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only-lonely-lovers · 5 months

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08.01.2022

tags: blowjobs, handjobs, sick during sex

Bird is あ / Avvy is つ / sometimes, I color text to delineate dialogue a little more

あ：Alsooo… randomlyyy…. I got such a…… like…. sentimental thought amdist this all, thinking about Tsukasa getting to receive Amane's first non dry nut. was just like ah…………. if it could be so sweet……. [looks out window] vacationing here for a minute mentally

つ：it would be very sweet… a sheer luck of the draw…… I feel like dis

あ：how touching. [pets]

つ：mlim mlem

あ：You know it's embarrassing but whenever I am thinking about alive twins… [brain, memetically: Alive sex with my Alive twin] , i think of Amane most receptive to something when sick lol. He's… shitty, like that, I guess-? The mental state of "i deserve some freaking… PLEASURE!!!!!!!" helps triumph his stupid kid brain. But it's funny bc i think of this as being applicable even past chronic sickness early early times, like, it's 9 yo Amane just battling a cold lol. and is like [jenny fussily shoving popcorn aside] MGUHH….

つ：no tolerance for limits, he has experienced enough of that

あ：I imagine that having some fever for a week as a kid is like NOT AGAIM…………. kind of emotion… but also Tsukasa is immediately at your bedside once more

つ：tsukasa engage nurse mode

あ：It literally can't ever be as bad as it was (i think the magic of the wish guarantees this basically) but a sore throat and being headachey is like… im gonna lose it easily on the precipice of losing it

つ：engage a little fussy boyking

あ：On Tsukasa's end… I'm sure sliding into the role of attending to Amane is as hardwired as ever… Though I wonder if he ever has a bit of that sad dog emotion, like ah i can't keep Amane from feeling this sort of thing… [and maybe, sometimes, a little paranoid that the magic is undoing by having returned] but basically just a more fretting touchy tsukasa…. and more fussy boyking amane… who is like……. ……… more receptive to weirdness.. kind of frog in boiling water gets to permitting a blowjob lol. but it's funny I do think it's like -- and keep those shorts on…. don't you take out your weiner during this i dont want htat the answer to which is just like haiiii

つ：it could be so wordlessly negotiated.

an amane who is already sometimes jerking off, who now is like. I DONT WANNA WAIT FOR TSUKASA TO LEAVE AND I DONT WANA CALL HIM BACK IN WHEN IM DONE AND I DONT WANT etc

あ：it's like peak need to jerkoff times

つ：I don’t wanna explain. I don’t wanna jerk off my arm is tired

あ：i can't be sick and blueballing.. might as well send me to hell

つ：I’m sleepy…. It’s not gonna go down on it’s own it never does I don’t wanna go all the way to the bathroom to shower, and he’ll follow me there anyway to help if I do I don’t wanna tell him off for that either…. urhg😑

あ：honestly i love how. intrinsically selfish hwfhhg… all of it is in my nature. i'm on my throne!!

つ：its cute to think of a handy naturally evolving to a bj as a result of just tsukasa wanting to keep it clean and tidy, and amane just like ajahdidhd rrgghfjf ah weird again… weird… weird . tsukasa. Burntghfg FINE. Holds head in place. like some girl in a porno….! Fine…..

あ：If the inception is wordlessly grabbing Tsukasa's hand, huffily shoving it down btwn legs. actually i like how much it'd have to be like sigh [and i use my hand to wrap your fingers around it] … [moves it up and down] … the amount Tsukasa would be like [just keeps moving while staring O.O seems like such an efficiency thing. and then you put your mouth on it and its like JFHKDSGJLF;DH!!!!!!! god. [but is experiencing warm wet] fhdfgjkfg.. and stay there. fine i can't be responsible then. you chose this

つ：if that’s how you want to do it.

あ：if that's how we do thinggsssss fine. but the ah. embarrassment. of getting like. wiggly. hips shuffling. the water………. it is warm, and good [spaces out] actually this is fine

つ：don’t want to be wiggling and humping. begins fading under the water no…. It’s fine… (sinks further into futon like he’s in a massage chair. closes eyes and tilts head back and exhales)

あ：it's just this one time………… whatever………. i was having a really annoying day

つ：just something easy… taken care of for me….

I think tsukasa is just dutiful and trying his best. Might as well be doing katanuki out here silent and focused you can’t look at him he’ll be so wide eyed and stare and thinking too obviously . amane knows not to look at him

あ：it is a tsukasa that's like, i must catch the shrimp… [focused]

i think it's a big deal whenever amane engages something that has never happened before. i think… a young tsukasa has a like, more pressing sense of 'this could never happen again…' 'i must be good…'

つ：perhaps…. Like ice cream 🍦? Or perhaps. Like lollipop?🍭

あ：i don't want the only time i do this to be bad. :<

つ：very look for responses. I don’t want amane to be sadder he is so sick he is feel bad. It’s like a massage here? maybe it’s like licking fingers after a meal

あ：mwah mwah…. mlem mlem

つ：my hand was up and down moving… mmmmmmlml. I think once tsukasa thinks to bob experimentally it’s JOLTS bucks into. Feels sinking dread immediately

あ：some emotion of like. uh oh[9:39 PM]wait what's goin on down there

つ：envisions tsukasa as leech don’t you look at him you’ll regret it

あ：the greatest mistake would be to look down for a second. sand in your eyes

つ：ahhh andhdhdidjsn but first non dry is SOOO FUNNY the way boys are like p-PEEED???????

あ：yes alsdfkgh i keep thinking abotu this element… made me PEE

つ：why did it feel so good to pee

あ：i never asked for this

つ：never again. don’t jerk off for weeks at all costs

あ：in my mind's eye its like amane looks down at tsukasa for one second and is like ANGHG. [seals eyes shut and hands fly down there to like grasp face] [but in doing so its like shhhahshhh…. humps more against… pops in and out of mouth a lil] tsukasa is like in reality starstruck like whoa so much is happening

you then come and youre like ?!? FKJHG PEE?????????? WHY did i pee into tsukasa. NO

つ：he looks intense right now….. amane rarely looks like this!!!! Really red!!! sweaty!!!

あ：whoa,,,, [gets mouthful of nut] WO

つ：A GIFT?!?🎁 oh he had to pee ?!? ah, so he didn’t have to stand up….! is that what we do now?👍 okay!

あ：yosh somehow is like. thats really smart of him. i will let him pee in my mouth

つ：he’s sick so it’s good he doesn’t have to go all the way!! It’s a good idea!! very smart we could have been doing this when he was super sick

あ：things that would make your parents scream to conceptualize

つ：get over here I gotta piss

あ：i imagine after this it's so like i can't even look at you i'm sorry. but also you almost feel bad like that ltierally wasnt my goal im sorry. [p-pat]

つ：I think tsukasa is like AMANE….! And it’s like. Shhh.

あ：like on amane's end: I'M NOT TRYING TO TURN MY BROTHER INTO SOME.. RECEPTICAL

つ：I’m gonna. Sleep. Rolls over. tsukasa: HAI! good night.

あ：wordlessly pats you while not facing you it happened, okay? can we please move on

つ：either does not sleep or immediately passes out as a result of nut exhaustion tsukasa just licking the inside of his mouth like dog with peanut butter plep mlep mlm smek

あ：it might take a second but i do think it'd be funny if it was like. that really did relax my body. after along day. oyasumi snzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz sleeps so hard and audibly

つ：touch throat…. swallow a few times… lick teeth. all this while amane sleeps. think a lot about…. Something that was inside Amane is now inside you….. passed warmly over…. Never cold for a second.

あ：like this boy

つ：watches you sleep

あ：really something to feel like. very grateful for thank you. STARES. it is in me……………. [imagines it like melding into insides] hyaa..

つ：I wonder when we will do it again. (IN FIFTY YEARS)

あ：the most -- ive seen this car ebfore alternate bonus comic is amane in the following week having to be like it was come.

つ：AHHHH THE DREAD IF IT ALL learned a lesson.

あ：we LITERALLY can never talk about this again i am sorry makes you wish it was piss

つ：wish he peed innocently. Even selfishly

あ：i was wrong. i should have just wanted to use tsukasa as a water bottl to pee in for a second. it woudl be better than what i did

つ：somehow he thinks this

you must pray that tsukasa never has a brain blast memory blurt moment around nene about it because he would still remember it as “THAT TIME AMANE PEED IN ME”

あ：fhsdhfhgh the IDEA of like the girlies are talking. ohhh we're just fondly reminiscing on our guy. and i swear tsukasa is like [donk] OHHHHHHHHHH [slaps hands on table]

つ：amane has to decide in a moment. Do I lie to nene and corroborate this “I was sick and a child and I couldn’t get up” fable or do I lie and pretend tsukasa is crazy or do I correct tsukasa that it was not pee does that look better to anyone

あ：like a gun is to his head

つ：this is a QuickTime event

あ：It's like Nene asked an innocent question addressing the incest in the room like… have you guys… ever …? anything…

つ：and amane is like looking like it’s a crazy question and ofc not… like I can’t dignify it with a response

あ：She misunderstands the situation

つ：but tsukasa drops this bombshell like AH WAIT!! WE DID SOMETHING LIKE YOU AND NENE CHAN DO… SORTOF!

HE WAS SICK! AMANE WAS SICK! it wasn’t really the same but it was… (touching lip wondering if it is the same? What makes it different? Hmmmm)

あ：one time🥰 !! i remember now😆

つ：amane is like tsukasa… don’t lie to her….

あ：Why are you like trying to stoke this delusion wth

つ：whatever you’re thinking, this isn’t a “sort of like that” kind of topic…. amane like sex is cut and dry… we did not…. there is no sort of.

あ：in a slow moving nightmarish like fashion, tsukasa is like ahhh but you know it was sorta like… i mean [bends over, opens mouth, puts hand in position of wrapped around cock] ne, ne, remember? amane, you were like… [moves hand]

つ：… and then….! (NENE IS RIVETED) you went pee!!!

oh wait. Is that embarrassing? Ah, he was sick !! he didn’t have to get up so it was a little different, ne? but it looked the same (DOES MOTIONS AGAIN)

あ：the way the goons in the room ar elike [looking at amane] who has to be like "." the one guy in the room who knows it wasnt pee. but what a fucking soulja boy dont you dare tell

つ：nene like. P. Peed….? Tiny text. un…. …. In….? un.

あ：you - you really mean like…. ᵖ⁻ᵖᵉᵉ…. ᶦⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰˀ

つ：b-… because he was sick….? HAI.

あ：ʰᵃⁿᵃᵏᵒ⁻ᵏᵘⁿ…… ᵏᶦᵐᵒᶦ like wtf.. oh………. so you were always Hanako-san of hte bathroom…………..

つ：I was helping ! I like to help. All day he went right to sleep after…..!

あ：the idea of tsukasa kind of like gormlessly reminiscing for a moment like ahh yeah that was good… it really was like um… mmm… [pantomimes licking] yeah….

つ：smek smek

あ：CHOt-to matte. [but like says nothing] is just like broken glass textured

つ：crinkly there’s no good defense…. There’s no good move.

do not want to say no I wanted to jerk off and I. I am a PSYCHOTIC PERSON SO I MADE MY BROTHER???? oh but you don’t get it cuz I KNEW HE WOULD DO IT HAPPILY????????

あ：it's all so conceptually funny though like lying., not saying anything. telling the truth. NONE OF IT.[10:08 PM]nothing is good

つ：nothing. nothing is good. Maybe just be like. I don’t remember that. and tsukasa will just be like awe really? That’s ok I forget things and nene is like…. You can forget peeing in y

あ：somehow…. I don't believe you………. hanako-kun.

つ：how can you forget something like that….. amane: must have been a high fever. I guess.

あ：[very ironed out tone, devoid of emotion] It was just so long ago. Think about it Yashiro. Do you think you would remember every single thing that happened to you 50 years ago. I don't even remember 10 years ago Do you remember everything from your childhood NOW. I bet not. So let's just accept it.

つ：tsukasa is like nod

あ：Nene is griffin ebing like i dunno why you're tryin to fuckin. sweep this one under the rug

つ：and nene is just like. brow furrowed. Going to talk to tsukasa more now or later

あ：this really is like trying to find out about hanako playing a steel drum

つ：she’s like he’s definitely acting weird. he definitely remembers but is it worse or better, the truth?

あ：It's the sort of thing where Nene cleaning her hamster cage that night has the braincells to be like if Hanako-kun really had 0 memories of this he would be wayyy more like… "Tsukasa! Gross. what are you even saying that never happened. dummy." but instead he's all… dodgy eyed and arms crossed, saying "What? I can't even remember" … trying to make it about memory or something, I must conduct my own investigation

つ：tsukasa. nnh did You do it. For. A while? like only for a second or….

💭it was…. A while!! Ah, oh, I didn’t know it was to help him pee! ….. help…?

あ：this is a little bit like a therapist helping a repressed victim

つ：wait… what was the ah. Pretense to this he didn’t…. Just, ask you….upfront? (Why is that worse seeming…. What is this conversation)

あ：I've got a bad feeling about this somehow

つ：OH RIGHT! he put my hand on it first! like the other thing you do!!! (JERKOFF MOTION)

あ：tsukasa, cheerily -- ah, amane doesn't like to ask for stuff ^^ hehe… like… he doesn't like to ask for anything ever!! :D [tone of: we know this❤️]

つ：(dumb) he made him j, jerk, jerk him off, then p, peed in, his mouth after?????!?!?

あ：he didn't say anything he grabbed my hand! so that's why I didn't know.

つ：tsukasa….. y…. you’re really okay with…. All that?

😄yosh

あ：mochiron😗

realizing this is funniest in a world where tsukasa is still very background role during 3way like he hasnt been permitted to suck cock. like Nene just has to be like wtf my heart is breaking for you

つ：LIKE THAGS ALL HE GETS!??? PEED IN WHILE TOU WERE SICK AND LAZY????? I BET IT WASNT EVEN A BAD COLD

あ：tsukasa seeing nene get visibly sad and tilts his head like. oh nene-chan doesn't need to be sad. i felt real special. and… i think i did get to do it for a long time. longer than i thought!

if was just hands first too… i didn't even know mouth was something he wanted -- i think i? wait… i think i put my mouth on it without thinking… and he liked it, he held my head-- and i remember thinking 'oh! amane likes it!! i'll hold still…' ……. hmm…. i wonder if he realized he had to pee… then? … ?? i dont know how he planned it… hm… [becomes like. contemplative]

its like wait the chronology. how does this work

つ：tsukasa kun…. how did he… move…. (gears beginning to turn… )

あ：the girl who sucks cock has entered the chat

つ：the experienced.

あ：time for it to become the ultimate wigging. tsukasa like AHH he started moving a lot more… mnnn =w= [a moment of ahh wasnt that good… yeah….]

つ：his hips….! and grabbing………

あ：he pushed INto my mouf

つ：ff. And then. Peed, you say?

あ：[sticks finger in] god the part about tsukasa that's brutal is how much he has 0 reason to be self conscious about pantomime or demonstration of anything cock was in my mouth like this . [rubs my finger against my gums]

つ：tsukasa-kun……………… that. Doesn’t sound “sort of” like what me and your brother do…. that sounds exactly the same. did he … say….. it was….. p. pee?

あ：no he said SHHH. and oyasumi

つ：ah….. (like a criminal…)

あ：

つ：WHY DID GANAKO FUCK TSUKASAS MOUTH ANDRHEN GO TO BED

あ：monstah… wtf why couldnt he even say thank you. HELP

つ：gonna confront hanako about this alone later like HANAKO KUN!! I know tsukasa puts up with whatever but—!! ALSO, YOU ARE A LIAR

あ：tfw nene has seen hanako at age like 8 so she can approximate what that mf looked like… like… OOHHH!!! THAT LITTLE DEVIL…

つ：ITS NOT FAIR TO ACT ANNOYED AND PLAY DUMB!!!!

あ：[but also the like shota porno theatre nene's brain engages with for a moment] [just thinking about tsukasa sucking cock for a second] wait. [shakes head] anyways.

つ：(going off like a lunatic like THE SHOES!!!!) ALSO IT TOTALLY WASNT P . PEE!! YOU— YOU!! DEFINITELY—!!! YOU— THE OTHER THING

あ：you love hanako being confronted and having to feel like SHUT!!!!! UGH

つ：it gets so 10 year olds in here IM FINE WITH IT, YOU KNOW???? HAPPENING, I MMEAN!!!

あ：[covers her mouth] QUIET YOU LISTEN…. okay. it's not what you think. [unnecessarily self righteous] IT WAS SUPPOSED TO JUST BE A TUG SO I COULD SLEEP I WAS VERY TIRED!!!!! AND VERY SICK , IF I COULD REMIND YOU. THESE WERE 79.99 AT MACYS WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME

つ：it’s like gasp he admits it!!!!! despite being so I knew it she’s like I CANT BELIEVE IT

あ：balls out united LISTEN TO YOURSELF….

つ：nene calming down a little. So he really admits

あ：but so funny to leap just to defending self like ok you got me. , my secrets out💔 but i wasnt like trying to start shit except the way that i did start it all💔

つ：right hanako like. He’s the one who put his mouth there I wasn’t even thinking like that at that age

あ：i just was like. fine. If tsukasa wants it .

つ：I was sick… my will was weak.

あ：i was tired. what was i supposed to do . would you prefer i smack him… im sorry. was i supposed to be like tsukasa stop. gross. mongrel

how is a guy supposed to think straight also like… suddenly getting sucked off.

つ：hanako-kun…….. was it….. did you…. like it….. at all…..?

あ：what kind of question is that. this is one of those -- ITS SELF EVIDENT… it was warm and wet

つ：…. is that what things are to you

あ：and i came.

つ：!!!??

あ：it's all self explanatory why do you want to hear i loved it or something ….!!!!!!!@!! would that somehow make this better

つ：t— well— !! T. Tsukasa-kun t, talks about, it…. So fondly…. its!!! It’s just a bit sad if it’s….. if— if you— of COURSE ITS BETTER, if you , both,

あ：……… …. ………………………….. ……… .. ………………. ᶦᵗʷᵃˢ ʳᵉˡᵃˣᶦⁿᵍ

つ：…..

あ：i felt relaxed.

つ：ah….. that’s nice…..

あ：that was . all that was wanted

i had a headache and a sorethroat. [to hanako this sounds like serious but externalized it rly is like. ohh and my little pawsies were sore….] slept hard after. so. like. it happened okay

you dont know what its like. to have a brother who would do anything for you

つ：(fidgeting) I … don’t……………………… th, thank you for …. Being honest with me…

あ：[goes to sit on the roof]

つ：time to remember that day. It’s my choice

あ：oh but i hope nene is like. i must tell tsukasa-kun it was come and also that he remembers it and likes it, before hanako-kun thinks to forbid me from it

つ：oh it’d be like TSUKASA KUN IT WAS THE SAME THING!!!!!! IT WASNT PEE!!!!!!!

NOT PEE???!??? whaaaaaaat????

あ：Tsukasa for like 1 second being like ??? the elephant… (sad) what…. the pee died

つ：my memories….

hanako-kun!! He remembers that day!! he! Spoke fondly of it! To me! h-he said you’d…. Do anything for him…. And that I couldn’t understand…………. (dokis about this fsr)

あ：lol like hanako accidentally said something so loaded in the middle of his prissiness

つ：BUT TSUKASA KUN…. HHe. He….! (whisper) c . came. Like he does with. Me! back then….! back then…. it was like that….

あ：the blithe Tsukasa sitting here like…. …..??? ………… …..💭〰️➰➿➰〰️➰〰️🔣🔢🔤🔤🔠.... 🅿🅿.….

つ：ah as always when amane say nice thing it’s like hyuuuuoooo….

あ：🚰…. i would do anythinbg

つ：it was the same……. (holds his hand)

あ：oh for tsukasa to have ONE… MOMENT… of like…. ////// um… i had it first… ……… // uhebe..a. a eeeeu like girlishly for a second. duhhhh

つ：grabbing own kimono lapels as if holding himself in place so he does not fly into stratosphere

tsukasa-kun….. beat me to it ^^……! hehe

ah but I do think processing it is like. Stares. Seizes a bit. Open mouth breathes

あ：like for-real processing

forced to walk something back that was originally pleasant and accepted as a matter of convenience, tooo… umnn… brought pleasure….? sp… special….

つ：hanako is standing behind something nearby as he does perhaps

it is enough to be an asset, of use, but ah…. Fondly…..? Thinking finally like oh…. That is what coming amane is like….. I just…. Hadn’t seen it, before….

あ：i think it kind of snowballs also w the fact that tsukasa has spectated blowjobs in present day and is like ……… that happened to me….. i know he lieks those………..

つ：I didn’t know what it was…. but the scent…. was different.

あ：[replays footage in mind] wait… ah…… it was the same…. wasnt it…. held my head… that is what he does…

つ：simply now footage of being mouth fucked by a tired sickly amane humorously like becoming palms and knees on the ground the memories

あ：oh besott. by the MEMORIES…

つ：nene is like. watching. Hoping she did the right thing. Here

あ：kind of feel like im watching someone go thru. stages of grief?

つ：but…. Even if nothing “happens” again.. if it’s not meant to…. He deserves to have clarity on this event

maybe it was a fluke…. A weird blip, maybe it was the result of a fever, maybe Hanako wants something different now (her…..)….. but what was true then is still honorable

あ：nene does just get to feel happy she reported a truth, at least… not let it be buried forever

tfw. i think this could reach such an internal intensity though of like mnughgh h……. did that to me….. even before he killed me…. [toxic clouds forming around Tsukasa's head] mhuahhnmg.g.g…… i;ve had it all

つ：tsukasa grabs over his chest where he was stabbed…. Heart…

あ：what a lovely gesture that could happen silently at times, unbeknownst to nene… the meaning behind it… cutely reading like some doki doki sort of gesture and i mean it is

つ：just no idea how deep it go.

あ：also i like how much seal touch could also be a thing… like goddd me be property

all of this. and anane is like behind some curtains or whatever.

つ：…….. thank you. Nene-Chan.

…. I wish…. He could just talk to you himself…. Really. But—! I’m glad I’m here, to help you…. I…. Think there is more than hanako-kun…. Will talk about… to either of us

あ：he is a lockbox of a boy. that you need to hand back and forth to get anywhere with. sighh…

つ：he’s the way he is…. So, working together seems like it’s for the best, for both of us, isn’t it? Maybe we’ll get the whole picture, some day…

I thought…. I thought something like this. Must be true. That there was something….! I can tell— the way he looks at you, sometimes—!!

あ：perhaps a good moment for teh girlies to hold hands. support in these trying times just a very quiet tsukasa….hru

つ：flash some smiles at each other. Lace fingies some cute little dancing hands around

あ：Tsukasa: [uncontrollably ominous] I think together…. we will get the full picture💜

つ：nene thinking ah… tsukasa is humble, but he IS pleased to have more we definitely will…..!!

あ：thinking to herself like, logically-!!!!! of course… he feels so happy to know things and be appreciated!!!!!!! he is a human bean

つ：amane does not want a full picture I do not want to see it bad picture

あ：none of that shit thank you

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astralaffairs · 3 years

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(i could never nag anyone to do anything thanks to my handy dandy anxiety disorder) BUT in the spirit of the spicy content you've provided in the past few days, imagine pres thom and aftercare. i mean how sweet he must be....

i got carried away w/ this oops :)) it takes place btwn their wedding n his inauguratiom

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“Hey, shh, c’mere.”

Y/N could feel herself crying, even if it wasn’t fully conscious; the minute Thomas untied her hands, she curled into herself, but she didn’t put up any resistance when he pulled her into his arms, cradled her against his chest.

“I’ve got you, alright?” he murmured, and the concerned look he wore softened when she clung to him, her arms around his neck. He rubbed circles softly into her lower back. “You’re safe. It’s alright; just relax, sweetheart.”

They sat in silence a few moments, then, leaning against the headboard as Thomas pressed soft kisses to her hair and to her arms, where they were close enough to his mouth. He shifted her on his lap, and she whimpered against his skin.

“You okay?” he whispered. When she just gave a noncommittal hum, he muttered into her hair, “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” Her words were muffled, her face buried into his chest, but they made him smile. He smoothed her hair back and lifted her chin. Her eyes still watered; her gaze was hesitant as she glanced up at him.

“Everything feelin’ okay? Anything hurt?”

“I’m fine.” She reclined against his arms, tilted her head back when he kissed the red marks his fingers had left on her neck.

“You sure?”

“Promise.” Her smile was halfhearted, and he furrowed his brow when she didn't meet his eyes, cupping her face in his hand.

“What d’you need? Water? Food?” he asked, “If you want, I can draw a bath, get you cleaned up, or we can just go to sleep ‘n worry about all that in the morning.”

She sniffled, shrugged. “Food sounds nice,” she mumbled, but when she frowned, she went on. “But ‘m okay. Don’t go off to the kitchen. I don’t wanna be alone.”

“Relax, I’m not gonna leave you.”

"Okay," she whispered, pulling herself up to bury her face in the crook of his neck. He massaged her back when she turned to straddle his lap, and she hummed contentedly. "That feels nice."

"Good." He kissed her shoulder. "Want you to feel good."

"I do." She finally leaned back, looking him in the eye. His hands were gentle as one came to rest at her waist, the other pushing her hair away from her face. "Are you alright?"

"Am I alright?" he repeated, and when she shrugged hesitantly, he gave her a reassuring smile. "I'm just fine, sweetheart. 'M a little more worried about you, right now." He leaned in toward her, but he stopped himself short, running his thumb along her cheekbone. "It okay if I kiss you?"

At the concern in his quiet voice, the tentativeness in his actions, she smiled, pulling him closer. "Of course," she whispered, kissing his lips softly, and when he went on, kissing her cheek tenderly, her smile widened. "You're sweet."

"Dunno if you're gonna be singing the same tune when you wake up covered in bruises tomorrow," he warned, and although he meant the words to be playful, worry permeated his voice; she could feel it in every press of his lips against the side of her head, with every nervous brush of his hands against her body. He was treating her like fine china, afraid that if he held on too hard, she just might shatter. She shook her head.

"Don't talk like that," she murmured, pulling his face back to hers with a hand under his cheek. He raised an eyebrow. "I hate when you talk after sex like you did something wrong. You know I wanted all this, don't you?"

"Yeah, I know," he reassured her, resting his forehead against hers. "I just worry."

"I know you do." Her hold on his body tightened; she pulled him closer, if only because she could tell he was too hesitant to do it himself. "Love you, Thomas."

His smile was watery. "I love you, too."

She rested the side of her head against his chest, kissed his collarbone, and her expression softened when he wrapped her in a blanket; she let her eyes fall shut. When he tucked it under her side and pulled it over her legs, he looped his other arm under her knees. She could’ve fallen asleep there quite easily as he nosed into her neck, kissed the blossoming hickeys on her soft skin, but when her stomach growled loudly, he sighed.

"Alright, we needa get you somethin' to eat." His words sounded final, and when he shifted under her, she pulled back with a concerned look.

"You said you'd stay with me," she protested, and he smiled, kissed her forehead.

"I know. I'm not leavin', but you should have a snack before you fall asleep, here."

"Forget a snack, I could go for a whole meal," she muttered, curling back into his chest, and he raised an eyebrow. "Can you make pancakes tomorrow? A big breakfast sounds nice."

"Aren't you hungry now?"

"I can wait."

He huffed at her words and a surprised yelp escaped her when he swung his legs over the side of the bed and pushed himself to his feet, her still resting in his arms. Her eyes flew open.

“Thomas, what are you doing?” she asked, and despite the trace of panic in her voice, a laugh permeated her words. He grinned.

“What, don't you want pancakes?” he asked, and her sigh was exasperated. “We’re going to the kitchen.”

“You could’ve given me some warning before carrying me through your penthouse,” she murmured, shoving his chest lightly.

“Our penthouse,” he corrected her. She rolled her eyes, curling back into his chest.

“Your penthouse. I just live here.”

“Oh, hush.” He shook his head as he turned to the side, shuffling her through the doorway. “This place is every bit as much yours as it is mine. I don’t wanna hear it.”

“Whatever. Nothing in this place is mine.” She glanced up at him, wearing a wry smile, and he met her eyes with a raised brow. “Except you, of course.”

Her words made him laugh, but the quip was reassuring as she stretched up to kiss his collarbone; he was relieved that she was still feeling alright.

“What, you wanna remodel this place?” he offered. She cocked her head to the side. “We can redecorate, if you wanna.”

“You’d do that for me?”

“Sweetheart, if I haven’t already made it clear, I’d do just about anything for you.” He kissed her forehead as he set her down on the kitchen counter, tucking a cushion from one of the kitchen chairs under her. She hummed contentedly, pulling her blanket tighter around her. "You need ice for anything? I know tonight got intense."

She shook her head. "Nothing hurts too bad. It's nothing that I won't be able to sleep off." He furrowed his brow, and when she met his eyes, she added, "but I'll let you know if anything still hurts tomorrow, okay?"

"I'm holdin' you to that," he warned as he turned to withdraw a dish towel from the cabinet above the sink, ran it under the water from the faucet. He wrung it dry. “C’mere.”

Her eyebrows jumped when he pulled her to the edge of the counter by her thighs; her eyes widened when he parted her legs by the knees.

“Thomas,” she whined, shifting in his grasp when he used the rag to wipe both their drying cum from her inner thighs. The lukewarm water and the feel of his calloused fingers on her sensitive skin sent shivers down her legs. “Let me do that.”

“Ah, ah, ah.” He pulled the cloth away as she tried to take it from him, and she looked at him impatiently. He took a step closer to her; she raised her eyebrows, and he rested his forehead against hers. “C’mon, baby. Just lemme take care of you, alright? I’m the one who made this mess, anyway.”

“To be fair, it’s both our mess.” She rolled her eyes as he ran his hands up her legs. Despite everything, the feeling still made her skin jump under his touch as she rested her arms across his shoulders.

“Just lemme clean you off,” he said, and his pleading pout made her bite her lips, suppressing her endeared smile. “Please?”

“Must you be so overbearing?” she asked. He shrugged, unapologetic, and reluctantly, she leaned back onto her hands. His smile was soft as he leaned down to kiss her shoulder. She squirmed when he used the dishrag to wipe her pussy clean, and he laughed at her tiny whimper.

“Can’t you sit still?” He pulled back to look her in the eyes with his brows raised. Her scowl was playful.

“Not my fault you left me so sensitive.”

When she swatted his arm, his smile only widened as he leaned in to kiss her. She could feel his grin against her lips, more teeth than technique, and when his mouth found its way to her neck, she giggled.

“Love you,” he murmured against her upper chest, and she knit her hands into his hair, lifting his head back up to hers.

“I love you, too.” She kissed his nose. “Now, are we eating, or what? C’mon, Jefferson; I was promised food.”

“My apologies, Jefferson,” he replied, tone ironic, and she rolled her eyes.

“God, maybe marrying you was a mistake,” she huffed. His grin only broadened.

“‘S a little late for that regret, sweetheart,” he said frankly. “Can’t get an annulment, now, ‘n we’re moving into the White House in a month. You’re stuck with me.” He bumped his nose against hers, and she snorted.

“Oh, the horror.” He rolled his eyes at her words as he walked over to their pantry, and she watched him with a small smile. "Can you put chocolate chips in the pancakes?"

He peeked his head out from behind the pantry door. "I was thinkin' blueberry pancakes, tonight." When she stuck her bottom lip out in a sulking pout, he wore an amused smile.

"Oh, c'mon, I'm the injured one," she whined.

"Thought you said you were fine."

"I changed my mind." She shrugged when he emerged with the pancake mix and syrup, but he rolled his eyes.

"See, you manipulatin' me tells me loud 'n clear that you're doin' okay, sweetheart."

She huffed. "So no chocolate chips?"

"How 'bout half and half?"

She pursed her lips as he pulled the griddle out and plugged it in. "Only if you put sprinkles in the chocolate chip ones."

He laughed. "Alright, fair enough."

Her smile matched his when he kissed her forehead in passing before retrieving a bowl from the cabinet under her. His soft humming as he made the pancake batter, flicked water onto the griddle to see if it was hot enough, made her smile. He drizzled the first couple pancakes on, and she laughed softly when he made a smiley face out of chocolate chips in one.

"You're adorable," she said softly, and he glanced over at her with a smile.

"I try." The self-satisfaction in his voice made her laugh. She sniffled.

"I'm gonna go put on some clothes, alright?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You sure you're feeling good enough to be on your own, right now?"

"I'm fine, T," she promised, kissing his upper arm as he flipped a pancake. "Be right back."

"Can you grab me a pair of pants?" he called after her, and she only nodded.

She yawned as she padded across his cold hardwood floor, tugging at her hair to try and get the worst of the tangles out of it. She went straight for his dresser in their bedroom, disregarding her own, and when she slipped on one of his old college t-shirts, she pulled the hem up to her nose, inhaling deeply. She didn't bother to put anything on under them.

When she returned to the kitchen, she pushed herself up to sit on the counter right beside the griddle, watching Thomas as he cooked (and popping several of the blueberries he'd retrieved from the fridge into her mouth). He turned his head, raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"Thought you were the one who didn't want the blueberries."

"And I thought you wanted to put on a pair of pants." She raised her eyebrows, holding up his sweatpants, and he grinned as he took them from her.

"Hey, I was just gonna let you enjoy the eye candy for a little longer, but if you've had enough, I guess I can get dressed."

"Please," she snorted. "I have a whole life ahead of me to look at your limp dick. I think I'll manage."

"So mean," he complained, but as he put on the sweatpants, he leaned over to kiss her. "I still like thinking about the fact that you're stuck with me for the rest of your life, now. It doesn't get old."

"Yeah, but we will." She ate a handful of chocolate chips. "Are you really looking forward to bingo nights at our nursing home in fifty years?"

"Fifty years," he repeated softly, and when he sniffled, lifted his hand to wipe at his cheek, her eyebrows shot up.

"Thomas, are you crying?"

"No." His defense was weak; as he lifted his head, she could see his watery eyes.

"You're tearing up."

"'S not my fault you're makin' me sentimental," he said, jabbing her arm with his spatula. She giggled as she ducked away from it. "You know that kinda talk gets me emotional; don't you tease me."

"You're just giving me more reason to tease you, baby," she replied softly, but when he gave her a flat stare, she giggled. She kissed the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry. I can't help myself. I love you."

"Yeah, yeah, sure you do," he dismissed, and before she could defend herself, plastering on a pout, he turned to their spice cabinet. "What kinda sprinkles d'you want? Chocolate? Rainbow?"

"Rainbow, of course." He pulled them down from the shelf. "Chocolate chips and chocolate sprinkles would be overkill. Aren't you supposed to be the chef in this relationship?"

"Oh, shut it," he grumbled, and she squealed when he poked the side of her waist. He paused, though, when they heard his phone buzz behind him. "Hey, can you check on that for me?"

"Mhm."

He went on humming a tune she couldn't quite place as she grabbed his phone from where it was charging in the kitchen, and when she unlocked it, she laughed.

Thomas turned around. "What's so funny?"

She held up the phone with a grin. "Lafayette says he's going to file a noise complaint if we ruin another night of sleep for him."

Thomas rolled his eyes. "Guess we'll have to be quieter, next time."

"Maybe you should just buy me a gag."

Her words made him choke on his own spit.

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angeltrapz · 3 years

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howdy 💙 chainshipping ask time: on days when they’re feelin bad, what do they do for the other person? also favorite date night activities? + th first moment post-bathroom where they each realized they’d fallen in love w th other?

hi!! 💜

ooh I think abt this a lot actually. I think th two of them have a tendency 2 bottle things up, so it kind of takes a lil bit fr them to realize tht Hey, Someone Wants To Make Sure I'm Okay and fr them 2 then get to a place where they share how they're rly doing rather than bein like "no everything's fine wdym :)" but once they Do get past tht n r able 2 be honest w each other, it's a lot better fr both of them + honestly its own form of healing.

a lot of th time when Adam's having a bad day, he's either nonverbal or responds w as short of an answer as possible, so th big thing Lawrence does fr him is just let him know he's there when/if he's ready 2 talk + there's no stress 2 tell him what's wrong right away. tht's smth tht's rly important to Adam, n smth he appreciates greatly. often times, along w tht, Adam tends 2 seek out physical contact - so like coming up behind Lawrence while he's cooking breakfast n wrapping his arms around him, holding his hand when they're walking together, sitting close enough so their knees/shoulders/hips brush + just leaning into Lawrence's side altogether, etc. so another thing they do is either cuddle up on th couch or in th bedroom n they watch a few movies together. sometimes Lawrence will read 2 him too. it's rly all abt proximity + lil actions tht in reality r a wordless way 2 say "I'm here, it's okay, we'll get thru this together." Lawrence is patient, doesn't rush him, n stays close by. fr Adam, tht is more than enough + means th world. n it eventually leads 2 him being more comfortable voicing how he feels more often!!

Lawrence's bad days r a lil harder to catch bc even tho he knows Adam's there, he still feels a pretty intense amount of guilt + doesn't often feel tht he has like. a right 2 complain? bc I think, fr a long time, he views himself as th one most responsible fr what happened in th bathroom n how they got there. it takes a while fr him to break out of tht mindset, but th main thing Adam reminds him of is he's still here. bc Lawrence spends a lot of time thinking like, "if I wasn't a bad person, Jigsaw wldn't have chosen me or put my family in danger, therefore it's my fault + I need 2 atone somehow." Adam is aware of this, n they've found tht th best solution is fr him 2 just b very blunt n ask "well was I a bad person? was I so horrible tht Jigsaw chose me based on tht n I deserved what happened next?" n of course Lawrence will immediately be like "no of course not??? nothing u cld've done cld warrant tht?" (kinda like th way u mentioned Adam comforts William) so Adam gets to respond w "tht applies 2 u too, u know. yr not a bad person. nothing you cld've done wld warrant smth like tht, either."

n Lawrence mentally bluescreens th first time he hears Adam say tht bc it's just like. He's Right. if he doesn't think Adam is a bad person + deserved wht happened, why did he? so tht's like th big thing Adam does fr Lawrence. he reassures him tht despite his brain's best efforts 2 convince him otherwise, he is a good person who Adam loves n tht might've made mistakes, but they didn't warrant being chained to a pipe in a fucking bathroom somewhere w his family in danger + being tasked 2 kill his now-bf, christ.

favourite date night activities!! I think they're mostly p lowkey fr th most part just bc of like, th unease of potentially being around A Lot Of Ppl, but every once in a while they'll dress up a lil bit n go somewhere nice fr dinner bc Lawrence is a hopeless romantic + he likes being able 2 do tht fr Adam sometimes. Adam thought it'd be like, wayyyy too stuffy + uncomfortable esp bc it's not smth he's used to, but honestly it's rly fun n they get to spend time together, so in th end it's all fine! plus there's never any pressure 2 like, go all out w dressing up or anything, so tht's nice too. honestly, if Adam wasn't so in love w Lawrence, th way he holds his hand over th table while they skim thru th menu + talk abt what sounds good might make him think he was somehow th main character of a romcom.

a lot of times, too, they frequent this local diner tht Adam used 2 go to fr breakfast all th time when he n Scott were teenagers bc it was relatively cheap, th food was good, + th staff was full of kind ppl. the lighting is lowkey n they usually have some sort of seasonal decorations around th place, n it's just somewhere Adam feels Safe, which of course leads 2 Lawrence feeling tht way abt it too. it's rly nice fr when they still want to go out, but don't rly want to put too much effort into it (tht's not to say th diner is low-quality tho!). they're there so often some of th servers know them by name + are friendly w them, so there's tht too!

their favourite, tho, is nights in where they order takeout or delivery so tht neither of them have 2 cook (Adam is getting better w it, tho Lawrence still cooks fr th majority of th time) n they can just relax. sometimes they lay a bunch of blankets on th floor n camp out there, sometimes they make a pillow fort bc why not, n sometimes they just grab their favourite blanket n curl up on th couch while watching random TV fr background noise or movies. Adam’s head always ends up on Lawrence’s shoulder at some point. Lawrence will have an arm around his shoulder. sometimes Adam will rest his legs across Lawrence’s lap. it’s just being close + enjoying some downtime tht they both rly appreciate.

as fr th first time they realized they were in love each other... in all honesty, fr Lawrence, it was pretty much th moment Adam finally woke up in th hospital n looked at him n said “you came back fr me.” (like yr text game Still Life is Exactly how I see it happening!!) however, th first time Lawrence rly became CONSCIOUS of tht feeling n was able 2 put a name to it was honestly so simple and yet so meaningful. it was Adam standing in his kitchen th morning after he’d spent th night bc he cldn’t get to sleep on his own, too worked up n on edge n afraid 2 be alone.

it’s Adam in only a faded n too-big t-shirt n boxers trying 2 figure out how to use Lawrence’s keurig. it’s th sunlight streaming in frm th window above th sink n framing Adam’s face n turning his eyes this bright honey-green when Lawrence catches them. he’s in th middle of washing the dishes bc he’d been meaning to since th night b4, watching as Adam moves around n learns th placement of everything, his presence so natural-feeling tht it’s hard fr Lawrence to even imagine tht he hasn’t always been there. and then Adam turns 2 look at him bc he can feel him staring, his hands curled around a mug of hot coffee, eyes still half-lidded w remnants of sleep n hair a wild unruly mess, and he smiles - tht is when Lawrence truly realizes tht he loves him. he cldn’t imagine his life w/ out Adam in it. he can hardly remember how it felt to live w/ out him. tht’s when he knows.

I think fr Adam, th moment he became truly aware of how much he loved Lawrence was actually during one of his bad days where he was stuck in th mental bathroom, unable get out of his own head fr much longer than a few minutes at a time. he had gone mostly nonverbal n found the energy needed 2 keep up a conversation was just not smth he had, but instead of Lawrence being irritated by tht fact, he was going out of his way 2 be like, “I know yr not doing well, n tht’s okay, if u want 2 talk to me I’m here but if u don’t I’ll still b here anyways.” n tht’s like smth tht’s so foreign to Adam, ppl being willing 2 understand his struggles w things like speech n eye contact if he’s distressed + who don’t try 2 force him to power thru it, so tht first time he’s just sitting there on th couch, leaning against Lawrence’s side w/ his legs tucked up underneath him n w his weighted blanket covering them both, watching Lawrence fill out th crossword in th daily newspaper n just kinda coasting tht line between being present n checking out, he’s just like. Huh. This Is Nice.

bc no one’s ever rly offered tht kind of accommodation 2 him? esp not his parents, which is part of wht I mentioned earlier abt his tendency to bottle things up. neither of them have 2 say anything; it’s just comfy, reassuring, sitting so close + sharing a space while maintaining a comfortable silence bc Adam doesn’t think he can explain yet. n he looks up at Lawrence’s face, tracing th heavy line of his furrowed brows as he concentrates hard abt whatever word it is he’s trying 2 figure out, th tip of his tongue peeking out btwn his lips as he squints, occasionally mouthing a word or two, n tht’s kind of when it hits him. it’s just kind of like an internal ah, I see. Lawrence doesn’t mind tht he’s like this. he doesn’t badger him fr answers or expect him 2 be th perfect image of good mental health n is perfectly content 2 just sit w/ him as he rides it out. tht’s when Adam really gets tht this is love.

tysm fr this ask I had so much fun w it <3

#saw #adam #lawrence #thank u!!!!#I laid down earlier 2 see if it wld help but it. hasn't so #it's been. a long weekend in several different ways jdkds #I spend a lot of time thinking abt th polycule but I've spend Just As Much if not more time thinking abt these 2 lmao #spent*#long post #again. tysm!!

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roman-reigns-princess · 7 years

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Cat & Mouse (Roman Reigns): Chapter 1

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Read it on Wattpad Writing Masterlist

Summary: In a world of werewolves, and shapeshifters, WWE is a hotspot for such creatures. Lyra and her older half brother’s team are no different. Ever since she joined the company, Lyra and Roman had been undeniably attracted to each other, but nothing good ever comes easy. Will Lyra and Roman give in to each other? Or will Seth come between his sister and her happily ever after?

Warnings (will be edited as fic goes on): 18+, will be NSFW at some point, age difference (I guess? Idk what people consider an age difference, but I won’t specify her age, all Ima say is she’s like a couple yrs younger than Seth), smut (later on in the fic), Alpha!Roman

Lyra (OFC) Face Claim: Becky G (as she is now, not in 2014)

Word Count: 1441

A/N: This fic is set in Jan 2014 around the Royal Rumble (pls ignore the fact that the gif is post shield, he’s so cute). Honestly Seth and Dean are pretty irrelevant to the story and will probs only be here for like the 1st & 2nd chap, I just needed the Shield dynamic for angst btwn Roman and Lyra lmao. This is like my first actual fic in years so pls go easy on me 😅

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Lyra rushed to pack up her station; RAW was done for the day and it was less than a week till the Royal Rumble, so things were getting hectic even for makeup artists such as herself.

She was traveling with her brother and his partners as usual, and they always bugged her about packing up quicker. She scrambled around, frantically searching for her brushes; every other make up bag was packed away in her roller bag, except that one.

She grumbled to herself, knowing that Seth was going to chew her out for being late again. She got down on her hands and knees to check if she’d accidentally kicked it under a table, when a strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her up, making her yelp in alarm.

“As much as I love seein you with your ass in the air, we really gotta go, baby girl,” Roman’s deep voice rumbled in her ear as he set her on her feet; she could feel her face turning red as she stepped away. She just knew he’d be smirking when she turned to glare up at the Alpha standing behind her in his cargo style pants and a plain black t-shirt.

“I’m almost done, I’m just looking for one more thing,” she replied, choosing to ignore his blatant flirting.

Ever since she’d joined WWE as one of their permanent makeup artists, she’d caught the attention of WWE’s infamous Thoroughbred Alpha; Roman and her would flirt at any chance they got, constantly trying to find new ways to tease each other without Seth finding out.

But to Lyra’s dismay, Roman never let it go any further than a drunken New Years kiss; she knew he found her attractive, he never failed to let her know, but she couldn’t figure out if he was holding back because she was Seth’s sister, or perhaps he didn’t want to get involved with a half-human, half-shifter like her. Part of her wondered if he’d go further if she was half-werewolf, like her brother, instead of half-human.

Either way it left her frustrated and even more determined to get him to fuck her; but that moment wasn’t the right time for it, Seth was already annoying her with his rather hypocritical lectures about how he basically expected her to be a nun, she didn’t need him to bitch her out about punctuality.

“Hey girl, you left this by my station,” said one of the other girls working makeup that night, holding out a little black bag, her eyes flitting between Lyra and Roman before settling on the shifter with an amused look.

“Oh fuck, thanks, I nearly lost my shit when I couldn’t find my brushes,” Lyra said with a nervous laugh as she took the bag from the girl who gave them a small nod and walked away while Lyra stuffed the brushes into her roller bag and zipped it up. “Alrighty, I’m all done.”

“Okay we gotta hurry, think you can keep up? Or do I gotta carry you?” He said, grabbing the handle of her bag in one hand and her forearm with his other, dragging them both after him.

“Shut the fuck up, Reigns,” she huffed, barely managing to snatch her purse off the table as she struggled to keep up with his long strides, making him laugh in return.

She was thankful that the exit was fairly close as her short legs were starting to burn by the time they made it there; Seth had already pulled the car up with Dean riding shotgun. Her brother honked loudly at them, resulting in both Lyra and Roman flipping him off.

“Go ahead and get in, I’ll put your bag in the trunk with the rest of the shit,” said Roman, giving her ass a light smack, she shot him a dirty look but his back was turned to her. She got into the car behind Seth, and Roman joined soon after.

“Took you guys long enough,” Seth grumbled as he sped out of the arena parking lot, heading for the highway that would take them to their next destination.

“Hey don’t look at me, not my fault the little princess here couldn’t keep track of her shit,” Roman said with a shrug.

“Don’t throw me under the bus like that, asshole,” she hissed, punching his arm, which had absolutely no effect on him, but certainly made her regret that decision as her knuckles met hard muscle.

“I’m not gonna take the fall for you when you’re bein’ an irresponsible child,” he retorted, she rolled her eyes, scoffing as she pulled out her phone rather than reply. “Yo, Dean, move your seat up, man, I’m dyin’ back here.”

“You ain’t the only one with long legs, dude,” replied Dean.

“Fine, fine,” Roman muttered; Lyra was busy texting Naomi, whom she’d grown close with over the past few months, so she paid no attention to them until she suddenly found herself being crushed by the large Samoan as he took it upon himself to stretch out across the back seat.

“What the-damnit, Roman, get off me, you’re too big,” she squeaked, trying to push him off.

“Bet that’s not the first time he’s heard that,” Dean snorted, earning a fist bump from Roman, and cackle from Seth.

“Well, if you sit on my lap it’ll work out better for the both of us,” Roman suggested, shifting off of her temporarily. Lyra’s eyes snapped to her brother, or rather the back of his seat, wondering if he’d have a problem with it, but he didn’t seem to care as he hummed along to some 80s song playing on the radio.

“Okay, fine,” was her only reply; she was not going to say no to an opportunity to be pressed up against Roman, even if she was a little annoyed at him.

A year ago she would’ve refused the offer because shifters weren’t pack creatures, but after being around the Shield, and other werewolves in the company, she began to adapt to their pack mentality and the lack of personal boundaries with close friends.

Biting her lip, she moved to sit sideways on Roman’s lap, expecting him to leave her be, but to her surprise he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him so that her back was flush against his warm chest while he moved to stretch across the back seat. She couldn’t help but feel tiny as her smaller frame lay on top of his much larger one.

She was a little surprised at how relaxed she felt in his arms, but that feeling was soon replaced by tension when she felt his lips pressed up against her right ear.

“You see, babe, I’m great at making big things fit, I’ve had lots of practice,” Roman said soft enough so that only Lyra heard it. She felt the blood rush to her face, and she elbowed him in response, not trusting herself to say something, but she knew just how to get back at him.

“Anyone want a lollipop?” She asked as she opened up her purse; she smirked inwardly as she felt Roman shift beneath her.

“What’re you, a five year old?” Dean quipped, making her kick the back of his seat. “Hey, watch it, don’t think I won’t kick your ass just cause you’re Seth’s baby sis.”

“Calm down, the both of you,” Seth said, sounding more than a little exasperated. “And I’ll take grape.”

“You always finish my grape pops,” she grumbled as she handed one to him and picked out a cherry flavoured one for herself. “You’re buying me my next bag of candy.”

“Whatever, kiddo,” he replied; she contemplated hitting his seat too, but settled on unwrapping her lollipop instead.

“Roman,” she said, looking up to find his eyes transfixed on the candy in her hand as she gave it a slow lick. “D'you want one too?”

“I, uhm, what, oh,” Roman cleared his throat, his arms tightened around her as she swirled her tongue around the lollipop; he forced himself to meet her eyes as she blinked up at him innocently. “I’m all good, babe, you just keep licking and sucking like a good girl.”

“Mmmhmm,” was her only response as she sucked on it, hollowing her cheeks out. She couldn’t help but feel smug when he finally averted his eyes, mumbling under his breath about how this was going to be a long journey.

She wriggled around in his arms until she found a position she liked, not that any position that involved her on top of Roman could ever be uncomfortable, but she wanted to tell Naomi about this, and she certainly couldn’t have Roman looking at her phone. While it may be a long journey for Roman, it was going to be a fun ride for her.

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hersmilingeyes · 7 years

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I don't know how we let

Six years pass w only a brief point of contact in between. I don't know how We managed to go so long without hugging Without holding hands Without cuddling Without our first kiss ((it happened in my kitchen just last Thursday afternoon, before work and after she fed me waffles)) Without her knowing just how much I love her Or my knowing just how much she loves me But deep down, she always knew And deep down, I did, too. But all those years without validating our initial perceptions of each other by visiting and sharing time in between Then & now She says I have only validated and exceeded her first impressions I got to experience each day of the week w her A week, however, is much too short to make up fer so much time apart Not when I have a lifetime fer her Not when I cannot imagine waiting another six years to see her Fuck My heart is in shambles I miss her so fucking much and it hasn't even been 24hrs yet Leaving her in my bed this morning was literally the most heartwrenching thing other than when we drove away separately six years ago in Chicago This morning was the first time I saw her cry I had already cried at least two times Last night was the worst of it Wave upon wave of anxiety attacks My chest caving in w grief She told me to put my head btwn my legs and breathe She asked me what she could do to comfort me and I told her to simply envelope me in her presence Engulf me I needed to be surrounded by her So she kneeled before me and wrapped her arms around me tightly and I just unraveled until I couldn't breathe She was literally my comfort and my kryptonite I couldn't breathe I had to pull away It was so intense but I couldn't snap out of it I was already grieving And we were so exhausted Earlier that night, we catnapped in my car bc we wanted to fit as much as we could in without passing out when we got home Home, something she was part of fer a week We got to go home together Settle in together Cook food, do laundry, be domestic together She let me watch her do her hair, a ritual only lovers and family got to witness I still understand where I stand as far as that goes My friendlover My loverfam I am so undeniably in love w her that it feels dangerous Like, loving her is high risk bc She only sees me as her closest friend She doesn't have a ton of friends and she has a tendency to fall into the lover role when her friendships get physically intimate I don't want her to think friendship has to be conditional That she has to fulfill anything too intimidate that she wouldn't naturally And I'm not asking her to Except it no less fucks me up how I've been hoping she'd love me more concretely That we can just call it, y'know? Consider each other eternal companions In many ways, we already are There is just this deep anxiety on my end that I'll remain so in love w her And she'll fall in love w someone else We both love a lot in our own ways, it's not to say I won't//haven't fallen in love w other folx But when it comes to being in love, it's always been her first n foremost. I met her when my heart was shattering and my concepts of love + commitment were falling apart My faith was being challenged to a point of no return She not only revived love within me, but she revived love and helped me believe in it again. She was someone no one else was fer me; she saw me and loved me in new ways. No one ever embraced my shadow self like she did. No one ever sat w me at rock bottom just to keep me company, listen and learn about me. No one ever kept tabs on me fer as little time as we got to share together These days, she continues to embrace my shadow self w such compassion She encourages my higher self to show up We passed an old man pulled over on the highway and I thought, "Maybe I should've pulled over to help him," and as if she sensed my hesitation, she said, "We should help him." We took the next exit and looped around to pull over this time and help, but other folx had arrived by then. She'll tell me when I'm tailgating, which annoys me sometimes, but quickly melts away bc I know it's poor driving etiquette and aggro driving behavior. She holds me accountable and encourages me to be my best self, and I know I reach her all the same. We are both dating ourselves right now, learning how to love ourself first n foremost Nevertheless, we love each other something tender, something fierce Loving her helps me understand love Love that continues to draw you in, to fill yer cup, Love that inspires folx to plan, to promise and commit to a life together This visit was so intense bc we sunk our teeth into those concepts Deep, probing questions Requesting intimate details I actually got defensive at one point bc I got uncomfortable w how much she cared to know about shit only lovers press on about What have yer relationships been like lately? What kind of crushes do you have? Are there any common themes to yer crushes? If so, what are they? How deep are yer crushes? Would you ever allow them to impact yer romantic relationships? Like if you were dating someone and one of yer crushes expressed mutual feelings, would you want to explore them? WHO are yer crushes? I was like, damn, and she was like, well, if it's on the table now And honestly, I should've clarified what that meant bc I def ask intense questions intentionally bc I am interested in a future w her She is intent on sharing a city again She wants to live close to me Neighbors, even. I want that, too, but I also think that confuses me Feeds into my dumb hopeful heart She asked me if I ever wanted to have kids She asked me whether adoption was the only way or if I would ever considered having a biological child if my partner wished to give birth These are big questions, yknow? I can rest earnestly knowing that our love is longterm, but I'm curious to see how it unfolds

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helo beloved mutual connor, im sorry ur goin thru it rn but i come bearing asks n a heart emoji (💗): bcuz i have had this thought floatin around for a lil bit, wld love 2 hear ur takes on an Adam/Eric/Mallick (+ Art too if u want!) road trip vacation! how long wld they go, do they get motels or camp or just sleep in th car? whats everyone's favorite road trip snack? what sorta shit do they like 2 stop for? (weird tourist traps like giant balls of yarn etc, small town main street stores, cool looking restaurants, nature sites, Actual Destinations, so on n so forth!)

fjkdsd thank u beloved mutual adam,,, <3

ohhh I love tht idea!! road trip fics/hcs are one of my weaknesses,,

but um!! I rly like the idea of th four of them going camping a few hours up north!! (we... don't rly know where. SAW is set so just. imagine a vaguely rural campground lmao. I'm used to camping in th upper peninsula of MI so) it's smth tht Art did a lot w his family when he was growing up, so he's th most familiar w it - Eric went a few times as a kid too, Mallick went Once, n Adam has never rly been camping, w his family or otherwise (he's slept on a trampoline at one of his friends' houses once tho). Art is p excited abt it tbh, it's not exactly smth he gets 2 do often so he's got this whole list planned of things he wants 2 show them!!

it's easiest 2 just take a week in late August, bc they can head back home on a Friday n have the weekend to settle n readjust b4 th coming week + they have to go back 2 work. so they head out around ten on a Monday morning 2 kind of get ahead of th traffic (or at least try to). Art drives both bc he insists and bc he knows they can switch if he needs to, which he does later w Eric. it's a good couple hours (at least 3) b4 they get 2 th campground Art wants to take them to, so clearly it is Music Time + Adam made sure 2 bring CDs! a lot of that time is just spent vibing 2 th music and singing very, very loudly (ESP on Adam + Mallick's end). Art's up front like u three are so fucking goofy (affectionate), but eventually he starts singing too lmao.

Mallick starts th Colour Game, where they try 2 find a car fr every colour of th rainbow. it's smth Eric is familiar w as well bc he used 2 play it w Daniel sometimes, and it's good until they come to purple bc how often do u see purple cars??? so Adam's just like "we're not gonna find pink either" n tht's when this fucking pink pickup truck (noticeably spray-painted, + not done well) passes them n Adam just groans n thumps his head against th window. Mallick is like, trying rly hard not to laugh by pressing a hand over his mouth + Art is biting his lip, but Eric is very openly cackling bc "u see what happens when u assume???" (he gets a very light slap 2 th shoulder but it's still very gentle)

ANYWAY. favourite snacks!! Adam can eat Way Too Many Sour Patch Kids. sour anything, actually, as long as it's candy. yes his tongue hurts and no he doesn't regret it. Eric just gets goldfish bc he tends 2 get a lil carsick + bc it's a food tht's familiar n comforting, n he doesn't rly want 2 be eating anything Too heavy (he's up front w Art, so he can sit by a window in case he needs some fresh air at any point). Mallick likes m&m's, but he switches fr cheez-its every once in a while bc he can only eat so much chocolate. Art likes those peanut-butter filled pretzel bites! he's also partial 2 animal crackers tho. they also bring a good amount of snacks/things they can b sure th four of them like, bc yeah there's a lil store abt a half hour away frm their campsite + they can go there to pick up things if they need 2, but it's easier 2 bring things they like, too. (there's also a mcdonald's in tht town n. they do go there at LEAST twice.)

th campsite they stay at has a lake + a beach, n one of Art + Adam's fave things 2 do is walk along it to see if they can find anything interesting! Mallick goes sometimes too, but mostly he stays w Eric bc Eric can't do tht fr as long as Adam + Art can (not tht he's resentful of it tho). he n Mallick chill on th beach w a blanket (it's kind of like. not necessarily sandy?) n just kinda sit against/lay on each other n read sometimes. Adam + Art come back 2 where they're set up to find them sleeping n Adam has never been more thankful he thought 2 bring his camera!!

on th second day Art + Mallick want 2 go swimming, so th four of them come back out to th beach, but Adam stays out of th water + Eric stays w him. they both know th water will be cold, even if it's late summer, n Adam rly doesn't like being in cold water ESP if it's over his head/he can't touch th bottom. fr Eric th cold can b kind of painful, so they chill n walk along th beach fr a little bit n just talk. Adam gets some good pictures n even gets some of Eric! he also does take a selfie of them, he can't help it. he gets a couple of Mallick + Art too. it's honestly such a nice thing fr them n it just feels like they can breathe easy, not having 2 worry abt looking over their shoulders constantly (tho they're all getting better abt that).

th third day they spend around th campsite to kind of unwind n relax. they might walk th beach a little bit again, but mostly they just sorta chill n walk some of th trails around the campground itself. when night falls they light a small bonfire (Mallick is still iffy around fire, understandably) n they sit around it in their folding chairs w th cupholders (Adam gets red, Eric has green, Art gets blue, + Mallick gets dark green) n make s'mores. they talk abt anything n everything until they're barely able 2 keep their eyes open, n then after making sure th fire is pretty much out they kinda just stumble into th tent n none of them r awake for very long after (they specifically got one tht cld comfortably hold th four of them).

fourth day!! they pack up n head into another little town about 45 minutes away; it's bigger than th one around th campgrounds. after they get situated in a motel room w two beds, they do some window shopping + going into lil stores that interest them! Adam def buys some niche graphic tees tht aren't going 2 make sense to anyone other than th four of them n he's delighted abt it. I like 2 think Eric gets a worry stone, specifically made out of rose quartz. Mallick too, but his is made of amethyst! he also gets a rly cool multicoloured jacket in a thrift store they duck into. Art gets a hoodie w th town's name on it n he's pretty happy w that. they get a few more lil things, just little knick-knacks while they're there, n then they have dinner in this lil diner they'd walked past earlier bc it's inexpensive + the atmosphere is very lowkey n honestly just Nice. there's not a bunch of ppl, the servers r rly kind n the lights aren't too bright, which Eric rly appreciates. it's such a tender moment bc they're squeezed into a booth, Adam + Mallick on one side n Art + Eric on th other, n they're talking n laughing n stealing bites of each other's food n it's Comfortable.

then they head back to th motel n channel surf while unpacking enough 2 get to their sleep clothes. Adam + Eric r sharing a bed n Art + Mallick r sharing th other one, tho Adam is very tempted 2 just push them together so they're all close by (th distance btwn th beds isn't tht big to begin with, but it's the principle of th thing). mostly tho, until they go to bed, they're pretty much just all stretched out Everywhere. Adam is only discouraged frm jumping across th divide btwn th beds bc Art breaks out his Lawyer Voice, despite trying rly hard not to laugh, to say Yr Going To Hurt Yrself, Don't Do That. he grumbles n whines abt it but Adam knows he's right jdhjks (th way he sees it is like. he can b silly sometimes. he's Earned It, but he also trusts Art + wasn't super serious abt tht idea). eventually tho Eric can hardly keep his eyes open n Mallick is just straight up asleep while he's still sitting up so tht's when they all go to bed after making sure every1 is comfortable. they leave a lamp on.

fifth day they pack everything up again n stop 2 walk th trails of this lil park b4 they head home! there's a lil shop near th parking lot so they spend a lil bit of time looking around in there first. they probably pick up a few lil things, souvenirs, n Adam walks around 2 get some pictures. he gets this rly cool one while they're on a bridge, th sun peeking thru the clouds a lil bit n shining down on th water. he's super excited to develop tht one (but he's excited to develop All of them, bc this is his family!!!) + he n Art discuss whether or not they're gonna need another cork board lol. eventually tho they round back to th parking lot n on th way home, they stop at another lil hole-in-th-wall kind of place, but it's just as nice as the first one they'd been to. after tht Eric switches spots w Art n he drives them home!!

they're all exhausted when they get back but they have room to crash w each other while they nap so tht's what they do. they fall asleep all tangled together, Art stretched out w Eric's head on his chest, Adam curled against Eric's back, n Mallick w his head on Art's stomach. there r arms n legs everywhere n tht is okay. they're happy. they love each other. they had a lot of fun on their trip n they're tired, but they're comfortable!! tht's what it's all abt!!! it's just such a good n relaxing experience fr them after all th shit they've been thru.

#can u tell I. love camping jdkfks #saw #art #adam #eric #mallick #ty ty!!! I rly appreciate it #I'm doing okay now mostly I think. pretty much always open fr saw asks tho djhfkjsd ESP if they're abt the polycule!!#I literally Do Not get sick of talking abt them dkjdskd #asks #gotta update th masterpost later!! I remembered yesterday but I was up fr too long lmao #real talk tho. thank u fr sending me asks they're my fave <3

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