings

❧ pairing: d. sawamura x f!reader x k. sugawara

❧ wc: 4.9k

❧ notes: whew. idk if y'all are ready for this. idk if I'M ready for this but it has led to my decision that i'm now in a polyship with daichi and suga. this is my first time writing mxm so i welcome constructive criticism (please, do be gentle). also my first time writing smut for suga (i hope i did him justice).

❧ warnings: nsfw. mdni. m/f/m threesome. breakup (mention). filthy, nasty, dirty smut. dick slip. oral (m/f). suga is a pretty, bisexual menace. multiple snowballs. anal (m/m), including anal virginity loss. fingering (vaginal, anal). daddy kink. Daddy/babyboy dynamic. squirting. ass eating. cum eating. eating cum out of asses. prostate milking. he gets a creampie, you get a creampie, everybody gets a creampie. so much cum.

this is my final piece for my 31 days of daichi event, 2022. i hope i've done my king daddy proud. happy 28th birthday to my magnanimous, independent, chivalrous, caring, responsible, stable, thicc, dependable, patient gentleman of a husband who makes my thighs moist and my heart go doki doki.💓💓 wishing everyone much love and prosperity in 2023. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY DEAREST DAICHI! 💋 I LOVE YOU ENDLESSLY! ∞

Daichi stares at the spa day pass in his hand. It taunts and reminds him that he finds himself single mere days before his 28th birthday. He had bought the gift certificate for his girlfriend - correction: ex-girlfriend - for Christmas, but she broke up with him the week before the holiday. Two weeks before his birthday. He’d been debating with himself over what he should do with it now that she was gone. Should he give it to one of his sisters? No, that wouldn’t be fair unless he could give one to each of them. He could give it to his mother…

He bangs his indignant fist on the table with the greatest idea of all. “I’ll keep it and treat myself for my birthday!” he says aloud. “I deserve it!”

He opens the pamphlet to peruse the various services, flipping ahead to the section of men’s treatment packages. One of them in particular offers the four-hands massage:

“Your body will thank you for asking for four hands to help you reach total and absolute relaxation. Consider this tandem massage after a move, a stressful week at work, or exhaustion from kids and housework.”

Or a shitty breakup, Daichi thinks.

With his mind made up, he picks up his phone and dials the number on the voucher. He’s pleasantly surprised to learn they will be open on New Year's Eve - his birthday. Less than two minutes later, his spa visit is scheduled.

To say Daichi is relaxed after getting a Himalayan salt foot bath, a manli-pedi, a green tea exfoliating mask, and a Reiki session is a staggering understatement.

You and your massage partner in crime, Sugawara, had seen the man between treatments - he was tall, dark, and handsome… "and probably cishet,” Suga had lamented with a huff.

You put your hand on Suga’s lower back to guide him towards the private massage room the two of you work in. “Oh, come on, Suga. No sulking. There’s a little fruit in everyone’s basket, y’know?”

“I guess…” he pouts.

When you enter the room, you find Daichi Sawamura already undressed and lying on his stomach with a plush towel draped across his butt and hips.

Being the more tenured massage therapist, you give Mr. Sawamura - who interrupts to insist he be addressed by his first name - a quick rundown of what to expect during the treatment. After getting the go-ahead from him, you and your partner take turns pumping heated massage oil into the palms of your hands and rubbing them together before getting started.

You and Suga work in lockstep on either side of Daichi’s spine, starting with his lower back and gradually working your way up with synchronized hands, digging and pushing and kneading in a perfectly matched rhythm. Your work is slow, as it should be. A good massage therapist knows there are no quick, sudden movements in this line of work.

The way Daichi grunts and groans as his back and shoulder muscles bulge and roll under the slick pads of your thumbs is beginning to make you wet. You can only imagine how hard Suga must be getting. The two of you work through the muscles of his neck, biceps, forearms, all the way down to his fingertips. With his top half done, you set to work on his legs, starting with his thick hamstrings.

You and Suga hazard a glance at each other, knowing just what the other is thinking before continuing down to his calves, ankles, and feet.

You both massage all the way down to the tips of his toes before you softly instruct him to turn over onto his back while you and Suga lift the modesty towel. He knows he shouldn’t, but Suga’s curiosity gets the best of him.

He sneaks a peek.

You know you should give him a chastising look and pinch his arm, but when you see how big his eyes get, yours widen as well.

Sure enough, with your client comfortably on his back you lower the towel back down, but the damn thing is tented. As a professional, you know you’re supposed to ignore it, no matter how hard or difficult it may be. But you can’t not look. Not when his caramel cock has lifted the white towel enough to render the ridged underside of his erection and his big, hairy balls clearly visible. Perhaps your client is too relaxed to notice, but you and Suga are smirking profusely at each other as he licks his pretty lips.

Suga’s arm accidentally brushes over the head of Daichi’s cock, catching it just enough to make the man’s knuckles go white as he grips the sides of the massage table. You each work your hands further up his thighs, his closed eyelids crinkling as all four thumbs knead the sensitive flesh the whole way up. The soft towel lurches towards Daichi’s thick black happy trail when his heavy cock bounces, his lips parting to release a heady sigh. You and Suga keep going until your thumbs graze his low-hanging balls, prepared to apologize for the “mistake” if he protests. But instead, Daichi spreads his legs a little further apart. You look up to see Suga’s eyebrows lifted up almost to his hairline and his lips in the shape of a tiny ‘o’.

After checking to ensure your client’s eyes are still closed, you stick your tongue out and flick it at Suga, arching a single eyebrow as if daring him to dare you. He bites his lip and nods as a devious grin creeps across his delicate features, his own cock throbbing as it presses against the cushiony edge of the massage table.

You’d never done anything like this with Suga, but the two of you had talked about it. You’d made out with each other a few times, and maybe fooled around in the supply closet once or five times, but it was enough to know that sharing this beefy man would be just…

You have to stop yourself from thinking like that, but your hands tell the truth as you work your thumbs up up up, massaging the creases of Daichi’s legs, taking the towel further up as they go. His cock twitches and you notice a wet spot forming in the soft cotton, still barely covering the tip.

Daichi releases a long, deep groan. “Just how far does this massage go?” he asks with his eyes still closed and a smirk tugging at his lips.

You wink at Suga.

“As far as you want it to go, Mr. Sawamura,” the grey-haired male says. What balls he has.

“Keep going,” your client croaks. He feels Suga’s hands stop and begin to lift. “Both of you,” he clarifies.

Neither you nor Suga have to be told twice. You cup his large balls in your hand, rolling them around together as their owner hisses. His thick fingers dig deeper into the plush of the massage table. His left hand brushes against Suga’s erection, making him gasp and both of their cocks jump.

As your left hand massages Daichi’s testicles, your right hand wraps around the man’s thick, hot shaft.

“Fuck,” he sighs.

You begin to stroke him and after a few passes, the white towel finally falls off his dick and onto his lower belly. As if sharing the same slutty brain cell, you and Suga think the same thing at the same time:

Oops.

You lean down and drag your flattened tongue along the underside of Daichi’s cock, moaning against his length when he brushes two fingers between your clothed lips. The growl was to be expected, but the way the man’s hands leave the bed to touch you and your work crush is rather bold. Daichi has never touched another man’s dick before, but damned if he doesn’t reach over and squeeze the head of Suga’s hard cock through his shorts.

All three of you are panting, precum leaking from each of you when you lean down and lick the clear liquid from Daichi’s heavy cock. He gives an encouraging hum, flexing his ass to needily rub himself against your tongue, which you reward with a swirl of your wet muscle around his sensitive cockhead.

“Fuck yeah,” Daichi breathes as you wrap your lips around his bulbous tip and begin bobbing down his length. He opens his eyes when you pop your wet lips off him only to feel his cock throb in your fist when you kiss Suga, sharing the flavor of Daichi’s salty pre.

Suga moans into your mouth as your tongues curl around each other. Pulling away and slurring with lust, your partner says, “Mmm…fuck, he tastes so good.”

Daichi’s never had his dick sucked by a guy before, but he’s so turned on it almost hurts and he’d love nothing more than to feel this pretty boy’s pretty lips around his manly girth. He gives Suga’s hard cock another squeeze and says in his deep voice, “You wanna suck my cock?”

Suga nods emphatically with a quick “mhmm”, and Daichi takes his hand, positioning it around his veiny shaft.

“Go ahead, then. Show me what you can do.”

Suga wastes no time at all, giving the other man a few slow pumps of his fist before kissing the fat tip of his dick. Daichi’s eyes roll shut when Suga takes him inside his wet mouth and starts sucking, slowly at first. Within seconds, the bisexual male is slurping and choking loudly on Daichi’s dick while he strokes Suga’s dick through his shorts. You can make out the distinct outline of your colleague’s cockhead, biting your lip when his precum soaks through the sky blue polyester right before your very eyes.

You bring your mouth closer and lift Daichi’s heavy balls to your mouth as Suga releases him to kiss you with a moan.

“Shit, that’s hot,” Daichi whispers as your and Suga’s tongues swirl together, saliva and pre dripping from your chins.

You and your colleague take turns slurping and sucking, choking and gagging on your client’s fat dick while your hands play with his tightening balls.

“Ohfuck, gonna cum…” Daichi gasps.

You and your blow job partner open your mouths as thick globs of warm semen coat your lips and tongues. Your client watches in awe as two professionals roll their tongues together, swapping mouthfuls of his cum. Suga pushes your tank top down, letting one of your tits pop out to play with your nipple.

After licking one another’s lips clean, you join Suga on his side of the massage table and slip your hand inside his waistband. He leans down and flicks his tongue, soft as a feather, over your nipple as you jerk him off inside his shorts. Daichi watches the two of you, getting hard again in no time as he slips his hand inside your shorts and starts playing with your slick clit while swallowing your gasp with a hard kiss.

Making your way over to the room’s white leather couch, you watch as Daichi reaches inside Suga’s cute little shorts and finds his erection, drawing a moan from him when he wraps his big hand around his long shaft. Daichi’s darker complexion contrasts beautifully with Suga’s fairer skin, his larger hand pulling Suga’s cock out to stroke him as their lips meet in Daichi’s first ever boy kiss.

You take Suga’s cock from Daichi’s hand, giving him a couple more pumps before taking him into your hot mouth, making him whine in Daichi’s mouth as the boys’ makeout session becomes more heated.

Daichi is fucking Suga’s fist when he breaks their kiss and brushes his coarse thumb over the male’s beauty mark.

“I’ve never done any of this with a guy before, but you’re just so fucking pretty…”

Suga gasps when Daichi’s lips latch onto his neck at the same time his throbbing cock hits the back of your throat. “Oh god, I’m so close…”

You squeeze Daichi’s thick thigh, getting his attention. “Why don’t you finish him?” you say, licking your chin.

Daichi wastes no time dropping to his knees and cupping Suga’s hairless balls. “I’d love to.”

“He’s got a pretty cock, doesn’t he?” you say, passing it to the questionably straight man.

“Fuck yeah, he does,” Daichi agrees, taking Suga’s edged cock into his large hand before looking up at him to see him blushing and trying to hide his sweet smile behind the back of his hand. Daichi grins up at the fairer male and says, “Well aren’t you a bashful cutie?”

You let out a low laugh. “Don’t let him fool you,” you say to Daichi while meeting Suga’s gaze, knowing all too well the familiar flash of mischief in those brown-hazel eyes.

Suga reaches for you, pulling you closer to bring his fingers to your aching clit, tickling it before pushing his middle finger inside you, knuckle deep. With a quirk of his eyebrow and a smug little smile, Suga shushes you. “Don’t tell my secrets, y/n,” he murmurs.

“Oh babyboy, please,” you tease in his ear, “it’s not a secret.”

For the first time ever, Daichi opens his mouth to let another man’s cock glide between his lips, but he knows exactly what to do. He easily takes Suga all the way back to his throat, hands groping his ass cheeks, pulling them apart and squeezing them as he sucks him hard. Suga slips another finger inside to fuck your pussy. You whine into Suga’s mouth as Daichi stretches his middle finger around a bit, pressing it hard against Suga’s hole.

“Uhhhfuhhh…” Suga’s voice is muffled by yours as you drink his moans and whimpers down when he cums hard in Daichi’s mouth. Daichi is no stranger to the taste of his own cum, but Suga’s flavor is saltier. Never had he imagined he’d find himself on his knees drinking down another man’s cum, but the way Suga’s cock jerks in his mouth makes Daichi’s twitch back to life.

Suga pulls his fingers out of your dripping pussy and pushes them past Daichi’s lips, who closes his eyes and groans at the taste of your nectar as he sucks it off the other man’s digits.

“Fuck,” he says, pulling you down to lean back on the couch, “wanna fuck this pussy so bad.”

You moan into Daichi’s mouth as he spreads your legs open to kneel between them. “God, yes, wanna feel that fat dick inside me.”

Daichi lines himself up and presses the thick head of his cock into your drooling hole. With one knee on the couch and the other foot planted on the floor, the man spreads your legs wider to watch his length slowly disappear between your smooth pussy lips while you both groan at the exquisite pressure. He can already feel your walls fluttering around him at the same time Suga starts massaging his flexing ass. Daichi fucks you slow and deep, enjoying the sensation of Suga working his fingers closer to his virgin asshole.

“Mmfuck, yeahhh…play with my ass, Suga.”

“Have you ever had anal before?” Suga asks, his sweet voice making Daichi’s cock twitch inside you.

“N-no, but I think I wanna try…” He looks over his shoulder at the smaller male with a devilish grin. “...with you.”

Suga responds with a grin of his own before situating himself behind Daichi, squeezing and separating his ass cheeks before bringing his mouth closer. Pressing his lips into a kiss, Suga lets his spit drip onto Daichi’s virgin hole, making it pucker against the tip of his tongue.

“Oh god…” Daichi moans.

“Wow, so responsive,” Suga teases, “I’ve barely touched you.”

But Daichi was in no mood for teasing. “Keep going…please.”

Suga obliges the man and begins tonguing his asshole again, alternating between soft, feathery flicks meant to tease and prodding at it with the hard, pointed tip of his slithering tongue.

Dipping his middle finger into his own mouth, Suga collects a copious amount of saliva before spreading Daichi apart enough to press his fingertip to his hole. With his cock buried deep inside you, Daichi’s hips still when he feels the pressure of Suga’s finger entering his hole.

“Mm so fucking tight,” Suga mutters, licking his lips.

“Shhhhit…oh fuck that feels good,” Daichi pants, squeezing his eyes shut as he begins to move inside you again.

He pushes your legs back, angling you so his throbbing tip bumps up against your g-spot while Suga fingers his ass, angling his wrist to find Daichi’s prostate. He knows he strikes gold when Daichi instantly throws his head back in an open-mouthed moan and starts chanting over and over that he’s going to cum. Daichi’s thrusts are slow and hard as Suga milks him and it’s just the right speed and intensity to have you clenching.

“Ohgod, you’re making me cum with your fat cock, Daichi…” you gasp as he fills your pussy with his hot, sticky semen.

“Fuck, now it’s my turn,” Suga groans, slowly pulling his finger out of Daichi and wiping it off on a nearby towel.

Seeing the creampie the other male left behind, now dripping from your winking hole, Suga takes his own dick in his hand.

“God, y/n, wanna fuck his cum back inside you.”

“Fuck, yes, Suga. Wan’you to fuck me,” you whimper, reaching for him as he nestles his hips between your sticky thighs.

Suga guides his leaking cockhead to your primed cunt and in one slow thrust, buries his entire length as you both moan together. Watching the two of you fuck makes all the blood in Daichi’s head rush straight to his spent dick. He strokes his semi-soft cock, slowly getting hard again as strings of his cum stretch along the length of Suga’s dick while he fucks you in long, deep thrusts. The pretty pink tip of his cock peeks out from between your swollen pussy lips with every retreat. Daichi moves closer to Suga and begins to play with his ass as he pumps his cock inside you.

“Oh shit yes-” Suga sighs.

The bigger male pumps a bit of the silicone-based massage oil onto his fingers, rubbing the tips together before bringing them to Suga’s cute butt again. He spreads his cheeks to find him completely smooth and hairless, a pretty pink asshole winking with need. Remembering Suga’s movements when he fingered Daichi, he rubs his fingertips along his crack before circling around Suga’s hole. Following the pretty boy’s cues, he begins to push his thick middle fingertip inside, making Suga whine for more.

“I take it you’ve done anal before?”

Suga snickers through the pleasure. “More times than I can count. Now push your finger all the way inohhhhfuckyesjustlikethat…”

“Mmm,” you moan, tits bouncing as Suga’s hips slap against your wet skin. “Fuck, Suga, you look so pretty with Daichi’s finger in your ass.”

When Daichi adds a second finger, Suga’s thrusting all but stops. “Damn, such a sexy thing, taking my fingers like this, pretty boy.”

“Mmgodyes, Daichi…” Suga looks over his shoulder at him, his hazel eyes glazed with lust. “I’d look even sexier with your cock inside me,” he says with a daring wink.

His eyes widening and lips parting, Daichi asks, “Y-you mean…? Can I fuck you?”

Suga has to lick the drool back into his mouth when his gaze falls to Daichi’s thick cock. “I really wish you would. I’ve wanted that anaconda in my ass from the moment I first saw you.”

Daichi smiles with a blush and Suga just can’t pass up the opportunity. “Well, aren’t you just a bashful cutie?” he says to the beefier man.

You chuckle as you reach for Suga’s face, whining for him to kiss you.

Daichi’s eyes darken as a menacing grin spreads over his handsome face. He reaches for the massage oil again, taking two pumps of the slippery lube in his hand before coating his drooling cock with it. With one hand holding his dick, he uses the other to smack Suga’s ass hard, making him cry out. Suga buries his cock all the way inside you and spreads his thighs further open, presenting himself to Daichi.

Daichi guides the tip of his erection to Suga’s cute little hole and pushes against it, watching wide-eyed as his cock slowly sinks inside. “Ohgoddamn, that is so fucking tight,” he groans, eyes beginning to water.

Suga hisses a string of curses, biting down on your shoulder as you rub his back, cooing to him about how well he’s taking Daichi’s fat cock.

“Oh god,” he whimpers, “that’s the best stretch I’ve felt in my life!”

Daichi’s thrusts are slow at first, giving both of them a moment to adjust. But Suga has no need for that.

“Mm fuck me, Daichi.”

The dark-haired man lets out a ragged breath and slams his hips hard against Suga’s cute butt, making both of you cry out. Daichi is mesmerized by the thick vein on top of his own shaft as it moves beneath his skin while he pumps faster, in and out of Suga’s smooth asshole.

You all find your stride and the room is filled with loud, wet slaps of skin and breathless moans and praises about how good you’re all making each other feel. Daichi’s large balls swing and slap against Suga’s as he fucks him into you, forcing the head of the smaller male’s throbbing cock against your sweet spot with every powerful throw of his hips. Suga swears he can feel Daichi in his throat, and when his large hand comes down hard and Suga feels the sharp sting on his right ass cheek, he clenches and sets off a chain reaction.

“Oh fuck yes, spank me, Daddy!” Suga pleads.

Daichi has to bite back his orgasm when the man he’s fucking calls him ‘Daddy’. Gritting his teeth, he lands another hard spank to Suga’s ass, watching as welts begin to bloom on his milky white skin to match the color of his tight little asshole.

“Shit, that’s it, baby. Take your Daddy’s fat cock like a good boy,” Daichi grunts with a particularly hard thrust.

“Ohfuckyes, I’m gonna cum!” you cry.

“Fuck us harder, Daddy!” Suga begs.

Daichi plows his cock harder and faster into the pretty boy’s asshole, and it’s all he can do to keep from busting his own nut when Suga begins to spasm around him.

Daichi’s thick cockhead prodding his prostate, coupled with your walls clenching around his throbbing cock when you cum on him is just too much for Suga to bear.

“Shit yes, y/n! Gonna cum with y- ohhgodI’mfuckingcumming!” he cries, his white hot cum squirting against your gummy walls as you fall apart on his cock.

Daichi’s big hands are squeezing Suga’s ass for dear life and, with a final thrust, he presses his hairy balls tightly against Suga’s as they spasm together.

“Oh fuck…ohhshhhhit…” Daichi whimpers when the first jet of his nut splashes against Suga’s insides, his cock jerking with every subsequent release of his seed. He fully spends himself, filling the boy’s pretty ass up until the thick white cream begins to leak from his winking rim to drip between their ballsacs.

One at a time, the men pull out slowly as your and Suga’s creampies begin to ooze from your pink holes. The fairer male bends down to eat his cum from your pussy, moaning weakly as Daichi licks and sucks his asshole clean.

Daichi stops and pulls Suga to him, their soft cocks rubbing together as they kiss and swap each other’s semen on their tongues. They both reach for you, pulling you into their arms as the three of you bring your mouths together for a hot mess of wet lips and cum-coated, tangling tongues.

Your client looks at you, his eyes dark and drunk with lust, and licks his lips. “I’ve been teased twice now with your flavor. It’s my turn to devour that pussy.”

Leaning forward to lay you back down, Daichi hovers over you and blazes a netherly trail down your neck, tits, and belly with his lips and tongue. He smooths his big, calloused hands between your inner thighs, spreading them further open. With a pussy-drunk smile on his face, Suga watches as Daichi teases your clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Isn’t she delicious?” Suga whispers, his fingers playing at Daichi’s asshole, making him hum against your cunt.

Traces of Suga’s cum leak out around Daichi’s fingers as he slowly works them inside you. After eagerly licking up the sticky substance, he kisses your puffy clit and moans, “Fuck yeah, especially with the taste of your cum inside her.”

You thread your fingers through Daichi’s short brown hair when he latches onto your clit and starts sucking while fucking your pussy with his thick fingers.

“Ohh Daichi…fuck yes, you eat that pussy so good,” you keen.

The vibration of the deep moan against your clit is exquisite when Suga reaches between Daichi’s legs and starts stroking his semi as he pushes his middle finger in his ass.

“Shit, Suga. I wa- …mmm… want you to fuck me. Wanna feel your cock inside me.”

“Whatever you want, Daddy…” A victorious grin graces Suga’s pretty features as he drips warm oil onto Daichi’s asshole before stroking the lube around his own cock.

Suga positions himself behind Daichi and rubs the head of his cock along the man’s asscrack before pushing against his dark-skinned hole. But Daichi clenches with a hiss.

“Don’t worry, Daddy,” Suga coos as he massages the man’s cheek. “I know you’re a virgin, but you’re gonna have to relax. I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Daichi nods and takes a deep breath, releasing it slowly as Suga pushes his pretty pink tip through the man’s tight rim.

“That’s it, deep breaths,” Suga sighs as he works himself a little deeper.

“Ohhfuuuuck,” Daichi groans, eyes fluttering shut.

“Does my cock feel good, Daddy?” Suga asks with a smirk.

“It hurts a little, but god…the pressure is fucking amazi- mmmmfuckyes,” he hisses as Suga slowly pushes his dick even deeper inside his quivering asshole.

After a couple more gentle pushes, Suga stops and holds himself still. “Mm that’s it…my cock’s all the way in now, Daddy.”

Daichi relaxes a little more, loving the feeling of being stuffed full with Suga’s dick. He sighs and moans around your clit as he starts eating you out with more fervor. Suga retreats just the slightest bit, and Daichi takes a deep breath.

“Good. Keep bearing down on my cock, just like that.”

He starts with small, shallow thrusts but it doesn’t take long before Daichi’s gasping, “More…ohgod, Suga.”

The grey-haired male’s mouth falls open as he eases into a slow rhythm, the feeling of Daichi’s virgin asshole so tight around his hard cock as it drags along his soft, slippery walls.

“Damn -nnmhmm- your ass feels so fucking good around my dick, Daddy,” Suga sighs.

“Ohshityes, babyboy, fuck me!”

Suga thrusts harder, faster, deeper inside Daichi’s deflowered hole as the deep moans and grunts of two men fucking fill the room.

Your pussy is squishing around Daichi’s fingers as he does his best to tug on your special spot and eat your cunt while taking a cock up his ass for the first time. You’re so close - fucked out legs trembling on either side of Daichi’s head, your walls closing in tighter around his digits as he fucks you harder with them, matching the intensity and tempo of Suga’s thrusts.

“Dai- fuck! Ohgod…I’m gonna cum!” you cry as your orgasm rips you apart and you squirt in his mouth.

The splash of your cum against his tongue, the bullying of Suga’s cockhead against his p-spot, the thumping of his own swollen tip against his abdomen - it all culminates as the coil at the base of Daichi’s spine winds tighter and tighter. Daichi releases your spent pussy and begins throwing his ass back against Suga as the familiar ache deepens in his swinging balls.

“Mmm…” Suga slurs, “...you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”

“Oh fuck yes,” Daichi gasps, his eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open.

“Come on,” Suga growls as his narrow hips clap hard against Daichi’s muscular ass, “...cum on my cock, Daddy.”

With Daichi’s head thrown back, his bouncing cock slings his hot seed over your pussy and inner thighs, whimpering uncontrollably as Suga fucks his cum out of him.

“Fuck, that’s it, just like that. God, I’m gonna cum inside your tight ass, Daddy,” Suga grunts as his silky smooth balls drag against Daichi’s hairy ones, fucking his own sticky load into the man’s ass.

“Fuck, y/n,” Suga pants, “come eat this creampie.”

You bite your lip and join him behind Daichi’s trembling legs, watching as Suga’s twitching cock slides out slowly. When his tip finally pops out, you’re ready, tongue lapping up his warm cum as it seeps out of Daichi’s puckering asshole.

With his elbows on the seat of the couch and his head in his hands, quiet whimpers are still falling from Daichi’s lips as the three of you collapse into a pile of fucked-out bodies.

Daichi walks out of the spa that afternoon with a smile on his face and a little extra pep in his step. On his drive home to get ready for his date with his two favorite massage therapists, a satisfied grin spreads across his handsome face as he says to himself,

“Happy fucking birthday to me!”

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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 10

Summary: Time with the Everett’s

Pairings: Curtis X Reader, Curtis X Steve

Rating: mature

Warnings: explicit language, mentions of a car crash, mentions of mental health, unhealthy sex talk, depictions of depression, arson, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.1K

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*Dividers by @firefly-graphics

“Here, sweetie,” Curtis’ mom leans over you offering some tea. “Drink it, I promise, it’s good,” groggily you sit up from the couch. Almost forgetting you were here, and one look over at the chair Curtis had been sitting on, you realize now, you’re alone.

“He had some business to attend to,” she answers quickly. Giving you a smile when you stretch out. Sore in ways you never thought you would be. “I heard about your father. Curtis said he was difficult.”

“That’s news. Everyone keeps telling me about what a good man he was.”

“Hmm,” she pushes a tray of waffles, fruit and bacon towards you. “Help yourself.”

You are in fact starving, can’t even remember when you last ate. You load down a plate and settle back on the couch, thanking the woman.

“Curtis tells me he was a fierce leader, but a terrible father.”

“Curtis says a lot.”

“Tara. That’s my name.”

“When is he coming back?” her waffles were amazing, and you can’t help but to stuff another large bite in your mouth.

“Dinner time I suppose. His father is out of town helping my other son move in. Curtis and him don’t get along. You know. You remind me of my daughter,” you swallow a big bite and smile. “She let a toxic love get the best of her. They got in a car wreck, my baby girl…she’s not suffering from him anymore.”

“It’s not toxic.”

“Maybe because you’re the toxic one? I heard enough. Tell me about Ari,” you drink a bit of your tea, shrugging your shoulders. “Do you love him?”

“No. I can’t love. It’s broken,” standing up, she joins you on the couch, making her own plate.

“Losing a daughter doesn’t make that part of you broken. I still love my sons so much. Proud of them in different ways. Hayden is following in his dad’s footsteps. Curtis is carving his own path. But he’s empathetic, compassionate, jovial, even if you don’t see that giggly side of him. When Jessie died, I thought my world had ended. She was this bright sunny thing. Always laughing and smiling. Always getting her brothers into their own round of giggles. She loved them. Little sister to one, big sister to the other. I watched her light fade dimmer everyday she was with that man. The same light Curtis saw in you, but she let hers flicker out. With the right lighter, the flame can burn bright again.”

“I told you, I can’t love.”

“Why does a man have to bring you happiness?” you cut your eyes over at her, your vision going blurry, and you’re unsure what was bringing on these tears. “In order to love someone else, we have to love ourselves. We have to forgive ourselves, because life is about mistakes. You just have to start learning from those mistakes. Have you ever been in love?”

You nod your head at her, meekly saying yeah. “Tell me about him. What was his name?”

“Everyone calls him Bucky. I call him JB.”

“What made you fall in love?”

You stare out into the distance remembering when you saw Bucky for the attractive man he was. “He saw me. He paid attention to me. I’d fall, and he’d run to help me up. I was missing from the club, and he’d go searching for me. Not because someone told him to, but because he missed me. He taught me how to ride a motorcycle, when my dad told me I was too pretty to ride. With JB there was just me.”

“What happened?”

You take another drink of tea when you feel your throat closing in on itself. Your chest heating up and tight. “I asked him to teach me other things.”

“The sexual kind?”

“Yeah. He was my first. He’s my brother’s best friend, so it was forbidden. We built us this shack in the woods. It didn’t have much, just a mattress. But it was our own. He taught me everything. You know, accidents happen. And I ended up pregnant. Long story short…our baby didn’t make it.”

“You wanted the baby?” her hand drifts to your thigh, and shocking yourself, you lean over on her shoulder.

“I always wanted to be a mom. I never really had one. We were gonna have a girl. She was beautiful. Perfect. I just wanted my daughter to have the life I didn’t have. And JB, he was too scared to say anything. Had excuses on when we should tell my family, and then…it didn’t matter. He held me in our shack, and I cried all night. Into the day, and then it hit me, that he never was going to come clean. He didn’t want what I wanted. I got up and left. I couldn’t let him go completely. I’d find a boyfriend that I just used for sex, but I always went back to JB.”

“Why was Ari different?” you shrug on her shoulder. Tara reaches over to the table, and hands you a tissue. “Your dad’s best friend?” with a nod, she pets around your hair, “it’s a bit of a pattern. Your brother’s best friend, then your dad’s. Is the attention you were really seeking from them or your family? You wanted them to make a possible sacrifice and tell their friends? JB didn’t.”

You shake your head no, “He just told Steve. Right before, before Steve left me.”

“Okay, he tells your brother after your dad died, and Ari never got a chance. I don’t think you’re weird. We can’t help who we’re attracted to, but I don’t think Ari was an accident.”

“He’s got a kid. He’s only seven years younger than me. He doesn’t want kids. I don’t need them anyway,” this was always the line you told yourself. It was easier to tell yourself you didn’t need them.

“You don’t need them right now. Right now you need a mix of good love, and tough love. That with Ari, is no good. I saw your bruises.”

“It was impact play,” you go move off of her, and she allows you to. The two of you sit in silence for a moment, and your eyes wander around this room. Pictures of the family of five scattered all around. And you smile at how attentive Curtis seems with his younger siblings.

“Did you enjoy it?” you shrug your shoulders. “Are you afraid to tell Ari?”

“I test him. He doesn’t have a choice.”

“We always have a choice. He doesn’t realize you’re testing him for attention. It’s like a spoiled child. They don’t care if the attention is negative or not,” now why did she call you a spoiled child. You cross your arms over you chest and pout. “I get it. He wasn’t a father to his son, so now he’s making a point to do that with you.”

“I’m not a brat.”

“Then don’t act like one. You grew up without a proper mother, and it shows. Ari is not your daddy. You don’t have to push that need to have his attention on to Ari.”

“Gross. I don’t want to have sex with my dad.”

She giggles, and even gets a chuckle out of you, “That’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that you have wanted your dad’s attention. You’ve acted out in the club, and Ari is the only one who gave you that attention. You liked it at first. But the worse you feel about yourself, the harder you need something more. Got sloppy with hiding the relationship, hoping your father would catch you. Spoiled children do not care what type of attention they get, they just want it. Willing to endure punishment because it means their parent, in your case, daddy cares. But Ari only fills that void for a moment. You say you don’t love him, and in some way he loves you. You just test your boundaries, and then he hurts you. It’s a cycle, and eventually you’re going to push that man too far. Does he know about Bucky?”

“Yeah. He knows I cheat on him with Bucky, too.”

“Sweetie…”

“I wasn’t with anyone. I can fuck whoever I want.”

“Does Ari think you’re with him though?”

“He calls me his old lady. I’m twenty-two years younger than him. I’m not old. I’m not a lady. And I don’t like his rules and his lies! I didn’t know he had a kid. Didn’t know he couldn’t have anymore.”

“Sweetie, do you want to be with Ari?” you shake your head no.

“But I don’t want to be alone.”

“You’re not,” you lift your head up, looking at her. Her eyes bright and kind like Curtis’. “You’ve got people who care about you. Curtis wants nothing from you. He cares about you. Got you here and away from the storm that’s brewing in that club. Some of it is your fault, and you’re going to have to take responsibility for that. But we all do stupid things when we’re not of sound mind. Do you love Bucky?”

“I do. I just don’t know if I could be with him.”

“All you gotta do is tell us, and we’ll get you out of the situation you’re in. I’m here to help, and if you need me to act as your surrogate mother, so you realize you’re not alone, I will. I can’t see another girl be destroyed by a man.”

Curtis’ hand beats on the door, and when Steve opens it, he tries to close it immediately. Curtis pushes past the door, and pushes Steve back into the apartment. “You want to ignore me? Fine. Now you can’t. What the fuck man?”

“What?”

“Wow. You know I thought you were just going through your own shit, but now, I think you just really don’t care. Do you even know half the shit your sister has gone through? She’s lost Steve.”

“She’s got Ari,” Curtis’ hands connect to Steve’s shoulders, and he pushes him hard onto the couch behind him. “She’s grown!”

“Barely. She’s twenty-three years old, and lost. She has basically begged for yours and your dad’s attention. And he’s dead, and you ran away,” he holds his phone out to Steve, letting him watch what he saw first hand. You screaming and kicking trying to go after him, but Ari drags your body back into the rooms. “You need each other. You’re all you have left. You don’t even see her. You don’t see what she’s been through.”

“What about me?”

“My god, y’all are both lost puppies. You got your dad’s attention. Doll got the old ladies, and every time she wanted to show your dad something, it was always, okay show Angel or Florence or Rose, daddy has to work. Meanwhile he’s searching for his next meaningless pussy. That was you, until you found someone worth being faithful to. He never gave her the attention she wanted. She wanted to do ballet, but she couldn’t because he had to buy you a bike, and you weren’t even licensed. She wanted to go to college, but she couldn’t because she had to work at the bar, and help with the family business. And you wonder why she fell in bed with bikers. Doll was meant for more than the club. Just,” his finger presses hard on Steve’s chest, “Like you. The difference is you got a way out, and took it. Leaving her with no fucking safe guard. Ari doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. Waiting on her to cheat on him I guess. Trying to be the father figure she wants, when he just wants a nice girl to come home too. Bucky is just as lost, man. He is so in love with your sister, but she needs out of that fucking club. She needs to heal if she even wants to think about entertaining a life with Bucky.”

“He’s my best friend.”

“And she’s your sister. If you paid any attention to her, you would have seen their romance happening. He couldn’t quit looking at her, and she couldn’t quit smiling. You’re so self absorbed Steve. But that’s what you were taught to be. The big man. Gets to go on runs with a bunch of sweet butts, knowing that his old lady would be waiting to take his cock when he got home. You want that for her? Ari has never done the faithful thing. Bucky either. Until her. She’s out currently. I got her someplace safe. But she’ll need somewhere with family.”

“It’s that bad?” Steve asks, finally looking up at Curtis. His eyes glassy, and he bites at his lip.

“Yeah. You two are too much like your mothers. You weren’t meant to have this as your life. Doll wants a white picket fence. She wants to go after her dreams, and Ari is going to keep her working in a fucking bar and taking him when he gets home. He’s a lifer. Just like Bucky.”

“I’m a mess, too.”

“You can be a mess together. She’s broken right now, Steve. My dad is a therapist. Mom’s been around it her whole life, and pretty much is a therapist, too. She’s talking to her. She’s being the mother that Venus never got to be. But Doll wants you. You’re her big brother,” Steve nods his head, his gaze looking back at the floor.

“Okay. Okay. I’m not what she needs either.”

“Good boy, you’ll figure it out,” Curtis winks. “Now, I’m gonna spend time with my little brother. While my dad is shopping for the right towels. Hayden is useless in that department.”

Curtis walks into his childhood home, watching his mother fold clothes, and he gives her an odd look. With a flick of her head into the living room, he walks quietly in there, and stops seeing you mix up a pink batter, “Tara, oh,” you say when you realize it’s Curtis in the doorway, “I thought you were Tara.”

“No, it’s just me. What cha need?”

“Well, this is just strawberry cake mix, but I thought it would be nice to add in some fresh strawberries. You know make it a bit more unique,” before you fully finish your thought he’s already walking to the fridge, grabbing out the strawberries, “So you think it’s a good idea?”

“Yeah, I think it’s a great idea,” he gives you a kind smile handing over the strawberries, “Still don’t wanna fuck you.”

“Wasn’t offering,” you smart back going to cut up the berries. “I like your mom.”

“I like her, too. She’s a good one. You are, too.”

“Does…does anyone know where I am?” worried that it wouldn’t be long until Ari came looking for you. And right now, you just need space.

“Just Steve,” shocked, you turn to look at Curtis. Tears immediately fall past your lash line, and Curtis envelops you in a tight embrace. “He wants you to move in the city with him. Get away from the club. No one knows where he is either.”

“Curtis…I…it’s just…it’s soon. And I need to do something first.”

“We’ll go do it.”

“This still isn’t an invitation for you to fuck me.”

“Good, I don’t want to, Doll.”

“You sure about this?” Curtis dips his head in through the door looking around the small space. He turns, staring at you, while you’re blankly look at that mattress. You shake your head no in answer. Because you’re not really sure, but still there’s a calmness that surrounds your decision.

Shining a light around the shack, he points it at your chest, “You don’t have to do this. Who told you that you did?”

“No one. I wanted to do it after we lost Luna,” you hold out your hand, and he places his lighter in it.

“This is where you lost your virginity? There’s cobwebs.”

“They weren’t always there,” you laugh, flicking on the lighter, you go over to light the mattress on fire, and step back to hug Curtis. Watching as the flames take everything, but the memories. “It’s done.”

“What about Bucky?”

“This is best for the both of us,” you push Curtis off of you, and walk over to his bike. “I can’t love him, if I don’t work on myself. And I can’t love him with the love shack hanging over our heads. This is the past. I don’t know if I can ever love him again. I know that I need to love myself, and then maybe I’ll get there.”

“Mom’s pretty awesome, huh? Where we headed to, Doll?”

You take a deep breath as the fire spreads out. “The fire department will be here soon. Where we going?” you follow him as he heads for his bike, jumping on, before he lets you get on the back.

“Can we go back to your parents? Just for a bit longer,” he starts the bike, and heads in the direction of his parents’ house. Sirens wail in the distance, but you have never felt freer. Throwing your hands out wide, you let the wind wash off the rest, ready to take this journey away from everything you knew. It was best to not see Ari and Bucky at the moment.

There was a familial comfort at Curtis’ parents, mostly his mom. You didn’t realize how much you desired a motherly figure. “I’m stealing your mom,” you giggle when he pulls up to the house. “It’s just cozy here.”

“I’ll give her out on loan. You’re not keeping her. Come on, let’s get some of that strawberry cake. And it’s not an invitation into my bed.”

“Wait,” he stops to turn around and glare at you, feeling that you were going to go too far again. “Not sex.”

“You quit calling it fucking? That’s a start.”

“Can you just stay with me until I fall asleep? She’s letting me stay in Hayden’s old room. I’ll sleep on top of the covers. I promise. No sex. No shoving your hands on me. Just,” biting your lip, you look down at the ground, hands crossed over you chest, “Never mind.”

“No, use your words, and tell me what you’re feeling. Then allow me to respond and give you my boundaries.”

“I don’t want to be alone. This is hard for me. I’ve always bounced around to someone else’s bed. And sex was the only way I knew that would let them let me stay. Don’t make me guilt trip you, and say that I burned down mine and JB’s love shack.”

“That was your idea,” he laughs, bringing you close to him. “I’ll sleep on top of the covers. And I swear to you, if you try to shove my hands on you, we’re gonna have a problem.”

“I won’t. Not on purpose,” you squeal running up the front porch stairs.

“Doll Rogers! You get back out here!” playfully screaming at you while he runs in after you. His mom laughing at the two of you being goofy and carefree. She missed this side of her son, and you were becoming a different girl than the one Curtis first dropped off, it was like her second coming of Jessie, and she would protect you fiercely, in a way she couldn’t Jessie.

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heart-of-wool · 10 months

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7/9/2023

Weigh in, WIEIAD, ranting

Just weighed in, today I am... 90 lbs exactly!!!! GW ACHIEVED!!! I think I'll be in the 80's tomorrow!!!! I'm really excited because my ugw is 85 lbs!!! Now I'm just waiting one more hour so I can eat my omad, it was sooooo good yesterday!!!! The egg yolk kinda tasted like cheese... I can't remember the last time I ate cheese. My lunch is good every day because it's the same thing pretty much every day.

I do OMAD, and I OMAD lunch. I do lunch because it's something to look forward to, and something to look back on and remind myself after that I don't need any more. I always start making it at 5:00 pm. There are two things in my lunch that NEVER change and I eat every single day, and that is one can of tuna and one boiled egg. Usually it's soft boiled because I love runny yolks. I've always loved tuna. I just eat it straight out of the can, usually with a little salt and pepper. Sometimes I heat it up, but I haven't done that in a while. Maybe I'll do that today. The third part of my lunch only changes sometimes, for now it's been a banana, but it used to be oatmeal. Bananas are probably my favorite fruit, I LOVE bananas so much!!!! We're almost out though ☹︎ when there are no more bananas I will switch back to oatmeal, it's so so so filling and so so so warm and delicious and mmmmmm its perfect. Oh yeah!!! And I ALWAYS ALWAYS drink tea!!! NEVER FORGET TO DRINK TEA!!! I usually drink peppermint tea with my lunch. It's warm, it calms my stomach down, and personally I think it's helping me lose faster. I really believe warm things make you feel more full, in your stomach and in your heart ☻

Onto the ranting part... I was FREEZING yesterday!!! I was so so so so so cold my fingernails were like a dark bluish purple. I can't wait for sweater season. Soft, warm, fuzzy sweaters. My blankets are also soft warm and fuzzy so I'm pretty content. I've been watching too many mukbangs lately. Mostly I watch VNM, because I have a MAJOR sweet tooth. Watching her eat brownies and cookies and cakes and chocolates... we can't always have what we want, and that's okay. Temperance is a virtue after all. You have to have a lot of patience and discipline to achieve your goals. I'm working very hard!!! My days are mostly the same. I'm kind of lonely, I know I can do something about that but I'm so tired these days. I'm also pretty moody... I don't like it when I'm moody. I'm just hangry, I feel this halo of peace when I finally have that sweet sweet succulent omad. I can feel my organs tensing up with hunger, but I don't feel any pain. I always feel the mental hunger though. I miss you, desserts and sugar ☹︎

But, we resist or we regret. There was so much pizza and fried chicken last night, it looked and smelled so so so good... I opened up the boxes, looked at them, smelled it a bit, then I brushed my teeth and went to bed. Not a single slice or chicken wing was put in my mouth. I was sad at the time but now I'm happy, proud, and I weigh less.

That's all for today. If you made it this far, thank you for reading!! Lots and lots and lots of love, heart-of-wool 🐑💖

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studysprine · 2 years

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1/100 days of productivity & doing better | 07.22.2022

photo is mine

today's goals: take adhd meds, make breakfast, journal, organize laundry, start laundry, finish laundry, plan what to cook, study german for an hour, make an advisor appointment, move my body, look into credit cards, be outside, finish looking into the local library's resources online, look into job opportunities, look into internships, read, cook, call dad in the evening, brush teeth, wash face, and plan tomorrow's day

things I have accomplished today:

made oatmeal for breakfast & right now (4:00pm) I'm drinking tea and eating sunflower kernels. afternoon, i ate some jellybeans bc i felt like i had low blood sugar. didn’t have the focus to cook or plan cooking but thankfully a friend brought us some extra food the other day so i microwaved some eggs, grits, and ate it with some of the diced cheese, fruit, and a biscuit (all brought from the friend) + blackberry jam w/tea for dinner!

called my dad in the afternoon

tried tidying up my laptop organization (gave up)

journaled for about thirty minutes about the upcoming semester, potential routines for me to start practicing, the poem I'm Tired by Langston Hughes and the reasons I love it so much, and a personal commentary on how I love accessible poetry and creating prose.

i have organized my unclean laundry into it's different categories to start with laundry (dark colored or thick material clothes, very thick material clothes, whites/creams, towels/rags, blankets, socks, idk pile, and light material/color) and began two loads ! the thick material clothes and very thick material clothes r all washed and i’m finishing the v thick material load in the dryer now. ill have to put the rest away tomorrow bc i’m too tired n sleepy

looked at stuff for my major

began drawing a red crossbill and practiced anatomy

buddy read some of Aristotle’s & Dante’s secrets to the universe one of my roommates !!! that was pleasant

brushed teeth for 45 seconds before sleep, soso proud of myself

what am i doing right now as i type this? (4:38pm) sitting outside on my townhouse porch smoking with my lovely roommate, M. It is a nice day out, the sky is blue, it's decently warm, and there's some Columbus clouds at the edges of the sky. i just saw a pretty bird, which i'm currently trying to identify. (it was a red crossbill!)/ (11:38pm) sitting upstairs on the floor in our lil living room, patiently waiting for the clothes to finish drying. i really like the sound of crickets at night. i like the warm summer. i was/am drawing, trying to practice anatomy because i rlly suck at anything other than realistic faces. the house and the townhouse neighborhood is quiet right now. everything is quiet (except for the crickets and the drying machine, i like the cricket noise, not the drying machine). i have to move everything downstairs to my roooooooom and i dread it but at least then i can change and fall asleep. i’m happy how today went / 12:22 night, i’m in sleep clothes, laundry basket downstairs, fresh teeth, sleepy, will try to close some tabs for future me, then sleep

gratitude timeee: i am SO relieved that I still have my financial support, even if it has been minimized. at least, it'll actually force me to focus to find a job that will help build my resume levels. thankful for the blue sky I saw today and the pleasant temperature, and thankful to have friends who are so kind to me. very thankful for A, the one who brought the food, because cooking can be hard for me and i struggle remembering to eat as it is!! clean clothes finally!! yayayay

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ghoulsister1 · 6 months

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🎃SpookTober 31 Days Prompts🎃:

Day 17: Garden⚘️

The Gentleman With Thistledown Hair x GN!Reader. AU: Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell. Your beautiful garden attracts an otherworldly visitor. Fluff. Some romance is blooming. A slight bit of angst. Spooktober Prompt: Garden⚘️

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☆●~A Visitor In The Garden~●☆

For years, you've tended to your late grandmother's garden ever since you inherited it from her. The garden flourished under your care and it became the talk of the town. One October night, you receive a visit from a very otherworldly gentleman.

You and your grandmother were very close. You visited her whenever you got the chance, sometimes even staying with her. She always had a ready smile and some warm, home cooked food to share. On nights you stayed with her, she'd occupy you with tales and old folk stories. Myths and legends and fairytales.

One such stories you loved to hear where about faeries. You loved to hear them over and over again, your grandmother happily obliging. Those were such happy moments together.

You were so distraught when you were told of her passing. You loved her so dearly and you couldn't imagine a world without her, her bright smile and collection of whimsical stories. When she passed, she left you as the sole heir to her cottage and her treasured garden. Your grandmother loved that garden of hers and when you moved into her cottage, you were determined to keep her garden flourishing and blooming for years to come.

For years and throughout the seasons, you tended to the garden. You watered, planted, sowed and harvested diligently, always making time to care for the flowers and look after the land the best you could.

You grew a variety of flowers, some flowers were hard to keep alive in the English climate but under your care, the flowers thrived and bloomed. The garden soon became a whimsical world of it's own, flowers blooming and plants growing strong. You were proud of the garden and you were pretty sure your grandmother was proud of how you cared for the place.

The garden became the talk of the town, everyone heard about your whimsical garden and you often got visitors, sometimes suitors. But you couldn't care for the suitors. You just wanted to live comfortably in the cottage and tend to the garden.

You often thought back to the stories about faeries and how they loved and were attracted to beautiful things.

"You can even attract faeries by keeping a lovely and well maintained garden my dear" Your Grandmother told once.

You smiled as you recalled that sunny afternoon you had tea with her.

"Hopefully a faerie will love our garden now grandmother" You Thought, smiling warmly as you sipped your tea and gazed out into the garden.

The harvest season had rolled in and as usual you began your duties of tending to the garden. You worked away and harvested some of the fresh grown veg and fruit. You worked well into the night and when you had finished, the moon was slowly rising into the sky.

"That should do it. Right, I'm heading inside" You Remarked to yourself and turned to head inside. Inside you made yourself something to eat and a cup of tea. You looked out the window and you had to blink your eyes a couple of times to be sure what you were looking at was real.

There was a gentleman in your garden. He was gazing at the roses you had grown, touching the petals tenderly. His hair was white and fluffy, reminding you of thistledown. He was pale as the moonlight and was dressed in a suit of green summer leaves. He looked so beautiful, so otherworldly.

You walked out into the garden to confront this man.

"Excuse me sir?" You Called and the strange Gentleman With Thistledown Hair turned to look at you. Upon seeing you, he smiled.

"Ah! So are the lady of this house?" Asked The Gentleman With Thistledown Hair. You felt your breath catch in your throat, his voice was so unearthly, so deep. You weren't expecting it.

"I.....yes" You Answered softly. The Gentleman With Thistledown Hair smirked warmly.

"Ah, so this magnificent garden is yours" Concluded The Gentleman With Thistledown Hair. You nodded and blushed a little.

"Yes sir. It belonged to my sweet grandmother. When she passed away, she left it to me. I took it upon myself to tend to the garden and help it thrive" You Explained smiling.

"I must say, you have done excellent work with the garden. Such beautiful plants and flowers, all blooming under your gentle, nurturing touch. It is a garden, fit for royalty my dear" Remarked The Gentleman With Thistledown Hair as he admired the scenery and you felt proud that this gentleman found your garden beautiful.

"A garden fit for a Faerie King" Added The Gentleman With Thistledown Hair. You looked up in shock.

"Are you a Faerie?" You Asked.

"A Faerie yes and I'm a King. King of Lost Hope" Smirked The Gentleman With Thistledown Hair proudly. You couldn't believe it. Grandmother was right with her tales, Faeries were real and you had attracted one with your beautiful garden! You were bubbling with excitement but also nervous. The Fae were cunning and sometimes malicious if provoked, but so far this Faerie King seemed delighted to speak to you and you were polite to him.

"Your garden is extraordinary my dear, I shall reward you for your hard work. Just name it and you shall have it" Announced The Gentleman With Thistledown Hair smiling softly.

You were surprised and little unsure of the Faerie's offer and you eyed him suspiciously. The Gentleman noticed your weary looks and simply laughed.

"My dear, you are quite sharp of mind! Nothing gets past you I see! But I assure you, I will not trick you. For you have been polite and respectful to me, so please name your reward and I shall grant it to you" Assured The Gentleman With Thistledown Hair.

You felt more at ease at hearing that and so you named your reward.

"I want you to come visit whenever you can" You Answered. The Gentleman looked taken aback by the simple request. He was not expecting that.

"No riches? No luxuries?" Asked The Gentleman With Thistledown Hair, looking confused. You smiled and shook your head.

"I have all I need here in my cottage and garden. I wish for no such fancy manor or castle or piles of money. I'm quite comfortable here" You Explained smiling.

The Gentleman With Thistledown Hair was surprised by you. Usually mortals loved to have such luxuries and riches. But not you it seems. You were quite different.

And The Gentleman With Thistledown Hair admired that and he visited your garden whenever he could, sometimes asking you dance with him and on nights where the moon was full and the sound of unearthly music was all around, you and The Gentleman With Thistledown Hair danced under the light of the moon's glow.

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