#had to go do laundry now dishes and then take the trash out after putting everyones clothes away

[thehuns-bubble-tea]

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[thehusbandoden]

You Flinch During an Argument -Kirishima Eijiro

A/n: this took me way too long, so sorry for the wait 🥺🥺

Holy crap this is long.. hope you enjoy this madness <33

General info:

Genre: angst to fluff/comfort // WC: 2,516

Warnings!: Arguing, one sided argument, mean reader, insecurity, self hate, slight self harm (grabbing at hair), mention of bullies, crying, flinching, and a lot of apologizing. Please let me know if I miss any! <3

Dabi | Hawks | Todoroki Shoto | Bakugo Katsuki | Midoriya Izuku | Shigaraki Tomura | Aizawa Shota | Amajiki Tamaki | Kirishima Eijiro | Shinso Hitoshi

(it took forever to find this specific gif 💔)

"Y/n- I said that I was sorrry!"

"And I said I don't care anymore!"

"Y/n, please! You're being unreasonable!"

"I'm being unreasonable?! I HAVE ASKED YOU FOR ALMOST THREE MONTHS - YOU ARE SUCH A-"

"Y/n, calm down, you don’t want to say something you'll regret."

"You suck. You're a pig headed, selfish, work obsessed, slobby, jerk."

Kirishima was silent as you insulted him, part of him feeling like he deserved it all.

"Okay, y/n, I understand that I screwed up. And I know that I can't make it all better overnight, but please. You can not drive right now."

"And why not? It's not like I'm under any influence."

"Y/n, it's dark and rainy. That, plus your anger- is a sure way to kill both of us. I can not live without you, Pebble."

"Do not call me that." You seethe, glaring up at your redheaded husband.

Heart aching, Kirishima desperately thought of a way to keep you here with him, not knowing how he would cope if he lost you due to some stupid argument about cleaning.

"J-just stay here tonight. You can sleep in our bed, and I'll sleep downstairs. I won't talk to you, and if you still want to go in the morning, I won't stop you. If you're still angry, Ochako can come pick you up."

Considering the idea, you huff as you cross your arms, glaring at Kiri.

"Fine.. but I have a few conditions. On top of not talking to me, you will not touch, nor look at me. Deal?"

"If you hand me your keys, deal."

"Is that really necessary?"

"Or at least put them somewhere visible."

"Fine, deal."

"Deal." Kiri agreed, shaking your outstretched hand.

~

After you walked in Kiri waited a minute or so before following pursuit, closing and locking the front door with a relieved sigh- simply happy that you agreed on staying here for tonight.

After picking up the living room and washing the dishes, Kirishima deemed it okay to go upstairs to swiftly get ready for bed.

As Eijiro thought about your side of the argument his heart started weighing him down with guilt.

He truly didn't mean to be such a jerk. He didn't think about how overworked and exhausted you were.

In his head, he was going above and beyond picking up after himself, doing the dishes every other day, taking out the trash, folding both his clothes and the fitted sheets, and cooking breakfast almost every morning. He didn't think about the other household chores, how much work caring for the house took, nor how long and hard you worked on top of the house.

You worked shorter hours then he did, that's true, but you still worked hard and desperately tried to be patient with him. For over a month you've been gently asking him to help out more or do this and that for you.

When you asked him to do a specific thing he truly did try his best to get it done as soon as possible. Pausing his game to take out the trash, setting reminders to switch the laundry on his days off, scrubbing pots and pans late at night, and watering the plants most every morning before work.

But he didn't understand when you asked him to 'do more', he thought that he was doing a lot more than average, totally forgetting to consider that you work too and he's not the sole provider.

You had gotten really annoyed with how much you did in the house and how little he did in comparison, and confronted him once again after he got home from work.

He was quite confused and defended himself, not really seeing your side of things. It took ten minutes of arguing back and forth to actually understand your side of things, realizing that due to you both providing you both needed to tend to the house.

Guilt consumed him as he attempted to apologize again and again yet you wouldn't let him talk. After twenty minutes of this one sidedness you got angry and stormed out, telling him that you were going to Ochako's house.

Even though Kiri felt extremely guilty, he was mostly relieved that you didn't leave in these conditions, knowing that he wouldn't be able to function if he lost you for good.

Kiri was snapped out of his thoughts due to the tingling feelings of his hands going numb due to the cold water pouring onto them.

Sighing, Kiri turned off the water before sneakily grabbing a spare blanket, his pillow, and a pair of pajama bottoms from your shared bedroom, refusing to look at you as he hurried out of the dark room.

After changing and settling on the couch Kiri simply stared at the ceiling, going over your side of things and realising how much he screwed up and what he could do to change and start to make it up to you.

~~

You jolted awake as a large crashing sound came from downstairs, hurrying out of bed, you readied your quirk in case of a villain.

"Ei..? Is that you?" You call, poking your head out into the kitchen.

"Yeah- sorry for waking you up."

"It's okay.. but what happene-" you froze as you saw Kirishima on the floor, shattered dishware surrounding him.

"Eijiro what the heck!" You exclaim, reaching out your arm to try and help the pro hero.

"I- I was trying to clean.. I'm sorry.."

At the word 'clean' memories of last night flooded your mind, causing you to drop your hand to your side, irritation flooding your senses.

"Oh, so now you're trying to make three months of neglectness and excuses better in one night?"

"N-no! Not at all! I just wanted to start helping out more!"

"It's three months too late for that Eijiro."

"You're being unreasonable-"

"No! What's unreasonable is you and your selfish laziness!"

"I'm trying! We're both new to living together and I didn't understand before!"

"Whatever. Just get up and go. I'll have to clean up and stop by the store before work."

"What- no! I'll clean it up!" Kiri exclaimed, jumping up from the ground, hardening his skin so he wouldn't get cut.

Shards of glass bounced off of Kiri's hardened skin, flying everywhere. Luckily, you were a pro hero, and had the amazing reflexes that came from that line of work. You dived down, avoiding the injury you would've received.

"Y-y/n! Are you okay?!" Kirishima exclaimed, rushing to your side.

Seeing the sudden movement you flinched, body still under alert.

After realizing what happened your heart dropped.

Oh no.

Kirishima was a gentle soul. He cared for you deeply and was always looking for ways to make your life easier and more enjoyable. There is no way he would take this lightly. He would definitely paint a wor-

You were snapped out of your thought process at the sound of a door closing. Panicking, you realized that Kirishima was xgonex.

"Ei!?" You call, hurrying to check for him in the living room, quickly realising that he left. Panicking, you hurry to slip on some slippers before making your way out the door, rushing to Kirishima's truck before he could pull out.

"Ei wait!" You exclaim, putting one hand on the handle of the truck and the other on his window. After looking down at you, he bit his lip before slightly opening the window so he could hear you.

"Go back in the house Pebble.." Kiri whispered, causing your heart to ache in dismay.

"Eijiro- what's wrong? I wasn't scared of you it was a reaction from the-"

"I don't care y/n. You flinched because of me- I- I need some time."

You could feel tears stinging your eyes as you stepped back, biting your lip as you watched Kirishima put the truck in reverse and slowly back out of the driveway, face heavy with hurt.

As soon as the red truck disappeared from sight you broke, running into the house before falling onto the couch, sobbing into a pillow.

The angered words you spat at your sweet, loving Eijiro flashed through your mind as you cried, guilt weighing you down as you remembered Kiri's heart broken face. Your mind started playing against you, shouting at you for your selfish, idiotic words and how you hurt the one person you cared most about.

'He didn't do anything!'

'You stupid little- he was doing his best! He apologized! And yet you treated him so- so horribly due to a few mistakes!'

'He really doesn't derseve you. He deserves someone as patient and loving as he is.'

'He was so heartbroken! You idiot!'

'I bet he's going to find somone better then you. I would't blaim him either.'

Tears rolled down your face as you sat up to stare at a picture of Eijiro on your wedding day. His red eyes were sparkling as he grinned at the camera, feeling nothing but joy and such love for you.

You two met in elementary school. You saved him from some bullies yada yada and instantly became friends. He was in third grade, you were in second. Your grade difference meant that you didn't get to play much, and so you thought of him as one of your temporary friends. The kind that you met at a park, played once, and then forgot about one another the next day.

But he was.. special. There was something about how the older boy's eyes shone when he looked at you, or how strong he seemed even though he was in tears frequently. You quickly found out that he was special. Even compared to your best friend, Sakura Mei.

You admired him for many reasons. For trying to be so strong even though the bullies' mean words brought him to tears, for how kind he wa -giving up his hard earned treat to a little toddler who wanted it at pick-up, sharing his lunch with a kid that was too late to get his own, having shorter turns so the next kid would get it sooner, and helping his teacher whenever and however possible.

You two became best friends and played with each other after school, causing your parents to create a long lasting friendship as well. For years you thought of him as your best friend, but a crush started to form in middle school, causing you to get confused.

Even when Kiri started to get self conscious and have a lot of self doubt, he was always by your side. Scolding you for having any of those thoughts, no matter how small. And so in return you helped him. Helping with training, bringing him food and water, reassuring him when he needed it, and even holding him as he cried. You were the reason he was able to recover so quickly, and afterwards he got into UA highschool, and you followed pursuit the next year.

After eight months of high school he confessed, and that was it. After you graduated he was there to cheer you on the loudest, and seven months later he proposed. The day of your wedding was full of joy, laughter, tears, smiles, and love. A love that made your chest ache in happiness, causing you to smile a little wider, kiss him a little harder, and fall in love a little harder.

Thinking back about it now, your tears came faster as an aching cold spread through your chest, causing the tears to fall faster.

"Eijiro.." you whimper, hugging onto the shark pillow Eijiro insisted on getting for your newly bought home.

It was crazy expensive, but he told you not to worry about it, and that it was "for our future famly".

"Ei.. I'm so sorry!" You cry, grasping your hair in your hands, tugging lightly but knowing not to hurt yourself or Kiri would be upest and worried.

Pawing for your phone, you unlocked the device before calling the contact "Bakubeast".

"What do you need." Bakugo huffed, causing you to whimper softly, catching the hot head's attention.

"Woah woah- do not cry. Crappy hair would kill me."

"I- I- E- Eijiro-" you rasp, having difficulty breathing and getting your point across.

"Hey hey- y/n calm down." Bakugo panicked, his softer tone helpig you calm down.

He was a good friend of both you and Eijiro, so him being kind to you really did help.

"Y/n/n, breathe."

Gasping for air you try to control your breathing, taking one deep breathe after another.

"Atta girl. Keep on breathing for m- for Eijiro."

Calm washed over you as you exhaled, sighing shakily.

"T-thank you." You whisper, causing Bakugo to scoff.

"Yeah yeah- now why are ya crying? Do I need to kicks some a-"

"No. It's me, not him. I'm wondering, is Ei over there? H-he left and I'm worried about him."

"No he hasn't. When did he leave? You do know that I'm like twenty minutes away, right?"

"That's true.. it's only been around ten.."

"I'll call you if he pulls up. But if you don't mind me asking.. what happened?"

"I'm sure Ei will explain.. I really don't wanna talk about it right now.."

"Okay.. well hang in there and call me if you need."

"Yeah.. okay."

"Have a better night, talk to ya later."

"Mhm.. bye.."

~~Kiri's pov~~

Kirishima felt like screaming.

Even though he knew that you weren't scared of him and it was just a reaction from the glass but it still hurt.

After pulling into his best friend's drive way, Eijiro quickly made his way to the door and knocked, wanting the hot head's opinion and seeking comfort.

"What happened to you?" Bakugo scoffed, opening his door as an invitation to come in.

"Can we.. talk?"

"If you make things right between you and your Cry Baby afterwards- then yes."

~~Your pov~~

You sniffled as you clung to Kirishima's pillow, eyes dry and puffy.

It's been an hour since Bakugo texted him that Kirishima was at his place, and you've been waiting for him to return or at least an update.

Your heart ached and you wanted nothing more than to be in Eijiro's arms and forget all about this horrid arugment. What if he didn't want you anymore.. what if-

You jumped out of bed as soon as you heard the door open, sprinting down the stairs to meet your Eijiro.

"Baby!" You exclaim, jumping into Eijiro's arms. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, you attacked his shoulders, neck, cheeks, forehead, nose, and lips with kisses.

"I am so sorry! I- I said so many mean things to you and- and-"

"Woah woah Baby- calm down." Eijiro cooed, catching your lips in a kiss to distract you from your worries. "I know.. and I forgive you, so.. could you forgive me?"

"Yes! Yes- I am so sorry for-"

Catching your lips in another kiss, Kiri sat on the couch, holding you in his lap as he kissed you, stealing both his and your complete attention.

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[robthegoodfellow]

Let's Hear It for the Boy

Praise Kink for Day 3 of @harringrovekinktober

(roommates, kink experimentation, billy is a good boy, nsfw)

Steve felt like a real asshole when Robin asked out of the blue one day, maybe a month after he and Billy became roommates, if Billy was paying part of his rent in labor. Shave some off if he agreed to be your housekeeper? And, at Steve’s incredulous bafflement, had clarified: Every time I’m over he’s cooking or doing laundry or—cleaning shit! To his horror, a highlight reel started up in his mind, a montage of Billy doing all those chores and more, and worse, Steve realized he’d contributed approximately nothing to the daily maintenance of their shared living space. Steve! Robin had scolded, correctly interpreting his guilty grimace. 

So he’d promised to talk to Billy about it—assure him that keeping the place sparkling was in no way required or expected or—or if that was just how he preferred to live, then he’d promise to do his fair share from now on. Only, bringing it up over pizza and beer, a basketball game on TV, had produced an unexpected reaction. Billy… kinda… froze? Went bug-eyed, like Steve had caught him with his hand in the cookie jar. He looked embarrassed.

“Man, it’s fine,” Steve said, tripping over himself to explain—put him at ease. “I really don’t care either way. I just wanted to check and make sure you knew I wasn’t gonna, like—kick you out if you let up on the Cinderella routine.”

Billy flushed more, beet red, and Steve resisted smacking himself in the face. He was fucking this up so bad.

“I mean—”

“I don’t mind,” Billy mumbled, avoiding Steve’s eye as he reached for his beer. “I like it.”

“Okay,” Steve said, over the top encouraging. “Great. Well, I’ll at least pitch in more—”

“You don’t have to do that.” Billy’s throat worked, gulping, plush lips pursed on the can. Steve blinked, shook his head, tuned back in to catch the muttered aside, blue gaze locked on the Michelob commercial. “It’s all good. Nothing has to change.”

Why the hell was he being so weird about this? Did he think Steve couldn’t chip in? Pull his own weight?

“Just because I grew up with a nanny doesn’t mean I don’t know how to do stuff. Vacuum and dishes and—”

Billy grunted, annoyed, throwing his shoulders back to wedge himself into the couch, a mulish slouch. “Just drop it, will ya? I like things how they are, so what’s the fucking problem?”

“All right, jeez,” Steve cried, holding up his hands. “Touchy.”

They were quiet, both ticked, but the kind that would drain away by halftime. Except—he felt shitty just leaving it like this, having semi-acknowledged that Billy was acting like his maid.

“Is there anything I can do?” Steve asked, his tone deliberately mild, not looking away from the freethrow swishing on screen. “That you don’t like?”

No explosion—good sign. After a long, loaded pause, Billy sighed. “Take out the trash.”

“Got it,” Steve said. And let it go.

But from then on, he kept watch, determined to figure out the source of the weirdness. Almost positive it wasn’t a control freak thing or a neat freak thing—it wasn’t like the apartment was pristine. It was more that… everyday, Billy had done something obvious enough that Steve commented on it—always had. Nothing major, just Oh, hey—you got that stain out of the carpet or Holy shit, it smells so good—what is that? or How’d you unclog that drain? Wasn’t like he thanked Billy, though he probably should have been—although maybe Billy didn’t want him to make a big deal out of it?—but he’d always notice and say something admiring because Billy was good at stuff. Good at so much stuff.

He started taking out the trash, and Billy never let on that he noticed, but Steve thought he did. And he kept up the compliments whenever Billy did something nice, since that hadn’t been explicitly forbidden. But since he was paying more attention now, he—noticed some things. Only when he was pretending to look elsewhere, monitoring Billy in his periphery or in the reflection of the window or decorative mirrors his mom had foisted on him. He noticed that, those times, Billy sort of… ducked his head, hiding a grin that bordered on… bashful? And his shoulders bowed a bit, like he was—curling in on himself. Like—in delight?

Like—he secretly really liked it? When Steve noticed he’d done something nice? When Steve said something nice about it?

So… he decided to test it. Nothing too overbearing or obvious, just—instead of merely noticing, he was sure to compliment. Because why not, if Billy liked it and still wouldn’t let Steve lift a finger except on garbage day?

Good became his go-to. This tastes so good. That looks so good. Good, good, good.

Which is when it clicked for him—that Billy didn’t do chores and stuff because he liked the chores. But because… he liked Steve’s reaction?

And—that would explain his weirdness. Why he didn’t want to talk about it. Like maybe he was worried Steve would think Billy liked being his bitch or something—Steve winced, anticipating the whack from the Robin who lived in his head—not that Steve thought of him that way.

…Though if he didn’t mind Steve thinking of him that way—or even liked it, then…

Well, Steve didn’t—dislike that. Like the general concept. Held a certain—

Anyway, in the interest of further—ah, testing, Steve mentioned, casually, on his way to work one morning, “I’ve been craving that pasta salad you made.”

Billy cut him a glance over his coffee where he was hunched at the kitchen table. Grunted, and Steve quirked a grin, tossed him a salute goodbye. It wasn’t even a lie—the pasta thing—he’d been salivating at the memory. This version with Italian dressing instead of mayo, with olives and stuff. 

Lo, late that afternoon, when he got back, there was a big Tupperware of it in the fridge. Billy wandered in halfway through his second helping. They paused, wide-eyed at the sudden charge buzzing in the air, and Steve’s stomach clenched.

“It’s—good,” he managed, hands suddenly clammy around his fork and bowl. Billy was staring at Steve’s hands, held awkwardly aloft where he leaned on the counter. The stare was strangely heavy—hooded lids. Steve cleared his throat. “You—did good.”

Billy’s cheeks were as flushed as that day on the couch, watching basketball, insisting he liked—

Abruptly aware his boner was starting to tent his shorts, Steve turned to face the counter, ducking to shovel more pasta in his idiot mouth. Heard Billy go to the cabinet, fetch a glass. Fill it. Walk back out.

Heaving an unwinding breath, Steve set down the bowl, let his elbows bear the weight of this latest sexual awakening.

So that was a thing, apparently—and for Billy, too, potentially. Probably. Because, without quite meaning to, they fell into this little routine where, before Steve left for work, he’d pause, and Billy would look up from his coffee, and Steve would mention something—a rental movie he wanted to see, or a sale at the liquor store, or if Billy would mind throwing Steve’s whites in with his so he’d have a shirt to wear to this meeting later in the week…

And the VHS would be waiting on the counter. And a six-pack would be waiting in the fridge. And his shirt would be washed and ironed and waiting in his closet. And everytime Billy would be lingering nearby, not quite meeting his eyes, and Steve’s pulse would pound even though technically there was nothing sexy about an ironed shirt, and Steve would say Good. You did good.

Billy would sometimes clench his fist, when Steve said it. Or squirm in his seat a bit. Or swallow, throat bobbing. Color rising. And the sight hit Steve like a load of bricks. A load of bricks to the head.

It was the weirdest game of gay chicken—scrambling to find mundane tasks for Billy to complete for the prize of a pat on the back, when all Steve wanted, and he bet Billy felt similarly, was to order Billy to his knees.

He thought about it whenever they were on the couch watching TV, whenever they were eating in the kitchen or drinking on the balcony or passing each other outside the bathroom in the morning.

So he tested further. Came home and went to see if Billy had done it—and there he was, standing by Steve’s bed. The neatly made bed. 

Steve’s heart was rabbiting out of his chest, too on the fritz to form words, and his feet weren’t much better, charting a crooked, clumsy course until they were toe to toe, Billy’s gaze downcast, his lips parted, breaths shallow. 

He didn’t know whether it’d sound stupid if he said it out loud, what he’d been wanting to say for days—whether Billy wanted to hear, or would consider it a step too far.

They’d come this far, though. Steve wet his lips, took a calming breath, and Billy seemed to brace for it. “Good,” Steve said, and it came out breathy. “Good boy.”

Billy curled—did that thing where he ducked, hunching around something invisible—and the sound punched out of him, this pained gasp. Steve’s hands moved on their own, reaching to cradle Billy’s head, step close to whisper in his ear, his brow at Steve’s shoulder: “Good? Is this good?” Felt more than saw him nodding. “You want to be good for me?”

“Fuck,” Billy whispered—bit wheezing. Wet. “Fuck.”

“What do you want?” Steve asked, fumbling at his heated neck. “What do you—?”

“Be good.” It was mumbled, cringing. “Wanna be good.” A shaky inhale. “Make you feel good.”

Steve’s blood was roaring everywhere but his brain—would’ve fallen over if he weren’t clutching Billy. “Want that, too.”

He heard a thready laugh, and Billy straightened, leaning back into his hold, face tipped, lidded gaze on Steve’s chin. “So?”

So what’ll it be?

Buying himself time to gather his wits, some composure lest he combust, Steve tilted his head, assessing. Adjusting his hold, ran a thumb across Billy’s lower lip, firm enough to pull at the skin. “Want this.” Another swipe, exposing teeth, his curving tongue. “Make me feel good with this.”

A tug at his belt, and Billy was nodding, making short work of the button and zip—movements quick and precise. He sank, kneeling at Steve’s feet, tugging the pants to hang at midthigh, and finally looked up. 

Steve swept blond curls off his forehead. “Like you like this.”

Billy stared, eyes gleaming. Seemed to be—waiting.

“So good like this,” Steve corrected. “Now show me how good.”

Swaying, Billy buried his face in Steve’s briefs, nosing him through straining cotton, and huffed hot air at the crown. Steve compulsively gripped fistfuls of hair, still using Billy’s ears as handlebars, and resolved not to let go—to let Billy show him.

And, boy, did he. Laved at his dick until the fabric was soaked, the white gone translucent—white gone flushed pink, twitching under kitten licks—and Steve was on the verge of begging when a pull at his waistband freed his cock, bobbing only a sec before swallowed in Billy’s grip, fed into his greedy mouth.

Steve’s entire vocabulary had been reduced to one word, babbled at the ceiling behind closed lids: good, good, good, only sometimes it came out guh, guh, guh. One hand cupped the back of Billy’s head, and it was when his hips were on a steady grinding roll that he realized he’d caged Billy against him, locked the gulping heat around his cock as he plugged toward the peak.

Billy wasn’t struggling, though—his fingers biting into the meat of Steve’s ass, moaning so deep in his chest that Steve felt it more than heard it.

Steve grappled for a new word—close, close—but Billy didn’t stop, didn’t let up a second, and when Steve grunted his release, the throat worked around him still. 

The moment Billy pulled off, lungs heaving, face ruby red and shining, Steve flopped to his knees, blindly reached for Billy, draping loose arms around his neck, his ribs, waiting for his own breaths to slow.

“Was it,” Billy asked, tight. “Was it—?”

“Good,” Steve said, huffing a laugh, coasting hands across the bellows of his back. “So good—you’re so good. Always so good for me.”

Billy burrowed his face into Steve’s throat, his collarbone, looping him in an uncertain hug. He was hard, pressed against where Steve’s clothes gaped open. Working a hand between them, Steve rubbed his palm along rigid heat. 

“What do you want?” he asked, nuzzling the nest of blond. “Since you been so good?”

A shudder ran up the sloping spine. Steve smoothed his free hand down to Billy’s waist and back up, waiting.

“I—cleaned the shower,” Billy said, halting. “I could—show you, and—?”

Steve kissed his temple, quick, so helplessly fond. Overwhelmed.

“Good boy wants a wash?” Steve suggested, and tightened his arms when Billy tried to do his pillbug thing. “Be my good boy,” he said, hushed, nosing Billy’s flushed ear. “You want to?”

And Billy curled again, only this time around him. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah.”

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Now with added sequel: Let's Give the Boy a Hand

[spectres-n-soap]

All The Things I've Said PT2 - Ghost x Reader x Soap

Content Warnings - Ghosts past, tragic backstory™️, pregnancy, implied protective Ghost

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A/N - 2/7 done.

Ghost has found that the times when you are gone from the flat while attending therapy is suffocating. He normally does not mind being alone or the silence that comes with it but after spending the last weeks with you, he finds that he hates it.

He tries to keep busy now instead of sitting around like a dog left at home while the owner goes shopping. Which is what he did the first few times you told him that you would text him when the session was over. He had wandered from the couch, to the dining room chairs and back to the couch so many times in just a few hours that he was sure he was going mad.

It wasn’t until the fourth day of this that something had clicked and he started this routine. You were heavily pregnant now and after the reveal that you’d likely have to get a c-section, he had picked up more chores around the house. He cleans the dishes, takes out the trash, makes your bed and does the laundry. He buys food for the house and keeps everything stocked. Ghost looks at the little sage green onesie in his hands and wonders if the baby will even fit. He saw the size of them, they were going to be a big and fat baby.

Ghost folds the onesie with a skill that had made his hands shake when he first did it. Joseph had been a very fat and happy baby. All smiles and giggles, only crying when hungry or having soiled his nappy. He had big blue eyes that Ghost can still recall with clarity but not without it being soiled with the memory of how those eyes looked when he was dead. Maybe that's why he couldn’t visit Johnny before he was cremated. His and Joseph’s eyes were so similar. He didn’t want the memory of two sets of blue eyes glazed over with the gray of death.

Ghost rubs the soft fabric of the beige pants that went with the white shirt he had just folded. It was soft, non irritating for a baby’s soft and delicate skin. His mind is drawn back to the past, back to when Beth had just finished her own baby shower and there were so many gifts.

Despite Ghost’s family being rather small, Beth’s was not. It had been refreshing and a little overwhelming to have so many people over. But his mum had enjoyed it, she had made so much food that despite the twenty people in that house there were still leftovers.

Beth rested her head against Tommy’s shoulder, tired from all the fuss and talking while Simon gathered up the trash. “You okay love?” Tommy asked softly and cupped Beth’s cheek. Beth smiled up at Simon’s brother and nodded.

“Jus’ tired. That’s all.” Beth yawned and Tommy smiled before he suggested she take a nap while he and Simon cleaned up. Beth didn’t need any convincing and with their mum’s help, waddled up the stairs to their bedroom. Simon kept putting things into the trash bag as Tommy gathered up the collection of blue onesies and outfits. Simon had never imagined Tommy being a father.

He had never envisioned either of them being fathers because of the shit job their father had done. And yet, here was Tommy. Married to a wonderfully kind woman with a baby on the way, clean from drugs and their father left to die from whatever cancers ate away at his body. Good fuckin’ riddiance thought Simon.

“You’re gonna be a good father.” Simon said, not exactly sure where that came from. Tommy smiled at him, brown eyes mirrored each other.

“And you’re gonna be a good uncle.” Tommy said as he folded up another blue onesie. “You’re already a good brother.” Simon shook his head but didn’t argue. He had told the military to fuck off, that he was going on leave to fix up the mess that was his family. He didn’t know how much longer he would be able to stay on hardship leave. Hopefully long enough to see baby Joseph.

“I’m doing what I’m meant to do.” Simon said with a shrug as he stuffed one last pile of ripped apart wrapping paper. “I came back for my family.”

“Thank you Simon.” Tommy placed a hand on Simon’s shoulder. “For making me get better.”

Simon shrugged off his hand, “I only threw the rope, you’re the one who had to climb.”

Ghost rewashes the baby bottles, not interested in the baby drinking from unwashed bottles. He watches the droplets slowly drip from the bottle as he sets them on the drying rack, he swallows as the memories claw up from the depths. He wishes they were happy still and not fucked up with blood and a type of grief that didn’t let go.

He looked down at the baby in his arms. All swaddled in a soft blue blanket with a blue boonie on his head. Baby Joseph. His face was still wrinkled and his eyes were shut, his mouth slightly open as he slept. There were feelings stirring deep within him that he had never felt before. There was this tiny life being held in his hands, hands that had killed and shot off guns that would surely ruin Joseph's hearing. And yet he was the only one holding him as Tommy doted on Beth after some skin to skin contact earlier.

Simon held his breath as Joseph blinked, his little blue eyes unfocused as he stared up at Simon. Joseph squinted and a small toothless smile appeared. “Hi Joseph.” Simon whispered as he looked down at his nephew and he felt tears appear in his eyes. “It's your uncle Simon.” Simon licked his dry lips as Joseph looked up at him, “I’ll protect you. I’ll protect your entire family. Promise.” Simon murmured, so quietly he almost didn’t hear himself say it.

Simon wipes at his eyes as the memory fades and leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He checks his phone just as your text message appears, “I’m ready to be picked up.” Simon wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans before he grabs his keys as he stuffs down the emotions those memories conjure. You are not Beth. Johnny was not Tommy. And he was not going to let anything happen to you or that baby.

[toxic3mmy]

hii! i hope this isn’t going against boundaries as it is a little angsty, but could you do a fic where the reader is going through a depressive episode and alex tries his best to help them? love ur writing!

of course! i struggle with mental health and love this request idea!

(also, im sorry if this feels repetitive from my other works!! please feel free to leave more requests my lovelies! <33 )

prompt: alex helps you through a depressive episode

warning: mention of depression, sh, and scars

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it had been three weeks. alex had been trying to get a hold of you for the entirety of this time and had no luck except for a few texts from you. he was really beginning to worry.

was she in trouble? did something bad happen? is she in the hospital? is she just very busy with life?

alex didn’t know, but what he did know was that it had been long enough since he last saw you.

you were stuck in a terrible loop. wake up around 3pm, watch the show you were hyper fixated on, toss and turn in your bed, eat some snacks, and sleep around 5am. repeat the cycle again and again. sometimes you just laid there and thought about how much you hated life. sometimes you cried and cried for hours at a time. and sometimes, when your head was too full of resentment and hate towards yourself, you would drag your trusty blade across your scarred skin and felt the immense relief as the blood dripped from your self inflicted wounds.

you knew it was an issue. you knew you really were not okay. and most of all, you knew that you could never show this side of yourself to alex. he wouldn’t understand any of it and he most likely would abandon you like everyone else in your life had.

but a huge part of you wanted to see him. maybe seeing him would snap you out of this depressive loop. but maybe not, who knows.

alex had made his way to your house and he waited outside. he tried calling you one last time before making his move.

you watched your phone screen light up with alex’s face as you let it ring. you missed him, you really did. but you wanted to watch your show in peace. so you waited for the call to finish and continued to lay in bed, feeling sleep take over your body.

alex saw his missed call as a sign. he put his phone away and grabbed your extra key hidden inside your pink flower pot on the porch. he unlocked your door and slowly made his way inside. as he turned around from closing the door, he noticed the mess. it was an absolute mess everywhere. he knew how tidy you loved to keep your home so it was confirmed now that something was definitely wrong.

he creeped closer to your room and after opening the door, he noticed you must have drifted off to sleep while watching something on your phone. he looked around your room and saw that your room was in worse condition than the house. takeout food was lying around on the floor, dirty dishes, empty cups and dirty laundry had collected all over the room. the floor wasn’t even visible at this point.

alex knew exactly what this was. you had fallen into a depressive episode. but why didn’t you tell him about this sooner?

he brushed aside the questions and took off his jacket. he then began to pick up any trash he could find without waking you. he took all dirty dishes into the kitchen sink and washed them all. then he put all the littered clothing into your washer and began to wash them. he swept and mopped your room and was genuinely surprised that you had yet to wake up from all his movement.

he cleaned the rest of the house without hesitation. he knew this was probably the least he could do for you right now and he wanted to do anything he could for you.

it took him a few hours but he’d finally gotten everything done when he realized he forgot to clean a few things in your room. he walked in and abruptly stopped in his tracks the moment he met your wide eyes.

“alex…. what are you doing here? i can’t have you here right now i-i don’t want you here! i don’t want you to see me like this.. why are you here?! who told you that you could just break into my house and—and” you let out the most heartbreaking sobs as you broke down right then and there

alex rushed over to you and immediately enveloped you in his strong arms. you were quick to push him off of you, still crying.

“alex i haven’t showered in almost two weeks! i smell awful and look even worse! can’t you see that i don’t want you here!”

alex began to tear up as he simply held you in his arms once again.

“shh, it’s okay sweetheart. ya no llores corazón. i’m here, okay? i know you’re going through a lot right now and i’m here by your side no matter what. i missed you y/n. i’ve missed you so much. i just want you to be okay..”

you began to cry even more when he said these things to you.

“are you sure you’re okay seeing me like this? i… i’m doing really bad and this is all so embarrassing—”

alex sighed,

“princesa, you have no reason to be embarrassed with me. i’m your best friend. i love you and i always will. i want to take care of you, if that’s okay?”

you didn’t know what to say. you were so so grateful for him, for everything. all you could do was nod as tears silently fell down your face.

alex held your hand and led you into your newly cleaned bathroom. he grabbed your favorite hair brush and let your hair down from its messy bun. he softly brushed out all the knots in your long hair. he then handed you your toothbrush with toothpaste on it. although you felt a bit embarrassed still, alex had a way of being so nonchalant that it made the embarrassment lift off of your shoulders. you brushed your teeth as he finished off detangling your hair.

once you both finished, he played a soft playlist on his phone to fill the silence and began to take off his shoes and his tee shirt.

you couldn’t help but laugh with reddened cheeks as you covered your eyes with your hands.

alex playfully threw his shirt at you.

“hey! what are you doing?” you laughed, uncovering your eyes slowly

“i’m showering with you, duhh. now come on y/n, don’t let me make a fool of myself alone!” he laughed as he turned on the shower and then walked towards you.

his warm hands held you by the hips and your breath was caught in your throat as he slowly began to undress you.

“is this.. okay?” alex whispered to you as his hands stopped at the hem of your pants.

“yeah, yes it’s okay. i trust you.”

and with that alex undressed the two of you and helped you into the steamy shower. as the water ran down your body, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. while you began to soap up your body, alex approached you and once again asked if he could come in. you laughed and pulled him into the shower with you.

you spent the remainder of the shower washing one another’s hair and body in the most innocent way possible. when you both finished, alex got towels for the both of you and he rummaged through your closet to find you some comfortable clothes. he also found some clothes you’d stolen from him and extra stuff he’d left at your house from weeks ago. the two of you got dressed in silence until you spoke up.

“alex… i really want to thank you. i really do appreciate everything you’ve done for me. i haven’t really been feeling that well lately. i um, i couldn’t leave my bed for so long. i feel too tired to even take care of myself or to do anything at all. i’m really sorry you had to see me like this…”

“y/n, please don’t apologize. you have nothing to apologize for. you’re only human. and even if you’re struggling with things that i may not completely understand, i’m never going to leave your side. one thing i did want to ask about was um… the scars on your arms and your thighs. have you always struggled with self harm? i… i hate to see you hurting yourself in this way. your beautiful skin…” he said as he held your hands in his

“i… don’t know how else to cope. i know it’s not okay to do but it brings me comfort, as morbid as it may sound. i’m sorry alex… i really am. i promise you that i’ll make an appointment with my therapist. i might have um ghosted her a few weeks ago but i think it would be best to reach out to her for help. i didn’t want to at first but i know you want the best for me and id do anything for you alexis” you were crying again but alex was quick to dry your eyes with his hands

he held your arms out and kissed the ragged red lines across your arms. he kissed every last one, and you couldn’t help but smile sadly at him.

“y/n, let me take care of you okay?”

“even if i get bad like this again?”

“yes y/n, i don’t plan on leaving your side. i’m here now okay? i’m here hermosa”

you waited in your bedroom doorway as alex changed your bedding to clean sheets and a clean blanket. you were so incredibly lucky and thankful to have him here with you. when he finished, he laid you down and followed suit.

“when was the last time you ate?”

“probably yesterday.. well technically yesterday but all i had was a soda and some fruit.”

“would you like me to cook something for you? or maybe i could pick up some food?”

“you really don’t have to do that, you’ve already done so much for me i mean look at this house! it’s spotless and i don’t know how to even thank you for that..”

“don’t worry about that. are you hungry, yes or no?”

you nodded sheepishly

“okay, then give me like twenty minutes and i’ll be right back”

and with that, alex left you alone to get you some food. the moment you were by yourself, you couldn’t help but sob uncontrollably. it was all too much too soon. you weren’t ready to get better. you just wanted to be alone and you wanted to rot away in your bed with no one to bother you.

as these negative thoughts began to surface in your mind, your thoughts immediately switched to images of your shiny little friend that was hiding in your bathroom. you went to retrieve your favorite sharp blade and rolled up your sleeve. you stared at the red healing cuts on your arm and you suddenly remembered alex.

he was kissing your scars and asking if he could take care of you. you didn’t want to disappoint him. as much as you wanted to stay unwell, you didn’t want to do that to him. you stood up and flushed the blade down the toilet. you took a second to walk around your house and admire all that alex had done for you.

you sat in your living room and turned on the tv while waiting for his return.

as promised, twenty minutes had passed and alex walked into your house with some dinner for the two of you.

“honey! i’m home!” he laughed at his own joke as you playfully rolled your eyes at him

“hi… i missed you” you surprised alex with a tight hug

“woah, is everything okay y/n?”

“yeah, now that you’re here everything is perfect”

and the two of you talked over dinner. you thanked alex profusely for everything he’d done. he said it was no big deal, that he enjoyed taking care of you. and that was the end of that. the rest of the day consisted mostly of alex being very cuddly and sweet to you. but you didn’t mind it at all. the two of you simply enjoyed being together and everything felt okay in that moment.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

What if the RoR characters turn into children and teen!reader basically have to take care of them for a week until whatever cause it wear off? And how do they react after they turned back into adults? Bonus point reader tell them that she never getting kids after having them for a week (she exhausted).

-It had been six days, six hellish days since the accident in Tesla’s lab that affected everyone in your shared home of your adoptive family.

-You were the only one unaffected as you hadn’t been home.

-When you arrived home to the sound of screaming and crying of what sounded like children, the last thing you expected to find was that your whole family were now toddlers!!

-You could only stare, finding the house trashed from their antics and you quickly had to run over to pull Lu Bu and Raiden apart as they had been fighting.

-You first made, basically, a corral in the living room, pushing the couches together to make a pit and your quickly ran around, finding the toddler members of your family and putting them in the pit.

-It took you over a half hour to find everyone, as Hermes had crawled on top of the fridge and you had to get a chair to get him down, and Zeus who was hiding under his bed in his room.

-Once everyone was accounted for and you broke up two more fights, you all but collapsed to your knees, your mind reeling, questioning how this could have happened!!

-After finding the charred remains of Tesla’s room, you were able to figure out what had happened, a failed experiment that went very, very badly.

-You had no idea how long this was going to take to wear off, if it even did, you were only sixteen!! You didn’t know how to take care of one baby, let alone 21, by yourself!

-It had taken so long just to get them calmed down to at least nap so you could clean up at least a bit of their mess.

-You didn’t make it very far before Jack started crying, which woke many of the others up, getting some of them crying as well.

-You wanted to cry too as you climbed into the corral and started to hug and soothe the crying toddlers, trying to stay calm yourself.

-You struggled to get them all fed, as they were unable to sit at the table, and you didn’t want to release them from the corral as you knew they would go wild through the house and you didn’t want to have to chase them down.

-Six days later, you had barely slept, the house was still in disarray as you hadn’t been able to do more than clean just a little bit. The laundry was piled up as you couldn’t keep up with the messy kids, boxes of takeout were everywhere as they had eaten most of the food in the house and you couldn’t leave them unattended and you sure as hell weren’t taking them out, so you had to order food in.

-You felt like you were borderline full blown panic attack meltdown as you tried to clean some of the dishes that piled up, bagging up the empty boxes of take out when you heard a crash from the living room.

-You felt the tears well as you felt so close to snapping, “Lu Bu! I swear if you’re climbing the curtains again I’m going to-” you froze, seeing everyone was back to normal, looking around the trashed house, wondering what had happened before you walked in, looking so pale and sickly looking.

-Your eyes were wide and you felt the tears finally fall, seeing that they were back to normal as Hades quickly had you in his arms as you sunk to your knees, sobbing loudly in relief, hugging him tightly.

-You explained, once you were calmed down, what had happened over the past six days, how you tried your best to take care of them by yourself.

-Not a single one of them was upset with you, hearing everything that had happened and they couldn’t expect you to keep the house clean and take care of all of them as well.

-You were sent to take a shower and go to bed and they took care of cleaning everything up around the house. They were in awe of how well you did try, and how responsible you had been as you couldn’t leave them alone without risking their safety.

-The following day it felt so good to see the house spotless and no toddlers around as you curled up in Hercules’ arm, wanting to be doted on after doting on others as Eve smiled, “So, Y/N, what did you think of having children?”

-With no hesitation you spoke, deathly serious, “I am never having kids. I’m gonna get a dog!” many were quickly howling in laughter as they know what you had dealt with, and your brutally honest answer was quite humorous, but you were serious, you were never going to have kids.

[zealoushound]

Title: A Dose of Serotonin

Summary: Sy takes care of his girl after she tests positive for Covid. (Told from Sy’s POV)

Pairing: Sy x reader

Word Count: 675

Warnings: fluff, reader has Covid

A/N: This story was inspired by a little drabble I wrote for my beautiful bestie @cavillsthighs. I added a bit here and there and decided to post it.

Disclaimer: FEEL FREE TO REBLOG IF YOU LIKE THE STORY! Writers live off reblogs! Do not copy any portion of my material to claim as your own. Do not repost my work, or any portions of my work on any site and claim it as your own. Like all my other fics, this was written on my phone and not beta’d.

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Covid.

Stupid fucking covid. Two years in and she catches stupid fucking covid.

She just wanted to go on one trip. Now she’s in the bed coughing her head off, and trying to keep her fever from spiking again. I feel like the best thing I can do is make soup for her, and get her medicine and tissues when she needs them.

She didn’t want me to stay here but I insisted. Unlike everything else, she couldn’t do this one on her own. I'd already been exposed anyway; there was no way I was leaving her alone during this.

Drying my hands on the dish towel I looked around to make sure everything was done. Trash taken out, dishes washed, dinner warming in the crockpot. Only need to dry the laundry and I’ll be done. I could hear her coughing from my place in the kitchen.

“Sy?” Her hoarse voice broke my heart.

“I’m comin, doll,” I grabbed another bottle of water and headed to the bedroom.

My beautiful love. Normally she was bigger than life. Independent, strong, happy go lucky, but right now she looked so small and helpless. She’s bundled up in her favorite blanket, watching that show she’s been obsessing over. Aika had set up camp at the foot of the bed.

“What’d you need sweetheart?” I can’t stop my brows furrowing in concern.

“You,” she asked softly.

This simple request melted my heart. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for this woman. It’s my honor to be the one she calls for; the one that she wants to hold her when she needs comfort. I should probably tell her that. Putting the cold bottle down on the nightstand, I kicked off my shoes, and pulled my shirt over my head. She watched me the entire time.

“Aika, come,” I called for her to get down. Being a good girl she hopped down immediately finding her bed by the dresser.

Climbing under the cool sheets I could feel her warmth. Her fever was breaking but still stubbornly hanging on. Seeing her smile despite all the bad shit going through her body right now let me know I was doing something right.

“C’mere darlin.” I said softly.

She immediately wrapped her arms around my torso. Her legs tangling with mine never failed to make my heart skip a beat. She laid her head over my heart.

For a moment everything was still, quiet. The soft hum from the fridge down the hall played in my ear. The tinkling sound of the decorations she had hung on the wall moving with the ac almost made me want to drift off. It was peaceful. For a moment. She coughed again, groaned and buried her face in the blanket over my stomach.

When she moved back I ran my fingers through her hair. I began to think how lucky I was to be here with her. I’d been worried about her since she came home. We thought it was the jet lag making her tired; maybe it was her allergies making her cough. As soon as she asked to take that Covid test I knew something was really wrong.

I pulled her closer to me without a second thought. I want to be as close as I can to her right now. I told her I didn’t care if I got it and I meant it. In fact if I could I’d take it from her, go through it for her I would in a heartbeat.

Her fingers skimmed over my chest, playing with my hair. She laid a soft kiss over my heart. I could stay in this moment, if only she felt better. Snuggling deeper into me she unknowingly made me feel on top of the world. Who do all these cuddles benefit here - me or her? I placed a kiss on top of her head.

“I love you,” I whispered against her warm scalp.

Either way, all I know is if serotonin could cure Covid she’d be over it by now.

[notsofunsenpai]

Christmas Hangover

Your alarm blaring as your eyes open wide awake depending on if you should hit the snooze button for the 6th time or actually get up. You deiced you gotta get up so you turn the annyoing alarm off,sitting up grumbling to yourself as you gotta go back to ypur normal daily routine now that Christmas is over and done with for this year.

Your future husband was dead asleep next to you,but you'll wake him up later because right now, you yourself is finding the courage to get up even though you said you were a few minutes ago. Once you actually got up, the floorn was cold,so you quickly put on your warm slippers and go downstairs for some leftovers to eat for breakfast. It wasn't anything too big, just the leftover cassorle you saved from yesterday, then for lunch or dinner leftover turkey and stuff. You knew Kenji was going to wake up around noon so you just finish the cassorle off and he can find some,after you finished eating you washed the dishes and started slowly butnsurely cleaning up the kitchen from the holiday decorations that were in there including lots of garland and tinsel,putting it in a box that was conveniently placed there.

You cleaned the table and counters from any spills or messes that were made between now and yesterday. You then went to the bathroom to do your business and get cleaned up,and when you were done, you put clean clothes on and put the old ones in the laundry hamper. You almost forgot to put your promise ring on that you got yesterday from your lover (check out last part if you haven't read it ) ,you had tooken it off because you thought it was gonna get lost in the bed while you went to sleep. You went into the shared bedroom and started picking up the dirty clothes and trash that was in there along doing some organizing with the stack of xbox games ,putting them in a neat pile,and putting the controllers neatly next to the tv. You kissed the top of Kenji's head,ruffling his hair,"so cute." You said to no one but yourself,looking at the digital clock that had woke yoy up from earlier that has now read 11:40am,near noontime so you also decied to wake your cute lover up by gently shaking him and calling his name. He doesn't budge at first until you keep attacking his face with kisses, and he tries to hide himself from your attacks and the sunlight that was beaming into his face,"No..." his morning voice was horas, and it also cracked,trying also hid under the blankets.

"Kenji,time to get up sleepyhead." You softly said with a smile on your face,"Gotta help me clean up, then you can go back to sleep sooner once you do." You said hearing another groan in protest from your baby. You sighed, didn't wana do this, put you, took the blanket off of Kenji, hearing a loud groan followed by complaining how cold the room was. "Get up and help Kenji. You do have to do much but take out the trash,take down the tree and some other Christmas stuff along with taking the lights off outside the house." You said.

The brunette grumbles before sitting up slowly,eyes still closed with mess brown locks that are probably tangled because he likes to move around in his sleep. You kissed him softly,"Stop being so grumpy in the morning, love."

"Mmnot grumpy.." he huffed before opening his eyes to get adjusted with the rooms lighting before slowly getting up and going to the tasks you had asked him to.

"Love you." You called out to him, which he said it back,barely hearing it. You then fix the bed, making it neat and tighty again,tucking the ends into the mattress and fixing the pillows. You then went to the living room where Kenji had slowly started to take out the ornaments of the tree, and you gave him a hand so it'll be done quicker. You closed the boxes of orniments,putting them in the storage closet you guys have for next year as Kenji started putting the tree back in the box,he struggled with it for a moment or two but he managed to get it in then put that in the closet as well. "Are you going to do your office as well, love?" You suddenly remember there's stuff in there, and he shaked his head.

"I'll put that way when i get tired of seeing it or whenever im feeling up to it." He said as heads outside to take down the lights.

Meanwhile, you went back and got the laundry hamper,putting the dirty clothes in the washer,using lavander soap. You also went back into the kitchen to throw away any expired or left over food that you had waay before Christmas but was to lazy to throw it away,and whatever was left you organized the fridge and open bottom freezer even thought it'll be a mess later on. You made sure the garbage bags were tied well or double bag them just in case they break. Tomorrow is garbage day as well, so it works out in the end. You set them aside for Kenji to get for later,you washed your hands then did some more cleaning and organizing a few minutes later or about twenty Kenji came in with the box of lights,putting them in the closet as well. "I collect the garbage its near the wall in the kitchen,it just need to be thrown away." You said,you knew he was gonna groan but you beat him to the punch,"I'll give kisses afterwards if you don't make one complaint for the reest

of the day."

He gived it a thought,he really wanna complain but kisses and gived in and took the trash out along with the recycling that was fully with boxes from either open Christmas presents or random packages you guys bought.

He comes back in,giving you a hug as everything was mostly done and put away,"Want my kisses." He says puckering his lips,making you laugh and smile at him, happily giving your man all the kisses he wants and desires.

[vitasexualiiis]

my happy place lately has been thinking about kunikida having a big ol' messy mental breakdown and katai taking care of him.

after the current manga arc, not knowing what else to do with himself as everyone recovers, kunikida goes to go check on katai.

he doesn't want to talk about what happened, doesn't gripe about katai's mess, doesn't complain about his coworkers.

instead, after a stilted greeting, he starts to pick up katai's house in relative silence, tidying like usual. he puts in his laundry. takes out his trash. scrubs his sink, though katai notices it's with a shaking, unsteady grip, too-smooth skin stretched over smooth white knuckles.

the doctor's had at him, again, katai realizes idly.

the silence is welcome, companionable, almost, but kunikida finds he can't stop thinking. about his job, his life, the people he'd failed, the fate of the world, his hands (or, rather, the nightmare of lacking them), and unable to keep it in anymore, he just...pauses, waits, and completely loses it. in a big way.

bigger and scarier than katai has ever seen him lose it before.

and, quietly and with surprising confidence, katai just...collects him. he pulls him gently down to his futon nest, holds him, and thinks, with the sureness of someone finally experiencing the inevitable, I can do this. I'll take care of you.

he figures, after a near-lifetime of kunikida playing maid and caretaker, that he can shoulder this. he wants to shoulder this. his clumsy hands and his malfunctioning brain don't work well enough to fold his laundry or do his dishes, but they're good enough to think of gentle reassurances as he rubs circles over kunikida's back.

after that, kunikida stays for a week.

(in a fit of bravery, katai calls the ADA for him and tells them he's not coming in. no, he doesn't know when he'll be back. yes, he's safe.)

and they just kind...of exist together, for awhile. kunikida reads and katai works a little. they nap. moments melt together and time stops existing, which, given the oppressive ticking clock that accompanied saving the entire world, kunikida is surprisingly happy to oblige.

his notebook goes mostly ignored, laying on the table with his fountain pen and keys.

they talk about nothing and everything, ordering food and enjoying the proximity, like when they were younger.

except that something is different now. or, rather, that something feels like it can't be ignored anymore. it's the elephant in the room that--during hormone-tinged sleepovers, during moments of sitting too close on a cold day, during the stolen times when they'd embraced after a crisis--would rear its inconvenient head only to sink quickly back into unconsciousness.

as they lay in companionable silence, katai's arms are heavy and solid around kunikida's waist. his body, softened and comfortable with his few extra pounds, is warm and solid along the length of kunikida's aching spine. the low hum of his voice, when he finally speaks again, tickles the nape of kunikida's neck, and for the first time in far too long, the shiver that wracks through him isn't one of fear or anger.

kunikida, despite all his height and lean muscle, despite the broadness of his shoulders, seems impossibly fragile since the last time katai's seen him. without the fire of purpose and righteous indignation holding him together, he's as loosely strung as a poorly-made doll, pliant and yielding under katai's careful, but familiar, touch.

his shuddering sigh, the shift of his hips, comes uncomfortably close to an invitation.

katai learns that kunikida is all too receptive to his wandering hands.

kunikida learns that katai is a surprisingly generous lover.

by the time the week is up, the urges they'd left so long ignored, heated with mutual inexperience, new and deliciously distracting, have settled into the quiet and easy and dependable rhythm of their friendship.

the time comes, though, when reality comes calling, and kunikida knows he can't put off leaving. he doesn't even want to think of the paperwork. hopefully ranpo doesn't smack him too hard for leaving the president without kunikida's very necessary help.

but as he's putting on his shoes to go rejoin the world, the boneless exhaustion finally replaced with resigned vigor, kunikida comments on the state of katai's slouching walls. a familiar complaint.

this time, though, katai mentions, idly and with a hint of implication, that he'd been considering buying a new place. one that didn't lean like a drunk and have cracks in the foundation big enough for crickets to get through.

one that's big enough for a guest. or a partner.

he doesn't tell kunikida that he'd only just thought of it now, but the surprised little smile that brightens kunikida's thoughtful face is enough to dissuade him from mentioning it.

with a surprisingly chaste kiss to katai's cheek, kunikida solemnly promises that he'll be back, and katai knows he will be, and when the door groans shut behind him, katai realizes he doesn't have any idea whatsoever how much house costs.

but...kunikida would know. it would be another good distraction, throwing himself into the task of helping katai pick something out. at the very least, it'd be a good excuse to keep him here for more than a few hours.

katai trusts him to find something with strong walls and room for bookshelves and a sink that kunikida didn't have to scrub so hard to get clean. maybe a trash chute. an electric dryer. a little window seat, where someone could sit and write, if they wanted to.

and, most of all, space enough for a guest. or a partner.

for kunikida, if katai could get him to stay.

somewhere that, when kunikida came home each day, face tight and shoulders tense, katai could, if he remembered, draw him a bath and drag him off to bed.

he could do that much. remember to fill the bath. probably.

somewhere new and exciting and eventually as familiar as kunikida's life and body entwined with his.

somewhere that could be home, finally, for the both of them.

[do-u-ever-just]

Long rant about literally nothing but I'm proud of myself so whatever

I have been struggling to get anything done around my apartment for MONTHS. Yes, I can do laundry and dishes and take out my trash. But that's because if I don't it has instant ramifications. (I don't have clean clothes for work. I don't have room in my kitchen to make food. I get flies. etc.)

But things like scrubbing my bathroom clean. Vacuuming and mopping my dirty floors. Unclogging my clogged sink I've kind of just been dealing with (also for weeks) was tasks completely beyond me.

I had a rather hard morning fighting off a panic attack the whole time, but when I was settled after trying to calm down, I really wanted to get stuff done.

Now the biggest thing about doing any of these things is not really the tasks themselves, but the time it takes to do them. I always worry if I waste time doing things I need to, I won't have enough time to do the things I like. I only get 2 days off, I usually spend the time sleeping and trying to get better so I can go back to work for 5 days and start the cycle again. All while my apartment crumbles around me.

I normally work pretty well on a rewards based system. So today, I rewarded myself with time.

I made a list of the tasks I needed to get done, and divided it into 2 sections. There was a list of things that wouldn't take me very long, in the 1 hour section. And a list of things that are harder and would take me longer in the 2 hours section. If I complete a task, I get the allotted amount of time to myself that task correlates to.

There are no rules. If I complete two tasks in a row in the 1 hour list, I get 2 hours. If I complete a 2 hour task and a one hour task, I get 3 hours. If I feel I can do more in under 3 hours, I'll just take the 2 hours.

And it's been working SO well for me.

I decided I wanted time to watch a movie so I tackled something on the 2 hour list. I unclogged my sink. GREAT! Except now my sink is a mess and smells really bad, so I scrubbed that and my toilet. Another task complete. Well now my trash is full of dirty paper towels and also smells. But if I'm going to take out the trash, I better empty my fridge of old food too. 2 more tasks done. I just earnt myself like 5 hours of rest.

I mean, by then it'll be like eight at night and I probably won't be able to, so I set an alarm for 3 hours and I'll do another task then.

So far my sheets have been changed, my sink is finally unclogged AND clean. My laundry is hanging up dry. I no longer have flies developing in my bins. I still have a lot to do but seeing how far I've come and believing I can finish it all over the weekend while still knowing I got all the time I wanted to do the things I wanted is really putting my mind at ease.

Stupid, round-about away of getting my brain to work and being able to do anything of note and responsibility, but at least it's all getting done.

[blueberry-bastard1]

Detroit: Midnight

Chapter 2: New Day

__November 5th, 2038 // 3:24PM__

"I deeply apologize for the death of your daughter's nanny. what did you say happened to her?"

"A car hit her, stupid accident."

"Wow, I'm really sorry to hear that. Is your daughter oka-"

"Yeah, she's fine."

"Okay, then. Well, a new nanny will be watching Alice."

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

"As a matter of fact, here she comes now."

A woman entered the room and smiled upon seeing Alice.

"Please tell them your name."

"My name is Kara."

__November 5th, 2038 // 4:53PM__

As Todd drove through the city, Kara took a minute to look around. The statues of art and historical figures. Even a statue of a Midnight trying to block a human man's wooden stake. The sight of the statue made Kara's skin crawl.

She knew about the drug. She knew that it gave the recently dead a second chance. What she didn't know is what Midnight can do if a human, alive and well, gets a hold of the red liquid. She knew that the people called them "Modern Vampires" from what she's heard in overheard conversations while training to be Alice's nanny.

Todd drove through the neighborhood. The sight of the environment made Kara's stomach sink. This was Detroit. Well—what it used to be.

Run down houses, playgrounds, a dog park, everything that made Detroit at the time, was a run down. Some houses looked as if a small bomb had gone off inside it. Some even looked as if it was being eaten away by mold or radiation, not really. Todd house though, it was old. Never had a touch up of the white paint peeling on the outside of home. It's fence was clipped as if people were trying to break in.

Todd pulled into the drive way and get out the car. Kara would soon follow by getting out of the car as well. Once she looked up at the front door, Todd had already been there waiting for her. "You comin'?" Todd asked impatiently. "Yes, Todd." Kara said as she hurried to the front door and hurried inside.

As kara entered the house, her stomach sank once more as to seeing the interior of the home. Paint peeling on the walls, furniture old and falling apart, dishes piled high, trash haven't been taken out at all. "I don't care if your a nanny, maid or not." Todd started, making Kara lose her train of thought. "You do the dishes, do the laundry, you cook the dinners. Everything. Got it?" Todd finished looking to Kara fro an answer from her. "Yes, Todd." She replied.

"You also take care of- oh God. Where's the brat gone now!" Todd said looking around. "Alice? Alice! Oh there you are." Todd said seeing Alice, who was now sitting the stairs looking up at her father.

"Alice: Homework, getting dressed. Everything. Got that?" Todd said before storming off to the couch. "Yes Todd." "Start down here then work upstairs." Kara nodded and started on the trash taking it outside.

After finishing the trash, she'd start on the dishes. "Kara! Grab me a beer!" Kara grabbed Todd a beer and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. "I've finished, down here, I'll go start upstairs." Said Kara. Todd replied with an annoyed response. Kara headed upstairs and tidyed up Todd's room. She'd find a magazine. She'd pick up and find that it was layed open. She'd see a story inside.

"Man's daughter is the first child to be revived with Midnight."

Kara's heart sank. A parent spending a fortune on bringing their child back, only for them to stay the same age and height till their parents pass. Kara put the magazine down and started on the other rooms before lastly coming to Alice's room.

Upon entering Alice's room, Alice ran to her sheet fort and hid from Kara. "I'm just going to tidy up your room, Alice. I only need 5 minutes. Are you okay with that?" Kara began cleaning Alice's room.

Tidying up Alice's bed, Kara noticed a book on the floor. "Alice In Wonderland. Of course." Kara said with a smile. Kara knelt in front of Alice. "I hope we can have a nice bond like you and the other Nanny had." Kara said with a soft smile. Alice only looked up at her and played with her toy. "You look bored, what do you like to do for fun?" Alice got up and went to run out the room, I kynto turn around and hand Kara a key before running out the room.

Kara stood up before realizing where the key went to. Kara walked up to the box on Alice's dresser before unlocking it. Music started to play from it. Kara looked inside the the music box and pulled out drawings. As she looked through the drawings, she saw a process of Alice playing with her past nanny, to Alice then being covered in the Nanny's blood. The next and last drawing showed the bloodied nanny and Alice's father holiday gun.

Kara quickly and hurriedly our everything back into the music box before closing it. Kara quickly made her way done the stairs to tell Todd she had finished the upstairs, only to see Todd slowly approach Alice.

"Whatcha doin'?" Asked Todd. "Playing." Said Alice. "Playing..." Todd repeated. "This is all your fault. All of this is your fault." Kara stayed there, standing still on the stairs making sure not to be seen. Kara's heart sank. "You hate me, don't you?" Asked Todd. "Say you hate me." Todd ordered Alice. Todd picked Alice up and screamed at Alice. "SAY YOU HATE ME!!!"

Todd saw the stream of tears running down Alice's face. Todd started tearing up seeing his daughter cry, regretting what he'd done. "Oh God, what am I doing?" He asked himself. "I'm so sorry, I love you so much." Todd started. "You know I love you, right?" Todd said as he sobbed as he held his daughter in a tight embrace.

All Kara could do was watch as it all unfolded. Her heart ached for Alice. She wanted to help her, but she knew with the state Todd is in and how he treats his win daughter, Kara can't even imagine what would happen if she were to do something about Todd's abuse to Alice.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

New headcannon for pack mom and dad, Minho and Chan.

Firstly, the house has a chore chart and the core chart must be followed otherwise you will be put with the punishment chore, kitchen duty with Minho. I’m picturing full gold stars for when someone does everything right and on time.

But the two carefully take time at the end of the end of the week, likely around the coffee table, to rearrange the chart so that no one gets bored of a chore.

“Hyunjin, we can’t give Jisung trash three weeks in a row.” “Darling Hyunjin hates scrubbing floors, you know how much he’ll complain with you in dance class later this week.”

Also let’s just imagine the purely domestic after sex cuddles between the two where they talk about how they think the pack is doing as a whole and what they can do better to help. Like very serious conversations as muscle aches start to settle in and Chan is just playing with Minhos hair. Bonus points if Minho’s head is on Chan’s chest, finger bouncing against his lovers pec as he mimics the heartbeat he hears.

Nikki

Nikki, you literally always come up with the best shit. The good cush.

THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE IT SO MUCH IT'S CANNON NOW. END OF STORY.

And sometimes, if she's not busy, (Y/N) joins in (on the domestic sex of course, duh) and gives her input as well, because she and Minho are usually home a lot more than Chan, and have the inside scoop on how everyone is doing and what can be done better.

Meanwhile, we know the kids always check the chore chart at the start of every new week like they're seeing who passed or failed-with a ton of apprehension and dramatics. XD

"I can't look. Someone tell me what I have. Please say it's not dishes."

"Oh my god, seriously?! I had all gold stars last week, and they gave me LAUNDRY?! I'm going to riot."

"Fuck yeah, I got trash duty. Easiest one on there. Slay."

"Minho-hyung obviously has it out for me. Bathrooms? God, why not just say you hate me?"

"It's better than laundry! Do you know what's been done in those sheets?"

"Uh, yeah. I was there for most of it probably."

"Touché."

[ashtraysystem]

catch me playing a game of "if you make an ash get up"

if you make an ash get up, chances are they will want some food. if they want some food you'll have to go upstairs. in order to go upstairs you'll have to put decent clothes on.

once you go upstairs you'll likely have to make some food for them other than cereal and bagels, because they've had that multiple times this week. chances are they will ask you to make some oatmeal.

if they ask you to make oatmeal, they'll want stuff added to it and maybe a side dish like eggs or fruit or something, so you'll have to get those too. but they arent sure what they want so you have to figure it out.

once they eat they'll likely want to stay upstairs for a bit, as it's a bit sunny and less dreary than the basement. but they dont want to sit there watching tv, so its likely they'll need something to do.

they usually would draw, but they left their sketchbook in the basement. if they dont want to go back to the basement yet then they wont want to grab their sketchbook. so you'll have to find them some paper, a pen, and a hard surface to doodle on for a while.

chances are they'll be distracted by the cats, and if they are distracted by the cats then that probably means the cats need food or water, so you'll have to take care of that.

when petting the cats they'll remember that they need to be brushed, so they'll dig around in the cat bin for the two brushes. it'll take a while to catch both the cats, and to brush them. and after they will be covered in fur and either want to change cloths or brush themself off. its likely they'll just use the cat brush on themself to get the excess fur off.

once they are done with that they might want to actually go downstairs to play videogames, but first they'll need something to drink while they play. their favorite cup is dirty so you'll have to clean that. they might want something from the fridge upstairs, so you'll have to grab that before coming downstairs.

however you might also be stopped by a family member, and chances are if you are stopped by a family member you will have to sit and talk with them for a while, or they will give you an non optional, unskippable quest of varying degree.

when they finally do get downstairs they'll probably remember they need to do laundry, so they'll have to gather up their laundry in the basket. they'll remember they need to take out their trash too and gather that up. but they can only take one up at a time so the trash gets forgotten about.

once they take their laundry upstairs they'll have to check if anyone has anything in the washer or dryer, bc no one in this house respects laundry day assignments. if they are lucky there will be nothing here impeding them, but if they are unlucky, and they usually are, there will be at least something occupying the dryer.

if something is occupying the dryer then they have to check if its dry. if its not they'll need to turn it up. when it's done they'll have to track down who's laundry it is. depending on who's it is, they might have to take it out of the dryer for them.

and by this point theres only about 20 minutes left on the washer, so why waste going downstairs when they'd have to go back up again soon? so they'll probably sit in the living room again and draw while waiting for the washer and dryer to finish, and for other people to wake up.

when the laundry is done they will likely want to put it away relatively soon, as letting it pile up is bad for their mental health. if they want to put away laundry they'll need to turn on something to listen too, and if they want something to listen to they'll have to decide between their audiobook or their podcast, but probably end up listening to the podcast bc its more interesting.

once they start listening to the podcast they'll probably want to listen to a few more episodes, so they'll pick up their room. they'll remember the trash is full, but they cant go back upstairs right now so they set it in the hallway where they'll forget about it again. they'll finish cleaning their room and be tired and thirsty, so they'll want something to drink. if they want something to drink they'll probably go into the theater room where their video games are, and remember they wanted to play that. but now they are too tired and want to take a nap.

they'll take a nap and wake up from it a few hours later. they'll finally have the energy to play their videogame, so they go to the theater room.

but chances are, if you make an ash get up, someone will be playing on the ps5 and they wont be able to play their videogame.

[100dayproductivity]

95/100.

One of those days where I'm feeling overwhelmed by chores and don't know where to start. You ever have those days? You feel kind of paralyzed and end up doing nothing, right? I'm finding what helps me is to start in the corner of the kitchen with dishes and go from there.

First, I clear off my drying rack area:

It wasn't bad today, just a couple of things. The mug stays there; it's what I put cutlery in to dry. The yogurt container is for compost.

Next, I have to finish filling up my dishwasher and running it.

I got a new countertop mini-dishwasher recently because my old dishwasher stopped working and I couldn't keep up with hand-washing. The old dishwasher is pretty old--over 15 years old, probably. I didn't think it was worth getting repaired. However, I wasn't sure I wanted a new full-size dishwasher to replace it. My eldest child just went off to university this year and my youngest child is only with me part-time. The rest of the time I'm by myself. Do I really need a full-size dishwasher for 1.5 people? Also, I'm really thinking ahead to possibly downsizing at some point. Plus, I didn't want to deal with having to get a plumber to install a new unit at this time. So, I decided to try this cute little thing. It was on sale. (I can't remember the price off the top of my head, I think it came to about $300 CAD including taxes and shipping?) Jury is still out on whether it was a good buy. It's VERY small. But I knew it would be mainly for dishes and cutlery, not pots and pans. I'm okay with hand-washing a few things, just needed a little extra helping hand so I wasn't drowning in dishes every day. So from that standpoint, it's fulfilling its purpose.

Lol, I know the before and after pics look the same but I DID squeeze a few more things into the dishwasher. What's left is mostly things that just need to be rinsed out: my Turkish coffee pot and French press, a pot I steamed veggies in, a takeout container that will go in the trash.

In clearing off the stovetop I discovered I still had about a half cup of coffee left in the French press. Woohoo! Yay me! ☕

In the sink I have: a cat food tin and a meat tray (the brown stuff is just coffee grounds). These go in recycling but I like to wash things out before putting in the recycling bin so that things don't get stinky in there because a) stinky recycling is 🤢 and b) it won't attract raccoons and rats that way.

Now, I have to take a break from dishes for a minute to deal with laundry. I had put this laundry outside to dry the other day but I want to run it through air fluff in the dryer to suck out lint and soften the fabric up a bit.

That big box with what looks like a little doorway is what the mini-dishwasher came in. My cat loves it! His own personal little fort. 😆 I guess I'm keeping it for now.

Here he is enjoying his privacy:

Ok, back to the kitchen, I have a pot roast I wanted to put in the crockpot for dinner. Hopefully it's not too late!

Oops! I forgot about the max 10 photos per post. Stay tuned for my next post if you want to see the pot roast!

[poly-pan-0118]

Broken Promises

WC:4882. ⚠ Major character death, manga spoilers, hurt & comfort, sorta... Soft and sweet Kirishima.

After suffering the loss of the love of your life, Kirishima is there to help you heal and pick up the pieces.

****Grab some tissues guys****

You knew winter was going to be hell. It's your least favorite season after all. You roll over in bed and run your hand over the cold bare space next to you. You close your eyes and take a deep breath trying to stave off from crying. Again. You tell yourself that he's just been on a mission. Yeah, that's it. That's a good excuse, right? It'll explain why he hasn't been home, or why he hasn't returned any of your calls. You roll over and reach for your cell phone. No missed calls. Maybe you should try calling again. Voicemail.  "Hey babe. Just wondering when you'll be home. I was going to make that chicken Katsu you taught me for dinner. If you don't want it ruined, I suggest you be home on time." you giggle and take a deep breath, "I miss you and I love you. Be careful out there. See you soon." As you carefully place your cell back on the bedside table a basket of dirty laundry catches your eyes. His dirty clothes to be exact. You know you should do the laundry, it's about a month overdue. He'll be home soon, and you know how he likes cleanliness. 

You sit up on the side of the bed and clench your teeth, trying to keep your breathing even. It's another ten minutes of mentally arguing with yourself before you stand up. You grab the mesh bag of dirty clothes by the handles and drag it to the laundry room. Passing the kitchen, you ignore the dishes in the sink piling up. You'll clean up the kitchen after you start the laundry. At any moment your husband could be home and you want him to find the house clean. The way he likes it. You start the wash machine, add detergent and start separating clothes. But you can't bring yourself to wash them. Right now, they smell like him. The sweet scent from his quirk mixed with the musk from his body odor. If you wash them, you won't be able to smell him anymore. Maybe you can put off doing the laundry for just a little longer. You stop the water from filling and drag the basket back to your room. You throw one of his dirty sweaters on the bed where he lays. You'll cuddle up with that tonight you think. You walk back to the kitchen determined to clean up. That determination quickly dwindles as you look at the mess on the counters and in the sink. Your nose scrunches up as you get a whiff of the trash. You could at least take that out right? You pullout the overflowing bag and tie it. You sit it by the door and look for your slippers while giving yourself a mental pep talk. You can do this. The bin is right down the hall. 

You find one slipper but can't find the other. You're looking under the couch when you catch sight of something shiny. You grab it and sit up on your haunches. It's a hearing aid. Your mind flashes back to a month ago, right before he left for his mission. You both had an impromptu quickie before he left for work. It got pretty steamy. Somehow one of his aids fell out. You both looked under the couch, you know you did. You had to tell him that you found it. You picture him rolling his eyes with a little smirk. Since your husband is not answering, you figured you'd call the next closest person who might know what's going on. After three rings there's an answer. "Y/N? Is everything okay?" 

"Hey Kiri. Have you heard from my bum of a husband?" you ask jokingly. There was a moment of silence, then. "Aw, y/n" Kirishima paused, "Where are you hun?" 

"I'm at home trying to clean up. I want him to come home to a clean house ya know" 

You hear Kirishima take a deep breath and it's silent again. "He's gonna flip when I tell him I found his other hearing aid." you laugh. 

"Y/N, can I come over for a bit?" he asks. A big smile grows on your face, "Of course Kiri. You know you're always welcome here. Hey, I can make us some lunch." You say excitedly. It's been a while since you had company. "Sure, I'd like that hun." You're not sure why but his voice sounds sad. He has probably had a long day you think. 

You're in the kitchen making sandwiches when you hear a knock. Before you can even get to the door, Kirishima is walking in. The bag of trash you had sitting in front of the door falls over. "Shit, I'm sorry y/n" he apologizes. "No, no it's okay. I meant to take it out earlier but got sidetracked." you tell him. Kirishima watched how your hands shake as you pick up pieces of trash that fell out and stuff it back in the bag. "Hey, I got this." he says, reaching out to gently hold your hands. You nod and stand up. "I'm" you take a deep breath and smile, "I'm gonna finish making lunch."  Kirishima ties the bag again and before leaving he tells you that he'll be right back. As Kirishima walks down the hall to the trash chute, he thinks about how to handle you. It's a very delicate situation. He knows he has to be careful about what he says. Even though the doctor says not to correct you, so it doesn't set you off, he feels like he's lying to you and he doesn't like that at all. But Kirishima wants to see you happy because he still loves you. He's always had feelings for you but ultimately it was his best friend that came in and swept you off your feet. Although he was jealous and confused about his emotions, he swallowed his pride and respected his friends' relationship. It was the manly thing to do. 

Kirishima came back to find you in the same place he left you. Standing at the counter staring at two plain ham sandwiches. You hadn't noticed him walking in and was startled when he spoke. Sitting at the coffee table with mail strewn all over, you both ate in silence. "I'm sorry lunch is pretty boring. Haven't gotten the chance to go grocery shopping yet." you finally spoke. "If you make a list, I could go to the store for you" he offered. "Oh no need for that" you said shaking your hands, "I'll just wait till he gets home, shouldn't be much longer." Kirishima couldn't take it anymore. He didn't want to upset you but he didn't like how you were living in denial like this. Even more, he couldn't stand the fact that once you faced reality you could very well be upset with him for enabling you and he didn't want that. Kirishima stood up and walked over to your end of the table. Squatting down before you he gently took your hands and held them. "Y/N," he closed his eyes taking a deep breath and then opened them again, "you know he's not coming home, right?" You shook your head and your lips began to tremble. "Kirishima don't." you begged, "Please don't do this."

Kirishima hated seeing you like this. The last thing he wanted to do was make you upset or to hurt you, but he couldn't let you keep living like this. "This isn't healthy y/n. Maybe," he paused for a minute, thinking about how to say this as delicately as possible, "maybe we should go to the hospital. See about getting you some help." Kirishima winced at his own words. Before he could think about what to say next, he felt a sting across his face. There he knelt before you, eyes wide open at the realization that you just smacked him. Kirishima took a deep breath. He wasn't mad. His heart was breaking watching someone he loved hurt this way. "I'm not crazy Eijirou" you yelled, standing up quickly, almost knocking Kirishima backwards. You turned to walk away but he grabbed you and pulled you in a tight bear hug. There you fought to get out of his embrace but soon settled down. Kirishima quietly hushed you and rubbed your back. 

He walked you over to the couch where you curled up next to him burying your face in his chest and sobbed. He didn't say anything, he just let you get it all out. "He lied Eij" you cried muffling into his chest, his T-shirt now soaked with your tears. "Kats lied to me." Kirishima still didn't say anything, he just continued to listen and rub your back. He was going to let you get everything you needed to say off your chest and hope you felt better afterwards. You pushed yourself up looking at Kirishima and noticed he too was crying. After all he lost his best friend just as you lost your husband. "He said he would never leave me. He said that he would always be here for me. He lied to us both and I'm so angry Eijirou, I'm so angry" your voice cracked as your breathing got heavier. Kirishima could tell you we're starting to hyperventilate. "Calm down baby, calm down" he said pulling you in close again to hold you. "Shhh, deep breaths" he said softly in your ear, "that's it, relax." 

Kirishima held you like that for what seemed like forever. Finally calm, you sat up. "Thank you, Ei." you told him, "Thank you for being here." Kirishima moved some hair that was stuck to your face behind your ears. "I'll always be here for you y/n" he said. He wanted to promise you that he would never leave you, that he will always be here by your side, but he didn't want to make that promise, that same promise that Katsuki did and have you worry about losing him as well. "Why don't I start a bath for you and while you are washing up, I will clean a bit out here." 

"You don't have to do that. I'll get around to it eventually." Your voice was hoarse from crying and breathing hard. "It's no problem really." Kirishima said, standing up and offering you a hand. "I want to do this." You walked to the bathroom together and watched as Kirishima drew you a bath and set out the one clean towel that you had. "I'm gonna be right in the kitchen." he said. Cupping your cheek with one hand he used a thumb to wipe away a stray tear. "If you need anything just holler okay." You nodded as you watched Kirishima bite at his lower lip. He then cleared his throat and left you to your bath. 

In the kitchen cleaning, Kirishima chastised himself for the thoughts he was having. Here you both are in mourning. You, the loss of your husband and him, the loss of his best friend, a brother. And all he could think about was wanting to kiss you. After cleaning the kitchen, he stopped by and softly knocked on the bathroom door asking if you were okay or if you needed anything. You softly answered that you were fine and will be out in a bit. Kirishima found some clean sheets and made the bed for you. His thoughts drifting to wanting to lay with you curled up in his arms and falling asleep. There were no sexual intentions, he just wanted to comfort you and maybe he needed comfort as well. Katsuki Bakugou was his best friend. He was like a brother; they shared everything. Even though he didn't show it, he was hurting just as much. 

He was tucking in the sheets at the corner of the bed when something shiny on the floor caught his eye. Bending over to pick it up he realized what he found. It was Katsuki’s wedding band that you kept on a necklace. Squinting to read the inscription on the inside it read ' forever'. He knew that yours read 'always ', after all he helped his best friend pick out the ring. You walked in the bedroom to find Kirishima sitting on the edge of the bed holding something. "Whatcha doing" you asked quietly. Kirishima snapped his head and stood up in surprise, "Y/N, I didn't hear you," he said with a soft smile. You immediately knew what he was holding. "You found it," you said, running over to him. "I thought I had lost this for good. I couldn't find it anywhere." Kirishima placed the jewelry in your small palm and watched as you cried, but this time they were happy tears. "It must have gotten caught in the bedding," he said. Only then noticing that he put clean sheets on the bed. 

"Could you?" you asked, holding the necklace up. "Of course, turn around." he told you. Kirishima noticed as you held your hair up that it was still dripping wet. "You're gonna catch a cold." he chuckled. He placed the necklace around your neck and clasped it closed. You stared at the ring you held between two fingers, happy it was found, when you felt Kirishima's warm hands linger on your shoulders. For a moment, just for a quick moment, you imagined they were Katsuki’s hands. His thumbs rubbed soft circles on your delicate skin and you let out a quiet moan. You froze and Kirishima quickly removed his hands. 

"I'm so sorry" you told him, turning around, your face red with embarrassment. "No, I shouldn't have-" Kirishima choked on his words as he looked at your pouty lips. He balled his hands into fist at his side. "I should go, I'm sorry" he said then walked away. "Eijirou please don't leave." you cried out. Kirishima stopped at the doorway not turning around, his fingernails dug into the wood. "Y/N, I don't think -" 

"Please Eij. I don't want to be alone. I… I just want to be held." Kirishima felt your hand on his arm and tightly shut his eyes. He was trying to find the right decision to make. "Please" you begged in a soft voice. How he wished to hear you beg for different reasons. He shook his head at that thought. He was prepared to stand his ground, but when he turned around and looked at you, he knew that he had lost all willpower. "Are you sure?" he asked you. Watching you nod your head, he gave in and stopped fighting with himself. "Okay," he said in his signature sweet voice, "but first let's get this hair dried."

Kirishima blow dried your hair and brushed it. You argued with him not to, but he insisted that if he were to stay there, he was going to take care of you. After he ordered some take out you got prepared for bed. You gave him a pair of Katsuki’s sweats to sleep in. You couldn't stop yourself from laughing as he walked into the room. They were extremely tight and short on him. That was the first night you slept soundly since you found out about Katsuki. That night turned into the next night, which turned into a week. Before you knew it, a month went by. The nights would always end the same. After you both got cleaned up, you'd settle into bed. Kirishima, the big spoon to your little one. He would always kiss the top of your head before telling you goodnight. Nothing sexual ever happened. Just two people needing comfort after loss.

It's been almost four and a half months now. Kirishima stayed over every one of those nights except for two because of a mission that sent him far away, but he made sure he called you every chance he got. Things have gotten better since Kirishima started staying over. Your sleep schedule got back on track, you were eating better and keeping up with your hygiene. You always had the house clean by the time Kirishima got home. It's been about six months since you lost Katsuki and today was April twentieth, his birthday. It had been a hard day for you. Kirishima had constantly been calling to check in on you. You were sitting at the dining table, nitpicking at your steamed vegetables when he finally came home. You immediately ran over to him, jumping in his arms. "I'm here baby. I'm here" 

Kirishima sat down to eat dinner with you and helped clean up. Then you both found your way to bed. There was something eating at you tonight. Instead of falling asleep almost immediately, your mind began to wander. You felt antsy. "What's the matter hun? I can feel something is troubling you." Kirishima asked. You turned to face him. With one arm under your head and the other draped over your waist, Kirishima's mind started to race. All the nights sleeping in his embrace, you never once turned to face him. Maybe it was because you imagined it was Katsuki holding you, he wasn't sure. He didn't care. Long as he still got to hold you. His eyes searched yours as you laid there looking up at him. What were you thinking? Did you want something? Should he make a move? Has it been long enough for you to move on? Should you move on? Could you? 

These exact questions ran through your mind as well. Does it make you a bad person hitting on your deceased husband's best friend? Would it make Katsuki happy knowing that you were with Kirishima instead of some ' extra'?  Only thing that you were sure of is the feelings that grew for him. Intimate feelings. You couldn't help the heat that pooled between your legs any more than you could stop your heart from racing when he touched you. Kirishima watched your lips quiver. Both of you wanted to act on your feelings but were scared to. 

"What are you thinking?" Kirishima asked, his breathing was ragged. You couldn't find the right words, so you bit the bullet and used actions. You leaned in closer and nuzzled his nose with yours. You heard Kirishima gasp and pulled away to look at him. There was something different in his eyes. They held a want, a need, a craving. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked. You eagerly nodded and that's all Kirishima needed. He quickly rolled on top of you, his lips hungrily devouring yours. Your hands ran through his hair pulling it out of the band holding it up causing the red soft locks to cascade down around both your faces. Kirishima smiles into the tender kiss he's giving you. "You always loved playing with my hair." His lips brushed against yours. You quickly thought back to third year at the dorms when after he started letting his hair grow out. You would crawl behind him on the couch while he and Kat played video games and played with his hair. Katsuki would eventually laugh at him because he had a long loose braid, but he secretly liked it. You would tease him, asking when he'll grow out his hair so you could braid it. "Fuck off with that shit!" Katsuki would bark. Then, when nobody else could hear, he'd whisper in your ear, "I'd let you do whatever you want to me."  Your love was fairly new at the time and you both loved to tease each other. 

Taking a breath, Kirishima pulled away and you both gazed at each other for a moment. He knew what you were thinking. "I miss him too." He told you. "Does this make us bad people? What we're doing?" you asked him. Kirishima wasn't sure how to answer that because he wondered the same. "Let me ask you this," he said sitting up, "does this feel right to you?" You answered yes without even thinking about it. Kirishima smiled and it made your heart flutter. "I want you to know that I'm not using you to replace Katsuki." you told him as you played with the covers on the bed. "Aw, I know that baby. And I want you to know that I'm not taking advantage of your loss. I would never disrespect Kat like that. Come here." he said, pulling you on top of him so that you were straddling him. "I love you y/n, I always have." 

Your eyes flickered back and forth between him. Did you feel the same? Of course you did, but you couldn't say it. "I... I don't know if I'm ready to say that again, Eijirou. I'm sorry." you admitted as tears fell again. "Hey, hey no baby. Don't cry. I'm not mad." he said, pulling you down to wrap his arms around you. He rubbed your back as you laid your head on his chest. "I'm not forcing you into anything okay, we'll go at whatever pace you're comfortable with." After a while of laying together in silence a hungry need once again took over. You lifted your head and planted kisses over his chest. His hands went from gently rubbing your back to hungrily kneading your hips and groping your ass. You gave him a passionate kiss and nibbled on his lip, slowly grinding your hips into his. You felt him grow hard under you and you desperately grinded harder, trying to get friction on your needy clit. 

"Are you sure you want this? Once I start, I'm not going to be able to stop." he asked as his mouth moved down your neck. "Yes, yes Eijirou. I need you. I need to feel you please." There it is. The begging he so longed to hear come from your lips. "Then come here, pretty girl." he said, flipping you on your back. "Let me make you feel good." Kirishima proceeded to kiss down your chest and you leaned up to remove your shirt. "God you're so beautiful." he said before his mouth latched on one of your nipples as he groped the other, causing little moans to escape your mouth. "You sound so sweet." he said moving further down your body, "I wonder what else is sweet" he teased tugging at your waistband. You lifted your hips and he pulled your panties off. Sitting back on his haunches, he looked over your body. You suddenly felt insecure and moved your arms to cover yourself. 

"No baby, please don't do that." he said moving your arms back. "You are so, so beautiful." He gently spread your legs apart and placed kisses up and down both legs. "Be a good girl and keep these legs apart for me." he said grinning as you gave a little shiver. Kirishima used his wide tongue to slowly lick a strip up your eager awaiting cunt, pulling a loud moan from your lips. "Mmm, you're already dripping." he said with his mouth full. "You really want this don't you?" You couldn't form any words; you just eagerly shook your head. Kirishima proceeded to eat you like a starved man. He could have came right there, rutting against the bed hearing your loud sounds after entering two fingers in your tight hole." Are you going to cum baby?" he asked feeling your legs shake, "Cum for me so I can fuck you good." 

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" You said gripping the sheets with one hand and shoving his face deeper into your cunt with the other, you came undone, your body convulsing. Kirishima lapped up every bit. "That's it baby. That's it. Fuck you taste so good." Kirishima said before pulling away. You watched as he quickly stripped away his pants and boxers. Kirishima watched your eyes grow as you watched him. He was big. Bigger than Katsuki was, and you thought it was hard to handle him. How was this gonna fit? Kirishima grinned knowing what you were thinking. "What's the matter baby? Think I'm too big?" He asked, kneeling down between your legs pumping his dick. "You still want it?" he teased. "Yes, Eij please. Pleeease!" Fuck your begging drove him insane. 

He rubbed his dick over your sensitive clit, coating it with your juices, then slowly pushed his tip in. "Ahh" you moaned. It was only the tip and he was already stretching you out. Kirishima pushed your legs up so your knees were at your chest, spreading you wide open for him. He was halfway in when you didn't think you could take much more. "It won't fit Eiji" you cried. "Yes it will baby, just relax." he said pushing deeper, listening to you whimpering. Finally, he bottomed out, his hips flush with yours. He let go of your legs and bent down to kiss you, staying still to let you adjust to him. He could stay inside you like this all night. It felt so right. Like you were made just for him. Your hips started to move and Kirishima laughed against your neck he was currently leaving a mark on. "Are you ready to get dicked down baby?" 

Kirishima continued to fuck you hard and deep into the mattress, making sure you came at least twice, before flipping you on all fours. Your face was shoved into the covers as he had one hand digging nails into your hip, the other had his fingers working magic on your clit as he fucked you fast, his balls smacking, making loud lewd noises. "You gonna cum again pretty girl?" he asked breathlessly, "Cum, cum again so you can ride me baby."  You once again came hard, knees giving out and falling forward more. "You're not done," he said, laying on his back and pulling you on top of him, "not by a longshot." He held you up by your hips as he lined himself up and then he quickly pulled you down. Your sloppy cunt taking him all the way. You cried out having never felt so full before. "Oh, fuck Eijirou, I'm so full." He pulled you down to kiss you and swallow all your sweet moans as he fucked up into you. "I got you baby. Just need you to cream on my cock one more time before I pump you full of my cum." he said growling in your ear. Quickly something dawned on you. "Eiji, I'm not on any birth control." you admitted. In fact, you and Katsuki had just started trying for a baby. "Do you want me to pull out?" he asked, not slowing down. "No. No please don't. I need you to fill me up. Please Eijirou. I want all your cum." 

"Fuuuck," Kirishima groaned, wrapping arms tightly around you, holding you close to him. His hips thrusting upwards, hammering hard into you. "You have no idea what you're doing to me." You began babbling, screaming for his cum. "You want my cum huh? You want me to pump a baby in you, is that it?" You didn't think it was possible, but you felt him get even more hard. You knew he was close. "Yes, Eijirou. Please. Please. Please." you cried out having the strongest orgasm yet. "That's it baby. Cream on this cock. Gonna pump my seed deep into your greedy little cunt." His thrusts got sloppy, "oh fuck, oh fuck baby. I'm... I'm cumming." he yelled with a loud growl. He gave a couple more thrusts and then stilled inside of you. You were dead weight on top of him as he rubbed soft invisible circles on your back. "I'll leave early and grab the morning after pill for you before I go into the agency." he said after regaining his breath. 

"No." you said, lifting your head up quickly, "I mean, you don't have to." Kirishima propped himself up on his elbows. "Are you sure? Is this something you want?" There's that question again you thought. "I think if it's meant to happen, it will." you said looking off to the distance, scared to look him in the eyes. "Hey, look at me baby." he said, pulling your face to look at him, "I'm prepared to stay with you the rest of my life. Like I said, we'll do this at your pace."

After you both took a lazy warm bath together and Kirishima changed the bedding, you nestled under the covers, close to his body. Kirishima laid awake a little while longer. His mind racing. Were you both rushing things? Perhaps. Were you using him to replace Katsuki? He wasn't sure. He knew you wouldn't do it deliberately and he knew deep down that you needed someone. Was he taking advantage of your need? Absolutely not, but if anyone was gonna be there to pick up the pieces and put you back together, it was gonna be him. Kirishima didn't know what the future held for the both of you. He knew it was gonna be a rough and long road. As he ran his hand over your hair, he watched you sleep, facing him for the first time, he was absolutely sure of two things. He knew he loved you, and he knew you loved him.

[greenhippieworld]

I wke up at 7:30pm yesterday. it's now 11:11am. I just got home. I got my period shorly after waking up. I spent hours planning things for my new business. I was starving for few hours. I baked a cake at 4am.at 6am i finished a novel, started another. At 7am i started washing the dishes, cleaning my room, taking out laundry and trash. At 10am i forced myself to go grocery shopping even though i didn't want to but i said I'm going to get the stuff and so i had to go get the stuff. I went out in the scorching sun, got bullied by some useless high schoolers. I walked 5k steps while collecting different things from different places, feeling the painkiller effect slip away from my body. Walking back home carrying 10kg in both hands and my back, stomachache is rising. After climbing 5 levels of stairs i needed my asthma meds. Going into the bathroom to freshen up before sleeping i realized i didn't empty my cup since last night so i did. As i was pulling it out a huge blood clot spilled on the floor. I called it piece of baby. I cleansed the cup and put it back, then proceeded to clean up the mess on the floor. I said goodbye baby as i pushed the baby clot into the drain, watched it slip away. I took my asthma meds. And i forgot to take the painkiller which I'll do now.

And that's one of the times when i realize how tired i am of being this person. When i realize how strong i am and how much i hate that.