#GOING INTO THE KITCHEN and interacting with items at home and just

[hellenhighwater]

How do you keep cats while having a home full of such fanciful, vintage, and delicate objects? These seem like interests that don’t mix well.

A really big chunk of it is training. When the kittens were little, I started them in one room where there was really nothing they could damage, and then let them into new rooms one at a time under close supervision. You can see here Mayhem (then Jane) and her littermates going into the kitchen, with stuff blocking them from going into other areas.

While in the new spaces, I would carefully monitor and immediately correct if they were getting into something they weren't supposed to. The trick is to not put them in a position where they can break a rule and not get caught right away, and to give positive reinforcement when they interact with 'problem items' in a way that they're allowed to. Eventually the novelty of the space wears off and they learn what they are and aren't allowed to do, and generally they tend to stick to that. Obviously, you've already got your cat used to your house, so instead you could try moving a plant down into cat range, and monitoring them as they explore, and then putting the plant back out of reach when you're not going to be supervising any more, and then repeat until the cat doesn't seem interested in the plant any more.

A good chunk of the behavioral issues have with cats come from their cats being understiumlated and wanting stuff to do or attention. I'm by no means an expert, but when my cats were wanting to bite my plants all the time, I just got them wheatgrass to eat and play with and encouraged them to do that. If they're causing problems and you immediately give them lots of attention, even if it's negative attention, then they're going to learn to do that when they want your focus.

So just...give them attention when they seem to want it. And sometimes the problems are unintentional--cats aren't always as graceful as one might hope, and at a certain point it's easier to just clear a path where they want to go.

[cosmosluckycharms]

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CAN WE GET A CHAPTER ON THE READERS LIFE WHEN THEY WERE LIVING WITH MIGUEL⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

SOREY I GOT TO THIS SO LATE (70 days oops)

this is also ass cause writers block is a bitch sigh

i hate this LMFAO

also bla wont be getting an update until i finish showtimes next chapter cause ive been neglecting it LMFAO

Bug Like Angel

Coming home

Living with Miguel wasn't easy.

It was a strange change from living in the manor.

As soon as you moved in, you realized how differently you were going to live.

Sure, you'd been at his apartment lots of times, so you knew how to get around the apartment, but having to downsize from a mansion to a tiny apartment for two slightly annoyed you.

You made your way to your room and ignored all the pictures of Gabriella in the hallway and laid down on your bed.

Your room wasn't as decorated as the one back in the manor.

It mostly was decorated with items from past hangouts you had with your friends and forgot to take with you back to the manor.

It was a lot smaller than your room back at the manor.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss your room back at the manor.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss how big the manor was.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss the garden in the backyard.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss all the room the manor had.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss using Bruce's credit card to go on shopping sprees.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss all your expensive clothes and makeup.

What you didn't miss was your so-called "family."

Back when you lived in the manor, you were free to go wherever whenever due to your family forgetting about you

Sometimes, you wouldn't inform anyone, and no one would notice you were gone, not even Alfred.

Sometimes you'd be gone for weeks at a friend's house before Alfred noticed you had left.

So it was surprising to you when Miguel actually noticed you leaving.

You were about to go walk around New York and make a new friend or two.

If you were going to move here, you might as well meet some new people.

With your phone in hand and keys in the other, you started making your way out the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, looking up from his hologram computers.

You tilted your head in confusion. "Out?"

"No way. Do you know how dangerous that is? It's 8 pm, it's dark out, and you could get hurt." He spoke in an authoritative tone.

That whole interaction left you somewhat confused.

Not because it didn't make sense, because it did.

Children are supposed to be seen.

You, for once, were seen.

It was also strange living with someone who cared about you enough to check up on you.

You were also used to sitting by yourself for hours on end, not speaking to anyone.

Sometimes you'd be in your room for days at a time, not coming out for anything.

Alfred would leave food at your door, and you had everything you needed.

You used to have a big bedroom with its own bathroom and window.

So it was surprising when Miguel would check in on you every hour or so.

It was annoying at first; you liked your peace and quiet.

You liked being able to have a moment to sit down and be by yourself for hours, days on end.

But you got used to it.

You understood this was his way of making sure you weren't running off and getting into trouble.

You were used to not having to cook or clean, so suddenly having to do chores around the apartment was slightly annoying.

And also concerning. How do you not know how to do simple chores?

Sometimes, while Miguel was at work, you'd get hungry and try to cook.

But you had no experience due to Alfred always making food and never teaching you, so usually you'd either make it inedible or burn the food.

One time, you almost burnt the kitchen down.

Miguel had just come back from work, only to see you trying to put out a fire with water.

"Mija, move!" He panicked and pushed her out of the way to grab a fire extinguisher.

You froze up watching him frantically push you out of the way and put out the fire.

"What were you thinking?!" He put the extinguisher away.

"I—I'm sorry! I was trying to cook some ramen!" You trembled.

He put his hands on his hips. "How did it catch on fire?"

"I was boiling the water, and it caught on fire!"

"You burnt water?"

"…yeah."

"Dios mío...How did you manage to burn water?"

"Don't ask me how I did it; I just did it. It was hard."

"Hija de tu puta—You know you could've gotten hurt? You could've burnt down this apartment with you in it!" The way Miguel was scolding you reminded you of when Bruce had yelled at you for almost hurting Damian.

After a while longer of scolding, you walked off to your room.

You walked past all the pictures of Gabriella on the walls. You pretended not to care about how you knew that if Gabriella had done what you did, Miguel wouldn't have scolded her.

You didn't cry in your pillow.

You put on your headphones and scrolled on your phone.

Due to you having your music on full blast, you didn't hear Miguel knocking on your door.

"Hey, mija," He spoke.

"..."

"Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you like that. I was scared you were going to get hurt." Miguel sat down on the edge of the bed.

"…really?" You put your phone down.

"Mhm."

You stayed silent, fidgeting with the bracelets on your arm.

Miguel cleared his throat, continuing, "Look, how about next time you're hungry, we can work together to make a meal instead of you struggling alone."

"I don't need help," you snapped, sitting straight up. "I've practically helped myself for 15 years; I'm perfectly fine."

"It's okay to need help."

"It's not okay. I'm not a child, and I don't need help." You argued, attempting to hide your angry tears in the sleeves of your shirt.

You felt a hand on your shoulder.

You instantly melted into his touch.

"Listen," he spoke, "you don't have to deal with this alone. I know how big of a change this is for both of us."

"I'm fine," you argued, avoiding his eyes.

"It's okay to ask for help."

"I don't want to be a burden."

"You aren't a burden; you never have been and never will be."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm very sure."

You stayed quiet, processing his words.

He sighed and walked out your door quietly.

You ended up taking his offer up, the one where he taught you how to cook.

It was a mess because of you both mostly playing around and not taking it seriously, but at least you didn't burn down the kitchen this time.

Miguel was getting tired of driving you around, from parks, the gym, the mall, etc.

Plus, to your new friends' houses and hangouts.

So, he took you to finally get you a car.

It wasn't until you chose the car and were about to drive it that you realized:

"...I can't drive."

"What do you mean you can't drive?" he asked in disbelief.

"I mean, I never learned. No one ever taught me." You had asked Jason to teach you, and he never did.

From then on, Miguel attempted to teach you.

He would teach you for roughly an hour every day.

The conversations you both would have usually went like this:

"Ve a la derecha," he said, pointing at the GPS.

"What's derecha?" you asked.

He let out a sigh. "Right."

Out of habit, you put your hands out into an 'L' shape to figure out your right.

He let out another sigh. "Dont tell me you dont know—."

You cut him off "I don't know my lefts and rights!"

Miguel started rubbing his temple in annoyance.

It took a while for you to be fully able to drive; even then, it wasn't flawless.

Once you got pulled over by the police for accidentally speeding, and they had to contact "your parents."

That'd be fine if you weren't literally in another universe you technically shouldn't be in.

You had to lie to the police and tell them you lived by yourself, and they let you off with a warning.

As you made your way home, you realized you should probably blend in as Miguel's daughter.

"Can I have your last name?" you didnt want to ask to be adopted, you didnt want to be an annoyance to him.

"Well, good evening to you too."

"It'll make it easier to blend in here. I'm the only Wayne in New York." You argued

"Listen, I have to have paperwork to do it—"

You cut him off, passing him the paperwork you've had for him from a month ago.

"Alright."

From then on, you were an O'Hara, which you preferred over Wayne.

You didn't want to be connected to your "family."

Living with Miguel wasn't easy, but it was easier than living with the Waynes.

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[minswriting]

DROP THE ATTITUDE - S.R x READER

About: Spencer’s been giving you an attitude all day and you’re not having it.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, brat!spencer, mean dom! reader, slapping, choking, dacryphilia, degradation, sub!spencer, mentions of spencer’s addiction, etc.

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Let’s bring back kinky spencer tumblr fr. If there’s anything you don’t like in the warnings, just don’t read. Border is by @esote-rika and this is proof read by @beenreidingaboutyou . Please comment and reblog to support your creators! The fic was originally called “Brat” but i changed the name heehee.

It wasn’t often that Spencer gave you an attitude. Usually he was very kind and respectful, happy and upbeat, understanding and adoring. He’d ramble about anything and everything on his brain. But today? Today, Spencer was off and giving you an unnecessary attitude which you were not going to allow to happen.

It had been a little while since the two of you had done anything sexual. With his long hours at the BAU and your job getting in the way of the rare alone time the two of you would have, it’s been a bit hard to sneak in some sexual time together. Today was a rare day that you both had off and rather than spending time together in an enthusiastic manner, Spencer was annoyed and dismissive of you.

Like when you had woken up in bed alone to the smell of coffee. You had gone into the kitchen, still wearing your pajamas as you walked up behind Spencer and wrapped your arms around him. “Good morning,” You said softly, as you pressed a kiss onto his shoulder blade.

“Morning.” He said shortly, a complete difference in how he usually greeted you in the morning. The way you were greeted in the morning usually consisted of peppering your face with kisses and wishing you a good morning as he grabbed your butt. This was a complete difference but you tried your best to ignore it. He was likely very tired due to working very hard the last few weeks.

“Are you alright?” You murmured, resting your chin on his shoulder but letting go of Spencer.

“I’m fine,” He said coldly, grabbing his cup of coffee and pulling away from you, leaving you with a frown on your lips from Spencer’s out-of-character behavior.

You decided to give him space as you got yourself ready for the day and went to the store to buy groceries for the two of you. And while you were out, you had gotten one of Spencer’s favorite snacks. When you had gotten home, grocery bags in hand, Spencer wasn’t in the living room like he had been when you left. Instead, you heard him in the shower.

As you were putting the groceries away, you heard the shower turn off. When Spencer eventually came out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, you greeted him with a smile. “Hi, my love,” You exclaimed, holding up Spencer’s favorite snack. “I bought you these while I was out.”

And rather than being met with a “thank you”, you were met with nothing but a sassy response. “I didn’t ask you to buy those for me,” He replied, furrowing his eyebrows.

You once again frowned. “I know you didn’t,” You exclaimed. “But I wanted to.”

“Okay,” He said before walking away, going to the bedroom.

The whole interaction left a sour taste in your mouth as you finished putting away all the perishable items. The last time Spencer had given you such an attitude was when he was on Dilaudid. And then suddenly, something in your brain clicked as you felt worry wash over you. You put down the box of pasta you were holding before making your way to the bedroom as well. You didn’t bother to knock on the door as you walked in.

“What is wrong with you today?” You asked, looking at Spencer, who was sitting on the bed with his back to the headboard with a book in his hands. Though you could tell he wasn’t really reading it.

“What do you mean?” He asked with disinterest, his eyes glued to the book.

“You’ve been cold to me all morning,” You exclaimed, crossing your arms. “So what is wrong with you today?” You asked once more. You were concerned, annoyed, and overall not enjoying the energy that Spencer was giving you.

“Nothing,” He replied simply, his eyes still on the book.

“Nothing?” You let out a chuckle of disbelief. “Clearly it’s something otherwise you wouldn’t be acting this way.” You looked away for a second, taking a deep breath before putting your gaze back on Spencer. “Are you using Dilaudid again?” You asked, your tone much softer but your face held a look of concern.

That sudden question caused Spencer’s eyes to shoot over to you as he immediately closed the book. “No,” he replied quickly. “Why would you think that?”

You frowned. “Because you haven’t given me this much of an attitude since you were using,” You replied honestly.

Spencer frowned as well, a small look of hurt on his face as he realized that he had been acting rudely to you all day. “I-I’m not using,” He said honestly. “I’ve just been frustrated all day.”

“And so you’ve been acting like a brat all day?” You retorted.

Spencer tensed for a second, biting his bottom lip as he had a certain look in his eyes. And that’s when it hit you. He really had been acting like a brat today. It had been so long since the two of you have done anything remotely sexual. And he’d been acting like a cunt because he hadn’t gotten his rocks off in so long.

“Oh my god,” you said, walking closer to Spencer. “You’re sexually frustrated.”

Spencer didn’t respond as he watched you get closer to him. He put the book he had in his lap on the nightstand as you moved to sit yourself on his lap. “I-“ he began but you stopped him, placing a finger on his lips.

“Brats don’t deserve to talk,” you replied.

This led to your dress being ridden up with Spencer’s pants lowered just enough for his cock to be out as you bounced on his cock. Spencer’s hands were on your hips as he looked at you with his eyes blown out in pleasure. “You’re so wet-“ Spencer began but stopped when your hand collided with his cheek. He let out the loudest moan, bucking his hips into yours. Clearly an indication that he loved the feeling.

“As I said earlier,” You breathed out, slowing your hips. “Brats don’t deserve to talk.”

It wasn’t often that you had to tame Spencer. He was usually such a good boy for you. Or you were a good girl for him. But when you had to tame him, he wanted you to be harsh on him. He adored whenever you slapped him and choked him, to put him in his place. “My dirty boy,” you said, licking your lips. The hand that collided with Spencer’s cheek gripped his jaw, keeping his head from falling back from the pleasure. “Think you can have an attitude all day simply because you want to get your dick wet? How pathetic.” Spencer whined at the degradation, pressing himself into you as your hips collided with his. “There’s this thing called using your words. You need to use them if you want something.”

“I-I’m-“ Spencer tried to speak but your hand went to his throat, pressing gently to cut off the blood flow but not to cut off his oxygen.

“Did I say you were allowed to speak?” You asked, keeping your hand there. You continued moving your hips, going faster as you bounced on Spencer’s cock. To say you missed this was an understatement. The feeling of Spencer’s cock diving in and out of you, hitting that sweet spot inside of you just right. And the times you got to be in control? Divine, absolutely divine.

Spencer was whining and whimpering underneath you, his cheeks were reddened by the heat of the moment and the lack of blood flow to his brain. His lips were parted as his beautiful brown eyes were on you, looking at you in pure bliss. Your hand moved from Spencer’s neck to his shoulder, stabilizing yourself as you rode him a bit faster.

“Oh my god,” Spencer breathed out, throwing his head back. If you had been feeling particularly mean, you would slap him again and make him look at you. But you decided he deserved at least just a little break. “Feels so good, feels so good,” He whined, closing his eyes in pleasure.

That was something you were not going to allow.

You smacked his cheek again, causing Spencer to whimper loudly as he moved his head to look at you once more. His eyes were glistening with tears and the imprint of your hand on his cheek. “What are you going to do, Spencer,” You asked mockingly. “Cry about it?” You held a faux sympathetic look on your face as you spoke, the movement of your hips not faltering. You clenched your walls around Spencer’s cock, eliciting a pathetic moan from the genius beneath you.

“I’m so close,” Spencer choked, tears spilling from his eyes. You couldn’t help but smirk. The sight of Spencer crying was much more of a turn on than you cared to admit to yourself. He gripped your hips tighter.

You chuckled, taking pleasure in Spencer’s current state. “Do you deserve to cum?” You asked, a mocking pout on your lips.

Spencer groaned. “No,” He mewled. “Need to cum so badly though,” He said, looking at you through teary eyes. “Please let me cum. I’ll be so good to you, I’ll be your good boy,” Spencer begged, his bottom lip wobbling as he spoke.

How could you say no when Spencer was begging you so nicely? God knows he truly does need it. “Oh, my baby,” You cooed, grinding your hips against Spencer’s. “Yes, you can cum for me.”

That was all Spencer needed as he bucked his hips into yours, thrusting his cock in and out of you as he met your hips with his own movements. He was moaning loudly, so loudly that you were sure the neighbors could hear what was going on. You were close too, the feeling of Spencer’s cock adding to the heat in your abdomen. And with just a few thrusts, Spencer began cumming. “Oh-Oh fuck,” He whined, spilling his seed inside of you which sent you over the edge as well. Your cunt clamped around Spencer’s cock as your orgasm overcame you.

And when you were both finished, the room filled with nothing but the sounds of your heavy breathing. Spencer’s grip on your hips loosened. You let out a satisfied hum as you lifted yourself up and off of Spencer’s cock. “Feel better?” You breathed out, looking at Spencer.

Spencer looked at you almost dazed as he nodded his head. “Much better,” he replied, leaning in to kiss you on the lips which you happily reciprocated.

When you pulled away, you rested your hands on Spencer’s shoulders. “Next time you’re frustrated, you need to tell me,” You murmured, leaning in to kiss Spencer’s cheek, the one you slapped.

“I will,” Spencer said, moving his head to kiss your lips once more.

The rest of the day was spent cuddling and holding one another, relishing in the rare day off the two of you had.

[potatomountain]

CIY CH 30

Chapter Thirty

📍Pairing: detective ateez ot8 x detective afab reader 📍Summary: "Welcome Home" 📍WC: 3.2k 📍AU: detective/mafia 📍Genre: action, dark romance, poly romance 📍Warning(s): 18+ rating (all of CIY is), anxiety 📍Beta readers (and sole motivation): @yourfatherlucifer, @bunnliix, and @adelusionforyourthoughts 📍AN: The last chapter of Case: It's You. Book 2, Case: It's Us will begin posting most likely in the beginning of March. I have some collabs i want to focus on and to knock out pieces i missed last year with FFF. Anyways, the taglist fo CIU will be reset and directions to join will be listed at the end of this chapter. Are you ready for the climax of Case: It's You? 📍dividers and banner made by me!

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It was a lot more nerve wracking descending the stairs than you thought, a lot less prepared for this conversation than you had hoped for. You could see the majority of the open space, the industrial pipes and vents above with the fans blowing air. The whole space was renovated nicely, with a large sitting area that doubled as a game or theater set up with the large flat screen on the stone wall. Shelves occupied the rest full of books and other items, including a dagger and sword collection.

Wooyoung was the last to notice your presence, moving about the large industrial type kitchen cooking up a feast just as you had asked, but the others had all stopped to look up at the stairs the moment the door opened. San had let you step out first, taking it slow as you fought off the panic that threatened to engulf you. You told yourself you had no reason to be scared, they wouldn’t hurt you. Yeosang was watching from over his monitors he had set up on the dining table, Jongho standing next to him, while the other four were standing in the living area discussing something important if you had to guess from their demeanor.

They just… stared. Some smiled, like Hongjoong and Yunho, even Yeosang had a shy little smile. But otherwise their concern was so evident it almost made you turn and run back into the room. Wooyoung, bless him, noticed that when he noticed you. “There’s my pretty girl- hey! Y'all stop gawking at her! Not unless you’re going to get on your knees and beg for her love.” He pointed his spatula at a few of them as if ready to hit.

Yunho chuckled and made his way over to meet you at the bottom of the stairs. “Sorry about that butterfly, we’re just happy to see you moving about.” You rolled your eyes but took his outstretched hand once you reached the last step. “Yeah, well, get used to it. I’m not about to be some doll you keep in a box.”

He smiled wider, stopping you there instead of helping you down like you thought. “Wouldn’t dream of it Butterfly, you’re meant to fly after all.” Blushing at his comment, you gently smacked his shoulder. “Shut it charmer, I’m hungry and I’d like to chit chat.” “Of course, anything you want.” He hummed out and then swept you into his arms. He hadn’t  been as clingy as the other two, so the contact threw you off, for a moment reminding you of the night you found out everything.

It left a bad taste in your mouth and had you scrambling out of his arms. “I can walk just fine.” With a huff you moved past him to the others: in particular Hongjoong. “I want answers. Please.” He nodded, sombering up and looking to the others. They each sat down and both Yeosang and Jongho made their way over. Yunho took his seat next to Mingi, placing a hand on his thigh to still Mingi's bouncing leg, Yeosang sitting next to Mingi on the other side and and Jongho sat on the arm next to him, all on one sofa. You glanced at San to have him sit, which he did, sitting on the far end of the other couch next to Seonghwa.

Even Wooyoung paused in his cook, leaning against the counter and giving you all his attention.

While you were thankful they did, none of them standing above you and giving you ample space, the intensity of their stares made you uneasy. Unwavering attention, somber expressions, even Jongho’s usual tense demeanor was for a different reason: concern for you.

Taking a deep breath, you let it out in a huff, placing your hands on your hips and furrowing your brow with a playful glare. “I swear to fucking God if you don't relax a little I'm going to start swinging! I'm not going to suddenly combust and I'm not made of crystal either.” 

At your threat, there were some tense smiles, but other Wooyoung scoffing in the kitchen no one relaxed.

“Yes you are.”

Surprisingly, it was Jongho who spoke up, drawing your attention with eyes wide with shock. “What did you say?” You took a step closer, ready to fight him on it. You weren't fragile. You weren’t-

“You are fragile. Ready to combust. Crystal or glass or whatever.” He repeated, shifting on the arm rest as Yeosang grabbed his arm with alarm. “I'm just saying what everyone is thinking! And it's true. When I found you…”

As he trailed off you stepped forward, thigh brushing his knee as you stared him down with a locked brow. “What? What about it?!”

“Easy Gorgeous, this is what you wanted to talk about right?” Hongjoong stood up to try and intervene but you held up a hand to stop him, gaze locked onto Jongho's in a battle of wills.

“When I found you… when you held on to me, I thought… I thought we lost you for good.” His tone significantly softened, but he held eye contact, seeming just as shocked as you were by his words. “We don't want to lose you.”

���And when was I ever yours to lose Choi Jongho? Maybe some of the others but yours? Don't make me laugh.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes and waving him off dismissively.

Just for him to grab your hand and pull you closer. Out of reaction. You brought your other hand down in an attempt to hit him, just for him to grab your wrist. Both were now locked in his hands, his feet hooking behind your calves and effectively trapping you against him while he still sat on the arm of the couch unwavering. “Let. Me. GO!” You still struggled, but while you were smaller and could be quick, he was much more physically fit and overpowering. Despite your best efforts your breathing became labored, eyes wide with unbridled fear as your body reacted from trauma as opposed to Jongho himself.

Despite his rough grip, his face softened. “Look at me, little one, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Stiffening at the pet name, heat flooded your senses, mingling with the icy fear that was in your veins and somehow balancing it out. He didn’t say anything else, nor make a move, just waited out for your struggling to seize. Instead you deflated, hands balled into fists to try and keep your fingers from trembling more than they were. “Why does it matter to you?” Your previous demeanor to take action and demand answers was long gone, the vulnerable side of yourself that you often rejected coming back to the surface. These men had a way of bringing it out, apparently that meant Jongho as well. “I…” He started, dropping his hands from your wrists to settle on his thighs, giving you the option to back out if you wanted. When you didn’t, he continued, a tremble in his voice. “You… you matter to me little one, more than I’d like to admit. Butting heads with you, watching you thrive in this kind of work, seeing the way you interact with my partners here… It all matters to me. I’m sorry I reacted poorly, I thought if I could get you to walk away before you got too deep there was a chance for you to be happy elsewhere but… that’s not an option anymore is it?” You shook your head, staring at him as if he had just grown a second head. Softness was not something you expected to ever see from this man, and coupled with the pet name it had you feeling some type of way. “No… it’s not. I want to be a part of this. No, I need it. With you all. I want…” You paused, taking a deep breath to gather up what courage you could, turning to look at every single one of them before meeting Jongho’s still soft gaze. It felt like you had to tell him this the most. “I want to join the Black Pirates.” The way he smiled up at you had the apples of your cheeks burning, for a brief second finding him adorable. “For new members we take a vote and if it’s not unanimous, it fails. Should we take a vote?” He looked to the others, but you were staring at him, a question in them. “It’s not the first time for the vote… no, but I disagreed every time. I get it if that makes you angry at me.” Swallowing hard, you shook your head. Now that you understood a bit of why he was so hateful to you, you couldn’t be upset with his actions. Well, not at this moment. You might give him hell for it later though. “Just you though?” You couldn’t help but glance over at Yeosang and Yunho, having thought they two might have protested at least. You know San and Wooyoung wanted you since the first time you met them both, and the others had shown so as well over the last few weeks.

Yeosang caught you looking at him and smiled sheepishly, nodding his head. “I want you here. I uh- well…” He trailed off, getting more bashful the more you stared expectantly.

It was Wooyoung that chimed in, making his way over in a rush, announcing himself with a giggle before he pulled you back against him once he was sure you would not panic about it. “Sangie is obsessed with you, Goddess. Asks about you constantly, praises you. It’s so fucking cute to get him flustered just by mentioning you. You know, if you sat on his lap right now he would practically combust? He’s never been with a woman, just us, you could teach him a few things.”

“Wooyoung!” San stepped in, huffing as he stood up. “Let’s not suggest things like that right now.” “Why not? I think it would be very healing for her to hear just how much we want her and care about her. Did you know, love, that he’s been your secret admirer for awhile? Like that breakfast waiting for you the day you were late. Oh that was fun to get out of him.” You could hardly process what he was saying, watching the way Yeosang fidgeted and now refused to look at you, much like a shy boy in the presence of his crush. When Jongho slid his hand through the man’s hair, eliciting a low deep moan from him, your brain went haywire. Of course you had already decided Yeosang was adorable and had a lot of cute habits, like his lisp and the way he would preen at your praise just to name a few.

“I see. I’ll keep that in mind.” Shit, were you actually getting aroused by this? It was a nice thought that you actually could, but you knew the act itself was off the table. Especially if Jongho touching you like that had adrenaline running in your veins ready to fight and run. So you turned your attention right to Mingi who was sitting next to the pretty boy. He was watching with those boba eyes of his that melted your heart. You hadn’t talked to him since he had interrupted your time with Wooyoung, pouting from your lack of attention. “Do you want me here?” The sex, the shared moments in between, and the brief moments after… you couldn’t say for certain that he did want you here.

He looked offended you asked. “Of course I do Princess. Do you have any idea how badass and amazing you are? You’re an upgrade to our team for sure. And not just because the sex was amazing, I like you for way more than just that.” He elbowed Yunho next to him. “Right?” Yunho nodded, smiling softly as he patted his thigh and met your gaze. “Remember what I told you, Butterfly? This is another way I meant it, as a Pirate. San has always been right about you being perfect for us, and that means in this way too. You’re a hard worker, you fight for what you believe in, and you’re a force to be reckoned with. My balls still hurt thinking about your knee, you know.” He teased with a wink, resulting in a blush on your own cheeks. “I do feel bad about that but it didn’t seem to affect your performance.” You pointed out, shifting in Wooyoung’s arms. The man tightened his hold on you, chin resting on your shoulder as he let out a whine. “And you know how San and I feel already. We love you. Cherish you. Most definitely worship the ground you walk on Goddess. Having you as a Pirate with us? It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” Fighting off the smile that wanted to spread across your lips was hard, so you didn’t. Especially when you locked eyes with San, his own smile mirroring yours, his dimples on full display. “You two are charmers, I swear.” San chuckled with Wooyoung, the broader man nodding. “It worked, we got you now don’t we?” You couldn’t deny that, warmth spreading through your body at their obvious affection. That meant six out of eight agreed for you to join. Six out of eight of them wanted you, wanted to work with you as an equal and a partner. Hesitantly you glanced at Seonghwa, feeling a bit intimidated despite knowing he did care for you. Still, you had held him at gunpoint, he had freed you at the safe house and you had, essentially, killed a man to try and fight for him and Hongjoong. Did they know that? How you had made that decision, in that moment, to fight for them? With nothing more than a knife? The way Seonghwa softened, you thought maybe he did. You felt shy, insecure, anxiety eating in your chest. So much had happened, all the care shown to you over this last week being second guessed at this moment. And he seemed to know that. “Angel?” He started, standing up slowly as you removed yourself from Wooyoung’s hold, his presence suddenly overwhelming for you. “Hey, it’s okay-” “It’s not. It’s not okay.” You stammered out, backing away from Wooyoung to create some space as heavy weighted emotions took hold in your heart. It finally hit, not just what had happened by the Red Wolves hand, but what led up to it. Your questioning at gunpoint, the way Yunho fucked you, being held hostage by them and still choosing to fight. What if that changed things? Did that really make you good enough? Did that really make you deserving of their words? Seonghwa shared a quick glance with Hongjoong and both approached you, stopping when you backed up. The guilt and pain that twisted their features suddenly twisted your own emotions in your gut. “You don’t think you deserve this… do you? Being a Pirate?” When you nodded, they reacted in a way that had you jumping, staring at Hongjoong now on his knees as he had fallen to them with a groan of pain. Seonghwa was shaking his head, using your shock over Hongjoong to close the distance and grab you by the waist. You jumped at that, attempting to pull away until you saw the gun.

“This is why, isn’t it? You don’t think we want someone that hurt us?” There was pure anguish in his voice, pushing it against your chest. “You think you’re a liability after what happened? And wondering just how we can agree to having you on board huh?” You hated how right he was, holding onto the gun because he wasn’t giving you a choice. “You wouldn’t have gone with them if I wasn’t there. I wouldn’t have been there if I didn’t hold you at gun point. You wouldn’t-” You were shut up with a kiss, words muffled against Seonghwa’s lips as he held you tight against him. Your mind went blank, confusion settling under the bliss that came from his sweet lips on yours. 

When he pulled away, he directed your attention to Hongjoong who was gripping his knees tightly, still on the ground but tense. He presented himself as if he was offering his life up to you for a mistake. And in hindsight, he was. He blamed himself for what happened, you could see it in his eyes, hear it in the way he said your full name, slowly and syllable by syllable. “We signed up for situations like that, you hadn’t. Being a Pirate means there will always be a chance of that happening again-” The air in the room grew thick with a new tension, somber expressions befalling each member as they looked at you almost protectively. You normally would hate it, demand that you could take care of yourself.

But they knew you could, they admired that you could, and therefore their protective demeanor meant something entirely different to you.

Tears were running down your cheeks unexpectedly, finding new strength to pull from Seonghwa. He let you, watching as you were on your knees before Hongjoong the next second, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding onto him. He latched on, burying his face into the crook of your neck, trembling in your arms. “Being a Pirate means I’m with you, all eight of you, and that’s more than worth the risk Hongjoong. I can’t think of anywhere else I want to be, or that fits me more. Working with you all, being with you all, just… this is my home, isn’t it?” There were arms wrapping around you both, a kiss pressed to the top of your head. You didn’t have to look up to know it was Seonghwa, the sound of his humming filling your ears. “Welcome home then Angel. We’re happy to have you.” Hongjoong’s arms tightened around you, a wet spot forming on your shirt from his own silent tears. “We’re in this together, Firecracker. Promise not to let you get hurt like that again okay?” As much as going through that again would terrify you, you glanced around the room, taking note of the others. Wooyoung was now holding San’s hand, freely crying while San was trying not too, both looking as if they wanted to come join. You waved them over, and they joined rather fast, surrounding you with so much warmth. Wooyoung on your right across from Seonghwa and San now behind you. Both kissing the top of your head just like Seonghwa did.

Then there were the other four, Mingi and Yeosang leaning into their respective partners, both Yunho and Jongho sharing a look of determination, all four watching you. With your own determination, you took a deep breath and kissed the top of Hongjoong’s head instead. “If I do… I’ll be okay. I’ll have the eight of you right? I think I can handle anything if I have you all in my corner.”

The four of them squeezed you tightly, the amount of emotions in the room overwhelming but it felt right. It felt right to experience this with them all, to be vulnerable with them and receive this support. This is what it meant to be with them all, to be in this together.

Seonghwa said the final words, making it official as he seemed to comfort his family; his lovers. “Then together. Welcome home Angel.”

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WHEN YOU’RE ON YOUR PERIOD

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Pairing: ATEEZ x fem reader

Total word count: 8,580

Note: I tried to be vague here in terms of sanitary products since I know everyone has different preferences, but pads are mentioned in Mingi’s segment

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𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆 | 홍중 | w.c. 900

Your eyes snapped open as you were awoken by a wave of painful cramps in your abdomen, the intensity so bad it made you physically react and curl in on yourself, your eyes squeezing shut in response. When that didn't bring any relief, you rolled over on your stomach, then onto your back with your arms resting on either side of your head as you stared at the ceiling.

You tried not to move around too much so as not to disturb your boyfriend, Hongjoong, who was sleeping soundly beside you. No doubt was he up half the night working on music, so you knew he needed his rest.

Quietly, you slipped out of bed to the bathroom and sifted thought your box of sanitary items to get something to put on before sliding back under the covers, silently praying the cramps would ease up enough for you to doze off.

Your fingers curled around the sheets, hands balled into fists as you tried to ignore the pain and go back to sleep. Minutes passed, though it felt like hours, and the cramps were too much to bare, so much that an unconscious, quiet whimper slipped past your lips, your face twisted in agony as you pressed it into your pillow. You didn't realize you had woken up your sleeping boyfriend until he called your name drowsily.

"Y/n? You alright?"

There was no hiding it at this point.

"Just my period. You should go back to sleep."

He ignored your suggestion and propped himself on his elbow, eyes scanning you worriedly. "Are you hurting?"

You nodded.

"Is it bad?"

"Enough to keep me from going back to sleep." You winced as another intense wave of cramps hit your lower abdomen.

"Do you need some medicine?"

"I didn't want to take any unless I absolutely have to."

"I think you need some." He commented, pulling back the covers.

"No." You put your hand out, stopping him from getting up. "You were up late and I'm sure you've got to go to the company and work on music later today."

"I can work on it here just the same as I can at work. I've got all my equipment with me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." He nodded. "I'd rather be here at home to help take care of you anyway."

With that, he got up out of bed and shuffled down the hallway to the kitchen where he grabbed a bottle of water and some pain medication to soothe your cramps.

"Here, love." He handed the bottle to you after returning to the bedroom, which you gratefully took, dropping a couple pills into your hand.

"Thanks." You popped the tablets into your mouth and washed them down with water before placing the bottle on the nightstand and slumping against the headboard with closed eyes.

A frown etched its way into Hongjoong's flawless features as he brought a hand up to brush your hair away from your face. Being a man, he was unsure of the amount of pain you were in or how intense it was. Despite that, he wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as possible during this time. He was fully aware that this was something you'd dealt with for a long time, yet he had a strong desire to care for you and help you through this time of the month. He cared for you too much to watch you suffer.

Your eyes opened to find Hongjoong still standing over you worriedly, his hand resting on top of your head.

"You can lay back down, you know." You chuckled softly.

He stayed in place for a couple seconds before giving in and crawling back into bed with you, his concerned gaze trained on you the entire time.

"Come here." You beckoned him over and he was by your side in an instant.

"Are you going to be okay?" He asked, his hand finding your lower abdomen and rubbing gentle circles over it.

"Of course I will. I just need to give this medicine time to kick in and do it's thing."

"How are your cramps?"

"They still hurt and I'm still uncomfortable, but the little massage feels nice."

"Good." He smiled, applying a little more pressure causing your eyelids to slide closed.

It's true, the massage was enough to lessen the pain, only the tiniest bit, but it was the gesture that counted.

"Are you feeling hot? Or cold? Are you getting chills? Do you need more blankets? If you're too hot I can turn the air conditioner up or bring a fan in here."

"You act like I'm sick or something." You tittered softly at his rambling. "This is just something I have to deal with every month. I'm used to it."

"That doesn't mean I can't take care of you."

"I guess you're right."

"I know I'm right." He grinned. "You still didn't answer my question."

A light chuckle left you. "I'm fine, Joong."

"Alright. I'll stop with the questions now. But if you need anything, and I mean anything, you let me know. If you're craving something specific or need another bottle of water, anything, just say something."

A fond smile graced your features as you brought your hand up to Hongjoong's hair, lovingly running your fingers through it. "What did I do to deserve you?"

"You're just lucky, I guess." He grinned.

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐖𝐀 | 성화 | w.c. 850

A knock at your front door sounded through your mostly quiet apartment as you lied in bed curled into a ball.

Not fully awake, you didn't register the persistent knocking for quite some time. Only when it got louder did you sit upright, letting out a frustrated groan. You had started your period the day before and your symptoms were terrible. Your cramps were so bad you had to lie down with a hot pack across your abdomen, the heat making you sweat, though every time you took the pack off, you got goosebumps along your skin and felt freezing cold. To make matters worse, there were breakouts on your face, blotting your skin with ugly, discolored spots, all of these things making you feel gross overall. You hoped whoever was at the door wasn't someone important as you went to answer it.

Your heart dropped to your feet when you saw your boyfriend standing outside.

"Seonghwa!" You exclaimed out of surprise, hurrying to cover your face. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to surprise you. Is it a bad time?"

Yes. Is what you wanted to say.

"I..." You trailed off.

"Are you sick?"

"No. I just look terrible right now."

"That doesn't bother me." He chuckled.

You flinched away when you felt his fingers trying to wrap around your wrists.

"No." You groaned, keeping your hands planted firmly on your face. "It's that time of the month and I'm sweaty, my clothes are soaked, my face is covered in breakouts, I'm bloated, and I'm cramping so so badly that I want to cry."

"Hey." He called out softly, pulling your hands away.

You avoided eye contact with him, not wanting him to see you in such a disheveled state.

His gaze softened when he looked at you, a gentle smile gracing his lips.

"You still look beautiful to me."

You wanted to roll your eyes, but you knew Seonghwa was a genuine person and maybe, even though it was hard to believe, you did look beautiful in his eyes.

"Come on. I have an idea." He took your hand, stepping into your apartment and closing the door behind him before leading you to your bathroom.

You weren't sure what he had in mind, but whatever it was he seemed pleased with himself, so you weren't going to stop him.

Once in your bathroom, he let go of your hand and started rummaging through your cabinets.

"Alright, let's see." He muttered to himself, scanning the items in your bathroom closet.

"Hwa, what are you doing?" You finally asked, a light chuckle accompanying your question.

"I'm giving you a spa day."

"A spa day?" You echoed, your heart fluttering slightly.

"Yeah." He pulled a towel and washcloth from the bathroom closet. "You're feeling bad and what better way to help than to have a spa day? Plus, you deserve to be pampered."

You didn't know if it was your period or your overwhelming love and appreciation for Seonghwa, but you felt like crying.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, my love." He placed a kiss on your forehead. "Bath or shower?"

"Shower."

Though a bath would be nice, nothing beat the feeling of hot water hitting your lower abdomen, right where the cramps were.

Seonghwa was nice enough to get the shower running for you, sticking his hand in to check the water temperature and make sure it was hot enough.

You thanked him as he left the room, removing your clothes after the door clicked shut. The warm steam hitting your skin as you stepped into the shower was a welcomed feeling. You managed to get through your usual shower routine, the hot water helping to soothe your persistently painful cramps, at least long enough for you to finish bathing.

Once out of the shower, you changed into the fresh pair of clothes you brought with you and used the feminine product you had laid out.

Upon exiting the bathroom, you found Seonghwa laid out on your bed.

"How was your shower?"

"Wonderful. I even cleansed my face while I was in there. I feel so refreshed."

"Well, we're not done yet." He got up off the bed. "Come on."

Guiding you back into the bathroom, Seonghwa opened up a little cabinet beside your sink where all your skincare products were stored and pulled out a small box of acne patches.

He plucked one of the star-shaped pimple patches off the plastic sheet, gently instructing you to stay still while he placed the patch onto your face, covering one of the blemishes.

"One more." He murmured, pulling off a second one and sticking it to your chin.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." He placed a kiss to your forehead. "Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

"I'm fine for now. Thank you, though. What I would really like is to cuddle up in bed with you, a heating pad, and something to watch."

"I can arrange that." He smiled happily. "But first, let's get you some pain medicine for those pesky cramps."

"That sounds like a good idea."

𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎 | 윤호 | w.c. 1,500

Music echoed throughout the practice room as Yunho danced, hitting each move with sharp precision. His facial expressions were intense and full of emotion as if he were putting on an actual performance on stage in front of fans.

You sat in a chair by the wall, watching him with a mesmerized gaze, enraptured by not only him, but his talent and overflowing passion for dancing. Every so often he would glance at you through the mirror, giving you a little smirk before continuing with his routine, knowing the effect he had on you, especially with the sleeves of his t-shirt rolled up to show off his arms.

As you watched, you were suddenly hit with a wave of cramps so painful it caused you to lean forward a bit, almost curling in on yourself. Your face scrunched up in response to the sharp pain.

You had started your period the night before and was expecting to be hit with these terrible cramps sooner or later—it always happened. When you first start, things are light as your body prepares to run its natural cycle, then on the first official day it hits... and it hits hard. Normally, you're woken up in the early morning hours with the most awful cramps, one's that prevent you from sleeping for a while, but on days like this it hits when you're least expecting it.

Rummaging through your bag, you retrieved a small bottle of menstrual pain relief pills, grateful that you carried some with you at all times. Shaking one out into your palm, you grabbed the bottle of water by your chair and used it to take the medication, thankfully going unnoticed by Yunho. Though you wished it would work right away and rid you of this pain and discomfort, you knew that wouldn't happen.

Attempting to ignore the throbbing in your abdomen, you continued watching your boyfriend move across the wooden flooring of the practice room, hoping for a distraction.

Who were you kidding? Nothing could distract you from from the stabbing pain you were experiencing.

The song ended and Yunho moved over to mess with his phone, choosing another song to dance to, his chest heaving up and down as he huffed out short breaths.

"You're doing so good." You praised him, putting on a smile.

"Thanks." He panted. "I think I'm gonna do a couple more songs before I take a break."

"Don't overwork yourself, okay?"

"I know." He smiled softly, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead.

The next song started to play and he moved back to the center of the room to begin the routine. You crossed your legs and wrapped your arms around your midsection, curling in a bit in an attempt to get some relief. It seemed one of the best positions to be in during your monthly was curling up in a ball, of course, you couldn't exactly do that right now as you were sitting in a chair.

Your cramps eased up for a moment only to return a few seconds later, goosebumps rising on your skin as the air in the practice room suddenly felt cooler than it was moments before. At the same time, you felt yourself starting to sweat a bit.

Great. You groaned internally.

These were the worst kind of cramps; the ones where you're hot but you're cold at the same time, unable to find a comfortable temperature.

Halfway through the song, Yunho noticed your behavior. He caught you squeezing your eyes shut every so often, seeing an uncomfortable expression on your face and the stiffness in your posture. His dancing immediately ceased as he headed towards you, turning the music down.

"Are you okay, love? You look a little washed out." He commented, placing his hand on your forehead. "What's going on?"

"I got hit with the worst cramps ever." You groaned, giving up your act as you slumped forward in both defeat and agony.

"Oh, baby." Yunho cooed, crouching on the floor beside you, his hand rubbing your back. "Do you need some medicine?"

"I took some a few minutes ago. Just waiting for it to kick in."

"Why don't I take you home so you can rest."

"No. You need to practice."

"I've been practicing long enough. You need to be somewhere with a heating pad."

"That sounds nice." You sighed, imagining the soothing heat pressed against your aching lower abdomen.

"Let's go."

"I can't help but feel like I'm preventing you from practicing." You murmured after stepping into the elevator.

"You're not." He assured you, grabbing hold of your hand. "I wanted to get a little practice in and I did."

The last thing you wanted was to be a burden. Yunho was a famous K-pop idol whose group had a giant fanbase. He needed to practice hard and spend hours at the company to perfect and improve his dancing and performance skills. Somehow, you felt you were a distraction that would cause your boyfriend to get in trouble with the entertainment company for "slacking off".

Yunho, who could tell by the distant look in your eyes that you were lost in a whirl of troublesome and perhaps even negative thoughts, gave your hand a light squeeze, bringing you back to reality.

"Are you hungry?" He asked. "Dancing really worked up my appetite."

"Yeah." You nodded. "I had a light breakfast so I could definitely go for some food."

"Good. We can go back to the dorm and I'll order us something. You can pick whatever you want. Oh, I have a heating pad too. That should help with your cramps."

"But I don't have any... stuff there." You responded.

You had one or two menstrual items with you in your bag, but that wouldn't be enough to last you a visit at Yunho's.

"Oh. Don't worry about it. I can stop by a store on the way and buy whatever you need."

His offer was so sweet it had you falling for him all over again.

"You don't have to do all that."

"I don't mind." His round eyes sparkled with the genuine desire to help you out in any way he possibly could.

The elevator doors slid open and the both of you headed through the lobby and out onto the sidewalk where Yunho's car was parked on the curb.

At the dorm, Yunho handed you the plastic bag with the feminine products he had purchased for you on the way.

"What would you like to eat? I can go ahead and order it."

After going through a list of things you were craving, you decided on one and let Yunho know.

Just before he left the room to place the order, he stopped at the doorway. "If you want to change into something more comfortable, you have free range of my closet."

As soon as he left the room, you wasted no time scurrying over to his closet and rummaging through his shirts. What you currently had on was comfortable, but there was no way you'd pass up the opportunity to wear Yunho's clothes.

Pulling one of your favorite shirts of his from the closet, you brought it with you to the bathroom where you switched out feminine products and changed into the cozy shirt.

Yunho returned just a couple minutes later to inform you the order had been placed before rummaging through his closet, pulling out a heating pad.

"Come on." He beckoned, pulling back the covers of his bed and nodding towards the empty space.

You slid under the sheets, staring up at Yunho who worked to plug up the pad.

"You should lie down and use this while we wait on the food. Then maybe your cramps will be gone and you can fully enjoy your meal."

Your heart swelled with adoration at his words.

Yunho laid the heating pad across your stomach before resting his hand on top of it.

"How's that feel?" His gentle voice asked.

"So good." You sighed out, closing your eyes. "My cramps eased up a bit on the ride over here, but this heat is doing wonders."

"Good." The smile in Yunho's voice was evident as he leaned in, brushing your hair away from your forehead to place a gentle kiss there.

You peeled your eyes open to see Yunho grabbing his dog-shaped body pillow which he designed for his birthday merchandise.

"Here. You can hold Pudeongie."

You chuckled, taking the pillow from him and hugging it to your side. Though you preferred to cuddle with Yunho, you couldn't exactly do that with the heating pad laying over your lower abdomen.

"Thank you for taking care of me." You hummed.

"You're welcome, beautiful." He combed a hand through your hair. "I need to get a quick shower and wash all this sweat off. Then we can cuddle properly while we wait for our food."

A content smile settled onto your features. "That sounds perfect."

𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆 | 여상 | w.c. 1,000

Twice. That's how many times you cried over a commercial that day. Why? Well, you were blaming it on your period, especially since grocery store commercials didn't normally tug at your heartstrings on a normal day. I mean, how can you possibly keep it together when there's a commercial about an animated man who's little granddaughter pulls out an old recipe book from his deceased wife that he hadn't opened in years?

You were wiping away tears that were threatening to spill when your phone chimed from its spot beside you on the couch. Flipping the device over, you were met with your boyfriend's contact photo taking up the entirety of your screen. It was a FaceTime call. Your thumb swiped to accept the call, holding the phone up so he could see you.

"Hi, angel." He flashed that heart-melting smile of his, waving to the camera.

Judging by the background, he was at his dorm in his bedroom.

"Hi, Sangie."

His large eyes suddenly became sad, worried even, while his lips stuck into a pout. "Were you crying? Are you okay?"

"Oh." You glanced at yourself in the camera, noticing the slightly glossy look your eyes were currently sporting.

It wasn't super obvious that you had been tearing up, but Yeosang was always so perceptive when it came to you.

"My emotions are all crazy. I got choked up watching a commercial." You chuckled, finding it a bit humorous.

"So you're not sad?" He wanted to be certain that you weren't upset.

"No." You laughed softly. "Just hormonal."

Yeosang's brows raised, his eyes becoming wider in sudden realization. Then came the flood of questions.

"Do you need anything? Are you hurting? Should I pick up some pads? Tampons? Do you have enough pain relievers? Are you drinking lots of water? I heard being active helps cramps. Have you been active? Are you taking vitamins? There are supplements that help ease period symptoms. Should I get you some of those?"

"I'm fine, Yeosang." You cut in before he could continue, chuckling endearingly at his concerned rambling. "I'm not hurting too bad. It's only the third day so my cramps aren't too bad. They come and go, but they're not as severe as they were on day one. Yes I'm drinking water, maybe not enough, but I'm drinking it. And I've been lounging on the couch since I got out of bed."

"Ah. Sorry. I guess I got carried away." That tiny, shy smile of his made its appearance as he rubbed the back of his neck in a sheepish manner. "Have you been eating fruits or something healthy?"

You nearly snorted. "Actually, I've been indulging in some of the cravings I've been having." You lifted a bag of your favorite chips to the camera. "So, what are you up to?"

"I called because I don't have a schedule today and I wanted to see if you'd like to hang out."

Just the thought of spending time with Yeosang made your heart soar with excitement.

"I would love to."

"Since you're on your period, I'll come to your place. If that's okay with you."

"Yeah." You nodded. "That's perfect, actually."

"Okay." He beamed. "I'll start making my way right now."

"I'll be waiting." You waved. "Love you."

"Love you too."

The FaceTime ended and you tossed your phone back to the couch cushion, briefly considering wether or not you should leave your comfortable spot on the sofa and put some makeup on. It didn't take long for you to to completely disregard the idea. After all, you had just FaceTimed him and he saw your makeup-free (and slightly blemished) face so there was no need covering it up.

A gentle knock on your front door sounded just fifteen minutes after your call with Yeosang. You leapt from your seat and scurried to answer the door. The man you had been longing to see stepped inside, wrapping his arms around you in a cozy embrace while he gently rocked the both of you side to side.

"I'm so happy to see you."

"I'm happy to see you too, precious." He pulled away, gazing at you with those sparkly, brown eyes of his. "Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm cramping, but it's nothing too bad. Not right now, anyway."

"You sure?"

"Mhm."

"What do you feel like doing?"

"Well, I was watching TV on the couch but I'd kind of like to lie down."

"Okay then we'll cuddle in bed and have a movie marathon."

You hummed in agreement and tugged Yeosang further into your home, guiding him to your bedroom where the both of you got comfortable under the covers.

Your boyfriend had barely gotten situated before you were resting your head on his chest and snuggling into his side.

It was a blessing that Yeosang wanted to come over because it's exactly what you needed at that moment. Being cuddled up next to him made your heart swell and provided you with a cozy feeling in your chest.

"What would you like to watch?" He reached for the remote.

"Actually, do you think you could sing to me?"

Yeosang stiffened just the slightest bit, clearly not expecting the request.

"Of course. Any song suggestions?"

"Whatever you want to sing." You murmured, snuggling further into his chest.

A gentle smile graced Yeosang's statuesque features as he began singing a current favorite song of his. His fingers ran through your hair in a gentle and soothing manner, your eyes fluttering closed in response as you listened to his silky voice, which was doing a great job at distracting you from your cramps that were thankfully going away on their own, albeit slowly.

Yeosang's voice was heavenly. From his low register to his faint lisp that could be heard in his singing. It all had your heart doing somersaults in your chest.

"So beautiful." You murmured sleepily, as Yeosang's gentle ministrations were making you drowsy. "Thank you, Yeo."

This was all you needed.

𝐒𝐀𝐍 | 산 | w.c. 1,400

4 AM. That's what time you were finally able to get to sleep the night before. It was that time of the month and your incessant cramps were so bad not even Midol could fix it. You were miserable. Normally, you could ignore any mild cramps that would inconveniently hit just as you were going to bed, but these were the kind that kept you awake, the pain just a little too intense for you to relax, leaving you tossing and turning for hours on end. Between the cramps and having to get up to pee every five minutes, there was no way you could rest.

It was after barely after 4 AM when your cramps eased up just enough for you to relax and finally doze off.

Presently, it was 12 PM, which meant you got a decent eight hours of sleep, even though your body felt like it needed just a smidge more.

You pushed yourself out of bed, giving a brief glance at the fitted sheet wrapped around the mattress to make sure you didn't have any overnight leaks. With no stains in sight, you shuffled to the bathroom where you went through your usual routine and freshened up, which woke you up a bit and made you feel a little less crappy.

You swapped your PJs for some loose-fitting sweats and one of your boyfriend's shirts that he left at your place before heading to the living room to turn on the television. After a few moments of mindless channel surfing, you found a show that grabbed your attention and decided to watch.

It didn't take long for your cramps to start up again. The ache, while annoying, wasn't anything too unbearable, not like last night, anyway. So you ignored it, sinking further into the couch cushions while keeping your eyes locked on the TV.

You made it through the remainder of the episode before the cramps really ramped up, the sudden increase in pain and discomfort causing you to lurch forward.

Your face contorted in agony, the sharp jabs in your abdomen leading you to jump to your feet and make a beeline for the kitchen where the medicine was kept. You tore open the cabinet and located the pain medicine you so desperately needed. Since your cramps were just as bad as they were in the early morning hours, you took two pills, assuring you'd get the minimum amount of pain relief.

With a hot pack laid across your lower abdominal area, you settled back into the couch cushions and proceeded to watch television, doing your best to focus on the show. Sometimes having a distraction helped to take your attention off the wrath Mother Nature was thrusting upon your uterus.

At some point, you unconsciously started rocking back and forth, partially hunched over. The heat paired with the movement seemed to be helping just a little, however now a very thin layer of sweat covered your forehead and on your shirt where the hot pack was pressed against your abdomen was a damp spot. You huffed, pulling off the hot pack to fan your shirt a bit and cool off. That only caused a wave of goosebumps to rise along your skin, the air in your home being a little too cold for your linking. So you laid the hot pack back across your abdomen. This went back and forth for the next ten minutes or so, only adding to your frustration and discomfort.

"Ha. Ha. I love being a woman." You commented dryly to no one at all, wrapping your arms around your midsection.

You probably looked pathetic all crumpled up and curled in on yourself but you were in the privacy of your own home and you were in extreme pain. You'd do whatever it took to get it to go away.

The stabbing cramps had gotten so bad in such a short amount of time. Your brain was in a haze and all you could think about was the pain. Just when you felt you had reached your limit, your phone rang.

Fumbling for the device, you lifted it to see who was calling. It was San, your loving boyfriend whom you were suddenly missing very much. You accepted the call and raised the phone to your ear.

"Hello, gorgeous." His silky voice came through the speaker.

"Hi, Sannie." You did your best to sound cheery, but the greeting came out as a sort of pained grunt.

"Are you okay?" The pout in his voice was evident.

"No. Not really." You answered honestly. "I'm on my period."

A tiny gasp was heard on his end followed by an, "Oh no."

"Yeah."

"You poor thing." He cooed. "Why don't I come take care of you."

"That would be great."

"I'll be over there as soon as I can, baby."

Less than 20 minutes later, there was a knock at your door which had your heart jumping for joy. As soon as you opened the door, San walked in and pulled you into a hug.

"Hi dear." He murmured as he stroked the top of your head. "Are you hurting?"

"Very much so."

"Ah." He nodded knowingly as you parted ways. "I know what I have to do."

He balled his hands into fists, crouching down at bit so he was level with your lower abdomen. Before you had the chance to question what he was doing, he began to punch the area where your uterus was, stopping right in front of it because, well, he would never actually hit you.

"Stop!" He demanded sharply, going in for another punch. "Stop it."

The phrase was uttered during each strike of his fist, his words being punctuated by his actions.

The chuckles that had begun to spill from your lips were now turning into full on laughter as your boyfriend continued punching at your lower abdomen, demanding that it "stop".

"Thank you, Sannie." You giggled.

The both of you made yourselves comfortable on the couch where San immediately wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

"If you need anything, let me know."

"Okay." You tittered softly.

Having San with you provided a good enough distraction to take your mind off the discomfort in your abdominal area. He would make comments about something on TV and ask questions to help keep you occupied with things besides period pains.

At some point, you stood up and excused yourself to go switch feminine products, doing so in just a couple minutes.

It was only when you were returning to the living room that you realized your abdominal cramps had gone away but a persistent, dull ache had become present in your lower back.

Your face twitched slightly as you shuffled towards the couch, catching your always observant boyfriend's attention.

"What is it?" He asked.

"I'm having cramps in my back."

"You have period cramps in your back?" San asked in disbelief.

"Sometimes." You sighed, unconsciously massaging your lower spine.

Your boyfriend was baffled. San knew periods could be a pain and there were lots of symptoms that varied in intensity, but this was crazy. Why would you get pain in other areas? He didn't think that was very fair.

"Come here." San took your hands, leading you to your bedroom where he insisted you lie down on your stomach.

You did as he asked, getting yourself comfortable on the mattress before feeling it dip under San's weight.

"Tell me where it hurts." His hands placed themselves on your spine.

"Lower."

His palms slid further down your back.

"Right there."

San's thumbs rubbed over the muscles a few times, making long upward strokes as he applied pressure on the sore spots. A sigh passed through your slightly parted lips as relief washed over you.

"Is that good?" He inquired tentatively.

"So good."

San hated that this was something you had to deal with every month. Even though that's just how things were and he couldn't do anything about it, it didn't seem fair.

"I'm sorry you're feeling so icky, pretty."

"I'm far from pretty right now." You chuckled.

"Not true."

His ministrations came to a halt as you lifted your head just enough to glance back at him.

"I'm serious." He insisted with a pout.

"You're too sweet." You dropped your head back onto the pillow as he continued massaging.

"Only for you, lovely."

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈 | 민기 | w.c. 900

If there was one thing about your period, it was that it showed up at the most inconvenient time.

Mingi's body moved with such fluidity that it had you mesmerized—hypnotized, even. His body control was out of this world and never failed to hold your attention. His oversized sleeveless tee hung off his slim figure, the thin fabric swinging about as he danced with rigor and passion. His movements were so intense sometimes that the hem of his shirt would fly up and reveal his tiny waist and smooth stomach. The sight was a small blessing to your eyes and just another perk of watching him get in an extra practice session on his weekend off. His brows were pulled together in concentration, his sharp eyes fixed on his reflection, inspecting his own movements. He had no idea you were practically drooling over him in the corner of the room.

You were having a wonderful time when suddenly you felt it... the gush.

Right away, you sat upright and pushed yourself up from your seat, standing stiffly in place.

This abrupt and unusual reaction caught Mingi's attention almost immediately and had him scrambling to pause the music.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I just need to go to the bathroom." You excused yourself and headed straight for the practice room door, trying your best to walk normally instead of the usual stiff-legged hobble you would be doing if you were at home.

You had started your period the day prior and it was already in full swing, hitting you with all it had. This morning before you left, everything was light, so you assumed this time around you'd ease into it, but you were so very wrong.

In the bathroom, you closed the stall door behind you, making sure to lock it before taking a seat to assess the damage.

"Oh boy." You whispered under your breath, reaching for your bag and rummaging for an extra pad in the inner side zipper. Empty.

Oh no.

Normally, you had extra feminine hygiene products with you, however, it seemed this time you had forgotten to replace them.

Great.

After washing your hands, you returned to the practice room, shifting from one foot to the other. It appeared that Mingi hadn't moved since you left the room, his normally narrow eyes now round with worry.

"Is everything okay?"

"Uh." You rubbed the back of your neck.

Just say it. It's a normal thing, Y/n. You reminded yourself. There's nothing to be embarrassed about.

"I don't have any pads with me." You confessed embarrassedly.

Mingi blinked owlishly a few times, not quite understanding what you meant.

You gave a vague nod down towards your lower half, trying to communicate without saying it outright.

Mingi's eyes became wider in realization.

"Ohh!"

"Yeah." You sighed. "I forgot to put more in my bag and I need one... like right now."

You were about to apologize for needing to leave so abruptly so you could take care of the problem when Mingi spoke up.

"Stay here. I'll go find you one."

"What?" You questioned, your eyes following him as he hurriedly exited the practice room.

Without receiving a response, you dropped down into the chair you occupied before your hasty exit moments earlier, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to return.

Mingi moved down the halls of KQ, searching for any staff that may be nearby. He popped his head into empty offices and meeting rooms, turning corners and scouring the place for any employees wandering about. The entertainment company had many staff members, so it shouldn't be that hard.

He came upon one of the lounges, poking his head into the room to find two female staff members having a quick snack together.

"Excuse me." He spoke timidly, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed to ask for feminine products. "Do either of you happen to have any... pads?"

He was quick to put himself back in place, reminding himself that he was helping you out.

You were his girlfriend and if you needed a pad then gosh darn it he was going to get one for you, embarrassed or not.

"Oh. I'm sorry I don't." One of the women apologized.

"I do, but I left my bag in my office on the next floor." The other responded.

"Ah."

Mingi didn't want to inconvenience the woman, especially since she probably had a busy schedule so he thanked them both and left, continuing his search.

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth while his eyes darted around, reading the labels on each door that lined the hall in search of his next place to check.

After three tries, Mingi was able to get you a pad, which he hoped was enough to sustain you for the duration of his solo practice.

Your boyfriend reentered the practice room, holding up the plastic-wrapped square like it was a trophy.

"I got it."

You plucked the item from his hand, pulling him into a hug.

"You didn't have to do that. I was just gonna go to a nearby store and buy some."

"I knew I could find one quicker by asking around."

You smiled softly. "Thank you."

"Of course." He brushed your hair out of your face. "You feeling alright?"

"For now."

"If you need to go home, just let me know."

"I will. Thanks, Mingi."

𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 | 우영 | w.c. 980

You stepped down the aisle that housed all the feminine products you could ever need, Wooyoung coming to a stop beside you as you eyed the pad and tampon section.

"So what size pu—"

"Don't even finish that sentence." You cut him off, raising your hand to stop him. "I don't want to hear that phrase or that word come out of your mouth."

"Yes ma'am." He saluted.

Huffing, you proceeded further down the aisle until you found what you were looking for.

While scanning the different sizes of products available on the shelves, your ever curious boyfriend wandered up and down the aisle to keep himself busy.

Once you acquired what you were looking for, you turned to see Wooyoung holding a box of tampons, examining the packaging.

"You put these inside you?" He asked in disbelief.

"Woo, put those back."

He did as he was told, his face twisted in either disgust or discomfort, you couldn't tell, as he did so.

"Alright. I've got everything I need." You announced, preparing to head to the register until you realized Wooyoung stayed put, staring with furrowed brows at the plethora of feminine products lining the shelves.

"What is it?"

"Why are there so many?" He asked. "How do you even know what to get?"

"It all depends on what you're comfortable with. Some people prefer tampons, others prefer pads."

"Okay but the pictures on these are different." He pointed to a section of pads.

"Right. Some have wings so the pad stays in place and doesn't squish up and some don't. Again, that's all depending on personal preference. Some pads are thin while others are thick so they can absorb more. They vary in size as well. Some people like longer pads so they don't have a leak while they're sleeping or lying down."

Wooyoung's eyes remained wide, his brows pulled together as he soaked in all this new information, scanning over each plastic package.

"How do you know if you need thin pads or thick ones?"

"That depends on your flow."

"Flow?" He echoed.

You did not expect to be having an in-depth conversation about periods with your boyfriend in the middle of the feminine hygiene aisle but there you were.

Then again, he grew up with brothers. Of course he wouldn't know everything about a woman's menstrual cycle. Also you didn't think that was something that a mother would talk to her son about, especially in detail.

"You know how you can barely turn a faucet on and the water runs just a little, but when you turn it more, a lot of water comes out?"

He nodded.

"That's how it is with periods."

"So you can turn it off?"

"Unfortunately not. That's why we need these things." You gestured to the array of feminine products. "What I mean is, with some people their flow is heavy while others are lighter, so you buy products according to that."

"It's not the same for everyone?"

"Not at all. Some people have very heavy flows. I've even heard of people buying bladder leak pads because they're more absorbent."

"It gets that bad?" Wooyoung gaped.

"Mhm." You nodded.

"And it's the same for the other things too?"

"Tampons."

"Right. That."

"Yes. They've got different sizes according to your flow as well."

"Wow. That's so complicated."

"Not when you've lived with it most of your life." You chuckled. "Let's go."

"Girls get cravings for chocolate when they're on their period, right?" Wooyoung asked as the both of you made your way towards the front of the store.

"It's not always chocolate, but yes. Cravings tend to happen." You responded.

"What do you usually crave?" He asked.

"Usually sweet stuff, but it differs."

"Should I get you some?"

Your expression softened as you looked at him, seeing the genuine care in his eyes.

"Sure."

"Come on then. Let's go see what they have." Wooyoung took hold of your free hand, pulling you towards the snack aisle which was packed with junk food and sweets.

You perused the shelves, trying to figure out what sounded good at the moment.

"Pick whatever you want." Wooyoung told you. "My treat."

That made you stop. "What?"

"Your period stuff, snacks, I'll pay for all of it."

For someone who was making period jokes earlier, he sure was being sweet.

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek, thanking him for his thoughtful offer.

On the way home, you decided to tease Wooyoung since he barely knew anything about periods, curious to see his reaction to a particular prank you'd seen circulating the internet.

"Did you know pads and tampons come in different flavors?"

Wooyoung's eyes widened. "Flavors?"

"Yeah. Didn't you notice the colors and pictures on the packaging?"

"Yes."

"The color is whatever flavor they are. Green is green apple, purple is grape, pink is strawberry and so on."

"Wait really?"

"Yeah."

"Why? What's the point?"

You shrugged, holding back a grin.

"Are you being serious right now? Do they really have flavors?"

"No." You laughed, throwing your head back as you let loose a string of cackles.

"Y/n, that's so mean." Wooyoung pouted. "I almost believed you."

"Sorry." You laughed. "I just wanted to see if I could get by with it."

"I bought you snacks." His full lips were stuck out as he spoke, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I was just teasing, love." You nudged him.

Unable to keep up his act any longer, Wooyoung cracked a small smile.

"That was pretty good, actually."

"I know." You grinned.

"I think you should make it up to me though"

"How?" Your eyes narrowed, wondering what sort of deal he was preparing to strike up.

"Play video games with me when we get home."

A smiled made its way onto your face at his proposal. "I think that can be arranged."

𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎 | 종호 | w.c. 1,050

The sunlight that seeped in through the window hit your closed eyelids, the intrusion pulling you from your sleep just enough to make you aware of it. You rolled over in bed keeping your eyes shut, snuggling further into your plush pillow. As you slowly began to wake, you stretched your arm across the bed, reaching for Jongho only to be met with an empty space, the palm of your hand hitting the sheets that were crumpled from being haphazardly tossed back into place. The lack of his presence made you frown, sitting up on your elbow while searching the room.

All thoughts of your temporarily missing boyfriend flew right out the bedroom window as a sticky and somewhat uncomfortable feeling below caught your attention. The all too familiar heart-stopping feeling was something you knew well. Without wasting another second, you shot up out of bed, jerking back the covers to find an ugly, red stain on the fitted sheet.

"No, no, no, no, no." You murmured the same word over and over again in a panic.

This was Jongho's bed and it was his sheets you'd just ruined.

"Crap." You hissed, rushing to your bag to grab an extra pair of underwear and fresh pants, taking your toiletry bag with you as you slipped into the bathroom to clean yourself up. While in the bathroom, you managed to get most of the bloodstain off your panties thanks to some cold water and hand soap, which seemed to do the trick. The process was repeated for your pajama bottoms.

Once you were finished, you went back to Jongho's room and promptly stripped his bed, wadding your stained underwear and pajama pants up with them.

You weren't sure where Jongho was, but you hoped you could make it to the laundry room without being noticed.

The universe must've been against you because as soon as you stepped out of the bedroom, Jongho was standing there in the hallway.

"Jongho." You uttered his name dumbly.

"Y/n, you're awake." He smiled softly, his eyes dropping down to the crumpled wad of fabric in your arms. "Why do you have the sheets?"

"I sweat pretty bad last night." You lied. "I didn't want to leave your sheets stinky so I'm going to wash them."

"Oh. You don't have to do that. I can wash them."

You pulled the heap away from him just as he reached out to take them from you. "It's okay. I got it. Really."

He held his hands up in surrender. "Alright."

You hurried past him and into the laundry room, lying the sheet across the top of the washer and dryer along with your underwear and pajama bottoms as you rummaged through Jongho's detergent to see if he had a stain stick or something to pretreat the splotch before tossing it into the wash.

You pushed past bleach, fabric softener, and laundry scent crystals, but you couldn't seem to find any stain remover.

Jongho heard your noisy rummaging from the other room, going to check on you and see if you needed any help. When he stepped into the laundry room he saw his sheets laid out, a dark red stain standing out against the gray fabric. Along with it was your panties and the pair of pajama bottoms you had worn to bed the night before, an equally as noticeable stain on them as well.

Your eyes were blown wide like a deer in the headlights as embarrassment and mortification hit you like a massive wave, your entire face set on fire due to the situation.

Not only had Jongho seen the ugly stain you left on his (probably expensive) sheets, but your underwear and pajama bottoms as well.

You should have moved. You should have scrambled to grab your panties and hidden them behind your back, but you were completely frozen in place, unable to move. As if that wasn't bad enough, you could feel what was sure to be a painful series of cramps coming on in your lower abdomen.

Jongho's eyes met yours and you let loose, sputtering what could only be classified as word vomit.

"I'm so sorry I ruined your sheets. I promise I'll get the stain out. I know it's gross and it's embarrassing."

"It's not gross." He responded, his expression showing no disgust whatsoever. "You can't control it."

"What?"

Jongho shrugged. "It's only natural."

You couldn't ignore the way your heart thumped. Of course Jongho wouldn't think something like this was a big deal. You should've known better. Nothing ever phased him.

Jongho's eyes drifted back over to the sheets on the washer where your undergarment was still laid out for him to see.

"Don't look at those." You stepped in front of your unmentionables to block his view.

"Why?" He chuckled amusedly. "It's just underwear. You've seen mine before."

"That's because you don't know how to keep your room clean and they're tossed on the floor."

"Touché. But it's still just underwear. No big deal." He stepped forward, rubbing the top of your head. "You're worrying too much, pretty."

You huffed softly, sticking out your bottom lip in reluctant defeat.

"Now let's take care of these sheets. What were you looking for in here?"

"Something to pretreat the stain."

"Ah." Jongho moved over to his laundry products, pulling out a spray bottle. "I believe this is what you were searching for. This should do the trick. I've used it to get coffee stains out of my clothes plenty of times. Works like a charm."

"Thanks." You took the bottle from him and sprayed the stains on everything before tossing them into the washing machine.

"I'll start the wash." Jongho volunteered, messing with the settings and starting the laundry cycle.

He came up and rubbed your back soothingly.

"You feeling alright?"

"For now. The cramps haven't started up yet, but I'm sure they will."

"If they do, I've got a heating pad you can use."

Your gaze softened while a gentle smile graced your features. "Thank you."

"Of course." He stroked your hair in a caring manner. "Are you hungry? You want anything to eat?"

"Some breakfast sounds nice."

"Alright. I'll make you your favorite." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You just sit and I'll make it."

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thinking about the domestic life with lottie. sfw.

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that one scene with her in the kitchen with callie makes me tear up. i need to cook with this woman. she's so the type to slap your ass as she walks past, either with her hand or a towel. i think she'd love to grab a bag of cup(cake) mix every time you guys go to the store. and, she has to spend 10 minutes deciding what frosting and if she wants sprinkles or those little dots for the topping. she loves that aisle, man. every time she smells that bakery smell she's reminded of how fun it is to cook/bake with you in the kitchen and has to grab something.

you're her little taste tester too. sitting on the counter while she stirs some mixture, lottie dipping her finger in it and she opens her mouth to signal for you to open your lips before putting her finger inside. you love her fingers and you love cooking with her so it's like the best moment ever. you two always end up a little sidetracked during these taste tests heh....

probably wears an apron with "mama chef" written on it and most definitely has matching ones with you

you can hear the sound of music playing softly in the kitchen when you get home, lottie's loud humming making you smile after a rough day. tiredly kicking your shoes off and tossing your jacket on the floor, you shuffle into the kitchen and are greeted with the sight of lottie's back muscles as she dances and stirs something in a bowl. she's too into the music and dancing to hear you walk in, and you use the opportunity to lean against one of the counters to admire her. you watch her hips sway from side to side to the beat with the biggest grin on your lips, and you think you just have to take out your phone to record this. your heart bursts about a million times watching her nod along to the song, and you almost blow your cover when she tastes the batter and starts talking to herself about how good it is. after shoving your phone in your pocket, you walk up behind her and grasp her hips, moving along with her. "what're you making?" you mumble, laughing at her slight sound of surprise. she sets the spoon down and turns in your arms to give you a welcome home kiss that makes you breathless when she pulls away. "i went to the store while you were at work and got some cupcake mix." she responds. she trails her nails up and down your arms while you mess with her apron, still humming along to the song.

she teaches you how to steal for sure. encourages it even. she's aghast when you tell her that you didn't know most items wouldn't even beep if you stole it (....me) and takes you to a mall to test your skills. maybe it's the same mall she used to steal from at tj maxx and she still knows her way around and it's kind of hot that she knows where all the security cameras are. rewards you with a kiss when you succesfully steal something and uses her charisma (and money) to get you out of trouble if you get caught

lottie x gamer!reader. you get special privileges at the compound and are the only person allowed technology. she'll order you that 2k pc that you need to play minecraft on, trust. you get your own gaming room in the space she stays at and she helps you buy decorations for it, especially if you stream. she gets you this light for your door to let her know if you're streaming or not because she loves barging in unannounced. doing those couple youtube video where you ask each other questions or do the girlfriend tag lmfao. having her read out comments about her like thirst tweets,, she makes sure to let them know she's spoken for. if you're a big enough streamer, you definitely take her to twitchcon or whatever big con you're invited to! she gets to meet all your streaming buddies, loves watching you interact with your fans, loves when ppl recognize her and ask for pictures with her, and i think she'd be the one recording the trip for your youtube vlog/stream. also ur number 1 supporter,, she comments on everything including your tweets and insta posts.

im forever spreading the transfem lottie agenda, so i have to add doing her estrogen shot for her. sometimes she's so busy with the compound and forgets to do it that week, so while she's reading out people's gratitude cards to you, you prep her thigh and do her shot.

working at the compound with her, not seeing her for hours because you're both busy attending to people, and when you finally meet up you two just kiss and hug until you have to go back. bringing her some of the food from the cafeteria because you know she probably hasn't eaten today. she's very clingy some days and asks you to just stick with her all day. just got a vision of her holding your hand while talking w someone and jerking it everywhere because she speaks with her hands. lottie using you for demonstration purposes for her theraputic rituals because you're perfect.

also ^ surprising her with a cat you found on the side of the road when driving back to the compound. letting it roam around because the compound is so big but it gets lost one day and you're devastated. she goes out at night to look for it while you're in bed and is so upset when she has to tell you that she found nothing. eventually, it comes back though, and she pampers the shit out of it. and you tbh. she's just happy that you're happy again.

getting a nice cozy apartment together after they seize her compound. you probably were the one to tell her they took her community because she was in a mental facility at the time. going with her to pack things up and giving her time to say goodbye to everything. moving in with her and lazing around for like a day or two on some blowup beds before putting your asses to work.

lottie little spoon!!! she needs to feel your arms wrapped around her to sleep comfortably at night

lottie meeting your parents. kinda nervous but kinda cocky at how shocked they are at her age. prolly brings the best and most expensive wine to get herself on their good side. she stays the night and she makes fun of your childhood bedroom smh.

i know she'd be the best gf ever i wanna take care of her and be her controversially younger butch.

[wintfleur]

ꔫ sweet teasing and toothbrushes

°. — pairings ( lando norris x fem! reader )

°. — summary ( a cute interaction with your sweet bf when you get him a toothbrush )

°. — details ( g; fluff. w; none that I know of. wc; 1.1k )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I honestly have no idea what to say about this, it’s definitely not my best work. I was watching this cute tiktok and I got the idea to write this. was written while I was in the car, so it’s kinda rushed. I do hope you guys enjoy this! I also would like to happily announce that my requests are open!! ฅ́˘ฅ̀ )

It wasn't much of a surprise anymore, when you would come home to find your boyfriend occupying your apartment. He had his own key, it made things easier that way. When your classes ran late, he could let himself in, instead of waiting out in the hall for you to get back. When you lock yourself out, and that happened a lot, he was there to save the day. Plus, your apartment was closer to the airport, so it was just easier for him to come to yours after a late flight. 

So, when you unlocked your front door and heard the distant sound of the tv playing, you knew Lando was here. You quietly close the door behind you, slipping off your shoes and leaving them next to Lando's pair. You heard the sound of a golf game, and you couldn't help but laugh when you hear Lando talking to himself. You walk into the kitchen and set the grocery bags on the counter, the sound of a few mason jars hitting the counter alerts Lando of your presence. 

“Baby? Your home?” You hear Lando exclaim excitedly from the living room, seconds later you hear the sound of his pattering feet coming your way, like a cute puppy. Before you could even turn to look back at him, you feel his arms around your waist and pull you into his chest. 

“Hi Lan” You hummed as you started taking the ingredients for dinner and a few miscellaneous items out of the cloth bags. A giggle escapes past your lips when you feel your sweet boyfriend nuzzle his face into your neck. The feeling of his warm body, warming you up from the cold chill of outside. 

“Hi baby, what can I do to help?” Lando's sweet voice comes out muffled, littering your neck in soft kisses between his words. You could tell by his kisses and the way his hands went under your shirt to touch your skin that he had alternative motives, but you wouldn't let yourself get distracted by your boyfriend's ‘innocent’ touch. 

“Can you put our toothbrushes in the bathroom and toss the old one?” you smile cheekily, tilting your head to get a better look at him as you lift the plastic package that held two cute toothbrushes. You were in the essential's aisle getting some toothpaste when you saw the cute matching pair toothbrushes, as soon as you saw the cute hearts you immediately thought of Lando, and the raggedy toothbrush holder Lando carries around whenever he stays with you. 

“Our toothbrushes?” Lando whispers as he takes the toothbrushes into his hands, letting go of your waist. The shock in his tone causes you to turn around to face him, leaning back against the counter. You were confused on why he sounded so surprised over a toothbrush, when he looked away from the toothbrushes, he noticed your confused stare. 

“You got me a toothbrush.” 

“Lan please tell me you aren't one of those people who have emotional attachments to their toothbrushes” You giggled teasingly, softly nudging your knee against his thigh, you found the shock in his face very adorable, and you couldn't help but take the chance to tease him. 

“What no?” Your boyfriend sputtered out quickly as he shook his head no. He could tell you were teasing him, and he looked down at the set of toothbrushes, and a sweet smile appeared on his lips. He could understand why others wouldn't be so moved by getting a toothbrush, but for him it meant so much in so many different ways “But you got me a toothbrush for here”? 

“You're getting this sappy over a toothbrush? Baby you literally have a key to my apartment” You smile as you step closer to him and hold onto the hand that wasn't holding the toothbrushes, you were starting to get why he was so emotional about it. You and Lando have talked about your past relationships, and he has voiced that he never really felt secure and at home in a relationship…so this meant a lot. 

“I have a key to your apartment because you lock yourself out like 5 times a month” Lando quickly teased you, vividly remembering every time he got that text or call from you, most of them starting ‘hey Lan baby…’. You were so adorable and all he wanted to do was give you a big smooch, but he still had more to say. 

“But you getting me a toothbrush it's different, it means you want me here more…that I’m really welcomed here” Lando spoke quietly, he was deeply moved by it, and you could tell by the way his eyes watered a little. He was a little embarrassed at how emotional he got, so he looked down at his shoes, hoping that you didn't notice. But of course, you noticed, you knew your boyfriend so well. 

“Baby are you gonna cry?” you sweetly tease him, bringing your hand up to cup his chin and tilt it up so you could get a better look at him. Lando looks up at you and locks eyes with yours, he could see the love you held for him in them. He felt the corners of his lips tilt up at your teasing, he appreciated your playfulness, knowing that he probably really would have cried if you commented on his watery eyes normally. 

“It's allergies, you have a horrendous taste in candles” Lando spoke quickly, his eyes not leaving yours, you stopped yourself from laughing at his words, you always did love your boyfriend's wittiness. You let go of his hand and brought both of your hands up to cup his face, you spoke softly “Okay one rude.” 

“And two, you are always welcome to stay here with me. Lando, I love when your here with me, it truly feels like home when your here, me getting you a toothbrush for here was because I was tired of seeing that raggedy toothbrush case” your tone trails off from sweet to teasing, your thumbs softly caressed the skin of his cheeks. You meant every word, your apartment really felt like a home whenever Lando was there. He made the place livelier; he made you happier. 

“Hey, don't hate on the case” Lando pouts playfully as he leans against one of your hands, finding comfort in your touch. You smile and lean up and place a soft kiss on your boyfriend's pretty lips. The soft kiss turned hungry as Lando moved his hand that wasn't holding the toothbrushes, to your lower back, pressing you against him. 

“Thank you” your boyfriend whispered breathlessly against your lips a big smile on his lips, and before you could say there was no need to thank me, your boyfriend was letting go of you and practically skipping out of the kitchen. You watch him with an adoring smile, you call out “Lando where are you going?” 

The sound of his giggle's echoes through the quiet apartment, well besides his footsteps. You hear his cheerful voice shout “To use my toothbrush.” 

°. — taglist ( @iloveyou3000morgan @ophcelia )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( like I said at the top, my requests are open now. I will definitely make a post in the future about my rules and things like that for requests. The next few weeks I will be busier then usual so I might not get the requests out that fast, but I will try! Ty all )

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

I Touch Myself [Joel x f!reader]

Read on Ao3

Now with a sequel: I Want You To Love Me

Ship: Joel Miller x you/f!reader (same age as Joel, no description, no y/n)

Tags/warnings: Nothing, really. Dancing and being cute.

Summary: Joel returns to Jackson with a new tape for Ellie. It contains a beloved song you haven't heard in over twenty years.

Words: 1,942

A/N: The song is question is, obviously I Touch Myself by Divinyls. God I love it. It is now my Joel song. And he would be horrified if it was played when Ellie was in the room. Because he is a little prude.

When the patrol returns, they bring with them a long-awaited returnee. You happen to pass by the gates when they open, and you stop to watch the horses and their riders return to Jackson. In the middle of the group is Joel, weather-beaten but seemingly unharmed. His keen eyes scan the crowd, finding you immediately, and a smile lights up his face.

You make your way to him once the riders have stopped and dismounted, and Joel pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around you.

”Welcome back,” you whisper, feeling lighter than you have in two weeks, since he left. Joel sometimes goes on his little excursions, always bringing back items no one else seem to be able to find. You trust him to take no risks, to be okay, but you still worry. How could you not?

”Good to be back,” he rasps against your ear before drawing back enough to give you a quick kiss. One that says ”not here, not now, but later”. Joel is not one for huge public displays of affection. You smile at him, touch his cheek with its greying stubble, and steal another kiss, just a little one to carry you until the two of you can be together.

“Where’s Ellie?” he now asks, arms slowly unwrapping from your waist, one hand grabbing the reins of the horse, the other lingering by your hand. You let your fingers play with his.

“Training session with Jessie. Or just, you know, up to her shenanigans.”

“Anything happen while I was away?”

“Nothing important,” you shake your head. “Ellie and I are fine, and I’m sure Tommy will give you a rundown of current affairs in town.”

You see Tommy approaching, big smile on his face, and Joel chuckles.

“I’m sure he will. I’ll see you later, okay?”

You just nod, curl your fingers around his for a quick, affectionate squeeze, and then take the horse from him.

Later, when you’re back in the house you share with Joel and Ellie, mending holes in Ellie’s sweaters by the kitchen table, Joel walks in. His backpack is lighter as he sets it down on the table, and bends over to give you a proper kiss. His tongue licks into your mouth, sweetly enough but you can taste the budding desire behind it. You have missed him terribly, and now that he’s finally home, there is nothing you want more than to lock yourself into the bedroom with him.

But there are still chores to be done, and Joel needs a shower and a hot meal.

Just as you stand up so that you can wrap your arms around Joel’s neck, the door opens, and Ellie bursts in. Joel breaks the kiss, but his hand stays on your hip, longing to touch you after two weeks apart.

Ellie stops in the doorway, tilts her head, and raises her eyebrows.

“Should I come back later?” she asks with a wry grin. You roll your eyes.

“Preferably.”

She scoffs, and as you sit down and pick up your mending, Joel turns towards Ellie.

“Hey, kiddo.”

Ellie closes the door, then saunters closer, trying to play it cool.

“Were you away?”

Joel sighs, but he’s always quick to smile when interacting with the fifteen-year-old.

“No, I was hiding in the basement for two weeks.” Joel puts his hands on his hips, scowling at Ellie.

“That explains the smell.”

You snort, and Joel shoots you a disapproving look before Ellie comes up to him, and throws her arms around him. Joel hugs her back, briefly, before she lets go.

“You good?” she asks, a little demure until Joel nods and assures her that he’s fine, just a little saddle-sore. She shoots him her most fake sympathetic grimace.

“That’s what you get when you put your old ass in a saddle for two weeks.”

“Watch it,” he grunts, “or you won’t be getting any gifts.”

“There are gifts?” Ellie quickly sits down at the kitchen table and taps her palms to the surface. “Come on, I’m ready.”

“Aren’t there always?” you point out calmly, fastening the thread and holding up your hand for the scissors that the girl readily hands to you.

“Might hold onto them until Christmas,” Joel threatens, opening up his backpack and producing a cassette tape. Ellie’s eyes immediately go round.

“Oh, what’s on it?”

“No idea, there’s no J-card.”

He gives the tape case to Ellie, who turns it over in her hands. You look up from the next garment you are about to mend.

“What do we say?”

“I was coming to that,” she rolls her eyes. “Thank you, Joel.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Joel shrugs. “It might not work.”

“We’ll see.” Ellie jumps out of her seat and runs upstairs to her room, returning with her portable CD player with a cassette deck. She puts the cassette in, and presses play.

The sound is terrible; there is crackling and distortion, but you recognize the intro coming out of the player’s tiny speakers. It’s a ballad, syrupy and dramatic, and you frown as you try to remember the singer.

“Hold on, I know this one.”

“Bryan Adams,” Joel fills in, and you nod.

“That’s it. Everything I Do, right?”

“Sounds lame,” Ellie rules. She’s not much for pop but prefers grunge and rock. You shrug.

“It was a huge hit back in the day. A whole generation made out to this song.”

“Yuck.”

Ellie fast forwards the tape, ignoring Joel’s Careful, you might break it. When she presses play again, a new song comes on, and you sit up straight at once.

“Oh it can’t be!”

“What’s this?” Ellie wants to know. You hum together with the first verse, singing the lyrics that are coming back to you:

I love myself

I want you to love me

When I'm feelin' down

I want you above me

I search myself

I want you to find me

I forget myself

I want you to remind me

The first chorus comes on, and you are transported back in time, to your first apartment, your first job after college, a love that you as a twenty-year-old would last forever. Your eyes close and you start to move in your seat.

I don't want anybody else

When I think about you, I touch myself, ooh

I don't want anybody else

Oh no, oh no, oh no

You can’t remember his name or his face, the man from your youth. In fact, the only name and face you can think of are Joel’s. So when the first chorus ends, you open your eyes, stand up, and start to move away from the table, dancing slowly to the song, eyes fastened on Joel.

“Is she singing about what I think she is?” Ellie asks poignantly, clearly enjoying the scandalized look on Joel’s face. He reaches for the player.

“Next song, please.”

“Don’t you fucking dare, Joel Miller!” You point at him with your most menacing glare, and he dares not touch the player. “I haven’t heard this song in twenty years, I’m going to damn well enjoy it!”

Your finger, pointed at Joel, becomes a beckoning wave as you sing along with the next verse:

You're the one who makes me come running

You're the sun who makes me shine

When you're around I'm always laughing

I wanna make you mine

Joel’s still shaking his head and Ellie is grimacing.

“This is laaaaaame.”

“You’re lame,” you retort childishly before turning back to Joel. “Come on, Joel,” you sway your hips as the third verse begins, “Come dance with me.”

“No way.”

“You’re no fun. Come on, you know you want to.”

You don’t know when you last danced, but moving to this song, with Joel in front of you, is not difficult. It comes naturally, your feet, your hips, your arms flowing of their own to the raspy music. You’d think you’d feel stupid; this old woman jumping around to a song about female masturbation, and in front of a minor. But you don’t, you can’t feel stupid when you hear this old song, the song that you loved in your twenties, the song that works for you today still, when you’re old and your knees are shot, and there’s an equally old and broken man in your life who loves you. This is not stupid at all, nor is it embarrasing. And you haven’t had your man close to you in two weeks, and you want to share this moment with you, this movement of pure joy, of love.

He's watching you closely, more flustered than he’d ever admit. You can tell from the way his jaw is set, how his eyes follow your every move, how his whole body seems to lean towards you. And still, he’s trying to uphold some kind of decorum, for Ellie’s sake. Also, Joel doesn’t dance, doesn’t want attention on him.

You twirl, singing the chorus, wave your arms to Joel, coaxing him to you, and he finally gives in.

“Turn it up, Ellie!” you shout as Joel shuffles to you, awkwardly putting his hands on your hips.

“No, this is embarrassing,” Ellie groans.

“Everything is embarrassing to a fifteen-year-old,” you tell her cruelly, “now give me more volume.”

She obeys, and hides her face in her hands when you put your hands on Joel’s broad shoulders, and move him in rhythm to your own swaying. He’s rigid but trying, bless his heart, and when the song’s spoken interlude comes on, and you lean your head to his shoulder, he relaxes.

I want you

I don't want anybody else

And when I think about you, I touch myself…

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ahh…

You rub yourself against him, not lewdly but with affection, enjoying having his broad, safe body, back together with you. When the last chorus comes on, you slap your hands to Joel’s chest, bend your knees and shimmy down his body. Your knees creak, but you don’t care as you come back up and turn around, grinding against him lightly, finding his hands and wrapping his arms around you.

“Can’t unsee that,” Ellie groans by the table, but you ignore her, and so does Joel. He doesn’t really dance, but he’s moving, and he’s feeling it, you can tell. Keeping contact with you, smiling now when he shares the experience with you, he admires your every move, unrefined as they may be.

When I think about you, I touch myself

I touch myself

I touch myself

I touch myself…

You sway with him slowly during the outro, a little out of breath, and when you turn around as the song finishes, your cheeks are burning.

There is still movement in your hips, and your heart is ridiculously full of joy from having heard this song again. You meet Joel’s soft gaze and see that he has seen it, understood it. His hands are resting softly on your hips, and he seems to lean towards you, as if to kiss you.

“It’s not bad, actually,” Ellie graciosly rules, ruining the moment. Joel rolls his eyes, but you laugh.

“Told you.”

The next song comes on, and you immediately recognize the yearning guitar line. So does Joel, and he seems to regret bringing the tape to Ellie altogether.

“This tape was put together by someone very horny,” you state matter-of-factly as Chris Isaak’s brooding voice, distorted by the age of the tape, comes on in the first, haunting lyrics of Wicked Game.

Joel sputters your name, but Ellie’s laughing.

“We’re going to listen to this whole tape together now,” she decides.

“Damn straight,” you agree.

“Dear God,” Joel sighs.

[faerybella219]

First night at Gale's Tower

@desertharper 's request

Oh, I just read yours the other night on AO3, great job! Could I possibly get Gal and a female elven sorcerer Tav post-game the night they arrive home to his tower? NSFW/SFW, your choice. I just love post-game interactions for the good endings. :)

Fun fact: I play BG3 on Xbox and I started on my old Microsoft account. For some reason, I got logged out/ got “hacked?” and had to delete my account with 200+ hours… I was at the Netherbrain guys!!! So I haven’t finished the game yet but I also love domestic post-game fics. My Bard R! Durge, Vivienne, (who I have posted on here)  is my current run to the finish. In act 3 once again! Anyway, here ya go. It’s like half headcanon half fiction. 

It is still a shock to both of your systems that you’re actually alive. You have defeated the netherbrain against all odds- the old-fashioned way. With swords, spells, and sweat. 

First, we all know Gale’s need to impress you. I imagine him trying to plan a seamless moving day- maybe casting a protective spell over your furniture/ items while they’re being moved into his tower. I can also see him fretting about his various delicate magical artifacts, which the movers seem to disregard! Much to his surprise, might he add, since his mother had suggested this company! Although he likely skips the movers altogether and has his simulacrums move you two in. Some jobs are better done yourself. 

While his simulacrums bring in your boxes/chests of your belongings, they don’t unpack them. He respects your privacy and knows you may be particular about your things. 

I can see things happening quickly after his proposal. The day you move in may be the same day you see his tower (haha) in person for the first time- your new home. 

You can’t help but be overwhelmed by a feeling similar to deja vu. It’s surreal and sort of familiar. You’ve technically been here before. Gale brought you here through the weave while on the road, and you seem magnetically drawn to the balcony. You remember sitting on this very balcony in the weave. Waterdeep’s ocean glitters before you, and you get lost staring into the soothing waves. 

Gale puts his head on the top of yours. His hands rest on the railing on either side of you. He buries his nose in your hair and pulls you close to him from behind. It’s finally happening. It’s finally real. The peace you feel in this moment- hopeful, content, and unbelieving- it’s what makes your journey worth it. 

Turning around in his embrace, you hug him too tight and he makes a groan of strain and laughter. His classic old man noises. You could get used to those.  

Taking his face in your hands, you see joy brimming in his eyes. The way he looks at you makes your heart swell. Gale Dekarios- the wizard of intentionally limited renown is all yours for years to come.

He will likely insist unpacking can wait, it’s your first night together in your new home.

I have no doubt he will take you on a tour of the place, including special spaces he has saved for you/ your interests. You like to craft/crochet/sew? He has a craft room set up. What is his is yours. He knows you will handle his artifacts with care and if you are a sorcerer he will encourage you to bring yours and combine your collection. He has a section of his library saved for whatever literature you might want to add, and a section of what he recommends for you specifically- available for you to pick up at any time. 

Overenthusiastic is an understatement. But he tries to play it lighthearted to not overwhelm you. 

You cook dinner together in your new kitchen. You kiss in your new kitchen. He’s not a good dancer but is so overjoyed by you being here with him that he brings you close to sway. 

When it’s time for bed you notice he ordered a second nightstand for your side of the bed. In the drawer is something special and thoughtful, whether it's a chocolate you like or a book. Maybe it’s a solvent for some ailment that has been bothering you. He will remind you to put it on every night. 

I can see the night being with or without sex. I can picture him lying in bed and staring into your eyes, just treasuring your presence in his bed. There will be a thousand nights in the future for sex. Although, I can see the night needing a physical commemoration as well! It all depends on what your vibe is.

When you wake, you have tender good mornings with sleepy, rasping voices. He pulls you close, onto his chest as he praises the rest of your days together. He cooks you breakfast, and you two spend the rest of your second day unpacking your belongings and creating your shared home. 

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

Pure passion and savoring each other. The sex is emotional and slow. 

Tonight marks the rest of your lives coexisting and living together. You’re having milestone sex. This is no quickie. This is body worship, treasuring each other’s lives, and pure love and devotion. 

You kiss until your lips feel plump, your tongues tangle until you’re wet. Only when you’re squirming does he move south.

Gale uses every kiss as a landmark. He kisses your forehead, cheeks, down your neck- his hands are grasping and caressing anywhere he can reach. 

His hold on you is strong. Hands grip your waist as he devours you. He doesn’t want it to end. He teases you until you beg for release, and once you orgasm you can’t stop. He doesn’t let you get away with less than 3 before the night ends. 

When he fucks you it's languid and deep. His hard cock drags against your walls in a pull so delicious it's torture. Slow tenderness eventually turns to rapid passion as he gives in to his desires. 

You two are moaning and crying out into the night air as he pounds into you. Your grip on him is tight as your mouths and hips move in synch. 

You wake up with little marks over your chest, although you never remember him being rough. 

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

You know, all I want is to spend some time with Nikto on his off-days and have him read Dostoyevski to me, if you don't want to make this like a single fic you can maybe incorporate it into "ravishing allure" some time later 🥹

"…and there can be no love otherwise."

PAIRINGS: Nikto x F!Reader

SYNOPSIS: If anyone could make the bad days better, it was Nikto.

WORDCOUNT: 2.3k

WARNINGS: Stress from work/life, lack of sleep, mostly fluff, comfort, etc.

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

There were times you wondered if putting up with your job was really worth it. Sure, you needed the money to pay rent, food, and bills, among a laundry list of others that just seemed to never end, but was the cost of your sleep the metaphorical soul you had to hand over? 

Every day you came home tired to your little apartment—neighbors loud and the light in the bathroom flickering because the electrician had never shown up to fix it. Tired, but unable to fall asleep until everything else was done. So, you’d make dinner, clean, shower, sit down to mindlessly watch a show on TV for half an hour, and then stumble into bed. 

Only to stay awake and stare at the ceiling. 

You can’t say why you do it, thinking over the things you did wrong and the awkward conversations you have with coworkers; you shouldn’t care about it—really, you shouldn't. Yet you can’t stop your brain from slipping like a slide to every instance, every millisecond where you felt the air of the interaction change. Side-eyes and confused looks. 

And then at six o’clock, you’d drag yourself out of bed with bags on your face and a drained expression to do it all over again. 

“Hi, how can I help you today?” 

“Oh, of course, we have some in the back—I’ll go grab it for you.”

“Thank you! You have a good day now, Sir. Come back soon.”

It just felt fake. Greet, help, take money, wave and smile, repeat, repeat, repeat. But maybe today would be slightly different, by the second pair of shoes that were placed in your apartment entry as you slowly opened the front door. 

Boots—black and set an equal distance apart with a cleaned surface despite the places they’d been and what they’d probably stepped through. They were neatly situated under the small bench you had for convenience, and you blink at them as you softly shut the door and lock it. A large, and matching in color, jacket was folded and placed atop the flat surface—keys sitting in an indent. 

Nikto, ever the neat and tidy one. He must be back then. 

While the two of you didn’t live together, the bear of a man had made a habit of coming over when he returned from deployments with KorTac—you’d given him a key the second year you’d been together. 

Your ears faintly twitch to the sound of cooking, nose moving just a second later to the scent of something on the stove. Clinking pans and silent footsteps. He knew you were here, sure as anything. Weakly sighing, you shift out of your jacket and shoes; tossing them in the general direction of the bench as you rub at your eyes and drop your purse to the floor with a slap of canvas. 

How do you explain looking like shit? 

Shuffling into the kitchen, you undo some of the buttons on your blouse to let yourself breathe, dress pants running along the carpet as your feet pad like a hound’s slapping paws. Vision blurry and eyelids threatening to close on you, you find the tall man in front of the stove, moving something in a pan with sizzling oils with the wide flex of his shoulders.

On another burner, there’s a large pot of simmering water—the counter has already been cleaned up of flour and mess, a tidy pile of dirty items sitting in the sink to be washed. You stare for a second before you grumble a hello, forcing your body to sag into his back as you walk over and slap your forehead into his spine. 

Nikto grunts lowly in response and continues what he’s doing. 

While it wasn’t rare to find him in the kitchen—in fact, you prefer it when he cooks—but usually when he got back you opted to order supper. He always insisted, gruffly, that he wasn’t tired, but you just wanted him to relax.

It was fun to baby him. 

“Didn’t know you were going to be back today,” you whisper into him, arms hanging by your sides. 

“We were released early,” his voice is deep and harsh—a bark of his Russian accent and rasp. Every word is thought out and said with purpose. “Conflict in schedule.”

You hum lowly, and it’s immediately after that Nikto stiffens, back going straighter. It’s the fact that you don’t even notice that you’ve completely screwed up your own routine that tips him off; how your change in pace had made him initially suspicious as he’d heard you enter the apartment. 

You hadn't commented on his eyes. Hadn’t tried to get him to turn around to see them. 

There was a running gag that Nikto tolerated—you’d grab him carefully by the chin and tilt his blank eyes to you in all of their icy glory. Sparks of glass and chilled storms inlay near the pupils. You’d stare, smile, and then say, “Yup, he’s still in there.” 

Even if you couldn’t see it under his balaclava, Nikto’s lips would part and he’d study your face for a minute in silence, before lightly bonking his forehead to yours. A strange and unique kiss that only he could perfect in his intimidating way. 

You hadn’t even attempted that. 

Nikto puts down the fork he was using to push around the fried potatoes and mushrooms; Pelmeni still simmering in the pot for another five minutes. The cut-up dill and melted butter on the counter are pushed from his mind with a purpose in his veins.

“What is wrong with you?” Nikto turns and you stifle a fatigued snort as you look up at him. It wasn’t his fault, of course. English isn’t his first language, and you found his broken, or sometimes bare-bones blunt, sentences to be endearing.

“Such a way with words, hm?” You can’t help but tease, and you can see the annoyed furrow of his brown brows, nose huffing a breath. “Just tired, Nikto.” Your words make his gaze slide along the very visible bags and the red veins of your eyes. 

He mutters something in Russian under his breath, lids narrowing on you as he grasps your shoulders and moves you back so he can look you up and down slowly in a near clinical breakdown of atoms. As if he can peel back clothes and splay nerves to light. 

“You look horrible…Sickly.” You can see the brain working as your lips go into a line to stay off your loud laugh. “Like dead woman walking.”

He was so much better with actions than words, this beast of wide shoulders and shifting thighs that could crush your bones to dust in an instant. You liked that about him—you never had to guess when he was being genuine or not.

“Work’s been rough,” you chuckle lowly, sliding on a fake smile that doesn’t fool him for a second. “Nothing I can’t…figure out, okay? Thanks for making supper, I love when you cook.”

Nikto’s eyes soften just a smidge, his hands holding your flesh just the littlest bit tighter. His expansive chest rises and falls in a heavy sigh, the bulk of his stomach and pecs visible under the tucked black t-shirt and his spare cargo pants.

Without a word, you’re being lifted with little more than a huff of, “моя нежная девочка… keep awake.”

You squeak as you’re settled onto his shoulder, hanging off like a sack of grain as his arm wraps over the top of your tailbone—large other hand on your thigh and fingers firmly grasping your skin. 

“Nikto—!”

“Hush,” he grunts, a bark of a chuckle wafting out as your hand playfully hits his back with a pathetic slap. The man raises a brow, smirking under his face covering. “What do you expect to do with that, girl?” 

“To let you know,” you poke at his spine and he shifts your farther down his shoulder in retaliation as you scramble and grasp at his shirt; giggling as your head sways to his steps. “That I won't go quietly!” 

“Good to know,” he grumbles. “I would want nothing less, eh?” 

His hands make sure that you don’t fall, even if you were to start wiggling or slipping.

You go limp and let him carry you into the living room, face burning with appreciation as your limbs let themselves rest. Nikto slings you back over his shoulder and drops you to the couch as you laugh, head purposely hitting the pillow as your chest rises and falls with breaths. 

The man stares down at you as you chuckle in gasps, always one to stare at any chance he gets. His arms crossed at his chest, feet apart, and shadow slipping over you from the overhead light. You gaze up silently, a smile on your lips, and quizzically raise to your brow.

“Stay,” is what he says to you, icy vision sliding down your body with a hum of approval. He sends a teasing slap to your thigh before striding back into the kitchen, narrowly missing your leg kicking out at his arse. 

Nikto scoffs at your attempt and disappears.

Normally you’d run at him and jump on his back, hanging off like an animal, but being as fatigued as you are, you call a mumbled curse at his name and curl sideways. Your face nuzzles into the pillow, smiling lightly before you let your eyes momentarily close.

You must have taken a quick nap because it seemed not even a second later that you were being shaken awake by a hand on your arm; spreading up to run over your cheek as your lashes flutter. “Милая.” You sigh, vision blurry and your head pounding. A strong scent hits your nose and you perk—rubbing at your eyes and face. “Eat.”

A plate of fried potatoes with mushrooms and another bowl of Pelmeni are on the coffee table, and the former is shoved into your face by a strong hand, the small dumplings topped with melted butter and dill. 

“Pelmeni,” Nikto states in a monotone, blinking at you as if you don’t know his own culture’s food by now. He made them often enough, which was why you liked him so much—food was truly the way to your love.

You’d taken up baking some of Nikto’s favorite desserts once, had failed horribly, and left most of the kitchen work to him—but the funny thing was that whenever you did bake, the man still always cleaned his plate. You’d never seen him turn down your food, even when you could see his eyes scrunch with restrained aversion.

“Да,” he would grunt out, “good.” It was so strained you always laughed so hard your lungs hurt after. On the off-hand, Nikto’s skills in the kitchen were enough to get you to sell your car for just another bite. 

Sitting up, you carefully take the bowl and look up at him, smiling deeply. 

“Thank you, Nik.” The man hums and turns his head away, still unused to outright affection even two years in. “Nikto~” you draw out his name, tilting your head to the side and trying to catch his gaze again. 

“Silence, woman,” he growls with no real heat, huffing before carefully placing his forehead to yours again as you expected him to. You giggle and stare into his eyes smugly. 

You knew what he was waiting for. Your blood runs hot, face going into a picture of care. His blues blink at you as snowflakes mingle with mist; a mix of cold and desolate landscapes that offer no reprieve from harm besides the small glint of fire they gain when they lock with yours. 

“Yup,” you whisper, and Nikto’s shoulders loosen as he presses more deeply into your skin. “He’s still in there.” 

He stares intensely, and the faintest of twitches under his balaclava tell you all you need to know. 

Nikto makes sure you eat your fill and when you’re done he takes the dishes and washes them while you shower and get into pajamas. Sluggish, but warmed by a full stomach and your boyfriend’s care. You come out to find he’s already reclining on the couch, book in hand as the other bends behind his neck. Lights were low and the heat turned up. Nikto opens his side to you and your body snuggles next to him—it had taken a long time to earn his trust like this; to be near him and to freely give affection.

It would be longer still until you saw his face, but you can live with that. There was no rush, and you knew it was a large soft spot even if he’d never shared the details as to why.

You sigh deeply and Nikto grunts, moving his arm behind your back and keeping you to his chest as he reads. 

This is a common sight from him, and he begins reading to you in his mother tongue from the works of Fyodor Dostoevsky, the grit and gravel of his voice sliding into words and sensations as you practically feel it coming from his chest and throat. Your head situates itself under his chin, feeling his free hand playing with your hair until you go brain-dead except to the way he feels and sounds. Harsh words had never been more gentle.

Halfway through he switches to English, his sentences now more slow and thought out and your lashes flutter; breath soft as you take in his scent of oakmoss and amber. His heart beats steady and true. 

“‘To love is to suffer,’” he reads, fingers rubbing circles into your clothes and letting you sleep as the day grows faster into a cold night. He glances down with easy eyes, gripping you just a bit closer as your body entirely goes limp in his embrace. “‘...And there can be no love otherwise.’” 

He silences himself and watches for a moment before he closes the book, dropping it silently to the coffee table and staring past you at the ceiling. The man feels your warmth bleed into his scarred and damaged skin and whispers something akin to vindication.

Nikto listens to your steady breathing and holds you. Steady. Noiseless. 

He grunts to himself and only presses you closer.

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[lazyneonrabbitt]

Daisy chains

Gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Daryl gets separated after the prison attack. He comes across a home for him and his kid to hole up in. Your home.

Daryl was running.

Running from walkers, from anything or anyone that could hear them.

Him and his daughter.

His selfish act of hiding a personal stash of formula and other necessary items to care for his toddler who fussed against his chest as he made his way through the area. She slowly starting to pick up volume as the fussing became full on crying and he had to start running to keep away from the dead she unknowingly lured.

"Shh, please. Yer wakin' the dead with yer cryin'." His hand held the back of her head and rubbed soothing circles on her skin, jogging to keep a rocking motion going as he moved on.

In his frantic search he spotted a house at the edge of the forest and decided it was the best option they had.

Circling the home he found the back door unlocked and locked it behind him, barricading it to the best of his ability.

Click.

The unmistakable sound of a gun right behind his head made him stop dead in his tracks, carefully raising his hands and thus letting go of his daughter's head.

Fhe loss of contact had her starting to sniffle and cry again and all Daryl could do was slowly turn around to reveal the two of them.

"Was runnin' from walkers." One of Daryl's hands lowered back to stroke his child's head while keeping the other one up. "She'd been cryin', drew 'em in."

You lowered your gun and clicked the safety back on. "You can feed her here." You weren't happy with other people being in your home, but sending away someone with such a young child wasn't okay in your books. "What can you provide in return?" You walked back into the hall and waved for him to follow. In the kitchen you showed him your stash and handed him a jar for his kid. "You can have this if you can promise me to provide."

Daryl agreed immediately. He knew he could hunt as soon as he figured out if he could trust you with his kid. Most people would kill him and her for being a liability. A redneck and a toddler weren't high on the list of saught after party members.

"After she eats, lay down with her. You two clearly went through hell." You kept a close eye on them for the remainder of the day, needing to know if the man was planning anything besides hiding but up til sundown he still hadn't shown any signs of hostility.

You watched as he put her to sleep and sat back down to rest. "You never introduced yourselves. What do I call you?" You leaned forward so you could speak quietly as to not wake the sleeping toddler.

"M'Daryl. Lil' one's Daisy." You exchanged introductions and both felt okay enough around each other to sleep.

Daryl stuck around inside the house for two days, watching you like a hawk whenever you interacted with Daisy.

"Hey." He found you on the couch with Daisy asleep next to you after having eaten. "Ya good to watch 'er while I hunt? Try'na be back before dark."

If anyone watched the scene from afar they'd assume the two were a couple.

You were surprisingly comfortable with having others around these days, and Daryl was beyond happy he found someone to help with Daisy. He was happy to hunt for you, he was good at it and he'd be proving his worth.

Daryl kept his word and came back before dark with a small deer and to say you were excited was an understatement. You were probably the world's worst hunter so seeing Daryl come back with a week's worth of meat was a huge turn on.

Or maybe you were just deprived. Daryl didn't seem like someone who'd let you jump his bones for any and all reason so you just had to ignore the feelings for as long as needed.

Ignoring lasted for two weeks.

The three of you were living together so comfortably. You brought back way more than needed on your runs and Daryl made sure the area was secure and you always had meat for somewhat balanced meals.

As time passed Daryl started to get the need to find his old group. See if there were survivors he could reunite with but he didn't know how to ask you for a portion of your supplies. You had already been so kind to let him stay and offer the two of them so much. He also felt weird about leaving you here. Separating Daisy from someone she clearly bonded with hurt him too.

Any idea of leaving just felt wrong, unless you'd all leave.

You started to notice him being distant, fidgety all the time so you sat down with him one evening.

"What's eating you, Daryl?"

He glanced up from cleaning his knives only to grumble at you, not answering at all.

"Come on. It's clear you've got something on your mind. Tell me, please?"

With a huff he put his items away and slumped back against the couch. "S'mah group. Gotta find 'em. Dun wanna leave ya alone."

"I'll come." It was an easy decision, really. You helped watching Daisy and he knew the woods well enough to travel through them. "I've got no one, you got them. It'd be good for us all if we found your friends."

Daryl nodded, happy you were on one line and offered to plan their leave, take a few days to prepare and rest up before starting their trek.

Daryl had lived in that house for three only weeks, but still it felt weird to leave it behind. He carried Daisy against his chest and his crossbow slung over his shoulder.

You had food, medication and sleeping supplies strapped to your bag, Daisy's items being in Daryl's luggage. You learned more about Daryl now and also learned from him.

He was an expert huntsman and tracker, leading you from your home to a torn down building that used to house people from the looks of it. You two cleared the needed amount of walkers before settling for the night.

"How do you always seem to know where to go?" You felt so lost out here, but Daryl marched on like he knew the area.

"Been trackin" my whole life. Know wha'm lookin' for."

The next day he quietly talked you through his vision, what he spotten and what it all meant as you moved on with your journey. You were learning and having fun doing so.

While he carried Daisy he let you try out his crossbow which resulted after a week of trying, in your first dinner kill.

That evening you sat close to him as he showed you how to skin small game and roast it over a fire.

You scavenged and hunted on your way, spending every moment together. You were enjoying it and so was he.

When a storm hit you managed to hole up in an old house just in time. It was fhe first night you kissed.

The storm caused the temperature tondrop, and the broken windows caused a lot of wind to gust through the house. You had wrapped Daisy in a bundle of blankets while Daryl worked to get a small fire started. You shared a large blanket, sitting shoulder to shoulder with your legs a tangled mess.

You could feel his gaze on you, quickly looking away each time you tried to catch him but eventually managing and softly laughing, pulljng even closer to him and resting your head on his shoulder. "You can stare, it's okay."

Your hand went to reach for his, making him look down into your eyes. He saw yours flick to his lips and back up and mimicked your gesture, watching you as you leaned closer to him.

"It's okay." Your voice was barely above a whisper, your fingers now intertwined and Daryl still felt comfortable.

With a steadying breath he leaned into you to close the gap, pressing his lips against you in a kiss that warmed you both more than the fire or blankets did.

From that night on you slept in each others' embrace whenever you could.

"Hey," you jogged to catch up with Daryl's strides. "Your group, is Daisy's mom a part of it?"

Daryl scoffed and replied with a stern "No."

"She ain't got no mom." It was clear from his tone he wasn't going to share anything else so you dropped it, falling in with him in silence.

You traveled like that for a while, not speaking unless it was needed until you came across a barn to rest in.

Daisy was tired and all the traveling had her fussing and crying and Daryl couldn't get her to quiet down in his tired, cranky state.

"Let me take her for a bit. You need to rest." Daryl tried to protest but he knew you'd win. He'd always let you win when you had disagreements and honestly he was too tired to even try at this point.

So now you cared for her, managing to make her crying stop and let Daryl sleep while you kept your ears open until you yourself dozed off too.

When you woke up the next morning Daryl was already up and about, keeping Daisy occupied and making sure she ate before you set out again.

Daryl fell into step beside you on a long stretch of road, glancing over at you with Daisy in your arms.

"Her mom.." he sighed deep. "She were a ..a girl, mah brother paid. Thought I needed ta get laid more often." The topic had him anxiously fiddling with the frays on his gloves. "She disappeared fer months. Dumped 'er on mah doorstep an' left."

Oh. You understood now why he never wanted to talk about it. But now you knew the basics you didn't ask further.

You also had to keep your mouth shut before your thoughts escaped.

'I can be her mom, if you let me.'

You weren't sure how he'd respond to those words spoken out loud, even with how close you had gotten over time.

So you kept the words inside, only showing your love for the two of them through actions.

"Ya listnin'?" Daryl stopped and turned to face you, almost having you run into him lost in thought.

Had he been talking to you for long?

You looked up from the road to look at him but all you clould focus on was the giant gate at the far end of the road.

Daryl took your hand in his and took you with him. Within minutes you were standing beside him in awe.

"We're 'ere."

ALEXANDRIA SAFE ZONE

~~☆☆☆~~

A/N: That single dad fic I promised! I hope it's what y'all hoped ♡

[sukuromi]

a taste of the divine

NSFW 18+ content ahead. Minors, do not interact with me or any of my works.

notes from poppy: well-meaning roommate sukuna just wanted to do your laundry, not think about you getting fucked by satoru :( also sleep token girlypops, sound off. who else cried all of friday listening to damocles? i'm not ready for May.

content warnings: male masturbation, major theme of jealousy, mentions of voyeurism and being throat-fucked

SUKUNA didn't mean to think of you like that.

He was only trying to be a helpful roommate, calling and asking you if you wanted him to do your laundry. You had been so swamped with work lately, and it just seemed like the dirty clothes pile in the corner of your room only got higher and higher each time he came in.

He was only trying to be efficient, squatting down and scooping up the entire mountain of clothes in one go, before waddling out into the living room and tossing them onto the floor.

He was only trying to be attentive, taking his time sorting through the pile so he could give each item the special care it deserved.

He was only trying to be considerate, gathering together your intimates and putting them in their own little mesh bag, so they'd stay safe during their journey in the washer.

But something just... overtook him, picking up the black cotton pair that missed the bag and landed at his feet.

You wouldn't even know.

They'd be perfectly presentable and clean by the time you got home. You wouldn't know if he wrapped them tightly around his cock, imagining he was fucking you instead. You'd have no idea that his thick cum had pooled inside of them, the image of you babbling incoherently from below him the final nail in the coffin.

A mixture of emotions swirled through Sukuna as he clenched the underwear in his hand instead. His eyes were no stranger to this particular pair. They had peeked out at him from under the hem of one of Satoru's shirts last week, when you walked into the kitchen for a midnight snack.

Satoru. That fucking bastard. He always got to undress you however quickly or slowly he wanted. Make you a sobbing, whimpering mess in this house whenever he wanted to.

It wasn't fair.

He was only trying to be a good roommate...

He was only trying to be...

He was only trying to be...

That's the lie Sukuna told himself as he forcefully threw the mesh bag into the washer, the fleeing pair now safely tucked back inside of it.

It's the lie he told himself as he retreated to your shared bathroom and stripped himself of his sweatpants, his already hardening cock catching on them on the way down.

The lie he told himself as he turned on the shower and stepped inside, hoping to scrub himself clean of the shame that crawled all over his body.

It didn't help though.

The onslaught of thoughts of you kneeling in front of him... The adorably flustered look that would momentarily cross your face as he told you that you were so obedient without him having to even tell you to be. It was unbearable.

He groans loudly in frustration, before stretching an arm out and pressing his right hand flat against the cold shower tile, the water pummeling down onto his broad back. All this over a stupid pair of black underwear. It was fucking stupid.

His cock didn't care though. It pulsed from below him, precum already leaking at the tip, begging to be touched.

And he reluctantly obliged.

Masturbating to you was nothing new to Sukuna. He'd jerked off quietly to the noises of you and Satoru so many times that it was old hat at this point. His own little fucked up secret, with you and Satoru just thinking he was asleep in his room each time, or worse, not even home at all.

Those times were the worst. There was one time where Satoru had just pinned you right outside Sukuna's door, the sudden slam making Sukuna's brain fire on all synapses that it was maybe a robber. But the loud whines on the other side for Satoru to stop teasing and start doing something... The moans that left you as Satoru cooed to you that you looked so cute trying to tilt your head back to look at him as the door jostled with each thrust...

It made Sukuna want to risk it all and open the door just to see what you looked like in the throes of passion.

Just to see your body just once.

Sukuna grits his teeth as his rhythm grows faster in the shower now. He lets himself daydream - imagining each squeeze, each quick stroke is your lips stretched, jaw aching, your whines vibrating against him each time he praised you for just taking one more inch down your throat.

So good for him. So desperate to make him feel good. So obedient keeping your own arms down at your sides and letting his hands guide you further down...

"SUKUNA!!!!"

He inhales sharply, his blood running cold now and his hand stilling. He thinks he's hearing things at first. There's no way. It has to be his mind playing tricks. It's like you're right outside the door.

Another loud whine of his name over the running water though confirms his worst fears.

His hips instinctively buck forward at you saying his name, an answer to a call he wish he heard in different circumstances. He's close, so close, and the urgency in your voice makes him start to fuck his fist again. He has to take advantage of this.

"SUKUNA, PLEASE! HURRY UP! I NEED IN THERE! I NEED TO PEE!"

Sukuna thrusts sloppily into his hand, biting his bottom lip in concentration as he imagines how tight your throat would feel trying to fit all of him in.

Would you struggle? Or would you try to get closer to him, hands gripping the backs of his thighs to prove that you wanted it more than him, not caring that gobs of spit were flying from your mouth and down your chin? Would your throat be imploring for relief, choking on his length as he held you still? Would you deny your lungs the air it so desperately needed?

Would you shove all of it's complaining to the side, just to hear him tell you how proud he was of you?

You pound on the bathroom door now, moaning and wailing his name, and he feels like it's a big "Fuck you!" from the Universe. The sounds he hears almost every week, several feet away from him now, but it's not Satoru's name. No, now it's his.

It's a sick joke.

"SUKUNA, PLEASE!" You cry from the other side of the door, "Pleeeeeease! Pleasepleasepleaseplease, I need---"

Sukuna grunts low as ropes of thick cum hit the shower tile, his hand on the wall clenching around nothing at all, wishing that it was your scalp instead. Images flicker in his mind now as he tries to steady his breathing and keep himself upright. How you'd look so pleased below him, a cute little smile on your face as you claimed your hard-earned reward, tongue peeking out from behind your lips and licking them clean. How you'd make him so fucking hard again almost immediately while using your fingers to get every last little bit of cum that missed your mouth.

"SUKU---"

"I'M ALMOST DONE!" He barks back.

As he yanks the detachable shower head down and rinses off the wall, he's hoping his guilt and jealousy will join the milky water. But it doesn't. It stays put, flowing freely in his veins just as strongly as it was before.

When he finally emerges from the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips, he tries to apologize for barking at you, but is met with you glaring at him instead.

"FINALLY!" You shout, throwing your hands up into the air, "What were you even doing in there? I thought you died!"

Sukuna stands still and silent as he stares at you, your forehead scrunched and your eyes narrowed, waiting for his answer.

He doesn't have one though. He grips his towel instead, willing for himself to not let this happen again so soon, but it's all for naught. Is this the same face you make when you're close? The face you make when you're teetering on the edge, begging for Satoru to let you come?

"Why are you looking at me like that?! Get out of the way!" You whine.

You shimmy yourself awkwardly past an unmoving Sukuna, then use all your strength to push him out of the doorway. He finally has enough pity on you that he takes a single step forward, and then the door slams shut behind him.

Sukuna shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to control himself, before the little magnetic timer that sits atop the washer rings throughout the apartment, reminding him that he only did this to himself.

He wishes you didn't live rent-free in his head like this, but it's his cross to bear. His own fault for introducing you to Satoru two months ago. His own fault for not being more confident like Satoru. Nothing good ever came from two roommates hooking up.

And he'd rather have it this way than not have you in his life at all.

He was just trying to be a good roommate.

Fuck you, Satoru.

[3amfanfiction]

Broken

Just a 500 word piece about nothing. I've been working on chapter 2 of Picture Perfect all morning and needed something short as a palette cleanser. enjoy!

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Shit. Shit shit shit.

You stared at the pieces of ceramic in your hands with dismay, unwilling to look away as if it only needed you looking at it hard enough to come back together. To become the kitschy heirloom piece that John's mother had gifted you with at your wedding once more.

Sadly, it remained in its dozen pieces the same as it had looked on the floor after your hip had bumped the bookcase it was sitting on. You mourned the loss of the delicate item and cursed your hips for getting a bit too into the music blasting through your headphones. If only you had been paying more attention.

With perfect timing you heard the door open; John's, I'm home love, echoed out from around the corner, a short wall all that separated you from disaster and a broken heart.

You quickly hid the pieces behind your back, just in time as he stepped around the corner and saw you, cleaning rag on the shelf, headphones pulled down from your ears and a wide-eyed look of panic on your face.

"Hi sweetheart," you squeaked with a wonky smile, starting to edge backwards away from him. If you could keep you back turned from him until you disposed of the evidence then he'd never know. Maybe he wouldn't even realize it was missing. There were a lot of items on that bookcase, you could rearrange and it would be like it never happened. You just had to get through this interaction.

Unfortunately it was John.

Immediately he clocked something strange going on and asked with concerned eyes, "Everything all right there, love?" Taking a step towards you, brow furrowed showing the wrinkles you loved to kiss at night before bed.

"Yep! Yep, everything is good. Hey, can you do me a favor and go open the bedroom windows? I meant to do that earlier—air out the room, you know—but completely forgot. I'd really appreciate it if you did that for me."

No dice. He took another step closer.

"Don't, I'm fine. Nothing's going on," you spun around with a squeak, moving your hands quickly in front of you as you started beelining for the kitchen and the trash can but arms wrapped high around your shoulders before you could make it two steps.

Your spine stiffened as John held you pinned against him. You held strong for all of three seconds before breaking down with a, I'm so sorry! and a sob, turning to bury your face in his neck.

"Hey now, sorry about what? What is it sweetheart, there's no need to cry, I'm sure it's all okay." He tried to console you but you were distraught. Eventually lifting your hands you brought the broken heirloom into his line of sight.

"I'm so sorry John. I know it's been in your family for generations. I didn't mean to, it just—"

"Shh," he hushed you, "All these tears for that? I thought something was really wrong."

All this did was made you tear up again, relieved at his forgiveness and nonchalance about the whole situation. He carefully took the pieces from your hands, dropping them into the trash bin and pulling you in for a hug once more. You sank into him with a sniffle.

"You really don't mind?"

"Not even a little bit. That thing was hideous anyways, I'm surprised you kept it around for as long as you did."

[faeyramaeyra]

~ 🌷 Witchy things you can do to honour yourself, your craft and your deities! 🌷 ~

~ 🌷 This will be a long post! 🌷 ~

- Spend time in nature (go hiking, meditate outdoors, collect some river water, make some sun water, plant something etc)

- Interact with your pets (example, dogs are often associated with Hekate so you could play with them or take them on a walk etc.)

- Donate to a shelter or charity in the name of your deity.

- Create a protection charm to add to your dog or cat’s collar. Our companions need protection sometimes too!

- Do your self-care as an act of devotion to yourself and your deity (you could do your skincare as devotion for Aphrodite for example.)

- Have a cleansing bath or shower. You can create a pouch full of cleansing and protective herbs to use.

- Make a piece of artwork for your deities. It could be a painting, clay vase, etc.

- Make a playlist of songs that give you positive energy or remind you of your deity.

- Make a journal or scrapbook about the things you love about your craft to remind you why you are practising.

- Do a daily card pull in the morning. This can be to see how your day will go or what you should be focusing on etc.

- Stir intentions into your drink in a morning (anti-clockwise to remove negativity, clockwise to bring in positivity. You can also say what you wish to manifest for that particular day. You may need an extra boost of inspiration for example.)

- Do some spell work with your deity. Ask them to give you aid with it or to protect you whilst you are doing it.

- Consider enchanting an item. It could be jewellery, a plant, a decorative item in your home etc.(If you would all like, I can make a post of how I personally like to enchant objects.)

- Tidy up your home. This one may seem a bit odd but please read my explanation as to why it is important to take care of your home. Different rooms in your home can be associated with different parts of your life. If you want to manifest something in part of your life, You need to take care of your home in order for your manifestation to work. Your kitchen is connected to your health and health of your household. Your bathroom is connected to your finances and the flow of finances in your household. Your bedroom is connected to the happiness and prosperity of your romantic relationships. Your living room is connected to your relationships with your friends and family.

- Learn how to read candles. Candles are commonly used as an offering to deities and for manifestation workings but sometimes you can have other entities trying to communicate with you via the candle flame. I personally have had ancestors messing about with candles, Not just deities.

- Use colour magick associations when picking out your outfit for the day. For example black is most commonly used as a protection colour.

~ 🌷 Want me to make a part 2? Lemme know below 🌷 ~

Tip-Jar

[cameronspecial]

Some People Can Change

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  Swearing, Mentions of Drugs and Angst

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: Rafe really does want to change, but what happens if nobody else believes he can?

A/N: Rafe isn't a murderer and doesn't hide dead bodies in this one-shot, but everything else he does in Canon happens.

Masterlist

Y/N Y/L/N was only supposed to be a one-night stand. Rafe wasn’t planning on interacting with her after she left his bedroom. He was a Kook and she was a Pogue, who worked as a bartender at the club. However, when he woke up the next morning to the smell of frying bacon and the sound of “Dance The Night” accompanied by her dance moves, he knew she wasn’t really going to be leaving his life after today. Plus, her advice was life-saving. “I think I’m going to do something really bad,” he confessed to her, sitting at the kitchen island with coffee in hand. She looked at him in understanding, “Well, you said going to, which implies it has happened yet. And if it hasn’t happened, then you always have a chance to fix it. It’s up to you to own the fact that you recognize it isn’t good and to stop it.” This led to Rafe stopping the murder of his father that he put into action. 

———

Ever since that day, Rafe is not often seen without his arm around Y/N, looking at her like she is his world. Because she is. He knows she wouldn’t put up with the shit that he pulls on a normal basis, so he made an effort to stop his vices. He is just grateful she is relatively new to town and hasn’t had the chance yet to hear the gossip about him. This means he has a chance to turn his life around before she finds out. But no one in his life actually believes he can change. 

“I told you, Barry. I’m not dealing or using anymore. Not cocaine, not weed. I gotta go cold turkey,” Rafe reiterates, sliding the drugs and gun towards the pogue. “And I certainly don’t need this gun anymore.” Barry shakes his head and pushes the item back toward Rafe, “You really think you are going to last man? You aren’t going to be able to stay away from these just because of her. You can’t change man.” “You’re wrong. Every time I do drugs, I’m making the conscious decision to turn towards them. Y/N is helping me realize that I have other ways of coping with my issues,” he gestures his hand toward his chest to prove himself. “Come on, Country Club. Just take them back.” Rafe grows frustrated with this conversation. Instead of fighting back and yelling at the dealer, he tries to take deep breaths to calm himself. It sort of works, but nobody is perfect. So he storms out of the trailer with the loud clang of the front door closing behind him. 

He gets home from Barry’s storming into the living room with his anger clear on his face. “Love, what’s wrong?” Y/N poses, lowering the volume of the TV. Rafe gives her a harsh look, “WHAT THE F-!” He can’t finish his yelling because Y/N is already gently placing her hand on his sternum to guide his breathing. “I know you are angry about something, right now, but that gives you no right to displace that anger towards me. So if you feel the need to release this negative energy, then I would like for you to channel this feeling through working out, please. I’ll come to see you to talk after half an hour.” Rafe knows that she is correct and she probably got these ideas from a psychology book she bought. God, she’s so smart. 

Rafe heads up to the punching bag in his room and starts throwing punches at it. As promised, she comes to check on him after some time. “Now that we’ve calmed down, do you want to talk about it?” Y/N inquires, bringing his hands into her smaller ones and giving his bruised knuckles a kiss. He nods at her, “Yeah, I just went to give something back to a… uh… a friend and he insisted that I still needed it. It was frustrating.” His subconscious knew the problem was deeper than that and this caused tears to threaten to spill. Rafe is quick to hide his face behind his palms. 

“Somehow I don’t believe that this is the true root of your crying. Do you think you can talk about it?”

“Uhh, no. I don’t think I truly know what I’m feeling. Can we just cuddle and think instead?”

Y/N is happy to oblige, lying down on the bed and opening her arms so he can rest his head on her chest. 

———

“No, Rafe. I have to tell Y/N. She deserves to know,” Sarah argues, making her way back into the house from the back patio. Rafe is quick to follow her. At the same time, Y/N is heading towards the same door from the bathroom. “Tell me what?” Sarah turns towards the girl, ready to tell her about Rafe’s faults. 

“Rafe is a liar and thief and violent and a drug addict. He isn’t a good person, sweetie!” 

“I may not have been a good person and I admit to being everything you’ve said but I’m trying to change. Y/N helped me realize that I need to change.”

“Ooh, like you can change. Honestly, no offense Y/N, but we both know this road to redemption act is all going to go away once you get bored of her.” 

Rafe wants to yell that it isn’t true what Sarah is saying, but he remembers the breathing exercises Y/N taught to help calm down and puts those into practice. He knows adding more anger to this argument is just going to lead toward a slippery slope of words he will regret. 

“You may believe that, but I don’t. So I’m sorry I stole the cross and melted it down. I know that it can’t bring back the artifact for Pope. But I’ve already given the money I got from it to Pope and made a donation with my own money to the church.”

“Well good for you, doing one good thing to not feel guilty and to tell Y/N you are a good person.”

“I know about all of this already. Thank you for wanting to tell me, Sarah, but I already know everything and I would like to get the rest of the information straight from Rafe, now,” Y/N interrupts the argument before it becomes never-ending. Rafe’s palms are pressed into his eyes and she knows he is trying to hide his tears. She does not allow the conversation to continue; instead, brings him upstairs and moves his hands from his face. She wipes the tears away and presses a kiss to his forehead, “You don’t have to hide your tears away from me.”

“Why can’t anyone believe I can change? What if everyone is right?”

“Don’t say that. I believe that maybe not everyone can change, but some people can change. And you are definitely a part of some people.”

“How can you say that about me with everything you’ve known about all this time?”

“Because the Rafe that I was told about would’ve ended that argument with violence. He was violent, rude, a liar, stole and relied on drugs like it was water. The one before me approached that argument with recognition of his wrongdoing. He is working on his anger, is polite, tells me the truth, always pays for me and attends NA. He is one month sober. That is how I know you have changed.”

“Nobody else believes I can.”

“I know, love. I know it hurts. But right now let’s just focus on who does believe. You and Me. Then we can use this belief to prove everyone else wrong.”

“Okay, I can do that. I love you, Y/N/N.”

“ I love you too, love.”

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love That Burns ~ Ending 2 ~ 59

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< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,500ish

Summary: Wade forces the group into a therapy session.

Warning(s): talk of death, sadness

Notes: I hope this isn't total trash. I think I completely overthought this chapter... Please share reactions! 

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“Now,” Wade drawled, “who wants to get started?”

“Wade, forcing us to talk—“

“Is just want we all need,” Wade cut you off.

“You can’t keep us in here for long,” Logan retorted.

“Actually, I can since we can order anything from our phones. So, once again, who wants to go first?”

The silence was thick that followed. Your head hung as you wrung your hands together. Laura eyed you nervously while Logan leaned back against the wall, arms folded over his chest as he glared at Wade. Wade kept himself against the apartment door, twirling one of his golden guns.

“I could always start,” Wade broke the silence, “but I’m sure my story is not the one that needed here. We can do spin the bottle to decide or nose goes or—“

“Wade, stop,” you requested. 

You looked up at Wade with tears in your eyes, immediately putting Logan and Laura on edge. You almost had no control over your powers anymore. The slightest change in your emotions could be extremely dangerous for you.

“Don’t do this,” you pled. 

“Sorry, Buttercup,” Wade said with a simple shrug. “I’m just doing what has to be done. It’s what’s best for all of us… Wow. I’m really turning into the true hero type.”

Another wave of tense silence crashed over the apartment. But, as usual, Wade couldn’t stand silence for long.

“Maybe we should start with what happened on our way home from work,” he stated, a seriousness to his tone.

“I knew something happened,” Logan muttered.

“I was not a big deal,” you said, unable to look anyone in the eye.

Wade scoffed. “I had to scare off a drunk man who you clearly had a run in before.”

“What type of run in?” Laura asked.

“Well, he said that she burnt his jacket.”

“The night you came home with your hands burnt,” Logan whispered, putting the pieces together. 

“The man was clearly hitting on her and wanting more—“

“Enough, Wade,” you said, trying to keep yourself together. “Enough… I handled it then and I could have handled it tonight.”

“You shouldn’t be handling anything when it comes to your powers anymore, mom,” Laura said. “It’s too risky.”

You clenched your hands as they began to tremble slightly. Laura’s eyes fell to your hands as she began to worry about what your powers might do. Logan watched as Laura’s concern grew and could sense that you were growing more emotional. He pushed himself off of the wall and headed into the kitchen. 

“Don’t think you can get out of the fire escape, Peanut!” Wade shouted after him. “I will chase you down and we will have a repeat of the Honda Odyssey on our hands. But this time with witnesses. I’m sure that our Little Flame would love that.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Logan muttered. He grabbed the water pitcher from the fridge, a cup, and a few towels before heading back into the living area. He set the items down on the coffee table in front of you. “Here. Just in case.”

You looked up at him, unable to stop the few tears that escaped your eyes. “Why? Why you do try to take care of me? You don’t… we barely know each other.”

“I… I’m trying to do better.”

“Better? For who? For you? For… for the m you lost? I… I can’t be a replacement, Logan. Just like you can’t be for me.”

He shook his head. “That’s not it. You’re not a replacement and I’m not trying to be one for you… It’s… Yes, it’s a second chance in a way. This whole fucking new world is. And it’s not easy. But I’m trying to prove to you, to Laura, to Wade, to myself that I made the right choice by not following my instinct and walking away… Nothing good happens when I stay, but nothing good happens when I walk away.”

“I still don’t fully understand, Logan.”

Logan sighed. “Then… I guess I need to start from the beginning… I walked away from my version of you more times than I could count… I meet you for the first time when I first got to the mansion. I guess Wade would call the relationships an enemies to lovers. You didn’t trust me.” He smirked as he remembered his original you. “You were fiery and beautiful… and once I had your trust, you believed in me more than I have ever believed in myself… But I kept getting scared and I kept running. Every time I expected you to be there waiting for me to come back. I could see how much it was hurting you, you even fought me on it, but I continued to do it… Until one day, I came back after one of my longer stretches away and you had started something up with Hank.”

“Oh! Beastie getting some action,” Wade commented. You and Logan shot him a glare. “Okay, okay. I’ll remain silent over here.” Wade pulled out a small notebook and pen from his Deadpool suit. “Don’t mind me, just taking notes. Please continue.”

Logan moved his jaw around, trying to get back in a place where he could continue talking. “I confronted you about it and you put me in my place. But it still didn’t stop me from being an idiot… I left for the bar that night—“

“I know what happened,” you interrupted him. “You don’t have to say it again.”

“Yes, I do.” He met your gaze. You could see the seriousness in it and the sadness and guilt. “I do… You tried to get me not to leave… You called out for me, trying to get me to stay permanently… But I left anyway… I was drunk. More drunk than I ever have been… I only returned because I could smell the smoke… I knew it like the back of my hand. And I ran. But I got there too late… Flames were everywhere… students were dead… The X-Men piled like wood and burning… Hank had tried to save you… That much was clear. But he died trying… And you had died trying to save everyone else. I killed everyone who killed them and then some… This asshole,” Logan motioned towards Wade, “allowed me to have a second chance to be a better man… To be an X-Man—The X-Man. Yes, you’re here and you look like her, but you aren’t her and I am not trying to replace her with you… I just don’t want to lose what I’ve found. But I know that you’re struggling, seeing me. I know that I remind you of your husband. So, if my presence is only making things worse, I will walk away. Just say the word and you’ll never have to look at me ever again.”

“I don’t want that,” you whispered, shaking your head slightly. “I’m just… it’s hard… you look like him, but you’re not him. And seeing you has me realizing that I never fully grieved the loss of my husband—my family… On top of it all, my powers are dying—perhaps even killing me— and the only person I know can fix it, I’m not allowed to go near. I’m back in a year I’ve already lived, knowing that my past self and my husband are happily living not too far from here. It’s rough and I don’t want to burden anyone with my problems.”

“You’re not a burden, mom,” Laura said.

You shot her a watery smile as you reached over and grasped onto her hand. “Thank you, kiddo.”

“Any of us would do anything for you.”

“Kid’s right,” Logan agreed. 

“Like I told you earlier, Buttercup,” Wade spoke up, “I’ve got you.”

“I don’t want to put you guys out—“ You cut yourself off as flames began to flicker from your fingers. “Damn it.”

Laura took a towel and dipped it into the water. “Give me your hands, mom,” she requested.

You looked away as you offered her your hands. Laura gently wrapped your hands in the damp towel. Wade pushed himself off the door, tore off his mask, and sauntered over to you. His hands came up and held your face, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“You will always be my favorite superhero, Ember,” he told you, more sincere than you had ever heard him. “Even more so now. Your strength is more than your powers.”

“I don’t know how to do this… how to be helpless,” you cried.

“You’re not helpless, Buttercup. We’ll figure out your limitations and help you thrive where you can. You’re not one to give up and I’m not going to let you no matter how hard you try to.”

“None of us will,” Logan added.

“Just let us help you, mom,” Laura pled.

You swallowed and nodded. “Okay,” you rasped. “I’ll try.”

Wade pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Good,” he said. “Now, I think it’s time for a group hug!”

You laughed as Wade pulled you in for a hug and quickly reached behind you. He pulled Laura over who quickly joined the hug.

“Come on, Peanut!” Wade called, waving him over. 

“No,” Logan shook his head. 

“Come on, Logan,” you urged, glancing over at him. 

Logan’s eyes flickered from yours to Laura’s, who he could tell was hesitant but wondering if he was going to go through with it. “Fine,” Logan gave in and came over. 

Wade was quick to pull him in and the four of you hugged. It was a nice, weird family moment, but very much needed.

~~~

It was quickly decided that you were no longer allowed to walk home from work alone. Either Logan or Wade would be there with you or, in certain circumstances, Laura. Wade also insisted that you never work late on Thursdays and that becomes movie night. You were willing to make it work, though Logan wasn’t as big of a fan. You were forced to pinky swear with Wade that you would be honest when you weren’t feeling well, emotionally and physically. You quickly told everyone else that they had to do the same thing. 

As the days and weeks went by, it became easier for you to allow yourself to ask for help and let yourself be helped. Though, there were still times you wanted to hide away, you pushed through with the help of your make shift family. 

Unbeknownst to you, Laura, Wade, and Logan had teamed up to try to find you some help. Whether that help would be a telepath to reverse the damage that Charles had done or someone that could ease the pain that your powers now caused. Wade kept pushing for another multiverse adventure, but Logan and Laura were insistent that there had to be a solution nearby.

The summer flew by faster than you would like. It was late August now and you were getting your apartment set up for tonight’s movie night. Logan got off work early and got cleaned up before heading over to your place.

“Y/N?” He called as he entered the apartment.

“I’ll be right out!” You shouted from down the hall.

Logan entered the apartment fully and shut the door. “Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine,” you appeared in the living room with a few blankets draped over your arms. “Just grabbing these.”

“I can take those.” Logan grabbed the blankets and pulled them from you.

“Thanks. I’m gonna finish up dinner.”

“Need any help?”

You looked back at him with a smile. “Sure.”

Logan’s brows furrowed as he turned to set the blankets on the couch. Something stirred inside him when you smiled at him. You smiling at him wasn’t a new concept, but there was something new that sparked within him. He shook the confusion off and headed into the kitchen where you were working at the stove. You could sense him behind you causing you to quickly grab a spoon and scoop up what you were cooking.

“Here,” you turned to him. “Try this.” Before Logan could protest, the spoon was slipped between his lips. “What do you think?”

Logan took the spoon from your grasp, something shooting inside of him like a bolt of lightning as his fingers grazed your hand. “It’s wonderful, doll.”

“Really? What a relief! I’m trying a new recipe and I didn’t know if you would like it.”

“Didn’t know if I would like it?”

You shrugged, turning back to the food. “You are the pickiest one out of all of us. Wade will eat anything and I already know which foods to avoid with Laura, you’re the one I’m still figuring out.”

Logan’s insides warmed at the thought of you worrying if he’d like what you made. It was pretty sure that he’d eat anything you made. “Well, I—“

“Mom! Mom!” Laura came bursting through the door with Wade hot on her tail.

“What is it?” You asked, hurrying from the kitchen with Logan. “Is something wrong?”

“I finished!”

“Our Little Wolf here got her GED!” Wade exclaimed.

“Oh, kiddo!” You rushed over and pulled her in for a hug. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Good job, kid,” Logan congratulated. 

“Thanks,” Laura responded with a smile. 

“So what colleges are we going to try for?” Wade asked. “I’m sure me and Peanut can scare some Ivy League schools into admitting you.”

Laura shook her head. “I’m not applying anywhere. I can’t leave, mom.”

“Sweetie,” you breathed out, taking her head in your hands, “if you want to go to college, I cannot be the thing that stops you. You need to live your life despite what’s happening with me. Do you want to go to college?”

“Yes.”

“Then we will apply wherever you want to and we will figure out the rest when the time comes. Okay?”

“Okay.” Laura pulled you in for another hug. “I love you, mom. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

“I love you too kiddo.”

Logan smiled at the sight of the two of you. He was always amazed at how you had raised Laura and the connection the two of you had. 

Wade caught the look that Logan was giving you and smirked. He knew that it was only a matter of time before one of you sparked feelings and he wasn’t surprised Logan was first. Wade had traveled through multiple universes and had seen that every Wolverine had an Ember in some way or another, like they were drawn together with an invisible string. And despite you and Logan having previous versions of each other, Wade had an inkling that the two of you were also meant to be. Wade walked over to Logan and nudged his side.

“Hey, Romeo,” Wade whispered. “I think it’s time to start making the moves.”

Logan scoffed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He turned on his heel and went back into the kitchen.

Wade laughed. “Oh, the fun has just begun.”

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