#then tomorrow i will be so strong and get groceries so i can eat and fix everything

[thingsifindonthegroundsometimes]

emergency dart: DEPLOYED

[beom9yus]

dare - choi soobin x reader

: soobin x genderless reader

: oral-soobin receiving, cum eating?tasting? pretty much it

: 2k words - just simply wanted to write about sucking him off LOL

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You stare at your friend who was laying down on the hospital room bed. He’s looking away with a cute bunny pout as you laugh in his face. “How did you-how did you manage to break both your wrists and parts of your fingers?” You start shaking as you bite your bottom lip, trying to hold back from laughing in his face. You feel your cheekbones plump up from smiling, not being strong or mature enough to have a serious face.

His hands that are in casts almost all the way up to his elbows, are currently on the side of his body, one hand being mostly free, casted from his lower palm downwards. Meanwhile the right was entirely sculpted in a cast. Sadly for Soobin, you couldn’t help but guffaw. It was too funny. He’s annoyed now, raising his upper body up to quietly yell at you. He furrows his brows as he tells you, “Stop. It’s not even that funny. Hyuka dared me to do a cartwheel and I made it to the part where my hands are on the ground, and my legs in the air… and I have no clue what happened next. I’m going to be double handless for who knows how long.” 

“You’re literally the last person anyone should dare when it comes to doing anything physical. Over six feet and you’re bad at anything that has to do with using your body.” He rolls his eyes and tries to cross his arms as he realizes he can’t, not properly at least. He just responds with, “yeah yeah whatever.” 

You think again about Soobin trying to do a cartwheel and you start to feel yourself cry from the amount of giggles and chortling, hands wrapped around your stomach. “Damn Binnie, how are you going to do anything now? You quite literally need both your hands for almost everything.” You wipe some of the tears that rolled down your face, “By the way, did the rest of the group come already? I haven’t checked my phone since I got your call…Wait, how did you even call me?” 

Looking unamused, he replies, “I had Hyuka dial you for me for your information. And yeah, they came already, you’re the last one to get here.” He looks like he’s thinking and he raises his head, looking ahead, and his eyes widen, “holy shit you’re right, how am I gonna do anything. How am I going to-“ he stops mid sentence as his ears redden. You quickly catch on. “Dude, you’re nasty.” 

“Shut up, you’re the one that’s thinking weird stuff. Also, I’m probably going to have to see if I’ll be excused for some assignments or something? I’ll have to figure it out.” 

“Well I’m not doing your assignments for you.”

You guys continue bickering like children until you’re both finally quiet. 

You hum as you finally calm down and sit next to him.

“Hey, when are they letting you go home?” 

“Tomorrow. They have to do extra checkups or something, I don’t know.” 

You nod as you finally ask him if he needs anything else and he tells you no, but it seems like he changed his mind. “Actually, can you change the channel for me? This is boring.” 

A day goes by, and both you and Soobin enter your shared space, finally getting home after they let him go. Obviously unable to drive, you had to bring him home. “Okay Soobin, welcome home again, don’t try to do any fancy aerobics for a while okay?” He just sighs, rolling his eyes, “ha ha. You’re so funny.” You shoot him a quick evil smile as you sit down on the couch. He decides to sit next to you as you put on some random movie. Most of the week is normal, Soobin able to do some low level things with one hand, and asking for your help with what he can’t. 

It was a quiet day when you entered the apartment. You put down the bags of groceries as you started heading towards Soobin’s room, asking if he wanted food. That’s when you hear him curse, “Shit, ow.” You thought he hurt his hand and needed something as you entered the room. 

“Hey Soobin, you need help with somethin-“

You widen your eyes in shock as you see him sitting on his gaming chair, sweatpants around his thighs, as his almost cast free hand is on his member. You struggle as you slowly step back, trying to look anywhere but at him. 

“Fuck I-I’m so sorry, I should’ve knocked. Let’s just forge-“

He doesn’t look that embarrassed, instead of hiding, he places his right arm over his face, voice shaking, “Y/n help me please. Please.”

You stop in your tracks as you try to process what he just said. “What?” 

He turns his face away and you can see how red his ears and side of his cheeks are. Left hand still on his dick, he starts answering you with a quiet and quivering voice, “it’s-it’s been more than a week since I’ve gotten off and I just…I just can’t. It hurts to try because of this stupid fucking cast, it’s too high up on my palm so it hurts me, a-and it’s my left hand so it’s harder. Please y/n, I wouldn’t want to ask you something this humiliating, I just need to get off. If..if you’re uncomfortable I understand too, I wouldn’t blame you if you walked away.” 

You kind of feel bad for the guy…

You deeply breathe in and out once, “Okay. I’ll help you. Only this once. I don’t want our friendship to get all weird, you’re important to me you know.” He lifts his head up as he looks at you, shaking his head quickly, “it won’t! It won’t, I promise! Please, just do something. Anything.” 

You go up to him as he watches you, his heart racing fast. It’s not like he hadn’t dreamt or thought of this once or twice. Maybe a thousand times. It’s not my fault, he thinks, he just thinks you’re the cutest person ever, no big deal. You get on your knees as you remove his hand from his dick. You wondered how you should help him, not realizing you were staring at it. He flushed at the way you were seemingly staring so intently, feeling his dick twitch. He was glad his hands were restrained, or else he would’ve lifted you up and kissed you by now. 

You hear Soobin whisper above you, “Y/n…”

“Oh. Sorry..um…” you quickly spit in your hand as you wrap your hand around him, unable to close the gap between your index finger and thumb. You see the way he gasps and slightly jumps from the feeling, liking the way your hand looks and feels on his dick. You stroke his dick shyly, unsure of what he even likes when it comes this kind of stuff. You guys were close, but never talked about anything this sexual before.

You look up at him nervously, and if Soobin was in some kind of cartoon, he’d probably be like those guys where you could see their hearts beat out of their chest. Your hands feel so soft on him, and he could tell the way you were apprehensive on what you wanted to do. Soobin trying to help, tells you, “harder, fuck, a little more, please.” 

You do as he tells you, seeing him moan quietly as he rolls his head back a little, bunny lips slightly opened. Your eyes divert back to his length in your hands, seeing how pretty it was. It felt hot and heavy against your palm. As you continued to look, a thought appeared: you wanted it in your mouth. Your body shifts at the thought, suddenly feeling hot as you swivel your thumb around his head, letting his precum smear against it, and you drag what you can down to his base. 

You look up to see Soobin with his head rolled back, breathing heavily, distracted from the way you were making him feel. You didn’t know, but Soobin was doing his best not to look at you too much or else he fears he might come too quick, wanting this to last. 

You take this as an opportunity, and you bite your lips as your face gets closer towards his dick. Opening your mouth, you finally take in his head. You taste him, sensing how he feels against your tongue. He gasps loudly as he involuntarily and softly places his hands, or in this case, casts, on your hair, taken by surprise. He accidentally bucks up his hips, making the cutest face you’ve seen. You look up at him with big eyes, tip of his dick in your mouth. 

Soobin swears he’s dreaming. He caresses your hair with his partly free hand as his breathing gets heavier, now panting at you slowly taking him into your soft, wet mouth more. His hair’s on his forehead, almost covering his eyes as he rolls them back, holding back from thrusting into the back of your mouth. He cries out at the feeling of you running your tongue on the underside of his dick, feeling his vein as your tongue moves against it. His abs flex due to his movements, his panting getting heavier and heavier by the second.

You like the heavy feeling of him on your tongue, and you start to focus on breathing through your nose more, taking almost all of him in your mouth. With your hands on his thighs, you start moving your head as you suck in your cheeks, wanting to see him break down. You suddenly hear and see him whimper, cute sounds flooding your ears, and it travels straight to your core. You see the way he closes his eyes, his eyebrows creasing close together, small scowl on his face from the pleasure, and the way he was building up a sweat just from getting sucked off. He looked good. 

You relax the best you can as you try to take him in deeper. You feel his head hit the back of your throat as you slightly choke, eyes watering and throat closing down. He looks down at you as he moans loudly, seeing your eyes wet and teary, making them shine while looking up at him, watching, seeing if you’re making him feel good. Your hand lets go of one of his thighs as you jerk off the rest of what you can’t fit in your mouth. 

You decide to try to deep throat him once more, taking him in all the way towards the back of your mouth, holding still once you feel his tip prod against the back of your soft tissue. Soobin moans and whimpers at the feeling of your throat constricting his dick, and tries his best not to lift his hips up, no matter how bad he wants to. “Ah shit, y/n…y/n feels too good, not-not gonna last like this.” 

You ignore him as you hear his sounds, whines spilling from his pretty pink lips as you continue to deep throat him. You moan at how needy you were starting to get, and Soobin almost cums, holding back like he has been this entire time because there’s no way he wants it to end any time soon. He looks down at you again, and sees how you’re drooling now, eyes, cheeks and nose red, your eyes big and watery, your lashes stuck together from the wetness. You go as deep as you can, choking around him as your nose almost touches his pelvis. 

This was the last straw for Soobin as he lets out a final moan and whine of your name as you remove yourself from him and feel his hot seed hit your face. You hear him continue to pathetically whimper as Soobin’s body is still tensing as he continues to come a lot, hot ropes of cum landing on your tongue as you stick it out, wanting to taste every part of him. 

Maybe his body wasn’t bad at everything, you’d have to find out. 

[ddejavvu]

hotch and lactose intolerant reader because I've ruined myself again and created a stomach hurty !!I know my mans is sick of them ignoring it and choosing to eat all products containing lactose lmaoo

Aaron is disappointed, but not surprised, when he comes home to find you curled up on the couch with a sheen of sweat over your face.

"Honey," He hums, pity in his eyes but conviction in his tone, "Did you have ice cream again?"

"Jack wanted some," You grumble, eyeing the half-empty bowl of what's now chocolate soup on the ottoman in front of you, "Don't start with me, Aaron."

"I'm not," He promises, but he totally is, "Sweetheart, Jack won't be offended if you don't eat ice cream with him. He'd be happy with you eating broccoli as long as he had ice cream."

"I know," You whine, staring up at him from where you're doubled over on the couch, 'But Aaron, he makes it look so good. He always wants chocolate syrup and rainbow sprinkles, and I'm not that strong, okay? I'm only human."

"You're human with a very picky stomach," Aaron leans down to peck at your lips, keeping it chaste enough for just a quick smooch in case the smell of the greasy fast food he'd wolfed down for a late lunch turns your stomach any more than it already is.

"That's not my fault," You lament, "My heart wants ice cream, but my stomach wants death."

"Don't listen to either of them," Aaron chuckles, kissing your forehead this time, "Listen to your brain, and don't eat ice cream next time. I'll bring home cookies tomorrow, okay? The thick ones with the frosting from the grocery store."

"Aaron, I love you," You vow, turning away when you catch a whiff of his suit jacket and it's all french fries and ketchup, "But I'm gonna hurl."

Aaron takes the not-so-subtle hint and backs away, setting his briefcase on the chair and setting a reminder on his phone to buy you cookies. He sheds his suit jacket and makes a mental note to send it to the dry cleaners ASAP, taking off his shoes and leaving them by the door.

"I'm going to get the tums," He informs you, and you peek open a droopy eye to watch him, "Do not finish that bowl while I'm gone."

"No promises," You call, but the anguish in your voice lets him know you're only teasing, "You'd better make it worth it when you get back, Hotchner. If I can't have ice cream I want something else sweet."

"You can have a tums," He narrows his eyes sternly at you while shaking two of the fruit-flavored tablets into his palm, though you know he's far from angry at you. "Kissing is reserved for nights where you're not about to vomit."

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Hii there love <3 I hope you’re doing well!

Would you mind please writing a drabble in the Elementary-verse where Reader surprises Joel and Sarah (and even Tommy as well, if you’d like!) with a homemade meal for dinner one night? Now that Reader was assured by Joel that it was more than okay for her to do something like this, I feel like she definitely would and it’d be super sweet 🥺💞 Thank you for being so amazing <3

Winter Break

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel x f!reader (Elementary-verse)

rating: F (just more fluff, alcohol consumption i guess, maybe some suggestive stuff but nothing explicit at all) as always, not proofread and written on an edible :)

wc: 2k (this got away from me)

series masterlist | joel masterlist

The winter had gotten to all of you, the school year wearing you down along with Sarah as she finished her first semester as a high schooler. Joel and Tommy had it just as bad—having to work outside in the wettest Texas winter you’d ever seen since moving here. More often than not, Joel would come hobbling into the house after he got off work well past dark, only having the energy to call in some take-out for the three of you. He usually ended up falling asleep on the sofa before the food ever arrived.

But tonight marked the start of winter break, and the start of Joel’s vacation days he was in desperate need of. You wanted to celebrate getting through such a rough month with a home cooked meal—not the first you ever made, but certainly the first in a while.

When Sarah got out of school, the two of you drove over to the supermarket to do some shopping. You didn’t want any of you to have to leave the house this winter break, so on top of the usual snacks and frozen junk food Joel kept his fridge stocked with, you also carefully planned dinner for tonight.

“Ooo, vegetables. Been a while since I had those,” Sarah joked, forcing a laugh out of you as you knew it was sadly true.

“Gonna make a roast tonight,” you informed with a smile. “Figured we should probably eat something other than takeout and frozen pizza.”

“Dad’s gonna be excited…long as he can manage to stay awake through dinner. Dad fell asleep on the way to school this morning.” You gasped and watched her nod. “Yeah, good thing Uncle Tommy was driving. Otherwise—“

“Jesus,” you sighed and shook your head. “I’m gonna lock your father up and force him to sleep for like two days straight starting tomorrow.”

“I don’t need sleep like y’all,” Sarah impersonated her father, pulling another laugh out of you. “I’m a big, strong, man. I don’t need sleep or water or vegetables or anythin’ else most humans need to survive. All I need’s a cup of black coffee and I’ll be alright.”

“That was so good, I got chills.”

Back at home, you got to work on dinner. Sarah attempted to help you out, but you lovingly forced her to relax, instructing her to turn on the TV, kick her feet up and just chill while you handled things. But, the fifteen-year old was stubborn like her father and refused, instead choosing to sit at the kitchen table and finish her upcoming project due the week after school recommenced. As a teacher, you wanted to applaud her for her work ethic, but as her future step-mother, you wanted to pluck her pen from her hand and break it, forcing her to do what every other teenager in the world was doing tonight—nothing.

When it was clear she was going to spend her break her own way, you left her to it, focusing on chopping the potatoes, onions, and carrots—omitting celery as Sarah hated it and reminded you of that fact as you reached for a stalk at the grocery store. As you slid the potatoes in a pot to parboil, your cellphone started to ring on the counter.

“It’s dad,” Sarah announced, peeking at the caller ID.

“Can you get it?”

“Yeah,” Sarah nodded and flipped open the phone. “Hey dad.”

You continued on with dinner as they spoke, the phone call not lasting more than a couple minutes.

“Dad said Uncle Tommy is coming over tonight,” she relayed before getting back to her work.

“Good thing I bought the fattest roast in the store,” you spoke through strain as you lifted the roast from it’s packaging to sit in the middle of a metal roasting pan.

“God,” she chuckled at the size. “And you know what? I bet even with all of that, there’ll still be no leftovers by the time dad and Uncle Tommy get through with it.”

The boys entered the house the way the always did, bickering and graceless, their mud and cement covered work books kicked off by the door as they walked in through the garage.

“I’m just sayin’,” Tommy continued whatever conversation they had going on as they walked into the kitchen. Joel sidled up next to you at the stove, his hand rubbing the small of your back as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Yeah, but I’m tellin’ you,” Joel spoke to his brother but physically remained focused on you and your cooking. “If we can’t get the electrical guys to show up on time, we’re gonna be in some shit. And I know they’re your buddies and all, but this is my goddamn business, Tommy. I can’t keep hand in’ out favors only to get shitty, half-assed work in return.”

“I know,” he sighed and nodded. “I’ll talk to ‘em tomorrow.”

“What’s all this?” Joel mumbled against your temple as he gave you another kiss there, finally greeting you with his voice.

“Thought we were due for a real dinner,” you mumbled back, melting into his side even though he smelled of hard labor and dirt. “There’s a roast in the oven. Should be ready in about twenty minutes. Oh, and there’s beer in the fridge.”

“My god,” Joel gave your hip a squeeze and kissed your cheek. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Damn right you don’t,” Tommy agreed as he appeared on your other side to peek at the food. “How long do I gotta sit in torture?”

“20 minutes,” you replied through a chuckle. “There’s beer in the fridge to distract yourself with in the meantime.”

“Joel, if you don’t marry her, I will.”

“Shut up and go sit down,” Joel ordered, tightening his hold on you. “Gotta keep my eye on him, might try stealin’ you away.”

“I promise you, there’s no chance of that,” you assured. “I’m happy where I’m at.”

“Yeah?” he asked, smiling at you. You turned your head to nod at him, your eyes naturally falling to his lips. “Me too.”

Dinner was alright. The meat could have been a bit more tender and the carrots needed longer, but you seemed to be the only one who noticed. All three Millers tore into dinner until, as Sarah predicted, there were no leftovers.

Now, Tommy laid sprawled out on the couch, his jeans unbuttoned, one hand over his full stomach, the other wrapped around a beer. Sarah sat with him on the other end of the sofa, kicking his feet away any time he tried to rest them near her. Joel looked to be in a similar condition as his brother, sitting back in a dining chair with both hands rubbing over his stomach, his eyes on you as you scraped your plate clean over the trash can.

“Don’t do the dishes,” he commanded, knowing you much too well. You shot him a smile and shook your head.

“It’ll just take fifteen minutes,” you promised, but it didn’t satisfy him. He stood, bones cracking as he walked to stand behind you at the sink. His hands moved from your hips to your hold your wrist. Slowly, he pulled up the sleeves of your sweater one arm at a time, his warmth pressing into you from behind.

“You wash, I’ll dry,” he whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss there before backing away to stand beside you. “How was your last day before break?”

“Surprisingly very calm,” you replied, as you started on the pile of dishes in the sink. “Think everyone’s just excited to get a break. Speaking of, Sarah told me about your nap on the way to school this morning.”

“Oh, hell—just dozed off, it’s nothin. Not everybody needs ten hours of sleep a night to function—“ Your laughter cut him off. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” He shot you a persistent look. “Sarah thought you’d say something like that.”

“She tried to do my voice, didn’t she?” he asked, making you laugh. “It ain’t a great impersonation.”

“I thought it was pretty good.” Joel smiled and accepted the freshly scrubbed plate from your hand with a playful tug.

“You look good tonight, baby,” he spoke quieter, just for you to hear. You felt your stomach tingle with affection at the sound of his low voice—the voice only you got to hear.

“Yeah?” you questioned with a smirk. Joel grinned and nodded in eager confirmation. “You’re just happy because you’ve got a full belly.”

“Dinner was delicious, by the way,” he continued, not detailed by your inability to receive a compliment. “Think one look at Tommy will prove it.”

Your heard turned to the other side to watch as Tommy snored on the sofa.

“Guess he’s staying the night,” you turned to Joel. “I should go get the air mattress—“

“Uh-uh,” he protested with a soft shake of his head. “He’s fine like that. You’re so worried about us relaxin’, you’ve forgotten you’re the most wound up outta all of us. Relax, baby. You are allowed to do that, ya know?”

You chuckled and nodded, looking away from his eyes and back to the dishes.

“How about you go get a fire going in the backyard and I’ll come and sit with you for a while,” you suggested, bringing a fresh smile to Joel’s face.

“I think that sounds like a slice of heaven,” he hummed against your cheek as he kissed you there. “Maybe I’ll even bring out the guitar.”

“That would be nice,” you beamed. Joel’s playing was so pretty, but also so rare. He never had the time for it, always either working or sleeping, but tonight, he had all the time in the world.

Tommy was asleep on the sofa, Sarah up in her bed doing the same thing. You and Joel remained cozied up together in the backyard, a blanket over your laps, your head leaning onto his shoulder as Joel strummed away at his guitar. It was cold out, but the fire raging in front of you did a sufficient job at keeping you toasty, not that you needed it. Joel made you feel plenty warm just by existing.

“You feelin’ sleepy?” he asked over the music. He must’ve caught your heavy eyelids attempting to close. You decided it would be best not to lie, the appeal of the bed and mountain of blankets to keep you warm responsible for keeping you honest.

“Yeah,” you croaked, nodding your head against his shoulder. Joel flattened his palm over the strings to quiet the music before standing up and walking it back into the house. You stood too, wrapping the blanket around your shoulder as you watched him return to put the fire out.

“You don’t have to wait for me,” he reminded.

“I want to,” you argued. He smiled at the dying embers, mumbling an okay.

You waited with him until the fire was completely ashed out, his arms wrapping around your waist to walk you inside. You carefully tiptoed through the house as to not wake Tommy and Sarah. The only sound in the entire house was the creak of the stairs beneath your feet as you padded up the stairs with Joel following at your heels.

“You gonna be grossed out if I don’t shower until the mornin’? I’m so tired—“

“As long as you’re okay with me being too tired for anything sexy tonight,” you replied from your side of the bed as you climbed in.

“We’ll do both in the mornin’ instead, how ‘bout that?” You smiled and nodded at him as he stripped down to his briefs and climbed into bed beside you. You guided him to turn his back to you so that you could hold him for a while, your hands rubbing and kneading at the tension in his back. “Mm, love you baby.”

“I love you,” you whispered back, continuing your massaging right up until you drifted asleep behind him, your hands hugged tight to his chest.

This was rest. This was peace.

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[doingitforbokuto]

Hard work

-> KUROO TESTURO X FEMALE READER

Summary: Kuroo hates working late, but when push comes to shove, he'll do it from the comfort of his own home. Knowing how hard he works, you try not to disturb him - even though you've been missing him all day. So, you do what any good girlfriend would do: Sit by his feet and try and take care of your needs by yourself.

This post is also a good summary 👀

Words: 2,150

Warnings: nude female/clothed male, use of nickname "daddy", humping, degradation kink if you squint, soft dom/sub play, use of nickname "slut" but like, in a nice way ♡

Kuroo tried not to come home too late. When he first started his job, he would often work until he almost fell asleep in his office. Actually, he did fall asleep a couple of times. His neck hurt, his back hurt, it just wasn't a good time, no matter how much he loved his job. And he knew that it wasn't just hard on him. It's not nice to have a boyfriend you only see when he walks from the front door to the bed. Its not nice to have a boyfriend you only talk to when he presses a kiss to your forehead and tells you good night. But you stuck with him. You waited for him to come home and have at least those small interactions. Most days, you would be just as tired as he was from staying up all day and night just to get one kiss from him. 

Kuroo was more than happy that his life had become less stressful these past few months. Dates, movie nights, late night talks and love making, it all came back with time. He had almost forgotten how good it felt to love you. Whether that meant holding your hand, cooking with you, talking to you or fucking you. Never again would he neglect you like this. You didn't deserve it and heaven knows he needed it too - needed you. You felt like a second home to him. He came home when he walked into your shared apartment and he came home again when your arms wrapped around him. 

Still, as hard as he tried not to work too late, sometimes it could not be avoided. Like today. It wasn't a lot he still had to do, but it had to be done. At least these days, he could just take his laptop and finish his work from home. It wasn't the same as actually spending time with you, but it was better than being stuck in his office miles away from you.

"I just have to catch up on a few emails and answer some of them, sweetheart. I'll be done soon, I promise." 

You knew how important his job was to him and while it was not more important than you, sometimes working late just had to be done, no matter how much he tried to avoid it. You knew all of that but God, you had waited all day for him. While you were working, while you were eating, while you were at the grocery store, the whole time you just could not stop thinking about his strong arms holding you in place while he pounded you like there was no tomorrow. 

"I just missed you so much.." You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his chin, his neck.

"I know, love. I missed you too." His voice was already a tad rougher and deeper. 

Of course he had missed you. How could he not? He never got to spend enough time with you in the morning. The way you had pressed against him in bed and the way you had kissed him and held him this morning had only left him wanting more. But if he didn't get this done now, he would not get it done at all. At least not on time. 

"Can I just sit by your feet then? I'll be real quiet and wait for you.. daddy" 

Kuroo recognized that voice. He recognized that nickname. God, he loved you.

"Yeah?" A hand settled onto the back of your neck. "You're gonna wait all nice and pretty for daddy to finish his work?" 

"Uh-huh." 

It never took much for you to slip into this role with Kuroo. You liked it when he was in charge and all you had to do was lay back and enjoy. You knew he would take care of you and he would do it now, too. It felt comfortable, warm and nice. All you wanted to do was listen to him and feel good. 

"Good girl." He let his thumb swipe over your bottom lip where you chased it with your tongue, only able to give it a little lick before he was out if reach. "Why don't you get nice and comfortable then, hm?" 

And with that, he pressed a small, soft kiss to your forehead and leaned back to watch you do just that. 

You started taking your clothes off, dropping one item after another until you were wearing nothing but your undies. Then, you slowly sank down to your knees underneath the table he was working on and leaned onto his leg. Inhaling his scent, leaning into his warmth, you just sat there and basked in his presence. No matter how much time you spend with him, how long you had been together, you always wanted more. Every time you got to spend quiet, peaceful moments with him like this, you enjoyed every second of it. 

For a few minutes you just sat there. He turned back to his work after a few seconds of admiring you and you listened to him typing away on his work emails. You listened to his breaths, to his clothes rustling and his hands moving. Your eyes started to wander up his leg to his thick thighs. In his suit pants they looked even thicker with the material stretching around them to accommodate the muscles underneath. They stretched even more over his crotch and you just couldn't keep your eyes from looking at the faint outline of his cock, right in front of your face. Your mind was probably playing tricks on you, bur you could have sworn that you could smell his precum from here.

The desire in your abdomen was building quickly, without anyone doing anything. All you wanted was him and you didn't want to wait anymore. But you had promised not to bother him. So, as much as you wanted to just reach up and unbuckle his belt, open his pants, take out his cock and feel him in your hand and in your mouth, it wasn't what you had promised. Still, you just could not stop yourself from nuzzling your head into his thighs, leaving open mouthed kisses along the inner side of them. 

"Sweetheart.." Your boyfriend trailed his fingers over your cheek without looking away from the screen. "You're distracting me." 

"Just.. want you s'much.." 

You pressed your face into his palm and let him caress your face as you spoke. He hummed in response, considering how much longer it would take him to finish his work and how to keep you occupied in the meantime. 

"Come here," he finally said and slid his hand down to your torso. He pulled you closer and pushed his leg against you. Your chest was pressed completely against him now, his leg nestled right in between your boobs. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his leg and you pushed your lower body closer to him. Without even meaning for it to happen, your crotch slipped over his shoe. You hadn't even realized that he didn't take his shoes off when he came in like he usually did. Maybe he had been in too much of a rush today or he had just forgotten. Either way, the smooth leather of his dress shoes rubbing against your underwear created just the right amount of friction to have you whimpering and trying to hide your face in his crotch again. 

"It feels good, hm?" Softly, he stroked the back of your neck. As if to underline his question, he lifted the tip of his shoe just the tiniest bit, effectively pressing it right against cunt. "Go ahead, sweetheart. I'll be done soon." 

And with that, he patted your head and went back to work, leaving you all to yourself. In the few seconds that had passed you didn't even have any time to actually register what had just happened. Not to mention, you had no idea what you were supposed to do now. Did Kuroo want you to rub your wet, needy cunt against his perfectly polished shoe? He always took great care to look good and professional when he went to work, did he really want you to abuse his clothes in such an indecent way? You tried searching for an answer in his expression but he had turned away from you and started working on his emails again. That left you with pretty much just one option: Try it again and see what happens. 

It was easy enough to repeat the movement of rubbing your crotch over his shoe. It felt just as good as it did the first time around. Kuroo didn't seem to mind or even notice how you started whimpering into his leg with each pass of your cunt over the smooth material. He just kept on working on his emails. 

Maybe the way he didn't even look at you or the fact that humping a fucking shoe should have turned you off. Maybe it should have made you feel embarrassed of your own desperation. Maybe for someone else it would have been a reason to stop what they were doing. But not for you. Yes, it was desperate. Yes, you felt embarrassed and yes, you felt a little dirty. But that's what made it so, so good for you. Your horniness mixed with the pleasure mixed with the knowledge that this shouldn't feel this good was what makes it even better than it already was. 

You had to hide your face in his thigh to muffle your whines. It was already hard enough to not move around too much so you wouldn't disturb your hard working boyfriend. Focusing on not being too loud was almost impossible. Hopefully his pants and leg would be enough to quiet your desperate noises a little bit.

And with that thought in mind, you just kept going and going. Every drag of your clit against his shoe brought you closer to your orgasm and you were sure that when you would pull back it would be shining with the amount of your juices that surely had leaked through your panties. Your whole crotch was soaked by now. 

Your teeth started pressing into your lower lip as you kept on whimpering. A small part of you was hoping that Kuroo would stop working and help you out but an even bigger part was hoping for him to not do anything and just let you use him to get off. But then, he did something you did not even think of. He started moving his foot to match the rolls of your hips. Whenever you moved forward he would lift his heel and press the top of his foot into you, when you moved back he pressed his heel into the ground and tipped the front of his shoe up. You knew you were a goner now, and so did he. 

"Does that feel good, hm?" Gently, he reached down to pet your head, a soft look on his face but still, you could see a glimmer in his eyes. He was getting off on your desperation just as much as you were. 

"Uh-huh," was all you could say. 

There were tears welling up in your eyes, your hips were moving on their own now. You couldn't stop, you couldn’t do anything but chase your orgasm. 

"Come on then. You're daddy's sweet little slut, aren't you?" 

You couldn't even answer that. Kuroo knew what that nickname did to you, he knew it all too well and he got the exact reaction he wanted. Your mouth fell open, your eyes widened as they stared onto his. Every muscle in your body tightened as you came and came and came, all over his shoe. 

"O-oh!" Everything was too hot, too much. You could feel everything more intensely than you had just a second ago. Kuroo's eyes were darker, the air was thicker, your skin sweatier. But you didn't care about any of that. The only thing on your mind was the tiny spot in between your legs. All of the heat that was washing over your body came from there, all the pleasure that ran up and down your spine and exploded in your abdomen. The high came crashing down on you faster than expected and it buried you under itself until you were all spent, clinging to Kuroo's leg to keep you up.

"Good girl." He was still petting your head when you tried to catch your breath. "That's it. Good girl." 

You smiled up at him, face resting against his thigh. You were sure you were drooling by now. 

"You're not just gonna leave me here, though - are you?" 

You felt his legs shift and his hips move forward on his chair, effectively bringing you face to face with his hard, throbbing bulge. Your smile widened. "Of course not." 

[a-tiny-teez]

Behind the scenes

Yandere Director OC X Fem reader

Part 1

Warning : 18+ content,MDNI, age gap, yandere themes, kidnapping,power imbalance, implied non-con, slight slow burn, reader is in her mid twenties and yandere Director is in his late thirties.

1:34 AM

The sound of the clock ticking away could be heard as you continue to type away on the keyboard.The last few scenes of the work you've been working on are going to be completed and with new inspiration you continue . Pulling all nighters , dumping strong coffee in your system and an unhealthy amount of rest has been your life for the last six months.

The purrs of your beloved cat taking your attention for a slight bit was actually quite good for your eyes as looking at a screen for a long time strained your eyes heavily. You looked at your cat with a smile. “ Just a bit left baby ”.It wasn't that you had a deadline. It's just that you loved your work. Your friends often made jokes about your intense workaholic routine but you just laughed them off.

“ At this point you're gonna have to marry your own character” , your friend Becky said laughing.

“ Wouldn't be bad you know” ,you smirked at her and she shook her head with a smile.

Being a playwright was your dream that you accomplished just a few years ago. Doing part time jobs and studying were most of the things you did during your college days. So although you were completely new to this field of work , you have gained quite a good amount of fame. Some of your work has been appreciated by the audience and the rookie playwright of the year award was a great feat of accomplishment of your whole life.

Now back to present, with the last word typed away you save your work and then send it to your beta to recheck everything. Stretching your arms out you yawned and finally stood up. Going over to your kitchen and opening a cabinet you pulled out a microwave ramen and decided to settle for it tonight. You decided tomorrow you'd go grocery shopping as you shivered watching the sorry state of fridge. After a few minutes you had your ramen while watching the tv . There was nothing much going on the tv at this time so you settled for a documentary show that was being re-broadcasted.

Oh , it's him. You thought as you slurped on the noodles. Spicey just as you liked it. The documentary was about a famous film director. You had seen him a few times during award shows. He was one of the most successful directors of the time and all of his films were successful as he got the best director awards quite a few times. It must be fate now that you came across this because you were just thinking about sending him your work. You doubted it'd be accepted but still it's worth a shot. You gotta keep trying in this field of job.

Hoping you'd at least have your work checked by him you turned off the TV and dumped the trash in the garbage can. Then after cleaning up you went to bed to get the sleep you very much needed.

____________________

“ I've finished rechecking. It's all good to send. Be assured”, said your beta, Alan .

“Alright. Done” you said clicking the send button. Now if it's accepted you'd get to meet the director and it'll be made into a film. Your genre this time matched with the kind of works he worked on so you hoped your work will get at least the recognition.

“ Man I hope I'll get accepted”

“ Don't worry. I have a good feeling about this and you worked really hard on this so don't lose hope” , reassured Alan. You smiled at him and hoped for the best.

“You wanna get lunch ? My treat.” You asked.

“Why not? Can't say no to free food”, he sheepishly smiled.

Alan was like your little brother. He's been with you ever since your first work and over the time you two bonded as if he was family. He was still a student from your alma mater and he looked up to you a lot. You were happy to have him appreciate you cause there were times when you felt despair but he was the one who always helped you get through tough times.

After eating and bidding Alan goodbye you went to the grocery store. Walking towards the aisle you remembered what you needed and put them in the cart. A carton of milk, eggs, vegetables, sausages ,Nutella oh and you were about to run out of coffee so a jar of coffee. Okay , that's all from here . Then you bought some cooking spices and other necessities. Checking everything you went to the cashier. Paying for everything you went out the store and a cold breeze passed by making you shiver. October was ending and it was getting colder. You pulled your coat closer and loaded your car then drove away to home as you planned on making dinner and having hot chocolate later.

_____________________

2 days later

The sound of luminary playing in the background could be heard as you were cleaning out your closet and filling it with warm clothes. It was one of your favourite soundtracks. It was just so beautiful and gave you lots of ideas.

You remember the earlier phone call. You still couldn't believe it. Dominic Albero read your script and he wanted to have a meeting with you. His assistant called and made you aware about the appointment which is tomorrow night. You're so happy right now. You can't believe your work got recognized by THE director everyone wants to work with. You informed Alan about this and boy was he so enthralled with the situation. He wished you best of luck for tomorrow and you decided you'd celebrate with him if your work gets adapted tomorrow.

[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

— flufftober (day 1) —

Warnings: lots of fluff (obviously), pregnancy, hormones

Prompt: Sweet Tooth (11)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: ~600

@flufftober

The sweet cinnamon scent in the air was strong as you hummed to the music, gliding through the kitchen with a bowl of batter in your arms. The early sun sent honey through your windows, a warm hue flittering across the room and a cool breeze blowing in from an open window. The song mixed into another as you poured out the batter into the pan, watching the thick orange liquid splatter the white parchment paper.

You started muttering the lyrics to yourself, slowly tipping the bowl and grabbing a spoon to wipe the access batter off of the rim. Your timer went off as a car honked in the distance, a rare occurrence in the town, and you shoved a oven mitt over your hand. Opening the oven door, the steam of heat hit your face and the scent of apples filled your nostrils.

Grabbing the apple pie and setting it on the stove, you turned around to grab the pumpkin cake batter, swaying your hips slightly as the front door opened and closed. You placed the cake inside to bake and surveyed the mess in the kitchen. There wasn’t much to clean, seeing that you liked to clean between the steps and kept your ingredients in order.

“Smells good, sweets,” a masculine voice from behind called out. You snorted and smiled as your turned around to face him, grinning when you caught the bags in his hands full of candy.

Bucky placed the bag of candy on the counter, leaning his hip against it and bringing a hand up to shove his hair back from his eyes. His eyes lit up at the sight of apple pie behind you on the stove, cooling off and almost ready to eat. You wiped your hands on the apron, watching his eyes dart back to you. You gestured for him to step forward, swivelling around with a small giggle.

His mismatched hands travel up your sides, he reached the neck ties, tugging and letting them falling open. The top half of the apron flopped forward and landed over your growing stomach. His lips landed on your neck, flesh hand coming out front to your bump and rubbing gentle circles. His metal hand slid down and pulled at the string tied around your waist, flesh hand crinkling the front of it as he held it from falling to the ground. His metal arm wrapped around your waist and held you close.

“Bucky?” You turned around in his arm, capturing his gaze. “Did you get KitKat?” You eyed the bag as he licked his lips and furrowed his eyebrows.

“Um, so funny story,” Bucky started, laughing nervously and scratching the back of his neck with the apron still in his hand. His metal hand flexed against your lower back, teeth worrying at his bottom lip.

“You forgot?” Your lower lip trembled. Bucky’s eyes went wide as he shook his head furiously, apron flying to the counter to land beside the bag. His hands came to your arms, holding you gently but firmly.

“I didn’t forget, sweets. I swear. They just didn’t have any,” Bucky said, watching your reaction very carefully. You merely nodded and sniffled, smiling up at him.

“Sorry, hormones,” you whispered, letting him place his lips against yours and then quickly shaking his head.

“Nah, don’t worry about it, sweets.” Bucky’s eyes landed on the pie behind you again, grinning. “I’ll get you some tomorrow from the other grocery up north, but, for now, think we can have some of that pie?”

[rrenzwrld]

april 22, 2022

something i made for a scraped armin ff that i never posted..

i’m sorry about the scraps BUT it’s just until i write something new bc i haven’t posted in a while

i’m sorry again yall😭but enjoy!! <3

[ Y/F/P : your favorite kind of pizza. ]

You had liked Armin Arlert since middle school. But this was before his glowup that sent quite a few girls his way. No matter how many dates he went on or how many girls he’s kissed in that time, you were always in his sights. The only thing holding him back was the courage to let you know how he felt. And because he waited so long, he had to share you with the gaze of other men. Other men who’d brag about your talents in bed or your appearance that particular day. He hated hearing them speak about you as if you were an object and he hated watching you allow that to happen.

Although your feelings for Armin were strong, you kept them to yourself. In your mind, he was far to perfect to be in a relationship with you. You fell in love with his eyes, his smile, his aura until you realized none of those things were for you. They were for the girls who you thought deserved him. The girls who were prettier, skinnier, outgoing, athletic. The girls who weren’t hidden in the shadows by people they were dating or messing with. The girls that someone would be proud of. And you thought that wasn’t you. The guys that you’ve had sexual relationships with never mentioned being in an actual relationship with you, only wanting sex and pleasure from you. But this was routine.

The small nap that you were supposed to be taking lasted longer than you expected and night had fallen before you knew it. You sat up and stretched before rubbing at your eyes and grabbing your phone off the nightstand, which was filled with missed calls and text messages from your friends. You called them all back to let them know you were alright before getting up to get yourself something to eat.

“Damn.. I need to go grocery shopping.” You cursed yourself as you rummaged through your pantry. You looked back at your phone ringing with a facetime call. You answered it and propped up the phone on the counter against a container of sugar close to the wall.

“Girl why the fuck didn’t you answer me? You supposed to be sick.” Reneé said angrily.

“I am. I just took a nap—“

“A nap that lasted 5 hours?” You hadn’t even noticed that you were sleeping for as long as 5 hours, but you felt a bit rejuvenated and better than earlier.

“Yeah.. but I’m fine now. Not dead.” You said as you went through your fridge.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m hungry and I’m just now realizing that I haven’t went to the store. My pantry and shit bout dry as hell.”

“Well we can go to the store after class tomorrow. I need to go too that’s why I’ve been eating out— you want me to pick up a pizza?”

“Where you at?” You picked up the phone and walked into your room, turning on the lights.

“Jean’s… he’s gone now though. Something bout going to get beer or whatever. But who the fuck drinks beer?” You laughed at her comment.

“White folks.”

“You not wrong but… I’m coming over there and I’m bringing someone.”

“Jean?” You straightened up your room a bit, phone in hand as you talked, not really wanting to put it down anywhere.

“No you stupid bitch. Connie and Eren.” Your eyes widened, you didn’t have anything against either of them but you would have preferred if she’d come by herself.

“Why?”

“Because they wanna see how you were doing. They’re coming with Jean when he comes back so I’ll let you know.” You felt your whole mood shift.

“Okay.. well,” You sighed. “I’m gonna go so Jean won’t freak out when he sees you on the phone with somebody other than himself.”

“Girl bye. That nigga don’t own me. But I’ll see you later though. Bye~” Now that people were coming over, you actually had a reason to fix your house a bit, even if it was after 8pm.

“Yeeeerrrrr-“ Connie walked through the front door of your place with two boxes of pizza in his hands while Eren followed behind him with sodas and other things.

“Connie shut the fuck up, you know she got neighbors.”

“Shit, my bad..” Reneé rolled her eyes at him.

“Hey boo~” Reneé pulled you into a bone-crushing hug after you closed the door behind everyone and locking it. “You feeling okay?”

“Yeah, just hungry right now though,” You walked over to where Connie had sat the pizza down on the counter. “What kind you get?”

“Pepperoni and Y/F/P. Probably should’ve got another box because you know how that fat ass over there is..” She was referring to Connie, who had made himself comfortable on your couch.

“I know. But he’ll be alright. Eren!” You called.

“Yeah?” You looked at the bags he was sitting on the counter.

“What’s that? Sodas?”

He nodded. “And liquor—“

“Whoa who the fuck said we was drinking?” You looked at Reneé.

“He said he was buying it ‘just in case’. But you can just keep it here for some other time.” You sent a glare Eren’s way, receiving a wink from him in response.

“Y’all gonna eat or what?”

After everyone had eaten, none of you did much of anything other than being forced to watch movies with Reneé. Only you and Reneé seemed to be paying attention as Eren tapped away on his phone and Connie getting high out of his mind.

“Connie, you ain’t tell nobody you had weed.” Reneé eyed the boy, watching him take another hit of the blunt he held. His eyes were red and lidded as he sat in the black loveseat, knees spread apart in front of him.

“Was I supposed to?”

“Bitch..” Reneé mumbled as Connie softly laughed at her.

“Reneé.” Eren looked up from his phone.

“Yes, Yeager?”

“Lemme use your car.” She looked at him like he was crazy.

“Uh why?”

“I gotta go somewhere real quick. I’ll be right back. Promise.” Reneé rolled her eyes before hovering the keys over the palm of his hand.

“Where you going?” She snatched the keys back.

“Not you clocking him.” You commented.

“Right. Thought yall wasn’t fucking anymore.” Reneé and Eren directed their eyes at Connie.

“It’s my fucking car—“

“Reneé. You gonna give me the keys or not?” Eren’s hand was still held out. You didn’t know where he wanted to go in such a rush but it probably wasn’t your business. You continued to watch the movie.

“I’ll take you wherever you need to go. I don’t gotta hand my shit over to you just cause you ask. Bring ya’ ass.”

“Stop telling me what to do.” Eren mumbled as Reneé let Eren out in front of her.

“Y/n, I’ll be back.” She said as she closed the door behind her, leaving you with Connie.

[cleverclovers]

I have enough funds RN to cover rent but not enough to get food to make it to food stamps pay out on the 8th. I'm having bad back spasms, so even if I had the funds to spare I can't leave the house to get anything. There's nothing in the house that I can just eat like this. So. I'm. Once again asking for help with food. I can do art from bed. I can do however many sketches or drawings it takes to get food between now and food stamps.

I just. Can't handle things by myself at the moment

The temptation to dip into the rent money to get food and groceries delivered is. Terribly strong

Really wishing I could physically work a normal job.

Food is roughly $20 for a meal. After checking the grocery delivery app, anything I order won't be here until tomorrow morning, and enough groceries to last from now until the 8th would cost me 150$

So, this is a reminder that my comms are open as always, and this is the link to my costs and payment method information

Here's Jerry being a goofy goober as a thank you for your time

[sysakiddo]

just Max with his cold intelligence and Daniel with his charming manipulation as diplomatic rockstars, living their best life in Paris

sequel of this 

Daniel has lived in many places throughout his life. He knew what it was like to wake up to the sun filling the room in Italy. He saw the cherries blossom in Japan. He learned to cook hundreds of dishes only using potatoes and cabbage in Eastern Europe. In London, he learned to predict rain by looking at the sky for a minute and seeing how the clouds moved. Daniel knew what made people in the US warm up to him, how smiley he had to be to seem polite but not overly so. He knew Australia like the back of his hand. Its seemingly never-ending bushes and the smell of dry earth followed him wherever he went. 

Daniel called their apartment in Paris home very proudly. It took ages for them to move out of their respective apartments in the embassies.

The building had no elevator, and because the apartment was on the fifth floor, Max bitched about it whenever he was made to come up with tote bags full of groceries. They agreed to stay in the 16th arrondissement even though it meant the neighbours scrunched up their noses whenever they heard Daniel's strong accent when he spoke French. It was easier for Max to pass as French. He never smiled at strangers like Dan did.

Max gets home first. Daniel insisted on going to a small grocery store on the corner of their street before coming up. The lights in the living room and kitchen are on when he enters. Max made sure all of them had warm lightbulbs. He did not believe in cold light.

The gramophone from the corner of their living room, last year's birthday gift to Max, is playing Schostakowitsch's 7th Symphony. Daniel got good at assessing Max's mood solely based on which music he chose to listen to. That's how Daniel immediately knows Max is in a good mood. He puts the ice cream tube on the kitchen table and tugs his tie loose.

He finds Max in the bathroom, already brushing his teeth, wearing only a white shirt and shorts he usually sleeps in. Daniel catches his eyes in the mirror reflection, baring his teeth in a wicked smile. Max spits out the toothpaste and Daniel crowds him in, slipping his cold hands under his shirt, making him flinch.

“I already showered.” Max bitches like Dan did not notice the water dripping from his hair onto his shirt. He still turns into putty under Daniel's hands when he pushes into his shoulders, bending him over the sink. He lets Daniel fuck him right in the bathroom. After, he grumbles and whines until Daniel rewashes his hair with conditioner and a massage.

He looks smug when he is reading a book in their bed later. He waits for Daniel to turn up in his pyjamas when he hears suspicious sounds from the kitchen. “What are you doing?” he hollers, sighing. Daniel is too restless for his own good sometimes.

He turns up a minute later with two small bowls in his hands.

It's ice cream, strawberry and vanilla. Max was annoyed that the restaurant they were in had only lemon flavoured one and ordered a crème brûlée instead. Still, Daniel heard 'of course the only legitimate dessert is ice cream, Daniel,'  whatever that meant, too many times to know Max wasn't content with the last course of the dinner.

“Here you go,” Daniel handed him his bowl. “You deserve it, eh? It went really well.”

Max nods, smirking a bit. “Oh, they absolutely hated you!” Cheeky bastard. Daniel rolls his eyes but doesn't disagree.

“They weren't thrilled about the idea of you being fine with putting your dick near mine, either.”

“Was it the wedding band that gave it away?” Max laughs wholeheartedly. He doesn't care, knows the meeting went well enough. He will have a good day at work tomorrow. They eat the ice cream in silence. After finishing, the older takes their bowls to the kitchen but doesn't put them in the washing machine. In his head, he can already see Max telling him off for it in the morning.

The lights are already out for some time when he gathers enough courage to finally say it.

“They offered China to me,” he whispers and in the quiet of the room, he can clearly hear Max's breath hitch. Max lights up the light on his side of the bed immediately, fully awake now.

“What?”

Daniel scooches closer to him, reaching out for his hand. Max pulls away wordlessly.

“They called me on Monday. I'd stay for four years, starting this August.”

Max looks white as a sheet, eyebrows twitching in confusion. “But-” he starts, then gulps audibly. Daniel hadn't seen him this perturbed in ages. “I. Uh. The Netherlands doesn't have a vacancy in Beijing for another two years.”

Daniel nods. He already double-checked. “Oh.” Max is freaking out when he gets it. He can feel his hands tremble and quickly shows them under his thighs. “You want to go without me.”

“No!” Daniel tries to touch his arm again, desperate to form a physical connection between them. “No, of course not.”

“But they won't give me the place now, Daniel,” he repeats. He never showed any interest in becoming an ambassador in China before. If he knew Daniel wanted to-

“What do you-” Max's eyes are wide and like this, he looks a lot younger than he actually is. Daniel feels a pang in his chest at seeing Max so vulnerable. “Oh my god.”

Daniel has had enough, sitting up and pulling Max into his lap.

“Stop freaking out. I just want to talk about it.” He snakes a hand around his torso, pulling him impossibly closer. Max clings to him, scrunching Daniel's shirt between his fingers helplessly.

“How am I not supposed to freak out? You want me to become a fucking Julia Child.”

Daniel giggles, can't help himself. “Oh, baby,” he coos. “I'm not telling you to become anything. I am not even telling you I'm going to Beijing.”

Max huffs. “You would be a fool to say no.”

The thing is, though, what is there after Paris for him? They both reached their professional goals: they first met as freshly appointed ambassadors in Washington and were lucky enough to be sent to Paris simultaneously. Both Daniel and Max were two for two in other diplomats' wet dreams - the States and France on their CVs.

Of course, it was foolish of them not to talk about what would happen after they had to return. Max knew it but he was sure they had time, still more than a year before the dreaded date. In his mind, Daniel was prepared to finish his career on a high note. Max eyed Tel Aviv next, and selfishly, he thought Danny would look magnificent in the Israeli sun. By his side.

“I'm old, Max,” he says now. “I think this is the last chance-”

“Oh, fuck off, Daniel. Stop acting like you are a grandpa or something.” He knew what Daniel talked about, though. He would never say this out loud, but he considered Daniel's retirement after Paris a sure thing.

Danny smiles and runs his hands through the blonde's hair.

“It wouldn't be the worst, no? You being the ambassador's husband-”

Max rolls his eyes. “Well, who am I now?”

He sacrificed so much to get where he is. If his father found out he so much as thought about giving it all up for a man he still refused to shake hands with- Max physically recoils at the thought.

Daniel knows how crazy what he wants from Max sounds. “You hated Bejing when we went,” Max says, absentmindedly running his fingers along the tattoo on Daniel's biceps, the one he got in a small tattoo parlour during their stay there. They got robbed on their way back to the hotel.

He sounds so lost Danny squeezes him even more tightly.

“I hated Paris, too.” he shrugs. Max understands. The best part of Paris is the fact that Daniel is there.

He gulps again, the rational part of his brain finally kicking in. “That would make me. Unemployed, I guess.”

“I am not saying it must be like that, Maxy. We could switch after four years. I will surely retire by then. I would be the best trophy wife, don't you think? Grey and hot as hell.”

Max smiles despite being too shocked to do anything else than answer with a shrug.

Daniel kisses him goodnight. “We will figure something out,”

It takes him another hour to fall asleep. His dreams are full of the booming sound of Daniel's laugh, steely blue eyes filled with disappointment and busy Chinese streets.

third part 

[hijinks-n-lowjinks]

If you could recommend a song for your ship, what song would it be? (You can give reasons why if you want to!)

Also, how's your day been? Hope it's going well! 💫

My day is going pretty good so far! I got groceries earlier today so that was a bit of hit to my bank account but it’s worth it to be able to eat a decent meal. I hope your day has been pleasant as well :D

And thank you for indulging me in yapping about my music taste lol, I have a LOT to say

I’m gonna start off with itafushi since they’re everyone’s current hyperfixation! You can find these songs of my itafushi playlist here

arms by Christina Perri: This song is so Megumi!!! The fear of getting close to someone and pushing them away first, saying that you’re not worth the fight? That’s Megumi in the current arc to a T right now.

Fav lyrics include: “I can’t decide if I’ll let you save my life or if I’ll drown” “the world is coming down around me and I can’t find a reason to be loved/I never want to leave you but I can’t make you bleed if I’m alone” “‘I’ve never opened up and I’ve never truly loved ‘til you” “and I believe that it’s easier for you to let me go”

North Star by Searows: peak yearning and longing. A desire to be the safe place for someone and wanting to be the person they come to for comfort.

Fav lyrics: “I don’t know what else came before you/you must know I just adore you” “I want you to have it all, all you’ve ever needed” “I don’t wanna need anything when you’re all that I’ve got to lose” “don’t you ever tire of all that? picking up the pieces/you don’t have to be alone when you’re the place I want to go” “if you ever want to fall back I’ll let you go/but when it’s said and done, I’ll be the North Star that takes you home”

Dinner With Friends by Kacey Musgraves: this song has been on LOOP for me since 266. Finding meaning and joy in the simplicities of life and how those are the things that make life worth living. Finding by solace in the person you’ve chosen, being known intimately by that person. It’s just perfect for them. The whole song is fairly short, but the final chorus never fails to make me emotional when paired with the acoustic guitar.

Fav lyrics: “early in June when the fireflies first start to glow, it never gets old” “the shape of his heart and my shoes by his door/he loves me in all of the ways I’ve never felt love before” “the things I would miss from the other side”

Save Me by Noah Kahan: can you tell that Megumi is my favorite character? Soooo many songs on my itfs playlist are about him, he’s just the perfect muse. A confusion over why someone would try to know or save you from yourself/outside forces and both wanting to be with them while being afraid of not being enough for them.

Fav lyrics: “let me go/why do you keeping reaching for my hand?/do you see something I can’t?/why do you try to save me?” “this fate is well deserved, I only make things worse” “sometimes I pray that maybe I’ll change into who you think I am”

Nothing To Be Scared Of by Kacey Musgraves: this album has a ton of itfs vibes to them! This song in particular is how I picture post canon itfs in slowly realizing that there’s nothing left to be afraid of and that they’ve made it through. Furthermore, than they can rely on each other and make it through together.

Fav lyrics: “holding tight to who you are like someone’s gonna take it/bubble wrap around your heart like someone’s gonna break it/demons in your mirror/together we’ll escape them” “come to me and drop your bags/and I’ll help you unpack them/you’re the only one i want to give my love/there’s nothing to be scared of”

Die With A Smile by Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars: this is a recent edition! The lyrics are soooo itfs though, especially when paired with the dramatic instrumentation! A desperation to stick together no matter what and a strong devotion to each other despite what happens even if it leads to tragedy.

Fav lyrics: “wherever you go I’ll follow/nobody’s promised tomorrow/so I’ll love you ever night like it’s the last night” “if the world was ending I’d want to be next to you/I’d want to hold you just for a while and die with a smile”

[pickalilywrites]

Niccosasha fic idea: something to do with what you imagine to be Sasha’s strangest/most unusual pregnancy craving(s)

strange tastes

nicosasha. modern au. 1213 words.

Niccolo had believed he did his due diligence when it came to preparing for Sasha’s pregnancy. He had read every book, watched every educational video, talked to all of his friends with previous experience preparing for babies. He’s now an expert in fluffing pillows for maximum comfort, giving massages for ultimate relaxation, and setting the bath water to the exact right temperature for the best spa experience. As for the cooking ... well, Niccolo had reason to think that he was well equipped for any craving Sasha might have. He had gone through five grueling years of culinary school and experience working in different layers of hell that were the kitchens of fine dining restaurants. He figured that Sasha’s requests might be strange — the books had warned him of this — Niccolo just wasn’t prepared for how strange Sasha’s tastes would become.  

It’s actually not all that hard to make the foods that Sasha craves. It’s typically just a mashup of things he can get at the grocery store or a nearby restaurant: cheeseburgers, potato chips, French fries. He just hadn’t anticipated how much of her cravings would involve mashing different foods together, especially foods that have no business being together in the first place. French fries sprinkled with cinnamon sugar and drizzled with chocolate syrup, crisp apple slices with cheddar cheese, black pepper sprinkled on top of ripe strawberries. They’re so simple to put together that it would be an insult to Niccolo’s culinary skills if he were to make this for anyone other than his pregnant wife. 

The cravings also come at the strangest times. It’s usually in the middle of the night or early in the morning before the sun even has a chance to rise. Sometimes it’s even after Sasha eats her fill and declares she can’t eat another bite only to look over at Niccolo sheepishly a few minutes later and mumble about how she might be able to manage a little snack of Cheetos and milk. The books had mentioned that pregnancy cravings like these would typically last until the beginning of the third trimester, but it’s past the seventh month and Sasha’s cravings are still going strong. 

These days Sasha doesn’t even have to ask for Niccolo to know that the baby is starving for something to eat. He can tell by the way she stirs in her sleep, the slightest shift of the bed enough to rouse him from his own slumber so that he can tend to her. Sasha will wake quietly so as not to disturb Niccolo, oblivious to the fact that he’s already awakened. Even though he’s assured her multiple times that she can let him know anytime she needs something no matter the time of day, she’ll aways hesitate just as she does now.  

Niccolo rolls over, draping his arm instinctively over Sasha’s stomach where the baby is steadily growing day by day. “What is it? Are you hungry again? Should I make you something to eat?”  

“It’s really, really late,” Sasha whispers even though there’s no need. Her hand reaches over to cover Niccolo’s, squeezing it gratefully. “I think the baby and I can wait until the morning. You should get some more sleep. You still have work tomorrow.”  

“That’s tomorrow. I can still make you something now. Besides, the baby is hungry,” Niccolo yawns. His words are muffled by the fabric of Sasha’s nightdress. He nuzzles his face against Sasha’s stomach affectionately. “It’s never any trouble. Just tell me what it is the baby’s craving and I’ll make it for you.”  

Sasha’s hand finds its way to the top of Niccolo’s head and she giggles as she runs her fingers through his blond locks. It’s the kind of giggle she lets out when she’s about to request something particularly ridiculous. 

“What is it?” Niccolo asks. He rests his cheek gently against her stomach so that he can gaze at his wife’s face in the dark of their bedroom. Even without the light on he can see the smile stretched across her face.  

“Ice cream,” Sasha begins. 

“Well, that doesn’t seem so bad.” They still have a half-finished tub of vanilla ice cream in the fridge. 

“With pickles,” Sasha continues, and she lets out another little laugh when she sees Niccolo wince. She fails to suppress another laugh, which tells Niccolo that her request is not yet over. “... and drizzled with olive oil.”  

He shouldn’t be surprised, but somehow he always is. He sighs through his nose before getting up, bending over to press a kiss against his wife’s belly and then the top of her head. “I’ll be right back.”  

“Thank you!” Sasha calls as her husband disappears into the kitchen to fetch her strange request.  

Niccolo comes back promptly with a bowl of perfectly scooped ice cream, dill pickles cut and placed in the shape of a flower on top of one scoop with a drizzle of olive oil on top. He presents it to Sasha who wiggles giddily in bed.  

“Oh, that looks amazing,” Sasha breathes, which is not exactly how Niccolo would describe the dessert. She takes it from Niccolo’s hands and takes a scoop that has a little bit of everything — vanilla ice cream, olive oil, and a bit of dill pickle — and eats it eagerly. She savors the taste of it in her mouth before swallowing, humming happily as she eats.  

“Do you like it?” Niccolo asks.  

“I love it,” Sasha answers happily. She makes another little scoop just like the last one, but this time she holds it out to Niccolo with an expectant look on her face. “Your turn.”  

It’s an unspoken rule that Niccolo has to participate in eating all of Sasha’s strange cravings with her. It had taken him off guard the first time, but he’s gotten used to it by now. 

Niccolo leans over to take a bite and shivers at the cold of the ice cream. It’s a strange combination of flavors: sweet from the cool vanilla melting on his tongue, the tart flavor and the crunch of the dill pickle, and the buttery olive oil that slides down his throat.  

“Do you like it?” Sasha asks just as Niccolo swallows. She scoots closer to Niccolo. “It’s good, isn’t it?”  

Niccolo makes a face. It’s not a combination he would ever think of putting together, but he doesn’t hate it. It’s not bad. In fact, he would almost say it’s good but his culinary expertise wants to say otherwise. 

Sasha reaches down to pat her belly. “Daddy loves the food you picked out, baby. You made a new dish that he loves.”  

“I didn’t say I loved it,” Niccolo protests. “Why does this baby have the strangest tastes?”  

“Come on, admit it. You love it,” Sasha laughs. She leans over and presses a kiss against Niccolo’s pouting lips. She still tastes of ice cream and pickles, and Niccolo enjoys the way the taste of it lingers on his tongue.  

He doesn’t realize why Sasha’s still laughing after she pulls away until he catches himself licking his lips. Feeling the tips of his ears burning, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand in embarrassment. It turns out the baby might not be the only one with strange tastes.  

[draconic-ichor]

The Cat, The Sun, and The Moon

Part 4

Fnaf fanfic

Sun/moon x female oc

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, mechanical repairs, brief mentions of damage/scars, obsessive behavior, angst, mentions of past trauma and implied past murder?

Summary: Tabby starts a new job, while things at home get a bit closer.

Feedback appreciated, 18+

“I’m home!” Tabby announced, pushing through the door, arms heavy with bags.

“Welcome home, Sunshine!” Sun smiled brightly, rushing to help her with the bags, “How did it go?”

She placed the bags on the counter, huffing with the effort. “I start tomorrow.” She answered, looking proud.

“So soon?” Sun’s smile faded, rays retracting.

“It’s just some shitty warehouse job.” She sighed, “I’m over qualified and had a good reference…and we need the money.”

“That’s true…”

Sun took the bag of perishables, starting to restock the fridge as she put away the snacks and canned goods.

“So you do buy healthy food!” Sun’s voice was overly amazed, pulling out a plastic bag that once held a vegetable. It was something else growing now.

“Yea…and that’s what normally happens to them.” She gestured to the new culture.

“Ew.” Sun scrunched up his face, promptly throwing it away. He brushed his hands off, huffing, “Well, you’ll start eating better soon.”

“Oh?” She raised a brow.

“Yes!” He announced proudly, “I am going to learn how to cook.”

“And how will you do that?” She asked amused, putting away the groceries.

“I am connected to the internet,” he reminded, “I can take the time to learn about anything within reason.”

She giggled, “So it’s been you that’s hogging the Wi-Fi recently?”

Sun kept the same grin, waving her off, “I wouldn’t know anything about that.”

He shuffled through the bags, curious.

“You found it!” Sun’s rays spun, holding up the tube of silicone.

“It’s fairly common.” Tabby nodded, finding a box for their new craft supplies.

Sun made a whistling sound, reading over the tube, “‘Premium grade’. Fancy!”

“Only the best for my robot.” Tabby smiled.

Sun’s optics made stars, his rays spinning. He followed her as she filled the box, asking “Can we try it out now? I’d really like to touch water again.”

“Later.” She chirped, “I’ll put on a movie for us while it cures.”

“Ooooh!” Sun bounced a bit, “Can we watch the one with the geese again? Please please!?”

“Fly Away Home?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Sun flapped his hands in excitement.

“Sure. I get to pick the next movie though.” She nodded, amused.

“Deal!”

Moon huffed in their shared headspace.

M: Next movie is during my time…

S: HA

“Now what are your big water plans?” She questioned, pulling him back to the present.

“Oh nothing in particular.” He lied, fiddling his fingers together and muttering, “It’s not like there are glaring issues that need cleaning in my main area of existence. Nothing like that. No sir.”

Tabby’s smile fell, hand on her hip she looked at him intently. It caused his fiddling to worsen.

“The dishes?” She asked, searching.

“What?! Those? Noooooo.” He made a sweeping motion with his hand, “I hardly even notice them.” His voice was thick with sarcasm, making her pout a bit.

A pang of guilt ran through her, realizing how far she’d let things go. She tilted her head, offering, “I’ll get caught up on the dishes. You’ve already cleaned so much and it will make you more comfortable. Okay?”

“You don’t have to do that, Starlight.” Sun’s voice was genuine now, smile faltering, “You go out and take care of us, it’s our job to take care of you when you get back.”

“We can take care of each other.” Her words echoing deep in their circuits, “Right now I can do this when you can’t, ok.”

“Okay…” he drooped more.

“You look like a wilting sunflower.” She giggled, perking him up. He put on more of a show, bending like a wet noodle and causing her to laugh fully.

She started filling the sink with hot, soapy water, finding some music on her phone. As it started to play she began cleaning. As she washed she sang, a little off key but with her whole heart in it.

Sun smiled, watching as she swayed a bit to the tune as she sang.

He searched up the lyrics in his head, moving to sing with her. Tabby faulted, hearing his voice join, blinking up at him.

Catching up, she beamed, returning with gusto.

What they lacked in rhythm they made up for with passion, singing and dancing by the sink with their whole hearts.

“AAAAAAHHH-WOOOOOOO” they howled together with the song, the sound petering off into shared laughter.

Moon went into rest mode, to save himself from the torture.

~

The afternoon ticked on, Tabby putting in the movie as Sun got comfortable on the couch. He sat with his back toward the lamp, against the arm, legs along the length. Gathering all the needed materials, Tabby scooted in to get comfortable herself. She sat with her back to his chest, legs tucked up and snuggling between his own legs; it gave the best position to repair his hands in a comfortable fashion.

She took the right first, leaning forward to inspect over it.

She held his hand in a steady hold, completely engrossed in her task. Tabby took small paintbrushes and tools normally used for clay sculpting to carefully and meticulously fill every crack on his fingers.

Movie forgotten, Sun watched her, head tilted as he studied every detail: the stray piece of hair that hung in her face, the gentleness of her hold, and the way her nose crinkled a bit when concentrating. His face mirrored his admiration, thankfully she was much too busy to notice. They’d been close before, while she worked on repairing him, especially when inside his chest cavity. But this was different, quiet and intimate in a way, just softly sitting on the couch. Eventually she even leaned back against him, raising his hand to the lamplight to look over her progress.

“You are really warm.” She looked up over the top of her head to him.

His optics were half lidded with contentment. “Kids wouldn’t like cold hands.” He pointed out.

“That’s true…” She went back to her work, “I just didn’t notice it as much before.”

“Is it bad?”

“No, no.” She soothed, adding much more softly, “It’s nice.”

Sun’s rays whirled happily.

“There!” Tabby announced, holding up his hand by the wrist for him to see. All the cracks were filled with the silicone, carefully worked in to make a smooth finish. It wasn’t perfect, and would need to be painted over in the future, but it would work.

“Don’t touch anything!” She warned as he looked it over, “It needs to cure for a few hours. Would it be uncomfortable to hold your arm up that long?”

“I can do that.” He nodded, “We can lock the joints. Thank you, Starlight. It looks perfect.”

She snorted a bit, taking his other hand, curling forward to look it over, “It doesn’t.”

“It does!” Sun protested, “You did so well.”

“You are just too nice.” She shook her head, beginning to work, “I don’t think it will ever look the same…” she realized what she’d said, quickly adding, “Im sorry!”

Sun’s smile faded. He tilted his faceplate closer to her, to murmur, “It’s alright. You don’t look the same either.” He pointed out.

Tabby glanced up at his words, looking over the scarring on her arms and legs from the fire. He was right…

“We still think you look pretty.” Sun curled a little bit over her, cuddling her softly.

“Thank you.” She smiled brightly to him, leaning into the touch, “I think you look very good too! Even more so because I can see your face move now.”

“You let us express ourselves.” He added, “Let us make little changes to feel more individual.”

Tabby stopped, “You are not the property of an entertainment chain anymore. You should be able to do with your body whatever you want.”

“It’s still very kind of you.” He hummed, “Helping us.”

“You saved my life.” She pointed out, voice heavy.

“You’ve repaid any debt to us and then some.”

“We can still help each-other out though, right?” She asked, hopeful.

“Good luck getting rid of us.” His voice was light but no hint of a joke to his words.

“So I’m stuck with you?” She giggled, smoothing silicone over his palm, “Ooooh no.”

“Stuck like glue.”

“What kind?”

“The stickiest”

~

After the movie she fell into her normal nighty routine of rotting in front of her computer with caffeine. She sipped on her soda, typing. For a while, the apartment was quiet, darkness falling a few hours prior.

She heard something fall, clattering on the floor. Tabby jumped out of her seat, running into the kitchen, rushing in her worry.

“Moon!” She yelled, “What are you doing?!”

Moon froze, precariously perched on top of the hanging cabinets above the counter. He was on his belly to fit, legs and arms at weird angles to crawl along the cabinet tops. His eyes glowed red in the dim light, wood creaking under his weight.

“Moon!” Her voice was stern, making him flinch a bit.

Another pot fell, making the loud clatter like what had alerted her in the first place.

“If you break those we are screwed!” She warned angrily, “Get down.” She crossed her arms, tapping her foot expectantly.

She was trying to intimidate him?

He flashed his teeth, making her little display falter. The cabinets groaned, lanky animatronic moving back to the floor much easier than his body should have allowed.

Tabby took a step back as he loomed over her.

“Am I a good boy?” He asked darkly, bending forward, faceplate close.

“Y-Yes.” Tabby gulped, “Thank you.”

He pulled back suddenly, straightening. His voice box hissed with laughter, sharp and piecing.

She swallowed, finding her voice again, “What’s gotten into you?”

His laughter abruptly stopped, he made a show of being insulted, dramatically placing a hand over his chest. “What’s gotten into me?!” He scoffed, pointing a finger into her chest and retorting, “What’s gotten into yoooou?”

She stood her ground, snapping, “What the hell does that mean?! I’m not the one crawling around the cabinets like an overgrown spider!”

Moon chuckled again.

“Play with Sun all day…” his voice was low, “Your favorite little toy.” He spat the last word. But under all the venom was something else…hurt?

Tabby frowned, earlier transgressions forgotten, “Moon?”

“Leave big bad Moon to himself.” He bared his teeth.

“I thought I made you uncomfortable.” She admitted.

He withdrew a bit, his grimace faltering. His optics flicked over her.

“Would you like to spend some time together?” She asked gently.

Moon was still, optics expanding a bit as he tried to calculate if the question was genuine. Finally, he gave a small nod.

Tabby gave him a soft smile, offering, “Let’s go watch a movie together. I’ll make popcorn and you can find a movie, ok?”

“O-Kay…” he rasped, watching her pad off towards the kitchen. He was frozen for another tick, seemingly confused.

Tabby heard him shuffling around the dimmed living area, waiting on the microwave. She leaned against the counter, the stove light the only illumination in the kitchen. Moon stalked in, hunched forward to look smaller.

He held out a dvd to her, faceplate downcast.

‘Nightmare Before Christmas’

Tabby giggled, commenting, “You know, you look a lot like Jack.”

Moon turned the case, looking over the front again, head spinning in a complete circle soon after.

“Go set it up.” She smiled, adding as she got the popcorn out of the microwave, “I know you know how.”

His fans whirled, head tilting to the side.

“I've heard the TV going in the middle of the night.” She winked at him.

Movie ready, they both got comfortable on the couch. Moon sat curled up in the corner, legs tangled up under him, while Tabby leaned back into the far corner. A large bowl of popcorn separated them.

Thinking back to Sun and her earlier closeness, Moon glanced across the space. It felt like an ocean between them, something in his chest tightening as he looked away.

He tried to concentrate on the movie to distract his garbled thoughts.

“Moon?” Her voice came softly.

He jolted a bit, optics flicking over to her.

“I remember,” she spoke while getting a handful of popcorn, “That Chica could eat and taste….can you?”

She turned a bit to look at him.

Moon gave a single nod.

“You can! That’s so cool.” Tabby smiled, “Have you ever tried popcorn?”

He gave another nod, after a long moment he added, “Long long time ago.”

“Here.” She took a single piece from the bowl, offering it out to him, “Try it.”

Moon looked at the outstretched hand as if it were a snake, optics flicked back up to her face.

“Come on, try it.” She urged, “Worse case scenario I’ll dig it out of your gears later.”

He tentatively reached out, taking the snack. Tabby watched as he placed it in his mouth, some inner mechanism doing any actual chewing.

“You like it?”

Moon gave a smile, nodding.

She scooted closer to him, placing the bowl between them, “Have all you want.” Moon’s fans clicked up.

Eating another handful, she asked curiously, “How can you taste?”

Moon cocked his head a bit for a moment, taking two fingers and hooking them under his lower lip. Pulling his own mouth open he showed her his tongue: metal core covered with sensors then a protective layer of silicone.

She shifted to her knees, eyes wide as she leaned in for a better look.

His fans were audible now.

“Whoa.” She marveled, “I thought the tongue was just for show, it actually works though…”

Moon withdrew his fingers to speak, “Sun loves Fizzy Faz.”

“What flavor?”

“Sour Lime the most…but all of them.” Moon admitted quietly.

“I liked the pink lemonade.” Tabby nodded.

She sat back down, the movie completely forgotten as she thought. Her smile fell as she wondered, “It’s probably been a long time since you guys could eat or drink anything, huh?”

Moon tilted his head.

“Since they covered your mouth over.” She explained.

Moon stayed quiet, his optic shifting away.

Tabby kept wondering aloud, turning back towards the tv, “It was really shitty of them to do that. Just take away a part of you because it was ‘convenient’.”

Silence stretched between them, only the sound of the movie doing anything to mitigate the awkwardness.

When Moon finally spoke, it was raspy and low, catching Tabby off guard.

“And what will you do?” He asked, “When you are done with us?”

“What?”

“When you grow tired of us….” Moon’s red optic was trained on her, “Will you throw us away too? Just bits of metal and plastic.” He flashed his teeth, calm demeanor vanishing, “How long until you will grow tired of your new toys?”

Tabby was shocked, words feeling like lead on her tongue. She felt a pain in her chest. “Moon…” she started, eyes big, “I’m not just going to abandon you guys.”

“What makes you so special?” He asked, a bite to his voice.

She held his gaze for a long moment, trying to sooth, “You are just as much a person as anyone else I've met…even more so in some ways…”

He was stone still.

“You saved my life.” She went on, “You put yourself into danger to save me. No one has ever done something so selfless for me.” She reached out a hand to him.

He looked at it, optic trembling. His hand carefully raised towards hers, moving slowly and nervously. Their hands touched, a shiver running through the animatronic.

She moved her hand to place their palms together, his large hand dwarfing hers completely.

“I won’t abandon you…I promise.” Her voice was soft but genuine.

~

The words echoed around their head, Moon absentmindedly rubbing his fingers over his palm in thought through the rest of the night. They had put the feeling of her hand to memory, replaying that over and over.

Fingers tracing over metal.

His optics flicked up to her sleeping form, watching silently from his place in the corner. He crept closer, night vision allowing him to see her perfectly.

She was so peaceful, even with a dangerous animatronic staying in the same apartment. Fingers stopped their movements, withdrawing to then reach out towards her. His hand hovered over her sleeping form, head clinking to the side.

Carefully he took the blanket, pulling it up to tuck her in.

The next morning Tabby woke up bright and early to get ready for her first day. Rubbing her eyes she wandered into the bathroom. She groggily started the shower, waiting for it to warm enough to step into.

Standing in the hot water, she let it run over her face as she woke up. Just as Tabby was reaching for the shampoo, she heard the door click open. Swiveling around she could already see Sun’s tall shadow through the curtain.

“Sun, Sunny, my Ray of sunshine.” Tabby’s voice was tight.

“Yeeeeeessss?” He smiled, rays twirling at the nicknames, rocking from the balls of his feet to his toes.

“What are you doing in here?” She clutched the shower curtain around her, face only visible.

“The door was unlocked,” he answered, unfazed, “I thought I could help.”

“I didn’t think I needed to lock it.” She huffed, red faced, “And absolutely not.”

“Oh don’t worry,” he soothed, “I’m programmed to help with bath-time.”

“I’m not a little kid, and this isn’t a bathtub.” She informed sharply, moving back into the shower, adding, “And, And! You don’t need to fry your circuits in water today.”

“I’m waterproof!” He announced proudly, puffing out his chest.

“Oh yea?” She started to lather her hair, asking sarcastically, “Even after your outer casing was compromised in the fire?”

She heard him grumble a bit before admitting defeatedly, “Point taken.”

“So, get out of my bathroom.” Her voice was firm.

“Mmmh.” He mumbled, padding out.

Thankfully, he left her in peace to finish up: Tabby blow drying and tying her hair back, putting on modest makeup to follow. She had to wear heavier clothes for work, thankful that it was beginning to get colder out.

“You look…ready to seize the day!” Sun saved himself quickly.

“Thank you.” Her voice heavy with sarcasm, “I try.”

“I made you breakfast.” Sun smiled, placing a plate of buttered toast before her, “The most important meal of the day.”

She gave him a soft smile, genuine in her statement this time, “Thank you.”

Sun sat beside her, going on, “I wanted to make eggs, too, but I thought it would be best to actually practice first.” He chuckled, “The toaster is a bit easier to master.”

She nodded along as she ate, listening. “I made you a lunch, too.” He tilted his head, faceplate resting on his folded hands, “All easy things as well, so don’t worry about that.”

“Is there anything you are excited to make?” She asked, swallowing, “Like to learn?”

“Hmmmmm.” He thought for a moment, smiling as he exclaimed, “Oh! Banana bread!”

“Banana bread?” She giggled.

“Yea! I’d love to be able to make my own.” Sun nodded.

“Why though?”

“Oh, well one year a kind parent gave us a tiny loaf around Christmas time.” Sun explained, “It was long ago, and we were able to hide it from the staff….it was really good and we’ve never had it again.”

“That was so sweet.” Tabby shifted to look at him more.

“Yea, it was.” He agreed, looking down, “We never forgot it.”

Tabby glanced at her phone, making a sound as she jumped up. “I gotta go!” She took her plate to the sink, “I want to give myself enough time to find a parking place.”

Sun stood, following behind her as she got her purse and coat.

“Oh!” Tabby rushed to the counter, grabbing a scrap piece of paper, scribbling something downed. “Here!” She smiled, handing the paper to Sun, “This is my Amazon account and password.”

“O-Okay.” Sun took the paper, looking down at it nervously.

“I still have a bit in my account.” She explained, picking up her lunch, “And I know how much you hate the clothes…so pick out a better outfit for yourselves. Stay under one hundred dollars though, ok?”

“Starlight, are you sure?”

She smiled, nodding, “Yes, I’m sure.”

“And the bills?” He asked, worriedly.

“We have income starting again, we will be ok.” She soothed, but added, “I really have to go, have a good day today.”

“You too!” He waved, “Good luck, Starlight!”

The door clicked shut, Sun careful to lock it. He looked down at the paper again, circuits heating up.

“She’s so good to us.” Sun sighed, leaning against the door in thought.

M: You know we’ve had that information for like…a week now.

“I know. But she didn’t!” Sun pointed out, “She trusts us with her account.”

~

Tabby clocked out for her lunch, sitting in the break room she opened her lunch bag. She giggled, seeing what Sun had made for her: a pb&j sandwich with the crusts cut off, carrot sticks and a small baggie of nuts.

Wondering if he had eaten the crusts himself, she checked her phone, seeing an email notification.

Her email:

SunnyBoi420: Is it alright if we use next day shipping?

TabbyCatt666: If you are within budget, go for it.

Also…I didn’t expect you to message??

SunnyBoi420: We got an email!

TabbyCatt666: I see that >w<

Why that name though?

SunnyBoi420: Moon said the number was cool! Why? Is it bad?

TabbyCatt666: No…but we will have a talk when I get home, okay?

SunnyBoi420: Have a good day, we miss you!

~

Sun opened the door before she could get the key in the hole, happily greeting her. She looked tired, a heavy bag over her shoulder.

“Welcome home!” Sun hugged her, not backing away until she made a little squeak. He put her down, “Oh sorry, sorry, sorry!”

“It’s ok.” She soothed, wandering into the kitchen to get a quick drink of water.

“Long day?” Sun asked, following her.

She nodded, swallowing before answering verbally, “Different work than I was used to.” She admitted.

“Chin up, Sunshine.”

“Thank you, I’ll be ok.” She gave him a reassuring smile. She placed the cup down, listening as Sun talked about his day to her.

“Oh!” Tabitha snapped her fingers, remembering, “I have a friend stopping by later in the week.”

“Oh?” Sun perked up, curious, “We always like new friends!”

“He’s the one that helped me get the job.” She explained, “Old friend from college, he works in robotics.”

“He?” Sun questioned, voice betraying him.

“Yes, ‘he’.” She eyed him, “You will play nice, right?”

Sun scoffed, turning away offended, “We are the best at playing nice.”

“Mhm.” She didn’t sound convinced, moving around the island counter.

Wanting to win back her good graces, he bounded forward. “I moved all the furniture and vacuumed under it!” Sun announced.

“Oh.” Tabby, looking around the living room, “Thank you!”

She sat her bag down, moving to sit on the couch to decompress a bit.

Sun padded closer, asking curiously, “When did you have a dog?”

“What?”

“A dog?” Sun tilted his head, “I vacuumed up dog fur.”

Tabby suddenly looked embarrassed, not looking at him. Sun put his hand on his hips, stepping closer. He looked like a stern patent.

“I think the previous tenant had a dog…” Tabby admitted, smiling nervously.

“TABITHA!”

Despite all the cleaning done during the day, a large pile of boxes still loomed in the living room. Sun had stacked most of them up, the animatronic having an obsession with stacking objects, but after all the parts ordering it was still a mountain in the corner.

While on her computer that night, Tabby heard the cardboard shuffling around from the other room. She padded down the hallway, the living room dim before her. Peeking around the corner.

The boxes were strewn around the rug, the largest ones arranged around. A lanky figure, on all fours, crawled easily into the biggest one.

“Moon?” Tabby called out, cautiously entering the room.

The boxes shifted, a scrabbling sound as the animatronic moved to face her. Moon sat, knees bent near his chest, red eyes staring back at her.

“What are you doing?” Tabby’s face cracked a smile.

“Mine.” He announced, shifting deeper into the box.

“Are you going to keep them all?” She asked, hand on her hip, smile faltering.

“Yes.”

“All over the living room?”

“Yes.”

She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. They’d been through a lot, let them have this…

“Okay.” She conceded.

Moon shifted around in the box excitedly, exclaiming, “Crafts!”

“You want the craft supplies?”

“Arts and crafts!” Moon waved his arms in the air.

Tabby went into the hall closet, picking up the ever expanding box of supplies. Gingerly bringing it to the heap of cardboard that was Moons growing fortress, she handed it over.

Moon took it eagerly, “Thank you.”

The animatronic set to work, cutting and tapping to reshape the cardboard however he saw fit.

~

Later that week…

His optics flicked towards the clock, it was past time for Tabitha to be home.

But it was alright if she was late, stopping to shop or get takeout often. When he finally heard the key, he remembered what day it was…

Sun didn’t bound to the door akin to a puppy, like he normally did. Today was the day Tabby was bringing a friend over, and he could already hear two voices outside. He simply stayed put, head tilting to the side, fidgeting.

Tabby opened the door, stepping to the side. A man stepped through: with olive skin, brown eyes and wavy dark hair. He dressed colorful, sporting a video game shirt and a bright blue jacket. He sat down a large bag, eyes instantly on Sun.

“Oh man, you actually did it.” The man gawked at the animatronic, coming very close to look him over, “I thought you were joking.”

Sun withdrew his rays, nervously twitching a bit.

“Why would I joke about committing a felony.” Tabby padded in behind the stranger. Sun was quick to determine the level of familiarity between the two, mind racing over every small detail.

The man tried to touch a ray, Sun sucking it in before he could make contact. The other laughed, “It is really reactive!”

‘It’

The word echoed around his head.

“He is named Sun.” Tabby corrected, quickly coming up between them. “Arav, this is Sun. Sun, this is Arav.” Tabby introduced them.

Sun’s rays were still retracted a bit, but he forced a smile, “Hello.”

The man, Arav, nodded in acknowledgment. He turned his attention towards Tabitha, asking, “So this is your new project?”

“I want to fix him.” She reminded, “But the solar panels are giving me fits. That’s more your expertise so I thought we could work on that.”

“Working up quite the list of debts, hm?” Arav smiled, voice suggestive.

Sun watched as Tabby’s cheeks reddened, hearing the hint of a giggle in her voice as she playfully shoved the other.

“Can it follow commands?” Arav asked, looking up at Sun.

“If you ask nicely, I’ll consider it.” Sun responded with a low voice.

The other laughed, “Damn! It’s really responsive. Did you hook it up to a learning module?”

“No, he’s always been like this.” Tabby smiled up at Sun, “You can just talk to him like any person. He even makes his own art and music.”

“Freaky.” The other commented.

Tabby showed Arav to her office, going over what issues she’d run into with the repairs. Sun drug his feet when being called in, sitting on the work desk with a pout.

Sun was patient, and used to holding his tongue. He could be quiet and well behaved, and had to be in the daycare.

But this wasn’t the daycare.

Answers to questions were tight and to the point, his normal mirth was absent. He loomed often, a 7ft shadow of metal behind Tabby while the others talked. If anything he did rattled the other man, Arav didn’t show it.

He was easy going and optimistic, quick to make Tabby laugh and with an air of familiarity with her that made Sun’s nonexistent blood boil.

And he was smart, quickly finding the issue with the faulty solar panels where Tabby could not. To top it all off, they worked well together, seamlessly falling into place with the repairs. Arav brought a bag of parts, being told the issues prior.

They talked: reminiscing about their times in college, the new job, and other potential opportunities.

Sun was uncharacteristically quiet, Tabby not noticing over her current conversations. He was able to shift at the right moment, causing a panel to close on the man’s fingers, laughing within their shared headspace over it.

“That should do it.” Arav announced proudly, tightening the last screw over the new transparent yellow plastic paneling.

“Let’s go out on the balcony, test it out!” Tabby took Sun’s hand. The animatronic cracked a smile, following her like a puppy as they went outside.

No matter how much Sun disliked admitting it, they did work nearer to full capacity again.

“Let’s go have a drink.” Arav offered suddenly, “We can call everything even.”

“So you help me and all I need is to allow you to buy me alcohol?” Tabby leaned against the railing, “Oooh no, what a hard decision.”

“There’s a new dive bar near my place, let’s try it.” He added.

Sun’s heart dropped when she accepted, staying silent and pretending to charge while she said quick goodbyes. He heard them move about the apartment before the door closed, a soft ‘click’ to follow.

Taking a step forward, he watched Arav opening the car door for Tabby, driving off together afterwards. His fans kicked up, hands going to the railing as he stared at the empty parking space along the street.

“She’s mine!” Sun growled, almost bending the railing under his hold.

M: Ours.

Moon corrected in his head. Sun huffed with annoyance, “Ours, she’s ours.” He felt something seething deep inside, the rotting feeling that bubbled up in the past. Moon was very used to the feeling, when the virus addled his mind, however, Sun was no stranger to it.

They couldn’t hide away in their room and rip apart staff bots to state that horrid rot now though. They had to sit with it, and stew and try to contain it.

M: We could always…

“No, no, no. No!” Sun shook his head, “We won’t slip again. Not again, not here.” There was a tremble in his tone, fans clicking up.

“Not again…”

[dragonbleps]

We had gone out to the lunch with dad's coworker Laura and then went to see him, but he had just gone to sleep and we didnt wanna wake him up, so we went to do a little grocery shopping and then went home. And then mom found a message she'd gotten from him while we were eating lunch with Laura, asking someone to come clean his Cpap when able. idk why the nurses wouldn't be able to or wouldn't know how to, but we went back and he was awake.

Mom cleaned the Cpap and i talked a little with him. Told him about the Cybertrucks we've been seeing and the one with the custom "paint" job (the official coatings are some kind of "paint film" but the red one wasn't official, so who knows what that was or how much that cost). Told him about the dogs getting to chew on some real bones (beef ribs packaged for dogs) and how it was pretty much the length of Lulu's body so I had to hold it for her lmao. Briefly talked about what sorts of diet changes he'll have to make once he gets the surgery.

Dad's off all pain meds now! Still in an unwanted amount of pain, but the fact that it's bearable without such strong pain meds is a huge improvement from when he was admitted. And it means there's less messing with his GI tract and such. He's been able to eat some food and keep it down, though passing it is hit or miss. They're waiting for him to be able to pass it on his own, I guess

They're supposedly moving him out of the ICU tonight or tomorrow and putting him back in a normal room now that he's stable enough.

Still no word on when his actual surgery is going to be. He says one minute it sounds like they're gonna do it the next day, then they run a test and act like it's going to be weeks from now.

He's in pain but in good spirits. Now that he's not overwhelmed by pain and brain fog, he actually turned the tv on to watch some shows. If he was any sort of crossword-doer we might buy something like that for him, but I don't think he'd be into that. Besides, his little bedside table is running out of room haha

Laura (his coworker) said she's gonna try to look up all the information she can on how the can help ease the future bill from all this, what resources they have available.

[stonerskinny]

weighed in, im back to 287.4 … im so mad at myself for basically losing a day but it also showed me how i can’t afford to slip for even a second or i’ll immediately start gaining again. gonna try to go 40hrs and then break my fast w some soup if my canned soup is still good. i get the progresso light soups so a whole can is like 160-180 depending on the soup. i think the ones i have are 170. so i can eat a whole can of soup, and i might add some frozen spinach to it for ~hEaLtH~

but then once that’s finished i’ll probably start a new fast so that i can get in another 24hrs (probably more like 26) which i can break at 5pm tomorrow with some cuties and maybe some toast, and then i’ll start another one at 5:30 tmrw to get another 24hrs in. and if i can be strong on friday i can push that to 40 as well because that’ll just be 9:30am on sat.

i need to get groceries so badly but i don’t have any money. i desperately need to get paid but i have no idea when i’ll get paid. plus my first paycheck is going to be small because i had to buy my uniform shirts with some of that money. i need to pay my homeowners insurance, and also my phone bill, which totals at $310. my first paycheck is probably going to be close to 160 before tax (do they withhold tax from paychecks? i don’t know how that works) so it’ll be enough to pay the insurance but not the phone bill. which means my phone is getting cut off if it hasn’t already. plus i need to buy weed soon, unless i get lucky and my friend brings me some again. maybe i’ll try to manifest that.

might let myself get high today, who knows. might sh, might skip iop if my wifi isn’t working. whoooooo knows.

anyway if u read all this ur a real one xoxo

[okmissgirl]

Absolutely Normal Nonsense

HEHE I'm still alive and this some real nonsense y'all 💀

Also happens to fulfill the Future catagory for HellCheer Aniversary Week day 4.

<- Last Nonsense

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🥜 Sweet Nothings (and sour somethings) 🥒

To you I can admit

That I’m just too soft for all of it

“You gotta try it with peanut butter.” 

“I — what?” 

“Take your spoon, scoop some of it up—”

“Is this—?”

“Nuh-uh, you have to get a lot more. Like a heaping scoop. Here, let me—”

“Sweetheart, I know the logistics of it, I can… okay that’s — Chrissy that’s just straight up peanut butter.”

“But it tastes good! Especially when you spread a bunch on top of the pickle and the juice is still there, ugh, the contrast is phenomenal… I feel like I’ve ascended or something.” 

“Ascended? Peanut butter and pickles is a religious experience for you?” 

“Yes and I am a staunch believer and no sacrilege will be permitted in my house, so here comes the um, starfighter airplane jet thing… and…” 

“Wha— don’t just! Baby, I am agnostic at best—” 

“And you will see the light and be compelled if you would only open wide—”

“Ok princess, first, before I poison myself, how did you go from oreo and peanut butter cookies to this?”

“...put it in your mouth first.”

“Wh— I am not—”

“Please? Pretty please? For me?” 

“Oh baby doll, you’re so sweet. No.” 

“But—”

“No ma’am.”

“Ed-die!” 

“Chris-sy!”

“Give it a chance, the flavors, the textures — look at me baby, would I ever steer you wrong?”

“...”

“Eddie!” 

“Sorry, but I am very sure you would, case in point, I can’t even see the beaten path right now—” 

“Oh boo, where’s your sense of adventure? Where’s the man I fell madly in love with who used to do those disgusting beer kegs in college and use the same towel every week for months?” 

“Jesus Christ, woman — that dumbass is dead. Hallelujah.”

“But I want him back! Just for tonight? C’mon sweetie, one lick.” 

“Oh my god.” 

“I’ll eat the rest?” 

“And you’ll tell me who put you up to this? I brought that jar yesterday — there are only three pickles left mamacita — I know you’ve been going to town on these all day. That acid reflux is gonna be righteous tonight.”

“I promise it’s 8/10 worth the heartburn — that’s how good they are! … And I was bored, so…” 

“Bored?”

“Eh okay well, not completely, but that’s besides the point! Try it? Please?” 

“Ughhh, fine, fine…”

“Really?! Aw, Eddie—!”

“Hmm, since you asked so nicely… bottoms up, I guess…” 

“Hehe, enjoy…”

“...”

“...and?”

“Uh, cool your jets — I gotta analyze the flavor, the texture and all that shit…” 

“Oh… well, hurry up!” 

“My word, where is your patience, Christine? Hmm, I guess… it’s um… huh.” 

“Huh?”

“...s’not bad.” 

“Not bad? So that means… you like it?”

“I do not hate it.” 

“You love it!”

“It’s palatable, princess.” 

“See!! Oh my gosh, I told you! I told you, it’s the fucking contrast — like peanut butter and jelly!” 

“Uh, strong comparison, but I get what you’re saying. Now, who rummaged through our cupboards and got pickle juice all up in the peanut butter jar? ‘Cause I know it wasn’t you — that’s something you’d get mad at me for.”

“Well… Robin came over…” 

“Of course. Of course — you know, I walked into that one. Like in the back of my mind I thought “Eddie, what if it’s Bucklely who’s eating all your shit?” and at the time I didn’t wanna believe it but, tsk… should’ve known.”

“What! How could you say that? Robin’s so much fun!” 

“Yeah, until she starts packing our food in tupperware boxes and taking it to her place.” 

“She does not do that.”

“I’ve seen it with my own two eyes, Missus Munson.” 

“Edward Munson! You know how boring it is, staying at home 24/7?! All I ever do is fold, wash, and dry all the clothes we brought and then dig out some more for tomorrow to fold again and then I eat and watch reruns of Seinfeld. I try to cook but then my feet hurt. I try to drive to the grocery store but no, I can’t get behind the freaking wheel! I want to practice the stretches we learned in class so I put on exercise videos but I can’t even follow along with them! I sit there like a beached whale! There’s no one to call and everyone’s at work except me! There’s nothing to do, I’m slowly going out of my mind and, and… you know what, give me that—”

“What are you — hey! I was gonna—”

“NO! You don’t deserve a peanut butter pickle! Shame on you, making fun of me like that when Robin was so kind to come over and watch a movie with me, help make cookies, and introduce both of us to this delicious delicacy. You should be thankful!”

“Aw Chris, I am thankful; just didn’t know you had it so rough baby—”

“Ey! Get away, you! Don’t try to kiss me! I’ll stick this glob of peanut butter in your hair—”

“No you won’t.”

“I will.” 

“Uh, okay… I’ll just eat it off, but sure. “

“Eddie!” 

“Okay, okay pretty girl — I’m thankful that Buckley broke into our house so you could have some adventure for the day—”

“— I mean, you told her where the house key is buried, so that’s kinda on you—

“However, I’m at your beck and call whenever you need me.” 

“... I guess.” 

“You guess?” 

“I dunno, Munson. The way you look at those campaign sheets sometimes… kinda has me worried, is all…” 

“Perish the thought, fair maiden! For I find you tantalizing, bewitching — the object of many a man’s desire but alas, you are mine, Christine, and I’ll fall upon my own sword if there ever is a day I find myself blind to such godlike beauty…” 

“... hmm…” 

“Hmm? Too much?”

“No… I never said that… “

“Then pray tell… hmm, what? Is it a secret? Would you whisper in my ear? Don’t be afraid, you can tell me…” 

“No, no secrets here.”

“Oh…? “ 

“I do have a question though.” 

“And I await with bated breath to hear it.” 

“.... you fancy me a goddess, good sir?”

“Of course I... yes.”

“Am I to believe I am just a simple spirit you found looking into the glade?” 

“N-no, never you are not just any goddess. You are more brilliant than Aphrodite herself.” 

“You swear?” 

“On my life…” 

“...”

“... Chris—”

“Alright, help me get down from here.” 

“Oh! Uh, sure, but why do you—”

“Honestly, my ass is getting numb and I didn’t really think this through once I actually got up here so…” 

“Well, can’t have a sore ass on my watch, sweetheart — just lift your—”

“I’m heavier than before okay, so be careful with you back and don’t—”

“Pfft, babycakes you weigh 30 pounds soaking wet as we speak… there we go. Hmm.. I kinda like it, actually.” 

“Like what?”

“You know…” 

“I don’t, actually.” 

“Well… I’ve been meaning to ask… is my queen gonna claim her throne tonight?”

“... Eddie—”

“I’ve been waiting. Thirsting. Praying fervently that I could show my fealty to you once more. So… please…I—” 

“What… what if I’m… I’m not… too…”

“Never, never… ah… never, Christine…”

“Shi… I… okay.”

“Okay?”

“Please.” 

Oftentimes, Eddie is struck by the fact that he gets to come home to Chrissy Munson née Cunningham everyday. To find his wife sitting on the kitchen counter, scooping peanut butter onto a pickle stick, so far removed from the hustle and bustle of his chaotic workday. But he guesses that’s natural. 

He hopes the feeling lasts a lifetime. 

*BONUS*

“fifty-eight one-thousand, fifty-nine one-thousand… and… okay… okay, that’s…”

“...Chrissy? Chris, what are you doing in the shower? Is everything okay…? Cause uh, I woke up and your side of the bed was like wet with… something. I didn’t smell it or anything but uhh… you can wake me up when stuff like that happens. I know it’s normal and I can help—”

“Eddie! You thought I wet the bed? I’m no child!”

“Well yeah, I know that… but you’re also—”

“I’m in labor. Well, I’m pretty sure I am, at least. My water broke in bed.” 

“...what.” 

“Yeah, I woke up and it was like, everywhere, and it kept dripping down my legs… kinda gross. I wanted to take a shower.”

“Wha… holy fuck, can you rewind to, uh, Jesus… um, are you really, seriously—”

“Yup, I think so. Can you help me get out of here please?”

“Uh, uh, okay, yeah, no problem I can — I can do that.”

“Great!”

“Shit… maybe we shouldn't have done so much last night?” 

“No. We do a lot most nights. I don’t think that made a difference here.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Honestly? I think it was the pickles.”