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Life Is Short So Make It Sweet
Chapter Twenty-Five: Heart Felt Truths
Summary: 4.7k Curtis x Plus!Sized Reader. While still dealing with the power outage, you get to spend more time with Curtis's family and Curtis takes you out with Sophia to show you something special.
Warnings- None.
A/N- Wow it's been a while but I hope you all are still here for the ride. @what-is-your-plan-today edited this chapter for me ages ago, so I have to thank you for doing, I always appreciate your input with these two. @mumbles411 ... This is for you! You have been asking for this moment for a while. Again, THANK YOU EVERYONE for reading and sharing. Dividers made by the lovely @firefly-graphics
Chapter Twenty-Four / Masterlist
There was a soft patter of feet across the old creaky floor and a giggle at the end of the bed. Curtis knew it was coming, had warned you that Sophia would probably crawl in with you both first thing in the morning. He let his gaze slit open to see her at the foot of the bed, grabbing onto the blankets to pull herself up.
The room was still gray, the hues of dawn barely coming, not quite arriving fully yet and of course, his niece was wide awake right now. He was going to need coffee, coffee would require more work than usual with the power out.
Maybe if he waited long enough Ella or Lisa would make coffee, that sounded like a better plan.
Next to him, you stirred, lifting your head enough to see what was moving at the end of the bed, before you burrowed back into your pillows, making Curtis snort softly in amusement. You weren’t a morning person, not unless you had to be.
“Uncle Curtis.” Sophia whispered, crawling up the middle of the bed. Curtis lifted an arm for her to come snuggle in against his chest, Sophia tumbling under the blankets while both you and Curtis shifted to give her space. “Momma is snoring.”
“Does she sound like the train at work?” Curtis muttered sleepily.
“Louder!” Sophia said with some enthusiasm and Curtis pressed a finger to his lips, pointing at you next to them.
“Quiet voices, Y/N and I are still sleeping.”
You were quick to fall back asleep while Sophia tucked herself up under her uncle's chin.
“Can I have your phone?” She whispered and without opening his eyes, he reached behind him on the nightstand, feeling around for the device. When he handed it to her, she expertly unlocked it and picked her favorite app he had downloaded for her.
“Volume off Soph.” He whispered against the crown of her head, which Sophia compiled while she started her game.
Curtis knew he wasn’t going to be falling back to sleep, but he could just enjoy this moment of peace before the day came blaring full force, requiring him to participate. Now very grateful that he had insisted the two of you get fully dressed again just in case this happened. He let his mind wander, recalling how good a day yesterday was for all of you. The house was full of laughter and games, Sophia keeping all of you busy while the cold weather and loss of power kept you all together.
He knew Lillian and WIlford would have wanted their house like this, full of family and friends and no longer an empty shell of what was once a home.
Finally, Sophia got bored and announced she was leaving, so Curtis let her back out into the cool air and he pulled in closer to you, hugging around your waist to press his hand under your shirt to rest just under your breasts, making you wiggle back into him.
“Your hand is still cold.” You muttered, pulling the blankets further over them.
“Hmm sorry, do you want me to stop?” He nuzzled the back of your neck as he slipped further into the bed, spooning you from behind.
“No, it's warming up now.” Your hand rubbed against his arm around you and settled over the top of it. “It’s cold out there, isn't it?”
“Yeah Honey, I should go check that fire.” Curtis made no move to get up, just letting himself not leave his little warm bubble for a few more moments. “I was hoping Lisa or Ella would start coffee.”
“Oh god…” You half twisted to face him, your eyes hopeful. “What are the chances?”
He grinned, pushing up to lean over and kiss you, morning breath be damned, he was feeling good and wanted you to feel just as good. “Give me ten minutes and I will be back, with coffee.”
You squealed in laughter as he flushed more kisses across your nose and then pulled away while you flipped all the blankets back over yourself.
Curtis hummed as he went down the stairs, his bare feet cold on the floor when he landed on at the bottom, making him hop from one foot to the other till he got to one of the runner rugs he had scattered around the downstairs. He glanced around to see the bedroom where Lisa had the door eased open enough to let heat in but she must still be in bed. The pullout couch where Ella had slept with Sophia was back to being folded up in place, meaning his cousin must be awake. Curtis assumed Sophia was in Lisa’s bedroom by the sounds of a tablet playing a cartoon.
“I already got the fire going.” Ella said from the kitchen as she stepped into view, a steaming mug in her hands as she sipped from it. “It was chilly.”
“Thanks, I should have gotten up and checked it earlier.” Curtis bypassed her, stealing her cup to sip from. When she smacked at his back, he flashed her a grin and took another before handing it back to her with a grimace on his face. “Too much sugar.”
“Heathen.” Ella sputtered as she claimed her mug once more, scowling at him. “I need it to sweeten me up. Mom’s here, but you mind watching Soph for a while? I gotta get to the aquarium, check in on what the upcoming plan is and help feed. Cole already sent me a message saying he was there all night.” Ella sputtered to herself as she glanced once more at her phone. “Idiot never told me he actually needed help keeping everything functioning.”
Curtis was busy at the stove to make you both a mug, giving a nod. “Of course, you know I’m never gonna say no to watching my favorite niece.” He motioned with his hand that she should go.
“Your only niece and this is why I keep you around. You are useful.” Ella teased as she savored more of her coffee.
“Glad to be useful.” Curtis pipped up as he mixed everything together. “Want me to take you over? I don’t think it snowed or anything last night. But you never know what the wind kicked onto the roads.” He peered out his back window over the sink, but it looked like yesterday, his backyard knee deep in snow.
“Nah, I’m good. Stop trying to take care of all of us.” Ella scolded him while draining the last of her cup, Curtis mimicking her with a roll of his eyes. “Have more fun today, chill out. You are just getting the hang of it.” She winked as she set her mug in the sink. “Even Mom noticed how much you have changed.”
“What do you mean changed?” His brows arched in surprise.
Ella continued getting ready to leave, sliding on a jacket and stuffing a scarf around her neck. “Yeah, she said you hadn’t laughed like that since you were a kid.” Ella gave a wave. “And yes, if I need anything, I will call. See you later!”
Curtis mused a moment at what Ella said. She was right though just as she had been before Christmas, he was happier. Life has been better since the beginning of September. It made him smile, a content feeling settling in his chest.
His thoughts drifted to last night and how different even that was for him. Last night he was overcome with just needing to feel you and make you feel good. He didn’t even have his own pleasure in mind when he was with you. It was all about making you feel beautiful and appreciated. It wasn’t sex, it didn’t feel like sex.
Sex was always good, but that wasn't it. He never was that kind of intimate with someone, rarely did he bring anyone home before and the times he was dating, sex was always just for fun. Now you lived here part time and it was still for fun, but he craved that connection it built each time as well.
This was more and the tingles of realization tickled his mind. Love, that was love and it settled like he was wrapped in a blanket around him.
He really loved you.
Curtis inhaled deeply in a calming manner as he let this knowledge take hold, in the silence of his kitchen with the morning sun shining bright to light up the room, he glanced up, looking around the old kitchen, swearing he felt someone with him.
“Is this what it's like? You two would know.”
As he picked up the mugs to bring back upstairs, Curtis could have sworn he felt a hand on his shoulder like it was confirming that it was a yes.
You rolled to your back, still wrapped up in clothes and blankets, the sun warming your face. A soft smile played on your lips. Last night had been incredible, you never felt such passion and connection with anyone before. It made flutters fill your belly, excited at what overcame the two of you last night. Whatever it was, you wanted more of that feeling, that feeling that it was just the two of you in the world.
Curtis had always been an affectionate man with his loved ones and that attention was what you felt last night. His complete devotion. You wanted to think of it as love, but you just weren’t quite sure that’s what it was. You thought Jake loved you, he said it early on to you and you were sure that's what it was for you too. Towards the end, he said it less and less, only when he was trying to persuade you to do something you didn’t want to. It was always the nudge to push you to do what he wanted till that last night. The memories that you had yet to talk about out loud with anyone made you shudder for a second, pushing it away.
That was something you still weren’t ready to deal with.
Instead, you went back to thinking about last night, your connection with Curtis, how it felt so absolute for you. Curtis never said anything beyond needing you, but it felt like so much more than just a quickie for you two.
But you didn’t want to jump to conclusions.
You were still mulling over the sensation when Curtis came in, two mugs carefully balanced. You pushed up to a sit, taking a steaming mug gratefully to take a sip.
He knew you well, having your coffee made just the way you liked it. “Ella is already out the door, I told her I didn’t mind watching Sophia today.”
“Mmmh.” Your eyes closed peacefully as the caffeine worked its magic. “Anything you wanted to do? Or anything you had to do away from the house? I don’t mind sticking around with Sophia while you go out.” You offered and peeked at him while you took another sip, sensing his surprise at your offer. “What?”
“You would do that?” Curtis asked incredulously, like you were offering the world.
“Well yeah? Why wouldn’t I? I love hanging out with Sophia, she is such a great kid to be around.” You shrugged it off, still not seeing why he was so surprised.
Curtis blew on his coffee before taking a rather large swallow, getting as much of the hot liquid in him as possible to prepare for his niece's energy before answering. “Not many jump at a chance to babysit, especially someone else’s kid in my experience.” He shrugged back, a grin forming on his face as he leaned forward to peck your lips affectionately. “So thank you, I know Ella would let you take Sophia anytime. But today you are stuck with me. I don’t have to go anywhere.” He set his mug down and rubbed at his head, waking himself up further. “I wish the power would come back on so I could trim this down.” His fingers tugged at the slightly longer strands, making your gaze lift.
He might not like the longer strands, but you did. You bit at your lip and set your mug aside to shift to a kneel before him, running your hands through his hair and marveling at how soft it felt against your palm. “Not gonna lie stud, I like it.”
A wicked gleam formed in his eyes as he watched the way you enjoyed touching him. “Do you now… I might have to keep it.” Your fingers tightened in the short hair, barely able to tug on it a bit.
“Will you? Not for long, I just really want to…” Your fingers gave another slight pull to drag his head back to expose his neck, making you lean into it, nipping playful kisses along his bobbing adam’s apple. Your tongue darted out, another playful seduction that made Curtis groan in your hands.
“Anything for you.” He muttered, letting himself enjoy the change in the room, both of you edging on staying in bed just like this.
“You spoil me Curtis.” You let your hands smooth through his hair and lean into him while he wrapped you into his arms, pulling you in against him while stealing a coffee laced kiss from you.
“As long as you will let me.” He winked and the bedroom door creaked open to show Sophia poking her head in, staring at the two of them. “What's up Sophia Bear?” Curtis questioned while you moved back for your mug on your nightstand.
“I’m hungry!”
Curtis pushed up and swiftly grabbed a giggling Sophia in his arms. “Alright, let's go feed you, what do you say? Brussel sprouts? Last I knew that's what little cubs like you eat.”
You give him a look and snort into your coffee, Sophia mimicking you with utter repulsion. “Ice cream!”
“No way kid, it's cold out already and you want ice cream? How about…. A chicken leg?” He wrapped his hand around her ankle giving it a shake and lifting like he was gonna take a bite out of it.
“NO!” Sophia squealed, squirming till he dropped her on the bed, making her roll into you to protect her from her uncle. When she was snuggled in your side, she contemplated what he could make her. “Tater tots.”
“Where am I supposed to get tater tots, Soph? Powers out.” Curtis flopped back on the bed next to you two. “I can make you some toast.” He started and she gave a sigh and rolled her eyes.
“Boring.”
You pipped up just as Curtis was gearing up with another hopeless suggestion. “Have you ever had cinnamon sugar toast?”
“What’s that?” Sophia asked and Curtis smacked his palm against his forehead.
“Oh I forgot all about that. Sophia wouldn't want that though… it's too good.”
“No, I want it.” Sophia started and you shrugged, sipping from your coffee.
“You sure, I mean… It's pretty special. Much more special then tater tots and ice cream.”
You said in all seriousness and Sophia’s eyes got huge.
“I want it.”
You looked at Curtis, his eyes showed relief that you were able to bring Sophia around to the suggestion of something easy. “Alright kiddo, let's go make it together.” He held his arms out and the bouncing child leaped at him, clinging around his neck while Curtis moved to a stand. “My grammy used to make this for me and your mom so I got the super-secret recipe.” He glanced over at you still curled up on the bed, savoring more of your coffee. “Take your time coming down Honey.” He dropped earnestly and you nodded with a smile, watching as the two of them headed for the stairs, Sophia now asking questions about the super secret recipe.
You sighed in pure happiness at where you were right that moment.
The morning went quickly, Ella sent a message saying that she was going to be at the aquarium for the day helping out, which Curtis told her to take her time. Sophia loved the cinnamon toast, which you also diced up an apple with some yogurt you had in the fridge, luckily still cold. Lisa came out later in the morning, looking bleary-eyed and angling for some hot water that you heated on the stovetop.
You were able to keep Sophia entertained with coloring at the table while you read through some manuscripts looking for the next drama club play. Curtis was back and forth between hanging at the kitchen table, coloring with Sophia and out in his shed out behind the house, a motor once in a while sputtering to life before it would die out. Lisa spent her time in the living room, back to her crochet project.
When you sank in the couch next to her, Sophia cuddling up under some blankets next to you to watch her tablet, you took a few more lessons from Lisa, listening to her talk about more of Curtis’s past as a kid and her own memories of her childhood in the house.
It was late afternoon when Curtis triumphantly came inside, Sophia having just woken up from a nap in her grandmother's bed, all bundled up back in the blankets on the couch watching some other cartoon Ella had saved for her.
“How would you two feel about going for a ride?”
“What kind of ride?” You asked, knowing he wouldn't ever consider taking the vintage Camaro out in the snow. However, Sophia jumped right up as if she knew what he was talking about.
“Yeah!” She bolted down the hall off the kitchen for where the coat closet was. Lisa tucked the blanket over her leg all that much more.
“Have fun and be safe.” Clearly she had no interest in going.
“Snow machine.” Curtis grabbed your coat to hold it up, enticing you to join them. Sophia already was trying to wriggle into her snow pants.
“Oh no way, you have one?” You asked excitedly while going to stuff your arms into the jacket sleeves.
“Yeah, an old junker, but with some tweaking she works just fine.” Curtis admitted while you zipped up your coat.
“It’s not gonna break down on us, is it?” You asked with a tease, but the worried hint was still there, questioning if he had to work on it.”
“It’s fine, trust me.” He turned to help Sophia, who was almost dressed now while you were also pulling on more clothes for the wintery ride. “Right Sophia Bear?”
“Yeah! Uncle Curtis goes fast.”
“Not too fast!” Lisa called from the living room and Curtis huffed.
“Of course not.” Then he ushered you two out the door before any more questions could be asked. Out in the backyard, you three crossed to an older modeled two-seater. You stalled a bit, noticing it was just the one.
“Are you sure Curtis? It might be too much with both of us on it.”
Curtis tugged you closer, easily lifting you by your waist which you yelped in surprise and he perched you up on the back seat, making you sit slightly higher than his. “Honey, I swear this thing can easily handle more then the two of us.” Sophia was already climbing on, grabbing at the handles like she was going to drive. You fidgeted a bit while Curtis leaned forward, hands braced on the machine's seat as his forehead dipped with yours. “I also have something I really want to share with you. Please?”
When he asked like that, how could you continue to question it? With a nod, you smiled and Curtis dipped his head enough to kiss you, making you giggle as he disappeared into the shed to go grab some helmets. You fit yours on while Curtis made sure Sophia’s was on correctly. Eventually, he swung himself onto the sled and settled with you as you wrapped your arms around his waist to press up behind him. Sophia sat in front of him, protected in his arms, excited to go. He turned the key, and the sound of the machine filled the snowy area and you lurched off into the woods, on a well-worn path Curtis had made over the years.
It was exhilarating, watching the trees zip by as Curtis took turns on occasion, leading you further away from the house. He was sure to slow at the curves, having you all lean just right to keep the sled from tipping on the uneven ground. Eventually, you guys made your way towards the snowy covered lake, severely frozen over in the late winter months, all across it were tracks where other people enjoyed the freedom the lake provided. Sophia squealed excitedly from the front, loving the rush of the machine with all the speed it gave. Curtis revved the motor several times, making her all that more excited.
He took you along the lake’s edge, letting you all see the quiet expanse of the town, just the occasional lights and hums from someone’s generators making a disturbance in the quickening approaching evening. The sky was turning all hues of color, stars quickly dotting the landscape's edge of the lake. The wind howled across, making you feel the bite of it escaping under the helmet and you would hide your face against Curtis’s shoulder when he turned the machine towards the middle of the lake, opening it up fully to zip further away from the shore. It wasn't far though before he started slowing back down, the ice far ahead was giving way to choppy water where the lake was to wild to freeze over.
You lifted your head to admire the way the snow glinted off the bit of light coming from the stars and moon above where twilight finally gave way to the night sky. The frozen crystals started putting on a show, once the motor quieted, the water could be heard even from quite a distance away. You leaned off Curtis’s strong back to sit up straight again, tugging off the helmet to let the cool air wash over your face. Curtis swung off onto the ice and helped Sophia off.
“Soph, what are the rules when we are on the lake?”
“No going past Mater.” She patted the snow machine and Curtis gave a nod before letting her go.
Sophia pushed herself across like she was ice skating on her boots, back towards the shore. He popped his helmet off and held out his hands to help you off as well. Swinging your leg over the seat, you slipped off, sliding into his arms, which he held you up with a grin. “Watch out, it's slick Honey.”
“We need ice skates.” You clutched at his jacket till you were steady.
“Next time we can grab some. I have a bunch stored in the shed I kept the snow machine in. The snow is kept just shallow enough here by the wind to easily skate.” Curtis backed up slowly, taking your hands and bringing you with him while Sophia shot around you two, giggling and dancing to some music she was imagining.
“Is your snowmobile named Mater, after the Disney truck?” You asked as he suddenly swung you closer, making you two grip at each other.
“Last winter she was obsessed with Cars. She named the Camaro Lightning McQueen.”
You laughed with a tilt of your head. “Perfect name. You know, I used to skate all the time with Jade when we both lived in Lake George together. When she moved to Florida, no one was interested.” You shared while you two slipped on the ice, using each other for balance. “What did you want to show me?”
“Look up Honey.” His head tilted back and you followed suit to see a night sky as brilliant as your first date. Only here the Milky Way took over, stretching overhead in a light-colored streak, dappled with so many stars it was impossible to count them all. “Do you know what mythology says that is?”
You gave a slight shake of your head, still in awe of the miracle above you. Curtis turned you around so you were tucked under his chin, your back pressed to his chest. “That’s the bifrost or birost depending on what you're reading. A rainbow bridge from earth to Asgard, where the Norse gods live.”
“Did Wilford tell you that?” You questioned as you admired the sky, appreciating all that much more, you could tell from Curtis’s tone that it was a thing of beauty and wonder for him too.
“He did, he would bring me out here on nights like this. Usually ice fishing, we had to hike out here. But I always looked forward to it, when you get to see something like this…” His tone drifted off, tucking his face in closer to your neck, you could feel the warmth of him seeping into you. Around you Sophia plopped in the snow, singing Frosty the Snowman although it was the very beginning of March. “Honey, I gotta tell you something. I’ve been waiting all day, for this moment really..”
You tore your gaze away from the wonder above you, trepidation seeping into your pores. Curtis sounded so serious what you turned in his hold, to face him. Whatever he was going to say, you wanted it to your face, so that there was no mistaking what it was.
“Honey…” His hands came up to your cool face, the touch warming you as calloused fingers slid against the softness of your full cheeks. “I love you, I have for a while and right now, when I get to show you some of my favorite wonders in this world that I have never wanted to share with anyone else, you have to know.”
You let out a huff of surprise at his words, not at all what you were expecting. Your lips parted, unsure of what you were about to say because so much was filling your mind in this moment, standing before Curtis, someone who treated you better then anyone ever has before.
“Before you say it Honey, mean it. I don’t want you feeling like you need to say it because I did… do it when you are ready to, if you ever are.”
That was it, you literally couldn't fall more in love with him anymore and you shook your gloves off to fall at your snow-covered boots. You placed your warm hands over his on your cheeks, to feel his hold in your own and luck would have it warm up his fingers with yours as you weaved your touch into his, tucking his hands down and closer to your heart, your warmth able to fill him.
“Curtis of course I love you! You showed me what I wanted in this life, what being with someone should be like. You have so much to give to everyone in your life and every day I count myself lucky to be yours, to be able to love you back.”
His blue eyes were soft in the small bit of light the Milky Way provided. Around you Sophia was still entertaining herself, flinging herself across the ice and smacking into Curtis’s legs, making the two of you tumble on the ice into the snow, laughter ringing out from you. A very shocked Curtis rolled off you enough to make sure you were okay while Sophia pulled herself up off the ground. Curtis gave a quick glance at his niece, who was happily back to skating on the patch of ice before turning back to you.
“Are you okay?” He leaned over as you lay in the snow under him, looking up once more at the Milky Way streaking across the night sky, so clear without the light pollution from the nearby city.
“More than okay Curtis.” You pushed yourself up on your elbows, facing him. “I'm the happiest I have ever been and that is because I am with you.” You felt his arm slip under you, pulling you up enough to share the most passionate kiss you have ever experienced.
The stars shine as your witness.
#life is short so make it sweet#curtis and honey#curtis everett and reader#curtis everett and honey#curtis everett x honey#curtis everett x reader#curtis everett and plus sized reader#curtis everett x plus sized reader#curtis everett and you#curtis everett x you#curtis everett fanfiction#curtis everett#chris evans fan fiction#chris evans#amber writes#sweater writes
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Wait wait wait wait wait. Wait a minute, WAIT a MINUTE.
So if Solomon's favorite music genre is classical, and Simeon can play the piano... Do you think there's a piano in Purgatory Hall? And that Simeon plays piano for Solomon sometimes!? I'm sorry, I CANNOT get over this idea.
Just imagine, Solomon's been in his room all day working on research, and finally he emerges sometime around 10pm looking exhausted and stressed out with bags under his eyes. Simeon knows better than to scold him by now because he doesn't listen anyway, but even so, he can't help the way his heart aches for his friend. However, there is one thing he can do...
As Solomon sinks into the couch and sighs tiredly, Simeon takes a seat at the piano in the next room over and begins to play. The music is quiet at first, as he's conscious to the fact that Luke may be in bed by now trying to sleep. But the more he plays, the easier it is to get lost in the notes and the way his fingers tap assuredly against the keys, and within moments he's easily drowning the whole house in a soft melody that soothes the ache in Solomon's temples and melts his stress away like a gentle summer rain.
Slowly, the sorcerer relaxes and unwinds, and soon enough he drifts off right there on the couch- not intentionally, but it was bound to happen at some point with how hard he had been pushing himself lately. Simeon keeps playing long after Solomon has fallen asleep, lonely piano notes echoing through the halls as he indulges a hobby he seldom has time for otherwise. Between his writing, his duties as Luke's caretaker, and his studies, it's rare he has a moment all to himself to play like this.
He'll carry Solomon to bed later, after he's finished filling Purgatory Hall with the sweetest sounds anyone has ever heard. He just wishes his friend would take better care of himself. Immortal as he may be, he is not invincible, and Simeon can tell that somewhere deep down, he's lonely. It shows in the way he clings to Luke and Simeon when he falls asleep near them, in the way he pouts when they're too busy to spend time with him, in the way he constantly checks his chats for something from Asmodeus or MC. It even shows up in his cooking, Simeon muses, when he offers to make them dinner each night because, in Solomon's own words, "Isn't sharing a meal one of the best ways to spend time together?"
How long has Solomon spent waiting for someone to come along and ease the ache in his heart, and how many of those that managed to do so actually stayed a while? The angel can't help but want to weep at the thought of it all. Perhaps that's why the song he's currently playing takes a melancholic turn.
#obey me#obey me simeon#obey me solomon#obey me angst#obey me solomon angst#SORRY THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE WHOLESOME#BUT NOW ITS SAD#sweater writes
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I really, really, really wanted a winter vibes doodle, and also I needed to warm up for the next round of fic illustrations. I see this as a win-win scenario.
And then I kept letting the brain talk me into an entire scenario around the doodle. Whoops.
In conclusion, happy holidays, have a human kid!Grogu riding a long-tailed reindeer.
#shirozora draws#shirozora writes#dinluke#skydalorian#clan of three#din djarin#luke skywalker#grogu#the mandalorian#star wars#story: sweater weather#story: parhelion#series: seasons#my personal weather vibes fic series where i listen to the vibes and not common sense#anyways I have warmed up and am ready to go fucking nuts on the next set of 3quelfic illustrations#this is so ridiculous#cannot believe i let my brain talk me into this#anyway happy holidays 2023 what the fuck was this year even
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Draw Neves at the bar , trauma dumping to heket (she's the bartender)
HFSLKJGKDGJLJKLDS pls this is so funny to me. Neves is a mess when she's drunk. she is now Heket's burden....here she is telling a very silly story
#cult of the lamb#cult of the lamb fanart#cotl lamb#cotl heket#cotl narinder#cotl oc#cotl au#BOO! human oc#getting requests of Neves is so fun to me. i'm itching to talk about her but im so locked down on spoilers#like shes traumadumping here but not Spoiler trauma dumping#imagine being a 25 year old woman sent to Furry Cult World........like.....Neves should be at the club rn :/#the Lamb tried to put her in the Contraption but Neves is too big for it. so they just made her write a very apologetic letter instead#Narinder is still one of Neves' biggest haters.#slapping some color on some shitty sketches >>>>>>>#ALSO putting Narinder in grandpa sweaters and cardigans >>> old ass man#my art#also cannot tell you how the egg thing makes me laugh. Like what the hell…
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they’ve made the papes!
#spider man: across the spider verse#spider punk#spider noir#hobie brown#noirpunk#not many tags today just know i am constantly thinking of them#been trying and failing to write more#hit 7k and then boom roadblock. love it#eh anyway#tryin a more peter-y peter for the past couple weeks#ill get there#hobie steals peter’s sweater all the time but if peter ever actually offers it to him he loses all his Coolness immediately
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(steddie | teen | 1.4k | tags: college au, meet-cute thank to a fire alarm | @steddielovemonth prompt Love is giving him your sweater even if it makes you cold by @stevesbipanic | AO3)
Everyone had told Steve that college would be so much fun. Freedom from the crushing expectations of his parents breathing down his neck. Parties every weekend and a huge dating pool to choose from. An open-minded and progressive culture that made exploring his sexuality easy and fun instead of kind of suicidal like it had been in his small-minded hometown in Bumfuck Indiana.
What no one had told him was that telling his father that he didn't want to go to business school, that he wanted to teach, would result in his father refusing to pay Steve's tuition.
They didn't disown him, but his parents made it clear that they thought his time in college was a waste of time. At least as long as he was studying something his parents considered beneath a Harrington. To them, becoming a teacher basically meant becoming someone else's doormat just because he wanted to teach their kids.
So he was on his own financially, which frankly took a lot of the fun out of college. Suddenly, partying and dating had to take a back seat to the fact that paying for rent, food, and tuition meant limiting his college experience.
It meant working before or after class.
It meant working his ass off for his classes so he could graduate as soon as possible.
It meant living in the dorms instead of his own place.
Which is exactly what led to him standing outside in the middle of the night in the freezing cold of October in just his boxers and hoodie because some asshole set off the fire alarm in their building.
Steve shivered as he huddled with his fellow freezing students in the dimly lit courtyard, glancing around to see if anyone had brought extra clothes. The chilly wind cut through him, and he cursed his luck for not grabbing a coat when the fire alarm blared through the dorm. He was glad that he had his hoodie right next to his bed so grabbing it on his way out of bed was almost second nature. His sleep-shirt, even thinner and softer from constant wear, was not much in the face of the chilly October weather in Chicago.
As the students exchanged disgruntled glances and whispered complaints, Steve noticed a figure huddled alone on a bench, looking particularly uncomfortable in the cold. Squinting through the dim light, he recognized the boy who lived two doors down from him — Eddie.
All in all, they had exchanged a handful of words, for while Steve was a morning person, often up before the sun to go running, Eddie was a night person by choice. Their paths most often crossed in the wee hours of the morning, one's day beginning as the other's was ending. If Steve were telling the whole truth, he would have to admit that he had tried to time his morning runs to make it more likely that he would run into Eddie.
The guy was cute, sue him. Dimples, big chocolate brown doe eyes, dark curls often tamed into a messy bun at the back of his head so that his tantalizing collarbones peeked out from under the collar of his too-big shirts. It drove Steve a little crazy, but so far he hadn't done anything about it.
Maybe this was his chance to fix that.
Despite the biting cold, Eddie offered a shy smile as Steve approached. "Hey, Steve, right? I'd say it was good to see you, but to be honest, I like it better when I run into you in the hallway."
"Yeah, that's me," Steve replied with a small chuckle, trying to shake off the cold. "Mind if I sit here? It's freezing."
"Go ahead," Eddie said, making room on the bench.
Steve sat down and soon they were huddled together for warmth. It was surprisingly nice, even if he still wished he was somewhere warmer. In the midst of the chilly chaos that had become this random Wednesday night, Steve couldn't help but feel a strange connection forming between him and Eddie as they both sat on that lone bench watching a fire truck arrive. There was a sense of camaraderie that hadn't been present in their earlier nods and small talk in the hallway because of the shared discomfort of their current situation.
Maybe this whole ordeal could turn out to be a blessing in disguise.
They started talking, finding common ground in the shared annoyance of the fire alarm and the absurdity of being forced out into the cold in the middle of the night. As they chatted, Steve couldn't help but notice how easy it was to talk to Eddie.
"You look even colder than I do," Steve remarked after a while, having noticed that Eddie's wiry frame was shaking more and more.
"I didn't have time to grab anything. I was just about to crash when the alarm went off," Eddie explained, rubbing his hands together for warmth.
Without a second thought, Steve unzipped his hoodie and draped it over Eddie’s shoulders. "Here, it's not much, but it's better than nothing."
Eddie's eyes widened in surprise and a warmth flooded Steve's chest as he watched the boy pull the hoodie tighter around him. "Thanks, Steve. I really appreciate it. But now you don't have anything. That shirt looks good on you, but not really warm."
It's true, Steve can already feel the goosebumps on his skin, but he's not ashamed to use that as an excuse to huddle even closer to Eddie. "It's okay, really. I’m running a little hot anyway. Besides, you could help keep me warm?" He added slyly, giving Eddie a long look from under his lashes and enjoying the adorable blush that rose to his cheeks.
"It would be my pleasure, my knight in shining armor. Or rather, my knight in a Queen shirt." With that, Eddie opened the hoodie and gestured for Steve to lean in. Having hoped for such a reaction, Steve scooted even closer, wrapped his arms around Eddie's middle and let him drape the hoodie around them both.
As they sat there, sharing the hoodie and enduring the cold together, Steve found himself drawn to Eddie in a way he hadn't expected. While he'd found Eddie cute from the start, it was only now that he felt this almost magnetic pull toward the other boy, and their laughter amidst the chaos of the fire alarm only strengthened that feeling. Half an hour ago Steve had been ready to call this the worst night of his college experience and now he felt warm and safe, something settling inside him that he hadn't even realized was out of place.
Steve was in the middle of telling Eddie a story about the gaggle of kids he was babysitting at home and how they were coming to visit him soon. Just as he was telling him about his hunt for one of those weird dice sets with too many sides for the nerd game the kids were playing, they were surprised by the sudden sound of silence that filled the air.
The absence of the blaring fire alarm signaled the all-clear to return to their rooms.
As the crowd in front of them began to disperse, Eddie reluctantly started to remove the hoodie from around them, clearly wanting to give it back. Steve stopped him, though, enjoying the sight of Eddie in his hoodie far too much.
He realized he didn't want Eddie to give the hoodie back. He didn't want this night to end here and go back to his room, to his bed, alone.
"You know, I've got a coffee maker in my room. Want to warm up with a cup?" He suggested suddenly, trying to make his voice and eyes as inviting as possible as he looked hopefully at Eddie.
Eddie hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching Steve's cautiously. But something in Steve's eyes must have told him what he was looking for, making him throw caution to the wind. "Sure, why not?"
Smiling broadly, Steve grabbed Eddie's hand and started walking toward their building. He had the feeling that he should be reeling more from the whiplash he had gotten that night, but all he could feel was the joy of anticipation.
They walked back inside, leaving the cold behind, and as Steve sipped a cup of warm coffee, he realized that sometimes unexpected circumstances can lead to the most beautiful connections. Little did he know that the accidental fire alarm would be the spark that ignited a flame of love in his heart that would burn hot and bright for decades to come.
It didn't even dim when, on their wedding day, Eddie confessed during their vows that he was the one who set off the fire alarm by falling asleep with a pizza in the oven.
#steddie#steddie fanfiction#stranger things fanfiction#steddielovemonth#steve harrington#eddie munson#day 23#Love is giving him your sweater even if it makes you cold#my writing
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the sweater deserved better
for @steddiemicrofic prompt 'hole'
rated g (i cannot believe) | wc: 404
no cw | tags: established relationship, kinda crack treated seriously, fluff
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"Okay, I've got a question." Steve was holding his favorite sweater. "Actually, let me go ahead and change my question from how is there a hole in this sweater to why is the hole in this sweater right where my nipple would be?"
Eddie was biting his thumbnail and avoiding eye contact, a classic sign that he was responsible for this.
His favorite sweater. The one that made his eyes pop and made him feel so confident.
"It's a simple answer," Eddie mumbled, not removing his thumb from his lips.
Steve waited. And waited.
"Go on," Steve gestured for him to continue.
"Well, I was wearing it the other day, you know how I like to wear your sweaters sometimes because I love you so much-" Eddie paused to smile at Steve's suspicious look. "It's true! I put it on and there was a loose thread, but I was busy doing something and didn't wanna get the scissors, so I just tugged on it a little. That made it worse. And then I panicked and tried to pull it harder and that was not the best thing to do at all, but it was too late."
Steve looked back down at his sweater and frowned. What Eddie was explaining would make sense for a small hole, one that could easily be patched up, but this? This was large enough to fit his hand through.
"So you just kept pulling the string until half the sweater came unraveled?"
Eddie nodded seriously.
Steve shook his head. "I don't buy it. You know how to sew. You know pulling that string would destroy the sweater. Are you covering for someone?"
Eddie immediately started shaking his head, which meant he definitely was covering for someone.
Steve threw his hands up. "Who? And what did they even offer you to cover for them? The kids have no mon- oh my god."
Eddie's eyes widened.
"You let Dustin wear it."
"I did not let him! He just took it without asking and when I saw him in it, there was a struggle to get him out of it and then-" Eddie gestured at the hole. "I can fix it!"
"You can fix it."
"I can try."
"And if you can't?"
"I've fixed holes in denim, I can fix this, Stevie. Have some faith."
Steve rolled his eyes. "I want to wear it this weekend."
"I can fix it."
"Hope so."
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#steddiemicrofic#steddiemicroficjanuary#established relationship#just absolute silliness#the infamous yellow sweater#i managed to write a g rated one but it doesn't sit right with my soul
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Goofy and erratic villian with an exasperated and somewhat uptight hero who has a crush on the villain? Maybe the villain says something vaguely flirty on accident and the hero has to pretend they don’t like it (and fails miserably)
“Come on.” The villain grabbed the hero’s hands and pulled them towards the dance floor. Eyes glinting, excitement filled up the villain. “Fight me.”
Utterly unimpressed, the hero just rolled their eyes.
“No interest.”
“That’s not very diplomatic of you. Refusing the enemy’s suggestion to resolve our issues? Come on, it’ll be fun. Just a little bit of combat.” They pulled the hero close, grip tight around them as they led the hero through the song. “Or are you scared?”
“We’re calling combat ‘resolving issues’ now?” Their eyes went through the crowd, concentrating. Professional. Obviously, the hero didn’t have time for their nemesis but the villain didn’t care.
At this point, they took whatever fell into their hands. The hero was a master at hiding, at avoiding people and the villain was not going to let them slip through their fingers that easily.
“It’s like couples therapy for crazy people, don’t you think?” the villain asked. They tried to redirect the hero every time they spotted the supervillain among the many millionaires.
Admittedly, the villain had been on their hands and knees when they’d discovered that the hero was going to be here. They’d begged the supervillain to take them with them and thank god, the villain had been assigned to distract the hero.
It was their favourite activity.
“I can’t argue with that, I suppose.” The hero shrugged. “I am not interested in making a scene, though.”
“But it’s so much fun...” Again, the villain pulled them closer, staring through half-lidded eyes at that heroic face.
One time, the hero’s hard shell had cracked in front of the villain. Ever since, the villain tried to crack it again, not because they wanted to torment the hero but because they needed the hero to know that being imperfect and vulnerable was normal.
The hero forgot that they were human sometimes.
“You’re aware that I am going to crush you like a beetle, right?”
And the villain had seen other people lose their mind to that.
“Oh, I’d love that, baby,” the villain answered. The hero’s face remained emotionless.
“If you think that you can distract me with your cheap tricks, then you’re blithely unaware of the fact that I am the best in this business.”
The hero tried to get out of the villain’s grip but the villain knew the supervillain wasn’t done with their investigation yet. So, the villain had to get creative.
“I know you’re the best, that’s why I want to fight you again. Gives me a kick.” The villain brushed the hero’s ear with their lips. “It feels good.”
“Ugh, you’re annoying.” The hero grabbed the villain’s jaw and turned their head away from them. The villain had to giggle at that.
However. The villain also caught a glimpse of their red ears.
The hero was embarrassed.
“Come on, grumpy…you love me.” They couldn’t help but smirk. Annoying the hero was a hobby the villain would never be able to let go of. Sometimes, they committed a crime just for the hero to show up.
“I’m wasting my time with you.”
Unfortunately, the villain spotted their superior. Giving them a sign to go back to the lair.
“You mean you’re having fun,” they mumbled.
The hero was quiet and looked (as usual) quite dissatisfied as they let the villain guide them. They didn’t seem to be passionate about dancing at all. They didn’t seem to loathe it, either.
“Let me invite you on a date, then. You. Me. Tomorrow. Bring your best weapon,” the villain said. They squeezed the hero’s hip, making the other’s eyes widen and somehow, the hero seemed much more human with their red face and their avoidant gaze.
Almost as if they did like the villain after all.
The villain could live with that, though.
#man I don’t know#You’re also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002 Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns and then I think it was#Yves Saint Laurent wasn’t it? who showed cerulean military jackets…I think we need a jacket here. and then cerulean quickly showed up#in the collection of 8 different designers. then it filtered down through the department stores and then trickled down into some tragic#casual corner where you no doubt fished it out of some clearance bin#however that blue represents millions of dollars of countless jobs and it’s sort of comical how you think you’ve made a choice that#exempts you from the fashion industry when in fact you’re wearing a sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room#from a pile of ‘stuff’#writing snippet#heroxvillain prompt#heroxvillain snippet#heroes and villains#hero#villain#hero x villain#heroxvillain#an answer for an ask#request
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Blessed Samhain! May the Gods watch over us during the winter months to come, and may it be a time of peace, prosperity, and quiet happiness.
#i cannot wait to be wrapped in sweaters every day and do nothing more than be cozy and write my books with LOTR on in the background#with a gentle snowfall drifting across the horizon#personal#samhain
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Fuck You Higher
Summary- Stoner Ari x Reader. You and Ari are both high and enjoying the ride that comes with it. This is all smut. Filthy smut. All I was craving was some stoner Ari smut and needed to do it.
Warnings- Drug use, stoned characters, filthy fucking, spitting, licking, blowing smoke at each other, just all the things I needed. This is an 18 + Only Blog.
A/N- this was such a self-indulgent piece and I want this. Maybe it's because I'm high on cold meds, but enjoy. Also, I will make a mood board for this later cause it needs one. Unless someone else wants to. I welcome one if someone gets inspired.
The room was hazy with warm sunbeams and lazy swirls of smoke drifting all around. It made you slightly tacky with sweat, but that might be because Ari buried between your quivering thighs, stretching them wide as he lapped at your soaked pussy, his beard gleaming from you, but he still wasn't near done.
Every time his blue eyes, now glazed over lifted, they had a soft feral look to them, one that spoke of how he was starved and you were his first meal in ages. You didn't know if you had more to give as his tongue was demanding in your hole, dragging from your clenching body to drag upwards and slick your swollen jewel all over again, rolling and biting it till you were arching and crying his name.
Your fingers buried in his long sun-streaked strands, pulling at the roots to lift him away, let you sink into bliss but he couldn't be deterred. "Ari, You got to-"
"I don't gotta do anything till I'm finished here." He growled, his oversized hand pressing against the soft pudge of your belly while he dragged his sinful tongue through your pussy again, so swollen and puffy, you felt it throbbing needing him to fuck you. You grabbed at the burning joint nearby, sucking on it till your lungs fill, making them ache in a way that felt just as good as the rest of your on-edge body.
You slowly exhaled down your body, letting it drift over him as he slurped messily against you with a suck on your clit, making you grind into his face, his beard rough against your hole, but oh it burned so good, the way he jutted against you. You grinned at the flare of his nostrils, mixing the scent of your arousal and the burned bud you sent his way. "We are almost out and you should roll us another. You do roll the best ones after all."
Ari pushed up, giving you the perfect view of his muscled chest flexing underneath the mat of dark hair plastered sweaty to him. "You do just fine making them babygirl. My fingers are occupied." He smirked as they filled you, almost as good as his cock. They flexed against your sensitive silken walls while you clenched him, wanting more, wanting all.
Calloused fingerpads found your weakness, the one that could send you soaring and you reached behind you to grab the pillows, crying out Ari's name like he was the god you were singing praises to. "Oh god Ari, right there, please don't stop, don't ever stop. Feelssogood." Your words started running together as he watched you break under him.
Tipping down, he let his tongue drag up the center of your body, paying careful attention to your belly button, mimicking with his tongue what his fingers were doing to you, then up. The warmth licking away heated beads of sweat while he covered you in him. "So fucking beautiful when you cum on just my fingers." He spits on your breasts, watching as it rolled from your nipples down and he cleaned that up, sucking on your tits with sharp pulls that made them as sensitive as your clit.
You weren't going to survive this man.
His hair dragged like a tantalizing tease, making your body jerk at the ticklish sensation while you continued grinding against his palm, flooding him and not even caring how much of a mess you were making on the bed anymore. Nothing mattered except this high he was bringing you. His tongue swept up your collarbone and with a nudge of his nose, your head fell back, giving the length of your neck.
Tense as you came, he licked that till you were covered in him and he ended up taking the last of the burning joint, inhaling it deeply while watching your eyes roll back and your moan of satisfaction escape. It ended in his kiss, his tongue plunging against yours and the smoke from his lungs filling you, a sweet burn while you coughed slightly against his mouth.
His hips ground into yours, his cock pushing into you as he pulled out his fingers, keeping you full and sated with him, Ari pushed the two of you around till you were on top of him. Breaking from that kiss, you panted against him for a moment, hot, sticky, and saited, you managed to push up, groaning at the way he was stretching you, this way always made him feel so much deeper, full and thick, his cock stretched you to a point it almost pained you.
But you welcomed that pain for the lover giving it to you. You bite your lip and grind onto him while he grabs your hips, making you still. "Give me two seconds to roll another one Y/N." You nod while he gets what he needs and using his belly as his table, got it all rolled together within moments, the paper sticky with the mess you left on his fingers.
With half-lidded eyes, you watched as he flicked the lighter to light it and as the tip sizzled from bright red cherry to dull red, your hips started to grind against him, your walls fluttering around his hard cock. "Yeah baby, just like that." He groaned, his own bucking up to fuck into you. One hand ran up your thigh to grasp your hip, easing your motions while he held the joint up for you to wrap your lips around.
You were already high as fuck, but you wanted that hit, craved the feeling that hit makes you float while you fucked Ari like this. You leaned to take it, dragging it from him while your grinds turned to tiny bounces,. "Fuck." He swore as you pulsed around him, making you giggle with the joint stuck between your lips, covering your head in smoke once more. "I should record you riding me like this."
"Do it." Your tits bounced now, giving him a show underneath you as your body rolled above him, a dance while riding his cock. The obscene noises added to the sensation, your essence dripping all over him now, coating his cock to glide so easily into your tight hole. He grabbed at his phone hitting record as your body arched above him, gleaming in the hazy light, your fingers plucking the joint from your mouth to blow thick rings above the two of you. It was an artwork that Ari committed to memory.
"Baby I am going to fill you." He promised, his phone still recording from where he fit it on the headboard and taking the joint back from you to put it in the nearby ashtray.
"Promise?" You pant out, looking at the camera with a lazy smile and shining eyes. "You going to fill me full of your cock and cum, make me miss you when you aren't buried deep in me."
"Yesss." He hissed, grabbing your hips and fucking you harder, bouncing you till you bucked on him, the last of your energy went into reaching that last blissed high that came with fucking Ari. You sobbed and cried, scratched at his chest and when you broke, you let him gather you in his arms to pin you to him, his thrusts sloppy in and out, till he started to shoot into you, his cum thick ropes in your tight pussy, making you feel him so intimately fuck it deeper into you with several demanding thrusts till he too stilled under you, both of you harshly breathing, like the oxygen had been entirely used in the bedroom.
You felt him all sticky and heated under you, his skin peeling against yours like you two were melded together until you pried yourself off, the rush of air from the overhead fan trying to cool everything off making your skin goosebumps at how good it felt. "I don't think I will ever get tired of fucking you Ari." You whispered as you pressed your lips to his, your tongue barely touching his mouth as you talked.
He grunted in agreement while his tongue filled your mouth, your taste was still very much a dominating sensation, and you rather appreciated the way it mixed with his usual flavor.
His now soft cock was still buried in you and you were not ready to lose that full feeling yet. But you did push up to your elbows, giving you both a bit of breathing room. Ari pushed a hand into your hair, gripping it and tilting your head back enough to reach the bared length of your neck, nipping sharp kisses that are sure to make your skin dark with his affection. "Good thing you always get to fuck me."
His blue eyes were clear when he dropped back to the pillow, his hair a wild mane against the crumpled pillow, making you smile at his appearance. "Is that so? Even when we one day go back to real life Ari?"
"Yes, even when we go back to real life." A hand came to glide over your face, following the flow of your features as he dragged his fingertips down from your forehead till the gripped your chin, making you pay attention to him. "You think I am ever really going to let you go?"
#ari levinson smut#tw weed#tw drug use#ari levinson#ari levinson x reader#ari levinson x you#fuck#amber writes#sweater writes
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Unexpected Kiss
Pairing: Claire x Muse, Muse x Solomon
CW: Unrequited love, surprise kiss, extreme jealousy, Claire cries, mentioned past shared trauma between Claire and Muse (no explicit details)
A/N: I was scrolling tiktok earlier and this prompt came up, sooo... I figured, why not!? Tagging @paper-trash-bag since this features two OC's! <3 HELP I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY AND THIS GOT SO LONG- Not beta read, I rushed the ending and don't like it, but I needed to finish this up and post SOMETHING. I'm getting real tired of talking about my writing and having nothing to show for it lol.
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"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
It wasn't meant to be passive aggressive. It really wasn't. But for a reason she'd honestly rather not admit to herself right now, Claire couldn't help the snide tone that seemed to just roll right off her tongue at the sight of her two friends cuddled up together on the couch. As familiar as the tender look Solomon was giving Muse was, and as normal as it seemed for Muse to melt into him whenever Claire turned her back for five seconds, she wasn't sure she would ever get used to the way it made her feel when she watched them like that.
"Nope," Muse was quick to answer from next to Solomon. "And even if you were, I think pizza is a valid reason for that."
Oh, right- pizza. The whole reason Claire had left the two of them alone in the apartment in the first place. She had offered to pick up dinner tonight, and after a brief discussion about how no one felt like doing any dishes, the three of them had decided pizza would be the easiest option with little to no clean up afterwards, so now here she was with a pizza in her hands and jealousy in her heart.
Of who? Well...
One might think she was interested in the sorcerer that she spent a good chunk of her time with day in and day out. Solomon had been nothing but kind to her even if he did have quite a cold demeanor at first, but she understood considering the circumstances. She would have acted the same way if someone had randomly moved in with both her and her partner only months ago just like she had done to Muse and Solomon. But even so, he was always civil and courteous, and he never made her feel like a burden. If anything, they shared a certain kinship after discovering her... predicament. But...
No. She wasn't after Solomon, despite how it might have seemed that way at first.
"And here I thought we were about to kiss. You would leave me for pizza?" Solomon whined with a pout.
Claire resisted the urge to smirk as she watched Muse pry themselves from Solomon's embrace and toss the blanket off their lap. They carefully scooted closer to where she was standing and patted the space beside them on the cushion, inviting her to sit down next to them. And as she sat, the thought crossed her mind that maybe she should have made Solomon pick up the pizza instead of her, and then she would have been the one who got some one on one time with Muse. Maybe then she would be the one sitting next to them while they watched their favorite show and shared a blanket with her. Maybe she would be the one about share a kiss with them. But it was much too late to be thinking of that now, wasn't it?
"If you give me five dollars, I'll let you kiss me..."
Obviously Muse meant it as a joke. Claire knew that. But even as she sat next to them, the five dollar bill in her right jacket pocket seemed to burn more intensely than the scalding hot pizza box still in her hands.
"Clearly you've been spending too much time with Mammon and not enough time with me," Solomon sighed.
Claire's grip on the box became a bit more forceful as her brows furrowed in agitation. Even if she knew deep down that Solomon hadn't meant it the way it came across to her, she still felt excluded. What, was she just nonexistent to them? Was she nobody to Muse in Solomon's eyes? Everyone in the entire Devildom and Celestial Realm knew what they'd been through together in the past, and Solomon was no exception to that knowledge. The least he could have done was be a bit more sensitive to the situation.
But then... the more she dwelled on that thought, the more she realized that it was entirely unreasonable of her to ask that, since she hadn't filled either of them in on any of her feelings towards Muse. Besides, her feelings weren't their problem to deal with. Still...
"Yeah, and? What about me? I'm here too." Overtaken by her emotions, Claire blurted out her words snobbishly before she could stop herself.
Immediately, she regretted it. Silence fell over the three of them for a moment before Muse, who always seemed to somehow know what to say in these sorts of situations, grabbed the pizza box from her hands and opened it without hesitation. As if nothing had been said, as if she hadn't just stuck her entire foot in her mouth and made a fool of herself in front of the two people who were letting her stay here out of the goodness of their hearts, Muse moved right on.
"Ah- they forgot the garlic..." they lamented.
Claire was eager to jump on board and change the topic. "I think there's some leftover cups in the fridge from last time."
"I'll go get it."
"I'll come with you!"
Solomon said nothing as the box was shoved into his hands, but Claire noticed the way he avoided looking at her and instead watched Muse with focused eyes as they shuffled to the kitchen, as if they would somehow fall apart if he took his eyes off of them for even just a second. If only she had the chance, she could be Muse's rock like that. She wished she was the one looking after her blue haired friend instead.
Yeah, friend, she thought. Because that's all I am to them.
While Muse was rummaging around in the fridge, Claire leaned back against the kitchen counter and anxiously shoved her hands into her jacket pockets. As she did, the five dollar bill she'd been thinking about earlier crinkled and brushed up against her hand, and she was reminded of what Muse had said earlier.
If you give me five dollars, I'll let you kiss me.
What if she...
No, she couldn't do that.
But she wanted to.
She replayed Muse's words in her head and wondered if it would be worth it. So many times she'd been so close to confessing, so close to just leaning in and closing the distance between their lips on a whim. Ever since the two of them met in Purgatory, she had been undeniably attracted to Muse. And now? After getting to know them and all the little habits they had, after seeing them just exist and occupy space? She liked them even more. So it came as no surprise to herself that she was holding out hope that Muse might like her too.
Of course, she could always be wrong. But there was only one way to find out... right?
Closing her fingers around the crisp paper, she debated with herself a minute more before deciding that enough was enough, and it was either now or never if she was going to act on her feelings.
"Hey, Muse?"
"Hm?"
Muse turned around with the garlic cups, an unsuspecting and nonchalant look on their face that Claire wished she could have taken a snapshot of to keep in her mind forever. The curious and attentive sparkle behind their grey-blue eyes only further stirred up feelings of jealousy over the knowledge that someone else got to look in those eyes every day the way she wanted to, and by then it was already too late to go back. She doubted she could have stopped herself even if she wanted to.
Claire shoved the five into Muse's hand, leaving them no time to realize what was about to happen before she brazenly pressed up against them and smashed her lips to theirs. It happened so fast that she had no time to taste anything, and the only thing lingering on her tongue when she pulled away was the hope that Muse could feel just how much care and love she put behind that kiss.
It lasted no longer than a fraction of a second. So many different feelings overwhelmed Claire that she was left speechless and out of breath as she leaned back against the kitchen counter once more, her eyes to the floor instead of Muse's face. Perhaps that was for the better though, as the next words out of Muse's mouth were not what Claire wanted to hear.
"Um... you know I made that offer to Solomon, right?"
She wasn't sure just what, exactly, she'd expected Muse to say, but that definitely hadn't been it, and to say she felt mortified would have been an understatement. Rejected, heartbroken, and embarrassed didn't even begin to scratch the surface of how she felt. She fought back a familiar burning sensation behind her eyes as she finally met Muse's gaze and drank in their expression- one filled with confusion, shock, and what she suspected was disbelief.
"Oh-" Her voice sounded funny, as if she wasn't really the one talking. "I'm sorry." Her mouth felt dry and her voice cracked. "I thought-"
I thought you felt the same way.
I thought you liked me.
I thought I had a chance.
"I thought you were talking to me," came out instead.
Muse laughed, but it didn't sound right. To anyone who didn't know them, it might have appeared as if Muse was genuinely aloof. But Claire knew the tone in which they laughed like that very well, and she recognized it right away as the laughter Muse often gave when they felt uncomfortable.
"It's fine. Mistakes happen."
Was that what this was? A mistake?
"Hey, um-"
"Is everything okay in here? What's taking so long?"
The sudden voice startled Claire and caused her to flinch a little. Solomon. She had almost forgotten he was even here. Almost.
"Oh, yeah," Muse answered for her. "We were just..."
For once, Muse was at a loss for words. Claire watched them fumble to explain what the two of them had been up to and provided an out herself.
"I... dropped my five on the kitchen floor, and Muse was just handing it back to me," she lied.
As if to back it up, Muse stretched out their hand and offered the five back but avoided looking directly at her. "Here."
"Thanks..."
Her fingertips brushed up against theirs as she took it back gingerly, her hand shaking a bit out of nervousness. Having Solomon stand behind her like this made her feel as though she'd gotten caught doing something she shouldn't have- which honestly wasn't that far from the truth, considering she'd just kissed his partner.
"Hey," he asked suddenly, "are you okay, Claire?"
At first she thought he had asked Muse. In fact, it took her a moment to process that he'd specifically said her name. When she turned back around to face him, she found him staring at her with concern in his eyes and a crease in his brows as he fretted.
"Me?" Claire asked breathlessly.
"Yes, you," Solomon pressed. "You look a little pale. Maybe you should sit down and eat-"
"Yeah, I'm fine!" She waved him off quickly, mind racing to come up with some sort of excuse to get her out of the situation she had created herself. Things were getting incredibly uncomfortable for her, but they didn't need to know that. For all she knew, Muse actually believed her half assed excuse for kissing them and was none the wiser to her true feelings, and she intended to keep it that way. "Actually, I just remembered I made dinner plans with a friend! I'd totally forgotten until now! That's what the five was for- I need it for the bus. To go see them, and all. So... I have to leave. Like, right now. Or... I'll be late!"
Muse gave her a skeptical look and set the garlic cups down on the counter while Solomon seemed intrigued at the new information he was getting.
"A friend? That's great, Claire!" The sorcerer beamed at her with a genuine smile, and Claire felt her stomach turn. "I'm happy to see you making progress! If you keep this up, I'm sure your memories will return soon."
As if. They're never going to come back at this rate, and you know it. I can't stand when you lie to me like that.
Muse shifted their weight from one foot to the other as they spoke. It felt like they were looking straight through her, scrutinizing her improvised story. "I thought you hadn't found anyone you recognized yet."
"I haven't. I mean-! I don't know them, they know me. They... messaged me a few days ago saying I looked familiar and that they wanted to meet up, and I agreed to see them!" She hoped the lie was believable enough. "But I have to leave now, so..."
Slowly, she started backing up past Solomon and towards the door.
"You're not gonna take anything with you?" Muse questioned. "It's getting kind of late..." And then, as an afterthought, "Are you sure it's safe to just meet up with someone like that?"
"Don't worry about me," Claire insisted as she slipped her shoes on. "I fought off bloodthirsty monsters for years, I think I can handle a human being."
Both Solomon and Muse went silent at that comment, and Claire knew she'd won her way out of both the conversation and the apartment after that. Bringing up her time spent in Purgatory was always a surefire way to shut down a conversation, because no one wanted to rehash bad memories for her and Muse or cause either of them any more distress than they'd already experienced. Even now, Claire watched as Solomon came to stand next to Muse and leaned into them protectively at the mere mention of it.
That should have been me.
"Please be careful."
If Claire didn't know any better, she would have thought Muse was pleading with her to stay with the way they were looking at her with such a forlorn look. But the damage had already been done by her own hand, and there was no way she could stay in that stuffy apartment any longer- at least for the night, maybe even the week. She'd figure it out once she was out of here.
"I will be."
She grabbed her purse from the coat rack by the front door and gripped the doorknob with a shaky hand. She fumbled a bit, finally got a good grip on it, and before either of her roommates could ask about her strange behavior or why she might have seemed so panicked, she slipped out, pulling the door shut tightly behind her. The silence of the empty hallway seemed to swallow her whole, and before she knew it, she was halfway down the dim-lit street with no sense of direction or purpose except to get as far away from Muse and Solomon's apartment as possible.
After some time, she came to a rough stop against something and realized she'd automatically taken herself to the bus stop. The object in front of her was in fact a very familiar wooden bench- the same one she'd used plenty of times before when she wanted to go out and explore the town, but didn't want to borrow Muse's car both out of guilt of using it and because... well, she'd forgotten how to drive.
She let herself fall into it, body curling in on itself as she numbly reached for her phone and shivered against the evening chill that fluttered under the back of her shirt and across her bare skin unexpectedly. Her minuscule contact list stared back at her menacingly when she opened the phone app. It felt like she lay there ages before she was able to move her thumb, but finally there was a dial tone ringing in her ear as she stared off into the empty nothingness in front of her.
"Claire?"
Her breath hitched as she tried to speak. "Cypress," she whispered meekly, "Can you come get me?"
Immediately Cypress's tone changed. Even though she couldn't physically see him, Claire swore she could feel the air of uneasiness drifting through the phone.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing, I-" How was she going to explain this without admitting what happened? "I don't want to be in the Human Realm right now. Please can you come get me?"
"Claire..." Cypress let out a sigh, clearly debating on how to answer. After a moment of silence that left Claire spiraling in her own thoughts, he went on. "How am I supposed to come get you? You know what things are like for me right now... I can barely even walk to RAD without Lord Diavolo breathing down my neck. And you think he's going to just- what, let me go on a joyride to the Human Realm to take you where, exactly?"
"I don't care," she gritted out. "Anywhere but here. Please, Cypress- Please come get me..."
There was another moment of silence. Another sigh, this time softer and more reserved.
"What... happened?"
"...I don't want to talk about it. I can't... I can't talk about it-"
"Claire. Listen to me."
She said nothing, only sniffled into the phone.
"Are you injured?"
"No," she cried, tears finally spilling over.
"Are you safe?"
"Y-Yes..."
"Where are you?"
"I don't know... the bus stop? The one by Muse's place-" Just the mention of Muse's name made the ache in her chest worsen.
"Give me thirty minutes."
A wave of relief washed over her finally, taking the little restraint she had left with it and turning her quiet sobs into something louder, something more raw and painful.
"Thank you," she breathed. "Please hurry?"
"I'll... I'll try. Lord Diavolo has the portals to the human realm locked up tight right now, though. There's no way I can slip through there undetected; I'll have to find some sort of back door..."
"O-Okay..."
"Hey..."
"Yeah?"
"Are you gonna be alright until then?"
"Yeah... I'll be fine."
"Okay. I'll see you soon."
"Don't get caught," she warned. But the line dropped before she even finished speaking, and she was left alone once more with just her regrets and the dim screen of her phone to keep her company. A part of her wished the lie she'd told to Muse and Solomon was true. She wished she was sitting on a bus on her way to dinner, on her way to see someone who wanted to see her, who wanted to be around her, who wanted to spend time with her.
And it dawned on her then, that maybe that was all she had been craving in the first place- to be wanted. Had she mistaken that yearning for the feeling of love? Were her feelings for Muse real, or were they a product of her time spent in Purgatory without a single other soul for company until Muse came along and soothed the ache of loneliness she felt...?
What a mess she had made for herself.
#obey me oc#obey me mc#obey me solomon#oc: muse#oc: claire#oc: cypress#sweater writes#muse x solomon
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the worst thing about crocheting a sweater is that now i crave to make more sweaters. why stop at one. my whole wardrobe can be sweaters that i made. the power is intoxicating
#crochet#textile arts#i am sitting here trying to write an abstract and instead I'm fantasizing about making more sweaters and vests and cardigans#klaud.txt#fiber arts
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We have to match
This fic was entirely inspired by by this amazing art by @jjks-dodo
The first time it happens, Suguru doesn't know what to do with the present Satoru shoves into his hands.
“It’s not my birthday,” is the first thing out of his mouth, because it’s the first of December, so it’s actually closer to Satoru’s birthday than his own.
“I know that,” Satoru gives back, bouncing on the balls of his feet as if he’s vibrating out of his skin with excitement.
It’s kind of his default state whenever he does something, though, so it doesn’t really clue Suguru in on what’s going on here.
“What is this, then?” Suguru asks, lifting the present slightly. It’s wrapped, though haphazardly so, and Suguru knows that Satoru must have done it himself.
“If you’d unpack it, you’d know,” he snaps out, slightly on edge so this must be important to him.
Still, Suguru can’t help but to want to know more before he unwraps it.
“I’d like to know the occasion first, if you don’t mind.”
He’s wrecking his brain, trying to figure out if he missed some important date, some anniversary he wasn’t aware of–he wouldn’t put it past Satoru to remember the first time they shared a popsicle or something and then make a big deal out of it–but nothing comes to mind.
“It’s Christmas,” Satoru informs him, and it only serves to make Suguru frown harder.
“It’s really not,” he gives back, because it’s December 1st. Christmas is still far away, and it’s not even as if Suguru celebrates it anyway.
He didn’t think Satoru would, either, what with his family and all but clearly he’d been wrong about that.
“But it’s the Advent Season,” Satoru almost whines out, clearly bothered by the fact that Suguru didn’t open his present yet. “Will you just open it already, goddamit.”
Suguru hesitates for a moment longer, mostly just to annoy the hell out of Satoru, but he sees how the bouncing slows down, sees how Satoru worries the hem of his sleeves with his fingers and Suguru just knows that this is important to him, no matter what is in the present.
It’s important enough to Satoru to make him nervous about this and Suguru doesn’t have it in him to let him wait longer.
“Fine, fine, relax, would you,” he mutters, even as he rips the paper wrapping apart and he momentarily goes still when he finds a sweater.
A Christmas sweater to be precise.
It’s red and green with little reindeers all over and it’s kind of hideous if Suguru were to be honest, but he can’t be. Not when Satoru looks at him with so much expectation written on his face.
“Thanks?” Suguru finally manages to say, still unsure what he’s supposed to do with this, when Satoru suddenly whips out a matching sweater.
“The time leading up to Christmas is the best time and we’ll have to match, so I got you that one to match mine,” he excitedly says, clearly reassured by the fact that Suguru didn’t immediately throw the sweater in his face.
“We have to match,” Suguru repeats slowly, and the corners of his mouth twitch when Satoru nods vigorously, making his hair flop around.
When a strand gets stuck in Satoru’s eyelashes, Suguru reaches out without thought to push it away. He briefly feels panic lick up his throat when Satoru goes still under his fingers, but Suguru pretends as if nothing happens and takes his hand back as if it didn’t mean anything.
“You sure you got my size right?” he asks to break the weird tension between them and it’s enough to jolt Satoru back into action, though he can’t quite hide the faint blush on his face.
“A size bigger than me, because of your stupidly huge shoulders,” he huffs out and Suguru laughs.
“I keep telling you, if you’d actually train like at least once a weak you wouldn’t be all noodle-limbed.”
“I’m not noodle-limbed!” Satoru huffs and puffs with outrage and Suguru laughs even louder.
They both know it’s not true anyway; Satoru is good enough at hand-to-hand combat to best just about everyone they know, except, of course, Suguru.
“If you and your stupidly jacked arms rip this sweater apart, I’m not getting you a new one,” Satoru hisses at him when Suguru takes of the shirt he’s currently wearing to try the sweater on.
It’s a nice thought, not having to wear this hideous thing, but Suguru just knows that for all his faked outrage Satoru would be devastated and Suguru couldn’t stand it. So he slips into the sweater and lets out a relieved little sigh when it actually fits him.
He only feels slightly stupid when he turns around and he gives a pointed look at Satoru’s own shirt.
“Where’s yours then,” he wants to know and Satoru lights up like a Christmas tree.
“I have it right here, wait,” he rushes out, magicking out a second sweater from god-knows-where and he slips it on without hesitation. “Now we match,” he laughs out, bright and happy and for that alone Suguru would wear much worse things than a stupid, cute, matching Christmas sweater.
~*~*~
The second time it happens, Suguru is kind of expecting it. He knows Satoru too well to think he’d let something like this go, would only do it for one year and so when Satoru hands him a slightly better wrapped present, he accepts it without complaint.
“Cutting it a little bit close, huh?” he asks, because it’s already late in the night of the first of December and it’s not like Satoru to miss out on even a day of this.
Last year he made Suguru wear the sweater almost constantly, only allowing him to take it off to get it washed and for missions and so for him to almost miss an entire day is uncharacteristic.
“Yeah, well–” Satoru trails off, clutching his jacket more tightly around himself and Suguru narrows his eyes at him.
“What did you do?” he wants to know because it’s clear as day that Satoru is up to something.
“Nothing,” Satoru easily gives back, too fast and too smooth and Suguru’s fingers still on the paper.
“I don’t think I want this anymore,” he says, shoving the parcel into Satoru’s chest who shoves it right back.
“You have to, though Suguru, we have to match, remember?”
“I’m not so sure I want to match with you anymore,” Suguru lies straight through his teeth and a painful stab of regret is all he gets for his trouble when hurt briefly flashes over Satoru’s face.
“But–it’s tradition, right?” Satoru asks and Suguru shakes his head.
“One year doesn’t make a tradition, Satoru,” he tells him, though he does get back to unwrapping the sweater.
This one is thankfully only red as far as Suguru can see so far, and so that already makes it better than the last one, at least in Suguru’s opinion.
That thought only holds for as long as he needs to fully unfold the sweater though, because of course it wouldn’t be that easy, not when it comes to Satoru.
The words ‘I’m the naughty one’ are stitched into the front in white and Suguru lowers it just enough to be able to glare at Satoru.
“What the hell is this?” he demands to know only for Satoru to grin brightly at him as he takes off his jacket, revealing a matching red sweater underneath it.
Except his says ‘I’m the nice one’.
“Absolutely not,” Suguru whispers under his breath, even as Satoru laughs right in his face in his glee but he gets the wind knocked out of him when Suguru throws his own sweater in Satoru’s face and then uses that moment of distraction to tackle him to the bed.
“Absolutely not!” Suguru repeats louder this time and starts to wrestle Satoru out of the sweater.
“Hey, hey, what are you doing, Suguru,” Satoru shrieks out, laughing so hard he can barely breathe when Suguru tries to distract him by tickling him but even like this it takes him a long time to finally, finally get Satoru out of the sweater.
“If one of us is the naughty one, it’s you,” Suguru pants out, sitting across Satoru’s legs and looking down at him, his hair falling around his face, bun having come undone somewhere in their tousle.
“But everyone expects that,” Satoru pouts at him, still breathing hard from screaming and laughing and his face is flushed red.
He’s absolutely beautiful.
“And besides, don’t act as if you don’t encourage me at every turn,” he adds and it’s not as if Suguru can even deny that.
Enabling Satoru is a bit of a bad habit of his but not everyone needs to know that.
“Do not,” he says, just to be contrary, and pulls the ‘I’m the nice one’ sweater over his head, so that there’s no chance of Satoru taking it back.
He stills when it settles around him.
“That’s my size,” he says, fixing Satoru with his eyes and Satoru blinks up at him.
“We have the same size?” he tries, even though they both know that’s bullshit and Suguru proves it to him by reaching for the naughty sweater and checking the size there.
“This one is one size smaller, though,” Suguru says and shoves the sweater almost into Satoru’s face.
“My mistake,” Satoru says, still not able to admit that he did this on purpose it seems and there’s only one possible punishment for that.
Suguru flops down on top of him.
“Uff, you oaf, don’t you know you’re heavy as fuck?” Satoru breathes out but his attempts at pushing Suguru off are half-hearted at best.
“I’m also tired as hell,” Suguru easily gives back and dares to nuzzle his face into the crook of Satoru’s neck. “I think I might sleep right here.”
“Hey, hey, Suguru!” Satoru squeaks out, though of course he’d never admit to that and Suguru huffs out a laugh.
Satoru is warm under him and kind of poky with his sharp edges but it’s the single most comfortable position Suguru has been in, simply because it’s Satoru, and soon enough he really gets sleepy.
“‘m gonna sleep now,” he whispers out and the last thing he knows is how Satoru scratches at his scalp as he breathes out a soft “Okay”.
~*~*~
Suguru is already holding his hands out when Satoru steps into the room.
“Let’s see what horrible thing you brought this time,” he says, making grabby hands at Satoru, who seems to have frozen right in the doorway.
“Uhm,” Satoru says, looking down at the present in his hands before he looks back up at Suguru.
He’s more nervous than he was even the first time he did this and it instantly puts Suguru on edge.
“Is it that hideous?” he wants to know, simply snatching the present out of Satoru’s hand, who tries to get it back but ultimately fails because he still can’t best Suguru when it comes to anything even resembling close combat.
“I just–” Satoru cuts himself off, clearly unsure of himself and Suguru fights the urge to soothe his nerves.
He fails miserably, because he always does when it comes to Satoru.
“You want me to give it back?” he asks, offering the present to Satoru, who doesn’t reach out for it. “If you don’t want to, we can skip this year,” Suguru goes on, even though it’s clear that some part of Satoru at least must want because he did get the sweater after all.
“No, it’s just–you might hate it.”
Satoru hasn’t been that unsure since the very first week of them knowing each other and Suguru hates it with a passion.
“Why would I?” he carefully asks but Satoru only shrugs. “Can I unwrap it?”
“Sure. Just remember that it doesn’t–you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”
Of course I want to sits at the tip of his tongue, but Suguru bites it back. It’s not going to help if he reassures Satoru with meaningless words right now, so instead of saying that he busies himself with unwrapping this year's sweater.
This one is green for a change but by now Suguru knows to wait until he sees the front before he forms his decision on this, so he quickly unfolds it, holding it out in front of him.
In stark white it says ‘Family Christmas’ on the front and Suguru is glad that the sweater is hiding his face for the moment because to think that Satoru was nervous about this hurts him acutely.
“You hate it,” Satoru grumbles when Suguru takes a moment too long to say something. “I knew you’d hate it, that was such a dumb idea,” he goes on, his voice barely above a whisper and Suguru lowers the sweater so fast, Satoru flinches.
“Of course you’re my family, you idiot,” Suguru breathes out, instantly honing in on what made Satoru so nervous because he knows him after all. “It’s a great sweater.”
“It–is?” Satoru wants to know, clearly still not convinced and Suguru doesn’t hesitate to slide it over his shirt.
“Of course it is,” he vehemently says, because it is.
Satoru doesn’t quite seem convinced though, so Suguru pulls him into a hug.
“You are my family, idiot,” he says, more fondly than maybe necessary, but Satoru doesn’t call him out on it and instead slings his arms around him.
“You sure?”
“I’ve been wearing stupid matching Christmas sweaters with you for the past two years, you really think I would do that for just anybody?”
Satoru doesn’t need to know that that really has nothing to do with being family and all with Suguru being stupidly in love with him. At least not yet.
Though a plan is slowly starting to take form in Suguru’s mind.
“I should hope not, actually,” Satoru gives back and Suguru rests his head on top of Satoru’s.
He doesn’t move away, and he doesn’t protest about the hug as much as he normally does–however feigned his protest usually is–and so Suguru knows that this really means a lot to him.
It means a lot to him, too, and so he’s more than content to stay right where he is.
~*~*~
Suguru barges into Satoru’s room at the tail end of the last day of November.
“I’ve got a present for you!” he calls out, throwing the wrapped gift right into Satoru’s face when he’s not quick enough to sit up and catch it.
Nerves are licking up Suguru’s spine but like this he can’t talk himself out of it. Not again. He talked himself out of it so often during the last year–years, really–and he thinks it’s time that one of them man’s up. He thinks he knows what Satoru’s answer is going to be, has seen it in the lingering stares, has felt it in the prolonged touches but there’s still that small chance that it’s all just because Satoru sees him as family.
As just family, and nothing more.
“What’s this?” Satoru wants to know, turning the present in his hands and Suguru rolls his eyes at him.
“If you’d open it, you’d know,” he shoots back, not sitting down next to Satoru because he needs to be able to read Suguru’s own sweater once he unpacked his.
It doesn’t help with the nerves, when Satoru has to look up at him like that, though.
“Is this–a sweater?” Satoru asks, squeezing the package in his hands. “Did you get me a Christmas sweater?” He almost sounds accusing and Suguru raises an eyebrow at him.
“What? You can do it, but I can’t?”
“But I have ours picked out already!”
“Yeah, well, shucks. It’s my turn, this year,” Suguru decides and he closes Satoru’s mouth when it drops open.
“Wow, didn’t know you could be so rude,” he mutters, Suguru’s hand still under his chin and Suguru gives him his best grin.
“I learned from the best. Now, if you would?”
“Now, if you would,” Satoru repeats mockingly under his breath, but he does rip into the paper, quickly unveiling the sweater.
At first glance it’s simply red, but of course there’s something written on the front and Suguru’s heart beats in his chest.
“I have everything I want for Christmas,” Satoru reads out loud and Suguru can see the frown on his face. “That’s not even funny, Suguru,” he then whines out, turning his gaze back to Suguru, who feels as if he could die on the spot.
His mouth his dry, his heart is beating so fast he’s afraid it might jump right out of his chest and the butterflies in his stomach make him a little bit sick.
“It’s not supposed to be funny,” he still somehow gets out as he opens his jacket and shows Satoru the matching sweater he’s wearing.
It’s green and the words “It’s me, I’m everything” are written on the front.
Suguru watches how Satoru’s eyes go wide as he slowly takes in the words and he knows it’s all going to be fine when Satoru blushes a furious red.
“What does that mean? Suguru, what does that mean?” he demands to know, almost shouting out the words in his urgency and Suguru smiles at him.
“Take an educated guess,” he replies, though he doesn’t torture Satoru–or himself–any longer.
He bends down, briefly pressing his lips to Satoru’s to make it abundantly clear just what this all means and he knows Satoru finally goes with the program when his hands fly up to tangle in Suguru’s sweater, keeping him right where he is, keeping him close.
“Does that mean I don’t get any other Christmas presents this year?” Satoru pouts out, though Suguru can see how his eyes shine with happiness.
He leans in to taste that smile once more.
“Maybe if you’re being good, I have one or two for you,” he breathes out, and this time it’s Satoru who leans in for a kiss.
“But everyone knows I’m the naughty one,” Satoru mutters against his lips and Suguru laughs.
Satoru steals the sound right from his lips.
“Maybe I’ll part with that sweater just this once,” Suguru muses but Satoru shakes his head.
“Not a chance in hell, we’re never going to take these ones off. I love you.”
Trust Satoru to still be the first one to say it, Suguru fondly thinks as he’s almost drowning in his love.
“I love you,” he quickly gives back, peppering Satoru’s face with kisses until he’s laughing with happiness.
“I want everyone to know,” Satoru eventually says, once they are cuddled close on the bed and Suguru snorts out a laugh.
“Kind of inevitable if you don’t want to take that sweater off ever again,” he gives back and Satoru beams at him.
“Best way to tell everyone. Best way to tell me, actually, “he adds after a moment and Suguru simply has to kiss him again.
“Thought you might like it,” Suguru nods, pulling Satoru closer. “Glad you like it.”
“Love it,” Satoru immediately corrects him. “Just like I love you.”
“Love you, too,” Suguru mutters, getting sleepy now that all the adrenaline is out of his system and he’s warm and cozy in bed, with the love of his life safely in his arms.
He nuzzles his face against Satoru’s shoulder and breathes one more kiss on his skin before sleep slowly drags him under.
The last thing he hears his a muttered “You think there are sweaters for proposing?” and Suguru falls asleep with a smile on his face.
He really wouldn’t mind a sweater like that.
#bt writes#jjk#satosugu#stsg#getting together#love confessions#first kiss#fluff#humor#christmas sweater#cuddling and snuggling
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Jim's fair isle sweater vest/jumper... especially the bit right by the neckline that looks like an hourglass.
Little things to love about Good Omens S2 (19/?) - Masterpost
Detail:
*Edited edit: I found the knitter! See the reblog!
#look i have further thoughts about that sweater#like is it hand knit?#should i make a pattern for it?#you know#normal thoughts#i really want to know if it was bespoke or off the shelf#i really hope the former#good omens s2#good omens costumes#good omens costume design#i'll probably write a whole meta around this jumper one of these days#fiber arts#knitting#little things#jimbriel#jim good omens#gabriel good omens#a duck talks#good omens
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i am being so so normal about these guys right now
#my art#mystery skulls animated#lewis pepper#vivi yukino#arthur kingsmen#msa lewis#msa vivi#msa arthur#made these to try and figure out how to draw them all consistently!! and also flesh out my own lil drawing quirks#three of those doodles in the first image are based on a oneshot i'm; like. Trying to write#btw the thing arthur's wearing in the second image are pizza glasses#someone asked for arthur w/ silly glasses; and these felt like they'd fit him;; kdjdkdjd;;;#[looks at the six (6) arthur doodles] mm. yeah i think i'm being subtle 'bout who my fav is#also i saw someone's art of arthur with his hair down and i absolutely adored it.#so obviously i had to steal i mean borrow it for myself#robozombii!! that's the artist!! their art is verrrrry very good!!!!!!!#fun fact! the lil ahoge in arthur's hair is shaped a bit like a lightning bolt!#another fact! originally lewis' sweater had the caption 'no prob-llama' bc i'm a fake fan who forgot that his favorite animal was alpacas#so now it's an alpacapella sweater
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Can I give flowers and gifts to Sun too?
of course! here's Sun's response:
Before he even sees the gifts, he smiles at you. It is the smile he gives every customer that walks in to the salon. Personable. Polite. Practiced.
"Welcome, Starlight," his voice is even and gentle as he steps towards you. As if following an invisible marker on the ground, he stops a proper distance away.
He bends down as a show of companionship and extends his hands, waiting for you to close the distance.
You move to hand him your gifts, but you pause. For the briefest of moments, you become very aware of the distance between you and the sun.
Sure, you have always felt its warmth and seen its light—but that is merely the limits of what you alone are capable of reaching.
And perhaps that is for the best.
And yet, if the flowers and gifts where any indication, you knew you wanted to draw closer—to know the Sun.
#ask the crab#fnaf sun#fnaf dca#dca fandom#New Do Same You AU#Sun New Do Same You AU#crab art#traditional art#crab writes#the sun after all is further away than the moon#don't want to give away too much#but Sun's got his own baggage#and you gotta reach a certain friendship level to get to it#find out more about the sun when i finally get to the fic!#fun fact! Sun was the first of the three that i figured out how to write#(then Clip and then Moon and then Clip again)#Sun was also the first one designed because i was inspired by the yellow sweater my hairdresser was wearing when i last got my hair cut#that is to say#Sun is my favourite
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