#I’m sorry about this I’m just taking a break from tidying my house so they don’t think I live in a mess all the time

[misc-obeyme]

My family: Hey you wanna come to lunch with us today? We’re gonna make you anyway because when was the last time you left your house?

Me: Well I WOULD but you see I’m neck deep in an obsession about my OC for a mobile otome game and even though I’m not editing his story like I should be right now, I am fleshing out his relationships with the canon characters & my other OCs just for my own knowledge and like yeah I could leave it for a bit but I am just in the MIDDLE of it right now-

My family: 🙂

Me: Yeah okay lemme get my shoes on.

This is how it would go if I even bothered trying to explain the OC stuff to them. But while my parents are aware of the shenanigans, they don’t get it & I already know that excuse won’t work. So fine I guess I’ll leave my house today.

[peachesofteal]

I’m so sorry but if I was Darling I would literally break up with them, maybe threaten to get an abortion… idk but Darling going batshit crazy on them is very interesting to think about 🤔🤔

How do you think she’d confront them??

Takes place after this.

TW: reader contemplates abortion, also spits in Simon's face

18+ MDNI / baby trap au / we support women's wrongs in this house

You make a beeline for the bedroom, both of them trying to keep a respectful distance from you, but still staying close.

"Just, let us-"

"Let you what?!" You turn, halfway inside the open door, fingers clutched around the frame. "Let you what? Explain how you violated me for your own desires? Explain how you betrayed my trust, my love? Explain how you literally ruined my life?"

"Stop this." Simon vows, and you bark a laugh.

"No." And then to your immense pleasure, and their shock, you rear back, and hawk a projectile of spit directly in Simon's face before slamming the door and locking it.

The act only buys you thirty seconds of silence, before they start back up again.

"Darling, open this door."

"FUCK YOU!" you scream it, and yank your work bag free from the end of the bed, throwing it next to the duffel that you're stuffing some clothes into haphazardly.

"Please, let us explain. Just talk to us, we can fix this. I promise." Johnny tries, pleading, voice broken and desperate but you have no mind to listen, to hear him. You shake your head even though you know they can't see you, and then to your horror, you hear the metal sound of a click, like a key, in a lock.

"Don't you dare!" your voice screeches. "Don't you dare pick that lock." Sweatpants, sweatshirt, work clothes. What else? Toiletries, stuff for shower-

"We just want to come in so we can talk, and all try to calm down. It's not good for you to be so worked up." Simon keeps his voice very even, very level, and you know it's a tactic.

"If you come through this door I swear to fucking god." You glance at the nightstand, the one on Johnny's side. The one that you know has a handgun in it, and swallow. "Or... you know, why not? Since clearly you have no respect for me, or my boundaries, why wouldn't you just come through that door. It's not like you haven't done worse."

"Love-"

You close your eyes. Everything's building, in the back of your mind, in the back of your throat, reality pushing down on you, sitting on your chest like it weighs a million pounds.

You're pregnant. You're pregnant, because they decided to take control of your own fucking body. You're pregnant, and about to be out on your own. With no help. No support. No options-

Well...

It's still so early, you're not very far along. You're definitely within the window for an abortion, aren't you?

Dark satisfaction blooms across your soul when you think about it, think about how they would feel to know you took control of your own body, that you took back what belonged to you anyway.

A plan starts to formulate in your mind. One that feels, executable. Feels doable.

"Darling, please. We're worried, I-"

"Just give me a minute." you snap.

You take your time, unpacking your essentials that you'll need for now, tidying up the space and then making it look like you've just been sitting in here, crying.

You roll your shoulders, take a deep breath, and prepare to open the door, but not without one last look at the packed duffel that waits under the bed.

Soon.

[shinsouscatpisssmell]

Screwed up

Paring:atsumu X chubby!housewife!reader

Warnings:just angst

Summary: reader prepares something special for atsumu since his loss at a Volleyball tournament. Hurtful words are said making it all fall apart.

An// sooooo I accidentally deleted my entire tumblr soooooo I’m reuploading stories <3 and some I have to write entirely!

It took all week to make these plans but everything came out just perfect. Having tidied the house and set up a nice dinner in front of the tv for when your husband comes home.

Truthfully it has been a hard couple of days for him since he's been training nonstop since losing a championship game so you wanted to do something to get him to relax.

Putting face mask and a tray of sliced cucumbers on a little portable tray on one side of the couch alongside some of his favorite snacks and putting out his favorite movies in a row. You lay a two matching blankets on the arms of the couch as you knew he would probably want to take a nap during the movie. As if on cue, the sound of the front door's locks click open as finishing up putting  his favorite takeout on some plastic plates so you both wouldn't have to bother with dishes. Smiling at the set up as chest rises with pride mixed with excitement to see his reaction.

Nearly hopping to stand in front of him, "how was your day baby?" You ask frowning inwardly seeing his eye bags wanting to kiss them away from drooping shoulders.

"It was ok, hard as always." He says tiredly.

You hum in agreement, " well I got something to fix that, my love! I set up your favorite food, I got snacks, and face mask because I know your pores have been struggling with all the sweat and heat from running around a hot gym —, are you listening?"

" uh,yeah. That sounds great,(y/n) but I was hoping to just enjoy your cooking and take a hot bath and go to bed to start my days off." He rubs his eyes making you tap your toes with anticipation so he could see the set up you made.

"Well actually I got takeout! It's your fa-" you were cut off by the sound of him clicking his tongue against his teeth.

"Takeout? You couldn't have cooked or something? God knows you don't do anything else in this house! I'm the one keeping a roof over our heads."

There's a song in your heart and you start to fidget with your fingers, " I know,baby! That's why I got it and set it up in front the tv so we could watch some movies together and spend time with eachother!"

He rolls his eyes," I see you everyday in the same house and spend hours with you before and after I go train, isn't that enough? I just want to be alone for Christ sake. Two minutes! Is that hard to ask for?"

"No, baby but I-I just wanted to watch a movie together because-"

"Then just watch it yourself, I'm going to get in the bath and go to bed." He brushes past you and you feel your world break your eyesight gets blurry and you can't stop playing with your fingers looking down at your at feet in the same position that you were in.

Breathing gets heavy as you try to hold back your emotions rushing to your shared bedroom to get some pajamas and your phone before going into a spare room and cuddling up to a pillow and with the covers trying to muffle your whimpering cries and hiccups.

The tub gets drained of water as Atsumu miya wraps a towel around his waist and one to dry his hair as he walks into the bedroom he shares with you, " hey sweets, you know where my shorts are at?" The towel blocking his vision he shoots it into the dirty clothes hamper in the corner waiting for a response but in return getting nothing.

He looked over to the bed and didn't see your figure there and he started to remember how he snapped at you. Feeling a tug at his heart. He had quickly dressed himself walking into the living room where the tv screen had emitted a light on the couch and he slowly walks up behind it as to not disturb you, "lovely? I'm sorry about earlier I didn't mean to snap at ya'. You don't deserve that especially wit ya' not being the cause of me losing that match." He's met with nothing but silence, " how 'bout we watch that movie you were talkin' about earlier, hm? " still nothing, "baby girl? (Y/n)?" He turns on the light and peeks over at the couch to see not you but empty cushions and the set up you had made.

He dug Through snack bucket you had made and nothing but his favorites aside from a little bit of yours was contained in it along with the mini facial station you had prepped with all your tools and sliced cucumbers that you knew he loved the feeling on his eyes. His gaze goes to the the table that does indeed has his #1 takeout spot. He grabs the little white blank card that was placed between it.

' I know you've been having a hard week 'tsumu because of the game last week so I made you a small relaxation date for for a king!  I love you, and remember you'll always be my favorite champion.' It ended with a a heart drawn in blue ink and a kiss from you.

It made him sigh as he runs his hands through his hair and throws his head back.

"I really fucked up...bad,"a sudden intrusion made him jump up, "but where is she? She wouldn't just leave,right?" He rushes back into the bedroom to grab his phone. He sees none of your stuff missing and the coat you always wear is still hanging up in the closet , "It's fucking freezin' out there she going to get a cold." He unlocks the phone and calls your cell while simultaneously trying to shove his feet in his shoes before he hears the ringtone you had placed for him.

He sighs in relief and follows the sound before coming face to face a shut door. As the song ceased he could hear your hoarse cries and he wants to punch himself even more for making you into that much of a mess. He knocks on the door. He could hear it get your attention as the cries becomes even softer, "(y/n?) I'm so sorry baby." He tries to open the door but you had locked it making him press his forehead against the cold brown wood, "just open the door and we could talk, ok?" He says gently.

"No Atsumu. I just want to be left alone." Your rejection makes him frown.

He tries to twist and turn the door knob again as if it would magically open for the 3rd or 4th time he tried, "c'mon (y/n), I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled! We can watch that movie you wanted,ok? I'll cuddle you up all nice and cozy on the couch." He bargains.

"Go watch it yourself, Atsumu! I just don't wanna be around you right now." You shot back.

He lets go of the door knobs as his heart sours at the same words he used towards you, "ok, baby. I'm right out here if you need anything, alright?" He places his hand against the door for a solid minute before pulling it away and dragging his feet over to the couch.

He grabs a pillow and fluffs it up before laying on it covering up with his blanket you had put out that you had sprayed perfume on making him cuddle up to it more as it helped him believe it was you along with your matching blanket close to his chest to get the feeling that it was you all snuggled up to his chest like every other night. except it didn't. It only makies it hard for him to sleep without your comforting warmth heating up his body on the cold nights with your feet entangled together as he gently kisses your forehead letting your bodies sink into the plushness of the mattress you had picked out. No Atsumu miya was stuck with only the warmth of a blanket instead of a spouse and the only love he could see was on some tv drama you we're watching before he had come home. Best to say he didn't sleep until late that night.

[specialagentlokitty]

Carol Danvers x reader - big fan

I was wondering if you can please do Carol Danvers X reader, where the reader is Kamala's older sibling, and is also a massive fan of Carol? - Anon💜

A/N: possible spoilers from The Marvels

Walking your sisters room, you lightly hummed to yourself as you walked over to her desk, looking through the draws.

“Jeez Kamala stop taking my stuff…” you grumbled.

You grabbed some pens and turned around.

The pens fell from your hand, and you slowly reached up to remove one of your AirPods.

“Uh… hi…” you whispered.

The hero in front of you friend around, setting what she was holding back down and she smiled a little bit.

“Hey.”

“You… captain Marvel? Why.. what..?”

“I don’t know, that was definitely already broken.”

You smiled a little and you held up a hand to her.

“Can you sign something?!”

“I’m a little busy right now but after sure!”

“Oh yeah no that’s fine. I’ll show you the door.”

You couldn’t help but constantly glance at her as you led her quietly down the stairs.

You didn’t want your family knowing that there was a superhero in the house, especially with everything going on with your sister.

But getting out undetected didn’t work in your favour.

You did what you could to help protect your parents, but fighting strange aliens who looked oddly human wasn’t exactly your strong point.

Sure, you knew some basic self defence but that was in.

“Kamala get your friend back!” You yelled.

“Who?!”

“Captain Marvel! Why didn’t you tell me you guys were friends!?”

Kamala whipped around to face you, and you threw the photo you were holding behind her.

“Captain marvel was here?!”

“You should know?!”

Suddenly she was gone and in her place was Captain Marvel again, and you screamed, throwing something at her.

Hands flying to your mouth you tried your best not to laugh.

“I’m so sorry…”

You watched as she elbowed the guy behind her, then she leant down, picking up the notebook and flicked through it.

“Chemistry?”

“I’m studying to be a forensic scientist.”

She smiled, nodding her head as she carefully set your notebook back down.

“Don’t damage it then.”

You smiled back and screamed when something came flying at you and you ducked, hiding behind a chair with your mom.

She held you and you held her back just as tightly.

Everything went quiet, and you peaked your head around the chair and stood up.

“So, is your real name Captain Marvel?”

“You know it isn’t.”

You grinned a little.

“I know, I just wanted to see what I had to call you. Since, you know you busted up my parents house.”

Carol laughed a little bit.

“You can call me Carol and I uh.. I’m sorry about the house.”

“Uh huh, well unfortunately for you, you now gotta help tidy up. Superhero or not.”

Carol raised her hands a little bit and she began to help you pick up things that were on the floor.

“So, forensic science?” She asked.

“Oh yeah, I’ve always been fascinated by it. I’m only back for a short break from university.”

Carol nodded a little bit and you pushed your brother out of the way, grinning a bit at him so you could get a little bit closer to the superhero.

You didn’t know how long you were going to be able to talk to her for and how long she’d be there.

You wanted to talk to her for as long as possible, you absolutely adored her, and now you had met her, you were going to make sure you asked her everything you always wanted.

Carol listened as you rambled out questions, truth be told she probably should’ve just left right away, but she did kind of enjoy answering them.

Because you weren’t just interested in about her as a superhero, you showed interest in her as a person and that was a new thing for her and she loved it

[jupitercomet]

HI

can i request ‘honey, i’m home!’ from the unprompted prompt party with Actor Bradley

I love him so much, I actually think he might be my favourite

warnings - barely suggestive

Bradley had been away for filming for a little over four months and in that time you’ve cooked three mildly burned casseroles, knitted a sloppy looking cardigan for your nephew, and deep cleaned the house five times… You like to think you’re coping well.

Obviously Bradley called and facetimed you frequently, but his call to set times were so irregular that it made it hard for you to always answer. By now, you were just texting him whenever you could and hoping for the occasional selfie. And that cut off of communication has been taking a toll on you. 

You try to remind yourself how happy and proud of Bradley you are, but it’s hard to do when even the scent of him is fading from his t-shirts. It feels like a secret that you’re keeping from him - how much you miss him. From the Instagram stories from him and his co-stars you can see that he’s having so much fun, you don’t want to ruin that by letting him know that it feels physically painful to be away from him.

So instead, you cry about it in the privacy of your own room and put on a brave face on the rare occasions you do get a facetime call from Bradley. You also throw yourself into hobbies you’re only mildly good at—hence the casseroles and cardigans, and now your current culinary attempt: creme brulee. 

“Oh… That’s not right.” You look at the goopy liquid in front of you, trying to piece together where you went wrong. Maybe creme brulee was a bit ambitious for your first dessert that didn’t come out of a box mix. You look down at your concoction with a sigh. “I’ll just put you in the fridge.”

Opening the handle of the fridge, you decide to call it a night after your failed attempt and start cleaning up the kitchen. It doesn’t take you long thankfully, you did most of the tidying as you went along. You almost pause putting away bowls when you hear what sounds like the door unlocking. When it’s quiet for a couple seconds after, you shrug it off, turning back to your tidying.

“Honey, I’m home!”

You freeze. It’s not possible that you miss Bradley so much that your brain has turned to delusion… right? Slowly padding out of the kitchen, you make your way to the living room and small foyer. Lo and behold, your giant of a boyfriend is standing in the front entryway, grinning from ear to ear.

“You gonna say hi to me, baby girl?”

In a flash, you’re leaping into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips as he drops his duffel bag to the floor. Bradley catches you quickly, squeezing you tightly as you bury your face into his neck. He smells like the airport and his cologne and Bradley, and you’re honestly not surprised that you’ve started crying as you cling to him.

“Hey,” Bradley shushes you softly, a big hand rubbing up and down your back. “Why’re you crying? Don’t cry.”

At this point, you think sobbing would be the more adequate term. Your shoulders are shaking and you’re almost hyperventilating, tears running down your cheeks in rapid succession. You shake your head against his neck, breath coming out in sharp huffs. 

Bradley moves forward, leading you both into the living room where he sits you more comfortably on the couch. He strokes your hair comfortingly, pressing several kisses to your temple. “You upset that you can’t starfish on the bed anymore?” He jokes.

The thought that he’s real enough to sleep next to seems to ground you and your breathing starts to regulate as you stay wrapped in his arms. Pulling away slowly, you wince at the wet spot you’ve left on his shirt.

“I missed you,” you say simply.

Bradley smiles. “I missed you too, baby girl. We had a break in filming so I thought I’d come surprise ya.”

He brings his hand up to your cheek, pulling you towards him for a much needed kiss. You finally feel like you’re home, even though you’ve spent most of your time in this apartment.

“Sorry,” you sniffle, pulling away from Bradley’s lips. “I know you were probably expecting, like, mind-blowing sex.”

Bradley laughs, kissing you again. “Nah, I just wanted my girl.”

[no-see-um-incorrect]

 Time Flies

These lovable goobers have been together for Two Years!!!

Enjoy my mushy bullshit 

No proofread 

(it’s a little spicy towards the end)

“Oh shit”

The very definition of oh shit.

Darlin had been working for the last few hours. To make a nice dinner for tonight. As a surprise for Sam. 

They went so far as to get Vincent to get him out of the house for a few hours.

Its been two years since Sam and darlin’ had cemented their love for each other and although anniversaries weren’t normal for shifters  this was different, it was special. This was the first long-term healthy relationship either of them had ever been in. and it was worth celebrating. 

But right now. Darlin was Fucking it up.

“NoNoNo! Please don’t burn..Let me just-SHIT! OW! Shit!” Yeah, safe to say, Sam was the better cook of the two…and maybe the safer one. the kitchen was a mess of spills, dirty dishes and inedible failures. And now a pretty bad burn on top of it. They grabbed a rag, threw it over their hand. and quickly turned off the burner.  attempting to grab multiple burning frying pans off the stove at once. Dropping two of them in the process. 

“GODFUCK-“ “Darlin?” Never did they think they’d be so upset to hear Sam’s voice 

“SAM! Hey babe..I I thought you were helping Vincent” “I was, but it is our anniversary I didn’t wanna..be too..Long..Darlin what did you do to your hand?” “you remembered?…OH my hand! It’s nothing it’s no big deal I-” “Darlin did you burn yourself on something?..here let me see” the concern in his voice was almost overwhelming for them. they comply, but in attempts to hold their composure, they look away  “how did this happen?” “I…um” Sam softly places his hand on their cheek directing their face to look at him 

“Darlin..you can tell me what happened”

Those words tipped the bucket.

Tears streaming down their face near hyperventilating as they attempt to explain everything.

“IwantedtomakedinnerforyoubecauseIloveyouanoumeansomuchtome-” “Darlin! Look at me..let’s settle in” he guides them over to the couch. Once they’re sat. he wipes, the tears off their cheeks with his thumb. “alright Now take a deep breath and go slow” Darlin takes a sharp inhale and lets it out. And Sam takes their hand and his.

“today’s our anniversary…. and I wanted to make dinner for you..Hell! I even got Vincent to get you out of the house while I did it…. but I fucked it up and burnt everything even my hand…and now I’m sitting here crying because I feel like a fucking fool who can’t even cook a simple dinner for their mate…”  they both sat there in silence for a moment. Sam was in shock 

“and now the kitchen is a mess….and I practically wasted our entire anniversary….i’m sorry Sam” they stared down at their hands before feeling a soft warm hand on their face. Sam tilted their face up. and leaned in for a soft, slow kiss 

Once they break away, Sam pulls them by their hips into his lap  “you didn’t waste anything Darlin” they cocked their head in confusion  “i’m lucky enough to have someone who treats me like you do  I could give less of fuck about some dirty dishes and burnt food” “but Sam…you do this every day  you keep the house tidy while I’m at work and you cook a warm meal for me when I come home and-” “AND I am more than happy to do it” “you work hard and you work long and then you come home to me.. and you walk through that door and you wrap your arms around me, and you give me a kiss…and I feel so much love from it…i’m happy to make food for you  because I know it makes you happy and that’s all I want” “…but Sam you deserve a break”  “And I get that break. It’s called takeout nights and cuddles with my big bad wolf…..also you’re selling yourself short.  you do just as much cleaning and laundry, and chores that I do. don’t think I don’t notice” a small laugh escapes them.

Sam kisses their forehead, And wraps his arms around them tightly. 

“i’m happy to make a warm place for my mate to come home to. because you’re that warm place for me Darlin” Sam presses their foreheads together and smiles. “…I love you so fucking much” they wrap their arms around him, and they sit there holding each other.

*Growling*

Sam chuckles at the noise. “Someone’s hungry”

“yeah I’m fucking starving!” “did you not eat the entire time I was gone?” “I was cooking the entire time you were gone!” “well…maybe it’s a good thing you burnt dinner then” “…why?” “because what if I told you that I got a fair amount of takeout from your favorite chicken place that you’ve been begging for?” “you didn’t..” “yeah, I did. It’s in the backseat of my truck.  I put a blanket over top of it so it should still be war-” Darlin grabs his collar and pulls him into a heated kiss. Darlin breaks away and sprints towards the door quickly, fumbling to get their boots on. “Samuel Collins, you were getting the best head of your fucking life tonight!” they quickly say before sprinting out the door 

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After their dinner the two cleaned themselves up and laid in their favorite cuddle position on the couch.

“….I can’t believe it’s been two years” “i’m trying to figure out what’s harder to believe. The fact that it’s been two years of the fact it’s ONLY been two years…” “time sure does fly when you stare at a pretty face for so much of it~” “oh yeah, I know from experience~” Darlin moved closer and kissed his jaw. The feeling of their smile against his face brings his body of warmth that only they can give. Sam pulls them closer and kisses the top of their head. 

“I love holding you. I wouldn’t trade it for the world Darlin”  They snuggle their face into Sam’s chest grinning from ear to ear  “i’m also not gonna ignore how you totally admitted that you like being a househusband earlier” “Now I didn’t say that that term isn’t even correct!” “well, I could’ve said housemate, but that sounds more like roommate then anything” “what I mean is. I’m not a husband. So unless one of your anniversary presents is putting a ring on my finger. you’re gonna have to find something new to call me” “well..maybe I’ll have to think about that then..” the two laughed about it before falling into a comfortable silence.

Sams eyes laid closed, entranced by the feeling of his fingertips, gliding up and down in between his partners shoulder blades. Then he felt shifting…on his lower half..on a specific area of his lower half. Then the feeling of kisses on his neck and collar bones. Sending chills up his spine.

“H-Mmhmm~ Darlin” “Hmm?” oh, they knew exactly what they were doing.  “you shifting around like that. mmM-you might start something if you’re not careful” “oh really~” “unless that’s your goal. Ah~You got another anniversary present in mind darlin” “maybe~” “yeah that’s what I thought Mmm~ in the mood to re-create history” Darlins Body shivered in response 

“being on top of me, spark some ideas in that pretty head of yours?” Darlin bucked their hips in response 

Sam sits them up on his lap, pulling their face into a kiss. Feeling them growl into the kiss  made his heart race, and his head buzz. They break away, and Sam leans back. 

“Ready to ride your cowboy Darlin?”

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Happy anniversary to Sam and Darlin!

I tried some new things in this one sooo let me know what you think. 

Also credits to 

@tankwiththeangst

If they hadn’t posted about the anniversary coming up, I would not have remembered 

That being said, this is my favorite redacted duo (Sam helps me sleep every night)

I hope this isn’t shit 

Love y’all ❤️





[bloomingflowersthings]

Taking a break

Pairings: Yelena Belova x sick!reader

Summary: Moving in to your first house with your girlfriend is really exciting, but also exhausting. While concentrating in organizing your new home, you forgot that it’s important to take a break sometimes, especially when you’re feeling unwell.

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You and your girlfriend, Yelena were finally moving to your first house. While you both loved living in the avengers compound with everyone, the feeling that you were living where you work just wasn’t working, your workaholic mind just wouldn’t rest. So you decided to move to a little house near the compound. It wasn’t too big but it was just the two of you so that wouldn’t be a problem. You and Yelena had spent the last month organizing the house and packing your things, and today you were officially moving.

You were so excited about your moving, that you ended up overworking yourself tidying up your home, which wouldn’t be a big problem if you hadn’t caught a really bad cold in the process.

“Eiishiew! Eeshiew! Hh’iiishoo!” you sneezed on your elbow, almost falling since you had to quickly balance the heavy box that you were carrying.

“Bless you detka, you still dealing with that cold?” Yelena said, placing a hand on your back to steady you.

“It’s not too bad, I barely noticed it”

“Well, I noticed that you sneezed a billion times in the last hour” she giggled “but I really think you should rest a little, we can slow down a bit, what do you think?”

“No!! now that we’re already here, i’m only going to stop once i unpack everything” you said, finishing your sentence quickly to catch a set of sneezes in your elbow.

Yelena blessed you, the assassin was really worried about you. You had been sick for a few days now, and while she tried to take care of you, you were reluctant to get some rest. Usually, she loved your determination to get things done, but at this moment, your stubbornness was not helping.

“Princess, i’ll be alright!” you said, noticing the way she was glancing worriedly at you.

“Yeah, your chapped nose and pale face are so reassuring” she mumbled.

You both decided to split up while unpacking your things, that way it would be quicker. You were organizing the living room while Yelena took care of the kitchen.

“Hh’iiitshoo! Hh’tshhhiew! Hh..H-Hh’tshuu! H-H’iitshiew!”

“Bless you.” Yelena said, as she emerged from the kitchen, bringing a tissue box and placing it in front of you, making you slightly self conscious.

“I’m sorry…” you said, blushing red.

“You don’t need to apologize for sneezing, silly girl. I just brought the tissues cause I thought that you might need them.”

“No, I’m sorry that I got sick and I’m sorry for being stubborn.” you said, as tears formed in your eyes. Your raging fever and exhaustion were making you sensitive.

“No baby, it’s alright. I mean it’s no fun that you’re not feeling well, but we’re gonna fix that okay? i’m here and i’m gonna take care of you.” she said, pulling you into a tight hug. “You do feel too warm for me, can you just wait a second while i’m gonna grab a wet cloth for you?” you nodded slowly and she lowered you in the couch, making sure you were comfortable.

While trying to calm yourself down, your breath got caught on your throat and you entered a painful coughing fit. Your girlfriend could swear she could hear your lungs rattling.

“My love? let’s move over to our bed?” Yelena asked, after placing the cloth on your forehead.

“‘Lena, I don’t feel so good” you admitted. You felt dizzy and weren’t sure if you were gonna be able to walk to your room.

Without saying a word, the blonde picked you up, bridal style, to carry you to bed.

After tucking you in, she laid by your side, kissing your temple. “Oh malyshka, I hate to see you like this…” she said as you begin to shiver.

“I just need some sleep, i’ll be fine.” You said, tugging closer to her.

“Let’s take a nap then, I’ll be right here.” Yelena said, and the both of you fell into a peaceful slumber.

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A loud noise woke up the assassin. Quickly getting to her feet she tried to reach blindly for one of her guns until she remembered that she hadn’t spread any weapons around the house yet.

Looking over to the bed, you weren’t there. She immediately understood what was happening.

Walking over to the living room, there you were, still trying to clean the house besides feeling obviously bad. The loud noise that she heard was made by one of the boxes that you dropped on your hazy state.

“Y/N?” Yelena asked, noticing how glassy your eyes were.

When you didn’t acknowledge her presence she placed a hand to your forehead. You were significantly warmer than earlier. poor baby…

“Please stay put, i’m getting you something for that fever.” She said as she sat you down on the couch. Your lack of protests were probably because you were so out of it. It broke her heart to see you in that state.

Every girl who got sick like this in the red room was brutally tortured. So Yelena panicked every time she saw someone getting sick. However, thankfully she was free from Dreykov and she would never have to deal with that kind of thing again.

Finding some Tylenol in her purse, she brought it over to you amongst a glass of water. You took the pills and looked over at her.

“I’m tired…”

“I know sweetie, how about we lay down? I’m tired too and a break wouldn’t hurt. You need some rest.” She said while massaging your scalp.

You nodded in approval and she picked you up again. Laying down with you and holding you close. She would never let anything bad happen to you.

“Sweet dreams Y/N, I hope you get well soon.”

[wonderlandleighleigh]

(warning for drug use)

1962

“You need to get back to New York.”

Lenny snorts as he settles back in his desk chair. “What for?” he asks. “It’s not like you can have me on the show, Gordon.”

Gordon sighs heavily. “Look, I- I don’t know how to...Midge hasn’t been feeling like herself.”

He sits up quickly, gripping the phone. He hasn’t been watching the show lately. He just doesn’t want to be reminded of what he’d left behind. It was better to have a clean break after not being able to gig in New York again and Midge is better off without him anyways. “What does that mean, ‘not like herself’?”

“It means...she was feeling depressed,” Gordon says awkwardly. “And her friend Imogene suggested she go see someone about it...”

Lenny squeezes his eyes shut. “Let me guess: A doctor someone with a prescription pad.”  

“Good guess,” Gordon says. “She’s not eating much, as far as I know. Probably not sleeping, either. Everyone else thinks she’s fine, but I’m worried she’s been taking more than she should, and if anyone can sniff out a Midge problem, it’s you.”

“I shouldn’t,” Lenny tells him. “We ended things because I fucked it all up, she doesn’t want to see me.”

“I am begging you,” Gordon tells him. “Put your shit aside for a few days. I don’t wanna lose my house comic, and I really don’t wanna lose my friend.”

Lenny sighs heavily. “I’ll catch the next flight out. But you’re paying for my hotel room.”

“Fuck you, you know you’re gonna be staying with Midge.”

“I’ll see you as soon as I can.”

****

His first stop is Midge’s, and when he knocks on the door, there’s no answer. So it’s a good thing he still has the key to the utility entrance in the kitchen. 

When he steps in, the apartment is mostly dark (odd for Midge and her parents), and there’s an eeriness to the place being so quiet.

“Midge?” he calls. “You home?”

Her voice is quiet, coming from the bathroom.

“Lenny?”

He heads that way, and he finds

Well.

Midge is sitting up against the bathtub, looking dazed, wearing her nightgown, her hair curly around her pretty but too-thin face.

And there’s a pill bottle on the sink.

Lenny snatches it up, reading it quickly. “Dexamyl. Fuck, Midge, if you wanted a drug problem, I could have given you better pointers.”

She shakes her head, trying to focus on him. “The doctor said to take two when I need them, but I...I got a little confused and I think I already took them, and then I took two more...”

“So you’ve literally been knocked on your ass,” Lenny says. “Midge, you went through this with me. Why would you-”

“I was sad,” she blurts out, squeezing her eyes shut. “I went to this doctor Imogene recommended, and-”

“He gave you a barbiturate and amphetamine mix to make you feel happy,” Lenny finishes for her.

“He said they would help,” Midge tells him. “That...that lots of women take these to help them.” 

“Where are your parents?”

“Paris. Kids are with Joel this week.”

Lenny sighs softly and sits next to her, wrapping an arm around her, letting her cuddle in against him. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart, I’m here.”

“You’ll leave again,” she slurs out. “Everyone leaves. Joel. Shy’s plane. You.”

He sighs softly and holds her tighter.

*****

Eventually, he gets Midge settled in bed with some water, and she falls into a hard sleep. He sighs heavily and tidies up a little before dumping the pills into the toilet and flushing.

This wasn’t supposed to happen to Midge. Him, sure. He’s fallen off the wagon plenty in the last couple of years, though he’s two months clean now by some fucking miracle. But Midge isn’t supposed to be the one to fall for this crap.

“Dexamyl,” he says over the phone to Gordon a little while later as he puts together some soup in the kitchen. “She’s high as a fucking kite, and she doesn’t remember how the hell many she takes so she just takes more.”

“Whelp. She’s officially on paid leave from the show.”

“Yeah,” Lenny sighs.

“You wanna fill in for her?”

“Is that legal?”

“Who gives a fuck?”

*****

When he heads back to the bedroom, Midge is up and looking a little more with it, sitting with her chin on her knees, shame on her face.

“I made soup,” he offers. “You must be hungry.”

She shrugs.

“I know the pills make you lose your appetite,” he says gently. “But you have to eat something, Midge.”

He still doesn’t get an answer, and Lenny sighs as he walks over, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I talked to Gordon. He’s put you on paid leave for the next few weeks so you have some time to recover.”

“Fine,” she says quietly.

“He’s the one who asked me to fly in, by the way,” Lenny explains. “He was worried about you.”

Midge nods slowly. “I’m sorry, Lenny. This is probably the last thing you needed.”

“This isn’t about me.”

“I just started to feel so hopeless, and...and Imogene said that he had helped her. I thought it was safe.”

“It’s not your fault, Midge,” Lenny assures her. “Shit’s like candy, believe me, I know.”

“Did you get rid of them?”

“Yes, I did. Flushed.”

She nods. “Thanks.”

“I’m always here for you, Midge,” he says quietly. “You know how much I love you. Hell, I left because I love you.”

She doesn’t respond to that.

“Can I get you some soup?” he offers. “Please?”

Midge nods, swallowing. “Okay.”

“Thank you,” he breathes out, relieved. “I’ll be right back.”

She reaches out quickly, snatching at his hand. “Lenny.”

He stops, gazing down at her worried.

“I love you, too,” she says quietly, gazing up at him sadly. “You know I do.”

Lenny nods, stroking her hair gently. “I know, Sweetheart. I’ll be right back.”

She nods, loosening her grip on him, and letting him go.

[sakumasmut]

Ritsu Sakuma x Fem!Reader

tags/warnings: cheating, jealousy, dubcon, breeding, impregnation

just a short scenario for fun!

Imagine being married to Rei.

You love him dearly, and every time he treats you like a goddess you swoon. He’s handsome, charismatic, and great in bed. What more could a girl ask for? Yet whenever you visit the Sakuma household for dinner with his side of the family, you can’t help but feel a different pair of red eyes staring at you.

You’re on somewhat friendly terms with Ritsu. You know he has a rocky relationship with your husband, despite how much Rei gushes over him. You figured being married to his older brother would turn Ritsu off from interacting with you much. It turned out to be quite the opposite however, as the younger vampire would eagerly curl up next to you whenever you visited, sometimes falling asleep on your lap or shoulder. You and Rei would laugh each time he did so, and he would tease you, saying Ritsu had a liking to you. You denied it, but Ritsu did seem to talk with you more often that you thought he would. At least, it seemed like a lot compared to the cold shoulder he gave his brother.

One night, you head to the Sakuma’s house from work for a weekend dinner. You expect Rei to meet you there, but instead you get a text at the dinner table from him, apologizing profusely for getting caught up in his idol work and being unable to make it that night. You can’t help but roll your eyes, of course he’d cancel last minute! You don’t let it stop you from enjoying your dinner though, happily chatting with his parents and enjoying a few sips of red wine paired with delicious wagyu steak. Ritsu falls asleep on your lap again as you chat with his parents, and soon enough they both retire to their rooms, leaving you alone with a sleeping Ritsu. You’re ready to head home yourself, but as you try to nudge Ritsu off your leg, his eyes flutter open and he yawns quietly.

“Ah, sorry for waking you up, Ritsu. I was just about to head home.”

“Already?” He pouts. “You just got here though…”

“Sorry, but I don’t want to overstay my welcome. I want to get home before Rei does.”

His eyes darken at the mention of his brother, but you don’t notice.

“That good for nothing will take too long. Staying a bit longer won’t make a difference. Don’t you want to chat some more?”

Ritsu tugs on your hand, giving you a small pout and pleading eyes that you can’t say no to.

“Alright alright, an extra hour won’t hurt.”

“Why not come to my room? It’s cozier than the couch.”

You agree and follow him upstairs to his bedroom. As expected, it’s mostly tidy except for his unmade bed, but you don’t particularly mind. You take a seat on it, and hear the click of the door locking before he joins you.

“So, what do you wanna talk about?”

“You.”

You give him a confused smile, and it only grows as he trails his fingers down your leg, leaning in much too close for comfort.

“You’re really pretty, /name/, if only my stupid brother hadn’t gotten to you first…”

You open your mouth to ask him what he’s talking about, but his mouth covers yours before any noise can come out. You try to squeak in surprise, but his tongue slides into your open mouth, eagerly exploring it while deepening your kiss. This is wrong, you tell yourself, your husband’s brother shouldn’t be kissing you. You need to pull away. Instead, you find yourself leaning into it, even parting your lips a bit more.

Ritsu is the one who finally breaks the kiss, and you have a dazed, unfocused expression as he wipes away the string of saliva from your lips. He pushes you down onto his bed, a lustful look in his eyes.

“Anija doesn’t deserve you.” He states bluntly, hands moving to undress you. It’s when you see his erection pressing against his pants that you snap out of it.

“R-Ritsu, wait. This isn’t right!”

“You being with him isn’t right either.”

“I’m serious! I can’t do this to your brother.”

You bite your lower lip as he stops. Ritsu gives you a hurt look, but doesn’t continue. You should feel relieved, but for some reason you just end up feeling yearnful.

“If you really want me to stop, I will.” He pauses, thinking of his next words. “But don’t lie to yourself. If you want this as much as I do, stay.”

Your mind is torn. You already feel guilty for betraying Rei, but another part of you wants to know what else Ritsu has to give. You end up not moving. He smirks, and leans over to kiss you again. You return it.

Soon enough, you’re moaning his name as he slowly thrusts into you, savoring how you feel clenching around his cock.

“Ah, Ritsu!” You whine loudly as he rubs against a sweet spot. “Harder!”

He obliges, slamming his hips harder into your wet cunt and making you scream in pleasure. The guilt of cheating on your husband weighs heavy on your mind, but it also makes each thrust feel all the more pleasurable.

“Mmm, /name/, I’m getting close.”

“I-I am too.”

“Let’s do it together, then.”

You expect him to pull out, but as you feel pleasure wash over you as you reach your climax, he presses himself deep inside of you. A wave of horror slaps you in the face as you feel something warm pouring into you, not made better as Ritsu sighs in contentment, body slumping over your own.

“R-Ritsu! Why would you—”

“I thought I already told you.” He pouted. “Anija doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve to have your kids either, so I’ll just make sure he doesn’t get the chance.”

His hips start moving again, and you moan as he resumes his pace, fucking you and filling your womb to the brim with his seed for the rest of the night.

A month later, Rei announces that you’re pregnant, and to expect a new member of the Sakuma family to join them soon. Your friends and family are overjoyed at the good news, even Ritsu seems somewhat more excited than usual! But little to your husband’s knowledge, there’s a reason for his brother’s excitement. The child growing in your belly is a Sakuma, but not one that belongs to him.

Imagine Ritsu impregnating you, without Rei’s knowledge.

[bornforastorm]

fuck it friday, even though it’s monday, but this is when I was tagged so I’m doing it!! Thanks for the tag @marley-manson!

Here’s a lil snippet from what I’ve been working on recently (it’s perry mason):

The house was dark and quiet, the lights kept off to save on the electric bill. It was cluttered and busy, full of tossed aside shoes and books and newspapers. Such was three kids, Perry thought. Hard to keep a house clean with three kids. Hell, in his own case, it was hard to keep the house clean with no kids running around. He wandered through, taking his time, eventually making it to the master bedroom. Smaller than his parent’s bedroom at the farmhouse. This room was lived in though. Rumpled sheets on the half made bed, clothes draped over the footboard. It was clear which bedside table belonged to who— Pete’s was littered with paperback novels and bobbins of thread, a crumpled packet of cigarettes and an empty glass with a lingering water ring. Ruthie’s was much more organized. An alarm clock, a pair of reading glasses. Tidy. The shower was running through a door that wasn’t properly closed. Perry leaned towards the door and caught a whiff of floral soap, a hint of steam, and the shadow from a body moving behind a curtain. “Pete?” “Perry?” His voice called out from the bathroom. “You’re early.” “I'm not, really,” he said, distracted now by the closet. Pete’s suits and shirts. A handsome brown sport coat with a pleated panel back that Perry had never seen him wear before. He fingered the fabric, feeling the weave. Rough, thick. “Well, gimme a minute anyway. I ain’t ready.” “Yeah.” In the top drawer of a bureau that had seen better days, Perry found himself face to face with Pete’s carefully tended undershirts and boxer shorts. The other side of the drawer held Ruth’s intimates, folded tightly so you could hardly tell what they were. Of course that was the moment Ruth turned the corner, catching Perry putting his nose where it didn’t belong. She cleared her throat at him. He jumped, slamming the drawer closed. “Fuck, sorry.” “Enjoying my husband's unmentionables?” She asked, dry and wry and scathing. “Habit, Ruthie, you know how it is.” Like poking around was something he couldn’t help but do. It was hard to tell if she believed that. That was part of the problem, Perry thought. He couldn’t read her at all. She rolled her eyes. Geez, if that didn’t cut him down to size. “Come wait in the kitchen.” He tucked his tail between his legs and slipped past her out of the bedroom, pausing momentarily to let her lead the way through to the kitchen. She placed him at the table, sat across from him, and waited quietly. She was going to force him to speak first. This was Ruthie’s great power, Perry thought as he watched her watch him. Her silence. The power she carried just by being quiet. She spoke to him only when necessary, and it made her strong. Who knew what she was like in private, with just her husband, but to Perry she was an impenetrable wall. Just when Perry felt he was about to break, the kids came stampeding through the kitchen. They ran past in a flurry, ignoring him completely, preferring to continue their trample through the house and into the back yard. Ruth did nothing to try and stop them or slow them. She maintained her unflappable cool over Perry, who flinched at the sudden influx of ruckus. Point Ruthie. Not that they were in competition, of course. Good looking kids, Perry thought, forcing his mind away from Ruth and her cold stare. Healthy and pink-cheeked. The oldest boy was starting to look a lot like Pete, with his chin and nose. Probably it was nice to have a kid that looked like you. He’d never thought Teddy looked like him at all. Perry heard the shower stop. “I don’t mean to intrude, you know. I can wait outside—“ “No intrusion. You’re my husband’s friend.” Somehow she made both words, Husband and Friend, sound like insults. She found a loose lock of her dark hair with her fingers, gave it a twist, and tucked it up into the loose bun behind her head. Effortless. Ruth was pretty enough, Perry thought. Or she used to be. Before the three kids and the hardship and this dark, messy house. She’d turned what prettiness she’d had into toughness, and he could see it in the way she held her mouth. In the disdain she had for him. “Listen, Ruth—“ “Just don’t get him in trouble this time,” she snapped. Perry recoiled, pinned into his seat. “Some of us need him to be around.” “That’s not fair, I need him—“ “He doesn’t keep your lights on, does he? He doesn’t feed your children?” Reprimanded, Perry fell silent. He couldn’t begin to explain to Ruth that yes, Pete did keep his lights on. Yes, Pete did feed his kid. Without Pete there would be no work as a P.I., no money to pay his bills or pay his child support. And more than that, without Pete there would be no lights on for Perry at all. Pete lit him up, kept him active and lively and out in the world. Without Pete it would’ve been easy to rot to death at home, watching the planes grind his family's legacy into the dirt. As honest as he could be, he said, “He matters to me too, Ruth.”

tagging my dear friends @majorbaby @boasamishipper @ireallyamabear and anybody else who’s keen!

[rk8connorzz]

𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔪𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔦𝔱 // 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: While cleaning around your apartment, Connor decides to stop by. A gift in hand and a surprise awaiting you. 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: None This is teeth rotting fluff (Dirty ass minds when I said surprise smh /lh /j)

Soft music played distantly in the background as I began cleaning my home. The window that wasn't covered by the curtain showcased a beautiful fall scene outside. Orange and yellow-leaved danced towards the ground. The alluring sun slowly set down on Detroit. Autumn was always my favorite season. The streets were littered with people dressed for the cold either taking walks with their significant others or just wandering around the streets to see the stunning scenery of Detroit's fall.

The song played silently in the background. I started with my kitchen, tidying up the ingredients I left on the counter. Organizing the messy countertop. Saving the dishes for later, I grabbed a can of air freshener from the corner of the granite counter. Halloween was always such a beautiful time of the year. Pumpkins with silly faces were scattered across almost every other person's front doorstep. The fake Styrofoam graveyards, spider webs, the orange and purple lights placed neatly on the outside of the small houses, and the skeletons which moved when you stepped on a pressure plate were common in my neighborhood.

The colorful sight reminded me briefly of a certain charming android from the DPD, where I work. His beautiful deep brown eyes drowned into mine whenever we made eye contact. The few freckles are placed perfectly along his face. His enchanting voice puts me into a trance whenever I listen to it. The way he did everything was damn near perfect. Just like him. He always smelt of sweet spices and coffee. I didn't realize I was spacing out thinking about him until I heard someone knocking at my door. I quickly yelled "Just a second!" I picked up my pace a tad, spraying 4 sprays of the air spray, then I walked as fast as I could to the door to be greeted by a very handsome and familiar face. "Hello, Detective! You weren't at work today, and I wanted to check up on you. I apologize if I interrupted something." The RK800 standing in front of me practically whispered the last part of his sentence. The deep orange sun shone on Connor, making him look as if he was gleaming. His eyes wandered, scanning the environment behind me.

"O-oh! Sorry. I was just cleaning up the house. You can come in if you want." I politely moved to the side to allow him to walk into the apple and cinnamon-smelling apartment. I just barely heard Connor taking a deep breath in. His chest heaved up, then back down once again. "I" Connor suddenly paused, then resumed. "I brought you something. I know that Halloween is a favorite for you, and I am aware it isn't typically a holiday where you bring your loved ones gifts, but I felt like I should buy you something for this holiday." I was facing the couch while Connor was behind me. I looked behind just so I can see his tall figure standing awkwardly. He held a small box inside of his pale palms. His left thumb grazed over the cardboard from side to side. I turned fully to face the beautiful man. A small giggle escaped my mouth before I began speaking, "Con, you know you don't need to waste your money on me. But.. thank you anyways." I shot him a soft and reassuring smile. He situated his hands towards me, leaning the box forward. I hesitated before shyly grabbing the white cardboard box. "But is it really 'wasting' if I'm using it on someone I deeply care for?" His sultry voice came to break the almost completely quiet atmosphere.

A soft gasp fell from me as a diamond-plated necklace was presented inside the box. I fought the urge to cry in front of the android. My right hand clasped firmly over my quivering mouth. He spent a fortune on this, didn't he? "Do you like it?" Connor questioned. A quiet "I love it" can be heard from me. I could barely see him inching himself close to me. Soon wrapping his arms around me, embracing me in a tight and warm hug. The man stood just a few inches taller than me, but he never had to look down at me. His hands rubbed behind my back. I soon wrapped my arms behind him, smiling from ear to ear. I felt like I was melting. "I love you." The android admitted. I was taken aback by his words. It felt unbelievable. He moved his head slightly to place his lips on the top of my head. "I-I love you too, Connor. I always have." I pulled away from the hug to make more eye contact with the almost ethereal RK800. The man was delightful to look at. Truly a sight for sore eyes. I could stare adoringly into his eyes as long as possible. His eyes took me in and held me with comfort. Almost hypnotizing me. His face closed in with mine, ending the distance between our faces. His lips intertwined with mine. Both of my hands fled to his cheeks, cupping them both with love. His lips felt like a cloud. My eyes fluttered open as he pulled away from the passionate kiss. "I've wanted to do that for so long." A deep rose flew upon my cheeks. I locked my fingers in his hair, playing with it slightly. "Me too, my love. It was even better than I imagined it would be." We shared another slow, deep, and calm kiss. "May I call you mine, (Name)?" A soft and sweet "Yes" Fell from my lips, which he soon took into his once more. I felt like I was inside a dream, being kissed by an angel sent straight from heaven. "As long as I can call you to mine as well." He laughed shortly, then looked into my eyes. Almost adoringly. "I wouldn't have it any other way, angel."

[fruchtfleisch-art]

Something like ‘home sick from work’ or ‘picnic’ could be interesting prompts for the microfics! :)

Three things: (1) my friend Danny has a lovely illustration/microfic of a Kirashino picnic here, please go admire it and the absolutely insane top-down angle it was drawn at.

(2) I apologize for how long this took... I started writing and then immediately got sick myself, which helped me come up with descriptions but really hindered my ability to write them down 😭.

(3) If it wasn't obvious by the slow post rate of these last few prompts, my free time is back to being somewhat limited, so this is the last microfic! Thank you so, so much to everyone who sent a prompt in! I'll definitely run something like this again someday, it was really fun :) This batch will be posted up on AO3 soon, after I rest a bit.

Kirashino microfic #6/6?: Home sick from work

It’s a proven fact: Yoshikage Kira does not take sick days.

That doesn’t mean he’s never been sick, necessarily, but he’s not the type to laze around in bed when he doesn’t feel well. The last time he caught the flu bug circulating in his office, he set a nighttime alarm for his twice-daily dose of fever reducer, wore a mask all week, and stayed out of the break room. His supervisor had praised him for his commitment and excellent work ethic.

“Kawajiri Kosaku”, on the other hand, has called out sick for three days, and is completely fed up with the whole ordeal. It just doesn’t make sense. He’s young, he has a strong immune system, and he takes excellent care of himself. He should be feeling better by now, or at least a bit less like week-old roadkill.

Three days in, and it’s all Kira can do to lie on the Kawajiri’s couch, desperately craving sleep he can’t have. Every time his eyes slide shut and his mind goes quiet, the tight, sharp ache in his throat prods him back to listless wakefulness, forces him to sit up and hack another wad of bloody phlegm into the nearest tissue. It’s miserable work. His chest hurts from coughing.

Time passes in sludgy fits and starts, the dawn light outside growing steadily brighter. The next time he rolls over to cough, it’s agonizingly bright, and Shinobu is standing in the doorway, a shopping bag tucked under her arm. When did she get here?

“Sorry,” she says quietly. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. How are you feeling?”

Instead of leaving, she comes in to tidy up his sick den, picking up trash and empty cups. It’s irritating. The whole point of him staying downstairs is to prevent infecting the one healthy person left in the house. What’s he supposed to do if she gets sick?

“Shinobu,” he tries to say, but his voice breaks with a raspy squeak. He tries again and nothing comes out.

“Hayato is feeling a lot better today,” Shinobu says cheerfully, giving no indication she heard him. “So I’m sure you won’t be far behind.”

Kira doesn’t want to hear about the disease vector she calls her son, doesn’t want to even think about him. The idea of Hayato contaminating him, of his virus squirming its way past his immune system, replicating, clogging his airways with gunk and boiling his brain to fevered mush is…

Another thick, sticky cough bubbles up and forces him forward, tears pricking his eyes as mucus shifts painfully in his chest. Shinobu is there with a pack of tissues when the cough is finally productive, brings a glass of water when he’s done with the tissues.

“That sounds awful, sweetie. Can I help?” She brings her shopping bag over to the couch. A thin blue box emerges from the shopping bag. From the box, like magic, emerges a fresh bottle of SS Bron.

Shinobu! Wonderful woman! His own Florence Nightingale. He didn’t even know they were running low on cough medicine. He watches her measure out a few milliliters of cola-colored syrup into a spoon, the harsh sunlight bouncing off the rim in a blinding white circle.

The light.

“T-” Kira says. Swallows hard, throat working a slimy circuit. Tries again: “Time is it?”

“Almost noon. Why?”

His last dose was at eight o’clock, not even four hours ago. It hasn’t been nearly long enough for him to have another. Didn’t she read the label?

Horrible woman! Is she trying to give him brain damage? Kill him?

He bristles, ready to admonish Shinobu for her carelessness, but the moment he opens his mouth she brings the spoon to his lips. A barely-there sweetness trickles over his tongue.

“Don’t worry about that. You need the rest,” she says, smiling fondly at him. “I’m not keeping you on a schedule, honey. You just work on feeling better.”

That’s not it, not at all! Kira isn’t worried about oversleeping. He’s worried about missing too much work and contagion and how he has, just now, possibly overdosed on codeine. He would happily explain this to her, but his throat is packed with ground glass and forcing out anything louder than a sigh is painful, terribly painful.

Shinobu bends down to kiss his cheek, then places a cool hand on his forehead. He closes his eyes as her fingers push through his sweat-sodden bangs, scratch lightly at his scalp.

It’s humiliating, being petted like a dog, or a… something. That’s it. Humiliating.

He’s too sick to move, though. So, so, sick.

Might as well make himself comfortable.

[footy-fictionist]

Domesticity - Marius Wolf

Pairing: Marius Wolf x female reader

Warnings: full of fluff honestly, google translated German, very very very domestic, hense the title

Word count: 1363

Note: As always, English is not my first language. I thought it was kind of criminal that I can't find much for Marius. I guess I really write most of my fics about the people (bees) that aren't incredibly popular. This is completely fictional. Please do not copy or publish my work, reblogging is fine!

She and Marius had been living together for a few months now. She moved in with him when they were together for six months, not wanting to spend a lot of nights without each other anymore. Of course there were the away games and boys/girls weekends, but those were the exceptions. Their one year anniversary is coming up and she realized that they haven’t deep cleaned the apartment since she moved in. She doubts it was deep cleaned by Marius before. Of course it was tidy and they cleaned the house weekly, but there are parts of the house they don’t really pay attention to. 

So now that Marius is away for the game against Stuttgart, she decided it was time for a deep clean. Especially after last week, when Marius was ill and she took care of him. It can’t hurt to deep clean everything to get rid of the germs. So that’s why she’s now cleaning the kitchen, the last part of the house to clean. In the past few days, she started at the attic and worked her way down through the house. Of course she took some breaks and she even watched the game, only to be disappointed when Marius didn’t get any minutes and the game ended in a draw. 

Marius comes back home today and she hopes to be done by the time he gets there. The music is loud and she’s completely focussed on cleaning, dancing and singing. Hence why she doesn’t hear the front door open and close or the way bags drop to the floor and him calling her name. When he doesn’t get a response, he decides to follow the music. And there she is, completely focussed on cleaning the countertop, swaying her hips to the music whilst she sings along. She doesn’t like to sing around him because she thinks her singing isn’t good enough, but sometimes, like today, she doesn’t notice he’s there. And he enjoys her voice more than anything. 

So he watches and listens, not bothering to announce his arrival. He can’t help but think how beautiful she is. She’s wearing nothing special and yet she is the most beautiful girl in the world to him. When the song changes to a slower song, the pace of her cleaning slows down too. That’s when he decides to let her know he’s there. He comes up behind her slowly and softly, trying not to startle her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She startles a little but she relaxes when she sees the tattoos on his arms. She leans back into his hold and he presses a kiss to her temple. 

“Hallo liebling, ich habe dich vermisst." 

“I’ve missed you too. I’m sorry you didn’t get to play yesterday.”

He just shrugs and pulls her a little closer. She drops the rag she was using and puts her hands over his. They stand there for a while, just swaying to the music that still plays around the kitchen. When the song changes to a more upbeat song, he pulls away from her. Immediately a sound of discontent leaves her mouth, only to turn into a laugh when he turns her around and starts dancing with her. They dance together for a while, he spins her a few times before pulling her closer. She laughs in pure joy, throwing her head back and letting out a full belly laugh. She doesn’t see it, but the way he looks at her can only be described as loving and admiring. He laughs along with her, her joy contagious.

When her laugh stops, he pulls her close to his chest. Her arms wrap around his neck and their foreheads touch. Both of them close their eyes, taking in the moment and each other. They sway a little, but don’t even notice they’re out of beat with the music. All they can focus on is the feeling of holding each other. Without him noticing she sneaks her hand up to his bun. He only notices her hands are there once she starts undoing his bun, he doesn’t do anything to stop her though. She puts the band around her wrist before running her hands through his her. He leans into her a bit more as she plays with his hair. If she catches any knots, he doesn’t notice at all, with how gentle she’s being.

“Ich liebe dich.”

Her whisper is soft and she softly rubs her nose against his before leaning in to capture his lips with hers. The kiss is soft and slow, but shows all the love they feel for each other. Eventually they have to let go because they need to breathe. He reciprocates the phrase and presses a few kisses to her cheek. She smiles as he does so, tangling her fingers in his hair a little more. She pulls back a little to look at him, suggesting that she makes him some food. He agrees, but doesn’t leave her side for a second. She gets the ingredients she needs to make his favourite snack and once they’re all collected, he wraps his arms around her again. His chest against her back, whilst his chin touches her shoulder. 

“I deep cleaned the house whilst you were gone.” He pulls away a little to look at the side of her face. She turns her head a little to look at him. “I realized we hadn’t done that since I moved in and after you were ill last week, I thought it was a good time.”

“Why didn’t you ask me liebling, I could have helped you.” She looks at him a little surprised, she didn’t think he’d be up for it. She presses a kiss to his cheek before returning to her task. “Thank you for cleaning the house, but next time let me help you.”

She nods her head at his request. He presses another kiss to her temple as she finishes up with his snack. She puts it on the counter and he takes a seat on one of the stools. As he eats, she makes him a drink and finishes cleaning the last bits of the kitchen. Every once in a while she passes Marius and presses a kiss against his cheek, showing him that she’s missed him and that she’s happy he’s back home. She moves out of the kitchen to put the rags she used in the washing machine and she immediately takes his bags to sort out the dirty laundry for him. He finishes the snack and immediately puts away the dishes before following her to the laundry room.

“You know you don’t have to sort my dirty laundry and football kit right?”

“I know, but I want to. You work very hard for the team, it’s the least I can do since I moved in. I still work too, but not as intensely as you do.”

He smiles at her and as she stands up, she tries to move past him to get to the laundry that needs to be folded. She doesn’t get that far though as he wraps her back up in his arms. 

“Marius, let me go. I need to fold that last bit of laundry.”

“Let me do that, you go back to the kitchen and get us some drinks. Then you can look for a movie and once I’m done, we can watch it together.”

She smiles at him gratefully. He presses another kiss to her lips before they part ways. It doesn’t take long before both of them are snuggled up on the couch. Her head is resting right above his heart, the most comfortable place to lay down in her opinion. It’s comforting to listen to his heartbeat and knowing he’s right there with her. His hand is caressing her back and every once in a while he presses kisses to the crown of her head. It’s the way he shows his love for her, pressing kisses to different parts of her face. It’s his way to feel her warmth and where he finds comfort in her presence. Both of them wouldn’t want it any other way.

Hallo liebling, ich habe dich vermisst: hello darling, i've missed you

Ich liebe dich: I love you

Liebling: darling

[marc-spectorr]

You're going to see the weekend live??? AHHHHH OMG this is so cooooool. Wish I could go with you and sing along his songs. Please tell me afterwards how it was OK???😍❤ oh and same here with Dua Lipa's songs. Whenever I hear a song from her I'm gonna dance around my flat. 😄 she's so good.

Don't worry about the prompts babe. I'm glad you had them saved so the broken laptop didn't delete them. I hope you can fix it soon though.

Haha yah... Steven definitely would feel sorry for you as soon he's got the job for tour guide at the museum. He'd probably ask Donna for a solution and she'd only get annoyed with him again. Imagining you would stand up for him after you realized that he wanted to help you get the job too. You'd put Donna on her place in front of everyone and Steven would look at you like 😍🥰

Also Jake the one that cleans up behind the boys?? 😅 Sis I wanna see that!! Him doing household, being tidy, taking out the trash but not without knocking over a full bin out of frustration because he can't get his trash inside anymore. He'd curse in Spanish too. Oh and while he's cooking delicious things (I'm sure he's a goooood cook) he'd listen to old Spanish songs and every now and then move his hips and feet along the rhythm. God I need a sitcom with Jake doing his everyday life. It'd be sooooo cool 😍😍😍

Callieeeee... if you don't mind me asking, what's your zodiac sign? 💖 I'm a saggitarius.♐

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eekekdkkjj i am 😭😭 i’m sooo pumped to finally see him live, i’ve been a fan for years!! it’s in july but i’ll definitely let you know how it goes (prob amazing bc it’s the weeknd and his energy is just w.o.w)

awww thank you! i really felt so bad that i can’t post them as planned uGH. but it’s alright! i was in need of a new laptop anyway so it works out lolol

omg donna makes me so angry haha! like how dare you act so mean to our sweet steven 🥺 he’s just so passionate about his job,,, seriously he’s the perfect tour guide/employee what more does she want??? but sjjdkdk imagine you and steven working together tho. having lunch breaks together, finding each other in the museum just to say hi, and maybe sneaking in a few kisses when no one’s watching hehe :)

and yeees!! jake just exudes oldest brother energy and is the most responsible out of the three lmao. he works hard to make their house a home agsjkdjd. def he’s a master chef and knows how to cook good food. he had a taste of marc and steven’s cooking once and was like yeah nOpe i’m in charge of what’s going into our bodies now. but he has a soft spot for steven so he’s always making sure what he’s cooking is vegan🥺

oOo i am a scorpio by the way :))) idk if that’s the vibe i’m giving people here tho LOL

love you to the moon and back sunnie 💞

[wiw3]

A Routine Made of Glass; Something You Can Return To (Still Trying)

Hi! I’m so sorry! Yesterday was an unforgivable hack-take at a blog-entry *just to get one out*, and despite it being my house, technically, you’re still a guest that deserves a certain amount of respect out of me as a host, so in the spirit of maintaining a line of accountability and entertainment, I apologize. 

I try to keep this place neat and tidy, but yesterday was a pretty volumetric announcement to the scale in which I can craft a mess, if I’m just doing it to do it. It needs to be free-flowing, like this, where I can think into my fingers and they supply the words for me to level with the cosmos.

It’s something I’m returning to after a violent hurricane. That week changed me. It had me inspired enough to map out a few scenes to a script, but never actually go anywhere with it, unfortunately. I need to be willing to always explore those parts of myself, those parts that are unwilling. The parts that say No need to be challenged regularly, or I’d never even do so much as go outside. 

I’d stay inside, doing anything but writing, doing anything but the thing that I think I’m semi-okay at, at best. The one thing I feel as if I have skill in doing, I’m not doing.  Maybe it’s some kind of inferiority-complex. It’s the same reason I don’t play hypercompetitive video-games. I worry that running into someone good enough (AKA, much better than myself), would ruin the game or the concept of writing altogether for me. 

Other people shouldn’t have this level of control over my life, but I bonded with disapproving strangers when I was little, straining for their approval and then ultimately falling to the conclusion that none of it mattered. I’m still trying to get back to that life, I was a lot dumber, then, but I only made mistakes once. 

Now, I operate on routine, which means if a bad habit gets into my routine, it stays there until I break it. Brushing one’s teeth while standing in the shower, or pissing, comes to mind. The nasty kicker about those routines, though, is that their breakage, or even so much as their slight adjustment, is enough to throw me off during nocturnal hours.

My routines, and my, by extension, ego, are glasslike in this regard, shatterable with the slightest mishandling or, even someone breathing on it wrong can ruin it. No flash photography or loud noises. I don’t sleep well when my little day-plans are smashed, regardless of severity. 

Maybe it’s why I’ve found it so draining and stressful to work a part-time job to support myself as much as possible. The work is menial, and my mind wanders while I work, to boot. I feel like a kid doing busywork in class, not thinking about things that a normal schoolkid would, or should, think about.

So my lot in life is stable, at least for right now. We’ll check the stability of those warped chunks of wood supporting the structure in a few weeks if/when I’ve gotten my chunky-ass wisdom-teeth removed from my face.

More menial, conceptual updates to come. Ciao~!

[stranger-nightmare]

Xu Shang-Chi ~ SFW Alphabet

A/N: the second of my six alphabets coming out this week! This time it’s sfw and with the gorgeous Shang-Chi! This is the first time I’ve ever written anything for him so I hope you guys like it!!🖤💫

Warning: one mention of sex but nothing overly explicit.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Shang-Chi takes a while to become physically affectionate. He’s not used to physical affection ever since his mother died, he’s touch starved and kinda self-conscious about it. You’d have to take it slow with him, starting with things like hugs and holding hands. But eventually I can picture him really growing to crave physical affection after realising what he’s been missing out on; so he’ll turn into a lil cuddle monster. But, until he gets comfortable with this kind of affection, he shows his love for you simply by spending time with you. He’s the kind of guy where you’re perfectly content to just hang out and be alone together, so you’ll just spend time in each other’s company but without really talking or anything; you’ll occasionally just show each other a meme and laugh together but otherwise you’re happy to be doing your own thing and just having him next to you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Well we all know from his movie that Shang-Chi is a great friend, albeit not the most honest, but like that’s understandable given his past. So I can imagine him very much latching on to the friends that he makes in high school, as you can see with Katy and Soo. He takes a while to open up and was kinda shy when you first met him, but once your friendship / relationship blossomed you came to realise that he’s just an incredible human being, so loveable, funny, kind; he’s just such a great time to be around, you can spend hours with him without ever getting bored.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Kind of like I said in the first section here; it takes him a while to get used to the idea of cuddling bc he’s not used to it. But eventually he learns to love it and wants to cuddle you as often as you’ll let him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He definitely does want to settle down but feels like he can’t, he always has his past lingering in the back of his head. But I also see him as being a lil chaotic when it comes to domestic things. Like I think this boy does know how to cook but he just doesn’t, at least not often. He’s kinda content to just make super noodles and shit even though he has the knowledge and ability to make the most stunning and intricate Asian meals. He keeps his house clean, but not tidy. He’s got his own kind of organised chaos going on in his apartment; it looks like a disaster to the external eye but he knows exactly where everything is.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

So if Shang-Chi was to break up with I feel like it would only be bc the horrors of his past and his father were catching up to him and it was potentially putting you in danger. He’d only break up with you to protect you really. And I’m sorry but I fully feel like Shang-Chi would be the type to sneak away in the middle of the night, leaving you nothing more than a note, bc he can’t face actually having to say goodbye to you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As much as Shang-Chi loves you and is completely devoted to you I feel like he’d be hesitant to make any permanent and long-term plans like getting married bc he’s always fearful that his past is somehow going to catch up to him. So I feel like the two of you would be together for many many years before you finally manage to convince him to get married. Like at this point you practically were married anyway, just missing the official title.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Shang-Chi pretty much only had rough touch and tough love when he was growing up (after his mum died anyway) so he’s very deliberate in being extremely gentle with you. He can be rough with you, during sex we’re talking here, if you really ask him to and he does kinda enjoy it but if he had his way he prefers to be soft and gentle with you. Emotionally he’s also very gentle. He’s very calm and patient, even if you’re arguing. He’s an amazing listener, it’s so easy to just rant away to him and he absolutely doesn’t mind how long you go on for.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He does like to hug, but he’s not the biggest fan of pda so he pretty much only hugs you when you’re alone. But when you are alone he will hug you so much, like I’ve already said, he eventually learns to love physical affection and just loves to hug you so much. He likes to squeeze you super tight when he hugs you. He also secretly loves it when you come and hug him from behind, tucking your head into the space between his shoulder blades.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I feel like he’s kinda slow to admit that he loves you. Like even after he knows it in his heart, he still doesn’t tell you for a while, like he’s almost scared to admit it that it’s true.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

I don’t think he gets very jealous, he loves and trusts you. He only steps in when other people are flirting with you if he thinks the other person is gonna get physical or something.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Soft, gentle, and so full of passion. He likes to kiss your face, your cheeks, your temple, your forehead, your nose. I also see him as the kind of guy who likes to kiss your hands. His favourite is when you kiss his forehead.

L = Love language (Pretty self explanatory, what is their love language?)

Quality time. He will always make sure to carve out time to spend with you no matter how busy and hectic your lives are; he always has time for you.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Shang-Chi is not one to lounge around in bed, once he’s awake he’s up pretty much straight away. He likes to get in a quick workout, shower, and have decent breakfast before his day gets started. Even on the weekends and his days off, he’s still not one to lie in.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Despite always being an early riser Shang-Chi is still one to stay up late, way past a respectable bedtime. It’s either bc you guys were on a night out with Katy that ended in karaoke again, or just bc he stayed up late scrolling on his phone even though he was physically in bed at a decent time.

0 = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I think I already covered this but yeah Shang-Chi is very slow to open up. It takes many months, perhaps almost going on a year, of the two of you being together for him to finally start revealing anything about his past and his childhood.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

I think Shang-Chi is super patient and doesn’t get angered often. He might get lightly frustrated or annoyed sometimes but he’s not one to get fully angry very often.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Shang-Chi is super good at remembering all the little things you tell him, all the details about all the things you love! And he likes to surprise you by mentioning or even bringing you a gift of something that you mentioned even if it was just in passing.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

HIs favourite moment in your relationship is one that only he knows about. And it’s a small moment where he realised how safe you made him feel, how he suddenly realised that he could let his guard down, be himself completely, confide in you and you would never judge him and always be there for him. It was a small moment where something just clicked inside him and he was just like ‘yeah, they're the one’.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Shang-Chi is very protective of you, but not possessive. He doesn’t get super riled up when he sees other people flirting with you or whatever bc he has a lot of trust in you, but, as soon as he senses even the mildest of danger he is right there by your side. He’s definitely the type to sacrifice himself for you if that kind of situation ever arose.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

I feel like Shang-Chi is one to put a lot of thought and time into planning dates and anniversaries and things. He prefers to plan something meaningful that he knows you’ll enjoy rather than just spending a bunch of money on a fancy restaurant and gift. I think he’s more about experiences and making memories instead of extravagance. When it comes to everyday tasks he’s reasonably good. Like he always keeps the house pretty clean, albeit messy. But he does tend to get behind on things like dishes and laundry and you kinda have to prod him about it but he’ll pretty much do it right away once you’ve reminded him.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Idk if this counts as a bad habit exactly but I feel like he’s not the best at communicating his feelings, like he’s just a bit closed off, particularly at the beginning if your relationship. Also his sleep schedule, in the sense that he’s always staying up late, can be quite hectic and annoying to keep up with.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I feel like Shang-Chi is like averagely concerned with his looks. He likes to keep clean and polished, has a basic skincare routine. But it’s nothing overly extravagant or expensive, just something he can do quickly but leave him feeling and looking good.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I feel Shang-Chi wouldn’t realise he didn’t feel complete until he did have you in his life and suddenly felt this wholeness that he just had never experienced before. It’s another thing that makes him realise how in love with you he really is, the fact that you fill this void inside him that he hadn’t even known was there.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Shang-Chi has a guitar, knows how to play it, and sometimes serenades you. He literally has not told another soul about it, not even Katy, so it’s a very special and intimate thing that he only shares with you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like)

Bullies, of any kind. He cannot stand bullies or people that are mean or rude for no good reason. He always makes a point of being super polite and kind to servers and waiters etc.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Idk why but I feel like Shang Chi is someone who mumbles a bit in his sleep, and someone who tosses around a lot. He’s kinda a light sleeper as well, it doesn’t take a lot to wake him up. I also see him as a blanket stealer.

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