#because i *enjoy* putting away groceries and organizing the kitchen

[dredshirtroberts]

yeah guys idk I'm just thinking maybe the lightheadedness and desire to sit down about halfway through putting away groceries my whole life might not have just been a reaction to the way my parents were when i was a kid and the accompanying anxiety and sudden flurry of movement, but also possibly maybe i have a Health Thing about this...

[mina-saiyat]

Twice Interactive Story Part 1214 Closer (Jihyo)

After saying goodbye to Nayeon, you head back to home immediately as you know Jihyo has been waiting for so long, you nearly forgot what Nayeon has just told you, only the mirror in the carpark reminds you what Nayeon did to your face.

You try to get rid of the mark by washing your face before heading home to Jihyo. You stop by a convenience store and buy some snacks for Jihyo. You double-checked yourself as you arrive home and start bringing the groceries inside.

'Jihyo? Are you there? Jihyo?' You calling her name but you have not heard any response from her.

'Jihyo?' You put down all the staff in the kitchen and you see Jihyo is inside.' She has changed into another custom already, her bare back immediately catch your attention, her bra top is just supported by a little sting, the knock knock sound of her heels seems knocking in your heart. She's too sexy.

You place the groceries on the floor and sneak up behind Jihyo. You put your hands on her waist and pull her in close. "You're looking good, Jihyo. You have such a nice back." You kiss Jihyo's neck while your hands move up and down her body, "sorry I took so long, but I got everything."

Jihyo just enjoying your caresses silently, letting your hands run through her body, squeezing every curve she has. 'I am really working hard in gym, I want to give you a surprise.' Jihyo keeps grinding her ass on your crotch, she can feel how hard you are.

'But we should prepare for the dinner first, right?' Jihyo turns around and hooks your neck, ready to kiss you. However, she stops right before your lips meet. 'Who have you met on the way home? The perfume is not the one that you are using?'

"I ran into Nayeon and her mom in the grocery store. I ended up talking to her in the store's cafe because her mom told us to. It was pretty awkward." You reply as ypu keep your hand on Jihyo's waist. "It’s hard to deny her mom's wishes when she's always been so nice to me."

'You could have told me at the beginning... Fine, today is our day, so let's not talk about others.' Jihyo gives you the kiss that you are waiting for before letting you go.

'Let's prepare for the dinner, should we?‘ Jihyo asks as she starts organizing the groceries in the kitchen.

You give Jihyo another kiss, "Alright, let's get started. Can you be my dessert?" You squeeze her ass before going to get the groceries.

'As you wish, babe.' Jihyo says as she helps you to organize the groceries and unpacking them.

Seeing your eyes are still fixed on her, Jihyo smiles shyly. 'Seems my workout is really successful.' She walks closer, squeezing your bulge. 'Do you believe I can finish you at the kitchen right now by 5 minutes? Seems you won't be focusing on cooking if I am here.'

"I'd like to see you try." You say, squeezing her tits. "I still get my dessert later, right?" You kiss Jihyo's neck as your hands run down her body. "I'll need to really focus if we want to eat dinner any time soon."

'Perhaps I should give a try then?' Jihyo smirks, her hand squeezes your bulge even harder. 'I hope cumming one time is enough for you to stay focus?'

You two making out passionately and Jihyo pushing you to the table, your already loss your patience, your hands are invading inside her bra top.

'Babe, if you can hold on for 5 minutes, your reward is to unlock a new position with me tonight.' Jihyo whispers to your ears before kneeling down in front of you, unzipping your pants, and keep caressing your full hardened cock, the precum makes it even shiny.

"You have a deal." You set up a five minute timer on your phone and put it on the table. You kiss Jihyo's neck, running your tongue along it slowly. "I can't wait to share our bed tonight. We'll get to do that new position."

Jihyo pushes you away and kneels down again, 'Have you thought about what position you want tonight?' She seems totally not in a rush, showing the confidence.

Jihyo slowly removes her bra top, her big pair of mounds pop out, attractive as always. Your hand automatically cupping them, feeling their warmth. 'Wait a second.' Jihyo smirks seductively, still jerking your shaft slowly while another hand of her is searching her pockets, and it comes out with a bottle of massage oil.

She pours nearly half of it on her tits, your hands are also covered by it. 'Now enjoy Mommy's work.' Jihyo puts your hand away, and grabs your cock inside her cleavage. It's not the first time you fuck her tits, but with the aid of the oil, it feels so much better. You accidentally leak out a moan, giving Jihyo a little boost, she speeds up her titjob further, milking you quickly.

"Your tits are the best, Jihyo." You moan as you pinch her cheeks. "But I'm still going to win this little challenge. I've been thinking about the mating press position." You let Jihyo do her titjob watching her with a smile as you enjoy the feel of her big tits.

'I doubt that you can try it tonight, babe.' Jihyo keeps teasing you but never stops her titjobs. She let out her tongue, so every time your tips popped out from her cleavage, it would hit her tongue, giving you extra pleasure.

'Two minutes left babe, how much you want to fuck me in mating press huh? Perhaps we can try even more positions if you can hold on.' Jihyo moans occasionally, in order to trigger you more. You could feel the sweat dripping through your forehead. All you could do is prevent any eye contact with Jihyo, you bite your teeth hardly, and look up to the ceiling, buying yourself more time from her marvelous titjob.

"We'll hardly get any sleep tonight, Jihyo." You tell her through gritted teeth. "We should go on a date soon. It's been too long." You say, trying to distract Jihyo just enough for her to stop for a few seconds. You’re determined to hold on just past the five minute mark so you can tease Jihyo all night.

'No no no, we will talk about it later. Are you going to distract me huh?' Jihyo gives you a smirk and presses her tits even harder. 'You can't hold for 5 minutes, babe, you are going to cum anytime soon.'

Jihyo sucks your whole tips all at a sudden, the pleasure overtakes your mind and you lost the ability of speaking, you just moan hardly, telling Jihyo what a good job she is doing.

Feeling your cock starts to throb in her mouth, she shows a victory smile and spit it out again. 'Cum for me, babe. Give me a pearl necklace.'

"Not yet," You grunt as you push your hips forward and make Jihyo suck on more of your cock. "I can last a little bit longer." You stare at Jihyo's hungry eyes. "You're so beautiful, Jihyo."

'You sure you are going to try mating press tonight. There are many more positions we can try.' Jihyo starts to lap her tongue with your underside instead of sucking it, she knows how to make you cum after being with you so long. 'Or you think mating press will be easier to breed me, huh, naughty boy.'

'Why don't you look at me? I want you to look at me when you cum.' Bubble starts to form from the fiction from the titjob, you strugglely debating yourself should you meet her eyes, you know you will cum immediately if you look at her face.

You watch at your phone, luckily there's only 10 seconds left, your nearly succeed. However, Jihyo still not in a rush, rubbing your cock with a correct rhythm. 'Cum for me babe, I love you.' You know you have lost once you hear her confession, your whole body starts jerking, you feel like your cum has reached your tips, but your muscle don't have any power to resist, Jihyo's 'I Love you' has completely make you fallen.

"Fuck, I love you Jihyo." You moan as you cum over her neck and chest. You look deep into Jihyo's eyes as you cum, and see how dirty you left her. "I should take a picture, you look amazing like that. I hope you like your pearl necklace, sweetie." You say at the end as a joke. You grab some napkins and help clean Jihyo up afterward.

Jihyo stops your hand, instead she gets some cum from her chest and put it in her mouth. 'This is my appetizer. but you really wanna take a picture?' Jihyo asks with a little unsure, 'he used to take pictures and video everytime we have sex, but I... sorry for mentioning about him.'

"No, no, that's okay Jihyo." You smile at Jihyo. "I don't need a picture when I have the real person in front of me." You kiss Jihyo's forehead and ruffle her hair. "I'll get started on dinner. You should eat your appetizer." You say with smirk as you start grabbing all the ingredients you 'll need.

'You can prepare the dinner by yourself, right? Then I am going to take a bath first.' Jihyo finished all your cum on her chest and showing you her emptied mouth.

'Do it quick or I will join you.' You slap her ass playfully and sending her out before start cooking.

You set up everything and just waiting for Jihyo, the steak, the wine, the bouquet this morning and the candle, you found everything so familiar that you are in detail vu, that's what you do with Nayeon everytime when she sleep over here, the memory of the past occupied your mind.

You shake your head in an attempt to clear your thoughts. You try to find something to do while you wait for Jihyo. You start to think of something you could do for Jihyo that would be special for you two. you start thinking of maybe doing a day trip somewhere fun like the beach.

'Hey babe, what are you thinking?' The call of Jihyo wakes you up, she cups your cheek and kisses you before sitting down. You debating should you tell her to back for her family for a day as Nayeon insisted she will be the only woman in your house tomorrow.

Jihyo does not change her outfit, her heavy tits are putting on top of the table, her cleavage looks even longer under the dimming candle. 'You still thinking about unlock a new position with me? Perhaps I can let you do it if you behave good today.'

"It'll be hard when you're wearing that, but I'll behave." You tell her as you start eating. "Jihyo, what does your schedule look like for the next few days?" You ask her, trying to see what's she's doing without sounding too suspicious.

'So desperate to unlock a new position with me, haha?' Jihyo can't hold her laughter when she hears your answer. 'OK, but not mating press since you fail the challenge, choose another one. I have been practicing Pilates, maybe we can try something more difficult.' Jihyo finishes her glass of wine and pours herself a new one.

'I don't have anything planned, I am just doing housework and workout every day, a typical housewife, Am I too young for this?'

"Maybe a little, you should be going out a little, having fun." You tell her. "As for what we're doing later, I have a few ideas of what we can try, but you might not be able to handle them." You joke. You take a deep breath, "I'm glad to have you back, Jihyo. I’m happy to have you here."

'After all this time, we are still together. We should definitely celebrate it. Cheers.' Jihyo grabs her glass, inviting you to drink with her.

Your glasses matched and the wine is finished again, 'Should we take a trip together after you back from Chaeyoung? Or you still busying on the new company? I know you are working very hard for Mina, but I don't wanna see you being exhausted again.'

"We should do that. After I come back from Chaeyoung's we'll go on a trip together. Just you and me." You tell her as you pinch her cheek. "Oh, there was one other thing. Nayeon said she was to see the house tomorrow and that she wanted to be the only woman. What are we going to do?"

'So what are you going to do then?' Jihyo asks you again without even thinking. She just peacefully eats another slice of steak.

'What do you want me to do tomorrow. Just tell me, babe. I know Nayeon may not want to see me. I am happy that you could tell me first, at least. I don't wanna be abandoned by my men again... I know you love me.' Jihyo empties her glass again and gets herself a new one. Her face starts to be red as she drinks the alcohol too quick.

"I do love you, Jihyo. That's why I brought this up. Nayeon said she wanted to be the only woman here when she came, but this isn't my home anymore. It's our home." You say as you place your hand over hers. "We decide what to do together. If you want to stay for the day, stay. I'm not going to force you to do anything. I'm not going to hide you. What do you think?"

'I don't wanna make you two having any argument, I will back to my parent's house tomorrow. So after all she could stay with you for a night.' Jihyo seems thinking drinking the wine in glasses is too slow. She takes the bottle and drinks it directly. The wine dripping from her lips is going down to her tits

'Men always want harem do they? No matter Daniel or you, am I doing bad?' Jihyo seems start to be drunk. 'At least I know I am in your heart, so I accept to share you with others.'

"Jihyo, don't drink so quickly." You get up and sit beside her, holding the bottle down. "Jihyo, is that really what you want? Do you want to leave our home? Don't think about Nayeon or any argument that can happen. Be a little selfish, if you want to stay, stay here."

Jihyo grabs the bottle from you again and asks you to drink with her. 'Don't worry, I am not going to drunk so easily.'

'If I am being selfish, I don't want any of them to be with you again. I have to be your wife, I want all of your love and care.'

Jihyo hooks your neck with both of her arms. Every time she speaks, you can feel the smell of alcohol splashing all over your face.

'Am I that bad? I have a good body, and I am not bad at all, right? Why did everyone I date could not just love me only?' Jihyo leans on you even closer, her soft tits pressing you even harder, under the effect of alcohol and her teasing, you feel you are getting hard, your breath becomes heavier, your sight becomes aggressive on her.

The proximity allows Jihyo to feel your change so easily. She smirks loudly and pushes her tits to you even closer. 'My body is really good, right?' Her face is just now right in front of yours. Her smiles on her face are too bright to be ignored.

'My body is not bad at all. A lot of man wants me too.' You could feel you are losing self-control if Jihyo keeps teasing you, but all in a sudden, Jihyo pushes you on the ground and sitting on your lap, her holds your cheek and start kissing you.

You hold onto Jihyo's waist and look into her eyes. "You are beautiful. You have a great body. You're kind and understanding." You lean up as you break apart and cup Jihyo's cheeks. "I love you, Jihyo, and for tonight only you." You say as you kiss her neck and run your hands along her back.

'I will make sure to drain you tonight so nothing will be left for Nayeon tomorrow.' Jihyo says in desperate and sneaks her hands under your clothes, playing your nipples, the itchy feeling makes your body jerk, encourage her to do it harder.

'You are not loving Mommy's tits only. You love mommy playing with your nipples too?'

"Why don't we make you a real mommy tonight? You say as you kiss Jihyo. "I love everything you do." You squeeze Jihyo's ass before moving down to her thighs, "I love every part of you, mommy."

'Let me be a real mommy. Give me every cum you have.' Jihyo leans to kiss you with tongue again. 'Next year we will celebrate the born of our baby.' She starts to undressing you, throwing your clothes all over the dining room.

'Bring me back to the room, I wanna drain you dry on bed tonight.' Jihyo starts playing trick with your cock, rubbing her hand with your tips, forcing you to jerk with the pleasure.

"Let's go make you a mommy." You say as you tighten your grip on her thighs and slowly get up. "We're not gonna stop until you are." You tell her as you carry her to the room. You push open the door and drop her onto the bed, leaving hickeys along her neck.

'No, not here.' Jihyo pins your head on her neck, forcing you to leave more hickeys on her. 'Go to my room, I don't wanna see Mina's things tonight.' You are confused at a second, but when you look around, you could see Mina's things all around the room, from the penguin doll she left here, the pictures of you two and even the lingerie that Mina hangs next to the wardrobe are hinting her existence in the house, just like the female master of the house as she shares the room with you.

'Babe, go to my room please, can you?' Jihyo caresses your cheek and looks right into your eyes. 'I want to be your only one tonight.'

"As you wish." You tell her as you pick her back up and carry her to her room. "You have such nice legs, Jihyo. I love how they feel." You say as you walk into her room. "It’s just you and me." You kiss Jihyo and run your hands along her body.

'I will make sure my thigh lock you deep inside when you cum.' Jihyo smiles as she hears your compliments.

Jihyo keeps kissing you and jerking you at the same time, feeling your hardness in her hands makes she wet. 'Are you ready to be drained by mommy tonight? Moan for mommy baby. I will be your genie tonight.'

You moan Jihyo's name and cup her cheeks before you kiss her. "What do you want to do first, mommy?" You ask as you squeeze her tits gently, moving your thumb around to find her nipple and rubbing it with your thumb as you wait for her to respond. Your knee rests between her legs, right below her pussy.

'Mommy wanna ride my baby boy, mommy wanna milk him hard until he empties his ball.' Jihyo let go of your cock and flip you over before you move.

You could not believe a drunk Jihyo would be so aggressive, she aligns your cock with her clit, slowly rubbing it before starting on you. 'Baby, I am so full. Mommy can feel how hard you are.' Jihyo moans loudly as she starts riding you, she did not even try to hold her moans as no one else is here. 'How much you wanna breed me, what position you want to unlock tonight, tell mommy! Ah!' Jihyo keeps rubbing your nipples with her thumbs, providing a double pleasure to you.

"I don't care anymore. I just want to be deep inside you. I want to put a baby in you, Mommy." You moan as you buck your hips and pull Jihyo into a kiss. "I want to stir up your insides and give you every drop."

Jihyo pushes your down again while keep riding you fiercely, 'Fuck, you are so big, Mommy loves it so much. Ugh! Mommy is going to conquer you little monster today!' Jihyo arcs her back backwards, so she could rides you harder, the circular motion is giving you even more pleasure than the traditional riding, you can feel her walls are drawing circle around your cock, pressing you in every angle.

'Moan louder, baby. Mommy wanna hear your moan, Mommy wants you to beg her.' She holds your hands on her breasts and let you play with them. 'Tell Mommy how much you wanna cum in her.'

You squeeze Jihyo's tits roughly, pinching her nipple between your pointer finger and thumb. "Fuck, I wanna fill you with my baby batter. I want to put a baby inside, mommy." You moan as you buck your hips again. "I want to cum inside you Jihyo."

'Call me mommy, but you need to ready for this baby.' You do not understand what Jihyo is warning you, but the pleasure does not give you time to think, you keep moaning from the riding.

However Jihyo caught you off guard again, her walls become so tight suddenly just she is going to press your cock into a plant, the pleasure nearly pushes you over the edge. 'Do you like it, baby? Mommy clamping her walls?' Jihyo stops the riding and just moves her hips in circular, teasing you but not letting you cum yet.

"I love it, mommy. It feels so good." You lean up and capture Jihyo's nipple, swirling your tongue around the hard bud. "I need to make mommy feel good too." You say before focusing on her nipple. Your hands move down to Jihyo's ass, squeezing her cheeks and giving them a slap.

'Mommy knows you gonna cum soon. Do you want Mommy to clamp her walls again? Beg Mommy to let you cum. Beg me' Jihyo hugging you in her arms, forcing you to suck her tits.

'Yes, bite Mommy, do you want milk? If you cum in Mommy then you may drink next year. Now Beg Mommy.'

You buck your hips, moving your cock around inside her. "Please let me cum, mommy. I want to cum inside you. I want to drink your milk, mommy." You beg as you gently bite her nipple.

'Beg me harder, baby. Beg Mommy like I am your queen.' Jihyo clamps her walls, again bringing you a step to cum, you don't know when did she learn to edge you with her pussy, but you are definitely enjoying it.

'Beg until Mommy satisfied, otherwise you are not going to cum.' Jihyo pulls your head away from her tits and kiss your forehead, the movement of her hips becomes slower, preventing you to cum as you are on the edge for too long.

"Please mommy, please let your baby cum inside you. It's all I want. I want to cum in mommy's pussy." You say begging her to finish you off. You wrap your arms around her back and pull her into you as you continue begging.

'Cum for me, baby. Breed mommy!' Jihyo moans loudly when she approaches her orgasm, she intentionally clamp her walls again, pushing you over the edge at the same time. 'Yes, cum for mommy.' Jihyo moves her hand down to your ball, keep massaging you so you can cum even more.

You hold onto Jihyo's waist and pull her down while you buck your hips wildly. "I'm cumming mommy. I'm cumming!" You moan as you thrust into Jihyo. "Have my baby," You cry out as you feel her walls squeezing your cock.

'Mommy is so full... Mommy is gonna have a baby.' Jihyo whispers.

Her walls are clamping so tight as she wants to milk you, 'Cum every drop to mommy.' The intense orgasm makes you keep cumming in her, not mentioning her hands are playing your balls at the same time. 'Do you like Mommy's new trick?' Jihyo collapses slowly and lays on top of you.

You wrap your arms around Jihyo. "I love it. That was the best." You say before kissing Jihyo. "But I don't think Mommy is going to get pregnant with only one creampie." You slowly roll Jihyo onto her back. "May I mommy?" You say as you push and pull your cock out of her slowly.

You slowly thrusting in Jihyo, however you did not hear the answer you would like to hear. You look up to her and find Jihyo has fall asleep already, still humming your name.

You chuckle and kiss her cheek. "I'm going to push you for falling asleep, Mommy." You grab Jihyo's legs and put her into the seashell position. Pulling out of Jihyo, you leave the tip inside her waited for a second before slamming yourself inside to see if she wakes up.

Jihyo still sleeps calmly even you try to fuck her hard, perhaps she is just too drunk, but this also means she is the food on the table, you could do anything to her, maybe unlocking more than one new positions.

You move Jihyo into the mating press and start thrusting, deciding to get one more orgasm before sleeping with her. You groan, feeling Jihyo's walls remain tightly wrapped around your cock as it pushes deeper into her.

No matter how hard you thrust, Jihyo is still in her sweet dream. However, her walls are still reacting to you normally, everytime your cock gets in, it's wrapping you so tight, making it difficult for you to withdraw from her.

You fucking Jihyo like a driller, the mating press position allows you to push until her deepest part, your hips move like a swing, the sound of your body's clapping is echoing in the room. The excitement of fucking Jihyo in unconscious is too high, you keep groaning her name although she can't hear, her breaths are starting to be heavy, you know you are going to fuck her to the orgasm even she is sleeping.

You continue to pound Jihyo, driving your cock as deep as it will go. "I love you, Jihyo. We'll start a nice big family together." You whisper into her ear, even though she's sleeping. You feel your orgasm coming and speed up. Jihyo's walls clamp down on your cock as she gets close to an orgasm too.

'Born a baby for me, Jihyo!' You moan loudly as you feel the entrance of Jihyo's womb is kissing your tips, and you cannot hold on for any longer. Your cum splash in her womb directly, her walls massaging you with rhythm, seducing you to cum more in her.

After you've poured everything into Jihyo, You roll her over, having her lay on top of you. You move her hair behind her ear and kiss the top of her head. "I love you, Jihyo. Goodnight." You run your hand down her back until you fall asleep with her on your chest.

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✦✦ CARLOS OLIVEIRA SECRET HOUSEHUSBAND!AU HEADCANNON

requested by: @14chira

content: pre-established marriage, silly cuteness, implied brazilian!carlos bc of his last name, fem!reader

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ always packs a savory, delicious brazilian homemade lunch for you, like farofa, the night before you head to work! he neatly packs the food in a container and leaves cute, little, pink sticky notes—that he steals from your office— with sweet messages like “love you, hon! <3,” , “have a great day, precious! :D” , “don’t push yourself, sweetheart! ;(”

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ clean your home office, so you can find it nice and neat when you return from work! he’ll vacuum the carpet inside, organize the clutter on your desk, then dust your desk and shelves with a pink duster he bought.

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ take a trip to the grocery store in his black ford truck and step out with a couple of reusable shopping bags decorated with colorful, flowery designs! he’d show up in a regular t-shirt and form fitting, black straw-string pants that leave his muscular figure on display for all the workers and housewives at the store.

he’d take out the small notebook dabbled in several sanrio stickers and the hello kitty pen you gave him to check off each item he had found and placed in the shopping cart.

his large hands would grab the handle of the cart and funnily enough, the biceps would reveal themselves every time he needed to reach for something high on the shelf.

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ recognize a neighborhood housewife and catch up with her at the seafood aisle since he missed the last hangout! she would fill him on all the neighborhood gossip he missed, then ask how you’re doing.

“oh, my wife? she’s doing just great! work is going well and she’s honestly just the sweetest..i don’t know what i’d do without her!”

he’d be happy to talk about you, in that gruff voice of his, then proceed to gush over you and how you’re so hardworking, but always try to make time for him for the next five minutes before realizing he has to hurry home and make dinner!

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ rush home and carelessly place all the bags on the kitchen island, then hurriedly throw on his customized pink and white striped apron that reads ‘BEST HUSBAND’ that you got him for your anniversary to start prepping dinner!

he’d cook your favorite foods from time to time and today’s special was another brazilian dish: moqueca! he would set out all the ingredients he needed and get to cooking.

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ take the time to prepare homemade drinks for you like raspberry lemonade or something as simple as sweet iced tea! he’d use all the cute kitchen supplies you gifted him.

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ welcome you home from work with a sweet kiss and help you take off your coat! not that you can’t manage taking it off yourself, he just loves doing that for you!

you would smell the heavenly aroma of the brazilian fish stew and smile at him. he’d then say, “oh, you’re gonna love what i made today, honey!”

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ wait for you to finish putting your bag away upstairs, then pull out the dining chair for you to sit and eat!

he’d serve you your bowl of moqueca and cup of fresh, sweet iced tea first. he would serve himself afterwards and sit down to dine with you.

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ ask you how work went and if you enjoyed the lunch he packed. he would listen intently as you talk about your day at work and how good business was doing.

he would take into account how much you liked the dinner and make a mental note to make the same food again.

you finally convince him to let you wash the dishes, after his immediate insistence that he should because you’re tired from work, by insisting that he was also tired and deserved a break from house-work.

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ bring you cutup fruit to your office or pão com queijo [bread with cheese] he bought from the brazilian bakery nearby if you’re stuck doing extra work like filing reports!

it’s not super often that you must work overtime, but some days your time in the office stretches into the night, so he brings you coffee as well.

“here you go, baby. nice and warm for ya.”

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ cuddle up with you on the couch watching your favorite streaming show on the nights you don’t have extra work to complete in the office!

sometimes you’ll watch a movie instead and surprisingly so, he loves those corny rom-coms as much as you do though his macho man attitude would make one believe otherwise.

it’ll be just the two of you huddled together underneath a warm blanket, laughing at ‘10 things i hate about you’.

“we should go paint-balling one day, hon!”

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ be cooking those tasty lousiana ribs on the grill with a relative of yours whenever friends and family of yours and his come over for a cookout!

he’d be too embarrassed to wear the silly apron you got him, as it would infringe on his tough guy persona, therefore he’d wear a solid beige one instead.

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ be playing uno with his friends or dominoes with your relatives aggressively, but then as soon as he checks on the grill to see if the food is ready, he serves you your plate first and feeds you the first bite!

his friends would poke fun at his sudden change in demeanor and your families never shut up about it!

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Neighbors III

Sorry for the delay, thank you for waiting. Read Part I and Part II

Harry wondered if he kept the defeat off his face as she brushed him off. “Oh, sure, kitten. Sorry, t’bother you—”

“It’s okay,” she said quickly. “I have to go help Rory with his shoes, see you later, Harry,” she rushed and turned for the kitchen. All Harry wanted was to spend time soaking in everything she was: pure sunlight and kindness.

But when Harry doesn’t watch Rory that following Thursday, he wondered where it all went wrong.

Somehow Rory’s questions set her off. Everything was fine. No not fine, practically perfect—if only they were together. If there had even been an inkling of an idea that they could date. That there could be more than friendship and neighbors. So, she did what she knew best: she protected Rory.

And herself.

There was only a single road between their home and Harry’s house. But it felt like an entire universe stretched from doorstep to doorstep. After being so intertwined since the moment he moved in, to not see Harry nearly killed her. Everything made her want to see him. She wanted to tell him about her day and ask him about his. When she went to the grocery store, she wanted to see if he needed anything, but she couldn’t bring herself to carry on the shreds of hope that they would be something.

Rory was wondering about their relationship which meant she let it get too far.

It took Harry five whole days to realize he was being ignored. He didn’t notice at first because the two neighbors were busy the first few days. Rory still waved from the driveway, and she offered a smile as he did. But Harry was too far away to realize it wasn’t reaching her eyes.

Even that first Thursday he didn’t think much of it. Her text made sense and was inconspicuous. Harry didn’t feel suspicious about anything.

You don’t need to watch Rory today. My mom’s having a sleepover for him. Read his phone. Harry smiled because that sounded like fun for the little one.

That’s nice, beautiful. Sounds good. See you tomorrow xx Have a good shift

When Harry finished working on that Friday evening and saw that her car wasn’t in the driveway he frowned at the prospect of no pizza. But more importantly, no company. Still, he didn’t think of anything about it because it was weird that she didn’t mention not being around for pizza, but she didn’t have to tell Harry about it.

So it wasn’t until Saturday that Harry realized he was being ignored. Saturday when the two of them didn’t leave their house. Everything okay? He sent her a message.

We’re fine. Having a lazy day.

Enjoy :) xx

It made him uneasy before he realized why. The twist in his stomach twinged but he figured it was just because he was hungry or something. It took until he was about to fall asleep for him to notice his anxiety over not being around them for the whole week.

Certainly, he would address it tomorrow.

She wasn’t sure what the full plan was. Surely she couldn’t keep busy for the rest of her life. Barring moving, she needed to figure out a way to ignore Harry without being obvious. For the first five days, it went okay. There was very little time to see Harry and the little traditions they had built up over the last two years were suddenly gone. It broke her heart.

There was a knock on her door. She bit her lip knowing exactly who it was. “Is that Harry?” Rory asked excitedly.

She wasn’t looking at Rory when he asked. She closed her eyes, hand on the doorknob and swallowed all the worry and fear in her body down. “Put your shoes on baby, let’s go to the bookstore,” she said.

Rory liked the bookstore so he didn’t question it. It was random, but he didn’t mind. Hurriedly he ran to his room to get his shoes.

“Hi,” she said gently.

“Hey, beautiful,” he smiled so sweetly it melted her veins. Every organ turned to soup at the two words directed to her. “Brought some pops over,” he said holding a box of popsicles in his hand.

She smiled gratefully, and now Harry was up close. He could see how it didn’t touch the beautiful eyes he adored staring in since he met her. “Thank you,” she said simply. “We’re just about to head out though, can I throw them in the freezer?” She wondered. Harry placed the box in her hands and could feel the frown forming on his lips.

Harry wondered if he kept the defeat off his face as she brushed him off. “Oh, sure, kitten. Sorry, t’bother you—”

“It’s okay,” she said quickly. “I have to go help Rory with his shoes, see you later, Harry,” she rushed and turned for the kitchen. Harry showed himself out and he blinked in surprise at the abruptness of the situation. Surely, he was imagining her off-putting demeanor. She was an angel. All Harry wanted was to spend time soaking in everything she was: pure sunlight and kindness.

But when Harry doesn’t watch Rory that following Thursday, he wondered where it all went wrong.

*

The hardest thing she ever did was tell her baby daddy that she was pregnant. It wasn’t supposed to happen. She hadn’t even graduated from college at the time and was anxiously applying for real jobs and studying for finals when she realized it had been too long since she remembered buying a box of tampons. She thought about how scared she was (and how in hindsight she had every right to be scared).

But she had been with Rory’s dad for two years and while the timing was piss-poor she was certain they would work and figure it out just as they always promised. Again, in hindsight, knowing how cute Rory was, it was a blessing he was around...even if he backed out of his promise.

With her positive test in her coat pocket and a hand on her stomach briefly, she knocked on his apartment door. He answered with a giant smile, a toe-curling kiss, and a hello so sweet the anxiety dissipated almost instantly. They would be fine—they couldn’t be anything but fine.

They had dinner that he cooked, a simple pasta dish and they laughed and smiled. When they moved to his living room and put on a show they had both seen several times she fidgeted with the ends of her shirt sleeves so much he asked her if everything was alright.

In that moment it was now or never.

“Um...” she said. “I...missed my period,” she said and pulled the test from her coat pocket. He blinked before looking at the test and then at her.

“What?” He asked incredulously. “Are you pregnant?”

She nodded and the nerves started to creep up from her stomach and into her fingertips as they numbly held the test in her hand. She could sense something was wrong. It wasn’t the reaction she had hoped for and she didn’t know what to make of it. “Yes,” she whispered.

There was a beat of silence of him staring at the stick with the plus sign on it. He snorted and shook his head. “I don’t want a baby,” he told her and looked at her eyes finally.

She wondered if her face paled in that moment because truly, she never felt so sick in her entire life and Rory gave her a bad case of nausea in her second trimester and this was easily ten times worse. “Well...uh...I don’t really have a choice,” she said. “And... I want this baby.”

He stared at her as if he didn’t recognize her. They sat there in silence again for several moments. “Then you don’t want us,” he said simply and stood from the couch and headed to his bedroom.

Closing her eyes, she swallowed. This was not what she wanted. This would be much worse on her own. Much, much worse. She spiraled into all the what-could-go-wrongs. How badly she could mess up a child that didn’t have a father figure. The cost, the job she would need, the loneliness that crept into her body.

All of it hit her as she sat on that couch. After she realized he wouldn’t be coming back out, she stood up, took the last of her dignity and the positive test, and left the apartment. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of begging. She was determined in that moment to do anything and everything for the little being growing inside of her at that second.

But she cried the entire way to her sister’s house to break all the news she had gotten in such a short span of time.

*

The second hardest thing she ever had to do was ignore Harry for weeks on end.

*

Harry was settling into the fact that he would never see her or Rory in the capacity he was used to ever again. He was saddened by the fact and wished with everything in him it would just go back to normal.

Fortunately, he lucked out on one small minor missed detail on a Monday afternoon where there was no daycare (once a month she took a week day off just to have Rory to herself). As he was about to get in his car as quickly as possible—so he wouldn’t find himself walking across the street to inquire what the problem was—Rory came pedaling over on his bike, furiously. He looked both ways but only barely. “Hey Rory!” Harry smiled brightly. “Don’t forget to look both ways, lad,” he reminded him.

He ignored it already making his way up Harry’s drive. He thrusted an envelope (it was junk mail) into Harry’s hands. “Mumma had me get the mail and I know how to read your name so I brought this to you,” he said quickly. “Can you come to my game? Mumma has to work so she can’t come,” he said. “So, you won’t see her. My friend is going to drive me,” he told Harry.

Harry wasn’t stupid. He knew Rory wasn’t supposed to ask him. This was obviously a secret. Harry shouldn’t have allowed Rory to keep a secret from his mum. But he couldn’t deny this little one what he wanted. Harry also hated the way Rory said Harry wouldn’t see her. He knew something was wrong just like Harry did. It made Harry feel so sad inside. He couldn’t imagine skipping his invite.

Plus, Harry really missed being in Rory’s life. “I’d like that, Rory. When is it? At the park?” He asked. Surely there would be no harm in Harry going to the game if she wasn’t going to be there. She wouldn’t be any the wiser. Maybe Harry was running in the park and Rory just happened to be playing.

Rory nodded. “On Thursday night,” he told Harry. “I...I miss playing with you,” he admitted looking at him briefly before he turned his bike around to head down the driveway.

Harry smiled sadly. “Same here, lad.”

“Bye, Harry,” he said softly and waved at him so softly and fleetingly, it broke Harry’s heart all over again.

“Bye, Rory.”

*

Harry stood in the middle of the field watching Rory run in a jersey that is much too big for him up and down the field. There wasn’t anything Harry could compare to a game of little five-year-old boys playing football. There wasn’t much fancy footwork, not a lot of spreading out and it was overall a big clinic for the kids. But Harry was happy to watch and cheer on Rory each time his foot touched the ball.

The only issue Harry had with coming was the women watching their children spend most of the time watching and fawning over Harry. He ignored the whispers that were clearly focused on Rory, his mother, and the ‘very cute guy that was here for Rory.’

Harry was clapping for Rory when he kicked the ball hard and it accidentally bumped into one of his teammates—making it look like Rory had passed it...even if it was an accident.

“Nice pass!” Harry called. Rory smiled delightedly and one of his friends whispered something to him and Rory shrugged back. Harry wished he could ask Rory about it but he planned on waving from a distance and leaving before making too much of a scene at the end of Rory’s scrimmage.

At the same time, she was rushing out of her car in the parking lot having taken her break early on to catch a glimpse of Rory playing his little heart out. It took a lot to do it all, but she would do anything for that sweet boy.

“Rory said he is his neighbor. I wonder if she’s sleeping with him.”

No.

“I’d sleep with him.”

“You’re terrible.”

She ignored the voices that didn’t realize she was coming onto the field at that moment.

“Harry.”

Harry could have picked her voice out of a crowd of ten thousand voices. The sound of his name on her lips was like a song. He turned to her, an apron still around her waist, her hair pulled back and she still looked stunning as ever.

“Hey beautiful, long time no see. Rory invited me here,” he said quickly. He was caught. No way around it. He had to own it.

She stared at him, and Harry swore he saw a flash of anger. Maybe it was bitterness. Harry had never seen her features sour like that before. Perhaps it was a betrayal knowing Rory was around him without her knowing and that Harry listened to him.

“Mumma!” He cheered at seeing her. Her frustration disappeared instantly.

“Hey cutie pie,” she smiled sweetly and ruffled his hair. “You winning?” She asked.

He nodded. By Harry’s estimates it was tied at least 8 to 8 goals, half of which were scored in the wrong net, but they were having lots of fun. “Mumma, can I have another sweatshirt, it’s cold!” He said.

Without thinking she took the sweatshirt off her body and wrapped it around him, zipping the front and rolling the sleeves so he would be warm. “M’gonna have to go back to work, baby, but I love you and I’m so proud of you,” she said genuinely kissing him on the forehead. “I’ll see you at grandma’s tonight, okay?”

He nodded. “Okay, bye Mumma,” he smiled excitedly. “Bye Harry,” he said quietly glancing at him out of the corner of his eye before heading back to his team.

“Bye, lad.”

They both stood there silently listening to the little ones cheer and kick and yell happily while running back and forth across the little field. Still, their shared silence was louder than all of it. In his peripheral, he saw her shivering, her arms wrapped around her torso tightly squeezing her arms close for warmth.

“Are you cold?” He asked.

“M’only staying another minute or so,” she said staring ahead. “I’m fine.”

Of course, she was. But Harry couldn’t accept it in good conscience. Even if she was only staying another minute. His coat was off in an instant and he wrapped it around her shoulders rubbing one of her arms for some added friction.

“This is unnecessary,” she murmured.

“Kitten,” he said softly. “Is...is something wrong? Are you actually avoiding me?” He asked.

She shook her head. “I have to leave Harry, just let me enjoy my son’s game,” she muttered quietly not wanting to add fuel to the gossip train.

Harry felt an uneasiness in his stomach that hurt so much. He was silent. When she went to leave she started to shrug off Harry’s jacket. “Keep it,” he mumbled. “I’ll grab it another time.”

“Thank you,” she said kindly. “Thank you for coming to see him.”

“Of course, beautiful,” he said quietly. Still avoiding eye contact and focusing on the little ones running their hearts out.

She was gone again.

*

Harry was waiting at the window to see her pull into the drive. She watched her pull the sleeping boy out of the backseat and she carried him into the house. Harry waited ten minutes before he headed across the street and knocked.

After a moment she pulled the door out of the way. Harry gazed at her with his eyebrows raised inquisitively. She had to start. Surely the change in their lives, so abruptly and suddenly, was also at the forefront of her mind. “I was going to bring your jacket back in the morning—”

“You can keep it,” he said shaking his head. It wasn’t the reason he came over. She had to have known that. “Kitten, what’s going on?” He asked. His heart was breaking. “I...I miss you both,” he started. She closed her eyes and shook her head.

She couldn’t look at him. If she looked at him all the resolve would crumble. She couldn’t stay away from him. He was so good. The best thing that has happened to her since Rory. “Harry,” she began.

She had already broken Rory’s heart about not seeing Harry, and her own. All that was left was to tell Harry. “Did I do something?” Harry asked and put his hand on the back of his head, scratching at his hair absentmindedly. “I’ll fix it...I’m...m’really lost without you both, love,” he murmured. “Miss you both a lot,” he said. “You didn’t give any warning and...” he shook his head. “All of a sudden...jus’...nothing.”

She stared at her feet. She had hard conversations before. Harry deserved eye contact and he most certainly didn’t deserve this. But she couldn’t look at him. Harry was too lovely, too beautiful, and she would feel so much anguish if she saw the pain on his face that was evident in his voice. The idea he did anything subpar or less than perfect or anything "wrong" made her heart truly break. Especially knowing she was the cause of it.

“You didn’t do anything,” she shook her head.

“I don’t understand,” Harry frowned. “Kitten—”

“Harry,” she sighed and put her fingers on her temples. She felt a headache forming. This was going to hurt so much. “I can’t...I let Rory get too attached.”

He frowned. “So what? I don’t plan on going anywhere,” he said simply. Surely this could be remedied.

She couldn’t very well say she was getting too attached so she dug a deeper hole. “Harry...Harry it’s too much,” she said quietly. “You with Rory...you’re so good with him and I’m...I’m too much.”

Harry didn’t understand what that meant. “Love you’re not—”

“No,” she shook her head interrupting him. “Harry, I can’t...I can’t be...I can’t have Rory getting attached to someone I’m not...” she trailed off and for a moment she felt so utterly embarrassed it made her want to fall through the threshold of the doorway. It was cold outside and she should have invited Harry in—he didn’t even have a coat after all.

But he was flooded with anger and sadness that it kept him warm enough. “You’re not what?” His voice sounded agitated. She had never heard him agitated before—especially not at her.

Swallowing what appeared to be a rock in her throat, she kept her eyes at her feet. “I don’t regret one second of being Rory’s mom but I didn’t have a choice. You do. It was too much for his dad and I don’t want you to feel obligated to be something you’re not or something you don’t want to be,” she started. “I’m sorry,” she said and before Harry could process anything she said, the door was closing in his face.

Harry was cold.

And alone on her porch.

It was several moments before he walked back across the street and sat in his living room. He gazed out the window looking at the quiet little house with the people he adored so much with no way of seeing in or worming his way back in.

Harry doesn’t remember falling asleep on the couch hoping that he imagined their conversation. But when he woke up with a kink in his neck, he knew it wasn’t a nightmare.

Well, it was. But it was also reality.

*

Over the coming weeks of separation, Rory periodically waved from the driveway when he spotted Harry leaving his home.

When on his run, Harry tossed a ball from the middle of the street back into the yard. She mumbled a quiet thank you in response and Harry went to his house without engaging any further.

Rory delivered incorrectly sorted mail back to his porch saying hi and bye as quickly as possible.

Harry mowed her lawn while they weren’t home.

He didn’t babysit anymore.

Rory didn’t have pizza and s’mores with Harry.

When Rory went to bed, the dreaded loneliness that she only felt the one time she sat on a couch in apartment of a man who didn’t want her crept through her body and made its way to her bones and through her soul.

Harry was there to make her feel anything but alone...but she couldn’t bring herself to let him in completely.

She wondered if Harry looked at her house ever wondering what was happening inside the way she did with him. She wondered if Harry would ever forgive her if she could ever figure out what to do.

Harry stared across the street at the same time and wondered if he could ever get over her even if he wasn't with her from the start.

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@reveriehs

[devirnis]

ooo if you do combos - 20 & 45 with some Buck h/c?

thank you for the prompts! I hope you enjoy :)

When Eddie walks into the loft and sees Buck in nothing but a towel at the top of the stairs, he nearly drops his groceries. 

But not in a fun way.

“Buck!” he scolds, hurrying to deposit the bags on the kitchen island. “What are you doing up? Why did you have a shower? You’re supposed to keep the stitches clean and dry!”

He catches Buck’s full-body eyeroll as he starts furiously putting things away in the fridge. This is exactly why Eddie dropped Chris off for an impromptu weekend with Pepa – he can’t leave Buck alone for twenty minutes before the man is already ignoring doctor’s orders.

“It’s been forty-eight hours,” Buck calls. “I’m allowed to get them wet now.”

“Forty-two hours!” Eddie shoots back.

Even from down in the kitchen, he can hear Buck’s scoff. “I don’t think six hours is going to make a huge difference, babe.”

Eddie scowls into the fridge as he places Buck’s oat milk on the shelf; he’ll be the judge of that, thank you very much.

It all started two days ago, when Eddie had roped Buck into helping him replace some rotting wood on Pepa’s front porch. The job itself had gone mostly smoothly – thanks in large part to Buck’s previous experience working construction – until the very end. Buck hadn’t been watching where he was walking, texting Bobby about something, and he’d stumbled right into the pile of old, rotten wood that they needed to dispose of. It had almost been hilarious, the cacophony of Buck swearing as the wooden planks bounced hollowly against each other, right up until Eddie had caught sight of the blood.

Buck had added a nasty cut to the collection of scars on his left leg. Eddie had cleaned it and dressed it as best he could in Pepa’s bathroom before taking Buck to the hospital for stitches, but he couldn’t shake the worry from the back of his mind about something nasty lurking on the decaying wood. His fears were proven warranted the next morning when Buck had gone to change the bandages and found the skin around the wound red and swollen.

After that, it was a trip to the doctor’s to confirm what Eddie already suspected: Buck had developed a mild case of cellulitis, because of course he had. Couldn’t just be a simple cut.

The doctor gave him a prescription for antibiotics to kick the infection and a list of at-home care instructions to prevent it from getting worse. Buck hadn’t been worried; Eddie, on the other hand… 

Well. There’s a reason he insisted on staying with Buck.

He finishes putting the groceries away just as Buck comes down the stairs in a pair of sweatshorts and a t-shirt – his slight limp not going unnoticed by Eddie. Buck ambles over to the couch while Eddie washes his hands and then gathers the supplies the doctor sent them home with before scuttling over to join him.

When he drops to his knees between Buck’s legs, Buck’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “Well hello,” he drawls.

“Don’t get excited,” Eddie says. “I need to cover your stitches.”

Buck huffs and slouches further into the couch, but obediently props his injured leg up on the coffee table. Eddie knows how irritated Buck can get being fussed over, and the fact that he lets Eddie mother hen him without complaint (mostly) makes Eddie’s insides go all fluttery. But that fluttery feeling flies out the window when Eddie runs his hand over Buck’s shin and finds the skin warm to the touch.

Shit, does Buck have a fever? If he does, that’s bad. That’s really, really bad. Eddie really tries to stop himself spiralling, but his mind can’t help but leap to worst-case scenarios: if Buck has a fever, that could mean sepsis, which could mean septic shock, which could mean organ failure.

Buck must read the panic on his face because suddenly there’s a hand on Eddie’s chin, gently turning him to meet Buck’s gaze.

“Do you feel any body aches or chills?” he blurts.

“Eddie.” Buck smiles softly at him. “I had a hot shower. That’s why I feel warm.”

“Right.” He lets out a long, slow breath, willing his galloping heart to calm down. “Right, yeah, that makes sense. Okay, I’ll bandage your stitches now.”

“Hmm, in a minute.”

Buck leans down, and Eddie pushes up on his knees to meet him in the middle. Their lips slot together gently as Buck’s hand slides around to tangle his fingers in the hair at the back of Eddie’s head, sending shivers cascading down Eddie’s spine. He lets himself get lost in the kiss, relaxing for the first time since he took Buck to the doctor’s. 

Eventually, Buck pulls away, but not before planting a quick kiss on Eddie’s nose. “Thank you for taking care of me. But you seriously need to talk to Frank about your tendency to catastrophize.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, but doesn’t argue. Buck might have a point, given that it didn’t take much for Eddie to make the jump from warm skin to organ failure. He carefully covers Buck’s stitches with a new bandage before taping it in place to make sure nothing gets in to contaminate the wound.

“Thank you for letting me take care of you,” Eddie says, getting to his feet. “Now keep that leg elevated while I make us dinner.”

Buck shakes his head in fond disbelief, but reaches for the pillows without protest.

(also on ao3)

[bookerdewittsstuff]

Domestic! Booker x Reader HC’s pt. 2

A/n: I wanted to write more of these bc I enjoyed writing the first part. This one will be less organized and more about random aspects of married life with this loser man.

CW: mentions of male masturbation, vague mentions of sex, mentions of fighting, reader is afab, slight jealousy. I think that’s it?? Bad grammar bc this is rushed and NOT proofread 😭 MINORS DNI.

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» Booker got jealous only sometimes. Jealousy stems from insecurities and Booker likes to tell himself he isn’t insecure (he is), so whenever another man would hit on you right in front of him, he’d clear his throat and give the man an unamused look, and then he’d worry about his feelings later.

» You never gave any of these men the time of day. Yes, your husband was a very difficult man, but you loved him all the same. Your lack of acknowledgment towards these men helped his jealousy, but those few times that a stranger would be so charming that he’d catch you giggling at something they’d say, well…Booker would puff out his chest a little bit.

» He’d wrap an arm around you, stand to his full height, and glare at the stranger with a simple “can i help you?” His look would be enough to send the stranger on his way without another glance at you.

» Later that night you’d randomly reassure him that you loved him and you were only being friendly. He knew that, but his pride got in his way of talking about his feelings. He just didn’t understand how you could be so nice all the time.

» Speaking of, the two of you were complete opposites. You were positive and friendly, always striking up a conversation with a random stranger in line at the grocery store, or complimenting someone on their appearance. You never failed to make someone smile, and you brought a warm energy with you wherever you went.

» Booker, on the other hand, was quiet and pessimistic. He didn’t talk to anyone unless he absolutely had to, and even then it was only a few words. He spoke to you the most because he trusted you the most. His tone was constantly rough and unamused, like he always had somewhere better he wanted to be (with you at home).

» Many of your friends wondered how the hell you put up with his behavior all the time. He was so..negative. You told them that he wasn’t always like that. And it’s true.

One morning Booker had awoken to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and what smelled like bacon and slightly burnt toast. He left the room and found you in the kitchen with the sun peeking through the blinds, your hair messy and sleep still in your eyes. But you stood there, humming to yourself as you buttered some toast for the two of you.

He leaned against the doorframe and felt a grin spread across his face. Booker rarely smiled. But this smile was genuine, and it felt nice. He smiled because there you were, the love of his life making breakfast for the two of you just because you wanted to. Because you loved him.

He came up behind you and slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning down to kiss the side of your head, smelling the scent of your sweet shampoo. “I’m so lucky to have you. I love you.” He whispered, which made you smile from ear to ear. Yes, Booker was negative, but when he stopped and watched you, just watched you, he felt as if everything in the world was alright.

Another time you remember was when he was gone at work and you had the day off. You decided to break out your paints and canvasses after keeping them in the attic for a few years. After getting married, your life was chaotic and you barely had time for your old hobby. But with the house cleaned and Booker away, you thought why the hell not.

You used to be good at painting, even entering some of your paintings in art festivals and earning some reward money. But that was years ago, and you were sure you weren’t as good as you were then.

You set your supplies up on the balcony in the backyard just as the sun began to set and you got to work, trying to find some inspiration. You mindlessly painted until you heard the balcony door slide open and your husband’s voice calling your name.

“Honey?” He asked, making his way outside. The sun had set and it was a few degrees colder. You sighed as you looked at your painting. You thought it was hideous. He came up behind you and looked at the canvas. “What is it?” He asked, tilting his head to the side to try and make out the picture.

You groaned and covered your face. “It’s supposed to be us..” you said, your voice filled with embarrassment. “It’s…abstract I guess.” Your shoulders slumped. You heard a light chuckle behind you and you pulled your hands from your face to see your husband smiling back at you. “I love it. It’s different. It’s very you.” He said softly and before you knew it, he was heading back inside with a pat on your head.

Those words meant a lot. And when you later found the picture hanging up in his office, you couldn’t help but feel a warmth in your heart.

» He’s not much of a cuddler. He prefers to sleep on separate sides of the beds, but sometimes you’d find yourself waking up with your head on his chest and his arm tucked around you. Or you’d wake up in the middle of night to Booker’s heavy breathing as he pulls you closer to him after he’s had a nightmare. He lied. He’s definitely a cuddler.

» He has a bad habit of ignoring you when you fought. You’d be so frustrated with him that you’d start crying and he’d just ignore you for a while, figuring that you probably needed some time alone. He didn’t like seeing you cry, especially not because of him, but he also didn’t want to make you feel worse by saying something wrong. But later he’d come and you two would make up.

“I don’t know what to do anymore” You scoffed, tears steaming down your face as you threw your hands up in desperation. All you got in response was a sigh and the sound of a door firmly shutting. And then silence. Booker had come home in a shitty mood. He had a bad day and decided to take it out on his loving wife. He was being really snappy and short with you, you did everything to try and make him feel better, but to no avail. All you got was a “goddamn it woman, leave me alone.” And then a cold shoulder. It pissed you off beyond belief.

You sat at the kitchen table and sobbed as you ate dinner alone. You weren’t very hungry, having your appetite ruined by your husband’s attitude. While you cried very easily, husbands weren’t supposed to take their anger out on their loving wives. You sat there with your head in your hands, your shoulders softly shaking as you let out your frustrations.

You didn’t register the sound of the door opening and closing gently, and his slow footsteps as he approached you. Only when you felt his rough hand on your shoulder did you recognize his presence. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. “Please don’t cry. I love you.” It wasn’t the greatest apology, but it was something.

» Booker denies any accusations that he’s clingy. He laughs dryly in your face whenever you try and tell him that he needs you more than he thinks he does. You like to bring up a specific time that proves that you’re right.

The house was quiet. Way too quiet and way too cold for Booker’s liking. He sat on the couch, unsure of what to do as you were gone on vacation with your friends. You’d only been gone on your trip for two hours, barely having made it to the airport before Booker was bored out of his mind. Sure, he had work during the day, but what was he supposed to do after he got home? Usually you would rope him into cooking dinner with you, and then settling down to watch a tv show until you went to bed. But now he was unsure of how he’d spend his evenings in the week you’d be gone.

By the fifth day, he was fighting himself. He’d already slept with your pillow close to his chest, his face buried in it so he’d smell your shampoo. It wasn’t working. He missed you so much it was unbearable. Your cell service wasn’t great where you were, so he’d receive sporadic updates on your trip, enough to ensure you were safe for the day.

By the sixth day, he was masturbating to old pictures of you. Some of the pictures weren’t even dirty, some innocent, Random pictures he’d take throughout the day. But when he used this imagination, he could remember the feeling of your soft skin as his calloused hands roamed your body, the cute noises you made, and how you felt around him as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you. It still wasn’t enough.

By the seventh day, he was practically on the edge of his seat all day waiting for you to walk through that front door. And as soon as you did, he was all over you. He pulled your suitcases out of your hands and pinned you to the wall. He’d whisper how much he missed you and how unbearable your absence was.

And then he’d keep you in bed for hours.

» Whenever he agreed to go shopping with you, on the rare occasion he did, he didn’t expect you to actually take your time in the store, looking at every single article of clothing. He’d follow you around with an unamused look on his face, sighing loudly.

You were looking at a cute dress that had caught your eye when you heard yet another loud sigh from behind you. You rolled your eyes, clearly amused by his obvious attempts to prove how bored he was. “Something wrong?” You asked without looking at him.

“Nope.” He said sarcastically. “I’m having the time of my life.” He said dryly as he looked around the store, soft music playing in the background. He felt as if his brain was going to melt from how bored he was. But he felt his interest pique when you grabbed his hand and pulled him to the lingerie section.

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[swinjeong]

Sweater Weather

words: 675

a/n: hello! this is my first fic! i know it's short but i really hope you enjoy it 💙

@itzsana-kiddingmenow thank you so much for helping me with it! you're amazing.

c/w: interrogation, tummy and armpit tickling.

lee: winter

ler: karina

this drabble is about tickling! not your cup of tea? kindly keep scrolling ^^

Karina lazily woke up after taking a nap in their dorm's sofa. She fell asleep while watching her favorite cartoons, as she was tired because of training. She looked outside the window and noticed it had been raining for some time now.

She got up and stretched a bit. Then, the girl started feeling cold after abandoning her sheets. She looked around looking for it — her favorite sweater. The raven-haired searched for it everywhere: the living room, her bedroom and her closet, Minjeong's, Yizhuo's and Aeri's rooms, the kitchen, the bathrooms and even the freaking attic — which had been abandoned for at least 2 months now. It couldn't be. Her precious sweater was nowhere in sight.

Just then, the dorm's main entrance door opened, revealing Winter — who's just arrived.

"I'm home!", she announced. After doing so, she noticed Jimin in a fetal position on their sofa. "Unnie, are you okay?", she rushed in her direction.

"I lost my hoodie-", the girl looked up and realized it. Minjeong was wearing her sweatshirt!

"OH THANK GOD, YOU'RE WEARING IT", Karina suddenly hugged the younger one, who almost dropped all of her plastic bags.

"Wait... YAH! Why are wearing my sweater?", she questioned her groupmate.

"Uhm... I-I needed to do the groceries and... it was raining... so I needed to wear something cozy!", the shorter girl replied after thinking about what to say.

"Give it back!"

"Okay, okay, chill! I'll return it to your closet. Just take a nap, you look dead".

Jimin just rolled her eyes and decided to go back to sleep while Winter went to organize their groceries. Later that afternoon, at the nightfall, the leader had woken up again. After making something quick to eat, she went to her bedroom to look for her hoodie, so she could watch some series. Except for the fact that she couldn't find it, again.

She stormed to Winter's room, demanding to know where her favorite clothing was.

"Minjeongie, where's my sweater?"

"Uhm I put it back in your closet, what do you mean? If you can't find it, you can get one of mine...", she smiled but the way she replied was odd.

"Jeongie, you know it's my favorite hoodie. Just tell me where it is!", she said sitting on Winter's bed. The latter sighed.

"I already told you, I put it back where i got it from", the girl mindlessly answered scrolling through her phone.

"Ok then. You asked for it".

Jimin got onto Minjeong's hips and straddled her.

"W-what are you doi-", she got interrupted by the older girl's fingers fiercely tickling her sides.

"wAHAHAHIT DOHOHON'T", she pleaded and tried to get away, but Karina was way stronger than her.

"You won't get away until you tell me where's my sweater", the girl said coldly. "Now tell me before I get your worst spots", she threatened.

"IHIHI I ALREHEHEAHADY TOLD YOHOHOHOU! C'MOHOHON!"

"Not the right answer, bubs", she teased. "I'm going to move to your armpits now, just telling you"

"wahahait pLEAHHAAHHASE ST-TOHOHOP", she was laughing so hard and trying her best to squirm herself out of Jimin's grasp, but it was useless. "I P-PUHUHUT IN YOHOHOUR CLOSEHEHET PL-LEAHAHSE STOHOHP"

"Just tell the truth, Kim. I'm getting irritated", she procedeed to tickle the younger's worst spot: her tummy.

"OHOHOKAY STOHOHOP I'LL TEHEHEHLL YOU!!", just as she said that, Karina stopped torturing her and got off of the poor girl.

"Fine... it's here", she sighed as she got her pillowcase and removed the hoodie from inside of it.

"W-why were you using my sweater as a pillow?", the girl got really confused.

"I j-just wanted something that had your smell so I can always remind myself of you... I'm s-sorry Jimin Unnie...", Minjeong's face flushed. Jimin giggled

"If you wanted something of mine, you could've just asked, silly", she ruffled the younger's hair

"I apologize... here, take it", she shyly said.

"No, baby. I want you to keep it", she kissed the girl's forehead.

"Thanks, Unnie. I love you"

"I love you too, dummy", they hugged.

[steves-strapcollection]

for all of us who've seen the light (salute the dead and lead the fight)

Rating: Teen & Up Relationship(s): Steve Harrington & Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley Other Tags: PTSD, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Bit of a self-indulgent fic. No ships, just vibes (for now while I work on filth). Includes some interactions between Steve and characters I want to see more of in fics bc ultimately I wrote this for me and me alone plus anyone else who enjoys this ur welcome.

~

It was a couple weeks after Starcourt when Steve insisted on hosting a pool party.

It was partly to get everyone together one last time before the Byers and El moved away, and also just… to have a reason to all be in one place that wasn’t the end of the world. It was something he tried to do before, but no one seemed to go for it. This last narrow escape from certain death seemed to do the trick though.

Steve spent the week leading up to the party painstakingly cleaning the pool and getting the levels figured out. He hadn’t used his pool in years, and he knows his parents haven’t used it either. Obviously, he took enough care of it that it wasn’t absolutely disgusting, but it still needed a bit of work. Robin came over a lot to help, which was mostly her sitting and watching Steve work. It was nice having the company. It kept his mood up, unlike when he was left alone in his backyard.

On the day of the party, Steve went grocery shopping to get a bunch of food to throw on the grill, chips, and soda. He also grabbed several boxes of Eggos and a bunch of cans of whipped cream.

On his way back home, he picked Robin and Dustin up, and the conversation was bright and excited. Steve was in great spirits, singing out of tune to the music on the radio, getting louder and serenading Robin dramatically as she wailed for him to shut up. He didn’t even care if it made Dustin more obnoxious with his belief they were dating, because Robin was grinning bigger than she had in weeks.

Nancy arrived at Steve’s at the same time, and Mike, Lucas, Max, and Erica all poured out of her car. The kids swept through the front door and straight out the back, barely taking the time to strip down to their bathing suits before jumping in.

Steve was still organizing the chips into bowls when Jonathan arrived with Will and El. He was full of apologies for being a bit late. Steve waved him off.

“If you want to make it up to me, take these out to the dipshits,” he says, holding the bowls of chips out to Jonathan.

Sure enough, Jonathan was immediately mobbed by a bunch of soggy teenagers the moment he stepped outside with food.

“When are you coming outside?”

Steve jolts at the soft, but direct voice, and turns to find El watching him from the doorway to the kitchen. She clearly hasn’t been in the pool yet, but from what he understands, Steve isn’t sure how much she likes swimming.

“I will in a bit, I’m just getting stuff ready,” Steve reassures her, then he gives her a secretive little smirk. “I picked something up for you…”

The excited expression on her face brought a proper grin to Steve’s, and he went about making her a triple-decker Eggo and whipped cream monstrosity.

“Do you have Reese’s Pieces?” she asks quietly as she looks down at the treat with an expression that was both happy and deeply sad.

“I don’t think I do, but I have M&M’s. Is that okay?” he asks, going to the cupboard and grabbing a bag.

“It’s perfect. Thank you, Steve,” El replies, and the two of them share the treat.

When Steve finally comes outside with the hamburger patties and cheese slices, everyone hollers at him for taking so long.

“Hey, if any of you brats want to eat, you better be nice to me. I was inside making these puppies from scratch,” Steve snipes back as he sets up at the grill, ignoring the kids while they whine at him for not getting in the pool too.

“C’mon, Steve, this party was your idea and you’re not even going to swim?” one of the kids, possibly Mike, says when Steve declines putting off starting the burgers.

“There’s plenty of time for me to still swim with you nerds after we eat,” Steve dismisses the comment. “Besides, I’m having plenty of fun.”

And it was true, he was, even if he hadn’t done any of the playing. He just liked having a house full of people, laughter in his backyard, people for him to feed and tend to. He just liked seeing all the kids in one spot where they were just allowed to be kids. That was enough for Steve.

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[mythoughtsbysms]

Date Plans

Do not repost this post. This is my original work.

Sunday Morning

It’s 7:00 am and you woke up to your alarm going off. The room was warmer than usual because you decided to close the window since it was raining badly the night before and didn't want water going into your room. It was foggy outside and you decided to get up and open the curtains all the way and open up the window to let some fresh air into the room. 

You grabbed your phone and went into your kitchen to make yourself a honey latte since you really liked it yesterday. You made yourself peanut butter toast with some banana slices and strawberries with a couple of hard-boiled eggs. You sat down on the couch and opened up your phone to see if anyone texted you during the night. You saw a notification that Matt has texted you very late last night, you were asleep at this point. 

Matt: Hey Y/N! Sorry for the late text. I wanted to make sure you are okay and say I'm sorry about the kiss tonight. I didn’t want to come off pushing or trying to rush things since we are now getting to know each other. I understand if you don't want to go on with our friendship. I want to make sure you are happy and feel respected. 

Y/N: Hey Matt! I’m seeing your text now. I was asleep when you sent your text. You didn't do anything wrong! I appreciate that you wanted to make sure I felt respected. I was worried that I did something wrong. You left so quickly. Are you doing okay? Of course, I still want to be friends with you. You're really cool and sweet. 

Matt: Hey. Yes, I am doing alright. I’m happy that you want to continue our friendship. I really enjoy spending my time with you. You're an amazing woman and I’m grateful to have you as my friend. 

Y/N: Aww... I’m grateful that you are my friend too!

You were so happy that you both are on the same page and communicated what was going on on both sides. After you were done eating, you went and got dressed so you can run some errands. You wanted to go to Blick’s art store to purchase some Prismacolor color pencils, some Copic markers, bristol paper, and a couple sketchbooks. You also needed to stop by the store to pick up some groceries and flowers. Flowers make you happy because they are calm and feel as if they have a personality of their own. [ Your favorite flower(s) ] is/are your favorite. 

Errands

While you were getting ready, you picked out an outfit. You are wearing black flare pants, a loosely fitted cream sweatshirt, a black beanie, a loosely fitted black shirt jacket, and a pair of black ankle-height UGGs. Once ready, you grab your water and stopped by the local coffee shop to get yourself a matcha latte with honey and went to go Blick’s. 

While shopping at Blick’s, you were picking out some colors from the Prismacolor pencil section thinking about texting Matt to see what he is doing but decided not to because he could be busy and you didn’t want to disrupt him from his work. You went on the purchase the supplies you needed and wanted and went to the grocery store. Before you left, you wrote down what you needed because you planned on baking more treats since you and Matt ate the other ones up. 

Whole Foods List:

Fruits: organic honeycrisp apple and avocado.

Vegetables: organic cucumber and baby romaine lettuce.

Pantry: 100% organic cacao powder, 100% organic cacao bar, canned pumpkin puree (2), canned refried beans (3), and organic peanut butter.

Dairy/Dairy Alternative: soy milk (2).

Misc: flowers for the kitchen table.

You got what you needed from the grocery store and walked home. Luckily, it wasn’t raining outside, so nothing got wet from the rain. When you got home, you put everything away and took care of the flowers. The flowers were [ your favorite flower ] and looked amazing on the kitchen table. I made the space look complete. Now that everything has been taken care of, you made yourself a classic peanut butter and homemade raspberry jam sandwich with some chips on the side. It’s simple but it was good. Sometimes, having something simple hits the spot, especially on a busy day. 

 A few hours later, you were relaxing on the couch eating a snack, and watching some [ your favorite genre of videos ] on YouTube on TV when Matt texts you.

Matt: Hey Y/N! I wanted to see how you were doing. You’ve been on my mind all day. 

Y/N: Hey! I’m doing alright. I’ve run some errands earlier and now I’m watching YouTube on TV while eating a snack. What’s going on?

Matt: Cool. Nothing much just been working on some music for an upcoming single. May I ask you something?

Y/N: Oh cool! Of course, what’s up?

Matt: I know we just met and started becoming friends but, I was wondering if I can take you out to dinner sometime? I’ve been developing feelings for you and wanted to take you out but wanted to take it slowly so you didn’t feel rushed.

Y/N: Matt, I would love to go on a date with you! What date and time were you thinking?

Matt: Awesome! I was thinking before my tour starts (January 27th) since I’ll be busy with music for the next couple of weeks. How about January 20th at 5:30 pm? 

Y/N: *checks calendar* Yes, that should work!

Matt: Great! See you January 20th at 5:30 pm! I’ll pick you up.

Y/N: Perfect! I’m looking forward to seeing you.

Matt: Me too. :)

You spent the rest of the night watching TV and relaxing, You went to bed with butterflies and love in your stomach. You were so excited but the date is a month away. You wrote on your to-do list things you need to get done prior to the date to help make the days fly by quicker. 

[hijadelmar]

tips for a bad day

we all have our up and downs, and today i’m gonna talk about those days you just don’t feel right. it can be just cause you woke up feeling down, you had a bad day at work or school... whatever. i’ll just list some things that helps me to cheer myself up for these days ♡

try to clear your mind. if you had for example a bad day at school, the moment you arrive home leave it behind the door. you’re home now, you’re away from these experiences and it’s your time to take care of yourself.

if you have homework or you have to do anything at home (whether it is from school, from your work, chores...) but don’t feel with enough motivation, in case you can leave it for another day and there’s no rush to end them for today, just do a little. if it’s homework for example or study for a test, don’t do everything today but at least dedicate 10 minutes to it. even 5, whatever will be better than doing nothing, because if you pospone it, at least from my own experience you’ll keep having less and less motivation to do it. listen to some relaxing music and be in a clear and organized space so you can go quicky through it.

once you finished everything you may have to do, good job! it’s now time for yourself. ♡

have a snack. if you’re hungry, make for yourself something quick and healthy if possible. take some fruit like banana or strawberry and prepare a smoothie, have some dry fruits, a toast with avocado, some cereals with yoghurt... whatever you enjoy and it’s beneficial for your body. it’s better if you can avoid unhealthy stuff like chips or sweets, but if you have self control for it don’t hesitate and take a little treat.

try a new recipe. leave a mess in your kitchen, navigate between thousands of recipes on the surface... wanna try something new? chinese cuisine, italian, mexican, thai... search for something easy to do by yourself, list the ingredients and in case you need something, go to the grocery shop. usually, cooking is something really good as it takes a good amount of your time and energy in something productive, you’ll end up feeling good and you won’t distract your mind with bad thoughts. also you can prepare a nice meal for lunch or dinner for yourself or your family.

if it’s possible, go out with your friends. if not, talk with them at home. make a voice call, it can be on discord, and hang out. rant with them if you need it and spend time. you can also play something together, watch a show...

watching new stuff can be nice, but it always brings us comfort re watching something we already do know we like. put your favourite show, read your favourite book or listen to that album you always go to... i also recommend watching a tv show you enjoyed as a kid.

transform that negative energy into something else. sit in front of your desk and write in a notebook or your diary about how do you feel. what happened that made you feel this way? you can improve it? there is anything you can do by yourself to live with it in a healthier way that doesn’t affect in your mood? change your mindset. do some meditations too, it will help you to cleanse your mind.

research about topics you feel passionate about. it’s never late to learn something new, and it’s always good for our minds to culturize ourselves. it can be whatever: science, physics, biology, arts, history, cinema... what themes are you interested in? personally, these days i’ve been really curious watching videos about snowflakes and how they form.

i mentioned this point in my post about gym, but pamper yourself. take a warm shower, do your skincare and your hair...

if you have the possibility, go somewhere you can be more in contact with nature. if you live in a place where you can do it, go to the forest, to the beach, a lake... just a park will do it. watch to the birds, photograph with a camera or your phone the flowers you like and try to find butterflies flying.

[pbandjesse]

Today was a pretty excellent day honestly. My wrist didn't hurt almost at all. I slept really well. James was smiling real big when I woke up and I felt good.

The weather was really nice today. That helped my good mood. I woke up very comfortable at 9. But I stayed in bed until 10 watching videos. James came to lay with me and we talked about the day and laughed about stuff. And it was good. I felt very loved.

James left to go on a bike ride and I went to get ready for the day. I didn't have any big plans. I would have dinner with Charlie later. But the rest of the day was open.

I decided to take a shower. It is always nice taking a shower when the sun is coming through the window. Maybe I'll do that more often. Give myself a little more time before work and start the day nice like that.

I got dressed and felt good. I didn't love my eye makeup. I have been playing with the messy eyeliner indie sleaze look but I don't think I love it with most of my clothes. But that was fine.

I went for a little walk to the grocery store. I got a pumpkin cheese tastey kake and went to Walgreens for a soda.

I can fit a 2 liter soda in my purse and didnt even crush my cheese cake.

It was beautiful out. I really enjoyed the walk. And when I got home I had my breakfast sandwich. Which was really a brunch sandwich at that point. And got into my knitting. I was able to do two rows before James came home.

They got cleaned up and we chilled on the couch for a bit before we went to the grocery store. I didn't want much at all but we got some baked goods and many drinks. I was very excited to find vanilla drinkable yogurt, super high protein. And I got a tiny pumpkin. James got us quarters and we went home.

I spent a lot of this afternoon clearing my closet. A lot of stuff had fallen down and it was pretty messy but I had the energy to work on it today.

I decided I should be brutal and get rid of things even if I liked them. Because I have so much stuff that I really like but I just don't wear and I should stop holding onto them. And honestly I could have and should have probably been more brutal in my choices. But I did get rid of a lot. A whole trash bag full. Shoes and bags and belts and clothes. And I pulled out stuff for fall and put away a lot of summer stuff. I wanted to keep all my camp stuff in one place and I think I did alright. It's hard because I have stuff I only wear at camp and the stuff that's summer and transitional that I wear other times. But I did my best to give everywhere a home.

I also just reorganized the suitcases I have to be better used for storage. And moved them to the back of the closet so I can reach them better. It was a lot of work but it felt great.

After that I had James help fold clothes in our pajama drawer. Didn't get rid of a lot there but not none. And really it just felt nice to really see all of my stuff and be like. I'm excited to wear this. I can't wait til it's colder because this will be fun to layer. Oh I forgot about this, I remember wearing this last winter.

Once all of that was done James was doing laundry and I started cleaning a little. I did some organizing in the kitchen but found the floor was dirty and we just have a lot of dust and little bits of stuff and spider webs. So I stated vacuuming but the vacuum wasn't vacuuming. James tried to fix it but then it wasn't charged and so I had to bail.

Charlie called me and we made a plan for dinner. They would come get me at 530.

So I went to lay in bed but then a few minutes later he called again and asked to get me now. And I was like alright. So I got my shoes on.

And he got me in his big stinky truck. But honestly it was great. He's so fun.

We drove to Canton crossing and got five guys. He paid because he's very sweet. We talked about the wedding and the goofy stuff I have to deal with and he told me about going to Indonesia for a month and his surgery on Thursday. He's getting a disk in his back shaved because it's pushing into a nerve. He is scared but also this is going to give him his life back. Hell hopefully be able to surf again. Not in Indonesia but it gives him a reason to go back.

We ate our food at the park by the water. And walked for a while. He told me about the boats and we pointed out every dog. The sun was setting and everything was really pretty and it was nice to be with my friend.

It's so silly that when you have friends that live far away it's almost easier to make plans then when they live down the street. Like he literally is on the same street as me just a mile away. Not even a full mile. But we will try to do better.

We went to his apartment next so he could show me the paintings he's installing tomorrow for his solo show. We got stuck behind an accident but no one was hurt so it wasn't a big deal. Just people not letting people merge and being stupid.

We got around it and got back to his place. It's a new build and was nice. I would have preferred it on the third floor because that street is loud and busy. But still nice. His has the two smaller bedrooms so he can have one as a studio and his roommate has the bigger bedroom.

This was the first time I've been in an art boys apartment rather then a sport boy. And so the furniture wasn't all weirdly facing the TV's. It felt more grown up. It was messy still but it wasn't as dusty. Art was all over and it was fun talking about it.

After the little tour and some art talk Charlie said he was going to paint for a bit and go to bed. I told him he had to deliver me home first. He said no you have to live here now and I was like I will clean the apartment if you make me stay here. He was like 'noooo' and took me home.

He dropped me off and I was glad to be home with that energy you only get after talking to someone about art. So I got in here and after I got something to drink I went and took a shower and got to work on my studio for a bit. I did t actually make much but I got stuff ready to work on tomorrow and I re-hemmed the dress I hemmed yesterday. I decided to take off another inch and it's basically perfect now and I love it. So it was worth it to do it again.

And then I got in bed and I am feeling good. James was at a baseball game and got home a little bit ago. I am happy to have them back.

We also were able to do some wedding discussion to deal with some last minute changes. We had 4 people pull out but 2 ask to come. And that is just fine. The two are actually my highschool best friend, Joanna, and her partner. And I'm so excited she's now able to come. It's been entirely to long since I've seen her and it is just so important to me that she's there. Like teenage me always knew she needed to be there and it's happening and that just makes me feel lighter inside.

And I am hoping that good feeling holds through tomorrow. We have a training at the museum tomorrow and then I'm supposed to go do some onboarding at AVAM but I am not positive because I have not gotten an email when I checked in yesterday. But that is okay! I am still looking forward to the day.

I hope you all have a good night! Sleep good! Take care of each other! Goodnight!

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Bathroom is looking lovely, I have a couple more hours to go of work, and then it's game night. I'm probably going to have myself a nice little soak after game night and maybe do a full wash day routine since I haven't in a while. Then it's blessedly my weekend and I will be enjoying the heck out of it (while also finishing the tidying of course)

I did the full cleaning supply inventory while I was at the bathroom one, and we definitely needed more than I thought. I picked a couple of useful extras and a couple of bath bombs because fuck it. It'll be a while before I can order everything, but that's okay. It'll be nice to have a fresh supply of cleaning things to get excited about. Also looking forward to moving the air freshener bottles around so that the unscented one is in the kitchen and the fun scented ones are in the bathroom and bedroom finally. Want my bedroom to smell like fresh cherry jam. Might do that bit early since the air freshener bottle is getting low.

Anyway, there's still a bit more cleaning to do in the kitchen and bedroom of course, but today's work already makes the apartment look much nicer. I wonder if I might bother reorganizing the bathroom shelves while running my bath tonight to make it even tidier looking. Probably so, but we'll see. If I do that, I may organize and clean the inside of the sink cabinet too.

Wifey usually does the bulk of the kitchen cleaning, so I'll probably just come along behind her and scrub the floors, cabinets, and baseboards. I may or may not actually tackle the fridge tomorrow. That's really its own whole project because I should empty it out, unplug it, and clean all the parts thoroughly, which maybe isn't the best thing to do right after getting groceries lol. Might put that one off again for now. And of course the biggest thing about Monday is laundry. I want to clear out my dresser and sort through all my clothes for things to scrap and so I can actually fit all my clean clothes put away at once in my dresser. That should be the biggest project, and everything else is just a quick sweep and mop and maybe washing the dog food bowl.

[noirshussiedotcom]

I'm Bound to Die

TRIGGER WARNINGS: 

Death, torture, descriptive gore, humans are treated like animals, psychotic man, may make you feel unsettled. 

!read the original here!

It was a late Friday night and I was hurrying home from the store after collecting groceries. Being the middle child, you’re almost always forced to do everything for everyone else. But hey, I’m okay with it. I consider myself a… people pleaser! Yeah, that. On my way home I ran into my friendly next door neighbor, Phoebe, who seemed to becoming back home from work. 

“Why, hello, Doe! What are you doing walking around at this time of night?” she greets from the other side of her metal gates. 

“Hey Phoebe! I was just picking up groceries— I had hardly noticed in the store that it got dark so fast…”

“Oh, deary. You should hire yourself a bodyguard— or better yet, get yourself a nice, strong, boyfriend! That way, I wouldn’t have to fret about your safety all the time!” 

“Haha, funny! As if I could ever get a boyfriend. But it makes me feel a little better that you worry about me. Well, I be seeing you!”

“Stay safe, hun!” 

Walking up my front porch, I set a heavy bag down to open the screen, then wooden door. Awaiting me on the confort of the couch, sat my eldest sister, Morcia watching the Andy Griffin show. 

“Well jeez,” she sighs, “took you long enough.” 

I placed the other bags I was holding on the carpet floor, quickly retrieving the one I had left outside. 

“I had a hard time time trying to find that ice cream you wanted,” I admitted, placing my hands on my hips while the door slowly shut behind me. “Speaking of that.”

I shuffle through the groceries, proudly pulling out Morcia’s Ben and Jerry’s “chunky monkey” ice cream. Sound gross. I hand it to her with a smile across my face. She looks up with annoyed face and asks, 

“No spoon?” 

“Ugghh,” I pouted, but complied and got her a spoon from a kitchen drawer. 

“Thanks,” she throws off the lid and immediately digs in, “you’re the best, sis.”

“Yeah, yeah…” 

As she enjoys her treat, I put all the things away on my own. 

The clock had struck 9. Yikes, I should really be going to bed! I tiptoed passed the couch, Morcia lying there peacefully with melted ice cream dripping all over the place. …I’ll have to clean that up in the morning. The stairs creaked as I walked up them, giving me an eerie feeling— like someone was walking up with me. I turned my head to look behind me, but with the dim TV, it didn’t seem like anybody was there. I softly walked to my room, which was placed all the way down the creepy and possibly haunted hallway. The bright blue night light we had plugged into the wall, to see where you’re going when it’s dark, saved me from a giant extension cord that slithered horitontally in my path. I should pick that up later, so one trips. Without hesitation or even changing into pajamas, I fell flat on my bed and began to sleep. 

…… 

A scream from downstairs had woke me clean up. Checking the time on my alarm clock, it was 11. What the hell was that scream about? I debated whether or not to go check or just go back to sleep, but the anxiety and fear of something bad, would keep me awaken nonetheless. I walked a clean path out into the hallway but noticed that the night light was no longer in the wall. And because I could’ve see where I was going, I fell with a thud over the cord from earlier. Damn it! I should’ve picked it up! Using the wall, I helped myself to my feet and made my way down the stairs. A cold breeze chilled me to the bone as I made the last step. Is the front door open? 

The TV was displaying a connection error and I could hardly see Morcia. Feeling around for the light switch, it flipped with an audible “click.” Nothing would have ever prepared me for the horrors that waited for me in the dark. 

My sister— or if I can even call that mess, Morcia— was an unrecognizable pool of organs and blood. Her torso was placed upright on the rocking chair my dad used to sit on, a long, lengthy slit down the stomach with organs removed. Her head, arms, and legs detached. The worst of it was, even her breasts were cut off. 

Her arms were left of the couch, one of her hands had the spoon I gave her in it. Her legs weren’t anywhere to be found. At least nowhere in the living room. And as for her head, it sat on the coffee table, a smile carved into her face. 

What kind of person— no, monster, would do something like this? Then it struck me. The man the had been murdering locals finally got to my sister. My older sister, my other half, basically the closest thing I would ever have to a mom. Why. Why her? I can’t bare to look at her anymore but yet, I’m so traumatized that I can’t even tear my eyes away from her. I want to wrap her in my arms again. I want to hold her again and have her tell me that she wouldn’t ever let anyone hurt me. 

There's nothing else I can do. I’m a deer in headlights— a fly trapped in a fly trap. The front door was wide open and I realized, I never locked it. This was my fault. My sister’s death was my fault. This could’ve been prevented if I had just locked the door. 

Well, I can’t go back, but I can definitely move forward… at least I hope. I have to defend myself now. There’s no doubt that the man is still here, somehow, somewhere, so I can’t dilly-dal. The missing night light upstairs leaves me to believe he was up there, or was. Maybe he was trying to catch me, when I tripped. But he must’ve been lacking, because I’m still here. I turn the light off. If he sees the light, then he’ll realize that I’m still here. I creep towards the kitchen, past the gore that was made of my sister. The light of the moon glazed through the window onto the nice, clean, hardwood floor. I went to arm myself with one of the kitchen knives but saw that…

The biggest one was missing. 

Obviously he already used it. He couldn’t have just now taken it, I most likely would’ve seen him. I pull out the second largest knife, keeping it close to my chest. I creepily tiptoed to the sliding door that lead to the back yard. I tried my best to open it quietly, but it slid open with a scream. We should’ve really oiled that some time ago. A bang could be heard from upstairs, causing my flight reaction to kick in. I booked it outside, shaking and not looking back. I hid behind a bush, my heart racing so fast, it felt like I was just gonna have a heart attack right then and there. I peaked my head up a tiny bit to see if I could see the criminal, but so far, nothing. I could make a run for it right now, but because I have no idea where he is, that would be risky. 

I sat behind that bush for what it felt like hours. Nothing happened, nor did I see anyone. I’m pretty sure it’s safe to say, the coast is clear. I get down on my knees, army crawling to my other next door neighbor, Florence’s shed. Just as I almost made it over, I could see something in my window from the corner of my eye. Out of curiosity, I stop moving and pay full attention to whatever that is. It seemed to be… a gun? Specifully a sniping gun. Then, just like it was some sort of demented puppet show, Morcia dismembered head pops up and bobbles from side to side. 

Was this a joke to the murderer? Some sick joke, just tormenting and playing with your prey? He definitely knows I’m here, and I should defieltly get a move on. But for an unknown reason, my body was frozen in place. 

Like a deer in headlights. 

Light a fly in a fly trap. 

Like a mouse in the paws of a cat. 

My sister’s head went down and the sniper rifle began firing, nailing me right in the leg. The impact of it caused me to hit the ground, hard. I wailed in pain, holding my leg, cussing under my breath, tears spilling. There’s no way in hell I’m surviving this. I’m dying tonight whether its the last thing that psycho has to do. 

He has amazing aim, I’ll admit that. But his next move was pretty stupid. My window was cracked open a little to let the gun out, and now, he opened it fully. I was actually pretty confused, and wondered what he was planning. Before I knew it, the man I had fell out the window, hitting the ground with a powerful impact. 

He wasn’t moving… did he just kill himself? Sure a height like that could definitely kill a girl like me, but by the way his built is, he could most likely survive that. I waited a good five or eight minutes and he hasn’t moved a muscle. I think he’s actually… dead. There’s no way I’d be able to explain a situation like this to the police.  

I limped over to his lifeless body, wanting to laugh right in his face, yet decided against it. Turning away, I began to limp back to back door. That was pretty stupid, of him to ju–

"Yahahahaha!"

Before I could turn around, the man had me in a headlock. But I thought– I went to stab him, but realized I left my knife behind the bush. I couldn’t see much of him, but he wore a suit, with stains of blood, probably from my sister, he had what I think are night vision goggles, and had a wide display of canine-like teeth. Sinister. I started screaming, punching, and kicking with my non-injured leg. It didn’t look like he was armed, so I say what I’m doing is a smart move. He covered my mouth, setting me down gently on the grass, without removing it, or his grip. 

“Sh, sh, shhhh,” he hushed, “that was the oldest trick in the book. And by how young you look, it was obvious you’d fall for that. But I was hoping tonight would be easy and that I had to only deal with one animal… Oh well, you won’t make this boring for me… will you?”

Evil. Pure, pure evil. The only thing I could try against this guy was… 

I bit down, hard, on his hand and he withdrew immediately, yelping. I tried my best to get up as quickly as possibly, and ran inside. I shut the back door and locked it, just as he began to make his way for me again. I snatched another knife and and limped to the living room, then tried for the stairs. At the top, I could hear him come in through the front door. 

I hid in my youngest sister, Erika’s room, in her closet. My breath was so loud, that I would have to simply stop breathing to silence it all together. When I heard him coming up the stairs, I held my own hand over my mouth, the adrenaline coursing through me. Please, please just leave. Please, let this be over. 

Then, he came into Erika’s room, huffing. Though it was dark, he looked towards the closet and began to smile. 

“Tsk, tsk tsk.” 

Does he… How does he… 

Night vision goggles. 

I should’ve hid somewhere else. 

He stands in the frame of the closet, blocking any possible route of an escape. 

“P-please…” I choked, “let me…” 

“You’ve made this night wayyyy harder than it should’ve been. I had to play tag and even hide and seek with you. And because you made me go through all this effort just to get you, I want to try something new on you. I want to try… a game.” 

A game?

“I-I’ll do anything.” I plead. “I’ll do anything as long as you let me go…!”

“Oh really? I’m glad you’re as excited as I am. Now,” he pulls out a switchblade from a pants pocket,” I want to see, 

how loud I can make you scream.”

…

A/N

thanks for reading this! its currently 10:49 pm and I was supposed to be asleep an hour ago, but was I start writing… I can’t stop! 

it was fun writing this! I tried to stay true to the original story, but theres obviously different elements, yet the same ending. I personally think this ending it amazing, but definitely not as good as the others that are to come. I really can’t wait to rewrite the other stories that follow after this so stay tuned!

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all of these stories were originally in different “universes.” but after I came up with the secret orginization, the “Tea Party,” they’re all set in the same universe. I’ll make a complete list of characters in my little “franchise” once I get all of the stories out. and I may even add on more to the lore with brand new stories! if I do have motivation to do so, I’ll draw all the characters and post it on here! I really hope I earned a fanbase, that would be so COOL. 

much love! <3

-Mob

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Hello cookie, congratulations on 700! For the event, can I plz ask for domestic headcanons for the bleach captains? If not that's ok! Thank you!

Of course! Enjoy!

Shunsui Kyouraku

Shunsui is at the age where he no longer plays around in a relationship. He's in it until the end, or not at all. He insists on open an honest communication and on being able to talk differences out like adults instead of screaming at each other like two stubborn teenagers.

He will do pretty much anything you ask him to do in the house. Captain or not, you shouldn't be the only one keeping your house clean and organized.

Waking up with a bad mood when living together with Shunsui is impossible. He prefers to have you in his arms when going to sleep, and he will hold on to you throughout the night. When he wakes up, he'll stay as still as possible until you wake up. Then it's time for morning kisses and cuddles.

Shunsui enjoys stargazing with you in the garden, accompanied by a nice bottle of sake and some snacks. He'll have his arms around you, or even have you sitting on his lap if you're comfortable with that, just so he can comfortably hug you and still watch the stars.

Juushiro Ukitake

Due to his illness, Juushiro can't do all that much in the house on bad days. On good days though, he likes to take the opportunity to cook for you. He enjoys is and is very good at making typical home-food. Nothing fancy or exotic, but the kind of things that are nutritious and make you feel happy.

Juushiro enjoys being near you more than anything. It doesn't matter if you two are doing different things in the same room, as long as you are near him and sometimes look up to smile at him, he will be happy. This is why he insists on getting a house with an open kitchen.

He also likes to decorate the house with lots of potted plants. Flowers to brighten up the room, some herbs for in the kitchen to cook with, and some bonsai trees for him to occupy himself with on days when he can't leave his bed.

He really enjoys you combing his hair, and if possible, he will gladly return the favour. Ideally, he'll sit in front of a big mirror when you do so, so he can look you in the eyes though the mirror as he talks to you. You can style his hair pretty much anyway you want.

Bakuya Kuchiki

Byakuya does what he can to be a good boyfriend/husband, but he is and will always be a noble. Things like housework is done by the servants, not by him. This counts for you too, of course. You won't need to lift a finger. He won't really understand if you want to do certain things in the house anyway (be it for the sake of control or just because you like something), but he'll let you.

Well-taught as he is, Byakuya wouldn’t be able to cook a meal if his life depended on it. He never learned how to cook, and he has no intention of learning it either.

Despite his busy schedule, he tries to have dinner with you every night. It’s not always possible, and sometimes when it is he has to go back to finish work afterwards, but he wants to make some time for you every day.

He will often get you little gifts. Flowers, chocolates, jewellery… Sometimes because he saw them and thought of you, sometimes just because he wanted to spoil you a little. Whenever he has something to apologise for, like for example not being able to make it to dinner with you, he gets you something as well.

Unohana, Shinji, Yoruichi, Urahara, Toshiro, Soi-Fohn and Kenpachi below the cut!

Retsu Unohana

Retsu's house is full of plants, and it wouldn't be complete without a garden as well. Most plants that she grows have some kind of medicinal properties, or can be used to make a nice, calming cup of tea. Teatime is a must, and if the weather allows it, she prefers to have it in her garden.

The plants are pretty much the only bright colours in the house. Aside from those, everything is in soft colours so the plants really pop out. There's also very little dark colours in the house, she prefers everything to be light. Big windows/windows that cover a complete wall are a must.

Retsu insists on no shoes in the house. They are left at the door and changed for indoor slippers or socks. No. Dirty. Shoes. In. The. House.

Marriage is no big deal for Retsu. If you want to get married, she'll be on board, but if you don't want to, she's just as fine with that as well. She appreciates the symbolism but at the end of the day, that's all marriage is. She doesn't need a piece of paper to tell people that she loves you and that she wants to spend the rest of her life with you.

Shinji Hirako

Shinji loves teasing you and once you live in the same house, that just gets worse. His terribly cheesy sense of humor is also still a daily occurrence. Yes, even when you're in a bad mood. Especially when you're in a bad mood.

Shinji is very lazy when it comes to his household. He'll make sure it's clean enough to not get sick from living in his own trash and dirt, but he'll push his chores off a lot and he'll leave his stuff lying around throughout the house. If you're a person who likes a clean and/or tidy house, you'll either have to kick his ass or clean up after him.

Surprise kisses. They happen a lot in general, just when he feels like it, but especially when you're in a video chat. He thinks it's hilarious to have your friends/family/co-workers think you have a perfect and loving boyfriend/husband, while he's actually a cheeky little bastard.

He leaves little notes throughout the house when he leaves. Some are sweet, some are jokes. He'll put them in the fridge, on the toilet, inside the shower, on his pillow,… anywhere he knows you'll come.

Yoruichi Shihoin

There is one night of the week dedicated to movie night and takeout. Both the eating and watching the movie will be done in bed. No, this is not up for debate. Lazy movie nights in bed are a must.

Be prepared for this woman wearing little to no clothes when she's home. She doesn't give a damn if people see her naked or not, and you're living together anyway, who cares if she's naked? Clothes are for going outside and for when visitors come over.

She loves taking baths or showers together as well, and not (necessarily) in a suggestive way. It's just a nice way to relax together, ‘and it saves water, right? *wink wink*’

She's actually a pretty good cook, at least when it comes to comfort food. When either of you are in a bad mood she'll step into the kitchen and make some of the best comfort food you've ever had. Which will then, of course, be eaten on the couch or in bed, in front of the tv, with a comfort movie.

Her favourite movies are comedies and romcoms. Anything that'll give her a good laugh is fine.

Kisuke Urahara

Another very laid-back person to live with. There is no rush at all when living with this man, with anything. He's the type of person to be at least a little late to every party or meeting because he just wanted to take his time and get ready in a relaxed way.

Don't let him take care of plants. He is the worst plant dad and they will die. Only cacti survive, and even those will struggle to do so.

Kisuke moves around in his sleep a lot and will steal the covers. A good way to remedy this is to use his chest as a pillow, he'll barely move at all then. Does the pressure on his chest really keep him still, or did he move around a lot on purpose as an excuse to get to you cuddle up to him at night? You will never know.

This man is very clingy. It doesn't matter what you're doing, he wants to have his arms around you. You're cooking? His arms are around your waist. You're trying to clean up? Good luck. His favourite moment is when you're both watching tv though. He'll pull you as close to possible to cuddle up on the couch.

Toshiro Hitsugaya

Toshiro has the windows open all-year round in his bedroom. Even when it is freezing outside, he'll want to open the windows for some fresh air as he sleeps, so he doesn't wake up in that stuffy sleep air that gets stuck in bedrooms. This does give a great excuse for cuddling while sleeping though.

He'll get you flowers every week, on the same day. It's a habit, one he doesn't want to miss. It's his way of reminding you that he cares, even though he's usually very busy with his work as a captain.

He'll agree a schedule with you to do chores in the house, just to make sure it all gets done and nothing gets forgotten. Of course, he helps in the house as well.

If you're not a fighter, Toshiro will want a dog in the house to protect you. Toshiro is very good at training dogs, as he is already used to being a leader and giving orders, and this dog will be the sweetest thing until either you or him give it the command to attack. He really counts on the dog to protect you when he cannot.

Soi-Fohn

Soi-Fohn will decorate her home in a minimalistic way. The colours don't jump out at you and there is just enough decoration to make it feel homely without having trinkets and pictures all over the place. Her home basically radiates calm and is so clean you'd almost wonder if she cleaned every day.

She sleeps with a lot of blankets. During the night she will want to say warm and she'll get closer to any source of warmth, which usually is you.

You need but say the word and Soi-Fohn will help you out with whatever she can in the house. Grocery shopping, the dishes, the laundry,… you name it. She will also start doing things without saying it if she notices you are a little overwhelmed.

She REALLY wants a cat. She loves the little creatures and has always wanted one of her own, but due to her often being away from home for extended periods of time, she never got one. If you've got a job that allows you to go home every day, she'll definitely bring it up.

Of het days off, she likes to cook something for you. She's actually a pretty good cook, though she rarely has the time to prepare something special for you.

Kenpachi Zaraki

Kenpachi is oddly clingy when you're home. He loves you, so he wants to be around you. Preferably have an arm around you. He's not shy about admitting it either. Why should he be? He wants to hold you. He's your boyfriend/husband. It's only normal.

He is the easiest guy ever to cook for. As long as you have made it, Kenpachi will eat about anything. Doesn't matter if you burnt it a little, doesn't matter if it's something he usually doesn't like. If you made it, he will eat it.

His favourite food is BBQ though, and when you eat BBQ he's the one making it. It's about the only thing he can cook, but that meat is prepared perfectly. He'll wear an apron will some stupid BBQ-related pun on it whenever he's doing so.

Kenpachi needs a dog in the house to play with, to get rid of that excess energy of his. It's likely a breed that's generally seen as dangerous, like a Pitbull. The dog is the absolute sweetest thing though, wouldn't harm a fly, and it loves playing fetch.

Kenpachi lets his dog sleep on his bed, which will cause some funny moments while trying to cuddle because the dog wants in on the affection too.

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Aurorra

Pairing: Dad!Henry Cavill x Single Mom!Reader

Summary: Henry meets his daughter for the first time.

Warnings: fluff, slight angst. Dad!Henry

A/N: I don't know why I'm a sucker for these types of stories but I am. Hope you enjoy!

It's been two years and two days exactly since you and Henry had broken up.

It had been one year, one month, and two weeks exactly since you had given birth to his daughter, the daughter he had no idea existed.

It hadn't been a particularly nasty break up or anything, but both of you were hurting. You both wanted the relationship to work out, and when it didn't, you were both too heartbroken to even remain friends.

You had moved away from London not long after the breakup, deciding to live in Manchester, which was closer to your family. When you found out you were pregnant, you had tried to call him, but he had blocked your number. You had no way of contacting him other than through instagram, but he had unfollowed you and you knew your message would get lost in the thousands he received a day if you tried that.

You had no way of contacting his family either. You didn't know what to do. You had told your family, and they were insanely happy for you, even though you were going to be a single mother. When your mom had sat down and told you her and your father would do anything to help and support you through whatever decision you made, you knew the answer.

You were going to be a single mother.

When your daughter Aurorra Enola Cavill was born nine months later, you knew you made the right choice. Being a single mother may not have been what you were planning in life, but holding your blue eyed and brown curly haired baby in your arms for the first time, you knew it was what you were meant to do.

Aurorra had become your little bestie. She was such a well behaved baby. She rarely cried, slept through the night not long after she turned a week old, and was always full of smiles that were clearly from her father. There was never any doubt in your mind that she was Henry's, and every time you looked at her and saw her blue eyes, brown hair, and her cuddly chunky body, it only solidified that fact.

Aurorra had just turned 13 months old, and your job transferred you back to London, so you and Aurorra had just made the big move back.

You had opted to move back to the same neighbourhood both because of the safety of it, and because you knew you'd have a good chance of running into Henry. You had thought about it for months on end, and knew he couldn't be kept in the dark any more.

You had just finished unpacking the last box in the bedroom, when Aurorra woke up from her afternoon nap. You changed her and the two of you headed out to ASDA to get some groceries.

You pulled in the driveway and saw car that looked similar to Henry's BMW, but you didn't think anything of it. You parked and got a less than happy Aurorra out of her carseat and strapped her into the cart before heading on your shopping journey.

You had made it through the fruits and vegetables, and was heading to the freezer section to grab frozen fruit for the growing 13 month old, when you saw a familiar back in the same aisle.

It was Henry. There was no doubt about that. He was wearing a white knitted cardigan, with faded blue jeans, and running shoes. From the top of his cardigan you saw a dark blue t shirt poking out. His hair was slightly messy, but still curly. He was reading the nutrition information on the back of a frozen energy bowl, and you quietly opened the fridge, hoping to grab what you needed from this aisle and escape without him noticing you.

You had gone over seeing him again a million times in your head, and in no way did you plan on it being in the grocery store with other people around.

But, 13 month olds have a mind of their own. At that moment, Aurorra saw a popsicle package with the characters from her favourite show, Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir, and proceeded to squeal and call your attention.

"Mama!" She squealed and pointed a chunky hand at the popsicles. "Bug!" You glanced up and Henry and watched as he did a double take back at you. His eye brow furrowed, but you ignored him, instead turning to your baby.

"Yes, that is Ladybug. Would you like them?" You asked, and she nodded eagerly. You smiled and grabbed them out of the freezer once you noticed they were organic. "Say thank you," You prompted, and she brought the same chunky hand up to her chin and then down flat towards you. It wasn't the most perfect sign, but she was still learning.

You saw Henry walk up to you and had to steel yourself for the coming conversation. "Y/N?" He asked, and you turned around to face him.

"Hi, Henry." You said, placing the popsicles in the cart with the rest of your groceries. He smiled at you, and then glanced at Aurorra. She smiled and cooed at him and he smiled back, and stroked her cheek. "Hows everything," you asked, trying to avoid the question you knew was about to come.

"Everything's good. Kal misses you. Still sleeps with the teddy you got him," He said, his eyes locked on your daughter. You smiled.

"Well, tell him I miss him too. Now, if you'll excuse me, we're running a little late. I have to get home and get her fed." You said, but before you could move the cart Henry asked you the question.

"I-is she mine?" He asked, and you nodded, trying to swallow the lump that had been forming in your throat, to no avail.

"Y-Yes." You stuttered, and seconds later, Henry's arms enveloped you. "I-Im sorry," You whimpered, and Henry shushed you.

"Its okay. Let's not talk about it here. How about I meet you at your place once were both done?" He suggested, and you agreed, before giving him your address.

"Okay. I'll see you there." he said, giving you another hug, and pressing a kiss to the top of Aurorra's hand that had curled around his pointer finger. He stroked her cheek once more, before giving you both a smile, and heading off. He grabbed his cart with groceries, and made his way towards the checkout.

By the time you had finished shopping and made it home, Henry was parked in the driveway. You took a deep breath, and got out, giving him a smile. He returned it, and got out of his car before walking over to help you.

He grabbed the groceries, leaving you to grab Aurorra, who squealed at the sight of Henry. Henry chuckled, and blew her a kiss. He followed the two of you inside. You set Aurorra down, who stumbled on her own feet before stabilizing, her empty bottle in the right hand.

"Go put your baba in the kitchen please," You said, and she babbled to herself as she walked off, ignoring you and Henry.

"She's absolutely adorable," Henry said, and you smiled. "Well, she is your daughter," You said. Henry threw his head back and laughed before following you into the kitchen.

You set the bags down on the ground and turned to put away the ones Henry set on the counter. You two made small talk while putting away the groceries, mainly about work. You heard ruffling behind you but didn't think anything of it, as Aurorra usually liked to help put away the soup cans.

"Mama?" You heard a little voice ask and you turned around to face Aurorra. She was holding the box of popsicles out to you in one hand, while her other hand made a clockwise motion on her chest, signing please.

You smiled and took the box from her.

"After dinner, okay?" You said, and she didn't like that very much. She plopped on her butt and began to cry.

Her arms reached up to where the popsicles were and sobbed her little heart out. Henry's heart melted and scooped her up. "It's okay baby girl," He said, bouncing her. She sniffled, but calmed down and laid her head on his shoulder. He smiled in happiness, and pressed a kiss to her curly head.

He turned to you. "I just realized, I don't know her name," he said, and you smacked your head.

"Shit sorry, I completely forgot to mention that. Her names Aurorra Enola Cavill. I made sure she got your last name, and that you're on the birth certificate." You said, running your hands through her curly hair.

"Enola? Like Enola Holmes?" He asked, as Aurorra cuddled closer, her chunky arms wrapping around his neck. You nodded.

"Yeah. I couldn't think of a middle name for her, and I was watching Enola Holmes just before she was born. It was the scene where Sherlock and Mycroft see Enola on the train platform and you say her name. I knew then it was perfect." You said, and Henry smiled.

"It's a beautiful name," he said, wrapping his free arm around you. The three of you stood there for a few minutes, before Aurorra shook her hands at you, and tried to wiggle out of Henry's arms.

"Ah dun, Mama." She said. Henry pressed a kiss to her chunky cheek, and let her onto the floor. She scurried away seconds later, towards her bedroom.

"Is she okay wandering by herself?" He asked, watching her little body fall to her hands and knees, but get up and brush it off before continuing on her mission.

"Yeah she'll be fine. She's just going to play." You said, and Henry nodded before pulling you into his arms fully.

"I really am sorry I didn't tell you about her. I couldn't contact you or anyone in your family, and I didn't have the energy during my pregnancy or after to make the journey to London. I promise I didn't plan on hiding her forever." You said, and Henry squeezed you even tighter.

"It's okay. I know you'd never do something like that on purpose. You've done an amazing job raising her. I just wish I had witnessed it."

"You'll get to see her grow. You might have missed her start life, but I have everything recorded. Her first breath, her first steps, her first words, all of it. I know it's not the sam-" You said, but were cut off by his lips.

His hand travelled up to cup your face, before he pulled away. "Sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I just- You amaze me, you know that?" He said and you giggled.

"How so?" You questioned.

He rested his forehead on yours before continuing. "You thought to record everything. You made sure she has my last name and that I'm on the birth certificate. You didn't have to do that, but you did. I've missed you so much, and I didn't know just how much until I saw you in ASDA. I never should have left. I never should have blocked you." He said, a tear falling from his blue eyes. "I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that alone. Thats never what I wanted. But, I promise to be the best dad to her, whether we're together or not."

"I know you will be," You said, and pulled Henry in for another kiss.

The groceries were put away a few minutes later and you told Henry to go and play with Aurorra while you cooked, which he happily did.

He walked down the hallway to her bedroom, and smiled lovingly when he saw his daughter sitting on the ground playing with blocks, a stuffed Akita just like Kal secure under her arm. She was babbling to a Mickey Mouse toy that sat in the corner of the room, and was stacking blocks.

Henry began to walk in the room when she stopped babbling let out a sneeze and a sigh. He grabbed a Kleenex from the change table and sat down next to her.

"Hey sweetheart, can I wipe your nose?" Henry asked, seeing the snot coming from her nose due to the sneeze. She looked up at him and giggled, which Henry took as a yes, and he wiped her nose quickly before disposing of it in the garbage can.

She began babbling again, and pushed the Akita stuffy into his hands. "Goggy," She said, and clapped, which made Henry smile.

"It is a doggy. I have a doggy like your stuffy, wanna see?" He asked, and she nodded and clapped.

Henry pulled out his phone and pulled up a picture of Kal. Aurorra stood up and clambered into his lap, which Henry welcomed. When she saw the picture of Kal, she started bouncing and clapping again.

"Goggy! Goggy wun!" She exclaimed when he showed her a video of him running.

"Thats right, he is running. He's really good at it too, believe me." Henry said and put his phone away. Aurorra stood up and reached out her arm for him, opening and closing her fist. Henry stood up, and let her take his big hand in her tiny one, and lead him out of the room, and towards the back door that led to the backyard, babbling the entire way.

"Hold on, honey, we gotta tell Mama we're going outside, okay?" He said and she nodded before running to the kitchen shouting Mama.

Henry watched as she stood in the doorway and babbled before pointing at the door. She held her hand in front of her face and moved it out, closing it into a fist.

"You're going outside?" You asked, and she nodded. Henry saw you bend down and whisper something into her ear with a smile on your face and Aurorra giggle but didn't think much of it, before his little girl was running towards him and squealing.

He scooped her up and carried her out the door. She pointed at the toy box in the corner of the yard and Henry carried her over. He sat her down and opened it, before letting her pick what she wanted to play with. She grabbed a bucket with shovels and molds before running over to the lady bug sandbox and patting the lid. Henry chuckled and pulled the lid off.

"You wanna play in the sand?" He asked, and she nodded before climbing in.

Henry sat down next to her, and a shovel was thrust into his hand seconds later. She had a bright yellow one in her own hand and was digging a hole. Henry followed suit and helped her dig the hole.

A few minutes later she handed Henry a elephant mold.

"Put, Dada." She said, and Henry's breath caught in his throat, the mold falling from his hand.

"Did you say Dada?" He asked her, tears clouding his vision, and he saw her smile and point at the house.

"Mama, say." she said, picking up the elephant mold again.

"Mama told you I'm your Dada?"

She nodded and shook the mold in his face, practically begging him to take it. Henry smiled and pulled her out of the sand box, into his arms.

"I am your Dada, and I promise you I will love you forever." He said, and kissed her cheeks. She giggled before pointing at the sand box and doing grabby hands. Henry chuckled but put her back where she was. He picked up the mold and began to fill it with sand before she got upset.

"I apologize for interrupting your playtime," He said. "Now, lets make some animals."

Later that night, when Aurorra had been fed and put to bed, Henry pressed another kiss to your lips.

"She called me Dada when we were playing outside." He confessed and your eyes lit up.

"Really? I told her before she went out with you that you were her Dada, I wasn't expecting her to say it so soon!" You exclaimed. Henry chuckled, and pulled you into his lap.

"I'm so happy she did. Thank you for giving me her." He said, pressing his lips to yours before you could respond.

[omiscurls]

everything that’s wrong with me

plot: you walk in on tartaglia having a meltdown 

warnings: hurt/comfort, but very little comfort, description of self hate (the character, not the reader) 

i listened to god must hate me and nearly made myself cry writing this one

there was exactly zero thoughts in your head as you headed back home from your stroll. initially, you were just going to stop by bubu pharmacy and pick up some things, but from then you just went on walking through each and every little street and pathway liyue has to offer, enjoying the nice weather and the overall gleeful mood everyone seemed to be in. 

by the time you reached the door to your home, it was already getting dark, and your hand was all red and hurting from carrying the shopping bags for a long time, but it didn’t seem to have dampened your mood. you turned the key in the lock of your door and pushed it open with your foot. 

“i’m back!” you shouted, announcing your return to your boyfriend, who you supposed had to be home by now, considering it was his day off as well, but mentally you were prepared to find a note with his usual “hi love, i got called back to work, don’t know when i’ll be back, see you later, love you, don’t miss me too much” resting on the kitchen counter or the dining table. 

when you were met with silence, the thought of him having left seemed even more realistic, and though you weren’t exactly surprised, it did sting you a bit, you were looking forward to spending the day together. 

having closed the door, and while making peace with the fact that you had to entertain yourself alone this evening, you began the tedious task of putting the groceries away, and generally organizing everything that you’ve bought. only after finishing that did you venture further into your home, intentionally walking towards the bathroom, to maybe make yourself a nice bath or something of sorts. 

you halted upon hearing a soft thud coming from the room that has been recently turned into tartaglia’s workplace, or more likely, gym, as if someone fell in there. frozen in place, suspecting it to be a thief or something, because surely if childe was home he would’ve said hi, you waited for the next sound. 

you didn’t expect it to be a curse word said in a brittle voice, followed by something sliding towards the floor. recognizing the owner of said voice instantly, you didn’t even bother to knock before opening the door wide, and marching in there. 

you were met with a difficult situation. your boyfriend was indeed there, and as it turned out, he was the one to have fallen on the floor, now hiding his face between his knees and crossed arms, looking like a lost kid. in front of him, there was a punching bag that has seen better times, and besides, a lot of broken objects that he had to slam against the floor or something along the lines of that. the room seemed tense and you stayed silent for a moment before coming back to your senses and walking up to his side. 

“love?” you asked quietly, crouching in front of him. he didn’t notice your presence, still very deep inside of his own mind, muttering another “fuck” under his breath. “hey” you nudged his shoulder, attempting to speak as softly as it was humanly possible. 

to say it was rare to see the almighty, confident and even presumptuous lord tartaglia like this would be an understatement; you were almost sure you had never, ever seen him break down, nor have you heard of a situation like that happening. hence, you didn’t exactly know how to act. it got to you rather painfully that, while he was an expert at cheering you up and getting you out of the worst breakdowns, you had to idea how to do the same for him. 

he didn’t lift his head up, but you did hear a quiet “what do you want” coming from him. it was hoarse and wobbly, and didn’t sound like him at all. 

“what’s up? why’re we sitting in the dark?” you continued carefully, your fingers running through his hair, since he normally liked it, in any attempt of bringing him some comfort. 

the room fell silent again, and you thought of either leaving him be and just sitting there, or asking another question, but were thrown off tracks by a sudden reply.

“i’m a lost cause” he said slowly, leaving you completely stunned. “i’m-” he started again, but ran out of breath “i can’t even-”

“easy” you coaxed, feeling his body tremble under your hand. “darling, look at me” 

“no” he shook his head instantly, attempting to cover up even tighter. 

“come on, please. i want to help you.” 

witnessing him struggle to even show you, a person he loved, his face, was breaking your heart piece by piece, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what you saw when he finally did lift his head up. 

your eyes were met with his, usually bright and blue, like the sea on a sunny day, now painted a hue bordering on violet, tired and dark, bloodshot with veins all around the iris. his face was as if broken and glued back together with a lavender glue, like his blood turned a different shade and painted his face, almost as if with makeup. the lines were glowing slightly, shining a sickly light at the rest of his pale condition. it wouldn’t feel enough to say it was scary sight - it got the blood in your veins circle back into your heart, or at least that’s what you felt. 

his face was wet with tears and sweat, and had a desperate look painted all over it. you didn’t think twice before moving your hand to cup his cheek, but he urged away from the contact, as if it hurt him. 

only then did you start noticing a bunch of very familiar and very worrying details - how his clothes were ripped, how he struggled breathing, how hot his skin felt, how his hair looked as if he was out faced with strong wind, instead of just sitting in a room. 

“you used it” you stated “why?”

as if on cue, tears started spilling from his eyes again, and he turned away, searching for words. 

“i was trying to get better at it” he admitted “i thought... the reason for why i always feel like i’m dying afterwards is because im tired from battle, or because of something in the environment, or... i just hoped it wasn’t just my fault”

“but-”

“the last time i trained it in safe conditions were still in the fatui facilities. i was young. i thought that now, now that i stopped growing and all, maybe it’d have less of an affect on me. it didn’t. it doesn’t.” 

“we know for a while now that it doesn’t. you know it damn well. why would you-”

“oh for fucks sake!” he interrupted with more energy than in the entirety of the conversation “how would you feel knowing that you have something, you are something every damn army in the world would desire, that you’re supposed to be so special and all, and you can’t even do it right?” his voice was balancing on the fine edge of a cry. “i am nothing more than a simple instrument of war and havoc, and i’m failing at the one thing i’m supposedly good at. i was sent away from home, my father hates me to this day, i spent my teenage years being trained, tested, looked down on, pointed at, sent away as far from my homeland as possible, all for nothing? all for not even being good enough at the one thing that caused it?”

your heart ached. your entire body and spirit ached. you wanted to shout “no” at him, but you couldn’t interrupt something so important, thought heart wrenching.

“ajax, you’re a human being.” you whispered “human beings have boundaries.”

“i have been told i was a monster far too many times to still believe something as naive” he hissed, an unknowing shade of hatred appearing in his eyes. even if it wasn’t directed at you, you still felt small under his piercing gaze. he cleared his throat before coming back to the previous subject. “i... wanted to see how long i could manage. recently i noticed i get tired way easier than i once did when using it, and that the effects last longer. and other than that...” he stopped, looking into your eyes, as if he was searching for your approval to continue. “it’s taking control over me. i get... i get dreams, visions, my face looks different, sometimes a voice in my head starts whispering into my thoughts. it’s terrifying.” 

like hell it was terrifying. just the way he said it made shivers run up your spine. 

“control as in...?” you asked carefully

“as in it’s either going to kill me or make me do it myself” he murmured before practically bursting into tears. you rushed to hug him, feeling your eyes prickle as well, and this time were met with hands embracing your body desperately, pulling you as close as he possibly could, to a suffocating extent. “i don’t want to die yet” he begged in a whisper, making you sob as well. 

you wanted to say something, you had to, but words just wouldn’t come out. 

“fuck, if i was just a little stronger, had just a little more willpower... why do i have to be this pathetic? the unbeatable tartaglia beaten by tartaglia himself! i guess that’s a fitting end to my story”

this was your cue for bringing yourself back up and facing him with a fierce look. 

“you’re not pathetic. and you’re not going to die. you’re by far the strongest person i know, and i know by previous experience you can do anything you set your mind to. you’re the one who always turns problems into challenges, and aren’t challenges what you love the most? if that’s what you fear, then do what you always do and defeat it. and i’ll be there to say you won, just as you always do.” you tried hard to steady your voice and to make it sound confident, even thought you were at the verge of panic. you believed every word you said, but still, even the thought of loosing your love was way too hard for you to bear. “i will turn the world upside down if that’s what i have to do in order to help you, but i will do it. i will do anything to ensure you’re safe. i promise” you said, wrapping your pinkie around his, just like he always does. 

you watched as the violet strings on his face slowly subdued and color returned to his cheeks. 

“you really believe that?” he asked, but it wasn’t at all sarcastic. there was a desperate hope in his voice, a need of reassurance you’ve never seen him show before. 

“i know it” you answered confidently. “i mean, your parents really did look into the future before naming you after a mythical hero”

“a mythical hero who went insane” he argued immediately. 

“well, unless you’re on bad terms with a god like athena then i don’t think that kind of an end awaits you”

“someone has done their reading” it was nice to see humor coming back to him “well, not unless mister zhongli counts”

“isn’t it him who’s on bad terms with you?” you joked carefully, knowing rex lapis’ lie was still a sensitive subject with your boyfriend.

“gods” he chuckled “i must’ve done something really good in my past life to deserve you in this one”

you responded with a smile 

“then i guess we were both once saints”

“what a nice contrast that would make”