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springfeverpitch · 11 months

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From the host... This was such a fun event! I can't thank our talented creators enough for making SFP such a success! I thought I was simply hosting an event, but rather, I got to chat and get to know know several of y'all, and in turn, you blessed me! Thank you for sharing your gifts and creativity! Hugs all around! 🖤

Please go check out these fics! Give them a like, reblog and/or a comment! You will really make someone's day brighter!

Also, don't forget to check out the stories from the Home Team!

⚾- Fic created with the help of the Concession Stand

🔞 These stories are intended for mature audiences only. 🔞

The First Kiss ⚾ - @twinkleallnight

Location: Domestic, Fun

The Royal Romance; Drake Walker x Olivia Nevrakis

Paint the Night (Colourblind) - @socalwriterbee

Location: Water

The Nanny Affair; m!Sam Dalton x MC (Marie Castro)

We're Still Friends - @txemrn

Location: Work/School

Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x f!OC (Tatum Erikson)

Wildflower ⚾ - @peonierose

Location: Domestic

Open Heart; f!MC (Keiki Lahela) x m!OC (Koa Haulani)

Sweet Escape - @socalwriterbee

Location: Work/School

Witness: A Bodyguard Romance; m!Cassian Keane x f!MC/OC (Viviana "Ana" Marin)

Fever - @ofmischiefandmedicine

Location: Water

Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Laura Levchenko)

The Lighthouse ⚾ - @socalwriterbee

Location: Fun, Water

The Royal Romance; Maxwell Beaumont x Olivia Nevrakis

Pearls - @txemrn

Location: Domestic

The Royal Romance; Liam Rys x MC (Riley Brooks-Rys)

Conquest - @the-pale-goddess

Location: Fun

Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Tiffany Addams)

The Long Way Home - @cariantha

Location: Water

Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Sawyer Brooks)

Sleepless in New York, Chapter 10: Darkfall - @karahalloway

Location: Domestic

The Royal Romance; Drake Walker x f!OC (Harper Gale)

Ti Amo Molto ⚾ - @tessa-liam

Location: Fun, Water

The Royal Romance; Liam Rys x MC (Riley Brooks-Rys)

A Wild Ride - @kristinamae093

Location: Fun

The Royal Romance; Liam Rys x MC (Riley Brooks)

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#spring fever pitch #choices spring fever pitch #choices fanfic event #choices sfp #sm*tty challenge

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yeetlegay · 2 years

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Add me to the list of people who would be so interested to know how you'd write Rain/Payu.

CARNALLY ANON

(I may or may not have made a google doc but we don't need to talk about that)

#this ship was built for the filthiest most basic bitch prompts #and I have no time for any of them AND YET #okay if someone can give me a sm*tty prompt that makes my brain go brrr hard enough then I'll write it how bout that #putting this challenge in the tags so nobody sees it and I'm not held accountable for my actions 😌#love in the air #payurain #yeetle asks #why don’t queue stay

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inxspacetime · 1 year

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2 mm (for Chad Meeks)

SM*TTY GIF ICON MEME

↳ [ 2.MM ]

Making friends after everything that happened in the beginning of the year had been a challenge. Some were scared if they hung around him they might be next, and the ones who weren’t… well, Chad wouldn’t admit it outright, but he was scared they’d make him next. Trust was something that came nowhere near as easily as it did prior to his attack, despite how much he tried otherwise. But one case where he did prove to be successful was with Jon. He knew him from around school, but they didn’t really hang out until recently. A small part of his mind found even that suspicious, but it was easier to silence those thoughts when it came to Jon. He knew his attraction to the other deserved at least partial credit for that, but it was beyond that. Whatever it was, he was secure in the thought that Jon wouldn’t do anything to him or his remaining friends with evil intentions.

So that was why it was no surprise that things moved as quickly as they did. One minute they were friends, and the next they were… so much more than that. They were both a bit too busy to really work out the specifics, but the way they kissed, the way they grabbed onto each other as if they were the only life preserver in an endless sea while they tore at each other’s clothes filled in any and all blanks for the time being. The bedroom was a short walk away, but that was a short walk that neither were bothered to even think of making. Not when there was already a perfectly good sofa right underneath their noses. No one would be home for hours, he had more than enough time to strip Jon down and fuck him right there like he imagined ding more than once at that point.

And that was exactly what he did. With his legs squat, and muscular thighs flexing, his hips continued their swaying motion against the other pair. Chad kept his hands firm on his shoulders, keeping him in place as the pace sped up just a tad. His gaze fell down, chocolate hues watching his cock disappear into the tight sleeve, only to reappear and repeat the process. He made sure Jon was comfortable (and then some) as he angled the tip so that the sensitive flesh would brush against his friend’s prostate. “God—-damn,” the student-athlete huffed, his movements never ceasing in vigor.

#usfw #chad meeks-martin ✆ meme #vigilantesx #ｇｈｏｓｔｂｌｏｇｇｉｎｇ（ｑｕｅｕｅ）

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wilsons-higgsbury · 2 years

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Pleasure - Willowson Fic 💗

warnings: v nsfw, minors dni ship: willow/wilson DST rating: mature

summary: Wilson and Willow are at the beginnings of exploring the Constant together, and keeping warm was becoming a challenge- until Willow takes matters into her own hands.

Fun sm*tty drabble of Willow and Wilson, kinda darker/more mature than most DST fics I’ve seen in the short while I’ve been part of the fandom.

In the cold and dark of what she called the Meadows, Willow didn’t understand why she had to turn her head away when he fucked her.

She’d first attributed it to the fact that maybe he wanted to think of someone else, maybe someone he loved back home. Her first time, she was shocked with his aversion to eye contact when it came time to be intimate together. Was it guilt? She thought so, at first.

As she grew to know him by daylight, she came to a different conclusion.

“I left home at sixteen, you know.” He said one cool morning, as they trudged up a hill to reach a grove of trees. “I was sent to university the next city over. Studied to be the best engineer I could to spite them- only ended up being an all right one.”

“All right?” Willow asked mockingly, pointing at their malfunctioning science machine.

While he would’ve otherwise turned his nose up at this dig at him, he shrugged good-naturedly. “Right enough to become a schoolteacher.”

Willow raised her eyebrow. “I never knew this.”

“Hardly ever an appropriate time to bring up that I taught physics to schoolboys.”

Willow let out a small whistle. “You're full of surprises, Higgsbury. Did you like it?”

“Usually, yes. I just didn't like when they stared at me.” He sighed, squinting at the rising sun. “I liked it more when they misbehaved sometimes, Willow.”

How odd. Who on Earth preferred to teach rowdy schoolboys? Silence on the matter followed them until the nighttime, when the lighter’s tongue licked logs and gave them light.

The touching was to follow soon after, and she’d grown excited for it. They’d sit opposite each to each other, and she’d ignore his existence for a bit. She’d toy with Bernie, mend her skirt, or poke at the fire with her finger, all while she watched Wilson out of the corner of her eye.

He’d sharpen their tools (and make a show of it, too), cook for them, or scribble on paper he’d made in the morning when he was too tired for anything useful. What he wrote, she’d never cared to ask.

Then he’d stop, and fixate on her.

She’d keep up the charade of ignoring him. The attention was… delicious, and she knew he’d look away if she dared to catch his eye.

She’d wait for him to come to her, like a small animal encroaching on a trap. Not a sound, or you’ll startle him.

He’d get up, walk over to her, and sit down, knowing she liked the warmth. She’d lean against him every time, allowing his arms to wrap around her waist. She’d wanted at first to convince herself (as she was sure he did as well) that they were just doing this for warmth, but there was something else at stake, constantly.

Pleasure. They didn’t have a lot of it in the Meadows, in any capacity. Their days consisted of toil and fear, as did their nights. These little hours were all they had to feel less like hunted prey and more like people. Lonely people, who needed warmth and sex and maybe even to be embraced.

Even though they never spoke a word of this ritual to each other if they could help it, they always tried to keep the other happy.

Wilson would always start by keeping her warm and safe, kissing her hand softly, and going up her wrist with his cracked lips.

She’d return the gentle favor, running her fingers through his thick hair, his scratchy cheek.

The warmth was always welcome, and she always needed more of it. The fire in the pit was wonderful, but the passion in his body for her warmed her where the fire couldn’t reach.

Their lips found each other and kissed deeply, the spell broken a few times by their paranoia that in the dark of the Meadows, a watchful eye was keeping track, mocking them for trying to be human in the most unforgiving of worlds.

Eventually, they’d part, panting with thirst.

“Tent, Willow?” He’d ask feverishly.

Wilson was under the belief that Maxwell watched closer than God Himself, and that made Willow nicer towards his need for privacy from the skies and shadows.

Willow always fought the urge to say no. She wished they’d stay. They could do it here by the fire, who in the world would know? And who’d care? Honestly, who’d care if they fucked outside of four walls and a ceiling? What religion commanded them now, what orphanage mistress would beat them with a stick?

“Tent,” she’d get up and tug him by his hand.

Why did he always bend her over? She didn’t mind this position, it always did the trick and kept the two of them happy, but couldn’t she keep the insulation?

Wilson and his beard, I guess he doesn’t need it as much as I do, she’d think bitterly to herself.

He’d pant and sigh, sometimes verging on audible moaning when Willow threw herself back at his cock harder than expected.

This once, just this once, she needed to try.

“Wilson, wait-” she gasped, and he came to a halt.

“Y-yes?”

She got up and turned around, staring him down with lustful vengeance. He never looked more vulnerable to her than he had in that moment, his dark eyes wide and his hair disheveled, his chest rising and falling with adrenaline. He looked puzzled, and she knew she had to act fast before he ran away.

She went down on her knees and grabbed his shoulder. “Trust me, okay?”

Too horny to argue, he nodded without understanding what he was agreeing to. Suddenly, Willow pushed him over on his back, and he let himself fall onto the soft pillowing with no resistance.

She liked this. Oh, how Willow liked this. He was all hers to take, now.

Her thighs embraced his hips and she sat on his cock, gasping with pleasure. She took to riding Wilson like she was riding a bicycle.

She’d never seen him like this, and it turned her on even more. His caterpillar eyebrows furrowed, his eyes squinting, his lips pursed as he tried to breathe quietly as not to attract unwelcome attention.

Her fingers grabbed his chin almost angrily, and his fiery eyes shot wide open.

“Look at me,” she gasped forebodingly. “Don’t look away, just trust me.”

He nodded obediently, his eyes softening. Willow could have blamed the sex for this, but… something about him made her heart race, something in his face she’d never seen before. A tamer side to him, one that she was truly in control of for once.

His grip around her waist tightened and he started thrusting inside her, bringing her close to an earth-shattering climax. She gasped his name, and he went faster. He stayed true to his promise, his eye contact unbreaking even as she couldn’t keep it any longer, grabbing his chest with reckless abandon for his shirt and skin- not that he seemed to care right now.

She didn’t let go until he came too, covering his mouth with her hand while his eyes rolled back and his vice grip on her thighs loosened.

They both fell into an exhausted slump, Willow relaxing completely against his chest. Their breaths winded down, but they didn’t get up as they normally would have done. They indulged in the warmth a little longer. He played with her hair, their hands intertwined. She even found herself kissing his chest, making a few timid laughs erupts from him.

“Willow?” he whispered.

“Mhm?”

“Did you… like this?”

She went silent for a second. "I liked this a lot more, I thought that was obvious. Did you?"

"I- I did, yes. Quite."

She smiled, thrilled at this rare agreement between the two of them. “Good.”

Knowing Wilson was just shy the whole time, it was the warmest Willow had ever been.

#willowson #wilson x willow #wilson dst #willow dst #don't starve fic #don't starve together fic #dst fic #idk why i made this #feels unholy #primal need to get it out of my system #willsons-higgsbury

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winchester-reload · 4 years

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Hey! I'm a passionate fanfic writer and I ADORE YOUR ART. As English is not my 1st language I usually don't write ENG fanfic but I somehow find myself writing a (probably sm*tty) OS in English (because I'm insane) based on your art ... Not sure if I ever dare to post it somewhere but in case I'll find the guts - would you be ok w/ that? I'd link your gorgeous paintings, which inspired me, of course! Anyway - you are awesome!!!

SOO AWESOME!!!! I’m cheering you on for what is probably a very challenging endeavor! I couldn’t ever even dream of writing in another language! I can barely write in the only one I know 😂 And of course, I’m always excited to hear that people are inspired by my art to write or draw something new and I’m more than happy to have you link to whatever it is I made that inspired you. I will take this opportunity to ask that art not be reposted, though*. You’re always welcome to link to it, but reposting make me *sad face*.

Thank you so much for dropping in, and for taking a chance to create something new!! I wish you the best of luck!

*An exception to this rule is reposting to share art on Instagram because that’s just how that dumb platform works. Just be sure to always credit the artist! If it’s mine, you can link to jackiedeeart!

#asks #wonderful people #Anonymous

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wazzupmrstark · 5 years

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13, 44, 67, 68 for fratboy!tom from the second sm*tty list ;)

aight this is from the same au as this fratboy!tom blurb but you don’t have to read the first before reading this one!!!

“I really don’t care. You still look hot and i’m trying not to kiss/fuck you senseless right now.”

“If I have to stop what I’m doing, you won't be able to walk for the next week.”

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Then do it.”

You woke up to banging on your apartment door. Groaning, you rolled over to check your phone and saw that it was six am. You pushed yourself up and out of bed and padded into the kitchen to answer the door. You were surprised the relentless knocking hadn’t woken up your roommate, but she was a pretty heavy sleeper.

You yanked the door open to see Tom with a handful of textbooks. You squinted at him in confusion, wondering if you were seeing things. Tom has never been to your place before, you didn’t even know he knew where you lived.

His appearance startled you a bit. His curls were loose and messy where they were usually slicked back and he was wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him in anything other than khakis and a douchey printed shirt.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, rubbing your eyes.

He frowned. “You said we should study for midterms together.”

You thought back to the last time you’d seen Tom. You couldn’t remember saying anything like that.

“Was I drunk?”

“Probably.”

“So why are you here?”

“To study. You agreed that we could help each other out.”

“Tom, I don’t even remember agreeing to that.”

“Well I’m already here,” he said and pushed past you into your apartment.

“Seriously? It’s Saturday.”

“Yeah, and midterms are next week.”

“Couldn’t you have waited until the sun was up?” you grumbled, mostly to yourself and shut the door behind him.

“We’ve got a lot of material to cover.”

You cursed under your breath as you watched him set up at your kitchen table, knowing you should probably study even though you desperately wanted to go back to bed.

You and Tom had met at a party at his fraternity and woke up the next morning tangled in the sheets of his bed. To say it was awkward would have been an understatement. You didn’t think you’d ever see him again, but to your horror, you saw him in your stats lecture on Monday and your mythology classs on Thursday. This was a pretty big university. Why did the same asshole have to be in two of your classes?

As much as it annoyed you, you couldn’t stop thinking about Tom, and apparently, he was having a similar dilemma because every time you went out he seemed to be there, and every time you hooked up.

That was the extent of your relationship, though. You didn’t even speak to each other in class or at parties. The only time you talked was behind closed doors when one or both of you was naked. Even then you kept your guard up because you refused to let yourself fall for a frat boy with commitment issues who never wanted to be seen with the same girl twice. A boy who I wouldn’t even talk to you in public.

But you couldn’t ignore the way your heart fluttered when he said your name as he was about to cum, or the way his lips felt against yours. He could be a total dick, but you’d also seen a softer side of him that he didn’t show many people. You forced yourself to forget about that side. It was easier that way.

“Okay, What are we starting with?” you asked with a sigh.

“We have the stats exam first, we should work on that.”

You made a face. Statistics was the harder out of the two for you, actually, it was the hardest class you were taking this semester.

“I can’t believe I’m doing math before seven am.”

“You won’t be complaining when you ace the midterm,” he quipped, already working on a practice worksheet.

You watched him solve problems like he was checking items off a list. You knew he was good at statistics, but you didn’t know he was that good. Figures, a guy like him was good at pretty much everything. Everything except mythology apparently, because once you’d switched to that he was flustered and frustrated. You would quiz him on myths only for him to get every single question wrong.

“Tom, did you even read any of these?” you asked, pulling on strands of hair that had fallen out of your ponytail.

“Yes, y/n, I read every one. How do you think I passed all the reading quizzes?”

“Cheating?” it slipped out before you could stop it and Tom gave you a hard glare. You held up your hands defensively. “Just a joke.”

“I don’t think it was.” He licked his lips. “But for what it’s worth I read them all. I just can’t keep them straight.”

You sighed. You felt bad, but you were getting frustrated too. And not just because Tom wasn’t grasping the myths. This was the longest you’d ever spent together (at least while you were awake) and you hadn’t even had sex. He just smelled so nice and looked so cute when he was concentrating that you couldn’t help feeling a little impatient. You had been at it for hours, you thought you would’ve done it at least once by now. But Tom was more serious about studying than you thought. It was kind of admirable and kind of annoying.

“Okay well reread through the African myths and I’ll quiz you again.”

“Alright.”

He pulled out his reading packet and flipped to the section you took out your phone and scrolled through social media mindlessly as he read, but it quickly got boring. You wished Tom would take a break so he could rail you. He was still reading intently, but you figured a little distraction couldn’t hurt.

You started by taking your hair down from your ponytail and letting it fall around your shoulders. You knew your shampoo drove Tom crazy and hoped it would have an effect on him today. He shifted his seat, but didn’t look up from the packet. Next, you leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder. You’d never done something so domestic like this with Tom, but it seemed to work because he cleared his throat and adjusted his sweatpants.

“You know you could be working on math.”

You shrugged. “We already did stats for hours today. I think I’ll jump off a bridge if I look at one more differential equation.”

He fell silent and tried focusing back onto the reading, but you moved your hand to his thigh and kept it there as you continued to through twitter, not even reading what was on your screen.

“Stop that,” Tom muttered, making you jump a little.

“Why?”

“Fuck, because you’re distracting me. You look too hot right now.”

“I’m wearing pajamas.”

“I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.”

“Well what’s stopping you?” you asked lowly and nipped at his ear.

“Need to finish this,” he replied through gritted teeth.

“I can’t convince you to take a break?” You moved the hand on his leg up so that you were cupping him over his pants.

He shook his head. “After.”

You leaned over and kissed his neck, then his jaw, and felt him get hard under your hand. “If I have to stop what I’m doing you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

“That sounds like more of a motivator than a deterrent,” you admitted. “I’ll suck you off,” you offered and hooked your thumb in the waistband of his sweats, trying to bribe him.

“If you let me finish I’ll eat you out,” he countered.

You straightened up. It sounded like a pretty good deal.

“Fine.”

A few minutes passed in silence and you were waiting patiently, typing up a rough draft of an essay you had due for another class when Tom groaned.

“What?” you asked, wondering if he needed help.

“Can you please stop that?”

“Stop what? I’m literally doing.” You were genuinely confused now.

“Just- I don’t know you’re making it so hard to concentrate.”

“Am I making it hard?” You smirked.

“Very funny.”

“Would it help if I put a paper bag over my head?”

“Probably.”

“Come on, keep reading about Anasni.”

“I don’t want to read about Anansi anymore, he’s a dick.”

“The faster you finish the faster you can get off.”

“I thought you didn’t want to wait,” Tom pointed out, trying to deflect.

“I think I recall something about you going down on me if I let you finish reading.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, but didn’t turn back to the book. Instead, he continued to gaze at you with those big brown eyes. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“What?” You felt your cheeks get warm.

“I just really want to kiss you right now.”

You smiled and raised your chin, challenging him. “Then do it.”

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, savoring the moment.

When you pulled away, Tom’s eyes were dark with want and you could see that he was now fully hard in his sweatpants.

“How about I eat you out now anyway?” He suggested, leaning forward to kiss your neck.

You moaned and brought your hands to his hair.

“You trying to bribe me?”

“Is it working?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Tom stood and picked you up from your chair. You wrapped your legs around his waist again. He pulled on your bottom lip and smirked.

“Promise you’ll finish studying after?” you asked.

He considered it. “Does what we’re about to do count as studying mythology? Because it’s going to be legendary.”

You scrunched up your face in distaste. “Why do I make the worst life choices?”

Tom grinned. “Hey! You know no ones gives it to you as good as I do.”

“That confident are you?”

“Is that a challenge?”

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ashleysinspirationhoard · 4 years

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writing references master-list

I reblogged/found and bookmarked these from many many many different places. I guess I’m making this master list so I can find things right away as needed, but maybe also so it’ll help other writers and roleplayers out there too? I’ll be adding to the list as I find new sources, maybe even adding some of the sources I use on here personally from time to time.

If it’s in bold, it’s for over 18+. If any of the links are broken, sorry. I tried to go straight to my sources, but a lot of them are gonna be from my own reblog and some of the blogs are either stuck in sensitive mode or have been taken down. But I really did try to link from the original poster (OP) whenever I could.

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robbiemeadow · 4 years

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The Unique Challenges of Sheltering-in-Place with your Partner During COVID-19

During COVID-19, partners may be quickly moving in together to shelter-in-place. Some of these relationships are as fresh as new matches, and some as familiar as life-long partners. Moving in together may be the best option for partners given their social, mental, physical, or financial needs. Plus, sharing household chores, possibly saving some money, and having your partner as a quarantine buddy are some great perks!

COVID-19 has certainly accelerated some timelines though. While some relationships may have been discussing moving in together for a while now, many partners had to act within a couple of days. This quick timeframe may not have given you and your partner much room to set boundaries, define expectations, or discuss any potential relationship obstacles that might occur during the move in process. Moving in with a romantic partner is a significant step in any relationship. Even outside of a global pandemic, this brings about questions, concerns, opportunities to grow, and a new knowledge of your partner.

We know that any large-scale traumatic event, like natural disasters and COVID-19, can place survivors at a higher risk of relationship abuse, so it’s important to recognize some of the challenges and particular concerns of quarantine-cohabitation that could escalate abusive behaviors in unhealthy relationships.

Usual Challenges

What makes moving in together challenging? Most challenges arise from the increased amount of time you spend with your partner when you live together. While you may be use to spending days or weekends together, those pockets of intentional time may not accurately represent how you act when you’re not around each other. Here are a few examples of more usual challenges:

When cohabiting, couples now spend every day together! The increased time spent together may reveal conflicts in partners’ habits, schedules, and priorities. You get a full, 360-degree view of your partner, which can be an exciting new adventure, but, for some, this may display signs of a larger issue.

Moving in together may mean different things to different people. Traditionally, living together is a sign of further commitment to the relationship. This assumption may lead to uneven or unrealistic expectations surrounding gender-roles, or consent.

One partner may believe that moving in together and sharing more physical space equates to sharing more physical intimacy. It is never ok to assume consent of another person, whether that be across physical or emotional boundaries. A healthy relationship creates a space in which partners feel comfortable communicating boundaries and trusts that the other person will respect them.

Another challenge when moving in with a partner is creating a shared ownership of the space. Unfair allocation of space without much discussion can foster perceived inequality in the relationship and create uneven power dynamics in unhealthy relationships. If you feel like a guest in your shared home, it may be hard to have a sense of responsibility, individual space, or ownership in household chores or decisions. The unequal balance of power could also magnify one partner contributing more to the rent payments, which may create financial conflict or abuse. It’s important to recognize that cohabitation means co-ownership of the space and shared responsibility.

A healthy relationship communicates their concerns about feelings of ownership, individual space, chores, and finances honestly and respectfully. This communication is key both before and after moving in together.

Quarantine Challenges

If the usual cohabitation challenges weren’t enough, now we have to learn how to navigate them in the midst of a global pandemic. An overarching relationship concern during COVID-19 can include the general anxiety surrounding health and uncertainty. Here are some examples:

Not only do partners spend more time together, sheltering-in-place may mean they are spending all their time together.

Financial concerns may now include sudden changes in workloads or employment status. For example, the switch to remote-work may increase a couple’s time together — even more than typical cohabiting partners.

Alternatively, one (or more) partner(s) may be part of the essential workforce or lost their job, which could bring about a new set of anxieties surrounding health, incompatible work-schedules, hygiene, and more.

Support systems may have moved almost entirely online through social media platforms, video chat, and phone calls.

Usual social interactions have decreased or stopped entirely. This lack of casual person-to-person interaction may increase co-dependency in the relationship.

Isolation is one of the strongest tools in an abusive relationship. The unhealthy or abusive partner may use living together during quarantine as a way to monitor and prevent their partner’s social interactions.

Unprecedented life changes due to COVID-19 may have introduced some sticking points like heightened anxiety, online social support systems, and varying financial challenges. Therefore, it is important to be to discuss any concerns and create plans for resolution with your partner. Further, it is important to know the warning signs of abuse in quarantine-cohabitation to ensure your safety in the situation.

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