#they r skipping holding hands kissing biting each other etc etc

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hello for the love of god. vampire rosebird

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Tsukishima; Boyfriend Alphabet

A: Affection - How affectionate are they?

About 60% in private. He just doesn't want to show his soft spot to you. But he is clingy when he's tired.

B: Bonding - How often do they bond with you?

Since he has to work at late hours, there's not much time he get to spend time with you. But on weekends, he tries to spend the whole the whole day with you and will do the things you want to do

C: Communication - Do they keep in touch with you when they're away?

He always likes to check up on you whenever one of you is away. He may be a salty giraffe but he's also worried for you. And he always talks to you through video calls just in case you don't get lonely

D: Date - How often do they set up a date for you two?

He ain't a romantic person. He'll only plan dates for the two of you if there's a special occasion

E: Essential - What is the thing that is important to them?

You. Duh. But if it's an object, it's a promise ring he brought for the two of you. It indicates the love and affection that you two show for each other and that you will never leave each other

F: First - Were you his first?

He may be hot but you are definitely his first. He's not the type of person to date many people, he only dates the person who is right for him. And that is you

G: Gross - What is the thing he hates in your relationship?

The fact that you leave hair on the soap. Like it's getting harder and harder to use the soap with your hair covering it 😃

H: Holding Hands - How often do they hold your hands?

He only holds it when you're crossing the road, in a crowded place, or when someone's hitting on you. But sometimes randomly holds your hand cuz it gives him warmth and comfort

I: Intercourse - How are they in 6? (yk what I mean by 6)

He's the rough dom. Literally doesn't stop unless you say the safeword. Sometimes he can't control himself and would still keep going. Okay but really he'll make your legs sore for 5 months-

J: Jealousy - How jealous do they get?

This mf gets jealous easily. He doesn't approach you and tells you about you. Nah, that doesn't work for him. He just glares at the person who's talking to you or spending way too much time with you until they go away.

K: Kiss - How good are they at kissing?

100% good. He got em tongueeeeee. He licky-licky your mouth. He gon bite them lips. Okay but really, HE'S MF GOOOOD. Even just a peck, he gud😎

L: Love - How do they show their love to you?

Well he gives you flowers everytime he goes home. Just to know he misses you. He'll also leave notes or text you reminders. Will have one of his friends to check up on you when he's at work

M: Mad - How often do you argue?

Just when he's like veeeeery tired. Not clingy tired. Like -100 energy tired. He can easily snap at you when he's like that. Of course he apologizes to you the next day but you two argue like once every week.

N: Naughty - How do they deal with you annoying them?

He'll literally just walk out of the room. Like he CANNOT stand it. Sometimes he'll just grab a piece of tape and tape your mouth shut. But of course you still have your body to annoy him, so he'll literally lay on top of you until you surrender

O: Open - How often do they open up to you?

He doesn't really like expressing everything to you. Sometimes he just keeps it to himself. But when he really needs help or needs to talk to you about something, he'll open up to you

P: Pet names - How are they with pet names?

He gets really flustered whenever you give him pet names. He's not the type to give you one but loves it when you say some to him. It makes him feel special

Q: Quiet - How long can they stand silent treatment?

Not long. But also not short. Maybe like a week? He'll be mad at you for like 5 days and the other 2 days are just to give you space. But he is itching for your affection. So after the last 2 days, he'll just bluntly apologize to you and tries to make things normal again

R: Ramble - How often do they talk about you to others?

Rarely. He'll just randomly bring it up. About how great and amazing you are, how beautiful you are, how clumsy you are, etc. Especially when someone talks shit about you

S: Soft - How soft are they to you?

About 60%. What'd ya expect, this is a salty bitch we're talking about. He'll just make fun of you and tease you most of the time

T: Think - What reminds them of you?

You remind him of a dog. You can get annoying and dirty, yes. But you have unconditional love for him and you're very affectionate. Waiting for him to get home. Like a dog.

U: Unhappy - What makes them break if you break up with them?

When you leave the promise ring on the table and how your last words to him were "Save your promise to someone else special"

V: Vacant - How are they with long distance relationship? (That had nothing to do with the word but I am running out of ideas-)

He is not enjoying it at all. As much as he complains about your affection towards him, he is itching for you to give him more. But you can't since you at the other side of the world. Will always check up on you to see if you're okay and will video call you at night before he sleeps

W: Wholesome - The most sweetest thing they ever did to you?

When he made a pillow fort as a sorry from an argument. Along with chips, candles movies.

(Skipping letter X cuz idk what to put there)

Z: Zzz - How do they sleep with you?

Believe it or not, he's very cuddly when he's sleeping. Like he'll literally hold you close while you two are sleeping. Even spoons you. But he'll literally become flustered when he wakes up

A/n: Sorry if it's not the best but it's really late at my country and I did this at 1 am in the morning and I ran out of ideas TvT

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If it’s possible could you do a jealous/possessive/obsessive Arthur fleck headcanon. Either him x reader are dating or he just has a crush from afar, it’s up to you.

Okay, lovies - I couldn’t decide whether to do this for Arthur or also for Joker so guess what?! 

I’mma do both and if that’s not a big fucking Mood™ then I don’t know what is sksksksk enjoyyyyy

I’ve written this so you’re already together - I couldn’t think of a way to incorporate jealousy in a healthy way before you’re together lmao also there are unhealthy elements to this piece so if this may affect you (it’s nothing major but there are obsessive elements) then I’d advise skipping this one.

Arthur trusts you, this is true.

But it’s others he doesn’t trust.

He doesn’t trust that every time you leave his flat, you’ll come home safe and unharmed.

He doesn’t trust that someone won’t steal you away from him.

He doesn’t trust that you won’t leave him for someone more attractive (shush darling you’re beautiful), someone stronger, someone richer, someone better than he is.

Arthur doesn’t trust himself, most of all, so even if he was literally the only man in your life, the only male you interact with, he would still worry that you’re going to leave him or that you have someone else.

He wouldn’t ever voice these thoughts. He wouldn’t want to damage your thoughts of him.

But it’s obvious once you learn all his nervous physical tells:

The leg bouncing

The lip biting

The eyebrow picking

The laughter

When someone talks to you and Arthur doesn’t know who they are to you, he’ll stand a little bit closer.

When you leave, he won’t say anything but his silence is heavy.

“It’s okay, honey, they’re my sibling/friend/co-worker/teacher/other”

Arthur would make a soft ‘hm’ noise to let you know that he heard you but other than that, he shows no signs that he heard you, so lost in his neuroses is he.

It’s the times you say “I have no idea who that was” that he gets worried.

His eyes would sharpen on your face. “You don’t?” 

He’d look back towards that person, anger quickly building in his eyes.

You’d grab his wrist to keep him by your side. You know what he’s like. 

He’d run after that person and demand to know their business with you if you didn’t grab his wrist.

When it’s a friend/co-worker etc. Arthur would just stand beside you. He wouldn’t do or say anything but the way his fingers start to shake in your grasp give him away.

Gentle smiles and smol cheek kisses keep him calm, though.

If you’re not into PDA that’s okay - he understands.

Shoot him a few smiles, though, to calm his nerves.

Patience and persistence is the key to dating Arthur.

You have to be so gentle, so patient, and you have to do it every day.

Every day does he improve somewhat but relapses are also a part of recovery so sometimes you’re wondering if he even trusts you at all, whereas he’s waiting for you to just… leave.

If someone is bothering you - flirting with you in front of Arthur - then he expects you to tell the person that you’ve got a partner, thank you very much.

He’d bite back a smile when you tell them you have a partner.

If the person gets pushy then Arthur is there with a “Hey, Y/N said she has me. Back off.”

He’s taken punches for saying things like that but he’s also more than happy to give out punches if someone carries on flirting with you.

You’ll patch him up each and every time, telling him that you don’t need protecting, you can take care of yourself but thank you.

You’ll kiss his cheek and a blush will spread like wildfire across his face.

He’s clingy.

Touch grounds him, keeps him here in the moment, so when you’re home he’s always touching you somehow.

A hand on your thigh when you’re watching the Murray Show together.

A hand in yours when you’re working on something.

Cuddling in bed - he’s a proper limpet.

Dancing with you involves him pulling you so close you can feel his heart pounding against your chest.

His head in your lap, your fingers in his hair.

Your head in his lap or rested against his shoulder.

A hand on the small of your back before he wraps his arms around your waist, his chin rested on your shoulder while you’re cooking or doing the dishes.

Kisses all the time for any reason.

Anywhere he can reach does he kiss you.

He loves to grab your face in his hands and smother you with kisses until you’re a giggling mess.

“I’ve got the whole world in my hands” and a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose, his green eyes full of so much love it’s making him cry.

Please just hold our boy. He needs it so much and he deserves the world.

When you’re out in public, he does like to be touching you so that he knows you’re real and not just another delusion, so he can keep you by his side. 

When you’re on the subway or the bus, he absolutely must sit shoulders, thighs and knees with you. He must or a laughing fit is a certainty.

It may well happen anyway, it usually does, but feeling you pressed against his side helps like nothing else.

Arthur is possessive of you, obsessed with you, and he trusts that you’ll handle anyone who tries to flirt with you when he’s not beside you etc.

As he starts to give into himself more and more does his possession over you grow a little darker, a little more dangerous…

If someone flirts with you now, he will say something whether or not you’re already opening your mouth to do the same.

When you get angry or annoyed because “I can take care of myself!” he just giggles and shrugs before swanning off to do who knows what.

Anyone who ignores his words and still tries to flirt with you or get you away from him goes missing some weeks after, just long enough for no one to connect him to the crime, and is never seen again.

Not alive, anyway.

You don’t ask because you don’t wanna know.

You just wash out the suspicious red stains on his clothing and you try really hard to not think about what it is.

You’re not naive, you’re not stupid. You know it’s blood.

It’s just that thinking about Joker having blood on his clothes makes you worry that he’s injured and that upsets you. 

He hates seeing you cry so you’d rather just tell yourself it’s paint.

Anything you tell yourself to stay sane is worth repeating.

Joker would take to leaving marks all over your body.

And he means all over.

“You’re mine, doll,” he’d grin, “say it. I want to hear you say who you belong to.”

“I’m yours, A-Arthur - “ Your fingers grip the collar of his red blazer. “But I wanna hear you say that you’re mine, too.”

His grin would widen and he’d kiss you soundly. Fuck keeping his makeup neat and tidy - he likes it better messy.

“Of course I’m yours, Y/N.”

You’re the only one allowed to still call him Arthur.

He’s the same man at his core, so why wouldn’t you?

As Joker, everything about Arthur is ramped up 10x so really, he’s still the same man who loves you dearly. 

He’s more protective now that he has the means with which to protect you, and he’s got the confidence to carry it off, too.

Anyone who threatens your safety or well being would have to go up against Joker and that is a deadly game to play.

In this case, the one who dares doesn’t win.

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Could you make a headcanon on the girls and boys (you can make them in couple directly) of Shokugeki who go to pick up their children at school? I personally see Erina draw all the attention to herself when she walks elegantly to school and Megumi bring cakes or food for the other children, I also see Alice a little in the same case as Erina, but more extreme... Thank you if you do it ^^

Awww this is such a cute request! Thank you so much for requesting it  ❤️ I think as I go along writing this, I’m going to focus as well on what they are like as parents and their parenting styles from my perspective as a teacher. Well, a preschool teacher.

Sorina:

Soma is the one who is seen often dropping off and picking up their kid at school.

Would say, “’Sup kiddo!” to greet his kid when he picks them up.

He has an adorable secret handshake with their kid and will hold up his palm or fist which his kid would respond to each time they separate or meet at the door of the class.

Soma is very interactive with the kid’s teacher. Would even crack a joke or two. He also knows their names, but wouldn’t bother attending a parents workshop bcs his schedule doesn’t allow him to. And lbr here, he would sleep through it.

Erina, on the other hand, rarely drop off or pick up their kid. But boy, when she shows up, the world stops. Everyone at school would stare in awe of her presence and grace (If you’ve seen Blake Lively on A Simple Favor, you’d know her vibe).

Makes people wonder how someone as poise as her would settle down with Soma who is the opposite.

Often smiles and thank the teachers, also hopes their kid hasn’t cause any trouble.

Lol you think her schedule would allow her to attend parents workshop?

If their kid is performing at school though, Soma and Erina would take a half-day off to see it and be proud parents. They would take adorable pictures together with their kid dressed in elephant costume.

They too would take a half-day off for Parent-Teacher Conference to see how their kid has developed through the semester.

From these events, people know that Soma and Erina actually complement each other.

Oh, and have I mentioned their kid always has the best lunch?

Takumegu:

Despite being a CEO of her successful ryokan and restaurants, when dropping off and picking up their kids, Megumi looks just like a humble housewife who is lovely to everyone around her

Bows to teachers a lot of times, saying thank you a million times for looking after their kid

Megumi is a very generous parent. Would bring extra homemade cookies or onigiri for their kid to share to the whole class– she always teaches their kid the good of sharing the love.

She sometimes invite the teachers to her and Takumi’s restaurants’ event or a complimentary stay at her ryokan during summer break.

Takumi drops off and picks up their kid equally often, sometimes they do it together (this kid is surrounded with so much love it’s insane).

Nearly every female teachers have a lowkey adoration for him because of how gentle, polite, and soft spoken he is. And to top those things off, he is G O R G E O U S.

Takumi likes to give their kid a piggyback ride to class, while Megumi simply hold their kid’s hand and give them a kiss on the cheek.

They would basically do anything for their kid. If their kid is performing, Takumi would bring out his camera,  take gorgeous pics and record a video of their kid. Unlike Sorina who only take half-day, takumegu would take a day off, shut of their phones, and just enjoy a proper family day.

They also take turn attending parents workshop regularly, though they occasionally go outside to make a phone call or two, they are trying to make a good parenting team.

Eirin:

Guess who is the worrywart parent? Yep, you all know it.

Eishi drops their kid at school with a big kid’s backpack filled with all the necessities like jacket, sunscreen, meds, extra snacks, two sets of clothes, a pair of sandals, a pack of diapers, and a drop of Jesus’ blood, obviously.

He never forgets to tell the teacher, “Can you please make sure to apply an extra layer of mosquito repellent before he plays outside and if he’s got a mosquito bite make sure to apply the essential oil I’ve put in his bag. Please don’t forget to peel off his apple before he eats them but please leave 0.5 centimeter of the stalk so he can–”

Eishi also takes parents workshop seriously. Always sits in the front row and actively asking a lot of question also shares parenting tip to the other parents.

Meanwhile, Rindou besides being the chill parent, is unbothered about parents workshop. “Google exists for a reason??”

And if she’s the one dropping their kid to school, all the teacher would find in his bag is a lunchbox and an extra t-shirt.

She would be the one encouraging their kid to play in the mud and jumping really high on the trampoline. She sometimes would leave him hanging on a monkey bar while she plays Candy Crush. Yes, she would want their kid to grow up fearless and take risks.

Eishi always has the urge to protect their kid. He’d want their kid to grow up cautious with precision.

This different parenting style caused them to argue in front of the teacher during Parent-Teacher Conference, blaming each other for her carelessness and his overprotectiveness.

But oh, they were so proud when they see their kid perform and took on a leading role as a little Indiana Jones.

Ryoali:

Alice is that mom who would insta-story their kid walking out of the class and reaching out to her arm when school’s out.

“Cmooon, say bye to your teacher, sweetheart! We’re not going to the grocery shop until you do so~”

Yes, she may show up at their kid’s school looking all flashy with faux fur coat and gold hoop earrings, but she’s actually pretty down to earth.

Despite her tight schedule, Alice is actually the class/PTA mom. She spreads information to the other moms, and will happily reply to teachers’ chat with emojis and calling them ‘Loves’.

She would follow their kid’s teacher on Instagram and tag them in their kid’s pictures or videos.

She skips PTA meetings most of the time and would rely on other PTA mom though.

Also wouldn’t bother attending parents workshop because she thinks she got it all handled.

Ryo is the dad that only shows up when their kids perform on a larger scale and during Parent-Teacher Conference.

If it was Ryo who drops off their kid tho, he doesn’t bother socializing with the teachers. He would just be rustling their kid’s head and said, “Bye. Mommy will pick you up.”

But behind his cold exterior, he would be the one helping their kid with homeworks or practicing the dance or the song before the kid’s performance.

He also always make sure their kid eats well and balanced with delicious bentos he has packed.

Akisako:

Hisako is PTA mom #2 Alice always rely on because Hisako always attend the meetings.

No one knows how she managed to do PTA responsibilities while having businesses to run, but she does it so well.

Often times, if Akira is the one to drop off their kid, Hisako would be the one to pick her up and vice versa. It all depends on their schedules.

Akira would teach their kid to be independent. He would encourage their kid to walk to class from the front gate on their own at a very young age. Hisako would at least say bye at the stairs.

Akira doesn’t interact much with the teacher, but would converse every now and then if being asked if it concerns their kid.

Hisako is generally more warm and would tell the teachers if their kid has been telling stories about them.

But if their kid comes home with a scar, she could panic and text the teacher a bunch of question like what/who caused it, if it had been treated, and if their kid shows any signs of other discomfort, etc.

She’ll shut up if she has got a satisfying answer though.

Akira would be the one attending parents workshops and actually pays attention. Not that Hisako wouldn’t, but she gets distracted easily when her phone beeps once. They often attend it together.

They love watching their kid performs. Hisako would sit in front of the stage with other mom and recording every move while Akira just stand or sit proudly in the back enjoying how cute their kid is.

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Thomas Hewitt - Alphabet Ask Meme

I’m hoping to start doing requests on this blog, so I thought I would start up with the alphabet ask memes as a sort of intro! I figure all the letters get asked eventually, so I’m just doing all of them in one go. There will be one of these posted for each character I’m writing.

I have a page with what and who I write for here. 

Both the NSFW and fluff alphabet asks are under the cut!

NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Most of the time you’ve both got to get back to your household duties, but a few minutes spent being held and catching your breath won’t be missed. If there’s nothing pressing, you best believe there is gonna be some napping in the cool, dark basement, sprawled out in the little corner he’d made into a bed.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

The only part of himself he really judges aesthetically is his face. He doesn’t give much thought to the rest of himself in terms of appearance, so long as he can do the work that needs to be done.

This is sort of specific but - he loves that little bit of pudge that sticks out over thigh high socks, that’s good shit.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He doesn’t really care about where it ends up, until he gets ‘the talk’. Once he knows how to put a baby in you, it goes inside no matter how much you whine about the mess he makes.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Absolutely watches you without your knowledge for quite a while. He climbs up to the attic to peek through the floorboards, waits in dark rooms to look through the crumbling walls, hides behind the basement door and watches you through the peephole - once you get together he stops being sneaky about it, but even then you’re going to turn around to find him suddenly looming over you multiple times a day.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Honestly, it would be better if he had none. As it is, his uncles have taught him whatever they think he might need to know (his mama’s contribution amounted to ‘no hussies’ and ‘wait till marriage’). Once they see he might actually have someone interested, you better believe they crank that shit up to eleven. When you get ahold of him you’ll have to… reword some of the things he’s been taught. It’s not all wrong, mostly just vulgar.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9EgA2VzQFRA

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s usually pretty fucking intense tbh. Rough hands, snarls, hair pulling - he’s used to using his strength for just about everything, this is no exception. Early morning, sleepy Tommy is a different thing, though. Despite waking so early everyday he is not a morning person so you’ve gotta take charge. Warm him up with some snuggles beforehand and you’ll set yourself up for something a little slower and sweeter than usual.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Bruh. Have you seen this man. I am nearly certain the closest thing to a shower he’s seen in a while is getting sprayed down with the hose outside. At any given moment he’s either covered in sweat, blood or both.

He will always wash his hands before dinner though, Mama didn’t raise an animal.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He doesn’t put much thought or effort into romantic things, but that doesn’t mean he’s not affectionate. He’s very shy about touching, so you know the small pat on your head or the crooked smile you see when you reach for his hand are more meaningful than they might be to others.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Tommy goes through phases of denying himself things he needs/wants, especially when there is a lot of tension in the house or he’s feeling particularly shitty for whatever reason. Usually it’s food and rest he ignores, but pleasure is something he’d deny himself as well.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

So, obviously, breeding. That’s always going to be his number one, but taking it a step further, it’s going to drive him crazy when you actually get pregnant. He’s still going to have the urge to fill you up, even when you’re already full, and knowing he’s going to have to wait so long to do it again riles him up. You won’t even be showing yet and he’ll be ready to put the next one in you.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Technically, he has a bedroom upstairs but he doesn’t sleep there often. A few wooden pallets stacked in the corner and topped with an old mattress has served as his bed in the basement and it’s where he’s most comfortable now. That being said, he hasn’t really grasped that sex is usually a private thing. If you’re in the kitchen, on the porch, anywhere really, when the mood strikes him, he’s just gonna go ahead put his hands under your skirt. Hoyt thinks this is hilarious and no amount of furious, red faced scolding is convincing Tommy that this is not how to let you know he needs you. Of course, it only had to happen once in front of Mama for him to learn that that shit ain’t gonna happen when she’s around.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Sweet things, like soft touches and warm kisses, will always get him riled up. He’s not used to being treated gently, so he will eat that mushy, lovey-dovey shit up. Shy smiles, cuddling on the couch, hand holding - truly he is a deviant.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that might draw blood, like knife play or biting. He’s rough, but he’s not trying to hurt you. A few bruises here and there are alright, but anything more is too much.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He likes blowjobs when he’s tired or sleepy, but he won’t hesitate to get rough and put you in your place if you try to get him to finish in your mouth - that’s not gonna happen. He will always reciprocate unless you tell him not to, but he’s not very skilled. The mask tends to get in the way a bit and you can’t tug on the hair the way you’d like without pulling it out of the skin. It’s one of his favorite things though, and that enthusiasm makes up for what he lacks in knowledge. Sometimes you think he enjoys it more than you do, desperately holding your hips in place and moaning, open-mouthed, between your legs.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

Tommy’s always on the rougher side, with deep, slow thrusts that hit hard. He likes bottoming out and grinding against you, pushed in as far as he can and desperate to go deeper.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Honestly, he’s not got a preference either way as long as you’re both getting off in the end.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Whatever you want to show him, he’ll try. He’s not got many ideas of his own in terms of experimenting, so you can always tell when something he does or wants has been suggested by his uncles.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He puts all his effort into the first go, so unless it’s a quickie, he’s probably tapped out after that. If you really want a round two though, he will not pass up the opportunity to eat you out and it’s a surefire way to get him going again.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not in Mama’s Christian, god-fearing household, no sir! (you know Hoyt has some shit he’s kept from the cars and luggage he brings in, only because he’s offered you and Tommy first dibs whenever he comes across something. You’re not sure if he’s serious or just wants to see your face go red - probably both tbh).

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If you let him, he’ll skip foreplay all together and get straight to it, so he’s not much for teasing. On the other side of it, teasing him works a little too well - push your luck and you’ll end up bent over the nearest piece of furniture, whether or not someone else is using it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Everybody in the house knows when you’re getting dirty because Tommy will not. Shut. Up. For not being able to speak, he’s amazingly loud and clearly has no shame.

W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)

Tommy snores, loud, like a plane engine backfiring. Everyone else has learned to tune it out, but that’s hard to do when his face is right next to your ear.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Tommy’s ready to go anytime tbh, if he didn’t have so much work to do around the house you’d spend a lot more time in bed.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If you’re in bed, pretty much instantly. Of course, if you need something, like more blankets or a glass of water, he’ll be happy to get you taken care of before drifting off. Otherwise he’s pretty diligent about getting back to work, and making sure you do too.

Fluff Alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Soft hands, unworn from rough work, that reach for him at the end of the day, and even softer kisses pressed against the corners of his mouth and eyes and anywhere his own skin shows behind the masks. He wants that Soft Shit™.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He’s not really been brought up with the expectation of continuing the family name simply because no one expected him to be able to. Of course that changes once he’s got a willing partner and Tommy always wants what his family wants. He’s going to have no idea what to do with a baby, but the combined praise from his family and you will have him ridiculously proud of himself when it happens.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Half on top of you, face buried into your neck and snoring is the normal position. Hair petting is a must, it helps him fall asleep. When it gets really hot he’ll give you more space, but even if you start out on opposite sides of the bed you’ll always wake up with him practically on top of you. Makes getting up to pee really difficult tbh.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

There’s not much to do that would make a traditional date with Tommy. He’ll take you on evening walks past ruined homes and barns, listening to the dogs and coyotes yipping in the pastures. Sitting on the warm porch, his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair as you read out loud. Short joy rides in the cars of strangers, before they’re taken to the old mill to rot.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

Family.

It’s always been the most important thing to him and becoming a part of that family isn’t an easy thing to accomplish. The others would accept you into the fold much more quickly compared to Tommy. He trusts his family completely and giving that kind of power to someone new isn’t easy for him so when it happens everyone knows it’s a big deal.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

It’s gonna hit him all at once and pretty early into knowing you. He’s going to be very suspicious of how nice you are, but it won’t take long for him to figure out you’re being genuine when you say those nice things to him.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

It doesn’t come to him naturally most of the time so he tends to overcompensate. He’ll be extra careful with you physically, but he also keeps and eye on what you’re doing throughout the day. You can totally lift the laundry basket yourself, but he’s going to do it for you anyways.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Okay, hand holding is Tommy’s jam. Mama thinks it’s sweet and has forbidden Hoyt from teasing either of you (he’s only barely holding back tbh). Usually you’re the one to reach for him, but if you take too long or aren’t getting the hint he’ll take the initiative. He’s shy about it, brushing his hand against you, hooking his pinky with your own timidly before finally sliding his hand over yours. He will absolutely not be able to make eye contact for a good five minutes afterwards, but he ain’t letting go either.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Suspicion. Whether you were dinner turned hostage or something else, Tommy doesn’t like or trust outsiders. Even when his family starts to warm up to you he’s still ready to drag you into the basement at a moments notice. He’s probably the most surprised out of everyone when you end up fitting in so well.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Tommy is jealous of pretty much every man that gets dragged into the house. Hoyt might like to mess with them first, but he’d rather get them into the basement as quickly as possible. It doesn’t matter what they look like, he’s under the impression that anyone is a step up from himself, so he’s not taking the chance. You’ve caught on that he doesn’t like you around them, at least, so you make things easy and keep out of the way.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Tommy is absolutely not going to make the first move when it comes to kissing. It takes quite a while for him to get used to touch in general, but his face is still a sensitive area, even with the masks. You would have to ease him into it. He’d be okay with quick pecks on the cheek of his mask right away and maybe you could catch him off guard with a sneaky kiss on the lips. If you want sloppy makeouts, you’ve got some work ahead of you. Once he does come around to it he’s still hesitant and you would have to start it, but he’s pretty firm about keeping the mask on for smooches.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He can’t say it out loud, but he thinks it first. Kindness is the way to Tommy’s heart and unfortunately it doesn’t take much after so long without it. He’ll have a crush way before you start thinking the same. Once you’re together he doesn’t have a way to say ‘I love you’ in particular, but he’ll always give you a response when you say it, so you know he’s saying it back in his own way.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Even though he’s not much of a morning person, he always wakes up before you. His favorite moments are in the early morning, before the sun has even risen, when you’re still asleep and he can hold and touch you, with hours left before either of you has to get up.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?) So, there’s not much for Tommy to spoil you with, but he tries. Clothing and jewelry from the meat that’s brought in are the most common gifts, but he’s always on the lookout for sweets and candies hidden in cars and purses to bring back to you.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

He thinks of red, the color of the bright, tacky shorts you were wearing when his uncle dragged you out of the cruiser, screaming. Your hands and knees were red too, scraped and bleeding, and he still feels guilty looking at the faded white scars.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Well obviously Tommy can’t really express any pet names verbally and he doesn’t strike me as the kind of person to use them anyways. I do love the idea of his partner calling him Bubba as a pet name though, and you had better believe Hoyt is teasing the fuck out of you both for it, no matter what Mama says. Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Pretty much everything they own is non-modern, even by the standards of the 70s. Most of it belonged to previous Hewitts and anything new is most likely from some unfortunate traveler. Tommy has always liked using the old sewing machine though, even when he was little and didn’t cover his face. Now he’s skilled enough to repurpose the clothes and belongings that get brought in, besides making his masks.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Rainy days aren’t much different from sunny ones if there’s work to be done. The winter rains are something he enjoys, just because it’s a nice change from the usual heat. He gets tired of it quick though, especially when the flooding keeps travelers away and there’s no new meat to look forward to. It’s nice to have a few slow days but he needs to work, to be productive and take care of the family, and it makes him restless not having his usual duties.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Seeing someone he cares about hurt or crying would upset him and he might curl around you, whining, but he doesn’t know what to do when he’s upset, let alone how to comfort someone else. It’s likely to get him more agitated than you are, and the only thing he knows to do when he’s hurting is get angry. He’s not got much of a temper usually, but any sort of distress will set him off, scratching and biting at himself, or worse.

He also doesn’t take comfort very well when he’s upset. Depending on the situation it’s best to leave him to himself, until he’s calmed down on his own. Attention and fussing will only make him angry and nervous. If he gets too bad then Hoyt can usually reign him in, and luckily you’ve never found out what happens when he can’t.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He doesn’t speak, but once you get used to his body language it’s not hard to communicate at all. It’s easiest when he can respond to something you say or ask, but he’s not going to play charades to get his point across. If it can’t be said with a few grunts or pointing then it’s not getting said.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

It’s often Hoyt and Mama who make dinner, so you, Tommy and Monty will wait in the living room, watching TV until it’s time to eat. He’ll listen to you and Monty arguing over the remote, drown out the noise of the old Western you finally settle on and nap on the couch with you curled into his side. V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Usually he’s not much for showing off, but that changes when you’re around. Usually it’s when he’s helping you around the house - sure, he didn’t need to lift the entire goddamn table over his head for you to sweep under, but it worked, didn’t it?

W = Wedding (When, how?) It’s not so much a wedding as a big family dinner. It’s really more for Mama’s sake, since she can’t give you a traditional wedding like she’d want. Henrietta and her family come up to the house for the occasion and you spend all day in the kitchen, cooking with the older women. Tommy sticks around for the food, but he’s in and out after the eating is done. Most of the evening is spent around the cluttered table or out on the porch, listening to stories and receiving not-so-subtle hints about grandchildren.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Tommy really doesn’t like music, at all. He doesn’t mind the old radio playing in the kitchen, or the TV, but he won’t use them himself. He will listen to the news every once in a while, but he only puts it on for white noise when he’s sewing or working upstairs.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

As far as he’s concerned, you already are married. There’s no rings (unless you want one, in which case he’s got a collection in the basement) or ceremony, but he sees it as more of a promise between the two of you. You’re already family and that’s about as official as the Hewitts get.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

He’s not much for animals really. The family keeps chickens and pigs when they can, but they’re meant for meat and eggs. The feral dogs in the fields come around sometimes to get scraps and bones and he’s been around cattle for most of his life, but he doesn’t see a reason to keep a pet. Animals have uses, like people do, and that’s the only reason he’d keep one around.

[daddyconfessions]

sugar tales: Lady Ratchet

I met LADY RATCHET on CL about several years ago. It was the good old days when a guy could post an ad and not worry about it being deleted. Things went quick with Lady Ratchet too. After a few days of emails and text, I picked her up from some gated apts and took her to an upscale restaurant.  It was chilly that night. She had on a fur coat and a long dress that hugged her figure. Dark skinned sister with hazel eyes. Looking back on it I’d say she was hiding something underneath, but I never got the dress off to see.

As we walk into the restaurant we both noticed Sway from MTV sitting at a table surrounded by a bunch of girls and some dudes. Sway was a VJ and reporter at MTV for awhile. He also reports for something else but can’t remember what. Has his own radio show now.

We get seated and order drinks. By the time they come, we spark up what could have been a pretty decent conversation. But every few minutes she gazed over at the table Sway was at. She made little comments like, “Damn ain’t no room over there for me”  and “I wonder how long he’s here for.”  I should have been offended but tbh I was just really getting into sugaring so I was very excited to even be taking a chick out.  Feeling all lucky and stuff. She puts in an order for food and I just order an appetizer since I wasn’t really hungry. The waiter asks for the menu but she wants to keep hers. That was a precursor for things to come.

The food arrives and she takes a few bites as we talk. When the waiter comes back and asks if we’re ok she grabs and looks at other dishes. “I think I’m getting something else,” she says, perusing the dishes. The waiter asked if something was wrong with her plate and she said no. “I just want something else.” He tried to take the dish as he left but she wouldn’t let him.

We get back to talking again but now she’s really staring at Sways table off and on, tuning out our conversation. A few people have gone over and asked for his autograph and others have gathered around the table.

The dish comes and she moves her other plate to the side. She takes a few bites as we chat about what we both want out of the relationship in between he trying to see whats going on at Sway’s table.  10 minutes later the waiter has returned and now she’s ordering a 3rd drink by this point. She hadn’t finished the other two she’d ordered. “I always wanted to taste this,” she says. The waiter looked at me and I shrugged. “Get her what she wants.” Again he tries to clear the table but she doesn’t want to lose anything yet.

When the waiter comes back with the drink she’s found another dish to order. Lady Ratchet’s only taken a few bits of the last dish. This time when he leaves he makes a fuss about the table. “Ma’am you won’t have room for the dish when I come back. Can we at least put some things in a doggie bag?” She accepts and the poor chap disappears again.

“Damn I should have brought my CD,” she tells me looking over at Sway. “Oh you sing?” I ask, sipping on one of her unfinished drinks I’ve commandeered. “Yes,” she tells me and she starts humming a few verses to some song she wrote.

“What do you think?” she asks. I think she needs to keep her day job. But I say, “You sound good girl. You gone be famous.”

The waiter returns with a few cartons for the excess food as well as another waitress carrying her latest dish. The waitress sits it in front of me but our waiter says, “No its for her.” The waitress looks at me quizzically then smirks. I happen to glance at the table across from us and the folks over there have taken a keen interest in our table top which now looks like a buffet gone wrong.

Before the waiter and waitress can leave she wants another drink. They take the order and leave and I’m sure they have a pretty interesting conversation in the kitchen, much to my chagrin.

“I’ma go over there,” she announces. “Next bitch gets up from the table.” Then something snaps inside me. Not sure what. Maybe it’s the alcohol from her drink but my inner hood comes out. “Why?” I ask. “He’s got a dozen girls over there,” I say nodding towards the table. “And all of them look better than you.  So take another sip of your drink and try some more of the delicious food I’m buying.”

“Oh I’m sorry,” she says and prissy now. Then adds something to the affect, “I didn’t mean to make you jealous.”

“You’re not  making me jealous,” I remember saying. “You’re just being disrespectful.”

“You’re right baby,” she concedes and for the remainder of the evening she continues to order shit but leaves her aspirations of being a R&B singer and groupie alone. We get back to talking. Lady Ratchet wants someone to help her get an apartment and a car. No problem. I got it. My father always told me to listen to a person and they’ll tell you everything you want to know. I listen to LR and turns out she’s lost both apt and car being irresponsible.  In addition to getting them she wants them paid for monthly. She’s starting a new job that following Monday so if I take care of those big bills as well as lights, etc., she’ll be good. As we dive into the conversation further I find out she’s skipped out on a few places before the lease was up. The last 2 cars got repo’d.

Geez I can pick them. It would be a recurring theme for years to come.

“CHECK PLEASE,” I signal to the waiter as he walks by. I can tell this isn’t going anywhere. My goals changed as well. I quickly go from rescuing this groupie chick to simply hitting the kitty a few times and dumping her. I was more savage back then. Not my finer moment.

The check comes  and the waiter clears his throat as he says, “That’ll be $256.23”.

Usually they don’t announce the amount. I smile back as he puts the bill on the table in front of me. I think he’s going to leave but he stays behind. “Yea….I can take that for you now sir”. I’m tell him to come back in a minute and bring some more cartons for Lady Ratchet over here. He comes back in less than a minute. “Is payment ready sir?” he asks, dropping the cartons on the table. I pull out a wad of cash and drop $300. “Keep the change,” I tell him.

He returns with a plastic bag to hold all of the cartons of food this chick has ordered. “Oh,” she tells me.  “Ima eat good for the  next few days.”

I bet. We walk out with all the extra food cartons in bags, looking like we just went shopping for a bunch of shoes or something.

The sugar gods must have been laughing because outside we run into Sway, chatting up some fine ass Middle Eastern chick. Lady Ratchets seizes the opportunity, “Hold these,” she says, shoving the bags into me. I take them as she runs over to Sway who was clearly well on his way to getting some Persian kitty. Bastard.

“Excuse me,” she says. “Are you Sway? “

“Yes I am,” he says. She starts chatting him up. His chicks looking displaced along with me now. I walk up looking like a fucking loser with all these bags and shit. I ask him if that’s his voice I hear on Boondocks. He smiles and does a quick impersonation for me. I thank him and I become a groupie for a minute as I shake his hands. I start to say something but Lady Ratchet chimes in asking if he’s looking for any new talent. I look over at the displaced chick he was talking to and think “He’s got all the talent he needs tonight.”

Then Lady Ratchet drops to a new low. She starts humming a few notes from her wack ass song. Sway’s like

The he says some dismissive shit like, “ That’s good that’s good. Keep working on that.” Just curving that ass low key style. I manage to drag her thirsty ass away and we head to the car. “Damn. Damn. Damn” she’s saying. I put all the food in my trunk and get in the car. “Dammmmmnnn” she cries again. “I wish I had my CD. Fuck.”

“Its alright baby,” I say. But really I’m thinking you need some singing lessons. As we head towards her house we pass by a sex store. She wants go in. “I never been in one of those before,” she says. I make a U turn and pull into the parking lot. Inside she looks at all the lingerie and sex toys before stopping at the shoes. “Heeeeeeyyyy I want these,” she says indicating a pair of clear bottom stripper stilettos with 6 inch heels. They want $400 for them. I’m like, “Is your job this Monday stripping?” She says no. She just likes the shoes. I tell her, “Then where are you going to wear these heels at? She can’t even really wear these to club without people trying to pick you up.” I generally don’t care how a SB spends the money I give her or what she wants to buy. But, no way was a buying this homeless chick a pair of $400 shoes. That’s all the miscellaneous fees she’ll need for her apartment. She frowns and we settle on a dildo and a rabbit.

As we head out I say something slimely like, “When can I use those on you?” She’s like, “We can get a room tonight.” Sweet. I make a straight line to the motel. Inside the room my dick is hard as a rock and Im wondering if the those toys need batteries. She only pulls off her coat and gets on the bed though. I take off my shoes and my shirt leaving on my Tshirt and jeans.

I spend the next hour watching TV in a cheap hotel. Like “Motel and Chill”. Each time I try to get the dress off or kiss or anything she tells me she just wants to chill. Even tells me since she’s staying with her aunt she sleeps on the couch. She has no privacy whatsoever and this is the first alone time she’s had.

This shit goes on for about an hour. Just laying in the bed watching CNN and music videos and stuff. Finally I throw in the towel and start getting dressed. But she doesn’t want to leave. We go another 30 minutes before I insist we leave since I won’t be getting any kitty. We get back in the car and head back to her place. At the apartments I pull up to to the gate and ask her for the code. “I don’t have it,” she tells me. “We have to wait for someone to go in.”

Come on man! So I back up and wait in one of the parking spots by the leasing office. Car after car passes by on the street but none pull in. 45 minutes later I’ve asked the question “Uh, you can’t call someone to come  open the gate or give you the code?” 3 times. Finally she tells me they or whomever she’s staying with refuses to give her the code. She doesn’t even have a key to the place but someone will get up and let her in. Says they don’t trust her. “See Daddy, that’s why I need you to get me these things so we won’t have these problems.” I guy comes out a side gate, gets into a parked car and drives away. “We can’t use that gate?”I ask. “No,” she replies. “They are locked and you can only get out if you open it from the inside.” I inspect the gate and I don’t see how I can possibly get a hand in to turn the handle to open it.

Another 30 minutes go by of sitting in the car. I look at my phone and it’s after 2am. My wife hasn’t called yet but she’s probably sleep and hasn’t realized how long I’ve been gone. But I can’t be bothered with that at the moment. I got to get this bum bitch out of my car. Meanwhile she’s saying stuff like, “Someone should be here soon…” and “Nobody coming home tonight?” or “I’m so sorry baby. I know you have to go.” Then the sugar angels fly over my car and bless me with an idea. I see a place in a nearby fence that is fairly low. Low enough for me to climb over. If I stand on some type of metal box, probably a transformer or A/C, I can get me foot up and onto the fence and climb over.  I tell Lady Ratchet my plans, grab the food from the trunk, hand it to her and tell her to be ready when I open the gate the guy had come out of earlier. I jog over to the gate on some Mission Impossible type of shit. Only my mission is to get this chick out of my car! I could hear the MI music playing in the background as I climb on the metal thing or whatever,  get on the fence and a second later I’m on the apartment grounds.

Ethan Hunt in this bitch.

I walk fast through the apartment grounds, trying to find my way around to the gate. I got lost twice or just made the wrong turn depending on how you look at it. 20 minutes later I push the gate open and I hear the Mission Impossible music go off. I wave at my car and Lady Ratchet gets out with all the bags of food and comes towards me. When she gets to me she tells me thanks and tries to kiss me but I turn my head away. “I’ll see you later,” she says as I step outside the gate and let it close. I didn’t reply. I get back to my car and drive 100mph to get home. I get home and the wife is out cold. I slide in between the sheets like I’ve been there all night and fall to sleep.

The next two days she sends a few emails one saying “I know you’re upset about what happened. But I …” Fuck it. I close the email before even reading it.

I remember thinking at the time, if this is how its going to be as a sugar daddy then I’m done!

[leoswritingcorner]

all down hill (chapter 12 1/2)

alrighty sooo i decided to go with a time skip, but i had most of this chapter written out and it could be a stand alone. i really wanted to post it, but not to da. there’s also a kinda note at the end of this if your lovely child is in this story!

Brown boxes crowd one corner of Lucky’s bedroom. Stuffed to the brim with books and various novelties and knick knacks, another larger trash bag packed with old school papers and the things deemed unworthy to make it in the ‘big move’.

Jamie presses down carefully on a box, sealing up the top, and dusts it off with a swipe of her hand. “Like, are you totally sure about this?” She asks Lucky, looking to her. “I mean…moving to the attic?”

“It’s better than the basement.” Lucky reasons, yanking a few hidden boxes from the top shelf of the closet, giving them a quick look through before tossing them in the direction of the trash bag. It had been a long time coming. There was only so much German death metal Lucky could handle, or the unbearable stench that seeped through the walls from Eric’s room. Among other insufferable things.

It took some convincing and slight pleading, but finally, her father and Liane resign. Lucky could pack up her room and move into the attic. Only after it was clean and refurbished. Both Lucky and her father working tirelessly to make it livable and comfortable. Last night, they finished their work and Lucky was eager to move in. She called up Vivi, Lucy, and Jamie to ask for their help. Jamie only arriving fifteen minutes ago, while Lucy and Vivi ventured out for lunch.

Jamie purses her lips in thought, and nods. “Yeah you like totally have the creepiest basement ever.” She agrees, remembering the blinding florescent lights of the drafty basement below and the ominous atmosphere. “The attic is waaay better.”

“Well, why don’t ya come up and see it for yourself?” Lucky suggests, hopping down from the step stool, and leads Jamie out of the room. “Stairways a bit narrow, but it’s better than those usual rickety ladder lookin’ ones.” She continues, glancing back to Jamie.

“Definitely.” Jamie agrees, taking careful steps, stopping before a sanded down door above their heads.

Lucky smiles. “Sorry, still needs paint. I’m picky about the color.” She says, before pushing the door open wide, and they both poke their heads into the attic.

“Ta-da!” Lucky announces proudly, opening her arms wide.

Jamie blinks, gazing around slowly. It’s a lot more spacious than what she had pictured. It’s also a lot cozier and welcoming with fairy lights hang from rafter to rafter, and sheer sheets draped along them.

Lucky rolls across the floor to a fluffy galaxy print rug, grinning like a true dork. “Stunned speechless, Jam?”

“Kinda, yeah.” Jamie finally giggles, stepping into the room. “Lucky, you and your dad totally went, like, up and beyond!” she says. “Good call on moving to the attic.”

Lucky nods, pointing up to a door on the ceiling. “But that’s gonna be the best part of all this. Daddy is gonna build a small balcony where I can keep my telescope and do all my sky watchin’” She says excitedly. “He’s gonna start on that soon, I can’t wait.”

Jamie goes to reply and instead squeals when two more heads pop in through the door way.

Lucy holds up a few bags of McDonald’s, lifting a brow as an easy grin came to her. “We bring gifts from afar.” She declares, setting the food down. “Bout time you showed up, Jams. Lucky has been itching to show this off to everyone.”

“Just the important people.” Lucky corrects.

“Does that include Clyde?” Vivi asks cheekily, settling next to Lucky. She laughs when Lucky’s hand whaps lightly against her arm. “Judging from all that blushing I see, it is a yes.”

Lucy wiggles her eyebrows, sitting across from them. “Is that why only the bed is set up?”

Lucky rolls her eyes, taking her bag of food. “We’ve only been together for a month.” She grumbles, fishing out a few fries. “Can we just eat?” She asks quickly after, hoping to change the subject completely.

“Think we’ll be finished by today?” Jamie questions, sitting next to Lucy, taking her food.

“Maybe.” Lucky replies, with a slight shrug. “We’ll probably just move everythin’ up here. But the unpackin’?” She trails off with an unsure hiss, and shrugs again. “I might live out of the boxes for a few days.”

“Amateur.” Lucy says, lifting her chin. “When I came back from my vacation, I lived out of my suitcase for two weeks.”

Jamie’s jaw drops. “Lucy! Like, how in the world?” She asks in astonishment. Lucy waves her hand as if it was nothing.

“I pack heavy.”

“Non.” Vivi speaks up, shaking her head. “We’ll stay here the night and ‘elp if we ‘ave to. You are not living out of boxes, Luckstar.” She wrinkles her nose. “Besides, ‘ow long ‘as it been since we all slept over together?”

Lucy pauses slightly, tilting her head. “Uuh, oh shit. When was the last time?” She wonders, leaning back on her hands. Jamie goes to answer but stops herself short with a quiet ‘oh shoot’ and shakes her head.

“Exactly.” Vivi says. “We should celebrate, also. No more German death metal, or that questionable stench from that asswad’s room.”

“Thank you!” Lucky throws up her arms. “You’re right though, it’s been a while and we should celebrate. Y’all wanna stay the night?” She looks to each of them.

“Doesn’t matter if you asked or not.” Lucy replies. “We’re staying.”

*

‘r u really going to make me climb?’

Lucky smiles, reading over the text message, wiggling down further under the quilts. She types a quick message back. ‘Yes, seems like the romantic thing to do’

She takes a careful peek out from under the quilt. Vivi is snuggled on the other side of the bed. Jamie and Lucy sharing an air mattress, all deep asleep. After a long day of moving, unpacking, eating junk food, and terrorizing her step-brother, it wasn’t a surprise they were out like lights.

Outside there’s a snap of a branch, a sharp ‘damn it!’ following.

Lucky covers her mouth, biting back the laugh rising in her throat, quietly slipping out of bed. The window wasn’t as big as the bedrooms’ but still wide enough to let someone pass through. Unlatching the old lock practically rivals cannon fire, each squeak sounding louder than the last. Lucky cringes and looks over to the girls. All still asleep.

A figure in the tree across from the window waits, and carefully steps onto the sill when the window doors finally open. “So, this is romantic?” Clyde whispers, leaning down, catching Lucky’s lips in a quick kiss. The tinier brunette bounces on her toes, giving him a playful smile.

“Very romantic.” She nods. “Sneakin’ over at…” She looks to her alarm clock. “12:30 am, just to see me and give me kisses. Or were ya out for Taco Bell with Craig and suddenly just remembered me?”

Clyde coughs lightly, and peers into the room. “Your new room looks pretty kickass.” He comments, sitting down on the sill. Lucky smiles proudly.

“Gotta owe some of the credit to the girls, they helped a lot with the decorating, and redecorating.” She says softly, leaning against him. Clyde’s arm wraps around her waist. “I gotta say, a lot of change is goin’ on.”

“Good change?” Clyde asks, looking to her. Lucky nods, tilting her head back, pressing a kiss to his chin.

“Good change. Usually, things changin’ so quickly or often makes me nervous. Or, really just any change at all. It really didn’t turn out for the better.” Lucky says. “But lately, it’s been pretty alright. I can’t help but wonder what else is comin’ down the line.”

Clyde smiles. “Good or bad?”

“I prefer the good.” Lucky hums. “But the bad is what makes the good seem so…well, good. So, I guess both.” She finishes with a giggle. Clyde hugs her close, nuzzling against her curls.

“Then I’ll be there, good or bad change.” He promises. Lucky feels herself pause and melt all at once at his words. Her arms loop around his neck, and she leans up closer to him.

“Ya mean it, Sugar?” She whispers, pressing her head to his. Clyde nods.

“I mean it, Angel.”

Behind them, they miss the sleepy grins that Lucy and Vivi share with each other.

(so the time skip is going to senior year of hs, and i’m aiming to wrap this story up in five more chapters. if there’s any thing super significant you need me to know, or any changes made from the timeline, like colleges, moving, relationships, etc please lemme know!)

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autochoris yeol | chansoo, 2k, r

(this of course applies to any fic, but this especially is a Not all aces fic, just an individual experience I wanted to write about. autochoris is defined as 'a disconnect between oneself and a sexual target/object of arousal' ie having fantasies, an interest in porn etc anyway I dont see much ace fic getting more in depth with exploring how these kinds of things can be, so this is exploring a relationship and negotiation for an ace who has an active but disconnected interest (+ I Always low-key write pcy as autochoris - the first of these drabbles was him messily trying to explain, so this is a more active exploration of it☀︎ me w my head in my hands: why have I written 3k of pcy fretting over jerking off)

others in this drabble set: 🍃

soft s/o to @sarangkris​ autochoris-writing partner in crime 👍

"Hey, I dunno if now is ok but– I like this one," Chanyeol announces as he speeds into the room, MacBook open and tucked between his chest and the crook of his elbow.

Kyungsoo shifts over on the couch, still reading. The smack of the laptop on the table jolts his nerves, but it's the sounds coming from it that has him forgetting what line he was even on. He blinks slowly, from the screen back to his book. It's porn. Ok then.

"Uh." Chanyeol clears his throat. Hoisting his feet up so he can tuck himself in knees to chest makes the couch cushion dip, tilting Kyungsoo. "Sorry, I didn't realise you were doing something."

Kyungsoo looks back to the screen. He tilts his head, then closes the book in his lap. "I've forgotten everything I just read."

"I didn't– were you studying? I'm sorry, I didn't think. It.." Chanyeol is all but disappearing into his hoodie now, somehow sinking away into it like he's dissolving. Kyungsoo kind of was studying, but the tips of Chanyeol's ears are as scarlet as his hair. He was basically at the end of that paragraph anyway.

"I was due a break." Kyungsoo glances at the screen again as he leans over to set his book on the table. It looks fairly standard - a cheap rental apartment, two guys around their age - and that kind of makes it cuter that Chanyeol charged in here at such a speed with it. "Yeollie, I thought you were working." He's trying to sound accusing, but it's hard to keep a straight face with all that wet noise in the background.

Chanyeol kicks his feet out from under himself, unbalancing. "I was! I did- I finished all the editing. I was due a break too." He's flushed hot right across the back of his neck as he tucks his legs back in. Kyungsoo pats the couch, just beside his foot.

On screen the two boys have moved from the couch to the bed, seemingly making twice as much noise now they have twice as much room. It's not really Kyungsoo's thing, these setups made to look like two actors are a real couple. For a while it's more interesting just watching Chanyeol watch, sleeve covering his mouth and his eyes wide as Kyungsoo's ever seen them. He's taken with it for whatever reason.

"So, you like this one," Kyungsoo prompts when he's had enough of that. The video is Japanese and heavily pixelated, and Chanyeol must only understand every few words. This is all.. Kyungsoo couldn't really place what exactly it is, but he'd be mussing Chanyeol's hair and kissing his flushed cheeks if boundaries allowed. Touching when Chanyeol's like this is negotiable, but considering how tightly balled up he is Kyungsoo can take a guess.

"It's just, y'know, if we were gonna, then-" Chanyeol looks away at the keyboard as he says that. "It looks nice, like, hypothetically."

"Yeah?" Kyungsoo shifts just a little, so he's leaning more towards Chanyeol. It's always hypothetical, though less often that it's as direct as this. Chanyeol often finds things he likes, shows (or texts, or blurts it out over breakfast) to Kyungsoo, hoping Kyungsoo will incorporate it in their play sometime. But this.. ok. "Which one are you?"

"Which one do you think," Chanyeol says right into his sleeve, but if only from the tone Kyungsoo catches it. He's not sure if Chanyeol's just getting apprehensive because they don't normally do things like this (or because Kyungsoo was studying, or because..just because moods shift; there's no faultless way of doing this). Or because the fantasy is a little less seamless like this, maybe. Bodies and positions don't matter when it's just words - it doesn't have to make sense how actions transition or how plausible the scenario is.

"Ah, that one," Kyungsoo replies. He looks to the left of the screen and feels in the dip of the cushion Chanyeol trying and failing not to squirm. Chanyeol doesn't always want to be (hypothetically) fucked, but Kyungsoo figures he does now. And that guy is barely 5'6". Kyungsoo's a good boyfriend, and Chanyeol's already flustered, so he just says, "Hypothetically, yeah.

We don't do this together much." It's on the tip of Kyungsoo's tongue to ask if Chanyeol's finally tired out what Kyungsoo offers. It's a joke - Chanyeol never, ever gets any less sensitive to it. "This one special?" He asks instead. Chanyeol's used the word hypothetical maybe 700 times in the months they've been doing this; he's paranoid enough without Kyungsoo playfully hinting that this is a bad sign.

Chanyeol makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a little cough. Kyungsoo prefers his porn in still pictures and writing, if any, so on his part they don't really share. Unless Chanyeol flicks through at his own pace, usually with his nose wrinkled. "I don't normally find stuff that's nice all the way through," Chanyeol says, "I can just close my eyes. On my own- whatever they're doing. I can just skip parts or not watch. But I like this one." The would-be-Kyungsoo flips would-be-Chanyeol easily onto his front, dips down and sucks a kiss into his shoulder. Chanyeol coughs into his sleeve again. Kyungsoo realises then that Chanyeol's already given this entire clip a test drive. "Is it ok?"

Kyungsoo nods before he even asks, "That you're showing me?"

Chanyeol clamps his teeth together for a long moment before he nods, too. That wasn't what he meant.

"You mean would I want to do it?" Kyungsoo tries again, and Chanyeol nods immediately this time.

It's.. well, it's just straightforward sex. Kyungsoo can't say he sees the appeal in recreating a fumbling first time himself, but then Chanyeol's never had to experience one. Whether it's natural or well-acted they're both clumsy and sweet, and as these things go Kyungsoo supposes they've got the fake connection thing down pretty well.

From experience Kyungsoo knows Chanyeol likes the idea of being held down, opened up, adored the entire time- this isn't anything surprising. Just pretty boring. And not even at a good angle, in his opinion. But they look in love, and as a visual that's evidently working for Chanyeol. "You're so cute, you know?" Chanyeol purses his lips tight and Kyungsoo smiles at him, lopsided. "I'm not teasing. You are. And that can be us."

Kyungsoo points to the boy face down in the sheets, half Chanyeol's size, rocking back against two fingers. One less than Kyungsoo usually (hypothetically) gives Chanyeol. To Kyungsoo the guy kneeling behind him seems like he's mostly just guessing at how to do this and what happens next. If it really was them Kyungsoo wouldn't be unsure like that, but nagging as that thought is that's not the point. "That's you. That's me," Kyungsoo says. When he looks back Chanyeol is biting his lip instead.

Considering there's everything left to happen, there's only 8 minutes of the video left, and at least one of those will be the scene winding down, maybe he needs a little direction.

"Chanyeollie, are you going to catch up?" Kyungsoo asks softly, a smile in his tone. Chanyeol's back straightens a little. He still looks caught off guard, silly pup.

As usual Chanyeol's in clothes that swamp him, but Kyungsoo could tell he was getting uncomfortable from the way his squirming shifted from full body wriggles to these small stiff movements that won't create friction. Chanyeol groans something under his breath as he immediately does just that, pushing a hand under the long hem of his shirt.

"There you go," Kyungsoo praises absently, pretending it's only because he's interested in the video that he's not watching Chanyeol figure out how to get comfortable and keep everything under his clothing.

Kyungsoo drifts between the screen and Chanyeol, keeping an eye on the time, watching his hand jerking rapid under his clothes. Kyungsoo doesn't need boundaries, but Chanyeol was waiting for him to say that it's ok, and now he's flushed so dark he looks like he might blow a blood vessel before anything else.

Maybe this just isn't Kyungsoo's kind of thing, because he's translating most of the action into words in his head - to save and use later - rather than he is any kind of interested by it. He looks away again when he hears a quiet call of his name, but Chanyeol doesn't look aware that he did it. Much more interesting.

"Yeollie." Kyungsoo shifts just a little closer, repeats it until he has Chanyeol's focus. "Can I touch?" He asks, and Chanyeol stills for a moment. "Is that alright?"

Without the rustle of fabric and with Chanyeol suddenly holding his breath, the sound from the video is suddenly louder. Even Kyungsoo knows what a few of those words mean. (But then he does have a boyfriend who's learning Japanese. And into hentai.)

"Yeah," Chanyeol blinks away from the screen and starts breathing again with a hitch. "Touch if you want." Slowly and then steadily Chanyeol finds his pace again, sinking back into the couch. Kyungsoo quickly has a hand on his thigh, the other thumbing around the hot shell of his ear. He rakes his short nails through Chanyeol's hair, down his nape. On screen the couple are facing each other now, locked together. Would-be-Kyungsoo is jerking his would-be-Chanyeol faster than he's fucking him, both of them willing him to come first. The panting is so loud it distorts out of the speakers a little.

"That's you, and that's me," Kyungsoo reminds Chanyeol, kissing the thick tendon standing out below his jaw. Chanyeol makes the most helpless little sound, so Kyungsoo grips his leg just a bit tighter. Kyungsoo's got him, whether this is successful in the end or just new and kind of scary.

In moments of would-be-Chanyeol streaking his belly and would-be-Kyungsoo's hand, Chanyeol's pace falters, his hips lifting from the couch. He's only watching out of the corner of his eye now, half focused, half lost in his head. Kyungsoo is the only person Chanyeol wants to have sex with, and even then he doesn't want to have sex at all. Kyungsoo uses his weight and his muscle, touches Chanyeol's back and ears and sometimes his throat. He tells Chanyeol so many filthy (hypothetical) things he could do (is doing, with some imagination) to him. And It was never all that awkward, with Kyungsoo already preferring his porn in words and Chanyeol easy to figure out.

Doing it this way is definitely really different - none of the intimacy of a scenario created just for him. A lot of distracting noise. And usually they're in bed, or the shower, or Chanyeol's at least not suddenly regretting everything as his senses come back to him pretty much the moment the now sticky lining of his sweats plasters to his skin. Ugh.

"I'm gonna.. We can talk, I'll just.." he holds his wet hand safely away from his hoodie and the couch cushions. The five second peak maybe wasn't worth the gross that's followed.

"Yeah, you go." Chanyeol's unsteady on his legs, so Kyungsoo gives him a helping push to get him upright. "I'll be here. No rush," Kyungsoo reassures him, picking his book back up and hiding a smile behind it at the sight of Chanyeol waddling away to the bathroom.

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So allow me to elaborate, it may be a long one, and i'm on mobile so cut me some slack.Skip to the bottom for the Tl;DR. Read for all the juicy details.Me (M 23) and this girl (21) have been friends for over a year now. We met through a friend of mine that actually dated her for about 5 months. So we casually went back and fourth with the occasional conversation every now and then, no biggie. We decided we wanted to hangout and catch up casually. After letting my friend know, and getting his blessing we hung out and it was all normal.She is very very attractive and I have always thought this since the day we met. I'm not the greatest looking guy but girls actually love having me around, I guess I am fun to be with or something. Now with that being said, it never was my intention to be more than just a good friend to her.So let me give you some more info about myself. I do not really date. The idea of labels makes me quite nauseous even. Rarely do I find a girl that can hold my attention. Even if I were able to I am to busy with personal life and my career to put in the effort that a relationship would deserve, therefore I don't even bother.So anyways, we are casually talking one evening, December 22nd to be exact, we both discover we have to do almost all of our Christmas shopping still. I bring up the idea and she says she would love to go and we can shop together. So that happens, and it's no big deal, we get all of that done and have fun together shopping around etc.So I text her and let her know:" hey thank you, I appreciate you shopping with me. You took something I was dreading and actually made it enjoyable"So fast forward to Christmas eve, just texting while i'm at work. I jokingly bring up the idea of her joining me and my family for Christmas festivities.Me: "Hey, you should come and pretend to be my girlfriend for the holidays, it would make me look great""Lol just kidding."Her: "Really? because I totally would."So at this point I have a semi existential crisis for 37 seconds and debate if I do want her to come or not. So that ends and I decide, hey why not. I obviously care about this girl as a friend and she's very fun to be around. Also, this will probably be one of my great grandparents last Christmas, if not last due to deteriorating health. I have never brought a girl around, and this gorgeous lovely young lady would be a pleasure to have over.So the evening begins and we get over to my families house, packed in we introduce her to everyone as her name but no label etc.. Now... This entire time my family is obviously "Wow how did he land a girl like you" etc; and the entire time she never had mentioned being just my friend or anything. She went along with it all. She sat close, I put my arm around her, nothing too dramatic but just little things, and it was all received well. My family absolutely loved her and all of them hit it off fantastically. That made me very happy.At this point after all of that it is finished, she is noticeably tired, therefore I offer to drive her home, or follow her at the very least to make sure she arrives safely. She insists that it is unnecessary however, I wasn't comfortable letting her drive, because she has fallen asleep at the wheel before. So me being semi clever somewhat change the subject to wrapping the gifts we had bought. She hasn't done any wrapping whatsoever, nor have I. So I bring up the idea of wrapping with her at her house.She invites me to her place and we wrap presents. Her parents come home to us wrapping and we chit chat for a little while, they ask me about my career and I share with them how many hours I work etc.. Her father then asked where does all my money go to, and I tell him, Savings account, jamming as much possible into 401K, and a investment portfolio. (thanks r/personalfinance) This man was just absolutely blown away, and told his daughter that she better keep me around as long as possible. We both glance it off as nothing and laugh.Now, finished up wrapping and realizing it is around 12:30AM we say Merry Christmas and decide that we both should be getting to bed. I leave and text her when i'm home telling her that I never would've expected to spend the holidays with her and bring her around my family as I did. But at the same time I never would want it to be any different than it was.So fast forward, and here's where we really get into the interesting part. It is new year's eve during the day. She texted me to see if I had anything planned and I hadn't really other than palling around with a couple male friends of mine. I tell her that is my plan but say, "unless you'd like to do something" and she is very insistent that I not blow of my friends for her.Time goes bye and I text her later on in the evening and say "hey, me and my buddies are not going to be together, do you still have nothing to do?" She still has nothing to do, so she invites me over and obviously I oblige.I threw out the offer to grab a small bottle of wine or something for us to stay in and enjoy in celebration of the New Year. She said no thank you, she was not in the mood to drink this evening so that is fine with me and I proceed to her house.Upon arriving and sitting with her and talking for awhile she then offers "Do you want a drink?" I say, no thank you I have my water that I brought. She then rephrases and says (this is my favorite thing ever by the way) "No sir, I mean would you like to have a drink with me" With an almost devious look in her eye. It melted me, I don't know why, but maybe the way she looked when she said it. So I replied back: "Well what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't oblige a gorgeous lady such as yourself, and have a drink with you"So at this point we crack open a bottle of Grey Goose, and mix it with red bull to stay awake for the new year. I make it clear to her that I would drink, but only if she could shelter me for the evening. She says yes of course, that is fine. So we start to drink around 11:30PM.We take a brief pause of our conversation to turn on the tv and watch the ball drop in her bedroom where the only working TV is. She then shows me a couple new bralettes that she just purchased, and says "they're hot right?" Jokingly. So obviously I answer yes, they are.So her neighbor calls, and invites us to walk over and celebrate with them so we do for awhile. While there, the alcohol starts to kick in, and she is very touchy to me. Laying her head on my shoulder etc. I enjoy this a lot, honestly. So I play along and let it go.Then we go back to her house and she turns music on. She starts dancing around and singing so naturally I join in with her and we are dancing and singing around her kitchen having the time of our lives.NOW, the alcohol really kicks in, we are both drunk, but not trashed. And I sit down in a kitchen chair to check my phone. She comes over, and takes my phone out of my hand and sets it on the table, then proceeds to push me back in my seat, and then does an insane "lap dance" out of nowhere. (hate that term bc this was much better than any lap dance)So I panicked, not knowing what to do for a good two minutes so I didn't do anything. Now this went on for awhile before I realized this was no joke, and she was really into it. So I started placing my hands up and down her body, and getting romantically and sexually physical back.She then got up and went to the counter to pick a new song. I got up with her and followed her over to the counter and we start dancing there. Granted we probably look like a couple inebriated buffoons, but oh my was it fun.So I turn her around and pick her up and sit her up on the counter. we began talking, mainly me telling her how crazy she is, but how much fun I was having. She then gave me some very choice body language and multiple cues so I went in for a gentle kiss.Man. A gentle kiss never exploded so hard before in my life into pure passion. She grabbed me and I grabbed her and we pulled each other so tight it was crazy. Then she got down and we went back at it, she slammed me into a wall, knocking winter decorations onto the floor. Pulled me over to the kitchen table, threw everything off of it and laid down. It was absolutely epic. Once again not my favorite word but nothing else comes even close to describing it besides epic.So anyways this goes on for no less than 45 minutes. Hands all over her body, neck kissing, lip biting everything. I stop her and say "We are drunk, and I am completely okay with this, but we can not do nothing else"I would like to think that is somewhat chivalrous of me. Also, I believe that surprised her but made her very happy. So the night went on and we kept up at it. I tell her how attractive I have always found her, but this was never quite my intention. She says that she hopes this doesn't make our friendship weird etc.So we go to bed and call it to an end around 4:15 in the morning. Nothing happens besides some cuddling and we fall asleep.Morning comes, and I'm half awake, expecting a very awkward moment when we both wake up, but i'm not going to skip out on her even though it did cross my mind. A few minutes go by and I feel her start to stir around, she nudges up against me and pushed closer towards me and lays her head on my shoulder and says good morning.Now this is when it all hits me, that I would do it all over again. I loved it. I'm sober and I still feel the same way about her as I did at 4AM. THIS is not a common feeling for me at all. That's what stands out to me.So we have hung out since then and nothing is awkward at all. If anything she is more enjoyable to be with now. I have definitely grown some very more than friend feelings for her now since then but it's still a delicate situation. She gives off little cues like laying her head on my arm while we drive and small little things etc. But I am still not sure because it's mainly still very strictly friendship-py stuff. But she is way happier of a person when we are together, and she's very willing to hangout almost every day with me.Also, she is still open to the idea of drinking with me for her birthday this weekend. I jokingly said "maybe we shouldn't drink together anymore" she whined and said "why not?!" Like she would almost be willing to try it all over again.•So the reason why I am writing is, I do not know what to do. Do I confess everything to her and how I feel? Or do I wait and slowly see what comes of the friendship we have now? Help me reddit. Men and Women.TL;DR: Me and a good friend got drunk and kissed, but it was the most passionate kiss and few hours of neck kissing, body rubbing, and lip biting I have ever personally experienced. The entire evening was amazing. Nothing has been awkward since, and I definitely like her as more than a friend now. via /r/dating_advice