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saltofmercury · 1 year

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PART THREE OF THE BREAK IN PLEASE 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️😭🫠

Pairing: König x f!reader

A/N: Thank you for being patient! I liked writing this one a lot.

The Intruder part ii (but I love that you guys call it part 3 of the break in!!!)

I told you what I was, what I was capable of. His eerie voice replayed in your head.

It sent chills down your spine. It was almost a week later that you sat in your apartment contemplating what you had got yourself into.

There was no doubt in your mind König could’ve killed that man easily but in your mind you knew that wasn’t him that night.

You thought about texting him but every time you reached for the phone, you pictured the man that let you go that night and who was hungry to kill another man in front of you.

Your heart was set on letting him battle whatever struggle he had by himself. You could only hope he would attempt to try to come back.

König laid awake at night thinking of the events that unraveled just a few hours ago. He had been set on killing the man that trespassed in his home with you in it. He was blocked. He couldn’t bring himself to think of any rational decision but to end the man’s life. He kept thinking about how you had heard the intruder before he did. Was he losing his touch?

Death came easy to him, his job which was once just the military, became Austrian special forces, then became KorTac, trained + hired mercenaries. His reality of work had meshed with his real life, again.

He sighed. He walked around his house. For some strange reason, his footsteps brought him to this door.

Inside his home, was an office that was tucked away on the other side of the house. This office was closed and off-limits. He really didn’t even think you knew about this room.

A key was tucked away above the door frame.

He reached up and unlocked the door.

Inside the room was a bookshelf tucked into the right side wall. A large desk with a computer monitor placed neatly on top of it. The desk inside was dusty, König had not been inside this room for a while now.

This office was his therapy room.

Across the bookshelf lay notebooks, workbooks, and different textbooks on self-help, conversation books, behavioral therapy books, relationship books, and books that he never even got to read because he thought for a while he was finally cured from whatever voice was living inside his head.

He approached the binder at the end of the shelf. This binder was the year he met you. He stopped talking to his therapist this year thinking he was cured.

He stayed up and opened the notebook reading his progress.

There was a checklist of what he did this year.

-being able to greet someone good morning. (complete)

-being able to go on a walk around his neighborhood (complete)

-maintain eye contact with a stranger (complete)

- Shop at the grocery store during the day (failed)

- give the cute girl the grocery store his number (complete)

He stayed up until 7 in the morning.

He knew this voice inside his head was good at using those thoughts when he was outside on the battlefield, but when did he lose control of it when he was safe at home?

He turned on the monitor and scheduled an appointment with Dr. Amelie.

The start of the second week had you hanging on by a thread. There was a dead end. No communication. You had tried to occupy yourself with work but ended up calling out sick. What usually makes you feel better? König. That wasn’t an option right now.

You busied yourself cleaning the apartment when your phone screen lit up. Sure enough, a message from him.

“Are you home?”

You bit your lip and gave in.

“Yes.”

Another message —

“I’m coming up.”

You felt nervous. You weren’t sure what or where you guys would stand after this. After all, he came back to you as someone else.

A gentle knock at the door, you ran over and opened it. Leaning against the door, König had worn the same mask he wore at night. He was dressed in a dark green flannel, black sweats, and running shoes.

You could smell the cologne on his body.

“Täubchen…” (dove) he looked at you, softly spoke your nickname.

Your heart swooned at the pet name he had used for you. You missed him. His eyes looked red, worn out, and gloomy.

You made space for him and walked over to the couch. You sat with both knees tucked under you at one end of the couch. König took the hint and sat on the other end of the couch.

He inhaled—

“I suppose I should start. I am the reason we are on a break.” He had started rubbing his thighs.

A break?

“I don’t think I came back the same after my last mission, I’m sorry for scaring you.” He exhaled.

“I think I brought a little bit of the mission back to our home and I shouldn’t have.”

He looked up at you, his fingers were fidgeting.

“While on this mission, someone took me by surprise and pulled my hood off.”

Your stomach dropped. Comfort and security had been stripped from him. You knew how much the mask meant to him. You yourself hadn’t asked to see his face until he was ready.

You bit your lip, kept looking at him, unsure of what to say next.

“You don’t have to forgive me, but you should know I would never hurt you, I would never let anyone else even attempt to hurt you, and I think that’s why I turned so protective.”

“I know,” you said simply.

He stared up at you, bringing his hand close to you but flinching away, holding it into a fist.

“I wanted to tell you that I am working on it, and I promise you I am.”

“You are? How?”

“I just want you to know I am. I am seeing an old friend.”

You scoot closer to him and hold his hand.

“I know you would never hurt me. I’m glad you’re seeking help from whoever it is.”

Part of you seemed concerned but you trusted him. The same way you trusted him and put patience in him from the first date.

“Täubchen… I’m sorry, I can’t help what I am, but I can promise you to not bring that version of me when I am home.”

You smiled. It was a start.

He grabbed you, sat you on his lap, nuzzled his face in your neck.

“Can we stop being on a break now? I can’t sleep without you.”

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guacamoleroll · 2 months

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— ᴘᴇʀ ᴛᴇ ᴇ ᴘᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ɴᴇʟ ᴄɪᴇʟᴏ · ꜰʏᴏᴅᴏʀ ᴅᴏꜱᴛᴏᴇᴠꜱᴋʏ

content. gn!reader. based on a request. forehead kisses, flirting, slight character study, possible inaccurate depictions of italy, teasing, slight suggestive themes (towards the middle), soft!fyodor, translation at the end. muse-typical metaphors. not proofread. 1.7k+ words.

author's note. this was so fun to write! a very delicate balance of sweetness and humor, along with the slightest dashes of spice and angst. thanks to @rusmii for descending from the heavens to remind me of "love in portofino." i had it playing on repeat <3

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It was difficult to describe the issues that arose from you and your lover's hectic schedules, at least to others. How would you ever begin to explain it—he's a terrorist dead-set on the eradication of sin from your world, and sometimes that doesn't mesh with your nine-to-five career. Yeah, that would be well-received at brunch. But it was your reality, and for the most part, you made it work.

Simple meals served between stints of scheming in his office; convoluted stories discussed amongst infrequent breaks in your living room. Both of you were aware that a relationship would not be easy, but you made it work. It wasn't for lack of trying on his part; however, you knew he disguised his desire to be close underneath a mask of perfection, pretending it was solely for your benefit. Sure.

So, to your surprise, a pamphlet appeared on your nightstand. You scanned the cover with scrambled thoughts—its glossed sheen describing the wonders of Rome—and when you inevitably arrived in his office to question its sudden appearance, he simply stated that he 'required a visit to the country' and that he knew you'd be interested in joining him.

To most, he's an enigma, but you read him like an open book. There was no use in pointing out his scheme, so instead, you settled into the idea of a vacation, joyfully assisting in any help he needed booking the trip—you had been to the city before and often spoke of your wish to return someday, which had seemingly caught his notice. He placed you in charge of specific details of the itinerary—smaller stops on your preset route, the transportation, restaurants for lunch—though he noticeably had already planned many of the larger events.

And that's how you arrived here. Rome, Italy. It was as luminous as you left it. You traded in your everyday attire for breathy linen and flowy cotton, allowing the Mediterranean sun to dance across your skin. Your ebony-haired lover was not far behind in fashion, a stark difference from the heavy wools and flannels of his motherland, which you had forced him to leave back in Yokohama so as not to worsen his already weakened constitution.

The brilliant city held a beauty incomparable, its streets nestled with centuries of history that went beyond books, laid to rest underneath soil and entombed in stone. Even Fyodor, with many years of travel under his belt, couldn't help but admire the manmade structures of a bygone era, which reached like beacons of human ingenuity into the firmament.

It had been ages since you explored the streets, and it was better now that you had a partner to hold your hand, hopping from place to place as you took in every destination with a new perspective. And in your exploration, you prayed Fyodor would find a connection with some kind of sight, with anything at all. He was a man so distant from mankind that you couldn't help but fret over his self-made isolation.

You were both exhausted—you had been on your feet for hours, and even though he tried to conceal it, you'd be foolish not to notice the slouch of his back as he tried to fight off sleep. He struck you with a knowing look whenever you cooed at him, forcing you to advert your eyes straight out onto the road as you scanned for the vehicle that was supposed to take you to the hotel.

Half an hour passed—nothing. You started to get worried.

"We've been scammed," he said, beating you to the punch as he stood from his seat on the sidewalk. You filled in his place, slumping against a wall as you hid your face in shame—one of the few tasks he had charged you with, and you had managed to mess it up!

He let out a breathy chuckle, patting the back of your head like he were comforting a scolded child. "We'll simply get a taxi."

You groaned, your stomach twisting at the sensation of your own incompetency, before allowing yourself to peek between your fingers to look out into the open world—and that was when you spotted it. A quaint shop with a flickering sign and a handful of mopeds slumped over outside. Fyodor's gaze followed yours, his brows furrowing as he found the target of your ire.

"Absolutely not."

But you had already grabbed onto his hand and pulled him out into the street, with surprisingly little resistance from him as he allowed himself to surrender to your will.

"You haven't experienced everything Rome has to offer," you hummed with a noticeable smirk, tilting your head to gaze at him between your lashes in a mocking attempt to sway his favor. "Come onnnn, Федечка."

He huffed, although his normal stoicism held an unmistakable look of fondness. "Ты маленькая гадюка."

You didn't need a translator to understand the meaning behind his words, heart filled with an almost sadistic joy as you approached the older gentleman that was running the shop. He seemed equally as amused as you were once he deciphered the situation, trading cash for keys as you skipped out the door.

Fyodor had planted himself onto the Vespa's seat without complaint, though you could not help his striking resemblance to a child on a bike that was far too small for them. He had his legs propped at an awkward angle to keep them from scraping against the ground, and the subtle twitch of his brow told you everything you needed to know.

You, on the other hand, were more than comfortable enough to settle between his legs, leaning against his chest as you reveled in the rare domesticality of the moment. That was until two arms decided to slither around your waist, a span of warm breath prickling your skin.

"You're quite brazen for someone that fell right within my grasp," he cooed, his voice dropping into that velvety, sadistically sweet tone that never failed to make you melt.

The bastard had planned this on purpose—he had reviewed your travel plans beforehand, including the transportation company. Much like you could read him, he knew your story from cover to cover, often reading over every page like his favorite novel. And he knew the best ways to make you squirm, his hand snaking up your side, brushing the sensitive divots of exposed skin as it made its way around your throat, giving the slightest but most lingering of squeezes.

That was until you unintentionally floored the gas pedal, propelling you both onto the street—luckily, there wasn't too much traffic at this hour. Despite the rush of the sudden acceleration, you had found that your heart returned to its normal pace as you moved with a rhythm within the twists and turns. You zipped past various sights, most of which were the most enjoyable, in your opinion—a glimpse into the lives of those who occupied these homes. There was a comfort in the consistency. People had passed and left, but the atmosphere remained the same, passed with care through every generation.

And then, your eyes caught onto something, and the muscles of your fingers instinctively flexed against the handlebars. The arms around your waist squeezed you when you began to tilt the moped steadily to the right.

"Don't—"

But you chose to do it anyway, slipping into a narrow sidestreet. You tried not to burst out in laughter at Fyodor's dumbstruck expression through the wing mirror, wishing to capture this moment in a frame somehow. Who knew that all it took to shut the mouth of the destructive mastermind Demon Fyodor Dostoevsky was a trip on a potentially dangerous vehicle?

You had recognized the pathway as a detour to an infamous part of the city—a perfect view of the Tiber River. It was difficult not to divert your path straight into the water when you funneled out into the road, the setting sun drawing a picturesque scene that could not be replicated, even if you returned to the same spot at the same time. There would never be another moment like this again. That sweet breeze parted the sky, both cradling and revitalizing you.

You crept onto a safe spot to park the moped and jumped off to rush to the edge of a bridge that overlooked the entire river, leaning against the railing while being careful not to tip your body over the side. The water sparkled and flickered from the rays of the dying light, twinkling as creatures rested underneath its surface. It enveloped you in an atmosphere of complete calm as if you and Fyodor were the only ones to exist in the world.

Speaking of.

His eyes had drifted toward a view completely different from yours, at least in aspects of physicality. You may have admired a sunset as the peak of fleeting beauty, but you seemed completely unaware that you encompassed every aspect of such a celestial entity, yet in such a strikingly ethereal way. He had seen many sunsets many times, much like he had seen many humans—unique and fascinating in their own way, but not always beautiful. But then, you crashed into his life, and he knew it was always intended for you to remain at his side. Much rarer than a sunset, much more precious.

He would take your life into his hands, ones stained in blood and sin, and unlike all the others he held within his grasp, he would nurture it—cherish it. Like a blossoming flower, he intended to care for you, an invaluable treasure.

He had already found the sight he had been searching for.

"Look!" you exclaimed, practically bouncing as you pointed toward the swaths of fluffed clouds that embellished the sky. "Isn't it gorgeous!"

You didn't even notice the slip of his mask as he joined by your side, brushing a kiss against your temple as he eyed the blooming excitement on your cheeks with your grin. The wind swept through in another attempt to swaddle you, letting the fresh smell of water brush through the folds of your clothes and the tresses of your hair. You turned your gaze to Fyodor, laughter caught in your throat as your eyes peered into his—locked onto you with an almost unnoticeable but most genuine of smiles.

"It truly is."

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decvyed · 5 months

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EASY ACCESS SET

Hey guys, here is the Easy Access Set featuring a cropped flannel top, g-string and 2 bold denim options. As usual, I've included an in-game as well as a blender version with 4K textures maps. I hope you enjoy this set and look forward to seeing your characters in it! 🙏🏾✨ This drop includes the following: DD G-String 8 Swatches - Male Frame - Bottom Category - Specular Map for Shine

Easy Access Jeans 8 Swatches - Male Frame - Bottom Category - Specular Map for Shine Easy Access Open Jeans 8 Swatches - Male Frame - Bottom Category - Specular Map for Shine Easy Access Open Jeans DD G-String Add On 8 Swatches - Male Frame - Gloves Category - Use this to change the colour of the G-String Softie Top 20 Swatches - Male Frame - Top Category

Easy Access Jeans (Sample) 3 Swatches - Male Frame - Bottom Category - Specular Map for Shine

Easy Access Set (Blender Version) 4K Texture Maps - Male Frame - Rigged New Mesh • Med-High Poly • HQ Texture • BG Compatible • Teens to Elders • All LODs • Custom Thumbnail • Disallowed for Random Base Mesh Credit: Alok Base Body Credit: @magic-bot Render Credit: @cyrenights Poses By: @sciophobis DOWNLOAD Download the Easy Access Jeans Sample for Free TOU:

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upheavalofmemory · 11 months

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Intuitive PAC | Who is your next lover?

Howdy! I had this one in the drafts for a little while! I think I intended to have more than three piles, but since it's been a while since I've started it, we are keeping it at three! Choose a pile and get some intuitive predictions on your next lover! This may or may not pertain to your future spouse, use discretion as needed.

♢ There are three piles to choose from. Pile one is the green bow, pile two is the pile of papers, and pile three is the green fan. Feel free to pick one or several piles.♢

Due to the fact there are only three piles, you may not have a message here. Take what resonates and leave the rest!

Pile 1 ♢ Green Bow

Someone shady/snake-y. Slithers like a snake, might walk very quietly and elegantly. Firm boundaries. Misunderstandings. The color blue (favorite color or blue eyes). Tattoo that wraps around the arm. Brilliant blue (lots of blue coming through). Snakebites. Elegant.

Masculine/Males: May be tall with darker features (brown/black hair; seeing curls) with possible blue eyes. Thin & agile. Wears a lot of black, somewhat mysterious and seductive.

Feminine/Females: long black/brown hair, red lips, somewhat of a devil's smile (whatever that means), player energy.

Both/All/Other: dark on the outside, but a softie on the inside. Still dark inside though, it just softens for you. Nice hands. Gold jewelry/a watch. Black & white layered tops, dark academia aesthetic, or old money aesthetic. Possibly wealthy or a very good thrifter.

Pile two ♢ Pile of Papers

Bright and cheerful; red, cherries. Kissable, huggable, adorable. Exit sign, might leave soon (out of town for a trip? For the summer?). Black pearls. Picnic blankets and caressing under a big oak tree, Summer vibes.

Masculine/Males: blonde, strawberry blonde. Boy next door vibes. Sweet and cute, very rosy and sweet. Buys you a lot of flowers, flannels are a closet staple with silver jewelry. Might have a silver or gold tooth, or possible missing teeth (punched out?)

Feminine/Females: shoulder length, poofy light brown hair, almost ginger. Friendly smile and appearance. Cute summer dresses and floral patterns. Brown sandals, crocs with lots of jibbits.

Both/All/Other: friendly vibes! Soft lovers. Happy to have you in their arms, treats you like a gift. May be clingy. Slightly tanned skin. Romantic softies. The relationship may not last long due to outside influences, but it'll be one to remember and one you'll look very fondly at (you may stay lifelong friends because the relationship simply wasn't meant to be; platonic but mistaken for romantic).

Pile three ♢ Green Fan

Heather? Heathen? Black tongs, barbecue or cookout, might meet them there. Plastic cups, drinking and a poolside. They might be a bit drunk when you meet them (liquid courage I heard). Crop top with possibly the American flag? With black mesh?

Masculine/Male: jock? Physically strong. Baseball caps & a large sneaker collection. Nice hands. Dark eyes, like the galaxy (heard that specifically).

Feminine/Female: darker colored makeup, dark under eyes, large eyes (very white & clear), long lashes.

Both/All/Other: doesn't take alcohol well, you might meet them while helping them to their car or something. If it doesn't resonate, you still might be helping them do something when they're struggling under some type of influence and not at their best (injury? Exhaustion?). Might be really embarrassed after this encounter, but fell for the way you care for them. Possibly Black or Hispanic, maybe foreign which is why they need help (possibly you speak their language? Or are incredibly patient?). May take a while for the relationship to start due to ego issues on their end (embarrassment), they really care about a good impression. Might be interested in business, politics, or international affairs.

I didn't get much appearance on this, I see that you might be focusing more on helping them rather than their appearance so you might not get a good look at them.

Thank you so much for reading! Feel free to check out my masterpost with more readings, or you can support me by purchasing a reading by clicking here. Thanks for the support, let me know which pile you picked and if it resonated or not :)!

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oakiyo · 2 years

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Werewolves Add-ons:

Loved all the CAS items from the new Werewolves game pack, but thought some of the meshes could do with editing/separating. So, I bring you 7 new custom content pieces!

All information about each item is underneath the cut.

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Item Information (left to right):

1. Curly Hair:

BGC, 24 EA Swatches, All LOD’s, Hat Compatible, All Maps.

Shape edited and tucked behind shoulder.

2. Separated Flannel Shirt:

BGC, 12 original swatches, All LOD’s, All Maps.

Separated jacket, recommended to layer with these accessory shirts by @sentate or this top by @trillyke.

3. Re-Shaped Shaggy Hair:

BGC, 24 EA Swatches, All LOD’s, Hat Compatible, All Maps.

Shape edited.

4. High-Waisted Jeans #1:

BGC, 11 original swatches, All LOD’s, All Maps.

Edited to be high-waisted.

5. Cropped Sweater Vest:

BGC, 11 original swatches, All LOD’s, All Maps.

Deleted bottom undershirt.

6. Cropped Tucked Sweater:

BGC, 9 original swatches, All LOD’s, All Maps.

Separated from full body outfit.

4. High-Waisted Jeans #2:

BGC, 11 original swatches, All LOD’s, All Maps.

Edited to be high-waisted.

Please let me know if you encounter any issues with the items in this collection. Hope you enjoy, and make sure to tag me if you use the pack!

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goatskickin · 5 months

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On the fifteenth day of GOATmas, my Goatie gave to me...

...flannel hoodies with turtlenecks, for dudes!

Super cute mesh conversion by @kayleigh-83! And I thought that it must must have some plaids, stripes and texture on it.

This contains a mesh fix - to soften some hard lines, fix a clipping issue present at the wrists, and to close a gap that was happening between the hoodie and the neck. My fix will overwrite the original meshes.

For teens and for adults as well.

Categorized as Everyday (though if you wanted to categorize this as Outerwear too, I'd understand it).

Polycount: 2k

Download - Flannel Hoodie - TM+AM

Download - EP08HoodieFlannel Mesh Fix ONLY

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kyleecarrigan · 2 years

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It was.

#personal #me #selfie #self #flannel and mesh #flannel and fishnet #I’ll be confident someday

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seeingivy · 8 months

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Omg can u do a one shot where reader goes to the eras tour with Gojo??

miss americana and the heartbreak prince

satoru gojo x f!reader

an: this didn't mesh well as a one shot when I wrote it, so i hope this mix of blurbs and headcanons is ok <3 also, this is for a very specific audience, feel free to ignore on your dash!!!

satoru gojo, in his infinite knowledge and wisdom, is first exposed to the eras tour when you ask him to sign up for a presale code

“wait, so. you just want me to sign up for all the dates?” satoru asks, voice echoing through your phone speaker. “yes, make sure that you verify your ticketmaster account and everything now. and then when you do that, send me a picture so i can make sure you did it right.” you respond. “it’s not rocket science, babe. i’m sure i can figure out how to do it.” satoru grumbles, as you hear typing on the other end of the line. “just take the picture when you’re done.” “was this that important that you had to call me while I was at work?” “babe. this is taylor swift. of course it was.” “right.”

the fated day of buying tickets come and you and satoru are literally hiding from your bosses in the corner of your office - laptops pulled up and anxiously watching the queue

you're both nervously watching the numbers get smaller and smaller, nervous hands open on a twitter tab that's talking about people getting kicked out of the line, locked out, or being told that the tickets are already all gone

but by the grace of god, satoru's laptop goes through first and he manages to bag the two of you floor tickets and you're in

you climb into bed, pushing the hair off of satoru’s head to give him a kiss on the forehead, before you tuck yourself into the sheets and nestle into his arms. “sweetheart.” “hm?” “can i ask you a question? you don’t have to say yes.” he asks, voice all uncharacteristically shy. you prop yourself up on his bare chest, trying to discern the look on his face in the dark, as you nod. “can i go to the concert with you?” and when you see the little frowny face he has on, you can’t help but laugh at the entire ordeal, at the satoru gojo begging you to take him to a taylor swift concert. and when you start laughing, he starts grumbling, turning his surely pink face away from you. “shut up.” “oh my god, toru. you’re so cute, you know that?” “i’m glad my misery is adorable to you.” “I’d love if you would come to the concert with me. on one condition.” “what’s that?” “you have to learn all the lore and listen to the songs before we go. i’m not about to be that girl standing next to the guy who doesn’t know the surprise songs on the floor.” “okay. what’s a surprise song?” you press your fingers against his lips and place a kiss on his cheek. “all in good time.”

you make a game plan for satoru, color coded and planned out, for him to learn everything you want him to know

you break it down for him era by era, asking him to first listen to the album and send you his reviews - and then explaining important key details that he would need to know

and it evolves so fast, because he gets more and more excited as he goes on, texting you his thoughts at work

he just needs a reason to not do work, but he gets REALLY REALLY INTO IT

satoru: YOU’RE GAY. you: no? i don’t think so satoru: i’m singing picture to burn babe, be quiet satoru: if the way i loved you is country music, slap a flannel and a cowboy hat on me because i am FLOORED. ABSOLUTE BANGER. you: PLEASE ARE YOU LISTENING AT WORK??? satoru: mind your own business. satoru: also, who is mr. perfectly fine about? you: joe jonas. satoru: she dated joe jonas? you: no satoru, she dated barack obama. yes, she dated joe jonas. satoru: well now i hate him. he’s so rude. satoru: THIS IS ME SWALLOWING MY PRIDE STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU SAYING IM SORRY FOR THATTTT NIGHT you: last night when you ate my leftovers? satoru: that wasn’t me you: sure. satoru: is dear john about john mayer? you: yes. we don’t like him. satoru: fuck yeah we don’t. SHINING LIKE FIREWORKS OVER YOUR SAD EMPTY TOWN??? JOHN, JOHN WHEN I CATCH YOU satoru: babe if you ever break up with me ill go sleep on the highway you: ok?? I wasn’t planning on it satoru: do not EVER give me a reason to relate to last kiss i will actually do something dangerous you: why did shoko just send me a picture of you with your head down on your desk at work? satoru: babe please don’t talk to me rn. i just listened to all too well and i am inconsolable. you: wait till you watch the short film. satoru: PLEASE I CAN’T HANDLE THIS. JAKE GYLLENHAL ALEX THE LION FROM MADAGASCAR WHEN I GET YOU. you: ok satoru. pipe down. satoru: ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET you: i feel like im creating a monster. satoru: I WANT YOU FOR WORSE OR FOR BETTER BROKE YOUR HEART ILL PUT IT BACK TOGETHER satoru: just finished reputation. many thoughts you: oh??? satoru: one. can we get frisky to dress? two. I am buying you a necklace with my initial on it. three. king of my heart is my favorite song so far. four. CAN WE GET FRISKY TO DRESS. five. kanye west, when I get you. you: satoru. you are at work. please focus. satoru: i know that’s a yes. satoru: just listened to lover. I am inconsolable and i love this white woman. DAYLIGHT??? THAT’S SO ME AND YOU. LOVER??? THAT’S SO ME AND YOU. PAPER RINGS??? ME AND YOU. you: do not take paper rings as an excuse to not buy me a real ring. I am expecting a nice six pronged gold band circular cut diamond. satoru: also can we get frisky to false god. you: satoru gojo. satoru: babe. urgent. 911. you: what. satoru: am i augustine or am i betty?? you: you’re inez. nosy gossiping ass bitch. satoru: EXCUSE ME. also invisible string is so us. joe alwyn, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS. you: well. satoru: is she ok. like seriously, is taylor ok??? if she has happily been in a relationship for six years why did she write tolerate it? doesn’t she know my mental health is fragile? you: why tf are YOU crying about tolerate it? we’ve been in a stable relationship for four years satoru: i was imaging you being mean to me. it really hurt my feelings you: ok. satoru: long story short, the masterpiece that you are. JOE AND TAYLOR YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS. satoru: what is their name combined you: toe. satoru: ok… satoru: MEET ME AT MIDNIGHT you: oh god. you’re at the end. let’s hear it. satoru: one. can we get frisky to maroon? two. you’re on your own kid changed my life. three. sweet nothing is us. four. can we get frisky to maroon. five. john mayer i will KILL YOU. six. also is like scooter braun a crack head or something like what is vigilante shit even about satoru: babe. satoru: no. satoru: YOU’RE LOSING ME???? JOE???? JOE ALWYN MY BROTHER JOE ALWYN???? NO. you: yes. satoru: Y/N. HE WON’T MARRY HER?????? IM GOING TO KILL HIM. THE GUY WHO LOVER IS ABOUT??? WHO MASTERMIND SWEET NOTHING INVISIBLE STRING IS ABOUT??? satoru: do not talk to me. I hate you. you: WHAT DID I DO

satoru gets more and more excited about the entire thing as it goes on, telling YOU that you need to start planning outfits and making bracelets like you weren't the one who got him into this

satoru cannot make friendship bracelets. but he likes watching you make them and asking you all the little things you like about the music

“ok. what do i make the next one?” “hm. did you do style yet?” “no.” you start collecting all the beads as satoru props his phone up against the table, to the live stream of the concert. every night, the two of you watch the surprise songs together and make a note of which ones you lose from your drafted list of picks - a mix of yours and satoru’s favorite songs that aren’t on the setlist. “open.” satoru holds the spoon of noodles right over your lips as you focus on finishing the bracelet, his eyes focused on the live stream. “satoru.” “hm?” “can i ask a weird question?” “sure.” “you seem like you’re like really into this. like actually.” “well, i am. this is serious - i cannot lose clean for a second time or i will break something.” “not that. I just mean, the entire thing. like the songs and the music and all that. you…are really into it.” “well, why wouldn’t i be? it’s something you like. and it clearly means a lot to you, so it does to me too.” you can feel your cheeks burning at how blunt he is about the entire thing, like it’s something so obvious, like him putting in all this effort to like something you do is a given. you lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, which he smiles at before focusing back on the live stream. “BABE. NO.” “OH MY GOD." “ITS CLEAN.” “TORU HOW DID WE LOSE A SONG TWICE.”

satoru decides that the two of you are going to go as miss americana and the heartbreak prince - and watches you meticulously collect fabrics and threads to make the pink dress you had in mind

you made it a point to also sew on the little broken heart for satoru's light pink shirt and white slacks that he was going to wear to the concert and buy the two of you matching gold crowns to wear together

“something is missing from my outfit, y/n.” you frown, looking over at him as he fixes the little gold crown you got him on his white hair. “what are you talking about? you look fine.” satoru digs through your makeup box, rummaging around till he pulls out a tube of your red lipstick. “you want to wear it, toru?” “what? no. you put it on and then plant a bunch of kisses on my cheeks. so it leaves a mark.” “oh?” “IT’LL LOOK BETTER THAT WAY. I SAW SOMEONE ON TIK TOK DO IT.” you roll your eyes as you lean forward in the mirror, blotting the buttery product on your lips and ignoring the devilish smile that satoru’s giving you in the mirror. and then you turn around and cup his face in your hands, making it a point to pepper long kisses on his cheeks and the side of his neck, making sure the full mark of your lips is left on his skin. and when you’re done, he turns in the mirror and gives you a satisfied smile. “perfect.” “you’re so lame, satoru. if you wanted me to kiss you, you should have just asked.” “can i have a kiss?” “no.” he leans forward and wraps his arms around your waist, it being his turn to smother you in kisses, eliciting a laugh from you when his breath tickles your neck. “shut up.”

type of mf to take BILLIONS OF PICTURES of you outside the concert and even more with you, until you both get ones you like

also, totally wears a stack of friendship bracelets that you made together, but only trades with other boyfriends and dads in solidarity

man stands for the entire concert with you, except during the man. because he knows his place.

you start SOBBING during lover and he's there just smiling at how SILLY you are and wiping your little tears away. you both sway to the song together and scream the bridge together.

he takes a picture of you doing the fearless heart with taylor in the back. bc duh.

speaking of, this dude is NOT recording taylor AT ALL he is recording you and taking pictures of you and it's literally the most wholesome thing ever

like you're just so excited and jumpy that he thinks its cute and he wants to document it

but then he's so inconsolable during tis the damn season and tolerate it that he's SCREAMING THE LYRICS with the passion of ten suns (he is an evermore stan, fight with the wall)

takes a video of you singing during enchanted (which he later makes his lockscreen)

fighting for his life during all too well. like everyone else.

your surprise songs are dear john and daylight - which you're both screaming together on the floor.

satoru is giving YOU the side eye when you scream DATE ME TAYLOR during vigilante shit chair moment.

mister man is blushing when you point at him when taylor sings karma is my boyfriend

carries you out of the concert bc he knows your feet are killing you.

and feeds you after. bc duh. post concert munchies at a fast food drive thru.

an, again: tee hee this was so silly but so fun to think about. and for a very niche audience AHAHHAHA. also it feels weird to use my taglist when this is for a VERY specific audience so I will ignore.

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norrisleclercf1 · 2 years

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My Pillows

Pairing: Pierre x reader

Rating: R

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), slight praise, dirty talk, hint of switch!pierre, soft sex, aftercare, p in v, oral (f receiving), hint of cockwarming

Synopsis: Cuddles and movies turn into soft sex with your boyfriend.

Request: Sooo I’m sitting here thinking soft ooey-gooey thoughts about reader and Pierre snuggling on a couch. They are wearing oversized sweaters, hot coco in cute festive mugs, and there is one of those awful hallmark autumn themed murder-mystery/ rom-com movies playing softly in the background 🥰🥹I’m so sorry that pierre has a chokehold on me, but I’m making it both of our problems 💗

If there was one thing that Pierre loved about rainy days, it was being able to lay on top of you. On days like these, you loved turning on crappy hallmark movies, wearing one of his sweaters and a pair of soft undies, and that was it.

He came home from practice to you in the dark with your favorite autumn candle lit, casting a soft glow on your face. On TV was a crappy murder-mystery rom-com as you just lay under a blanket. A half asleep look on your face, he sets down his keys and takes off his wet raincoat hanging it up, so it dries.

Walking over, he crouches down; his fingers ghost your face moving some hair out of your face. “Mon Doudou, are you comfortable?” He whispers, kissing the tip of your nose, making a sleepy smile appear on your face.

“Join me?” You whisper back, something about talking in a normal tone, making you wince slightly, the soft words easier on you. “Let me change.” He mumbles as he goes to change.

He comes back wearing flannel pajama pants, and that is it, wanting to feel the heat on his chest, something comforting about it. You don't move as he lifts the blanket and lays down on top of you. He moves around, resting his head perfectly on your chest; he loves using your breasts as pillows.

You smile and move the hand behind your head into his hair. Playing with his hair was a comfort for you; it was soft and complete, and the curls hugged your fingers when you combed them.

No one says a word for a while until the movie ends and Pierre shifts slightly, jarring you awake. “It's always the stepmother, honestly. It's cliche; give us a good plot twist next time.” He grumbles and presses a kiss to your sternum before turning his head towards the tv again.

You hum and move your hand to his exposed back, nails softly scraping his back. Pierre shivers slightly, the scratches comforting as a new movie comes on. Something along the lines of a girl inheriting a family ancestry house with a mysterious boy taking care of the house and a secret room.

Pierre never admitted it, but he always got sucked into the films; they were mind-numbing entertainment for him, and for him, he didn't need to take you out on fancy dates or lavish you with expensive gifts; for you, you just needed him and peaceful days like this.

You arch up slightly, getting yourself comfortable again, which Pierre groans, feeling your hips press against him. You give a soft giggle with Pierre’s hands gripping your waist.

“Easy, baby.” He kisses your stomach, which has you laugh, your tummy being ticklish for you.

“What? I was getting comfortable.” You yawn, relaxing into his hold. Pierre rolls his eyes and grabs the bottom of the sweater, and looks up at you.

“May I take this off you?” His attention is now on you instead of the movie.

“Yes.” you huff arching up for him to take it off you quickly.

He peels the sweater off your skin and drops it on the floor, your skin burning from how warm you are. Lips trace every inch of your skin as Pierre pulls the blanket off you, cool air nipping your tits, making them hard.

His eyes sparkle, his hands rough from callouses he got from working out, deliciously scratching you. His thumbs rub over your nipples, causing a soft huff to pass your lips; Pierre moves up slightly and takes advantage of your open mouth.

Tongues mesh together, neither fighting for dominance, just enjoying each other's comfort; he pulls away, teeth biting on your bottom lip, sucking it back into his mouth. Nothing about this was a rush or a standard part; it was taking your time, enjoying each other's taste, scent, and feel.

You moan and break the kiss, neck exposed as Pierre moves to your neck, leaving small dark hickies in his wake as he returns to your breasts. He sits up, leaning on his heels, soaking up your presence. You took deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart, hair meshed into the couch pillows, lips wet, and chest rising and falling quickly.

His eyes drag to your panties, and he stops seeing a dark spot and smiles to himself; his fingers trace down your stomach to the damp area and push the pad of his two middle fingers against you. A whimper passes your lips as you jut your hips into his fingers, loving the pressure against your clit.

“Pierre,” you mumble, which has him hook his fingers on both sides of your hips and pull your undies down. You hadn't shaved in a while, but he never cared; he loved you, which meant all of you.

“Let me take my time.” He mumbles and shuffles down the couch before laying on his stomach and putting both hands on the inside of your thighs and pressing them apart, exposing you to him.

“Okay.” you gasp, feeling his warm breath against your core, but whimper when you feel his lips kiss your clit gently. Pierre loved eating you out, and it was something about you trusting him enough to go down you and watching you become unfold just from his tongue and lips.

He moves his tongue in slow letters, having learned the alphabet trick, and pushes two fingers gently into you. You move your hips in slow, tight circles drawing up the pressure of your orgasm.

“Cum on my tongue,” Pierre mumbles, croaking his fingers inside you and making the letter g against you, having you clamp down on his fingers, grinding faster as you chase the orgasm. Ragged breaths leave your mouth as you calm your heart, Pierre smiling and kissing you on the cheek.

“So gorgeous when you come.” He whispers, pushing the hair off your sweaty forehead. “Make love to me,” you mumble, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He couldn't help the blush that covered his have as he cleared his throat before giggling at your words. He looks down and moves to get a condom, but you stop him.

“It's alright, im on the pill.” you remind him, your legs tight around his waist, stopping him from leaving your perfect cacoon.

“Okay.” He whispers and lays down on top of you again but keeps your legs spread as he peels his pants off, making you bite your lip. Hand scratching down his toned chest, abdomen, and to his cock. He was perfect. He was the right size and veiny; you loved it.

Pierre groans. His body was getting ridged as you stroked him up and down, licking his lips before biting them as he groaned, thrusting into your hand. “Fuck me, not my hand, baby boy,” you whisper, making Pierre whine and nod, kissing you gently.

He looks down and lines up before gradually entering you. Both sigh in relief when he bottoms out and waits, just enjoying how you coil around him. He always loved being inside you, fuck just thinking about staying like this was erotic enough for you both. But right now, he wanted more.

With slow thrusts, he watches as you moan; head is thrown back as you burn alive, feeling every inch of him inside you. Pierre lays his weight on you as you wrap your arms around one another. His thrusts are slow and deep, loving the small whimpers and breathy moans he drags from you.

“I love you.” You whisper in his ear; turning his head; he kisses you deeply and starts to pick up the pace; you feel an arm wrap around your left leg and lift it to rest on his shoulder. The new angle hits your G-spot, which has you whimpering.

“Are you going to come again, my love? Hm? You've been so good to me; I think you deserve it.” Pierre gasps, moving quicker inside you.

“Yes, yes, please, Pierre. I wanna cum.” You plead, to which Pierre nods, sweat dripping down his forehead, and angle his hips hitting your G-spot, the feeling like a scratch you couldn't read was finally getting scratched.

“Oh God!” you cry, arms tight around his neck as your pussy clamps down, milking his cock.

“I'm right here, baby; no need to call for me.” Pierre teases, making you laugh softly, exhausted.

Pierre groans, having cummed inside you, and pulls away, which has you reaching for him. “I'll be right back; I’m just getting something to clean us up with.” He explains. Pierre walks down the hallway, practically glowing, but the candles are striking his tanned skin.

He comes back with a warm wash cloth and wipes down your face, chest, and your pussy, making you wince, always sensitive after sex. He smiles and grabs the second washcloth, and cleans himself up before laying back down.

You grab him, and he smiles and moves, laying his face on the tits, smiling, which has you giggle. The movie now grabs both your attention. “Fuck, it was a grandmother.” Pierre gasps, and you, too, are shocked by the plot twist. “We've gotta start the movie over.” Pierre grabs the remote, instantly hitting replay as you both sink into each other and enjoy the movie.

#f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #formula 1 #f1 fandom #f1 imagine #f1 2022 #f1 scenario #formula one #pierre x reader #pierre imagine #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly #Pierre gasly smut #pierre gasly f1 #pierre fluff #pierre scenario

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yin-shimo · 5 months

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RATING CC SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO

KLUBB "'Nepo Baby' Collection" ed.

RATE LIST:

poly count

mesh visuals

weights

UV texture

universability

1. POLY COUNT

Today's collection comes with 7 CAS meshes (a total of 11 including 2 BB objects that I won't cover) . Get ready lmao,

Boots with Legwarmers: 109,802

Flannel Shirt: 36,504

Nails: 21,120

Necklaces: 19,300

Rings Left: 17,664

Rings Right: 17,664

Skirt: 64,227

Sunglasses: 8478

Tank Top: 42,238

How does this compare to Maxis clothes?

Alright, for the boots with legwarmers, the highest poly count i saw for boots was 1,478. If we round up 109.8k to 110k and use the average of 900 for maxis boots we have a ratio of 110: 1.

Flannel Shirt: I'll be using yesterday's top reference (of 4.2k) and rounding the shirt to 37k. This gives us a ratio of 185: 21 or 8.81~: 1 if you want smaller numbers.

Nails: the highest was 1040, so if we round 21.1k to 21.2k and the nails to 1.0k, we get a ratio of 106: 5

Necklaces: highest I saw was 3688 (no scarf or chokers included) so well round that to 3.7k and keep the other at 19.3k giving us a ratio of 193: 37 or 5.22~: 1 if you want smaller numbers.

Rings: we'll round them to 17.7k and the highest maxis ones I found were 364 (we'll round to 360). This gives us a ratio of 295: 6 or 49.1˙66: 1 in smaller numbers.

Skirt: We will round down to 64k and the highest (short) skirt I found was 1674 which we'll round down to 1600 giving us a ratio of 40: 1.

Sunglasses: we'll round it to 8.4k the maxis sunglasses that look closest to it are 804 (so we round to 800). This will give us a ratio of 21: 2 or 10.5: 1.

Tank: lets round to 42.2k. Most similar maxis tank was 3.2k. This is a ratio of 211: 16 or 13.2~: 1 for smaller numbers

Rating: 0/10 [honestly can I give it a negative 5?]

2. MESH VISUALS

Covers questions like "Does this CC look as it does in its AD?" and "Is there any clipping?"

Problems 1 & 2:

surprisingly, the clipping issues were minor, for problem two maybe weight tweak needed and the first lower poly would suffice as the lovely @saruin informed me could happen with high poly clothes.

Next... is the textures themselves.

(klubb to the left | AxA to the right) Need I say more? the texture is abysmal.

(klubb left | saruin right) Yeah, nails are small but theres better detailed ones for waaay less poly. The only reason i won't complain too hard is because nails lack an actual UV spot.

Lastly, (no pics) the tank top itself I actually enjoy texture wise. Same for the necklace and shoes, but the skirt and flannel top are definitely not the greatest. The colors themselves are relatively pleasant to the eyes.

Rating: 6/10

3. WEIGHTS

Again, this pretty much overlaps with the previous section (maybe ill merge them lmao) and aside from the flannel shirt already addressed the rest of the cc didn't have any issues.

Rating: 9/10

4. UV TEXTURE (mapping)

This section is meant to answer the question,

"Will any conflict with other parts such as shoes, hats, etc?"

No conflict: flannel shirt, tank top, glasses, rings (you just cant use others from the same hand).

Minor conflict: shoes may conflict with certain bottoms, skirt may conflict with certain tops, necklace may conflict with nose rings, and whatever biceps cover lmao.

Major conflicts: nails, high chance of conflicting with tops.

Rating: 4/10

reason: it's annoying af to know their OWN skirt and shoes somewhat overlap each other and would have easily avoided it if they simply moved the textures a little lower/higher into their proper sections.

5. UNIVERSABILITY

This section covers questions like:

"Does this work for large muscular and/or fat sims?" "Does it work if my sims are the lowest body mass?"

The necklace does not properly morph with max fat/muscle, but the tank, shoes, skirt, flannel do.

BUT i have come to realize there are bigger weight issues at the armpit area of the flannel upon checking the outfits on multiple sims. Ying's stupid ass hair blocked some of the clipping lmao. So weights is now 5/10 instead of 9/10

Rating: 8/10

and lastly:

Questionnaire:

Would you recommend to a friend: NO. Would you use this item yourself: Maybe if the poly count was lower. Paywall Status: PERMA-PAYWALLED. Additional Info: $5 USD for current month (collections not included [??]), $10 collections + 2months prior, $25 access to lifetime cc. Additional Info #2: They have a free sample of the tank top...(yay more SL behavior [sarcasm])

OVERALL RATING: 10%

#literal shame because Ying looks soooo good in the outfit #xian: rating

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chinsims · 9 months

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Open Flannel Top

An unexpected download!!

I was trying to find a mesh for a flannel top like this that didn’t have an insane polycount, but nowhere I was searching was coming up with anything (which is wild to me because I feel like this is sort of a staple clothing item??). I decided to mix one together from EA meshes instead of going through the hassle of searching everywhere.

I’m sure it’s not the most original item ever, but I’m gonna get a lot of use out of it, so I figured I’d put it up for download for anyone interested :)

It is fully recolorable, morphed, and comes with the 5 presets below:

I might improve the textures a bit in the future, and I definitely want to make something like this for the feminine frame so that any sim can have it.

TOU: I wouldn’t mind credit, but aside from that I don’t really care what you do.

DOWNLOAD

#the sims 3 #sims 3 #sims 3 cc #s3cc #ts3cc #sims 3 cc clothes #ts3 clothes #ts3 clothing #sims 3 custom content #ts3 cc clothes #s3 cc clothes #the sims 3 cc

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jerzwriter · 2 months

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A chat with Sienna...

Book: Open Heart (Book 2 Timeline) Characters: Tobias Carrick x Casey - eventually 😊, Sienna Trinh Rating: Teen Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, panic attacks, nightmares Words: 2,300 Series Summary: Can be found here. Chapter Summary: Tobias is there for his friend Casey when she's struggling months after the chemical attack. During a visit, he has the chance to talk to Casey's best friend. (This text fic is a lead into this chapter.) A/N: I decided to mesh the "With Warning" fics into the existing fics from the start of Tobias & Casey's relationship. The Fine Print would take place shortly after this fic, and the next installment of "With Warning" will be a conversation with Aurora after the events of The Fine Print.

With Warning Masterlist Tobias x Casey Masterlist || My Full Masterlist

There was nothing delicate about the knock on her bedroom door. Bold and a little too loud, some would say it wasn’t unlike the man knocking. Pushing her weighted blanket off with vexation, Casey left the comfort of her bed with a sigh. It was nice of him to stop by, but... She looked down at her ratty, old t-shirt that hadn’t been changed in two, maybe three days, and her pink flannel Snoopy pajama bottoms had been on just as long. Despite her sour mood, she almost smiled; she was about to make one hell of an impression.

Shuffling to the door in stockinged feet, she considered rescinding her invitation. But the aroma of shrimp Pad Thai was too seductive. He noticed she thought, she never told him her favorite Thai dish, but he must have been paying attention.

Tobias was about to knock again when he heard a gentle thud when Casey leaned against the door before opening.

“This is your last chance; you can make a run for it.”

Amused, he lifted the bags as if she could see them.

“But I’ve got food?”

“You could leave it at the door, I’d even Venmo you a tip... pretend you’re the delivery guy.”

“You know,” he snickered. “I have seen movies that start off like that...”

That did it. It might have been a tiny laugh, but it was a laugh nonetheless, and Casey had been devoid of laughter for some time.

“I’ll bet you have,” she said, mindlessly running her fingers over the slide lock.

“All right, this is your last chance, kid! If you open the door, you get me and food; if not, I walk... but the food comes with me. What’s it gonna be?”

Casey cracked the door open and peered at her guest. “Don’t say you haven’t been warned," she kicked the door open, and Tobias eagerly entered.

While she had one of the biggest bedrooms in the tiny garden apartment, it was still rather small, and Tobias couldn’t figure out where to put the food.

“You sure you don’t want to eat in the kitchen? I mean, there’s a table there,” he grinned.

Casey shot him a look as she pulled a flat sheet from her closet and spread it over a tiny spot on her bedroom floor.

“You’ve never had a picnic, Carrick?”

He sank to the floor and spread the food out like a smorgasbord and Casey sat sullenly before him. “It was nice of you to come,” she said, grabbing a steamed dumpling.

“It’s my pleasure,” he stated, his eyes catching hers. “Of course, I know you’re just using me for the food.”

Normally, that would have earned a sarcastic reply or at least a little chuckle, but today, she flatly retorted, “You’re on to me.”

They ate in relative silence, Tobias leaning his back against the wall and Casey cross-legged as they scooped down ku chai, tod mun pla, and som thum tua. She began to wonder if he had known her favorite dish after all; perhaps he just ordered the entire menu. Either way, she was content, and when they were both sufficiently stuffed, Tobias began to clean up, stopping Casey when she tried to help him.

“Clean-up duty is on me today, princess. You just relax. Do you want your ice cream now?"

"So, saving the ice cream for later," he chuckled.

After placing the leftovers in the fridge, he returned to Casey's room and found her sitting on the edge of her bed, picking at a ragged cuticle as she stared blankly ahead.

“Would you like to talk?” He asked as he sat in an easy chair in the corner of the room.

“Not now,” she muttered.

“I brought my laptop; we could watch a movie if you like.”

She turned to him with a forced half-smile. “Maybe later.”

“All right,” he replied, pulling a book from his bag. “I told you, you don't have to say a word at all. But I'm here if you need me."

He flipped through the pages, and Casey, who hadn’t been showing interest in much, she suddenly wanted to know what Tobias was reading. He could feel the weight of her stare but pretended he didn't. She'd talk when she was ready, and when curiosity got the better of her, she asked. “What are you reading?”

Tobias held the book up for her to see. “Homeland Elegies.”

“Is it any good?”

“Not sure,” he shrugged. “I just started it. But it was on my buddy Barrack’s best books of 2020 list, so I’m confident I’ll like it.”

“Hmmm. You and Obama are on a first name basis now.”

“Well, duh,” he snorted.

“Maybe I can borrow when you’re done.”

“Do you want to read along with me now?” he asked.

“No,” she said, still no inflection in her voice. “Not now.”

Closing the book, he looked at her thoughtfully. “How much did you sleep last night?

“Sleep,” she chortled. “What’s that?”

He tilted his head, awaiting an answer.

“Three, four hours tops... it’s just hard... it’s... the nightmares.”

Tobias leaned forward, and Casey couldn’t miss the concern etched on his face. “The nightmares have started up again?”

“Just this week," she nodded. "Ever since I had another panic attack. Some of them make sense, like I’m back in that hospital room, alone, and the plastic sheeting starts to smother me... others are more abstract... like I’m in a dark room, and I hear these terrifying screams, but no matter what I do, I can’t find a light... I can’t find the person screaming, and I can’t make it stop. I wake up in sweat, and there’s no going back to sleep.”

“Have you told your therapist?”

She shook her head. “They started after our last session, but I’ll be sure to tell her this week.”

“Good,” he replied. “She’ll be able to help.”

“Tobias,” she said, her voice so soft and broken that it sounded more like a frightened little girl than the confident young woman she had become. “I just feel like... like I’m failing.”

“Failing?” He asked, brow furrowed. “How?”

“The attack was two months ago now; everyone's moving on, the world’s moving on... and I was doing better... you know I was... and look at me now. I'm a fucking mess. I feel like I’m right back where I started.”

“Casey. You experienced an extremely traumatic event, and two months is nothing. You’re doing great.”

“I thought I was. I was progressing, but the world is so damn dark again, and I feel like a failure.”

“Hey,” he moved closer and placed a hand on her knee. “Look at me. You are not a failure. Do you understand? Casey, progress isn’t a straight line, and setbacks are a normal part of recovery. Be gentle with yourself. I promise you, the sun will come out again; you won’t be in the darkness forever.”

“I want to believe that," she sniffled. "But right now... I can’t.”

“You don’t focus that far ahead. You just keep doing the work and get through the moment. I’ll believe for you until you can do it on your own because there is no doubt in my mind that you’ll get there.”

Casey took a deep breath and closed her eyes; when she opened them, she had the faintest of smiles on her lips.

“If I take a nap, would you stay?” She asked.

“Of course.”

“I’d like to shower first, though.”

“Yeah,” he chortled. “That might be a good idea.”

“Wow. Really?” she chided.

“Hey, tell me...” he teased. “When’s the last time you did?”

“Shut up,” she smirked, grabbing clean pajamas from her drawer. She stopped and ran her hands over the soft fleece, appearing to be deep in thought. “I really appreciate all you do for me, even when I can't show it. I hope you know that.”

“I do,” he smiled. “I'm happy to be here for you, Casey. Now go take that shower.”

“All right,” she grinned, and for the first time since he arrived, it was a genuine smile.

Once she was gone, he brought the leftovers to the kitchen. He could hear Casey and Sienna’s muttered voices at the end of the hall and picked up his pace to give them privacy, but as he returned to Casey’s room, Sienna turned away from the bathroom door, her cautious optimism morphing into absolute glee. Grabbing Tobias's arm, she pulled him toward Casey's room.

"You did it!" She beamed the moment the door closed behind them. "We've been trying to get her in the shower for days, and she wouldn’t budge. But you’re here less than an hour, and ... viola! I’m amazed!"

"Thanks,” he shrugged. "But I didn't do anything special. I just..."

A wave of the tiny but mighty woman's hand brought him to silence. "I know you're not the humble type, Tobias. So do me a favor and spare me the false modesty. Casey will be in there in ten minutes, tops, and I need your help here.”

"Here?" He raised a brow. "In her bedroom?"

"Yes. I haven’t been able to get her to shower or change her bedding all week. You can help me with the bedding.”

“You sure that’s smart? I mean, you’re her best friend. I’m not sure she'd want me poking around her bed, you know?”

“What do you mean?” Sienna snickered. "I am her best friend, so I know where the toy drawer is. You don't have to worry about finding any under her bed."

"That's NOT what I meant!" he blurted, and Sienna took delight in his astonishment.

“I know,” she threw a comforter his way. “I'm teasing you.”

Tobias decided to focus on the task at hand, and they quickly changed the sheets and blankets. When Sienna fluffed Casey’s pillows, she stopped to watch Tobias tucking the bedding in so it was just right, and she felt her heart warming.

“Tobias, can I be honest with you?"

"Of course."

"I was jealous of you right after the attack.”

“Of me? Why?”

“Because I’m Casey’s best friend, and she was rebuffing me and latching on to you.”

“But that wasn't anything against you. Casey was just dealing with... a lot, and it was easier to be around someone who was kind of an outsider like me. She was too afraid to let you down - it was nothing personal."

“I know that. That’s why I took a step back. Casey's well-being was all that mattered. She needed someone, and she had you. I want to thank you for everything you've done for her.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said with a wave of his hand. “I’m happy to help. If anything, I want to thank you.”

“Me?” Sienna asked. “Why?”

Tobias returned to the chair, pausing momentarily to choose his words.

“When Casey and I became friends again, after the attack... most of her friends all but threatened me. Actually, some did threaten me. And I understand why... given our history, there was reason to question my motives. I’m not stupid. But not you... you always made me feel welcome, and I appreciate it.”

“I just try to focus on the bright side,” she shrugged. “I saw you the night of the attack; no one can fake that level of worry and concern. It was clear how much you cared for her. I chose to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I have been watching you... I’ve watched you like a freaking hawk... and if I had seen the slightest reason to doubt you, I would have swooped in like you were an injured squirrel I planned to devour for lunch!”

“You know... you’re starting to scare me.”

“Good!” Sienna smiled. “But you never gave me a reason to worry. You’ve been nothing but helpful and kind, and it means so much to me.”

“Well, thank you for saying that. I promise you, Sienna, I’d never take advantage of her. I’d never hurt again. You have my word.”

Sienna grabbed a pillow from Casey’s bed and held it close against her chest. “I believe you,” she smiled. “Do you love her, Tobias?”

The tender moment changed in an instant when Tobias jerked into an upright position, his eyes as wide as if that hawk was swooping down for him after all.

“What?” he gasped. “Love? No! No... it’s not like that... we’re friends! I told you I want to help her. I’m not trying to get her into bed or anything! You have to....”

“Relax,” Sienna interrupted. “I’m not accusing you of anything sordid. I’m asking you if you love her.”

Tobias shifted uncomfortably, and Sienna was devastated that she wouldn't be able to share these delightful details with Casey later. The great Dr. Carrick sputtering like a child caught with their hand in a cookie jar... no, she'd save this story for her wedding toast instead.

“I care about Casey.. very much, but no, no... it’s not love...it’s not....”

“OK,” Sienna said matter-of-factly; her words attempted to put him out of his misery, but she couldn't wipe away that smirk.

“What?” he asked defensively.

“Oh, nothing,” she sang. “But you seem to forget what I told you... I have been watching Tobias. And I see everything.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he demanded, but Sienna was already heading toward the door.

“Nothing. You’re free to join me in the living room until Casey’s done.”

Giving up on the conversation, Tobias picked up his book and got comfortable in the chair. “I’m good here... Varma’s inside, and... she scares me a little.”

“She scares everyone a little,” Sienna concurred. “You read, but I’m right down the hall if you need anything.”

“I appreciate it,” he nodded. “Oh, and Sienna, there is a ton of leftover Thai in the fridge. Feel free to have some.”

“That sounds great! I think I will.”

“Oh, just one thing... don't eat the shrimp Pad Thai. That's Casey's favorite. I'd like her to have it when she's ready for a midnight snack."

"It is her favorite," Sienna said, her smile stretching ear to ear. "I wouldn't dream of touching it. And Tobias..." she said, slowly closing the door as she left.

"Yes?"

"Remember... I see everything."

If you're new to their story and want to read the next part as I fill in the gaps, you can read The Fine Print. Thanks so much for reading!

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