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goalieprotectionsquad · 2 years

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thank you all so much for your participation!! 120 fics by 78 authors were nominated!! this has been a lot of fun to collect + I know you're going to be thrilled with so much new (or old!) reading material.

this post links to a google doc where you can see all of the nominated fics. if you scroll down, there is a scorecard you can download (fics prepopulated) to help keep track of which fics you want to vote for when voting opens on july 17 at 11:59pm CT.

the goal here is to collect some of the most wonderful and representative harringrove fics into a starter pack, the digital equivalent of bringing a plate of fresh cookies to your new neighbor. at least 10 fics will be chosen.

important information and dates + specific commendations below.

SHOUTOUT to the following creators:

@toastranger, most frequently nominated author

Runner-up: @lazybakerart

@lazybakerart, whose fic "Cherry" had the most nominations for a single fic overall

Runners-up (tied): "when the bones are good" by @un-buttoned and "Yourself or Someone Like You" by halfempty

@flippyspoon and @toastranger, tied as the author who had the most of their fics nominated

Runners-up (tied): @lazybakerart and @brawlite

thank you to all creators and nominators overall. you're all amazing and this literally could not have happened without you.

now for logistics:

what now? consider this coming week the "review period" (is this a peer-reviewed journal???) and read your lil heart out. the final vote form will open on july 17 at 11:59pm CT and you will be able to select as many fics as you want. it will stay open until july 24 at 11:59pm CT and I'll post the final starter pack sometime on july 25.

what happens if my fic is chosen? authors of chosen fics will be invited to add their fic to the harringrove starter pack collection on ao3 and will be of course be part of the list I will post on tumblr. if your fic is on the nomination list or final list and you want it removed, please contact me and I'll remove it ASAP.

I make graphics, can I contribute?? YES please do! if you are interested in making a graphic for the final list, please send them to me here BEFORE july 17 at 11:59pm CT. any submitted graphics will be added to the voting form so we can choose as a collective. artists will of course be credited and the graphic will be used on both the tumblr list and on the ao3 collection. this does not have to be a new piece of artwork, it just has to be your own (with the exception of episode screencaps, etc.) and not sexually explicit. please note that I don’t accept anon asks or submissions!

which of billy's outfits is the winner winner chicken dinner (finger lickin good)?

Winner (by a country mile): date night/fight night chic. the red shirt™, brown jacket, and jeans.

Runner-up: "denim tuxedo"

Honorable mention (bc it cracked me up): "naked in the shower"

in summary, here are some important dates:

july 11 - nomination list is posted; review period begins

july 17, 11:59pm CT - graphics must be submitted at this time; voting opens

july 24, 11:59pm CT - voting closes

july 25 - final starter pack is posted

+ bonus

july 29-31 - mini @harringroveweek!!!

happy reading!! xoxo

#harringrove #ok ya bitch is going to sleep #nighty night #billy hargrove #editor is giving me so much grief and not letting me format correctly #sorry that I can't do actual nested bullets so it's easier to read #hopefully the google doc looks ok #i spent much more time working on it than I did cleaning my apartment friday #even tho I had ppl over who were seeing it for the first time

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steven-with-a-vee · 2 years

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#nighty night you beautiful bitches #Please annoy Steven in the inbox #Its funny

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itsawildsaltychip · 2 years

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Hey remember that one character I drew on my last l. A s t post? Well this is that character.

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whimsyprinx · 2 years

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I’ve been informed by some friends that when I lie my voice gets higher and I just don’t know how to feel about that

#whimsy whispers #okay off to bed for realsies I hope #it’s just like #i knew I laughed when I lie but I didn’t acknowledge that my voice gets high that’s just TwT I can’t lie #horrible #it’s so funny like I went to ask my household to confirm and they were like yeah you do that #horrible I hate it here how am I expected to (lovingly) lie to my friends if they can hear me lying????#it’s unfair #i just have to lie through text #can’t hear my voice then #you’ll never know I’m lying #i hope this doesn’t apply to like actual lies because soemtimes a bitch has to lie about things that aren’t silly #i will now be hyperaware of myself when I lie #kk nighty night

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leupagus · 5 months

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Guys I Might Have Three Nickels

I've been watching "Agatha Christie's Marple" for the past few days and it's pretty good! Marple adaptations all tend to have a better caliber of actors than a lot of bog-standard mystery shows (looking at you, "Madame Blanc"), and while Joan Hickson's Marple is right up there with David Suchet's Poirot and Jeremy Brett's Holmes as "literally can never be beaten, these are the best anyone's done it," both Geraldine McEwan and Julia McKenzie do a fantastic job as Miss Marple.

Then I got to "The Secret of Chimneys," Season 5 episode 2

and guys

Guys

So there's a murder of a viscount, like there is, and this detective Finch rolls up and immediately spots Miss Marple (in her NIGHTIE! standing at the window like some kind of hussy, honestly Jane) and doffs his cap to her with that little smile that makes you go, "huh."

At this point I've watched a couple dozen Miss Marple episodes where she goes through detectives like wildfire and this guy's supposed to be a "*guru*" so I'm expecting some battle of the egos or something and like, Stephen Dillane is great! But bleh, I might have to skip this one.

Then my dude asks Miss Marple to SHOW HIM THE BODY, with a pleased little smile at her as she goes "uhhhhhhhh but my knitting?" (He even does that thing where you use someone's honorific and wait for them to give you their name, and that's when I was like "ohhh this bitch knows exactly who she is.") What follows is what I can only describe as a meet-cute in the secret passageway where the viscount was shot (and in fact the body is STILL THERE) and where Miss Marple literally asks the police equivalent of "is there a Mrs Finch" and he looks at her like this:

At which point I'm like "ohhh my dude not only knows who she is, he deliberately came here without a sergeant so he could draft her," and sure enough he just starts...handing her pieces of evidence like "hey babe can you decipher this note for me thanks love you" while Miss Marple is like, "this approval and camaraderie coming from a cop... not sure if want."

Next is a series of romantic strolls through the gardens while they discuss murder, during which Finch reveals his undying love I mean his research into Miss Marple and the "dozen case files" of her previous exploits that he's collected like some deranged fanboy. Miss Marple responds to this by BLUSHING LIKE A SCHOOLGIRL and stammering about how pish tosh it's nothing really, and I couldn't find a gif of it but he's staring at her like this:

Yeah I bet u r tempted

He also makes a half-hearted attempt at negging her "amateur sleuth" status, only to then immediately assure her that he makes like, so much money being a big fancy detective and can keep her in all the yarn and garden seed she could ever desire.

There's also a late-night tryst at the compost pile right after Finch has been (mildly) poisoned and Miss Marple is like "men are so weak" as she roots through the garbage for clues.

Not how he wanted their first date to go D:

The next morning there's another murder which: bummer, but also allows the two of them to read love letters together and for Finch to give Miss Marple the following look as she explains how secret assignations among lovers can "quicken the ardor":

Miss Marple then goes onto solve the murders and btw hands over the priceless diamond that's been literally missing for two literal decades that she found in her spare time. The entire scene features Finch looking at her like this:

After the dust settles, Finch and Miss Marple have a lovely moment where he calls himself "another one of your casualties," then super casually mentions that he's probably going to have to go on assignment to use the diamond in a daring international espionage case and I can't decide if he's asking Miss Marple to go with him or simply trying to show her that he is cool and smart and would make an excellent wife, but either way the episode ends with her turning him down and Jane, we need to talk about your priorities.

Anyway I've already written 2K about the subsequent 10-year epistolary romance these two have following this episode because I make poor choices.

#agatha christie's marple #miss marple #julia mckenzie #stephen dillane #special thanks to introvertedpedant for their exceptional gifs #anyway yeah I fully did the 'haha what if I jokingly shipped them' and then 30 minutes later was like 'oh no'#miss marple rhymes with parple #seriously though what's the explanation for these choice #other than dillane reading through the script and saying to mckenzie #'ok so I'm gonna play him like SO SO down bad for you is that cool'#and mckenzie saying 'you jump I jump jack'

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faghubby · 7 months

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EMBRACING THE TRUTH (part 2 of truth)

Sara continued to push me. I soon excepted that I was gay, well at least bi. But Sara just told me I was gay. It had been weeks since that dinner with Allen. And how things had changed.

Sara bought me my own panties, she particularly thought sexy is better, she wore cotton bikini style mostly. But had me in lace bright colored thongs. After that first night sucking Allen's cock became more of a weekly ritual. Between Sara and Allen i learned how to give a proper blowjob. I couldnt take all of him but could take several inches down my throat. Sara also often made me consume my own cum regularly. Sara also bought a strapon and fucked my ass with it. This along with having me shave off most of my body hair. Still had hairy legs. So It wouldn't look odd if I wore shorts.

"I have a date tonight" Sara whispered in my ear as she grabbed my ass. The boys sitting only ten feet away. I turned quick and looked at her. As if reading my mind.

"You have Allen, shouldn't I have a man as well?" She whispered grabbing my quickly growing cock thru my pants.

"Would you like me to bring home a messy cream pie for you to eat?" She giggled. I couldn't say anything, stunned a bit scared. I just held her.

After dinner she headed to the bedroom. I followed. The boys down in the basement playing video games.

"Sara who is this guy?" I asked

"Why, so you can try and steal him?" Sara laughed. "Take off your shorts" she commanded. I did as I was told. I stood before her wearing a blue thong with lace around the legs and waist and a little bow just above the new wet spot forming in them.

"I want you to wear this whi,e I am out" Sara said handing me a Victoria secret bag. Inside was a pink baby doll nightie with matching panties.

"But the boys?" I wimpered.

"Might as well learn that their daddy is a cum sucking sissy" she told me.

"Everyone else will know soon enough" she told me.

"What?" I stuttered

"Didn't I tell you, sorry I want to start pimping out that sweet ass of yours" Sara told me. As I stood there my dick throbbing and the wet spot growing.

"You like this idea I see" Sara said.

"Sara you can't be serious" I pleaded.

"Tell you what, if all goes well tonight and I come home with a snack for you, if you eat it all without complaint. I will let you pick one person that I choose to tell all about your cum sucking habits" Sara told me.

"Okay, I will" I told her thinking I had won.

"Your still wearing that tonight" Sara smiled. I watched as she got ready for her date. She wore sexy lingerie I had never seen must be new I thought. As she went to leave she kissed me.

"Shave the rest of your boy hair off as well" Sara told me. She made a loom like it was not open for discussion. I headed straight to the bathroom and drew a bath. Spent the next hour removing any remaining body hair. Then put on the nightie and thong.

I hid in our room the rest of the night to avoid the boys.

Sara returned after two hours. She came straight to the bedroom. And found me waiting she stripped and laid on the bed spreading her legs.

I knew I had to, I dove in and sucked out more cum then I had ever seen before.

"Get it all, he came in me twice" Sara told me.as I did I dry hummed her leg.

"Yeah, hump my leg sissy, after a real man fucked me" she moaned. A little too loud I thought. I sucked a stranger cum from my wife. And I loved it. I lifted my face covered in Sara's and her lovers juices.

"My little faggot didn't cum?" Sarea teased her foot now against my balls.

"Please" I begged.

"My little boy shaved his legs all smooth, do you think Allen will aprove?" She teased. Allen didn't care. He had me suck his cock while fully clothed. And she knew it. Didn't stop her from teasing me about it keeping it in the back of my mind.

"Did you show our boys what a bitch their father is?" Sara asked. I blushed. I don't know what I would do if the boys found out. Sara leaned forward and put my dick in her mouth I lost it coming as soon as she did. Sara then kissed me feeding me my own cum.

"I sucked Dan cock to" telling me her lovers name. "He has a big black cock" she said showing me a pic of him naked. His cock swinging between his legs.

"Yes he is huge" Sara giggled. "Jealous?" She smiled.

"Still horny?" She asked. "Want more?"

"Yes" I moaned as she grabbed my ass.

"I bought something" Sara smiled opening her purse. She pulled out a dildo with a harness.

"Tell me you want me to fuck your faggot ass" Sara said quite loud.

"Yes, fuck my ass" I said.

"No, ask right" Sara said. As she tightened the straps.

"Please, fuck my faggot ass" I begged.

"You're going to tell Diane all about how you love cum and beg for your ass to be fucked" Sara told me as she pushed her lubed pink toy into my ass. Diane was her best friend, I have known her as long as I known Sara.

"Dan fucked me just like this" Sara told me. For ten minutes she pounded my ass. I moaned and begged for more. Before she stopped and cuddled up spooning me. She held me until I fell asleep.

Sara was already up when I got out of bed. I showered the smooth skin felt exciting as the water danced across it. I reached back to feel my ass. It was still stretched easily fitting three fingers inside. Sara met me as I got out of the shower.

"You will wear this today" Sara said handing me a flower print dress. She also gave me a bra and panty set to wear.

"Sara the boys?" I asked.

"Already gone for the day" Sara told me. I got dressed.

"Allen called" Sara teased. " He needs you right away" I looked down atthe dress.

"You look perfect, better hurry across the street" Sara told me.

"Sara I can't" I said shaking.

"Yes you can and will" she produced a butt plug seemingly out of thin air. She pushed me over the counter and pushed in lube followed by the plug. "Now get going" she told me. Leading me to the front door. She practically pushed me out. I didn't even look around I ran as fast as I could to Allen's house. I knocked he left me waiting for what seemed like forever before he opened the door. I pushed past him.

"What's the rush, you look so cute" he laughed lifting my dress.

"You have become a true little sissy faggot haven't you?" He said having me spin. He tapped on my ass pushing on the plug. I looked up at him and sank to my knees. As he sat down. I unbuttoned hos pants and pulled them down along with his boxer shorts. I took care of everything making him comfortable before I started to suck his big cock.

"You really love sucking cock don't you, princess" Allen said pulling on my hair. I did, I liked sucking his big cock, I liked that Sara was fucking some guy. I liked that Allen called me princess, I liked that someone would see me in this dress. I liked how my smooth skin felt, I realized I didn't like wearing my boy clothes any more. I didn't even want to make love to Sara, I looked forward to her pegging me with her strapon instead. I thought of all this as I managed to deep throat Allen. Suddenly he grabbed my head and held it as he came down my throat. He leaned back catching his breath

"That was fucking amazing" he told me. "I mean it no one had ever sucked my dick like that" I beemed with pride still on my knees. I realized ihad cum in my panties while sucking his cock. I had not even realized it. I stood up fixed my dress and walked back across the street with my head held high.

"You look like the cat that swallowed a big cock" Sara laughed as I walked in.

"Sara. You are right I am a total faggot, how do you think we move forward from here?" I asked her.

"Baby I am so proud of you,well first we have to tell the boys. Then we shall see if you want to become a woman or just be a little faggot.

"OH, i want to be a faggot, well maybe get some tits" I told her. She hugged me.

"We shall see" she told me. Sending me to go brush my teeth.

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derangedanomaly · 2 days

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Ok so as a person who isn't good with names (obviously I remember their name tho) I could see them having funky little nicknames to make it simpler ╮(·o·)╭ so just a quick question if they were to have nicknames what do you think they'd be?

THE BOYS NICKNAMES FOR EACH OTHER

Nightmare:

This dude does NOT care lol.

He calls them all by the names of their AU 💀

Ace: Dust

Blade: Killer

Ted: Horror

Chaos: Chao

Strangely calls Chaos "Chao"??

He didn't tell anyone the reason why 🤷‍♀️

Chaos:

LOVES NICKNAMES!!

It's his love language istg

Nightmare: Nightie/Night

Ace: C

Blade: Kills

Ted: Teddy

Ace:

Doesn't use nicknames often.

Not up for it 🤷‍♀️

Nightmare: Nightmare

Chaos: Chaos

Blade: Bitch

Ted: Ted

He's bland 🙄

Blade:

ALSO NICKNAME USER❗️❗️

Loves nicknames lol

Nightmare: Goopy/Boss

Chaos: Mom (accidentally 💀)

Ace: Asshole

Ted: Dude

To be fair, he calls everyone "dude" 💀

Ted:

Doesn't understand nicknames much.

He much rather likes when someone's giving HIM nicknames :)

Nightmare: Boss

Chaos: Chaos

Ace: Ace

Blade: Blade

#undertale #undertale fandom #sans undertale #chaos sans #undertale au #utmv #utmv au #vicnityask #dust sans #killer sans #nightmare sans

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dried-mushroom · 2 years

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Why?

The Grabber x Reader

tw: belts, angst, kidnapping

You had finally gotten away. You had finally made it out of the torture which you've endured now for months, stuck in that basement, or so you had thought.

You knew the game he was playing, leaving the door unlocked, the handle practically beckoning you to turn it. You knew if you went up those stairs right away, he'd be sitting there with that fucking belt, waiting to use it on you. He'd beat you bloody, till you were unconscious or even worse; dead. Did he honestly think you were that stupid? you waited at least an hour before venturing up those stairs and into what that monster calls 'home'.

Your eyes searched the darkness of the living room, looking for anything of use, the only source of light was emitting from the kitchen. Where he was just sitting, seemingly deep asleep, his gangly legs spread wide, with his belt resting slack in his hand. The sight made you shudder, knowing what could have happened to you if you happened to be any earlier.

Your eyes found the front door and to your luck, it only had a basic lock, it didn't have a combination lock which would most likely have taken you eons to crack. Quickly you spared a glace at your captor, who hadn't stired, thankfully. You brought up your trembling fingers towards the lock, and a nervous jitter started in your abdomen. Any loud noise could alert the man or 'The Grabber' as others called him, and if he caught you trying to escape, he'd most likely butcher you.

A wave of relief washed over you as the door unlocked almost silently. You had finally gotten away. You had finally made it out of the torture which you've endured now for months, stuck in that basement, all you had to do was open the door and run. As soon as you turned the handle, a loud voice laced with pure anger pierced the chill air,

"GET FUCKING BACK HERE."

You knew exactly who that voice belonged to and it made your blood curdle. 'It's now or never' you thought to yourself before you pushed the door open wide and took off. The thudding of his boots on the floor, chasing after you made you run even harder.

"You bitch, no matter how fast you run, I'll catch you."

His threat meant nothing to you as you had made it down the street. Even without running for months, you were truthfully surprised at how fast you were, high on adrenaline. You couldn't hear him chasing after you. So you had a chance to slow down and catch your breath. You let out a laugh as you now were free, free from your concrete prison, your fucked up captor, it was all gone. Now all you had to do was go to the authorities and tell them everything.

Oh how you were so wrong.

As you were now briskly walking up the narrow street, the familiar rumble of a particular car sent you running faster than before. You knew it was him, he had found you, and he was going to take you back to that fucking basement and do God knows what to you. Yet, you kept persisting, running further on the pavement, just trying to escape your doom.

Suddenly you roughly hit the ground, a pair of hands grabbed your hips harshly pulling you closer to the warm bare chest of someone. Him. You both were obscured from sight in some shrubs. You could feel the bottom of his mask press into your shoulder, and you saw a porch light turn on at the house only a few feet away. Tears started to form in your eyes, as you realised that you were going to put through hell when he took you back. You felt the cool touch of a blade pressed against your through, he whispered,

"If you say one fucking word, and I will gut you like a pig right here in the street and strangle you with your own intestine."

His threat made your building tears fall down your cheeks, but you stayed silent. When the porch light flickered off, he moved the blade and straddled you, the last thing you remember is the last words he spoke before knocking you out with his fist, adorning rings.

"Nighty night naughty girl."

smol time skip

You think it's morning when you stir, a throbbing pain sets behind your right eye and you feel the familiar uncomfortable mattress beneath and you suddenly remember the events of last night making you gulp. Fearing the worst, you didn't move a muscle. An amused chuckle broke the air,

"You naughty fucking girl. LOOK AT ME"

You slowly sat up, inching closer towards the wall, inching further away from him. You took notice of how he didn't change from last night's attire. Did he watch you all night? the thought sent a shiver down your spine as you met his eyes, through the mask of course.

"You really tried to leave me? why? Was I not good enough for you?"

His words oozed hurt and condescension as he looked down at you, from the opposite wall, you froze when you saw the belt taut around his hand, he noticed your eyes lingering down at his hand.

"Oh this little thing? well, you need a punishment for what you did and my belt seems pretty fitting, no?"

Your face drained as he walked closer to you, almost imitating a predator stalking its prey. He got close to the edge of the mattress, the tension thickening with every second. Before you had a chance to defend yourself, he lashed out and hit you, right on the jaw with his free hand, making you double over in pain. He bent down to your height and pushed your hand away from where he hit, practically admiring his handiwork. He quickly dropped his hand before ordering you,

"On your stomach. now. also, top off"

You did as he said, slowly undressing your top half, him staring awfully long at your bare breasts, before lying uncomfortably face down on the mattress. He placed a boot roughly on your lower back, making you bite your lip in pain, you assume he did this for dominance and to make sure you don't squirm. He didn't waste a precious second before whacking your back with the rough leather of the belt. The impact of the belt broke your skin and made tears bubble up, a scream getting caught in your throat. He hit you, again, and again, and again, and you almost lost count of how many times that leather made contact with your bare skin, now sticky and cold with blood.

Your face is stained wet with tears, your throat scratched red raw from relentless screaming from the pain he inflicted on you. While hitting you, he'd barely say anything, seemingly too enraged to even degrade you. You couldn't bear the torture any longer, you hoarsely begged him.

"please. enough. I'm sorry. I won't try to leave. ever again. just please stop hitting me. please."

Most of your words came out in choked sobs, you were barely coherent. He laughed before hitting you once more as if you needed a reminder. Yet he decided to be 'merciful', he slid his boot from your lower back and bent down to your level. Not without fisting a hand in your hair, craning your neck to look into his eyes, which you noticed were unnervingly glossy.

"You better hope those pretty wounds don't get infected."

Without another word he left you alone in the room, slamming the door shut and locking it. Even with him gone, you still were crying, crying wasn't the right word. It was borderline hysterical sobbing, here you were after you tried to finally be free, stuck in the same basement knowing you'd never be free until the day you die or alternatively, killed him. You pulled your knees to your chest and faced the wall, begging yourself to just stop breathing, then it'd be all over.

The next morning

He almost felt bad for what he did to you. Seeing you so vulnerable, under him made him feel euphoric but as soon as he saw your face, he felt a trickle of guilt seep into him, he saw the look of pure fear and pain in your eyes. (which would irl prob make him hard but oh well).

You didn't sleep at all that night, too paranoid of him coming back to shut an eye. It was morning, as you could see the light come through the vent close to the roof from the corner of your eye. You didn't bother to move, your back felt worse than it did yesterday, the welts had an everlasting burning to them. When you heard the door click open you just wished the ground beneath you would just open up and swallow you whole. You didn't budge when he walked closer to you and placed the tray of 'food' down on the floor near you. You felt the mattress dip and he sat next to your smaller frame. He placed a hand on your thigh and felt how you tensed up.

"I'm really sorry for what I did to you yesterday...I shouldn't have hurt you so bad."

Hearing his apology made you sit up, and you noticed he wasn't wearing his mask, it was odd to see since he was always wearing that creepy fucking mask. He was staring at his lap, his auburn hair covering part of his face. You moved closer to him and whispered,

"Thanks...for apologizing"

The tension in the room was honestly awkward until he offered to fetch some disinfectant and another clean shirt, you nodded at his offer. When he came back with his supplies he looked down at you softly. He sat behind you as you flipped your hair to the side, as he started to dab a cloth soaked in disinfectant on your wounds, making you let out a hiss of pain. He put a reassuring hand on your bare shoulder while cleaning you.

After he was finished, he gave you one of his black silk shirts, it honestly felt so soothing to your skin. Once you were fully dressed, he beckoned you to sit in between his legs, you don't know what compelled you to do it. Your back was pressed against the soft material of his open cardigan and some of his bare chest. While his chin rested gently on your shoulder. He mumbled in your ear,

"This is...nice...We shoulc be like this more often."

You mumbled an agreement, as you started to feel drowsy in the man's arms, slowly you drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

Little did you realise that this was exactly what he had planned from the start.

#ethan hawke #the black phone #the grabber #the grabber x reader #i want this man so bad #i need to touch grass #i really need help

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