#and i cleaned the kitchen and the half bath for 2 and 1/2 hours last week

[tinytrashkid]

badger is currently asleep from weed downstairs. i wonder how many more cuts i can get away with tonight...

[nicktremblaywayfu]

The Goddess tied our fate (1/2)

Chapter 1 : One Merciful Night.

Author Note : Patient! Arthur needs more fics and i’m here bringing my smut series of him

Summary : Having an internship in this asylum was always giving you new experience. Your duty was simple, to take care of the patients, helping the nurse and doctors, sometimes taking notes for them. This particular patient named Arthur Harrow however, intrigued you. He was strange, bizzare, yet alluring. 

Rating : 18+ (Adults Only !)

Pairing : Arthur Harrow x F! Reader

Characters : Arthur Harrow, You (reader)

Warning : Slightly dubcon

Tags : Body possession, a hint of Ammit wanting the reader in THAT way, the reader is early 20s, Porn with semi-plot, Older man x Younger woman, age differences, height differences, power play, emotional manipulation, oral (male receiving), hair pulling, half-naked, using threats, porn with semi plot

Words : 2397

Available on Ao3 as well

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"Oh please, let me help you with that" It was the second time today he spilled his own decaf coffee. And right before he spilled it, "sand" murmured from his mouth. And he was always half conscious.

You cleaned the table, tidied it up again. He was still in sedative effect, making you wonder why they put him in such a state everyday. Almost, at the very least. There wasn't much on his table. Scribbled paper, markers, a rubber duck in doctor outfits, and coffee that he spilled. The rubber duck however, it was one of the most interesting out of those things.

"Once I had a dream, where I became a doctor and my patient was Khonshu's avatars. All of them are troubled and I was there to help." He told you his dream a week ago. He stated that the dream continued for the whole week, every night without fail.

You glanced at him, now already sleeping. There was a scales tattoo on his right arm, two crocodile heads holding the plate of the scales. You thought that he probably really liked Egyptian Enneads, as those gods were what he often told you about. Their story, how the Moon God abused him, how the Judgment Goddess saved him, and many more. You didn't exactly believe his story, yet there was a possibility. You saw the news 2 months ago, a pair of giant Gods fighting and two superheroes fighting bad guys on the screen. Strangely enough, you didn't see who they were fighting clearly. There was a glimpse of the main enemy, but the news focused on the gigantic Gods accidentally destroying the pyramid. Media blamed them for the destruction around, but that's all they can do. The gods have disappeared once again.

"What are you looking at?" The voice startled you, realizing you were drowned in your thoughts for minutes.

The voice however, there was something strange about it. A faint monstrous note can be heard for a second. You looked at the shoulder-length haired patient. Just minutes ago he was in deep sleep, now he glared at you sharply. Did they reduce his sedative dose ? There was no way a human could jump from unconsciousness this fast. Last time you were sedated, you needed hours to fully recover from the dizziness you got.

"Nothing, I was just thinking of some random things to entertain myself. I'll be back with a cup of water instead, alright? I'll put it in a bottle so you don't have to worry about spilling it." A smile was replied with a straight, sharp gaze from Arthur. Like he was plotting for revenge, but for whom exactly? You didn't do anything bad to him. Infact, you were mostly the one taking care of him. Hell you actually once bathed him, in which of course he gave you the permission.

He didn't answer, you politely step away to the kitchen, taking your necessity for him. As you returned, he was staring at nothing. You have no clue you should feel relieved or worried. No, he was not just staring at nothing. He was focusing, thinking of something. Perhaps having a conversation in his thoughts.

"Arthur, are you all right?" A soft pat on his shoulder startled him. Like he returned to himself, the sight of his tired old face was what you saw now. This was not the face you saw minutes ago, no. His mental note didn't state any sign of DID, and the way he acted was more like possessed.

"I'm fine." a soft stroke on your hand caught you off-guard. His hands were rough, but comfortable enough to touch. You quickly pulled your hand, not wanting to make other nurses or patients suspicious of you. 

He gave you a smirk, then returned to his gaze of nothing again. You took a look at the clock, 8 pm. For some people, that was an early hour to sleep but for Arthur, he needed 12 hours of sleep every night. Which already include him having episodes of randomly screaming in agony, sobbing in sadness, or once he even destroyed his own room with bare hands. Bed was flipped, the table was thrown. Shards of glass and his bloody footprints had become the floor carpets. He shouted to the guards and nurses, but the way he spoke was nothing human. He even bellowed like a real crocodile. The growls were way too authentic even for the most talented voice actors.

"It's bedtime Arthur." Your words were short, taking him in his wheelchair to his ward.

"Evening, hmph. The time where everything could happen. I hope she had mercy on me tonight." He let out a velvety chuckle.

She ? Was he talking about the doctor ? a nurse ? But you were the only one taking care of him these days, other than doctors having therapy sessions with him. No nurses or other internship staff were brave enough to be near Arthur. There was one, yet she was relieved knowing that you took her work on him.  No words coming out from your mouth, as you sided with silence.

Arriving at his room, darkness was the only one greeting you both. Lamp was turned on as you prepared the bed and helped the old man get up from his wheelchair. He was kinda limp, but way better than hours ago. He sat on the bed, looking at you to put his wheelchair in the corner of the room and opening the window to let in the breeze. You gave him his meds based on the prescription, and made sure he was comfortable enough as well adjusting the light for him to sleep. 

"I'll be here until 9 pm if you need anything. Well, to be fair, I was supposed to leave the room immediately after this but they gave me a permit. Just in case.." You weren't sure about continuing your sentence, which he already took a note of.

He just nodded, smirked before he slumped onto the bed. You pulled out your phone to kill time. Phone wasn't actually allowed in the patient room for safety and privacy, yet you managed to smuggle it inside your underwear.  5 minutes before the clock hit 9 pm, Arthur awoke from his sleep. Actually, he didn't sleep at all.

"He hasn't slept since you were here." The similar, monstrous voice emitted from his mouth. You froze in your place, weren't daring enough to look at what sat in front of you. The room was dark, the moon only shone on his lower body.

"He was lonely here. I am a goddess, he is a mortal. A mortal needs another mortal companion. That's how the law of nature goes." Your thumb stopped from mindless scrolling on social media.

"Entertain him, mortal. After all, you were the one responsible for his well-being."

 "How..do I entertain him?"

"By giving him what he needs, mortal." A deep, husky chuckles were heard in the room.

"I gave him food. I gave him drink, I gave him everything- who are you?!" You put your phone away, stood up and walked towards Arthur, which seemed to be possessed by something else. 

"I am his goddess. And you will obey me, do what I said and I will give this flesh prison a mercy for tonight." You gulped, you were facing a possibly supernatural thing. You could tell the guards or the doctor, yet you do not wish to make it worse for Arthur.

 "Don't you wanna enjoy his body? To give him a pleasure you desired. I can feel it whenever you are around him. You were always there when everyone gave up." 

"No i- I can't just do that thing here ! That's just straight unethical, He wasn't even conscious of consent. " Your voice was firm, making whatever controlling Arthur disappointed.

"Whatever he feels, I feel it. I remember that night he was battling his thought of your naked body on him, bouncing on his dick while him grasping on your breast. Oh he was drooling with the dirty thought, it was a very mortal need yet here i am. Whenever he suffered, I suffered. '' You have no clue what to feel with the very specific statement of the goddess, yet you weren't really mad. 

You admitted to yourself that you too had dirty thoughts about him especially when you saw his body. Thick pecs with round stomach, a dreamy dad body type. His arms still show strength as well his veins showing. You just sighed, words losing from your thoughts. How in hell you would have sex with a patient you were responsible for?

“It didn’t have to be exactly what he thought, right? All I need to do is satisfy his lust, is that true ?” You bargained with this goddess creature inside him.

“That would depend on the result.” The answer wasn't exactly what you wanted, but you got no choice. 

You peeked outside of the room, then locked it twice. You unbutton your shirt, taking off your bra. Now you were half naked in front of Arthur and his goddess inside.You kneeled in front of Arthur, unzipping his pants and stripping it off. That Goddess was right, right in front you was revealed an erection throbbing veiny cock. Pre cum even already dripping from the tip. You took it for a foreplay first, licking the shaft slowly from the base to the tip. Arthur growled, his voice sounded like a bellowing crocodile.

“I shall leave this pleasure to him. After all, he was the one who needed it.” In a blink of an eye, Arthur flinched like he just woke up from a lucid dream. He looked around, then at what lies in front of him.

“It wasn’t.. a dream ?” He cupped your cheek with one of his palms. His voice was rough, but not monstrous. 

“Your goddess told me to.” You could tell he had mixed feelings about this. The embarrassment if they found out was beyond imagination.

“I can stop if you want to. I do not wish to force you in this-”

“No. Please continue.” You just nodded, continuing giving his cock a taste of your saliva. 

Now You continued on lapping, sucking his throbbing cock. Your tongue was so wet, he could clearly feel it. His legs shook slightly as you put his cock deeper to your throat. You were now sucking, bobbing up and down on his cock slowly. When you did so, he grabbed onto your hair. His hands were warm, but not painful. Quite pleasant, indeed. Head thrown to the back, He groaned in pleasure.

You continued doing this for a while, till you felt his cock getting heavy. He had already been hard from the beginning, but now his head started throbbing.

“Oh my goddess,...please..” His eyes pleaded you, wanting more of you

You stopped for a second, looking into his eyes. They were filled with regret mixed with desire for you. Without saying a word, you moved back to your spot and resumed your work. Arthur moaned, but you were barely hearing his voice, your ears were filled with the sound of his breathing.

This was wrong, so wrong. What are you doing? Pleasure battling with regret, yet you have no intention to stop. You have enjoyed the job his goddess gave to you. Your tongue wrapped around his tip, catching Him off guard. You took the whole length of him, feeling his muscles tighten.

“Do you really think I’m worthy of this treatment?” He asked with his hoarse voice, trying to suppress the sounds he was releasing from himself.

“Of course.” Parting from his cock making a string of saliva, you replied.

“Hmmh. I am nothing but a failure. I deserved to rot here." He suddenly flinched, like something hitting him from the back.

"Isn't that the truth, My goddess? Here you are giving someone to satisfy my pleasure of sin." He stroked your hair softly, gazing at you soaked up with your own drool.

"I don't know what to say about that. I have no idea about you and your goddess." You were honest. This was the first time she directly had a conversation with you.

"Then we shall continue what we have started."

You nodded, putting his cock inside your mouth again. The way you gagged as it reached your throat making him moan. He grasped onto your hair, needing something to hold. You moved your head, tongue massaging his shaft while his tip continuously hitting the entrance of your throat.

Arthur was holding back the urge of coming. He closed his eyes tightly, clenching his fists so hard his knuckles turned snowy white. He opened his eyes a little, just enough to look at you and noticed your swollen lips around his erection. It was too late though, he couldn’t hold himself anymore. He roughly moved your head like a toy of pleasure. His breaths became uncontrollable, heavy, and husky. You were choked on his cock, unable to breathe. At last, he gave a final thrust. He spilled right into your throat, then pulled out. You bit your bottom lip and tried to swallow him completely. You were in a mess, an enjoyable sight.

You wiped his cum left on the side of your mouth, as well the drools streamed onto your bare breast.

"Let me help you with that." Arthur stood then took some tissue to clean you up. He stopped for seconds, looking at your eyes under the moonlight shine.

"What is it?"

"No. Nothing." His answers were unusually short. He helped you dress again, as well he tidied up his clothes. It seemed like whatever happened, didn't happen. No evidence, no witness but the goddess herself and both of you.

He came closer to you and hugged you tightly, resting his head against yours.

"Thank you. For helping me out."

"Anything for you as long as you would be spared from misery." You closed your eyes and returned his hug. Clock showing that you were half-hour late from the time limit, you told him that you will return tomorrow morning for his breakfast and check up with the doctor.  Just as you're about to head out, a familiar voice once again can be heard.

"I expected you to return tomorrow night, if you wanted him to have another peaceful night.”

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[now-we-say-c0ral]

May 19, 2023

Woke up at around 5:30am to Eddie's alarm. Cuddled a bit before he set off to go to work. Woke up again around 10am and won today's Wordle.

I went to the kitchen and made myself breakfast. Made 2 fried sunny-side-up eggs, ate 2 croissant with some protein Nutella and ate 1 banana. It wasn't a filling breakfast but it did the job. I tried to smoke the last cigar that Eddie had left me. I hadn't smoked in years but he had the blue Marlboro and I used to light it up a lot when I was younger (it's so weird to say the phrase 'when I was younger' considering I'm turning 28 this year but I felt like time hasn't really moved that fast) and I coughed on the first two puffs but the rest came in naturally. I kind of missed it? I cleaned the house a bit before going up and watching Sex/Life Season 2.

I called the family a bit then showered then went to the gym. I cycled all the way again and it's such a lovely day to go out and feel the wind breeze through your face and the sun's gleam was just lovely. I didn't feel like I was being burned. I did back and chest in the gym today.

Eddie asked if we could cancel pasta night tonight and do it tomorrow because his friends wanted him to come and have a hotpot afterwork. He told me he didn't want to come but Farrah wouldn't come without him and that I'd been looking forward for pasta night and he didn't want to disappoint him. He's so weird sometimes like I feel like he's afraid, like always afraid, to ask permission because he'd think that I wont approve or that I'd sulk because he'd choose his friends and not me. I told him a hundred times that he can always go to his friends but I just don't want him to forget to spend some time with me too. He has spent some time with me during these past couple of days and I just think it's funny and at the same time weird that he's afraid to disappoint me. We have to talk about this again. I told him to PLEASE GO because: 1. I know he wants to and 2. I'm fine with him going. I don't want to be the strict, toxic boyfriend in the relationship. He was a person with friends before he met me and I don't see why he can't be the same, but when he does, I would expect him to give me some time too. If that makes sense? After gym I went to the asian store and bought some goods for a potential breakfast tomorrow. I cycled my way back home because I was excited to eat the roast chicken that I had bought and the protein shake that was delivered this morning.

Got home and made the protein shake, ate half of the whole chicken, ate the freebie which was the protein cookie, and had the paper seaweed thing that the asian store gave me as a freebie. My hunger today is insatiable like after all that I still feel hungry but wouldn't eat anymore because I didn't like what I was seeing in the mirror.

I continued to watch the series and I finished it in less than 7 hours. It was so engaging for me. Cooper Conolly was so hot. His sex appeal is so out there. Took a bath afterwards and played a bit of Pokemon Unite before calling it a night.

Me and my friends from Kingston are planning to have some hotpot tomorrow 8:30pm and though I'm literally hanging by my credit card right now I am not saying no because: 1. It's a hotpot and 2. I miss them. I can't wait to talk bullshit about the person we collectively don't like!

Today was a good day.

[harrison-abbott]

THE PINK MAN

The pink man clicked his fingers at me. I went over to this table.

 “Yes, sir?” I said.

 “We have a problem,” the pink man said. He was holding a fork.

 “What’s the issue, sir?”

 “That.”

 He nodded down. I didn’t understand and I blinked. He nodded, again, at his fork.

 “That,” he said. “It’s dirty.”

 “Oh, I’m so sorry, sir. The fork isn’t clean?”

 “No, it is not.”

 “Apologies about that,” I took the utensil off of him, “I hope you’re enjoying your starters at least?”

 He chewed his food. His family watched me. The family consisted of a boy and girl, in their teens, and a wife/woman, who was white haired and overweight, whom I’d never heard speak. The pink man was the only audibly verbal person. They were regulars at the restaurant.

 The offensive fork was now in my hand. I thought about plunging it into pink man’s neck. It would be so enjoyable. It was a mad, plush, lovely imagination, though only fleeting.

 “Okay well, let me know when you’re ready for your mains,” I said, and then left and went across the floor into the kitchen, where the chefs had ringed me to take more plates out.

 The chefs were remarkably calm people – lads, around my age (in their mid to late twenties) – despite having to work fourteen hour shifts. Some of them did seventy hours per week. Their tactics in their worklives was to do lots of practical jokes, talk about trivial stuff, chat about the waitresses who we fancied. There wasn’t much else to do.

 “The pink man,” I said to them, when I came into the kitchen, “is moaning again.”

 “Oh, he’s in. Again,” the head chef said, “what’s his problem this time?”

 “This fork is too dirty to use.”

 I showed them the fork. They shrugged. The KP was this twitchy guy who stayed in the corner by his dishwasher; he always made weird noises, like he was a bird or a cat. He didn’t give a shit about the fork, he just put it in his cutlery bucket.

 “Tell the pink man to go fuck himself,” the head chef said, and winked.

 “I’d like to.”

 I had to take other plates out to a different table. This was a Sunday. And a hundred people every Sunday ordered roasts, you know, classic Sunday roasts with chicken and beef and gravy and peas on so on.

 Weirdly, a lot of them never finished the chickens. There were all of these dead beheaded chickens in the oven and the chefs cut those in half once they were cooked and then hunk it on a plate with a bath of gravy and co. Barely anybody ever ate a full roast plate and you should have seen how much waste just went into the food bin in the kitchen. The flayed bodies of birds.

 Lots of people liked the smell but I hated it.

 Once back on the floor, I passed the pink man and his family. We called him pink man because, 1. We didn’t know his first name, and, 2. He always wore this pink shirt, which seemed to accentuate his already-pink neck: he forever looked drunk and coloured in the face, with high blood pressure or whatnot.

 Widely renowned, this man was, for being rude to the workers in the restaurant. Not just me.

 I wondered if he’d ever had to work a minimum wage job in his life. Whether he’d ever once been young and poor. Or if he’d had a job in hospitality. Maybe he had – and remembered what it was like – and resented us because of those bad memories. Or, perhaps he hadn’t, and saw himself as financially superior. That ‘posh arrogance’ or whatever you’d like to call it. Or, more realistically, the pink man only enjoyed being mean.

 Cos we couldn’t do anything back to him.

 Most of the people that dined in the restaurant weren’t mean; they were polite and complimentary and ate their food and left.

 As were the people that I served the plates to now. They smiled, and thanked me, and I left.

 It was around six o’clock – the rush hours had passed earlier in the afternoon and there weren’t that many people on the floor at this point.

 Because it had been so heavy earlier, we’d run out a lot of the roast meat. The chickens were aplenty but the pork had just ran out the last hour.

 I heard the waiter bell ding in the background. Meaning I had to go back to the kitchen. And, on the way, guess what?: the pink man clicked his fingers at me. His adolescent kids enjoyed gaping at me, it seemed.

 “How’s it going sir?” I said.

 “We’d like to order the mains.”

 “Brilliant, what would you like?”

 I took their orders. Or, rather, the pink man told me what his wife and kids would like to eat. His wife wanted some pork with her roast meal.

 “Ah, I regret to say, sir, that we don’t have any pork any longer.”

 “Huh?”

 “I’m very sorry but we’ve ran out of pork. But there is still beef and chicken, still. And some lamb, if you’d like?”

 He tutted. And turned to his woman and said, “Is that okay with you?”

 She gave him a thumbs up. Her necklaces glinted and she had these maroon-painted nails and was usually more drunk than pink man was. I took down the details from him (as he kept chewing the remains of his starters) and left.

 Fifteen minutes later I was called into the kitchen to take four roast plates out to pink man’s family. I wasn’t a good enough waiter to carry four plates at once. So I did two at a time. The first two I gave to him and the wife, and then I went back to get the other ones. When I returned the second time, pink man was scowling at me. Properly wrathful. And his skin colour had deepened to red.

 “Are you joking me!” he said.

 “What’s the matter sir?”

 He was holding a knife this time. A butter knife.

 “Are you the one that cleans the dishes?” he said.

 “No.”

 “Who is it, then?”

 “Well, one of my colleagues in the kitchen.”

 “Look at that knife! Does that look clean to you?”

 It did. Look clean. But I didn’t say this to him. There was a whole load of things I did want to say, instead, but I clamped them down. I apologised. Again. And took the knife away and brought him a new knife. Knives are far more lethal utensils than forks and there were further wonderful visions of attacking this obnoxious man.

 Elsewhere, the other tables finished dining and vacated. I made a cup of coffee and drank it. I thought about how it was kinda self inflicted that I was working this shitty job. Minimum wage. I was 29, for fuck’s sake. What was I doing here? Laziness, I suppose. If I were 19 years old I wouldn’t have pictured myself being here ten years henceforth. It was my own fault … and similarly gloomy thoughts proliferated.

I wished I could just bail. Wished that my two degrees (I had an MA and an MSc degree) would help me get a better job. I longed for this shift to be over, and I had four more hours to go. And I knew that that table was still there.

 I wondered, when I saw pink man, what he did for a living. What his hobbies were, if he had any. Was he really a nice person to his significant others? Was there some horrible story of how he was abused my his father (verbally and in a disciplinary sense, I mean) when he was younger, which would explain the way he was?

 Snapping his thumb and middle finger at me didn’t make me feel like a dog. Cos most people like dogs and are friendly to them. Dogs are likeable cheery animals and you don’t get their attention to cause offense.

 “Would you like the desserts now?” I said to him.

 He was way into the wine. I got the dessert orders. They were sundae glasses, ice cream and berries and chocolate sauce and,

 “My wife would like some toffee sauce instead of chocolate. Do you still have toffee sauce?”

 “Uh hu.”

 “Sorry?”

 “Yeah.”

 “Yeah what?”

 “We still have toffee sauce.”

 “Why are you being rude?”

 “I am not.”

 “You don’t speak to customers like that.”

 “Didn’t mean anything by it. I’ll get your sundaes for you.”

 I didn’t care anymore.

 If you were to put this man into a military zone. A war zone, I mean: drop him off in a helicopter in Yemen, or the Sudan, or Syria, or even Ukraine (the one that Westerners seem to care about) … if you could pop him randomly in such a place, would he act the same way? How long would he last? Or, if you were to fly him out to Alaska or the Antarctica, drop him on the tundra, would his ego remain intact?

 He must’ve been in his fifties. I was 29, and still on minimum wage. But I also knew that I wouldn’t be a cunt if I ever got past mu 50th birthday.

 I went into the kitchen for the desserts. The KP was the person that made the desserts – it was his job as well as the dishes.

 He was an interesting young man who would ask you conversational questions and he found eye contact hard and was insanely shy but you liked him and he was studied and underemployed as well and he was actually a total belter of a KP – he never put in a bad shift.

 “Is this for pink man’s table?” he asked.

 “Yeah.”

 “They complained about my ice cream the other week.”

 “What was wrong with the ice cream?”

 “They said it was ‘too melted’. It’d melted too much and was all liquidy.”

 I laughed.

 He finished making the sundaes. They looked glorious. Could belong on a billboard advert.

 I carried them out unto the colosseum. Using the same tactic as before – to give to the adults before the kids, two at a time, scared that I might drop something. Was full of hate and despondency, despite how much I loved the colleagues.

 Unto the floor. I saw pink man’s head. He didn’t do the fingers this time – only pointed at his empty glass. He wanted another drink.

 I picked up the speed as I crossed to the table. Then I pretended that there was something under my foot. Some object was under my boot. That snagged my gait. And it hit me and then I pretended to fall over.

 And I aimed one of the sundae glasses at the pink man. During the fall. Projected all the sugary junk at him.

 It went all over his cheeks.

 At the same time I dropped the other glass. Because I didn’t want to hit the kids or the woman. Only him. And that glass rolled away.

 The glass that I’d flung at him landed the right side of me and it didn’t smash. (Which I regret. I wish it would’ve smashed.)

 I thought I did an okay thespian. The clumsy waiter.

 “Oh, jeepers,” I said, standing up. And I addressed pink man. The cream and sauce and berries were all over his skull and his shirt and the content sluiced down towards his jeans. He sat. Stunned.

 “Oh no,” his wife said.

 “Dad, are you okay?” his daughter said.

 “What’d you do that for?” his son said, looking at me.

 “I didn’t mean it,” I said.

 And I laughed.

 I could not help it. Just smirked. You know when you ejaculate some laughter and it infects you. And you can’t override the avalanche.

 “I’ll run into the kitchen and get you some hankies.”

 I left.

 Never saw the pink man’s family again after that night. They never came back. They put in a complaint against me. I got fired.

 But, it’s one of my finest moments. Non violent revenge. Finest form of vengeance.

[tojisveryown]

𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐦𝐞𝐧

synopsis: self explanatory :) warnings: none notes: domestic sukuna deserves a whole separate fic if we’re being honest & I'll probably write abt it soon (「๑•₃•)「

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𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧

✧ Sukuna is the type of husband to always have everything picture perfect. Never, and I mean never, does he let any mess pile up. Either he'll clean it up or have one of his curse minions do it. While you're at work Sukuna often cleans whenever he finds the time to do so, usually he has to clean up due to all the shit he tries to do in the kitchen. Always looking for a new dish to serve you he ends up shattering a plate or two. He ends up getting stressed, because he wants this dish, or well every dish to be perfect since he is serving it to you. His cursed minions offer to go to the store and get new plates and or ingredients he ran out of or needed. The first time you met his cursed minions, dinner was very awkward. Not that you weren't used to these things, I mean you married Sukuna after all, but you found the cursed minions to appear rather disturbing especially since they kept watch over the two of you during dinner in case anything went wrong. Sukuna then later altered their bodies so they were small and cute. He doesn't show you this side very often but he is super fond of them, he'll always make sure they get the best meals as well along with head pats and lots of treats.

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

✧ Getou is the type of husband that all your friends secretly have a major crush on. Usually you'd be offended at how more than half your coworkers were able to openly simp for your husband, however the way their faces drop in annoyance whenever flowers come in satisfies you enough. They know Getou sent you those flowers, and they know he'll be here later today to either drop you off homemade lunch or pick you up. They're head over heals for this man, for your man. On the days you came home late due to extra hours the bath was always ready for you, and the dinner Getou made was stored neatly in the fridge ready for your arrival. The cleaned house you came home to wouldn't have ever been complete without your husband along with your kids. Getou had told you about the two girls he so badly wanted to adopt, of course you supported him and let the both of the lovely girls in with open arms. Your family and life wouldn't be complete without them. You considered them as your own, and Getou was so happy that you were so accepting of them. This led to him and your daughters always baking a special cake every 5th of the month, since that was the day they got adopted.

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

✧ Gojo is the type of husband that would spoil you. He'd always give you a massage even if you didn't need one and he'd give you the best hugs. Every time you come home he'll always be in one of those "Kiss the chef" aprons. He cannot cook for shit. The last time you had a sit down dinner with the food he had prepared for the both of you, you ended up calling in sick the next day because half the things he used were expired. However he still likes the apron. He'll sometimes surprise you with a new wardrobe, or maybe some new jewelry, or even some new shoes. Gojo loves you and he'll literally spend all his money on you if it made you happy enough. He's the type to break things while cleaning. The last time cleaned was also his first time. I mean could you really blame him? He was basically raised like royalty, he's never had to move a finger until he met you.

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

✧ Nanami is the average stay at home husband. You practically had to beg him to retire from how much he overworked himself. He spends his time reading books that have been sitting in his shelf for the longest. Nanami often has Itadori over and they end up watching old films. When Itadori does come over he always helps out with making dinner. Nanami's food is delicious, but it tastes even better when Itadori helps out. The three of you are like a happy little family. When Itadori doesn't come over you'd usually catch Nanami taking care of his plants. He'll usually be watering them or even changing their pots. Overall Nanami is the average and well rounded house husband.

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

✧ Toji is the perfect house husband. His cooking is amazing, he knows how to clean, he's good at maintaining a clean and organized house, and he's hot. You'll often find Toji reorganizing your closet if it's messy from you picking out an outfit "Stupid Y/N" is the phrase he says before letting out a small laugh while putting your clothes back where they belong. Toji always wakes up early to greet you good morning, he makes sure there's always enough time for him to make you and Megumi breakfast and lunch. While you and Megumi are at school he might even go shopping and get you guy's a pair of matching shoes and floral button downs for those corny family vacation pictures. He loves you and Megumi very much and he'll always try to provide for the both of you no matter what it takes. Overall 100/10, not bias at all

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

✧ Choso is the almost perfect house husband. He tries his hardest to give you everything he can, but he is still new to this whole marriage thing. He loves you, he really does. While looking for a hobby to pick up Choso realized that he loves baking, more so he loves decorating cookies. His decorations will spell out "I love you" with each cookie being one letter. He also draws two stick figures and says it's the two of you. Obviously he'll draw his brothers, and will be ecstatic about it when you come home. "Look Y/N, I made you some cookies. I hope you enjoy them mi amor." He'll always give you hugs from behind and rock you back and fourth while kissing the top of you head. He'll most likely forget to clean up though.

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© 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫

[bellesowl]

kiss and make up

- multiple characters 

⤷ atsumu, sakusa

genre: (an attempt at) angst to fluff ; established relationship, timeskip 

synopsis: in which you have an almost relationship-ending argument

word count: 2.1k total - about 1k each

warnings: fighting (obv), being called a burden, the boys are kinda mean but they make up for it i swear

- a/n: tbh i was kinda getting sick of writing just fluff so i wanted to spice it up a lil! if this sucks i’m probably going to stick to fluff fics but i think it should be fine? this one also only has 2 characs cause idk how i would be at writing angst LMAO if this does well enough i’ll post the one i have written w kuroo and iwa <3 but i feel like this kinda sucks so oh well

- thank u @kybabi for beta-ing <3

- miya atsumu

you n atsumu have been together since high school which is why you’ve always been inseparable

you went to the same college & moved in together right after, but once he got his job with the jackals, he insisted that you didn’t work and focused on getting your master’s degree

you reluctantly agreed, if only to be able finish & earn your phd soon after

because atsumu is always busy, it’s kinda become commonplace for you to do the chores around the house- like doing the laundry or washing the dishes or cooking dinner for him

but it’s gotten to the point where he expects it

atsumu sighs, unlocking the door to your shared apartment. today’s practice was rough, it was a day of hard conditioning and bad sets and he wanted nothing more than a good meal and to cuddle. the first thing he noticed when he walked in was the mess. instant ramen bowls were scattered everywhere, empty coke cans and dirty napkins were all over the floor, and there you were, in the eye of the hurricane. the second thing he noticed was that there was no homecooked meal.

surprised, he walks into the dining room to see you, furiously typing away at your laptop with four different books surrounding you. you hear his footsteps and look up.

“hey baby! how was practice?” you ask with a smile

atsumu grunts in reply and gestures toward the kitchen, “so.. what’s for dinner babe?”

your eyes widen, “oh shoot! i’m sorry, i was so busy studying for this final that i forgot to cook. do you mind-“ you stop when you see him roll his eyes and head out.

“um, where are you going? you just got home?” you ask, following him.

“out. i have to get food somehow” he replies, “especially because my useless s/o can’t cook a goddamn meal for me” he mutters under his breath

you stop in shock because did he really just say that?

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i heard you right.” you start but he interrupts you

“i said, i have to go get food because someone is too busy to cook a goddamn meal. what do you even do anyways- well, besides spend my money? the least you can do is cook for me, god.” he finally turns to look at you but he feels his heart stop at the look on your face.

not wanting to escalate the situation any further, you try to calm him down, “tsum, hey, i’m sorry i forgot to cook okay? this is my last final before the year ends and i just can’t afford to fail it, so i’ve been studying all day. if you come back to the kitchen, i’ll make you something, okay?”

“i don’t want to eat your half assed attempt at a meal, y/n. the whole point is that you couldn’t get off your ass for an hour to cook when i make the money, i paid for the apartment, hell, i’m even paying for your school! is it really too much to ask for you to stop being such a burden and cook and clean everyday?” he fumed.

you gape at him, shocked that he would even say that. to hell with not escalating things

“at least i want to do something more with my life than hit balls around and retire at 35” you hiss, “and i do everything in this house! i do the laundry, i clean the bathroom, i cook - i do all the things you refuse to. and do i complain? no. i offered to get a job but you refused.”

you turn around to grab your laptop and your textbooks, “just- just do whatever the hell you want to, atsumu.” and with that you walk out the door.

atsumu’s heart drops when he realizes that you actually left. sure, you’ve had arguments here and there, but you’ve never left. he pulls out his phone to call you when he sees you’ve left yours on the counter. knowing there’s nothing to do but wait at this point, he begins to clean up and calls osamu over.

-

it’s already 3 am when you walk back into your apartment, and you blink multiple times when you open the door. it’s ... clean? you’re sure it was a mess when you left, so how would it be clean? you sigh, too tired to think about it more and walk into the kitchen. your eyes widen at the sight. not only is your favorite food on the stove, but there your boyfriend is, asleep on the dining table. you smile slightly, well that explains things.

“ ‘’mu, hey, wake up babe.” you kiss him lightly and shake him.

he grunts and sits up, “baby! i’m so so sorry for what i said. you are in no way, shape, or form a burden, i have no clue why i said that. today’s practice was just really tiring, but i know i shouldn’t have taken it out on you. just please-” he sighs, “just please don’t leave me again.”

your heart breaks your teary eyed boyfriend. “shh, of course baby. i’ll never leave you again okay?” you say, tugging on his arm, “cmon babe, let’s go to bed, okay?”

“mm okay my love.” he replies and practically pulls you into bed. “i love you, okay?”

“i love you too baby.” you reply

“to the moon and back?” he asks

“yeah, and to infinity and beyond.” you reply, your lack of sleep hitting you hard

“oh, i didn’t know i was dating buzz lightyear”

you let out a loud laugh and just like that you both fall into the same routine, love radiating off both of you in waves.

- sakusa kiyoomi

dating sakusa was,, challenging

it definitely took him a while to get comfortable with you

so you guys have been dating for a couple years now, and at this point he’s def clingy

however there still moments when he reverts to his old self

this just happened to be one of those times

“OUT! AND JUST LIKE THAT, EJP RAIJIN TAKES THE WIN AGAINST THE BLACK JACKALS!”

the stadium is silent before the ejp cheering section erupts in cheers. you stay silent, watching your team below. you watch as sakusa stills, still in disbelief. you make your way down, practically sprinting to your boyfriend.

he sees you on the sideline and makes his way over to you. you put on your biggest smile and attempt to make him feel better.

“you did great, kiyo! you’ll get them next time, yeah?” you beam, knowing how hard he’s been training to beat his cousin

he eyes you warily, not knowing what to say.

usually, sakusa gets pretty clingy after games, so you you move to give him a hug.

“don’t touch me” he barked, jerking away from you. “if you hadn’t been distracting me, we would’ve won.”

you stare at him, refusing to let the tears flow. you both turn when you hear a certain setter yelling at the opposing middle and you sigh.

“um, okay then. i’ll see you at home, yeah?” you ask

sakusa merely nods and makes his way over to his teammates. you look around to see if anyone saw what just happened and you lock eyes with your boyfriend’s cousin, who walks over.

“congrats on the win komori! you guys did so well!” you cheered

“thanks, y/n! and i’m sorry about kiyoomi. i’m sure you know he gets that way sometimes.” he explains

you smile and shake your head, saying that you’re used to it and you both bid your farewells. as you walk out of the stadium, you think back to how your boyfriend, the one person you loved with everything you had in you, utterly embarrassed you in front of his whole team. before you know it, silent tears start streaming down your face. 

you enter your home and immediately rush to the bathroom. you draw yourself a bath and make some dinner while waiting. you assume that kiyoomi wouldn’t be home to have dinner with you anyways- and now that you think about it, you can’t remember the last time you had dinner together. after you finish your bath and eat your dinner, you decide to wait up for boyfriend and watch a couple episodes of your favorite show to pass the time. 

-

kiyoomi walks into his apartment at around 1 am, completely and utterly exhausted. he kicks his shoes off and drops his bag on the floor. The rustling rouses you from sleep and you sit up.

“hey kiyo” you say with a yawn, “where’ve you been all night?” 

sakusa ignores you in favor of getting ready for bed and you frown when he brushes past you. 

“kiyo, babe, what’s wrong? you’ve been ignoring me all night and i-” you start but he interrupts you before you can finish. 

“god, just shut up, y/n. can’t you tell i don’t want to talk to you right now? i’ve already had the worst day, i don’t need you making it any worse.” he snaps

"kiyoomi, look, i understand you’re upset but you shouldn’t take it out on me.” you reason, reaching out towards him, “listen, i’m here if you wanna-” 

“i said, do not touch me.” he seethes. “you are so fucking clingy y/n, lord, let me breathe a little.”

with those words, you explode. “you know what, sakusa,” he flinches when he hears his last name come out of your mouth, “i think i have the right to want to spend some time with my boyfriend! i haven’t seen you in god knows how long- you leave before i wake up and i fall asleep in an empty bed. i’ve been working my ass off to get some time off to watch your stupid volleyball game and what do you do? you embarrass me in front of your whole team!”

you sigh, wiping away the tears that continue that continue to fall. “listen, i don’t want to fight right now. i’m going to go stay at a friend’s house for the night, alright? i’ll see you tomorrow” you say, grabbing your purse. “if you’re even home tomorrow,” you add under your breath.

sakusa is in shock. the moment he saw your tears start to spill, he felt an undeniable and unrelenting ache in his chest that only seemed to grow with every work that came out of your mouth. and when the door shut? sakusa fell on his knees, his heart dropping. he truly couldn’t believe he said that to you. now all he had to do was wait till you got home.

-

2:38 pm - you check the time on your phone before pulling out your keys. you hope you made the right move, choosing to come back home while kiyoomi was still at practice. you open the door and the sight causes your eyes to widen.

there, on the couch with your favorite flowers in hand, is your boyfriend. he hears the door open and stands up abruptly.

“y/n, my love, i am so sorry. i truly cannot express how horrible i feel, and i cannot begin to understand how you feel.” he takes a deep breath, seemingly holding back tears. “i- i do love you. i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. i know i’m not the best at expressing it, but you mean the world to me- no, you are my world. without you, i don’t know what i would do. so please-” his voice cracks, “just, please give me another chance?”

you run towards your boyfriend, practically tackling him. “kiyo, baby, of course. i love you too, you know? you just can’t do that anymore, yeah? you shouldn’t feel like you have the right to embarrass me just because you had a bad day. and please, don’t call me clingy? i know i do stick to you like glue sometimes, but that’s just because i never see you anymore.” you reply.

“that will all change, darling.” he answers sincerely, “i’ll make more time for you, i swear. in fact, i’ll take the week off, how does that sound?” at the sight of your smile, he relaxes.

“that sounds wonderful, yoomi.” you answer

sakusa feels the weight that’s been dragging him down lift and he realizes the effect you have on him- you’re his breath of fresh air. he also realizes how utterly idiotic it was to push away the one person who could make him feel better.

it’s fine, he reasons, he’ll just never make that mistake again. he swears it.

[leossmoonn]

One Day at A Time

masterlist

pairing - lip gallagher x fem!reader

type - angst, fluff

note / request - “Hi, I love your Shameless imagines! And I was wondering if you could write something for Lip Gallagher x Reader having a baby and struggling with their new life ❤️” alright so i named the baby fred bc thats lip’s baby’s name already lol also you and lip live in the house that lip wanted to buy for tammy. enjoy!

summary - you and lip struggle to raise a baby and survive 

warning / includes - language, fighting, alcohol, smoking, but fluffy ending

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*gif isn’t mine*

“Lip!” You shouted. 

Your boyfriend ran into the room frantically. “What’s wrong?” 

“I need you to get me more baby wipes. Freddy took a big shit,” you instructed. 

Lip nodded, going to the table where you kept the baby wipes. He gave you the whole packet only for you to yell at him.

“Hand me them! I have to hold Freddy down so we doesn’t roll off,” you said.

“Sorry, Jesus,” Lip muttered, handing you baby wipes each time you put your hand out. 

You successfully cleaned your baby’s bottom and but on a new, fresh diaper. You picked Freddy and went downstairs with him. You set Freddy down in his high-chair, going over to the cabinet to get Freddy’s baby food. 

“Are you um, are you going into work today?” Lip asked.

“Yeah, are you?” You asked. 

“Yeah, I am,” Lip said. 

You frowned, turning around and putting a hand on your hip. “You can’t. Someone has to watch Freddy.”

“Debbie can watch Freddy,” Lip said. 

You scoffed, “She's never here. And before you say V and Kev, they’ve already helped us enough the past few months. They’re busy with their own kids.”

“Well, I need to go into work. We need the money,” Lip said. 

“Yeah, and I need to go to work or I’m gonna get fired!” You exclaimed. You began feeding Freddy, your mood lightening a little once you saw the little guy’s face. 

“What about working tomorrow? I thought that was our schedule,” Lip asked. 

“It was, but one, I’m well overdue on maternity leave and two, my boss doesn’t care about my personal life. She doesn’t care that we are struggling to raise a child,” you explained. 

Lip opened his mouth to suggest something, but nothing came out. He looked at you helplessly. 

“Here, why don’t you work for a few hours and I’ll watch Freddy in the morning, then you come back home at lunch and I’ll go and work for the afternoon,” you said. 

Lip nodded. “Yeah, that works.”

“Alright, good,” you said. You turned your attention back to the baby, feeding him the rest of his breakfast. Meanwhile, Lip went to shower and get ready to go to work. He came downstairs, coming over to bid you and Freddy goodbye. 

“I’ll see you later. I love you,” Lip said, giving you a hug and a kiss on the forehead. 

Even though you were mad at him earlier, you melted into his arms immediately. You hugged him back tightly, burying your head in the crook of his neck. 

“Hm, I love you, too,” you said, breathing in his scent. 

Lip couldn’t help but smile at your actions. He pulled away after a few moments, walking over to Freddy. 

“I love you, too, buddy,” Lip cooed, kissing Freddy on the cheek, making the baby giggle. 

You smiled at the scene, enjoying seeing Lip interact with Freddy. 

“Bye,” Lip called out before leaving. 

“Bye!” You exclaimed, watching him leave. 

You let out a long sigh, leaning back against the fridge. You looked at Freddy, who was clapping his hands on his high-chair table. You laughed a little.

“You’re so silly,” you said, going over to him and picking him up. 

“Do you want to go to the store with me?” You talked to Freddy, bouncing him up and down while walking across the room. 

Freddy make a little squeak and you smiled. “Yeah, I know you want go to the store with me. I’m gonna shower and get ready, you stay in the crib, okay? I’ll be out in 10 minutes,” you said, going up to the nursery and setting Freddy down  gently. 

You went into the bathroom, taking a quick shower and brushing your teeth. You went back in your room and got dressed into a pair of mom jeans, a dark-purple, buttoned-up shirt and put a grey sweater over it, taking the collar of your shirt and folding it on the collar of your sweater. You then returned to Freddy’s room. You saw him on his back, sucking in his thumb. You smiled and picked him up, quietly going down the stairs. You set him in his high-chair again, getting your coat, purse, and your shoes. You also got Freddy’s little coat and hat to keep him warm in the cold winter of Chicago. 

You went out to your car, buckling Freddy into his carseat. You then went to the supermarket, putting Freddy in the front of the cart. You picked out fruit, vegetables, and salad mix. You got 2 gallons of milk, new coffee creamer, and cereal. You bought a few warm-up dinner packs and hamburger meat, going to the freezer isle and getting ice cream. You then went to the snack isle. 

“What should we get, Freddy?” You asked, looking at the pop tarts. 

Freddy pointed to the birthday cake-flavoured pop tarts. 

“Good choice, baby,” you smiled, grabbing the pop tarts. You then grabbed a few packs of chips and gum, going over to check out.

“Cute baby,” the girl at the register said. 

You looked up from putting the groceries on the table. You looked at her name tag and smiled. 

“Thank you, Stacy,” you said. “How old is he?” Stacy asked. 

“Almost 2 months,” you said. 

“Awe, so cute. I just found out I’m pregnant,” Stacy said. 

“Oh, really. Congrats,” you smiled. “Yeah, my boyfriend and I are happy,” Stacy smiled, putting her hand on her stomach. 

She rang your groceries up. “It’ll be $103.98.”

You nodded and took your card out and a few coupons you and Lip had collected in the past month. 

“Alright, with these coupons, your total is $80.56,” Stacey said.

“Great,” you smiled. You paid with your card, gathering the grocery bags. 

“Have a good day!” Stacy smiled. 

“Thank you, you too. Congrats again with the baby,” you gave her a kind smile. 

She thanked you as you walked out. You loaded the groceries into the car and put Freddy back in his carseat. You then drove back home, putting away the groceries while Freddy watched you in his high-chair. 

“Are you tired, baby? I’m tired,” you yawned. Freddy yawned right after you, making you chuckle. 

“Why don’t you take a nap and let Mommy clean the house, okay? It’s a fucking mess,” you muttered the curse words, looking around the house. Clothes and toys were everywhere. Plates were stacked in the sink and on the coffee table. The house needed to be vacuumed and wiped down very badly

You put Freddy down in his crib, turning on the baby monitor. You changed into a tank top and shorts and put your hair in a ponytail, going back downstairs to clean. 

You started with the dishes, washing and drying them off, putting them back in their cupboards. You then wiped down the kitchen counter, stove top, kitchen table, and coffee table. Next you decided to clean up all of the baby stuff that was on the floor. You put Freddy’s toys in the play bins you and Lip had bought and put Freddy’s clothes in the washing machine. You then vacuumed the living room carpet and swept the kitchen tiles, making yourself another cup of coffee. You were done in an hour and a half, taking a look at your work, smiling in satisfaction. Your house hadn’t been this clean since you and Lip had bought it. 

It was lunch time and you knew Lip would be coming home soon. You decided to make you and him lunch. You made chilli and salad, knowing that it would last you two for a few days. You changed back into your work uniform before grabbing yourself a bowl and sitting down, eating your lunch quickly before you had to go to work. 

15 minutes later, Lip had walked through the door. You got up to greet him. 

“Hey, babe. This smells good, what did you make?” Lip asked.  “Chilli and salad for lunch. You can have some,” you said. 

“Ah, nice,” Lip said. He gave you a kiss on the cheek, going over to the kitchen.  You frowned. He usually wasn’t this detached.

“How was work?” You asked. 

“Good,” Lip said, grabbing himself a bowl of chilli. “How was your day?”

“Good,” you said. “ I um… I cleaned the house and got groceries.”

“Oh, nice,” Lip said, sitting down. 

"Are you okay?” You asked. 

“Yeah, I’m just tired,” Lip said. 

“Um, okay,” you said. “Well, Freddy is upstairs taking a nap. He’s been asleep for about two hours, so he will probably wake up soon. The baby monitor is here. When he wakes up can you give him a bath? He’s a little stinky.”

“Sure,” Lip nodded. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to figure out why he was acting so off. 

“I gotta go to work. I'll see you later, okay?” You said. 

“Okay. Have fun,” Lip said.

You slammed the front door shut and walked to your car, letting out a long sigh. You wanted to ask why Lip was acting so distant, but you knew you had to go to work. You worked as a waitress at a local diner. You had been working there for the past 3 years. You hoped to be moving jobs to what you really wanted to do, which was cosmetics, but having a baby set you back a little. You were so thankful for Freddy, though, you didn’t regret having him one bit. It just sucked a lot. But you were good at your job. you were friendly to customers and co-workers, got the most tips, and never played around. You were your boss’s best waitress, despite you always having to change your shifts. 

You worked from 1 pm to 9, going back home tired, but happy you at least got a shift in. You drove home, looking forward to seeing Lip and Freddy, but once you got in the door, your excitement immediately diminished. 

Freddy was in his play pen and the person who was watching him wasn’t Lip. It was Carl. 

“Um, hey, Carl,” you frowned, setting your coat in the closet. 

Carl turned to you, a nervous smile on his face. “Hey, Y/n. How’re you?”

“Good, thanks. Where is Lip?” You asked, putting your hands on your hips. 

“He went out,” Carl answered. 

“To where?” You asked, your temper rising. “Um…. to the Alibi,” Carl said nervously. 

Your eyes blew wide. “What?! He went to the Alibi and left you to take care of our baby? No offense, Carl.”

“None taken,” Carl shrugged. 

“I…” you started to say. You put your fingers on your temples, rubbing in circles to try and ease the headache you were beginning to have. You were able to calm down a little. 

“Thank you for taking care of Freddy,” you said to Carl. 

“No problem. I love the little guy,” Carl smiled. 

You smiled back, grabbing your purse. “Here, let me pay you for watching him.”

“I would usually say yes to money, but I’ll say no this time. I like spending time with Freddy, he's my nephew, I like watching him,” Carl shrugged.

“Are you sure?” You asked, holding a 20 dollar bill. 

“Yeah, I am,” Carl smiled kindly. 

“Alright. Thank you. I’m going to find Lip. Do you mind staying until I come back?” You asked. 

“Nope. Can I have some of the chilli?” Carl asked. 

“Yeah, of course. Do you know how to change diapers and feed Freddy?” You asked. 

“Yeah, of course. I took care of Liam and Franny for Debbie sometimes,” Carl said. 

“Right, of course,” you chuckled. “Thanks, again. I’ll see you later.”

“See you,” Carl waved. 

You didn’t bother grabbing your coat, rushing out of the house to find Lip. You drove to the Alibi, parking haphazardly. You went in, anger surging through you as you saw Lip smoking and drinking his liver and lungs out. He was talking with Kermit and Tommy. 

“Lip!” You screamed, the whole room turning going quiet. 

“Oh, hey, Y/n!” Kev smiled. 

“Hey, Kev. Can I see Lip for a second?” You asked, clenching your jaw. 

Lip looked at you, his eyes dropping. “Hey, baby.” He walked up to you, a stoned smile on his face. 

You grabbed his hand, yanking him out to the alley behind the Alibi. 

“What's up?” Lip asked.

“You! That’s what’s up!” You exclaimed. 

“What do you mean?” Lip asked. 

“You fucking left Freddy alone!” You shouted. “I left him with Carl. He’s fine,” Lip shrugged. 

“Yeah, but you didn’t call me to say you were going to leave Freddy!” 

Lip glared at you. “I don’t need to call you. He’s my son.”

“He’s my son, too! I’m his mother. I need to know who he is with! What if Carl brought over Kelly and they started having sex on the couch where Freddy could see, huh? I don’t fucking want that!” 

Lip chuckled. “They wouldn’t do that. Carl and Kelly are broken up or whatever.”

You groaned. “That’s not the point! I’m tired and super stressed out. You could have let me know!” 

“I’m tired and stressed out, too!” Lip exclaimed.

“Oh, yeah, I bet you are. Getting fucking drunk and stoned,” you laughed sourly. 

“I’m not drunk, I had 2 sips of beer, and I worked!” Lip exclaimed. 

“Yeah? Well I worked, too! I worked until 9 at night. I should be home by then! And I was the one who cleaned the house and did the dishes and got the groceries, which by the way, you are fucking welcome!” You shouted. 

“I never asked you to do that,” Lip said. 

“i know, but I did it because we needed it. All I wanted was a thank you!” “Well I was tired and hungry when I got home,” Lip shrugged. 

You glared at him, tears clouding your vision. “You’re so full of shit, Lip. So full of fucking shit!” You screamed, pushing him back. He stumbled backwards and hit the brick wall gently. 

“What the fuck, Y/n?!” Lip yelled. 

“Don’t do that! You don’t have the right to question me!” You screamed back. 

Lip opened his mouth to yell back, but Veronica and Kevin came out. 

“Hey, you two stop it!” Veronica yelled. 

“Yeah, what’s going on?” Kevin asked. 

“She is yelling at me!” Lip pointed to you. 

“Yeah, cause you’re a fucking asshole!” You screamed, your voice hoarse and tears running down your face. 

“Oh, no,” Veronica muttered. She went over to you, wrapping her arms around you gently. “Let’s go inside and get you some tea, okay?”

You started to sob, leaning in to Veronica. Lip looked at you, his heart breaking at the sight of you so upset.  

“Kev, you take Lip home and get him cleaned up, okay? Make sure Freddy is fed and changed and put to bed, too,” Veronica instructed. 

Kevin nodded, putting his arm around Lip and went to Lip’s car. Veronica walked you inside, taking you to the back of the bar. She got you a beer and a hot cup of tea, placing them in front of you. 

“T-Thanks,” you sniffled. 

“Talk to me, baby,” Veronica said, sitting down next to you. 

“Lip left Freddy home alone with Carl. I’ve been so busy and tired today. I cleaned the whole house, got the groceries. I worked for fucking 8 hours. I just wanted a little ‘thank you’ from Lip. That’s all I wanted,” you cried. “God, I’m such a fucking crybaby.”

Veronica put her hand on your arm comfortingly. “No, honey, you’re not. I understand, don’t worry, and Lip should, too. Maybe you should calm down a little and then go back home and talk to him. Really talk, no shouting and pushing.”

You took a big sip of your beer and nodded. “Yeah, that’s a good plan.”

Veronica smiled. “Do you want anything to eat?”

“No, I’m fine,” you said. 

“You sure? We have some chocolate chip cookies,” Veronica smiled. 

“Hm, okay. I'll have a few,” you smiled. 

“Great!” Veronica squealed. She went away for a few moments, coming back with a container full of cookies. 

You sat and talked with Veronica for two hours. You soon were about to pass out and decided to drive you and Veronica home since Kevin had taken their car. 

“Thanks for the fun night, V,” you smiled at Veronica as you dropped her back to her house. 

“No problem! Drive home safe! Call if you need anything,” Veronica said. 

“Will do,” you said and drove back home, which was thankfully only 5 minutes away. 

You got home, going in and seeing the living room empty. You took off your shoes, groaning in relief as your heels had been aching the whole day. You trudged up the stairs and into your bedroom. You heard the shower going but didn’t bother to go and see Lip. 

You changed out of your work clothes and into a pair of shorts and a tank top. You put your hair in a messy bun, flinging yourself on your bed. 

Lip came into the room with Freddy a few moments later. You noticed his presence.

“What?” You snapped. 

“I just… do you want Freddy and I to lay down with you?” Lip asked. 

You looked to them, seeing Freddy smiling at you. You couldn’t help but smile back. “Sure.”

You scooted over, Lip setting Freddy down next to you and climbing into bed with you. You gave Freddy a big kiss. 

“Hi, baby. I’ve missed you,” you cooed. 

Freddy chortled, clapping his hands. You giggled with the baby, ignoring Lip until he spoke. 

“So uh… how was your day?” Lip asked nervously. 

“Fine. How was yours?” You asked, not looking at him. 

“Mine was uh… good,” Lip said. 

“Good,” you said shortly. 

There was an awkward silence between you two before Lip spoke again. 

“I wanted to apologise for my actions today,” Lip started to say. 

This was the first time you felt like looking at him. You stared in his blue eyes, waiting for his apology. 

“I’m sorry about ignoring the work you did around the house and I’m sorry for not letting you know I was having Carl take care of Freddy. And I’m sorry for going to the Alibi and getting stoned. I really appreciate you cleaning the house. It really needed to be cleaned and to keep it clean, I promise to try and not leave dishes out and pick up Freddy’s toys,” Lip said. 

You smiled at his apology, scooting up on the bed so you could put your forehead on his without crushing Freddy. 

“Thank you. And the house being messy isn’t totally your fault. I need to learn to clean up after myself more, too,” you said. 

Lip chuckled, “That’s something we can both work on then.”

“Totally,” you smiled. 

“I’m also sorry for yelling at you at the Alibi. I’ve just been so stressed with work and Freddy. I’ve never had to take care of a baby that was my own before. I’ve always had help from Fiona and Ian,” Lip said. 

You put your hand on his cheek. “I know, baby. This is all new for me, too. And I’m sorry for yelling at you, too, you didn’t deserve that.”

“It’s alright. I kinda did,” Lip chuckled. 

You rolled your eyes with a smile “Well anyways, we’ll get through this together, okay? I love you. So, so, so much. And I love Freddy, probably a little too much,” you joked. “Let’s just take this one day at a time okay?”

Lip nodded and pressed his lips against yours softly. You kissed him back before pulling away, making sure Freddy was okay. 

Lip smiled. “I love you, too, you know.”

You looked back up to Lip with a big smile. “Yeah, I know.”

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Could Have Been the Chicken Dinner. Could Have Been the Wine.

Day 12 is a submission from @jupitermining999, some festive Hinny. Read it on AO3 here

Title: Could Have Been the Chicken Dinner. Could Have Been the Wine.

Author: Tumblr: jupitermining999 / AO3: LumosMaxima

Pairing: Harry/Ginny

Warnings: Explicit (sexual content - consensual)

Prompt: Mulled Wine

Author’s Note: I borrowed the mulled wine recipe from here. 

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Ginny Weasley moved purposefully about her small kitchen, gathering jars of spices from the cupboard and setting them on the counter next to a small cauldron and an array of other ingredients. The current copy of “Witch Weekly” lay open in front of her, and she mentally checked off each ingredient from the recipe on the page as she chucked it into the cauldron:

Rosmerta’s Classic Mulled Wine

Courtesy of Hogsmeade’s most beloved landlady, and just in time for your Christmas merriment, we bring you Rosmerta’s very own recipe for classic mulled wine. ‘Tis the season to be jolly, and this fragrant and spicy-sweet concoction’s sure to make your yuletide bright!

2 bottles of your best plonk (that’s cheap red wine if you’re an intellectual) 2 lemons 1 orange 100g coarse sugar 4 cloves 1 pinch each of cinnamon and powdered ginger 1 dried bay leaf torn in pieces 2 generous tablespoons brandy

Allow the cauldron to heat as you prepare the ingredients. Pour in the wine. Cut thin slivers of rind from one lemon and squeeze the juice directly into the wine. Also add the rind. Cut the orange in half, stud one half with cloves and float it on the wine. Retain the other half of the orange for later. Add the herbs and spices and cook over a good flame for about an hour. Add the sugar, stirring until it has dissolved, then reduce the cauldron to low heat.

To serve, remove the lemon rind and orange half and stir in the brandy. Slice the remaining lemon and orange and float on top of the mulled wine. Use a warming spell to keep the cauldron and its contents suitably warm. Serve up and enjoy!

She dropped in the pieces of bay leaf and tapped the cauldron with her wand, uttering the spell that would keep it just under the boiling point. Satisfied with her work, she placed a lid over the cauldron and sliced the rest of the lemon and orange, putting them in the icebox for later. She set to work cleaning up the kitchen, and then went about straightening up her flat, feeling foolish for glancing at the clock more often than was necessary. Harry wasn’t due to arrive until at least four o'clock, and it was barely past lunchtime.

It had been a few weeks since Harry and Ginny had last seen each other. The Harpies were just finishing a busy season that ended with two weeks straight of away matches. Ginny had only got back to her little flat in Holyhead late the night before. Harry’s Auror training had been keeping him equally busy with lots of overtime and odd hours, and he was living at Grimmauld Place. Owl post had been their main means of contact for the past several months, but they’d managed to squeeze in time for a few dates when their schedules allowed.

And now here it was, the 23rd of December, and the universe had decided to bestow a Christmas miracle upon them both: they were free from work for the next several days. The plan was for Harry to join Ginny at her flat that evening to spend the night, and then they’d travel to the burrow on Christmas Eve and stay there through Christmas Day before heading back to Holyhead.

When the flat was tidied to Ginny’s satisfaction, it wasn’t even two o'clock. She had a chicken to roast, but it was still too early to get started on that. So, she checked on the wine, tapped the cauldron with her wand to lower the heat, and decided to have a bath.

She ran the hot water and perused her collection of bath products, finally deciding on a rose-scented oil that Harry had given her for her birthday. She let several drops of the liquid splash into the steaming water and soon the room was filled with the lush scent of a summer rose garden. She stepped out of her clothes and eased herself into the tub, hissing as the hot water stung her skin. Soon she was completely relaxed and took her time bathing and washing her hair. When she was finished, she drained the tub and dried off, pleased with how supple the oil had made her skin feel. She smiled to herself at the thought of Harry’s hands running along that same skin and a tiny shiver of excitement bolted through her.

It had been even longer since she and Harry had spent a night together, and Ginny wasn’t sure if she’d make it through tea before tearing Harry’s clothes off. She made herself giggle at the thought of shoving all of the food and dishes off of the kitchen table, sending them clattering to the floor with one giant swipe of her arm and letting him take her right there, where the bread basket had sat just a moment before….

She quickly wrapped her hair in a towel and made her way to her wardrobe and dressed, making sure that the bed was neatly made while she was there. Her mind drifted back to the first time she and Harry had shared that bed. Like so many couples, their first time had been extremely exciting with just enough awkward thrown in to make Ginny wonder if she was just not that good in bed. But as time passed and they’d got more comfortable with themselves and each other, Ginny came to crave their physical connection more than she ever had with anyone else.

She shook her head to chase away this line of thought. She could feel herself getting hot and bothered and it wasn’t even three o'clock yet. She went back to the kitchen, made a cup of tea, and sat at the kitchen table flipping absentmindedly through “Witch Weekly” as the spicy scent of the mulled wine began to fill the flat.

Finally, it was three o'clock, and she prepared the chicken, cut up the potatoes and carrots, set the timer and put the lot in the oven to roast. She’d just finished the washing up when she heard a faint “Crack!” from somewhere nearby. Four o'clock on the dot, and she smiled as she heard footsteps on the stairs. She dashed to the mirror and tucked a flyaway strand of hair behind her ear, her smile widening as she heard familiar footsteps in the corridor. She quickly glanced around the flat to make sure everything was in order, and a quick flick of her wand made the fairy lights begin to twinkle on her small Christmas tree, just as there was a knock at her door – his knock.

Ginny almost skipped to the door, but forced herself to walk unhurriedly. A turn of the knob, and there before her was a tuft of dark hair sticking out from above a towering pile of wrapped gifts. She burst out laughing and swung the door open wide. Harry levitated the whole lot across the threshold and brought them to rest next to the Christmas tree. Ginny followed it with her eyes, then turned back to Harry, who was grinning from ear to ear.

“Bloody hell,” he said as he removed his coat and scarf and hung them on the hook near the door. “It smells amazing in here.”

He turned to Ginny, threw his arms around her, and gave her a robust kiss on the lips, which Ginny was more than happy to reciprocate. When he pulled out of the kiss, arms still around her, he beamed at her and said, “Hello, beautiful. I’ve missed you.”

Ginny beamed back and ran her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. “I’ve missed you, too. Happy Christmas,” she said.

“Very happy,” he replied, and kissed her once again, softly, before wrapping his arms tightly around her and holding her close.

Ginny’s heart was fluttering in her chest as she squeezed him and rested her head on his shoulder. She could stay in this moment forever, she thought, as she breathed in the mixture of his scent and the smoky winter air that he’d brought in on his clothes. Her reverie was interrupted by a grumbling sound, and she giggled in spite of herself.

“Hungry, are we?” she asked.

Harry chuckled in response. “Famished,” he replied. “I worked through lunch so I could leave early.”

She let go of Harry and took his hand in hers, leading him into the kitchen and motioning for him to take a seat at the table.

“Tea’ll be ready in another half hour or so,” she said, opening the icebox and scanning the contents. Luckily when she’d gone to the shops that morning, she’d picked up some cheese and grapes, so she got those out and made up a small plate for them to munch on. She set it on the table and Harry dove into it as Ginny crossed over to the counter and removed the lid from the cauldron, pleased to see that her mulled wine was steaming nicely and smelled lovely.

She crossed back to the icebox to get the rest of the citrus slices, then grabbed a spoon, fished out all the bits that needed removing from the cauldron and stirred in the brandy, noticing out of the corner of her eye that Harry was watching her intently as he popped grapes into his mouth. She felt her face flush but tried not to let on that she had noticed. She opened the cupboard and realized she had no earthly idea what vessel was proper for serving mulled wine in, so she went with mugs. She pulled two of them from the cupboard, ladled some of the steaming wine into each one, floated a bit of citrus on top of each, and handed one to Harry. She took the seat next to him and snagged a piece of cheese from his plate.

Harry held the mug in both hands and breathed in the steam from the mug. A smile slid across his lips and he held the mug toward Ginny. “That smells divine,” he said. “Cheers!”

“Cheers!” Ginny exclaimed, clinking her mug against his, and they each took a sip. The warmth of it enveloped her, and she quickly reached for a grape. Too much of that mulled wine on an empty stomach would make for a very tipsy Ginny.

Harry leaned back in his chair and relaxed. “This is really good, Gin, thank you,” he said, taking another sip and biting into a square of cheese.

“Thanks,” she replied, tucking one leg under her and leaning an elbow on the table. “It was in this week’s Witch Weekly; they said it was Rosmerta’s recipe. I reckoned if anyone knew alcohol, it would be her.”

Harry chuckled and took another sip. “How was your trip with the team?” he asked. “I read what I could in the Prophet. Sounds like they kept you busy doing promotional work. And rotten luck on the match against Wimbourne.”

“Did they ever keep us busy!” Ginny exclaimed, crunching on a grape and taking another sip of wine. “We were knackered by the end of the first week. I mean, none of us minds the occasional banquet or meet and greet with fans. But doing those sorts of things every single day for two weeks, with matches in between all of that? It was really too much. It’s a miracle we managed to even score points against Wimbourne.

“But enough of my whinging,” Ginny continued, after another sip of wine. It was a good thing she’d prepared something for tea; the wine was already making her lightheaded. “How have things been for you at the ministry? You’ve been pulling some crazy shifts.”

“Utterly mad there as well,” Harry replied. “Shacklebolt’s started the process of removing the dementors from Azkaban and replacing them with Aurors.”

Ginny nodded. She’d been following the news in the Daily Prophet.

“Tricky job, that,” Harry continued. “They’ve rushed a lot of us trainees into additional responsibilities around the Ministry so the experienced Aurors are free to travel to Azkaban or do whatever Shacklebolt needs done. It’s been great to get so much experience, but it’s been a lot to take on in a short amount of time.”

“Of course,” Ginny said, sympathetically. “How’s it all coming along? With Azkaban, I mean.”

“It’s early days yet,” Harry replied. “But I agree it’s the right thing to do, which isn’t always the easiest thing.”

Ginny nodded and they continued to chat and sip their mulled wine until they were interrupted by the chime of the oven timer. Ginny grabbed her oven mitts and checked on their food, happy to see that the chicken was golden brown and the vegetables had roasted nicely. She set the pan on the stove top and as she was rummaging through a drawer for her carving knife, she heard Harry draw in a breath and hiss. “Ouch!”

She turned to see him attempting to pull a chunk of meat off of the piping hot chicken, shaking the heat from his fingers as he went.

“Oi!” Ginny exclaimed, laughing in spite of herself. Harry just grinned sheepishly at her as he finally dislodged a bit of meat and blew on it before stuffing it into his mouth.

“Delishoush,” he said through his mouthful of chicken. “Ith there anything I can do t’ help?”

Ginny just shook her head and pointed at the cupboard over his head. “You can set the table, you muppet. Plates are in there, and silverware’s in the drawer below.”

Harry swallowed his chicken and saluted her before doing what he was told. Ginny made quick work of carving the chicken and laid out the meat and the roast vegetables on a platter. She sliced some bread into a small basket, pulled a crock of butter from the icebox, and set everything on the table. She refilled their mugs with wine and then took her seat.

“Tuck in,” she said, and Harry scooped a large portion of everything onto his plate, grinning from ear to ear. Ginny did the same, and they ate and chatted the evening away as though they’d never been apart.

When they’d both stuffed themselves, Ginny put away the leftovers while Harry cleared the table. They both stood forlornly in front of the pile of dirty dishes in the sink, then looked at each other and said, in unison, “Leave it ‘til tomorrow.”

“I will have some more wine, though,” Harry said, fixing himself another mugful. “Will you join me?”

“I’ll join you anywhere for anything,” Ginny answered with a grin, and Harry’s green eyes flashed at her – a sure sign that he understood what she was getting at. Harry ladled some wine into her mug, and they crossed into the sitting room and made themselves comfortable on the couch.

They picked up their conversation where they’d left off at the dinner table; Ginny telling Harry of all the places she’d been on her tour with the Harpies, and Harry filling Ginny in on Auror training and how things were shaping up at the Ministry. They lost track of time and the amount of wine they had continued to drink – they’d managed to go through half the cauldron - and suddenly it was midnight and they were happily warm and slightly drunk and were well into a nice snogging session there where they sat.

They were interrupted by the sound of singing out in the street. From their vantage point near the window, they could see a drunken old man walking unsteadily along the street below, singing at the top of his lungs:

We three kings of Orient are One on a bicycle, one in a car, One on a scooter blowing his hooter, Following yonder star!

He launched in to another verse as he passed by the flat and turned around the corner. Harry and Ginny listened and looked at each other, and spontaneously erupted into gales of laughter.

“Oh, it’s already gone midnight,” Ginny said, trying not to slur. “The pub up the road’s just closed; that’s probably where he came from.” She giggled again and let out a snort, which resulted in more laughter from them both. Harry in turn gathered her in his arms and hugged her tightly.

When the laughter finally subsided, Harry pulled away and gazed into her eyes. “I love you, Gin,” he said. “More than I have words for.”

“I love you, too, Harry,” she replied and kissed him softly on the lips.

Harry returned her kiss and then rested his head on her shoulder. “I don’t want this to ever end,” he said, after a moment.

“Yeah,” Ginny said, letting out a sigh. “But we have to go back to work at some point.”

Harry still held onto her and chuckled. “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I meant what we have right here, right now. I don’t want us to ever end.”

“Does it have to?” Ginny replied.

Harry pulled away and looked into her eyes for a long minute. “Would you be happy if it didn’t?”

Ginny’s turn to look into his eyes. “Immensely,” came her reply.

Harry’s face lit up with a big smile. “Same here,” he said. “I can see myself being with you forever.”

Ginny’s heart began to beat faster in her chest. Was he saying what she thought he was saying?

“I feel the same, Harry. No matter where I am or what I’m doing, when I think of you, it’s like…it feels the same as thinking of home.”

Ginny could have sworn that Harry’s eyes misted over, but he pulled her into another embrace before she could be certain. “Me too,” he whispered, then moved in for another kiss.

This kiss felt like no other for Ginny. It was soft and intense all at the same time, and Harry leaned in gently as he brought his hands up to her cheeks.

Ginny felt her breath catch and parted her lips slightly, bringing her hand up to the back of his neck and pressing him closer to her. When Harry parted his lips in response, she let out an involuntary moan. The kiss became even more impassioned as he wrapped his arms around her again and held her tightly.

Finally, they broke apart. Ginny narrowed her eyes at Harry and cocked her head toward the bedroom. He gave her a hungry look, and she grabbed his hand and led the way.

The minute they entered the bedroom, they threw themselves at each other, both pawing at the other’s clothing, lips kissing and fingertips caressing whatever flesh became exposed. Ginny managed to get Harry’s jumper and shirt off and relished running her hands over his bare chest. She decided to save him the trouble of undoing her blouse and bra and peeled out of both garments in a flash.

Harry gathered her in his arms and kissed her mouth and then her neck, one hand moving around to cup her breast and tease the nipple. The feeling of his skin and hands on her was simply lovely and Ginny threw her head back, letting a breathy sigh escape her throat. She began to undo Harry’s belt buckle while Harry undid her jeans and pushed them, along with her panties, down over the curve of her bottom. She shimmied out of them while Harry finished undoing his trousers and shed his remaining clothing.

Ginny drank him in from head to toe. Auror training had been good to him; his lean body rippled now with muscular definition. She let her gaze linger at his groin, pleased to see that he was quite obviously enjoying what he saw as his eyes slid over her own body.

Harry moved close and wrapped her in his arms once again. “As Merlin is my witness, you are achingly beautiful,” he whispered in her ear and then nibbled at her earlobe before moving to her neck.

Ginny found herself barely able to speak, lost in the passion of the moment. “And you,” she whispered back, running her hands down his back and squeezing his arse, “are sexy beyond words.”

Harry’s breath was hot on Ginny’s neck as he kissed down to her collarbone, giving her the most delicious shivers. With that, Ginny turned and guided him toward the bed. They collapsed onto it and scooted onto the pillows, still intertwined. Harry shifted onto his side and cradled her head in the crook of one arm as his other hand slid along her waist. Ginny let the fingertips of her free hand trace along his bicep and run down over his stomach. A growl emanated from Harry and he leaned in to kiss her.

The bed was soft and warm and Ginny’s free hand found the back of Harry’s neck again. Harry pulled out of the kiss after a long moment and gazed into her eyes, and she looked into his. She felt his head come to a rest on her shoulder and she moved to nuzzle him. She planted a soft kiss on his forehead and felt extremely warm and safe in Harry’s arms. Harry shifted his weight and nestled against her.

And then, the mulled wine and the hectic schedules and the long work hours caught up to them. Ginny half-consciously pulled the duvet over them, and they fell into a deep, long sleep.

* * * *

Ginny awoke slowly the next morning, feeling snug and warm in her bed as the sunlight had just begun to stream through her window. Her brain began to slowly come back to life again and she remembered Harry was there. When she reached over to where he should have been, there was only an empty bed.

Her eyes flew open and she looked all around the room, then heard the toilet flush. “Oh, okay, good,” she thought to herself. He hadn’t left. She relaxed back down into the duvet once more.

She was mid-yawn when Harry padded back into the bedroom. He was still naked, and Ginny tried not to let on that she was enjoying the show.

Seeing that Ginny was awake, Harry smiled at her, but the hungry look in his eyes wasn’t lost on her, either.

In one fluid motion, Harry slid back into the bed and gathered her in his arms, pulling her to him and kissing her squarely on the mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and Harry kicked the duvet off o of them as he settled on top of her, kissing her deeply, first on the mouth, then leaving a trail of kisses down her neck to her breastbone. He cupped her breasts and teased her nipples with his lips.

Ginny stroked his hair and sighed, closing her eyes. If their conversations could so easily pick up where they’d previously left off, then so could other things, she reckoned.

Harry began to move downward, leaving a slow trail of kisses as he went. A fire had already begun to rage in the pit of Ginny’s stomach and she felt her entire body flush, her breath hitching every time his lips touched her skin. Harry shifted his position and moved down toward the end of the bed, placing one hand on her inner thigh and looking up at her hopefully. She gazed into his eyes and opened herself up to him. Harry’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he ran his fingertips down her thigh and lowered his head.

He spread her apart with his hands and set about exploring her intimate areas with his lips and tongue. They’d done this before, but for Ginny, this time felt new, somehow. There was a particular boldness in Harry’s movements; Ginny gave herself over to him, and he took her. In fact, Ginny felt different now, as well. Being with Harry in this way felt as natural as the earth and sky, and she had no doubt that she truly wanted him to have her. All of her. Any part of her in any way that he wanted.

To drive this point home, Ginny spread her legs as wide as she could and pressed her hips upwards against Harry’s face, causing him to moan and exhale suddenly against her. The heat of his breath danced like electricity over her skin and only heightened her arousal. She moaned back and continued to move and undulate against Harry’s mouth, encouraging him with the occasional “Yes” or by moaning his name.

And Harry took his time, letting Ginny’s movements guide him. He let his tongue linger in the places that made her gasp and he teased her with his fingers. When he would shift his body, Ginny saw that his cock was more than ready for her and it drove her mad with desire.

Ginny was losing herself as her pleasure began to build. Her heart was pounding in her ears and her knuckles were turning white as she grasped at the bed sheets beneath her. Sounds were escaping her throat that she had no control over, and Harry somehow knew exactly how to respond.

She heard herself pleading, “Oh, Harry, please…I want you inside me!”

Harry let out a loud moan and slowly disengaged his mouth and fingers from her dripping centre. He moved back up and positioned himself over her, his hips resting against hers, his cock hard against her pelvis. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked into her eyes. She nodded her head and simply said, “Please.”

He kissed her hard on the mouth as he shifted his hips and slid into her. They both moaned loudly. Ginny wrapped her arms around Harry and held him tightly, and he eased down off of his elbows and wrapped her in his. They became one person, moving to a rhythm that was theirs alone, his head buried in the crook of her shoulder and her head resting against his. They moaned and they grunted and their breath grew rapid. Her legs wrapped around him.

Ginny let herself go and freed all of her senses to experience the moment. Their scent; the way Harry’s skin was so warm and smooth against hers and the weight of him on top of her; the sound of Harry’s heavy breathing and the various noises he made when she moved with him. Occasionally he’d raise himself up to look at her, and the look of pleasure on his face each time he pushed into her was intoxicating.

Harry was pressing ever deeper into her now, and Ginny’s moans were increasing in volume as she began to feel her climax build. She whispered in his ear, telling him how good he felt. Harry moaned in response, and Ginny squeezed him tightly, arching her back against him, encouraging him.

She raked her fingernails down his back and even surprised herself when she blurted out to Harry that he was about to make her come. She got even closer to the brink when Harry growled and and kissed her hard on the lips, then put his head back on her shoulder and whispered, “Come for me, Gin.”

She began gasping for air and every last muscle in her body tensed in anticipation. The wave of her orgasm crested, and she cried out as it peaked and washed over her.

As she felt herself relaxing again, she focused on moving with Harry’s rhythm. The longer and louder moans escaping his throat let her know she’d got it right as the pace of his thrusts quickened. He pressed in deep and shifted his hips and continued to thrust in a way that, to Ginny’s very pleasant surprise, sent the blood rushing to her core again and had her muscles readying for another orgasm.

She gasped and begged Harry not to stop; he did as she told him and a second wave of convulsions shook through her body and she moaned Harry’s name. Harry’s breath was ragged and a guttural moan escaped his throat. He pushed all the way in one last time and Ginny felt the distinct burst of heat deep inside her as Harry’s entire body shuddered against hers. He was moaning loudly and saying her name repeatedly as his own climax rippled through him. Ginny held him tight and pressed herself against him until she felt him begin to relax.

Harry’s erection gradually subsided and he slid out of her. They untangled themselves and collapsed onto the mattress. Harry found her hand and squeezed it as they lay there for a moment, catching their breath.

When Ginny’s breath had returned to normal, Harry leaned in and gave her a soft kiss before collapsing back down onto his pillow.

“Ginny….” he let out a breath. “That was bloody amazing. Merlin’s beard. If you don’t mind my saying, I abso-fucking-lutely love it when you get vocal. Wow.”

Ginny felt herself blush, but a smile spread across her face anyway. “It was bloody amazing. Don’t let it go to your head, but you made me come twice. In case you didn’t notice. I’ve never had that happen before.”

Harry looked immensely proud of himself and Ginny couldn’t help but chuckle. He seemed lost for words for a moment. “I…ha. Yeah, I er, reckoned that was what happened. It felt pretty fantastic from my end as well.”

Harry scooted close to Ginny and she turned onto her side as Harry nestled against her back and draped an arm over her waist. They lay there for a few minutes more, and finally Harry broke the silence. “What time are we meant to be at the Burrow?”

“I told Mum we’d be there by three o'clock,” Ginny said, lazily, wishing that they could just stay in bed for the rest of the day so Ginny could take a turn at ravishing Harry.

“Hm,” Harry said, and she felt him twist around to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand. “Seeing as it’s almost gone eleven, we should probably get up and make ourselves presentable.”

“Mmm,” was all Ginny could reply, but she knew he was right.

Harry kissed the back of her neck. “You stay here and relax, I’ll go first for a shower.”

“Mmm,” came Ginny’s sleepy reply.

Harry chuckled and pinched her arse before rolling off the bed.

“Oi!” Ginny exclaimed. “I’ll get you back for that!”

“Can’t wait,” Harry said with a wink, and she watched him walk out into the sitting room to retrieve his bag from the middle of his pile of gifts.

Ginny dozed off for a few minutes, then gathered up some fresh clothes and took her own shower when Harry was finished. She dressed and fixed her hair, and was pleasantly surprised when she walked out into the kitchen to find Harry putting the finishing touches on a simple breakfast of eggs and toast.

He’d also made a pot of tea, so Ginny grabbed a couple of clean mugs and poured as Harry plated up their food. They sat and ate and chatted about that evening’s plans at the Burrow. When they were finished, Harry filled the sink with hot water and got to work on last night’s dishes while Ginny dried and put them away.

They worked happily and easy alongside each other, until Harry stopped suddenly and turned to look at Ginny.

“I meant what I said last night, you know. That wasn’t the wine talking, that was me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Ginny could have melted, but managed to hold it together. “And I meant what I said as well. My home is anywhere you are, and it always will be.”

Harry leaned over and kissed her softly, then busied himself scrubbing the plate he’d been holding. “We don’t have to do anything right away. I mean, unless you want to.”

“How do you mean?” Ginny asked. “Like, get married?”

“Yeah,” Harry said. “That is, if you want to actually get married. I’d be okay with just saying we’re in a relationsh–”

“I absolutely want to marry you, Harry,” Ginny interrupted. “But I agree that maybe we should wait. I love playing with the Harpies. I don’t see myself doing it forever, but for now I’d like to play at least one or two more seasons. And you’ve already seen what kind of commitment that is for me. I’d be gone a lot.”

Harry nodded as he rinsed the plate and handed it to Ginny. “I understand. We’ve been promised that things will settle down at the Ministry over the next year. But until that time, I’m going to be preoccupied, myself.” He began scrubbing the roasting pan as Ginny dried and put away the plate.

“So…” she said after a moment. “Are we like, engaged now?”

Harry looked at her and grinned. “I suppose we are, though I do plan on doing it properly at some point.”

“Properly?”

“Properly. Ring, down on one knee, a string quartet playing love songs….”

Ginny let out a laugh and swatted Harry playfully with the dishtowel. “Maybe you should go for two out of three.”

Harry handed her the clean roasting pan. “Right. Down on one knee with string quartet. Got it.”

Ginny laughed in spite of herself, put down the roasting pan and threw her arms around Harry, giving him a giant, wet kiss on his cheek.

“I love you, Harry,” she said, squeezing him tight.

Harry just grinned as he washed a mug, but leaned into her hug. “I love you too, Gin.”

Ginny took that opportunity to whisper in his ear with her best sultry voice: “And just you wait until I get you back here after Christmas. I’m going to take you in that bedroom and do all sorts of naughty things to you, and when I’m finished, you’ll walk funny for a week.”

With that, she let him go and pinched his arse through his jeans.

Harry rinsed the mug and handed it to her, grinning from ear to ear. Ginny was satisfied to see that his face had turned pink, but the hungry look was already in his eyes. She just smiled back, reveling in the fact that the only thing he could do about what she’d just said was to think about it for the next two days.

* * * *

Harry and Ginny enjoyed their Christmas at the Burrow, and enjoyed their Boxing Day even more back at Ginny’s flat. Harry wasn’t due back at the Ministry until early January, and the Harpies didn’t have another match until New Year’s Day, so Harry stayed with Ginny through the New Year. Some of Ginny’s teammates threw a New Year’s Eve party which Harry and Ginny happily attended.

Just before midnight, Harry walked over to Ginny, dropped down on one knee, and pulled a small box from his pocket. The room immediately fell silent.

Ginny was genuinely surprised; she hadn’t expected him to actually do this so soon, and she soon worked out that he’d had the ring with him all along. He probably just needed to be certain she felt the same way before he asked her the big question.

“The string quartet wasn’t available,” Harry said, sheepishly, “but I’ve still managed two out of three. Ginny, will you marry me?”

Ginny was ready to answer immediately, but her throat had closed up and tears were welling in her eyes. She just nodded her head vigorously and finally managed to wheeze, “Yes! Yes I will marry you!”

Harry slid a beautiful gold and ruby ring on Ginny’s finger, then he stood up and Ginny pulled him close. They held each other while Ginny’s teammates erupted into cheers. Across the room, someone started yelling a countdown and Harry and Ginny gradually pulled apart and counted along with them.

Five! Four! Three! Two! One! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Harry wrapped her in his arms again.

In the entire history of New Year’s kisses, the one Ginny Weasley got that night was, by far, the finest one there had ever been. And the best part was that she knew, in the deepest depths of her heart, that plenty more were waiting, and they would only get better from there.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐖𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬? (𝐂𝐄𝐎! 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨) 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙲𝙴𝙾/𝙳𝚊𝚍! 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘 (𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣) × 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢/𝙼𝚘𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎)

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝙰𝚄, 𝙲𝙴𝙾 𝙰𝚄

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟼𝙺+

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢/𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗), 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚍𝚘𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 × 𝚂𝚞𝚋! 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @little-precious-baby @yunhoiseyecandy @yunhofingers @brie02 @galaxteez @deja-vux @multidreams-and-desires @rvse-miingi @couchpotatoaniki

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"I expect all of your reports in and in perfect order by tomorrow's meeting at 11 a.m. And I want all of you in there on time. I will not accept even 1 minute of tardiness. Are we clear?"

A chorus of 'Yes sir' chanted throughout the room, the occupants in their respective chairs starting to disperse themselves out of the room. The hushed groans and complaining did not go unnoticed by Jongho's ears, but he paid no mind to them, having grown accustomed to them. He was a tough boss, and he preferred to keep it that way. He enjoyed having people fear him and be too scared to even ask him something, and all of his subordinates seemed to fall in that category.

"Sir?"

All of them except the almost cherry red head girl who was batting her eyelashes at him, a strand of her hair being twirled around one of her fingers. Without breaking his poker face, Jongho held out the folder he had and fanned it in front of her face.

"Hyunjoo, make copies of these to put into the filing cabinets and make sure to save them into the computer as well."

In a rather abrupt way, he practically threw the folder in her hands, but the girl didn't seem fazed, she still continued to smile even as he turned his back to her and walked out of the room.

"Right away sir! Anything else I can-"

Her enthusiastic question was shut out by the loud slamming of the door, leaving her speechless once more.

Jongho let out a deep huff as he loosened the tie that was practically suffocating him as it did after a strenuous day of having to deal with the ineptitude of his employees. He said absolutely nothing as he walked to his car, and stayed just as silent during the entire ride home, the soft ballads playing on the radio being his only companion at the moment. He didn't even feel like breaking out his heavenly vocals as per usual, all he wanted at that moment was to get to his haven as soon as possible and see the two faces he loved seeing after spending grueling hours in front of a computer and a stack of papers.

As soon as he stepped foot inside the cozy house, his nose was hit with the delicious scent coming from the kitchen. Making sure to neatly place his shoes by the rack next to the door and hang his coat on one of the hooks on the wall, he practically dragged his feet down the hallway before turning the corner. His gloomy expression quickly faltered and broke out into a smile as he was greeted by loud squealing coming from the tiny individual sitting in the high chair.

"Hey buddy. You missed me?" Jongho couldn't keep the smile off his face as he picked up the 5 month old baby, his cheeks still stained with an orange hue. The baby made some incoherent guttural sounds, no doubt trying to convey his feelings as he outstretched his tiny hands and began touching Jongho's face.

"I know I missed you." He placed a tiny kiss on his head before picking up a wet tissue to start wiping off some of the puree residues.

Right at that moment, his wife came in and wrapped her arms around his waist. Placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, she tilted her head so she could look at his face more clearly.

"How was your day?"

He shook his head, not wanting to recall his day.

"Same as they've been since you went on maternity leave. Unbearable."

Rolling her eyes at that, she carefully took the baby out of his hands since it was time for him to take a bath.

"Here. You go on and eat while I clean junior here."

Although the baby grunted softly at being taken away from his father's arms, he eventually relaxed in his mother's embrace, his face nuzzling into her chest and soon afterwards he began nibbling softly at her shirt.

"Oh for goodness sakes! You just ate not even 10 minutes ago. You can't possibly be hungry again." Y/N half heartedly complained, bouncing the baby slightly in her arms.

"Well I mean.... I don't blame him for wanting to drink some of your milk."

Catching her gaze, Jongho sent a wink her way that had her blushing intensely.

"You're unbelievable!" She exclaimed as she stomped out of the room to go bathe her baby.

"You're the one who offered me your tits in the first place." He snorted, trying to contain his laughter as he sipped the glass of water he had in his hand.

"Keep it up and I'll extend my maternity leave longer." She called out from the bathroom, the sound of water running being heard.

"No way! I've gone far too long without my personal assistant helping me keep order in that building and helping me stay sane. You promised me you'd come back tomorrow and I'm making you keep that promise." He warned her.

"Are you saying that as my husband? Or as my boss?" She questioned him.

"As both if I have to." He sternly said.

"Neither one of you scare me.....but since I love you both, I guess I'll keep my promise and come back tomorrow as we planned."

Jongho let out a relieved sigh at her answer as his fingers rubbed at his temple, fork aggressively digging into the vegetables on his plate. He honestly had missed working with Y/N by his side. He was feeling rather antsy and impatient about having her come back into the company. And he knew the other employees were also eagerly anticipating her return, since they preferred going to her to get messages across to him when they were too scared to face Jongho themselves. Not to mention Y/N livened up the atmosphere with her fresh and energetic nature, one of the main reasons he fell in love with her.

As he ate, Jongho began to reminisce about how their story started. Y/N had been recommended by a friend to be his personal assistant and she was very proud to work for such an important CEO, seeing it as an opportunity of a lifetime. Jongho, however, of course was extremely tough on her from the start, just as he was with all his other assistants. None of them lasted more than 2 weeks because they just couldn't handle either all the unbearable tasks he gave them or got frightened off by his stern and aggresive form of addressing them. Not Y/N. Even after having her run up and down floors on wild goose chases at times, she still kept her bright smile and positive energy, never once flinching either when he scolded her for doing something that he deemed wrong, which it never actually was, he just enjoyed nitpicking at her. She broke the record and lasted not just 2 weeks, but over 2 years, earning her the admiration and respect of not only her coworkers but of Jongho himself. He became fascinated by her and that fascination turned into love for her.

He pursued her for quite some time, Y/N making him really work for it as payback for all the harsh times he put her through during her first months working for him. Eventually his persistence paid off as she agreed to not only date him, but actually accepted to marry him when he asked her to. Of course, it was a secret no one else knew about, both of them agreeing that they'd rather keep their personal lives outside of work, not wanting others to talk or gossip about them. So at the company they were simply the CEO and his personal assistant, but once they got home, they were back to being hopelessly in love and enjoying their married life which now included their son.

Jongho felt that he was extremely lucky. Lucky to have such an amazing and beautiful wife who had recently blessed him with a healthy baby boy, gifting him the family he always wanted. He couldn't contain his happy smile as he watched her rock the baby to sleep and eventually put him inside his crib. Tiptoeing out of the nursery and joining him in their bedroom, Y/N raised an eyebrow when she saw his expression.

"You doing good?" She asked him.

Nodding softly, Jongho let out a hum before wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Oh trust me, I'm doing just splendid." He let out a chuckle as he pecked her lips.

When she began pulling away from his embrace, he pulled her back in, this time pressing his lips against hers more firmly as his hands went to the back of her thighs and effortlessly picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She couldn't help the squeal that came out of her mouth when he pushed her down onto their bed, already feeling breathless as his tongue continued to dominate her mouth. Jongho's hands began to slowly pull her tank top down, exposing her soft and squishy breasts that had grown quite considerably since she started her last months of pregnancy and continued up until then.

"You know it's been so long since I've had you all to myself...." He mused as he nipped across her collarbone.

Taking one breast in each of his hands, he gave them gentle squeeze that had Y/N moaning softly. Giving one of her nipples a few kitten licks, Jongho latched his mouth over it, covering her perky nipple and letting out suckling sounds until he felt her sweet liquid come out of her body.

"And I plan on taking my time with you." He finished his previous sentence as he went back to feeding from her milk.

Y/N's fingers tangled themselves on his hair, back arching to allow him to take more of her succulent breasts into his mouth, which he took advantage of graciously. Just as soon as they were both getting lost in their lust, they were interrupted by the small whimpered cries coming from the room next to theirs. Detaching his mouth from his wife's chest, Jongho groaned in annoyance and rolled over on the other side of the bed.

"Seriously? Can't even enjoy some alone time with my wife because junior over there wants to be a cockblocker."

Slapping his arm, Y/N arranged her shirt and got up to go attend to her baby, leaving Jongho laying there in a fuzzy and whiny mood.

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Stepping into the floor, Y/N was immediately bombarded by greetings and questions from all of her coworkers. The men were fawning over her and thanking her for coming back on such an eventful day while the women were prying about her baby and other motherly topics. Since it was still early, Y/N thought it wouldn't hurt to show off a few pictures of her little bundle of joy. Taking care there weren't any photos of Jongho, she happily showed off her gallery that was full of images of her baby and herself. All of the people around her began cooing and awing at how adorable he was.

"He's so cute!"

"Simply adorable!"

"Does he look like his dad?"

Before Y/N could even answer that question, the father himself cleared his throat behind the little group. Collective gasps and startled wheezes were heard as the people began to disperse themselves back to their respective cubicles or desks. Donning his usual frown, Jongho side eyed some of the individuals before landing his eyes on Y/N, who per usual remained calmed and collected.

"Miss L/N, although no doubt your coworker are ecstatic to have you back I must remind you that we have an important meeting ahead of us and I don't want any distractions to hinder our plans. I'll let this go just this time but I want no more dilly dallying. Are we clear?"

Breaking out into a soft smile, Y/N put her phone back in her purse.

"Crystal Mr. Choi."

The corner of Jongho's lip twitched at hearing her usual response she'd say to his chastising. Y/N knew it affected him too, but she bit her tongue from bursting out laughing right then and there. Checking his watch, he sighed deeply.

"After you finish setting your space up, please gather up the documents needed for today's meeting and see me promptly at my office so we can look over them."

Just as Y/N was about to open her mouth, she was interrupted by a redhead whom she had never seen before during the time she worked there. The girl pushed herself in between them both rather tactlessly.

"Sir, if you'd like, I could go fetch them for you, I know where they are so it'd be faster given that I sorted them yesterday."

Y/N arched an eyebrow up at the new face, scanning her up and down, taking notice of how tight and short her skirt was, not to mention how snug fitted her blouse was, more than just the tops buttons undone to purposely draw attention to her cleavage. The way she was practically beaming at Jongho did not go unnoticed by her, and it was slightly irritating her.

"No thank you Hyunjoo. I want Y/N to do it. Besides I need to catch her up on what's been going on these past months she was gone."

Before Jongho could take one step, Hyunjoo moved to stand right in front of him, a rather bold move that had everyone bracing themselves for what would happen next.

"Anything else you want to say Hyunjoo?" Although he asked, it was quite obvious Jongho was not amused in the slightest bit. Hyunjoo bit her lip nervously, but decided to speak.

"Sir I just thought since it was an important meeting that perhaps you'd prefer to be assisted by someone who has more knowledge and experience in the matter so that there would be no... hindrances."

Y/N did not like the way she drawled out that last word. She did not hesitate to let out a scoff at the brazen behavior of whoever that newbie was. And she guessed Jongho was not happy by her input either given that he was now crossing his arms over his chest.

"There will be no hindrances. Y/N knows what she's doing and I know she'll do an excellent job. After all, she is and will always be my personal assistant."

Y/N couldn't hide the proud smirk that shone triumphantly on her face, especially after seeing the reddened face of the girl next to her, who gave her a small glare before excusing herself to go to her desk. Jongho brushed past her to go into his office, giving her elbow a light squeeze that went unnoticed by everyone else but that made her feel better about coming back to work. She was practically skipping all the way to the elevator and still skipping about when she came to the room where they kept all the documents. She skimmed through the cabinets, checking the dates to make sure she was looking in the right section when she was startled by a voice piping up behind her.

"Y/N!"

She let out a scream and stumbled back into one of the cabinets, hitting her lower back rather harshly before landing her bum on the floor.

"Oops! Sorry. Not how I wanted my welcome back greeting to go."

She allowed the blonde male to help her get up, scanning her to make sure no real damage was done.

"Yeosang what the hell? Why are you always popping up on people out of nowhere?" She grimaced as she rubbed her butt.

"Gotta have some type of fun while I'm locked up in here organizing, filing and documenting papers here you know." He adjusted the frames on his nose bridge.

"Maybe you could lend me a hand and show me where I can find what I need for today's meeting?"

Clapping his hands, Yeosang reached into his jacket and promptly took out a neat folder out that had several papers inside.

"I figured Mr. Grinch upstairs would have you come get them so I took the liberty of stashing them away just for you."

Y/N smiled as he handed them over to her.

"That and I didn't want that bitch Hyunjoo putting her nasty hands on them as well." Yeosang huffed loudly.

"Who is she anyways? She wasn't here when I was."

Yeosang went cross eyed momentarily, looking like he was losing brain cells as he tried to figure out where to start.

"She started out a week after you went on maternity leave. She's just a secretary, but has offered to do some tasks that were strictly reserved for you as Jongho's assistant, which he rarely lets her do. You know how he is."

Of course she did. More than anyone she knew what her husband was like.

"Well long story short like her dirty rags that she calls skirts, it's quite obvious she's trying to get in the boss' pants and we're all surprised he hasn't fired her yet. It's more than clear he's not interested either, I mean come on. It's Choi Jongho, he only looks at a woman or man to criticize them. I don't think he's capable of feeling romantically inclined towards anyone."

Y/N held her head down, pretending to skim through some of the papers to hide the giggle that was threatening to come out her mouth. She honestly found it hard not to laugh when others talked about Jongho like that. It was funny to her.

"So I take it I should be careful of her trying to take my place?" Y/N snickered amusedly, and Yeosang let out a dry laugh as well.

"Please Y/N. We all know no one will ever take your place. You're indispensable here, especially to the big guy up there."

He pointed a finger towards the ceiling.

"Speaking of which, don't keep him waiting. You know how he hates people wasting his time." He made quotation signals with his fingers while rolling his eyes.

Giving her a hug and proper welcome greeting, Yeosang watched her leave, reminding her to show him pictures of her baby when she got the chance which she happily agreed to share with him.

Coming back up to the main floor, she made sure to smile warmly at all her coworkers, a gesture that would hopefully calm their nerves a little for the upcoming meeting, which seemed to be working. They knew if she was there at least Jongho would be a little less terrifying than what he usually was. As she walked by the cubicles, she paused in her steps when she saw that a certain desk was empty, its occupant missing. Looking at the nametag, her tongue poked against her cheek.

"Mingi?" She turned to the nearest person to her, the tall male looking up from his screen to pay her his full attention.

"Where's Hyunjoo?"

Mingi didn't answer and instead pointed over towards the direction of Jongho's office.

"No doubt trying to suck his dick. That hoe."

Both her and Mingi looked over at the coworker next to him.

"Wooyoung!" Mingi chastised him.

"What? Fire me for speaking the truth." He grumbled as he continued his task of stapling a stack of papers together.

Mingi shot her an apologetic look but Y/N quickly brushed it off. Something told her that she was needed someplace else anyways. Her instincts were never wrong. Peeking into the office, she witnessed in disgust as Hyunjoo ran a finger down Jongho's torso. He looked visibly uncomfortable, swallowing hard as he tried to back away from her slowly.

"Typical of him." She thought to herself. "Acting all high and mighty like he's not afraid of anyone or anything yet when a woman throws herself at him, he cowers like a little baby."

When she saw Hyunjoo press her body against Jongho's, she knew it was time to step in. Slamming the door open, her face had a glaring scowl that was quite the contrast to her usually friendly demeanor. Only few people had ever seen it and it truly shook them to the core, even more than Jongho himself since they grew used to his anger. But Y/N? They desperately avoided incurring her wrath, even if it was such a rare sight to see. And it was producing an instant effect as Hyunjoo immediately backed away from Jongho, the latter already bracing himself for a lecture from her.

"Hyunjoo......I believe your station is right out there." She pointed behind her.

Hyunjoo nodded even though it was a statement not a question.

"So why are you not there?" Her foot tapped impatiently on the floor.

The poor girl apologized and quickly sped out of the office, like a puppy with its tail tucked in between their legs. Once she was out, Y/N shut the door behind her and then looked over at Jongho, piercing daggers into him with her stare as she took slow and careful steps towards him.

"Well.....guess I should probably thank you for getting me out of that-"

Jongho let out a tiny squeak when Y/N grabbed him by his collar and pulled his face close to hers.

"I'm gone for half a year and there's already a skank trying to take my place?" She was fuming, eyes burning a hole into his face and Jongho wasn't going to lie, he was always attracted more to her when she got angry.

"Baby, darling..." He cooed at her, hands going to her hips to rub circles around them in an effort to appease her.

"Don't you 'darling' me Choi Jongho. Tell me, did you enjoy having your little pet rub herself on you?" She demanded as she took his hands off her and slammed her own on the desk behind him, effectively trapping him and keeping him from moving.

"I- No! Of course not!" He exclaimed in indignation.

Y/N scoffed dryly as she reached a hand up and placed it on his chest, mimicking the earlier actions of her rival, except whereas Jongho recoiled from Hyunjoo's touch before, it was now different as he began melting into Y/N's touch.

"I don't really believe you, I think you would have fucked her if given the chance." She didn't really believe that sentence herself but she wanted to spark a reaction out of Jongho.

"Now why would I do that when I have the most perfect woman right in front of me? When she's everything and all I want?" He let out a hum as he ghosted his lips over hers, wanting to desperately kiss her at that moment.

"Oh really now? I'm all you want?" She giggled in a mocking tone as her teeth caught onto his bottom lip and tugged on them slightly.

"Fuck!- yes. You're all I want. You're the love of my life, the object of my desires, the mother of my son..."

Cupping her cheeks, he tenderly kissed her, lips perfectly molding against hers as he tried to convey his adoration for her. When he pulled back, he stayed only a few centimeters away as he nuzzled his nose against hers.

"My wife." He whispered those two words so soft as if they were a solemn prayer not meant to be heard by anyone else.

Although his words brought a sense of warmth and fuzziness inside her, Y/N was not about to let Jongho off the hook so easily. He needed to be reminded of something else.

"You're forgetting something else Mr. CEO...... I'm not just your wife."

Jongho grunted when she suddenly pulled him by his belt loops, her knee coming up to rub against his crotch which was starting to swell up.

"I'm your boss."

He watched with amazement as she dropped down to her knees, her fingers making quick movements to unbuckle his belt. Stiffening when her hands squeezed at his bulge, Jongho heaved out a sigh.

"Don't tease me." He slightly whimpered to her.

Quirking an eyebrow up, she sent him a seductive smirk.

"Wasn't planning on it."

Taking hold of the top of his trousers, she made sure to pull his briefs down with them, freeing his hardened cock that was already leaking at the tip. Running her thumb across his head, she looked up to find her husband flushing a crimson red hue, a soft chortle escaping his throat as he realized what she was doing. Pressing his bulbous tip against her lips, she coated them with a warm gloss before pushing them inside the barrier of her teeth, raking the underside of it. That motion alone already had Jongho's thighs shaking. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, giving the head a subtle suckle. At last, she opened her mouth more widely and drove him deeper into her throat until she was releasing a choking sound, a trail of moisture spilling out from the corner of her mouth. Pulling back, she hummed around his length to further intensify the sensation.

"Oh my god." Jongho moaned as his hands tried to reach towards the back of her head, which were quickly slapped away by her.

"Nuh uh my love, we're playing with my rules right now."

Jongho had to steady himself by gripping the desk behind him, resisting the urge to buck himself up into his wife's throat. He let out sharp gasps and groans when she gave him a particularly long slurp, gurgling melodies practically coming out her mouth. He filled her throat to the brim, his dripping organ stroking against her tongue each time she moved it to and fro. Instinctively parting her knees, she reached beneath her skirt to touch herself, finding herself to be dripping as well. Raising her eyes upwards, she saw Jongho's head thrown back, mouth open and spilling out melodic hums of bliss and lust as his pelvis began to thrust faster against her face, chasing his upcoming release with a determined intensity. Feeling his thighs tighten and his cock twitch, she knew it was only a matter of time before his hot liquid would spurt into her throat. Wanting to please him, her mouth began a mix of lapping, sucking and licking at his length, soaking his flesh until long pools of saliva came trickling down her chin and onto her neck. Her mouth kept moving back and forth, heightening his excitement until he began pumping his climax into her, his seed flowing down her throat which she swallowed generously.

"Oh fuck! Oh God!" Jongho cried out, not caring to keep his voice down as he had just had one of the most exhilarating orgasms after months of only having his hand to keep him company during those needy moments.

Pulling out of his wife's mouth, her lips glistened with a blend of her spit and of his cum. Getting up from the ground, she pulled out her hand that had during this time stayed between her legs, her arousal glowing on the tip of her fingers. Holding them up to her husband's face, she smeared some of it across his lip.

"Suck."

His mouth parted instantly as he graciously accepted her fingers into his wet cavern, licking off the sweet juices from her core. She watched him with utter fascination, always loving how he was always so pliant with her every command. Once sure he had licked her clean of anymore secretions, she pulled her hand out of his mouth and quickly replaced it with her own. Their tongues danced around each other as their arms wrapped around the other's body. Pent up desire and weakened passions were flowing through every touch and caress of their hands. They both realized just how much they had been missing each other's bodies, forgetting about their needs up until that moment. Pulling away with reluctance to catch her breath, Y/N looked up at the already disheveled looking male in front of her and smirked.

"Hop on top of the desk.......Sir." She whispered that last word in his ear, biting down at his earlobe.

His shivering body did not go unnoticed by her and she was more than delighted to watch as he practically cleared the desk, letting papers and other utensils scatter on the floor as he sat up on top of it. Reaching back inside her skirt, Y/N dragged her now soiled panties down her legs and set them off to the side, already knowing what she would do with them later. Climbing on top of Jongho's lap, she took hold of his cock one more time and began to pump him slowly, getting him worked up once more, his soft tender skin becoming erect and hard once again. Noticing the way his eyes peered at her slight cleavage, she used her free hand to unbutton her blouse before pulling her bra cups down enough for her breasts to pop out. Jongho swore he could cum at just the sight of them, nipples poking out and gleaming with the hints of milk oozing out.

"Suck on them. Drink mommy's milk up. After all, they're for daddy too." She encouraged him with a giggle.

His mouth devoured her breasts. He gnawed at the stiff buds of her nipples and suckled against her until her sweet nectar began trickling onto his tongue. Y/N arched her back and began spilling out erotic moans, teeth biting down occasionally at her lip as she couldn't handle the overwhelming pleasure of having her husband feed on her breast milk. Jongho was enjoying himself as well. She was moist to the point of being succulent. His tongue slipped against her fleshy mounds and he could feel himself choking on the rich taste she produced. The more he worked on sampling her flavor, the more she sighed and panted as she pushed her chest more out to him. All throughout this, her hand never stopped pumping at his length.

Jongho whined when she suddenly pushed his face off her chest, a tiny trail of milk being left on his lip. Gripping his base more firmly, she placed him right at her aching entrance and sunk down on him with no warning, causing his breath to hitch.

"I'm gonna fuck you Jongho. Fuck you til you're a crying mess to remind you who this dick belongs to. And you're gonna take it like the good slave you are. Got it?"

He nodded his head furiously, wanting nothing than to feel her take advantage of him, use him as she pleased. With an evil smile, she reached for the discarded panties she had momentarily forgotten about.

"Oh...and I guess we better keep quiet. I know I can keep it down. But you? You need a little help."

Jongho spewed out pornographic sounds as she stuffed his mouth with her panties. He could taste her sex on his tongue but he had no time to fully enjoy it when she suddenly began to bounce herself on his cock. When he tried to grip at her hips, she caught his wrists and slammed them down on the desk, his back hitting against the hard wood, but he didn't care. He was too immersed on the excruciating pleasure of having her tightness press around his cock. The desk underneath them rocked with every one of their sinful movements, no doubt alerting anyone within a few feet near the doorway, perhaps even further down. And that's what Y/N wanted. She wanted to make sure all the people outside finally understood that Choi Jongho was hers, hers only and no one else's. No one could ever take him away from her because she had him wrapped around her finger.

"Look at you, you look so pathetic. My dirty panties in your mouth, my hands keeping you from moving as I bounce myself on your cock."

Once again she felt the familiar twitch of his head warning her he was going to bust at any moment. It only fueled her to grind down on him harder.

"Who would have thought the powerful and mighty CEO would be nothing more than a little slut? Eager to get his dick wet enough to bend down to his assistant. You were so fucking easy my love."

Her mocking and teasing only helped in having him spasm underneath her, his orgasm ripping through his body in such an extreme manner he thought he would go insane. But Y/N didn't let him fully come down from his high when she began rutting herself once more on him, this time with more force and vigor that had Jongho crying out. His eyes began to became filled with tears, muffled pleading incoherent due to being gagged by her underwear. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, another orgasm was being forced out of him, his seed overflowing from inside Y/N's core that it began to cascade down into her inner thighs, droplets even falling onto the furniture underneath them.

"Even with your mouth occupied you still manage to be such a loud brat, I bet this entire floor can hear you. What? Is that what you want? Want all your employees to hear as I fuck you like my personal sex doll?"

Jongho's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he heard her words. He hated admitting it but having her degrade him, talk down to him and reduce him to nothing more than a pleasure toy never failed to make his toes curl.

"Maybe you do and that's fine. I want all of them, especially that little skank to hear as I ruin you. Let them know who's really in charge here."

Y/N's movements became more sloppy as she felt her own climax approaching, her walls squeezing unbearably down on Jongho's dick. Her breasts were jiggling with every move, adding more sensuality to the already wicked image of her riding her husband's body.

"Can you cum once more for mommy? I know you can. Daddy can definitely give mommy his cum one more time right?"

Jongho nodded, grumbling something that was not understandable. With a prideful look, Y/N raked her hands across his chest.

"Fill my pussy up once more love. Knock me up with another one of your kids. Wanna get pregnant once more by you. Fuck!"

She cursed loudly as she began shattering on top of him, chest heaving as she released her juices onto his thick cock, which was also pumping out the last remnants of his seed and coating her walls profusely. Jongho fell into a spiraling oblivion of pleasure, unable to feel anything but his throbbing dick pulsating around her heat as it milked him out of every last drop of his cum. He was in heaven, even if it was a sinful act they just committed.

Y/N let out a hiss as she pulled out of him, a long trail of sticky cum pouring onto the desk and even dropping onto the carpet. Her legs felt wobbly as she tried to walk, the numbness in her feet soon turning into a pins and needles sensation. Taking her panties off his mouth and stuffing them into his pocket, Jongho quickly fixed himself, zipping his pants back up and getting up just in time to catch his darling wife before she tumbled onto the floor

"It's ok my dear. I got you." He sweetly smiled at her and rubbed at her sore lower abdomen.

"I love you." She suddenly said.

Tilting her chin up, he kissed her temple.

"I love you more, so much more." He confessed.

"Enough to let me take the rest of the day off and go back home?" She made puppy eyes at him.

Jongho bursted out laughing at her question, nuzzling his nose against the crook of her neck.

"You're so funny babe.....nice try but no. We still have a meeting today." He reminded her, which earned him a huffing spouse.

"Have I ever mentioned I hate my boss?" She nudged him away, to which he snorted.

"Darling let's be real here. You're the real boss here. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

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[circethegoblin]

STAYING ALIVE MASTERPOST, FROM A BROKE TEEN WITH ADHD

here you go. some down to earth tips on how to not die metally nor physically.

tired of those "drink three liters of water everyday uwu" and "wake up at 5 am" and "buy a bath bomb and a fec mask and some other things you don't have the money for" shit? i'm here for ya.

1. NOT DYING

eat at least three meals a day, one of which m u s t be warm and above 300 kcal (it can be istant ramen with an egg added if you have to)

you technically should shower everyday, but we know how it is. A change of clothes is sometimes enough.

DRY SHAMPOO AND BABY WIPES!!!

keep bottles with water everywhere. On your desk, near that spot on the floor you always end up sitting on, near your bed, basically whenever you know you spend a lot of time. No need to get up and go to the kitchen will help. Obviously change the water in the bottles as often as you can.

Get some form of physical activity. It doesn't have to be much, you can for example replace scrolling on tiktok by walking around your room and scrolling on tiktok! Brilliant, isn't it? Obviously, running or doing those 10 minutes workouts from youtube is better, but you are still getting like an hour of walking.

Buy blankets. Steal blankets. Summon blankets from other dimensions. Just make sure you have a lot of warm, soft blankets in your house. You will thank me when you won't have the anergy to wash your sheets (just take them off and throw some blankets on your bed), or when the power goes out.

If you have pets, ALWAYS keep spare food that'll last for a week for them.

things to always have in the kitchen: milk, eggs, flour, rice, pasta, yeast, cheese, oil, a leafy vegetable, onions, tomatoes, apples, patatoes, some flavourful sauce, sugar, salt, spices and an emergency chocolate bar. You can make a lot of food with those. Just make sure you won't eat the chocolate too fast.

Have a lot of spare batteries. A lot.

Get urself a flashlight, a lighter, and a pocket knife.

Remember the apples? eat one a day. if you don't like apples or you can't eat them for any other reason, you can take a kiwi, banana, orange, basically something that will give you vitamins and non processed sugar.

do the dishes before your sink starts developing it's own ecosystem

drugs from that one guy around the corner = very bad time

2. NOT DYING INSIDE

Open the damn window.

Don't watch so many commentary videos. You are probably not even checking the sources, so you can easily make unjust judgement, and like. did you even hear of half of those people before?

make a discord server just for yourself. get into the habit of writing little things that happened to you there. rant about the fanfics you read. or the movies. vent there if you don't have anyone you can vent to. write your ideas there, write e v e r y t h i n g. make a section for passwords, for quick ideas, for your to do lists. you won't lose it as you do with sticky notes or notebooks. there is no risk anyone will see it. oh, and when you'll have a strong impulse to tell emily that you hate her? write that message in your private server and list all ur arguments. look at tat the next day and decide if you really mean that.

life sucks. come to peace with it.

cuddle ur pets if you have them

1 hour a day without a lot of sensory input. if you have to, reduce to half an hour.

if you find yourself scrolling endlessly through social media, make sure it's pintrest (just don't compare urself to the people here; if you have issues with that, tumblr may be better)

delete. twitter. from. your. phone.

influencers are lying to you; maybe not even intentionally. remember when you were watching that cute-aesthetic-productive morning routine, and you were wondering why your life isn't that pretty? why your room is a mess? why you cannot for the life of god be aesthetic 24/7? its the filter. don't worry about it, their lifes arent that nice either.

realize there's actually nothing stopping you from screaming as loud as you can right now. like there is no physical barrier. think about it. realize there's no actual physical barierr to many other things.

your body is your body. you can decide how it looks like; just remember it's in your greatest interest to keep it healthy.

3. BEING A LITTLE BETTER THAN JUST ALIVE

If you wear make up, take it off before you go to sleep.

moisturize your body; everything is better when your skin doesn't feel dry

have a one brand of cosmetics that you love and buy things mainly from it. they often have sets of products that complete each other. i like ziaja. it's a polish brand, it's surprisingly cheap and has nice quality

cleanser, moisturizer, face mist

of you can, change your sheets once every two weeks

do the dishes before your sink starts developing it's own ecosystem

do a deep house clean once a month (don't beat yourself up when you don't tho)

keep your workspace organized (it doesn't have to look organized to other people, remember)

sunscreen

cook your own food

keep a calendar

no money for scented candles? got ya. make a simmer pot: throw some apple peel, a couple of cinnamon sticks and whatever spices that smell good you have into a pot, add some water and simmer. boom. your house smells good, and you haven't spend 20 dollars.

If you really like candles, buy scented wax melts. it's cheaper.

Buy urself scented mists. they're pretty cheap and will make you feel A LOT better.

keep your clothes clean. if you aren't sure if that shirt thats on your chair is dirty or not, throw it in the washing mashine anyway. better be sure.

if you can, make your bed right when you get up

wear clothes that make you feel good. put some effort into your outfits. really.

4. OTHER PEOPLE

be nice to essential workers.

if you have money, give tips.

remember, you do not owe anyone love; it is not something you can force. even if they saved your life. even when they helped you in your darkest time. if you don't love them, you don't.

you don't have to be in a romantic relationship to be happy.

if you want to, date! date everyone! date girls, date boys, date nonbinary people! date people completly different than you, date people from different countries, date them!!! just make sure they're kind and won't kill you. even if you don't end up in a relationship, you can learn a lot.

don't be afraid to piss off people that deserve it

smile to strangers :)

5. NOT FAILING SCHOOL

heard of dark academia? check it out

romanticize the heck out of studying

do not let your studying be just reading the same partagraph over and over again. it won't work. believe me.

seterra for geography, quizlet for everything else

try to make yourself intrestet in whatever you are studying (watch veritasium, listen to podcasts about weird history facts)

notes are for you and you only; don't worry about them looking pretty. doodle on margins, make weird metaphors, squeeze in as much info as you can.

when you're studying, listen to music without words/in a language you don't understand.

chew gum while you study

get the forest app, get attached to the trees, focus.

don't feel guilty for taking breaks

grades aren't everything, but they are important.

eat something in school

don't just use the cheapest pens. invest a couple dollars in something that will make writing enjoyable and smooth

those study with me videos? they're great

if you like to argue with the teachers, take care of your grades becouse. they may not like you afterwards.

be nice to your classmates and help them with homework. if you don't do your homework they'll help you

executive dysfunction won't let you study? been there. sometimes it's better to wake up ealier tommorow and do that homework then.

don't feel guilty for failing a test

go to the goddamn class

don't pull all nighters oh my god don't especially on weekdays

6. OTHER LIFEHACKS

don't get involved in the crime, and if you do always have a believable explanation why you were doing it

have different alarm sounds for every day of the week

set a daily limit of money that you spend

great hobbies that don't require a lot of money; urban exploration, writing, hiking and learning other languages

thrift stores

don't eat grapefruits while on meds

nail polish removers dissolve most strong glues.

if you have a cut on your skin, desinfect it. do it. please just do it.

always have pads with you. even if you don't get periods, at least one of your friends probably does

sign up in your local library. its free

[writemekpop]

Artificial Lover (Part 1) | Nakamoto Yuta

Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Reader

Summary: A new technology lets you reconnect with your deceased lover, Yuta. But if you play with fire, you’re bound to get burnt...

Genre: Robot!Yuta, Angst 

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Sexual content, major character death

Gif: @nakamoto​

Part 1 ❤️ | Part 2​

The last thing you saw was Yuta’s blonde mop of hair. 

Then he burrowed under the blanket, dived between your legs and brought his lips to yours. 

You wanted this to be amazing. You wanted to squeeze your eyes shut, to arch your back and moan Yuta’s name. 

But it... wasn’t working. 

“Can you like, slow down a bit?” You grimaced. “No, not that much!” 

Yuta popped out from under the covers, his mouth gleaming but his eyes dull. “Guess I’m just a pretty face…” he sighed, shaking his head. 

You giggled. “Yeah, right. Without the ‘pretty’ part.”

“Hmm…” Yuta lay down next to you; you rested your head on his tattooed bicep. 

“I’m sorry babe. Try again tomorrow?” 

Taking a deep breath, you smiled. “Tomorrow.” 

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“How long does it take to charge a damn iPhone?” You stood by the plug socket in your cavernous kitchen, a nervous energy tingling through you.

Yuta was meant to be home from his tattoo parlour three hours ago – no, four. 

It was going to be fine. He probably had a perfectly reasonable excuse for being late. Heck, he’d probably walk in the door right now. 

Or, the voice in your head insisted, something has happened to him. 

Just when you thought you might throw up, your lock screen flashed on. Yes!

The texts you’d expected were all there. 

Hey bunny, traffic’s bonkers up here. Running late.

You grinned, your chest deflating in relief. 

So, when you heard the sharp knock on the door, you were sure that Yuta was home.

But as you approached the door, something caught your eye. The message was two and a half hours old. And Yuta hadn’t called or texted since. 

In fact, you were so distracted that you failed to notice the red and blue lights flashing through your window.  

Two solemn policewomen stood at the door.

“Are you Y/n?” one asked. She held her cap in her hands. 

You nodded. 

“I’m afraid we have some bad news. Your boyfriend, Yuta Nakamoto, was in a car accident this evening. He… died at the scene.” 

You slammed the door in their faces. 

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No one told you what it was like to lose everything. 

Yes, you’d expected the funeral - but they never told you what happened after. 

They never told you you’d have to clean his hair from the shower, his unwashed plates in the sink, reply to every person on his contact list to tell them that Yuta didn’t exist anymore. 

It was all too much. 

So when your sister’s wife, Blythe, called you up with a strange proposal, you were too exhausted to resist.  

It was 11pm. You were lying awake – of course – when your phone buzzed deafeningly.   

“Blythe?” you mumbled, your voice thick. 

“You miss him, right?” Her words tripped over each other.  

“It’s midnight, Blythe. Let’s talk in the morning....” You tried to put the phone down, but her voice grew more urgent. 

“Wait! I know something that can help.” She jumped at your silence. “This company – Neuro Computing Technology… they can bring Yuta back, in a way. It’s not really him, but a kind of… robot.” 

Your neck grew hot. “W-what do you mean, robot?” 

“Just check it out. I’m sorry, but I’ve- already bought you a subscription. The robot is coming next week.” 

You hung up before she could finish. How dare she assume you wanted some- some doll version of your dead boyfriend? 

This would not end well. But the idea of seeing Yuta one more time… how could you resist? 

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Just as the website said, you’d unpacked the human-sized doll and left it in the bath. 

Now, in your dark, echoing kitchen, with your dinner uneaten on your plate, you were waiting. 

Was that a floorboard creaking upstairs? No, you couldn’t bear the tension. It was time to go and check it out. 

Wiping your clammy palms on your jeans, you walked towards the stairs. 

Just then, you heard a thump on the top step. You looked up, and saw a bare foot peeking through the banisters. 

The foot grew into two legs. Then a slim beige hip. Then a chest. And then there weren’t any steps left and you couldn’t breathe and then- 

The man bared his teeth in his mad cat’s grin. “Can’t keep your eyes off me, can you?” 

Your eyes rove across his body. His dark skin was dripping wet, the tattoos turning it into a spider’s web of black ink. 

You examined his smooth chest, the lean muscle on his stomach, the trail of hair that led down to his…

Oh! He was stark naked. 

You flicked your eyes back up, neck hot, even though this wasn’t him, just some life-sized doll made of plastic and metal. 

“You look just like him,” you breathed. 

The not-Yuta winked. “And you look damn ugly when you cry.”

You chuckled, wiping away the tear you hadn’t even noticed was there. That sounded like Yuta, alright. You traced your fingers over his muscled arms, his smooth square nails. His skin was warm, soft… utterly human. 

“Every pore, e-every hair, it’s all there,” you exclaimed.

“I posted every inch of my body on my tattoo Instagram. Talk about an ego,” he said. Something about the way the robot talked gnawed at you. 

Your heart screamed to a stop. “There – Yuta had a birth mark right there!” 

Your hand parked on the right side of the robot’s waist. Where a perfect heart-shaped birthmark had once been, there was blank skin. 

“If I didn’t post it on social media, it’s not there…” he said. 

Then, it hit you. “Stop saying I! You’re not him!” Stupidly, tears flooded the back of your eyes.  

He paused. “I’m sorry, it will take time for us to get to know each other. Is ‘he’ better?” he murmured. He wasn’t even angry, or sad… just silent. Classic Yuta – you never could get a rise out of him. 

“I don’t know. I’m sorry, this is all a bit much,” you murmured. 

You wrapped your arms around him, tight, pressing your wet cheek against his neck. You closed your eyes, and for a perfect second, the car crash never happened, and you were safe again.

A sudden urge flushed through your body. Slowly, you rose onto your tip toes and angled your mouth towards him.  

Then you kissed his lips. They were soft like marshmallow, rimmed with the stubble that Yuta thought looked tough but actually looked like a 14-year-old boy’s. You never had the heart to tell him.  

As you released his lips to breathe, he threaded his fingers in your hair. You leaned into his shoulder, never wanting to let go. 

He whispered something that threw you off guard.

“Don’t cry, koneko.” 

Your heart squeezed. Kitten. That was what Yuta always called you when you cried. 

“H-how did you know that?” you whispered. You felt the robot’s neck tense to speak, but stopped him. “Wait – don’t answer that.” 

You hugged him again. “I missed you, Y-yuta. So damn much.” 

“Can we save the reunion for later? I’m naked here… my balls are kind of freezing off.” 

You slapped him on the shoulder, chuckling. “You always knew how to ruin the moment, didn’t you?” 

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Three glasses of wine later, you were sitting, facing the robot on your bed. Maybe your blood was running hot and you couldn’t touch your finger to your nose right now, but what was the use in waiting?

Unlike that thing, you were only young once. 

You clasped Yuta’s face close in second kiss, knotting his stringy blonde hair around your fingers, tasting the alien sweetness on his lips. 

Boy, was he a good kisser. Better than the real Yuta. You chided yourself for thinking it.  

You pulled away. This used to be your favourite sight of all – a pair of red lips painted outside Yuta’s real ones, his eyes hazy with desire. 

But the robot was the opposite. He was blank. Unaffected. Sure, he wore his signature devilish grin, but that was how you looked at your sister. Not the girlfriend you were about to have sex with.

Calibration issues, that’s all. 

You pulled off your top, feeling the rush of cool air. You looked mind-blowing topless. You knew that. 

But there was no gasp of pleasure. Yuta’s eyes were dead as ever.

You squeezed your arms together, pushing your chest into focus; that always worked. Still nothing. “Look, Yuta. You’re hurting my self-esteem, here!”

The robot cocked his head to the side. “Yuta didn’t post about his sexual responses…” 

You were the world’s biggest idiot. “So, is that it?”

The robot paused, pouting out his lips just like Yuta would. “Well, there is something we’re still beta-testing. It’s not perfect, but if you want…”

“Just do it.” Heat flashed over your neck. 

The robot raked his hand through his hair – just like Yuta would – then crawled slowly towards you on the bed, smirking. Suddenly, he wasn’t apathetic at all. He was almost hilariously passionate. 

Yuta’s eyes were pure, unadulterated blackness. He slammed his mouth to yours, catching you mid gasp, grounding his fingers in your hair. 

As his lips ripped a trail of fire down your neck, you realised that this was not the man who’d left you crying just weeks before. 

This was much, much better.

Read part 2 here. 

[skellebonez]

(kicks door down) INVERTED AU WITH PROMPT 72, SPECIFICALLY WITH MK

I’m not going to write out the ENTIRE TikTok so just. Watch an enjoy the madness that is B Dylan Hollis. It will make this fill so much more entertaining.

Don’t you dare.

Had it not been even a few weeks ago things would be almost completely on their normal “regular day with no special plans” schedule. Wake up, work, hang out with Pigsy and Tang, get Mei to have some fun, run off to Mount Huaguo for training with Sun Wukong, make sure the immortal Monkey King is taking care of himself, go home and sleep (a few gaps between each in case he needed to chuck a water bottle or granola bar at any of his friends and make sure they weren’t overworking themselves and if he came across anyone who needed his special brand of, as Macaque once called it, “aggressive self care affection”).

But no. Oh no. This was not a few weeks ago.

This was now, not even a month after the Lunar New Year Festival. Not even a month after he was finally introduced to the rest of Spider Queen’s family- plus one not so accidental addition who had decided it would be a fantastic idea to experiment on himself for funsies and “oops all spiders”.

Said addition stood, or rather half stood and half reclined on the mechnical legs protruding from his back, diligently typing away at his computer. The same computer he hadn’t stepped away from except to take a shower earlier in the day.

17 hours ago.

“Syntax,” MK said with the most gentle warning tone he could muster... which, to anyone unfamiliar with MK would sound like he spoke the human turned spider demon’s name like a threat. “Please tell me you have eaten more than a single calorie bar today.”

“I have eaten more than a single calorie bar today,” the scientist assured with a barely thrown over his shoulder smile in the younger man’s direction.

“Ok g-”

“I ate 2.”

The proud look on Syntax's face, as if he had figured out the loophole to end all loopholes, was a stark contrast to MK's expression of angry horror.

"You can't just eat TWO CALORIE BARS, Syntax!" He shouted, grabbing the scientist by his lab coat sleeve before starting to drag him out of the laboratory. If anyone was there to witness this they would find this feat impressive given how Syntax dug his mechanical legs into the floor in protest.

"I have survived on these so far and I will conti-"

"Survived, yeah, as a human," MK noted as he realized the other was simply allowing him to lead him along without a fight in the least. "But you're a spider demon... cyborg... guy now, you need more sustenance than that. And you needed more before!"

"3 bars?"

"NO MORE OF THE FUCKING BARS!"

The moment Syntax shrunk back in reaction to MK’s yelling the Monkie Kid took his chance and gripped the scientist’s sides and tossed the man over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before breaking out into a sprint down the halls of Spider Queen’s lair.

“Don’t you dare!” Syntax yelped, attempting to free his arms or move his spider legs but gave up on the later and instead retracted them out of fear he might accidentally harm his captor. “I have work to finish, young man!”

“You can’t finish if you die of malnutrition, I’m teaching you how to cook!”

As they ran toward the entrance they passed Spider Queen who, upon realizing what was happening, gave them a calm wave and a smile.

“Make sure to have him back in time for you to get home before dark, MK!”

“EVEN MY QUEEN IS BETRAYING ME!”

~

Syntax eventually gave in. After all, despite his new enhancements he was still no match for the sheer strength of the Monkey King himself in the hands of a very determined young man with a hard line stance on self care.

And somehow this man decided he should be deposited in... his kitchen.

In front of a phone set up like... a camera.

Huh.

“Uh-”

“Hold that thought!” MK said, positioning Syntax just out of sight as he grabbed a cook book and hit record. “A bean PIE from the 1920s! Today we’re doing something different-” he reached over and grabbed Syntax’s arm, pulling him into frame without even a single change in his expression. “Today I have an assistant because SOMEONE doesn’t know how to EAT NUTRITION and needs more Vitamin B.”

As he let go of the scientist’s arm he turned to him, face as serious as a miscalculated formula when a project was due in 1 hour.

“OK, you’re the science dude. Let me tell you something from experience,” MK grabbed the cook book, holding it up. “Cooking IS science. And this science insists that BEANS can be made into a PIE which I think is bullshit and I am going to prove on camera. Until you learn how to eat things that aren’t instant bars, you are going to join me on my cooking science experiments. Understood?”

Truth me told, Syntax didn’t see the appeal in cooking. It was far too much hassle for something as basic as nutritional supplements you could acquire from far easier means that did not involve making a mess you had to clean up later... but...

The idea that cooking could be a science... that he had never considered before. And MK seemed to be pretty well convinced that he was correct in this assertion. This was part of why Syntax had, for a while now, considered reaching out to him with an offer of becoming his assistant. His tenacity and determination was something that was a great asset in the field of scientific discovery after all! And well...

If making a weird pie could get him into the young man’s good graces...

“Where do we start?”

~

MK held up a bowl of beans to the camera. “Now these took a long bath last night-” he turned to Syntax. “-I’ll splice in some footage from earlier here later-TIME TO COOK EM!”

~

“The pot,” Syntax noted, pointing to the pot on MK’s stove that had begun to over boil.

“AAGH!” MK yelped, sliding over from where he was grabbing his mixer. “BEAN REBELLION!”

~

“Eggie,” MK chuckled out, cracking an egg into the mixing bowl with the rest of the ingredients.

“How many eggs does it call for?” Syntax asked, trying to make sense out of the madness he was being witness to.

“How many? I don’t know, it just says EGGS.” MK gestured to the cookbook before them as if it has just insulted Pigsy himself to MK’s face.

~

“FORE!” MK yelled, closing his eyes and turning on the blender as Syntax held a frying pan in front of himself in preparation for disaster.

And disaster came... just not in the way either expected, as the blender sputtered and just.... stopped.

“... did you just kill my blender?” MK turned the knob on it, shaking it and tapping it gently. “HELLO?”

He shook it harder, twisting and turning the knob on the front wildly before he broke down into laughter. “THE BEANS KILLED MY BLENDER.” MK crossed his arms on the counter, laying his head down on them as he devolved into equally amused and annoyed cackles. “This has never happened before, how the hell!?”

“Well...” Syntax looked around, finding an induction blender sitting half buried on the opposite side of the counter. “Will this work?”

~

Finally. After waiting for the pie to bake. It was done.

A piece sat on a plate before both men, looking both intimidating and somehow delectable at the same time. But both were well away this concoction was primarily sugar, cinnamon, and BEANS. They looked at each other for a moment before nodding, each taking a fork full of the pit before shoving it into their mouths expecting the worst.

MK looked at Syntax as they chewed. Then the camera. Then he started to laugh through his bite as Syntax’s face went on a journey from “this tastes good” to “HOW THE FUCK DOES THIS TASTE GOOD”.

“Nothing makes sense anymore,” he moaned, gesturing to the pie slice before him as he began to laugh in disbelief.

“WHY ARE YOU GOOD?” Syntax asked, shaking his plate slightly. “You have a bag of BEANS in you!”

MK laughed harder, needing to put his plate on the counter as he needed to hold his sides from the pain of trying not to laugh louder than he was.

“This is like if tomato soup made a cake that tasted like chocolate!”

“I-It!” MK wheezed, holding up one hand to get the scientist’s attention. “It has!”

“I’M SORRY- WHAT!?”

~

“Yes? Oh, that’s fine dear! Yes, as long as he has somewhere to sleep and I know where he is- ... yes, we would love to try some when you escort him home tomorrow! Thank you, take care now,” Spider Queen said, smiling as she hung up the cell phone that Pigsy and Tang had no kindly helped her acquire.

“So, uh...” Huntsman asked, rubbing the back of his neck in concern and confusion. “What’s up?”

“Syntax will be spending the evening with MK!” She announced, smiling wide. “He’s taken up an interest in baking, apparently. Something about needing to unlock the secrets of tomato soup and beans.”

[jkstompers]

don’t go | jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

summary: you and jungkook were simply roommates, nothing more than that. no matter how much you wanted to get to know him, jungkook always left before you were able to get any deeper than two weeks into his past. 

word count: 3.3K 

genre: roommates, established friendship, hidden feelings, angst, slight fluff

warnings: none! :) (except maybe some typos...ignore that...haha...)

author’s note: yes hi hello! i’m so sorry i haven’t posted in so long AND I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THIS FIC THE DAY AFTER VALENTINES UGH!! I’M SLACKING, I’M SORRY!! i’ve been writing but i don’t have the motivation to finish and ugh it’s a mess in my brain right now. this fic i was able to finish though! hopefully u enjoy it ♡(ŐωŐ人) please let me know what u think! sorry again for being so inactive T口T. 

side note: this is how i imagined jungkook in this fic! his pink sweater and long hair (╯°▽°)╯ ┻━┻ .crying. 

also banner picture cred: here <3

“welcome home roomie! how was your month long vacation from me this time?” you greet jungkook when he walks into the kitchen for breakfast. he just came back last night from one of his month long rendezvous that occur way too often in your opinion. jungkook would disappear and reappear every other week or so. he never told you where he went and you never really found yourself dedicated enough to find out. 

“fun,” he answers flatly, “and to be specific, it was only two weeks.” he clarifies the time he spent away, sitting down at the island and surveying the food you laid out. you outdid yourself this morning, an array of different breakfast foods. “you made all of this?” 

you nod, “they were about to go bad, so you better finish all of it.” 

he sends you a half smile, teetering on a smirk as he takes the plate you hand him. “you doing anything today?” he asks. his fork stabs through two pancakes and moves them to his plate, shoveling bacon and eggs onto there as well. 

“on this fine sunday? sadly, no, just some homework i need to finish.” you sigh, taking a sip from your glass of water. your seat is to the right of jungkook, at the head of the island. it’s now that you really take your time to look at him. his morning look in all it’s glory. a face swollen and hair messy in the cutest way. it wasn’t fair that he was attractive during times when you’re supposed to look unattractive. his hair has grown a little longer since you last saw him, the ends of his hair touching the apples of his cheeks now. speaking of his cheeks, he stuffs them full of food and chews, his eyes wandering around the apartment until he makes contact with yours. catching you staring. 

he swallows, bringing his glass of water to his lips before speaking again, “my face that interesting to you?” the question comes with a piece of pancake on his fork, offering it to you.  

like a reflex, you open your mouth to accept the pancake. but you scrunch your nose at the remark he made, “you look different.” 

the statement is meant to be innocent, speaking of the way his hair is a little longer and how you notice a new tattoo gracing his arm. but jungkook seems to take it a little deeper, your words ringing in his head. different? does that mean you look at him different? is he prettier now? uglier? what do you mean by that? 

“do you want to go grocery shopping later?” he asks. hoping you didn’t notice the long pause he took to overthink. 

“sure,” you shrugged. a small bubble of excitement forming in your stomach. “we’re out of ice cream anyway.” you try to carry a nonchalant reaction when nods. 

when the two of you finished filling your bellies, jungkook helped you wash the dishes and clean everything up. the feeling of having him around makes you feel at ease. you wish it was like this more often. for the past two years jungkook had been your roommate, he paid his dues, cleaned his messes, and kept you company from time to time. when he wasn’t there (which was ⅔ of the time) it didn’t feel right. it would feel colder in the apartment, even if the heater was turned up. just...empty. sometimes you wished his socks or hoodies were left lying around the apartment for you to pick up and bicker with him about. rather, he cleaned every spot, no laundry to pick up, no spills to wipe, nothing. leaving no signs that he lived here at all. 

“nap for a little bit and then we’ll go?” jungkook asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. you nod, telling him to wake you up when it was time to go. 

you felt a warm hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you awake. your eyes open to see jungkook in front of you, pink sweater and black hair, contrasting perfectly in the sun that’s shining through your window. “let’s go now,” he says. 

you nod, getting up from your bed and stretching as you walk over to your closet, grabbing a sweater to wear. jungkook offers to drive, you sit in the passenger seat, mind focused on what you had to buy for the house. you make it to the store and grab a cart, jungkook following behind you, “do you need anything?” you ask. 

“some shampoo and conditioner,” he answers. you nod, moving to the bath section and waiting as jungkook chooses his items. the rest of the trip consists of you and jungkook asking each other if you needed said thing for the apartment. “we have to get more blankets,” he declares as you pass the home goods section, grabbing a fluffy blanket.

you scold him, “we have too many blankets, put it back.” he presses his lips into a tight line, showing his dissatisfaction. you both continue to walk around a little longer, moving to the food section. “see, this is what we need!” you pull out the cookie dough tub. 

“dough?” he snorts, taking a look at the bucket as you hold it. 

“it’s ready to eat cookie dough! no salmonella for us!” you smile, dropping it into your cart. jungkook doesn’t say anything after that, you knew he wanted the cookie dough too, you were just taking one for the team. 

walking a little further into the food section, jungkook taps your shoulder, pointing to the other side of the freezers. “ice cream?” 

“oh, yeah,” you nod, pushing the cart that way. you pull the vanilla ice cream out and place it in the cart, jungkook furrows his eyebrows. 

“vanilla? out of all the flavors here? really?” he stares at you, a serious look on his face. you can’t help but start laughing, his face breaks, a small smile appearing on his face but he tries to get back to a serious expression. 

“it’s good! and you can eat it with the cookie dough,” you reason. jungkook rolls his eyes, you always seem to find a way to stump him, he can never argue with you for too long, you’re just too good of a talker. he takes out a mint chocolate tub from the freezer. you don’t say anything but your face scrunches, visibly disapproving.

“don’t start, i will argue for mint chocolate until the store closes.” he warns. you decide to stay quiet, a smile cemented on your face as you make it to check out. the rest of the trip goes smoothly from there, picking up some food on the way home and then making it back to the apartment. 

the two of you decide to do some things on your own when you got home. jungkook had to clean his room and do some laundry while you had to finish your homework. a period of comfortable silence fills the apartment, unlike the cold silence that you were terribly used to. you couldn’t have felt any more content than how you feel now. 

a few hours pass before jungkook finishes his chores, you were finished with your work and were now scheduling your next week. he peeks his head into your room, coughing to get your attention. your head turns at the sound, “movie?” he suggests. 

you smile, standing from your desk. the two of you travel to the couch and plop down on the seats, your hand reaching out to the coffee table for the remote. “which one?” you ask, turning the tv on and clicking random buttons that bring you to netflix. 

“that blue one, with the blonde.” he points as you scroll through the selections. 

“mamma mia?” you snort. 

“looks interesting,” he shrugs. unfolding the blanket and splaying it over the both of you. the first fifteen minutes of the movie plays before both you and jungkook start getting hungry. a rock, paper, scissors game ensues to figure out who’s gonna get up to get the snacks. you lose, 2 to 1. 

you grumble, pulling the warm blanket off of you and moving to the kitchen. taking a bag of chips out, some candy that you had in the pantry, and then the tub of ready to eat cookie dough out of the fridge. the weight of it proving you to be one of the weakest human beings. the tub practically slams onto the counter. the lid once again proving that your strength was not that of thor’s. “jungkook!” you shout from the kitchen. 

“what?” he yells back. 

you try once more to pry the lid open, but to no avail. so you shout once again, “help me open the cookie dough!” 

you hear jungkook groan, but nevertheless he comes into the kitchen, his face silently asking what you need him to do. you show him that the lid is basically stuck and he takes it from you, trying to take the top off but he seems to struggle as well. “here, you hold and i pull,” he suggests, holding onto the lid as you hold onto the bucket part. something told you this wasn’t going to work, maybe you should have left it out to thaw first before you tried to open it. 

if someone were to walk in, the two of you would look ridiculous, but the cookie dough gives after a minute or so of pulling. the effort makes both you and jungkook stumble onto the kitchen floor. both of your laughs overlapping each other. you hold the cookie dough, “let’s stay here first, i’m tired.” your breathing is exaggerated to add effect. 

he grins, moving to grab two spoons before sitting down next to you, against the cabinets on the floor. he sticks the two spoons into the cookie dough, the two of you start digging in. “you know what would be perfect with this right now?” jungkook sits up, standing again and moving to the freezer. you raise an eyebrow, wondering what he’s got in mind. “your vanilla ice cream,” he pulls the tub out. 

“and to think you were making fun of me in the store for it,” you narrow your eyes, taking the ice cream from him. jungkook stands above you, smiling at the way you remain on the ground instead of going back to the couch in the living room. nevertheless, he joins you with his spoon in hand. 

he watches as you scoop from the container, over exaggerating a shiver when you put it in your mouth. “cold?” he asks, but you shake your head. he looks over to your arm, your goosebumps raising. “liar,” he snorts, taking off his hoodie and handing it to you. 

you give him a puzzled look, “i can just get my own—” 

“just take it,” he cuts you off, throwing the jacket into your arms. secretly, you smile to yourself, throwing the hoodie over your head and sliding it on. it smells just like him, an overbearing scent that you’ve found comforting these days. a sudden warmth rushes over you. 

the sound of the tv is in the background of your conversation, but you only pay attention to jungkook, the man who’s digging into your vanilla ice cream and feeding it to you. “you like feeding your roommates or something?” you mumble as you eat the cold cream. 

he shakes his head, a smile on his face. “you’re the first roommate i’ve had.” 

you raise your eyebrows, “like ever?” he nods. “makes sense, you don’t know proper roommate etiquette, because you’re never here,” you snort. it was a joke, but it was true. you were projecting your upset through the statement. he is never here, and you just wanted to know why. did he not like being around you? is he just using this place to shower and store his things? was that it? 

jungkook doesn’t reply to your remark. completely disregarding it when he speaks again, “yeah, i’ve lived on my own before i moved in here, i moved around a lot.” 

“why?” you ask. jungkook never answered ‘why’ questions. always said that it was never your business, that you were always so nosy. 

but this time he sighs, “not really sure.” his spoon stabbing into the cookie dough, scraping the sides for the softer dough. “never really had a reason to stay.” 

that was the most you’ve ever heard from him. no matter how much you wanted to ask why he stayed here, why he stayed with you. you knew that maybe it was pushing a little too far. one question at a time, baby steps, you tell yourself. 

but you couldn’t help but think— wish that you could be a reason to make him stay. 

“must be tiring,” you comment, taking a scoop of dough for yourself. he doesn’t reply after that, instead just smearing some of the dough on your cheek and nose. a gasp leaves your throat, wiping the stickiness from your face and transferring it to his. “you’re gonna give me acne,” you groan. 

“oh relax, i’ll help you wash it off.” he smiles as he stands up, holding his hand out for you to take. he sets the ice cream on the counter, you copy with the cookie dough. both of you travelling to the sink to wash your hands and your faces. jungkook dries his face off and stands by, watching as you splash water on your face. you miss a spot on your cheek, which he helps you wipe off. his thumb coming up and swiping against the dough. his hand is warm, if it were there any longer, you would have leaned into his touch. 

after you both dried your faces off, you both agreed that you’ve consumed enough cookie dough and ice cream for the night. after returning them to the fridge, you make your way back to the couch. the movie almost over, nearing the ending scenes when you sit down. jungkook chooses another movie, legally blonde. “lots of blonde today, thinking of bleaching your hair?” you joke, throwing a blanket on the both of you. 

“you read my mind.” he gasps sarcastically. 

another comfortable silence falls in between you both, the sound of elle woods speaking replaces your conversation with each other. you turn and watch as jungkook’s focus remains solely on the tv. you lean back into the couch, smiling to yourself. there was a bittersweet feeling to this moment. you were happy that jungkook was here, but something felt off. you felt yourself getting lonely. you feel this way every time jungkook is about to leave, it’s like you have a warning signal. like that one time last year where jungkook left for two months, december and january, the two most festive months of the year. you were out buying christmas decorations when you felt something inside of you grow cold. it’s when you got in your car that you saw his text. 

[7:58 pm] jungkook: *jeon jungkook has sent you $1,000* 

[7:58 pm] jungkook: ^^ for rent

[8:21 pm] you: leaving again? 

[8:23 pm] jungkook: yeah

[8:24 pm] you: when r u coming back 

[8:24 pm] you: i just bought christmas decor :( 

[8:25 pm] jungkook: :( sorry 

[8:26 pm] jungkook: also not sure

[8:26 pm] jungkook: i’ll be back to see them though! promise. i’ll help you take them down too 

with that, you went home and decorated the apartment with a christmas tree, a snowman, and stockings with yours and jungkook’s initials hanging below the tv on the wall. waiting patiently all december and the first two weeks of january to see if jungkook would ever come back to see how cute you made the apartment. 

he never did. 

rather, he came back the end of january, when all the festivities were done and the decorations were down. 

“where are the decorations?” he asks, shrugging off his jacket and walking into the kitchen. 

you rolled your eyes, picking up your mug of hot tea. “took them down myself, didn’t think you were coming back.” after that you moved into your room, watching tv and sulking to yourself. sure, you were upset but you shouldn’t have expected anything more from him. it’s become one of the only personality traits that you see in him: ghosting you and coming back like nothing happened. plus, it’s not like he owed you an explanation. you and jungkook were simply roommates, nothing more than that. no matter how much you wanted to get to know him, jungkook always left before you were able to get any deeper than two weeks into his past. 

you close your eyes and shake off the memory. breaking the silence when you speak, “you’re leaving soon, aren’t you?” 

his gaze moves away from the tv. his eyes meeting yours, “why do you say that?” 

you break eye contact before you shrug, “i can always feel it.” 

he doesn’t say anything after, letting you wallow in the feeling washing over you once again. jungkook was leaving again and he knew you knew. there was nothing he could say, because what did you want to hear? that he’ll stay? maybe it was because it’s only been a day, and he’s already leaving. the whole thing makes your head ache. the both of you continue to watch the movie until the end, the clock striking four in the morning. jungkook turns the tv off when you yawn. 

“tired?” he asks. you nod, standing from the couch and turning off the lights. he follows suit, stretching and trailing you down the hall. you walk into your room and lay on your bed, jungkook stays at your door, turning your light off before softly saying, “goodnight.” and then closing your door. 

sometime in the morning, around seven or eight, you feel your bed dip beside you. it’s jungkook, you can tell by the smell of his body wash. a strong fruit smell that always feels like it burns your nose. you’re barely awake, your head still lightly aching. your droopy eyelids beckon you to sleep. jungkook doesn’t say anything, instead just sitting there. 

in his head he’s saying something, apologizing to you for all the times he left you alone in this big apartment. you must have felt so alone, probably scared too. he’s too much of a coward to say it out loud. so for now, in his head, he repeats the apologies over and over again. 

“sweet dreams,” jungkook says. rising from your bed. you can feel it, the comforting weight next to you as you fall back asleep disappears. 

you blame your drowsiness for the way you reach out for his arm, gently holding his hand. he stutters in his step, looking back to you and your connected hands. “don’t go,” you mumble, eyes still closed. 

and for once. jungkook hesitates. for a split second, he wonders how it’ll feel to stay with you. 

but he doesn’t know. and he’ll never know. because in the next minute, he’s slipping his hand away from yours and grabbing his bag. walking out the door. again. 

in the morning you wake to an empty apartment. jungkook’s door is closed and it’s just you again. your feet pad against the cold floor into the kitchen, a paper on the island catching your attention. 

jungkook’s handwriting is specific, you could tell the marks apart from someone else’s. a smile spreads across your face when you read the note. terribly, your heart pounds and your cheeks flush. 

be back in two weeks. 

was supposed to be gone the entire month, but i wanted to stop by and see you. 

sorry i only stayed for a day. 

didn’t say it yesterday, but happy valentine’s day. there’s something in the fridge for you. 

take care. 

Xx, J. 

[mystic-deep]

“Whipped Cream” - Part 3 | Nanami Kento fem!reader

♡ ♡ ♡ description: Taking cooking classes seemed like a nice way to relax and sharpen your skills, too bad the teacher hates you.

♡ ♡ ♡ warnings: nsfw, explicit content not suitable for minors, oral-giving and receiving, fingering

♡ ♡ ♡ notes: Part 3 took forever because of a busy week, I really apologize for that! Part 4 will come out sooner, hopefully tomorrow if everything goes well haha. As always, please excuse any mistakes!

♡ ♡ ♡ previous parts: Part 1, Part 2

♡ ♡ ♡ word count: 2.6k

Saturday at 5 PM, you stared at the message so many times it felt like it was imprinted in your retina. Just the day and the hour, because he must have thought that no other details were necessary.

You couldn’t concentrate the whole day and because of that you ended up messing your end of the week report. That translated in staying overtime and missing your Friday cooking class. When you sent Nanami a message telling him you probably couldn’t make it, he bluntly replied that you need to contact their secretary because she is the one who handles the schedule. Funny, he had no problem contacting you when it came to setting up a meeting for that lesson.

You were so tired when you reached your apartment that you didn’t even bother with dinner, you just took a shower and rolled into bed. Despite your hard day, you simply couldn’t fall asleep. What in God’s given name made you think you could pull this off? Starting an affair with your teacher, like some high school fantasy, except you weren’t a teen anymore and you knew the consequences. On the other hand, you were both adults and it’s not like a relationship between the two of you would be so scandalous. Except, this wasn’t a relationship, and you needed to remind yourself that.

Sleep finally took hold of you and you woke up on Saturday morning feeling like you had wrestled a bear. So much for a good night sleep to help with your complexion. You had cancelled all previous plans you had for the day, despite the whining of your best friend whom you were supposed to meet in the afternoon, and focused on getting ready for your lesson. You weren’t this nervous even on the day of your prom.

Bath, scrub, face mask, the whole deal and you hoped his dick was worth all this effort. When it came to clothes, obviously you chose a skirt this time around, because weren’t you such a nice girl, and a light coloured buttoned shirt. You wanted something simple, classy, that fitted your body well enough but wouldn’t scream ‘I want you to fuck me on your desk’, although that was the plan.

When it was nearly a quarter past 4, you grabbed your bag, coat and car keys and headed out the door. The car ride took longer than usual, due to the whole Saturday traffic, and you were starting to get impatient.

If you had any confidence that you could actually pull this off, it all disappeared the second you set foot in the elevator that would lead you to the lobby. Seeing your reflection in the metal doors made everything feel very real and you actually thought of turning back. Yet as the doors opened, you stepped out and took a deep breath. At the end of the day you were also here to learn what you had missed on the previous classes, thus you could just do that and refuse the extra lesson.

With that thought in mind, and new found confidence, you moved towards the reception desk, surprised that you didn’t find anyone there. Actually, the whole place looked empty, such a contrast from the busy week days.

You walked to your classrooms and when you reached the door you gave it a light knock.

“Come in.”

Nanami’s voice startled you, as though you were surprised that he was actually there. You opened the door slowly and peeked inside, finding him reading the newspaper with his glasses on. The image kind of shocked you, it seemed so domestic that your mind couldn’t help but wonder how he would look sitting like this at your kitchen table, early in the morning, with his blond hair slightly messy, a large cup of steaming coffee in front of him. You shook your head, pushing such silly thoughts aside. Daydreaming of something that will never happen wouldn’t do you any good.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Don’t be silly.” He took off his reading glasses and folded the newspaper neatly. “You are surprisingly on time for once.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment before stepping inside and closing the door.

“Place feels kind of empty.”

“That’s because I don’t have my employees work on weekends.” His what now? Seeing your surprised expression he continued. “I own this school.” Well that explained the expensive car.

“Now then, let’s not waste anymore time, we have two recipes we need to make.” With that said, you put your apron on and work began.

For almost an hour and a half you worked on your Paris Brest and then on the perfect poached eggs. It made quite a difference to have such a skilled cook by your side giving you instruction left and right. His attitude was different from your previous classes but maybe this was also because this time you were keen to listen and learn.

It was quite a nice atmosphere and you felt yourself relax while doing what you enjoyed most. Time seemed to pass by in an instant and now your dessert was in the fridge while the two eggs that you had made were eaten with toasted English muffins that Nanami had baked himself earlier that day.

After everything was done, you two began to clean the dishes. He explained that the cleaning lady that usually took care of them at the end of every class will only be back on Monday morning and he didn’t want to leave them in the sink.

“Seems everything is in order now.” He placed the very last bowl in the cabinet before turning to look at you. “I think it’s time we start our extra lesson.”

You stood there, almost petrified, as his hands reached for your apron and slowly took it off. A mix of emotions washed over you as he took you gently by the wrist and you followed him into the nearby office.

With a click, the door was locked and his lips were now hungrily devouring yours. You leaned back on the closed door as your arms wrapped around his shoulders for support. Your worries seemed to disappear as his hands began to trace every single curve of your body. When he pulled away from the kiss you were both out of breath, a glimpse of hunger reflecting in your eyes.

“Are you sure about this?” He looked at you with just a hint of concern and you nodded shortly. You wanted this, no doubt about it, but would you be able to handle the consequences?

“Why me?” Your words took him by surprise and he pulled away just slightly.

“Why not you?”

“I’m not joking, I need to know-”

“If you can trust me?” He let out a small chuckle and his hand gently caressed your cheek. “You remind me of someone. I felt it the second I saw you in my class and if life taught me anything is that I shouldn’t ignore my instinct.” With that he pulled away and reached for the door knob.

“I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with, I’ve told you that last time. You can just walk out the door and-” He didn’t get to finish his sentence, your hands grabbing the collar of his white shirt, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

Every single part of you wanted him. You wanted to know how he felt like, how he tasted like, you wanted him to know what you tasted like. You didn’t bother asking him whom you reminded him of, it didn’t matter. This wasn’t going to be a relationship, no point in complicating things.

“Well, you sure answered my question.” He looked amused when you finally pulled away, yet that amusement was quickly replaced by a serious expression.

“Tell me you want this.”

“I want this.”

“Did you already forget the rules?”

“I really want this...sir.”

With a quick movement he pulled you to the couch. He positioned your body so that your hands were gripping the back pillows while your knees were resting on the cushion. His hands came from behind to cup your breasts and he began to massage them gently through the fabric.

“I see you chose to wear a skirt today. Isn’t it a bit chilly outside?” He seemed amused as his right hand rested between your thighs while the left continued to knead your chest. His hands were quite skilful, just a few touches and you could already feel your panties sticking to your wet core.

“I’m giving you extra points for wearing something that would give me...easier access.” His hand ventured furthered up your thigh and brushed against the fabric of your panties, making you shudder from head to toe. God, he was moving so slow, it was almost torture.

Just as you were about to ask him to touch you more, he retrieved his hand and practically ripped your shirt opened. He harshly pulled on your bra, releasing your breasts before cupping them and twisting your nipples between his fingers. The movements were so sudden that you let out a shriek, a feeling of painful delight washing over you.

“Not so loud.” He whispered in your ear, voice low and filled with lust. You wondered if there were other people in the building. He said that the other employees didn’t work on weekends but you were sure there must have been security guards. You needed to keep your voice down no matter how much you wanted to scream his name.

His hands left your breasts, moving down to grip your waist before moving down further at the hem of your skirt. He pulled the material up to reveal your ass and you felt your face turning bright red. You turned to look at him and caught his hungry expression as his eyes were fixed on your clothed crotch.

“Pulled them down.” You blinked, your mind not being able to register his words. “Pull your panties down.” You sucked in a breath and with shaking hands you let go of the couch frame before moving to pull your panties down to your knees.

The cold air from the room made you shiver, or was it perhaps the way he was now inspecting you with his eyes. You never felt more exposed, sitting with your legs spread, pussy twitching hoping for any kind of attention from his part. As though he could read your mind, he parted your legs even further, burying his face between them.

When you felt his hot breath on you swollen lips you thought you were going to scream in frustration. He didn’t make you wait long, his mouth eating you out like you were his favourite desert. You let your forehead rest on your arm and bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from moaning loudly. His tongue began to vigorously lap on your juices as one of his fingers pushed inside of you. He began to pump his finger in a slow rhythm, stretching you as much as possible before adding another digit.

“So close...please. Please, sensei.” You didn’t even know what you were saying, words and gasps were just escaping your lips uncontrollably. Feeling your walls clenching around his fingers, Nanami let his tongue push against your clit, causing you to whimper.

The hand that wasn’t working on your hole moved up your body, caressing your breast before twisting the nipple. By this time you were moving your hips back against his hand, furiously meeting his thrusts. He suddenly pushed his digits further, deep inside of you and sucked harshly on your clit, sending you over the edge.

Every single muscle in your body tensed and you knew that if you could scream, it would shatter you. Your climax came with hushed sobs, tearing through you like lighting. He retrieved his fingers from inside your hole as your eyes opened, still bleary with tears. You looked at the wall, trying to adjust your vision, before glancing back at his devilish smile. He must have felt damn proud to make you cum like this.

“That was good, you came beautifully for me.” He brushed the sweat away from your forehead before placing a gentle kiss. You watched him as he pulled back, his hand reaching for the zipper of his pants.

He didn’t have to say anything, your heart pounding in your chest as you moved your position. You were now on your knees on the soft carpet, waiting eagerly for him to release his cock. He held himself with one hand while the other reached for the back of your head, giving you a little push.

You took that as your sign and licked your lips before moving your face closer. You opened your mouth and he guided himself deep inside of you. Your pussy was dripping and you found yourself pumping your hips in time with his movements. You felt that he was close, his thrusts becoming almost frantic.

He pumped into you a few more times before letting out a groan and erupting into your mouth. You eagerly took all that he had to offer, and despite the gagging reflex, you managed to swallow everything. He looked down at you with the same devilish smile before pulling you off of him slowly.

“You did good, for most part.”

“I think I did perfect, sir.” You tried to stand up but your knees felt weak so he offered you his hand.

“Cheeky already? Although I suppose we’re finished for today.” You agreed, feeling satisfied for now.

After getting yourself cleaned and rearranging your wrinkled clothes, you both sat down on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder while his hand rubbed your back. You could have fallen asleep just like this, although you knew it was only a matter of minutes before you had to part.

“What do you think of your first lesson?”

“Didn’t learn much, did I?” His hand reached for one of your cheeks and he gave it a light pinch.

“Well then I apologize, I promise to be stricter for our next lessons.” His words might have sounded like a joke but the intensity of his gazed made your stomach do flips.

“You should go home.” You nodded and slowly got up from the couch.

He stood as well and went to unlock and open the door. As you stood in the door frame you gazed up at him and hoped for a kiss goodbye but he made no movement. Once the door was opened your relationship went back to a normal student-teacher one.

“I’ll be seeing you on Monday. No more excuses.” His face was stern this time, as to make you understand that skipping classes was no longer accepted.

“On Monday, and for the extra lesson-”

“I’ll text you.” That was all and you knew the conversation was over. You said your short farewells before you grabbed your coat and bag and left the classroom.

You reached your apartment and threw all your clothes in the laundry basket, feeling the need to take a shower but at the same time wanting this sticky feeling between your legs to last longer. After each meeting with Nanami you ended up craving more and more of his touch. You couldn’t wait for the next private lesson, but until then you had to play nice and attend the classes during the week.

As the hot water washed over your body your mind drifted to Nanami’s face, how concentrated he looked when he was giving you instructions, how relaxed he looked while reading the paper, how pleased he looked when you finished the desert. Your eyes suddenly popped open and you let out swear. You had forgotten the desert in the fridge-all that work and you didn’t even get to taste it.

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Stopping You - Michael Gray [Part 6]

Words: 3.9k+

Type: Angst & Fluff

Warnings: Female!Reader. Cursing. Mentions of the nightmare and their past relationship. Cuteness overload with kids.

Prologue    Part 1    Part 2    Part 3    Part 4    Part 5    Part 6    Part 7

The night was long.

It took you an entire hour to calm down completely, and Finn was quick to make you lean back on the bed. He sat next to your head, hand laid over your hair, massaged your scalp lightly to try and relax you.

Michael stood in the doorway during all of it.

He saw you crying for help, saw his cousin and his mom cleaning your tears away, saw you falling back asleep under Finn’s touch. And how, when you were asleep, Finn never left your side.

As Finn falls asleep against the headboard of your bed, Michael leaves the room for the first time. The image of you sobbing into his mother’s chest replays continuously in his mind like a curse. The fact that everyone knew exactly what to do with you terrified him.

He makes his way down the stairs of the home and drags his tired feet to his mom’s big expensive couch, letting himself fall onto it, hoping that exhaustion could take over.

But it doesn’t.

At 5:30 in the morning, he hears Finn leave your room and walk over to the guests’ room, where he had said previously, to Polly, he would sleep.

Michael wasn’t able to sleep the whole night. Polly and Finn were, but so lightly that they would wake up with someone just doing something as silent as walking on the pavement outside.

At around 7 in the morning, you’re the one awake, sitting on the side of the bed and cringing in pain as you try to force your sore body up from the mattress.

Taking a few minutes until you’re able to do it.

You decide to use the early hours to your advantage and take a bath to wash the sweat from last night out of your skin. And when done, you walk back to the room and grab a clean suit and white blouse from the wardrobe in the corner of the room.

You look yourself in the mirror when dressed and see the bruise on your collar bone, peeking from the unbuttoned top of the blouse. You throw some gold necklaces around your neck, in hopes that they would distract whoever sees the bruise, as well as button one of the buttons.

You walk out of the bedroom and all you can hear from the house is the soft patter of your feet over the wooden floor.

As you reach the kitchen, you’re met with a sight you didn’t exactly expect to have so early in the morning. Michael sitting in one of the kitchen’s highchairs, elbows over the countertop as his hands cover and run through his face.

You don’t greet him, obviously, but the sound of you grabbing the kettle on the other side of the kitchen is enough to make him look up and finally see you.

As you fill the kettle with water and put it over the lit stove, Michael watches you silently. He doesn’t want to disturb you as you move your awfully bruised body as if it doesn’t even hurt through the kitchen.

You shove your hand inside your pocket and take out all the rings you had just stuffed there previously, so you could decide which ones to wear while you wait for your tea. You put them over the free countertop, in front of Michael, and look through them.

Michael watches you intensely as the coffee in front of him grows cold. The exposed skin of your chest, decorated with the golden jewellery, catches his attention, and he holds in a cringe at the sight of the purple bruise peeking from the side.

The hiss of the kettle finally sounds through the room and you don’t even flinch at its loud and sudden sound. You start decorating your fingers after much analysing and Michael almost lets out a chuckle at how at least 3 you picked, are his mom’s.

Once done, you look up and your eyes are met with Michael’s. You don’t say anything, nor hold your usual annoyed expression at him, you just stare back silently.

“Did you- Uhm…” His voice breaks the silence, “Did you sleep well?”

You blink at his question and turn around while taking a deep breath, grabbing a mug from the cabinet above the stove.

“Don’t act like you care, Michael” You simply say, turning off the flame from the stove.

He looks away when hearing your usual arrogant tone as if wounded and clenches his jaw.

You prepare your tea, ignoring his presence, and once done, you turn back around, putting down the scolding hot tea on top of the counter in front of him. You grab the rest of the rings and put them back in your pocket while observing all the steam coming from your mug.

“I care” Michael finally responds, “It might seem like I don’t, but I do”

You look up at him and sigh.

“I don’t believe you” You offer a quick fake smile.

Michael falls silent once more and you let your eyes go back down to the steaming mug. All the possible ways to restart the conversation run through Michael’s mind, but the smell of your favourite tea and your perfume takes his mind in a whole another journey.

It amazes him how close you’re standing to him, so close that he doesn’t even have to reach to touch you. And for so long too. Something the past-Michael would laugh at, for sure.

You used to always be by his side. Not in an overly clingy way. It was just how you two were. You two felt comfortable standing side by side.

The memories are so livid that Michael can almost still feel your touch over his skin. Every time you would hold his hand in the street, pepper his face with kisses when trying to wake him up on early Monday’s, or hugging his arm close to you when you were cold.

He remembers it, he remembers your warmth and your delicate and soft hands as if he had just felt them the day before.

“I wanted to say that I’m sorry” Michael whispers over the overly loud silence of the kitchen.

You look up at him again and frown slightly.

“About?”

“Everything” He answers slowly, bringing his eyes over to yours. “And, please, believe me when I say that I mean it”

You don’t say anything.

“I’m sorry for saying all of that shit on the phone. I’m sorry for not calling you anymore. I’m sorry for treating you like shit… And I’m sorry for coming back and acting as if nothing happened”

Your heart skips a beat.

You stare at him silently while taking a deep breath, anger starting to build up in your veins, once more. He is not doing this today.

“The other night, I-”

“The other night shouldn’t have happened” You interrupt, defence mode building back your walls around him, “We shouldn’t have had that conversation”

“Why?”

“Because, Michael” You say louder, hating the fact that he was almost able to get under your walls all over again, “What you did is not fucking exactly easy to forgive and forget, or even excusable. You don’t even fucking deserve a minute of my time, let alone a word”

With that, you grab your mug and walk out of the kitchen, not wanting to be in the same room as him.

You walk over to the living room and put the mug down, taking a seat on the couch.

Michael sighs as you do it and leans back on his chair.

(…)

As you close the door of Polly’s home and walk over to your car, Polly herself walks down the stairs.

She frowns at the sound of the door and walks over to the kitchen to find Michael, staring at a wall.

“Who left?”

“Y/N” He answers in almost a whisper.

“And you let her?” She asks with widened eyes, “She can’t even walk straight with all those wounds”

He scoffs and looks at his mom.

“It’s not like I have any word over what she does or stops doing” He comments.

Polly closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to calm down the nerves she feels towards her own son. She opens them back up and makes her way towards the kettle that still holds enough warm water for a mug of tea.

“Where’s Gina?” She asks as she grabs a mug for herself.

“Probably at the hotel”

“Are you planning on going to see her, today? You spent the whole night here”

Polly turns back to her son, who hasn’t moved a muscle, and he shrugs.

“Yeah. Of course, I am”

Polly nods at his words and puts down her tea, standing exactly where you had stood not even half an hour ago. Michael falls silent again and his mother stares as he fights over his thoughts, even frowning at some.

The older woman sips her warm drink and decides to break the silence.

“What were you two talking about?” She questions, “You were the ones that woke me up”

“I, uhm… I tried to apologize to her”

Polly looks at him shocked.

“Didn’t seem like she took it well” She comments.

“It’s the second time I do it” He admits, making his mother frown, “I don’t know what else to do”

“Second time?”

“Yeah” He nods, swallowing the thick sense of guilt on his throat, “The first time was after that dinner we all had. When I brought her home, we… Uh… Argued”

It all makes sense now.

“She didn’t tell me about this”

“Well, she did say, not too long ago, that ‘that night should have never happened’” He repeats.

Polly stares at her frustrated son and grins while taking a sip of her tea.

“What?” He questions when he notices her smile.

“Nothing, I just” She pauses, “Didn’t expect you to be so worked up about this”

Michael stops for a second. Why wouldn’t he? Yes, you broke up, but you still have a past with a great friendship. He cares for you. And, of course, he wants what’s best for you.

“I do want her to forgive me” He emphasizes, “I just… I don’t how if that’s even possible”

“Michael” Polly starts, taking another sip to warm her throat, “What you put that girl through was inhumane.” Michael tenses up, “You didn’t see half of what she went through, but we all did. Finn and I saw all of it. You were her first ever love, she hoped to be with you forever. And you ripped her heart apart while on the other side of the world”

Oh, how much Polly has dreamed to say all of this to her son. He needs a slap back to reality and she doesn’t care how harsh it really is.

“I didn’t-”

“I know” She says, “But you do need to keep that in mind. Who she is now is the girl that you broke. The girl you loved and promised a future with-”

“But she’s not even the same anymore” He confesses.

“She is” She says with a small smile, “You just had never saw this side of her. Or paid attention to it” He looks at her confused, “Don’t you remember how she looked at Grace’s family in Tommy’s wedding? She hated being close to them, she hated having to talk with the women in the wedding reception. And I watched her as she did it. The cold shoulder she’s giving you, right now, is the same one she gave to those people, Michael.”

“But she never acted like this with me. Even when we first met”

“She was friends with Ada and Esme before meeting you. She knew us, she trusted our family” She explains, “You were introduced to her as my son, a farmer’s boy” She chuckles at the image in her mind, “That was enough to gain her trust”

Michael thought about it for a second.

“She does act different now” Polly continues, “She carries herself with confidence. Acts as if no one can break her. Builds walls around herself so tall that she can’t even peek from over them. But she’s just protecting herself from getting hurt again. That cold shoulder, she would give someone once in a blue moon, is now her new way of staring life in the eyes. She’s not a scared girl anymore, she can fight for herself”

“What do I do, then?”

Polly sighs.

“You can start by thinking what you want with her. You’re engaged Michael, you can’t run after your exes as if they haven’t stared at your fiancé. And once you get that figured out, just try your best at gaining her heart again”

That sounded ridiculously unrealistic to Michael.

“That girl loved you more than her little heart could. She cared for you” Polly emphasizes, “Keep that in mind when talking to her, when apologizing to her. Try to understand her side of the story. But, also, give her time... It’s only been, almost, 3 weeks since you got here”

Give you time. Understand your side. Apologize to you.

Cared for him, loved him.

All of those words made Michael’s chest heavy. He doesn’t know why, but he assumes it’s guilt or, even, regret.

(…)

“Y/N?” Lizzie’s voice sounds as you walk out of your car, “It is you!”

“It is me,” You say with a smile on your face, “Decided to come over to talk about the big night”

You walk over to the front door of Lizzie’s and Tommy’s home and the woman throws her arms around you as soon as you’re close enough.

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” She asks when pulling away.

“I already slept a whole night, that’s good enough”

She shakes her head in disapproval, but her smile is still prominent in her face. She had seen you in yesterday’s meeting, but she didn’t even have the chance to talk to you. Especially not after what happened.

You follow her inside the house and one of the maids stops in her tracks to look over your familiar face and say a small ‘good morning, miss’.

“Would you like to eat breakfast with me?” Lizzie asks, “Tommy already left for work”

“Thank you, but I already had breakfast” A lie, “But we can talk while you eat”

Lizzie sends you a small smile and you walk back to the dining room, where she had been previously eating until she heard the motor of your car.

“The maids are dressing up the kids, so it might-”

“Y/N!” Charlie shouts from the doorway of the dining room, catching you both by surprise.

A smile spreads over your face as the small boy runs to you and you pick him up, letting him wrap his small arms around your neck as you hold him over you unbruised hip.

Lizzie smiles at the cute interaction between you two and takes back her seat at the table. You do the same, letting Charlie sit over your legs, but he doesn’t seem to think of letting you go any soon.

“You missed her, uh?” Lizzie asks the boy, making him nod in the crook of your neck.

You two laugh at him and Lizzie restarts her breakfast.

As you two begin a conversation, you help the maid with Charlie’s breakfast, since he doesn’t seem to be wanting to get off your lap. You pass him the piece of buttered toast and he takes it from your hand, munching on it as you have a conversation with his stepmom.

“Tommy talked about a tent?” Lizzie questions and you nod.

“Yeah, it’s where he wants everyone to sit and watch the dance” You confirm, “He did say that he wanted somewhere else for the food and the drinks. I wanted to ask you where, in the house, you think it would be okay for everyone to stay”

“Here?” Lizzie answers, “Do you think this room is big enough? I don’t even know how many people are coming”

“Around 30 to 40 people, I believe” You reply, “Counting with all of us too. But yeah, I think this is good for all those people”

“Great” Lizzie says with a small smile, sipping her orange juice.

The soft patter of smaller feet is heard from the hallways and you all turn to see Ruby walking in the room in front of a maid.

She smiles towards her mom and you and runs towards the table, excited to have her breakfast.

“Can me and Y/N ride the horses?” Charlie questions Lizzie, still biting onto his bread.

“Not sure, Charlie. Y/N needs to rest, she’s had some rough few days. Don’t you think it’s better if all of you just played in the garden? You can show her what you got for your birthday, if you’d like”

Charlie nods at her words with a smile, already excited to show you his new horse toy.

He leans into your chest as he eats his toast and you clench your jaw as his head lays right over your bruised collar bone.

“Do you already know the colour the women will have to wear on that night?” You ask Lizzie, curious to see her reaction.

“There’s a colour assigned for us?” She asks, lifting her eyebrows at you.

“Unfortunately.”

“Oh god, what is it?”

“Gold” You say with a smile and she opens her mouth dumbfounded.

She shakes her head in disgust and you can’t help but chuckle at her.

(…)

Hours later, your ass has grown painfully sore on the grass of Tommy and Lizzie’s garden. You have to admit that even with all this pain, you haven’t had this much fun with kids in a long time.

You missed this.

Ruby sits comfortably in between your legs as Charlie runs through the garden with his new horse toy in hand, acting as if the horse runs through the wind at his speed.

Lizzie talks to one of the maids as she looks out of the window to see you plant a kiss on top of Ruby’s head, making the small girl look up and smile at you. You smile back and look up at the energetic boy that keeps on running.

The sound of the doorbell is heard through the house and one of the maids is quick to walk over to the front door. She opens it and is greeted with the sight of Polly Gray, herself.

“Polly” Lizzie says with a smile, surprised to see the older woman.

“Hello, is Y/N here?”

“Yes, in the garden with the kids”

Polly almost sighs of relief and walks towards the black-haired woman. They stand next to each other as they greet one another, and both look out of the window to stare at you.

They grin at the sight of you talking to Charlie and play with Ruby’s hair, gasping dramatically while accepting the red flower he had just stolen from his stepmom’s rose bush.

“How is she doing?” Lizzie asks.

“Hanging in there” Polly answers, not taking her eyes off you.

“And Michael?”

“Finally waking up to the shit he has caused”

A smirk grows on Lizzie’s face and Polly takes her eyes off you to look at the woman beside her.

“Took him long enough” She comments, making Polly chuckle slightly.

You look over your shoulder once sensing eyes on you and you’re met with both Polly and Lizzie staring. Lizzie says something behind the window and almost in that same second a maid walks out of the house, walking towards you.

“Miss,” The maid calls out for you and the kids stop what they’re doing to look at you, “Mrs. Shelby asked for all of you to go back inside since it’s getting cold”

You nod and offer a small smile. The maid turns and walks back inside, you lift Ruby from your lap and try to bring yourself up from the soft ground without groaning in pain.

Charlie stretches his hand up at you and you take it into yours as you pick up Ruby and hold her on your hip. You three walk back inside the house and the warmth of the large house hits all of you as soon as you step in.

“Let’s go into the living room, we’ll drink some tea there” Lizzie says.

Charlie let’s go of your hand and follows Lizzie into the living room, probably expecting to find the usual cookies he gets to eat when she has her tea.

“You were supposed to be resting” Polly says as she reaches your side, “Your body is too weak to be walking around, especially in heels”

“I’m okay” You insist, offering a small smile too, “I’ll rest when I get home”

You two go into the living room and take a seat on the couch, where it’s way more comfortable than the grass outside, for sure.

Ruby turns on your lap so that she can lean back into your chest and Lizzie continues to open the small box that holds Charlie’s favourite cookies.

“Where’s your flower?” Charlie asks you before taking a bite out of his cookie.

“In my pocket, I have to keep it safe” You say before pulling the rose out of your pocket.

Polly smiles at the sight of the perfect flower.

“What a beautiful flower, Charlie” Lizzie compliments, making the small boy smile proudly.

“You like Y/N, don’t you, boy?” Polly asks him, making him snap his head at her.

“Of course, I do” He answers, making every woman chuckle at him, “She’s my best of friends”

The boy grabs another cookie from the box and turns around, taking a seat on the ground in front of all the ladies, and his stepsister, who is playing with the rings in your hand.

Lizzie starts a conversation between every grown up in the room and you listen silently. Sometimes getting distracted with Charlie and his ways to catch your attention.

You lean your chin against Ruby’s head and the small girl leans in closer.

Charlie, when bored, stands from the ground and walks towards you, pulling himself up the couch so he can sit between you and Polly.

You smile at him and he smiles back, snuggling into your side.

(…)

Michael leans against the cold hotel window, his naked skin erupting into chills at the change of temperature.

His head is still pounding over all the screaming that he had to listen to when coming into the room, and now his eyes plead to close, so they can bring him into the deep sleep he so needs.

Gina turns on the bed and he looks over at her, hating how she lays as if nothing happened.

Right as he made his way back inside the hotel suite, he was welcomed back by a screaming Gina who filled him with all the types of questions about his whereabouts. Obviously, not believing that he was just at his mom’s house.

His mother’s words have sunk into his brain, branding it with the horrible truth he has caused in your life.

Guilt heavies his shoulders and eats his morals away just enough to not let him close his eyes to fall asleep.

He regrets all he has done; all he has said to you. He wants to go back in time and stop him himself from doing what he did. To escape this outcome. To escape seeing you in pain. To escape not seeing you like he did before.

But, what about Gina?

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This part is very boring compared to the others, I know, but we needed a calm part for what’s about to happen (wink wink).

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Akane Fudo SSR ーRequestー

2019 ー SHARED HOUSE [SHARED HOUSE]

"No, how do I say….. We’re also happy that Akane had such fun, you know. We are just a bit jealous, something like that?”

Part 1

ーMagazine photoshoot location.ー

Tsubasa: ‘Here please, you two. The preparations are still continuing, but….. At the moment, we would like you to tell us if anything is different from what you imagined.’

Akane: ‘Thanks, Tsubasa-chan!’

Akane: ‘Ooh…..! Amazing, there are so many sets of rooms!! They’re gonna be everyone’s rooms for “your ideal life alone”, huh…..’ 

Akane: ‘Ah, look, Miroku! That one over there must be my room, right!?’

Miroku: ‘Yeah….. But there is still a lot of staff running around in there.’ 

Staff 1: ‘Hey, make this wall stronger.’ 

Staff 2: ‘Yes! Ah, where do I put the mountain bike?’

Staff 1: ‘That’s it for now, huh. Raise the hammock a bit higher.’ 

Miroku (shakes head): ‘….. It doesn’t seem to be easy.’ 

Akane: ‘O-Oh….. Yeah, y-you’re right…..’ 

Miroku: ‘The bouldering wall, the mountain bike, the hammock and various other things….. There’s no other choice than it being time consuming, huh?’

Akane: ‘Uuh….. When you say it in this way, it makes me feel really sorry…..’

Miroku: ‘Well, since it’s the staff’s job they won’t be angry. It’s just, aren’t they doing too much?’ 

Akane: ‘Y-You think so…..?’

Miroku: ‘Yeah.’

Akane: ‘No, but, but! This room is one you can definitely only dream of!*’ 

Akane (chuckles): ‘If you want to move your body, use the bouldering wall; if you’re tired, use the hammock to relax and if you want to feel the wind, take the bicycle outside and then GO!’ 

Akane: ‘Come on, try to imagine it. Doesn’t it sound super fun!?’ 

Akane: ‘Tsubasa-chan thinks so, too, right!?’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Fufu, it certainly does. This activity is very like you, Akane-kun.’ 

Miroku: ‘No, isn’t that too lively by your instinct?’

Akane: ‘Eh, is that no good?’

Miroku: ‘No good, you say….. Well, it is correct that it sounds like Akane. Generally speaking, you’re full of thoughts about wanting to do fun things.’ 

Akane: ‘Yeah! Ehehe, I’m looking forward to when it’s finished~♪.’ 

Akane: ‘Miroku, when I start to live in such a room by myself someday, you can come to hang out anytime!’ 

Miroku: ‘Heh….. Yeah, then I will do so.’

Part 2

ーIn the house with all 14 members.ー

Tatsuhiro: ‘We’ve decided on the assignment of the rooms….. What should we do next?’

Ryuji: ‘Maybe the people in charge of cleaning, bringing out the garbage or food?’ 

Akane: ‘There are a lot of unexpected things to do in a shared house, huh.’

Ryuji: ‘You may be right. But they’re all necessary when you live together with everyone, right?’ 

Tatsuhiro: ‘It’s troubling if you shoulder it all alone.’  

Akane: ‘But how should we decide the tasks? If we decide them like we did with the rooms through rock-scissor-paper, it’s going to be boring…..’ 

Ryuji: ‘I don’t mind, isn’t it good even if it’s not exciting?’

Akane: ‘Eh, but, since we’re already here, wouldn’t it be nice for it to be more fun? So, uhm…..’ 

Akane: ‘Ah, I got it!’

Ryuji: ‘Hm? What are you going to make?’ 

Akane: ‘Roulette! We decide by a roulette everyday who is in charge of the cleaning or the cooking for example.’ 

Ryuji: ‘That….. sounds more like an elementary school kid, doesn’t it?’

Tomohisa: ‘Ahaha, you’re right. It’s a good idea I think though. The game feels like it makes things exciting.’ 

Akane: ‘I know, right!? Wait a minute, I’ll quickly prepare one!’ ___________

Akane: ‘Taーda, finished~!’

Tomohisa: ‘Hee, Akane sure is skillful. You can spin it around smoothly.’ 

Ryuji (smiles): ‘True. Not bad, Akane.’

Akane: ‘Ehehe~, I’m proud of the roulette, you know! Alright, then let’s start~.’

Akane: ‘Ayye!’

Ryuji: ‘I’m on breakfast duty tomorrow….. Don’t you think it’s going to be quite tough to make one for 14 people?’

Tomohisa: ‘Rest assured, I will help you, Ryuji.’ 

Ryuji: ‘Thanks. But won’t you be busy with your own task?’

Tomohisa: ‘I wonder? I’m….. in charge of throwing out the garbage, huh. I need to properly check later what garbage will be collected tomorrow.’

Tatsuhiro: ‘I’m responsible for the cleaning. It looks difficult, but….. Well, maybe cleaning is easier than rooms like the bathroom and kitchen**?’

Ryuji (shakes head): ‘Aah, those are troublesome, like the toilet or the bath.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘So, the person in charge of them is…..?’

Akane (laughs): ‘Gyaah~! It’s me!’

Ryuji: ‘No way, your words and facial expression don’t match together….. Why do you look like it’s fun?’

Tatsuhiro: ‘Do you like cleaning those rooms?’

Akane (laughs): ‘Nope, not at all!!’

Tatsuhiro: ‘An immediate reply with a smile…..’ 

Akane: ‘Ehehe, I mean….. Cleaning is, frankly speaking, a bit of a pain. I’m glad I made a roulette, because we could decide on who’s in charge of the tasks with everyone.’ 

Ryuji (smiles): ‘I see. Well, it was quite the fun. A good feat, isn’t it?’

Akane: ‘Yay, I was praised by Ryuji~♪.’

Akane: ‘Since we have this, let’s make another one!! Maybe a darts version next.’

Ryuji: ‘Heh, then I’m sure it will be your duty.’ 

Akane: ‘Ah….. I-Indeed…..’

Part 3

Akane: ‘Zzz…..’

Haruhi: ‘…..kane…..Aka…..’

Akane: ‘Ngh….. Zzz…..’

Haruhi: ‘Geez! I said A-ka-ne!’

Akane: ‘Hyaah!’

Yuduki: ‘Ah, he woke up.’

Akane: ‘Eh, eh….. What…..?’

Haruhi: ‘You’re still half sleeping….. Anyways, is your body fine? You were fast asleep in that thing.’ 

Akane: ‘Fast asleep? Wait, eh!? W-What time is it?’

Miroku: ‘It’s afternoon already. You were awake, but didn’t get up, so we left you as it is. You were oversleeping after all, right?’

Yuduki: ‘Did you stay up late?’

Akane: ‘Ahaha, I did….. The talk was getting exciting, you know.’

Miroku: ‘Ashu-kun?’

Akane: ‘Yes, with Yuta, too….. It’s rare, but I was with Goshi and Kento together as well yesterday.’ 

Haruhi: ‘Eh, then you were talking with the four of you?’

Akane (smiles): ‘How rare, right? It often happens that those two would go somewhere else already, if it was like always. I wonder if they were in the mood to talk yesterday? I got so happy that I chatted too much.’ 

Haruhi: ‘How envious! I wished I was also with you~!!’

Akane: ‘Ahaha, THRIVE and KiLLER KiNG having a talk together definitely sounds like fun.’ 

Miroku: ‘….. Akane, you look happy.’ 

Akane: ‘Hm? You think?’

Miroku: ‘Yeah. It must have been quite the fun.’ 

Akane: ‘Ehehe….. Yep, that may be true. It’s been some time since we last had such a talk.’ 

Yuduki: ‘I see….. That’s good to hear.’

Haruhi: ‘Hmm….. But, somehow…..’

Yuduki: ‘….. Yeah.’

Akane (surprised): ‘Eh? What’s wrong, you two?’

Haruhi: ‘No, how do I say….. We’re also happy that Akane had such fun, you know. We are just a bit jealous, something like that?’

Akane: ‘Jealous…..?’

Haruhi (sighs): ‘It feels like Akane was taken by Goshi-kun and the others.’ 

Akane (smiles): ‘Eeh? What’s with that?’

Miroku: ‘….. Because the bond between Akane and THRIVE is different from the bond between us four.’

Yuduki: ‘Yeah….. It felt a bit lonely.’

Akane (blushing): ‘W-Wait a moment….. What are you doing! That’s kind of embarrassing…..!’

Haruhi (sulking): ‘Then pay more attention to us, too.’

Akane: ‘Eh~….. P-Paying more attention, what to do…..’ 

Akane: ‘Ah! Alright then, let’s also do something together with the four of us! Work starts in the evening today, right? We still have about three hours of free time…..’

Akane: ‘Let’s play a game, or go see a movie! How about that?’

Yuduki: ‘If that’s the case, then….. I want to watch a movie, I think.’

Haruhi: ‘Yes, right, right! They are showing an interesting one right now!’ 

Yuduki: ‘The car action one?’

Haruhi: ‘Correct, that one! If I’m not wrong, the cinema near here should be playing that movie, too.’ 

Miroku: ‘Isn’t that good, then? It’s a place where it’s easy for us to go to the studio.’ 

Akane: ‘Great, it’s decided!! It sure has been a long time since we went to see a movie together.’ 

Yuduki: ‘Yeah….. I can’t wait.’ 

Akane: ‘Ehehe. Good, let’s get ready and go out!’ 

END _________________ 

* I’m sorry, this sentence is more of a guess from the words rather than a translation, because the Japanese here didn’t make sense to me.

** Mizumawari (水回り): This is one is a bit tricky, because there’s no exact English translation for it. This expression is used for areas where lots of water is used in houses. The dictionary gives kitchen and bathroom as examples and those are probably what you associate the most when thinking about house areas with lots of water use.