#ok good morning everyone <3 *falls asleep*
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More dark kcrm (just two of them heh) for the birthday fruit @orange-dreamzer <3
#zu art#comic#dark kcrm#dark killercreammare#shattered dream#dream!sans#killer!sans#undertale#undertale au#utmv#ok no angst this time... but no fluff either >:D#I had way too many ideas but ended up finishing what I promised >;3#hopefully you like it! (๑>◡<๑)#*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･''･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*#Killer: *flirts when he wants to impress someone* | S!Dream: *flirts when he's about to strangle someone* xd#Dream wants some info but Killer is a tough nut to crack ;)#our goopy boi is almost at his limits but he doesn't want to break his favorite toy (//ú3ù//)#ok good morning everyone <3 *falls asleep*
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OOOO what about reader falling asleep on jamie’s shoulder after a late away game (maybe they come along to games on the bus) and realizing how much he loves them
Thanks for requesting! This one is a lot shorter, but I hope it’s what you’re looking for <3
silent sleepers
Rebecca lets you come to games on the team bus. Well, you say she lets you, it’s really the team’s choice. She’s just the one who signs off on it. You go for Jamie, who gives you the window seat and holds your hand the whole way there and back, joking with the lads. You don’t talk a whole lot, but you don’t really mind. Sometimes Colin or Isaac will turn around from the seat in front of you and you’ll spend an hour chatting and laughing about whatever, but for the most part you just look out the window and think.
Life is busy, so you don’t often get time to sit without having to talk. It’s nice to be here on this smelly bus, holding Jamie’s hand because you’re both relaxed.
A voice breaks through your reverie. “Good morning, Mrs. Tartt.”
You look away from the window to see a grinning Dani turned around in his seat in front of you.
You smile. “I’m not his wife, Dani.”
“Not yet anyway, eh?” Still grinning, he pokes Jamie who gives him a cut it out motion where you can’t see.
You don’t notice and laugh, blushing a little. You’ve only kind of talked about the future with Jamie, and you don’t really think he’s the type to settle down like that. It’s ok, you’ll take him however you can get him. You settle into your seat, ready for an hour of comparing hair products with Dani.
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The game went well, and you’re all piled into the bus. Everyone is excited, but so, so tired. The chatter has turned to a dull murmur as you hug Jamie’s arm, watching the lights go by out the window. He’s warm and you can feel him breathe, and pretty soon you’re passed out, asleep on his shoulder.
Jamie, on the other hand, is sitting very, very still. He doesn’t want to wake you, especially because you don’t usually sleep very well. He presses a light kiss on the top of your head and you twitch, so he pulls away. He looks at you, with your eyes closed and mouth parted, muscles relaxed after being constantly tensed. Hair slightly tousled. He could sit here like this forever.
He thinks about Dani’s teasing words earlier. Mrs. Tartt. He turns the words over in his head. Mr. and Mrs. Tartt. The Tartts. He likes how that sounds.
God, he sounds like a fucking middle school boy, writing your name over and over in the notebook in his mind, hearts in the margins.
In all honesty, you were one of the best things that happened to him. He’s not sure how he pulled you in the same way you’re not sure how you pulled him, but he supposes it’s good that you think you’re mutually out of each other’s league. It’s a little bit sweet.
You had some initial awkwardness about him being a famous footballer, but you worked through it. Hell, you two worked through everything. You refused to back down from a disagreement, with the mantra it’s not you against me, it’s you and me against the problem.
You were also funny. He swore you two were the funniest people on earth once you got going. He felt like you two could do everything together. He wanted to do everything together. A thought flashes through his brain. Our kids will be fuckin’ adorable. He doesn’t dwell on the fact that his brain said will instead of could.
You let out a little sigh, bringing him back to reality.
Dani peeps over and winks at Jamie.
“Ey, muchacho, good game today, no?”
“Yeah, yeah, good, yeah,” Jamie whispers. “Hey, Dani.”
Dani cocks his head to say what?
“Mate. You gotta play it cool, man.”
“Whatever do you mean?” Dani asks innocently. “I always play my coolest. I think it was pretty evident in the goal I scored today.”
Jamie rolls his eyes. “You know that’s not what I mean. I’m talking about on way over here when you made that fucking Mrs. Tartt joke.”
Dani places a hand over his heart. “You mean to tell me you do not want her to be Mrs. Tartt and I have made things uncomfortable for you? Oh no, I feel awful.”
Jamie would sock him in the arm if you didn’t have a death grip on him in your sleep. He levels Dani with a stare. “You know exactly what I’m talking about muchacho. You know how hard she is to surprise and if you ruin it, I’m sending Isaac after your hair.”
Dani gasps. “You wouldn’t.”
“Fuckin’ try me,” Jamie grins.
Dani grins back and turns back around in his seat. Jamie looks down at you one last time and uses his other hand to reach into his left pocket. The little black box he carries everywhere is safe inside. He breathes out a sigh and rests his head on top of yours.
Mrs. Tartt. Yeah, it’s going to happen.
#jamie tartt x reader#jamie tartt fanfiction#jamie tartt x you#jamie tartt x y/n#jamie tartt imagine#jamie tartt#ted lasso
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Skz x male reader(9th member)
It was a rainy day,all the members were practicing for the next tour.
They have been practicing since the morning and it was time for their meal.
"Okay guys, it's time to go eat something"said the leader while the other followed to the door.
"M/n,aren't you hungry?"asked Minho,"Not right now,maybe later".And with that he left and told the others that you weren't hungry and you would eat later.
It was already 7:30pm and you were still feeling dizzy,I mean,you will be feeling dizzy because of the extreme diet that you putted on yourself.Why the extreme diet?,the only thing that answers this is the hate that you received from almost everywhere.
A few minutes later,everyone stopped for a minute to drink water.Your back leaned on the wall while drinking water so that there were no chances of you to faint in the middle of the practice."M/n,are you sure you're okay?,you don't look like that",your eyes travelled to where Chan was,"Yeah I'm ok-",you fainted before you could even finish the sentence.Everyone panicked,then Jeongin approached to you and picked you up went straight to the dorms.
TIME SKIP
You had finally woken after 30 minutes,you could smell some nice aroma coming up from the kitchen,that meant that someone was cooking something.Everyone saw walking directly to where that so good smell came from,one was with tear in his eyes,maybe happy tears or that's what you thought,some were happy and some other were busy in the kitchen that they didn't noticed you.
"Hey Mn,ya fellin' good know?"after Felix spoke everyone's eyes turned to you."Yeah,kinda better..."you voice came out soft and made them feel a bit less worried.You opened your mouth to say something but instead got dragged to the dinning table."Now,no more talking,just eat this"Minho's voice was calm,he wasn't angry that you didn't take care of yourself but instead he was worried,what is something worse could have happened?,what if you ended up on the hospital?
Mini Timeskip
After dinner and a quick shower you were now on bed with Felix who was trying to help you fall asleep.He had his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep so that it made you fall asleep but a few minutes passed you couldn't sleep so you just stared at his face,admiring those pretty freckles of his <3.Your fingers started moving towards his face and touching his freckles,soon Felix opened his eyes just to see you admiring his freckles,"You like my freckles too much don't you?",you nodded in response,"My sun kissed boy",he smiled at you,"Okay,too much chatting,time to sleep".And with that,you falled asleep,and Felix went back to practice.
T I M E S K I P
A loud gasp was heard,cold sweat all over your body,heart pounding against your chest so fast that it felt like it would come out at any second,shaky breath and messy hair.
Yep that was you,after a nightmare where everyone was leaving.
You tried to fall asleep again but after many tries,you gave up and went to the living room.
All the Skzoo plushies(including your Skzoo plushie) around you,a blanket and your fav episode of Chan's room on the TV.
After 20 min had passed,you slowly fell asleep thanks to a song that Chan was signing,his soft voice made you instantly sleep.
While on the practice room of Skz, everybody was picking their things to go home.After a while of driving,they finally reached the apartment and went to open the door."Isn't that hyung's voice?"asked Seungmin,"It is mine but..."said Chan,then Felix walked to the living room and saw you all cuddle up with the Skzoo sleeping peacefully.
"So cute","It reminds me when he was just a little boy training hard".
#skz x male reader#skz x m!reader#skz x 9th member#skz x male reader 9th member#skz x m!reader 9th member#stray kids x male reader#stray kids x m!reader#stray kids x 9th member#stray kids x male reader 9th member#stray kids x m!reader 9th member
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but they stay with laios until he falls asleep anyway they barely get any sleep later in the morning themselves.
this is honestly so sweet they r his lesbian parents… AAAAH man laios angst is rlly real. i love farcille sm they are thee understanders TM theyre so sweet,,, theyre probably out here having fun and silly theatre or opera dates … the :3 to me
also also u mentioned chilshi. what r they up to. are they old men yaoi. r they professors or just . job havers. bar owners or smth
oh mah god i havent thought much about chilshi. my beloved old man yaoi. that's ok we're going through my thought process together.
if i were to think about it chilchuck sounds like a miserable medieval history adjunct professor. he's divorced. he sees his daughters like twice a month and they're the reason for his will to live, when he doesn't see them, he hates everything and everyone. he doesn't really like his job. he has tenure. he can do what he wants. when his students ask him if he could repeat the assignment he just says "No." and tells them all to leave his class because lecture time has ended and he refuses to go another minute over. his class exam average is below 40 percent and he doesn't give a fuck. he's waiting for his next paycheck to buy drinks at the local pub.
senshi's a culinary professor. he loves cooking and he loves teaching people how to cook. he's been doing it his whole life. he cooks for the gang during dnd meetings. whenever he's in a kitchen he makes it his own, even if the kitchen doesn't belong to him. if it weren't for him everyone would probably die of dehydration or live on cup ramen and frozen food for entire semesters. he leaves pastries on chilchuck's desk because chilchuck has to mentally prepare himself to help teach a class of 50 uninterested people that do anything but actually pay attention for nearly 3 hours. the pastries are actually what keeps chilchuck going. chilchuck is the one that asks senshi if he wants to go drinking. senshi is a really good listener, chilchuck finds that hot, and tries to sleep with him, but senshi stops him and asks if he could just come over to his apartment and senshi will cook a nice warm meal for him instead and take it slow, because he's a gentleman.
chilchuck actually agrees to it and has a good time. they sleep together but don't have sex, and he wakes up in the morning like damn, i actually have a crush at my big age? that's crazy.
this becomes a regular thing for them until chilchuck can't take it anymore and grabs senshi by the beard and is like "WE NEED TO FUCK. RIGHT NOW." and senshi goes "okay :) after dinner with me first :)" (they have sex).
"how did they get into the dnd club van" falin slapped a bunch of posters around campus with cute doodles and senshi saw it on his way to his classroom. he asked chilchuck if he wants to join sometime in case he's sick of teaching hopelessly unmotivated students. chilchuck thinks about it for a long time but one day when he's so stressed from teaching he joins a meeting and promises it's just "one time only" and ends up becoming a regular.
he brings his daughters to the dnd meetings and marcille is so happy because they're so cute. most of the time they just want to play minecraft and are on their expensive smartphones but they're nice girls. sometimes namari and kabru buy them fast food behind senshi's back when they don't feel like eating healthy.
#dungeon meshi#chilshi#chilchuk tims#senshi of izganda#help why am i so invested in these old men now#laishuro college au
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mads i want to know how the tension between d word matty and girly during new years. specifically cause i know that charli and george had a party🙈
i'll write a smut kinda on this vibe nearer christmas, but this made me think about the first new year before you start properly seeing each other!! ok let's be a little bit evil here. yes, they have a party, but they don't announce it until the last minute and you have to be like "😟 i already told some of my friends i'd go out with them aw shit" - you say this to george when he and matty are in the office, and matty's internally like "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO", but he cheers up a bit when george is like "that's alright!! if you wanna come down at any time you're more than welcome" and you're like "oh i definitely will tysm". anyway, the night of... matty is lowkey moping around george's house before you get there, only perking up when you're referenced in conversations and going back to his drink the rest of the time; naturally, he gets a little bit tipsy, and cannot stop himself from replying to the also tipsy mirror selfie in the bar bathroom that you post on your insta story like "you look so good!! how's your night x". and you get all giggly at that (you are also tipsy) and reply "thank you 😚 no doubt you look good too!! and tbh it's so shit lol as soon as i've said happy new year to my friends i'm leaving and coming to you x" - matty's like "so you'll be here in like an hour? amazing. can't wait to see you x", and then he figures he should prob send a selfie in return, and swoons when you reply like "yeah i was right you look hot. see ya in a lil bit x". it's the flirtiest you've ever been with each other, and you're both really liking it. matty panics he's chanced it a bit too far when he meets you outside george's party, and hugs you then asks you if you had a new year's kiss, but you just giggle and shake your head like "everyone back there was mid. what about you?"; he's like "nah. there's nobody inside worth kissing", and his knees honest to god go a little bit weak when you boldly ask "what about outside?" (he's internally like rizz!! she has rizz!!). but he recovers enough to be like "oh, there's definitely someone, darling", and you smile so beautifully and whisper "good. i think so too", and you both lean in, and your hearts are racing, and you think you've never wanted someone so much, and you're juuuuuuuuust about to kiss each other when... ms xcx throws the front door open and says "BAAAAAABE you're here!!". she's so drunk she doesn't even register what you and matty were about to do, and she drags you inside to get you a drink and make sure you talk to everyone - matty's lowkey seething about her interrupting, but then you turn back to him and hold out your hand for him to take and he softens. you never quite get the perfect circumstances to retry the kiss again - there's always someone outside smoking or coming to sit next to you and whatnot - but it's still a nice evening for you and matty, both of you less inhibited by your feelings for the other; you end up falling asleep curled into each other on george's sofa, and in the morning he asks you to go for a drink with him properly at the end of the week. and we all know what happens from there... <3
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far yet together — hwang hyunjin
genre: fluff + a little angst | pairing: boyfriend!hyunjin x gn!reader | warnings: slight swearing | words : 1054. | do not repost or translate ©︎lino-jagiyaa
a/n: in celebration of hyunjin’s birthday today, i wrote this little drabble!
💭 you and hyunjin are apart yet again on his birthday but he tries to make it up to you the best that he can until he comes back ♡
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hyunjin was scheduled to resume tour today so you wouldn’t be able to see him in person for almost a week until he was able to come home. it pissed you off to say the least. why couldn’t they schedule the tour dates so they consider the members birthdays? the question the plagued your mind every time your boyfriend or his band mates had long schedules on their special days.
if it was aggravating to you, then you knew it had to be for them as well. they often have to plan things ahead or push plans back a few days or weeks.
when hyunjin sent you a voicemail the night he was leaving, reminding you how long he’d be away, you had already fallen asleep.
hyunniebun ❣️: hi, love. just want to say that i love you and hope you sleep well. my flight is in half an hour and i know you won’t see this until the morning since you’re already asleep. i’ll talk to you as soon as i can, ok?
as soon as you woke up the next morning, you grabbed your phone to check for any messages and found the voicemail hyunjin had left. hearing the sadness in his voice as he spoke made your heart hurt. knowing he’s just as pained being away from you. you wish the two of you could run away together. to get away from all the hurt. never have to be apart for more than a few hours at most. but what you didn’t know was, hyunjin felt that he’d never be enough for you never being enough because he’s not always there for you physically. it hurt him to even think about letting you go, but he knew it wouldn’t be as easy as it seemed to quit his job, pack up and leave. he loved both of you and he didn’t know how to weigh in both at the same time. it was draining him mentally day by day.
he knew he had to talk to you about how he was feeling but he didn’t want to worry you. make you feel like he was leaving since that wasn’t what he truly wanted to do. he just needed to get the underlying feelings off of his chest because he felt like he would explode otherwise.
the sun had rose and fallen since you last spoke to him. and with not much to pass the day, you just sat at home after work awaiting his call. your cat, honey accompanying you as you tapped your fingers on the edge of your desk. you had your laptop opened to facetime so you’d be ready as soon as his contact popped up, with nothing else on your mind.
when your laptop flashed the call screen, you sat straight up in your chair and quickly clicked answer.
“hi, baby!,” hyunjin smiled as soon as he saw your face, “i miss you so much already, can’t wait to come home and give you so many hugs.” he frowned a little
“hyune, i miss you too. did you have fun at the first show?”
“mhm, stay had so much energy tonight. it gave me and the boys more energy as well.” he laughed
“that’s good. don’t want you boys falling asleep on stage. i know the jet lag must’ve been bad as soon as you landed, huh.”
“yeah, but we ended up taking naps, and soon after we got to explore the city a little.”
“ooh how fun, did you get to go to any gift shops and eat some good food?” you ask, curiously
“yeah! it was really fun, love. we even wet to an arcade and won some prizes. i’ll be collecting little trinkets and plushies to bring back to you.” his eyes turning to crescents as he smiled
“that’s great. i’m glad everyone is having fun and eating well. make sure to send me lots of pictures.”
“i will. i brought my digital camera and we also picked up some disposable ones. so there’ll be plenty to show you,” he trailed off a little, “besides all of that, how are you holding up?” he asked worridly
hyunjin could see the lack of sleep on your face. dark circles occupying your eyes. he knew it was hard for you to get good rest when he was away for so long.
“i’m doing okay, hyune. i’ll be fine, i promise.” you give him a tired smile
“alright, love. you know you can always talk to me if something is troubling you, right?”
“i know, babe. i promise i will.”
“okay. but there is something i’d like to talk to you about…” he trailed off again, but this time you noticed.
“what is it? did something happen?”
“no, no. nothing in particular happened, it’s just i hate being away from you and i hate it but i always feel like i don’t deserve to be with you. i-i’m not there with or for you enough of the time and i know it bothers you too. hell, you can’t even get proper rest when i’m not around and i hate making you feel like that. i’m so sorry i’m not there whe you need me. i wish-” he started to tear up. you could hear the shakiness in his voice.
“hyunjin. it’s okay.” you cut him off
“no it’s not. you know it’s not. i don’t deserve you. you don’t deserve to be treated this way.”
“hyune, baby. i love you despite all of that. don’t say you don’t deserve me, because you do. because i love you and only you and i don’t want to be with anyone else, okay?” your eyes now threatening tears to fall, but you pushed them back. wanting to stay strong for him.
he nods and sniffles before replying, “i know, i’m sorry. i just had a lot on my mind and needed to let it out. i don’t want us to break up either, i just hate having to be separated all of the time. it’s draining both of us so much. i love you too, always.”
“let’s figure this out then, yeah? we’ll get it sorted.”
“yeah. and i promise to plan a real date for us when i get home. something special, just the two of us.”
“it’s a deal.”
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[FANCAFE] 23.09.18 IU replies to uaena’s comments on her fancafe (Part 1)
IU replying to her own post:
Ah I forgot to mention one thing..
I really wanted to at least attend one of the movie screenings today and do a surprise stage greeting… but there’s a really big scene to be filmed today and I’m not in Seoul right now..ㅠㅠ I tried to arrange my schedule since a month ago, but it’s a scene that many actors appear on set together and matching everyone’s schedules is like catching a star in the sky, so it was difficult for me to meet uaenas today, whatt ㅠㅠ!!! Just saying in case there are any uaenas looking at the door, waiting for me to make my appearance and not being able to enjoy the movie today..
Uaena: I cried so much that I took a crying selca, unnie… if you read this on stage, I would have been submerged (in tears)…
IU: Show us -clap- show us -clap-
Uaena: I’m curious about whether you had your dinner, whether you’re filming right now, whether you’ve been sleeping well lately. I love you.
IU: I just reached my accomodations, washed up and wrote this letter. I’m going to bed now. Tomorrow will be a busy day from early morning to night! Nowadays, the moment my butt touches something, I fall asleep kekekeke 😍 Goodnight!!!!
Uaena: I was looking forward to (your surprise appearance), but it’s ok! We can’t ruin jingjjang’s schedule! Have a safe trip back. You worked hard for today’s momo concert!!! I’m wondering if you saw the uaena waving goodbye to you as you left? ㅠ
IU: Of course I saw all of it 😌 There were many people holding slogans and I saw many lightsticks too, so I put in effort to look at them, but I was told not to open the window for safety reasons, so I couldn’t open my window. Sorry ㅜㅜ
Uaena: -long post which mentioned that uaena’s love for IU is not one-sided but reciprocated by IU-
IU: What do you mean one-sided!!😡🔥🔥 I love you!!
Uaena: Unnie, when exactly do you sleep? Please sleep well! This middle schooler uaena will be going to bed first hehe Have a good night 🫶🏻
IU: Nowadays, I almost always sleep at midnight!!! After my middle school days, it’s the first time I’m having a routine lifestyle again 😍😍
Uaena: I really want to ask whether you think a serious bread includes salty bread. 🤨
IU: Salty bread looks cute, so it’s an excited bread.(TL note: IU mentioned before on IU TV that she prefers sweet bread and doesn’t like ‘serious’ bread like garlic baguette or pizza bread or sausage bread which tastes of food.)
Uaena: Has your skin recovered from the mosquito bite??? I noticed you stuck a sticker to hide it cutely today kiki
IU: … It keeps swelling up..ㅠㅠ I think this evil mosquito released its poison all the way inside my bones (insert mosquito bite selca)
Uaena: Jieun noona, have you watched the show in the movie theatre?! It’s almost like going back again to last year, it’s no joke!!
IU: Have I watched it, or have I not~?
Uaena: I’m curious about the drink you often order from the coffee truck. Please let us know your TMI.
IU: Babamba latte. When it’s hot, I go for ICE, when it’s cold, I go for HOT 😌 (TL note: It’s a mix of chesnut, walnut and milk with some honey)
Uaena: Have you seen the Unique Dayooki (TL note: IU 15th anniv contest on fancafe)?! The creations are hilarious 💜
IU: Uaena are.. really (in a good way) crazy.
Uaena: Unnie, to you what is the most legendary song of Golden Hour?
IU: The 3rd section of the concert is really… awesome…
Uaena: How are things between you and your brother lately?
IU: Getting better as we get older 👍
IU replying to herself:
Ah I really need to go to bed now!! 🐥🐥🐥🐥 I’m really going to bed!!! I’ll be back tomorrow if I have time during my breaks. Today is an important day for us ❤️ Let’s keep the conversation going. Goodnight!!! 😊😊😊
Translated by IUteamstarcandy
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Norman Osborn x fem! reader
Warnings: sexual references, swearing
a/n; this is my first Norman fic so pls be nice! :)
Working for Norman Osborn had its ups and downs, depending on the day he was either the most respectful, kind and caring boss or a complete monster. Today was a 'monster' day. You squinted at your computer screen attempting to figure out what meetings the forever-busy Mr Osborn had. A loud bang erupted behind you, and the sound of clicking on the PVC floor followed. You looked up to see a cold, angry Mr Osborn racing towards his office, you gathered up the papers on your desk and rushed behind him. "um-Good morning sir!", you tried to force positivity, "So, today you have 3 meetings-" you were cut off by a hand slammed quickly on the dark oak desk "leave it here and get me a coffee...please". His voice was monotone but his eyes looked at me pleading instead of the usual soul-ripping stare that was his normal on these days. "yes of course sir!" a big blush spread across your cheeks as you looked into his pleading eyes. You quickly dashed out of the office and steadied yourself on the office kitchen counter. You didn't know why but your cheeks were red and your legs were trembling beneath you. 'I've never felt like this before around him, the way I could've just stayed there in that office looking into those big eyes god I really must be sex deprived if I'm thinking this about him'. You rolled your eyes and started preparing his coffee 'I wonder what's wrong with him today' Whenever he has these days he would just stay cooped up in his office and avoid everyone so there was no chance he'd be telling you what's up.
You knock and enter his office, He is on the phone passive agressivly arguing with the person on the other end. You place the coffee down quietly he responds with a nod and then shoos you away, you gladly accept the coldness not wanting to elevate the strange thoughts you had been having about him today.
You were on the verge of falling asleep your head in your hands, drool pooling at the corner of your lips. "[y/n] !" A snapping voice scared you awake. You jolted up to see a growingly angry Norman Osborn "Stop sleeping and follow me I need you to accompany -me to my meetings, you need to take notes". He had returned to the soul-ripping stare and you melted beneath him. "Y-yes sir" You stumbled up out of your chair grabbing a: notepad, pen and coat.
After a silent, very awkward, elevator ride you both stood at the entrance
in front of you was a black Rolls-Royce, the driver stood firmly next to the impressive car "Are you ok [y/n]", Norman broke you from your thoughts making you realise you had just been standing there mouth agape staring at the car. You give him a quick nod and you both shuffle into the car. The back is spacious and you glance around, your eyes rest on Norman who is looking nonchalantly out the window. His hair is neatly slicked back with small lighter streaks showing through the light brown hair his age is reflected beautifully. minutes into the journey the car pulls up abruptly as loud horns shout and flashes of cars crashing in front of us the quick stop made Norman fall on top of you. He catches himself before fully crashing into your face, you can smell his cologne it's rich and deep and dignified. you try to desperately inhale as much of the scent as I can 'god I can't do this, he's like 50, im being so weird but i cant get enough '. His eyes widened as he noticed the compromising position, how his arms were intertwined with yours and his hips were pulling the hem of my skirt up. He jolted upwards sitting stiff as a board readjusting his pristine suit and looking away franticly.
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I was there lying on top of my assistant her eyes looking up at me changing from panic and fear to a face I couldn't recognise. I felt her breath on my collar 'What am I doing!?'. I pushed myself up quickly, I fidgeted with my suit as I could feel my cheeks and the tips of my ears heat up with a vivid rouge. 'I need to hide this' I turned towards the window trying to calm down. my heart was pounding in my chest ' I need to stop this nonsense' . 'No coward ,you need to take here right now in the back of this car!' the decrepit cackling rang in my ears 'No, it's not right, you're not right!'. I knew, he knew, that I have been interested in [y/n] for a while now ever since the office Christmas party when she showed up in that beautiful red dress and smiled at me. God that beautiful smile, the way it could light the darkest caves of my mind, the way it could silence the goblin for days leaving me is sweet bliss
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After you had sat up your head was still spinning from the past 30 seconds the road had now cleared and the drive was going smoothly again. I looked over to Norman who was looking down at his lap with an angry scowl quietly muttering to himself 'what the fuck is he doing?' "Sir?" He looked up at you with a raised eyebrow and saddened eyes "Um-yes [y/n]?" he seemed unprepared to speak like he was lost in his thoughts. "Has everything been okay today? , something seemed wrong?" your worry for your boss was visible you looked intensely at his face searching for the slightest movement or expression to show his well-guarded inner thoughts.
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I looked up at [y/n], 'She cares?' I saw the worry spread across her face and tried to force a reassuring smile . " everything is okay [y/n], you don't need to worry about me" I breathed out heavily as she scooted closer towards me. I could smell the vanilla-scented perfume she wore and my face lit up, a genuine smile this time. " okay Mr Osborn, I'm here if you need to talk" She smiled that big bright smile and the cackling and darkness left, things were so much better when she was around. I didn't need her for these meetings I could have handled them fine but I wanted to see more of her and that gorgeous smile.
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We pulled up at the first meeting, another large grey company building the blush on my cheeks wore off as my face was pricked by the bitter November cold. We walked in and spent the next 3 hours listening to old businessmen drabble on.
7:30 pm, you walked through the doors of the final grey building your eyes barely open "Well that was fun" Norman piped up and rolled his eyes. you giggled eyes still closed. Through your limited vision, you can see your boss nervously fidgeting with his hands. "Um it's kind of late...do you want to get some dinner?" your head shoots up and you look at him surprised "We can use it to go over the meetings" his eyes soften as he looks into yours "That Would be nice, I'm starving anyway" you smile at him, looking deep into those watercolour eyes again and again you could stay there forever "so, where shall we go?"..
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breakfast.
ok, i've decided my late night freak shit needs its own dedicated post, so here we go! i put on my big boy pants and wrote a real stuffing scene!!
wc: 3.6k | rated: E | tags: getting together, belly kink, stuffing, feedee eddie munson, feeder steve harrington, semi public sex (in eddies van) | Ao3.
based off this anon and subsequent tags by @scoops-aboy86 <3
condensed ver: when the older kids meet up to hang out, during college, eddie stuffs himself with beer and food and weed (perfect, normal for him). steve notices and steve likes it, so he brings eddie breakfast in his car the morning after. read here a little eddie background and the subsequent morning after.
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he figured it out once he got to college and had access to his all you can eat pass for the food hall. in addition to becoming know to always having weed, could usually sell you a little, has the good stuff. that got him invited to parties, hang-outs with other stoners, who just wanted to repay his hospitality, usually with beer, and food. who was eddie to say no? and he just didn't think much about it, how much he liked drinking and smoking and eating till he couldn't move. he just knew he did. so he did it, every weekend, every friday night. sometimes on a wednesday. sometimes he didn't drink, just smoked and ate, sometimes he didn't drink or smoke. some nights, alone in his dorm room. eddie just fucking ate.
so when he heard the plan to hang out, just the older kids, all back in hawkins for break, he knew it could be a normal night for him, giving in and eating like a pig (that word makes him blush, his dirty little secret). and then he was a little disappointed that no one said anything, about him, how he looked now, the rate at which he was chugging beers and pounding burgers. a comment might've been a little embarrassing. he might've want it to be, he thinks he might like that.
he thinks he sees steve staring. noticing when eddies beer was empty, or when he'd finishes another container of food. offering the rest of his, the last of the fries, whatever was left. cracking him a fresh can unprompted. eddie noticed steve notice those things. and eddie fucking loved it. loves the feeling of letting go and loosing control in front of everyone, in front of steve. likes the now familiar feeling of his full stomach weighing him down, making him slow and satiated, surrounded by good friends. its perfect.
but when he finally gets away for the night, sleepy and almost the perfect level of full, almost at capacity, finally letting his belly fully hang and release completely, gasping for breath. its almost enough, almost perfect, can almost feel himself growing, the way he loves. but it isn't quite right - even with the snack cakes he powers through, and the warm beer he finds buried amongst the blankets. even with his shirt rolling up every time he shifts and his jeans needing to come off because they were suffocatingly hot on his thighs. its still not quiet enough. still not what he dreams of. he wants someone here with him (doesn't let himself want for steve, (but sometimes he can't help it)). to help him finish and get him more, open his beers for him and rub his belly while he eats. or feed him because he's tired and can only summon the energy to chew.
to tell his how big he looks now, how much hes changed, looks different, looks fat.
instead he's alone, drunk and high and full and it feels good, feels nice to wrap the blanket around himself and fall asleep cradling his stomach, feels nice, his new normal. but it's not quite perfect. not quite enough.
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the knocking on the van rouses eddie with a start, he groans and pulls the blanket over his head. hiccuping a few times and scratching his stomach, it's still bloated and warm on the sheets next to him, falling out if his t-shirt, tender.
the knocking comes again and he calls out something he thinks resembles words and hears whoever's outside laugh. its the pretty, perfect laugh that kept pulling his gaze last night. steve.
eddie sits with a grunt, a little dizzy and hungover, but not so bad, just, fuzzy. he opens the back door and squints against the light. grins up at steve standing there looking perfect and casual and, can he smell food?
'breakfast?' steve asks, holding up bags from the diner, handing eddie a bottle of water... eddie must still be asleep.
he opens the door wider, motioning steve in. he kneels and gulps down the water in one long go. arching his back and quenching his cotton mouth. likes how the water feels in his stomach, not the same as beer but its nice to get something in there.
'ahh!' eddie finishes, squashing the bottle and tossing it aside, one hand resting on the shelf of his stomach, prodding slightly. he's not hungry per say, but he's definitely not full anymore.
steve had shut the door and taken his shoes off, eddie likes that he's made himself comfortable. he sits cross legged against the opposite wall of the van. his mouth is open and his eyes are staring at eddie. they're staring at eddies stomach, but he's not saying anything.
eddie wants him to say something. he needs it.
but he wants steve to make the first move.
he pulls at his shirt, so it covers him as far and it will go, which isn't all the way, not after last night, and he doesn't say anything about it. instead. 'you said something about breakfast?'
steve jumps a little and starts opening the bags, spreading the containers out over the blankets. 'ye-yeah. i got a few different things, didn't know if you were and sweet or savoury breakfast guy. but i thought we could just share.' steve hands eddie the plastic utensils and some napkins, not looking at him directly, just fussing with the food.
a few is an understatement, this is a lot of food. sweet pancake stacks, eggs and sausage, hash browns and donuts, waffles with whipped cream and berries. and like, a lot of bacon.
eddie takes a piece, its crunchy and salty and so so good, his groans slightly and sits back down, getting comfortable. steve hands him a coffee and eddie dumps creamer and sugar in until it's perfect. he takes a sip and shudders.
'cheers' steve holds up his own coffee, black, like a freak, and eddie smiles at him, tapping their cups.
'thanks steve, this is like, the most perfect way to wake up.' eddie smiles, pulling one of the pancake stacks towards himself and dunking his bacon in the syrup.
steve ducks his head, smiling and moves some bits around, making himself a container with a little of everything. but it barely makes a dent in the overall spread. they both dig in.
they talk about school, about Wayne and dustin and how fun last night was. steve talks about robin and their classes, professors he likes, some he hates. eddie listens and asks more, so glad steve is learning something he loves.
all the while they talk eddie is steadily making his way through waffles and bacon and everything else that's in front of him. he chugs another water. makes sure, for the second time that steve has had his fill. he's sitting back against the wall again, his portion empty, just sipping his coffee. he had accepted an extra half of a pancake but other than that, the rest is for eddie.
and eddie was right, when he thought it was a lot of food. it is. and it all tastes amazing.
but he's slowing down, feels where his stomach rests warm between his crossed legs, knows his shirt is struggling again, has a couple syrup and ketchup stains on it. eddie palms at the side a little, smooths over the crest, pulls at his shirt just to feels it slip back up. fills his mouth again.
there's just a few bits left, some waffles and greasy sausage hash and a couple donuts. eddie sits back on his palms and closes his eyes, trying to take a deep breath but struggling around how his stomach has started to press on his lungs slightly. he's almost there, that perfect fullness. just a little uncomfortable, a little too much, perfect.
'scoot back' steve murmurs gently, now right by eddies side. eddie opens his eyes sleepily and looks up at steve, he's holding the remaining food all stacked together in one container, fork sticking out the top. eddie smiles dopily up at him.
eddie manages to sit back against the vans wall without jostling himself too much, puts his pillow behind his back to lean against. he takes a moment to readjust his belly, feeling where the skin is taught and firm and warm with food, lifting it to feel the weight, laying it back down gently in his lap.
his head lols to the side, looking at steve kneeling over him. his cheeks are pink and hes gripping the container of food like a lifeline. 'here' he rasps, handing it over to eddie and curling up right next to him, they're almost touching, steve's looking right at him.
'thanks' eddie says, groggy, biting into a donut, moaning a little and closing his eyes. he doesn't care anymore what steve thinks, he feels too good. so full.
'so which is it?' steve asks, tucking some of eddies hair behind his ear.
eddie looks at him, furrowing his eyebrows and swallowing down the rest of the donut he'd just shoved in there. 'what?'
'are you a sweet or savoury kind of breakfast guy?' and eddie snorts, laughing around a bite of bacon.
'i'm an anything kind of breakfast guy.' eddie says, moving the container to one hand so he can rub and press at his stomach again, make some room, release some pressure. he gets powdered sugar from the donut on his shirt, he sucks it off his fingers and resumes petting and playing with his belly. maybe he's still a little high because he doesn't give a shit that steve is seeing him like this.
he takes a big bite of waffle, then another and another, finishing it off. he chews and swallows. 'but i do love sweet things stevie.' he confesses, because he does. he's always had a sweet tooth, can't help finishing any night without a desert, no matter how much he's had.
'you like this.' steve says, almost to himself, almost like he didn't mean to. eddie looks at him, steve clamps his mouth shut.
'like what?' eddie probes, heart rate increasing. he tries to sit up a little straighter but the moment makes him wince, too stuffed. he closes his eyes and puts his hand back on the top of his belly, can almost feel his heartbeat though the stretched out skin.
a big, solid, warm hand covers his and eddie opens his eyes. steve is sitting on his knees, looking at their joined hands on his stomach. 'this.' he rasps. 'you like this, having this, eating like this.' and then Steve starts moving his hand, light sweeping circles over the top of eddies belly. and it feels so good, lights eddie up. no ones ever touched him like this, it's like all his fantasies come true.
'yeah, yes.' eddie gasps. 'like it, like all of it.' he moans as steve pressed slightly, testing the give. 'was waiting for someone to notice, say something last night. wanted you to notice.' eddie pants, babbling and a little delirious over how good it all feels.
'i noticed eddie, always notice you. i've, fuck, never been able to take my eyes of you. even in high school.' steve confesses, laughing a little, sounds delirious too. 'but this, you, you now. god eddie. you're something else.' and steve is looking at him, awed and smiling so sweet. eddie can't believe it, he must still be dreaming.
'kiss me?' eddie pleads, feeling overwhelmed and bursting with joy.
steve leans in, pressing their lips together for a sweet kiss, tangling their fingers together over the shelf of eddies stomach. he pulls back, brushing eddies bangs away form his eyes and cradling his cheek, his smile is perfect, it's everything.
steve comes back close and the next kiss is deeper, more desperate, eddie moans and steve licks over his lips, into his mouth, exploring. eddie kisses back, not able to move much but he squeezes their joined hands, sucking and biting and tasting all of steve that he can.
eddie wants to kiss steve forever but his breath runs out quicker than he would like. he pulls away panting and gulping as much air as he can. 'fuck, sorry, give me a minute.' eddie gets out.
steve is a little breathless too, stroking eddies cheek and laughing lightly. 'we can kiss as much as you want ed's.' steve kisses eddies hand. 'but not right now.' and eddie whips his head to look at him. steve smile is playful but his eyes are dark.
'why not?' eddie asks, a little whine in his voice that he would be embarrassed about if it weren't for how it makes steves smile grow even more.
'because.' steve stars, moving to kneel between eddies thighs, nudging them wider to get right up close to eddies stomach. 'you.' he picks up the container that eddie had dropped at his side, distracted by something much taster. 'need to finish your breakfast.' and steve plops the food down on the crest of his belly.
eddie gasps at the contact, the implication, the way the container isn't even that far off balancing on its own without support. he honest to god almost cums right there. too many late night fantasies coming true at once.
'fuck stevie.' he whines, picking up the fork and shoving the last of the hashbrown in his mouth, along with the last of the sausage, both a little cold but still salty and delicious.
'thats it.' steve soothes. 'i know you want to, know you can do it ed's.' and steve lifts up eddies shirt, unwrapping his belly fully, all its scarred, stretch-marked glory. 'i mean, fuck, you obviously can, look at you.' steve puts his big hands on either side of eddies wide stomach, pressing and rubbing and eddie's going to loose it.
he puts the last of the savoury bits in his mouth, just one waffle left, swimming in syrup. 'te-tell me.' eddie slurs, trying to chew and talk and breathe a the same time.
'tell you what baby?' steve ask and eddie honest to god whimpers, thinks he could cry, its all so much.
he puts the container close to his face, taking a few quick bites of waffle, chewing and swallowing and barely even tasting anything. 'tell me how, how i look stevie, tell me.' and he takes a few more bites, the waffle half gone. he picks it up, uncaring that is makes his hand all sticky, he wants the container gone, wants to see steve better, watch him move his hands over eddie, watch eddie finish.
'eddie, baby,' steve says, hand still on him, leaning in close. eddies eyes roll back in his head and he shoves more waffle in his mouth, syrup dripping down his chin. 'you look fucking huge.' and steve licks the syrup away.
eddie moans, panting and chewing the last of the waffle, finally done, finally full. his eyes wide and desperate, locked on steve, on his face and his lips and his perfect fucking eyes.
steves hands move down past his bellybutton, grabbing onto the give of his underbelly, hefting it up and squeezing. he moves in closer, taking eddies syrupy fingers into his mouth and sucking. steves knee shifts forward and nudges against eddie groin, against his balls and his aching fucking cock.
eddie cums, wailing and overwhelmed by all the sensory input. vision spotting and mind blanking and he's so fucking full. steve is holding his belly and sucking his fingers and eddies never cum so hard in his life.
'oh, oh my god, eddie, baby, did you just?' steve is asking, babbling, kissing eddies face and still holding his belly, like he's forgotten, somehow, like it isn't actually pretty heavy. 'you're fucking amazing you know that? amazing, so good, so fucking hot eddie.' and he's grinding slightly, his hard cock against eddies hard stomach, jeans against too hot skin.
''tevei.' eddie slurs, still hazy from his orgasm and the, so many, portions of breakfast he just had. pawing at steves fly with his spitty hand.
steve scrambles to undo the fly, sort of dropping eddies belly and he groans, cradling it and squirming.
'fuck, sorry, m'sorry baby.' steve pants, stopping to kiss eddies face and pet over the swell. eddies smiles, he's so cute, taking care of him.
's'okay.' eddie kisses steve back when he can. steve leaving desperate little kisses all over; cheeks and nose and lips and neck and right back to the start again. 'wanna, wanna see your cock stevie please.' eddie whines, relishing in how it makes steve groan. he's so much fun, he's perfect.
steve undoes his fly finally, pulling his jeans and boxers down his thighs. his cock springing free, pink and wet and so fucking pretty eddie almost gets hard again. he wants it inside him, but that's for another day, when he's not full to bursting, or, no, for when he's in proper bed, yeah.
'this okay?' steve asks, grinding into eddies belly, arms either side of eddies head, caging him in.
eddie grunts, shifting as much as he can so he can touch it, hold it against his belly and give steve a little pocket to fuck in and out of. it's a little uncomfortable but the noise steve makes when he slides out and in again, rubbing pre all over, it's worth it. it's everything.
steves thrusts get sloppy quick, biting his lip and making these punched out whines. 'so pretty baby, so hot, love your belly so much.' steve pants, looking down at eddie, watching his cock fuck in and out, closing his eyes like it's all too much before opening them again.
'feels so good, so good stevie.' eddie whines again, lost in watching steve in ecstasy. 'want your cum, cum on my belly baby please.' and steve tenses, moaning and spasming and releasing all over eddies hand and stomach. eddie moans with him, the sight burned into his brain, never to be forgotten.
steve's panting hard, smooths his hair off his face and looks at the mess he made, mouth open again like when he first got in the van. 'shit.' he whispers, looking at eddie face with awe. he leans in and licks into eddies mouth, kissing and kissing and kissing him.
eddie lets him, laughing a little into the kiss. but then he feels the mess start to cool on his belly, in his underwear, he shifts and whines in discomfort. staring to feel sleepy and sticky and like he needs to lay down.
steve must read his mind because he pulls away and comes back with napkins, cleaning eddies belly and inside his boxers as best he can. even wetting them with some water to get off any bits that have started drying, handing the rest of the bottle for eddie to take sips of.
'think there's, uh, spares in that pile.' eddie motions to the little pile of clothes behind the drivers seat, collected from sleeping here after gigs, over the years, and too much food, in recent years.
steve kisses him again and goes to root around. eddie moves to sit up properly as best he can. pulling his ruined t-shirt off as well and tossing it at the pile of containers stacked in the corner. he really should tidy up in here.
steve comes back and helps eddie lay down, getting him situated on the thin mattress and the pillow back under his head. he peels off eddies underwear and they go with the t-shirt. fresh pair getting pulled on with kisses over his thighs, down to his knees and even one on the soft skin of his ankle. eddie laughs, staring up at steve in amazement. looking down at his belly in amazement, how it rises and falls in a pale dome above him, moving with each of his still shallow breaths.
steve places a delicate hand on him, soothing circles over the surface again. 'comfortable?' he asks, like he really really cares and eddies heart swells, feels like he could cry or something, the vunerability of the whole thing washing over him. steve saw everything, knows so much more about him now. 'you okay?' steve asks, laying down beside him propped up on his elbow. he strokes eddies cheek.
eddie holds steve hand at his face, squeezing it and then kissing his palm. 'yeah.' he answers wetly. 'just, that was amazing and i. don't, i. please tell me that wasn't a one time thing.' eddie feels his eyes well and he sniffs.
'baby.' and steve sounds wounded. eddie sniffs again. 'that was definitely not a one time thing. i don't think there's any way you could get rid of me now eddie munson.' and steve kisses him so sweetly, so gently, so full of care and feeling and eddie is a goner. a couple tears slip out and slide into his hair. hes so happy.
steve pulls away eventually, smiling down at him, dipping down to leave a kiss on eddies full stomach. eddie grins, yawning so big his jaw cracks. 'have a nap, yeah? i'll be here the you wake up and we can talk more.' and eddie nods, managing to tun onto his side with a grunt, pulling the blanket over the two of them. steve puts his hand on eddie stomach where it rests between them, scooting in as close as he can, and eddie relaxes, sighing into it, letting sleep take him. exited to wake up and spend the day with steve. wonders vaguely, what they'll have for dinner.
#ya this just arrived in my brain at like 3am#i was in goblin mode sorry guys#but its good its good#just read the tags please#and let me be <3#hotlunch#steddie wg#chubby eddie munson#stuffing#weight gain story
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Ok ok enough polls here's the story 🫶
I loved you like the sun
Tw!: Weed mention, smoking,
Had this idea based on this song <3
Dew yawns as he lays on Rains chest
Rain hums quietly and Rain taps his finger on Dews shoulder to the beat of the song playing on the headphones they're sharing
They finished their last show on the tour a few hours ago and are now on their way back to the ministry
They just decided to drive through the night so they can get back faster
Everyone's already laying down in their bunks asleep on on their phones
Dew sighs quietly he hasn't gotten a good sleep most of the tour
Mountain tried making him tea at the hotel, Swiss has tried tiring him out at the hotel, he's tried sleeping pills, weed, music, everything
Everyone's tried everything to help but nothing
And Dew knows the reason why he can't sleep
Aether isn't on this part of the tour due to having to go to meetings for papa and other troubles that just happened to hit while they were supposed to go out
He loves phantom of course but it's just not the same
He loves being on tour and doing shows but he can't wait to get back and finally see Aether again
He gets snapped out of his thoughts as he hears Rain singing with the song quietly while slurring his words due to almost falling asleep
Eventually he falls asleep and Dews left as the only one awake
He closes his eyes then opens them again as his mind wanders and he remembers he left a pack of cigarettes on the counter
If they weren't driving he'd definitely step outside and smoke
He's had to do that a couple times while on this tour
He'd step out while everyone is asleep and lean on the tour bus or step out on the balcony or out of the hotel if they were at one while calling aether
Usually he'd just call to hear his voice or to look at the moon
Just knowing they were looking at the same moon but miles and states apart brought him comfort for some reason
He smiles as he thinks about it
Eventually he closes his eyes and gets a few hours of sleep untill they get to the ministry
Copia wakes up everyone and they unpack the most important things cause they'll get the rest tomorrow
When they do it's still dark and about 5 am
Dew looks at the pack of cigarettes from earlier and grabs them then gets his suitcase and bags to save the trouble in the morning and is one of the first ones to get in the ministry
As soon as he does he basically runs to the den, almost tripping over his feet and suitcase a few times
As soon as he sees it he takes a deep breath while still speed walking
And as soon as Aether opens the door dew throws his suitcase and bags to the side on the floor and throws himself into Aether arms
Aether smiles and hugs him back just as tight
"hi firefly" Aether says with a big smile resting on his face
Dew sniffles, he doesn't know why the tears form in his eyes but they do
Aether understands
He pets his hair before placing a gentle kiss his head
"I love you" Dew says, his voice breaking mid sentence
"I love you too" Aether says hugging him tightly
Then Dew releases from the hug and wipes his eyes as the others begin to walk in
They say hi and hug Aether then go to their rooms to sleep
Aether picks up Dews bags and suitcase for him and brings them to his room
Dew follows rubbing his eyes from the tears and sleepiness
The pack of cigarettes falls out of his pocket and Aether chuckles
"You gonna smoke or sleep first?" He asks, wanting dew to get sleep yet already knowing the answer since it's a normal routine for Dew to smoke before sleep
"smoke" Dew says as he gets the pack then grabs Aether's hand before dragging him out to the main part of the den
He opens the balcony door, stumbling a bit as he does
Aether laughs quietly and puts a hand on his shoulder to help stable him
They goes out on the balcony and lights it then takes a deep drag, letting the smoke fill his lunges before exhaling with a sigh as he lays his head on Aether's shoulder
Aether runs his hand up and down Dew's back
They talk for a while and by the end of it Dew's laughing and smiling
Then their conversation gets cut off by the sunrise
"look" Aether says
The sunrise bleeds into the dark night sky, slowly turning the sky into an orange and yellow
Aether hugs dew closer and smiles
Dew smiles he puts his cigarette out then looks up at Aether before grabbing his hand and pulling him down
He cups his face and kisses him deeply
All of the emotions from the tour spill out into the kiss and by the end of it the sunrise gets brighter and warmer
This is what they missed
Eachother
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You are very hard to get part 3!! M.S
(Lexi speaks: here y'all go another one hope it is good enough 4u btw I forgot to mention that they are 18 in this fic series and in my Nate one)
(warning: smut fluff dom!matt sub!Valerie making out best friends get together)
(summary: Valerie and matt are best friends and matt likes her and sends hints so she kinda knows so she plays hard to get)
Valerie pov
We are in the pool messing around having fun and talking "let's play chicken" I say "fuck yeah on my shoulders now" matt says and goes underwater so I can get in his shoulders and I do.
"who wanna be ref" I ask "oh I will" Nick says "ok Chris Nate y'all are on a team together" matt says and Chris gets on nates shoulders Nick yells "go!" And we do I try to push Chris off Nate but I couldn't he pushed me off and me and matt fell back into the water.
me and him come back up "fuck" I say giggling and matt chuckles we play a few more rounds until we get tired we go in me and matt go to my room Nate goes to the guest room Nick in the upstairs bathroom Chris in the downstairs bathroom.
Me and matt get to my room and shut and lock the door I drop my towel and grab clothes from my closet I turn towards the wall and take off my bikini top and put my bra on I then turn around and put on my matts shirt it covers right above the thigh so matt cannot see anything.
I then take off my bikini bottoms and put panties on and some shorts. I go into my bathroom that is connected to my room so matt can change since there is no way for him to change without me seeing him naked.
He finishes changing and we go downstairs to fine Nate Nick and Chris sitting on the couch "pick the movie yet" I ask "no we were waiting for you guys" Nate says.
"Who was the first one done changing and at the couch" i ask "me" chris says "chris picks the movie" i says as matt sits down on the love seat and i lay my head on his lap and legs on the other part of the seat.
"oh thanks Val" Chris says "well you had to wait on everyone so it is only fair" I say and matt looks down and smiles at me and I return a smile "why do y'all always take so long" Nate asks "cause they are fucking" nick says.
"no cause one of us waits for the other before starting to change" I say and matt nods "y'all change in front of each other" Chris says in shock "you fucking weirdo's" Nate says "well we do not get naked in front of each other but I have seen her in a bra and underwear like 6 times this week and she has seen me in boxers about the same amount of times this week" matt says.
"yeah whenever we have to get naked one of us waits in the bathroom" I say and matt nods "y'all are still some weird fucks" Nick says "fine with us it does not bother me seeing matt mostly naked" I say "and it doesn't bother me seeing Valerie mostly naked we do not get uncomfortable around each other like ever" matt says.
"exactly" I say and Chris clicks on a movie and we start watching it talking laughing at both each other and the movie having fun until we all fall asleep me and matt cuddling with a blanket over us.
Next morning
I wake up and matt is not next to me Nick Chris and Nate are gone to I get up and go to the kitchen to see them all sitting there with my diary on the counter I know just use the notes on your phone then no one will see the stuff you write but I like writing it on paper.
"what the fuck are you guys doing" I ask they all look up at me "ummm" Nate says I snatch my diary from them "how much did you read huh" I ask.
"Val I promise I tried to make them stop" matt says "I did to these dumb fucks do not know how to respect privacy" Nick says and my eyes shoot to Nate and Chris "how much did you fuckers read" I ask in a semi angry tone.
"umm we uh all of it" Chris says "out fucking loud" I ask "yes" Nate says "ugh I fucking hate you guys so much" I say and I run upstairs go to my room and lock my door I sit on my floor by my bed and cry.
I hear a knock at the door "go the fuck away" I say "Val I am so sorry I did not try harder to stop them" matt says I hear his footsteps fade away then I hear him semi yelling not to loud but loud enough to hear he is yelling at Chris and Nate.
"you guys are so fucking stupid that was her personal business that she wrote to get off her chest but so no one would find out you guys had no right to do that what would you do if she went and grabbed a book of your utmost secrets and read it out loud for people to hear huh" matt says
"we are sorry" Chris says "don't tell that to him go tell that to Valerie you dumbass's" Nick says and they get up but matt stops them "if she did not want to talk to me I do not think she is going to want to talk to you let her cool off" matt says.
He comes back upstairs and knocks again "Val may I come in please" matt asks and I get up and unlock the door I open it he comes in shuts the door and locks it "I am so sor- matt is is fine" I cut him off "no it is not baby your crying" he says.
"yeah cause I am fucking embarrassed" I say "oh come on it is nothing to be embarrassed about trust me" he says and kisses my forehead "you missed my lips by a long shot" I says smiling and he chuckles "oh how dare I" he says "you have to repay me by giving me two kisses" I say.
He does he gives me a kiss and then another one "there you go baby all good now" he asks to which I nod "good now do you wanna stay up here or go downstairs" maty asks.
"I do not care I just wanna stay with you" I say "ok then let me carry you downstairs and we can watch a movie on the couch or something" he says and I nod he picks me up my legs wrap around his waist arms around his neck and I nussle my head in his neck.
His arms go round me and he opens the door and carry's me downstairs past the kitchen into the living where he sets me down and sits right next to me Nate Nick and Chris come in Nick sits next to me and I rest my head on his shoulder and my legs on matt.
Chris and Nate sit on the love seat and Chris opens his mouth "shut the fuck up" I say and he closes his mouth "can I speak" Nick asks "yeah you can speak" I say.
"can I" matt asks "yes" I say Nate opens his mouth "no" I say and he closes his mouth matt puts on our favorite movie and we watch it after 3 hours of the movie it ends Nate and Chris look at me.
"what" I ask "we can speak" Chris asks "yes" I say "we are really really sorry" Chris says "we did not mean to upset you" Nate adds "i still fucking hate you but thank you" I say.
They smile "put a new movie on please matt" I say as I lay my head on his lap he puts on a movie we have never seen before and we start watching 30 minutes into it a sex scene comes on and we all look at each other and laugh.
"that is so fucking gross" I say watching what the couple is doing "yeah but you still do it" matt says "and how the fuck would you know that information" Nick asks and me and matt look at each other "oh I know y'all are not going to say y'all fucked" Chris says "shut the fuck up and no we did not fuck each other but anytime we do have sex with someone else we talk about it" I say.
"you guys are the weirdest fucks on planet earth" Nate says "no we are best friends" matt says "you guys are kinda like fwbs without the sex y'all just make out" Nick says and me and matt look at each other again "ok so we are back to this have y'all fucked or not" Chris asks "we have maybe 1 or 2 times before" matt says.
(more then 2 times try more then 5)
"what when!!" Nate asks "uhh first time was each other's first times and the second time was 2 weeks ago wait no 1 week ago" I say "OH MY FUCKING FUCK!!" Nick yells and me and matt laugh "what you never had sex with your best friend" I ask.
"NO you and Nate are my best friends I am gay and I do not like Nate like that and never will" Nick says "oh true" I say and look up at matt and he looks at me and shrugs.
"anyways let's continue watching the movie" matt says "the fuck y'all are acting like it is normal to just fuck you best friend" Chris says "cause it is for us" matt says and presses play on the movie.
A few minutes later Chris speaks ''yall wanna know a fun fact" he asks "sure Chris" I say "ketchup used to be used as a medicine.
"oh matt you would have been fuuucked" I say dragging out the u "I would have rather died then" matt says and we all laugh "you would rather die than have a spoonful of ketchup" Nick says "yup" he says "that is fucking insane dude" Nate says.
"yeah you are like insane matt" I say and he shrugs "I fucking hate ketchup" he says "yeah we know that" Chris says and matt flips him off and he returns it "alright what do y'all wanna do now" I ask.
"I do not fucking know" Nick says I look at matt and he shrugs "UGHHHHHHH" I groan "what do you want to do" Nate asks "I would say makeout with matt cause that is what we do when we ate bored but yall annoying fucks are here" i say
"bitch I am not a annoying fuck" Nick says "is that the only thing you got from what she just said" chris asks.
"no she said she wants to make out with matt" Nick says "why don't y'all just date like you basically already are" Nate says "cause we don't like each other that way we have no strings attached sex that's all" matt says and I snap my fingers towards him "exactly" I say.
"wait wait wait I thought you said it was only 2 times" Nick says "and you believe that really Nick" I say "well kinda since I did not even know y'all had sex in the first place" he says.
"true true" I say "well what are we going to do" Chris asks "oh my God I know everyone outside" I say and we all go outside "Chris stand here and Nate stand here" I say putting them on the edge by the pool I put one hand on each of their chests and push them they both fall in the pool matt and Nick look at me in shock and I laugh.
Nate and Chris come up from underwater "what the fuck" nate yells "Valerie Layla Conner" Chris yells "and that is for reading my diary" I say and stick my tongue out at them i give them my hand so they can get out of the pool.
Nate takes my hand and pulls me in I fall in but hit my ankle when I hit the ground of the pool matt notices and he jumps into the poll and helps me back up bye picking me up and putting me on the ledge by the pool.
"fuck it hurts" I say on the verge of tears matt gets out of the pool and lifts my ankle to look at it turning purple from a red color "it is ok baby just breathe" nate and chris get out of the pool nick is sitting next to me holding my hand.
(might be a little dramatic but roll with it)
"oh my God Val I am so sorry" Nate says "it is fine" I say "where does it hurt baby" matt asks "right here" I say pointing to where it hurts the most "this may hurt just squeeze Nick's hand if it does ok" matt says to which I nod matt applies pressure to where I pointed to, i hiss thru my teeth at his action.
"I know baby I am sorry" he keeps applying pressure feeling around I am in a lot of pain but I take it as Matt's touch helps soothe the pain I take deep breaths as matt applies pressure to my uncut wound to see if it is broken anywhere.
"I think you are ok baby" matt says and scoots me into his lap to hug me and I hug back and nussle my head in his neck still trying not to cry "it is ok to cry baby" matt whispers in my ear and only I hear I shake me head as much as I can with my head in his neck "yes it is baby" he whispers again.
I pull away and kiss his cheek he sets me down on the ground stands up and picks me up again and carries me into my room shuts and locks the door "can you help me change my clothes" I ask "yeah Val".
He goes to my closet grabs a baggy shirt some shorts and goes in my drawer grabs a bra and some panties he sets them on the bed and takes off my shirt and pants "do you need help with these or no" he asks "um I can do my bra but can you help me with my panties please I am sorry I am incapable of doing it myself " i say.
"do not be sorry it is not your fault" he says I go to unclasp my bra and take it off he turns around quickly and I chuckle "matt your fine you have seen me naked before" I say "but I feel like I am being disrespectful watching you change" he says "your not matt and you can turn back around" I say as I clasp my bra and he turns around.
He helps me take off my panties and put on new ones and my shirt and pants he unlocks the door and opens it he picks me up and we go downstairs to the couch and I sit on his lap still hugging onto him as he puts on a movie.
"I am really sorry Val" Nate says "it is ok Nate" I say "are you sure" he asks "yes i am fine" i say and matt rubs my back soothing me his finger tips caressing my back putting me asleep I fall asleep in his arms my head in his neck and he knows i fell asleep.
(Lexi speaks: here is the update for today hope you like I have a special surprise me and @pixiespax may or may not be calibrating to make a fic together)
#matt sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo#nick sturniolo#matt sturniolo fanfic#nathan doe smut#sturniolo triplets x reader#nathan doe#chris sturniolo fanfic#nate doe
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anon back from a week ago re: bbh being a messy bitch who likes drama and his ability to shape his fans opinions. still would love your take on this topic if you don't mind
i am sooo sorry omg i have the attention span of an alcoholic toddler!!!! yes ok so I don't have that many examples on hand because i'm not a library of exo content, all my bookmarks on twt are a mess ugh
but re: manipulation and what i would actually call being an expert at exploiting an atmosphere but everyone else calls being an attention whore
exhibit A: him "drunk texting" fans on bubble during exo fanmeet in april. mind you this was right in the middle of the legal battle with SM which we had no idea about at the time. fans were so emotional - first exo performance as a full group in over 3 years, baekhyun fresh off his military life, yadda yadda yadda - he was pretty drunk from the post concert dinner the group had. yet later we found out idols need to review messages THREE TIMES before sending anything on bubble lmao 😭 i'm not saying he was faking it - i'm saying even drunk he knew exactly what these texts were gonna do to the fans. he is that good at riling people up like that + preemptively digging his parasocial nails into the fandom cause he knew shit was about to hit the fan.... I love his mind
exhibit B: the most recent example and something that had me crawling up the walls. i'm not saying he faked it or that he planned to fall asleep on purpose during a livestream, i completely believe baekhyun is careless and overworked enough to do that. what makes me scream into a pillow is the way he was UNFAZED by that shit when he woke up. had his manager blowing up his phone asking him to wake up and +40k people hearing him moan in his sleep and he woke up and stayed in the livestream. FOR 30 MORE MINUTES. he laughed it off and started joking teasing people etc etc like he genuinely dgaf.
might I add this pattern of starting twitter lives early in the morning only started after the comeback which i think is very interesting. i dont think its a coincidence at all but i need to gather my thoughts on that
exhibit C: not manipulative per se but this fucking clip is so insane to me i love how the worst things happened to exo completely unprompted it's like seeing an episode of the office. anyway baekhyun taking one for the team and distracting fans with his silly little dance.. THAT'S RIGHT HE'S THE GUY THAT STEPPED UP. and i think it showcases his quick thinking and social skills perfectly cause the rest of these men were frozen in place with half their asses out but baek just took it like a champ lol. he just wants to be seen <3 and told he's done a good job <3 give him all the praises please
exhibit D: this horrible fucking live. just baekhyun as a whole in superm.... like he's not dumb he knew nctzens were eating him up and shipping him w taeyong and what did he do? he went ahead and gave them exactly what they wanted.. while wrapping taeyong around his little finger might I add. now i think irl baekhyun and taeyong aren't that close, they're like those friends from work that you genuinely like but it's not someone you would seek out outside of pretty specific social settings. but baekhyun isn't fucking stupid he knew nctzens were a segment of kpop fans he could tap into and either turn into his own fans or he could get slapped in the face by exols turning on him.
anyways this is so fucking long im sorry to ppl following me i'm on mobile and can't make a read more. no one cares about the weird things i only notice about baekhyun but yes there's more to it i just dont have links for most things... but there's not a lot of specific examples idk once you notice it you just watch content with baekhyun and it becomes pretty clear.
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The birth story.
This is a long one..
I was 41 weeks and 3 days pregnant when I had my last 'normal' appointment with the midwife team. It was then that they told me if I hadn't naturally gone into labour in 2 days, then they would have to induce me.
Not exactly what you want to hear with your first pregnancy. Lots of people tell you lots of stories and how induction can be more intense or it was the best labour they'd ever had. Whatever, everyone is different, so I took it all with a grain of salt and hoped for the best.
2 days went by and I had my next appointment where the midwife and Drs recommended a 'Cook's Catheter'. To try and prompt my body to do its thing without the need for an IV.
Well I came back the next morning and still no labour! Shit. I was going to have to be induced.
Ok, so I'm in the birthing unit ready to go (and completely terrified but trying to hold it together).
They take out the Cooks Catheter and I'm 4cm dilated. Great! Almost half way there!!
The nurses broke my water, put the IV in and the contractions began.
Holy shit.
To quote my mum- "they don't call it labour for nothing." Boy, was she right. I had all the pain from my contractions in my lower back, and it was excruciating!
I'd never had anything hurt as much as those bloody contractions! No one told me as much, but I presume my baby was posterior because of all the back pain.
I was using heat pack after heat pack. Having my husband massage my back as hard as he could and it still barely helped! I was using the gas, which I think mainly just helped keep my breathing under control...
After 5 hours, I was ready to up the ante - I asked the nurse for the next step in pain management - Endone.
Well, all of the people who say Endone is the best are all fucking liars. It didn't take any of my pain away, just made me super drowsy and want to fall asleep even during a contraction!
Right, so by this time, I'd had the IV induced contractions for roughly 12 hours, and every time the nurse did an internal exam, my cervix was at 4 cm. There was no change! I could have cried! Well.. I did! And I was exhausted!!!
So the reason it took so long to get to this point was because every time I contracted my baby's heartbeat was waver and so the nurses couldn't increase the hormones to get me to dilate more/faster. They turned it off for a short time, and bub was all good, but then they turned it on, and the heartbeat wavered again.
So the Dr recommended an emergency ceasarean section due to failed to progress. Meaning my body didn't do what it was supposed to and bub couldn't come out!
I was ok with having a caesar, that part honestly didn't bother me. It is what it is and the team I had were incredible.
I had an epidural, which was heaven! For about half an hour. Until it made me vomit and bubs heartbeat wavered again and I needed to lay on my side. Well then the anaesthetic drained to the side didn't it and I started feeling the contractions down the other side again! This certainly wasn't what I expected when they gave me an epidural.
Ok, so after this, we headed to surgery. We're talking 17hrs after being induced now.
I'd never had any sort of surgery in my life. Only ever had mild local anaesthetics!
So when they numbed my torso and down it was the weirdest feeling. So see my legs being moved but unable to feel it. I hated it.
And then, being in the ice-cold theatre, thank God I had my husband by my side because I was downright terrified.
Terrified of feeling pain (which I didn't)
Terrified of the surgery (I would visualise it and freak out)
Terrified something bad would happen to me (haemorrhage or have tools left inside)
Terrified most of all that I wouldn't hear my baby cry.
During the surgery I kept vomiting and felt gross as fuck. The lovely nurse suctioned the vomit from my mouth and all was well.
Bub was taken out, and he cried! So I cried in relief! I can't tell you how much relief I felt about that. He had a bit of a hard time breathing, so I couldn't hold him, and he had to go up to special care. My husband went with him, and I went to recovery (where I slept for 2 hours, apparently!!)
I was then taken to the maternity ward and special care unit to see my bub. So surreal being able to see and touch him! Still no cuddles yet though because he was on the breathing apparatus.
I was wheeled back to maternity and tried to sleep. Though that was difficult being so very numb and worried about tearing stitches or whatever else might've gone on down there.
Thus, my baby boy was born, and I am still emotional remembering these happenings. Very emotional.
It was traumatic and downright awful. Will I do it again? Yes, because it's a small drop in the ocean for what I now treasure more than anything.
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could you do 18 & 21 from the cuddle prompts <3
Thank you for the ask!! All the prompt lists on my blog are tagged as 'prompts' and my inbox is always open!
18. Holding and cradling their face to study it, perhaps noticing something new. Something else to love and 21. “Do you want me to hold you closer?” “No that’s not it, ugh—I just want to curl up inside you. Is that weird?”
18. Holding and cradling their face to study it, perhaps noticing something new. Something else to love.
Matty wakes from his nap in their hotel room to George running fingers through his hair. It's nice and Matty is half tempted to let it lull him back to sleep. He's not tired anymore, though, and he'd mostly rather be awake to experience this quiet little bit of happiness and closeness.
"Good morning," George murmurs, half teasing, when he realizes that Matty is awake.
"How long was I asleep?" Matty asks, pressing himself a little closer to George.
"Hour and half? We're supposed to meet everyone for dinner soon."
Matty groans. "Why'd we agree to that?"
"'cause it'll be nice?" George offers.
"This is nice," Matty counters. "Room service and a spliff would be nice. Getting up is not nice."
"Should I say you don't feel up to it?" George offers, concern lacing his voice.
Matty shakes his head. "'m just bein' dramatic."
George chuckles. "At least you're self aware."
Matty hums and grumbles, "Turns out therapy is good for something."
"Matty," George sighs.
Matty presses a kiss to George's bare chest, and says, "I'm not wrong."
George combs his fingers through Matty's hair again and says, "You're not wrong, but I kind of don't think that's the point."
"The point is whatever I decide the point is," is Matty's counterpoint. He pauses, then says, "Actually, the point is to hate myself a little less, but self awareness is good enough, I guess."
"Matty," George repeats, a little bit sadder this time.
"Don't say my name like that," Matty protests, "like I'm some kind of tragic mess. I'm not. I'm ok."
"I don't think that," George murmurs.
"I know," Matty responds. "Kinda sounded like it though."
"Sorry, love," George offers. "You're not a tragic mess. Tragic is the last word I'd use to describe you. I'm proud of you and I love you."
"Oh, so you think I'm a mess?" Matty asks, voice a little brighter.
George can't help but laugh. "You're kind of a mess sometimes, let's be honest."
"Thank you, George, that's exactly what I wanted to hear."
George combs his fingers through Matty's curls again and says, "I love your mess. You wouldn't be you if you weren't a mess sometimes."
Matty presses another kiss to George's chest, this one a little bit closer to his collarbone, and quietly says, "I love you, too."
Quiet falls over the room for a few minutes after that, quiet breathing the only sound in the room until George's phone buzzes. They both try to ignore it, but then Matty's phone buzzes.
"We really should get up," George murmurs.
Matty makes a discontented sound, but he sits up, pushing curls out of his face, then clamors out of bed. George gets up, too, sitting on the edge of the bed, but Matty crowds into his space before he can stand up, kneeling on the edge of the bed so he can straddle George's lap and crossing his wrists behind George's neck.
"We're not going to make it to dinner if you don't move," George warns, wrapping and arm around Matty's waist. "We're gonna have to tell the guys that we missed dinner 'cause I was busy fucking you."
"You promise?" Matty pushes, leaning down for a kiss.
George chuckles. "We’ll never live it down," he warns.
"The funny thing," Matty murmurs, "is that I don't really care."
"You are incorrigible," George counters. "Absolutely incorrigible."
Matty takes one hand and cups George's jaw carefully, studying him intently, all big brown eyes and adoration. For a moment Matty thinks up an image of the George he met all those years ago, then of the teenage George he fell in love with and compares them to the George in front of him now. They've both gotten older, Matty knows, hell, he's begun to find grey hairs in his own dark hair, but he can't think of George as having gotten older, not in the way that he thinks of himself as having gotten older, or his parents as having gotten older. George is a constant, Matty thinks, even though there's stubble under his palm now and there wasn't the first time he touched George like this.
"You're staring," George says after a few moments.
Matty nods. "I've got a good view."
George ducks his head, like he's suddenly shy, and says, "Flatterer."
Matty urges his chin up and goes in for another kiss, this one a little longer and deeper. When they separate, he rests his forehead against George's and murmurs, "I love you. I adore you. And I keep thinkin' 'bout, uh, time, I guess, and how you're this, like, constant in my life, and I know I've gotten older, right, sometimes I look fucking old, but every time I look at you, 's like we're 24 again." Matty pauses, then, "I dunno, time is weird. I don't think any of that made sense, but I love you."
"It sorta made sense," George responds. "And I love you, too."
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21. “Do you want me to hold you closer?” “No that’s not it, ugh—I just want to curl up inside you. Is that weird?”
Matty has slowly been getting closer to George all evening. He'd pushed his chair just a little closer to George when they sat down for dinner and stood a little closer when they did the dishes. They'd put on a film after dinner and Matty had made himself comfortable on one end of the couch, so George took the other. At first, they were next to each other on the couch, then they were very close to each other on the couch, then George got up to go search for weed, and when he'd come back, Matty had closed the space between them, pressing their thighs together. Then Matty leaned against him, solid and warm, so George draped his arm around Matty's shoulders. Matty took that as an invitation to hook his thigh over George's and lean a little heavier.
Finally, George pulls Matty half into his lap half-annoyed and saying, "You can have things you want, you know."
Matty smiles and rests his head against George's chest. "'s hot when you get frustrated and physical with me."
"Yeah, alright," George agrees.
"'s true," Matty protests.
"Watch the film, Matthew," George says, doing his best to sound firm.
"See, 's hot when you try to tell me what to do, too," Matty murmurs. "'s also hot when you call me Matthew."
"What are you trying to do, love?" George asks, voice low.
"Nothin', really," Matty admits. "Just wanna be close."
"Close I can do," George agrees, urging Matty to be more firmly in his lap.
Matty settles after that, done with his search for closeness and contact, resting his head on George's shoulder. He doesn't watch the film, just closes his eyes and relaxes, feeling the gentle rise and fall of George's chest and the steady beating of his heart. By the time the climax of the film rolls around, though, Matty has lost his ability to sit still, shifting like he's trying to get even closer to George.
Frustrated, George lights a joint and passes it to Matty like he can will him to relax. Matty accepts it, stilling long enough to take a drag and exhale smoke, before he's trying to burrow closer and passing it back.
"D'ya want me to hold you closer?" George asks, ignoring the fact that they're about as close as two people can be.
Matty shakes his head. "No, that's not it," he pauses, then, "ugh, I just want to curl up inside you. Is that weird?"
"A little bit," George admits, "but it's in, like, the bottom half of weird things you've said to me."
Matty pouts and takes the joint from between George's fingers, saying, "Give me that. You can't be a dick and have the joint."
"I think that was honest, Matty," George responds, but he makes no move to take the joint back, just watches Matty take a drag.
"One and the same," Matty counters. "'s one and the fucking same."
George huffs a laugh and takes the joint back, saying, "Whatever you say."
"See, that's how you were supposed to react in the beginning. You're not supposed to tell me 's weird that I wanna be close to you."
"You said you wanted to curl up inside me," George corrects.
Matty huffs and takes the joint back, but he doesn't continue arguing, just says, "Doesn't mean you're not being a dick," and takes a drag.
George presses a kiss to Matty's temple and says, "Please accept my deepest apologies, then."
"That is an inauthentic apology, George," Matty says, faux serious.
George wraps his arm around Matty a little tighter and murmurs, “I love you so much."
"Love you more," Matty responds.
George takes the joint back and murmurs, "You're impossible."
"I love you. More than anything. I, like, if we could be one," Matty laces his fingers together, "thing, I'd do it. Sometimes, when we're not together, it's, like, physically painful," he admits. "Sounds co-dependent, I know, but, I just, I want to be closer."
"I love you, too," George murmurs, "and I get it. I do." He moves his hand it's under Matty's shirt, skin to skin, and repeats, "I get it. I get, uh, closer."
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Hii!! Can I please get Tommy Shelby x fem!reader where she is taking care of his injuries after he has been in a bad fight?
Love your work, thanks so much <3
Ofc! hope it’s not to short for you x
warnings- not re read, blood, mentions of violence, swearing and fluffy type angsty thing that i have no way of describing. yeah
sorry for the format- mobile
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Lying in bed, you couldn’t sleep, i mean, anyone in your situation wouldn’t. Tommy Shelby, your husband, said he’d be back for dinner at 7:30. It was 11:30 and it didn’t help he is one of the most notorious gangsters in Birmingham England.
You had called everyone, Polly, Arthur, John, Ada and even Michael, and you hated him. Eventually, you had decided this wasn’t good for you, so after trying Arthur again, got changed into your nightwear, had a glass of red wine and tried to sleep. But you couldn’t, so you lay awake in your bed, hoping that he’d be back come morning.
You heard knocking at your door, but not your husbands, he had stronger knocks. So you jumped up, put your slippers on, went downstairs and opened the door. It was your husband, but he looked… different. That was when you noticed the cuts on his face, the already forming brushed on his knuckles and the blood stains on his shirt.
“Tommy?”
“Yes?”
You let him in and looked at him. He looked broken; shirt ripped and bloodied, cuts all over his face and bruised knuckles. But the worst part, was that he looked defeated.
“Oh my g-d”
“Relax,” he said with as much force as he could muster, “You should see the other guy”.
You both chuckled, but it didn’t last long. He came inside and you hugged him, careful not to hurt him, and led him to the bathroom.
Sitting him down, you kissed him forehead. Under the sink, there was a first aid kit, for situations like this, so you grabbed it and took everything out and organised them on the top.
“What hurts the most?”
“My stomach”
You took off his shirt and tossed it to the side, you’d deal with that later. Grabbing a cotton pad and dousing it with the cleaning alcohol, you then cleaned up the wound. Three cotton pads (and a lot of grunts from Tommy) later, you washed it out with water and wrapped up the wound.
“I’m sorry”. Those two words. He said them every time. Really, you didn’t want to hear them, you just wanted him to look after himself.
“Are there any other massive wounds or can i sort out your face and fists?”
“Love, come on… just let me”
“Let you what?”
“apologise”
“For what Tommy?”
“Everything”
“After, now answer my question”
“No, no others”
“Ok, thank you”
You decided to start with his hands, mainly because you didn’t want to see his vibrant blue eyes staring up at yours. There was no need to wrap up his knuckles, and they only had a couple of cuts and we’re mainly bruised, which also meant you would have to move onto his face.
Even focusing on the cut on his lip, you could feel his eyes on you. You pressed a kiss to his lips lightly, trying not to hurt him, and looked into his eyes.
“Come on baby, let’s go to bed”
“I can’t think of anything better”
You lead him to your shared bed and helped him undress. He lied down in the bed and you kissed his forehead before lying down next to him and falling asleep with him in your arms.
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What is the first thing each of your OCs does when they wake up?
Hi Mo! ✨
Ok, this got me thinking a little and it's become a morning routine description, oops? xD Alyra on top and the rest under the cut!
(hi, if you're reading, feel free to ask me about my blorbos! :3)
Alyra: Grabs the knife under her pillow better. Just to be sure, she checks she's alone in the room. She found out three assassins this way, don't blame her. She gets up, get dressed, has a quick breakfast up to her room as she reads her mail and reports. Cleaning up takes longer, she has a very precise routine (she's the one that in a modern AU will go fully Korean routine), carefully braids her hair so by the time she walks out she's in pristine condition.
If she's with Morrigan, the first thing in the morning is greeting Kieran and teach him to wield a dagger. Mages can use some self-defense too, keep that dagger straight, you don't want to cut yourself. (it's a real dagger? Yes. He'll pay more attention like this). If she's with Alistair, the ritual includes waking him up when she's done with her hair. "You can't braid anyway, why would I wake you up sooner?" "You're so romantic, my heart is melting." "Don't let it trickle on the carpet, please."
Raina: Rolls over, groans loudly, begs Beowoof to let her sleep and to go to her brother (but scratches his ears anyway because he is a good boi). When said brother arrives and free her from the dog, she falls back asleep for some times more, if she's not particularly stressed or anxious. Stays in bed anyway. When she wakes up for real, it's a kiss to Merrill and one to Bela, and then she goes kick Fenris out of bed (he's very happy about it, yes, only besties threaten each other of very painful deaths. "Yes yes you can take my uterus first, please do if it'll free me of periods. Here, I'll raise my shirt for you, suit yourself.") and get some exercise together. He was the one to train her with some better form with her daggers, they kept the habit. By the time Garrett is back, everyone is ready for breakfast.
Garrett: Stretches and smiles to the new day, kisses Fenris good morning, dresses, retrieves Beowoof from Raina's room. Goes jogging as he walks the dog, enjoys the city in the hours of dawn when just the bakers and fishermen are up and about. He won't really miss Kirkwall, but he will remember fondly running around with the dog, greeted by the early workers and enjoying the sky painting in nice colours, enjoying the quiet and be able to think better than in the house. Plays some with the dog, buys some baked goods for everyone and then heads back home for breakfast.
Aisling: Rolls over and cuddles the person she sleeps with as she rests for 5 minutes more. When she's alone she fights her maid, Frida, that gets her out of bed each morning and scolds her because she stayed awake to the wee hours again and she is surly and groggy now and she left her room a mess. The scolding task was officially left to Cullen with a relieved sigh when he moved over to her room. A pity he sleeps as little as her, so poor Frida now has to wake up TWO people who slept to little and are groggy. After then it's breakfast time.
Post Trespasser, she'll walk the dogs and go feed the animals as Cullen cooks breakfast for them.
Radha: She wakes up naturally each morning at the same hour. Doesn't stand too long in bed and gets up. She's very grumpy when she's just awake, and the first thing is always going to get some tea to wake up, which she sips while reading. After she has her tea, she is functional and can be spoken to and can properly start with her morning activities. The clan knows she's even less talkative in the morning, she makes herself scarce in Skyhold until she's functional. Solas learnt quickly that every greeting before tea is only met with a "No." (he finds her cute).
Max: Switches off her alarm clock, wakes Liara up if she's there with a horribly cheesy pet name. She uses a new one each day.
Feed the fishes and hope they won't die, feed the hamster and then some light exercise, a shower, get dressed and fix her make-up. Then she goes to the kitchen to brew some coffee herself because nobody is allowed to touch her moka pot anymore after Gardner washed it with soap, and coffee is the only one thing her petty-italian gene will run strong about (she eats pineapple on pizza and breaks the spaghetti, would live on junk food and fizzy drinks, but coffee? Espresso or death). A cup of coffee, some biscuits as she reads the news, and she's good to go to.
#petrel replies#morning routines#this was fun xD#anders started a rumour that Alyra's hair won't get ruffled if you try#after the first time they went camping and she emerged from her tent in the morning in perfect conditions not a lock out of place.#Everyone else looking like they had a close encounter with a Pride Demon? NOT HER.
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