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hpdgirlfriend · 1 year
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emetophobia is so funny silly bcuz i will be scared of eating too much/eating at all bcuz i don't want to throw up & then be scared of not eating enough bcuz i again don't want to throw up. so im just scared. of everything
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aballadforbarbatos · 8 months
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Obey Me! Crushes on Social Media
includes the dateables as well as the brothers, so i'm adding a cut because it feels pretty long. the "social media" in question is just dewitter (twitter) and devilgram (instagram) because that's the socials i know the most about using :)
i was tempted to come up with some demon version of linkedin for lucifer though LOL
does lucifer own social media? devilgram doesn’t count, he can’t anonymously post about his inner feelings there. vague tweets (deweets?) about you. so vague that he’ll show you later and you’ll be like “what the hell this sounds more like one of your brothers than me. nice hair today? are you talking about asmo?”
mammon WISHES he could relate. mammon tweets about you every five seconds that’s how bad he is over you. lives in the same house as you and couldn’t send you a single friend request on anything, OR follow you first
leviathan is JUST as bad as mammon, please do not point it out to him. has no friends but if they ever stumbled across his dewitter account they’d KNOW who it is. it’s not fair that mammon can spend so much time with you and it’s not suspicious. you looked so pretty today. and yesterday. and you will forever and ever and he knows this because it’s you.
satan takes a picture of you and writes a cute little book quote that he thinks describes you perfectly. he shows you the post, all ready to hit send- you laugh and hit the button for him. it becomes kind of a joke between you, except that he’s dead serious, scouring through books for the perfect line for his perfect person. all his followers think he’s in a relationship with you, and he’s not about to say otherwise.
asmodeus has his personal devilgram account, but he definitely has a second account dedicated to fashion. you’re forced to model more and more outfits so that he can post them. definitely puts things like “look at MY pretty model” in the captions. he already has enough problems with his brothers, he doesn’t need other demons snooping around you too.
beelzebub doesn’t mess around. he doesn’t outright tell you either though- for obvious reasons. for every post you make he’s the first like and the first comment- although it’s typically riddled with typos since he’s normally eating when you post. he doesn’t really pay attention to his own social media accounts, but he never ever fails to pay you a compliment or well wish, even when he’s in the middle of something important. if only you took it as something beyond being a good friend.
belphegor- social media who? he HAS it, technically. it’s drier than australia and there are definitely cobwebs on his page, visible or not. the last post was also his first post: "..." if he ever makes a second post, it'll be when he wakes up and can't get back to sleep. upon posting “mc.” he finds he’s already drifting off, back to the sweet embrace of dreams and rest.
barbatos tweets “going through it” and then nothing else when he has a crush on you. rts it every once in a while when the pining gets particularly bad. once he typed out “GOING THRU IT” but never sent it. tweets “got through it” when the crush leaves him (never) or you pick him.
diavolo starts a “fan-page” of you. takes at least ten pictures of you every time you’re together and says that it’s for his fan-page on devilgram. the first time you heard this you were like “weird, but definitely not the weirdest thing that’s happened to me here! you do you boo <3”. fan-page of you- for who? nobody but him.
simeon is AWFUL with technology. it truly is a miracle that he manages to use devilgram. nonetheless, he does his best, and is always taking photos and posting them, typically with the caption "i thought you might like this :) @/mc". you respond eagerly, and at least one demon tries to remind you two that this can be a conversation in dms. neither of you pay attention to this reminder, and simeon invites you to the place that he took the picture. he later posts a picture of you lightly kissing his cheek. the demons become on very high alert after that.
solomon isn't subtle. "me, myself and mine" is the caption when he posts a picture of you and him together, and he tags every single demon brother and the royals and simeon, just for good measure. you laugh it off and comment "mine :)" underneath it. solomon gets a target on his back for an entire week before you clarify it was just a joke. this cycle repeats every couple of months as he tries to get more and more flirty comments out of you- when you post a picture of you kissing him with the caption "now shut up", he does. it's almost like an act of god.
bonus: LUKE only really has devilgram. he was worried about an "age limit" and it took diavolo, simeon, and barbatos to reassure him. lucifer tried to help but it just made everything worse. you're the first comment on all of his devilgram posts. any time you're not, you're apologising profusely, and he says it's all the demon brothers' fault, and you say yes it's all the demon brothers' fault. and then you spend the entire afternoon at purgatory hall. solomon takes great joy in rubbing this in their faces.
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heythere525 · 7 months
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Fluffy Ask for Miguel: Could I please request a Spider Reader prying Miguel away from work temporarily (cause he’s been overworking himself) by webbing him up in a cocoon like a burrito?😂 From there, the reader then proceeds to have Miguel eat actual food, watch a movie, rest for awhile, just basically relax until the webbing dissolves.
Miguel toooooootally needs a break from work and i think that its adoable that reader basically keeps him hostage till he relaxes😂
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Miguel O'hara X Reader
Summary: Your boyfreind needs to relax so you throw a sleepover for him....even though he doesn't wanna be there. FLUFF
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Tonight was not Miguel's night. Multiple teams of spiders had no luck catching any anomaly today that Miguel caught them all himself. Also no new recruits were made that day.....and the cafeteria ran out of conchas. He was not having it today that he snapped at every living thing around him. You on the other hand swung by ready to bring Miguel his and yours favorite take out when Peter B swung by next to you. "Ugh..are you heading where i think your heading?" "Ya? why?" "nothing just good luck" he said and swung a diffrent direction.
You swung into Miguel's office and right onto his platform, he looked super tence so you slowly walked next to him and placed the food down on the desk. "......bad day?" you said glancing his way, Miguel only groaned in annoyance, "well hi to you too Mig" you said crossing your hands against your chest. Miguel sighed and turned to face you, "i'm sorry...i'm sorry it's just been a lot today" he said rubbing his face, "I know honey i can tell" you said taking a few steps forward and embracing him, Miguel sighed deeply and wrapped you in his big arms.
You could feel his body honestly relax and melt right into you, "i brought take out we can head home and have dinner". You always slept at Miguel's penthouse rather than your own home, his place was just better. The veiw, the area, the room, the bed, you LOVE Miguel's king size bed, it was so comfy and soft and big enough for you to sleep anyway you wanted, and perfect for late night cuddles with Mig. Plus you were too lazy to portal back home sometimes. "Mi amor i would love to but i'm behind on a lot of work today i can't", "well lets have dinner and i'll help you with your work tomorrow".
"That would be nice but i can't, this is important", "Miguel O'hara look at yourself", Miguel hated it when you used his whole name cause it always meant he was in trouble with you, plus he liked his nicknames you gave him more. "Honey you look like you haven't slept in days and your bags under your eyes look worse than yesterday" you said looking up at him and gently holding his face. "They do not" Miguel pouted, "yes they do love, now come home and have dinner with me", Miguel loved that you considered his home yours, everyhting he had was yours to claim, Miguel never minded because he loved providing for you.
Honestly having dinner with you was the one thing Miguel wanted so bad, but he knew better. "....Mi vida i can't", you mad a sad little pout that broke Miguel's heart in two, "....can you at least do me one favor then before i go?" "Amor of course, anything", "will you sit in that chair for me?" you said looking over at his desk chair. Miguel found it strange but didn't question anything, he only walked over and sat down normaly. "Aw thanks honey....and sorry" you said, "sorry? for what?" just then you quickly and continusly shot webs at Miguel and all around the chair, "Y/N? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" "IMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRY" you said stopping and opening a portal to the inside of Miguel's apartment.
"Y/N STOP", you quickly wheeled Miguel's chair into the apartment and webbed over your takeout food, the portal closed and both of you were now in his apartment. "ARE YOU CRAZY?!?" he yelled, "I'M SORRY BUT YOU MADE ME DO THIS! Miggy you need a night to relax", "BUT YOU DON'T KIDNAP PEOPLE", "ITS NOT KIDNAPPING IF THIS IS YOUR HOUSE! look i just want you to really relax honey okay? You need one day a week to really relax at least and tonights the night, if i have to make you take it by force i will" you said softly cupping his face and sweetly kissing him.
Miguel relaxed a tiny bit from the kiss but he still thought what you did was drastic, you then wheeled him next to the couch. "Stay i need to change then we'll have dinner" you smiled, "you sound like this is a normal thing you do all the time mi vida" Miguel's voice rang as you walked away", "keep it up and this might be a regular thing we do Mig" you laughed. Once you emerged in your pjs you grabbed the takeout food and turned on the tv to a show you and Miguel watch together. You've been DYING to watch it but since Miguel's been so busy you had to wait for him.
You set the food down next to both you and Miguel and as soon as you opend the takeout box and the smell of the delicious food hit Miguel's stomach growled. Miguel sighed in embarrassment, "have you eaten anything today?" You asked, "just coffee", you sighed and scooped up a spoonful of food, "here" you said putting the spoon to his mouth. Miguel glared, "no", "what?" "Your funny if you think im gonna let you feed me like a child", "Miguel come on open up", "amor i will not-" Miguel was cut off as you shoved the spoon in his mouth.
"Good right?" You smiled, Miguel only glared even more as he chewed, "see aren't i the best? Im even feeding you cause i want you to relax". Miguel felt like his pride and self respect died, apart of this was humiliating. But he know this was coming from a place of your love, he knew he could be stuborn at times and not take the best care of himself but here you were making sure he did. He loved that you cared this much, you scooped up another spoonful and this time Miguel willingly accepted, "good job Mig" you smiled, "don't" he laughed. "Just so you guys know i totally recoreded all of this" Layla chimed in, "STOP RECORDING" Miguel snapped.
After both of you ate and talked you cleaned up and wheeled Miguel to the bathroom, "oh please don't say your helping me go to the bathroom" Miguel groaned leaning further into the chair. "Ew Miguel no" you laughed, you stopped Miguel's chair right in front of the sink, you reached up into one of the cabinets and pulled down what looked to be a small little tube. You then took out a small little spatula and squeezed a little bit of the tube onto it and out came some green cream. ".......whats that?" Miguel asked, "its a face mask you put it on to relax", "since when is that in my bathroom?" You only shrugged and brought the little spatula close to Miguel's face.
"Don't you dare put that on me" he warned, now Miguel could EASILY break out of the webbing at any time but chose not to because he knew you'd be upset. "Its fine honey, i put it on my face all the time", "amor i-", "please? We will do it together i promise you'll love it", how could he say no. Miguel sighed but a small smirk could be seen on his face as he closed his eyes and felt you spreading the weird green colored substance on his face, "it's like painting a beautiful picture" you laughed and Miguel rolled his eyes. Once Miguel's face was done you began doing yours, "you really do this to relax?" he asked, "well sometimes, cause it does feel nice" you said.
Miguel watched and smiled, you were too cute for any world, "okay now we wait". As you both waited and then cleaed your faces off you both wend back to watching your shows and laughing and talking the whole night. Miguel honestly was even getting used to being fed that every time he wanted a snack he would just slightly open his mouth to signal you to pop more popcorn into his mouth. After catching up on shows you put on a movie and crawled onto Miguel's lap, "amor what are you doing"he smiled, "well we can't really cuddle right now so this is the next best thing" you said getting comfy.
Miguel was so in love. He truly loved you inside and out, you went at such lenghts to get him to just sit down and do all this with you that Miguel felt like a big jerk. He could have just said yes but instead he had said no and if you didn't love him as much you could have left and spent a night alone. Miguel swore in that moment that he would never stay late to work again, and would never turn down any dinner date or any date in general with you. "...y/n?" "hm?" you hummed.
"Corazon im sorry i was too stuborn to just accept the dinner offer you made, soy estúpido (im stupid). You make me feel so loved that the least i could do is spend a nice night with you, i promise to never do that again mi vida" Miguel said looking ashamed. "Oh honey it's okay, i know your busy Mig and trying to hold it all together but for me you don't need to do that. I know you need a break honey, but don't wait for me to tell you, you know your own limits too" you said sweetly kissing him. Miguel smiled, you then sat comfortably on his lap again.
After ten minutes of silence Miguel could hear your snores, he chuckled to himself. Miguel wiggled an arm free and with his claws and made a tear into the webs making them fall. He gently put an arm on your back and another under your legs and bridal style carried you to the bed room. "Te amo (i love you) mi vida" he whispered as he gently placed you down, Miguel pulled the covers over you and softly kissed your forhead. Miguel grabbed his pjs and went to the bathroom...he's been holding it in for hours and needed to pee so bad.
Once he stepped out of the bathroom, now all ready for bed, Miguel made sure to carfully lay down in bed next to you and pulled the covers over himself. Miguel moved closer to you and slightly put an arm around you, naturally in your sleep you moved closer to Miguel and burried your face in his chest. Miguel let out an amused huff and tightly held you against him. Finally Miguel closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, you were what he needed, you relaxed Miguel more than anything. Miguel even knew he slept better with you next to him as well, so of course after ten minutes he was snoring like a bear. But you didn't mind Miguel was your white noise, at least he was finally at peace with you in his arms.
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kazvha · 2 months
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Hello, I'd like to order some comfort fic from you featuring Kartein. I would write it myself if I wanted, but... Lately I have been having frequent mood swings, psychological problems, and my period that started yesterday doesn’t help this in any way, and I also had a peeling today, which is why I’m still in pain shock doesn't go away. I just want some comfort that I don't get from my parents... I hope you don't mind.
Notes: Hi, I'm so sorry to hear that. Wishing and praying for all the best, I hope you get well soon!! <33
Summary: You don't feel well and Kartein comforts you☁️
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You don't know for how long you've been staring at that one spot on the ceiling. A heavy sigh escaped you once again, for the billionth time this hour.
You haven't been feeling your best lately and today you felt especially worse. Awful thoughts have been eating you up on the inside and you just couldn't bring yourself to concentrate. For that reason, you've been hiding under your blanket the whole day, hoping the soft material would give you at least some sort of comfort.
A knock on the door, followed by a call of your name could be heard from outside your room. You shifted your attention from the ceiling to the source of the noise, only to drag your eyes back to the ceiling.
You felt bad for ignoring the person, but you didn't have the energy to deal with anyone today. Even if you would drag yourself out of bed and go out with a forced smile, you wouldn't know for how long it would last. But you were certain, it would definitely not last for a long time.
The person in front of your door knocked again, louder this time.
"[Name]? I know you're in there."
You recognized the voice. It was Kartein. Now you regretted ignoring him, knowing he didn't like to wait. But you still didn't speak up.
"Just open the door, will you?" Kartein exclaimed. "You know what? I'm letting myself in!"
Your eyes jumped to the door and all you did was simply stare at the irritated blonde.
"You're still in the bed? Why didn't you answer?... Whatever, I actually have to ask you something, the-"
He stopped blabbering when he finally looked at you and took in your state. You looked miserable and he didn't even notice. Kartein strode over to your bed and sat down next to your side.
"Wait, is everything alright? Do you want to talk about it?"
"No, I don't feel ready yet." You couldn't bring yourself to look at him. "Later maybe."
Kartein gently placed his hands on your cheek while his other hand carried your fingers with utmost care. "It's alright. I can wait."
Knowing that you're not the most talkative today, he shut up and pressed his body against your own. He held you tightly and ran his fingers up and down your back in a soothing motion.
"I won't say it often, so listen clearly." You locked your eyes with his. "Just know that I'll always love you, no matter what happens."
Kartein huffed and you noticed how the tips of his ears became red. Finally, a smile broke out on your face, barely noticeable, but still there. "Yes."
He tightened his arms around you and already forgot about the things he still had to do today. Simply because you were his top priority.
You two stayed in this position and soaked up the comfort of each other's presence until you fell asleep on his chest. Kartein then leaned down and pressed a kiss on your forehead.
"Sweet dreams, [name]. If I could take away all your pain and worries, I would. Without doubt. I will do everything in my power to ease your pain."
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orion4ever · 4 months
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qiu and tamarack with an mc that seemingly NEVER gets sick and then one day they are just in bed an entire day with the worst fever, they're loopy and dazed and more prone to crying just because they accidentally stubbed their toe or sneezed one to many times.
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Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this, I am sort of like this. One day id feel fine and then the next day my stuffy nose basically suffocates me lol
I wrote this for Step 2 but if you wanted Step 1 then please do request again!
Pairing(s): Qiu Lin x MC and Tamarack Baumann x MC
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QIU LIN🗒️
They always wondered how you never got sick.
I headcanon that Qiu gets colds often so they’re curious about what witchcraft or tricks your pulling that make you immune.
So when you do get sick, they are surprised, to say the least.
If you were feeling loopy and saying random gibberish then they can’t help but tease you a little.
“Do you think, If you road your bike..fast enough *sneeze* you could…*sniff* rewind time.”
“…Probably.”
When you do end up emotional maybe after leaving your chicken noddle soup to cool down for a bit and then eating it to realize it was cold
Or
Coughing hard enough that it hurts your throat and start crying. Then Qiu would be so doting and sad that you have to go through this.
They’re an angsty teenager but have the biggest soft spot for you and hates seeing you so miserable and ill.
They don’t try and invade your space when you’re sick since as I said, they are somewhat sick prone.
When your mom has to eventually ask Qiu to leave so that you can rest, Qiu will write notes and slide them under your door and talk to you from the other side.
Or maybe even, cup phones. They see them as childish but it’s just you and them anyway so who even cares?
Once you feel better or at least better enough to rejoin society, Qiu is definitely making sure you get some fresh air.
You owe them the time the two of you missed from being sick and they missed you!
You were sick.
You got caught in the rain yesterday and thought it was the best idea to tough it out after forgetting your umbrella.
Your dear mother had banished you to your bedroom, leaving a bowl of hot soup and some water on your bedside table.
You were miserable, today was such a nice day. The days after a rainy day were always the best so it sucked that you were stuck in your room. You had nothing to do and were spacing out while constantly readjusting your pillow.
You heard noise from downstairs and slumped out of bed and cracked your door open to see who it was.
“I am sorry, Qiu. MC is sick today. I don’t think it's best to have a hangout.” You heard your mother say, sympathetically to your crush.
“Really? They never get sick..” Qiu replied, a confused tone making an obvious appearance in their voice.
“MC got wet while it was raining yesterday-“ your mother explained, her voice becoming more muffled; like she was moving around.
“Aw, man. Ms. L/N, Could the two of us hang out, I promise to “ They’re voice also begun to be muffled up, like the walls were swallowing their words.
You had already assumed that your mother would be true to her word and keep you quarantined until you were feeling better and you hated how much she cared about you at that moment.
You were so drowsy from the medicine, the lights were too bright and you accidentally knocked your hand on the bedpost and everything just SUCKED.
You slowly closed the door and slid down it. Becoming too lazy to bother. You wanted to cry a little, You didn’t cry that often; I mean you were 14. What 14-year-olds cries because they’re sick? Like, please.
You brought a hand to your eye to wipe a stray tear from your eye, I guess you were the rare instance of crying teenagers. Contemplating crawling back to your bed, you suddenly felt the door open a little before something was thrown into your room like a grenade.
The door closing was barely noticed by you as you quickly turned to see what was thrown into your room.
A paper cup, with a string attached to it and leading out the door.
A small smile appeared on your face, your eyes glossing over at the gesture; You already knew who was the culprit behind it.
You picked the cup up from the floor and put it up to your ear.
“Hey. Sorry, you’re sick..” they apologized sincerely.
“It’s fine, really *sniff*” you replied, getting comfortable against the door and talking into the cup.
“I am not used to being sick.”
“I can tell. In the four years I've known you, You have NEVER gotten sick.” Qiu said, a little surprise in their voice.
“I know right, I hate it!”
And the conversation went from there, You two talked for what seemed like hours.
Debated about if you churned premade butter, would you get more butter or if it would turn to milk?
Played hangman with a shared paper that was pushed under the door multiple times.
They hated hearing you cough and suffer and hoped that you got better.
Qiu stayed with you until it was late, promising a fun day at the diner tomorrow.
TAMARACK BAUMANN🍂
She unintentionally babies you so hard when you get sick.
I have a headcanon that Tamarack barely gets sick, mostly due to her just being able to run around in just a scarf and no hats or jackets.
She believes that no one is immune to sickness but when you finally do get sick, she’s a little surprised but is ready to bring you her Omi’s soup and her company.
If you were feeling especially loopy or dazed then she would giggle A LITTLE, but then stop because she felt bad.
“pfft hehe- Oh no, that's not right. I am sorry!”
“…Do you think when you are born, that you’re the youngest person in the entire world?”
When you do get sad and emotional over small things and start bawling over it then Tamarack is so quick to try and help.
Accidentally slam your hand on a table? The table is now moved away for now. The water scratches your throat when you drink it? She’s getting you some tea, you like honey with yours; right?
When you are stuck in bed and have nothing to do, then count on Tamarack to give you some company. She doesn’t even really care if she’s potentially getting herself sick by being around.
She’s bringing stuff from outside and putting it on your table as a gift and chatting with you.
She understands not having someone around your age to talk to and she doesn’t want you feeling abandoned when you’re stuck in your room until you feel better.
And when she eventually has to be asked to leave from your mother, she will be writing you letters, drawing, and collecting forest finds to either wait to give you or give to your mother to send up to you.
She even gets a ‘Get well soon’ card and tries and get everyone to sign it for you.
Which admittedly isn’t all that hard.
You have lots of lovely people around in your life, Tamarack being a special one.
“MC, You are burning up..” Your mother said worriedly, laying the back of her hand on your forehead.
“*sneeze* this is the worst.” You groaned, regretting your past choices up to this point. This morning, you had forgotten to bring a jacket and it was much chillier than you were used to.
“That's why I always remind you to bring yourself a jacket.” Your mom sighed, getting up.
“I will start making you something to eat. I will make you some oatmeal, stay all cozied up in bed and take it easy.” She gave you a motherly smile, patting your knee before leaving with the door closing gently behind her.
You were now alone.
This did suck, You had promised you would go over to Tamarack’s and you hated flaking on your promises.
So you just sat in your bed, twiddling your thumbs. Maybe you could start on assignments right now..? Nah. That was boring, your body’s immune system was already torturing you; let's not add homework to it.
You could draw something? Reorganize? Watch a video online-
Before you could bore yourself to death, you heard a pebble being thrown at your window and moved your attention to that.
You got up from your bed and wrapped yourself in your blanket before stepping over to the small window to reveal...
Tamarack!
You opened the window and received another pebble, barely missing you; earning an apologetic gasp from the ginger girl outside.
"Sorry! I wasn't aiming for you!" she apologized, waving her hand side to side as a greeting. You smiled before moving your face away from the window to cough.
"It's okay, Tama! *wheeze*" You reassured her, leaning on the ajar window to hear her better.
"I wanted to come inside but your mom said you were sick and was quarantining you.." Tamarack sighed before pulling something from her pocket.
You could barely make out what it was, that's until Tamarack got into paper airplane position and aimed for it at the now open window.
You moved out of the way just in time for her to throw it and......
She sticks the landing! The paper airplane flew right into your room and onto the ground. You picked up the white and red lined paper and turned back to Tamarack to open it.
Inside the airplane were a few pressed flowers and a little note.
'Get Well Soon!' was written in big letters; little notes from other people were below it.
'I hope you feel better'-Ren
'Expect me to break into your house soon.'- Qiu
'Make sure to get lots of rest'-Vianca
'See you when you get better!!'-Serenity
and finally, the sweetest one.
'Thinking of you, always! I will keep you company until you feel better! :)'-Tamarack
You smiled big before yelling down from your window. “Tamarack?”
“Yeah?” She replied , looking up with a shy smile.
“You are a angel”
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bygone-hollywood · 8 months
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Edward G. Robinson on Greta Garbo:
I never played (acted) with Garbo. She was as mysterious and unreachable to me as she was to you except that one day in the remodeled house the bell rang, and against all my principles, I answered the door myself. There, through the peephole, I saw a lady with a floppy hat holding a package. And the lady said: "Is Mr. Robinson in? My name is Garbo.”
I opened the door. She came in, shook hands with me stiffly in the European manner, asked my pardon for intruding, but there was a matter of some importance she wished to discuss with me if I could spare her a moment or two. Greta Garbo in my house! I was overwhelmed, awed, and as nervous as a cat.
I took her into the living room; she glanced at the pictures on the wall approvingly but did not look at them closely. She refused to sit down, toyed with the string on her package, having some trouble with the knots, refused to let me help her, and finally unveiled a painting.
Was it worth buying?
It was a landscape by an artist I had never heard of. It had quite a decent feeling about it, though far from masterly. It could be called a daub except that it was brooding and sylvan and rather like her—or at least the image that you and I had come to have about her.
"Is it worth—” she started to ask, and I interrupted, I hope, politely.
"Don't tell me the price yet," I said. "Tell me if you like it."
"I do at night," she said. "In the morning I am not so sure."
"Then," I said, "live with it for a few weeks before making up your mind."
"But it is necessary," she insisted, "that I make up my mind today."
"Do not be forced into a decision you might regret."
"You are right, Mr. Robinson," she said. "I do not like to be forced until I am certain. Yet, he needs the money.”
"The artist?"
"No, the man who bought it from the artist and now needs to sell it in order to eat."
"In that case," I said, "you are not buying a picture; you are giving charity. How much charity does he want?"
"Two hundred dollars,” she said.
"For two hundred dollars," I told her, “you are getting a very nice picture. And if you find you do not like it, you can always give it away or put it in a closet."
“That is excellent advice, Mr. Robinson," she said, "but two hundred dollars is still quite a lot of money. Can I take it off my tax?"
"I don't know, Miss Garbo," I said. "I suggest you talk to your accountant."
"He will charge me," she said. Again refusing help, she wrapped the picture again. "I will buy it. It is nice. It is about forests. And I like forests."
She started for the door. I followed her and opened it for her.
“Thank you very much for your time, Mr. Robinson," she said, and then suddenly she smiled that Ninotchka smile. "You also have nice pictures. Very nice. Thank you. Good-bye.”
I never saw her again.
I'm wrong. Once again. On Fifty-sixth Street. She didn't know me.
(Excerpt from the book All My Yesterdays by Edward G. Robinson with Leonard Spigelgass, 1973)
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melonba11s · 9 months
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Once You Find The One (Strade/MC BTD Fic)
Contains: Strade, Gender Neutral MC, Ren-less House, Stockholm Syndrome, implied Lima Syndrome, mentions of canon typical violence.
Stockholm Syndrome: A coping mechanism often used by those in captive or abusive situations in which the captive in question develops positive feelings for their captor. These feelings can sometimes be confused by the captive as a form of love. 
That was Strade’s knowledge on the syndrome at least, which he had found through a quick google search several months ago. He’d played with it for a while too, curious about how far he could push his captive’s new found “love” for him. 
Now though, collared and allowed to roam his house, he had developed a fondness for them. They had doven into a role as a sort of house spouse when given the chance too. They cleaned the house, they made him meals, and were extremely affectionate. 
Strade knew what would be waiting for him when he pulled into his driveway a quarter after six. He locked his car, closed the garage, and whistled as he approached the front door. 
Opening up the door, he closed his eyes, taking in the smell. Dinner, it smelt like they had made something delicious. Strade rubbed his neck as they appeared in the hallway, their eyes bright. 
“Strade! You’re back!” They didn’t run forward though. The heavy collar around their neck would shock them if they got too close to the door. Instead they turned around, hurrying back to the kitchen. 
“Hello, Schatz.” Strade said, kicking off his shoes and walking into the living room. Already there was a beer set down on the table for him. They probably heard his car pull in. He smiled, sitting down and cracking it open. 
“What did you make today?” he asked, listening to them buzz around the kitchen. 
“I made steak and german potato salad!” they replied, just as they arrived in the living room to set down a full plate in front of him. It was still hot, the steak was seared perfectly, it’s juices flowing out onto the plate and meeting with the potato salad’s dressing. Strade grinned, sitting up as they sat next to him, with their own meal. 
“Aw, Schatzi, you always know exactly what I want to eat.” Strade wrapped an arm around them and pulled them close, giving him a rough squeeze. They whined slightly, but he didn’t let up, knowing that he had his arm right on top of a cut he’d given them just yesterday. 
Growing close with them, their adoration for him, his attachment. It all culminated into something beautiful whenever he sliced them open or squeezed a little too hard. The pain they felt was more intense, and that made the rush of endorphins he got from it all the better. 
They say that after you find the one, no one else can satisfy you. Strade was wondering if he’d have to test that out sometime soon.
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nuntears · 6 months
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day 5: cannibalism
“i spoil you too much” fox says, cutting through the silence, you were watching some animated show together, and his words came out of nowhere. you look at him, worried, worried that he’ll take the little he gives you, and give you even less. it’s hard, being with him like this, but you try to make the most of it.
“i’m sorry, i—” you say, the word spilling out instinctively as it always does when you think his mood will turn.
“no, no don’t be.” he cuts you off. “it just… it could be worse you know, but i care about you. there are terrible people out there, i would know. don’t you think i would know?” he asks, prompting you. and there’s never room for any other answer than the one he wants to hear.
“yes, you would.” you say, nodding. he’s made allusions, painted vague images of someone who apparently did much worse than him, you go back and forth between believing it. it depended on the day, on how much you hurt. today you were healing, bruises yellowing, stitches scabbing and itchy, you were bandaged and seen to. so right now, you believed it.
“i would,” he said in agreement, pulling you closer until you were practically on his lap. you try to relax immediately, to melt into him. it had taken some time but you knew he liked it better this way, when you were soft against him. never tensing under his touch, no matter how he touched you.
he turns away, eyes training on the tv again. you don’t know if he’s really watching it, but you turn to face it as well. he has an arm around you, his body reading relaxed, his clawed finger tracing light circles on your shoulder. but even with no indication that he’s upset with you, you can’t help but feel like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop. is he thinking about it still? you think, was he just trying to make a point? you mind spins, and you lean your head against his. his moves hand there, as if on reflex, still looking forward. he pets your hair, soft, slow repetitive movements. you close your eyes for a moment, feeling his touch. sometimes you pretend this is normal, makes the days go by easier. you like to pretend until you can’t.
“are you hungry?” he murmurs, still stroking your hair.
“hm..” you start, giving yourself more time to think. you don’t know if this is some kind of test, if there’s a right answer. “only a little..” you settle on. trying not to sound too wanting, too spoilt.
“can’t have that, can we?” he says, getting up in an instant, causing you to almost fall over. he moves quickly towards the kitchen. you debate following. he didn’t really say what he wanted, and you hated having to assume. but before you can even decide he’s back and you perk up seeing him, holding the back of the couch as you watch him walk towards you, plate in hand. you can’t see what’s on it yet.
he sits down next to you, and that’s when you see it. your stomach drops. it’s a slab of raw meat, still wet with blood. you can’t help but look up at him, studying his smiling face, wondering if this was some kind of joke.
“go on then, eat.” he says, eyeing you back, a glint in his gaze, and you knew: despite his cheery tone, this wasn’t a question.
“w-what is it?” you ask, shifting a bit. looking everywhere but the plate.
“oh, this is from yesterday’s show.” he replies, his eyes lowering slightly. you swallow dryly. his show. he had said the fun he had with you inspired him to get back into it, and he does them regularly, at least once a week now. you can’t help the horror that crosses your face, and you know the game is up. you can’t pretend it doesn’t affect you, you’re scared again.
“it’s too much… i’m not that hungry.” you try, knowing it’s useless.
“aw pet,” he starts, before lifting the slab to his own mouth, sinking his teeth in and tearing off a chunk. you watch, unable to look away. he sticks out his tongue to slow you the piece there. he picks it off his lips gingerly, “open up, i’ll feed you.” he says sweetly, before placing it between his teeth and leaning towards you, waiting for you to close the distance. you try harder now to not let your disgust show. this is bad, this is really bad. if you don’t now, he’ll be angry. he’s even offering a smaller piece.
he grows impatient, leaning closer to you, the thing’s practically dripping. his face is against yours and you realize he’s breathing deeply, trying to keep himself calm. that never lasts long. it brushes against your lips, his eyes are half lidded as he watches you. you gingerly try to open your mouth, but the smell of it, metallic, causes you to shut it. you squeeze your eyes closed, your glass eye pressing harshly against the socket it sits in, and you try again. but you imagine the camera on some poor soul as fox cut them, screaming and writhing, and you can’t bring yourself do it.
“please don’t make me.” you whisper, shying away just a tiny bit. you know what this means, but you’ll take your punishment. you can’t live with yourself if you did, as small as the piece was, as little as he was asking of you.
“don’t be a brat now, c’mon. i want to see it. i want to see you eat it. don’t you want to be good for me?” he practically purrs, his words only slightly muffled as he speaks with the meat between his teeth. and you hate that you do, you do want to be good for him because the alternative is so much worse.
“i…” you start, trying to find some pitiful excuse, even though you know there’s none that could justify it him. the sound of the tv fills in the space as your words die in your mouth, it seemed so much louder now.
“don’t make me beg.” he whispers, but there’s a threat under his words. you stare at him, he presses the meat against your lips again and you try not to gag. suddenly, he drops the meat back onto the plate, and stares at you, his frowning face close to yours again. and you regret everything, you regret just not eating it, have half a mind to just grab the meat and shove it in your mouth to keep him from looking at you like that.
he places the plate on the table in front of the couch before turning to you again, his face unreadable. he grabs your wrist, standing, and you follow, hoping denying him will be worth it.
“fine, you don’t like the food i prepare for you. that’s okay.” he says, practically dragging you with how fast he was walking, and you realize too late where he’s taking you. he opens the door to the basement, and you try to dig your feet into the ground on reflex. you can’t go back down there. “maybe…” he continues, yanking on your arm at your resistance “you want something fresher.”
you’re crying now as he takes you down the stairs, you see the door to the recording room and you begin to panic.
“no, no, please, it’s fine i’ll eat it, i’ll—” you sob, but you cut yourself short as you pass it. where is he taking you?
and then you see it, the holding room. he opens the door, giving you no time to think and throws you in. you reach your arms in front of you to catch yourself. and when you lift your head up, you come face to face with a man. he’s curled into himself, shaking. you look down, bandages over a stump where his leg should be. the man isn’t looking at you though, he’s staring at fox behind you, with this burning hatred, with such disdain and resentment. if looks could kill fox would be dead on the floor.
“oh my god..” you breathe out. because you didn’t know this man was here, didn’t know he made it past the first show. you were living on top of someone. unaware. why didn’t you think someone was down here?
“what are you waiting for? you said you were hungry. now eat.” fox sneers from behind you, and you flinch, drawn out of your thoughts.
the man in front of you shakes his head at you, malice replaced with terror. you can’t help but see yourself in him. your tears wet your face and you shake your head too, there’s no way he can really be asking you to do this. there’s no way.
“i— i can’t,” you say with a weak sob. you look back at fox, hoping to reason with him. you’re crawling towards his feet, and he kneels down as you whimper, he palms your face and you lean into his touch, looking at him with the most pitiful look you can muster.
“you’re really testing my patience today.” he coos at you, but you hear the bite. “eat.” he states, simply, as if it was that easy. his claws dig into your cheek to drive the point home. you flinch, a soft sound of pain escaping you. fox pushes you away from him and the gesture makes your chest feel tight.
you know this is it. he won’t ask again, and you know if you argue anymore, it isn’t just you who could get hurt now. you turn again to the man, and he’s staring at you too, shaking his head still, whimpering.
you stand, unsteady, and slowly walk towards him. he shrinks away, kicking with his one leg until his back met the wall, his stump trying to gain purchase on the mattress he’s on and failing. he’s blubbering, sounds that don’t make words but you understand. you look at him, trying with your eye to explain in a look, i don’t want to do this, i would never do this. but he shakes all the same. it doesn’t matter that you don’t want to, because you will. and everyone in this room knows it.
you pick up his arm, and he thrashes and screams and it’s an awful sound, he tries to shove you away. and you see when his mouth was open that his tongue has been cut. you wince, fighting through it, moving on top of him, when he tries to push you again you grab the arm. “i’m sorry” you whisper, so quiet, so soft, but you hope he hears it.
then you bite down. he tries to get you off with his other hand, but you clamp onto him, teeth embedding in his flesh and he screams and screams and you start to sweat from it all. you bite harder, trying to pull, to no avail. you taste blood, though you know that’s not enough. you yank at the flesh. but you fall backwards, teeth sliding off his arm and colliding with each other. he manages to kick you away, and you relent, backing up. you look back at fox, desperately.
he sighs, shutting his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. and you want to reel back at the sight. you don’t like disappointing him, don’t like what it means for you.
“get me a knife!” fox yells and his loud voice makes you jump. you wait a beat and a knife is slid under the food slot of the door by an unseen guard. he leans down and grasps it. both you and the man wait, unmoving. you don’t need to see the man next to you to know you both share the same fear at this moment.
fox only takes one step forward, beckoning you with a finger. you stumble up towards him, scared. unsure of what he’ll do now that you’ve failed him. you’re in front of him, but he beckons again, and you tremble, moving closer regardless.
“i’m not feeding you this time.” he sneers, shoving the knife against your chest, uncaring of where the blade pressed. and you begin to understand as you grasp it. fresh hot tears flow from your eyes. for the briefest moment you think about using the knife on him, but you know you won’t. he must know as well. you sniff. then you turn back to the man.
he’s blubbering again, loudly, cowering. all shaking and half broken.
you’ve sat there too. you’ve been scared too. but that’s not where you are now.
you move with more conviction this time. you want this to go by quickly, you want to do him the favor of not making it last. and you’re on him. you grasp his arm, stretching it taut, you ignore his cries, and you start to slice a small chunk from his shoulder. you have to saw at it a bit. he’s trying to push you off but you pull at his arm harder. it’s a piece he won’t miss too much, won’t even be able to see really, it’s a mercy. you’re granting him mercy. the slice is hanging off his skin and you let go of his arm and rip it the rest of the way. you hold the torn flesh in your fist.
and you’re off him. you face fox, knife in one hand, strip of flesh in the other, and you eat.
your face contorts at the taste, you want to gag but you don’t. it’s still warm. the blood gushes from your lips as you bite into it. you chew desperately. but it’s tough, doesn’t give, so you give up and swallow it whole. you gag again, you feel the bile bubbling up in your throat and the sound seems so loud, but you swallow it all again, willing it to stay down. fox watches you intently the whole time.
“open.” he orders, and you do. the only thing on your tongue is bubbles of blood and saliva. he makes a small noise of acknowledgement, then continues “don’t you want more? you’re not getting anything else tonight.” he warns, tilting his head at you, but seemingly satiated.
“no, i was only a little hungry” you reply quickly with a sniffle, your determination gone, only the sinking feeling of what you’ve done is left, weighing on you, crushing you.
“well then, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he laughs, bringing you into his arms and you melt into him. you don’t know when you started craving his praise, his validation, but it felt so good. he slips the knife out of your hand and you would’ve given it if he asked. you always do as he asks it seems, one way or another. the man behind you is groaning, has been in fact, but you’ve tuned it out. for a moment, it’s only you and fox, it’s all you’ll allow it to be.
but fox disturbs the moment too soon, pointing at the man “and you,” you hear, but can’t bare to face him, feeling shame as you realize how this must look, “i’ll have someone patch that, push the show a few more days out. you should be thankful.”
and before you know it, fox’s hold is on your back, guiding you out of the room. you know this is the last time you’ll see the man, so you look at him, taking him in. and he glares daggers at you, looking at you with the same contempt he looked at fox. and you can’t help it when the tears blur your vision again, you try with your face to let him know, you need him to know: you were him once.
the door shuts behind you and you hear the man trying to scream at you from the room. you lean further into fox, trying to hide from it, trying not to hear it.
fox begins to lead you upstairs and you sigh, relief filling you as you follow him away from this place. you want to live in this feeling, you want to pretend that this is the extent of it. all he does is touch you softly, pet you, feed you.
when he brings you upstairs, he sits you back on the couch. the man’s screams continue in your head but they’re duller now. you hope some part of him understands that that’s not who you are. your stomach churns still, upset with you, just as upset as the man was.
your eyes land on the tv, it’s playing something different, moved onto the next episode, the sounds are muffled to you, your gaze unfocused but looking ahead regardless. you don’t realize fox left you there until he’s back with a napkin, dabbing at the corners of your mouth. you can’t help but smile at the gesture and he does too.
“so spoilt.” he mutters, but it’s doting. when he’s done he gives you a kiss, gentle. his tongue brushes past your teeth and the taste is back in your mouth but you don’t mind it this time.
he’s right and you know it. and maybe that’s just what he was trying to prove. this really isn’t the worst. at the end of the day, you’re not the man in that room, you live upstairs, you have a bed, you can do what you like for the most part. fox isn’t the worst.
and he would know, wouldn’t he?
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fe-fictions · 7 months
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I can't believe I have to post about this a second time in a year, but I have another sick kitty...
We lost our senior cat Henry in February, it was just time for him to go. He was a handsome and wonderful 14 years old, and had been with us since we were children.
And not long after we lost him, my sibling and I (we live together) decided the apartment was just too empty without him...we were missing the warmth and the joy that a sweet kitty cat brought with him.
So we each adopted our very own cats; a handsome long-haired 3 month old boy named Gojo, and a beautiful short-haired 5 month old girl named Luisa.
Luisa is my baby girl. She was born in September, the same month as me, and she's my whole world. But the last few days, she's been eating less, playing less, and getting more and more docile and lethargic.
I took her to the emergency vet today because she wasn't eating at all and was hiding since yesterday morning. He told me that she had an auto immune disorder, and was extremely anemic.
He gave me three options; try steroids and antibiotics, see if she responds to them, or they could hospitalize her and give her a blood transfusion, which was way, way too expensive...if I had the money I would've done it in a heartbeat, and it breaks my heart to think that I could've done more for her if I had a better job and could provide for my baby more. And the third option was to put her to sleep there, because her odds were slim.
I chose the option to get her medication, which was a quarter the cost of a hospitalization, and he assured me typically saw really good results, but that sometimes it would take a few days or a week or two before seeing improvement.
I gave her the first dose as soon as we got home, got her set up in my room, but she's still not eating, won't go to the bathroom, and I'm just really, really worried that I'm gonna have to say goodbye to her, before she's even a year old.
I'm just not ready to say goodbye again. Twice in the same year, two of my sweet babies. I am not ready to do that again. It happened so fast. The shelter I got her at likely had no idea she was sick; she showed no signs of it until just a few days ago. I hate that she's so fragile, and that I can't do enough for her. It's just crushing.
I want to try and focus on the positive, and hope that she's gonna pull through in the next few days. I'm just so sad, because it wasn't that long ago I saw this behavior in a dying cat. I know what it looks like, I felt it, I could see it. And I'm not ready to do that again.
I was supposed to have at least ten years with this slinky little baby. I don't want to believe that I'm gonna have to say goodbye to her. I won't know for at least a few days; but if she stops eating and she can't go to the bathroom, I don't know where to go from there.
I just wanted to vent, I wanted to let you all know that's what I'm dealing with right now. I hope you'll continue to have patience with me, and to those who commissioned art from me, I'm gonna work hard to get it done ASAP since it's already been a while, and I just need to do something to keep my mind off of what's going on right now.
But yeah. That's what's going on at this moment, and so if I sort of disappear for a little while or my posts go a while without anything, that's why.
Thanks for being so sweet, you guys are such a wonderful group of fellow FE enthusiasts and I love writing for you all. It's without a doubt the group of the friendliest and sweetest people I've ever run into; whenever awful things were going on, IRL or online, I would always come here because the drama or the stressful mess would never reach it; this place is my little safe haven haha
So thank you for being here, and thank you for listening and for your patience! I'll do everything I can to keep up.
- chiyo
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wrenreid · 1 year
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Chapter Sixteen
The silhouette peers from the window of Delilah's bedroom. Her curtains had been moved, and there's a small slit where the glass isn't blocked by the fabric.
The sight seen by the shadow is sickening. Delilah, her boss, lays in her bed, head resting on her boyfriend... Spencer Reid.
It takes all of Jenna's strength not to lose her temper... but she knew if she did anything stupid, she would sell herself out.
Delilah would be hers soon. Patience.
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Even though Gubler makes you want to strangle him sometimes, you couldn't resist him yesterday. You couldn't deny the fact that you wanted what he wanted. And you couldn't deny that you wanted him.
You haven't spoken since you kissed in your trailer. In all honesty, you have no clue what to say to him. What happens now?
Luckily for you, you're done with filming for the week. Some time alone to set your mind straight could be beneficial.
Drinking the iced coffee you just made, you sit up on your bed, legs crossed in a pretzel. Thoughts run through your brain, making you feel like a confused child. It's time to decide if you truly want something with Matthew.
He's an asshole, right? So why do you want him? Nothing could ever work between you two; you're in totally different worlds. Colliding them could end poorly. Some type of World War III could emerge from the two of you clashing.
You're being dramatic, you tell yourself.
It's not like you have true feelings for Matthew. He's just attractive in the worst way...because he's hot and really knows how to brew up anger within. He thinks the same about you. Purely physical could work. If he wants it like that too.
You've never been the type of woman to use someone for their body or use someone at all. This is just... different is the only way to describe the situation
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"Wow Reid, you look extra perky today," Alvez says as he sips his cup of coffee.
Reid shrugs, smiling to himself.
"Someone had a fun day off, huh?" He winks.
"I-"
"I can see it on your face. You got lai-"
Emily Prentiss clears her throat, then tells everyone to meet in the briefing room. Spencer takes this opportunity to get out of the conversation with Luke quickly, leaving his desk to walk with JJ to the table.
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"So like just... sex?"
"Basically,” you nod with a slight shrug.
"Aw, you think I'm hot," Matthew shoots you a smug look.
You roll your eyes. "It baffles me too."
He acts offended by that comment for a brief moment. "I'm down. Friends with benefits."
"Except I wouldn't call you a friend."
"Oh come on, you adore me, Y/n."
"Whatever helps you sleep."
"So we're doing this?" He asks, his lips tugged upwards.
"If it's want we both want, then yeah,” you tell him.
"We won't tell anyone, right?"
"Oh fuck no. I can't have people knowing I tolerate you sometimes," you chuckle, not exactly joking.
"Tolerate is an understatement for what we're going to do, but I see your point. It won’t be a secret, just our situation and only ours. I don't really want the rest of the cast being all in our business,” Matthew says.
You nod your head. "And fans. Oh god, they'd probably kill me. Eat me alive. Tear me apart.”
Matthew stifles a laugh. "They can be sort of crazy."
"That’s an understatement. Youshould probably go now," you say with a small smile.
"You don't want to do anything now?" He raises his eyebrows in a teasing, half joking manner.
"Tempting, but you should get some sleep little boy. I've got a few plans for you." You ruffle his hair, standing above him as he sits on your couch.
"Don't turn me on now," he looks up at you.
You roll your eyes, laughing. "Goodbye, Gubler." Matthew stands up, making his way to your apartment door.
“Last names,” he groans, “I thought we were past that. Can I at least get a kiss?"
"Hmm no," you say with a gloating grin.
"So mean,” Matthew groans again.
You smile again as he leaves. Teasing him should be pretty fun.
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"Ground rules?" His brows raise.
"Yes, Gubler, we need ground rules."
"You suck the fun out of everything."
You frown, cutting your eyes at him and furrowing your brows.
"I'm kidding," Matthew says small grin.
You roll your eyes, huffing out a breath. "I just think rules would make this whole situation easier to manage."
"Ah yes, it's so sexy when you talk plans to me,” he says sarcastically.
"You're a pain in my ass, Gubler."
Matthew winks, "You like it. I have an idea for my first rule.”
"Go ahead."
"No last names when we're alone. You can only call me Gubler on set."
You sigh, "Fine. Deal."
"Any rules for me, hot stuff?"
"No flirting,” you tell him.
"What?"
"You can't flirt with me."
"Sex without flirting? That's awkward as shit,” he says with distaste.
"Flirting while we're alone is acceptable, but only when we're doing 'business'. When we're with anybody else, we're our usual selves who don't like each other,” you say.
Matthew chuckles, shaking his head.
"What?" You ask.
"You said business," he chuckles again.
"You're stupid. Any more rules you can think of?"
"Not really. You?"
"I wrote a few down earlier today,” you say, moving to grab something.
"Of course you did," he says under his breath.
You show him the notebook you just grabbed. There's a few lines written down on the page. "One: no one can know. Two: if one of us wants to try something new, we must ask the other first. Three: we're each other's only partners. Four: no strings attached..."
He furrows eyebrows with a sigh. "Okay."
"That's all you have to say?" You ask, writing down rules five and six.
"Yeah. I guess I just wasn't expecting intricate plans and details about sex..." he says, "But I guess I should've known since it's you."
"Well, you can back out,” you tell him.
"I could, but I don't want to," Matthew shoots you a soft look.
"Then it's settled," you give him a small smile, offering your hand to shake.
He grabs it, returning the hand shake. "You're such a nerd," Matthew shakes his head with a chuckle. "Can we have sex now?"
You laugh, "Actually, Matthew, I have somewhere to be. You and the little ones can wait."
He makes a choked sort of coughing noise, "Damn, you're really evil.”
"Get used to it, babe."
"Ooh pet names... that should be on the list. Use pet names,” he grins.
"No!" You laugh, gesturing for him to walk through the door.
"Byeee," he says, fluttering his fingers in a wave.
"Goodbye, weirdo."
You shut the door after him, shaking your head in a smile. This morning, the girls had asked you to go to a bar tonight and dance. Obviously, you couldn't say no or Aisha would barge into your apartment and drag your ass outside. And you can't go to a club in sweats.
After turning on the shower, you strip out of your grey wears and black sweater. The water heats up as you take your hair out of the ponytail and wash your face. You step into the shower, the running water splashing onto your skin and hair. You wash your body and your hair before shaving. Quickly, you rinse off once more and step out.
Luckily, December isn't too cold in LA, so club clothes are still acceptable. You pick out a dress, black tights, and black boots. You dry off your body as the leave-in in your hair seeps in. After slipping on a set of white under garments, you head back into the bathroom and dry your hair the rest of the way. You straighten your brown locks, apply makeup, then step back into your bedroom to change.
The velvet green dress hits you just below mid thigh. You pull up the (mostly see through but still thick enough) black tights past your hips and step into the black boots you set beside your bed. You feel pretty good about this outfit. After grabbing a black jacket, your keys, and your bag, you head out of the apartment and down to the parking lot.
You're picking up Aisha, because knowing her, she's going to get super drunk and need a driver. You head to her place, music playing from the radio.
"Hey, hot stuff," Aisha says as she gets into your car.
"Hey!" You smile.
The two of you head to the bar and meet up with the other girls. Aj and Paget invited Kirsten, and you're excited to meet her again. You were sad she left the show before you got a chance to actually talk to her.
Music can be heard from outside of the club's doors.
"Nice to actually meet you, Y/n."
"Nice to meet you too!" You smile.
"So are we going to party or what?" Paget says, grabbing you and Aj by the wrists and dragging you into the club.
The five of you head straight for the bar to get in a quick drink to loosen up. After throwing back a shot, Kirsten turns to you and says, "You dance newbie?"
"Not usually, but I'm afraid I'll be killed if I don't."
"Ya got that right," Aj winks.
All of you girls head to the dance floor, music somehow getting even louder as you make your way to the center. You follow along with the other women, moving to the beat. Occasionally, some talk is made, but mostly you guys just yell the lyrics to the songs you know.
After a bit, you and Aj head back to the bar, taking a break from the dancing.
"I'm glad you came with us tonight," she says over the music.
"Yeah me too," you smile.
The others join you quickly, ordering a new round of drinks. You only drink half, knowing you need to stay sober. Soon enough, you guys are back on the dance floor, dancing and scream- singing to your hearts' content.
You notice people taking pictures of you guys, but the others don't seem to care. They must be used to it, the price of fame. Luckily, no one really wants to disrupt the fun you're having.
"You looked really hot in that dress"
You put away your phone, not answering the text from Matthew in front of people. You head to the bathroom. In the mirror, you wipe away the smudged eyeliner under your eyes and dab the little droplets of sweat from your hairline.
"Hmm too bad you won't be seeing me in it in person."
"We'll see about that."
You smirk, putting your phone back in your bag. He must've seen pictures someone posted on the internet of you girls.
The night out ends around 12:35am. You drive Aisha and Kirsten to their places since both of them decided it was a good idea to have well over four shots and normal drinks.
Once both of them are safe in their homes, you head back to your apartment. Matthew stands outside your door.
You clear your throat, letting him know you're approaching.
He looks up, leaning his hand against the door in an attempt to be seductive. He looks down again, "My timing wasn't great. I thought you'd be coming home sooner."
You chuckle, "A for effort."
He scans his eyes down your body. "Damn."
"Oh shut up."
"No seriously, damn." He looks at you again, licking his lips involuntarily. His eyes raking over your body put a million thoughts in your head.
You like that he doesn't seem to care that you're heavier than most girls, or at least the girls that he's used to working with and probably used to being with.
"So I'm assuming you thought you'd get lucky tonight?" You say, leaning against the back of the couch.
Matthew stands there a bit stunned.
"Well are you going to kiss me or just gawk at me, pretty boy?"
He steps forward, closing the door behind him. He grabs your hand and pulls your body against his. Matthew presses his lips to yours, beginning one of the best nights you’ve had with anyone.
seventeen
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fall0utboi12 · 4 months
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Sick, 1947
Maybe it had been more than a drizzle... AO3
“Percy, are you still in bed?” Arthur’s voice was muffled by the closed door. “Dad says you need to get up or you’re going to be late for school.”
Percy groaned and burrowed deeper under his duvet. He had been feeling awful since he woke up around two in the morning and had only been feeling worse since. He keeps side eyes closed to try and settle the ache in them. Arthur knocked on the door again, only succeeding in hurting Percy's head.
There was a click as the knob turned, followed by Arthur’s footsteps; “Percy.”
“G-go… Go away- Go away…” Percy stammers out in a hoarse voice. His throat hurt so bad.
“Hey…Are you feeling alright?” Arthur’s voice softened, followed by a sigh. “I told you not to go out in the rain without your jacket.”
Percy groans and tucks his face into his blanket. He just wants to sleep, despite how he struggled to. The mattress dipped as Arthur came to sit next to him. His cold hand came around to press against Percy’s forehead. The coldness felt so nice against his overheated skin, he didn’t even care his face was being touched. 
“Bloody hell, Percy, you’re burning up.” Arthur pulled his hand away. He stands with a sigh. “I’ll go tell dad you’re sick and can’t go to school today.”
Arthur’s footsteps soften as he leaves the room, the door clicking behind him. Percy closes his eyes again, finally slipping off into sleep. He wasn’t sure how long he slept for but it felt like it had been a while. The room had darkened as it had started raining at some point, the droplets paddering loudly against the roof. 
He rolls over onto his back and rubs his sore eyes. The only light in his room was the fairy lights he had strung up around his room, thankfully the warm glow didn’t hurt his eyes as he blinked.
The sound of multiple pairs of footsteps were coming up the attic steps. He slowly sits up, leaning back against his pillow as he looks over at the door curiously. It opens a moment later, revealing Arthur with Eddie, Sally and Margret who were now crowding into the room.
“Hey, Percy! I brought you soup!” Eddie announces, holding up a glass container of what looked like vegetable soup. “My mum made it for supper yesterday so I brought some over for you.”
“Thank… th-thank you.” Percy’s nose was stuffed up, making it hard to speak.
“How are you feeling?” Sally asks, coming to sit on the arm chair across from the bed.
“Aw-awful…” He sniffles, cringing at the feeling of mucus.
“You look awful.” Margaret states. When Sally and Arthur glared at her, she quickly added on. “I just mean he looks really sick! Don’t glare at me.”
Percy looks aways, focusing on the soup. He takes the spoon Eddie had brought for him. His taste buds weren’t working properly, making the food taste off. He grimaces as he takes a bite. He didn’t want to eat it, but Eddie had brought it just for him and he could at least try and get it down.
He wanted up not eating much of it, but he did at least feel a bit better having eaten something. He sits the container and spoon down at his side table and leaned back against his pillow to watch his friends. 
Sally and Arthur had somehow ended up arguing about something while Margaret gave a few comments on their topic. Eddie was the only one not involved, instead sitting cross-legged on the bed next to Percy. Eddie leaned back against the headboard as Percy leaned into him with a sniffle. Eddie was always comfortable to lay on. He closes his eyes, listening to the bickering as background noise as he drifts off. He felt a lot better than he did this morning waking up sick.
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ceilingfan5 · 2 years
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oh that LIST!!! perhaps 🎂 (am I the first person to wish you happy birthday today? it's so late :( I'm dropping everything rn let's celebrate you) and taakitz if you feel so inclined??
It’s a quiet night at Raven’s, which means that Kravitz has been able to take frequent breaks from waiting tables to watch the most gorgeous guy he’s ever seen get stood up. He came in all excited, a bouquet of three long-stem roses clutched a little too tight, tugging at his extravagant, glittering outfit. He waited for a bit, and then agreed to let Kravitz get him a table, and bread to keep it warm, and okay, okay, an italian soda. And he’s been sitting there eating bread and getting refills and tapping his foot hard enough to make the table jostle for at least half a million years. 
It’s a fancy restaurant. Kravitz sees a lot of dates, which means he also sees a lot of dumb jackasses and sorry souls get dumped, or stood up, or left with the check. Just yesterday he watched a married couple take the first, very loud steps to a divorce, when she shouted YOU’VE BEEN SLEEPING WITH DAVID? and threw her drink in his face. It was quite the hubbub, and made the night slightly less boring. Waiting tables is hardly Kravitz’s calling, and he spends a lot of the time people-watching, squirreling away interesting stories to write about later. 
He takes his role as a culinary anthropologist quite seriously, and tries not to intervene, unless things get really weird. Or the subject happens to be, really, honest and truly, the most attractive man Kravitz has ever laid eyes on. And the poor fucker has been waiting for the better part of an hour now. 
“Hello,” he says, swooping in when Gorgeous Victim rattles the ice in his empty drink, violently jabbing his straw at it to break it up. “Can, can I get you another? Maybe a different flavor this time? Peach? Strawberry?” 
The guy jumps, and looks at him with his face all screwed up, and Kravitz watches him paste a smile on in real time. 
“Heyyy,” he says. “Uh. I don’t know. I might be blowing this popsicle factory. He’s not coming, probably. Won’t text me back. Coward.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that.” Kravitz struggles not to rejoice about he. He’s serious and formal and he can be gay later when he isn’t on the clock. Definitely. 
“I mean, it sucks,” he says, grabbing a chunk of bread and gesturing with it. He squinches his face up again like he’s trying really hard to keep it in check, and he laughs, short and bitter. “It’s just fucking stupid, it, it’s my birthday, I was gonna con him into paying for me to get some of your sweetass cake, and- and-” He tosses the bread back into the basket, irritated. 
“It’s your birthday?” Kravitz suddenly feels awful for him. 
“Yeah, I don’t- I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” he huffs. 
“Happy birthday. I’m sorry it didn’t turn out like you expected.”
Gorgeous Guy cocks his head and looks at Kravitz, right through his soul. 
“You know,” he eyes his nametag. “You know, Kravitz, that’s the first time anyone has wished me ‘happy birthday’ today?” 
It’s so late. Kravitz’s heart drops hard enough he could swear he hears it bouncing on the floor. There it goes.
“Listen,” he says, a little intently. “You’re my only table right now. I’m going to get you some of that cake, alright?” 
“You don’t have to drop everything for me-”
“I want to. You deserve it.” 
The guy laughs, stirring his melting ice cubes with his straw. “What do you care? You don’t even know my name, handsome.”
“So tell me, gorgeous.” 
The guy’s eyes flash wide, and he giggles inelegantly in a way that makes Kravitz melt like six thousand pints of cookie dough ice cream. He’s got a gap in his teeth and he’s going to star in Kravitz’s dreams.  
“Taako,” he says, brightening significantly. “The name’s Taako. Do you always dress like a penguin, or is the tux just a hobby?” 
Kravitz laughs. 
“Let me get you a big slice of cake, and I’ll tell you everything.”
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doodle17 · 11 months
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consider: raz gets his teeth pulled
I HAVE LMAOOO
I actually have multiple situations for this. It's if Raz got his Wisdom teeth out, and he's about my version of his adult age (19) when he got them removed. Since he never really went to a dentist in his life, his teeth were very painful because he waited so long to get them removed 😬
Anyways, here's some scenarios I thought of yesterday (and a few today based on my experience)
Alright. I'm about to insert the I.V so you'll feel a small prick." The nurse said.
Raz inhaled through his teeth and winced. "Aw man... I really hate needles..." He looked over to Lili and Dogen. "Don't worry about it. Just don't look." Lili replied. He squeezed his eyes shut and the nurse inserted the I.V into his arm.
"What it bad?" Dogen asked. Raz opened one eye, with a look of surprise on his face. "Not... as bad as I thought!..." He looked at his arm and cringed. "Ew I should NOT have looked at it though."
scenario 2
"D'you want a blanket or anything before you go under?" The nurse asked. Lili was about to reply "No" but Raz interrupted her before she could say anything. "Yes please~" He said in a sing-song voice. He kicked his feet a bit and looked around the room. Lili giggled and elbowed Dogen for his attention. "Looks like he's starting to get high already." Noticing Raz's head began bobbing up in down, his eyelids getting heavy.
"OoooOooOooOOoo... I tHink it's W-orKIng..." He chirped before immediately passing out.
Scenario 3
"Alright Dogen, you go start the car, I'll get Raz." Lili said. Dogen gave her a thumbs up.
The nurse opened the door and let her in. She leaned over the dental chair and smiled. "Hey... Raz-zle." She waved her hand in front of his face. "All the lights on up there?"
His eye slowly opened. He looked around the room, drowsy. He noticed Lili, who was gently rubbing his shoulder. He smiled, as wide as he could at least. "Hheeey Liliiii..." He said dreamily. She giggled. "Hey, hon. How you feelin'?"
"I'm feelin' ggrrrreaat!" He flung both his arms outward, with a thumbs up. "Oh, sorry am I bein' to loud?..." He asked the nurse. "Nope. You're all right."
His eyes became glossy and his lip trembled. "I'm so sorry for being loud..." The nurse and Lili were trying not laugh. Lili was trying to calm Raz down, who was on the verge of sobbing hysterically.
Scenario 4
Raz hadn't said anything the in car so far, just stared off into space, drooling.
"Is he asleep or something?" Dogen asked. D'art waved a hand in front of Raz's face. He blinked each eye slowly. "Nah, he's still awake. His mind is just somewhere else at the moment."
"We should stop to get some food, and Raz a shake or something. There's a Fast food place over there." Lili pointed out the car window. Dogen began to turn the cad towards the parking lot. "That's a good idea. What do you think Raz?" Raz just blinked slowly again, letting out a small "Eh" in reply. "I think he likes the idea." D'art snickered.
Raz sat there slurping peacefully on his milkshake. Obviously drooling it everywhere in the process, Lili had to wipe his face off. "Hey? What's this metal thing on my finger...?" He asked mouth full of ice cream. "It an engagement ring. We're engaged? Remember?" Lili replied. Raz scrunched his face up in confusion, and looked up thoughtfully for a moment. His face lit up with realization. "Oh yeaaaaah!" He giggled like a 16 yea old girl. "You're stuck with meeeee..."
"Raz quit talking, your getting milk-shake everywhere." D'art said. Raz glared at him. "Well YOOOUUU eat ice-cream like a prostitute..." D'art covered his mouth trying to hold back a laugh, while Lili and Dogen did the same.
"Uuuuuugggghhhh... D'art you're such a WHHHhhhoooorrreee....." Raz hissed with the most pure malice in his voice. Dogen choked on his food and broke out into a coughing fit, while D'art and Lili were losing their minds in the back seat.
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justahawkinsgirl · 2 years
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Two weeks ~ Eddie Munson
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Pairing: Eddie Munson x artistic!shy!reader
Summary: You have a surprise for Eddie as your two week anniversary
Tw: nothing, love confession?
Word count: 1163
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'What're sketching?' Eddie leans over to you, trying to get a glance of your paper.
You playfully shift away from him. 'It's a surprise.'
Eddie's grin widens as you say it.
After the whole upside down trip (you've nearly survived) you'd grown closer to the famous "freak" of Hawkins High.
You weren't in the Hellfire Club but being Dustin's adoptive sister (he adopted you during your first encounter with the upside down) you had made friends with the group and sat with them during lunch.
So you’d been friends with Eddie even before he was accused for murder. That's also why you immediately stood behind Dustin as he made a plan to try and find Eddie.
During your latest adventure Eddie and you had opened up more towards each other and seeing him almost dead after your fight with the demo-bats made something click in your chest.
You were irrevocable and utterly in love with Eddie Munson.
Eddie went into coma from all the wounds and stayed for four weeks at the hospital. And you stayed by his side. Only going home to take a shower, sleep and get fresh clothes.
After Eddie woke up he had a long journey of recovery ahead. His wounds had healed but one nasty mark in his leg made it difficult for him to walk.
And here too were you the person he could (quite literally) lean on. It was after a bad night where he had called you in distress that you revealed your feelings.
You’d played his favourite music all night to let him calm down and since the sun came up he had been trying to get you to admit that you actually liked Metallica (even though you were a pop girl you loved Metallica but you just wouldn't admit it)
'Just admit you love them!' He pokes your side as he leans closer to you on the couch you were sitting on.
'I will never!' You shake his head like a little kid that didn't want to eat their vegetables.
'Come on!' He pokes your side again, making you jump of the couch trying to get away from him.
'Stop it, Eddie.' You warn him, a finger pointed his way.
'Only if you admit that you at least like them.'
'And what do I get in return of admitting it?' You cross your arms, chin in the air.
'My friendship.'
'We're already friends, smartass.' You flop down beside him.
'That should be enough for you to admit it.' He leans over to lay his head against your shoulder. 'Just admit it. For me.' He smiles cheekily.
You sigh as you feel your heart leaping in your chest at his proximity. 'Fine! They are not that awful.'
Eddie sits up in a second, his hair hitting your face in the process. 'Not that awful?' He looks overdramatic offended and it makes you laugh to see him like that.
'They are okay.' You quickly say as he was aiming for your side again.
'Okay?' Eddie repeats thinking if he'll take it.
'Okay.' You repeat emphasising the word.
He grins, nodding as he turns to you again. 'Okay.'
The breath almost was knocked out of you as you met his eyes. Those eyes. They were like a dark ponds that radiated comfort.
You don't know from where your confidence came in that moment but as the butterflies in your belly came back you practically whispered. 'You are so beautiful. I wish I could kiss you.'
Eddie's grin falters as your words sink in. But before you could regret saying anything a more genuine smile takes over his facial expression. 'Well, why don't you?'
Now you were the one to let his words sink in. 'What?'
His eyes flicker down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. 'Can I- can I kiss you?'
He takes your small smile as a yes and cups your cheeks as he pulls you in for a kiss.
That was two weeks ago. Exactly today. And an idea had popped into your mind yesterday as a surprise for your new boyfriend.
You loved the sound of it. Eddie, the man you've been in love with for almost a year, is your boyfriend.
As you were sitting with Eddie at the diner, waiting for your friends, you finally finished the sketch.
'Can I see it?' Eddie asks for the millionth time.
‘Yes!' You beam as you drop your pencil on the table.
Eddie hadn't actually thought that would've been your answer. 'Wait, really?'
You nod, giving him the sketch.
It was the first letter of your names, blend together in a calligraphic way. The two letters stood in the middle of two wings. One was that of a fairy the other of a bat.
Your eyes scan his face for any sign that it wasn't good or if there was something wrong. But he was just staring at it.
'So? What'd you think?' You nudge his leg with yours.
He looks at you from over the paper. 'What I think?' He asks his voice louder than you'd expected. Before you can say anything he leans forward, careful not to crunch your book, and pulls you in a bone-crushing hug.
'I'll take that as a good?'
'Good?' Eddie breaths out the word in a scoff. 'It's pure talent! It's perfect!' You feel him setting s kiss to your crown.
You shyly push some hair behing your ear. 'It's just a sketch.'
‘Just a sketch? This is better than Van Gogh!' He exclaims.
You laugh at that. 'I don't think you now Van Gogh well enough.'
'Oh, shut up. I'm keeping it.' He pulls back a little. 'Can I?'
You shrug. 'If you want too. It was for you, so.'
He lets out a sound of joy before pampering your face with kisses.
'Oh god, can't you stop kissing for just a moment?'
You and Eddie look to where the voice and see Dustin with Steve and Robin walking in.
'Shut up, it's cute.' Robin smiles at you. 'Fresh lovers.'
'It's been 2 weeks! It's annoying.' Dustin sighs as he takes the place in front of Eddie.
'Jealous that I at least have a girlfriend that I can see every day?' Eddie grins at the kid.
Dustin scoffs, taking a defensive position. 'At least I have good grades in Spanish now. What were your grades again? D-minus?'
Eddie reaches out to slap Dustin's cap in front of his eyes. 'Doesn't change a thing about your jealousy. And to make you even more jealous. My girlfriend is an artist.' He proudly let them see your sketch.
'Oh, wow!' Robin grabs the paper.
'This is amazing!' Steve looks up at you.
'Oh, shut up.' You wave away his compliment.
You thank them and quickly grab the sketch, changing the topic to what you're going to eat.
You feel eyes on you as the others discuss and look over at Eddie.
Eddie smiles as you meet his eyes and lays his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him. 'You're incredible, angel.'
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goblin-spider · 15 days
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[log 11]
-Please enter passcode-
Code: F I R E L I G H T...|
[Good morning Mer. What kind of log will we be recording today?]
«I...don't know. Don't have anyone else to talk to about this. Maybe Atticus would have been a good choice to speak to? Maybe I'll go ask him about it later. I feel like you'll try something if I tell you but I need to talk to someone.»
[we're friends now, you can trust that I'll respect your wishes as one. At least I hope you will. I could also tell from the scan I did yesterday. Early.]
«I need to go somewhere far away. I'm not very interested in Patrick anymore, don't wanna muck up what he has going on, don't want to try anything with Gabe because I don't want to be weird and the thought of walking about this way feels... dangerous.»
[Want to find an isolated place? *Puts his hands up in front of him* won't try to mix toxins or anything. I'll come along inside the goggles instead. No body.]
«Thank you. That's actually a relief. Where were you thinking?»
[The groves. Like old times. Nice open space, lovely and dark, plenty of trees to nap in, no one to disturb you for kilometres.]
«Pat will find me there. Like I said, trying to avoid ruining things»
[How about the cabin?]
«... That'd feel wrong without Firelight now. That's his space too, not just mine anymore.»
[The void area of downtown still forming? It's empty.]
«too glitchy to nest in.»
[The vents at hq?]
«Would be perfect, if it weren't so close to other spideys. Wouldn't wanna irritate them with my apparent corpse smell.»
[Why not just stay put then?]
«You know why I can't do that.»
[You could just be very cuddly like last year. You had extremely good control of yourself.]
«The year before is what scares me about staying put.»
[Oh?.]
«Kinda don't want Gabe coming back to an apartment full of webbing and me attempting to eat him or something crazy.»
[How about the vents here? They seem like a perfect middle ground.]
«Hmm. That could work. I really want to keep my distance though.Things could very easily go wrong. Remember that time I had Kirk stuck to the wall, did nothing weird but just fed him and gave him head pats?»
[I know... It was quite hilarious though. If things get really awful, let me know. I can find a good place if I must.]
«thank you»
[END OF LOG]
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noroi1000 · 2 years
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Bonus Chapter!
Part four
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A / n: I wanted to send it yesterday, but I couldn't. I am sending it to you today! As with all of this series, this is all NSFW.
"So I was going to see something at home... Soo... What is this?" you asked while sitting in the chair by the kitchen table.
"Aw don't be impatient. I'm trying to make iced coffee for you and you complain." Satoru groaned 
"Sorry to say so, but I'm curious. So don't keep me in this guess anymore..." you muttered trying to see what he was doing.
He's supposed to make the iced coffee himself, but you don't know how it will come out.
He can make coffee for sure, but you don't know what it will look like with coffee that is supposed to be on ice.
He certainly didn't put water in to make it boil. He has one more point from you today.
Just like he took ice from the freezer and put it in tall glasses.
Later you only saw his back and how he kept mixing and pouring something.
He turned to smile at you, two glasses of iced coffee in his hands. After all, it even looks nice. 
He put a glass in front of you, and you looked at it in amazement. Who would have thought your boyfriend could do such a thing.
"Oh! I would forget!" He said quickly and reached for the top cabinet for a moment.
Later he came over to you and injected whipped cream into yours and his glasses and then put a wide straw there.
"Here you are!" 
You took a straw in your mouth and sipped some cold drink.
"Wow, Satoru. This is so good." you told him with a nice smile.
"Honey, I did it for you like you like to drink coffee. Especially for you!"
"Thank you."
You both started sipping your coffee.
Until suddenly Satoru interrupted this moment of sipping your drink.
"I have to show you the list. " he said as he pulled out his phone and switched on his notebook.
Then he put it on the counter and moved it closer to you.
"Here. I wrote this list down so we don't forget how to fuck."
"What?" 
"You know. This is a list of what I'd like to try with you." he added adjusting the glasses on his nose.
At least now he has changed that headband to his glasses. You can know his eyes normally...
"Ok... Let's see..." you murmured taking his phone in your hand. 
There were ten points. Three of them have already been deleted.
You have to admit that you are honestly curious about what he wrote there.
Probably something weird.
Probably even weirder than his previous attempts.
You looked at the lines that were crossed out.
• Hard fuck • In my job • Quick fuck
These three points were deleted.
"So you really just wanted quick sex." You said taking the straw in your mouth again. You took a few sips before removing the plastic tube.
"I just entered this. I wasn't exactly trying to do it in town." he muttered, eating the whipped cream on top of his cold coffee with a spoon. 
"You could have waited until he came home. " 
"Then I'd like to fuck you longer!" he groaned. "My point was to see if I like short sex... But after all, I don't think that's what I really want to do. And I also don't want to do it that often." 
You turned your attention back to the list before you.
He devoted himself so much to write it all down...
You don't know if he watched porn to make this list or what...
Or maybe he just used what's in his head.
Nobody knows how dark and strange ideas wander under his skull...
And you probably don't want to know more than is on this list either.
"So what am I supposed to do with this list?" you asked, still nue not looking at the words written there.
You have seven points to read...
"My point is for you to read and identify if we can do it."
"Mhm..." 
You grunted as you sucked the straw lightly to enjoy your drink.
Then you finally looked at his list.
You read the first point.
• Masturbation together
You thought about this offer for a moment.
It doesn't sound too bad at all.
"And what?" He asked.
"I think we can make this point." you said without looking at him with a little blush. 
"Seriously? You don't want to know what it will be like?" He groaned as he grabbed your thighs.
"If you want you can tell me."
"That's not why I ordered toys for us..." 
You looked at him with wide eyes.
Toys? How much did he buy it?
Unimportant... He probably won't tell you anyway... Besides, it's better not to know ...
You will know in the right time.
Probably when he puts something between your legs or up your ass... 
In return, you could make him no longer a virgin... Even a little dildo is enough for you. And your Satoru will stop laughing so constantly.
Though you doubt that it will let you do that for now.
But you can wait until something penetrates your boyfriend until he cries...
You turned into a sadist.
"Don't say any more. We'll see later. Next on the list is.."
• Marathon
"We even do it often. So we can do it anyway."
"We don't have sex marathons! In this you will be much more than your body can handle~" he smiled with a ghastly smirk on his face.
You quickly turned your head away from him and stared at the phone.
Another point to distract from him:
• Domination
"Satoru, what is it about?" you asked pointing to the point.
"Domination. You don't know what domination is?" He laughed shortly.
"You will dominate?"
"Mhm~" He grunted as he ate the whipped cream from your coffee. You hit his hand.
"I don't agree to that. "
"Honey ~ Why?" he groaned sadly.
"You're still dominating. So my condition is one." you smiled devilishly. "I agree to domination. But I am the dominant one."
"Wha–" He opened his mouth in shock at your words. "I don't know..."
"Come on. Maybe that's what you like best." 
"...Ugh... Okay. I can do this for you. But only once." He muttered softly, almost indignantly.
"Thank you!" you stepped up to him and kissed the corner of his mouth. 
"Next."
• Fake rape
"No way. Never in my life. And the end of the discussion. Don't even ask. We won't do this."
You stopped him before he could say anything.
He thought: "We'll do it anyway..."
• Calm
"Take it easy, I agree. May be. I don't mind a little soft sex. Compared to the constant wild game..."
• A bit of pain 
"I didn't know you wanted to be a sadist..." you laughed. "If that's not too much, it might be."
You set the nearly empty glass aside. 
"Why don't you say anything?" you asked and then you looked at him. He was looking at you carefully.
"..."
"Ah, so you took offense at my disagreement with attempted rape..." you rolled your eyes.
The last point.
"Absolutely not."
"Why?!!" He groaned sadly.
• Threesome
"We will not have a triangle! You'll be jealous. Same as me!"
"I will not! I know you'd rather two guys! So I can get Sugu–"
You interrupted him.
"Satoru, I know you want to, but understand that no one is going to come especially to have a threesome with their friends!"
"But I've already spoken to him..." he groaned very sadly. Almost like a baby.
You widened your eyes.
"What?!"
"I've already talked to him. I asked about it, and he said he didn't care. And so he comes..."
Suguru said that ?!
Why did he say that ?!
Whyyyy?!!
"We will wait until his arrival!" he smiled. "So everything's taken care of!"
You looked at him with a blush.
If Suguru agrees, you'll have to have sex with both of them...
You don't know if you'll survive it...
Suguru is handsome too...
But you are friends...
You don't want to think about it for now, but your brain has started to drift to the dirty side.
"Come to bed, lie down and spread your legs. I promised you something and I'm going to keep my promise."
A/n: I wrote this to show you what will come next. So I will write everything in the order as it was on Satoru's list! Thank you!
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