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yeonzzzn · 3 months

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consequences: sim jaeyun

pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: 4.4k

synopsis: folding your boyfriends laundry is a normal for you, mostly when his schedule is busy. so being the good girlfriend you are, you fold his laundry and stumble upon his soccer jersey, deciding to tease him with it and ultimately dealing with the consequences of your actions once he returns home.

genre: established relationship, non-idol!au, soccer player!jake, smut

warnings: swearing, sending nudes, bratty reader, masturbation, degrading, unprotected sex, dom!jake, jake rips readers panties, he is rough with reader, hair pulling, sex on the counter top, finger sucking, edging, MINORS DNI, lmk if I missed anything ♡

this is specially dedicated to @alvojake for helping me create this masterpiece ♡

You let yourself into your boyfriend's apartment, finding the hidden spare key inside the fake potted plant by the door, and strolling on inside. You knew he didn’t mind, you practically lived here anyway, preferring his bed over the shitty one you had back at the dorms. You might as well just move in with him at this point, most of your clothes and belongings are here as well.

Again, it was perfectly normal for you to randomly show up at his apartment even when he wasn’t home. Sending him a quick text letting him know you’re waiting for him to come home from work and soccer practice, to which he responds back with three heart-eye emojis.

Jake is always working so hard, not just at his job and college, but also at his sport, and on top of being a great boyfriend and always making time for you within his busy schedule. Taking the “if they want to they will!!” to a whole other level. Jake spoils you, cooks for you, always makes sure you feel loved and cared and most of all, he communicates.

And because he is always giving everything his one hundred percent in all areas, the least you could do is help keep his apartment clean, fridge and pantry stocked with food, and keep up with his laundry.

Which is the first thing your eyes are laid upon when you walk into the apartment, seeing all his clothes tossed onto the couch with his clean clothes laundry basket sitting beside the coffee table.

The apartment smelt of his laundry detergent and soap, the sweet smell of lavender and honey filling your senses as you stepped closer to the couch, on instinct sitting down in the middle of the couch and picking at the clothing one by one to fold them. Separating them into categories as you folded: jeans and sweatpants, boxers and socks, shirts, tanks, and sweatshirts, his hoodies, his dressier clothing, and last but not least, his soccer jerseys.

Not only did Jake have a couple extra jerseys from the team he plays on for the college you both attended, but professional jerseys from his favorite teams.

One by one, you took the now folded laundry to his bedroom, placing them neatly in his dresser. But once it was time for the jerseys to be played neatly in, you accidentally dropped one onto the floor.

With a sigh, you gently pressed the other jerseys into the drawer, then picked up the now unfolded one. You stared at his last name printed in big bolded “SIM” lettering, your eyes roaming at the blue and white stripes of your college's colors, then wandering up to the full-length mirror that rested against his bedroom wall, seeing your reflection.

You rubbed your thighs together at the thoughts that came into your mind, tucking your lip between your teeth.

You didn’t think twice about removing your clothing, leaving you completely naked until you pulled his jersey over your head, your hard nipples poking through the thin fabric.

Sitting yourself on the floor in front of the mirror, you snapped a few photos, spreading your legs wide enough to expose your cunt and sitting straight enough that your nipples could obviously be seen. You turned yourself around, sitting pretty on your legs, lifting his jersey up enough to get a perfect view of your ass, and snapped a couple more photos.

You grinned at yourself as you double-checked each photo, being satisfied with the outcomes. All you had to do now was send them on their way to your boyfriend.

Jake sat at his computer desk, picking the lint out of the pockets of his jeans while watching Heeseung and Jay play rock paper scissors out of pure boredom. Usually, on a normal day, there’d be something to do. Whether that was paperwork, speaking to clients, scheduling meetings, or placing orders. But today? Not. A. Damn. Fucking. Thing. It took everything in Jake to not purposely sit back into his chair far enough that it tipped over and caused a panic just to help give everyone something to do.

He checked the clock at the far end of the office, still two hours left before he could dip out and head to soccer practice then return home and be in your arms. Which was the only thing keeping him from jumping out the second-story window from this boredom, by the way.

As if the thoughts of you were enough to manifest your text, he couldn’t hold back the smile at seeing your name on his phone.

you: I folded your laundry jakey <3 jake: tysm baby <3 what would I do without you fr fr?

The love Jake felt for you in this moment made him feel all warm and content, you were so good to him and for him. He literally couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend.

you: I did more than just your laundry. jake: oh? you: [6 image attachments]

Jake nearly dropped his phone to the floor, his pants growing tighter the minute those sexy photos popped up in his texts. Quickly locked his phone and with a swift motion glanced over his shoulder making sure none of his co-workers were behind him when he received those photos.

You smirked at seeing he read the message, already knowing he was probably panicking while being as hard as a rock. Leaning back on your ass to spread your legs further apart, you slide your fingers down your folds, spreading your lips apart. The very thought of Jake squirming at his desk to hide his raging boner had you completely soaked.

Jake tried to clear his thoughts, to take deep breaths to keep calm and soften his cock but not having any luck. The images of bending you over this desk in front of him and railing the fuck out of you in his jersey wouldn’t leave his brain. His pants grew ever more tighter against him.

He knew he had to take care of this boner and fast before anyone noticed and he became the laughing joke for the next month.

With anger now fueling him, he grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and held it close to his lower stomach as he stood from his chair, “Gonna take a quick break, be right back,” he said to Heeseung and Jay, they giving him a quick nod before returning to their rock paper scissors game.

Jake slammed the bathroom door shut and locked, tossing his jacket to the counter. Unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down feeling the relief of his throbbing cock not being restricted, slamming his back against the door.

Jake fumbled with his phone in his hands, fingers shaking as he texted you back after saving each photo one by one.

jake: that was risky sending nudes like that while I am working. you: but you loved it, didn’t you? ;) jake: what if someone saw them? i’m the only one who gets to see you like that. you: oops you: [2 image attachments]

He clicked the two new photos, seeing the way your fingers spread your folds apart, your cunt glistening against the sunlight that beamed into the room from your slick.

Jake gritted his teeth, immediately dialing your number and pressing the phone to his ear, the call instantly going to voice mail, “ugh fucking whore,” he grumbled, redialing your number again. You knew better than to ignore his call a second time and answer.

With a shaky voice, you said, “Hey baby,”

“Hmm don’t hey baby me,” he growled, his free hand palming himself through his boxers at your voice, “you’re being so risky right now sending me those nudes, YN.”

You could tell by his voice how hard and turned-on he was. You could hear it in his voice that he was touching himself. It made you circle your fingers on your clit and cunt clench around nothing, “Hmm but you’re enjoying it, aren’t you Jakey?”

He slid his boxers and jeans down to his thighs, seeing how red and angry his cock was, how the precum slowly dripped down the side of the tip. He took himself in his hand and slowly pumped himself, “You’re being so naughty right now, being so slutty.”

You softly moan at him degrading you, rubbing your fingers against your fuck hole, the lewd sounds making their way into Jake’s ear.

“You better not be touching yourself,” he snapped, pumping his cock faster, tightening his fingers. He was so angry and so horny that the lines were getting blurred. He wanted nothing more than for his fingers to be the ones rubbing your clit, sliding his fingers in and out of you.

“And what if I am?” you cooed, hovering your fingers over your hole.

“Stop,” he demanded, “Stop pleasuring yourself without me there as punishment for sending me nudes while I am working.”

Jake had to admit this was so fucking hot. Even if your bratty behavior was driving him up a wall in more than just one way.

“And if I don’t?” you cooed again, licking your bottom lip.

“Keep being a brat and find out.”

You pushed your fingers into your cunt, releasing a soft gasp.

“You better not be fucking touching yourself,” he said again.

You giggled, then ended the call.

Oh, now he was pissed.

Jake dropped his cock against his abdomen, both thumbs moving at the speed of light in anger, texting out a message about your bratty behavior, but stopping midway through to see a photo and video coming up.

The photo made his jaw clench. His jersey was now pulled up over your breasts, your perky nipples on full display as your legs are spread even wider than in the last couple of photos, with two of your fingers pushed knuckles deep into your pussy.

What a fucking brat.

The video was worse. You moaned loudly as you circled your fingers around your clit, then slowly slipped them between your legs, gathering your juices from your seeping hole, rubbing it up and spreading it around your lips. A small amount of it leaked from your cunt, slowly dripping down to the hardwood floor of his bedroom and then the video ended.

WHAT. A. FUCKING. BRAT.

He spit in his hand and took his cock back into his palm, stroking himself faster than before, head tilting back onto the door, biting his lip to keep his moans at a minimal level as his thumb worked to text you back.

jake: it’s all over for you you: oh yeah? jake: yeah jake: i’m going to fucking ruin you

You smirked, locking your phone and tossing it onto his bed, and pulled your pretty dark blue panties back onto your body.

While you were smitten at what you’ve created, Jake is drawing blood from his lip at how hard his teeth bit down. His hand pumping him in a pit of anger. How dare you disobey him? Even if it made him even more horny, how dare you? It was one thing to be bratty while with him, but to be so brave to do it while he’s away from you? Did you think you were safe? Nah. It’s over for you the minute he steps foot into that apartment. You wouldn’t know peace. Getting everything but being gentle with you.

Jake flipped through the photos and video you sent him, watching again and again how your slick drips from your cunt and onto his floor until his cum shoots out, coating his stomach. He loved seeing you wearing his clothes, mostly his jersey. Loving seeing his last name printed on the back with your gorgeous fat ass out sitting so perfectly on your perfect legs. Jake didn’t hesitate to make that his new home wallpaper. It was so fucking hot even with how mad he was.

Jerking off might have taken care of his boner problem, but the main issue here is the fact he still has a little over an hour before getting off work and still had soccer practice to attend. The only thing Jake knew was you definitely made his workday entertaining.

You were banking on that by the time Jake gets off work and attends practice, he would be way too tired to even punish you. So you pranced around his apartment in his jersey and your dark blue panties with a big ole smile on your face.

Your stomach growled and decided to push your bratty, naughty girlfriend persona off to the back burner and go back to your sweet, caring, loving, and cute girlfriend persona who takes care of her boyfriend’s apartment while he’s away.

You cooked dinner, which you don’t often do but still will on days Jake has longer schedules like tonight—putting together the perfect recipe for spaghetti and meatballs.

Once the food was done, you checked the time, seeing Jake was probably off work now and heading to practice. You felt good knowing that once he returns home he’ll have a warm meal to eat.

Except, you weren’t expecting what was about to happen.

Jake skipped practice.

Being way too damn horny and couldn’t wait a second longer. Jake was lucky he was able to keep a perfect boner (that unfortunately resurfaced) during the last hour of work. Made a phone call the minute he was out of his company building to his coach about how something urgent came up and he’d be missing practice tonight.

Urgent as in him fucking you until you could no longer stand or walk. For a whole fucking week.

Jake was sneaky as he carefully pushed his key into the doorknob and tip-toed his way in. Slowly and quietly closing the door behind him and slipping out of his shoes.

The smell of dinner filled his nose as he turned the corner, seeing you stand at the counter with your back facing him.

Jake carefully made his way across the living room, removing his shirt from his body, stopping at the couch to quietly yank down his jeans and boxers and slide them over the back of the couch.

You hummed to yourself as you finished up your dinner, wiggling your hips to whatever song you had stuck in your head.

Jake adored you, he really did. The feeling of endearment filled his heart at seeing how happy and cute you looked right now. Jake almost—almost—forgave your behavior from earlier at the sight before him and the smell of dinner waiting for him. But his raging hard cock and the flash of your dark blue panties pulled him back. He’ll give you his forgiveness another time.

You barely pushed the empty plate away from you when you felt a pair of hands touch you. One at the back of your neck and the other on your back, shoving you forward onto the counter. Your face is now pressed against the cool marble.

Your breath hitched at feeling your boyfriend’s long, hard length connecting to your ass. You don’t even need to look at him to know the hands and cock touching you’re his. You could be blind and you’d know your boyfriend's hands without a second thought.

You finally saw him in your peripheral vision as his chest connected to your back, hot breath hitting your ear, “You think making dinner would put you in good graces?”

“Jae,” you whined, “You’re home so early.”

He chuckled into your ear, “Skipped practice, had more important matters to take care of.”

Important matters being to punish you for your behavior. You could already feel your slick pooling in your panties even as your heart raced, mind wondering what he had in store for you. You could also tell he was already naked, meaning Jake meant business and no amount of apologizing would save you. Not that you wanted to be saved anyway.

The hand that was at your back slid down, aggressively squeezing your ass before slipping his hand around your thigh and between your legs, feeling your wetness pool onto his fingers. Jake hissed at the feeling. You were soaked. He didn’t even need to prep you. And that drove him insane.

“I told you to not fucking touch yourself,” he growled, his tongue licking up your ear, “But you had to go be a slut and disobey me.”

You backed your ass against him, both hands shooting to your hips and gripping them tightly, “Don’t,” he warned, “Don’t fucking move.”

You obeyed, keeping as still as possible. Trying so hard to not rub your thighs together in anticipation of what is to come.

Jake lifted himself off of you, eyes drifting down to your dark blue panties, seeing the wet spot from your cunt on full display, all for him.

Jake didn’t want to wait those few couple seconds to slide your pretty panties down your legs and throw them across the room. No, no. That wouldn’t be fun. He looped his index fingers into the fabric and the sound of them ripping filled the kitchen.

“Jake!” you snapped, starting to lift yourself off the counter, only to feel his hand right back on your neck and face meeting the marble once again, “Those were my favorite panties!”

“Womp womp,” he cooed, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your neck, as his fingers slid down to your clit, “Shouldn't have been acting like a fucking brat today. I also told you to not fucking move.”

Jake violently, and fastly, circled his fingers on your clit. It took everything in you to not moan out in such pleasure. Not wanting to give your boyfriend the satisfaction of hearing you. He wanted to call you a brat? You’ll act like a brat.

Jake wasn’t stupid, he knew you were purposely holding back those sweet moans he desperately wanted to hear all in a way to get back at him. Unfortunately for you, Jake knows your body inside and out. Know what gets you going. Knows how to get you cumming with just his words alone. Knows how to work his cock in your pussy that will have you scream chanting his name at the top of your lungs for the whole apartment complex to hear.

He released his hand from your neck and wrapped it in your hair in a makeshift ponytail, yanking harshly to pull you up, your back now pressed to his chest.

“Wanna act like a fucking brat with me, hmm? What will be happening next is the consequences of your actions.”

Your bratty behavior was short-lived as his fingers worked faster against your clit, his breath whispering how much of a slut you were, his little whore, how bad of a girl you were acting today.

Your body tensed, and Jake removed his fingers, “Jae,” you whined at the loss of his fingers, feeling the climax you so badly wanted fade away, taking it upon yourself to slide your own fingers to your heat to finish yourself off, only for Jake to slap your hand away, and you were back to being bent over the countertop, your arms being pinned above you.

“Nah,” he groaned, his free hand gripping your thigh to bend it up and onto the counter, “Bad girls don’t get to cum, not when they disobey their boyfriend.”

You groaned against the marble, feeling your hot breath push back up at you, “Jae, I’m sorry,”

Jake smirked, he finally broke you.

“Oh, yeah?” he whispered, taking his cock between his fingers and lining the tip up to your fuck hole, “You’re sorry?”

You nodded, fingers gripping the hand that held yours. You wanted his cock so far up inside you so bad you were willing to beg, to apologize if it got you what you wanted.

Jake slowly pushed the tip in, “Use your words, baby,”

“Yes,” you pant, “I am sorry for being a brat.”

“Hmmm,” Jake hummed, “You’re still going to be punished.”

Jake aggressively pushed himself into you, completely bottoming out.

You chant out a string of “yes yes yes,” at him filling you up. But to your dismay, he didn’t move.

His fingers found your clit again, going just as fast as they did before his palm pushed down on your tummy, putting more pressure on his dick wrapped in your walls.

You let out wet moans, drool sliding out your mouth and onto the countertop.

“Louder, baby,” he groaned, “let me hear those sounds,”

You moaned louder, cunt clenching around him, and his fingers were once again gone.

You hissed at him and he just chuckled, “I told you bad girls don’t get to cum,”

He continued to edge you, dick still not moving inside of you, reminding you over and over again that this was your punishment, this was the consequences of your actions. Being denied the release you so desperately wanted.

Tears filled your eyes, head softly tilting up to make eye contact with him.

His pupils were blown out, full of lust, want, and need. You could tell by his facial expression he was losing his fucking mind. But Jake was strong-willed, and all it took was you locking eyes with him, batting those pretty eyes at him with those little tears for his grin to grow wider and decide to finally let you release.

Jake loved edging you, loved being so dominant and in control over you. Most importantly, he loved seeing how he’s ruined you.

“Cum,” he whispered into your ear, “Cum for me my love, make a sweet mess on my cock.”

You clenched around him, his fingers continued making their circles and showing no sign of slowing down until he felt your release on his cock.

“Fuck, yes,” he moaned, slowing his fingers.

Jake could feel your cum seeping out of your hole and down his thigh. He lifted your leg on the countertop even higher, spreading you so wide for him.

Then he started moving.

You yelped, your back arching, hands scrambling to get out of his hold to grip the counter. He fucked into you at a primal rate. The hand on your thigh squeezing the plush so hard his nails dug into the skin sure to leave bruises.

His hand released your hands and found their way back into your hair, pulling you back up against his chest.

“Scream my name,” he moaned into your ear, breathing unevenly from the pure pleasure his cock was feeling as he railed you against this counter, “Scream my name.”

And you did, using every ounce of air in your lungs to scream his name, his cock hitting your g-spot as your climax built up again. You already knew you’d have bruises on your hips from hitting the counter by his fucking, that your voice would be nonexistent in the morning, your legs would be jelly, and barely be able to move.

But you loved it. Loved every bit of it. These were the consequences of your choices, after all.

You leaned your head back onto his shoulder, mouth gaping open as you continued to moan out his name in pleasure. Jake couldn’t help himself, your mouth looked so pretty all open for him and shoved his fingers into your mouth, the middle pushing down onto your tongue.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, tongue swirling around his digits the best you could with the pressure he had on it.

Jake was losing his mind as he looked down at you, seeing the way your breasts bounce as his dick fucked up into you, seeing the way your nipples graze against his jersey.

Fuck he was so in love with you.

His thrusts became sloppy and not as aggressive. He was reaching his climax.

“Ughh m’gunna cum,” he moaned, your lips wrapping around his fingers and slightly biting down onto them, making him hiss in response.

Jake wanted to cum so fucking bad, wanted to feel you tightly around him as he came.

He shoved your leg off the counter, groaning as he forced your thighs to touch, making you so much tighter around him. You came right then and there from that pressure, sending Jake’s head spinning.

He bent you back over the countertop, removing his fingers from your mouth and gripping the other side of the counter, his hand that was in your mouth slipping from your saliva and accidentally shoving the plate that once held your dinner off the counter and onto the hard floor with a crash.

He pressed his chest to your back, using all his leg and hip strength to fuck harder into you in a way of begging for his release. His knuckles turned white from the grip he had on the counter, teeth biting down into your shoulder.

The last moan you let out in sync with his final thrust sent him over the edge, his cum painting your walls. Jake thrust a couple more times to chase his high, milking his cock with your cunt of every last drop until it was leaking down your leg.

“Fuck, fuck,” he pants, releasing the counter and running his hands down to your waist, softly squeezing as he plants soft kisses on your back, “I fucking love you.”

With a shaky breath, you told him you loved him too.

He pulled out of you, and lifted you from the counter, already seeing how wobbly your legs were, it boosted his ego.

Jake embraced you, kissing all over your face before landing on your lips in a soft, passionate kiss.

Just when you think you’ve paid your dues, Jake’s cock hardened against your stomach, and his eyes went dark again, his index finger pointing at the broken plate on the floor while his other hand gripped your chin, “Clean it up please for me baby while I eat the delicious dinner you made for me, can’t let it go to waste.”

You nodded, watching as Jake removed himself from you and walked to the stove, grabbing a plate. You studied his back muscles, lip tucking between your teeth at how sexy he was shirtless, how sexy his back was.

“Oh, YN?” you hummed in response, watching as he slowly turned to face you, “Drink some water to soothe that throat of yours will ya? You’re going to suck me off after I eat.”

You rubbed your thighs together in excitement. Hands playing with the ends of his jersey.

Maybe you’ll be a brat when he’s away more often.

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angelatsumu · 3 months

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allistic simon x autistic reader was just so heartwarming and relatable to read as i’m someone with the tism that often feels like a burden on others. it was so lovely, feeling like simon didn’t want to change the reader as a person or expect anything unreasonable of them, but rather accommodate them where he can. i also liked that he didn’t have to compromise himself and was able to do an activity he likes, but also care for reader! all around just really enjoyed the piece.

if i may, i’d love to request something where one of the reader’s safe foods/essential items is out of stock or being discontinued and how simon would help them navigate that situation. one of my fave essentials just got discontinued and i’m devastated lol ♥︎

hi there! i'm very happy that you enjoyed my first autistic reader piece. i'm sorry that your safe food is out of stock ): i get fairly frustrated when i can't have access to things that comfort me. i apologize in advanced for the subpar writing that will ensue this message.

allistic simon x autistic!reader: crisis averted

in which your lovely husband attempts to help you navigate the sudden unavailability of your safe food.

simon came back from his meeting on base a bit winded and more confused than when he'd originally left the home. the meeting was a cooperative planning session involving KorTac, and your husband failed to keep up with the newly-introduced objectives and profiles. his head hurt, frankly. the entire meeting he'd only been wondering what you'd been up to and if you missed him. when he finally entered your shared home, he was relieved to have the workday slide right off his broad, strong shoulders.

simon hummed as he heard the tapping of your PC keyboard, knowing you'd likely well into a deep dive of one of your special interests. he took off his boots by the door and calmly took steps toward the study, whistling as he walked. his eyes fell upon you in the throws of your own world of wonder, irises blown as you took in the information before you. Simon cleared his throat to grab your attention, and you peeled yourself away briefly to greet him. ,"hey Si," you hummed back distractedly, and your husband chuckled in response. "hi lovie," he grinned at you, moving to stand beside you and take in the media you were consuming. he stands there for a moment, enjoying your company, before he decides to trek to the kitchen for a snack.

simon peers around the area for signs of your appetite, signs that you had been feeding yourself and staying hydrated. he was met with an empty sink and dishwasher, and the items in the fridge looked untouched. the water filter was exactly as full as when he left this morning. he sighed, shaking his head before a lightbulb went off. maybe we're out of [food item]. that could do it, he thinks to himself, treking to the pantry to confirm the item was missing. he padded back into the study to greet you again, politely asking for your attention.

when you spin around to see a frowning Simon you instinctively feel puzzled, and of course Simon can tell by the way you stare at him blankly. "lovie, you didn't eat today?" he's soft when he speaks to you, ensuring that you don't feel scolded or punished. Your lover has been so understanding of your mannerisms, fully aware that your appetite was fickle and sometimes undetectable. you shook your head in response, words lost on you as you tried to recall your last meal. "there's no food item so I can't really eat right now," you responded cooly, and Simon nods his head in response. usually he'd kept up with the supply of your items, and he was honestly quite shocked that this wasn't upsetting you as much as he'd always imagined it would. he didn't want to press the issue, but he was mildly concerned that you may be pressing it down. "why didn't you say anything, are you not upset?" the question slides over your head, and you direct your attention back to the media in front of you. " 've been busy today," you respond as your eyes focus again on the screen. Simon sighs again, turning on his heels and heading to the bedroom for a change of clothes. he knew he'd be heading to the store now, or helping you through a meltdown later.

Simon had read up quite a bit on the fickle nature of meltdowns, and he was well versed in how unpredictable they may be. he'd listened to numerous autistic media creators mention their experience in reference to valves. when the 'special interest' tank was where you needed it, and your 'manual labor' valve was at a minimum, then that allowed for things like social interaction or emotional regulation. when you had no time to yourself and no time for the things that keep you happy, your mask began to slip and 'smaller' things that you normally coped with began to feel a lot heavier and less manageable. he knew that your special interest tank currently filled your cup to the brim, allowing you to ignore the constant discomfort of hunger and dehydration. he also knew that should this hunger persist it may heighten other, seemingly less significant, senses and experiences and he'd find himself well into meltdown territory. the longer he waited for you to notice your hunger, the more likely dysregulation would occur.

at the store, Simon's breath is stolen from him. the damned item was out of stock. he haggled a store employee, begging them to check their inventory again, but they'd been completely out of it. Simon found himself driving all over the city in search of this item, but he found nothing. at the fifth store he felt defeated, and he decided to search for the item online. to his dismay, it'd been discontinued. there was a pit in your husband's stomach at the information. to Simon's surprise, it seemed that his lovely spouse's support of this item hadn't been enough to singlehandedly keep the item in service. he scoffed as he thumbed through the list of items he knew you liked, all of which seeming a reach to coax you into eating.

Simon drives the 45 minutes back to the home, and you're pacing in the living room with your headphones on. Simon doesn't even have to ask, he knows you've overdone yourself with the screens and now your head hurts and your ears hurt; your ears always hurt when you're overstimulated. No matter how much you loved [special interest], you still found yourself overwhelmed if you indulged for too long.

you turn the music down at the sight of your husband in the doorway, waiting for him to speak. "Lovie, it seems that item has been discontinued." The words take a moment to be processed, but you fail to hide the disgust and frustration you feel about the information. you feel your chest getting tight, and the music doesn't feel loud enough. "i know this is difficult but-" 'How could we not notice it was discontinued? Why didn't i pay attention! It can't be! I don't want that. I don't want it." you began to cry, frustration coursing through you as your ears began to sting. You'd tried so hard to do better, to feel better for Simon, but now you felt helpless. Your brain began to eat away at you, blaming you for not keeping up with your own foods and snacks. Your pacing continues as you find yourself striking your chest repeatedly, trying to dull the pain of the situation. your mind felt like it was melting, and the tears continued.

Simon steps to you slowly, striking his own chest lightly and he nears your smaller frame. he slowly reaches his arms out beside him, allowing you to walk into his chest. his arms remain at his sides, and he allows the painful stimming to be transferred to his chest. your strikes feel nothing close to anything he'd truly suffered, and he hoped this would help you make it through this world-shattering time. he stands there for as long as you need him to, fully prepared for this to last several hours. the tears stain his shirt as you sniffle and sob, strikes getting lighter and lighter. you cry so much it leaves you dizzy, and your arms slowly reach out to simon's to wrap them around your frame. you give him two taps to let him know that you'd like to be squeezed, and he does so without complaint.

"You're safe, lovie. I'm sure this is very frustrating, so how about we order that Chinese food place you like. I know it's not safe food but it will feed you. I even have the exact order from last time, hm?" you offer him another two taps as confirmation, and he smiles.

Once you begin to come down from your meltdown, Simon is sure to help you change into your favorite pajamas and wraps you in your compression blanket. you two spend the evening in your bed watching your comfort show and eating takeout.

an: i hope this as comforting for you as it was for me while writing. simon would be such a loving and comforting partner, and I deeply believe he'd study you and learn you so well that he can help. if anyone you love is having a meltdown, try to remove any extra emotional or cognitive labor for them.

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campwillowpeak · 1 year

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So, we know how Harper gets when jealous and stuff…

But what are some creepy things he does? Like, does he steal our clothes when we aren’t looking or does he like have a bunch of pictures of us?

i love silly Harper, but i want to know the creepy yan parts of him too :3

War flashbacks to the hair jewelry arc

He def does the standard photo shrine, "borrows" some of your clothes, ect.

He also breaks into your home and takes full inventory of things like what you have in your pantry/fridge/whatever... snacks, food, whether you have crunchy or smooth peanut butter, etc. and then goes out and stocks his with the exact same. Or things like what kinda air freshener or laundry detergent or any other odds and ends you have that he can duplicate, so it kinda feels like you're living together, at least a little

If you were to go to his place you'd probably get this almost if not eerie sense of familiarity

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eye emojis u 🎭 but for bkg LMAO

niku baby 🥹 thank you for sending!!! our bkg brainrot begins NOW 🤧🥺❣️

🎭 A headcanon about what they lie about

(this is all aged up!! when he’s pro and everything!!)

i think bkg lies about inconveniences a lot, or at least only gives half-truths of it 🥺 it’s hard to explain, like, he definitely isn’t afraid to speak his mind if something’s bothersome or a hassle, but i think when it comes to the things he wants to do for you despite that, he won’t really let you know the full scope of whatever it is he’s had to go through 🤧🥲

he clears up a saturday for you, no occasion, just that he hasn’t been able to spend a lot of time with you lately (and you really don’t expect him to—never have, knowing that the job’s busy and this is just what comes with it) but you wake up and he’s there, making you breakfast and you catch on when he stays longer to eat it with you too 🥺 when you ask him about it he just shrugs, tells you he wasn’t assigned anything today and that’s it 🤧

he doesn’t tell you the full truth that he had to switch around a few shifts, even had to agree to do more paperwork (that he really doesn’t prefer) for the next week if it meant someone could cover for him today 🥺

i see bakugo as really thoughtful, as in, the type to remember things you say in passing only to bring it up later on/show up with it in hand, but i don’t think he’d ever be showy about it 🥲 & deep down in his shoujo-manga-reading heart, i think he’s a romantic too 🤧

he also definitely does a lot of things for you without really wanting you to know, just because you like to tease him about how sweet he is 🥺 that he loves you like this 🥺 your laundry’s folded the next morning after leaving it in the machine the night before 🥺 and if you tell him about one favourite drink or food, your pantry’s always stocked full of it without you having to do it 🤧 he never admits to it when you ask him (even though it’s so obvious because who else would do it, if not him?) 😭

i also think he definitely lies about finishing that chocolate bar you always keep in the fridge 🍫 he teases you for having a sweet tooth, but your stash is depleting a lot faster than it normally does, so you’re sure he’s getting nibbles of it 😭 (it all started when he ran out of energy bars—got home after a run to find that the only thing he could replace it with was your dang chocolate bar 🤧 and he’s been hooked ever since) when you confront him about it, he straight up lies to your face 😭 almost gaslights you into believing that you’ve been eating more of it lately without you realising 🤧 (tbh… this is his toxic trait 😭)

also, he for sure lies to himself when he catches feelings for you, no matter how obvious it is 🤧 the period of in-denial is long for this one 😭

send me any of these emojis with any character you have in mind and i’ll answer!

#this got long omg #of course i made it into fluff too bc that’s all i can do 😭😭😭#this was also so hard to think of bc i think he’s just like that as a person!!#can’t rlly express how he feels / what his real intentions are and sometimes it comes off the opposite!!#anyway thank u for asking niku baby !!!!#we been loving bkg lately …. our flash flash boom boom boy 🤧#i love him !!!!!!#ugh #bnha #katsu #ask game #rep #ask #niku tag #stellamancer #bakugo x reader

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angelmush · 1 year

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hiii im going to be living w my aunt over the summer and therefore buying my own groceries. I am going to be busy w summer classes and working on the weekends but I do rlly want to try cooking at least once or twice a week. I can make an egg and pasta but that’s about it. What are some of your fave recipes that aren’t super complicated that I could start with if you have any? (I am open to a minor challenge but cooking can overwhelm me so I like a challenge but not too much of one lol). I am also vegetarian (not vegan) if that matters! If you don’t get to this that’s okay !!! I hope u are well 🩷🩷🩷

now it's been a little while for me since i've had to use this model due to moving back home w my family for a time but when buying groceries for one person i found it helpful to follow this sort of structure about once a week! when i do this it feels a lot easier to 'wing it' in the kitchen and mix and match my meal components. and to preface, this is what i find to be helpful and everyone is different and finds different things to work for them!!

1-3 protein sources - i like to center my meals around this because i've found it helps me feel the most nourished and full, i always think of it as things that can be the 'star' of your dishes. i eat meat so i usually do salmon, chicken thighs, and alternate pork + beef. but for u that could b things like tofu, eggs, beans/lentils, mushrooms maybe, vegetarian 'meat' fakes lol, peanut butter if u like any peanutty noodle dishes

3-4 veggies - i love to snack on veggies so i usually get snap peas, cucumbers, + bell pepper just for snacking, and then something like brussel sprouts for roasting as a side dish w a dinner, these can also be frozen

2-3 types of fruit - i am a smoothie enjoyer bigtime so i get a combo of frozen and fresh, almost always mango, and then whatever is seasonal that i can see myself being excited to eat throughout the week

2-3 grains - pastas, premade pizza crusts, bread, rice, etc!! these rly round out ur meals!! and imo they make it simpler to make a meal on the fly. i am a huge fan of microwave rice LOL

2-3 multipurpose dips/spreads/sauces/condiments/pantry items - now here is ur golden ticket for being able to reliably make well rounded and varied meals!!! slowly building up your collection over time is the most cost effective way imo. it's helpful to stock up your pantry w things like baking supplies (flours, sugars, leaveners), spices, shelf stable canned goods (canned tomatoes, beans, vinegars, oils, soy sauces, fish sauce, cartons of things like oak milk), and 'fridge pantry' items (parmesan, herbs, lemons for juice and zest, miso, gochujang, ketchup, mayo, hot sauce, jam, pickles, etc). you can use these to season your food as you cook!

2-3 snacks/frozens - any microwave meals or chips or desserts you might want!!

using this structure makes it easier to look at what you have and be like, i have xyz and they would go together well.

EX. i have rice, tofu, and bok choy, now i can cook the rice and pan fry the tofu and bok choy with my pantry ingredients (soy sauce, miso, sesame oil, chili oil) and create a filling meal!

some of my favorites that could be made vegetarian -

ground pork seared on the bottom of a dutch oven in patties (you could sub tofu or use a fake meat replacement), broken up into smaller chunks, eaten with linguine, sliced snap peas or celery, + a garlicky peanut butter sriracha sauce

pizza w a store bought crust!! super easy, done in like 10 minutes! i like to make mine in a cast iron following this protocol

i really love to dress up ramen w sliced veggies and eggs

i like to make pasta dishes and then form a sauce w parmesan cheese, butter, pasta water, lots of lemon zest and juice and sometimes chicken stock, then adding in peas and fresh herbs at the end

idk if this was helpful at all, but i also have a recipe + recovery tag on my blog w more of these if that is helpful to you! im also on Instagram (@clementineoliveoil) and like to post what i cook there sometimes too!! i wish u all the most beautiful meals in your future!!

#asks #long post #whew sorry that was a lot

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Oh My Love (Damien Karras x GN Reader Pt. 2)

(Pt. 1) (Pt. 3)

You let your curiosity get the better of you. You press your ear to the door.

“Father…”

“It’s not unusual, Damien.”

“Forgive me, Father, but it doesn’t do much to reassure me. I don’t think I’m doing enough here.”

“What would you rather be doing?”

“I don’t know.” Damien sighs. He sounds exasperated. “And my mother is getting sick again… how much good can I be doing if I can’t even take care of her?”

Rating: M

Tags: religious imagery and symbolism, catholic guilt, priest kink, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, gn reader, queer characters, realistic depictions of anxiety attacks, s*icide, foul language, eventual sm*t

In the time since you’ve been gone from Georgetown, any friends you made in your undergrad program have gone their separate ways, onto their own master’s theses that have taken them hundreds to thousands of miles away. So, when you move into your cramped apartment on Prospect Street, and you’re surrounded by all your belongings reduced to a room of cardboard boxes, all you can seem to do is sit on your floor, record player spinning lazily as Helplessly Hoping by Crosby, Stills, and Nash plays. You’d managed to pull an outfit for your first day tomorrow, and that hung on the bedroom doorframe. But here, with an old Latin workbook in hand, you’re content to not move.

And it isn’t until your alarm clock screams you awake that you realize you’d fallen asleep on the floor, record player skipping on the final groove. You groan as you spot a dried pool of drool on one of the pages of the book you’d been reading. No matter. It was covered in annotations and markers anyway.

It's 5am. You groggily make your way to the bathroom to shower. The water takes a good five minutes to heat but when it does, it undoes the knots that formed in your back from sleeping on the floor. You really can’t complain about the apartment for how little you pay monthly. You also earn a small stipend for translating. It’s not a bad deal.

After showering you dress in running gear, though you suspect that it's going to be more of a brisk walk around the track field on campus. You cover all your hygienic bases. Of course, you remember that you still haven’t stocked your fridge or pantry, so breakfast is out of the question until you leave the apartment.

You sigh as you check your wallet. You have a wadded up 5 dollar bill and some loose change. Maybe it’s enough for a coffee and a bagel.

You’re grateful the walk from your apartment to Holy Trinity is only a couple of blocks, and there’s a food stall on the way. It doesn’t take you long to snag some food- stale bagel and bland coffee. You’ve also got a box tucked under your arm- a small collection of things you assume go into a study: pens, pencils, tape, a snake plant, and some coffee. You assume the church has a coffee maker somewhere.

Once you reach Trinity you store your box in your new office. It's small but features a square stained glass window behind the desk. It's perfectly suitable for your needs.

You'll spend more time in here later, but for now you're antsy and want to stretch your legs, even if there's still a crick in your neck from sleeping on the floor. You grab your coffee and scarf down your bagel and head for the field.

You ran competitive track during your undergrad and it paid for most of your schooling. The familiar smell of the rubber lanes excites you and even the fog on this morning can't keep you from smiling. You remove your Georgetown hoodie and stretch a little, letting your torso pop and crack as you move. It's a satisfying sound. You turn your head to crack your neck and notice a neat pile of a towel and a water bottle. Someone else is here.

And just when you re-lace your sneakers, you spot a figure running towards you on the track. Full sweats, so they must be a dedicated runner as well. You straighten, ready to greet the stranger, when upon closer inspection you realize it's not a stranger at all.

Damien Karras slows to a light jog as he draws nearer then slows to a stop when he reaches you. You sort of just look at each other for a moment, clearly surprised to see another person out this early.

“Um, hi,” you greet awkwardly. Damien is still trying to catch his breath when he gives you a polite wave. He reaches for the towel- his towel, and wipes sweat from his brow.

“Morning. Want to run?”

You're a little shocked by his sudden invitation. “I was just looking to take a walk. I don't wanna slow you down.”

He shakes his head and replaces the towel.

“I don't mind if you don't. I should probably take a break.”

You smile and grab your coffee. If it's a walk, you can drink as you go.

He lets you set the pace which is nice. You walk for a while in a comfortable silence before you decide to break it.

“So…”

“So.”

“You said you have an office on the second floor. That's professors, right?”

“Technically. The church paid for me to study psychiatry, so I offer counseling for students and church members alike.”

“That's pretty neat. If you've been on campus, how come I never saw you during my undergrad?”

“I was probably at Johns Hopkins. I only came back last year.”

“Hm. How do you like it?”

And for the briefest moment, you watch his face shift in the classic Catholic move of ‘lie or truth’. Which is more painful? Which is more sinful? The problem is, you don’t know him near well enough to decipher which side wins out.

“It’s an adjustment. I like being able to help people.”

“Well, sounds really noble to me.”

He smiles at you bashfully. It’s, frankly, adorable.

“So, what about you?”

“What about me?”

“What do you do besides re-read ancient texts and run in the mornings?”

“Well, you don’t know I run .”

He observes you for a brief moment before cracking a side smile. “Sure I do.”

You fight a blush. “Okay, well, I like to read- other than old pieces of parchment. Um, I love music, every kind of music.”

“You mean that?”

“Of course.”

“Because some people say it and don’t mean it.”

“Country, rock, classic, you name it. Obviously, running, and- oh, well you haven’t seen it yet, but I have a snake plant in my office. Which is weird, to think I have an office.”

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t know. I guess, it’s not that self-doubt, humble thing of ‘I don’t deserve it’. But it just feels…weird. Not what I expected.”

If you had been looking at him, you’d notice the obvious gears in his head turning. “You don’t feel like you belong?”

You shrug your shoulders. “I’ve always been a chameleon. I fit myself in and eventually the space, the people, even I believe it. Not that it’s always untrue. But it’s definitely a skill I put on my resume.”

“‘Chameleon’?”

You laugh. “Adaptable.”

“Ah.”

You walk for another moment in silence until you realize he’s waiting for you to say something. “Oh, okay. Well, since I’m done, I guess it’s your turn. So, what does Damien Karras like to do? And don’t say ‘pray’.”

“But I do.”

“But it comes with the territory. What do you like to do that you don’t have to do?”

He thinks for a moment. “Well, I read- and not just the bible,” you laugh at the parallel of your words. He stops speaking for a moment like he really has to think about it. Your smile falters a little at the mere idea. “I like movies.”

Your smile reappears and breaks wide across your face. “Aha! See! Damien Karras likes movies. What kind?”

“All kinds.”

You give him a teasing look. “Scary?”

“Okay, so not all kinds.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Well, now you know something I don’t like, so what’s something you don’t like?”

Oh, there’s plenty, but you don’t want to make the conversation too heavy, so you think about it. “Um, I don’t know. I don’t like asparagus. I… oh,” you chuckle. “Speaking of movies I guess, I, uh, don’t really like romantic movies.”

He comes to a full stop and looks at you amazed.

“Is it that surprising?”

“I suppose.”

“Why?”

“You just…you seem like you’d really love happy endings.”

You chuckle. “Not all love stories have happy endings, Father. Look at the bible. Heartbreak abound.”

He catches up with you and you resume your stroll.

“Do you attend church?” He asks suddenly, like maybe he's wanted to the whole time.

“Not regularly, but I get the wild hair sometimes. Why, do you?” You joke and he laughs. Something about making him laugh sparks a warmth in you.

“Well, you’ll have ample opportunity if you get the ‘wild hair’ again.”

You laugh and talk more about nothing in particular as you round up to the bleachers again after a second lap. By now, the sun is up, and you get the idea it’s probably time to head inside.

“I appreciate you sharing your morning with me, Father.”

“Please, Damien. Unless you prefer Father?”

Well. Not a question you were anticipating, nor one you’re keen on answering, Was there a word to describe being attracted to a kind, handsome priest and calling him father may or may not leave you with interesting feelings…

Damien is probably for the best.

“Alright…Damien,” you say. He seems pleased to hear you say his name.

“Well, I suppose we’d both better be off,” he says. “Office hours starting soon. You’ll let me know if you need anything?”

"Of course. Same goes for you, you know, if you need something translated.”

You two share smiles and Damien heads back for the dormitories and you go to your office. The box you brought with you still sits on the chipped, wooden desk. You sip on a glass of water you grabbed from the kitchen on your way, and sift through the box one handed. You retrieve your plant and place it carefully on the corner. There’s two empty bookcases that you definitely can’t fill now, but you can decorate it with a handful of books you brought with you. Your fingers caress the cool surface of a picture frame and you retrieve it, only to avert the gaze of the eyes in the photograph. Only for a moment, though, because you see it clearly when you place it on the shelf. It’s your parents, your brother. Anyone with any knowledge of your past would think it’s strange to have on display, but the human mind, and the human spirit, operate in strange ways.

Your things are successfully unpacked and the study still looks barren, even as small as it is. You decide to shake it off for a bit by hooking up your headphones and making your way to the library.

The library is a dreamscape. Rich red carpets, deep wood bookcases, green lamps- the works. You walk gracefully as this kind of space calls for, weaving in and out of aisles, fingering spines and trying not to fog up display case glasses. Finally, you settle on The Medieval Latin Hymn by Ruth Ellis Messenger and settle into an armchair by a window. The sunlight is warm against your skin and you tuck your feet under you, hoping in the back of your mind that no one will notice or care.

By the time you look up again, your journal is filled with notes, and the window behind you is dark. You rub your strained eyes and actually check out the book instead of just putting it back on the shelf. Tonight, it will come home with you and sit safely on your desk until you wake up the next morning, on time, and well rested.

When you come in the next morning, Father Dyer is waiting for you.

“Good morning! I was hoping to catch you before you got too busy. Father Merrin has just come in and-”

“I can speak with him?” you interrupt. Dyer smiles.

“Yes, of course. Right this way. Might I ask, why are you so excited to meet him?”

You blush and shrug as he leads you up a set of grand stairs by the library. “Mostly reputation. I’ve read a lot of his reports from his archaeological digs and find them fascinating. I’ve also listened to recordings of him reading some old texts. I just think he’s a really interesting individual.”

“Well, don’t tell him that or he’ll get very humble on you. Right through here.”

The two of you stop in front of an office door and Dyer gives it a knock. “Come in,” a voice says. Dyer opens the door for you and you peer inside. The study is no bigger than yours but is filled to the brim with all sorts of things- books, figures, artifacts, more books, and things you have no chance of identifying. Merrin looks up from his desk and removes a set of spectacles. At the sight of you, he stands.

“Father Merrin, this is y/f/n y/l/n. They are studying with us for their master’s. Y/n, this is Father Lankester Merrin.”

Father Merrin has come around his desk to greet you and you shake hands. You grin wide.

“Father Merrin, it is an absolute honor to meet you. I’ve always wanted to have the opportunity to speak with you.”

Merrin laughs like he can’t believe it. “Well, I’m flattered. Come, have a seat. Thank you, Joseph.”

“Of course.” Dyer gives you a slight nod before backing out of the study and closing the door. Once you’re seated, Father Merrin looks at your hands.

“What have you got there?”

You check because you’ve honestly forgotten, but you’re clutching the book from last night, along with your bag.

“A book about 13th century Latin hymns. I’ve been annotating it.”

“May I?”

You hand him the book and he turns it over in his hands. “My… yes, I believe I read this when it was first published. That was…oh, some twenty years ago, I think. Yes. Well I must say, it does please me to see another young person joining our ranks, if you don’t mind me saying so.”

He hands the book back to you and you tuck it into your bag. “I’m glad to hear it. Truthfully, it was a positive twist of fate. I came back to Georgetown and they placed me here. Not that I wouldn’t have chosen it, but…”

“Happy coincidence?”

“I was gonna say divine providence,” you laugh, and so does he.

“Did you grow up in the church?”

“I did, yeah. I left for a while, and other than the obvious, I haven’t really…returned, you know?”

He nods. “I understand. Some would say there’s something to be admired about studying something you’re not sure you believe.”

You lose words for a moment. You’d question the audacity of that statement if it weren’t so absolutely spot-correct. He’s smart. As smart as you had expected.

“If you find those people, could you send them my way? I haven’t met them yet.”

“Not your family?”

Your smile falters. “No. They, uh, they passed. Maybe they would’ve approved. Maybe not.”

Merrin nods. “My deepest condolences. I hope you don’t feel that this is an interrogation. I assure you that’s not my aim.”

You find a smile to give him. “I know, and I appreciate it. If you don’t mind, I actually had, well, quite a few questions for you. I read your report on the dig in Kuwait and found it absolutely fascinating…”

And you went on and on and on, questioning him about his research, his time in the church, his home life and his family, and the entire time he was fully transparent, never hesitating, never holding back. You probably could question him for hours if there isn’t a knock on the door behind you.

“Come in,” Merrin says. You turn around and see Father Karras poke his head inside. At first, he doesn’t even see you, just finds Father Merrin and swallows.

“Father…” then, his eyes find you. “Oh, good morning, y/n, Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt.”

“No,” you check your watch and see that it’s almost 11. “I should probably actually go do my job.” You stand, and Father Merrin follows suit. “Thank you so much for your time, Father. I really do appreciate it.”

He shakes your hand again. “Of course. My door is always open.”

You give him one last smile before passing Damien at the door. You give him a polite smile and nod, even if the close proximity does something to your insides, but he hardly acknowledges you before the door closes between you.

What the hell? You think. That isn’t like him at all, or at least from the handful of interactions the two of you have had so far.

You let your curiosity get the better of you. You press your ear to the door.

“Father…”

“It’s not unusual, Damien.”

“Forgive me, Father, but it doesn’t do much to reassure me. I don’t think I’m doing enough here.”

“What would you rather be doing?”

“I don’t know.” Damien sighs. He sounds exasperated. “And my mother is getting sick again… how much good can I be doing if I can’t even take care of her?”

You yank your head from the door when someone comes around the corner, and you lower your head and walk to your study, your mind buzzing with the little information you’ve just learned. It’s not much, but Damien Karras is having some struggle of faith, and that’s interesting enough to keep you distracted the rest of the day. Something is bothering him.

And even though you hardly know the man and it sounds as personal as a problem can get, you’re determined to help.

#damien karras x reader #damien karras #the exorcist 1973 #the exorcist #the exorcist fanfiction

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tinyshe · 11 months

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Garden Report 23.07.15

The Garden Report & Frugal Living

I’ve decided that I am going to revamp/ rename the Garden Report into The Garden Report & Frugal Living since they are part and parcel to our life. In part it is to jot down a garden journal and also a way to encourage others.

We are having (still) a run-in with creatures from the green zone and surrounding area (the four legged kind). My lack of urban tidy is just too irresistible. We seem to be keeping the rodent population in check. Some have wondered what we do with the carcasses ... I plant them under flower or shrubs to become compost. I don’t put them in places that I will be digging nor that the chickens will dig up. I could let the chickens have but others in the area may be using poison bait and I’m not into taking a chance with my lovelies -- they can have our table scraps. I try to place a good size rock on top of the burial spot as a marker.

The plums off the fruitless plum are ripe and ready. I hope we can get those off this weekend. Much of the produce/fruit I am putting through the dehydrator this year is from the grocer. It has to be a good deal aka ‘affordable’ in this economic climate. I don’t have the pocketbook weight to donate to their cause. I would love to have cherries and apricots but the market price is out of bounds. At the end of the season (if I can catch it) I will buy a small lot to dry so I can make holiday breads. I do compare to the already dry fruits but often they are treated (preservatives).

The season is still running slow. The elderberries are just now coming into full bloom! I am contemplating: do I pick the blossoms and dry or see if they can pull off a crop before the migratory birds/rains. Part of me wants the fruit because I add them to the fire cider I make. We use that more than the luxury of the dried blossoms for tea. None of the tays nor red raspb’s produced but fingers crossed for a double crop of the golden raspb’s. The crop that is coming off now is crumbly and a fight to get before the other creatures get them. There is one night visitor that is breaking down the canes and I am not happy with that! The blueb’s are coming off scant and the birds take a bite just before they are ripe. Luckily the grocer has plenty at a reasonable price. The dahlia is lovely this year with multiple heads. I love seeing rising above the sea of weeds. The seedlings of greens I brought home from the nursery are not doing well -- the same as my own seedlings. The exception are two tomato starts I got from a friend along with a cucumber. Still no flowers on those plants.

Going through my ammo can aka my seed container I have pulled these packets to plant: beets, peas, mustard greens, swiss chard, radishes, parsley, arugula, turnips, jericho lettuce, carrots. I want to do them in trays to plant out because we have some work to do in the grow beds and around the veg patch and I don’t want the seeds/seedlings destroyed in the process (need to clean the coop, distribute used bedding and lay in new shavings for winter).

This year I am doing less canning and more drying. It kills me in the budget for utilities but BUT I can store more food in smaller space and it can keep longer than the canned/bottled goods. For us, it is more useful as not only less space in pantry/fridge but easy portable and less clean up. In the long run, i think it will become not only the preferred module in keeping the pantry stocked but also more diverse in use. I don’t have to worry about broken seals, broken glass, having it freeze and a whole host of issues. Dried foods, if process properly and stored well, can last a lot longer. And as I slow with some health issues, putting food through the dehydrator is so much easier for me right now.

Sewing more is on the agenda. The new machine we got just started having troubles so that needs to be addressed asap. Unfortunately it was one of those amazing deals from a well known manufacture that is now making everything in china. Made in China: ALWAYS problems. I know better but it was cheaper than taking my husqvarna/viking into the shope for a service. Have some patterns coming in that were being discontinued/ worn envelopes -- the price was steeply discounted just because of this (new patterns, never used).. Will be sorting through the clothes we have now to see what can be altered, adapted or recycled to quilt or to the rag bag. I collect t-shirts to make a rug (crochet/braided) once they are too worn/ get ripped. I want to start on one soon as the last one was a dense mat for the cat and that just wasn’t satisfying imo. She didn’t like how it felt and I didn’t like how it looked.

So hope you can get out and garden or maybe even get bit by the sewing bug :). Both are very satisfying and bring a bit of self sufficiency into your life.

#catholic gardener #gardening #frugal living #urban homestead #permaculture #self sufficiency #seeds #sewing

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glittergutts · 7 months

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I feel like I got a lot more groceries than normal and it took fucking forever to get them inside and put away. I guess I usually get groceries on Friday, and my kids help put their snacks into a basket, so I had more to do. Maybe that's why it felt like a lot. I don't know though my pantry and fridge are super full which is great because next week we have extremely limited money for groceries and gas and im so stressed about it i dont even want to think about it. I ended up organizing my fridge, and it looks wonderful and full of healthy drinks and produce. I didn't prep any food because I didn't want to over crowed the fridge and I'm waiting for some falafel Walmart didn't have in stock so they're shipping it to me and that's coming Monday. So I think I'll just do all my lunch prep on Monday, but I may still wash and slice fruits and veggies today.

My house was perfectly clean 2 days ago and it's all messy again which is causing me a bit of stress so I should probably just spend a little bit fixing my environment. I got a new candle that I've got burning, and it's helping me stay chill despite the mess.

I got a new body wash, too, so i want to take a nice long shower today and make myself feel good again. I need to change my sheets and put on some cozy clothes before getting cozy for the night. It's like something my soul needs, I guess.

It got too fucking hot to do any outside work today but that's fine because my body is sore and desperately needs rest. So I'm not anything for a few hours, I'm just going to sip my coffee and smoke a bit.

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eazy-group · 8 months

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Tuna, Caper and Tomato Spaghetti | Slimming World Friendly Recipe

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Tuna, Caper and Tomato Spaghetti | Slimming World Friendly Recipe

This Mediterranean-inspired recipe blends whole wheat spaghetti with the vibrant flavours of tuna, capers and ripe tomatoes. With a zesty twist of lemon and a hint of chilli for that extra kick, this meal not only excites your taste buds but also fits seamlessly into your Slimming World journey. It’s a quick and healthy dinner option that won’t require you to count any syns, making it an ideal choice for those seeking a delicious yet guilt-free meal. Let’s embark on this easy-to-follow, Slimming World-friendly recipe that promises both satisfaction and nourishment!

As you twirl your fork through the whole wheat spaghetti, you’ll savor the harmony of textures and the zing of fresh ingredients. Best of all, there’s no need to worry about syns or guilt here – it’s Slimming World friendly all the way!

Why you’ll love this recipe….

Delicious

Full of flavour

Low in calories

Syn free on the Slimming World plan

Easy to make

Filling

Batch cook friendly

Health benefits of eating more tuna

Tuna is a nutritious fish that offers several health benefits when incorporated into your diet. Here are five health benefits of tuna:

Rich Source of Protein

Heart Health

Weight Management/Loss

Rich in Vitamins and Minerals

Reduced Risk of Chronic Diseases

I don’t like capers, can I swap them for something else?

Capers have a distinct briny and slightly tangy flavor, and while there isn’t an exact substitute that replicates their unique taste, you can use certain ingredients as alternatives. Here are some options:

Green Olives: Green olives, particularly pitted and chopped, can provide a similar briny and slightly salty flavour.

Chopped Pickles: If you don’t like capers, you can try chopped pickles.

Anchovies: Anchovies can bring a similar depth of flavor.

What is the best pasta to use for this recipe?

The best pasta choice would be spaghetti or any long, thin pasta. Spaghetti’s shape allows it to hold the sauce and ingredients well, and its slender form complements the other elements in the dish. However, you can also use other types of pasta if you prefer. Here are some options:

Linguine: Linguine is a great alternative to spaghetti. It’s slightly wider and flat, providing a good surface area for the sauce to cling to.

Fettuccine: Fettuccine is wider and thicker than linguine or spaghetti. It can work well with this recipe if you prefer a heartier pasta.

Angel Hair: If you want a lighter option, angel hair pasta is very thin and cooks quickly. It pairs nicely with the light and zesty flavors of the tuna, capers, and tomatoes.

Whole Wheat Pasta: If you want to boost the dish’s nutritional value, consider using whole wheat versions of spaghetti or any of the above options. Whole wheat pasta adds more fiber and nutrients to the meal.

Ultimately, the choice of pasta comes down to personal preference. Use the one you enjoy the most or have readily available in your pantry. Just be sure to cook it al dente (firm to the bite) for the best texture in your dish.

Batch Cook – Storage Information

Fridge: Allow to cool and then refrigerate any leftovers in an airtight container for up to 3-4 days.

Reheat: When reheating, you can do so in the microwave or on the stovetop. Consider adding a splash of water or stock to the pasta to prevent it from drying out during reheating. Heat it until it’s piping hot to ensure food safety. Remember that pasta dishes with tomato-based sauces can become a bit softer when reheated, so they may have a slightly different texture compared to when freshly cooked.

Freezer: Allow to cool and then freeze any leftovers in an airtight container for up to 3 months.

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Tuna, Caper and Tomato Spaghetti

This Mediterranean-inspired recipe blends whole wheat spaghetti with the vibrant flavours of tuna, capers and sweet cherry tomatoes. With a zesty twist of lemon and a hint of red pepper flakes for that extra kick, this meal not only excited your taste buds but also fits seamlessly into your Slimming World journey. It’s a quick and healthy dinner option that won’t require you to count any syns, making it an ideal choice for those seeking a delicious yet guilt-free meal. Let’s embark on this easy-to-follow, Slimming World-friendly recipe that promises both satisfaction and nourishment!Nutritional InformationSlimming World: Syn FreeWeight Watchers: Coming SoonCalories: 358 Per Serving

Prep Time 10 minutes minutes

Cook Time 15 minutes minutes

Total Time 25 minutes minutes

250g Whole Wheat Spaghetti

290g Tinned Tuna [Drained]

200g Fresh Tomatos [Sliced into chunks]

50g Capers [Drained, rinsed]

2 Garlic Cloves [Minced]

1 Small Onion [Diced]

½ tsp Crushed Dried Chillies [Adjust to taste]

1 tbsp Fresh Chopped Parsley [Optional, for garnish]

1 Lemon [Zest and Juice]

Salt and Pepper to taste

Low calorie cooking spray

Cook the Whole Wheat Spaghetti: Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil. Add the whole wheat spaghetti and cook according to the package instructions until al dente. Drain the cooked spaghetti and set it aside.

Prepare the Sauce: In a large pan, spritz some cooking spray over medium heat. Add the minced garlic and diced onion and sauté for about 2 minutes until they become fragrant and slightly translucent.

Combine Tuna, Tomatoes, and Capers: Add the drained tuna to the pan and break it into smaller pieces with a fork.Add the tomatoes and capers to the pan. Stir everything together and cook for about 3-4 minutes until the tomatoes begin to soften.

Season and Add Spice: Season the mixture with salt, pepper, and crushed chilli (adjust the spice level to your preference).Stir in the lemon zest and juice for a burst of freshness.

Combine with Spaghetti: Add the cooked whole wheat spaghetti to the skillet and toss everything together until the pasta is well coated and heated through.

Serve: Divide the spaghetti with tuna, capers, and tomatoes among serving plates. Garnish with fresh chopped parsley. Serve hot and enjoy your healthy and delicious meal!

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awesomeforever · 11 months

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thoughtsfornobody · 1 year

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5/12/2023

I wonder when this battle against my body will end, if ever. I am so tired of looking at myself, wondering, poking, pulling, squishing. Wondering if I am really monstrous, or just insecure. I am curved, womanly, full figured- but people make it very clear, I am not fat. What is the difference? How do you know the difference? Why do I have to find the right spot to exist in? I love food, I hate food. I am in one of those moods again, where I want to feel free by eating as little as I can. It’s not as bad as it was- I used to be able to go days on about 500 calories. Now, I am on my feet all day, walking miles, working, lifting, moving.. I try to hover around 1400 and even that is hard sometimes. I’m tired of counting- but if I don’t count, I lose control. If I do count, it’s all I think about. What is it like to just live? I feel so much guilt if I eat, if I don’t eat. I wonder if everyone sees me the same way I see myself. I fear that someday, they will. It feels like a race, to get smaller and smaller, before I lose the ability to control it. I fear when Z leaves for Japan, I will really need to starve. I can’t have too much food in the house, I will be too lonely. I will eat, bored, sad, stressed. I don’t want to eat. I hate saying it out loud, or even writing it, but I want to get so small in a month that people notice. So small that they know something is wrong. I want people to know I need help, but I cannot ask for it. I need to prove it. I imagine the care in his eyes when he comes back and notices I’ve gotten smaller. I hate this feeling. The feeling like you still need somebody to notice, and care, and even save you. You cannot depend on anybody to save you, but it is nice to imagine it sometimes. I love him so much, and sometimes I want to be the best person I can for him. I am not sure if the best version of me is the one that is healthy, curvy, and hungry, or the one that is restrictive, willful, slim, and elegant. I want to lose weight for me, for him, for the wedding. I see pictures of when I was at my sickest, and I envy her. I am mad, that I am healthy again. I am mad that I have lost that. I feel like I am losing control. It’s so easy, on paper, just don’t eat. But, in this world, eating is such a social, caring, intimate act. I love food, I love enjoying things, especially with my people. I think I will have to designate one day a week as a cheat day when he’s gone. That’s the only way I won’t go crazy. Maybe one day, I will just drink, and eat, and not care. Then, I will go back to caring. It’s hard, because we have so many things in the house thanks to him. I mean that in a great way. He is very caring, and stocks the fridge, the pantry, everywhere, with good food and even little treats. The life I have always wanted, but should not have. He is able to stay skinny in all of it- I can’t. I need to get a grip on this.

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dudemanauthor · 2 years

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Midnight Ice Cream Binging

Author's Note: You guys should write Nora/Pyrrha more often. They're a fun pair with a fun dynamic. Of course, that's not putting down any other major Nora or Pyrrha pairings, they're all good, just wanted to help you guys consider an alternative.

The halls of Beacon were usually dead silent at midnight. Tonight, however, was an exception. Two young ladies crept through the halls in their pyjamas, whispering to each other. “Pyrrha, relax. I’ll get you back without getting caught, or my name isn’t Nora Valkyrie,” the ginger haired girl stage whispered.

“Do we have to do this?” Pyrrha nervously replied in an actual whisper.

“C’mon, live a little. Besides, it’s either that or lie in bed and stress about exam results,” Nora cajoled. Pyrrha let out a defeated sigh.

“I suppose I wasn’t going to sleep well tonight anyway,” Pyrrha reluctantly admitted.

“Trust me, it’s way easier to sleep on a full stomach. If we get enough food in ya, we might put you in a food coma and you’ll be sleeping like a sloth.” Pyrrha thought for a moment, and was drawn back to family functions and sponsor events where she ate more than she probably should have. She couldn’t quite recall whether she slept better afterwards because of the excessive food or just because she was exhausted from all of the socialising and such. Either way, Nora seemed like she knew what she was talking about. The pair made their way through the academy in near silence, Pyrrha following Nora close behind. Soon, they found themselves in the dining hall. Seeing it so quiet was a weird experience for Pyrrha, but she didn’t have much time to think about it when Nora stopped in front of a large door.

“Don’t ask how I know how to do this,” Nora commented as she detached a pair of hairpins from hem of her grey pyjama shirt and carefully picked at the lock. Within about a minute, the lock clicked and the doors slowly swung open, revealing the kitchens. Pyrrha shut the door once the pair had entered and began making her way for the pantry, or at least what the pair thought was the pantry. When Nora pulled open the doors, the word pantry seemed like an understatement. It had to be at least as large as their team’s dorm room, with most of the walls covered in shelves with piles of food on them. At the far end stood a massive fridge and freezer that made Nora’s eyes light up with glee. “Oh man, we hit the jackpot!” she quietly cheered. Pyrrha stood for a moment, surveying the room and the stocks of food in front of her.

“So, where do we start?” Pyrrha asked, catching some of Nora’s infectious enthusiasm.

“Well, we can’t cook anything, or they’ll definitely catch us, and I’m not seeing any snacks, so I think we gotta go for the freezer and hope for ice cream,” Nora stated. “I’ll dig that out, you go back into the kitchen and grab some spoons.” It didn’t take long for the two to do their parts, but it still surprised Pyrrha that Nora managed to gather so many tubs of ice cream in the short time it took to find some spoons.

“N-Nora! How are we meant to eat all of that?!” Pyrrha spluttered. Nora giggled.

“Don’t be silly, we can’t eat all this. We’re just gonna eat ‘til we can’t eat any more and put away the rest,” Nora explained as she sat down next to the stack of ice cream tubs. She patted a spot on the ground and held out a tub for Pyrrha. Pyrrha took her tub and sat down, immediately regretting her thin flannel pyjamas as a chill ran over her, making her glad she hadn’t put on her tank top and shorts. After a moment, she got used to it and, after passing Nora her spoon, dug in to her tub. A shiver of excitement shot through her, since she’d never done something like this before, something so naughty. That thought was quickly replaced by the bliss of sublime tasting vanilla ice cream. She looked over towards Nora as she savoured her ice cream and even in the dark she could easily see that Nora was not savouring hers. Nora was shovelling spoonful after spoonful of strawberry ice cream into her mouth at an incredible speed that Pyrrha felt compelled to try and keep up with. Of course, there was no keeping up with the eating machine that was Nora, but Pyrrha was putting ice cream away at a very respectable pace. Pyrrha went quickly enough to eat a decent amount of ice cream, but slow enough to be able to still enjoy the taste. In fact, Pyrrha was enjoying the taste so much, she didn’t realise how full she was until she reached her limit and a sudden ache emanated from her packed stomach.

“Ooh, this was not a good idea,” Pyrrha groaned, putting her ice cream down and gently cradling her distended belly. Nora finished off the last of her tub and ditched it to free up her hands. Pyrrha looked at Nora dumbfounded, shocked that someone so small could eat so much, even if her belly was bigger than Pyrrha’s was now.

“I dunno, it sounded like you were enjoying it earlier,” Nora commented as she maneuvered herself so she could give Pyrrha some well needed belly rubs. As soon as Nora began gently rubbing her belly, Pyrrha could feel waves of pleasure flowing through her whole body.

“Mmm, don’t stop,” Pyrrha moaned with gentle ecstasy, her head rolling back and resting on the wall behind her. Nora gave Pyrrha a knowing look and kept going, knowing that Pyrrha was hooked.

“Guess we gotta do this more often, build up that stomach capacity so you can put more ice cream in,” Nora said in a low voice. “Besides, the belly rubs feel so much better with more food in your belly.”

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Pyrrha had to admit, Nora was right, it did feel better with more food in her belly. The last few times had been getting better and better, but tonight was a special one. Pyrrha managed to finish her first tub of ice cream all by herself, and Nora was giving her all the attention she could want and then some.

“Ooh, Pyrrha, I’m so proud of you!” Nora squealed with joy in her voice, enthusiastically rubbing Pyrrha’s tight-as-a-drum belly with both hands, only barely noticing her bloated belly occasionally touching Pyrrha’s.

“So full…” Pyrrha moaned with pleasure, “So good.” Pyrrha began to subconsciously squirm and moan where she sat as her eyes closed gently. Nora knew what those noises meant, she’d made them plenty of times herself doing something very similar, but there was a line she didn’t think Pyrrha was ready to cross. Still, it seemed like it was worth trying.

“So, other than that, how’re you feeling?” Nora asked cautiously. Pyrrha’s eyes shot open as she seemed to sober up almost instantly. She wasn’t exactly sure of how to tell one of her best friends that overeating made her embarrassingly aroused, but she was fairly sure she didn’t want to tell her. After all, what were the odds of Nora being into the same weird things she was? Pyrrha’s mouth hung open as she searched for something to say. “Uh oh, are you food comaing too hard?” asked Nora, suddenly not so sure about Pyrrha opinion on this whole stuffing thing.

“Nono,” Pyrrha quickly answered in a wavering tone. “I just…” There was a long pause in the air. Then, Nora moved her hands away from Pyrrha’s packed belly, to Pyrrha’s silent dismay, and up to her shoulders.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything you don’t wanna. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself,” Nora said softly. Pyrrha couldn’t help but smile a little at her sweet, adorable little friend. Pyrrha felt an urge to just tell Nora, be honest with her. Nora was the last person who would judge her for anything, or at least one of the last. Pyrrha took a deep breath, or at least as deep as her poor, stuffed belly would allow, and spoke.

“I… may be enjoying this more than I thought.” Nora perked up. Maybe Pyrrha really did have a thing for this after all. Nora scooted a little closer.

“What kind of ‘enjoying’?” Nora asked in a low voice. Pyrrha’s cheeks went almost as red as her hair. Nora knew what Pyrrha’s answer would be, but she wanted Pyrrha to say it herself. It took a moment, but it eventually happened.

“Well… it makes me… excited, if you know what I mean,” Pyrrha murmured.

“I don’t wanna make assumptions, so maybe you should spell it out for me,” Nora replied, fighting to keep a smug smirk from her face and a teasing tone from her voice, and almost completely succeeding. Pyrrha let out an annoyed huff.

“Fine. It makes me aroused. Turned on. Horny. Are you happy now?” Pyrrha grumbled, before her annoyance disappeared and her attitude deflated. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that…”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Nora interrupted, giving Pyrrha a soothing backrub. “I’m sorry for prodding and teasing and all that other stuff. You probably didn’t want to say it.” Nora began curling in on herself, anticipating a less than positive response. Pyrrha let out a sigh.

“I didn’t want to lie to you,” Pyrrha admitted. “I know this probably isn’t something you’re into…”

“Are you kidding?” Nora exclaimed, maybe a little louder than she should have at this hour of the night. As she heard her echo, she winced and dropped down to the whisper she realised she should have been using. “I’m totally into that stuff, I just didn’t wanna weird you out. Heh, guess we were both worried about nothing after all, huh?” Nora leaned in slowly, one hand on Pyrrha’s shoulder and another going back to rubbing Pyrrha’s rock solid belly. Pyrrha’s thighs began to rub together, entirely on her own, just needing some friction to deal with the feeling between her legs.

“N-Nora, if it isn’t too much to ask, could you go… lower? Please?” Pyrrha quietly requested, trying her best not to sound as incredibly needy as she truly was. Nora could figure that out on her own, even if Pyrrha tried to hide it.

“With pleasure.” With that, Nora’s hand glided down, over Pyrrha’s pale, round belly, slipping below Pyrrha’s waistband, and between Pyrrha’s legs. As Nora’s fingers gently entered Pyrrha’s core, a half-gasp half-moan slipped out. Pyrrha shot a hand up to stifle herself, while trying to focus on staying quiet. Pyrrha’s moans became quiet squeaks at their loudest, and mostly just sharp gasps as she shivered with pleasure while Nora worked away. Nora might not have had much experience, but she was eagerly working away at Pyrrha’s core. Nora leaned up, swatting Pyrrha’s hand away. Before a complaint could escape her lips, Nora locked lips with hers. Pyrrha let her moans forth more freely as they escaped into Nora’s mouth, muffled enough for Pyrrha. It only took a little bit of work before strong waves of pleasure flowed from Pyrrha’s core and throughout her body. She held Nora close as she let it all out and as Nora’s fingers slowed to a gentle pace, letting Pyrrha ride it out slowly and easily. Before the pair knew it, Pyrrha had finished and the pair had broken for air.

“Oh my goodness,” Pyrrha panted, “That was much better than I ever expected. Not that I ever expected this.”

“Glad you enjoyed it,” Nora said with a smile, nuzzling up to Pyrrha. The two stayed in a close embrace for a moment, before a thought occurred to Pyrrha.

“Um, Nora, should I do that to you as well?” Pyrrha asked, unsure of what she was saying. Nora smiled softly.

“Only when you’re ready,” Nora reassured, “You don’t have to if you don’t wanna.” Pyrrha breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well then, I suppose we should be heading back to our team’s room before anyone catches us. Oh, after we tidy up, of course.”

And so, after hiding the evidence, Pyrrha and Nora slowly and sneakily made their way back to the dorm, cradling very full bellies and moving carefully to avoid disturbing both the rest of Beacon and their own stomachs. As they returned and got back into bed, the pair were out like lights, deeply asleep and having the sweetest of dreams. Dreams of future trips to the kitchen and dreams of future time together.

#chubby!rwby #stuffing

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justanotherbeinghere · 2 years

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I had been prepping him for weeks in advance. The week before, I got everything ready - pantry stocked with variety of canned soups, fridge full with week's worth of grocery, laundered, cleaned, you name it. Prepped so much so that even the salmon was cut into one-meal-portions and wrapped in cling film so that thawing and cooking is easier for him. Also gave him testimonials from friends and family about how it is post-surgery, how to take care, what to expect, and such. Took a whole week off for the surgery and recovery. I was hesitant about this surgery because I have never had to be under someone's care before. Even if I did when I was little it was my mother who would be looking after me. I trust her, she's my mother. But he is my husband, and I know the man, I know how his brain works, I know him well. And that is why I was very hesitant. I don't trust him to be caring enough. He loves me more than anything in this world. But just like 18 years old me knew all those years ago, love is not enough. Never have I been sadder to know I was right all along, and that my conviction still holds true a decade later. If there is anything this surgery taught me, it's that "I should earn enough to be able to support myself and have the ability to hire a 24/7 nanny/nurse to take care of me when I'm sick/old. Coz I can't rely on anyone else to do that for me". This post-surgery week has been a brutal eyeopener. I just want to put this here for my future reference so I don't forget.

Day 1

- 9am pre-surgery consultation with the doctor. Both of us are listening to the options and recommendations from the doc. The only questions he has are "how much does that cost?" And "how much does that additionally cost?". I had already told him about the maximum out of pocket costs associated with this surgery. Its just obnoxious when I feel like he cares much more about money than my current situation. I know he loves me, and I know he wants whatever is the best for me, but would it kill him not be so anal about money? It's not like we can't afford to spend a few thousand bucks for treatment. We can. Easily. So why does it matter!?!?!

- I was sedated. I wanted only the local anesthetic and not the full sedation but the doctor was like "if you want all 4s out, you NEED to go under". Local anesthesia apparently only works for 2 teeth at a time. And doc explained how my teeth needs to be broken down to pieces and it's not a normal extraction-only. So sedation it was🤷. The reason I didn't want sedation was because I had seen enough videos of people getting loopy post-surgery. I was terrified. I of course cant have myself blabbering about stuffs (like you). LUCKILY, nothing happened. Wait, no something DID happen. I had a couple minutes of clarity post-op. Literally couple of minutes was all I had. in those 2 minutes, I took a picture of me, a picture of the doctor's monitor, logged into my Gmail, emailed you twice, logged out, and blacked out again. I only realized all this much later in the afternoon. I was shocked, to say the very least. I had ZERO recollection of all that. And the funny thing was that in the first email I apparently thought the surgery was just about to start😂, talk about total blackout🤣. Thinking about it I'm just glad I did all that safely. I am grateful to my drug-fueled brain. It is also scary that a few moments of clarity and my brain thinks of you. I'll never understand how and when I fell so hard for you.😕

- hardly remember the drive back home. So damn drugged.

- I had dinner @7pm on Sunday. That means by the time I reached home after surgery I was foodless and waterless for 17 hours already.

- I had gauge inside my mouth which was super uncomfortable. I couldn't swallow even my spit, let alone water or food. Doctor had advised to keep the gauge for the whole day if possible by changing it every hour. But it was so damn uncomfortable and I almost died choking and coughing on my own pool of saliva inside my mouth so I just decided on my own that I was better off without those damn gauges. Oh what a relief it was. I could drink a sip of water. It hurt like hell, but at least that was a progress for me.

- the pain was near unbearable so I asked him where the pain meds were. He showed them to me and I asked him if I can take a strong one right now since the pain was getting a lil outta hand. He said ok take a Codeine. Big Mistake. Why? Coz it is a strong drug and I was on empty stomach for so long (20hours by now). No wonder I fainted while trying to eat some soup.

- so the passing out is a story on its own. By now I have passed out 3 times so I know how my body signals me that it's about to faint. I think I can warn anyone around me a few seconds beforehand that I'm about to faint the next time.

- the passing out just scared the shit out of him. I felt sorry for him. But stopped feeling sorry when he blamed me taking codeine which he believes is why I fainted.

- downing that half a bowl of soup might have been the most painful 20 minutes of my life🤦 it was literal hell. But it was a start to a long journey I told myself.

- a lot of drugged up sleeping on day1.

- I emailed you with updates from me. I would do it hundred times a day, but I don't want to be THAT annoying to you. I resist the urge😊 I really need to get awarded for being such a good girl 🥰

- soups soups soups all day on day1. He couldn't even warm up a can of soup without asking me how to do it. From day1. Maybe I should have given up any hope of being "taken care of" right from day1, would save me the pain of disappointment maybe. I fixed up my own meals. I fixed up his meals too. From day1. I just can't believe it would be this bad😞. I really felt sorry for myself for a while there.

- doctor called late in the evening to check up on me. He had been suggesting mashed potatoes since morning so I thought I'd give it a try tomorrow.

- slept like a baby with ibuprofen.

Day 2

- woke up feeling pretty good. Goooo pain meds!! Cooked, cleaned, did my regular routine. Only change was that I was still on soup. I cooked him a full fledged meal like I always did. Made myself mashed potatoes while he went for his work out. He had to miss his gym-day yesterday because of me and of course I had to hear about how it feels "bad to miss even a single day". So I wasn't going to stop him today "for me".

- parents have been calling twice a day since before surgery. Worried. Very. They are very cute🥰. Would never tell them I'm in pain even if I was. What good would telling them do? They are 7k miles away. Why would I add to their troubles with the unnecessary truth?

- my faith on him is shaking. He loves me. Zero doubt on that. But looks like he is not built for anything except love.

- mashed potatoes ain't so bad turns out.

- thinking about yesterday, I don't remember chunks of my day. Drugs are scary myan😬

Day 3

- whenever I am advising my friends on relationship, I always tell them that communication is the key. And that men are straightforward so just tell them clearly what you want instead of wordlessly expecting. I made my own meals and made him meals, took care of his needs as always. But did I directly ask him to do anything for me? Not really. So I thought I'd take my own advice. I asked him. I asked him "do u wanna cook the salmon for your wife today?" I must admit I wasn't expecting his response to be what it turned out to be. Looking aghast he said "you said it like THAT now I feel the pressure of making it perfect, no I can't do it can you please do it?". I'm like -_-

- dishes. I did all of my own dishes. And then some of his. Is this all in my head or is this situation of mine really fucked up?

- I think my final straw was when he said "no matter how strong you think or say you are, turns out you are really weak. Who passes out like that lol?" I really couldn't believe my ears. It's just day3 and I'm already skipping pain meds because I am building myself up to organically fight the pain. I have taken care of myself from the very day of surgery. And he still has the audacity to tell me that I am weak for passing out after 20 hours of no food and water and blood loss during surgery. I mean, is he for real? Yea that was the final straw for me. That shit was an eyeopener. Never am I ever going to expect anything from him. I just wanna go back home. Because now I understand my mother. Now I understand how helpless she must have felt when she got sick. Because I know she can't rely on my dad to take care of her. He neither knows how to nor know her well enough to know what kind of care she seeks. I just wanna go home. My plan is set. I'm going to have to be financially stable enough to support me and my parents first, then I'll be back home. I will make this work just like this. I was never meant to get married. Now I know exactly why.

Day 4

- I have been off the pain meds since yesterday. Trying to cope with the pain on my own. Because I realized that the pain meds are only a temporary relief. They are not helping me heal. They just mask the pain. Unless I feel like I can bear pain no more, I won't take the meds.

- started eating beans, rice, fish, spicy stuffs, so getting there. Soon 😊

- fever. Waited it out. Sheering pain shooting across my jawline. But I rode it out. Coz that's what I do 💪

- ain't no pain scaring me any time soon

- could be PMS, could be incidents of these past few days, but feeling low.

Day 5 (the day I wrote this all down)

- since day 3 I've been getting up at 4/5am, making n eating something light, then taking my antibiotics. By myself. How my parents' hearts would ache if they knew all this 😔

- the pain really testing me at times. But isssssok. I gaat dees.

- I just think about you, a lot, nothing specific, just you, your everything. Soothes me. You are my home away from home. You just make me feel happy from inside. ❤️

Day 6

- POOPED. Finally. My last poop was Monday morning. So today marked 5 full days of no poop. Damn. That's a record for me. Damn you antibiotics.

- was looking forward to seeing you today. But can't😞 my desperate heart has to wait a few more days it seems.

- the pain is still there damn it. I'm off the pain meds. But damn they are tempting when the pain is shooting across your ears🥺

Sept 2, 2022

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thesunandmoons-blog · 2 years

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memories

cw/tw : none !!!

Word count : 918

Fandom : redacted asmr

Pair : sam/darlin

this truly is a sickly sweet fanfic and i literally love the two of them. sorry if it’s a little ooc, im trying my best :’) i had to write this one twice because my computer decided it didn’t like me after i wrote it the first time, but it’s done !!

@stars-shaped-clouds requested this piece of work!! also tagging @gavinsdeviant for the notifs :D

if you wanna read on ao3!!

Sam was never surprised to find Darlin’ with no food in the pantry. There was maybe a full pack of ramen and a couple sodas or waters in the fridge, but otherwise the pantry collected dust and their freezer’s ice maker just flowed over. There wasn’t really any kind of food in there until Sam had come over, invited of course, carrying an arm’s full of groceries to stock up his shifter’s kitchen.

He decided he needed to get them into feeding themself properly rather than stocking up on dried up sodium packets that were worse than eating nothing at all.

“You know, you didn’t need to buy all of this stuff, Sam,” Darlin’ huffed, hands on their hips as they looked at the vampire. “Well, I wouldn’t need to if you properly fed yourself, Darlin’.” Sam was quick to bite back, a small smirk dawning his lips as his brow quirked up, eyes peeking over to them. With a sigh and a shake of the head, he turned his head to look at them, asking, “Darlin’, are you just gonna stand there, or can you help a vamp unload some groceries? They are for you, y’know.”

They couldn’t help but let a chuckle bubble out of their throat, shaking their head and rolling their eyes. “Fine, whatever.” Darlin’ was unaware of Sam’s plan to teach them to cook that night, hence all of the groceries. He was seriously tired of watching them only eat easy meals, and wanted to see something substantial go into them for once.

And when he told them his, they only scoffed, hands back on the hips and facing him fully. “Excuse me, southern boy, but I know how to cook!” Sam couldn’t help but let out a gutteral laugh, almost tempted to wipe his eye of any faux tears from laughing so much. “Really, Darlin’, that is one of the funniest things I think you’ve ever said to me.” They only scowled, arms crossing. “I seriously can cook! I learned when I was a kid.” They almost looked like they were gonna throw a tantrum, Sam giving a small chuckle before gently placing his hands on their shoulders. “Whatever you say, Darlin’. But seriously, tonight, I’m showin’ you how to cook somethin’ that can actually feed you some kinda nutrients, not just sodium and fake flavoring.” Darlin’ scoffed, rolling their eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

Sam was genuinely surprised to see Darlin’ not doing a half-bad job in the kitchen. Their hands were fairly skilled, and he could almost compare them to David in terms of cooking. They probably ranked right below him in the “who can cook” ranking in the Shaw pack, and Sam made sure to keep a mental note of that. Who knew his Darlin’ could cook?

It wasn’t long before Sam’s nose was overwhelmed by the delicious scent of a random pasta dish the shifter found online, the two of them seated at the couch, each with a plate in hand. Those plates were quickly emptied, bellies full and happy sighs echoing in the apartment.

Like the southern gentleman he is, Sam took to his feet, taking Darlin’s plate from their hands, and placing both plates in the sink. He trotted back to the couch, motioning to the seat directly next to them. “May I?” He knew he probably didn’t need to ask, considering they’d been seeing each other for a while now, but he still thought the gesture would be nice. They nodded, a small smile on their lips. “You don’t need to ask, you know.” He only nodded back in agreement, taking his seat.

His arm found its way lolled across the back of the couch, and Darlin’ took the opportunity to snuggle into his side. They were still learning the ropes of all of this ‘lovey’ stuff, but they were really liking it nevertheless.

“Y’know, you truly surprised me tonight, Darlin’. I really didn’t think you’d cook somethin’ so tasty.” He gave them a toothy grin, and he recieved roll of the eyes in return. “I told you I could! Gabe taught me when I was younger, and I actually managed to listen half the time, so...” They trailed off, eyes wandering from Sam’s down to their lap. He took the opportunity to get them talking, especially about something that made them feel good.

The way Darlin’ could smile and talk about their childhood with Gabe for the next hour and a half was nothing but perfect to Sam. They went on and on, and not a single thing that came out of their mouth hinted that, during those times, they felt alone. They sounded to proud of the moments they spent learning with Gabe, and it made Sam’s heart swell.

“...and yeah, I guess that’s really it.” Their sentence trailed off, eyes peering down to their lap. Sam’s hand gently took hold of their jaw, tilting their face so their eyes could meet. His eyes were glazed over with adoration and love, love just for them. “Can I kiss you?” His words almost came out as a whisper, and their head nodded, eyes shutting for a brief moment when they kissed. It was a sweet, slow kiss, Sam pulling away after a few seconds. His head tilted down to rest on Darlin’s shoulder, his smile pressed against their neck. “I... love you, y’know that? You really are amazing.” His words had their eyes wide, a dopey smile on their face.

��Yeah yeah, I love you too...”

#redacted asmr #redacted asmr fanfic #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted fanfic #theyre perfect for each other #i love them

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Hotel California // Chapter 2

Masterlist

Chapter 2: Witchy Woman

Chapter Summary: You were so happy you had came out of your shy self, to be this friendly, approachable person

Pairing: Dark!Bucky Barnes x FemaleReader (very ambiguously described, really naive too)

Chapter Warnings: Some cursing (some of this guys have dirty mouths), talk/thoughts about sex, alcohol consumption, mention of claustrophobic reader, implied dark activities. Still quite soft, but it's getting dark

+18 please.

Word Count (Chapter): 3.1k

Notes: Ok, here comes the second, poor reader she will never see it coming

“Shot through the heart! And you're to blame! DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME!” you sang as you danced through the kitchen, jumping around while you waited Wanda´s delicious lasagna to heat up

You didn't dare to peek more into the journal though, if it was this hidden, it was private, and if this random woman was still here and was alive, then she deserved privacy, and you decided you´ll return both items to her, it was settled.

You thought about what Wanda had said, to meet people, and that's where you were going to do, as you plugged your empty refrigerator into the power outlet. You grasped your first opportunity to ride into town, to stock your fridge and pantry. A trip to the grocery store.

After eating, you got into your car, and star driving, you haden´t notice it was getting late, but early enough to catch open the grocery store, which you knew in was in the middle of the small town

It was almost empty, as you grabbed a cart and started touring throughout the rows full of mostly organics foods and ingredients

Even though the supermarket was empty, you couldn't help but have an uneasy feeling, was it odd to think someone was watching you? you turned around suddenly but didn't see anybody, but the hairs on the back of your neck were up, but you tried to calm yourself, there was no one else there, it was probably you and your unknown environment

When you finished your late grocery shopping, it was pitch black, and a tiny bug was picking on you. It was friday night, if you were in the city, you´ll be doing your makeup right now to go out. But you weren't in the city anymore

When you put all the bags on your back seat, you turned around and were met with a neon sign across the street “The Falcon Bar”. And you thought, why not? maybe some fries and a beer would do the trick, you didn't want to go home just yet, and if the bar was so centric regarding the town´s square, you´d figure it can´t hold a bad reputation

Completely ignoring the items that had to get to your refrigerator, you crossed the empty street and without a second thought you made your way into the establishment

At plain sight it looked like a motorcycle bar, but as you looked more into it you realised it was a veteran´s bar, medals and photos of the air force hanging on the walls. The bar was automatically to your liking, a dark colour on the walls, dim, low lights, wood on the booths and the bar, all bottles of poison on display on a well lit glass shelf. You walked slowly to the bar, which was empty, a couple were in the booth in the back, you didn't even look, it was rude to stare

“Hello there” greeted the bartender, as he was cleaning a glass with a rag

“Hi” you responded with a big smile on your face, as you sat yourself on the bar

“Are you new around here?” he had a cocky smile that you instantly felt attracted to

“Can you spot us that easily?” he laughed as he nodded while shook his shoulders

“Small town” he justified “Sam Wilson” he offered you his hand and you shook it

“(Y/N) Just moved in” you came clean to him, smiling.

“That's great, it's a really nice and homey town”

“Yeah, today my neighbour made lasagna for me as a welcome, I already love it” he laughed loudly, as he put the glass away and hanged the rag on his shoulder

“what can I get ya´ city girl?”

“A beer?” you said, not quite convinced

“I got one I think you may like” he winked as he went to the back, and came soon after, with a beer on his hand “Hand crafted, not too far from here” he told you, you accepted the bottle, already opened for you. Without even looking you took a gulp

“This is good stuff, delicious” you congratulated, it was soft, with a sweet termination

“Knew it” he said victoriously

“How long have you been living here?” you asked

“Ten years, I came here right after I finished my tours” he was the veteran from the pictures, he was probably the owner of the bar as well “Looking for peace and quiet, I put up this bar to make some noise” you giggled

“Oh, don´t we all?” he laughed again and you congratulated yourself, you had never been so outgoing before arriving here, and that made you happy, trying so hard to make friends, and actually working

If you only knew

“You were in the air force?” you asked

“Pararescue” he responded with a proud smile on his face. You were going to ask you some more things, but you were interrupted, you looked in the corner of the eye someone approaching you

“Oh, you are a good addition to this little town if you could find your own way to this ol´place” you turned around to meet the cute guy from the gas station, Steve, but what struck you was the brown uniform, and the golden badge on his chest

“Sheriff Rogers?” you laughed, “this is a small town indeed” that when it hit you when he told you he hoped the next time you saw each other wasn't because you got in trouble, and you thought he was flirting

“Well, I'm off the clock now!” he said, smiling. And Sam serve him a beer almost immediately, like he was used to do it

“You two know each other?” asked Sam, for some reason his smile dropped from his face, he looked all serious, or was he worried? you couldn't tell

“Well, Sheriff Rogers here was the first one to welcome me here, we met on the gas station” you told him, smiling

“Sheriff Rogers?” he laughed “Call me Steve, please”

“Yes Sir” you said firmly, but with a playful smile, you were putting all out there, charming your neighbours, and you hoped future friends, it worked since both man laughed

“This one´s a charmer” said Sam with his wicked smile again

“Yep, she´ll fit right in” you feel weirdly validated. As Sam stayed behind the bar, Steve sat next to you, sipping his beer as were you.

“So why did you move all the way out here?” asked Sam “What are you running from?”

“I'm not running from anyone” you giggled, “I just wanted some peace and quiet, the city didn't agree with me that much” you were claustrophobic, maybe that's why

“What do you do for a living?” asked Steve this time

“I'm a designer” you responded “And right now I can work from home”

“Oh, and where's that?” Was it weird they asked where you lived?

“In the WestView roundabout” you said with a shy smile, deciding it was not

“Oh, that's a lovely house” answered Steve

“Wasn't that Sharon´s place?” you didn't miss the look on Steve´s face, he looked like he was going to punch Sam in the face

The door of the bar opened noisily, drawing your attention. A tall lumberjack entered, stubble on his handsome face, blue eyes that could pick your soul, as tall as Steve, and even thicker musculature

“Buck!” called Steve “Here!” even though the bar was empty, he called for his friend to join you

And just like that, your future was sealed

Oh if you only knew

“Do all the guys around here are Lumberjacks?” the guys cracked again, before that handsome man could join you

“Na, that's just Bucky”

“Hey Punk” he greeted, “Sam” he shook hands with his buddies, “And who this might be?” when he finally looked at you you thought he was peeking at all your sins, those deep blue eyes seemed to see everything

“This one is the town newbie” introduced Steve

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)” you said, as you offered your hand for him to shake, but instead he took it with his big hand and lifted it towards his face to kiss it softly. You couldn´t stop making eye contact with him as he did. You felt heat rushing to your face

“I´m James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky, doll”

“Hi” you stuttered, feeling intimidating and flushed when you heard his pet name for you

“She's from the big city, New York” said Steve, talking for you

“Oh really? We are too” his voice was thick, and made your spine tingle, “Brooklyn”

“Oh really, that's great” you mumbled, he took a seat on the bar stool on the other side of you, leaving you sandwiched between the two men

“And what are you doing here doll? so far off the big city”

“Well, I liked it here” you said simply, if you had to say you came for the peace and quiet god, you wouldn't be feeling

“Bucky here is a mechanic” told Steve “In case you have problems with your car, he's the man”

“Well, I´m a mechanic among other things”

You never noticed that you were the only one drinking, they all had drinks in their hands that they never seem to finish, as Sam and Bucky keep pouring up drinks into you and you drink them down without even questioning, as they distract you with conversation. From beer you jumped to Whiskey, and then he kept feeding you different kinds of it, you stopped at one that tastes like apple, the sweetness of it crushing your insides, forbidding you to continue your drink, you disposed of it unseemingly

“Guys it's getting late” you announced, as they were talking about a hunting trip they went on a couple of weeks ago “I´ll be on my way, see you all at the barbecue, right?” yes, in the middle of the conversation you let out you wanted to host a little barbecue, they'll all accepted very enthusiastically to attend, and each to bring something they were “state wide” famous for, Sam would bring his favorite punch, Steve his famous dipping sauce for wings he was also going to bring, and Bucky himself promised he would bring his grill, he even agreed to come in early so he´ll help you set up, they also promised to bring some girlfriends of the neighbourhood

“You are not going to be driving right now, young lady?” asked Steve

“Oh no” you whispered “his sheriff voice” the guys laughed loudly

“Yes, Miss” responded Steve mocking you “are you really driving inebriated in front of the sheriff?” your silence told him the answer

“I have groceries in my car I can't just leave it” you pouted “But you are right, it is irresponsible of me”

“C´mon Steve, I´ll take her” purred Bucky, so close to your ear it made you gringe, you didn't realise he was leaning so close to you, or maybe it was you, why would he?

“I don´t know” you muttered, your big city mistrust kicking in, they were nice, but you didn't knew them that much, “I don't want to impose” you lied, you were not comfortable by being alone and drunk with a guy you barely knew, as handsome as he was, and as much as he was going to bring you his grill on sunday

“Ah C'mon doll” said Bucky, “It's no trouble for me”

“I could just take a taxi or something” they laughed, this time, mocking you

“There isn't taxis around here doll” said Bucky

“Oh” well, if there weren't any taxis, less of it would be an uber or something

“Tell you what” said Steve, “Bucky can drive your car to your house, I´ll be driving right behind you to take him back home”

“That´s a plan” congratulated Bucky, “I'm ready when you are doll” he said as he winked at you

“Let´s do it,” you said with a shy smile.

After Sam refused your payments, arguing that “it was in the house for the new one” you left the bar with Bucky and Steve. You pointed at your car sitting in the parking lot across the street, Steve had parked right beside you, and your drunken mind flushed at the thought of him going into the bar because he recognize your car and knew you were in it

“This is a sweet ride, doll” said Bucky, after whistling at the sight of your firebird

“Thanks” you passed him your keys, and wondered where his car was at, since they weren't any nearby

“So, the WestView Roundabout?” he asked, as he started the car

“Yeah” you muttered, you wanted to chat with him, but you were afraid you'd sound inebriated, as you were, and make a full of yourself. He started driving slowly by the town's square streets

“Thank you for driving me” you muttered

“That's what we do around here doll” he purred, or he seemed like he did, “neighbourly stuff”

“Oh yeah, well”you said, as you picked his attention, he took his eyes off the road to look at you, “if you need anything… I can try and help you as well”

“Aren't you sweet?” he asked, but didn´t expect an answer

A silence had settled in the car, as he focused on the road ahead, but there was something else picking your drunken mind, and you had to get it over with.

“Bucky” you called, and you didn't like how your tongue dragged on your mouth, slowed by the alcohol

“Yes, doll?” he responded almost immediately, looking at you on the corner of his eye

“Do you know someone named Sharon?” was it you? or he seemed tense, his knuckles got white of how tight he was gripping the wheel

“Yeah, she was from around here” he said carelessly

“Do you know where I can find her?” you asked

“Well, I think she moved away doll, I haven't seen her in a while”

“Oh” you were disappointed, you couldn't deny it, this girl's name kept popping up, well, it made sense, she sold you your house

“Is something wrong with the house?” he asked

“Oh no, I just, I found some things and I wanted to give them back to her”

“What did you find?” it surprised you he would even ask, but what truly surprised your numb mind, was the urge to lie that bubbled up from inside you, why did you want to keep the truth from him?

“Just some books” you said, looking out the window, you were a terrible liar, even though you knew the key to a good lie, was to keep it simple

“If you want you can give them to me and I´ll give them to her” well, shit

“It's ok, I´ll read them first” that was it, you could do it!

He looked at you from the corner of his eye, god you were so beautiful, specially with your buzzed face, pupils enlarged, teary eyes, heated cheeks, full lips from kissing the bottle, god, soon they´ll be full from kissing him

From the first moment he saw you, he knew that you belonged to him

And no, it wasn´t at that lousy bar

The first time he saw you you were walking downtown, it was summer, he knew then you were house scouting, with those tiny shorts that seemed to devour your ass, your cute plaid shirt that hugged your curves tightly, those sunglasses, that perky smile, god. He could almost feel your legs tied around his waist as he fucked obedience into you. You'll never dress like that ever again, well, at least not in public

You wanted to buy the house that was Sharon´s, and… lucky for him, he could manipulate the situation, he dropped the price, making you an offer you couldn´t resist, so you'd have to buy it. Of course you never saw his face at that time

He parked the car in the driveway, as he turned it off, another awkward silenced has stood between you two-

“I would invite you in, but I think it is a little late” after flirting with your friends all night, now you were behaving like a good little girl now were you? but he wouldn't say anything, one day soon he will punish you for acting like such a little whore, parading yourself in front of his friends, and for lying to him right fucking now, you´ll see, but for now…

“Of course Doll” he winked at you with the smile he knew was “knee-weakening” and it worked, he could see your flustered face. You both got out of the car

Steve parked just on the curb, and got out of his patrol

“On the very first day I got escorted by the police to my house” she giggled. She was adorable, wasn´t she?

Bucky accompanied you inside, even after what you said, with half the bag of groceries in his hands

“A lady should not carry all of this alone, you know?” at the time you'd think he was being a gentleman, your sober self would think that was a red flag

“Thanks Bucky, you didn't have to” you smiled as he put down the bags on the island of the kitchen

“The place is looking great” he said admiring the inside of your home

“Oh thanks, I really chose a bold colour there, but I think it's working” you mumbled

“It is, well, I should go” he said, with his wicked smile “I don't want to keep the sheriff”

“Oh, yeah” it was becoming weird, but he stood there facing and looking at you like he expected something

“See you Sunday then?”

“You bet doll” he winked at you before closing the distance between you, you stood still as he leaned in and kissed your cheek soundly. You blushed scandalously, and you didn't quite know what to do, he retrieved himself and he gave you a deep look, leaving you there with your mouth open like a fish, and he left closing the door behind him.

What had you found that belonged to Sharon? he growled, what could you possibly find? some books? no, he cleaned the house and was thorough, he did not leave anything on sight. Fuck, did that little bitch had a secret hideout or something? and you managed to find it?

Didn´t matter, he would be back, to discover what you found before it was too late

“How did it go?” asked Steve with a wicked smile on his face. They both got in the car

“It went great” he said

“C´mon Bucky” pressed Steve

“I have to be patient with this one, I want to see her on sunday”

“Such a shame, I like her, she is too cute and nice”

“Yeah”

#fanfiction #fanfic #dark!bucky smut #dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky x you #buckybarnes x reader #buckybarnes x you #smut #bucky #bucky barnes #wintersoldier #misguidedhotel

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