#shoe holder wooden

[forcheol]

౨ৎ sweater — csc

synopsis when missing seungcheol turns into you wearing his sweater and socks. pairing seungcheol x fem reader genre fluff word count 1.3k hani’s note cheol calls reader baby, sweetheart and doll. this idea literally just came into my brain because of me taking a sweater out of my wardrobe…inspo by this reel btw hehe!

his sweaters smell like him. like fresh laundry but also a strong masculine scent. it’s comforting, as if seungcheol is all around you. whenever seungcheol isn’t around, you wear his clothes — whether that be his silly looking socks with characters on them, his shirts or his sweaters — and in a sense, they’re grounding, warm and not to mention so cosy. which is why you lay in bed with his sweater. but now your feet are cold. so, you get out of bed for the top drawer, bracing yourself for the cold biting at your feet and face. at the sight of a folded pair of shark print crew socks (seungcheol’s favourite), you jump back in bed and pull the socks on.

a cold draft sneaks in from somewhere and into the bedroom where you’re laying. every few minutes, you’re wiggling around in the blankets you’ve wrapped yourself in, trying to gain as much heat as possible. that draft is beginning to provoke agitation in you and you wonder if you even closed all the windows.

there is no way you’re going to get up (again) to check in this cold, though. you had switched the radiators on, surely you’ve closed all windows and you had closed the doors to rooms that weren’t in use. this was all in an attempt to keep the heat in because you were starting to freeze.

the clock reads 10:18 PM, seungcheol isn’t home yet. he had shouted a quick ‘don’t wait up, sweetheart!’ before he had left in the morning and yes, you weren’t going to wait for him at first but god, you miss him so bad right now. you don’t think you could fall asleep without seeing him first.

reaching out of the blanket for the remote, you decide that the best thing to pass the time with is to watch something. so, you switch on the tv and flick through before settling on whatever seems interesting enough to hold your attention until seungcheol arrives home.

multiple yawns had left your mouth by 11:06 PM, seungcheol was still not home. you begin to doze off after a few minutes, eyes fluttering closed every few seconds before you open them wide and squeeze them to stay awake.

a key turns in the lock, it reaches your ears and has you alert. seungcheol’s keys jangle and you know that the jangling sound is the little batgirl keychain colliding with the wall as seungcheol plugs the guitar key into the wall mounted key holder (your keys held a batman keychain — seungcheol had bought these for you both, opting to have each other’s characters).

as seungcheol sets his coat in the closet near the front door and his shoes on the wooden shoe rack, he turns around and almost goes to slump onto the couch when he catches you staring at him through the open bedroom door.

seungcheol tilts his head a little and smiles at you, “i thought i had told you not to wait up, sweetheart.”

“i know but i wanted to wait for you.” you watch as he walks out of eyesight and hear the tap run, a glass filling up with water. seungcheol walks into the room as he takes a sip from the glass and then takes a seat on the edge of the bed next to you, the glass hanging from his fingertips where his forearm rested on his thigh.

“you missed me? oh, my baby,” he coos and lifts your hand to his lips and gives it a quick peck. he gulps down another sip of water and there is half left which he gestures for you to drink the rest, “all this waiting for me and i bet you haven’t even hydrated yourself, silly girl.”

you shake your head as the water runs down your throat, “not true, i am so hydrated!”

“really?” seungcheol’s lips twitch, trying not to smile as he notices your dry lips. his hand holds your jaw and his thumb is on your bottom lip, “why are your lips chapped, then?”

at this, your tongue darts out to lick at your lips, “what do you mean?”

seungcheol shakes his head, he reaches for the vanity table drawer and takes out a lip balm. its cherry flavoured, his favourite. you set down the glass on the bedside table.

his hand tilts your chin and applies the lip balm to your lips and oh, that concentrated look on his beautiful face. lips parted, eyes shining and focused on your lips, trying so hard to not get the balm anywhere other than your lips.

and when he’s done, he asks you to rub your lips to together so that the balm is spread evenly. he watches you intently as you follow his instructions.

seungcheol carefully moves your head around (at this point, you’re just letting him do whatever, it’s endearing to watch him do things like this) to check that the balm hadn’t smudged anywhere else then he lets go, “there, all done! now, make sure you drink a lot of water if you don’t want chapped lips, okay?”

you nod your head slowly as a response and he gets up to put the lip balm away. seungcheol turns around and squints at you, “are you wearing my sweater?”

“huh? yeah, it was getting cold and also, i missed you,” you explain, “wearing your socks too!”

he looks at the end of the bed where you stick out your feet from the blanket, “you can have all of my sweaters and socks if you look that adorable in them, doll.”

the nickname makes your heart skip a beat. doll. it sounds lovely coming from his pretty lips.

seungcheol smiles and you reach for his hands which he gives. you tug with all the strength you have to quickly press your lips to seungcheol’s, pulling back with an audible ‘mwah’ and you make sure that the lip balm he applied had transferred to his lips too.

seungcheol’s dimples form on both cheeks as he laughs with his gummy smile. full cheeks become rosy and seungcheol shrinks a little in his place. every time you pull your little ‘mwah’ trick, seungcheol gets so shy and you love it. you adore his shyness.

“you’re so silly,” seungcheol ruffles your hair, “i’ll go get changed, be right back,” he pinches your cheek and leaves the room.

when seungcheol re-enters the room, you immediately raise a corner of the blanket to invite him over. he climbs onto the bed, except not next to you. seungcheol hovers over you then lowers himself down onto your chest, his legs between yours and his arms going under yours to hug you.

your heart melts at the sight of his head on your chest, being able to feel his chest rising and falling against your own and his hair tickling the base of your neck which you run your hand through, giving him a slight massage. reaching for the blanket you threw to the side, you pull it over both your bodies to stay warm.

“good day at work, cherry?”

seungcheol’s chest vibrates as he hums, “yeah, and jeonghan dragged me to dinner and he paid, can you believe that? i mean, he always ‘forgets’ his wallet at home!”

seungcheol’s after work stories never fail to make you giggle. it’s the way he tells them with big eyes and even acts them out sometimes.

after the laughter stops from both of you, seungcheol speaks up again, “but i’m tired after that. i would have been home earlier to cuddle with you but jeonghan…” he laughs again, “he wouldn’t let me go! now, i just wanna lay like this with you.”

“yeah? i got you, i’m right here,” you rub his back under the blanket and seungcheol moves his head to kiss your collarbone.

a few minutes later, you’re positive that seungcheol has fallen asleep with the way he becomes heavier and heavier the deeper he sleeps — you feel like your hugging an actual bear — so you give him a quick kiss to his forehead and hold him closer to you before dozing off just after him.

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[munsonsreputation]

i'm falling in love, again

steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: [6.7K]

warnings: no use of y/n, friends to lovers, infidelity (reader's ex), characters are in their early 20s, modern!au (they've got cellphones and text messages okay!!!), cursing, some angst w/ fluff ending.

summary: you thought the plane was going down, but somehow, someway, all the fates and all the stars aligned, and now you were lost in labyrinth of Steve Harrington’s mind forever.

“Hey doll,” Steve greeted softly, holding out a bunch of flowers towards your figure that stood slouched against the wooden doorway, sadness filled orbs meeting his.

You pouted deeply, eyes brewing with tears that blurred him out before you blinked and set them loose. He made a sound, sighed and tsking before he finally closed the space and wrapped you up in his arms, letting you fall against him while you wept into the crook of his neck.

“H-hi Steve.” You croaked, fingers sinking into his back, trying to anchor yourself as he rubbed your skin up and down attempting to sooth the biting warmth that swarmed your body.

Pulling away slightly to look down at your tear-stained face, he gave you a tight smile and gripped you a little tighter.

“Let’s go inside, yeah?” He suggested.

You nodded, pulling yourself away from him and swiping your cheeks with your fingers, letting him step into your apartment watching as he locked the door shut and toed off his shoes.

It was emptier than usual, missing footwear from the shoe rack and lonely pegs of the key holder that used to hold another’s. Your ex had finally come around to pick up his things that were left behind. Even if it was a month of separation and him overseas preparing you to see him, it sucked the soul out of your body when he knocked and stood on the other side waiting for you to let him in now that the locks were changed and his spare was no use.

“Sorry for the mess,” You sniffled, gesturing pathetically around the disheveled area, still trying to get rid of everything that reminded you of him and the things that he left behind.

He shook his head, setting the flowers down on the kitchen table and walking over to you. You hated crying in front of him mostly because he hated seeing you so sad, but you couldn’t help what you were feeling inside.

“Don’t apologize. I’m never gonna judge you.” He reminded you never wanting you to feel bad for feeling how you did.

His hands fidgeted with your fingers, rubbing comforting circles over your skin, hoping to get the slow trail of tears to stop pouring and your breathing to even out.

“What do you wanna do?” He proposed, speaking so delicately, careful and considerate, “I can help you get rid of whatever you want out or we can sit down and talk, or we don’t have to talk at all. Whatever you want…I’m here.”

The truth is, Steve was always there through the good, the bad, the ugly, and the stunning. He was one of your closest friends who saw you through and through everything and no matter what, he always made it clear that the second you needed him or anybody, he would be there.

He was the first one to officially meet your ex before he even asked you to be his girlfriend. It all happened when you went on your first date that was soon running a little too late into the evening. Steve was sitting by himself in the corner of the pizzeria as per your request just in case your date turned out to be horrible and you needed a convenient way out.

Three taps of your foot against the tiles meant, “please get up and get me out of there,” and so when he saw you do just that, he didn’t hesitate to stand up and “run into you” by coincidence.

“Oh, hey! I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight.” Steve beamed, holding his arms out wide as you smiled and stood up from your seat, embracing him in a hug.

“Hey Steve!” You greeted, pulling away and turning to your date.

“This is my friend, Steve! We actually live in the same apartment complex.” You explained, watching as they both shook hands and Steve nodded towards him.

Steve snapped his fingers, pointing at you as if he remembered something. “Don’t forget that maintenance is shutting off the water at 2 in the morning—that leak is still going at it.” He cursed, shaking his head.

You gasped, nudging his shoulder. “You’re so right! I totally forgot about that.”

Passing your date an apologetic look, you picked up your purse and slung it over your arm.

“I’m so sorry, but I think I should head home. I definitely want to shower before the water gets shut off for god knows how long.”

He stood up, nodding her head, and gesturing out the windows, “Sure thing! Did you want me to drop you—”

Steve cut him off, shaking his head and draping his arm over your shoulders.

“I think we could walk together, just makes sense since we live in the same place and it’ll save you some gas.” Steve assured him, as you nodded in agreement and said your goodbyes.

It wasn’t long before your arm hooked over his and you two were walking the busy streets back to your apartment complex only a good ten minutes away. You and Steve often walked together to do groceries, get late night pizza, or just to get out of your apartments for a while. He never let you walk alone though… that was always his rule.

“Did he say something stupid?” Steve suspected, peering over at you.

You shook your head, silently continuing to walk with him.

“Is he not funny?” He tried again.

You laughed this time, pushing against him gently as he nearly tripped over his own feet.

“He wasn’t not funny.” You chided.

He wanted to beg to differ, seeing as though you spent most of the date nodding and smiling, not much laughter going on, but maybe he was just reading too much into it. But he tried to think up what could have made you want to cut the date short and head back home thirty minutes earlier than you were supposed to.

“Do you not find him attractive?” He said once more.

Your lips curled, eyes shooting up to think to yourself as you neither shook your head nor nodded, just simply shrugging.

“He’s great, I had fun… I just don’t know where this is gonna go.” You pointed out, stopping at the crosswalk.

He leaned over you, fist knocking into the button, waiting for the light to turn red.

“Where do you want it to go?” He met your eyes, staring into them deeply, hoping to get a glimpse of the future, yet all he could see was the slight reflection of himself.

You smiled unknowingly, taking a deep breath and letting your shoulder fall.

“We’ll see.” You whispered, tugging him along through the crosswalk.

Two piles were made in the middle of your living room: trash and donate. You and Steve went through boxes of stuff your ex had left behind, clothes, old records, knick knacks — everything that he had left for you to deal with, as if breaking your heart wasn’t enough.

“Why did he always dress like he was in boarding school?” Steve cackled, folding up a pair of slacks that added to the already tall pile of dress clothes that would be going to the Salvation Army.

You giggled, sifting through the rest of the stuff you had set aside, and hid in the back of your closet, hoping to avoid until now.

“He was really going for that stuck up, private school, douchebag look I guess.” You scorned, huffing as you chucked a meaningless valentines card into the trash bag.

You didn’t care for keeping anything from him even just for memory's sake — if anything you wanted to burn him out of your memory and forget that he ever even existed to begin with.

“Well, on the bright side, someone else is gonna be wearing these clothes to their first professional interview, but hopefully whoever it is isn’t such a jackass.” Steve scoffed, moving the pile aside to make space for the rest of the things.

“Yeah, let’s hope.” You breathed, reaching the bottom of the box, plucking out the white envelope that laid by itself.

You froze for a second, throat tightening up and your heart thumping against your chest a little stronger. It had been the thing you found that confirmed your suspicions that your ex wasn’t being as loyal as he was claiming to be. In fact, he had been sharing his devotion to another woman… one that you thought was just a friend from work, though you should have read the signs way before then.

“You okay?” Steve furrowed his brows at the sudden silence, turning to see you go rigid while you stared at the piece of paper.

The front of it was marked with her initials and his in a big red heart, encasing their names like it was some kind of holy matrimony. The other side stained with her red lipstick marks that she had left behind. The contents of the letter: a confession of her love for him — how she couldn’t believe she had gotten so lucky to find someone whom she got to see every day even if it was during boring meetings and long nights at the office.

Your heart felt like it had dropped from its cages right down to your gut, a sort of free falling feeling similar to the rise of an elevator that would come plunging down. You wanted to be in denial, re-reading the letter over and over again hoping that maybe your mind was seeing things that they weren’t supposed to — but that was the joke of it all.

You weren’t supposed to see it, but you did.

You felt the rise, quickly taking you up to the floor that you were supposed to be on, only to be left hugging yourself, not even being given a warning to brace the crash.

“I—It’s the letter.” You let out, swallowing the lump in your throat, eyes staying glued to the floor as you tossed it aside.

Steve was the first to know about it, too. You had called him, practically speechless not knowing how to go about it. He swore the first five minutes of the phone call was him asking you if you were alright and if you were still there — nothing could have prepared him for what you were about to say next.

“I…I think he might be cheating on me.” You whispered, closing your eyes, doing your best to not take it out of proportion.

Steve just jeered, puffing out a ridiculous laugh. “Why do you think that? How could he ever cheat on someone as amazing as you? I think you might be overthin—”

“I found a letter.” You confessed, and he quickly shut up then the line went silent for a few seconds.

“W-what kind of letter? I-I mean, what does it say?” He stammered over his words, still trying to grasp what was happening.

“A love letter.” You cracked, taking a harsh breath, rising up from your place on the floor to get as far away from it as possible to somehow make it feel like it wasn’t real.

“I’m so sorry,” Steve rushed the apology out.

A shuffle sounding over his voice as you let out a sob and paced your apartment panicked and distraught.

“What do I do? I—I never imagined this…never in a million years. I don’t know what to do, Steve… please, tell me, what can I do?”

You were begging, trying to make sense of the situation, even trying to see it through when you both knew there was no going back from here.

Steve wouldn’t let you do that to yourself.

A knock sounded on your door, interrupting your tears as you choked, wiping them off your cheeks, pulling the phone away from your ear slightly. You unlocked it, opening it a bit only to be met with him on the other side. He caught his breath, pushing the door open with a gently hand.

“I don’t know, but right now, I’m here okay? I’ll be here as long as you need.”

Steve stayed over that night, holding you in your arms as he read the letter to himself, trying to understand why that son of a bitch could do something so cruel to you. And when your phone went off with a text message from him, saying he’d be spending the night at the office doing paperwork ahead of the big meeting the next morning — Steve was the one who texted back for you.

You both knew he was lying, spending the night at her place instead.

It took everything in Steve to not blow up, to pounce on the moment to tell him that you had found the letter and figured everything out. That he best not even bother to come home at all because you’d be throwing him out.

But he resisted… and he always did until you were ready.

He resisted the next day when you told him to go home and get some rest after he had spent the night worrying about you and soothing you back to sleep when you would wake with the nightmares of your boyfriend and his mistress.

He resisted when you told him that you’d figure out a way to break up with your him soon, even when he knew you were holding out.

He resisted when he came to check up on you a few days later, only to be met with your boyfriend answering the door, him and his stuff still there.

He resisted when you and your friends went out for dinner, and you had dropped the bombshell on them, and could say nothing when they asked if you had broken it off already.

He never understood why you waited so long to call things off, when deep down you knew how wrong the situation was. He tried to put himself into your shoes, to imagine what you must be feeling inside that made you want to stay and be tolerated instead of celebrated. But he couldn’t feel it. He only wished you could see yourself from his eyes, then maybe you’d see it a little clearer.

That you didn’t need to stay in the footnotes or the bylines of his life, when Steve was right there, so ready and willing to make you his temple, his mural, and his sky.

But he sat and watched you until you were ready to let go — until you pulled the dagger out and lost the weight of the person who was holding you back and taking advantage of your love.

He swiped the letter away, tucking it within the folded clothes to get it out of your sights. He scooted closer to you, a tender hand coming to cradle your head and let you rest it on his shoulder.

“Do you think she knew about me?” You marveled aloud, sniffling as you grazed up at him.

He didn’t answer, just letting his fingers pull your hair behind your ears, tucking them away.

“She had to have known, right?” You stared at him, hoping he would have the answers that you’d been longing to find even after all this time.

But Steve wasn’t an expert on all this. He didn’t want to fill your head with narratives that he didn’t know were exactly true; he knew it would only make you spiral with the would’ve, could’ve, should’ve’s, but to quite honest, there was nothing that you could have done to fix it and no answer Steve could have given you to change the past.

“He didn’t deserve you. I know that much.” Steve whispered, lifting your hand in his, keeping his response short with something that he knew was sure.

You squeezed against his digits, threading your fingers through his, letting the both of you stay hand in hand on your living room floor.

“Why wasn’t I enough for him?”

He squeezed your hand three times, taking a deep breath in keeping his eyes on yours, “Because he was an idiot not satisfied with the best he had in front of him.”

Steve knew a lot about boys. After all, he once was one of them — stupid, self-centered, ignorant, and most of all ungrateful. He lived life like everything and everyone was replaceable, a kind of numbness that he had garnered since he was a little boy following the footsteps of his dad and just trying to make him proud by being a reflection of him.

Nancy Wheeler changed that for him, his first love, such a lovely experience that changed his life for the better. But it costed him losing her too. He could never step close to Jonathan Byers, the one who was man enough to love Nancy the way she wanted… the way Steve never could.

It stung for a long time. Lots of hope that maybe one day Nancy would love him again, and more hopelessness knowing that she was irrevocably in love with Jonathan and he would have hated for her to only see him in his eyes knowing her heart always belonged to him.

The heartbreak could have made him envious at the world, wanting to lash out like a wounded animal and get revenge on the entire world like some sort of villain, but it did the exact opposite.

He took it in stride even when some days were harder than the rest. There was a community of love around him, and while it wasn’t romantic, it was enough for him to see it through and know that one day when he met the one, he wouldn’t let himself let her pass by.

You released his hand, smoothing the top of his with yours as you put on a small smile taking your head off of his shoulders.

“I’m gonna make us a drink… and thank you for being here for me.” You spoke gratefully, standing up and heading for the kitchen.

He stayed there for a second, watching you closely, trying to figure out if you were running away from talking about it or if you were just over it by now. He crossed his fingers that it was the second option; he wanted you to be over it, to not be so affected and hurt anymore knowing that you were always the better half, the one who didn’t lose anything because you already had everything you needed inside of your heart.

But he also knew it tended to get like this — thoughts so loud, presence so distant, you were a world away while he was there hoping you’d find your way back home soon.

“Fuck him, he’s a piece of shit who never deserved you!”

The nightclub was so chaotic, bright lights, booming music, even louder friends who were trying to get you to feel a little better about the breakup. Nancy and Robin had arranged the night out for you with the best of intentions, seeing as though you had spent every day since the breakup inside the apartment that you used to share with him.

It didn’t help that you broke things off right before he had to go out of town for a work, all of his things still stayed where they were, not enough time for him to find a new place or ask a friend to stay with them for a while. But it wasn’t as bad as it could have been if he was still there physically.

You gulped down the shot, pinching your eyes closed when the liquid went down with a burn before being followed by the sourness of a lime. The girls cheered around you, nudging your shoulders and placing kisses on your head affectionately.

“C’mon! Let’s go dance!” Robin whistled, grabbing your hand and attempting to pull you to the dance floor with her and Nance, but you stayed grounded, just barely glued to the seat.

You flashed her a reassuring smile and waved her off to the dance floor.

“You guys go ahead! I’ll meet you there in a little…I just need some water.” You called out loud enough through the music and they both nodded, shimmying into the disco lights.

Steve tapped his fingers against the tabletop, sipping on his Coke, no alcohol added. He volunteered to be the designated driver for the night and of course, honorary body guard if anyone messed with you guys. You didn’t know if he’d want to spend the night practically babysitting three girls, but you were glad he was there nonetheless.

“You having fun?” Steve leaned over so you could hear him better.

You nodded instantly, though there was a strain in your features. Eyes shining with a glaze over them and your smile felt like it was rehearsed, something you had spent time in the mirror trying to get right so that it was believable past the frown you’d been wearing.

He looked at you unconvinced, reaching under the table to hold your hand in his, “You can tell me the truth, doll.”

“I just…” You looked around, hoping that your friends were looking at you and sure enough they were too busy dancing to the beat of the music having fun like you were supposed to be doing right then. But you definitely didn’t want to dump it on them, seeing as though they did this for you and didn’t mean any harm.

“I, I hate that everybody expects me to bounce back, just like that.” You snapped your fingers with a clack, “I want to forget about it and move on, I really do, but I just can’t do it overnight you know?”

He nodded understandingly, thumbing over your knuckles, “I know what you mean, but it only hurts this much right now because it’s raw and fresh… one day you’re gonna wake up and it won’t hurt as much.”

“I wish that day would come sooner.”

“It will,” He reassured you, squeezing your hand three times, “But what about tonight you just pretend?”

“Pretend?” You looked at him uncertainly.

“Pretend like you’re over it, or just pretend like he never even existed? Go out there and have fun and pretend like you forgot about him, just for tonight.” He told you, gesturing over to the dance floor of people who were probably doing the same.

“You think that’ll work?” You rose your brows, and he snickered, shrugging lightly.

“Won’t know if you don’t try,” Steve whistled.

“Come with me?” You tilted your head before taking the last shot on the platter.

You let it burn, not bothering with a chaser until he pushed his Coke towards you, coaxing you to take at least a sip before nodding his head with a sly smile.

“I’m following your lead, babe.”

Steve was sober, yet with his hands intertwined in yours he felt drunk on love. Laughing so hard, his cheeks hurt as he moved with you, nonstop jumping, screaming, and dancing to the music that resounded through the speakers. Even in the neon lights of the club, nothing shined as bright as you. He would do anything you wanted in order to see you this happy, even if it meant breaking his back to make you break a smile.

He stayed on that dance floor until you were tired and needed to catch a breath. His hand stayed in yours as he drove Nancy and Robin home. He stayed and held your hair back when you threw up in the toilet. And he stayed with you in his arms on your living room couch as you cried at the haunting memories until you fell asleep.

It felt like no one could put you back together, not even yourself, but Steve was the one holding onto you during those times, and he always stayed — even now.

He tossed out the trash bags into the dumpster, placing the donated ones in the trunk of his car to deal with tomorrow. Two vintage VHS tapes sat in the corner of the trunk, something he thought maybe you both could enjoy for the rest of the day.

“I found these.” He wiggled them in the air, locking the front door shut. “I was supposed to return them yesterday, but I’ll just do it when I get back to work on Monday.”

You strided over, swapping the tapes for his drink: Coke with a splash of triple sec. Inspecting the tapes, you moped, looking up at him.

“These are both rom-coms.” You grumbled, taking them towards the living room nonetheless, him following behind you.

Steve muttered out an ‘sorry’ before falling back onto the couch.

“They’re El’s. She gave them to me to return because she didn’t want to bike all the way there. But we don’t have to watch any of them. We can just sit and talk if you want?”

You snorted, setting them down near the player just in case you both decided to watch them later. “About how pathetic I am for still letting him get to me?”

“You’re not pathetic.” He sat the glass down on the coffee table, patting the cushion beside him.

“I feel like I should be over it by now.” You retorted, tossing yourself beside him, slumping into the cushions.

“It’s not that easy especially when you were in love with him.” Steve pointed out, trying to sway you to give yourself more grace.

“I want to believe that he loved me as much as I did him, but I think that would mean I’d be lying to myself.” You admitted, shaking your head at yourself and looking down at your lap while you twiddled with your fingers.

“You don’t think he loved you?” He sought, bringing his hand towards your knee, rubbing comforting circles around it.

You shook your head, scoffing towards yourself, “I don’t even think I know what it feels like to be loved by a man in that sense. I don’t think he saw me or felt that way for me.”

“Why do you think that?”

You shrugged, thinking back to the contents of the letter, the swooping words that had been engrained into your mind like a cursed image you would forever be stuck seeing every time you closed your eyes.

“Because he never showed it, really. That letter… she said that he’d bring her flowers to the office, leave her favorite coffee on her desk with a little note, bring her an extra sandwich when she forgot her lunch…”

You rolled your eyes weakly, cursing in your mind knowing you were the one who made those sandwiches every night and packed them up for him to take, only to give it to the girl he was cheating on you with.

“It’s those little things that I never got. Those small details of the effort he never gave to me.” You pinched your fingers together, half hating that you were revisiting these feelings again and more so loathing that you were dumping it all on Steve.

He gave you a comforting look, nodding for you to go on knowing you had so much to say, and he’d stay here all night until you got it all out of your system. You bit on your lip, shaking your head as you tried to gathering what you’d been feeling.

“The worst part is, I—I feel like I gave him all the best parts of me, and I don’t think I’ll ever love like that again.” You sounded disappointed in yourself, like you had given up on your fairytale happy ending that you always wanted.

Steve’s face twisted, eyebrows pulled together, and a heavy frown playing on his lips.

“Don’t say that.” He scolded tenderly, hating that you amounted yourself to that.

“It’s true,” You laughed so sure of yourself, “I don’t think I have it in me to expect someone to love me the way I really want them to.” You threw your hands into your lap, turning to look out the window.

Steve couldn’t let you live with that thought in your head any longer. He didn’t know when you starting believing that, but he’d be damned if he let you think that your happiness was over just because one guy did you bad. If he could and if you would let him, you would realize that happily ever after was right in front of you the whole time.

Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out.

“What if that someone already does?” Steve clutched your hands, pulling himself closer to you, knees knocking into each other.

Your eyes snapped back to his, staring at him puzzled by the sudden sanguine of his voice, “What?”

He squeezed your hand three times, taking a deep breath as he spoke it out loud once again — this time a little clearer in his phrasing, needing to get this right.

“What if there’s someone out there who doesn’t need to be taught how to love you because they already do?”

His voice was sure of himself, accompanied by a bit of nervousness that only you could decipher as him trying not to get tongue tied.

“What are you saying?” You looked between his eyes, searching for an answer yet only seeing a reflection of yourself clouding his irises.

“That I’m in love with you.” He blurted out without a moment's hesitation.

You stared at him motionless, not knowing if he meant it in the way you thought he did. For all you knew, he could have been referring to the friendship aspect of your relationship. You wanted to be in denial once more, knowing this couldn’t be what you thought it was.

“Steve…” you whispered, hand going slack against his, clearly taken aback.

He didn’t let you let him go, covering your intertwined hands with his free one. Your pulse was practically beating in his palms, the blood rushing through your body in a surge and your heart beating with a rapid thumpthumpthump. You could feel his hands shaking, his chest rising quicker with each second that passed with him trying to gather his words.

“I’m not just saying this. I mean it with everything inside of me.” He promised you, letting his hand release yours only to grip your wrist and bring them to his beating heart.

Despite it all — the nerves and everything that should have shut his body down — his heart stayed steady, beating in sync with yours. He gulped thickly, dropping your hands back to your lap as he stood and paced the small space between your coffee table and the couch.

“I—I’ve been in love with since I could remember you walking into Family Video and running into me and helping me pickup the tapes while you apologized profusely. I’ve known that I have loved you since forever, but I…I just couldn’t bring myself to tell you because I was terrified that you wouldn’t feel the same way.”

He halted in front of you, catching his breath hoping you were able to at least understand some of the contents of his ramble, not getting lost in it.

Your shoulders rose with a deep breath you took in. “Why didn’t just—”

“I tried! And I was going to!” He exclaimed swiftly, raking a hand through his hair and tugging in frustration towards himself, because he felt as if he could have prevented this — you getting hurt.

He slowly took his seat next to you, elbows resting on his knees as he focused his sights forward not knowing if he could bear to look into your eyes as he spilled the rest of what he had been keeping inside for so long.

“But after your first date with that idiot I wanted you to tell me that there was something wrong…that you didn’t like him at all. I was gonna swoop in and say that maybe I could make it up to you and finally take you out on a date, but I didn’t because turned out you actually liked him.”

Your heart stopped, chest rising and falling so slowly you thought you could faint. But how could you when Steve was still there confessing his undying love for you?

“I didn’t want to get in between the two of you because it wouldn’t be fair, no matter how much I feel inside for you. I didn’t want to rob you of what could’ve been between you and him.” He swallowed, hanging his head low.

You wished he had stolen your heart and never let it be tainted with the hands of someone who was only going to drop it and hurt you. You wished that he didn’t wait and had been so considerate to the other party, when in reality he was holding back because of you… because he wanted you to be happy even if it wasn’t with him.

“Y-you don’t understand how hard it’s been for me to watch you be treated like a second option, while I stand there and in my head you’ve always first. I…I don’t know why I waited so long to tell you. I’m sorry.” He said hoarsely, head lifting to glance at you where you faced him still reeling from it all.

“Don’t apologize, Steve.” You sighed, shaking your head and placing a soothing hand on his shoulder.

He wiggled under your palm, grunting to himself, “No I have to, because god, maybe I could’ve saved you from that piece of shit and what he did. If I would’ve just spoken up and told you that I’m in love with you sooner, things could have been different.”

Maybe he was right, that if he would have said something after that date, things wouldn’t have gotten this far. But perhaps it was fated, the way that it hurt so much at the time and how he thought he would have to spend his whole life getting over you knowing it was going to be impossible.

Break up, break free, break through, break down.

“Things can be different now.” You murmured, jaw trembling at the notion you just let out.

He sat up calmly, beaming into your eyes. “It can?”

You nodded assuringly, taking his hand, intertwining it with yours and giving it three squeezes knowing this was going to be a long road, but you were willing to take it with him.

“You know my number by heart. You come and water my plants when I’m staying late at work, and if I’m lucky, which most times I am, you leave me dinner in the fridge.” You told him, watching as a small smile spread across his face.

Steve did things that friends didn’t always usually do. He was the one who came over and changed your locks for you to save you the stress of not knowing when your ex would show up eventually and let himself in. He was the one who spent hours watching videos on how to do it himself, going back and forth from the hardware store to get everything he needed. He didn’t even let you help, shooing you off to lie in bed and get the rest you had been missing, all the while he made sure you were going to be okay.

He knew it wasn’t going to stop him from eventually coming back, but it was enough to at least give you a warning, something that you deserved after all of it.

“You know when I’m lying and instead of trying to pry me out of it you get me to talk about how I’m feeling.”

Steve was never accusatory when it came to you. He never wanted to shine the light on something you were trying to keep hidden in order to stop him from worrying about you — he knew you had the best of intentions. But he knew he should’ve been the least of your worries. He would stare at the ceiling with you, not saying too much or reading too deep into things, as he just wanted to help you let it all out — melancholy and all.

You took a deep breath, bringing your joined hands into your lap, shaking it mildly, “Y-you care about me so much so that you pick up every call before the second ring, and you…” pausing, you smiled up at him in awe, giving into the feelings and setting yourself free.

“You love me so much that you almost thought you lost the love of your life.”

Sitting eyes wide opened, Steve only had one thing stuck in his mind — you were the love of his life, the bullet that you never were, the thing that he didn’t dodge and even if you were, he’d let you pierce through his heart knowing at least it was you that got him at the end.

“W-what?” He buzzed, swinging his head, hoping he wasn’t reading you wrong.

“I’m falling in love with you, Steve.” You professed, eyes filled with sincerity and longing.

You pursed your lips, shaking your head at yourself, going on with your words.

“I don’t know why I didn’t realize it sooner, but I feel like I’ve loved you my whole life, and when I met him… a piece of me died because I wasn’t with who I was supposed to be with. Like I wasted all my love on him when you were right in front of me all along.”

It made perfect sense that every time you tried to search for something in his eyes you only saw yourself, not just in the reflection sense, but deeper than that. Past the irises and clouds of hazel, you could tell he was always looking at you, even in a room of faces that in his eyes were blurred into nothing when you were before him.

And like you, when Steve looked in your eyes he saw himself. The way that you would always find him in a crowd before anyone else. He was the first sight you wanted in your views and the last, if anything were to happen to you. Every time you met his, it felt like coming home, a sort of familiarity that even your apartment couldn’t sum up.

Steve shook his head at you, bringing his free hand up to your cheek.

“You didn’t waste all of it… I know you’ve got some left in you.”

You laughed lightly, leaning into his touch as you hummed. “For you, I do.”

“You can love again, let me show you that you can,” He promised, his voice never breaking, a vow that he was ready to make and destined to keep.

Like clockwork, his hands squeezed your three times, and you nodded, knowing he was with you on that road and he wasn’t going to leave you stranded. You could trust him… you always could.

His forefingers held your chin, your eyes fluttering shut, feeling his breath fan against your face.

Oh no, I’m falling in love again.

Your faces slotted into each other, leaning in closer and closer until you felt his lips on yours. Plush skin, brushing against your lips, moving gently together and there you were afraid that it wasn’t going to last… that this was too good to be true.

Oh no, I’m falling in love again

You felt the rise of the elevator, the takeoff on the runaway, the anticipation that settled in before you let it take you wherever it wanted. His hands cupped your cheeks, yours wrapping around his neck, the two of you not daring to leave each other just yet.

Oh, I’m falling in love

Your hearts were beating out of your chest’s, the thumps resounding in the air through your eardrums, letting it be the only thing you could hear. There was no crashing, no turbulence coming through to you — no need to brace yourself for an impact that wasn’t coming.

“I love you,” you whispered breathlessly against him, foreheads pressed together as you both opened your eyes and stared into each other.

“I knew you could.” He beamed, pulling you back to him as you giggled into another kiss that would be many of a lifetime.

You thought the plane was going down, but somehow Steve turned it right around — this time the love would last… just like that.

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House of Memories (Spencer's Version)

Spencer Reid x Black! Fem! FBI! Reader

A look at your life with Spencer through the eyes of his team mates

Warnings: none really, just fluff, the team being observant, adult objects (condoms, alcohol, etc.,), not a warning but a note: reader isn't in the BAU but she works in the FBI, through Emily's POV

“I wasn’t expecting an invite from you, Reid. Thanks for having me over.” The front door to the apartment opened. Emily was holding a bottle of cheap wine that she grabbed from the liquor store down the street when she realized she forgot to bring a house gift. It was a close call too, she was literally driving past it when she realized and had to make a very hasty u-turn. 

“It’s no problem, thank you for coming! Derek, Garcia and Hotch are in the living room, Rossi’s in the bathroom and JJ’s coming late. Her loss though, I think she’d really enjoy Interstellar and if she comes late I know she’s going to complain. Come in, just take your shoes off if you don’t mind.” Emily nodded, after Spencer gave her a light side hug and accepted the bottle from her. 

He wore a white tee-shirt, pajama bottoms, and smelt fresh. His hair was damp as well, like he’d showered a few hours ago but his hair is so thick that it takes a minute for it to dry. She noticed his light shrug, as if it wasn’t his preference but he would take it anyways. 

Ghosting through the threshold, she bent down and slipped off her boots. She heard light chatter, music, smelt a vanilla and sea salt (it was a rough guess) candle burning, and heard the clatter of pots in the kitchen. 

She couldn’t help it, her analytical mind working before she could stop it. Sometimes she would find herself profiling strangers even when it was rude. And profiling your coworker who invited you into his home was very rude. 

Spencer’s shoes were thrown on the floor, one knocked on its side but still close together. As if it was an attempt on his end to be some sort of neat. Pairs of heels, pumps, boots were lined on the shoe rack but after doing a quick count, she noticed something. There were far more womens shoes than there were mens shoes. About six pairs of men's shoes to a 10 women’s shoe ratio.

Aaron, David, Derek make three, and the other three were clearly Spencer’s. Pen’s shoes obviously were one of those female shoes. The bright purple heels sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the browns, blacks, and deep reds of the female shoes. 

‘Enough Emily, stop being rude.’ 

“Your house is beautiful Spencer.” She couldn’t help but look around in slight awe. She wasn’t expecting Spencer’s house to be so…neat? No, that sounds mean. Neat in a way that didn’t seem like it was all Spencer. Sure Spencer’s little unique touches were sprinkled about the apartment and she was still standing at the doorway.

There were pictures of nature hanging on the wall, of a young black woman standing in front of a large pond far from the camera. She wore a pink baseball cap and had her hands flung out as if to emphasize how big the pond was. Who was that? A secret lover? She looked familiar, like a face Emily had seen in passing.

“Oh thanks. I just moved in a few months ago so not everything is fully set up.” Spencer called from the kitchen, and there were three clicks from the stove. Then he slid out, wiping his hands on a towel. As she walked through the house, she noticed more.

Potted plants with lush green leaves, knitted plant holders hanging from the ceiling, a red and dark blue patterned rug on the floor in the hall. From where she stood, she could see there was a small dining area. A nice wooden table, with papers and files scattered all over. 

She found her way to the living room and saw her coworkers engaged in whispers on the couch. More papers and files were on the small tables on either side of the couch, a contrast to the neatness of the rest of the house.

“Hey everybody, what’s up?” Emily asked. Heads snapped towards her, and she noticed Penelope’s eyes curved up in a mischievous grin. 

“Hi! Come sit, come sit.” Penelope motioned next to her, Derek and Rossi sliding over to make room for her. 

“Did you make it in okay?” Hotch asked and Emily nodded while she slipped onto the brown leather sofa. A dark purple hand knitted black was thrown over the back of it. Did Spencer take up knitting or was this just a nice purchase? 

Spencer plopped down into the brown leather armchair and rested his feet on the pouf in front of him. Emily noticed how spotless the glass coffee table in front of them was. 

The whole house was ridiculously clean. The wooden floors sparkled, the carpets meticulously vacuumed, the TV sparkled and the speakers next to the TV were flawlessly dusted. The large oak bookshelf that was up against the wall that was closest to the kitchen was also dusted and the books neatly organized. 

When would Spencer have time to clean his house so thoroughly? They were on a mission all of last week, got back two nights ago and have been at work since then. Sure, it’s Spencer he could just be very clean but the way things sparkled, it was clear they were cleaned merely a few hours ago. 

When they did go home it was late at night and they were back at work early the next day. Did he spend his whole Saturday afternoon scrubbing his floors, and preparing to cook for them? Spencer wasn’t the type to have a housekeeper, especially when he does his work all over and you can’t exactly leave FBI documents in the eye of the eye of a random house keeper.

“Sorry about the paperwork, I still have to set up my study. I have to put up my desk and everything.” Everyone voiced a consolation, some variation of ‘I don’t mind’ or ‘you should see my place’.

“Not the handyman?” Derek teased, wiggling his eyebrows. Spencer chuckled and shook his head. Spencer’s been smiling a lot more lately.

“I like keeping myself out of the hospital. Did you know every 45 minutes a piece of furniture falls on someone, and 25,000 people a year are treated at the hospital for a furniture related incident?” Spencer rattled off, emphasizing the numbers with his fingers.

Before anyone else could say anything, the doorbell rang. Spencer glanced back at the door, before he sprung to his feet with enthusiasm like he was expecting  Emily and Penelope exchanged looks, giggling while Rossi lightly rolled his eyes.

“Of course he knows that. Also, did any of you know that Spencer moved to a new place?” Derek asked.

“Well I knew. I know where all of you live. But it was very considerate of him to invite us over.” Hotch nodded, taking a sip of a bottle of water. Not Spencer’s usual brand but she did notice a switch some time ago. From Purelife to Poland Spring.

“Did you see the coat? Hanging by the door rack?” Penelope whispered, motioning for everyone to come in closer. There was a devilish twinkle in her eyes, her brain working overtime.

“What, you think he has some… extra company? A secret lover?” Rossi chuckled. Of course she noticed, but she just thought it was Penelope’s. 

“Maybe! Do you think?” Penelope asked excitedly, her hands flapping around with enthusiasm. Oh Penelope, ever the romantic. Derek giggled next to Penelope. He was lightly smacked by Penelope as a rebuttal and he giggled as if the slaps tickled him and they heard Spencer’s reapproaching foot steps along with an extra pair of heels. 

They all turned, eager to see who it was. Would it be the woman in the photo? His mom? Someone else?

“JJ!” Emily exclaimed when the final member of their team came in. She twisted around in her seat, happy to see her friend. JJ wasn’t able to make it on their last assignment so it had been a minute since they’d seen her. For people who practically live together, spending almost every moment together while at work was normal. They’d all fallen into a natural balance of being around each other. Of course they’d missed JJ while she was out sick.

“Hi!” She held her arms open for hugs, while the entire team voiced their hellos.

“Sorry I’m late, the grocery store was ridiculous. You wouldn’t believe what I saw, some lady's ex boyfriend came there and she called the cops on him like right there in the store. Apparently, he gave her something on purpose. She got on the speaker and called him ‘Dirty Dick David’. And then they fired her for playing with the mic that way!” She told her story while passing out hugs and then plopped down in the opposite arm chair across from the one Spencer was sitting in before.

“What?” Spencer laughed while he sat back down. 

“Right there it happened.” The whole team was laughing and Emily remembered that this was why she got along with her team so well. The easy laughter was so simple and refreshing.

“Woah, right there is insane! I guess she was sick of him.” Emily leaned slightly into Penny, allowing herself more comfort

“Imagine being at work and your ex who purposely infected you with something shows up to both you? I’d be pissed too.” Derek chuckled.

“I’ve been through three wives and never got a reaction like that, Dirty Dick David certainly had it coming.” Rossi added before they all laughed even harder.

Then there was a loud ringing noise. Spencer’s phone was going off and he patted himself down, lifting himself up checking to see if he was sitting on it. Then he got up, his face making a tiny expression like he could finally recall.

“I’ll be right back guys.” He ran into the kitchen and Penelope pulled everyone into a huddle.

“Okay, here’s what you missed JJ, you ready?”

“I’m ready?” She asked with an arch eyebrow and a nervous smile.

“There’s a bunch of lady stuff around here, like a coat and I don’t know if you saw the shoes but there are a lot of lady shoes. Rossi was in the bathroom and saw a bunch of lady stuff too, like a special face cleanser but he didn’t wanna snoop. I think he should’ve gone for it but whatever. Also I don’t know if you know but I know that Spencer doesn’t cook. 

His house is also really clean like really really clean like it was just clean but when would he have gotten the time to clean it? I mean we got off work like three hours ago. Running theories? Spencer has a housekeeper, a secret girlfriend, or his moms visiting. Got it? Okay, got it.” 

JJ blinked after Garcia’s rapid rundown, Derek nodding like he was able to keep up with that and Hotch all around looked displeased.

“We are guests in Spencer’s home, don’t go looking through his stuff. Maybe Spencer likes that stuff, that’s not any of our concern.” He frowned with a crease in his eyebrows. 

“Yeah Garcia, besides if Spence did get a girlfriend then I think that’s great for him.” JJ chuckled and Derek rubbed her shoulder comfortingly.

“I’m back! I picked up the shrimp and some wine. I also got some beers if you want any. The coolers are for me, you can have one but don’t take any of the pink ones. I like those ones.”  A familiar voice sounded through the house.

The sound of socks hitting the floor padded through the house and a young woman walked in. The woman from the photo more specifically. Her hair was in long braids that curled around her waist. She was gorgeous, a red scarf was wrapped around her neck to protect her from the chilly winter air. More specifically she was familiar. 

More specifically she was from a different team. More specifically a member of the HRT. The Hostage Rescue Unit. They’ve seen Spencer speaking with her a lot. They’ve teased him for their closeness multiple times, and knew they were a bit closer. But Emily didn’t know they were such close friends. For her to just walk into his home this way.

No offense to Spencer but when Emily said she was hot, she meant she was hot. Like she just stepped out of a magazine. And she never thought Spencer would have it in him to pull. Spencer was certainly nothing to sneeze at but my god was this woman attractive.

She was making her way through the house, to the kitchen lightly waddling. She held a bag of groceries and as if she could feel all the eyes on her she turned. 

“Oh hi! I’m sorry, I ran out to the grocery store. I didn’t realize we ran out of shrimp but the food will be done soon.” She beamed at them and put one of her hands on her hips. And Emily did as profilers do. She profiled even if she didn’t truly mean too. She was wearing pajama pants, and a puffy coat that was zipped open to reveal a white tank top. Above all she radiated joy, confidence and comfort.

“It’s nice to see you again.” Hotch cleared his throat, and she nodded at the members of the BAU.

“You got the shrimp?” Spencer called, coming out of the kitchen, slipping his phone into the pocket of his pants. He came up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. She instinctively angled her head to his and pushed herself up onto her tippy toes to plant a kiss on his lips.

Penelope was on the verge of exploding, her mouth open in a wide grin. She let out an excited squeal. The two agents jumped upon hearing the high pitched noise and everyone on the couch turned to face her.

“What?! Oh my god, when were you gonna tell us?!” Penelope asked, bounding up from the couch. Spencer looked confused above all as Penelope raced towards him and his apparent girlfriend.

“I didn’t think I had to, we weren’t exactly shy about it.” Spencer laughed as he looked at Penelope basically bouncing up and down in front of him. She giggled and Penelope paused.

“Dude we thought you were just friends?” Derek questioned from the couch. Spencer shook his head, looking more and more shocked by the second.

“So how long has this been going on?” Emily asked with a laugh. She had to laugh! How could she not be happy for Spencer? He looked so happy, he literally hadn’t stopped smiling since she came into the door and they kissed.

“Like a year? I mean, I know we jumped the gun with moving, but my lease was up and I decided that this would work and I couldn’t find anywhere close enough to work. We decided to go for it.” Spencer added, scratching the back of his neck.

“You guys really had no idea? I mean I tell you guys that we go out every weekend, I have a picture of her on my desk. We literally come to work together everyday.” Spencer exclaimed, motioning around with his hands.

“I don't see you that often at work, they probably don’t really notice those things.” She rationalized to him and rubbed a hand over his chest. He never moved his hand from around her waist. 

It all made sense. The candles littered around the house, the small basket of yarn and needles on the floor next to one of the arm chairs. The food even smelt too seasoned to be like anything Spencer could cook, the photos that Emily was just now realizing were taken of Spencer. The romance novel that Emily saw sitting on the glass coffee table. How spotless the entire house was. The shoes, the coat, Emily was just mad at herself for not recognizing the photo.

“Well. Way to go Reid, I didn’t know you had it in you.” She smirked at Derek’s remark and stood on her toes again. She whispered something in Spencer’s ear and he cackled with his mouth open in shock. 

He was turning a bashful shade of red and his voice squeaked as he sent her away. 

“I’ll be finished with your food soon, you guys.” Trailing into the kitchen, Spencer glanced over as if to check if she needed anything.

“Oh gosh, you didn’t have to cook for us! Thank you so much!” Emily exclaimed, realizing that she was just sitting there like a fish with her mouth wide open. 

“Let her cook, why not enjoy dinner and a movie?” Rossi joked. It seemed like the shock had dissipated and JJ giggled, her blonde hair shining like the Sun and Emily noted how her entire face lit up like a star.

“Honey, can you come help me with these groceries?” Spencer nodded, following her into the kitchen. They watched, waiting to watch them fully go into the kitchen. Then like little girls at a sleepover, they leaned back into their huddle. 

“Wow!”

“Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves.” Hotch tried to keep the peace before his team of impatient agents ran rampant. Emily herself felt like she needed answers and she needed them now. 

“Did you see the way he looked at her? They’re so cute, I had a feeling when he came to work that one time smelling like perfume and wearing the same clothes but they were like all up on each other.” Penelope whispered excitedly. 

“I always knew opposites attract. You know they make a handsome couple too.” The excitement died down for a second and everyone had to look at Rossi. Who even used that phrasing anymore?

“You’re so old, Rossi.” JJ giggled and Hotch shook his head. Rossi smiled playfully, the way he always did when they made fun of him for being ancient.

“What do they even talk about? I mean sure they have stuff in common but for a whole year? I wasn’t expecting that!” Emily exclaimed.

“Reid’s never short on things to talk about.” Derek teased and Penelope swatted him again.

“I mean I noticed he’d been a bit happier but I wasn’t expecting this! I guess you just never know.” JJ added in, glancing over to the kitchen to make sure the two weren’t standing right there. 

“We can find out what they talk about.” No one wanted to admit it but they wanted to snoop so bad. So bad that when Penelope suggested it the best thing to do was to stop talking and be extra quiet so they could hear. Even Hotch, slowly reclined.

Over the clatter of pans, the soft clinking of bottles and things being put away, and dishes being taken out they heard her voice. 

“Emily brought us some wine. Pink.” Spencer’s voice broke through and Emily tensed up. Oh god, what if they hated the wine? 

“Oh my favorite. I’ve always liked that Emily. If it wasn’t for you, I’d go for her.” She laughed and plopped something into what sounded like a liquid. 

Derek made some funny eyebrows at Emily and Emily felt her cheeks heat up. JJ and Penelope both grabbed each other to stifle a laugh. As bad as it was to listen to your teammate and his girlfriend's conversation, they couldn’t stop.

“Aw babe don’t pout.” Then a kissing noise.

“There’s that smile. Also I picked up some condoms, we were down to six and you know we go through those like crazy. Speaking of which, I was thinking, do we really need those? I mean I’m on the pill and at the rate we go we’d save more money just not having sex. To be honest we spend a bit too much money on that stuff anyways and I don’t want to replace another bed frame. I like this one and we literally just got it. That or we just need to stop having sex so often. The call is totally yours but that bitch who works at the front cashier keeps looking at me funny everytime she sees me walk up.” It took a moment for everyone to process what she was talking about. It really took a moment. An identical frown spread over both Rossi and Hotch, and Derek had to put his fist in his mouth to avoid cackling. 

Oh god, this was an awful idea. Now there was just awkward silence. None of them could say anything even if they wanted to.

“So my options are death, death or going raw?” Spencer whined immediately.  Emily focused her eyes on something else instantly, the patterned carpet on the floor, the TV that was showing different scenery as it was in rest mode.

“Oh my god, you are so dramatic! You’re not going to die if we don’t have sexy every day.” The sound of a spoon clattering down and then she broke out into a fit of giggles.

“But how do you know!” He whined again.

“Like I said, it's your choice. It doesn’t really matter to me, I’m just sick of always having to go to the store. And you’re squeezing my ribs.”

“I like your idea. Besides, we have abortion money.” She gasped softly and then broke into light laughter. JJ’s jaw dropped open and Derek snorted before he covered his nose. Of everything that was expected it wasn’t that.

“That’s awful, baby.” She scolded and Emily got a mental image of the two. Was she standing in front of the stove, the smell of food wafting through the house, Spencer standing behind her with arms wrapped firmly around her? If Emily wasn’t so uncomfortable right now her mouth would be watering. It would also warm her heart to hear how happy her friend was.

“I’m sorry.” He joined in on the laughter.

“Oh my god we’re being awful host! Plate up the soup and I’ll pour the wine.”

Once the two came back out, it was hard to even look at Spencer knowing that he had apparently helped break a bed frame. Even if he was holding trays of the most mouth watering gumbo.

“Who wants to watch Interstellar?”

#black reader #x reader #x black reader #fem reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x black reader #criminal minds #bau team

[nixoon-again]

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, the full moon taking its place in the new night sky as stars twinkled like a blanket of diamonds overhead. The campfire crackles and pops, its flames enough to both cook dinner to fill their bellies before they call it a night and to keep them warm in the slightly chilly air. The calm of the night is accompanied by crickets singing their song in the distance, hiding somewhere among the greens of the forest.

Sonic takes in a deep breath, the scent of the forest's damp moss and decaying leaves bring a sense of tranquillity to him that no city can. He looks into the pot he has skillfully placed over the campfire in a makeshift holder and takes a wooden spoon to stir the chilli cooking inside, its delectable aroma filling the air as it tickles his nostrils and makes his mouth water.

Little feet patter towards him. Sonic doesn't need to look back to know who it is.

A small hand reaches out and gently touches his shoulder.

“Hm?” Is the only acknowledgement Sonic gives to the little fox cub standing behind him, his eyes still on the pot to make sure he gets the chilli perfectly cooked.

“Sonic…?” Tails calls, there's a strange hint of nervousness in his voice that, Sonic thinks, doesn't really go with the peaceful nature of the night. 

Sensing something wrong, the hedgehog looks over his shoulder. Green meets blue but blue doesn't return the gesture. 

Tails is picking the fur on the tip of his namesakes again. He does this a lot, Sonic has learnt. He's no expert himself but the four year old before him has some habits that he thinks no four year olds are supposed to have. Sonic isn't going to dive deep into that yet, some other day maybe but for now he just softly taps the kit's forehead with his knuckles to bring him back to reality.

Tails looks at him. There are tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

He looks scared.

Sonic immediately gets off the log he's been sitting on, the wooden spoon abandoned in the grass as his quills bristle. He grabs Tails by his upper arm and looks over him, wondering if he's hurt.

Tails is quick to shake his head and tell him he's fine. Sonic looks at him dumbfoundedly, his eyes alone asking, “What is it then?”

Tails kicks a stray pebble, scuffs his shoe on the ground.

Sonic has to tap his forehead again to get an answer out of him.

“It's just that… Um, I was wondering, when you…”

Sonic isn't known for his patience, Tails knows that. So before Sonic taps his forehead again, Tails words his worries.

“When will you throw me out?”

The words don't hit him as much as the sincerely behind them does.

Sonic doesn't know what form of shock appears on his face but whatever it is, it makes Tails fumble over his words as he anxiously flaps his hands and tries to explain what he just said, “I-I mean, it's been three months now and you— you've been very nice a-and, I'm— I'm, I've been eating your food and using your supplies a-and no one has kept me for long without—”

Sonic doesn't like the way fat tears roll down his muzzle, he doesn't like the way Tails cuts himself off mid sentence as if he's scared to say more, he doesn't like the way Tails thinks he needs to be abandoned for some reason. Sonic likes Tails; the little guy is smart and keeps up with him without asking him to slow down. Despite not having had a home and being bullied by other kids, he's still more well-mannered than Sonic is. Not to mention, Sonic likes Tails just for the sake of it. No one wants this kit. Sonic does. 

So naturally, Sonic gently wipes away Tails’ tears. He points towards his own chest and then pokes Tails’ with his index finger before signing, “Together.”

Me and you; together.

Then Sonic holds his index finger up with his gloves palm back and draws a few large circles to sign with a promise, “Always.”

They will always be together and Sonic will never leave the little cub before him alone.

Tails will never have to feel alone again. Not when Sonic is here

_____

Sonic is tired.

It's been a long day.

He heaves a sigh when he takes a step closer to Tails’ Mystic Ruins workshop. The lights are on, he's glad to know Tails is here. He found him purely by chance today, he didn't have to run into multiple labs scattered around the world to find him which is good because he's already late. The night has fallen. The moon isn't visible under all the clouds, Sonic can't see a single star.

He thought he'd visit his own.

He ignores the way his hand shakes when he reaches out for the doorknob. It's rather cold tonight. It won't be long before it starts snowing. 

Tails likes playing in the snow.

Maybe they'll make a snowman.

He opens the door and steps inside. His vision gets a little awry for a second as the interior of the live-in workshop spins but that's okay, Sonic closes his eyes and gives himself a minute. It's okay. He's okay. 

He just wants to see Tails.

He steps inside, a little dizzy. He looks around the place in search of familiar golden fur. He doesn't find it right away so he walks in further. Briefly, he wonders if Tails is working late again and if he will have to drag him to his bed and tuck him in again. 

He's not against the idea.

It might be a bit selfish, but for time's sake, he'd like that.

Tails has grown up on him so fast.

He remembers when the little four year old first asked to be tucked in. He was so shy, so unsure, so terrified of asking to be loved.

Sonic loves Tails.

That's his little brother. He raised Tails. He took him in when no one else would — and quite frankly, whoever refused to give the kit a home missed out because Tails is amazing. He's everything and more. His little star, his sunshine. He loves him more than anything in this world.

He frowns.

Sonic doesn't remember the last time he told Tails that.

He doesn't remember the last, “I love you.”

He knows he doesn't say it often. He never felt like it was something that needed to be worded. Not saying it didn't mean Sonic didn't feel it. That's just been the way they go about their lives. There are many unworded things between them, not any less stronger than the ones that have been voiced.

Yet, Sonic feels a strange pang of guilt.

What if Tails doesn't know?

His little brother's self-esteem is always lingering in the negatives. What if he thinks Sonic doesn't love him because Sonic says it like once every two years during his most vulnerable moments? Sonic doesn't like that, Sonic doesn't want Tails to feel unloved because that's just simply not true.

He should've said it more often.

“Sonic?”

The hedgehog smiles at the voice. Tails has found him.

Emerald eyes slowly shift towards him. The fox is wearing a knitted baby blue cardigan, standing on the staircase. His eyes are on Sonic's left hand that rests just above the hedgehog's hip, stained red.

It's really cold, huh?

“H-Hey, bud…” He greets weakly, his smile ever-present.

Tails looks horrified, he gasps, “Sonic.”

Sonic doesn't reply. Not right away. Not when his voice fails him. He didn't come here to worry his little brother, no. He just came here to see him.

He reaches out his free hand towards Tails, takes a step forward but he ends up unable to maintain his balance. 

He sways.

Tails catches him before he falls.

“Sonic!”

The fox bands his arms around the teen’s torso to support him, his breath hitches as he struggles to grasp what he's seeing. A million questions running through his head. How did this happen? Who was Sonic fighting? Why didn't he call him? Why didn't Tails go with him? Why didn't Tails know? Why didn't the hedgehog's communicator record his vitals and ping Tails? Where is Sonic's communicator? What's he doing here? How much blood has he lost? What should Tails do—

Tails feels Sonic's hand cradle the back of his head, the hedgehog removes his bloody hand from his wound to loop it around Tails’ back and pull him in a hug, staining the cardigan before he rests his face on top of Tails’ head, nuzzling in his soft fur.

Tails is so much warmer.

“S-Sonic,” Tails feels the panic slowly bubbling up in his chest, “Sonic, what happened—”

“Shh…” Sonic hushes, “Don't worry about me.”

“Shut up.” Tails lets out a humourless chuckle, “If you don't want me to worry then don't walk in bleeding out like that.”

“Sorry, lil bro.” Sonic mumbles. Then quieter, “Couldn't really control it this time.”

“Sit down, let me check the wou—”

“No…” Sonic slurs. Tails feels his blood run cold when the hedgehog tightens his grip on him, and doesn't let him go, “No. Just… Just let me…”

He didn't come here to be treated. He didn't come all the way here to worry Tails. He knows coming here light-headed from blood loss is going to worry Tails whether or not he wanted to, if he didn't want to worry his little brother then he shouldn't have come.

But he can't help it.

He doesn't want to leave without seeing him one last time.

“Sonic?” Tails calls but the hedgehog remains quiet, still in his hold. So Tails calls again, “Sonic?” 

And he doesn't know why his voice sounds smaller, why he sounds scared. Is he terrified? What of? They get hurt all the time. It comes with their line of work. Sonic has been hurt before, so has Tails and they both recovered. Now isn't any different, is it?

It shouldn't be.

Sonic promised.

Always; he said always. He promised. They're supposed to be together forever. 

Sonic is supposed to be fine, then why is he scared?

The hand on the back of his head slowly slides down, the weight of Sonic's body increases on him.

They tumble to the floor but Sonic wraps his arms around him tightly as soon as they do, not wanting to let go any time soon.

Sonic pulls Tails closer. The kit's chest undoubtedly tainted red by now. Sonic's still glad, at least it's his own blood in the fox and not Tails’. He buries Tails’ face in his chest, he gently pets him and lays a soft kiss on the top of his head. Tails wraps his namesakes around him in return, hugging Sonic like his life depends on it. The younger doesn't like the implications of it all as Sonic starts brushing his fingers through the fur on Tails’ back but Sonic doesn't seem to care.

He's content.

But with only one regret.

“Tails…?”

“Yes, Sonic?”

Sonic wants to say he loves him, more than he can ever imagine. Sonic wants to make up for every time he didn't say it, he wants Tails to know.

His words fail him and he ends up with, “I'm sorry… I promised to go on that trip to Chun-nan with you. I don't think I can anymore.”

“That's okay… We'll go when you're better, won't we? It can wait.”

Sonic just hugs him tighter, “I-I don't think I can, bud.”

His voice cracks and Tails tries to escape his hold to most likely give him a very painful dumbfounded look. 

Tries, because Sonic doesn't let him.

“Why?” Tails asks. The teen feels his tears on his chest, “Why?”

Sonic smiles even though Tails can't see it.

“Hey, now… Don't be sad, okay?”

“No.” Tails shakes his head, “No, stop talking like that you… You promised. You promised.”

He knows that. He has promised Tails so many things. He's afraid he could only fulfil a few.

At least there's one thing he can do before going.

He doesn't say it often so naturally, it takes him longer to find the words, “You know I love you, right?”

“Sonic, please—”

“It's okay. It's gonna be okay.” He hushes him, scratches the back of his ear to calm him down. 

They sit like that for a while. It can't be more than a few minutes but its feels like year pass until Sonic's starts feeling more and more sluggish, until he can't get his fingers to move enough to pet Tails, to brush his soft fur. His hold on his little brother gradually gets weaker. 

With the last of his strength, Sonic separate himself from Tails.

The kit looks up at him, ocean eyes filled with tears.

Sonic looks into those eyes for a minute before pressing his forehead onto Tails’.

And at last, he says,

“I love you.”

(Tails doesn't move, he doesn't know how long he holds onto his brother till Amy visits — and when she does, he finds himself unable to cry anymore.)

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #drabble #happy sunday to marie specially <3 #sorry the writing is wonky though. i am. tired

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Im so happy your write for Hesh!!! Could I request Hesh and reader who was training to be a ballerina before ODIN and became a nurse because she wanting to help others? I love writing so much!!!!

Dancing With Scalpels

PAIRING: David 'Hesh' Walker x F!Reader

SYNOPSIS: It's strange, maybe you'll have to thank Hesh's dog for breaking his ankle - otherwise, you'd have never met him.

WORDCOUNT: 2.2k

WARNINGS: Broken bone, mentions of death, but mostly fluff

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

You hum as you organize your desk, taking up papers in your hands and sliding them under the metal holder of your clipboard with a clack of material. The medical ward was slow today, and while that was a good thing, it left you with little to do besides paperwork and re-cleaning your space. 

Glancing over your own handwriting as you carefully place the clipboard back down on your desk, you sigh and stretch your arms above your head. You listen to your bones crack before dropping them, eyes sliding around until they finally land on the picture, which sits on the tabletop like a silent reminder. 

It’s been about five years since ODIN struck, since the world shifted and broke, but you still find it in yourself to look back on the past with fondness. The images of your troupe, all dressed up in flowy finery and posing in your pointe shoes, were a deep comfort to you. 

Most of them were dead you knew, yet in that image, they still lived and breathed—had the sway of their feet and the grace of their arms to display to an awaiting crowd. Their smiles had never faded. As you stare at that picture, bodies trapped in time, you hear the stomp of booted feet coming in from your open door; ears perking and attention zapped away. 

The soft smile on your lips disappears, a sheen of professionalism coming back like a curtain over a stage. You blink and latch onto the shadow of a man who limps slowly into the view of the opening. He’s about to pass by, a large grimace on his stubbled face, before you call to him.

“Sir?” Your feet take you out from the desk, quickly skirting around the chair before you’re about three feet from the tall individual. “Are you alright?”

The man is in his late twenties, burly and strong with wide shoulders and the tapered waist of an athletic build. He’s wearing recon gear atop a gray jacket, staps and guards interlocked like the fingers of lovers while he struggles to properly place his left foot on the floor. 

Wisps of brown hair stick out from under a black beanie. It looks like he’d stopped at the armory first, coming here after dropping off his weapons. 

The stranger’s green eyes blink at you, the tightness of hidden pain stuck in the lines near his pulled lips. His strong jaw works, pulling a nonchalant smile that looks more like a poorly done wince. 

“Hey,” he clears his throat and has his hands clenched at his side. “Sorry about barging in, there any nurses available right now?” 

“You’re looking at one,” you tilt your head to motion inside of your room, hand coming up to rest on the wooden frame of the door. “Do you need help walking?” 

“Nah,” a wiry chuckle, gloved hand waving in dismissal. “I got here alright, I think a few more steps won't—” 

His limp foot catches on his good one as he turns, and with a panicked widening of his gaze, the brunette stumbles as a sharp noise of alarm echoes. Your eyes widen. Before he can slam his face into the ground and create more problems, you dash forward and loop your arms around his waist, his gear digging into your scrubs. You grunt and take the full weight of him for a moment before the injured man snaps out a hand to the doorframe and quickly struggles back to his feet. 

You stare and watch his cheeks go red, his eyes darting away with an embarrassed chuckle. 

“Ah…sorry about that, Sweetheart.” You huff and cross your arms. 

“Quite the show for ‘I think I’ll be just fine.’” A flash of a smirk goes across his square jaw.

“Well, maybe your beauty just made me lightheaded.” At your unimpressed stare, he shakes his head and questions, “That bad?”

“Very,” you joke, smiling and rolling your eyes. “C’mon, let’s get you looked at before you end up breaking your nose, Soldier.” 

“Sounds like a plan, Ma’am.” You hook an arm around his waist and let him lean on you, his limb resting along the span of your shoulders and his injured leg weakly trying to help you along. Halfway to the examination table, he grunts out, “Name’s Hesh by the way—don’t think we’ve met before.”

You smile and say your name. “Transferred in from Dallas two weeks ago. Was told you needed more nurses here after a Federation attack near the Wall.”

“Then you were told correct, thanks for stepping up.” He’s set down with a huff and a grimace, his eyes swimming with annoyance at his leg. “Damn thing.” 

You turn and wash your hands in the sink, slipping on sterile gloves as Hesh undoes his laces. 

“Sorry for droppin’ in like this, I tried to play it off but I think it’s broken.” You look over your shoulder and tense—the pale skin of his ankle was a deep black and blue, and the foot was somewhat twisted to the side. 

“Well, shit,” you curse and Hesh blinks up at you sheepishly, sending a stiff smile. “It’s good you came by when you did. What happened?”

The man’s hand goes to run over the back of his neck. He seems highly embarrassed about something.

“Ah, well,” he plays off a small twitch of his lips, “Riley, my K-9, he, uh…he managed to dart after a hostile before I could see him. Shoved me right to my ass and down a ravine in the process, actually.” 

You have to put your wrist to your mouth to stifle a giggle, kneeling down to gently grab onto the affected limb. 

Hesh takes in a tiny breath as you gently move the appendage, grumbling through a strained smile. “That funny, Doll?”

“Well,” you easily detail, “all I’ll say is that I’m sure it was something to see firsthand.”

“Tell that to Logan, my brother wouldn’t shut his mouth about it all while draggin’ me back. You try listenin’ to him while you’re half passed out—that was even worse than the pain.” You hum, chuckling.

This Hesh character was quite the casual talker, conversation with him came easily. You touch the skin of his ankle and quietly apologize when he hisses, noticing the swelling of flesh and sighing. Moving it from side to side and asking him if he’d broken his ankle before.

He answered in an affirmative—playing football in high school.

“Sorry to say this, but you’re right, Hesh, definitely broken. I don’t need to see an X-ray to know that.” He groans lowly. “Let’s get this all sorted and get you out of here, hm?” 

There’s a long sigh. 

“...Yes, Ma’am.”

Over the course of hours, you take various X-rays and scans, looking for the point of most contention and finding it in the form of a break in the lower tibia; it was clean, luckily for him. No bone shards or anything of that sort.

“I’m beggin’ to know if I need surgery, Sweetheart.” Green eyes lock with yours as you push him back into your office, the wheelchair squeaking under him. You smile gently at a few other nurses who pass—they nod back with a teasing smile at the man below you. “I’m on the edge of my seat, here.”

“I’m not the doctor, Hesh,” you chuckle, tilting your head. “I legally can’t tell you that.”

“Legally?” His brow raises. “C’mon, the world fell apart—there’s no Risk Management anymore.”

“Are you sure Riley didn’t intentionally push you over the edge of that ravine?” Your eyes narrow, a joke in your eye. 

A slow smile grows on Hesh’s lips. “That hurt, Ma’am.” 

You scoff and shake your head, wheeling him into the previous room and leaving him to go to the paperwork on your desk. Grabbing it, you open your top drawer and deposit it away for another time. Gliding up beside you, Hesh sighs and glances around as you tidy up. 

His eyes find the framed picture on your desk. 

“Whoa,” the brunette utters, locking onto your form in the middle of the group. You blink and look to the side, noticing his staring. Face going hot, you raise a brow in question. “That you?” 

Hesh wheels slightly closer, leaning forward but respectfully not touching any of your things. You restrain a wide smile at his intrigue. 

“Why else would I have a framed picture of ballerinas on my desk, Hesh? Of course, it’s me.” You pick up the frame and tilt it his way, resting your hip on the side of your desk as he takes it gently, delicate with your belongings. “Two years before ODIN—we were in Europe for a competition.” 

“Shit,” he mutters, sliding you an awed glance. “You must be really good.”

“Was,” you laugh, shrugging. Hesh confusingly looks up while you explain the best you can. “It’s been so long, plus I gave it up when everything went down; went to get my qualifications to be a nurse and help out.” Hesh looks a bit sad at that, sneaking a glance back down at your bright smile in the picture. 

“Looked like you loved it,” he commented, handing the frame back after a moment of thought. “I’m sorry.” 

You’re slightly taken aback by the apology, oddly touched by his sudden seriousness about this. After a slow inhale, you hum. “It’s alright, Hesh. That’s just life—it’ll take us places even if we want to go or not. We just have to make the best of it.” 

“You’re happy, though, Sweetheart,” he asks, eyes not faltering, “right?” 

It’s not a feeling of uncertainty that makes you hesitate, it’s the way he asks you so genuinely; honest with his intentions. Rarely have you had people—soldier or civilian—come in here and speak to you like this. You stare with slightly-parted lips.

A bashful smile blooms on your lips. 

“When I’m helping patients like you, Hesh, yes. Yes, I’m happy.” The man stares a moment longer before he clears his throat and glances down, contact broken; a crimson sheen infects his face. 

“Good. That’s good.” Even if he’s not looking at you, a grin still twitches his lips; making your face go heated and warm with something else entirely. Hands stuttering over your frame, you put it down where it was and lick your lips, smiling at the tabletop. 

When the doctor comes in, you let Hesh speak and pipe in with anything you needed to include, the air suddenly tinged with something between you and the soldier that you can’t put words to. It’s so potent even the doctor sends you a raised brow on the walk out. You avert your eyes and itch at your cheek. 

“Least I’ll be able to get back out in the field quicker,” Hesh sighs, taking off his beanie for a moment before itching at the top of his head. “If I’d of had to go under, Logan would never let me hear the end of it.”

“You and your brother sound like you’re constantly nagging at each other,” you huff. 

“Shit, what else are we good for?” The both of you share a laugh, eyes crinkling. There’s a moment of intimate silence before Hesh splays his hands and speaks.

“I’m gettin’ a splint, then?” You internally curse yourself as Hesh’s lids narrow on you, head tilting with a deep smirk. The trance is broken.

“Until the swelling goes down,” your head nods, fingers motioning to his ankle. “Then a cast for twelve to sixteen weeks.” 

“Hm,” Hesh looks away and thins his lips, seriousness slipping back into his expression. 

Staring, you ask carefully, concerned, “Hesh?”

“No,” he shakes his head, the smirk coming back as if it never left, “No, it’s just that’s a long time to not be able to take you out, is all.”

Your face blanks, heart all but stopping in your chest. The man watches you closely, slowly slipping his beanie back on his head with an innocent smile.

“Too forward?”

“N-no,” you stutter, face heating to an alarming degree. “No, I think that one was just right.” 

Shaking your head quickly you brush down your top and listen to Hesh’s bright chuckles as you gather your bearings. It’s after you sigh and look back into those greens that you laugh and utter, “I think I’d be willing to wait.”

“Oh, yeah?” Your face can’t stop smiling at the teasing tilt to his words. “Now, I’d hate to make you sit around that long, Sweetheart.” “Hesh, I’m agreeing to go out on a date with you, take it or leave it,” you huff in exasperation, staring at him with a loose expression. 

His eyes lighten, the stain of happiness leaking through.

“You proud of yourself?” 

Hesh looks smug, but promptly states, “Didn’t think I’d get this far, if I’m bein’ honest.”

You press a hand to your mouth to stifle your loud laugh.

As promised, fifteen months later, there’s a knock on your office door—you stand and think nothing, opening the barrier only to find a large bouquet of flowers and the man holding them up to you. 

Your face softens and Hesh returns a warm hum of greeting. 

“Hope you’ll forgive me for bein’ late, Doll,” his eyes crinkle. “Was learnin’ how to dance. C’mon, I got some moves to show off—we’ll get you back in those pointe shoes in no time.”

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Nectar

Dom!Lucifer, AFAB!gender neutral, racially ambiguous, fingering, gloves, dirty talk, love his grey hairs, loving!Lucifer, 18+ only, SMUT, pussy job, sensitive!reader, slight overstim, angst then fluffy smut

Despite his rough edges that grazed over you like gravel over your soft skin, he had a softness to him that lay below the asphalt he had cooled around him. Lucifer's need for perfection made him a difficult demon to befriend and your sensitive nature only pushed you further way from him.

It actually pained Lucifer to see you so friendly with everyone but him. Even Satan had managed to woo your friendly affections despite his bursts of anger. Although, Lucifer would rather spit on Diavolo's shoes than admit it, he couldn't suppress the warm sensation that ran through his chest whenever he saw you. Maybe it was your innocence that the eldest had found so attractive. How gentle and trusting you were with his brothers made his heart swell. Lucifer, however, couldn't stop himself from getting frustrated over your sensitive nature. How easily you cried made him want to rip his hair out but also coddle you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. It was difficult for Lucifer to try to speak with you without you expecting the worse to come from his mouth. I mean, he had threatened you multiple times and nagged on you about your school work. Still, Belphegor had murdered you and yet you eventually came around to him.

Though, Lucifer could see the way you stiffen and jump in the presence of the youngest brother on occasions. It was like living with a small animal, Lucifer thought. Some sort of chinchilla or rabbit that had yet to get used to its much larger owner's presence. Lucifer doubted you'd bite him out of fear, but rather you seemed to be uncomfortable and anxious around him.

It drove Lucifer mad seeing you so soft and pliant while you laid on the couch with Asmodous but never seemed able to make eye contact with him. His frightened pet too upset to even look at him. Truly, the thought of meeting your eyes filled with warmth and love made Lucifer's spine tingle like a schoolboy with his first crush.

You were so close here in the House of Lamentation but still so far. Your soft form was out of reach from Lucifer's grasp. Cool leather gloves that wish to reach around your soft hips and squeeze the fat there as his cock rubs so gently over your-

What was he thinking about again?

Lucifer ran his hands over his face as he gazed back down at the paperwork on his desk; bills, assignments, and details of Diavolo's next banquet. His glasses laid next to his pen as it sticks out of its wooden holder. It would probably be better for his eyes to put them on but he still wouldn't be able to concentrate with images of you squirming through his mind like a snake wrapping its lustful tail around every firing neuron in his brain.

Although it was so late into the night, he heard the patting of your slippers against the cool tile floor of the house. What Lucifer didn't expect next was for his study door to be pushed open and your sweet face to poke through the crack in the doorway. Your eyes were wide and your lips hung slightly open when your eyes made contact with his red ones.

"MC," Lucifer said sitting up straighter to give the illusion that he was more awake and aware than he actually was. "What are you doing up so late?" you asked with your voice barely above a whisper. The tenderness of your tone echoed through Lucifer's chest. "I could ask you the same," he replied with a smug grin. "Don't you have class tomorrow?" You froze up when Lucifer said that. Crap, where you going to get in trouble? Immediately Lucifer felt annoyed with himself making you look so fearful once again. He huffed and rested his forehead into the palm of his hand. "I'm sorry," you responded in a hushed voice, preparing to close the door and let Lucifer be.

"No," Lucifer reached out his other hand to stop you, "please, come and sit down." The annoyed and exhausted tone in Lucifer's voice rattled you but you did as you were told as to keep from making any punishment he was about to dish out worse.

"MC," your name never sounded so sinister on anyone's tongue except his, "are you happy here?" The question took you by surprise. Was this a trap? Was he trying to trap you into saying you weren't so he could punish you? Your eyes narrowed in thought and suspicion as you took a seat in the plush seat farthest from his desk. "I-I am," you hesitated.

"If you are then why do you act like this?" Lucifer rubbed the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and thumb. Crap, you messed up. Was there anyway you could reload your save in real life? Crap. "I don't know what you mean," you tried to make your response sound as even in tone as possible.

"MC," Lucifer said in a stern voice, rising from his seat. You shrunk in the red chair you were sat in as you held your hands firm against the cushion and as close to your body as you could. "What did I do to make you scared of me?"

You knitted your eyebrows together trying to come up with a reason that would make sense. "I-uhm," you felt your body heat up when you made eye contact with Lucifer. "MC, I promise you this is a safe space," Lucifer reached a hand out in your direction, "anything you say won't be held against you. I just want to make this household a better environment for you." You glanced at his hand then at his face a couple times but made no move to take it. "Because of Diavolo's exchange program? You don't want to fail him, right?" Lucifer tensed up when you said that. "While it is my duty to make sure our exchange student is safe while staying with us," Lucifer paused before returning his outstretched hand to his lap in defeat, "the truth is that I deeply care about you, MC, and I want to see you thrive."

It felt like an arrow was shot through your chest at his words. The creeping blush on Lucifer's face made you clench your thighs together and curl your arms into your chest.

"You-You care about me?"

"Deeply and truly."

You could feel your heart hammering out of your chest. "I thought you hated me," you mumbled trying to look anywhere but at Lucifer. He jolted up holding onto the armrests of the chair he was in, "nonsense! MC, if you only knew how much I want to make you happy. How much I want to see you smile."

You could feel the tears coming to your eyes at his words. "I just wanted to make you proud of me," you mumbled through your tears, "I thought you hated me and I just wanted to impress you."

Lucifer sprung out of his seat to kneel beside you with a gloved hand pressed against your warm cheek. "MC," he cooed trying to soothe your tears, "I am proud of you. You are so strong and intelligent. I am in awe every time I see you." Lucifer felt his throat go dry when your hand wrapped around his wrist and pushed his palm firmer against your face. "Lucifer," you sniffled finally making eye contact. Lucifer took his eyes off of your hand and stared directly into yours. He could feel his heart drop through his body when you spoke again.

"I love you."

Lucifer was awestruck at the confession. Was it a confession or did you love him as a friend? As a family member? "What do you mean, MC?" You cringed when you saw the confusion in his face. Had you misjudged what he meant? Did Lucifer not feel the same about you? You tried to pull away but Lucifer held you in place with both of his hands on your cheeks, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles against your skin. "MC, do you truly love me?"

You'd never seen Lucifer look so desperate before. The demon was clinging onto every word that passed your lips. "I do love you," you bashfully admitted. The breath was stolen from your chest as Lucifer struck fast like a cobra against your lips. His own where chapped with nervousness against your soft mouth but despite the feeling you leaned back into him. You held the back of his gloved hands against your face as he swallowed the soft whimpers you made every time his lips moved against yours.

You were the first to pull away in order to catch your breath. The sight before you was unlike any you had ever seen before. Lucifer's face was flushed red and his eyes were half lidded with his eyebrows furrowed. You wanted to imprint this image of Lucifer into your mind so that every time you closed your eyes you could experience this moment once again.

"You're so beautiful, Lucifer," you hummed rubbing his gloved right hand and pushing your face against it. Lucifer stood up while keeping his gently grasp on your face. Your eyes followed his movements as he laid a peck on your forehead. "MC," Lucifer started and gods did your name sound heavenly coming from his tongue, "how far are you willing to go tonight?" The question made you squish your thighs together trying to soothe the new throbbing in your core.

"I want to please you, Lucifer," you said looking up at him through your eyelashes. A chill went down Lucifer's spine at your expression. "Oh, MC," he brushed his fingers through your hair, "please let me be the one to bring you to the highest peaks of pleasure tonight." You held back a whine that bubbled in the back of your throat at how gentle Lucifer was being. "Come," Lucifer said sitting back down on the lounge chair, "sit on my lap."

You rushed over to where Lucifer was sitting and quickly straddled his hips wither your knees on either side of him. A soft chuckle came from his chest at your eagerness but he didn't tease you for it. His had rested on your lower back and ran soothing circles over top your sleep shirt. "Here," Lucifer said adjusting you so easily so that your back was pressed to his chest, "that way you can better feel how much I want you." You rubbed your crotch against the growing tent in his slacks earning a low groan of your name to pass his lips. His arm reached around your hips and held you firmly against him while his hand cupped your core through your pajama short. You reached your arm back to wrap around Lucifer's neck as he ran his fingers along your clothed lips.

"My love," Lucifer hummed into your ear making you shiver, "wouldn't you agree that these are in the way?" He ran his thumb along the waistband of your shorts and underwear before playfully snapping the elastic against your skin. You yelp and jolted your hips against his growing erection making him buck up against your clothed core. You nodded feverishly and lifted your hips for Lucifer to easily slide your underwear and shorts down past your thighs and off your legs to be discarded onto the floor somewhere. Lucifer used his knees to spread your legs further and to pin them against the armrests of the chair. You grabbed onto Lucifer's forearm as his gloved fingers ran down your lower stomach and across your mound. His fingers traced through the hair that was growing there before sliding further down across your lips and finally through your wet core. You let out a soft moan at the feeling of finally having Lucifer's fingers tracing through your dripping labia and run across your throbbing clit.

"Look at his, my love," Lucifer cooed into your ear, "you're already so wet." Goosebumps rose on your skin when you felt him leave a trail of kisses up your neck to the shell of your ear. "I bet I could just slip in right now." Lucifer ran the pad of his ring and middle finger across your clit in circles. The cool leather of his gloves making your hips squirm at the new and strange texture. "Does it feel good? Tell me, let me hear your voice."

You shivered feeling his breath against your ear. "It feels so good, Luci," you gasped keeping your eyes trained on where his fingers were spreading your pussy lips apart to toy with your clit. "Good MC," Lucifer purred kissing the shell of your ear, "you're doing so good. Do you see how hard I am for you?" How could you not? Lucifer was practically bursting through his pants with his large and proud erection that strained against the zipper of his slacks.

"Luci?" you asked holding the back of Lucifer's head to keep him as close to you as possible. "Yes, darling?" he couldn't help the sly smirk that came to his face when he saw how your hips rolled against his fingers with every flick and rub to your clit, "what is it?"

"Can I-" you swallowed the excited saliva that pooled in your mouth, "can I touch your cock?" You could have sworn the sound of Lucifer moaning out a swear word was actually a choir of angels. "Yes, MC," his fingers left your clit to make quick work of the button and zipper of his pants. His cock sprung forth as he pulled the waistband of his boxers down below his throbbing manhood. You stared in awe at how his foreskin pulled back over his leaking tip. You shakily grabbed his shaft on your hand and rubbed your hand up to trace your fingers over the slit of his head. Lucifer sucked and kissed up your neck to try and hold back his moans as you ran your finger along the head of his shaft.

You gasped when he swiftly grabbed both of your hands and pulled them away from his cock. You looked back at Lucifer to see what was wrong but you were cut off by the moan you let out when his cock head bumped against your puffy clit.

"As I said before," Lucifer whispered into your ear, "let me take care of you tonight." Your eyes returned to staying trained on where Lucifer's girthy cock rubbed its way through your pussy lips collecting your juices along his shaft as it worked its way back to presses against your needy clit.

"Such a good little human," Lucifer moaned into your ear, "your cunt feels so warm against my cock. I can't wait to feel you cum." You whined throwing your head back against Lucifer's shoulder. The soft fabric of his shirt felt cool against your heated skin. You turned your head to press your nose against Lucifer's neck and breathed in his musky cologne. A shiver ran through your body causing your hips to jerk involuntarily against your lover's needy erection. Lucifer chuckled at your reaction and brought the back of your right hand to his lips to kiss up to your fingertips. "My beautiful, MC," Lucifer purred thrusting his hips against your sopping core at a slower pace making you whine in frustration. "Shh, now," Lucifer cooed dropping your left hand to return his fingers to your cunt. His leather clad fingers slithered through your lips before circling around your needy hole. You gripped onto the armrest of the chair as Lucifer pushed his ring and middle finger into your welcoming pussy. You humped your hips against his fingers as they rubbed the spongy wall at the top of your pelvis. The tip of Lucifer's cock would catch against your clit further tightening the band that began to form in your lower stomach.

"You're so beautiful like this," Lucifer moaned kissing up the column of your throat as your chest puffed out with every gasping breath you took. "I wish I could have had you like this sooner. To make up for lost time, I'm going to have you like this every night." Your eyebrows furrowed feeling the band finally snap at his words. Your hands moved to grab any part of him that you could as your pussy made obscene squelching sounds at the release of juices from your orgasm. You held your lips tight together as a whine rang through your throat. You heard Lucifer chuckle as his fingers slowed down their teasing in your dripping hole.

"Look at that, MC," Lucifer guided your head up so you could look at his fingers as they exited your body. A strand of your arousal followed them before finally splitting as he brought his gloved hand up to your eye level. You could see the shine on his middle and index finger that your natural lubricants left behind. "Do you want to clean up your mess, my love?" With half lidded eyes you opened your mouth accepting as his fingers found their resting place on your tongue. You winced at the sour taste of your juices on his leather glove but continued to suck his fingers clean. Lucifer swore he had ascended back to heaven at the way you so obediently licked at his fingers on his lap.

Lucifer finally pulled his fingers from your mouth before cupped your jaw and turning your head so he could devour your lips once more in a heated kiss. You could feel your legs turning to jelly from your orgasm and the excitement of having Lucifer pay such special attention to you. His lips passed over yours with such feverish lust you could hardly keep up. When Lucifer finally pulled away he could only bask in how you looked in the after glow of your orgasm. "My sweet MC," Lucifer rubbed circles against your jaw, "are you okay to continue? I've been dreaming of having my cock buried inside of you for so long." Lucifer finished his sentence in an almost pleading way making your chest fill with warmth. You wanted this man to use your pussy however he saw fit. The idea of having such a thick cock inside of you caused new arousal to bloom in your core.

"Please, Luci," you moaned, "fuck me. Fuck me however you want." Lucifer shivered at your words. His arms snaked around your waist to hold you tightly in an embrace. "You're so good to me, MC," Lucifer moaned sucking blooming bruises along your collar line, "I'm going to make you cum over and over again on my cock."

Lucifer guided you back to your original position with you straddling his thighs and your dripping core hovering over the head of his cock. You had to tilt your hips up or else the the tip of his throbbing erection would kiss at the entrance of your pussy. You held a firm grip on his shoulders as his hands guided your hips down. Lucifer's eyes never left your face as he watched very expression you made when you sank down onto his shaft. Your gummy walls pulsed and throbbed at the new intrusion, welcoming him with warm wetness.

You pressed your face against Lucifer's neck sobbing at the feeling of having him so deep inside of you. Your hips buckled and jerked on their own causing Lucifer to tighten his grip on you.

"Shh, Mc," Lucifer cooed rubbing his hands up and down your sides, "it's okay, I got you. Let me know when you're ready." You nodded trying to catch your breath that was stolen by the girthy intrusion. "I-I'm ready," you said shakily trying to keep your hips still. Lucifer pulled you from his neck and held your chin in one of his hands. Your eyes stared right into his red ones with nothing but lust for the man before you. Lucifer's eyebrows were knit together in a look of pleasure as he bucked his hips up into your squelching pussy. You gasped at the feeling of his cock separating your walls so deliciously. "You look so beautiful like this, MC," Lucifer said finding a steady rhythm to thrust into you with. You could only nod along as you traced your eyes over his beautiful features. "I promise to take care of you, my love," Lucifer moaned as he pressed his forehead to yours, "you will be needy for nothing as long as you have me." You felt the tears pool in your eyes as warmth exploded in your chest. Your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him into a loving embrace. His other hand moved from your hip to your lower back, pressing your body firm against his as he angled his hips up to thrust into your welcoming cunt faster.

The sound of clapping skin filled the room along with your moans and Lucifer's promises of unending affection. Your pussy left a wet imprint along his clothes every time your hips met. The feeling was all too much. You felt like your heart was about to explode with his tenderly Lucifer held you but how thoroughly he fucked you. "Luci!" you called out, "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Lucifer cussed under his breath at your fucked out expression. "That's it, MC, look at me as you cum. I want to see your face as you cum with my cock in you," Lucifer held your chin in a steady grasp as your eyes squeezed shut while the waves of pleasure rolled through your body. You could feel yourself leaking more of your juices onto Lucifer's lap but for some reason you couldn't find a way to stop your hips from moving against his wonderful cock.

"MC," Lucifer gasped, "where-where do you want me to cum?" You shook your head somewhere between pain and pleasure, "I don't know! Cum in me! Cum in me!" Lucifer hissed at the feeling of how tightly your walls held him. There was no way Lucifer was lasting long enough to properly pull out of you. Instead he buried himself to the hilt with your ass pressed firmly against his lap as spurts of cum shot into your fucked out cunt.

You whimpered dropping your head to Lucifer's shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you in a soft embrace. His fingers traced along your spine as you both caught your breath. "MC, you're so wonderful," Lucifer mused kissing the top of your head, "I love you so much, my dear." You tightened your grip around Lucifer not wanting to leave his hold. "Look at you," Lucifer's voice rumbled through his chest. His hands dropped to rub the cheeks of your ass as one hand dropped to spread your cunt lips apart. A mixture of both of your cum dribbled out of your spent hole despite Lucifer's cock still firmly in place. You whimpered in overstimulation but couldn't help the way your hips jolted at the feeling.

"Is my sweet MC still horny?" Lucifer purred grabbing handfuls of your ass, "I sure hope so because I'm not quite done with you yet."

#lucifer #lucifer smut #obey me smut #obey me x reader #lucifer x reader #obey me x reader smut #lucifer x reader smut #obey me shall we date #my writing

[wanderingsimsfinds]

Decorating a house/lot with clutter is probably one of my favorite parts of building. This list has everything from books, to art supplies, to rugs, to clothing, to more practical clutter. 

WanderingSims Fave CC - Clutter

1 - Lulu265 - Classic 1 Tile Sheer Curtain (TSR)

2 - Lulu265 - Classic 2 Tile Sheer Curtain (TSR)

3 - Lulu265  - Classic 3 Tile Sheer Curtain (TSR)

4 - TheNumbersWoman - Ikea Pac Uggdal Bedroom Sheers (TSR)

5 - you-lust - szabolon Papers Wall Clutter

6 - SketchbookPixels - SIMPLY MXIMS Woli House Board

7 - wondymoon - Terbium Key Holder (TSR)

8, 11 - Kale House - 4t3 MXIMS IKEA Kubbis Wall Hook & Ferm Living Frame Pinboard

9 - Mutske - Hallway Leon Umbrella Stand (TSR)

10 - Simstiful - Backpack

12 - Julietsimscc - 4t3 Leosims Keys Rack Smaller

13, 16 - MOONSims3 - Vans Authentic Pro A MXIMS & Vans SK8 HI B MXIMS

14 - Lies-and-Crooked-Sims - Pixicat Converses 01

15 - Simstiful - Decor Dirty Shoes

17 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 heurrs Nielstrup Dresser

18 - cyclonesue - Air Conditioning Unit (TSR)

19, 33 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 novvvas Desierto Bedroom (Buddha & Books)

20 - ArtVitalex - Yuma Triple Shelf (TSR)

21 - Milla - Acne Pansy Beanie Hat

22 - johziii - Wooden Desk Shelf Empty

23 - SimplyStyling - Jope Living 5 Books

24, 39 - SimplyStyling - Jope Living 4 Side Board & Basket

25 - MarcusSims91 - Kalico Blanket Throw Ladder (TSR)

26 - SimplyStyling - Jope Living 1 Books

27-32 - Taultvec - Slox Hasare Books 1-6 Standing

34 - you-lust - Lisennymphy Buddha

35, 46, 54 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Syboulette Pride Set (Wall Flag, Hat, Bag)

36-38, 47, 49, 53 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Simbishy Cute Stationary Set Part 3 (Felt Pen Wall Array, Highlighter Wall Array, Marker Wall Array, Marker Array, Highlighter Array, Drawer Closed)

40-41 - Simstiful - Sketchbook & Notebook

42-45 - Milla - Luna Books 1-4

48, 50 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Simbishy Cute Stationary Set Part 2 (Felt Pen Array & Highlighter Array)

51, 55 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 pqSim4 Study Space (Organizer & Trolley)

52 - you-lust - BillyJean Brush Holder

56 - Simstiful - Canvas Art

57 - SweetMarie222 - BS Mila Watercolor Milla Version (TSR)

58 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Soloriya Art Studio Acrylic Paint Tubes

59-62, 66, 68, 70 - you-lust - Imadako Set (Watercolour Box Open, Pencil Cup Water Colour Umesara, Crayon Box Open, Watercolour Brush Stand, Watercolour Pencil Box, Watercolour Palette)

63-65, 71 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Soloriya Darina Set (Painting A, Painting B, Fabric with Brushes, Paint Tubes & Pencils)

67, 69 - Milla - Cassandre Pencil Cup 2 No Shininess & Stamp Version

72-74 - Pralinesims - Vintage Rugs 1-3 (TSR)

75 - Pralinesims - Soft Flokati (TSR)

76 - pseudodigs - Moroccan Rugs

77-79 - francythatsims - Neutral Rugs (2x3, 4x3, Runners)

80-83 - johziii - Rugs! Set 2x3 & 3x4 (Boho, Earthy, Monochrome, Vanilla)

84 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Cowbuild Minotti Rug Collection (Swatch A 3x2 & 7x5)

85 - MarcusSims91 - Address Planter

86 - MarcusSims91 - Modern Address Numbers Bellrose

#cc list #ts3cc #s3cc #s3ccfinds

[inactiveuser374]

MIA (chapter four)

pairing; Simon “Ghost” Riley / Winter Soldier!Male!Reader

contains; graphic depictions of injury, flashbacks, fears of abandonment, mentions of abduction, human experimentation & torture, memory loss and regaining, brainwashing and conditioning, male anatomy for reader, sexual themes, lovers to strangers to enemies to lovers??

link to chapter one

"Turn around, slowly." The man pressed the gun just slightly more against the fabric of your the hood covering your face.

"Hands up."

Lifting your only functioning hand, you turned at an agonizingly slow place.

"Other hand as well," he warned, his voice remaining steady. It likely wasn’t a situation he was unfamiliar with.

Pausing, you realized you were at a loss of what you were supposed to do.

“I won’t ask again.” His voice was supposed to be menacing, but it just sounded like an echo of the past.

You hesitated your move for a split second, but upon hearing a door creak open abruptly, your body reacted with the likeness of a snake, your muscles performing before you even instructed them.

The gun was in your right hand and its former holder under your boot. The loud sound of impact as he hit the ground reverberated through the flat leaving an irrevocable change in the atmosphere.

Your entire left half hurt, a lot more than you’d realized before. The metal was pulling on your strained muscles as you held the piece, its barrel staring at the head of the man below.

Ghost could be felt behind you even without speaking. His presence was heavy enough that it almost felt as if he were pushing against your back with his gaze alone.

“Put it down.” His voice rumbled behind you, the admonitory tone alone was enough to make anyone feel uneasy thinking about disobeying. But for you, it was almost reassuring. He knew you wouldn’t let down your defenses until instructed so.

The gun clunked against the hard counter and you lifted your shoe before turning fixedly.

The gun-wielding man nearly tripped trying to get even a smidge further from you, as if your presence alone was enough to turn him to ashes. But as he turned,

His eyes filled with rage as he suddenly went to jump at you with his gaze, only meeting a familiarity just as Ghost had. They seemed to switch from confusion to anger to resentment in a matter of seconds, leaving you wondering how you two were connected.

The moment was whisked away when a sudden noise sounded at the side of the flat where you had first entered. The door was hit with such force that it’s hinges broke off instantly, sending the chunk of wood to the ground after the deafening crack echoed through your ears.

Multiple people, presumably a team of some sorts with helmets and masks flooded through the small opening in the wall.

Their shouts were incomprehensible to your ears as countless lasers pointed at you, creating a deterrent for the other two men to step away.

A shout from one of them met your earshot before an unknown projectile whizzed through the air separating you and hit flesh.

You couldn’t tell where you had been hit, but you felt a buzzing hotness pool from your neck slowly dropping down to your torso and then your legs.

You couldn’t say anything, you couldn’t even tell when your head hit the wooden floor from the absolute lack of any feeling in nearly every inch of your body.

The heat began to subside as you tried to keep your eyes from going dark, believing that you could ward off the small black spots grabbing at your vision.

You thought you’d feel fear, or anger, maybe sadness when your moment finally came. But all you could feel was cold. Cold like when you lay alone for countless nights replaying memories that presented themselves like an unreachable fantasy.

Cold like when your trust was slowly drained away in the cold room where you had left a part of yourself, a memory of someone who was gone.

The darkness took over with the likeness of a wave running over sand, smooth and swift. But waves always go back out.

-

You opened your eyes after what felt like only seconds since you had been awake last, but the memory of whatever had happened to cause you to wake up here was still foggy.

The room was dark. The white ceiling was coloured dark gray from the lack of light. Lazily, you traced the lines above where it met the wall, too tired to move anything other than your eyes. Voices behind the wall to your left let you know that you were probably in an infirmary of some type. The sounds coming from outside were muffled too much to understand as you focused on them.

But soon that too became too exhausting and you drifted off again. You didn’t care where you were, there wasn’t any conscious thoughts in your mind, just the sound of people outside playing like white noise.

Shortly after, the muffled voices in the corridor entered whatever room you had been brought to, changing from a conversation to silent footsteps in an instant.

“Has he talked to anyone?” You wanted to sit up to match the voice to a face, but even through the delirium and exhaustion, you recognized it.

“A few nurses, just ’yes and no’.” The other voice was softer and unknown. “I don’t think he really understood what happened just yet.”

Simon took a seat next to your bed, his silhouette showing in your peripheral. The door shut gently and you could hear the man’s breathing.

“How long’ve you been up?” Your eyes had been shut the entire time, but your breathing and small movements had alerted him to your awareness.

You replied with a groan as your eyes adjusted to seeing the environment around you. The ache behind your eyelids was still present but slowly fading.

Simon's gaze drifted down from your eyes, finding a quick stop at your shoulder before finding you again.

“It's alright, you don’t have to speak.” He scooted closer to you, lifting the chair underneath him before he rested his forearms on the bedside.

Under anyone else’s gaze you would’ve felt unnerved, being vulnerable like this. But the softness of his eyes assured you you were indeed truly safe in the moment.

Simon leaned forward just as you began to push yourself up against the back of the bed, his hand resting gently but firmly on your chest. You sighed as you realized how heavy your body felt, and how numb every nerve below your skin was.

“Don’t,” he watched you sink down again and his eyes moved downwards again. “It took seven hours to take that titanium out.” Simon’s hand still lay on the thin robe covering you.

Your mouth opened like a fish, closing instantaneously when you looked down. Instead of the shining metallic surface you were used to, a white patch was held down by tape. The dressing stretched from just past your collarbone down to your armpit.

He breathed in shakily, and you looked back up before you could think about it. His eyes were glistening even in the dark light and his lips twitched a bit before he took his hand off your chest. The warmth he had brought you suddenly left as he entwined his fingers in his lap.

“Simon,” the name barely interrupted the atmosphere, but he caught onto it like it was a single rain cloud in the middle of a barren field. His eyes traced your face almost endearingly as he waited for your next words. But they never came, he watched as your breathing went back to a slow and steady beat, not daring to say anything or cup your cheek as he had countless times before when you’d fallen asleep in his bed, too exhausted to go back to your own.

But Simon didn’t care if he couldn’t hear your voice or feel your skin against his. The fact that you were safe, in a place he could reach was enough for him to sleep through the entire night for the first time in years.

taglist requests

MIA taglist; @chrrywiwss @gaymistakeboi @edenstarkk @justicex101 @mrglubb @grizzersmamma @xx4rcticxx @cptg00s3 @justagenderfluidstuff @therealppboy @justglitch-nox @redjeanjacket @achob @ssukuu @akir4a @ch3rrys0da-tv @cookie-monster69 @i0veless @silvern1006 @hunter-were @armand0alg0 @quits-writing @confuseddipshit @bagelboys-withcreamcheese @chase-ing @pastel-cloud-hoe @jasperthechaosgremlin @varientlyvisual @diejager

#simon “ghost” riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x male reader #x male reader #ghost x male reader #simon ghost riley fanfic #cod fanfic

[icey--stars]

Stories To Be Told: PART 3

Series Index

A shadowsinger, a warrior, an Illyrian, that's what she was. Trained by one of the most formidable female warriors. Escaped the Illyrian camps and her clipping when she was barely sixteen and is now the holder of 6 siphons. What happens when she tries to sneak into the City of Starlight? And starts down a whole new road of chaos?

↢ 『 ☾ 』 ↣

I awoke early in the morning. I didn’t sleep too well, but I didn’t fall out of the tree or anything and no creatures dared to come near.

I launched myself into the air after packing my things away and flew towards the huge mountain. I rounded the area, ignoring Velaris in my peripherals and instead focusing on where I saw people coming out on the flattened plateau area at the top of the mountain.

I glided for a little, observing, before I landed, tucking my wings in tightly before I went to face whoever was near.

I saw Nesta and the two females beside her regard me carefully. One had wings, and one had red hair. There were other females as well, but they seemed to focus their attention elsewhere.

Cassian was near a wall. I met his gaze for only a moment before turning to assess the training grounds.

It was sandy and had many fighting rings, as well as weights and dull training weapons lined against a wooden wall.

I spotted Nesta and her friends coming up to me. The Illyrian I took more attention towards when I saw scars running down her wings. Clipped. My heart ached a bit for her.

“Hello there,” I said when they had come close enough.

Nesta just dipped her head in greeting. The red-headed one spoke, “I’m Gwyn, nice to meet you.”

“Y/N,” I replied.

The Illyrian female spoke up as well, “Emerie.”

I dipped my head towards her. Despite not knowing her, I knew from the scars on her wings what she had potentially faced in life, so I respected her more than most already.

I saw Azriel land across the area beside Cassian. I just merely regarded his presence with a quick glance before focusing on the females in front of me again.

“I suppose we’ll see how well you can hold those weapons soon,” Nesta said before she walked off. Gwyn waved a bit as she followed. Emerie stared at me just a while longer, her eyes glancing at my wings. I blinked slower, letting a very slight smile onto my face. Emerie did the same back before she followed Nesta. If I wanted to get to know anyone here, it’d most likely be Emerie first, I decided.

Cassian walked up to me next. “I don’t know how skilled you are, nor what you can do, so join in wherever you want. The more skilled train with me for weapons and the newer ones train with Azriel at whatever skill level they’re at.”

I nodded. Cassian walked off toward Nesta and her group. I took a glance at Azriel who was with the other females before I walked to a corner of the training area, setting my bag down along with my sword. I kept most of my daggers on me though. Then I walked over to where Nesta, Gwyn, Emerie and Cassian had already begun stretching.

I joined in. My flexibility wasn’t the best of the best, but it was certainly better than most; I confirmed that when I was able to do all things that Cassian was able to do. I suppose I could use him as the standard for my skills for now, I decided.

“Alright, shoes off ladies,” Cassian ordered. “We’re going to review the basics again. You guys haven’t done it this week.”

“Why is it always the basics,” Nesta groaned.

“It’ll be fast, Nes, you know that,” Cassian said with a smirk. “You’ll get to play with your sharp stabby things in a bit.”

Everyone unlaced or toed off their boots. I set my own boots to the side, stretching my arms one last time before getting ready to do “the basics” or whatever they were. I paid very little attention to what the Illyrians considered the basics, and instead familiarized myself with their flight, formations and signals. Never with their basic sword fighting. Perhaps it’d be similar to what Rainne put me through.

“Balance on your right foot,” Cassian ordered.

We obeyed. I was slightly confused. This was their basics? I’d be perfectly fine then, I chuckled. I kept my foot raised for a long time, only almost falling once before I mastered myself and took a deep breath to focus again.

“Left foot.”

I switched my feet mid air, landing on my bare left foot, heel first to my toe, a silent and very light landing. I’d mastered this sort of balance first with Rainne. I knew my fighting style differed from a normal Illyrian fighting style, but this much? Perhaps they really didn’t like their footwork, I thought, amused.

Cassian brought out a bunch of wooden sticks, handing us each two.

“Stretch out horizontally with your arms out holding the sticks.”

I flipped the wooden poles in my hands as I stretched my leg out behind me, and balanced each pole in my opened palms facing upward. This, at least, was familiar to me. Rainne had loved to torture me using this technique. Palms up to the sky, balancing some sort of pole or dagger or stick while my head remained up, and body balanced.

“Good,” Cassian praised as he did the same with us. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a second.

“Switch.”

I completed the order quickly, my thighs and calves flexing as I again balanced myself.

Another technique Rainne loved to use to torture me was making me spread out my wings and hold them up as far as they could go. I didn’t do this now, but these exercises were certainly bringing up a lot of memories.

“Good. Let’s do our squats now,” Cassian ordered after we’d held each position around a total of 10 minutes.

Squats, in my opinion, were terrible, but necessary sins. When we finished, my thighs ached subtly, but at least Cassian hadn’t had to correct my posture or anything like he did for Gwyn and Nesta.

“Great. Let’s do the 8 pointed star next,” Cassian suggested. “Grab a training sword.”

The other three females went immediately to grab a sword. I hesitated. 8 pointed star? What was that? 

Cassian noticed my hesitance. “I don’t know the Raven’s teaching method. The 8 pointed star is just sword maneuvers. You can follow along, or I can show you.”

I met his gaze. “I suppose I’ll learn it. Learn how the Illyrians do it and all that.”

Cassian nodded. I went to pick up a training sword. It was significantly heavier than the sword I carried, and shorter, but I’d manage I suppose.

“Nes, you three do your star,” Cassian ordered as he turned to me, holding an Illyrian blade that he drew from his back.

I met his eyes and he blinked. “Seeing as you already know how to use a sword, this, in theory, should be easy,” Cassian assured, speaking quieter than when he was ordering us into balancing. “Perhaps sometime we should spar, and you use that lithe blade you left in the corner.”

“Perhaps,” I replied. “Compared to the Illyrians I’ve fought, my style is much lighter.”

Cassian nodded. “Interesting,” he merely regarded. “Get into a stance,” he then ordered.

I spread my legs farther, holding the training blade with both of my hands and faced my head forward, my weight settled more onto my haunches as I bent my knees slightly.

“Hm. Good,” Cassian decided. “This will work. I’d rather not mess up whatever you already have memorized internally. Hold the sword out in front of you.”

He copied my position in front of me. I noticed his weight sat more on his feet than mine, but it worked. I held the sword out, elbows bent so that I was looking through the blade at Cassian.

“Copy what I do,” He simply ordered. Then threw out his sword in a powerful arching slash, flipped the blade and blocked an invisible blow, then downward. And he paused there, looking at me.

I copied what he did exactly, easily and without any faltering. An easy maneuver, I noted. But it was a powerful one.

He simply grinned and then did the next set of movements. I copied them without any problem. This continued until we’d completed eight different maneuvers, each easy to complete and slightly familiar to me I noticed. The Illyrians I’d fought tried these on me. And I’d learned how to block them. Not use them.

“Good,” Cassian said as I finished the last movement, a side step into a stab. “Memorize those movements, if you plan to continue coming to training.”

I dipped my head slightly. Sweat was coming off my brow and I wiped my forehead, shaking out my wings to feel a slight cool breeze blow into them.

I copied the 8 pointed star with the other three females. It was only a memory issue, if an issue occurred, and I quickly revised it, completing each set of movements with skill and confidence.

“Good, alright, let’s pause now,” Cassian ordered after a bit of time. We rose to face him. I saw the other females taking deep breaths, eyes closing for a moment before opening them. They looked a lot more focused, I noted as I took deep breaths to let my lungs catch up.

“If I can steal Azriel, we’ll spar, but otherwise, we’ll do some weight training,” Cassian explained, and then walked off with an amused grin as Nesta immediately protested.

Emerie looked at me now. I met her gaze. She was strong-willed, I noted as I saw her back straighten and gaze harden. That told me I was slightly threatening to her. So I took a slight step back, showing I meant no harm. She blew out a breath and just nodded to herself. I could tell she wanted to ask me questions, but hesitated.

I spoke just loud enough for her to hear. “Just ask, I don’t mind,” I promised.

Emerie jerked her head up. Then, after a beat of silence, she asked, “You’re able to fly,” She said, a simple observation that I was not clipped.

“I escaped a long time ago,” I replied. “I was almost not able to.”

Emerie nodded. Understanding flooding her gaze. “Who?”

“The camp lord. It was before Rhysand was High Lord,” I explained.

“Ah,” She murmured.

Nesta gave me a look, as if in warning, but I also saw a bit of sympathy flood her gaze. I tried to ignore it.

Azriel and Cassian were walking over toward us now.

“Alright. Nesta, with Emerie. Gwyn, Azriel. Y/N, you’re with me. You can use whichever blade you choose. But I am quite curious to see how you fight.”

I dipped my head, and decided to return the training blade and retrieve my own sword. I belted on the short leather sheath before walking over to Cassian. Everyone else had begun a spar, blades flashing in the light.

I withdrew my sword from my hip, the thin and long blade shining with the light beating down.

Cassian lowered into a fighting stance, as did I. Then we began. It was slow at first. We each tested each other. I grew more confident with each swing though. These were sword techniques I recognized from other Illyrian males. The thing that kept me at bay was the fact this was a spar, not a murder, and Cassian was told to be the best warrior in Pyrthian. He was confident in his skills, and sometimes that can prove fatal.

We drew apart for only a split moment before rushing each other, gazes hardened. I parried his blow, and attempted to knock the blade from his hand. I failed that maneuver miserably and quickly leaped away, landing on my right leg as I flared my wings slightly. Cassian didn’t let me gain an inch.

We fought for a long time, being the last pair to finish, almost a whole half hour later. Cassian had moved forward when we had our blades pushed together, something I wasn’t expecting, and caused me to lose my balance. He used this to trip me. I had to admit he was very skilled compared to other Illyrians. I noted his movements as I took his offered hand to stand. Strong and confident. If I ever had to face him in a fight to the death; Mother help me, I prayed. I put my blade away in its sheath.

“Fancy footwork,” Cassian complimented before turning to everyone.

Azriel, I noted, was watching me closer than before, but he turned his gaze away after he saw me staring right back. He was walking back to his own charges after a couple moments, shadows swirling around him. I tried not to think too much about it. Maybe he was just weird. His job was being a spymaster. And what did spies do for the courts? Kill people... torture people... be sneaky and mysterious. Honestly, he could just be like that, I considered.

Nesta dipped her head toward me, as if in respect. I dipped my head back in return. Very subtly though. Lest she think I'm going to openly show her respect this early into knowing her. People earned my respect. The less subtle my head dip, the more respect I have for you.

The sun was much higher in the sky, I noted as I glanced up. Close to noon.

“Alright, everyone, water break and cool down, then you can be done for the day,” Cassian spoke.

I followed the crowd over to a water station near an archway. I made sure I’d gotten my fill before wandering back over to the training area for my final stretching. Luckily, the term “cool down” wasn’t foreign to me.

Cassian ordered us into the final stretching for the day (it was a pretty easy day of training to be honest, for me). I stretched out my wings wide as many of the females who trained took a breather and sat down.

I went back to my things, staring off into the sky in front of me. I suppose I could train, but I’d need to find somewhere to stow away my belongings preferably. A tree hole would do, I thought.

Azriel came over towards me. “You’re impressively skilled,” He commented.

I perked up, folding my wings as I turned toward him. “Thank you,” I replied. He didn’t leave, just kind of staring. I quirked a brow. “Is there something you want to ask me?” I asked.

“Why do you keep your shadows hidden?” Azriel asked, his own dark beings floating in the air around him.

I turned away slightly. “It’s not safe,” I replied simply. “And while the whispers I hear are comforting, it is much safer to not have them around me.”

Azriel’s jaw tightened, but he just nodded as a form of acknowledgement. “Will we see you tomorrow?”

I hesitated for a second. Should I come back? Is it a good idea to attach myself? Sure, the training was most likely useful, and I might even be able to share some of what I know, but, was it really a good idea to come here, and get used to having people around me again? It’d be nice… but I didn’t trust it. Not completely.

“Maybe,” I said, deciding to not decide yet.

Azriel seemed uncomfortable for some reason. “What are you going to do for the rest of the day?”

“Probably fly and then hunt for rabbits. I saw a warren not too far away when I arrived,” I replied, turning around to gather my things, slinging my bag over my shoulder and right wing. 

“You’re welcome to come to the House of Wind for dinner,” he offered. “Unless you are uncomfortable, but the House can provide a meal for you elsewhere besides the dining room if you’re uncomfortable there. Just ask aloud.”

I dipped my head. “Perhaps,” I decided. It’d be easier than hunting rabbits, but I didn’t know if I was ready to come back here so soon.

“Goodbye,” I said, half spreading my wings in preparation for a flight.

Azriel replied, “I’ll see you later.”

Maybe, my mind helpfully reminded me.

I didn’t waste another beat, eager to get out of the awkward conversation with the weird spy. I glided down to the forest, finding a hole in a tree right at the base of the mountain. I settled my bag into it, and after a second of thought, my sword too. I blocked up the entrance with sticks and then launched myself into the sky.

I glided on the other side of the mountain, over forests and other, smaller mountains around the House. I didn’t fly over Velaris, deciding that wouldn’t be the best of my ideas, even if Cassian and Azriel knew I wasn’t a threat this time.

I opted to glide just above the treetops, enjoying myself plenty enough. I checked up on some aerial maneuvers I knew, and flew high up in the clouds where the air grew thinner before I regarded the sun’s position in the sky. Just high enough to hunt.

Then I thought about Azriel’s offer. I could go back, having a well prepared meal rather than just cooked rabbit over a fire. It’d taste better, and be probably healthier. I pursed my lips before turning my course towards the House. I silently swore to myself it was only for tonight.

I landed on the same balcony as before, walking inside the doors. Nobody was there to greet me. I explored a bit, coming to a small area by a window with a simple stool and table. Books were in one corner, piling up on bookshelves, and the small table beside it. A nice little nook in the entirety of this mansion.

I recalled Azriel’s instructions. Just ask aloud? That seemed weird, I thought. “May I please have a meal?” I asked aloud, quieter so if anyone was near, they wouldn’t hear me.

A plate with food popped up on the table. Magic.

“Thank you, I guess,” I chuckled. “A sentient house. Interesting.”

I ate my food relatively quickly. When I finished, the plate disappeared.

“Alright, I best be going,” I said aloud to myself, and just in case the House was listening. Though it was very weird to be speaking to a literal structure.

I glided down to my things before once again setting up to rest in the branches of a tree. I decided it was most likely safe enough and decided to rest in the tree at the foot of the ridge. I didn’t know when I’d decided I’d go to training again, but something in me just said to go.

So I did.

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Can I request inside job Reagan x reader platonic who teen prodigy who works at congito inc and reader always looks up Reagan compliments their work and aslo reader has chaotic energy personality lol I hope this ok

It's definitely okay! This is a nice idea, also thanks for the request!!

(Reagan and Teen Prodigy! Gender Nuetral Reader One-shot)

It’s a sunny Monday morning, the temperature's around 78°, and the birds are happily chirping away. It’s a perfect morning, leading to a similarly perfect day. 

However, that suspicious tranquility is interrupted with the sound of sizzling circuit board joints, a sound you consider music to your ears. So much so, that you hum a melody that vaguely matches the wires attaching themselves to joints on said circuit.

Now, what could a kid—scratch that—TEEN genius possibly create with a singular circuit board? Ah, the possibilities are truly endless. However, before you can use your intellectual mind to make the world spin to your rhythm, there’s a knocking at your door.

The sizzling stops, and your content humming comes to a close. There’s silence, and you have an underlying sense of anxiety about what may be waiting behind the wooden door that you oh so desperately wish you could upgrade. Is J.R going to order someone to put a bag over your head again? You hope not. The first one smelled odd, and you’d rather not catch anything.

A voice, one that isn’t gruff and attempting to micro-chip you, appears behind the alder wood. 

“You there? You’re not dead are you—that’d be the third one this week—please don’t be dead.” You squint your eyes at the mystery person’s words before making a run towards your apartment door. And once you pull it open, you nearly squeal. 

“Reagan!” Your lips curl into an excited smile, bouncing on your toes as you stare at her. She’s not much taller than you, yet you look up to her both literally and figuratively. She smiles back, though it’s more out of relief than excitement. 

“Hey, what took you so long to answer the door?” She walks in, wiggling her shoes off before going any further into your home. Which you’re thankful for. Since she has some unidentifiable liquid on her shoes, you wouldn’t want to clean whatever it was off your carpet.

“Sorry, I thought it was the CIA again!” The two of you let out some chuckles, but yours ends with a fearful hiss. “They won’t do that to me again, will they?” 

Reagan grimaces, then gives you a half-hearted pat on the back, as if to say ‘no, they totally will’—before retreating into your workspace. Really, it was just a rather messy area in your living room, since your apartment wasn’t all that spacious. 

“Tasty circuit work. What’re you working on in this little lair of yours?” She smirks at you, pointing at the unfinished circuit board with a soldering iron resting on its own holder nearby. 

Your eyes widen, as you were planning to show the finished product to Reagan as both a present and a message which stood for: “I wanna be your evil assistant even though you’re not inherently evil but whatever” 

It’s not until silence fills the room that you realize you said that aloud. 

“UH–” You spin around looking for any kind of distraction to convince Reagan that she didn’t hear those words exit your mouth. You find a solution once you spot the modified goggles that sat on top of her head.

“Wow! Look at those goggles—they look super useful. What do you use them for, Reagan ma’am?” Reagan sputters at your use of the word ma’am before answering.

“They’re, uh, a bit of a mix between safety goggles and a magnifying glass. But what did you say-” you interrupt her sentence as you continue to compliment her impressive creation.

“How do they work? Is there a separate layer with convex lenses or is it a mix between that and a polycarbonate lens?” 

“Oh, haha- um, it’s just separate layers.” She pulled the goggles over her eyes and flicked a layer of glass over the structure of the goggles. “You just flip the convex lens over the polycarbonate layer and—viola! A multi-layer tight-fitting eye protector perfected for situations such as chemical splash, irritating mist and/or vapor, AND activities such as soldering!” 

She proudly puffs out her chest, taking in your amazement like a dry sponge, and therefore forgetting your previous statement just as you had hoped. You let out a huff of air as you began to wonder why Reagan was in your apartment in the first place.

“Hold on, why are you even here?” Reagan pauses her monologue about the safety goggles and pulls said accessory off her eyes.

“Huh.” 

There’s a moment of awkward silence, though you can’t comprehend why it’s awkward on your end. 

“Oh! Dammit, I completely forgot about what I came here for.” She loses her grip on the goggles completely, flinching when they slap her head, and makes her way towards your front door. Slipping her shoes on as she grabs the handle, she turns toward you with a more serious expression.

“Change into some work-appropriate clothes. I’m driving you to Cognito.” And with that, she’s out your door, and you’re left to look down at what you’re wearing. 

It’s a dinosaur onesie.

After the awkward acknowledgement that your role model saw you in a onesie, you sped into your bedroom to change into a white button up and black slacks. You almost—no, scratch that you actually do tumble down your apartment complex stairs as you hurry to Reagan’s car. 

She stares in concern at your slightly disheveled appearance before starting the engine. Then silence ensues, leaving you to wonder if she was going to bring up what you thought you had successfully distracted her from.

“Evil assistant…” she mutters.

God dammit. 

“Y’know, I think you’d fit into that role perfectly.” This makes you look in her direction.

“Scuse me?” The words scramble out of your mouth, and you wince at the improperness.

Reagan laughs, keeping her eyes on the road as she slightly leans her head towards you. “I’m not too sure about the evil part, but you do commit some rather wicked acts.” 

You briefly remember her saying something similar after you had blown up their meeting room. You swore it hadn’t been your fault. You only wanted to show off a gun that could shoot things other than bullets. You didn’t know that Andre had pumped it full of nitroglycerin when you had suggested he fill it with ‘literally anything’ earlier that day. You made Andre do your paperwork for a month after that.

You shudder, and Reagan raises a brow before continuing. 

“You seem like a good evil-doer. Or at least as good as an evil-doer can get.” She nudges you with her elbow, encouraging you to loosen up. “I’d like it.”

You smile, staying silent since you really had nothing else to say. You had finally told Reagan, someone you aspired to be one day, that you wanted to work underneath her; and not only had she accepted, but she wanted you to work under her too! 

You struggle to keep happy noises from escaping your mouth, the only evidence of your exhilaration being the wide smile on your face and your feet unintentionally kicking the glove box every once in a while.

Reagan snickers and mumbles under her breath, “Evil assistant, huh?” 

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In Living Color

Chapter 23

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 4,886

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: None.

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May 15th, 2022

Chris craned his neck as he dug in one of the many cardboard moving boxes still scattered around Nat’s apartment, coming up empty on his search. With another sigh, he grabbed the boxcutter and opened the next box, listening to Nat humming in the other room as she searched as well. 

He opened the box, eyes widening as he finally found the box with her workout clothes. It was – of course – unlabeled, a wrinkled and scattered mess inside the box from being driven up the coast, but the sight of the pairs of sneakers and workout clothes, among a few toiletries and sheet pans, was welcomed. 

“Nattie! I found it!” He called over his shoulder as he sat down on the window seat with a sigh, pulling out the clothes and shoes just as Nat hurried in from her bedroom. 

Her hair was falling out of the bun she’d thrown it up in, a disheveled curly mess hanging around her face. Any annoyance he felt at having to spend their morning, after he caught up on some much needed sleep from his long flight the day before, searching every box that still sat unpacked in her apartment for a single outfit disappeared at the sight of that relieved smile as she came closer to him, holding out her hands to take the things from him. “Where was it?” She asked as she held the shoes in one hand and the shorts and tank top in another. 

“In this box with your kitchen shit… and a bunch of shampoo,” he trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief as he tried to come up with some explanation for that logic. “Who the hell packed these boxes anyway?” 

“...I was in a hurry, okay? I didn’t have time to label everything and put it all together,” she retorted with a shrug, turning to go back to the bedroom. Chris hopped off the window seat to follow her as she called over her shoulder, “Besides, what does it matter if they’re organized? You just have to unpack it all anyway.” 

He brushed his hand across her lower back as he walked past her and headed to where his suitcase was open on the old wooden floor. “It matters because in moments like this it takes us a half an hour just to find your damn sneakers,” he muttered playfully, grabbing a pair of sweatpants to change into. 

He had slipped into the old ensuite to brush his teeth when he heard Nat tell him, “Well Mark and Jamie helped me pack so blame them.” 

“Oh yeah that sounds like a good plan, three artists packing boxes. No wonder nothing is organized,” Chris drawled sarcastically, a smirk on his lips when he caught Nat’s eyes in the reflection of the mirror. He leaned down, rinsing the toothbrush off before he put it back next to Nat’s in the small holder that sat on the worn countertop. 

“Chris, we both know you are the organized one anyways, but you weren’t around to keep me straight,” she laughed, sticking her tongue out at him as he came out of the bathroom. He rolled his eyes as he changed into his sweatpants and jammed sneakers on, just as Nat quickly changed into her tank top and added, “I’m starting to think you flew all the way from London just to make fun of me,” 

“Nah, that’s just an added bonus,” he smirked, laughing loudly at her unamused expression. He sat down on her bed with a sigh, his muscles still aching from the long twelve-hour flight, and quietly pointed out, “I never even asked if you’d locked yourself in this apartment yet.” 

“For your information smartass, I’ve only locked myself out of this apartment,” she corrected, her laughter echoing the room as he leaned over to smack her ass playfully. 

They quieted down as Nat continued getting ready, fixing her hair before she pulled her pajama pants off. He was silent as she pulled the athletic shorts up around her waist, but his eyes were drawn to the large tattoo he caught a glimpse of, the one that he could still see below the shorts as well. 

“Hey, that’s healing up really well,” he pointed out as he stood up, coming to stand behind Nat in the reflection of the standing mirror, raising a single eyebrow as he nodded his chin towards her leg. 

“That first week it was so itchy but now that it’s been almost two it’s feeling really good,” Nat told him, a smile growing on her lips as he slipped his arm across her stomach. He hooked his chin on her shoulder, unable to break his eyes away from hers. He was struck, not for the first time since arriving in San Francisco late the previous night, that she’d been his for a year now. And if he had any say in it, that fact wouldn’t change for the rest of their lives.  

“It looks even better in person, baby. I love it,” he complimented, turning to press a few kisses to her neck. At her silence, he raised an eyebrow again and met her eyes in the mirror, asking, “Are you still happy with it?” 

Nat nodded, her empty hand moving so she could run a finger over the delicate lines of ink. “I am. I love how it came out and I just keep smiling everytime I see it.” 

“I think it’s really beautiful how much thought you put into designing it,” he murmured. His eyes were drawn to the different representations of her family that he could see – Saturn for her father, a little moon for herself, Mars for Alex, a larger moon for Heather, and a hand holding them all, representing Shelly, her late mother. “I know that there are a lot of feelings surrounding your mom and everything, but I think it’s special that you incorporated something to represent her.” 

“Even though I didn’t know her, she still is a big part of my life,” Nat whispered back. Her gaze avoided his in the reflection of the mirror as she glanced around the room, her hands fidgeting by her sides as she confessed, “Which honestly feels so weird at times that someone who is part of your life, also isn’t part of your life if that makes sense.” 

“No, I can understand that,” Chris assured Nat. He watched as her eyes met his in the mirror, her hands wringing in front of her as a frown settled on her lips. He knew he’d never have any comparable loss to hers – a parent, one she never remembered, having lost them as a young toddler – but he understood it. He was always willing to listen to Nat, to hear the occasional confessions, and would never judge her for any of that. “She was your mother but you didn’t know her so that’s a strange dichotomy.” 

Nat nodded, her eyes filled with some relief as she agreed, “It is, but I’m glad the rest of my family has memories about her so that they could talk about her so I kind of got to know her.” A small smile crossed her lips as her hand reached back to take his own, telling Chris, “Just the other day my dad was telling me how proud of me she’d be for moving here and taking this promotion.” 

He smiled at those words, knowing Eric must’ve been bursting with pride. But at that mention, his heart also clenched, remembering just how completely different his own reaction was. He was proud of Nat, always, but he was too blinded by his own hesitations to see just how important this role was. “I’m just sorry I wasn’t at first,” he whispered to Nat, squeezing her hand as he hooked his chin over her shoulder.

She sighed and shook her head, her voice low and a bit strained as she said, “Chris, that wasn’t meant as a dig at you.” 

“No, I know it wasn’t but I just want you to know I’m sorry for not handling all that better,” he insisted. He paused as she turned in his arms, facing him now. A small grin appeared on his lips as he looked down at Nattie, still struck that they’d been each other’s for a year – and if he was being honest, for far longer than that – already. “I love you Nattie, and that matters more to me than anything in the world.” 

“I love you too, Chris,” she murmured, leaning up to press her lips to his quickly. As she pulled away from him, she smirked and her eyes twinkled when she added, “Which I think I’m proving by going on this stupid hike with you.” 

He rolled his eyes, reminding her, “I thought we agreed no complaining about the hike if you get to pick where to go to dinner.” 

“No you said that, I never agreed. If I’m getting dragged on a hike there’s going to be complaining,” Nat argued, laughing as he frowned and pinched her rear.

They finished getting ready, then left the old apartment and climbed down the many flights of rickety stairs before they were in the sunny San Francisco late morning. The streets weren’t too busy as they made their way over to where Nat’s car was parked, then they quickly made the drive to the trail. It was nearly lunchtime – something else Nat had realized and complained about – by the time they’d begun their hike, but getting to be alone, still technically inside of the busy city, on their anniversary, was one of the best gifts Chris could’ve asked for.

Chris shifted the backpack straps on his shoulders, feeling their water bottles inside the bag move. He squinted his eyes behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses, the bright sun too strong for the frames, but he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. He saw Nat stop walking ahead of him, waiting for him to catch up as she looked around. 

“I still don’t understand why people enjoy doing this,” Nat mumbled, but he knew the words were only teasingly said. She hadn’t been exactly… over the moon when he sent a link to a local hiking trail for them to do during his short visit to San Francisco, but she’d been more than open to the idea after a bit of discussion. But still, Nat was Nat, and she wouldn’t let a moment go by without some chance for banter.

His hand dropped from holding the strap of the bag to instead slap Nat’s ass lightly as he informed her, “Because it’s fun to be out in nature, so shut the fuck up and be happy.” 

“Yeah that really made my mood just brighten up,” Nat laughed, batting his hand away as her laughter echoed off of the large trees.

Chris’ eyes flicked down to Nat’s rear as they made their way up the steep trail side-by-side, watching the way her muscles tensed beneath the running shorts with the action. “With the way your ass looks in those workout shorts, I think I’m going to drag you hiking more often,” he informed her quietly, despite knowing they weren’t near anyone else for at least a solid mile. 

Nat laughed loudly at those words, shaking her head with a smirk as she suggested, “How about I wear them at home while sitting on the couch painting? That seems like a better compromise…” 

“You’re being a brat, I hope you know that,” Chris informed her, smiling to himself as they kept making their way further up the trail. 

“Oh I do, I just don’t care,” Nat giggled, reaching up to bat a fly away from her face. They fell silent for a moment as they kept hiking and listened to the sounds of the birds chirping in the trees above them before she added, “In all seriousness, I’m really glad you’re here Chris. I know how exhausted you must be after just getting done with filming and then flying out here.” 

He frowned a bit as he listened to her words, knowing it wasn’t that big of a deal. He’d been working on his latest film, one for Apple, since mid-February, and they’d wrapped with three days of filming in London the previous week. He’d already sent Dodger home with Josh, his longtime friend and personal assistant, prior to leaving Atlanta for London, and then had flown directly from London to San Francisco, getting in the previous day. He’d wanted to be with Nat for their anniversary, even if it meant an eleven-hour flight and a day of sleeping after he got in. “It’s worth it to be with you,” he told her honestly, his voice soft. 

“I’m just glad we’re okay, now,” she whispered, gently reaching to take his hand in hers as they walked. She was quiet for a moment before she admitted, “My dad didn’t even believe it when I told him we had broken up.” 

He frowned a little, knowing this entire mess was on him for walking out in a fury in the first place. “I’m sure Alex wanted to kill me and probably still does,” he sighed. 

She was silent for a few moments before delicately confessing, “Well… kind of, yeah.” 

“Ma was worried sick about both of us that week. She’d text me every day and ask me how I was,” Chris supplied, wanting to shift the focus off of Nat for a bit. He’d been practically embarrassed when he realized he’d have to tell not only his mother and father, but also his siblings, who Nat had grown so so close to, about their sudden split. It was humiliating to tell them the news, there was no other way to say it. Telling his Ma, when she asked how Nat was and what he and Nat were up to together during their call that night he’d arrived in LA…. it sucked. Then hearing from his sisters as they found out, and Scott… that hurt the most out of his siblings, since Scott and Nat had grown close in LA over the last year as well. He squeezed her hand gently in his own, adding, “She also told me just the other day that she thought about calling you so many times to check on you but didn’t want to overstep.” 

Nat smiled faintly at those words, admitting to him, “Honestly I would have been fine with it, I love her so much.” He laughed at that, knowing it was true. She and Lisa had developed such a close relationship since they’d met back in October, between calling each other often, connecting on social media, and also with Nat’s latest visit to Boston in February. It was a little reminiscent, in Chris’ own mind, of how Nat’s relationship with Shelly might look if things had gone differently. 

“Scott just told me how fuckin’ stupid I was,” Chris informed her with a chuckle, then he shrugged as Nat laughed loudly. “Which was fair.” 

“I think we’ve both agreed that both of us were equally at fault,” Nat amended as she swung their joined hands between them. With her free hand, she pushed her sunglasses further up her nose as she whispered to him, “I’m just glad you showed up outside that elevator.” 

Chris smiled, knowing that his last-ditch effort to fix this turned out to be the best decision of his entire life. “I just couldn’t go any longer without seeing you,” he admitted, reaching his free hand to adjust the strap of the bag again as he and Nat kept hiking. 

They were both quiet for a while as they reached the top of the trail – and if he had to guess, Nat was thinking ‘finally’. As they stood at the top of the trail, overlooking the Bay and feeling the strong breeze, Nat admitted to him, “If it’s any consolation, I was planning on calling you once I got settled in here.” 

He turned, looking down at her in surprise as he asked, “Were you, really?” 

“I really was.” 

Nat adjusted the basket of laundry in her arms as she tried – and failed – to sneak into the bedroom without waking Chris. The creaky door was too loud to be ignored as Chris’ eyes opened suddenly from where he was laying on his side beneath the fluffy duvet, his hair sticking up every which way. 

Although she’d ruined the last of his nap, there was a small smile that crossed his lips once they locked eyes. She gently dropped the laundry basket to the bed, watching as he slowly sat up with a yawn as he woke up more. 

“What time is it?” He asked, his voice gravelly as he ran a hand through his messy hair, attempting to flatten it a bit. 

Nat turned her bedside lamp on, watching the way Chris jerked a bit as his eyes adjusted to the light. “Almost five,” she told him quietly as she reached for her laundry, moving to put it in the dresser behind her. 

He nodded, yawning loudly before he pushed the duvet off of his bare chest. “I better get up, I need to take a shower before dinner,” he mumbled as he turned to get up off of the bed. 

“Baby, we can just stay in. We don’t need to go out to dinner,” she tried to reason, watching him stretch, the muscles in his back rippling. “I’m sure you’re still exhausted from filming.” 

He made his way around the bed, arching a single eyebrow as he passed her. “I’m not missing taking you out on our one year anniversary,” he told her, his voice firm and decisive. 

She rolled her eyes as she grabbed her leggings, turning to put them in the drawer as he stepped into the tiny ensuite bathroom. “Well you’re going to be here for like four more days so we have plenty of time to go out,” she called, listening as Chris scoffed.

Through the open door, Nat could see him reach into the shower, turning on the water for the shower. His head popped out of the bathroom one last, a firm look on his face as he replied, “I’m taking my Nattie out tonight,” just before he shut the door behind him to shower. 

Once they were both ready, they walked hand-in-hand to the highly-rated restaurant only a few blocks from Nat’s apartment, slipping into a table tucked in the back corner that had been reserved under Nat’s name. As they settled into the plush chairs in the dim lighting with glasses of wine in their hands, Chris peered at Nat over the menu. “I haven’t really gotten a chance to ask you yet how you feel like everything is going,” he began, pausing before he added, “Like with your job and moving here.” 

Nat took a long sip of the red wine, hesitating. “Well… it’s kind of hard to say right now. I mean, I’ve only been doing it for two weeks,” she slowly said, shrugging her shoulders. It just all still felt so unfamiliar to her, even outside of work, that she never felt as though she could relax fully. 

The sounds of her neighbors walking around, the creak of every door, floorboard, and cabinet in her apartment, to needing to pull up Google Maps so she could find the grocery store…. It was all things she never remembered noticing back when she moved to Los Angeles over a decade ago, and now at this point in her life… she hated the readjustment, especially while alone. 

He arched an eyebrow at her, giving her a suspicious look. “Ten days at work means that’s nine more days than you need to make friends,” he pointed out with an amused smirk. “Didn’t you become friends with Mark on your first day?” 

“Yeah I like everyone, but I haven’t really had a chance to connect with anyone in particular yet,” Nat told him, her voice quiet. She took another sip of wine to buy herself time, her eyes dancing around the dining room over Chris’ shoulder before she explained, “They’re all kind of close and I’m the new one coming in so it’s just different I guess.” 

“I know you’ll settle in,” Chris assured Nat. Her eyes followed his movements as he put the menu down on the table, reaching for a small piece of bread from the basket between them. “Have you gotten to explore San Francisco much?” He asked her with genuine interest, and she felt her shoulders slouch at the question. 

“Not yet,” she murmured, following his lead and taking some bread as she cleared her throat. “It’s been kind of weird being somewhere new again. It’s been almost fifteen years since I moved to LA so it’s just an adjustment.” Having made the decision to take this new role, Nat knew there’d be an adjustment period. But she’d forgotten how it felt to be somewhere new without anyone there with her, welcoming her home each day, exploring the city, visiting local restaurants, and getting acclimated together. Sure, she still had her friends, and she’d see Jamie when he came up every few weeks for meetings, but she was alone. Entirely alone, at the stage in her life where she felt ready to begin thinking about taking the next step. She loved what she did, but was finding it hard to muster the energy to face the next few days sometimes, let alone make it to the final deadline for the projects.  

Chris nodded, his expression sympathetic, but obviously unaware of the true depths of what she was feeling. “I can understand that but I’m sure once you get your apartment all set up and get into your routine, it’ll be better,” he assured her, his voice certain. 

“And my dad is coming to visit next weekend so I’ll maybe get to see around the city when he comes,” she said more to herself than anyone, feeling like having Chris here now and her dad’s visit coming up shortly after was a little lifeline to her while she tried to settle in. 

With a warm smile on his bearded face, Chris replied with, “I’m sure you will, and I can unpack a bunch of your stuff while you’re at work tomorrow.” 

“It’s just hard to adjust. I miss Los Angeles and my friends there and the Disney campus and just the… the life I had there,” Nat’s voice was soft as she stared down at the bit of wax dripping down the lit candle on the table, feeling nothing but disheartened about how things were starting here in San Francisco. 

“I know it’s not easy, especially since it has been so long since you moved but I know you’ll get used to the new place. It’ll be fine, Nattie, just wait and give it time,” he tried to encourage her genuinely. She knew that Chris could see that unsure look on her face, prompting him to go on to point out, “I’m sure when you moved to Los Angeles it wasn’t easy either, but it was worth it because that’s what you wanted to do. Now this is what you want to do so it’ll be worth it too.” 

Their conversation was interrupted when the waiter returned to take their order, and Nat quickly ordered her food before Chris took his time, ordering them a couple different things to share as well. 

She mulled over his words as he ordered, letting them sink in. Nat couldn’t help but begin to wonder if this really was what she wanted to do. With all that had happened between this promotion coming out of the blue, her exhaustion from the past few months of working like crazy, being apart from Chris and then ultimately fighting with him over this job while her family and friends were all encouraging her to take it, had taken its toll on her. This promotion had seemed like the perfect opportunity, it seemed to solve a lot of problems with her schedule and ticked that box in her heart telling her that she had made her family proud and worked hard enough to turn her passion into a full fledged career. 

But moving here and taking on this new job for the past two weeks hadn’t been as fulfilling as she’d expected it to be. She hadn’t woken up excited to go to work like she used to. She hadn’t been bubbling with excitement for her lunch break with her friends as she loaded her tray with the soft serve machine. She hadn’t been able to feel like this place was her home yet… in fact she didn’t even feel like she fit in. But then again, it had only been two weeks. Maybe she just was expecting too much or wanting some lightbulb moment that didn’t really exist. 

She tried to remind herself that what Chris said was probably true, that she just needed time to settle in and get adjusted. In the back of her mind though were those other words Chris said weeks earlier when he told her that this job wasn’t her or what she wanted. She remembered him inferring that she was just getting caught up in wanting to succeed, that she had lost sight of what it was that she wanted. That thought seemed to linger in her mind, wondering if Chris had known her better than she’d known herself in that moment and that maybe deep down this wasn’t the right decision. 

At the lingering thoughts in her mind, the stubborn part of her personality seemed to kick in. Nat knew that this was what she should be doing. This job was the normal path to keep succeeding and moving up, not to mention having better hours and more flexibility moving forward. She was determined to make this work and knew that she just had to try harder to adjust to her new life. This evening though, she didn’t want her thoughts to be consumed by her job, and instead wanted to fixate on the fact that the man she was madly in love with and sitting across the table from her now had been in her life for an entire year. 

“I’m just glad you’re here with me,” she whispered, her voice full of emotion. She reached out over the small table, holding his hand tightly.

“I am too, baby,” he answered easily, a wide grin on his lips as he squeezed her hand tightly. “I certainly never thought that when I said yes to doing Lightyear that I’d not only be getting my dream job, but my dream girl.” 

She huffed out a laugh, shaking her head and rolling her eyes at him as she sarcastically replied, “Yeah I’m really glad I could sweep you off your feet by slamming into that glass door for your first impression of me.” 

“I was pretty hooked on you from day one,” Chris added, his bright blue eyes twinkling in the dim lighting of the restaurant. He leaned back in his seat as he held her hand still, adding, “And I still am.” 

“If you would have told me when we met during that meeting that I’d be sitting across from you celebrating our anniversary, I would have laughed my head off. I would have said there was absolutely no way,” Nat admitted to him. She could have never predicted having any sort of friendship with Chris back when they first – briefly – met during that daily. But through some pull and some way, they’d grown closer, forming a friendship before it eventually evolved into… this. This absolute greatest love she had known and would ever know. 

“I’m pretty glad things worked out the way they did,” he told her, his voice barely above a whisper. He squeezed her hand a few times as he added, “I love you, Nattie.” 

“I love you too, Chris,” she replied easily, knowing she’d never hesitate to tell him that. “And I just keep loving you more.” 

“I hope you know, I’m not planning on this being it. We got a lot more anniversaries to celebrate, for the rest of our lives.”

As Chris spoke those words, Nat knew in her heart that it would be true. Somehow she just knew that they were going to be together because all of this just felt so… right. She knew they were meant for one another and both of them were determined not to let anything get in the way of that again. It felt like so many things were up in the air right now for Nat. She was trying to figure out a new job, settle into a new city, and basically start this new chapter of her life and all of it just seemed so overwhelming. Sometimes she just felt so lost, wondering if this was the right thing to do or how it would play out, but through all of this uncertainty there was one thing in her life that she was completely sure of, and that was Chris.

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Sandtrap Flat

(CC List + Links)

World Map: Oasis Springs

Area: Bedford Strait

Lot Size:  30 x 20

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

Packs Needed

Expansion Packs

Cats & Dogs

For Rent

Get Famous

Get Together

High School Years

Game Packs

Dream Home Decorator

Parenthood

Strangerville

Kits

Desert Luxe Kit

Build Mode

Felixandre

Soho Pt. 2 (Light Switch Medium, Metal Door Medium)

Harrie

Klean Pt. 2

Klean Pt. 3

Kwatei Pt. 1 (Double Arch Short, Front Door Glass- Medium, Front Door Solid – Short)

Peacemaker

Rustic Siding

Pierisim

Tilable (Plaster)

Woodland Ranch (Wooden Ceiling)

Buy Mode

Anniee-sims

Lilah Prints (Mesh Needed)

Anye

Prio (Duvet)

Townhouse (Loopchair)

Awingedllama

Boho Living (Wooden Arch Floor Mirror)

BlueTeas

Curtains

Jasmine Teenage Bedroom (Pendant Lamp)

Allen Seating (Walt Ottoman V2)

CharlyPancakes

Lavish (Clothing Only)

ClutterCat

Baby Boo (Coloring Book, Pouf, Tulip Vase)

BubbleGum (Calendar, Color Candle I Big)

Busy Bee (Glass Jars, Pen Holder, Pencil Case)

Cozy Cocina

Fairylicious (Cushion Pile, Kids Art)

Sunny Sundae Pt. 1 (Candle Small)

Sunny Sundae Pt. 3 (Alarm Clock, Open Book, Vanity Mirror)

CowBuild

Minotti Ottoman I

Felixandre

Berlin Pt. 3 (Desktop)

Kyoto Pt. 3 (Bath Tray)

Shop The Look S1 (Magazine Stand, Tassel Rug)

Shop The Look S3

Soho Pt. 1 (Sideboard, Woven Rug)

Soho Pt. 4 (Ficus Planter, Stool)

Harlix

Baysic

Baysic Bathroom

Harluxe (AC Control, Book w Sunglasses, Light Switch, Makeup Tray, Mini Bar)

Jardane (Counter, Grill, Sink – Deep)

Kichen (Bowls, Glasses, Plates)

Livin’ Rum (Bookstand, Coffee Table Book, Frame Tv, Stacking Box)

Orjanic Pt. 2 (Foxglove Vase)

Harrie

Brownstone Pt. 1 (Shelves)

Brutalist Bathroom (Bathtub, Block Vanity – Centre/Curved Left & Right, Frame Mirror – Large, Rectangular Sink, Shower, Tiled Decorative Shelf)

Coastal Pt. 7 (Mirror)

Halcyon Kitchen

Shop The Look (Wooden Bowl)

Shop The Look 3 (Coffee Tables, Cushions, End Table)

JoyceIsFox

Simple Live #7 (Cooking Utensils, Double Chopping Board)

KiwiSims4

Blockhouse Dining (Pendants)

Piha Living (Chandeliers)

KKB

Citrus Room (Samsung the Serif Ver1)

Ledger Atelier

Mohan Living Pt. 3 (Sofa)

Nordheim Bathroom Pt. 1 (Bathrobe)

LittleDica

Delicious Kitchen (Paper Towel)

LorySims

2021 Ford Bronco

MyCupofCC

Bathroom Collection (Woven Bath Mat)

Nordica Sims

Art Poster 01

No Style x Woodland

Annika Meabh Sofa

Peacemaker

Creta Kitchen (Bar Fridge, Short Lineal Light Beam)

Ellipse (Ottoman)

Kitayama Bedroom (Half Moon Headboard)

Kassova Sectional

Matilda (Backpack, Jacket, Knit)

Pierisim

David’s Apartment Pt. 1 (Books 3 & 4)

David’s Apartment Pt. 2 (Nightstand, Open Book, Pile of Jumpers 2, Pile of Trousers 1 & 2, Shoes, Wooden Side Table)

MCM Pt. 3 (Metal Sconce 2, Narrow Rug Long, Narrow Rug Short, Wall Mounter Accent Table)

MCM Pt. 5 (Hair Dryer, Hair Straightener, Wigs)

Winter Garden (Olive Tree)

Pilar

Osaka Lamp Oval Large

Plush Pixels

Calm Sofa

Ravasheen

Knit Happens Clutter

Procrafination

RusticSims

Kind of Modular (Books, Deco Jar)

Loft Pt. 1 (Lampara de Pie Petrea)

Sooky88

Justina Blakeney x Loloi Area Rug

Mixed Modern Square Rug

Sundays

Canggu Pt. 3 (Pillows I)

Kediri Pt. 1 (Throw Pillow – Solids)

Juniper Terrazzo Floor C

Swell Pt. 1 (Bolster Pillow)

TaurusDesigns

Eliza Walk-in Closet (Clothing Only)

Tuds

CRIB (Pendants – Small/Medium)

Winner9

Yokeda Wall Lamp Triple

DO NOT REUPLOAD MY LOTS.

DO NOT CLAIM THEM AS YOUR OWN.

DO NOT PLACE BEHIND A PAYWALL.

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[pwlanier]

19th c. Carved Wooden Inkwell, depicting a pug dog with glass eyes emerging from a

black painted shoe, with hinged brass lid/holder and original glass bottle.

Thomaston Place

[twinsimming]

I posted 105 times in 2022

That's 44 more posts than 2021!

93 posts created (89%)

12 posts reblogged (11%)

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I tagged 105 of my posts in 2022

#twin is talking - 65 posts

#asks - 59 posts

#sims 3 - 42 posts

#ts3 - 39 posts

#download - 38 posts

#my cc - 36 posts

#4t3 - 35 posts

#4 to 3 conversion - 35 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Yoga Mod by Twinsimming & Alunn 🧘🏾‍♀️

This mod brings the yoga activity from The Sims 4: Spa Day to The Sims 3. Originally created by Alunn, I recently took over to add additional features and bring it to release!

This is a script mod that can be placed in your Packages folder. It was built and tested on 1.69 but should work fine on 1.67.

Overview

New Object: Yoga Mat

4 New Interactions

49 Converted Animations

10 Yoga Poses

Objects

Entertainment -> Sporting Goods

The Perfect Yoga Mat: two channels | §130 |

Zen Again Yoga Mat: two channels | §125 |

| All TS4 presets included and base game compatible |

The yoga mat is draggable in Live Mode and can be placed in a sim’s personal or family inventory.

Yoga Mat

Using any of the yoga mat interactions will build the Athletic skill (except for Children), though some more slowly than others. As your sim’s skill increases, they will learn new yoga poses and improve on their execution of previous ones.

A sim’s Athletic skill also determines how long they can use the mat before becoming Fatigued* (anywhere from 4-7 hours):

Skill Level 1-3 (Poor/Novice): 4 hours

Skill Level 4-6 (Normal): 5 hours

Skill Level 7-9 (Skilled): 6 hours

Skill Level 10 (Expert): 7 hours

*Children will always get Fatigued after 3 hours.

Your sim won’t gain muscle, lose weight, or become more fit from using the mat, but they will fulfill any generic workout related wishes. And sims won’t lose Hygiene as fast as they would using other athletic equipment.

Sims aged Teen and up will switch into their athletic outfit, take off their shoes before using the mat, and put them back on when finished. Children will switch into their athletic outfit, but leave their shoes on.

Pregnant sims can use the mat in any trimester!

Interactions

Practice Yoga (Child and Up): Raises Athletic skill, gives sims the Tranquil moodlet after 2 hours, small boost to Fun need

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644 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

#4

Contemporary Teen Bedroom Set 🛏

Hi everyone, I’ve finished my first set of conversions from The Sims 4: High School Years! I’m breaking the objects up into sets since EA did a really good job this time around making complete sets of bedroom furniture. The first one up is contemporary themed and includes a bed, desk, dresser, end table, shelving unit, rug, and a few other décor items. 

Most of the objects included have overlays on some areas while others remain CAStable. I did this to provide as much flexibility as possible for customization, so there are several CAStable presets available for each object. The top photo is fully decorated and the bottom photo shows just the objects that come in the set.

I don’t want to make this post too terribly long, so if you’re curious about where an object in the top preview photo came from please don’t hesitate to ask!

Comfort

Slightly Sneaky Storage Double Bed Frame: one channel | §50 |

Slightly Sneaky Storage Double Bed Pillows: three channels | §400 |

Slightly Sneaky Storage Double Mattress: four channels | §300 |

Décor

Artistic Assembly: non-CAStable | §65 |

Hobby Holders: non-CAStable | §100 |

Rug Hongry: one channel | §65 |

Study Stacks Expanded: non-CAStable | §65 |

Storage

Drawers for my Drawers: three channels | §410 |

Surfaces

For Star Shelving: three channels | §140 |

Simple Yet Stylish Wooden Desk: three channels | §450 |

Steadfast Side Table: three channels | §140 |

| All TS4 presets included and base game compatible |

Credit: meshes by EA, mesh by aikea-guinea, The Sims 4, Sims4Studio, TSRW, Blender, Milkshape, Photoshop, and Gimp.

Download (SFS, package) | Mirror (MEGA, package)

Experiencing issues with my conversions? Inbox me. Enjoy! 💙

651 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

#3

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679 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

#2

INSOMNIA by Charly Pancakes Conversions 💤

Charly Pancakes is one of my favorite custom content creators for The Sims 4, so naturally I had to have their stuff in The Sims 3 as well! I’ve converted all six items from their INSOMNIA set to share with you today. This set contains a wardrobe, a bed frame, a mattress, a small potted plant, a rug, and a functional candle.

The floor plant is from kandiraver-sims here, the suitcase end table is from Around The Sims 3 here, the wall art is from julietsimsccblog here, the mirror and hand sculpture are previous conversions of mine here and here, and the flooring is from pixelfrogslegs here.

Comfort

Double Bed Frame [by Charly Pancakes]: one channel | §370 |

Organic Cotton Bedding [by Charly Pancakes]: four channels | §260 |

Décor

Insomnia Small Plant [by Charly Pancakes]: one channels | §60 |

Insomnia Rug [by Charly Pancakes]: two channels | §170 |

Lighting

Birdskull Candle [by Charly Pancakes]: one channel | §80 |

Storage

Insomnia Wardrobe [by Charly Pancakes]: two channels | §580 |

| All TS4 presets included and base game compatible |

Credit: meshes by @charlypancakes​, The Sims 4, Sims4Studio, TSRW, Blender, Milkshape, Photoshop, and Gimp.

Download (SFS, package) | Mirror (MEGA, package)

Experiencing issues with my conversions? Inbox me. Enjoy! 💙

792 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Country Cottage Kitchen Set 🥚

Happy new year everyone! 🥳 I haven’t converted a kitchen set since 2020, which means it’s past time for another one! @hideoutpeach sent me an ask a while back about converting items from the Sims 4: Country Kitchen Kit, so I converted everything with the exception of the sink and cabinets. I also converted my favorite fridge from the Sims 4: Cottage Living!

I also just hit 1,000 followers on this blog! I’m so glad so many of you like my conversions, it means a lot to me!! 💙💙💙

Appliances

ReFridgeAdeezer - by Re FrostyFridge Corporation: three channels | $500 |

Pancakes at Dawn Stove: three channels | $600 |

Country Charm Fridge: two channels | $1750 |

Décor

Handy-Dandy Flower Caddy: two channels | $35 |

Granny's Cozy Casserole Dish: one channel | $83 |

Nicki Knack's Anything 'n Everything Jar: non-CAStable | $45 |

Heritage Bread Box: three channels | $75 |

Heritage Flour Tin: two channels | $63 |

Bountiful Bucket: non-CAStable | $57 |

Surfaces

Country Charm Shelf: one channel | $165 |

| All TS4 presets included and base game compatible |

Credit: meshes by EA, The Sims 4, Sims4Studio, TSRW, Blender, Milkshape, Photoshop, and Gimp.

Download (SFS, package) | Mirror (MEGA, package)

Experiencing issues with my conversions? Inbox me. Enjoy! 💙

1,179 notes - Posted January 19, 2022

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[yeonsclover]

There was request with this but….

Asta and noelle go on a mission to the heart kingdom, and they decide to crash in a abandoned house for the night,

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“Great well now we definitely won’t make it home in time the sun is already setting”. Noelle said rolling her eyes. Asta had insisted that they stop for food on the way back from their mission in a small village in the heart kingdom. They were currently walking through a swamp and decided to stop, and take a break at an old abandoned house.

“We’ll just spend the night here we have sleeping bags packed incase something like this happens” he said walking inside.

It was a one story house that was barley standing up on its own, the wallpaper was peeling, and with every step the two took the old wooden floor would creek.

“There’s no way I’m staying here” noelle said tip toeing through the house. “Well you can try to head back and hope to make it to the base before sundown” he said removing the two sleeping bags from the holder. Of course he knew she wasn’t going to actually try to head back so he was nice enough to set her sleeping bag up for her. Laying both of their sleeping bags next to each other on the floor.

“All done” asta said getting inside of his sleeping bag with the black bulls logo over printed on to it. “ are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna go to actually go to sleep” asta said looking up at noelle as he rest he’s head against the built in pillows of the sleeping bag.

She stomps over to her sleeping bag kicking off her shoes in the process, getting inside of it and laying down facing asta.

“Don’t look at me like that idiot” with a noticeable reddish pinkish tint on her cheeks she turns the opposite direction away from asta. “I’m cold” he said peeking his head in the over noelle.

Picking up his sleeping bag and moving so he’s facing noelle again he nuzzle his face into he neck wrapping his arm around her waist. Noelle can feel astas smirk in her neck (he knows what his doing). She wraps her arms around him.

“Stupid idiot” she hates that he has this effect on her, and what she hates even more is the fact that he KNOWS he has this affect on her. Most of the time he’s a total dumbass when it comes to this. But at times he knows just how he can tease her. He knows what to say,and what to do to get her all red in the face, and she hates it’s but she also loves the feeling more than anything in the world

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