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sughuru · 5 months

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you’re late

- gojo satoru x reader and young! fushiguro megumi

you forgot to pick up a certain someone from school.

genres/warnings: fluff, reader is gojo’s s/o, platonic relationship with megumi, kinda ooc, more of a thought that came to my mind, not proofread

notes: hopefully i’ll have time to write more as christmas break is finally here!! as always, english isnt my first language so ignore any errors, thank youu!

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You were impromptly called in by Yaga to take over a second grader’s mission in Kyoto and you had just finished. You checked the time on your phone and noticed it was almost 4 PM. As you were heading home you decided to stop by the supermarket to grab yourself a drink and perhaps a snack and some candies for Tsumiki and Megumi, although, they’d probably be eaten by your boyfriend anyway.

As you were walking home, you received a phone call from your loving boyfriend, Satoru. You answered the call, a small smile forming, “yes, darling?”

You could hear Satoru chuckle from the other end of the phone, “Hey, babe! Just returned from a mission, have you picked up Megumi?” he asks. You froze on the spot, almost dropping the groceries earlier. You gripped onto the phone tighter, your other hand tightly clutching on the plastic bags.

“…weren’t you supposed to pick Megumi up?” you asked, worry washed over you as you quickly sped walk home.

Noises from Satoru’s end of the line were loud, “huh? I thought you— damn it! Can’t you see I’m calling the love of my life?” he seems to be in the middle of a exorcism. You sighed and quickly ended the call.

“Okay okay, fuck, I forgot!” you quickly turned around and made your way to Megumi’s school. Your heart was filled with guilt, realizing that you really did forget to pick him up as you remembered that Satoru did remind you last week that he couldn’t pick the young boy up today.

Standing right outside the school gate, you entered to look for the tiny boy. You noticed a little boy with jet black hair by the swing, swinging himself back and forth. As you got closer, you could hear soft sniffles.

“Gumi?” you softly called out and the boy turned around, revealing it to be Megumi indeed. You quickly ran up to him, “I’m so so so sorry…I forgot— I accepted a mission and completely forgot Satoru couldn’t pick you up and Tsumiki’s at a sleepover.” you quickly hugged him tightly. Megumi didn’t say anything.

“I-it’s okay…” Megumi’s soft voice cracked which made your heart shatter a little more, you noticed there were dry tear stains on his cheek.

You picked him up, “as an apology, how about we get some ice cream, yeah?” you grinned at him.

Megumi nods, clearly still upset by the whole situation; but who could blame him?

At the ice cream store, you allowed him to get two scoops of his favorite flavors. The boy seemed to be in a better mood after eating.

“Megumi, I’m really sorry again, I didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long at school!” you quickly apologized again and the boy shook his head, “it’s okay…it was a mistake, right?”

You blinked, “of course it was!” That’s when you realized something.

Megumi and Tsumiki’s father abandoned them when they were really young, you had assumed that Megumi had no recollection of those memories but today’s situation says otherwise.

Realizing that Megumi thought that you and Satoru were abandoning him and his sister caused you to slightly tear up.

“Y/N?”

“Sorry, I-“ you quickly wipe your tears but Megumi’s small hands beat you to it. He attempted to wipe it off with a tissue before throwing it away.

“It was an honest mistake, I-i understand, okay?” he muttered. For a seven year old, you couldn’t believe how mature he is for his age.

You nodded, “yeah, yeah.”

Megumi nods. The air was so thick, you were about to break the ice when Megumi looked up again, “Y/N.”

“Mhm?”

“…don’t tell Gojo, okay?” Megumi starts as he mixes the melted ice cream that is left in his cup, “you and…Gojo won’t ever leave me and Tsumiki, right?”

You pulled him into a hug, “of course not! I wouldn’t even dream of it!” Megumi gave you a small smile, “promise?”

“A promise.” you reassured the boy once more as you tightly hugged him more. It was evident that Megumi seemed to relax after you hugging him.

Later that evening, you explained the whole situation to Satoru. To make up for your mistake, you took Megumi and Satoru to his favorite dog cafe and let him stay as long as he pleases.

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alotofpockets · 7 months

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The regular | Part 2 | Alessia Russo

Pairing: Alessia Russo x Reader

Summary: Your cafe gains a new regular after Alessia's move to Arsenal.

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Alessia picks you up from your place and drives you to the restaurant you had both been wanting to try. It was a new place not far from the location of your shop. She reserved a table outside on the small patio the restaurant had. You both ordered a pizza and some drinks. You started up your earlier conversation again, getting to know each other. You learned about Alessia’s family, and she learned about your childhood. Her school and career, and your road to opening up your own cafe.

You were having a great time with Alessia. So much so that after sharing a desert, neither one of you wanted the date to end. That’s when you decided to walk around the town a bit. Your hand kept brushing against Alessia’s, until you finally got the courage to hold her hand. She gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, which made your heart flutter. After walking for about an hour you decide to head back, because Alessia has an early training the next morning, and you have the opening shift.. She drives you back home, and even gets out to walk you to your front door, her hand once again in yours. “Can I kiss you?” She asks softly when you reach the front door. You smile at her and tell her, “Yes, you can.” Alessia places her free hand on your cheeks and pulls you in for a short but sweet kiss. You wait by the front door, looking after Alessia with a smile, as she drives off into the distance.

The next morning Alessia walked into your cafe in full training gear, getting a coffee to go before her training session. “Good morning, sunshine.” She says, your smile reminding her of the warmth of the sun. “Hi Less, good morning. The regular?” She nods and you start getting it ready for her. Alessia leans on the counter to kiss your cheek, once you’ve handed her the to go cup. In the afternoon Alessia came back with some of her teammates. They came in when it was rather busy, so you weren’t able to talk to them much. Though, whenever you walked by you shot Alessia your signature smile. Before the girls left, Alessia asked if you would like to join her and some of the girls for a movie night. You agreed, and with a quick peck on your cheek she’s out the door again.

After your shift you take a quick shower and have some dinner before you head over to Alessia’s place. Stopping by the supermarket on your way, to get some snacks. When you ring the doorbell to the address that she had texted you, Katie opened the door. She took one look at the snack, and grabbed your arm to drag you inside. “You are a lifesaver, clumsy Lessi dropped the snack all over the floor already.” The rest of the girls cheer you on as you hold up the snacks. "Oi, Lessi, your girlfriend brought extra snacks." You blush at the girlfriend part but try to hide it, and make your way to the kitchen where you heard Alessia stumbling around. "Hey, Less, are you okay?" You say as you round the corner and see her pacing around. She comes to a halt and practically falls into your arms for comfort. You hold her tight and rub your hand over her back soothingly. "Sorry, I thought I had ruined movie night with my clumsiness." You put your hands on Alessia’s shoulders and gently put some space between the two of you, so that you could look her in the eyes. "Nothing is ruined, darling, I brought snacks."

After helping Alessia put the snacks in some clean bowls, you walk with her to the living room, where the rest of the girls had already set up the movie. You were a little nervous about being around Alessia’s friends and teammates in this setting as you didn't know them that well, but Katie, Leah, and Lia, made you feel a part of the group instantly. The movie started, Alessia sat down next to you. She didn't take long before cuddling into your side, you smiled, and put your arm around her. Moving your other hand to play with the rings on her fingers.

You stuck around a bit longer than the other girls. "Hey, so about what Katie said earlier." She looked at your face for any change in facial expression. "You know, the girlfriend part." You nodded along. "I don’t know why she said that, I didn't tell her we were like official, or anything." - "Don't worry about it, Less, I know she was just teasing you, plus I kind of like the sound of it." Your cheeks heat up again. "Yeah?" Alessia says hopeful. "Can I ask you?" You realized that she wanted to make sure that it was okay to ask you since you had only been on one date prior to tonight. That date and all the encounters at your cafe were all you needed to know your answer though, so you tell her she can. "Y/n, do you want to be my girlfriend?" Even while you knew that the question was coming, your heart still flutters. "Yes, I would love to be." Alessia pulls you in for a kiss. You deepen the kiss, your hands moving to her hips to bring her closer.

Since it was getting late, Alessia asked if you wanted to spend the night. You borrowed some of her clothes to sleep in, and spent the evening cuddling before you fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning you wake up with Alessia’s arm still around you, you smile, and cuddle back into her side. You spend your morning at her place, it consisted of more cuddling, her making you breakfast, the occasional make-out session, and more cuddling. Eventually you had to make your way home, as you had to work the afternoon shift.

Every day after Alessia showed up at your cafe after training with a few of the girls. Until Saturday when a group of the girls walked in but Alessia wasn’t amongst them. Something didn’t feel right, so you walked up to them, “Hi ladies, no Lessi, today?” Katie tells you that she seemed a bit off at training but had told them everything was fine, and to go without her. You might not have known Alessia for a long time but something was telling you that things weren’t fine. You write down the table's orders and walk up to the counter where Mandy and James were talking amongst themselves. “Would either one of you be able to close tonight? I need to take care of something.” James happily agreed, and they both told you that they would be fine with you leaving early.

After grabbing Alessia’s usual order to go, you make your way over to her apartment. After a few knocks Alessia opens the door, you notice her puffed up eyes and tear stained cheeks. “Oh darling, what’s going on?” You ask as you take her into your arms, and close the door behind you. She tells you about how bad the reactions from the Manchester United fans affected her, and how it was making her feel like she wasn’t playing to her full potential, the potential that made Arsenal want her to join their team, and that she was very stressed about the game against Aston Villa tomorrow. You whisper encouraging messages in her ear while she cries onto your shoulder. Rubbing soothing circles over her back as you hold her. That night you decide to spend the night again, you did not want Alessia to be alone tonight.

The next day you spend the morning cuddling for some more comfort before the game. Before you let Alessia go get ready for the game, you gave her some final encouraging words. “You’ve got this, Lessi. You are going to be amazing, because you always play so well.” After a long hug you told her you would see her from your place in the crowd, cheering her on the whole game.

The game was really suspenseful. Arsenal had more possession and more shots but Aston Villa was in the lead with 0-1 since the 25th minute goal from Pacheco. You kept cheering on Alessia and the team, chanting with the rest of the fans. The minutes ticked down and the score was still 0-1, you were really hoping the team would win this one, knowing it would do Alessia good having some positive news. Some changes were made to the team, one of them being Beth. You were happy that she was getting her first minutes of playing time after her long recovery.

Twelve minutes of stoppage time was added to the second half, the crowd was trying to hype up the players on the field, keeping the hope high with the many attempts to bring the ball forward. And then two minutes into stopping time Katie hits the ball in the back of the net, and the crowd erupts, relieving all the buildup suspense. They had been fighting for the equalizer and after so many attempts the score was finally 1-1. The team celebrated for a moment before quickly moving on, finding some more strength to push forward. Pushing forward again Stina nearly scores the second but it hits the far post. You’re on your feet from the suspense building up again, you know they so badly want to win this game.

Not even two minutes later the ball falls to Beth’s feet in the box, she’s surrounded by Aston Villa defenders so passes the ball to Alessia. She steps in and shoots the ball right through the defense scoring the goal that put them in the lead. Beth and Vic jump into her arms, celebrating the goal with her, while the crowd goes wild. The rest of the girls join in on the celebration huddled up together. Katie turns the both of them away from the team and pushes Alessia to look at the Arsenal crowd. Even from the far distance that you were from her, you could see that she was beaming. You knew that this was exactly what she needed, and were so happy that she was finally able to achieve it. Not only did she score but she scored the winning goal. You were immensely proud of her.

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katzenmas · 4 months

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just imagine cbf!Gaz seeing you again after ten years. Last time he saw you was when you guys finished your GCSEs. somehow you still looked the same even after all these years. the loud laugh that you barked out in the midle of the supermarket made him do a 160 degree turn.

he knew that godawful laugh, and it belonged to a snarky mean girl he knew as a kid. she was awful, always making fun of him in some way or another, showing up at his house like she owned it, eating his snacks and staying for dinner that his ma prepared. you were a nuisance at first. just some kid that moved in two houses down. then you became a thorn at his side when you caught him staring at your old my little pony dolls.

that very day, under the hot summer sun, napes sticky with sweat and lips tugged into smiles while you and Kyle played with your dolls, a beautiful friendship was born.

both of you started school, as fate would have it, you were conveniently placed as classmates. always going to and coming back from school together. never once did you grow apart. during those eleven years in school you and kyle both got new friends, different friendgroups but never lost sight of each other.

but then he joined the military. he finished his exams and got his acceptance letter into bootcamp the same day. his excited expression fell from his face when he saw how you clutched the letter he gave you a bit more tightly. your eyes looked up into his, with white molten rage simmering in your irises.

' I will be protecting you! protecting the whole country' he was screaming. nervous hands running to run his fingers through his hair, small puffs of air heaving out of kyle's chest.

' Yes by killing other people who are doing the same thing Kyle! don't you get it? you are just a body to them, you will be replaced by some other idiot kid who thinks he can be a hero' your yell tore through his room. you two have been at it for hours now. his whole room was a mess, things were thrown in the heat of the moment, some old football trophy lay broken next to a sweater of his that you threw at kyle's head.

'please, just stay' you were much quieter, your tone pleading, begging him to reconsider. ' just stay with me, be safe with me'

next morning he took his bags and left for bootcamp.

it's been ten years since that. turns out you still live in the small town you guys grew up in, or maybe you're visiting our parents? kyle's mind is running a hundred miles per hour, looking over at your form, trying to notice what had changed.

the first thing he noticed was your hair. it was no longer styled in the edgy way you liked to keep it during your rebellious teenage years. it was your natural hair color, a few strands framed your face and shook round as you laughed with your shopping partner.

the next thing he noticed were your hands. your fingers more specifically. kyle was looking each of your fingers, trying to notice even the smallest flash of metal. of a ring. he came up empty handed.

before he could choose another part of you to analyze, the loud sound of glass breaking got him to look up.

the jar of pickles you were holding slipped from your hands. your fingers were shaking, eyes trained on him, frozen in stupor. kyle saw the gears turn in your head, he could almost see the memories of your fight flashing by your eyes. your friend placed a hand on your shoulder but you ignored it, staring kyle down with a cold gaze.

a few beats of silence streched for far longer than kyle would have liked, so he broke it.

'hey there! its been years' he tried to sound casual about it but it came out a bit forced, his voice sounded like there was soemthing lodged in the back of his throat. he outstretched his arm and moved closer to you, but was left frozen mid action as you turned your back towards him and just picked another jar of pickled from the shelf in front of you.

you did not dignify him kyle with a response, hellbent on acting like he was not even standing there. you shook your head and turned to your friend, a smile graced your lips again as you pushed your trolley past Kyle, never looking at him again.

' did you know that guy?'

'i dont think so, can't remember him' kyle felt his heart shatter.

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idk where i was going with this. it was supposed to be a smutty one at first and then i was like hmmm... haven't written agnst yet. so yeah.

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vivwritesfics · 6 months

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Hi, I was wondering if you could possibly write something about poly Dando just sweet moments when things get tough for one of them and like little vacations and birthdays! I'm sorry if this is too vague

For my own sake I had to make this really fluffy - I don't know what day of the week lando's birthday was so i picked (just go w it)

I desperately want a new tattoo

Smut implied at the end

Lando's birthday was in November. Of course, Daniel suggested they go somewhere hot to celebrate. And then Y/N suggested the Canary Island and off they went.

On the flight over Lando napped, so of course, Daniel took pictures of him, ones of Lando snoring with his mouth open. Y/N sat herself in his lap and Lando stirred slightly, but all he did was grip her tighter and nuzzle his nose into her neck.

Daniel got another picture of Y/N kissing his cheek and holding two fingers up behind his head. He stored them on his phone, ready to post on Lando's birthday.

When they touched down in Gran Canaria, Y/N gently woke up Lando. "We're here, birthday boy," she whispered and climbed off of his lap.

The three of them made their way from the airport, into the taxi and towards the villa they had rented out for the next week and a bit (the boys had flown straight from the last grand prix, trusting Y/N to pack their bags for them. They only had two weeks between that grand prix and the next, and would be heading straight there from the villa).

Lando's birthday was a Wednesday. He usually woke up early, so Y/N and Daniel had to wake up earlier. They made sure he was still asleep as they slipped out of the bed and made their way down to the nearest supermarket.

They got snacks, drinks and cake. That night they were going out for dinner, to celebrate their boy turning twenty four.

He was going to be awake when they got back, Y/N and Daniel knew this. It was Daniels job to distract him while she worked on getting everything stored away in the kitchen of the villa. The cake was in the fridge and the snacks were in the cupboards. They got Ice cream, which Y/N instantly put in the freezer. That was a treat just for Lando.

"Happy birthday, chicken," said Lando as he threw himself onto the bed beside his boyfriend.

Lando gave him a lazy smile as Daniel wrapped his arms around him, kissing the side of his head. "What've you guys done?" He asked as he leaned his head on Daniels shoulder.

Suddenly Y/N came running up the stairs, plate in hand. "Happy birthday, Lan!" She shouted as she kicked open the door and strode over to him, placing the plate in his lap. She pulled a knife and fork from her back pocket.

Lando ate the breakfast Y/N had prepared for him. He offered Y/N and Daniel bites, which Daniel always accepted.

Their day was very chilled out, swimming in the pool and walking down to the beach. It was nice and chilled, the three of them having a few beers as they lounged around the villa.

And then they went out for Daniel. Daniel and Lando looked incredibly dapper, in fancy shirts and trousers. Lando had the top few buttons of his shirt open, revealing his chest and the chain beneath.

It was rare they looked that fancy unless it was for an event. And, even then they wouldn't be at the same event. Y/N had to choose who she went with, going to one with Lando and the next with Daniel.

So, Y/N insisted they get a picture of the three of them, their arms wrapped around her as Lando kissed her cheek and Daniel also held him.

And then they set off, walking away from the villa and down to the old town. A couple of people recognised the boys, and Y/N was more than happy to take pictures of them with the fans. Some wished Lando a happy birthday, letting them go on their way.

They had dinner, sitting by the ocean as they drank and ate. "How are you feeling about turning twenty four?" Daniel asked as their food was placed in front of him.

Lando shrugged his shoulders. He'd been a little bit quiet for the entire day, enjoying himself, sure, but still quiet.

"Baby Lan," Y/N said with a pout as she grabbed his hand. "You know you're still our baby, right? No matter how old you get."

He gave them that blushy smile. "I'm not a baby," he muttered and Daniel laughed.

It was that kind of laugh where he used his whole chest, his grin splitting across his face. "No, chicken, you're our baby."

So Lando wasn't feeling great about turning twenty four, but Y/N and Daniel definitely made it better. They kissed him, held him close and wrangled him into bed in a mess of clothes tossed to the side and breathy moans.

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 7 months

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By: Louise Perry

Published: Jun 8, 2023

When we get home from the supermarket, our two-year-old likes to assist with taking the groceries out from underneath his stroller and carrying them to the kitchen. He will pick up a carton of milk and heave it towards the fridge like an atlas stone. “Well done darling” I say to him in a pitch slightly higher than usual, “you’re being so helpful.”

Of course he isn’t actually being helpful. In fact, he’s slowing down the process of unpacking and risking an enormous milk spillage all over the kitchen floor. But my goal is encouragement and kindness – he’s only two, bless him, and that carton is awfully big and heavy.

My husband regards these exercises with more of a gentle briskness. “Thanks mate” he’ll say in his usual tone of voice, excising my white lie. In this, I’ve learnt, my husband is typical of other men. In a 2015 study led by Mark VanDam, a professor in the Speech and Hearing Sciences department at Washington State University Spokane, researchers outfitted preschoolers and their parents with recording devices to monitor social interactions over the course of a normal day. The mothers, they found:

… used higher pitch and varied their pitch more when interacting with their child than with adults. The fathers, on the other hand, did not show the same pattern, and instead talked to their children using intonation patterns more like when they talked to other adults.

As an instinctive speaker of so-called ‘motherese’ – that is, baby talk – I find that when our son mispronounces a word (‘tawtah’ for ‘water’ or ‘mulack’ for ‘milk’) I will automatically echo it back to him, while my husband will automatically respond with the correct pronunciation. These differences persist despite the fact that we share childcare almost exactly equally within our family.

It turns out we’re not alone in this sex difference, and that it may well have some adaptive purpose. "We think that maybe fathers are doing things that are conducive to their children's learning but in a different way,” writes VanDam, “the parents are complementary to their children's language learning.” Mothers speak down to children, while fathers speak to them like equals – in combination, these two kinds of stimuli promote the development of adult language.

The adoption of motherese is an instinct that, in its correct context, is both comforting and developmentally useful. But it can also, in some circumstances, be dysfunctional. And, as I have become more and more fluent in it, I have started to notice that motherese is no longer confined to the nursery or the classroom, but is now to be found also in public life. Not in its full expression – “have you got a boo-boo, honey?” – but in a more subtle form.

I heard a lot of motherese, for instance, in the responses to philosopher Kathleen Stock’s appearance this week at the Oxford Union – a political event considered significant enough to attract commentary from the Prime Minister and rolling updates on the homepages of several national newspapers.

Students at risk of being traumatised by Stock’s mild-mannered, centre-left brand of politics were ushered towards ‘welfare rooms’ offering ear plugs, bottles of water, and snacks. “The Union has made the choice to amplify a voice that actively harms trans students, trans people and the trans community at large” wrote one student politician, “we’re tired of [the Union’s] refusal to listen to the communities they hurt” insisted another. It was as if Stock was a rampaging bully on the playground, knocking other children to the ground, and her critics were leaping to the defence of the persecuted toddlers.

Witnessing the backlash against her, you’d never guess that Stock’s only sin is to offer a careful academic critique of the doctrine of gender identity – that is, the claim that one can become a member of the opposite sex (or some other identity category in between) merely by force of will. As she reiterated in her Oxford Union speech, to reject this doctrine is not to deny the humanity of trans people, but rather to balance their interests against those of other people, particularly women.

But I am by no means the first to notice an unexpected feature of the crowds that formed outside the Oxford Union this week, and indeed all of the crowds that congregate in support of trans activism (now a regular occurrence, and not just in the Anglosphere). While the occasional acts of outright aggression are overwhelmingly committed by men, the crowds in general are mostly composed of young women.

Polling reveals this to be a wider pattern. In the UK, women – and particularly young women – are far more supportive of trans activism than are their male counterparts. The same gap can be seen in US polling. The public figures who have received the most flak for their criticisms of trans activism are disproportionately women – I’m thinking not only of Kathleen Stock, but also of JK Rowling – and yet so, too, are the movement’s most devoted allies. This is, in the main, an intra-female conflict.

But if trans activism poses a threat to women’s interests – as Stock and Rowling insist that it does – then why have so many women come out in support of it? I want to propose two explanations for this seeming paradox.

Firstly, in socioeconomic terms, the women who have the most to lose from the disintegration of female-only spaces – prisoners and domestic abuse victims, for instance – are not actually the same women who are draping themselves in blue and pink flags outside the Oxford Union. This is a textbook example of what Rob Henderson has termed a ‘luxury belief’ – an idea that confers status on the rich, while causing harm to the poor.

But then I am begging the question, because why on earth would trans activism confer status on the rich, or indeed anyone? This is where we come to the second factor: the extraordinarily well-documented differences in personality that have been observed between male and female populations cross-culturally.

Note that there is a crucial distinction to be drawn between average and absolute differences. It is not true that all men or all women exhibit only masculine or feminine personality traits, in the same way that not all women are short and not all men are tall – rather, average differences between the sexes are obvious only at the population level.

One trait on which men and women differ substantially is agreeableness. To put it bluntly, women are usually nicer than men – that is, they are “more nurturing, tenderminded, and altruistic more often and to a greater extent than men,” as psychologist Professor Yanna Weisberg puts it.

This nurturing instinct often finds its way into polling on political questions. For instance, a typical study from 2017 asked 3,014 college students the following question: “If you had to choose, which do you think is more important, a diverse and inclusive society or protecting free speech rights.” 61% of male students chose to prioritise free speech, compared with only 35% of female students – exactly what you would expect from two populations that differ in this most crucial of traits.

Don’t think that I’m bashing agreeableness per se – it’s one of those personality traits that really does offer advantages and disadvantages all along the spectrum. Disagreeable people are often rude, but they can also be refreshingly honest; agreeable people are often pleasant, but they are easily taken advantage of. Think of agreeableness as motherese: soothing and lovely in the right circumstances, cloying and foolish in the wrong ones.

The problems arise when an agreeable style of politics gloms onto a group that seems to offer plentiful opportunities for babying. Right now, it is trans people who have found themselves in the hot seat (or the high chair). For just one example of this babying tendency in action, observe the progressive response when then-66 year old Caitlyn Jenner came out as trans (a response parodied exquisitely in a South Park episode titled ‘Stunning and Brave’). When Glamour honoured Jenner as the magazine’s 2015’ Woman of the Year' – despite the fact that Jenner had not yet lived as a woman for a full year – I couldn’t help but hear the high pitched notes of motherese (“you look so pretty sweetie”, “well done that was very brave.”)

Observe, too, the trans celebrity Dylan Mulvaney’s recent appearance on Drew Barrymore’s talkshow, which culminated with Barrymore kneeling on the ground, looking Mulvaney straight in the eye, and offering a heartfelt pep talk on self-love. Some gender critical feminists looked at this scene and saw a woman prostrating herself before a man. What I saw was a mother kneeling down to reassure a young child – for some bizarre reason, Barrymore was speaking motherese to a grown adult on national TV.

At the risk of stating the obvious, trans people are not babies. Nor are they pets. They do not need earplugs and snacks to withstand an academic discussion, and they do not need to be spoken to like toddlers. Real two-year-olds may benefit from the gentleness of motherese. The rest of us need to grow up.

https://policyexchange.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2022/11/The-Politics-of-the-Culture-Wars-in-Contemporary-Britain.pdf#page=57

Women are more likely than men to say a trans women should be able to enter a women’s refuge, favouring this by a 36-32 margin while men oppose it 40 to 30. In fact, across all 6 questions pertaining to the trans issue (Stock, Rowling, refuges, gender identity, pronouns, teaching biological sex), women are significantly more supportive of the trans rights position even when ideology is taken into account. Women even exceed LGBT identifiers in their support for the pro-trans position on many questions.

Why? Is this not against the female interest? The likely answer is that women are more likely to be cultural leftists than men across most of the 25 attitudinal items in the survey. The inclination to empathise and care for groups perceived as vulnerable best accounts for the pattern. The result of the empathy dynamic is that the gender-critical feminist position, while intellectually prominent, is still a contested view among women. Indeed, the largest source of opposition to greater trans access to women’s spaces comes from cultural conservatives.

This isn't a war between men and women, as some would like to assert.

It's really a war between different denominations of feminism. Like Catholicism vs Protestantism. Or Sunni vs Shi'a Islam.

One thing that's hilarious and worth pointing out: gender-critical feminists will sometimes say things along the lines of, well that agreeableness was socialized into women by "the patriarchy" to make them compliant. Which means they're denying the same evolved sex-based differences that they started off defending. Like claiming to be a Catholic while denying transubstantiation.

Either sex-differences are real, and can explain different participation rates in physics and kindergarten teaching, different career priorities and trajectories (and thus, the mythical "pay gap") and different work patterns as readily as they explain differences in swimming, cycling and weight-lifting performance, making "the patriarchy" as unnecessary as a god is to the existence of the universe... or they're not, and the gender-critical argument goes up in smoke in the flames of social constructivism. God can't be both good and unknowable.

#Louise Perry #stunning and brave #gender activism #gender ideology #queer theory #genderwang #motherese #infantilization #mothering #western feminism #sex based differences #sex differences #religion is a mental illness

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puhpandas · 10 months

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So for a writing prompt,

Vanessa meeting an ex gf/bf (whatever u want) at a supermarket. While Gregory and Freddy just listen to the tea or have shenanigans around the supermarket.

Ghosted

(915 words)

"Can I have some gushers?"

Vanessa clicks her tongue. "You already have captain crunch in the buggie."

Gregory frowns, and looks longingly at the the package when they pass the shelf it's on. "But..."

Vanessa rolls her eyes. "Why dont you get some broccoli or something? Brussel sprouts?"

Gregory pauses, and gives her a long, hard stare.

"Alright then." She says simply. "Shouldnt you want to eat healthily? You didnt exactly have a very good diet on the streets."

"Isnt that exactly why I should get to have the gushers?" Gregory counters when Vanessa picks off some tortilla chips and cheese dip off of the shelf. "I deserve them!"

Vanessa sighs, and turns to see Gregory using his unnaturally big eyes to his advantage.

"Surely Gregory should be able to have a special treat or two, Vanessa." Freddy says from behind Gregory, muffled by his backpack.

Vanessa sputters. "You're on his side?"

Freddy hums. "I just think that Gregory has a point, that is all."

Vanessa rolls her eyes, and turns the buggie back around with a sigh. "Shouldn't you of all people be advocating for eating your veggies?" She points out.

"Eating some sugary gummies does not equal not eating your vegetables, Vanessa. As long as you keep a balanced diet, indulging in unhealthy snacks is no issue--"

"Yeah, yeah." She cuts him off, and rolls the buggie to a stop in front of some fruit snacks.

"You can have some fruit gummies." She says, and points at a two-pack box of Welch's fruit snacks. "Not the gushers. You can have those next time, when you haven't already picked out an unhealthy snack."

Gregory huffs, but he takes the box anyway and puts it in the buggie.

"Better than nothing." Gregory says, then smiles. "Thanks."

Vanessa smiles back, and leans on the buggie. At least those are healthier than sugary fruit gushers. And Gregory seems happy. Maybe she isnt so crap at this.

The pleasant moment is cut off by a familiar voice behind her.

"Vanessa?" A woman asks, and Vanessa jumps, turning around. "Is that you?"

Oh. Vanessa thinks when she realizes who it is. Oh, no.

"So it really is you." Olivia says, voice unimpressed. "You really had me worried, Vanessa, I mean, what was I supposed to think?"

Gregory is silent beside her, watching the exchange with wide eyes. Vanessa sputters, avoiding eye contact.

"I-- Um-- Listen Olivia I--"

"Dont." Olivia says. "I dont want an apology. I just wish that you would have just told me you weren't interested instead of ghosting me."

Gregory makes a face beside her, eyes wide and mouth open in a small O, and he looks way too into it.

"I--" Vanessa tries, but she cuts herself off. 'I'm sorry, Olivia. I really was interested in you, but a crazy robot using the face of a decades old serial killer took over my mind and forced me to cut off any contact with all other people to complete his evil deeds!' Is what she wants to say, but being seen as a bitch seems like a better option than being seen as an insane freak.

So she just stays silent, and Olivia scoffs, looking insulted.

"Nothing to say to that, huh?" Olivia says, a sour look on her face. "Fine, see if I care. I just hope the next girl to start talking to you doesn't get far enough to be heartbroken like I was."

And with that, Olivia turns and walks briskly away, her brown hair flipping sassily over her shoulder and trailing behind her like a tailcoat.

Its completely silent except for the general milling about of people around them and beeps from self checkout scanners for a moment. Then, she finally tears her eyes away from the spot Olivia walked away from her and looks down when she sees movement.

Gregory looks like something hilarious just occured, and he looks up at her gleefully when she makes eye contact with him.

She rolls her eyes when he starts laughing, and she huffs, eyes dead set in front of her as she tries to push the buggie to get away from him.

"Who was that, Vanessa?" Freddy asks from behind Gregory, who's clumsily following behind her and almost bumping into people and their carts from how hard hes laughing. Vanessa tries not to let her mood sour too much.

"Olivia." She answers. "She was my..." She tries to find the right words. "...we were talking, and were about to start dating, but then..."

She trails off, and Freddy hums and looks at her sympathetically from Gregory's backpack. "I understand, Vanessa. You do not have to continue."

"That was awesome." Gregory finally refills his lungs after almost busting one laughing too hard at her relationship failure. "The drama. It was too good!"

"I'm glad you like my misery, brat." She says, rolling her eyes.

He just has another short burst of laughs, and then tries to quiet down. "I did like it. Very much. Why cant that happen <i>all</i> the time?"

"Because usually," Vanessa says. "I dont ghost people because I had my brain hijacked."

Gregory giggles. "Oh man, i knew people were obsessed with drama but i never knew it was this funny." He says, then tugs on Vanessa's shirt. "Hey, you gotta start a reality show with me soon, alright?"

Vanessa rolls her eyes, but she just ruffles Gregory's hair, and a small smile appears on her face.

"Sure, squirt. Whatever you say."

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#i saw this prompt and was just like omfg nooo 😭😭#such a funny idea thank u for the prompt #pandas writes #prompt #my fics #ficlet #3 star fam #vanessa #gregory #gregory and vanessa #fnaf #fnaf gregory #fnaf vanessa #glamrock freddy #long post #swearing #donut holes

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paperweight91 · 5 months

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Ok, Chelsea, what about this?

You just got back from staying with family over the holidays. When you go to make yourself some dinner you realize your cupboards are bare. So you rush out for an emergency grocery run. But oh no! When you get to the register, you realize you forgot your wallet. Luckily, there's a good samaritan in line behind you who offers to pay for your food.

Who is it?

Are they feeling generous or do they make you pay them back somehow??

Breakdown, Aisle 3

W/C:1012

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader

A/N: Okay so I had two immediate thoughts pop into my head for this, and in an amazing show of restraint I only did one of them. (Yes I’m patting myself on the back) but I have to say this is such a fun prompt that I feel like it could have gone soooo many different ways. I hope you like it lovely ☺️ comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated ❤️

Your chest heaved on an exhale as you finally got on the highway. Christmas was always your favourite time of year, but your family was stressful to put it nicely. Knowing that you were just an hour away from home was enough to have you feeling so, so relaxed. You cranked up the radio to keep you awake on the drive and coasted home.

You came into your apartment feeling lighter, but also starving. That ravenous hunger that would only ever hit when you had pushed yourself for far too long without eating. Throwing your purse on the island, where it skidded across and fell off the other side making you huff. That was a later you problem, food first. You turned on a house flipping show for some background noise and started to look through your cabinets. Nothing. You checked your fridge. Not even milk.

Smacking your forehead you remembered why, donating a bunch of non-perishables for the holidays and throwing out your entire fridge before going to your parents maybe wasn’t the best idea you had. You groaned and stomped your foot, why you?

Collecting your purse off the floor you raced back down to the parking garage. You would pick up enough for dinner and something for breakfast before doing full groceries tomorrow. You went to the closest supermarket, a little on the higher end, but it would be fine for one night.

You made a beeline for the frozen food section, letting out a sad noise when nothing appealed to you. Maybe it was a snacks for dinner kind of night. A new plan in mind you grabbed all of your favourite snacks, and a few treats. You also grabbed a nice fresh loaf of French bread something you would rarely get just for yourself. Happy with your haul, you made your way to the barren checkout line.

Unloading your cart, you heard a huff behind you. Glancing up to see a striking man, with only one item. He was clean shaven with bright blue eyes, his hair swept back just so. He was glaring at the conveyer belt, a hand on his hip. You sighed, your hunger could wait for this impatient man, “do you want to go first?” As the question left your lips you heard the beep of your first item being scanned.

He rolled his eyes, and waved his hand dismissively. “Seems like it’s not an option now.”

Feeling heat in your face, you turned back to unloading as quickly as you could. Of course you would piss off the only stranger you run into in the supermarket. You rushed to bag your items, thankful you at least remembered your bags.

“That’ll be $85.50” the cashier looked so bored, you almost forgot they were there.

You pulled your purse up, rummaging through. Your movements got more urgent as your fingers kept missing the familiar square of your wallet. “No. No, no, no!”

The man behind you huffed again. “Really?”

You turned to him, panic written clearly across your face, causing his expression to morph from irritation to concern. Tears beaded in your eyes as you continued what you knew now was a wasteful search. “My, my wallet. It’s not…” you covered your face with your hands. You were so hungry. The stupid thing must be laying on your floor somewhere.

The stranger sighed this time, passing his lone box of cookies to the cashier, “Add this to the bill.” He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and quickly paid for the entire haul.

“Put the cart away.” His tone was soft, but it was clearly an order as he picked up all of your bags, tossing his cookies on top of on haphazardly. You stood in shock for a moment before he rolled his eyes at you and pointed at the cart. You jumped and quickly grabbed the cart, wheeling it back to the front of the store and putting it back in neatly. You heard a snort behind you.

Turning to glare at the haughty stranger, you found yourself softening as he gripped your grocery bags. You nodded and lead him out of the store towards your car. You popped the trunk, and he placed your bags carefully in the back. “Thank you,” you murmured. “I’m sorry about all that, I can’t believe I left my wallet at home.”

He closed your trunk, and leaned with one hand on the vehicle. He took in your full appearance. Starting from the old running shoes you had thrown on before leaving the house, coming all the way up to your hair, which you had thrown into a quick bun. “It’s nothing.” He said quietly. His petulant attitude seemed to have been left in the store.

“It’s not!” You’re quick to reply, “I just got back from spending the most exhausting visit with my family. And realized I was the idiot who decided to clean out my fridge before leaving. And then you swoop in to save me!”

The man still leaning against your, now has a road grin spreading across his face. “Ransom.” He says only that one word and you realize it’s his name. You give him yours and hold out your hand.

He takes your hand in a firm grasp. Not shaking, just holding. Your lashes flutter as you look up at him. “Would you maybe want to join me for a late night snack?” You’ve never done this before, what were you doing?

Ransom smirks and chortles slightly at your horror at your own words. “Well it’s the least you could do, since I did in fact buy it all.” He winked at you and you felt butterflies take off in your stomach. “Besides, I now need to know why your family is so exhausting. Because mine will make your head spin.” You laughed and reached back into your purse taking out your phone. The two of you exchanged numbers, and you texted him your address.

Maybe forgetting your wallet at home wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

#ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #breakddown aisle 3 #knives out #chris evans #krirebr #paperweightanswers #paperweight drabbles

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stay-dazed · 6 months

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stray kids as dads 2

notes: female reader, and you're a married couple. all the children are the same age, these are just little extra scenarios :) i'm sorry if any of it seems rushed.

chan: you’re so thankful that chan has the week off. not only do you get to spend quality time with your loving husband, but you also get to focus on specific things around the house that you just couldn’t before with most of your attention on taime. today chan’s picking him up from school which gives you the chance to clean under the kitchen sink for the first time in a little while.

and that’s how you find out that you’re completely out of mopping solution, which is what you were planning on doing next. well.. you could just hop in your car and head to the supermarket a couple blocks down to get what you need… or you could just call chan who’s already out and ask him to pick it up.

“hey baby, what’s up?” chan hasn’t changed his nickname for you since you both started dating 10 years ago now. He almost sounds exactly the same.

“hi mama!!” a little voice calls in the background.

a smile spreads across your face. “hi boys! oh i miss both my boys so much!”

chan chuckles and asks,”did you call because you just miss us too much?”

you respond,”well yes but actually no. i need you to pick up some mopping solution from the store on your way back, please?”

“of course baby!” chan answers quickly and happily,” we love going on little side quests for our girl, don’t we taime?”

you hear taime excitedly agree from the backseat where he sits strapped in his carseat, and your heart grows just a little bit bigger. you just sit and listen as your boys talk excitedly about the little errand they’re running together.

"hey baby? do you want some i-c-e c-r-e-a-m? yeah i'll get some for us tonight- nothing son, don't worry about it."

minho: minho is the most reliable and responsible man you’ve known. and your errand run will only keep you out of the house for about an hour at most. how bad can they be?

that’s what you said to yourself, until you got back home that is.

various toys strewn about on the floor, which isn’t uncommon, but added to that mess, a bunch of little white feathers coming from a pillow that’s popped open, having stood no chance against the pillow fight of the century. you meant to toss that old pillow out but apparently forgot to do so.

your attention is pulled away from the scene by a soft meow coming from doongie. he has a little decorative hair tie wrapped around his tail, and of course a tiny pink lipstick mark on his forehead. you wonder if it’s too late to just slowly walk back out the door…

two pairs of gentle, twinkling eyes stare back at you from the couch, caught red-handed. you’ve always adored how jimin had her appa’s eyes. “looks like you two had fun while i was gone..”

“mommy!!” jimin says while running to you, pink paint still fresh on her fingertips.

you scoop her up in your arms, careful to not get any of the paint on yourself. “hi baby,” you say to her while gently wiping some crumbs from her last snack off of her face. minho continues watching you with a little hair tie slowly slipping out of his hair.

“i didn’t expect you to be back so soon,” he says,” um… i’ll clean this up.”

“i know you will,” you say as a matter of factly, and walk over to kiss his cheek. “thank you for watching her, honey. you’re a very good daddy.”

"honestly i don't know what happened, everything was just a blur of pink."

changbin: changbin is a strong man by every definition of the word, but when it comes to nari he’s an absolute pushover. that’s how the three of you ended up here, in a humble little pet shop.

you stroll through the few aisles lined with tanks full of little pets, from hamsters to chinchillas. you and changbin follow nari around, occasionally remarking to each other about how cute the animals are.

but once you come across the reptile section, changbin is notably less happy. poor thing. you don’t mind reptiles yourself, but changbin is more wary of them. as well as insects, bats, amphibians, fish, some species of bird, and basically anything that isn’t fluffy.

“daddy look!” nari suddenly says when she comes across the last case “lookit this one!” her hands are pressed to the glass, her eyes are filled with excitement.

hesitantly, changbin makes his way over to her and kneels to her height. “what is it, honey?”

a leopard gecko, that’s what. a young one judging by the size of it. it’s a cute little thing, napping on a rock in its enclosure. and changbin is looking at it like he’s staring death itself in the face. “that’s… very nice, sweetheart.”

“can i get it, daddy?” nari looks up at him with those excited eyes.

uh oh.

he can’t look away from her puppy eyes and within seconds, he caves. with a defeated sigh he says,” alright..”

you add,” it’s not a toy though, baby. so we all need to take very special care of him to keep him happy and healthy.” nari nods excitedly in agreement.

so here you are, heading to the front of the shop to find an employee for help. you glance at changbin and note his distraught face. fighting back a smile you say,” well, at least you’re not allergic to geckos.

"y/n i don't think you understand, this is scarier than when i was auditioning for jyp."

hyunjin: art has been a part of hyunjin’s life for years now. it adds meaning and emotion and thought. he’s tried many different types of media but found a safe place in painting. ocean landscapes, flowers, and you have been his favorite things to paint. but a new favorite has come along and that’s his dear joon.

you walk into the art room with a glass of plum juice and a small plate of rice snacks in hand, something to give hyunjin a bit of energy while he works. he’s adding a bit of color to a simple sketch of joon, regularly glancing over at her as she sleeps soundly in her cot that he put in the room for the time being.

“how’s it going darling?” you ask while placing the snacks on the desk next to him. you take a moment to glance at his work over his shoulder, and of course it looks amazing. you wouldn’t expect anything less.

he sniffs and brushes some hair out of his face with the back of his hand. somehow there’s specks of paint just on his nose. “it’s going well. she has such beautiful features to capture.”

“mmm…” you hum in agreement and place a kiss on his cheek.

hyunjin basks in the warmth of your affection. with a soft smile and adoring eyes he turns to look up at you. you smile back at him, so ready to just place another kiss but to his lips.

a loud cry fills the air.

you and hyunjin look at each other for a moment before chuckling together. hyunjin goes to pick up joon out of her cot, placing her safely in his arms where he bounces her gently in hopes to calm her down. he also gives her butt a little rhythmic pat.

you join them, reaching to brush joon’s fine hair out of her face. “i fear she’s going to be just as dramatic as you are, darling.”

"okay? you say that like it's a bad thing."

jisung: jisung got a lot of well-deserved sleep on his first day off from work, leaving him open to tons of fun activities today with his favorite little boy.

to start off the day, junseo has a healthy breakfast of juice, yogurt, and fruit slices while you and jisung agree on having the rest of last night’s leftovers. junseo’s face has a few lines of yogurt on it and his hands are sticky from the fruit. this is what happens when you let him feed himself as he insisted.

jisung looks at his boy and tries to stifle a laugh. “honey, look at him,” he says, his cheeks puffy with food,” isn’t he so cute?”

you laugh softly too and reach over with your napkin to wipe junseo off as thoroughly as you can before he wiggles away. “adorable,” you agree.

junseo looks back and forth between the two of you before flashing a big smile, chewed up fruit bits between the gaps of his baby teeth. normally you find chewed food disgusting (jisung makes sure to bother you with it at the worst possible times), but it’s just so cute when your baby boy does it with glee.

jisung doesn’t stifle his laugh this time around, and he reaches over to gently pinch junseo’s little cheek that closely resembles his own.

"the gene runs strong in the family. yes i am very proud of it, thank you for noticing."

felix: felix absolutely loves to swim, and he wanted theo to love it just as much. but due to his smaller than normal size theo can’t swim yet, so he has an iffy feeling about the water. felix tries his best to help him.

he fastens some floaties snugly to theo’s arms, encouraging him all the while. “you got this, teddy bear,” he says as you reach over to rub a bit more sun screen onto theo’s button nose.

“you won’t let me go, right daddy?” he looks up at felix with wide eyes.

“i won’t teddy, i promise.”

felix carefully steps into the plastic kid pool with theo on his hip, so that the water comes up slowly. theo keeps a firm grip on his daddy’s swim shirt, watching as the cool water reaches his elbows.

“you’re okay baby, you’re doing a great job,” you say with a smile as you watch them from your spot on the pool ladder.

theo looks at you nervously, then back at his daddy. felix smiles back at him,” how’re you doing son? do you like the feeling of the water? it’s nice when it’s so hot out, right?”

with the arm that isn’t holding theo against his hip, felix scoops a bit of water into the cupped hand and then lets it drip down his son’s head and back. theo blinks quickly, getting used to the odd feeling. that’s when you get an idea.

suddenly you splash water in their direction, soaking felix’s back but careful not to hit your son. he looks at you, theo looks up at him. you try but fail to hold back your growing smile. theo follows your example and smacks his hand into the water so that it sprays up, wetting felix even more.

the backyard fills with laughter.

"well... at least he's not afraid of touching the water anymore."

seungmin: you leave the room of the party a couple hours into it because you feel too drowsy to keep up the energy. the sound of belle singing and crayons on paper fade into the background as you reach the bedroom and find comfort in the bed’s soft blankets.

you expected to have a quick power nap on your own before joining your husband and daughter again, but just as you’re about to slip into sleep you feel the bed dip slightly.

“hi mama,” chin-sun whispers as she crawls under the blankets and snuggles into your side. sometimes you forget that she knows how to climb onto the ottoman which allows her to reach the bed.

“hi baby,” you mumble, holding her close to your chest. hopefully she just ends up napping with you.

the two of you lay together for a few minutes, and luckily chin-sun hasn’t gotten rowdy or anything. her breathing has started to even out. she must’ve been running out of energy too. you feel yourself start to drift off again.

then the bed dips again, this time behind you.

you don’t even open your eyes. you just lay still and feel the blankets adjust and a pair of strong, warm arms wrap around you securely. seungmin’s familiar scent is so comforting, his breathing relaxing. you crack your eyes open momentarily to see that the arm seungmin has wrapped around you reaches chin-sun.

he rubs little circles on her back with his thumb, slowing down gradually as he begins dozing off. his nose tickles a little as it presses into your hair. finally, with your family snuggled together, you can finally sleep.

"sleep well, my loves..."

jeongin: jeongin has always been the type to do what he calls “shopping therapy”. a new necklace or pair of shoes, a small lego set to put together, or even just a basket-full of his favorite snacks. and once haneul came along, he had an even better excuse to get all these fun things.

of course he doesn’t overspend, he is a responsible father after all. but not everything he gets is necessary perse. like the stuffed fox taking your son’s place in his stroller and the bright cartoonish butterfly painted on jeongin’s face. the sight catches you off guard as you walk up to them after being separated in the mall for a little while.

haneul is obviously following in his papa’s footsteps in becoming the biggest stuffie collector you’ve seen; you don’t even think this one will fit on his little bed with all the others. and the face painting.. you don’t know if this is random or completely expected to see.

“wow,” you say as you stand in front of them,” you two must’ve had a lot of fun, huh?”

haneul bounces in excitement, making it difficult for jeongin to keep his grip on his hand. “papa! ‘im papa!” he’s looking back and forth between you and the fox stuffie.

“ohhh,” you nod in understanding,” papa got that for you? that’s so nice hannie! and look at you, walking next to papa like a big boy.”

jeongin smiles at looks at you. “we stopped by a toy store on our way back, and well, i couldn’t just not get the fox for him.”

“and the butterfly?” “they were having free face painting today.” “ah.”

"so what if it was mostly children getting their faces painted? it's not a crime to have fun, y/n."

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mayajadewrites · 5 months

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suguru geto x fem reader: lucky

roommates to lovers–friends to lovers–slow burn

story synopsis: Suguru Geto is your best friend and roommate. After a year of living together, there have been more than one opportunity to throw away your friendship. The question is, would you get lucky as fall in love for the rest of your days?

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CHAPTER FIVE

slight smut ahead hehe

🎧🌙🧺📖🕯️🧸🤍

"Pssssst." Shoko poked you with her pen as she made her way to the coffee machine. "How was your date?"

It's Thursday – you've been working all week and haven't had much time to chat with Shoko about your date with Choso.

"It was great. We're going out tomorrow, actually." You smile to yourself as you stir your creamer into your coffee.

You, Nanami, Haibara, Shoko, Satoru, and Choso work in the same office building, but not within the same office. You work in the same office as Nanami and Haibara, which is quiet compared to what Shoko has to deal with with Satoru.

"Yay!! Every time I asked Choso he blushed so I assumed it went well. Aren't you glad I decided to become a match maker?" Shoko pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket.

"I thought you were going to quit." You looked at Shoko with pleading eyes.

"I said I would think about it." Shoko waved goodbye as she made her way outside for her smoke break.

Surprisingly, you haven't seen Choso while you work. To be honest, you didn't want to. You would prefer to be excited when you see him for dates, not assuming you'll see him at work.

Bzzzzzz.

Suguru: I left work early, I have a fever so I'm laying low for the rest of the week. Just incase you're wondering why I'm not hanging out outside my bed.

You frown at the text, your instincts kicking in to take care of Suguru. You wanted to make him soup, make sure his bed is comfortable, give him his medicine – all of it.

You hold yourself back from leaving your own job early. You only have a few hours left before it's time to clock out, you can survive.

You: Okay, I'll make sure to bother you.

Suguru: I was hoping you would play nurse.

A ball of anxiety forms in your stomach as you re-read Suguru's text. The flirty undertones are starting to be a little too much for you since Suguru will not outright say what he's feeling for you.

But you love being flirty.

You: Let me make sure my uniform still fits.

Suguru: I'm not sure your ass fits in that skirt anymore, but I prefer it that way.

You push your phone in your pocket and bring your 2nd coffee of the day to your desk. You cheeks were now a shade of red as you thought about Suguru's texts. Was he acting like this because he's sick? Obviously he's not himself.

You finish up your work for the day and head to the supermarket to pick up ingredients for chicken noodle soup. You also grab Suguru's favorite ice cream, ginger ale, and crackers.

When you arrive home, you knew Suguru would be in his room. His door was open though, which is odd for him. You set the reusable bags down on the counter and make your way to Suguru's room.

He's laying in his bed with his eyes closed, his hair up in a bun with a piece of hair framing his face. He's shirtless, presumably because he's burning up. You watch his throat as his Adam's apple bobs.

You put the back of your hand on his forehead, only for his hand to meet yours. "What a sight to wake up to." He said quietly.

"Your head is warm enough to burn my hand." You bring your hand back to your body, his hand going back on his forehead.

"Really? I didn't know. I just feel like my entire body is the temperature which I assume is of hell." Sarcasm left his lips.

"I'm making you chicken noodle soup. I also got you some snacks and ginger ale."

"Did you remember the nurse outfit?" Suguru smirked before coughing.

"My thighs pop out of the tights, so it's a no go." You laugh, standing up to leave his room.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Suguru laughs quietly, bringing the covers over his body.

"I'll let you know when the soup is done." You leave Suguru's room to go into yours to change into comfy clothes. You slip on a pair of leggings and an oversized crewneck from your university.

The smells of the spices flood your nostrils as you stir the broth for the soup. Suguru likes his soup a bit more salty, and he loves broth, so you made sure it was up to his standards.

You thought about how helpless he looked when he was in bed. He wasn't the strong Suguru that is your best friend and roommate, he's needy.

You bring a tray to Suguru's room, setting it up with a spoon and a cup for water. Suguru sat up slowly as you set this up for him, his eyes barely opening.

You brought his soup to him, a smiling forming on his face. "I can barely smell, but I know this is my favorite soup." Suguru grabbed his spoon, dipping it in the broth. You watched as his lips formed an 'o', blowing lightly on the spoon. "Sit with me."

You listen, sitting next to him on his bed. Suguru's bed is more than comfy. Your body sinks into it in the best way. Suguru turns on his TV, finding a streaming service and putting on a romcom.

"Since when did you watch romcoms?" You look at Suguru, surprised.

"I don't. But you do, and you're taking care of me." Suguru sipped his soup, leaning back on his pillows.

As you watch the movie with Suguru, your mind daydreams of a life with Suguru. A romantic one.

You would wake up next to him, attaching your lips to his to wake him up. He would hold your face in his large hands, deepening the kiss with his tongue.

Stop it.

You snap out of your daydream to look at Suguru, who's eyes were glued on the TV. You watched as his brown eyes followed the characters, his mouth curving into a smile when the main character said something funny.

"Thank you for the soup. It was perfect."

"Let me clean this up and I'll be out of your hair." You grab the tray, heading for the door.

"Please stay."

Did you hear that right?

"What?" You whip your head around a little too fast.

"I said, please stay." Suguru coughed.

You sigh, bringing the bowl and tray to the kitchen. You pause before turning around to go to Suguru's room. What about Choso.

It's not like he's your boyfriend.

Suguru isn't your boyfriend either.

You bring yourself back to his room, his arm open, making a spot for you.

"I'm sure I'll just make you feel more uncomfortable than you already do. You're heating up."

"Can you stop making excuses. If you think it'll be too hot, then change into less clothes." Suguru groaned, a cough escaping his throat.

You slip into your room to change into a lowcut tank top and sweatshorts, your breath hitching when you look at Suguru again.

Your body mends with his as you join him in bed. His muscular arm wraps around your waist while his face makes a home in between your neck and shoulder.

You tense a bit, goosebumps forming along your skin. Suguru's arm trails down to your thighs, squeezing them gently. You bring your eyes to his, and you're both silent. Suguru's eyes are exploring your expression, trying to read what you're feeling.

He was testing your limits. Would you let him touch your thigh? Would you let him grab your tits? Would you let him kiss you?

The answer to all of those questions is yes. But it shouldn't happen.

You feel Suguru's lips attach to your neck, going from sucking to biting every few seconds. You let out a moan, arching your back slightly.

Suguru's large hands find your chest as he's sucking on your neck, squeezing your breast over your bra. He sneaks his hand under your bra, pinching your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger.

You shouldn't be doing this.

Especially when he's sick.

"Suguru, I –"

"Tell me you don't want this." Suguru looked at you as his lips left your neck. "Tell me you don't feel the same."

#geto suguru #suguru geto #geto suguru x reader #suguru geto jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen suguru #suguru geto smut #roommates to lovers #friends to lovers #slowburn #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen geto

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codfanficedits · 8 months

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Being with you - Part three.

Summary:

After the breakup

Pairing:

Rodolfo Parra x fem!Reader.

Wordcount: 1404| Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Fluff.

Being without anyone meant you could talk about anything you liked, as long as you liked. And right now you wanted to talk to Rudy, A smile on your face. “They didn’t! Oh my God, she wanted another child, and he didn’t and she ended up dating a woman instead. I loved her, honestly, good for her.” But the insecurities came back way too quick and you could hear Simon’s voice in the back of your head once more. ‘Talks too much’ “Sorry.” You say with a sheepish smile. “I’m blabbering again.”

Meeting you in the supermarket aisle meant that Rudy finally had the chance to talk to you again, he had seen the look on your face when you heard Ghost speak about you, and he had wanted to reach out to you ever since, but you left so suddenly and he had no way to contact you again. So when he finally saw you again with a basket full of snacks, making your way to the ice cream section, a soft smile curled around his lips as he heard you mutter on about your tv show. He would never, ever admit it, but he spend his fair share of time researching 90 days to wed. To be honest he even decided to watch the show for himself, the drama was just a little too good to pass on. “You’re not talking too much.” Rudy’s voice sounds. “Please, I’m dying to hear more. Have you seen the new season yet?”

Being without anyone gave you the freedom to not feel guilty about the feeling talking to Rudy gave you. You’d recognized these feeling from the last time you spoke to him, but you had suppressed them, founding them to be a form of dishonesty towards Simon. But now, now those feelings were free to roam in your veins, whether or not you made to choice to act to them, you were free to feel again, and no one could deny you a thing. “I have! I was actually on my way to pick up some ice cream before I went to watch it.” A sheepish smile formed on your lips. “Got to have some snacks while I watch it.”

Rudy could see the spark in your eyes and it warmed his heart. It was the first time that he had seen this spark in your eyes, and while he didn’t think it was possible, it made you even prettier than before. He nodded while you explained your snacks and he held up his own basket, filled with snacks too. His basket full with savoury things, yours with sweets.

“Ooooh, those chips are nice.” You said when you looked into his basket.

“And I could do with some gummy bears.” Rudy answered.

A sudden rush through your body. What did you have to lose? Worst case he would reject you, and you’d cry while watching your show.

“Want to watch it at mine?”

Belonging to yourself meant that there was enough room in your heart to let Rudy in. You were hesitant at first. Worried that he would just be as Simon.

But he was different.

You could let the worry go quite easily, the way he spoke to you, the way he looked at you. Not once did he pretend that he was interested, not once did you feel like you have to shut up. Even when you would shut up midsentence when the insecurity hit you, he would look at you, urging you to continue. He would happily pause whatever the two of you were watching to let you talk, to let you explain the storyline, to let you explain what you think would happen.

For Rudy, your voice was the best thing he could hear after a long mission, or a long day. Listening to you meant that he could forget the horrors he had seen, listening to you meant that all the worries inside of his mind would be pushed away, all he had to focus on was you, and by God did he love to listen to you. The passion in your words, no matter the subject, the twinkle in your eye whenever you could see that he knew what you were talking about. It made his whole day, and it was the thing he missed the most whenever he was separated from you.

But being with Rudy meant that you had to those gatherings again, seeing the men who openly mocked you for talking too much, and it caused a knot in your stomach. You had to face the men who talked behind your back, you had to face Simon. But Rudy was so proud to show you off. So you pushed away the anxious feeling inside of you.

“Are you sure?” Rudy double checked.

“Yes.”

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” His large hands cup your face before he gives you a quick kiss, but his eyes never leave your face.

“No, no. It’s okay.” You protest. “I am a bit nervous, but I really want to do it.”

“The moment you’re uncomfortable, you tell me and we leave.” It’s a stern command, different from how soft Rudy usually is.

“Do you want me to salute to you too?” A grin on your face as you answer him.

“Mi amor.” He presses his forehead against yours. “You can salute to me when you’re wearing nothing but my shirt, but for now, I want you to be comfortable, okay? I’d rather explain to Ale afterwards what happened, than to see you uncomfortable.”

Going with Rudy was nerve wrecking. You had to meet new people, people who didn’t know about your history Simon, but there were also people who did know about your history with Simon. Confused looks, soft whispers while you’re holding Rudy’s hand. But you straighten your back, even feeling a little confident while he is next to you. You find it hard to let go off Rudy, worried what people think about you, about the situation, but slowly you find the courage to chat to people yourself, the weight of your worries falling off your shoulders.

Seeing you with Rudy hurt him more than he could think of. Simon had spent days longing for you in his bed. You looked stunning and Simon hated to see how gorgeous looked next to Rudy, how beautiful you were. And most of all, he hated to see your lips moving, but not hearing your words. Simon had caught himself missing you, missing your talking, your words, your passion. He missed you with every fibre of his being. He hated to see how well Rudy took care of you. He hated to see how Rudy listened to you, how you had Rudy’s undivided attention, something you never got from him. It ached him, knowing that he was too late, it ached him to know that he never appreciated your beauty until it was ripped away.

You were chatting with Alejandro, who was still a little too dominant for your liking, but it was better than talking to Gaz, Price, Soap or God forbid Simon. Your eyes drift across the room and you and Simon make eye contact.

And you don’t feel a thing.

No regret, no longing, no sadness, no anger, nothing. From friends, to lovers, to strangers and you were more than okay with it.

You can see in Simon’s eyes that he does feel those things, but he stopped being your priority when it became clear that you never were his.

Gaz joins the conversation between you and Alejandro.

“Careful, Colonel.” Gaz looks at you while he speaks. “She might talk your ears off. She’s known to never, ever shut up. I have no clue how Rudy does it.”

“Sergeant.” Alejandro’s tone is sharp, but he knows it’s not his place to correct Gaz.

“I would suggest you stop talking and leave this conversation.” Rudy’s voice sounds behind you. The man has a hand on your shoulder, his eyes glued to Gaz, waiting for a word out of him, waiting for the opportunity to rip him a new one. He’s a feral guard dog and you’re holding the leash.

Gaz does get the hint, backing off with a sour look on his face. Rudy turns to you. “Go on, you were midsentence, and I want to know why red is your favourite colour.”

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod mwii #cod x reader #mw2 #angst #ghost x you #ghost x reader #rudy x you #rudy parra x reader #rudy parra x you #rudy x reader #rodolfo parra #rodolfo cod

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reputationmunson · 1 year

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Lavender Wishes | Robin Buckley x reader

summary: your first sleep over with your girlfriend, robin <3

content: fluff, mentions of eating, swearing, brief mention of the upside down, no pronouns directed towards reader, no use of y/n, pet names

word count: [1.5k]

“Oh, I want m&ms too! And don’t forget the popcorn!”

“It’s gonna be hard to forget anything, robs, since you want the whole store” you joke as she rambles over the phone about all the snacks she wants.

“Not the whole store. Maybe half”

“Alright, but you’re gonna owe me a lot of kisses tonight” you bargain, knowing she’s already planning on doing that.

“Yeah, I can do that. Now hurry up and get to the store so I can hold up my end of the deal soon”

You say your goodbyes and hang up the phone and quickly head to the store. Tonight was the first night you’re staying with Robin since you started dating. The relationship was fairly new, but it’s felt like you’ve been together for years. Everything felt so natural with her and you weren’t even nervous about tonight.

Okay… the nervous part was kind of a lie. Of course Robin makes you feel comfortable, but anyone would feel at least a little bit nervous about staying the night with their partner for the first time.

After a trip to the supermarket and way too many snacks for one night, you finally arrive at Robin’s house.

You take a minute and give yourself a pep talk before walking up and knocking on her door.

“Oh my god, it’s about time! I almost died of boredom” Robin throws her arms around you and you try to hug her back as best as you can with your hands full.

She grabs some of the bags and drags you into the house, leading you into the kitchen to put all the snacks on the counter.

“I’ve been here for three whole minutes and still haven’t gotten a kiss. What are you gonna do about that, Buckley”

She smirks at you and cradles your face in her hands before leaning into you. You can’t help the smile that forms on your face and the giggle that escapes you as she kisses your lips.

“I’ve been waiting on that all day and now you’re laughing at me?” she says with the biggest smile on her face "Don't make me revoke your all access pass to these” she points to her lips and makes you laugh even harder. She’s 110% joking and you know that because she always claims that she’d probably die if she never got to kiss you again.

“Lemme make it up to you”

Five, ten, fifteen minutes pass as you kiss her in the kitchen, barely coming up for air unless it’s absolutely necessary.

“Wow. Now I know what that song by Berlin was talking about” She says when she pulls away from you and you look at her, puzzled.

“That one song from Top Gun. Take my breath away” She clarifies and you chuckle.

“You’re so cheesy. Also, remind Harrington he’s not allowed to pick that movie again next time for movie night”

“But that would break his heart… so yeah I’ll do it and speaking of movies, I got about a thousand of them so go pick one out and I’ll make the popcorn.” she gives you a peck and you head to the living room.

Robin really wasn’t kidding about her getting a thousand movies because there’s a stack of them about a mile high on the coffee table. You decide to go with a horror, knowing she’ll have to cuddle up to you for protection.

Your girlfriend has fought against monsters from a weird, alternate dimension, but she draws the line at a guy with chainsaw.

“What are we watchin’ first?” She asks with a big bowl of popcorn and your favorite candy in her hands.

“Texas chainsaw!” you answer, excitedly and she groans. “I knew you’d do this to me. Next time I’m only getting movies that I like and don’t give me nightmares”

“Didn’t you fight evil Russians and that mind slayer thing?”

“Mind flayer and I’d take either of those things over some weirdo who harvests peoples skin”

“Pleeeeaasse, baby, for me?” you give her your best pout and puppy dog eyes and she gives in within two seconds. “Fine, but don’t expect that to work every time” she points her finger at you. “you know you can never say no to me” she doesn’t deny it.

It’s not even ten minutes into the movie before Robin is laying on top of you with her face hidden in your neck. Your hand rests on top of her head and you play with her hair to comfort her.

“Do you want me to change the movie, robs?”

“No, ‘cause then you’d have to get up” she whines and you huff out a laugh. “I have to get up anyway because I have to pee”

She looks up at you and furrows her brow. “And leave me alone? I told you not to drink your soda that fast!”

“You’ll be fine. I’ll pause the movie and the door is locked.”

“A locked door isn’t going to stop a chainsaw! They are literally made to chop wood and take a wild guess what my front door is made of!”

God, you love her so much. You know it’s crazy to even think that this early into the relationship, but you were friends long before you started dating. Plus, it’s Robin. You’d be crazy not to be in love with her.

When she finally gets up to let you move, she dramatically throws herself back on the couch with a loud huff. You lovingly roll your eyes and pause the movie before going to the bathroom.

“When you’re done can you bring me some more candy?” she yells and you already know she’s going to be like a toddler on a sugar high.

You come back to the living room with m&ms in hand and Robin is pretending to be dead on the couch. “Oh no, she’s dead! Guess I have to eat these m&m’s all by myself”

She opens one eye to look at you “False alarm, I guess. Don’t worry I’ll help you eat those”

You toss the m&ms at her and go to change the movie. “Actually, I’m kinda tired. Wanna go to bed?’’ she suggests. “Robin, it’s 9 p.m.” you deadpan.

“Okay, bedtime police. I wanna change into pjs and cuddle in my bed”

“Fine, but only if you bring the candy with you”

She jumps up, grabs the candy and practically sprints towards her bedroom. You grab your bag and get ready for bed in the bathroom.

When you enter Robin’s room, she’s changed into only a sports bra and sweats. Your gaze can’t help but linger.

“Wow, perv! You’re just as bad as Steve” she jokes and you get into bed to snuggle up to her.

“I can’t help it. They’re hypnotizing” you say, referring to her boobs and she snorts.

“So, I was, um, thinking about how it’s only friday and we both have the weekend off, so maybe you could stay tomorrow night too? Of course, you don’t have to or anything I just thought that it might be-”

“I’d love to stay all weekend and conveniently enough, I brought plenty of clothes for the whole weekend” you say before she finishes her sentence.

“I knew you would. just can’t get enough of me”

you start to drift asleep as she rubs your back, but all of the sudden she gets a burst of energy.

“babe, i had too much sugar. Let’s do something fun!”

“I had a feeling this would happen. Alright, what do ya wanna do?”

“Let me paint your nails! I promise I won’t mess it up this time ”

Every time you’ve let Robin paint your nails, she’s made an absolute mess. There was one time she spilled a bottle on the carpet because she was flailing her arms around while telling a story.

“Okay, I’m in. show me what ya got”

Robin displays ten different nail polish colors and goes into detail about what she likes about each one. it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

“And this one I think would really make your eyes pop. you always look so good in this color”

“What’s the name of the color?”

“Lavender wishes. Cute, right?”

“Adorable” you hold your hand out to her and she starts her masterpiece. Her concentrated face is so fucking cute you can’t help smiling. Usually, Robin is such a chatterbox, but she’s too focused on doing this perfectly that she hasn’t said a word.

“All done. Do you like it?” she asks when she finishes

“I love it. Thank you, baby”

Robin gently blows on your fingertips until they are dry. When she’s done, she kisses both of your hands and helps you up off of the floor.

“That was some tedious work. Wanna go to sleep?” she asks and you nod. You wrap your arms around each other and tangle yourselves together under the blanket.

Both of you end up staying awake until the hours of the night when it feels like the rest of the world is asleep. You talk about anything, nothing, and everything in between.

It’s the best Friday night you’ve ever had.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley fic #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley oneshot #robin buckley #stranger things fluff #stranger things fic #stranger things

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apprenticestanheight · 8 months

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ok so it’s like kinda fluffy but it doesn’t have to be but. lawrence comes over to adam’s apartment while he’s smoking weed and they get high together for the first time. kinda cringe but i wanted to put it out there i think it could be good

Chainshippings first time smoking together hcs

Hi! Did it as headcanons because it just makes a bit more sense to it like that in my head, which I hope is okay!

Fic type- fluff!!

Warnings- this is an AU where adam survives the events of the first saw movie so his and lawrences trap is mentioned a couple of times, as is his shot wound and pain related to it, a couple mentions of ptsd/indications that Adam has to distract himself to keep from thinking about the trap after he's escaped it

Months after the events of their trap, Adam and Lawrence find themselves in veeeeeery different spots

Adam is still doing his thing as a photographer, but instead of doing it freelance he works for a pretty reputable news network as a photojournalist.

He also does auto repair work for a decent enough buck on the side because he's decent at it--his own car wasn't in very good shape before Jigsaw tested him, and after he survived he taught himself how to do the repairs his car needed rather than taking it to an auto shop because he needed the distraction that learning how to fix his car and then fixing it provided.

He's got PTSD and his shoulder is in pretty consistent pain in the aftermath of the surgery they did to get the bullet out, but by all accounts he's mostly okay.

He gets himself into therapy at the insistence of a coworker and because he knows it'll do him even just a tad bit of good, and whenever it gets too much he smokes to relax.

Lawrence, however, is in a different spot. He and Allison are divorced, he's living in the home he thought he'd raise his kids and grow old in by himself, and he's still trying to get used to using a prosthetic foot and readjusting to work in that process.

Lawrence doesn't really give himself that kind of an outlet--he hardly has the time, working double and triple shifts, going to physical therapy and debating seeing a therapist to help him heal the damage done to his mind in the aftermath of his escape.

His outlet is busying himself so that he doesn't have to think, overworking himself to the point of exhaustion so that he doesn't go and see Adam and apologize for shooting him and leaving him to die.

BUT THEN, the two see each other while Adam is out and about, taking a photo he needs of some trashy festival for a puff piece while Lawrence is headed to a physical therapy appointment.

Adam just sees him and goes "Lawrence! Hi! How've you been?"

Thirty minutes go by and Lawrence has to speed walk to his appointment to make sure he's not late, he has to find someone to cover his shift at the hospital, and Adam has invited him to his new place so that the two can get high and watch the constellations.

The funny part? They're two complete opposites--in the time that Lawrence is all "what should I wear?? WHAT DOES ONE WEAR WHEN ONE SMOKES WEED?"

Adam is just like "Black cargo pants and a white t-shirt seems good enough," and then he goes and gets the joints ready and opens the window so that they can sit on the steps of his fire escape.

In the end, Lawrence decides to keep it as cool as an uptight-seeming oncologist can manage--a pair of well-loved adidas joggers that he's owned for roughly a decade and a hoodie from the days of his internship at the hospital.

He buys a couple of snacks from a local supermarket in case either of them get hungry and shows up at the exact time Adam recommended he come around--just in time for the sunset, so that they'll be able to go outside and sit on the fire escape to smoke, with the high kicking in as the sunset gives way to a dark sky full of stars.

Adam opens the door and grins, invites Lawrence in and approaches the coffee table, where a tray with four joints on it waits. Adam picks it up and turns back to Lawrence.

"Nice place," Lawrence says, hating the small talk but not knowing how, exactly, to get past it. "Are you still freelance?"

"I've been working as a photojournalist for three months now, and I do a bit of auto repair on the side. The stable paycheck is nice, I will admit, and this spot is a definite upgrade," Adam says, gesturing at the bag of snacks Lawrence holds in one hand. "C'mon--we'll smoke on the fire escape and then eat those when the munchies kick in."

Lawrence follows Adams lead and the two sit on the fire escape.

Lawrence watches Adam light one of the joints as he sets the tray he'd taken from the coffee table in front of them, almost entranced as he watches Adam take a puff before passing the joint Lawrences way

Lawrences first puff goes...about as well as it can for someone who's never smoked before??

He breathes the wrong way and ends up coughing instead of exhaling the smoke, and Adam ends up laughing as he claps Lawrences back.

"Inhale the smoke, give it a second, exhale," Adam says. "I'm sorry for laughing, it's just--I thought doctors tended to unwind with this stuff. Working a job like that and I would've jumped the gun from weed to xanax."

Lawrence gives an ungraceful laugh as he passes the joint back to Adam, watches him take a puff of it and when he takes the joint again, he takes a puff correctly.

Adam hollers, claps Lawrence on the back, and something unspoken passes between the two of them--it's like the time during which they were apart kind of...ceases to exist?

It's not as though they're back in the bathroom--both of them shudder at the thought, and while Adam never actually shows that side of him to anyone, every time a new Jigsaw victim is discovered he flinches where Lawrence just kind of sighs and hopes he doesn't get tested a second time for something as miniscule as what he hears one of the victims got tested for--smoking, drinking, anything that seems insignificant enough for him not to notice it

BUT the dynamic they had in the bathroom kind of returns? Adam is quipping and Lawrence is responding in kin--the only difference is that there's a lot more laughter and no edge of fear because of Jigsaws tape

Lawrence doesn't necessarily seem like very much of a lightweight to me so he's probably feeling it a joint and a half in, where Adam has been smoking since he was in high school so getting high probably takes him two joints?? three??

But he has a good laugh and pokes fun at Lawrence for being a lightweight as Lawrence breaks into the chips he'd brought.

Adam ends up smoking the last joint on the tray because he figures it'll help him sleep later, and the two of them watch the constellations while high out of their minds

They also clear out the snacks Lawrence bought and talk about anything and everything

Lawrence learns that Adams favorite subject to photograph is all of it--Adam grabs his camera that he uses for non-work related photography and shows it to Lawrence, and to Lawrences surprise there's a ton of variety.

There are photos of the world in motion--people walking down a crosswalk all blurry, the view of cars going down the highway during sunset, photos of stray cats laying on the ground or approaching Adam in search of affection.

There are photos of lakes and boats and cute dogs that Adam happened upon. There's a lot of variety to it and it's a variety that Lawrence didn't expect but appreciates

Lawrence eventually opens up about his life too--the divorce, work, the physical therapy.

He apologizes for shooting Adam after the guilt had been weighing down on him for months, and Adam accepts the apology by saying he probably would've done the same thing if their roles were reversed, but that the help he called eventually did show up and he was okay.

He made a point of not mentioning the shoulder pain so as to avoid causing Lawrence further upset, joked that he hadn't expected Lawrence to show up looking so casual but that it was a nice look on him and appropriate smoking attire

At some point, Adam realises that it's not feasible to let Lawrence go home as high as he is so the two of them just kind of...sit on the fire escape? Adam goes back into his apartment briefly to grab a couple of blankets and they fall asleep there, sharing a blanket with their backs to his window, their eyes on the sky

generally, they talk a lot and about stuff as mundane as the weather or stuff as deep as philosophy.

#adam stanheight x lawrence gordon #chainshipping #saw 2004

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angstyaches · 8 months

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apologies if this is a mischaracterization of him, but "9: a whiny, "Ugh, my tummy hurts..." followed by a huge belch" feels very Charlie-core to me 👀

Ah, the boys 🖤

Word Count: 3,000ish

CW: Shayne's disordered eating and food hang-ups, hunger pains, dizzy/weakness, slight angst but mostly fluff.

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“Oh, and Charlie!” Ingrid’s voice called out from behind them, all the way back in the kitchen. “Char?”

“Keep walking.” Charlie’s hand closed around Shayne’s arm, tugging him through the doorway and onto the front porch. “Pretend we don’t hear her.”

Shayne frowned. “What?”

“She’s about to tell us five hundred things she needs us to get in the shop. Keep walking.”

As much as he relished catching glimpses of Charlie’s more despicable side, Shayne found it physically difficult not to turn around and wait for whatever Ingrid was going to say. Even when it wasn’t specifically his name she was calling.

In the end, he didn’t have to. As Charlie was unlocking the car, the front door of the house opened again, and Ingrid padded out onto the porch in her fluffy pink slippers.

“Charlie!” she called out, with no idea that her son was purposefully ignoring her.

Charlie’s gaze caught Shayne’s over the bonnet of the car. “Yes, Mum?”

“I need you to pick up some cornflakes, an air freshener for the bathroom – the lavender one, alright? Not the lilac – and some of those…” Ingrid made a gesture through the air, beginning with her fingertips joined and then drawing them apart. “Those long toothpicks.”

Shayne shrugged slowly as Ingrid glanced at him.

“Skewers,” Charlie sighed.

“Skewers.” Ingrid threw Shayne a smile. “Can you boys remember all of that?”

“Yes,” Shayne said.

She blew them a kiss as they climbed into the car. Charlie huffed while he turned on the engine, but Shayne could tell that his boyfriend was clenching his teeth.

He watched in amused disbelief as Charlie reserved Trevor’s car out of the driveway and straightened it up in the direction of the supermarket.

“What?” Charlie asked, double-glancing at Shayne.

“Why are you mad? We’re going to the shop anyway.”

“Yeah, but if she needs that stuff so badly, why couldn’t she go herself?”

“Because… we’re going anyway?”

“That’s not the point,” Charlie said. “Anyway, sorry. Bad mood gone. Hey.”

“Hey,” Shayne said, stomach fluttering. They’d been reunited for about an hour and a half now, but so far, they'd been with Trevor and Ingrid. He wondered if Charlie was also thinking about pulling the car over so they could have a proper hug and maybe a kiss. Wondered if he should suggest it. But no. If Charlie wasn’t suggesting it, he definitely shouldn’t be suggesting it.

The drive to the supermarket was painfully short anyway, considering that the destination was, well, the supermarket. Shayne had been so preoccupied with the thought of being alone in the car with Charlie that he hadn’t given much thought to it, but as soon as its glowing lights and obnoxiously large signage came into view, it felt as though he had absorbed the bad mood that Charlie had so proudly cast off.

“Why do we even need snacks?” Shayne pushed his hands into his pockets as the glare of the supermarket got closer.

He glanced over at Charlie as they walked, probably looking far more anxious than anyone walking into a supermarket had the right to. He could have stayed in the car and waited for Charlie to come back, but he’d missed him, and didn’t want to be separated from him already. He was itching to hold hands, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to risk getting any extra attention from everyone else.

“What do you mean? Snacks are life!”

Shayne blinked, unsure of what other answer he’d been expecting.

“And I’ve barely eaten today!” Charlie threw Shayne a pointed look. “And I bet you haven’t either. You don’t even have to tell me.”

Shayne returned Charlie’s loaded look with a blank one. Spending most of the day without eating, unsurprisingly, affected Charlie a lot more than it did him, but pointing that out was never a good idea.

“But your parents are… making dinner,” Shayne pointed out instead, using the lowest voice he could manage. Ingrid had gone into great detail about the fajitas they were making, double- and triple-checking that Shayne would be okay with the spice level they'd picked out. At this very second, in fact, she and Trevor would be getting ready to serve them up, with the intention of some of them going in Shayne’s mouth, and the thought made him want to dissolve out of existence.

“Aw, lovely. This has nothing to do with dinner. Snacks perform a completely different task,” Charlie said. “Snacks fill a completely different void. You ever heard of the expression ‘dessert stomach’?”

“No?” Shayne said, resisting the urge to add that he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear of it. He was relieved, however, as Charlie reached over to him and linked their fingers together.

“It’s a phrase people use for when they’re already full but really want dessert. Like they have a whole extra stomach where they can fit dessert,” Charlie grinned. Clearly, this was a concept that delighted him as much as it made Shayne want to crawl into a hole and disappear. “Well, I have a theory that after the regular stomach and the dessert stomach, there’s also a snack void.”

“A snack void,” Shayne repeated numbly.

“Yep.”

“Which means…”

“Which means that no matter how much dinner or how much dessert you eat –” Charlie planted a hand on his belly, one eye twinkling under the glow of the inside lights while the other was shaded by his own face. “There’s still infinite space for snacks. A snack void.”

Shayne raised an eyebrow and glanced to the side, on the lookout for anyone nearby who might be perceiving them. At least he could be thankful that Charlie was rubbing his own stomach, and hadn’t decided to demonstrate using Shayne’s.

“Why… Why do I go out with you in public again?”

“Because you love me,” Charlie hummed, scooping his free arm around Shayne’s waist for a moment as they passed through the automatic doors and into the shop. The palm of his hand briefly grazed Shayne’s stomach as he let go, and Shayne felt an unexpectedly pleasant flicker in his chest.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, tightening his grip on Charlie’s hand. “I suppose you want a basket?”

Charlie scoffed. “Don’t say that with so much disgust! Yes, I want a basket. In fact, let’s get a trolley. I’m feeling lazy.”

___

“Oh, my god, the roast chicken smells so good,” Charlie whispered as they rounded the top of the aisle, bringing the trolley within sight – and scent – of the hot food counter. “I can’t wait for dinner.”

“Mmm,” Shayne said half-heartedly. He didn’t like lingering on the thought of eating the Waters’ food, but he didn’t like glossing over his gratitude to them, either. He felt the need to hold Charlie’s hand again, but Charlie was preoccupied with pushing the trolley.

“God damn it, I’m about to spend way too much money,” Charlie grumbled. They had just turned down the snack aisle, and he was already tossing two tubes of Pringles into the trolley. “This is why they say you shouldn’t shop when you’re hungry.”

“Mmm.”

Charlie looked up at a can that was still on the shelf, and tapped on the round face of the Pringles mascot with one finger. “Mr. Pringle knows what he’s about. Ooh – I wonder if he knows about the snack void. Wonder if he knows it’s been keeping him in business all these years.”

Not for you. Shayne felt a shiver down the back of his neck when he looked too closely at any of the brands on the shelf, so he kept his gaze fixed on the floor, glancing up just frequently enough to avoid looking too awkward. Not for you, not for –

“Lovely?”

Shayne’s head whipped towards Charlie.

“Are you okay?”

Shayne nodded.

Charlie was holding two brightly-coloured packets in his hands. “So, they have sour cola bottles and sour strawberries. Which do you prefer? This feels like something I should already know, I’m sorry…”

Shayne felt an almost painful tingling in his cheeks as he tried to consider Charlie’s question. He swallowed, dreading that he was about to start spouting saliva like he did when he was on a demon’s trail…

A shiver of cold went down the back of his neck, and he swore he heard a sharp, familiar intake of breath –

“Should we just get both?” Charlie shrugged, already gesturing as though to throw both packets into the trolley. “Let’s get both.”

Shayne turned his face away from Charlie and swallowed again. There was a woman at the other side of the aisle, reading the back of a box of cookies. Further down, a couple with a toddler were pointing at chocolate bars and placing a few of them in their basket.

With a flash of panic, Shayne wondered if there was any way these people could tell that his mouth had just started watering at a sealed packet of sweets.

They’re not even looking at you, he screamed inside his head, but it felt like screaming into a void.

“Hey.” Charlie touched the side of Shayne’s arm. “I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“Was I too pushy about the jellies? I’m so ready for dinner at this point, so I think I’m getting a bit impatient.”

Shayne shook his head. “You weren’t pushy, Charlie. I promise.”

“Really?” Charlie’s elbows were resting on the handle of the trolley, and he was looking up at Shayne for a change. “Well, you’ve got that look in your eyes. What are you thinking about?”

Shayne swallowed. “It… probably wouldn’t make sense to you.”

Charlie smiled as he straightened himself just slightly, and started to slowly move the trolley forward with his elbows. “It might still help to say it out loud.”

“I just… I can’t believe so many people are in here, picking out food, in public.” Shayne put a hand against the side of the trolley, partially to help steer it away from the shelves, but partially because touching it while Charlie leaned into it felt a little like holding Charlie’s hand. “Like, they know everyone can see them. They know everyone knows they’re thinking about eating that food, and they just… They don’t care? That doesn’t make them so embarrassed they could just melt into the fucking floor?”

Charlie looked up with a signature expression that used to mean we need to send you to therapy, but which now meant thank fuck you’re in therapy.

“It’s… just stressing me out a little bit.”

“A little bit? You’ve been popping your jaw non-stop since we came in.”

“No, I haven’t.”

Charlie raised his eyebrows.

“No, I fucking haven’t.”

“You don’t even notice you’re doing it anymore?”

Shayne shrugged.

At the end of the aisle, Charlie planted his feet in place. Shayne felt the trolley resisting his pull, and turned around to see his boyfriend’s blonde hair sticking out over his forearms, face buried next to the handlebar.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

Charlie heaved his head up a couple of inches. “I… don’t really feel good all of a sudden.”

Shayne’s heart twisted harshly. He kept the trolley steady with one hand, in case Charlie slumped forward and ended up on his face on the floor, but with the other hand, he cupped the exposed back of Charlie’s neck. He didn’t feel particularly hot, or clammy.

“What…” Stay calm, stay fucking calm. “What feels bad?”

“Everything,” Charlie groaned rather unhelpfully, and Shayne had to fight not to roll his eyes.

“Do you want to just leave everything and get out of here?” Shayne was fully prepared to abandon the trolley in the middle of the aisle if Charlie needed them to.

“Are you crazy?” came a weak protest as Charlie lifted his head. His eyes were delicately shut, as though scrunching his face up at all might upset some unseen balancing act he was performing. “Have I taught you nothing? Snacks are life.”

“Yeah, snacks are life, snack void, etc.,” Shayne agreed, sighing as he slid his hands onto the handlebar. If Charlie was well enough to complain about having no snacks, he was probably well enough to make it to the till and to the car.

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As soon as he was in the driver’s seat, Charlie lowered his head to the top of the steering wheel. He let out a pinched, drawn-out whine.

Shayne shifted helplessly in his own seat.

Was he coming down with a migraine? Shayne’s own head was spinning slightly from coming out of the harsh overhead lights, so it was possible, if not inevitable.

“Shit,” he whispered. He reached for the back of Charlie’s head again. Considering massaging the back of his neck. Settled for running his fingers below the hairline. “Love, do you have your medicine with you? Are they – are they in your backpack?”

He was ready to get out of the car to retrieve the meds from the back seat; he could even go back into the supermarket and buy something from the freezer to put on the back of Charlie’s neck to relieve the pain –

But before he’d even gotten his seatbelt off, Charlie groaned and shook his head.

“It’s not my head, lovely. Just… I think I just need to eat.”

Shayne blinked, his brain still bogged down by the migraine-relief plan even as Charlie sat back in the driver’s seat, pressing a hand to his belly. Shit. He had mentioned not eating much that day, and Shayne had stupidly brushed it off as unimportant.

“Ugh, my tummy hurts, I –”

A long, strained belch interrupted Charlie mid-whine. His eyes widened as though he were as surprised as anybody, and although he lifted a hand to cover his mouth, he did so after the fact, as though he could grab the sound out of the air and push it back in.

“Oops,” he mumbled behind his palm.

For some reason, Shayne felt the need to look towards the dashboard instead of continuing to look at Charlie’s face. He reached across the seats and felt for the pouch of soft, puckered fabric where Charlie’s hoodie sat against his stomach. Almost immediately, he felt Charlie’s hand on top of his, pressing it into place.

Shayne cleared his throat. “You okay?”

“Mmm.” Shayne couldn’t tell if Charlie was responding yes, or just groaning out of pain. Or relief. Or something else.

“Hungry…?”

“Hungry,” Charlie agreed, dragging Shayne’s hand lightly back and forth. “It feels a little better after that burp, though.”

“I… would imagine so.” Shayne frowned as Charlie reached for his seatbelt. “Are you going to be okay to drive?”

“It’s just a few minutes.”

Shayne didn’t like it, but without knowing how to drive himself, he didn’t have any other solutions to offer. “Okay.”

They were about to pull out of the supermarket car park when Charlie’s phone, nestled in the mounted stand below the dashboard, lit up, displaying the word ‘The Mother’ and a photo of Ingrid in a paper Christmas hat.

“What did she forget?” Charlie mumbled.

Shayne glanced at Charlie’s face and started raising a hand towards the mounted phone.

“No, no, no, don’t answer it.” Charlie took one hand from the wheel to gently nudge Shayne’s back. “We’re on our way home. We’re not going back in.”

Every second that passed without one of them tapping the green icon felt like sandpaper on Shayne’s skin, but he folded his arms and looked out the passenger side window. It was both a relief and a worry when the phone’s buzzing fell into silence.

“Charlie.”

“Yeah, lovely?”

“Are you mad at your mum?”

“No, I just – I mean, yeah, maybe. A little bit.” Charlie sighed. “She… Earlier, the way she was talking to you about dinner –”

Shayne’s heart sank. This was his fault.

“I’ve tried telling her that she needs to be a bit more… tactful about these things, but it’s like she either doesn’t listen to me, or it all just goes out of her head the second you’re in front of her, and it just – it’s frustrating, you know? It doesn’t seem to be that hard for Dad…”

Shayne’s throat tightened. Trevor didn’t unintentionally trigger him because Trevor steered clear of so many topics that it felt like they’d barely spoken to each other the past few visits. Ingrid was bound to stumble into tricky territory, given how much effort she made to make Shayne feel included.

“Love, that’s… that’s my shit to deal with.” Shayne swallowed. His stomach, like every single one of his emotions, was tangled up with gratitude and self-hatred. “I don’t expect other people to make it their shit to deal with.”

Charlie opened his mouth but didn’t say anything. He looked pale and miserable and utterly lost, and Shayne hated that he had contributed to that in any way, just by existing, just by being in his life, just by insisting that he love him and want to keep him close –

“I’m sorry I’m…” Stop. Shayne shook his head at himself, fighting against the voice that told him he was a burden. Dug through the sick feeling in his stomach until he found that flicker of warmth. “Thank you for worrying about me.”

“You’re welcome.” In the scarlet glow of a traffic light, Charlie turned his head and half-smiled. “I’ll ease up on Mum, if that’s what you want. I think I’m especially cranky right now because I’m hungry.”

“That’s fine,” Shayne breathed. He had done much, much worse than ignore a phone call while his mood was being infected with hunger. “I have a question.”

“Mmm?”

“Does everybody have a snack void,” Shayne asked, “or do you have to be, like, some kind of super-elite person to have one?”

“Oh,” Charlie whispered, turning his eyes back to the road as the light turned green. “Interesting…”

#StW Charlie #StW Shayne #hunger fic #hunger kink #stomach kink #tummy kink #burping #burping kink #eructo #eructophilia #hurt comfort #hurt and comfort #sickfic

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Lifetime Supply: Chapter 7

(read chapter 6 by gainerstories here)

Ryan awoke to find his gut smeared with frosting, cake crumbs littering his chest hair, and Antoine’s body wrapped around his. He reached for his phone and instinctively opened Instagram, frustrated to see that Luke still hadn’t replied to his DM.

Are you someone I can talk to about getting my snack needs met? Ryan read over his message, wondering if he should have said something different. Two weeks had passed, and his message was just hanging there, crying out for attention. Sort of like Ryan’s big, fat belly.

Ryan slowly extricated himself from Antoine’s determined cuddling, careful not to wake his sleeping fuckbuddy. Once again, the sex wasn’t anything special, but Antoine was an enthusiastic lay, and very generous with the food. In fact, he had coaxed an entire supermarket sheet cake into Ryan’s hungry gut.

Of course, sex had become a pretty different experience from what Ryan was used to. Jason was an exclusive top, and as obnoxious as he could be, he knew what he was doing in bed. Antoine, on the other hand, was a strict bottom. An eager, sniff-poppers-and-cross-your-fingers kind of bottom. Ryan had topped guys before, but the extra pounds were more of a challenge—and a turn-on—than he had anticipated. For starters, he’d lost some length to his growing fat pad. And all the weight around his hips gave each thrust more power. But he couldn’t deny enjoying the feeling of his own buttocks jiggling as he railed slender Antoine.

It was hardly the sort of sex Ryan fantasized about, but it was still a good enough release. He was surprised by the sharp contrast between their bodies. Antoine had skinny hips but a nice ass, round and firm. As he went to work, Ryan couldn’t help but notice how much wider he was, and the way his gut bounced and slapped against Antoine’s toned back. By the time the two men came, Ryan was sweating bullets and practically winded from the exertion. After that, he leaned back and let Antoine hand-feed him the rest of the cake, a messy experience that was basically as enjoyable as the fucking itself.

Once he was on his feet, Ryan stepped over the bare plastic cake tray, picking up his clothes from Antoine’s messy bedroom floor. He pulled on his underwear, the meshy fabric stretched to near-transparency over his bulging rear-end. And then he started the process—and it really was a process—of getting into his pants. Heaving, tugging, pleading, swearing, panting, sucking, and finally, after what felt like an almost biblical struggle, closing the button just below his ballooning belly.

Ryan regretted wearing a button-down. He was still bloated from the night before, and even on an empty stomach, his patterned shirt was starting to collapse under the pressure of so much flesh. He shrugged it on, feeling it pull taut over his broad back. He sucked in as hard as he could, and it buttoned, but it was a desperate sight. It was a made-in-Cambodia fast fashion shirt, and the buttons looked to be at their absolute limit. One wrong move and that thing would pop open like a can of biscuit dough. I could go for some biscuits, Ryan thought, in spite of himself.

Once he was dressed—“decent” would be an overstatement—Ryan quietly eased open the bedroom door and slipped out. Antoine’s roommate looked at him with thinly-veiled disgust over his morning bowl of granola, but Ryan ignored him, slipping out the front door. He was in the mood for some breakfast of his own.

He loaded up on fast food to tide him over on his way home, before striding into his apartment with a spring in his step. He felt good—sexed up, well fed, and ready for the day. He was pleased to see Cory making what looked like a nice, big breakfast, and he made a point of asking him to make enough for three. Or four, really, since Ryan usually ate for two.

“Damn, Ry, you’re gonna eat all of that?” Ahmed asked, when he saw Ryan’s heaping portion of waffles, pancakes, sausages and bacon. “Maybe save some for the rest of us!”

“I’m a growing boy,” Ryan said, through a mouthful of waffle. That was becoming a bit of a catchphrase, at this point. “And I—urp—worked up quite an appetite last night.” He neglected to mention that that appetite had been more than satisfied by an entire sheet cake.

“Obviously,” Ahmed said, arching an eyebrow. “You’re gonna scare off this Antoine guy if you keep this up, though.”

Ryan shrugged, taking a large bite of sausage. He pawed at his belly, conscious of how far apart the buttons gaped, revealing thick slabs of hairy fat. “He’s got some pretty specific tastes. Good taste, clearly.”

Cory chuckled, “I guess Ryan’s big appetite has an admirer.”

Ryan got a kick out of that. Clearly Cory was catching on, even if Ahmed was still in the dark about Antoine’s “unique” preferences.

“Speaking of big appetites, another box arrived for you today,” Ahmed said. “This one’s even bigger than the last one. And it’s only been a week! I thought you told them to ease up?”

“Yeah, I told him to hit the brakes. And then I got hungry, so I told him to floor it. Bigger boxes, more often.”

Ahmed’s eyes widened. “Holy shit, are you serious? Damn, you’re gonna be a whale.”

Ryan felt a little stirring. He shifted in his seat, acutely aware of how much he was starting to like comments about his expanding size.

“Well, don’t expect any more help from me,” Ahmed added. “I really gotta cool it with this bulk.”

Ryan glanced at his roommate, noticing how tight his shirt looked—and not just around his now-prominent pecs and increasingly impressive biceps. He poked Ahmed’s little beer gut. “Yeah, I’ll believe that when I see it. Besides, I don’t think Cory minds, am I right?” He looked at the slender guy across the breakfast table.

Cory blushed a little, glancing down at his own plate, which sported a single piece of toast. “I don’t mind,” he agreed.

After breakfast, Ryan tore into his Adesco box while he started on a freelance programming project. Coding was so much more enjoyable with food.

And Luke was making sure he had plenty to eat. The new boxes were twice the size of the old ones, and they arrived twice as often. Ryan felt like he was drowning in delicious, mass-produced snacks.

It wasn’t like he was trying to gain weight. He just liked food. And he was hungry all the damn time! When he and Jason had completely cut out refined sugar, he remembered Jason explaining that sugar was addictive. The more you eat, the more you crave. “And besides,” Jason had said, “Carbs aren’t filling. They’re just empty calories.” And so their relationship had been an endless parade of baked chicken breast, stir-fried tofu and other lean proteins.

Not anymore, though. Now that Ryan had started down that sugary road, paved with countless Adesco boxes, all of those restrictions and limitations were a thing of the past. He liked sugar. He liked refined carbs. He wanted more of them, all the time, as much as he could eat. And he could eat a lot.

Packing on the pounds was an inevitable side-effect. He didn’t sit down and do the math properly, but he guessed that if he was gaining almost two pounds a week with the old boxes, that number was bound to go up. But he didn’t care—clearly dreamy Luke enjoyed what he was doing to Ryan’s body, and if a guy like Luke wanted him bigger and fatter, Ryan was happy to oblige. Especially if all he had to do was sit around and eat his favourite foods from dawn until dusk.

He adapted to the new boxes quickly. At first, finishing so much food before the next box arrived was impossible. Then, it was a challenge. And after a couple of weeks, it was just a part of Ryan’s lifestyle.

Ahmed and Cory seemed stunned at how much Ryan was eating. Every waking moment he had food in his hands, and yet he still went in on whatever takeout order Ahmed was craving. And now that he had his degree, he didn’t need to go to campus anymore, which meant that his lifestyle was more sedentary than ever. He just sat on his ass, on his computer, eating and eating, gaining and gaining, month after month.

And tantalizing Luke with tales of his gluttony and growth. He was still bitter that Luke had never gotten back to his DM—so this guy would break up his relationship, but he was too high and mighty to stray from his own? But whenever Ryan’s phone lit up with that familiar 800 number, Ryan was happy to hop on and paint an increasingly lewd picture of just what Adesco was doing to him.

“Just checking in to confirm that you were satisfied with your most recent delivery,” Luke said, one day.

“Oh, man, was I ever, Luke,” Ryan said. He loved laying it on thick. He imagined Luke perched on his perfect ass in some drab little office, practically drooling into the handset of his office phone. “Those kettle chips? Mmh, better than sex.”

“Ah—um, that’s great. And you liked our new product, the hazelnut cream cakes?”

“Liked them? Luke, if you keep sending me those, I’m gonna need to reinforce my chair,” he said. “I swear, I’m like an eating machine when it comes to those boxes. You should see me going to town on those hazelnut things. Cream everywhere.”

A sharp intake of breath. “We’re so glad to hear that. And tell me about the fudge sandwich cookies, do you enjoy those?”

Ryan gave a little moan. He was glad these calls weren’t being recorded for training purposes. “Those are some of my favourites, man. Sometimes I’ll just crack open a package, and it’ll be empty in 20 minutes, flat. It’s not easy to fill this gut, you know?”

Another gasp. Ryan grinned. This kinky little fucker really did like mixing business and pleasure.

“I—that’s—sure. Right. And, uh, you’ve…” Ryan could sense Luke searching for words. “You’ve noticed your capacity has increased?”

Ryan’s grin widened, and he trailed a hand across his bountiful gut. It was firm from all the snacks he’d stuffed into it. “My capacity?”

Luke hesitated. “I mean, uh, you’re eating more? Of the snacks we send you?”

“Is that a question you normally ask?”

Luke cleared his throat. “Well, we haven’t done a prize giveaway like this since 1977. So this is uncharted territory for both of us.”

I bet it is, Ryan thought. “Yeah, my ‘capacity’ is crazy now. Before I used to have a bit of an appetite, but since I won this damn contest… I swear, Luke, I feel like I’ve eaten more this past year than I have in my whole life. And I don’t see that changing any time soon, not with the way my appetite is expanding.”

Ryan could hear Luke’s breathing through the phone. He imagined him ending the call and dashing off to the bathroom in a horny daze. “Well, we’re so glad you’re enjoying it. I’ll get a thank-you box sent to your address as soon as possible. Thank you. Good day.”

And then the call was disconnected. Ryan grinned, and reached for another bag of chips, acutely aware of the way his dick was throbbing against the underside of his belly.

#weight gain #male weight gain #gay #gaining fiction #gainer stories #realistic gain #belly #bhm #lifetime supply

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T-shirt

This is inspired by a real conversation me and my girlfriend had. First person POV.

It had been a long three hours. Dance class all day tends to lead to three things; a ravenous appetite, being drenched in sweat and being weirdly horny. Luckily unlike most days my girlfriend was waiting for me when I got home. One week of a parent-free house too. As I stretched and massaged my rubber legs I thought about how I’d be twice as exhausted once the day was over- but plenty energised for antics. I suddenly came up with a bright idea. I whipped out my phone to text her immediately;

“Hey babe. My shirt probably already stinks. If I make it worse on purpose would you wear it tonight?😈”

“Oh my God yes I would love to. Mark me with your scent. I want to be second grossest person in the supermarket tonight.🥰”

Perfect. Four more hours of dance. Now the shirt is sticking to skin all over. But the sweating time wasn’t over. I head to the student gym and hit arm day a little hard than usual. Arousal is the best motivator. Then I have a little pre-dinner at a coffee shop; broccoli Mac and cheese, an americano and a slice of chocolate cake. I love any excuse to eat but this time I’m on a mission. Make myself fart.

Once I’m off the bus I walk home in a cloud of joy. I’m a simple,slobby dude; I like food, sex, being gross and gross people. As I get to the door I grin wildly. My sweet girlfriend answers the door. As per usual she looks stunning. I kiss her on the cheek and say; “ it’s been a long day but I’m willing to make it twice as long for you.”She frets over me and compliments me, as I babble on about all the dumb shit I thought about to pass the time. Mid sentence a small burp falls out of her lips. It sounds so normal these days. I can’t help but shower her with compliments though. Especially with the snack packages I can see on the table. My plan needs to be executed though. I excuse myself to upstairs.

Perfect. I can hear my stomach gurgle. I always have a fart brewing but these will reek. I pull my sweaty t-shirt off, screw it up and shove it in my trousers. Then I push down with my hands clasped on my belly. Sure enough I release four massive farts in a row. Deep, bubbly and long directly into the already smelly shirt. I put on a shirt from my “worn once but not too bad” pile then go downstairs to see her stratching her ear while watching TV. Cutie. I say “hey babe you know what I said earlier about my shirt. Well I’ve stunk out this one for you. I hope you enjoy it.” She buries her nose in and stim-whistles a couple of times then puts on the shirt. “Thank you . This feels so cozy.”

“You look cute babe. Walk to the supermarket , wander around to get dinner, get the bus back then eat and fool around with a space documentary on?” “Could we get the bus both ways? I don’t like crossing the big main road.” “Okay country bumpkin we can avoid the horse machines.” “Says the city boy who gets excited every time he sees a cow”

We stand at the bus stop with my arm around her waist and her arm around my shoulders. I am definitely smirking. Sometimes I cannot control the smirk. She looks at me and blushes. Every time she blushes my heart lights up. As we get on the bus a couple of people turn to look. I pull her to the back and we lean on each other as we sit down. No traffic today so it’s only 12 minutes to the bus station. Before I know it we’re picking out discounted fancy pizzas while she talks about peaky blinders. “Can we get some garlic bread as well? And some sour candy?” “It’s your money” “I know but it has to feed us for four more days” “Can we get hummus” “Of course” she gives me a look. I know what that means. That look means I should apply my empathy to myself.

When we get to the frozen aisle an older man is looking at the frozen vegetables. He stares us down, looking for something to comment on. Then his nostrils flare. As I open the door the freezer with the Ben and Jerry’s he spits out “you gen zeds never bathe. Both of you smell awful. It’s anti social. Get your acts together” at my sweet girlfriend. She starts giggling and I start laughing as well. He picks up his bags and walks away. I keep laughing as I pull her in by the waist. “You smell terrible” I kiss her on the mouth. My stomach burbles and feel a bubble shoot up my throat. I turn my head and let out a medium sized burp. I pull back in give her a huge hug. I can feel that she’s nervous but happy I’m happy.

We both go straight to the kitchen when we get home. I open a bag of rainbow belts and place our pizza and garlic bread in oven while she gets a couple of paper plates out of the packet for us. Then she opens her hummus and starts slicing vegetables. I let out another fart as I retrieve the garlic bread and joke “I need to be re-inflated”. I place cheese on and put it back in the oven then hug her from behind and tie her/my shirt so her belly can be seen. I then kiss her on the forehead and start doing a silly dance to pass the time. When we dish up I’m more generous for myself than usual. Then we set ourselves up in the living and I turn on the TV. Then I ask “can I put my hand down your pants while we eat” “yes but let me get comfy” “ok” she pushes her self into the couch corner then places her food in the gap between her legs. I then fumble with her button and zip and push my hand into underwear and pick up a slice of garlic bread. She’s already hard. I look at her quizzically “you were really confident with that old man and I really like wearing your shirt”. We watch the screen as we eat and I touch various parts of her body.

As a supernova fills the screen I polish off my plate and tap her shoulder. She nods then pulls down her jeans and panties. I sit on her lap and put one hand on her clit and the fingers of the other hand in her mouth. Then I get into a rhythm. Mouth-clit-mouth-clit. She makes such fun faces. Eventually I feel a push and release and she moans directly in my ear. I move my two hands towards her belly. It looks cute, round and gassy. I rub gently below her belly button and she lets out her own loud fart. I kiss her face all over and exclaim “such a good gross girl! I love you!” She’s so cute. I collapse into her and we fall asleep on the couch. She’s mine. She smells like me.

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