#i helped paint my room when we first moved into our current house so i could probably do it again pretty easily

[fabulouslygaybean]

wait a goddamn second. being roommates means we get to go apartment hunting together

[vaaaaaiolet]

You move to the big city in search of bigger and better, so naturally, you get your first place.

You just don't anticipate the roommate that comes along with it.

f / m, strangers / enemies to lovers, slow burn, hijinks and shenanigans, leon is bad at feelings :( but don't worry because there will be so much fluff omg like a romcom, leon being a little shit to a sweetheart pipeline, and banter!! so much banter

inspired by the Japanese drama Good Morning Call!

catch up on earlier chapters // read on ao3

chapter 4: legalese, chimney sweeps, and a partridge in a pear tree

a/n: this is a REUPLOAD bc i've been told my first post didn't show up in tags 😭 thank you so much if you read the original upload, it means the world to me :,)

I KNOW I TOOK FOREVER but i was fighting to get this written omg. so many ideas. my head hurts. if you can find the spiderman scene we are now due for a spring wedding. andrew garfield peter parker >>> but as always, i love u LOTS!! enjoy <3

There are all kinds of upsides to having friends in high places, but when your connections are limited to the four walls of Wok and Roll Ramen Noodle, the best you’ve got is Hikaru Uehara: an unlikely junior-year friend, the owner’s son, and law student extraordinaire. Apron tied with a clumsy knot behind your back, you slip inside the tiny shop only to meet his sharp eyes across the bar. Oof.

Hikaru frowns. “You’re late again.”

“I know, I know, but I’ve actually got an excuse this time,” you try for a winning smile, peeking at the book he’s currently nose deep in. 

“It’s always something with you. Still house hunting?” He slides a bowl of kitsune udon across the bartop, “Number 43, table next to the creepy painting.”

He shoots, he scores! You catch the bowl and head off to the hungry patron.

“You know, my dad finished our basement yesterday and we’ve got an empty room now. I told him I’d ask you.” 

“Because you’re offering it free of rent, right?” 

A not-at-all-subtle grin pulls at the corner of his mouth. “What about an employee discount?”

“In your dreams, Uehara.”

43 asks for an extra pair of chopsticks, which you gladly deposit before taking the barstool opposite the shopkeeper’s son. It turns out he’s reading one of his textbooks for law class. Perfect. You roll up your sleeves and bust out your CEO face again. 

Here goes nothing. “I kind of got myself into a mess.”

“I don’t want to hear about the thing with your fern and the toilet again.”

“What? No, ew,” you wave all associated memories of that away, “no, seriously. I found a place, but I’m kind of…stuck in it. I need you go all Elle Woods and help me because I got scammed.” And also broken into, but you mentally plead the fifth and avoid self-incriminating yourself. “The lease is forcing me and this other guy to share the place and neither of us know how to get out.”

That gets his attention; Hikaru puts down his textbook. “Okay, maybe you do have an excuse this time. What the hell?”

The Sparknotes version is that you and Leon both filed for the same apartment within half an hour of each other.

Number 44: cold soba.

Your landlady’s as good as fled the country. Leon can’t reach his either. Hikaru sucks his teeth.

Number 45: miso soup.

You’ve both agreed to share the apartment for the three months of the lease considering the mini fortune of money blown on the deal.

“$6000? Really?” he gasps. “You do know how much this job pays you, right?”

“Then pay me more!” you shoot back, multitasking refills while balancing a full tray. 

45 again: miso soup on the house. Hikaru hands you a mop for your spill as you glare, but pulls out his laptop all the same.

“Well, if you’re fine with sharing the apartment for two more months…” he hums, typing away and whistling in approval as he finds your apartment listing, “your place isn’t bad at all considering the price. Plus, you can’t request to move back in just like that if we lodge a complaint and you win. What if this Leon turns out to be an alright roommate?”

His question irks you a little. Why would you want the apartment back with a weirdly cagey roommate who shotguns (emphasis on gun) the master bedroom? You’ve got reason enough to want a place of your own after the shitshow that was college last year. You wonder if you should lay out all Leon’s teen boy-esque rules about not touching his things, but Hikaru shakes his head the minute you open your mouth.

“I know it’s not what you want to hear, but maybe the best course of action is to wait the storm out.” 

He sounds sincere for once, turning the laptop screen around to show you a 37-page long document with your building’s name embellishing the top. His fingers just keep scrolling, and scrolling, and scrolling, and dear God.

"That's the complaint form?" Your shriek rattles 45’s bowl worryingly.

“The first half, yes. Should I email you the second?”

Number 46 has the nerve to comment on your face looking more blanched than her bok choy.

That evening, you close the Wok and Roll with a heavy heart. Your phone pings as you double check the locks.

[Hikaru]: srsly ur best waiting out ur contract

Well damn, Hikaru. Friend of the year.

[Hikaru]: but since u asked (and rescued that last order)

[Hikaru]: i’ll still look for ways to get u out of there and on ur own

[Hikaru]: after finals tho

[Hikaru]: and once u start coming in on time!!

You pump your fist with a self-indulgent whoop outside the restaurant doors. Hikaru might be a pain to deal with sometimes, but he really did come through when he wanted to. Consider your now-thriving toilet fern that he put together a pot for, and soon with a little bit of luck, your eventual solo apartment life. 

You eagerly text back a thank you. Not even the winter air buffeting your face could put a damper on your mood as you skip back home to your apartment, and consequently, to Leon.

Or at least you thought you were. The apartment is lovely and warm and quiet when you unlock the front door. 

“Hello?” You call out for him, looping your scarf onto the wall hook.

No response. 

Leon’s bedroom door’s cracked open though, and the light looks off. It’s only 7 PM. Did he tell you he was going out? Crap, you realize how ill-prepared you’d been to not get his number or anything before you left. Rookie mistake. This roommate business is harder than you remember.

You toe off your boots and tiptoe toward the master bedroom. 

No messing in each other’s rooms, Leon’s phantom voice prods at the back of your head, but your concern for his wellbeing — okay fine, maybe you just want to peek at his stuff that’s so damn secret — takes over as you push his door open and slip into the darkness that’s making it impossible to see.

So you flick on the nearby lamp.

And then you scream. “What are you doing?”

Tucked in bed as snug as a bug and fully dressed, complete with shearling jacket, is Leon Kennedy with his face dirtied to high heaven. He blinks crossly as the lamp flickers to life. 

“Huh?” His voice is gruff with sleep.

“You’re sleeping…like that?”

He looks down as if registering himself for the first time. “I’m…yeah. Tired.”

“What happened to your face?” you ask, sounding reedy. “It’s filthy.”

“It is?”

You nod sharply.

“Oh? Oh yeah, yeah, I was cleaning the chimney.”

“We don’t have a chimney. Leon, we don’t even have a fireplace.” 

He fumbles out of his covers at your bug-eyed look. His room is absolutely freezing. “I have an explanation, I swear,” he starts as you back into the living room. Leon looks even grimier in the light: soot dusts his shoulders like powdered sugar, ages his hair salt-and-pepper, bruises the knees of his jeans. “Last night, I couldn’t sleep. There was something wrong with the heating so I went to check.”

Your room is perfectly warm. The house is perfectly warm.

He nods. “That’s cause I fixed the rest of the apartment, my room’s sti-” And then stops, narrowing his eyes. Whatever Leon did to fix the heating couldn’t have kept the temperature from dropping several degrees as he hisses, “You came into my room. We had a deal.”

“I had no idea you were even home!” 

“Doesn’t negate the fact that you broke the rule.”

Everything flips in a second; he’s glaring daggers, and the entire situation is so petulantly infuriating that you take his bait. The snow from your coat is making a melted mess on the carpet. Leon’s still in his stupid dirty jacket. The living room is half-unpacked from moving in literally the day before, and you’re already having your first argument with your roommate over stepping three feet into his bedroom.

“What is so goddamn important about the stuff in your room?” you finally explode. 

“You don’t get it.” 

“Leon,” you sound embarrassingly close to pleading now, “you wanted this – this whole sharing thing – but now you’re not giving me a chance?” You let your arms fall to your sides. 

Hikaru wanted to know if you could last three months. But as Leon stares at you, jaw working like he’s having a one-man argument inside his mouth, you wonder how you’ll tell your friend you couldn’t even last three nights. Frustrated tears prick at your eyes. You’ve never been good on the debate team back in high school. How long is it going to take for Leon to snap at you for that too?  

“It’s not you,” he says softly.

You smother a sniffle with your coat sleeve, making him sigh. 

“It’s not you,” he repeats, shaking his head to himself, “God, Hunnigan, you’re never this sloppy…” Shucking off his coat, he drops it on a box labeled Seasonal Decor #2 before heading back inside his room. He appears moments later with a box of tissues. “Take one before I get them covered in coal, yeah?” 

As you hesitatingly accept, you take in his form sans jacket. Leon is – alarmingly built, for one – covered in scratches. Bruises. Real ones. Fresh.

They’re littered along his muscled forearms, right up to the tops of his fitted black shirt sleeves. He’s so close to you that you even notice a silvery scar topping his right cheekbone.

“Are you…okay?”

Mystery swirls around your roommate like the soot he’s covered in. You ball up the tissue in your hand as his brow gradually smooths out, anger dissipating. 

“It’s my job,” Leon reveals. “Everything, this apartment, the stuff I’m keeping in my room, I…I work for the government, okay? This apartment was supposed to be home base for me. There’s stuff in there I can’t have anyone messing with. Stuff that could hurt you.” He pulls out a gleaming badge and lets you inspect it as your hand slowly flies over your mouth. “See?”

The gun in his pocket. The phone call. 

“But you’re not going to hurt me…right?” you dare to ask.

Leon’s eyes go wide, blond head shaking swiftly. “Never, I swear. Trying to do the opposite, actually, but that’s not going too great right now. I’m here to stop somebody from getting their hands on something that could hurt a lot of people.”

It’s a little surreal. Your once-burglar roommate turned government agent blinks at you like you’ll turn any moment, like you’re about to scream and run for the hills, so he can’t help but flinch as you reach for another tissue and whisper, “Can I?”

“Can you what? I can’t let you look at my things, again, I-” Leon tilts his head as you wrap the tissue around your index and middle fingers, and then rifle through the Seasonal Decor #2 box. “What are you doing?”

“Got it!”

You turn around, revealing a modest first aid kit in your hands.

“You keep that with your Christmas decorations?” He lets out a short laugh.

“I drop a lot of ornaments. Should really invest in plastic ones.” Fishing out a small bottle of ointment for Leon to see, you shoot him a redeeming grin. “So can I?”

He smiles. “You may,” Leon concedes, allowing you to settle him on the couch.

Leon’s bedroom seems to drop in temperature as the evening blends into night, falling to a bewildering 38 degrees while the rest of the apartment remains toasty. Ice might be frosting his windows, but thankfully, it only melts between you and Leon as you dab ointment into his cuts and he entertains you with sanitized anecdotes from his work around the world. The living room clock ticks to 10 o’clock as you two share the next best thing to dinner: a stash of rice crackers swiped from the back of the Wok and Roll. 

“There’s no way you’re sleeping with a jacket on.” You jut your chin towards his room, hissing in sympathy as he jerks from the alcohol sting. “It’s just as bad as sleeping outside in the snow.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” Leon munches. He holds out a cracker for you to bite, an oddly intimate gesture that he doesn’t seem to put as much thought into as you, “it’s plenty warm out here.”

“And have you spend the night on a lumpy sofa with a million bruises on your back? That’d be evil, Leon.”

He shrugs. “I’ve slept through worse.”

“Yeah, because you were probably halfway across the world in some random jungle!” 

“It was just the one mission, come on,” he protests, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “I’ll be fine, I promise.”

You shake your head. The tail end of his bandage tucks neatly under his arm as you finish patching him up. It’s been an eventful night, and with each genuine laugh you share with Leon, the more you feel like extending an olive branch for everything that’s happened so far. You even feel a little bad for the Lena thing.

“Sleep in my room for the night. Take the bed,” you suggest.

“It wouldn’t be very chivalrous of me.”

“And calling dibs on the master bedroom was?”

“I needed space for my equipment!”

You lift an unimpressed brow.

“Touché.” Leon gives in, chuckling.

So it’s settled. You pull out a mass of blankets from a box next to the fridge (Winter Camp Sophomore Year EMERGENCY SUPPLIES) which Leon insists on expertly fashioning into a nest beside your bed. It’s piled high with pillows from his own bed by the time you come back from brushing your teeth. 

“It makes me feel better about this whole thing,” he admits when you laugh at it. 

It’s either him or his pillows that make you feel warmer sleeping on the floor than you did in your bed last night. Leon's unexpected warmth might be your Christmas miracle to make up for this apartment fiasco. The stars twinkle outside your bedroom window as you drift off to sleep.

Deep in your dreams, you miss the twinkle of something else too. 

A ping to be specific.

[UNKNOWN NUMBER]: Hiding him from me already?

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[kukuma-kit]

Audacious Venerate

Meet’ n’ Greet

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☆: * parings: College, Human! Lo'ak x Human!Reader

☆: * warnings: none, mentions of sexy women tho- ☆: * Characters: Lo'ak, Neteyam, Tuk, Kiri, Jake, Neytiri ☆: * Wordcount: 983

☆: * Na'vi glossary: Ftang nga- stop that. Yom wutsot- eat your meal, sa'nok- mother

☆: * Note(s): I'm not too happy about this one but I am satisfied enough, this is only the first part though:) Forgot who the artist is but if you know, let me know too!:)

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Finally getting to move out but you have to wait.

Or..

You find yourself thinking back to Lo’aks light hearted flirting and feeling butterflies in your stomach.

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"Ftang nga!!" "Yom wutsot!" Neytiri exclaimed, tired of her younger son and second eldest sister bickering over dinner. "sa'nok! sa'nok!!" Tuk ran over, Jake calling out to her about forgetting to take her shoes off and not run in the house. Neytiri couldn't help but smile at the family, seeing her kids laugh and talk about school. Although the constant bickering and trouble her kids put her through, she missed seeing her kids all day, not expecting Jake to come up behind her and put a hand on her waist. "Didn't notice how much I missed' em, huh" Neytiri chuckled at that, resting her head on Jake's shoulder. "eww!! mom! dad!!" Tuk might be older now but that didn't mean she wouldn't pass down a chance to tease her parents and their undying love for each other. The rest of the kids hurried the couple over, wanting to eat already but they always waited for their parents. ------------------------------------------------------------

I groaned in frustration, quickly pulling out my phone and placing it to my ear. As I made my way to the exit doors, I waited for the call to connect. Ao'nung was supposed to pick me up and take me to my new place so we could get the keys. He had texted me earlier that they had finished gathering their belongings and that Lo'ak and Neteyam were fixing up the room.

It wasn't even two months ago when Neteyam introduced you to Lo'ak, who offered you his old room that he had shared with Lo'ak. The room had been used as a storage unit until now. Due to some mishaps involving the wall paint and broken flooring, they had to repair both the walls and floors along with some wall linings.

To contribute to the apartment expenses and rent, you took on half of them. However, your current job wasn't making things easy, so you barely managed to cover your share of expenses. Fortunately, you enrolled in mixologist classes to supplement your income. "Yo?" " it alright if I swing by earlier than planned?" I took a sharp inhale before speaking, unprepared for the grogginess of sleep in Lo'ak's voice as I glanced down. Fiddling with my key charm, I walked to Ao'nung's car and stepped inside. We exchanged looks before he drove off.

"Huh? Oh, yeah- that's fine. Are you on your way?"

"Yeah, see ya in a bit."

The call ended, and Lo'ak wasn't too far - just a 25-minute drive from campus. To pass the time, Ao'nung and I enthusiastically sang along to our favorite tunes. Before we knew it, we were climbing the steps to the apartment and knocking on the door. Lo'ak emerged wearing sweatpants and a muscle shirt, his locks slicked back into a bun. He smirked at me, nodded at Ao'nung, and let us in.

"Hey, ma. The keys are right on the counter," he said as he followed me into the kitchen and poured some juice into a cup.

"You got what we need?"

"Of course," Lo'ak replied snarkily to Ao'nung as he turned to leave, tossing a bag to Ao'nung who was exchanging goodbyes to you. "Me and Neteyam just finished clearing the room, we're waiting for the supplies to come in" He informed me as I nodded before taking a look around the place, Lo'ak behind my trail as he told me what was what. After some touring and light-hearted flirting from Lo'ak, we settled down on the sofa and engaged in conversation about the plans. Time flew by, and he kindly offered to give me a lift.

"So you're going to be a bartender?" I had mentioned to Lo'ak that I was taking mixology classes, which required some explanation. Lo'ak seemed genuinely impressed, admiring the confidence it takes to be a bartender in certain establishments. Although it didn't feel like a big deal to me, I appreciated his sentiment.

"Yeah, I'll be like those hot skilled women pouring and shaking drinks," I joked. Lo'ak laughed at this, which made me chuckle too.

"For real, and looking great in the process," he added. Surprisingly, the thought of bartending and impressing Lo'ak stirred some flattering butterflies within me. "ya'know, you're not so bad yourself" I spoke softly now, looking out the window with my chin in my palm, I hear Lo'ak scoff, chuckling under his breath as he took a right. "uh huh? that so, ma?"

I smiled at him, noticing that he was already looking at me before he turned his attention back to the road. I hadn't even realized we'd pulled up to my driveway when he parked and opened the door for me, then returned to his spot after closing it and watching me get to my door-step. "I'll see you around, Lo'ak." I yelled out to him.

Watching Lo'ak reverse out, he blinked his headlights at me three times. A way of saying "goodbye", it was cute. I unlocked my door and took off my shoes as Ghost came running towards me.

"Hey, buddy! Mama's back!" I picked him up and walked to the kitchen, pouring some cat food for him to eat while I searched online for furniture. Reflecting on today's events, I realized Lo'ak wasn't so bad compared to our previous encounters - not that they were awful, but he often found himself in trouble and scolded by Neteyam.

My cheeks flushed as I recalled Lo'ak's lighthearted flirting – his subtle hand placements and the way he held the door open for me. He was quite the gentleman, to my surprise. Ghost, my cat, sat in front of me, blocking my phone view while placing his paw on my cheek and rubbing his cheek against my own. Typically, this meant he was ready for bed, so I scooped him up and headed to the room. After taking a quick shower, I lay down with Ghost curled up in my arms.

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[moody-alcoholic]

Unwavering Promises Chapter 4

I started my Tumblr account almost midway through writing this fic so I'm posting them now.

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Summary: Ghost x OC(medic) 4.9k words. Rosaly and Simon spend some time together on leave. CW: Mentions of trauma, mentions of torture, medical jargon, explanations of physical trauma, alcohol, mentions of sex (no smut).

Scotland 1 week later.

I spent the first week at home cleaning, it had been a month since anyone had been here and the place always accumulated a nice layer of dust for me to come home too. I hired some builders to come in and give me estimates for projects I wanted to start. I scrapped the plan for a safehouse I was thinking more team base for 141. Kind of a safehouse but also a home I hoped John would like that compromise. I tried to focus my mind on projects but ended up getting distracted thinking of when Simon would arrive. He said he would come within the week but I didn’t know when. Price was bugging me to help him with some training or something with Royal Marines. I told him I would let him know. I was in the basement working on the renovations when the alarm on the door went off. I looked up at the CCTV It was Simon. I took welders mask off and set it down. My heart was thumping in my chest I smiled and rushed up the stairs going straight to the front door. I’m giddy, I pause for a second trying to compose myself then open it seeing him stand there. His bag thrown over his shoulder he wasn’t wearing his full mask, just the ski mask I didn't care I was so happy he was here.

“Come in.” I say not being able to stop smiling. It was the first time I had seen him in anything casual. He had a jacket shirt and jeans on. I was wearing a old shirt covered in paint with some tracksuit bottoms.

“Nice belt.” He says pointing at my tool belt, I look down at the builders belt I was wearing.

“Oh yeah it was John’s.” I say poking the wrench. He puts his bag down in the hallway and closes the door behind him. I looked at him as he pulls his mask off. I could feel my heartbeat pick up. We looked at each other for a few seconds before jumping into each others arms. Our lips met as he picked me up. I wrapped my arms round his neck and my legs round his back. This was the first time we had been truly alone in almost a year. I let him carry me to a sofa in the main sitting room. The room was lit up in shades of red and orange as the sun was setting. We fell onto the sofa. I took his jacket off and he took my belt off as we continued to kiss each other. Every time he touched me in a new place it sent tingles through my whole body. It had been years since I had been with another man especially one I felt so close and safe with. Simon stopped kissing my mouth and worked his way down my neck. I was wearing a tank top and he kissed my collar bones, he kissed my chest and worked his way down on his knees. He lifted up my shirt slightly to see the bandage next to my belly button. He stopped for a second and touched it.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, looking at me his eyes glistening in the evening sunset burnt oranges and browns, his eyes were lighter without the paint. I shook my head. He came back up and kissed me I kissed him deep. He pulled away and stroked my face.

“I missed you.” He said.

“I missed you too,” I say.

He smiled and moved back down to my waist kissing my stomach. I enjoy every moment of him touching me slowly working his fingers round my body getting gradually more and more intimate. I run my fingers through his hair as he moves slowly but firm. The house phone rings. He looks up at me for a second and I shake my head ignoring it. He continues to kiss my stomach as he holds my waist in his arms. The ringing stops but then immediately starts up again. He looks up again I roll my eyes and reach over for the phone.

“Mac.. Williams household.” I say, Simon smiles waiting a second.

“You are doing the training next week sergeant?” I hear Price say on the other end.

“Price?” I ask. I feel Simon giggle before he kisses my stomach again, I pull his hair with my free hand.

“Yes who else would it be.” He replies sounding annoyed. I have to stop myself from laughing.

“Yeah Monday next week. I know Price.” I say as fast as I can.

“Monday at 6?” He asks and says something else but I cant hear it takes so much effort to not make noise while Simon runs his hands all over my body back to kissing my neck.

“I’ll be there, Price I have to go.” Why cant he just send a text I think hanging up and throwing the phone on the sofa. I giggle as he pulls away, I smile at him and lean into him he kisses me deep I run my hands down his back.

“I love you.” I hear him whisper in my ear as he kisses my neck. He's so gentle and his lips are so soft he maneuvers his arms around my back and lays me flat on the sofa

“Are you okay?” he asks, I feel my cheeks flush.

“I’m fine.” I say he kisses me his lips sweet on mine, my heart rate racing, I want to pull him down on me. I relax this feels amazing I touch his back running my hands up and down, feeling his muscles. I feel him move his body closer to mine. Our bodies touching as he lays on me. I bring his face to mine and kiss him. I never want this to end.

“I love you.” I say.

“I love you too.” He replies and kisses me again. I can feel myself blushing and getting nervous. I get up and lead him upstairs to my room. I lead him into bed, we lay next to each other, I soak in every inch of him stroking his thick blond hair. I lean in to kiss him again and he wraps his arms around me squeezing me. He moves himself so he is on top of me we kiss feeling each other all over. I grip his back our bodies touching, this was it, this was the moment I knew this was right. I reached over and put the picture of me and Johnny on my beside table so it was facing down. He smiles I whisper I love you into his ear. He was strong and sure, each movement sent waves of pleasure through my body. I could tell he was feeling the same his breathing becoming faster. He whispered sweet things in my ear and I just gave myself to him. We kept going for what felt like hours, we made love again and again until we were both exhausted. I laid in his arms my head nestled in his shoulder, him stroking my back his arms around me. I listen to his heartbeat, stroked his stomach, my wound throbbing from all the vigorous activity. I knew I would need to check it and change the bandage soon. But I didn't want to leave.

“Do you get nightmares?” I ask him.

“Sometimes,” He says. I smile, its nice knowing I’m not alone.

“Me too.” I say. “I talk to John that helps.”

“Johnny?” he asks.

“Yeah, do you believe in heaven?” I ask, he pauses for a moment.

“I don’t know.” He says.

“I hope its real, or that there is something at least, I like to think he's up there waiting for us or something.” I start to get upset thinking about him. I turn so I’m facing him and looking in his eyes, the room is dark but the moon is shining in. I see his eyes glistening. The light catches his dogtags, I pick Johnny’s up.

“You where his favourite.” I said looking at the tag. “He would always come back with stories from Simon, and jokes the God awful jokes.” I giggle. “He told me one day before his last mission. ‘I cant wait for you to meet everyone, Simon, Price, Gaz.’” Simon just lays there watching me letting me talk stroking my hair.

“Two goldfish are in a tank.” I say smiling.

“One says to the other who’s driving this thing?” He finishes chuckling. We smile and he sits up taking off his dog tags I move to let him.

“Here.” He says handing me one of Johnny’s dogtags. “Now he's with us both.” I smile tears filling in my eyes. I kiss him, a deep loving kiss. He wrap's his arms around me, pulling me onto him. I feel his chest against mine our heartbeats quickening.

“He did talk about you.” Simon says stroking my hair. I look confused. “We just didn't know it was you. He would talk about this girl he would see on leave all the time. Said she was amazing, kind, always there for him when he needed it.” I feel tears run down my face Simon wipes them.

“Of course we thought you were his girlfriend not his sister.”

“Where did you spread his ashes.” I asked. He stopped stroking my hair and moved me so we were laying side by side. He took a breath in.

“On the coast. Over the ocean, I was there with Price and Gaz.” I closed my eyes imagining it.

“I want my ashes scattered at sea, I have always loved the ocean.” Simon smiled rubbing a tear from my cheek with his thumb.

“You really do remind me of him.” He said. I smile and kiss him.

“What do you think he would think of us?” I ask.

“I think he wouldn't care as long as we’re happy.” He replies that sounds like Johnny. I let Simon pull me close to him his chin resting on my head, I hear his breathing I try to match it with mine. I feel him relax his arm dropping from my grip, as he begins to lightly snore.

I slip out not wanting to wake him. I tiptoe over to the en-suite bathroom wincing with each step. I turn on the light closing the door. I check the back first, its fine. The front is slowly bleeding through the bandage. I peal it off inspecting the fresh stream of blood. I pull stitches out. Shit. I think. I cover the wound, my bags are all downstairs. I slowly creep out careful not to make a sound and leave the door ajar. I speed up once I reach the top of the stairs. I hop down and grab a bag hoping its the right one. I plant myself on the sofa and turn on the light. Its the right bag I take out a pre-drawn local anesthetic. I rolled up my shirt and rip the bandage off. I took a deep breath preparing myself for the sting.

“Are you okay?” Simon said making me jump. I almost dropped the syringe.

“God you’re so quiet.” I say. He moves over so he can see, as soon as he sees the blood he rushes over and kneels front of me.

“Jesus, why didn’t you say something.” I smile at him.

“I was having too much fun,” He takes out some bandages and starts patting the wound. I brace myself and inject around the wound, I wince at the stinging pain tensing and gripping the sofa. He looks at me, his eyes are full of concern.

“You need to be careful.” He says I smile touching his cheek. I can see he’s worried. I put on some gloves.

“You know I was told once that medics are the real adrenaline junkies.” I begin stitching the wound. “I thought ‘every soldier is an adrenaline junkie.’ Until I was covered in blood after a mans legs had been blown off and there is active fire all around, when the ships med bay is full and you’re running multiple codes, the feeling of pumping on someone's chest knowing you’re the only thing keeping blood moving round their body. There is no rush like it.” I look at Simon and smile. I tie off my stitching, reaching for a bandage.

“Let me.” He says grabbing it. I don’t protest he clearly wants to help.

“The scariest part is when you’re stuck deep in enemy territory with no medic, and not knowing when you would get aid.” Simon says smoothing the bandage down.

“I know we were all secretly happy you were a medic and a good one at that. Makes up for you being navy.” I see a playful smile on his lips. I rub the bandage.

“Nice job.” I say, he smiles at me and lifts me up in his arms before I can protest. I sigh but give up letting him carry me back up to bed. I knew I needed to appreciate this time, so I let him do what he wants. He lays me down in bed then crawls in next to me. I lay on my back he cups my face stroking my cheek till I fall asleep.

I wake to the morning sun peaking through the curtains, I can hear birds tweeting outside. I put the picture of me and Johnny back up. We took this when we bumped into each other on tour, I was wearing scrubs he was in his casuals. My hair was longer back then, he didn’t have his mohawk. I smiled, I remembered that day, we said we would meet again for dinner but we never did, he was always so busy. I felt Simon move behind me. I picked up my phone to look at the time. 9am 4 missed calls from Price. I sighed, why does he hate texting so much. Simon moved over and wrapped his arms around me.

“Morning,” He said, his voice gruff from sleeping.

“Morning,” I said turning and giving him a kiss.

“How do you feel?” I smile. I felt amazing I wish this was it for life, no more mission no more revenge no more chasing people around the world just me and Simon and this house. I knew that wasn’t the life I really wanted though and him to, I would be bored out my mind after a month itching to get back on the front lines.

“I’m fine.” I say stroking his chin. He picks up on my restlessness and pulls me closer. We lay there enjoying the sunlight coming through the window. Eventually we get up, I cook some eggs and we plan the day. The weather is unusually warm for a June in Scotland, we spend the day walking round the land border then I show him the loch we can fish at. “I like fishing,” I told him. We were alone and could just be together, hold hands and not worry about getting in trouble. When we get back to the house I lead him to the basement.

“I have something to show you.” I say as he waits patiently for me to finish rummaging through the book case. One of the books is false but I can never remember which one. I find it and take out the key going over to the only door in the basement. I open it, inside it is small, only big enough for one person to fit but it is packed with some of John’s favourite weapons and collectables. Simon looks shocked but goes in to inspect them. I see his eyes light up when he sees the sniper in the corner of the room. I lean against the door watching and listening to him gush over everything.

“Have you ever shot a sniper?” He asks picking it up. I shake my head.

“Do you want to?” I smile, nodding.

I let Simon enthusiastically set everything up, I find a suppressor and attach it to the weapon while he sets up targets with bottles at the end of the field. There is no one around for miles but people can still hike trails close to the house, the last thing we want is for people to report us to the police. The field at the back of the house is long but we’re near the coast so by the time Simon is finished the wind has picked up. We’re about 600m up hill from the targets. Simon shows me how to get in position lying on the floor then he lays next to me with binoculars.

“Which target are you looking at?” He asks.

“A bottle the one with the label on.” I reply

“I see it. Don’t press your eye close to the scope the kickback will give you a black eye.” I move my head back. He looks at me.

“Don’t worry about the wind, I just want you to get a feel of shooting. Make sure the reticule is on the bottle.” I focus on the site.

“It is.”

“Okay take a breath in and hold it, when you breathe out shoot.” I followed his instructions the trigger felt heavy but I shot. I missed. I could hear Simon giggling. I looked at him, he was smiling.

“I’m sorry I just wanted you to get a feel for it.” I smile.

“Try again this time hold the trigger down, rest your chin more on the stock. Let your body take the recoil not your arm.” Its a heavy gun, way heavier then I am used to. I was being as gentle as I could. I took a breath in looking through the scope, I breathed out long and slow and pulled the trigger. The glass shattered. I gasped.

“Nice shot!” He said hitting my shoulder. I was happy, I could see it in his eyes too he was proud.

“Try the next one,” he said. “The one to the right, same as before.” I try but I miss.

“You’re tensing up too much.” He said after I tried again. I relaxed my shoulder and tried again, the bottle shattered.

“See,” He said. I smiled offering him a turn, I could tell he wanted a go. We switched places. He shoots of 3 rounds perfectly. I leave the binoculars just watching him. He always seemed so sure when he had a weapon in his hands, watching him shoot without the mask though was weird. He looked over at me his eyes soft as a smile forms on his lips. I lean over and kiss him.

“Nice shots.” I say. He sighs.

“Johnny was the best marksman I have ever seen.” I watch him reload the mag.

“You two were close?” I ask, he pauses for a moment getting back into position.

“Johnny always saw the best in people.” He said. I nodded.

“Yeah he was good at that, and being there when you needed it.” I sighed.

“He saved Price’s life, he gave his life for Price.” I looked at Simon, he took a shot.

“Do you blame yourself?” I ask.

“Price called for reinforcements, if we had been quicker we could have saved him.” I looked at him.

“It’s not your fault.” I say touching his arm. He looks at me, I can see his eyes welling with tears.

“Simon, you didn’t kill him he gave his life for his family, he would have done it for you or me or anyone that’s just the kind of guy he was.” He smiles and turns back to look down the scope.

“I told him to be better then me… He should be here.” I look down the binoculars and watch him hit every shot perfectly.

“Everything happens for a reason.” I say looking at him, our eyes meet. He lets me have a go next teaching me better techniques, I can tell I could never be an expert marksman like him biased on his laughing, and me missing every other shot. After a while my shoulder begins to hurt from the recoil and we pack up and go inside. I cook some food while Simon gushes over Johns collection more. I tell him he should keep the sniper but he insists on returning it. We eat together and share a bottle of wine. This time is precious I know it is, I love just listening to him talk we talk about other missions reminisce about Johnny, its healing, it makes me feel less alone. He leads me back upstairs and we shower together washing off the dirt and gunpowder. I know eventually this will have to end, when we have to leave. Today has been emotional and with both our bodies are feeling it, we climb into bed together making passionate love, its like our bodies are one person, Simon is gentle but firm compared to my more rough and needy nature. It just feels right, I let him guide me, move me in ways I would have never imagined.

We lay in bed together exhausted, I lay in his arms as he plays with my hair.

“What happened when you were kidnapped?” I could hear his heartbeat pick up. I paused for a moment.

“What do you think happened?” I asked not moving.

“I don’t know,” He said and paused. “They shot you.” I took in a deep breath, I didn’t know if I was ready to talk or if he was ready to hear it.

“You know what tactics we’re trained in.” I said “I thought I was gone for days, not just 48 hours.” The hand he had playing with my hair starts to rub my back. I let out another sigh.

“I’m so sorry we didn’t come sooner.” He replies pressing on my back.

“I didn’t expect you to come at all, I remember what Price said..” He doesn't let me finish moving my head to look him in the eyes.

“Don’t listen to that you fight okay. If you get captured you fight like hell. Because I’m fighting like hell to get you back. We all are we never leave a man behind.” I kiss him moving in as close to him as possible. I love his hair so thick, his face is so calm. I love him so much. I stroke his face and kiss his lips.

“I’m worried I’m going to lose you.” I say, he touches my chin.

“I’m right here.” I let my hand run down his face and onto his chest still hot from the shower. We lie in each others arms, I listen to his heartbeat till I fall asleep.

I was woken by my phone vibration, It was 2am the silent alarm, back door.

“Simon,” I said nudging him and getting out of bed. He groaned and looked up. I was in my bedside drawer now taking out a gun.

“What?” he asked sleepy then saw the gun he sprang up.

“Backdoor.” I said quietly. I loaded the pistol as he put a shirt and his mask on. I handed it to him and we walked over to the door, I took out the knife from between the sheets.

“Expecting visitors?” He asked. I shook my head. He opened the door there were lights on downstairs. I could hear voices.

“Let me,” I said putting my hand out to stop him. He shook his head looking confused. And walked out the door. We snuck down the stairs it was the light in the kitchen. We walked in together pointing Simon pointing his gun at the site of the noise. It was Price.

“For fucks sake Price you could just ring the bell like a normal person.” He turns round cup in hand.

“I tried calling.” He looks at Simon and raises his eyebrow.

“I’m sorry am I missing something I’m supposed to be meeting you in Lympstone tomorrow.” I said putting the knife down on the table.

“Thought I would stop by on my way down.” He said pouring water into his cup. I looked at the box of PG tips.

“From where?” I say through gritted teeth eyeing the box of tea. I hear Simon chuckle. He moves the box so it is hidden behind his bag. He opens the fridge I squeeze the bridge if my nose and close my eyes sighing in frustration. Simon sits down at the table.

“You’re out of milk.” Price says.

“Yes Price because we’re supposed to be catching a train to Lympstone in 3 hours.”

“No need, I bought us transport.” He says staring his tea. I look at him feeling frustration build.

“Price?” I say through gritted teeth. I go to the kitchen door and look out on the field at the bottom was a helicopter.

“You landed a fucking helicopter in my field! Price!” I hear him and Simon laughing. I hang my head and turn around.

“I’m going back to bed, I will see you both in the morning.” I say turning to leave the room.

“Where is your sugar Williams!?” Price shouted after me.

“You’re an SAS soldier figure it out!” I go up and close the door to the room hard so I know they can hear it. I smile. Secretly I’m glad he is hear and we don’t have to spend 7 hours on a train. I get back into bed and try to force myself to sleep. I feel Simon come back in before I knew it. He gently shook me awake. I reached up and kissed him. I was still exhausted. I packed up and closed the house up knowing I would not see it for another few months. I clambered in to the helicopter Price said we would have to make a pit stop at a military base in Edinburgh to refuel then head down. I slept most of the way the vibrations from the chopper lulling me to sleep. When we arrived I threw my headset on the seat and helped Ghost take out all the bags while Price met with some people at the bottom of the landing platform. We duck under the chopper blades and meet up with Price.

“Lieutenant Riley, Sergeant Williams this is Captain Smith and Major Bryan. Major Bryan requested us personally.” Price finished. Me and Ghost saluted getting a nod from the 2 people. I smile following them into the base. I see a line of nervous boys lining up against the wall in suits being shouted at by a training officer.

“New babies?” I ask.

“Yep.” Price replies, they look at us three as we walk up to the training offices. He leads us to an office where we put down our bags and walk in.

“I knew MacTavish.” Bryan said. “He was a good soldier, he spoke about you alot.”

“He was.” I replied, nodding.

“I never thought I would see the day we would be asking SAS and Navy sergeants to lead our training exercises.” Smith said.

“We know 141 is the best.” Bryan said walking across the room getting passes for me and Ghost. “I’m sorry we don’t have a separate woman's section but Price said you would be happy to share a room with them.” It came off as a question. I nodded and took the pass.

“We have a full 2 days worth of activities set up..” He handed us a piece of paper.

“At 0600 tomorrow Captain Price and Lieutenant Riley will be running shooting drills with our 16 plus weeks. Then at 1300 Sargent Williams will be running them through medical training. Then rinse and repeat all the way to the new recruits who came in today, you’ll see them in 4 days.” He looked at us to see if we understood I nodded.

“You’re welcome to observe in our training and please feel free to tell us if there are any stand outs or people who you think are not living up to the standard set by the royal marine recruits.” I wanted to laugh but I held it in. “Captain Smith will show you to where you will be staying.” We followed him out into the staff section to empty dorm with 6 beds. Prices bags were already on a bed which had already been made.

“Just like basic.” I said as the lights flicked on. I picked a bed and threw my bag on it I would make it later. I looked round the room, it was just a basic dorm. I knew Gaz would be joining us tomorrow, I missed him. We had kept in close contact over the past week, me sending him pictures of the house renovations him sending me pictures of him in London with his family.

“Want to grab dinner before the mess closes?” Price asked. Simon nodded, I smiled.

“I’ll meet you there.” I said texting Gaz we had made it. Price nodded and they both left the room. In all honesty it felt weird being here. A place I would only dream of now I’m here teaching. I laughed at the thought and pulled out my dogtags stroking John’s if only he was here, if only he could see us now.

Psst hey thanks for reading here are some NSFW versions of the sex scenes in this chapter... MIDI1 MIDI2

[jedi-bird]

A vent post about house repairs because I need to get it out before I start screaming at the walls.

Before we got married, my partner's family decided to renovate their house. Partly because it had never been finished when they moved in (concrete slab instead of floors, broken and missing tiles, one bathroom unusable, shitty electrical, no central air or heat) and partly because a pipe broke and why just fix one thing. In the planning stages, they asked if I had any opinions. I told them a few things to watch out for that they were considering. Don't use sensor lights the house. Don't use tiles with lots of little parts in bathrooms. Don't get glass sinks for the bathroom that's going to need a lift bar. And only hire licensed people.

I was told, after helping them look for months at options, that my opinions didn't matter because I was never going to live there. My partner and I were engaged at this point. So I shut up and said nothing.

Surprise, surprise. Guess where we now live? And guess what problems there are?

First off, mother in law could not be convinced to not hire none licensed crews. The plumbing that they replaced? That they were supposed to level off for the downstairs bathroom since the pipe was for some reason angled up? Most of it was replaced except the bathroom, which still doesn't work right. The electrical? We're currently dealing with no working lights in the master bath, no working plug in the upstairs bathroom, two of four sockets shorted out in the office and at least one in our bedroom, the socket never worked in the laundry room, and no additional plugs added to the garage like they paid for.

The upstairs floors were not leveled so things tilt (I get very bad vertigo in two specific places while walking). Floorboards were not the ones ordered and are already wearing out pretty significantly. Tiles not level in the shower. Doors and doorjams not fully painted. Several plugs painted over completely. Cracks in the walls and ceiling. Broken glass cabinet. Mismeasured counter tops so a very expensive sink couldn't be used after already being purchased. Air conditioner broken because they moved it and then hit it. Trash left all over the yard and buried under the dirt from the replaced pipe (which they didn't cover so water leaks into the house every time it rains). A jet tub that mother in law wanted and was never properly installed so the jets never worked. Dimmer switches that immediately broke (properly part of the short). Windows that can't be opened in two rooms because they were installed wrong.

They eventually got so fed up with nothing getting done that they fired the construction people, who then threatened to sue despite getting paid in full at the start of the project (another thing I said not to do). It took another very large payment to get them to leave. So now, not only do we have all of that that's wrong and still never been fixed, we also have two large gaps in the walls that apparently only I noticed and care about (because bugs keep getting in) and now a broken downstairs toilet leaking everywhere because it too was installed wrong.

I'm pissed. I'm so very very pissed. I'm the one who has to clean this place and half of the choices make it harder than it should be. The bathrooms all have fucking sensor lights that can never tell when I'm waving at them so they turn off and stay off. That first broken cabinet in still in the upstairs of the house, shoved into a box that no one will let me get rid of. We currently have a water damaged wall full of mold and a broken roof that desperately need to be fixed (hopefully before this winter).

I'm so very fucking tired and have resorted to repairing small things myself because I know how to do some of it. Which makes the others mad but we can't just ignore it! Yes, the house is safe and livable. But why leave it with problems? Why can't we just get the big stuff done?

Rant over for now. But yeah, I'm very frustrated and still am not allowed to have an opinion despite living here and taking care of things.

[vallee-ace]

Tickletober Day 2: Accidental

Fandom: Lost in Space (2018)

Lee!Will, Ler!Penny and Robot(?)

Summary: While preparing for the first Halloween party at Alpha Centaury, Penny is reminded of Will's biggest weakness.

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Will was holding onto a small ledge in the wall, hanging by one hand, the other holding a homemade, sparkly, orange and purple streamer, refusing Robot's help while Penny smiled evilly from below. How did he get into this situation?

It all started with Penny banging on his ship's door.

"Will get up! We have no time for sleeping if we want to get this done!"

Will groaned as he sat up, Robot standing above him as usual.

"Are you regretting our decision to help her, too?" He asked his friend.

Robot tilted his head. "Help Penny Robinson. Promise." He stated, pointing at Will.

"Yeah, I know." Will smiled as he grabbed clothing to get ready.

Will and Robot had returned to Alpha Centaury for Penny's birthday. They brought a cool glowing rock that they discovered on a distant planet (it was safe in every way other than it being a rock). The small party of just family members had gone great. As they were laying around, Penny had jumped up saying that she wanted to throw a Halloween. She made everyone promise to help, even though no one was against the idea.

"C'mon Will! Robot got out here faster than you, slow poke!" Penny's shouting snapped Will out of his reminiscing with only one boot on. He did notice that robot was not present in the ship anymore.

"I'm here." He yawned as the door opened, letting the light of the early morning suns to wash over him, along with the impatient glare from Penny, who was tapping her foot in disappointment.

"Dude!" She grabbed his hand and started dragging him away from his house. "You wasted ten whole minutes lollygagging! We only have so long before people notice!" She shoved a box of colorful stuff in his arms. "Take these and follow me!" She then picked up her own box and briskly walked down the road.

Will rolled his eyes and followed along. "She probably took way longer to get out of her bed." He muttered, glancing to Robot.

Robot gave him the equivalent of a "shush" face as he dragged a cart full of barrels, pumpkins, and paint. He then did the equivalent of a friendly shoulder bump, which, of course, sent will stumbling away from the force. Let her be.

"Ok, ok. I'll stop complaining about the really early morning on my week off." Will chuckled, bumping him back. "Now lets catch up!"

The decorations and preparations had gone good thus far, with tables properly decorated, barrels for apple bobbing set up (why did penny need those??), the carving corner had the paper mat and trashcan along with the carving tools.

When Will had asked as they hung bats and ghosts on the ceiling with a tall ladder, why the others weren't here. Apparently, John had helped make the decorations the other night, Grant had helped her get permission to use the large meeting room and had haggled with the pumpkin farmers for cheeper prices. Maureen was currently distracting anyone awake at this ungodly hour while Judy made the baked treats. Don was making the candy with some chocolate (where did it come from? best not to ask). Debbie was doing chicken stuff.

Currently, Will was putting up the last of the decorations.

"Just don't look down!" Penny called from below. Will rolled his eyes as he balanced precariously on a ledge.

He taped the long streamer to the ceiling and shimmied a few feet further to tape it again. This was a quicker process than climbing down the ladder, moving it, then climbing up again for each taping of the streamer. Was it safe? No. Did the adventuress teens care? No. However, Robot did, which was why he was repeating "No, Will Robinson. Down." as he followed with his arms up to catch him if he fell. Penny was just following along, calling out "useful" advice.

"How would I look down?" Will called down, "my chin is plastered to the wall."

"I dunno, just don't!"

"No, Will Robinson. Down."

"I know bud," Will replied, "I just need to tape the end to this corner, than I will come down."

"I shall retrieve the ladder!" Penny anounced, walking to the corner Will was heading to and picking up the ladder. Or attempted to. She somehow knocked it over instead.

The loud CLANG startled Will, causing him to slip and fall.

Cold, Metal hands caught him around the waist, squeezing tight.

Will threw his hands over his mouth, hoping to hide his reaction, but was too late.

The high pitched yelp that echoed around the room caused Penny's rushing apologies to stop.

Will felt his face heat up as he looked down at Robot, who had loosened his hold. His head was tilted in question. Did I hurt you?

"Don't worry, big guy." Penny sauntered over, a grin taking over her face. "He's ok. Just a little ticklish, right Will?"

Will felt his blush move to his ears as he nodded. He could take the embarrassment if it let his friend know he didn't cause any harm.

There was a pause filled by Penny's snickering at his misfortune, until...

"Tih KL Sh?" Robot looked to Penny, confused.

"You don't know what 'ticklish' is?" She asked. When Robot shook his head, she attempted to explain the odd quirk the human nerves contain.

Will took this time to wriggle out of his friends grip, which had loosened after his intense reaction earlier. He managed to squirm out and onto Robot's still outstretched arms, using them like a stool to hop and grab at the ledge. He knew that at any moment, Penny was going to-

"You know what?" Penny's voice was taking a teasy tone. "It would be easier to show you. Right Will?" Her and Robot turned their heads to face him just as he lept off Robot and managed to grasp the ledge firmly with one hand. The other accidentally grabbed the still hanging streamer instead.

"No Will Robinson!" Robot tried to grab his foot, but he swung it out of reach.

"No Robot!" He copied as he did a sad half pull-up. "I am staying up here! Away from the demon you have awakened!"

"Oh, C'mon Will!" Penny called up, grinning impishly, "You're the one who keeps saying we should teach him human things!"

"Down. Will Robinson!"

"Well, not this!" Another failed attempt to get up.

"It's not like you'll mind! You always used to ask me to ti-"

"Shuhush!" Will accidentally let a few flustered giggles escape. This whole situation was honestly just silly.

"Help Will Robinson. Penny Robinson!" Penny looked to Robot, who was holding his arms out.

"Oh!" Her grin widened. "Let's do this!"

Will was attempting his newest pull-up when he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. His flustered giggles turned into anticipatory ones when he saw Robot lifting Penny up like Simba, right towards him.

"Noho!" He started thrying to get purchase with his feet, but it was all for not. "Nohoho, Peehehehnnyhuhheee! DohohoHOHNHHPFFT-AAHAHA!"

He couldn't hold back the high-pitched cackles when Penny wrapped her arms around his waist and dug into his ribs.

The rough tickling without any build-up immediately made his arms shoot down and claw at the offending arms.

Robot was happy to be able to gently put the siblings down as his friend laughed and laughed in his sister's arms. Humans are silly. He watched as Will slid out of the girls grip and flopped onto the floor, his face bright red and giggling hysterically.

"Puhuhu-Pehehennyhyhee wahahaihihiHIHIHETAAHahAHAhahaA!!!"His cackling returned when Penny pounced onto him and clawed at his stomach.

"No waiting! We must educate you bulky friend how 'tickle' works!" Penny anounced. "Plus, it has been way too long since I did this!" Her hands shot up to his armpits, causing a loud shriek to escape his lungs."

Robot watched, fascinated, as his friend threw his head back, smiling wider than he had ever seen. Will's face and neck were bright red and his eyes were squeezed shut. He was kicking and bucking beneath his sister, but, Robot smiled (or did the sparkle-face equivalent), when he noticed that Will was definitely not fighting back with all his strength. It seemed Penny wasn't the only one missing their odd bonding thing.

"Now," Penny looked up at Robot, "If you wanted to so this, you would have to be veeeeryy gentle." Robot nodded. "Don't want to risk hurting someone with your tough and pointy hands." She smiled back down at her brother, who's laughter had now gone silent. "But looks like you won't het to tickle Will today." She stopped and scooted of the giggly armadillo that was her brother.

"Yohohohuhuhu suhuck!" He anounced once his giggle high left.

"Yeah, yeah," Penny stood up. "But you love me anyway." She held out her hand to help him get to his feet.

"Healthy Will Robinson?" Robot made sure.

"Yup." Will gave him two wobbly thumb ups.

"Great!" Penny clapped once. "Now let's finish getting this party ready!"

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authors note: it is here!! tumblr deleted half of this, so i had to re-type it. i hope it is still ok and that i have given other lost in space fans in the tk community good soup :)

[lostinfantasyworlds]

For the writers truth and dare game 😁

🪲,🍄,🪐

Hi Liz!!! Thank you so much for the asks!!! ❤️ 😁 🥰

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

I'm so bad at coming up with stuff on the spot so I'm going to cheat a little and use something I jotted down last night (which is probably more than 50 words 😆). This is for my main WIP, which I have talked about before but am not going to name so I can be all secretive and mysterious🤣: ------- "Do you have any informants in Hawaii?" Inuyasha asked.

Miroku seemed taken aback, but recovered quickly. "Actually, yes. One of my oldest confidants, Hachi, spends most of his time island-hopping. Why?"

"Could you -- Is there any chance he could -- Or you could ask --"

"Aw, are you trying to ask me for a favor?" His stupid blue eyes lit up like a child, and Inuyasha's hands balled into fists. "This must be important. You can do it, use your words."

Fuming, Inuyasha's cheeks burned, which he covered up by punching his annoying partner in the arm. He so badly wanted to tell him to forget it, since Miroku was pretty much insufferable when gloating. But since this was likely his only shot to help Kagome while they were gone, he took a deep breath and swallowed his pride.

"Do you think you could ask him to keep an eye on someone for me?"

"Stalking, huh? I didn't take you as the type."

"Fucking what -- no! I just...need to know she's safe. Alive. Nothing more than that."

"Oooh...she? This keeps getting better!"

Inuyasha's eye twitched, calling on every last bit of restraint he possessed not to knock the shit-eating grin off of Miroku's stupid face.

"Can you do that for me or not?" he ground out.

Miroku seemed to realize just how close he was to getting his ass beat, because his expression turned serious. "You just want a visual confirmation of safety?" Inuyasha nodded. "How often?"

"Whenever he can manage it...once a week, every few days, whatever."

"I believe that can be arranged. I'll ask him...on one condition."

"For fuck's sake, what?"

"That you tell me what the deal is with you and this woman."

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "Why are you like this?"

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

I feel like Inuyasha and Kagome would probably move pretty fast in their relationship once she returned through the well. I imagine them being engaged and making out all over the place within the first few weeks. After all that time apart thinking they'd never see each other again, and since Kagome's decision to return is the ultimate show of commitment anyways, I think they'd want to make up for lost time and just go for it. That being said, I don't imagine them having sex the same day she comes through the well or anything like that. But I also don't think it'd take them a really long time to cross all of those milestones off their list. Somewhere in the middle, like a few weeks to maybe a couple months. I love reading fics that explore all of the different possibilities though, and can get behind almost any explanation/head canon.

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

Work is slower than it's ever been at the moment, to the point where I have had days and days of absolutely nothing to do while working at home and still getting paid (I'm salaried). My bosses have shockingly not tried to give me any busy work (there really isn't much else to do since our work is entirely project-based), so I've had a lot of time to catch up on my life and do fun things lately. It is the ultimate luxury and very rare, so I'm soaking it up while I can because once things get busy again my entire life will go back to revolving around my stupid job.

My mental health has finally reached a stable place, and I've been feeling pretty good overall. After years of depression and anxiety, it's a huge relief to feel back on solid ground again.

Our house is coming together slowly but surely. We are just about to paint the room we're currently renovating, and then just have to do flooring and we'll have another space finished and ready to use!

I have a lot to be grateful for right now, things are good 🥰

Thank you again for the asks!

From the Writer's Truth & Dare Ask Game

[dollsonmain]

Stinky house.

It’s going to be Warm today. I might see about getting a layer of MSC on this Nono and trying to start her faceup, though that wouldn’t be finished for SOME time because it’s going to be cold again tomorrow.

I don’t have a plan for her face, either, and have to see if I’m able to make all the trips up and down the stairs, first.

I also don’t have eyes and a wig that I like for her, yet. This wig is poly and it looks as shitty as it feels.

-

My plan for today is to bring up the ozone generator and get it as close to the microwave as I can and run it a few hours. Maybe while I’m downstairs painting on ponies.

Not only is heavy ozone not good to breathe and I live in an open floor plan house so I can’t exactly close off the kitchen, but the generator is LOUD. snapsnapsnapsnap while it generates little zaps on the ceramic plates.

It probably won’t help anyway, since the source of the bad smell (the microwave that I burned) is still in the kitchen.

-

A gripe:

So, doing the DVD was a thing that was just for me. I didn’t want That Guy to know about it. I don’t want to talk about it with him, I don’t want him to ask questions about it, I don’t want him expecting results from it, I don’t want him badgering me if I give up or have to stop.

I have nothing that doesn’t revolve around him. My free time is all about cleaning and fixing his house enough he won’t take out his frustration on our son, or sitting and watching him play video games endlessly so he doesn’t take out his loneliness on our son, or having sex with him when I would rather not touch him ever again so he doesn’t take that frustration out on our son, and he demands to know everything I do when he’s not around at all times.

He says I should make friends in the neighborhood and spend time with them when he has no friends in the neighborhood. We live in a very conservative neighborhood and I am not conservative. His friends are all from work. I don’t have a job nor do I have access to a job outside of my home. Or anything outside my home. I don’t get to leave the house without him and if I do decide to take the car when he’s home, he pouts about being left alone and accuses me of going on dates.

There is no aspect of my current life that doesn’t revolve around or is not controlled by That Guy.

I had my DVD time which is a paltry stand-in for agency and also Doing Something for Myself, and him not knowing about it was the closest thing I had to privacy.

That’s gone, now, and I’m miserable about it.

He has a cushion on the living room floor that he angles in such a way that it takes up the entire floor and I had to move it a few inches to have enough room to do my DVD.

Yesterday he asked why his cushion keeps moving and wouldn’t stop badgering until I told him EXACTLY why. Saying I move it because it’s in the way wasn’t enough. In the way of WHAT. He does this all of the time. You cannot do anything without him badgering to know exactly what and exactly why and will not stop badgering until he is told.

Even such a small thing and I didn’t get to keep it for myself.

The literal only thing I have left is the fact that I have a credit card. He doesn’t know that. That’s it.

Neglected housewife misery is fr.

[imafrickinglion]

idk this post is a rats nest

We close on my old house tomorrow. The one mom bought on husband 2, not even husband 3 (and current real legit father, thanks for adopting me bucko).

I wasn't so young that I've forgotten everywhere we lived before then. I can clearly remember the home on mechanic street where we lost husband 1. He stole our cat and our money jar, our fish tank, and oddly the door frame that we measured me against and penciled in the ages. I don't remember that dad a lot. He forced mom for visitation and he took me to this other house a couple of times that I have flashbacks about because good things didn't happen there. Eventually she sued him and I never had to go there again.

But there are good times in that old place. Painting my bedroom pink, various renters we had in the 3rd bedroom, parties, our first Atari, our first Hurricane. Pumpkin carving one year. The old washing machine with the squeezey thingie and washboard we used for a while.

After that we moved into a duplex in another city for a while. I have clear memories of good times there, too. We still helped people out in our church community by letting them live in our basement sometimes. I had a huge fish tank in my bedroom window and we had to use pastry rollers to get it into the bathroom to wash it. We had parties there, a tree house. One year a couple of kids sold us some of our favorite handmade Christmas ornaments on our back porch.

So it's not like this third house is the only family house we ever lived in. But it's the first house I lived in with my sisters. It's the house they mostly grew up in. It's the house we *all* grew into adulthood in. And it's a house that all three of us have moved back into here and there to take refuge from bad situations.

Seeing it so empty was difficult. But I could not take care of it. It was a broken down husk of a house by the time I got to it. A contracting situation never resolved. I spent from 2017 to 2023 freezing to death in my own kitchen and living room. We had no idea how *awful* the air was until we left it (lots of open walls, open ceilings, old house dust, construction dust, dirt that just magically came from nowhere and never cleaned).

I never could take care of the overgrown gardens, or trim the lilac bush my mother picked out and had specially planted, or take care of the red Japanese Maple she did the same with.

I'm sad, and I feel like I'm hitting the end of things I can focus on to distract myself from finally facing the truth of all this. It feels like standing on the edge of a cliff, with less and less things to stop you from falling.

But also I hope the investors make it beautiful again. I hope they clean it up and put new floors and open up the living space and make the bathroom shine again. I hope they put that gorgeous farm style kitchen in that'd make that small kitchen shine and that some small family or couple just starting out cook together in it and create great memories, like we did, baking pies and cooking for thanksgiving and new year's parties. I hope someone makes the gardens pretty again.

I hope whoever buys it takes such, such good care of it.

And that's kind of the best thing I can hope for. It makes it bittersweet. I couldn't take care of this family home but another small family might. I hope they do. I hope they fill that house with joy instead of misery and shame. I hope they build fires in the fireplace and snuggle up cozy in the winter. I hope they get a couple of pets, too. Maybe put in a new fence and get some dogs. We used to have this huge gorgeous black lab named Beauty, and when she had puppies, we also kept one named Ralph. We've had mice in that house, hamsters that escaped and got lost (but always found again). More than one or even three black cats.

I just... I hope the house gets loved again. I hope it gets used again. And that the next people can keep up with it and it never feels neglected again. Through mostly no fault of my mother or my own, it got neglected so much. You could feel it giving up, just like I did. I want the spirit of the house to be proud again.

So yeah, just... thoughts.

[mienvs3000w23]

My Plant Journey

Wow, no topic? I’ve been sitting at my computer trying to think of what to write about. I don’t want to talk about future environmental jobs, it stresses me out. I don’t want to talk about school or post-grad learning, it stresses me out. What types of nature interpretation that I’m currently involved don’t stress me out? Why is it that as I’ve gotten older, my interaction with nature has shrunk into my computer screen, valued by grades and money? I sit here trying to think of one way I interact with the environment every day that isn’t for academic or professional goals, but for my personal ones. A-ha, my plants!

I don’t know about you guys, but growing up I have never had a green thumb. My mom always joked that our family has red thumbs because every plant that entered our house would die. During COVID when I really lived in Guelph for the first time off residence, I decided to get my first actual plant. My roommate has half the amazon rainforest in her room and reassured me she’d help me get started. 

My roommates room above.

So we went over to Walmart and got a plant that she was an avid fan of: the pilea. 

The pilea, also known as the Chinese Money Plant, is super cool. My favourite thing about it is that it has unique circular leaves that you normally wouldn’t imagine for plants to have. They’re made this way to absorb the maximal amount of sunlight that they can because they usually only grow in indirect sunlight. I have fond memories of my roommate bottom-watering her pilea in our grimey Chancellors kitchen with all of us huddled around the plant to listen to it absorb the water. So when I got this plant, I figured it would be no different. Not sure what happened, but this is my pilea two years later:

You think that’s bad? Below is the second plant I ever got:

Obviously I gave it to my roommate.

But you know what? I never gave up! After several more premature and unfortunate plant deaths, I finally kind of got a grip on the whole plant thing. We had left Chancellors and moved into a cozy little house. I was basically living alone for the summer and needed a new hobby. I worked as a receptionist at a car dealership and boy was it boring. I sat at that desk for hours at a time scrolling through facebook marketplace looking for some ideas. One hot summer afternoon, I saw that a woman was selling her pathos plant. I decided to stop by after work and pick it up.

This was the start of my addiction. Since then, I have collected roughly 15-25 more plants. It’s gotten so bad, I have plants on the floor of my bedroom because I don’t have space for them on any more shelves. Of course several of my plant predecessors have passed away, but hey, there’s still a few that are kickin’ it! I feel like although this hobby can be taxing at times due to the constant upkeep, it is really rewarding to have nature in my bedroom with me. It makes me really happy to nurture my plants. I have learned to understand their cues, giving them water, light, shade, or humidity as they need. I also enjoy decorating my plants by painting their pots or putting crystals into the soil.

 I really love seeing the afternoon sun hit their leaves, it makes me really happy. It has also helped me become interested in horticulture and ecology- I’ve both volunteered and worked as a horticulturist around the Kitchener-Guelph-Waterloo area over the past few summers!

I guess the moral of the story is that it’s important to maintain some level of personal conenction to nature outside of school and work. Don’t be scared to get some plants, it can be daunting but with trial and error, you’ll learn! 

What’s your guys’ favourite plants? I’d love to see some pictures and hear your story about them! Thanks so much!!

Mishell

[umichenginabroad]

Week 7: Finals and Final Week in Dublin

Hello, hello! Declan McGrath is back to tell you all what has happened in the final week of the Big 10 STEM Physics and Irish History Program at UCD Dublin. Oh man this is gonna be a tough one to write. As I begin to write this post I am currently sitting alone in my dorm listening to sad songs and reminiscing about everything that has happened in these last few weeks. Most of the people I have been hanging out with during this entire trip are on their flights home right now and the rest are packing. However! I still gotta finish telling you all about my Pisa and Paris trip. 

When I last left off on this blog I was completely exhausted and boarding a flight to go to France. The flight was fairly uneventful, we got up pretty early so we pretty much all slept on the plane to make up for it. When we finally landed in France we were struggling pretty much immediately. See, Italy was a lot more English-speaker friendly; most signs were in Italian and English and a lot of times we were greeted in English. France had no such luxuries. We wandered around the airport trying to find where we could get a taxi to the train station after failing to call an Uber. Eventually, we managed to find one who almost immediately took a detour back to, what we assume to be, his house to help his wife get out of their driveway. He left us in the taxi with the meter still running while he helped her. He honestly must have just picked us out as easy marks to make some extra money while helping his wife because we did end up paying for that entire thing.

We did make it to the train station in time to catch our train to Paris, despite this detour. The train ride was over an hour long. Did I use this time wisely to study for my two upcoming final exams? Nope! I read a book and looked at the views from the window :)

We hopped off our original train to catch a different train for our first stop of our Paris trip: Musée d’Orsay. This museum was absolutely full of the most beautiful art I have ever seen in my life. There were paintings with more detail than you could ever dream of someone fitting on a single canvas, giant statues that towered over us, and metalworks that shone brightly. We spent hours here, just wandering from room to room, admiring all of the gorgeous artworks.

One of the most famous things housed here were collections of Vincent van Gogh’s and Claude Monet’s paintings. These works were stunning. It was incredible to see these original works of art that have inspired and entranced so many people for over a century now.

After a while, the exhaustion from the past three days of travel wore me down and I took a seat in a room with some nice paintings to look at as I recuperated. There was one painting of these beautiful ice glaciers with the most amazing deep blues that I really liked. As I was admiring this painting I noticed from the corner of my eye that someone had started drawing me. I thought that being chosen to be the subject of someone’s artwork while being surrounded by literally some of the most amazing art to have been created was a once in a lifetime opportunity so I sat and posed stoically for a while, admiring the art around me while moving as little as possible. No words were exchanged between the two of us, just a silent agreement made. After a short time the artist came over and showed me the final product and I was astounded. I really love this drawing.

We talked for a little after that before we had to part ways and it was onto my group’s next destination. Unfortunately, we did have enough time in the day to visit and enjoy all the places we wanted to visit so a couple of our trips were just cursory viewings of the outside of spots. One such place was the Louvre. When we arrived at the museum it was just about to close for the night so we only took a couple pictures outside the famous glass pyramid before moving on.

The next spot we visited was the Arc de Triomphe. This massive arch was covered in beautiful carvings that awed us all. 

Our next stop was our hostel finally. We had been on our feet pretty much all day and were dead tired and we promptly collapsed into our beds.

The next morning we slept in for a good long while, which was absolutely necessary. This was the first morning we had really gotten a decent amount of sleep and we sorely needed it. When we finally did manage to peel ourselves away from our warm, comfy sheets we headed to a bakery called Le Pain Au Naturel. This bakery had a life-changing chocolate and almond croissant. I don’t think I can properly put into words how amazing this croissant was. I was nigh moved to tears by its flavors.

After that revolutionary experience we headed to the Paris Catacombs. We descended these spiral stairs that seemed to go on and on forever. Every time I thought we had reached the bottom there would be more stairs waiting for me like some kind of twisted human-sized hamster wheel. Eventually, we made it to the bottom and began to make our way through the claustrophobic tunnels. It was about this time that I began to be very thankful that we had another private hostel room and were able to leave our backpacks behind as the tunnels kept getting narrower and narrower and shorter and shorter. There were multiple times that I had to duck down to avoid hitting my head on some protruding rock. As we traveled down the tunnels, our footsteps echoing down the winding corridors, water dripped onto our heads and I began to realize how truly far underground we were. There was absolutely no signal down here and could be incredibly dark in some places.

After marching through the tunnels for about 20 minutes we finally reached the entrance to the Catacombs, marked by the passage “ARRETE! C’EST ICI L’EMPIRE DE LA MORT” (Halt! This is the empire of the dead). We stepped through the threshold and were instantly enclosed with death. Every single wall was hidden behind stacks of femurs, ribs, and dozens upon dozens of skulls. It is pretty hard to describe the feeling of being surrounded by so much demise so far underground but it was unique. It wasn’t scary per se. I knew this area was incredibly well mapped out and there was no real danger of getting lost or trapped but it was still very off-putting.

In addition to bones, there were also quotes on the wall in both Latin and French. It was about this time that I really started wishing I had paid more attention to my Latin classes in high school but there was no changing that now (and certainly no Google translating this far underground now). I wish I could show you all some photos from the Catacombs but I have no idea what tumblr’s policy on showing pictures of dead people is and I’d rather not get my post taken down.

Eventually we ascended the stairs and were greeted by light. Not sunlight, mind you, the fluorescent lights of the gift shop. There was some pretty cool stuff there and I bought about $40 worth of iron-on patches for my jacket. In addition to this little shopping spree we also lightened the somber mood by going back to Le Pain Au Naturel for another amazing croissant. 

We next went to a park called the Luxembourg Garden. The park was filled with amazing statues and flower beds.

Near the gardens there was also a large house with a fountain out in the front. The fountain was full of small sailboats with various country’s flags on them. The boats could be rented from a nearby stand along with a short pole that was used to upright the boats if they got stuck on the wall.

Finally we decided to go get some traditional French crepes. We found a place called the “La Crepe Rit Du Clown”. True to its name, the creperie was filled with creepy clown statues. Why did they choose this as their theme for the restaurant? I will never know. But the crepes were amazing! I ordered a crepe with chocolate sauce, whipped cream, toasted almonds, and a fried pear. Because I had literally eaten nothing but sugary foods for the entire day, I split my crepe with my friend Brennen in exchange for half of his ham and egg crepe. Both of the crepes were absolutely phenomenal. The clowns could have come alive like some kind of messed up haunted house for all I cared as long as I got to finish my crepes.

Then we were back on the train heading to the Palace of Versailles. The Palace was absolutely beautiful. It shone with gold roofs and fences and was decorated to the nines. We took a tour of the inside seeing all of the amazing paintings and sculptures and history housed within its immense walls. As a Greek mythology nerd, I absolutely loved all of the rooms in the Palace that were themed around specific Greek gods.

We hopped back on a train and headed back to the hostel for a little bit for some rest as one of our friends had to do some work for her job. By this time the sun had set but we still had one more place we had to visit before the night was over. We hopped back on the train once again (we spent so much money on train tickets, I really wish they had a day pass or something like that) to see the monument that we had seen multiple times passing in the distance. Finally, we emerged from the subway tunnels and saw it, all lit up in all its glory: the Eiffel Tower.

The massive tower loomed over us (thank you thesaurus.com for that synonym of “towered”). The immense metal pillar was decorated with shining lights and decorated for the Olympic games. We took some pictures underneath the tower and then found a seat underneath the tower where we could watch the light show. We managed to arrive just in time to watch the 11:00 PM show and it was really cool! The whole thing had already been glowing but now it was twinkling (oooh… aaaaah).

The next morning was our last day in Paris so that meant it was time for a lot of walking to see as many sights as we could. We started off by walking to Sainte Chapelle. Sainte Chapelle was a chapel with some of the most beautiful stained glass windows I have ever seen in my entire life. The sun streamed through the windows, lighting up the room in a kaleidoscope of bright colors. The windows also depicted various scenes from the Old Testament of the Bible which were pretty cool to see and try to figure out which scenes I could recognize.

Next up was Notre Dame. We only had a passing glance at this historic cathedral as it was still undergoing reconstruction due to the fire a couple years ago (holy cow that was 2019 that is wild, I feel old now). It was still pretty cool to see even if it was surrounded by cranes and such.

You want to know what’s really cool after seeing two churches? A third church. Specifically, we visited Basilique du Sacré Coeur which was up a very very steep, tall hill which was devastating for our tired legs and feet. The trek was well worth it as at the top we were greeted with a panoramic view of a large portion of the city. The basilica itself was pretty amazing too with incredibly detailed paintings and sculptures inside. 

Sacré Coeur was the last sightseeing spot we went to as we now had a train to catch. On our way Allie fulfilled her lifelong goal of buying and eating a baguette in France.

It was about when we got on the train that I realized I should probably start studying for my final exams as our first one was the next day and I was in an entirely different country with only a couple hastily made notes. I spent the train ride to the airport reading the course’s history book and taking notes. I had not actually brought my own book on this trip and was borrowing Allie’s so I really had to finish my notes before the train ride ended which I mostly did (sans some minor details like specific dates, proper spelling, and important figures). 

We made it to the airport unscathed but the same could not be said for our flight to Dublin. In the last few minutes of the flight I rubbed my itching nose which for some reason signaled my nose that now was a perfect time to start gushing blood. My nose was of course wrong (really the only proper time to get a nosebleed is when you’re performing really intense telekinesis) and I had no tissues to stop the bleeding. I did however have my history notebook! I managed to tear a blank page out of the notebook and use it momentarily to stop the bleeding. I would like to point out that even though we were flying at night and the cabin was dark I was able to accomplish all of this without bleeding on anyone else and managing to only lightly smear the notes I had taken on the train with blood. When the plane finally landed I stumbled off the plane with a pocket full of bloody notebook paper and a face that looked like a vampire who only sort of knew what he was doing.

We rushed through Dublin customs (my face covered in drying blood and my nose still leaking, though now staunched with a tissue) and managed to show up to the bus stop five minutes after our bus back to UCD had already left. It was midnight at this point and the next bus wouldn’t be coming for another hour and our first final exam was in about 10 hours. That meant it was time for more studying at the bus stop, for everyone else that is. I was kind of loopy from slight blood loss and exhaustion so I spent the next hour just kind of wandering around and talking to people after I found a bathroom to clean myself in. Our bus finally arrived at five minutes to 1 and we managed to make it back to UCD at 2 AM, 8 hours before our final exam. 

You know? It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to have our flight land the same day as our final exam but in our defense the earlier flight was about $100 more expensive so I would say that it was a pretty smart financial decision but maybe not the brightest academic decision. I managed to get some more studying in on the bus ride back and did really well on the exam! We had been given six topics beforehand for this history exam and were told to study two which made things pretty easy. I managed to succinctly answer the two questions in two four page essays. 

At this point it was Tuesday, I was exhausted from traveling and I still had a physics exam to study for for the next day so I did the most reasonable thing I could think of. I took a nap. I tried, I really did, to study for the exam before napping but my brain was mush. I awoke from my nap and then spent the rest of the day studying for the exam.

The physics exam went pretty well as well! I had managed to cover most of the exam material before collapsing into my bed at midnight and I walked out of the exam confident I had done well and passed the class (though at this point I physically could not have failed the class as I needed negative points on it to fail but hey I am nothing if not an overachiever). 

That meant that we were done with all the coursework for the program and still had three more days left in the program before we got kicked out of our housing. It was time to have some more fun. After another quick power nap and dinner to get our energy back we headed to the UCD Student Bar for trivia night. Almost every single week we had tried and failed to win trivia night and this time… was no different. It wasn’t even close, we lost so bad y’all. 

However! The time had finally come for me to finally rid myself of the curse of the pancakes (for those tuning into this blog for the first time, hi, I promise I am a normal human being I just bought a lot of flour to make pancakes one time and have been desperately trying to not waste food so I just keep making pancakes over and over again). I had enough flour for 3.5 batches of pancakes and enough hungry college students to eat that much. I made chocolate pancakes, mixed berry pancakes, chocolate chip and mixed berry pancakes, marshmallow pancakes,  and chocolate chip and marshmallow pancakes. My friends also made scrambled eggs and bacon. It was a veritable feast and was also one of my favorite nights on the entire trip. We devoured the pancakes, played some games, and just talked.

The next morning was the first day of the end of the program without any classes or exams so we all slept in pretty late. It was Thursday and as most people were leaving Friday morning that meant a good portion of the day was spent packing after a farewell event organized by UCD. Once everyone was finished with their packing we played a game of Jeopardy that Brennen had put together with categories based around things that happened during the program. It was a really fun time.

After we finished Jeopardy we went back to my apartment one last time to end the night in the same way we ended most nights, a game of cards. It was a sweet, melancholic ending to the program as a whole. We had all become such close friends over these past seven weeks and none of us really wanted it to end but at the same time we were all missing home something fierce. As one last thing we all began signing posters that we had all gotten at the farewell event and suddenly more and more people began showing up in my apartment. The apartment I lived in was on the ground floor so as people walked by they could see in and see us hanging out and saying goodbye and just decided to join in. By the end, our posters were absolutely covered in signatures and the night slowly came to a close as one by one people shuffled out of the apartment and back to their own to sleep. 

The next morning pretty much everyone was gone. There had been a slight miscommunication between UMich and the other schools as Michigan told us our housing a day later than all the other universities told their students so there were only about seven people from the nearly 70 original people of the program left on campus, myself included. It was pretty weird walking to the dining hall for our last meals and seeing it almost completely empty. I spent most of the rest of the day packing and getting ready for my flight back home that day. I wanted to have like a really sentimental moment where I watched the last sunset I might ever see in Ireland but Irish weather decided “nah, it’s gonna be cloudy all day” so I kind of just wandered around campus at 9 PM, looking at all the sights I had become so used to seeing for the past weeks. I wrote a little of this blog and then went to sleep.

The journey home went off without a hitch. There was no catastrophic nosebleed this time and I managed to get some shuteye (despite the crying child in the seat in front of me). I landed in Canada where I met my dad and we began the drive back home to Michigan.

Well, I guess that’s it. This post is nearly 4000 words long and I have reached tumblr's limit for photos I can include in one post. I honestly do not know how to end this blog post. I am laying in my bed at home, I’ve got my dog next to me as well as a box of tissues (I am not crying I just got sick pretty much immediately after landing and have a horrible stuffy nose). Don’t fret though dear readers! I still have one more blog post to write next week as a post-trip reflection but until then, I’ll see you around.

Declan McGrath 

Mechanical Engineering

Big 10 STEM Physics and Irish History Program at UCD Dublin

[toi-monogatari]

Hej pagan side of tumblr

I got a question

I am wondering if Apollo hasn't been trying to contact me for years on end now. I have only found of deities and such some time ago and was wondering if one wasn't calling to me.

I had seen some videos about how a god would call (more precisely Apollo) but i think the things happening have been happening since I was a child (when I was around 8 or so and I am nearing my 20's now). I'll note the things I'm talking about and I hope someone can help me clear it up.

So since I can remember i been doing these things:

- had a big interest in arts. I have been drawing since I was little and never really took a long break in it. I used to do stone work, I am currently trying to learn to knit. I paint too.

- I always had an interest in instruments. I played the piano since I was 7. Chose to do some flute as a child (I had lessons in it cus I chose to). I played on xylophone and other percussion instruments in a percussion group. I play the achordeon in my summer holidays (cus that's the only time I can access it as it's in another country and belongs to my uncle). And currently I started to learn to play the guitar.

- I love to sing

- I listen to music constantly. Whenever I can I play some songs. They make me feel safe.

- I love singing, even if I don't have a proper voice. And i often dance to the songs in my room.

- for the past 4 years I have held a journal where I keep in my poem. I do write poem and I write stories. Writing is something that was a hobby of mine since I was 13.

- I often think of Apollo.

- for some reason suddenly Apollo messages posts piped up on my tiktok without me ever searching it up.

- when we first moved into our new house 6years ago (mom chose the house and I am sure it had nothing to do with the flowers that suddenly popped up), the first spring-summer, a batch of hyacinths sprung up in the garden. Not a small batch either. For the record, I am sure we did not plant them, but we did keep them and planted them again.

But there are some parts i am unsure about. It's because I didn't have some signs of him wanting my attention.

-He didn't appear in my dreams (I did have dreams with boys with blond hair, but i am sure it was not about him. Those dreams never had any of his symbols)

- his sacred animals or flowers (except hyacinths) have not appeared anywhere. I did see a flock of birds several times fly above the road, but they never had explicetyky followed me.

So.... Is he reaching out to me or are these just some random things in my life that have nothing to do with it?

I don't own any tarrot cards, so I can not check it with seeing if the chariot or sun pop up often. I don't have runes either.

[barnesbabee]

collab || J.Y

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ 2 - ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ

Summary: Two famous porn stars have a fun collab together.

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x gn!reader

Words: Just enough

⚠ although there is no mention of gender, the reader wears makeup and lingerie, so if you are uncomfortable with that, don't read  ⚠

As Yunho dried his hair with a small towel, he heard the familiar ding sound from his social media. He had just finished uploading the edited version of his live stream, so it wasn't unusual for him to be contacted by a bunch of people right after, however, he didn't expect to see you.

You weren't well known in the porn scenario, as you were fairly new and the competition was vast, but your 'Around The World' series had become a huge success and a major hit for its originality.

Yunho was quite a fan of the series, so when he saw your message, his fingers were crossed.

Y/N: Hello! My name is Y/N, I'm not sure if you know my work, but I am a porn star that is currently doing a series called 'Around The World' where I... well, fuck people all around the world. My next stop is South Korea and I have seen your work before and I think our style is very similar and I would love to do a collab with you! Feel free to check out my work on my page, I hope to hear from you soon! xoxo

The tall man squealed like a high schooler getting a text from his crush, he's always wanted a collab and now he was about to get one in one of the biggest series of the moment!

Yunhxxx: Hello Y/N! I am aware of your series and I am a fan! I would love to do the collab with you! I'll send you my number so we can talk about the details more comfortably :)

Part of your anxiousness died down at his response. Most porn stars were very polite and kind in front of the camera, and in business discussion, all for that quick buck, but you'd find, with your series, that a lot of them were just assholes with a huge ego. You had a good feeling about Yunho, but you didn't want to get your hopes up and then be disappointed.

The arrangements didn't take long, as you were both excited for the collab to happen, making it very easy to communicate. Yunho was kind enough to offer his own home for you to sleep in, arguing that 'whoever fucks me gets to sleep in my house for free'.

Yunho spent the weekend preparing everything for your arrival on Monday morning: he cleaned his whole house, stocked his fridge and cabinets with all sorts of food, and sanitized every toy of his. By the time he received your 'I'm on my way!' text, his house was the cleanest it had ever been.

The man showered, put on his best cologne, and applied some dark eyeshadow under his eyes. As he stood in front of the closet in his briefs only, he wondered what he should go for. A sophisticated look? A sexy look? An outlaw-looking look? He wanted something to get you immediately attracted to him. Yunho wanted to make you feel good, not to make you act as if you felt good.

Ultimately he chose a black button-up and black suit pants. He decorated his long fingers (that he had come to learn was something many people liked about him) and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

Yunho was aware of his innocent appearance. He had had his cheeks squeezed one too many times, so he caught on quickly. However, the man loved to play with his looks. He loved to make people wonder what kind of person he was, with a cute face, yet an intimidating look.

Before he knew it, his doorbell rang. Yunho took one last look in the mirror, just to make sure everything was in its place and walked towards the door. The first hello wasn't awkward at all, as you'd already had a few zoom calls to discuss what would happen in your collab, just to make sure there were no misunderstandings.

Once you stepped in with your suitcase, you couldn't help but notice how neat, modern, and well decorated his house was. The walls were white with big windows, and the furniture was a mix of grey, light blue, and white. Yunho lead you to the guest room where you'd be staying, and it was a lot nicer than you expected. The bed was high and large, the duvet was grey with a bunch of fluffy white and red pillows decorating it. In front of the bed was a modern black vanity with lightbulbs around the squared mirror, and against the wall in front of the door was a black, sliding door wardrobe, with a large, orange, and red abstract painting of a couple. His house looked simple yet classy, with just the right amount of colour and decoration. You took a look at him, his dark look contrasting the house.

"You already got prepared?"

Yunho looked a little puzzled for a second, but then understood. "Oh! Oh no, you've just arrived, you must be tired! This is just... how I dress?" He said, feeling a little embarrassed.

You took a good look at his outfit.

"You always dress like that? Wow..."

Yunho's cheeks became a little red at the comment, and he stumbled over his words as he thanked you. He was used to receiving compliments when he had his clothes off, but with clothes on? Not so much... Before closing the door, Yunho told you to feel at home, and that when you were ready you could start setting everything up in the room he used to shoot.

The man had never felt that nervous, so when he finally closed the door, he immediately headed to his living room, and found the whiskey bottle he kept for emergencies. He poured a generous glass and sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone as he waited for you.

You were pretty much used to the routine, and since you had a stopover in a neighboring country and spent the night there, the trip hadn't been too tiring. You sat on the very convenient vanity and re-did your makeup. You liked to match your look to your type of content, so you went for a dark look: dark purple lipstick, a heavy, black smokey eye, and loads of mascara. You made sure to apply a lot, so it would run down your face and give the viewers the fucked out look they loved to see.

The lingerie matched your makeup: black lace lingerie with some bling here and there, and a garter belt to accessorize. You grabbed your robe from your suitcase and exited the room.

"Yunho?" You called, peeking your head from behind the wall.

"Hm?"

His eyes widened when he looked up. You were completely different from the person he had met.

"I am ready if you are!"

He nodded and stood up, downing the rest of his 2nd whiskey cup in one go. Yunho took you upstairs and opened the door to his 'studio'.

In the center of the room was a carpet, and a big, empty space behind it.

"I usually move the bed or the couch over there, depending on what I want to do that day. I found that it was easier to move the furniture than the whole set up." He explained, pointing at the empty space.

Against the wall, opposite of you, there was a bed, much like the one on your bedroom, and a nice, black leather couch. Beside you there was a closet, where Yunho kept all his toys, accessories, and streaming outfits. Other than that it was just the usual setup: a desk with a computer, professional lights, and a camera.

Yunho walked over to the couch and moved it with ease to the empty space.

"So we've already decided?" You asked.

The man smirked as if simply entering the room turned him into a completely different person.

"I already have everything planned out for you dear, it would be rude to have my guests work."

You blushed slightly, and sat on the couch, waiting for the green light.

You watched as he opened the closet, displaying his wide collection. He picked a bunch of stuff that he set on top of a towel on the floor.

"Alright, that's about it."

You cocked your head to the side, in confusion.

"You're not getting dressed?"

Yunho reached for the choker he had brought and softly placed it around your neck, tying it just tight enough. He hooked his finger on the big metal ring on the front and tugged on it. You followed his silent command and knelt on the ground, in front of the couch.

"I'm already dressed, for the concept we're gonna try."

You were getting curious and excited. You stayed still as he started up the live stream. Yunho turned on the lights, set up the camera, and pressed 'Start Live Video'. The screen counted down from five, until the live started.

Yunho sat on the couch behind you, and placed his large hand on your head.

The man smirked as soon as the comments started raining.

There was a mixture of fuck yeah's and happy cheers as they recognized Yunho, and became excited for what was to come. The live was obviously happening on your account, although you would always split the tips with the person you worked with.

"Hello," Yunho started, and you let him take the lead "welcome to the 24th edition of Around The World, I am today's guest, and we have such a great show for you today, don't we?"

Yunho tugged on your hair, making you wince. You looked at the camera and nodded.

The 30 dollar donation ding sounded, announcing that someone had made a request.

'Make her sit on your thigh'

You let Yunho take the lead once more, hooking his finger on your choker's hoop and pulling you up, to sit on his thigh. You hummed as you rolled your hips, causing friction between your core and his thigh. Your hand ran along his torso, feeling the fabric of his shirt.

"He has too many clothes, don't you think?" You asked the camera, in a flirty tone.

There was a rain of comments agreeing with you, and you immediately got to work, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. His dick print was already very visible in his pants, and you could now understand why he wanted to wear that look.

You removed his shirt, slowly and teasingly, as the viewers praised Yunho's toned body.

The male hooked his finger on your underwear and snapped it against your skin. Your little whimper at the sudden pain made him smirk.

Yunho ran his hands along your body, making you shiver from the cold metal of his rings.

Tips and donations rained down with many requests, and so you went back on the floor and laid your head on Yunho's thigh, your face mere inches away from his hard-on. You perked your ass up and traced the shape of his cock with your finger.

"What do you think? Should we reward them?" Yunho asked, petting your head as he stared into the camera.

As expected, everyone gave you the green light to continue, so you slowly opened his fly, to find he had no underwear on. You freed him from his pants, gripping his length in your hand. You kept eye contact with the male, and although you were a professional, you were always nervous when you had to take dicks on the bigger side.

You spat on his tip, and played with his cock for a second, before slowly inserting it in your mouth. Yunho groaned and threw his head back, taking in the warmth of your mouth. His hand was tangled in your hear, gripping it and tugging on it from time to time.

"Shit, you're doing so good..."

Yunho was very vocal, to your (and the viewer's) pleasure.

The 50$ notification ding sounded, and a message played right after.

'bby I wanna see you jump on his cock'

Yunho smirked and gripped your hair, in a firm, yet not painful way. He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, cleaning the remaining saliva.

"Hmm, you know what, so do I."

You stripped from your underwear, in a sensual way for the viewers (and Yunho) to enjoy.

Yunho slapped his thigh, and you climbed onto his lap, slowly but surely sinking down on his length. You gripped onto his shoulders for stability and groaned as every inch of his cock disappeared inside of you.

His hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks in a beautiful way for the camera to see. The male helped you, as you rode him, not only by holding your hips and guiding you, but also by snapping his hips up against yours. Filthy slapping sounds along with the mixture of your moans echoed in the room, and the donations were reaching their peak.

"F-fuck baby you're s-so good, you're doing so well."

You gripped his shoulders harder, as his praises drew you closer and closer to your edge.

"They're c-close! Should we l-let them cum?"

It was impressive how professional Yunho was. How he looked so immersed in you, so tired and fucked out, with his fringe sticking to his forehead and eyes burning into your soul, yet he didn't forget to interact with the viewers.

There were many people leaning towards yes, begging to hear the way you sounded as you came, and so he worked hard until you screamed his name and tightened around his cock. He let you rest and recompose for a second, but the way you clenched around him made it impossible for him to hold it in any longer.

"Shit, get on the ground."

You gladly complied, and got on your knees for him, immediately sticking out your tongue, as you could predict what would come after.

Yunho jerked himself off to your fucked out face, and soon a string of curses came out of his mouth, as he spilled all over your face. He smirked and wiped some of his cum off of your face with his thumb.

"Say ah, pretty baby."

You smiled and opened your mouth. He inserted his finger in your mouth and you happily licked it clean.

Yunho cupped your face with his hand, and smiled.

"You behaved so well, I might have to reward you again."

His head tilted to the side, pointing to the couch, and you followed. You sat down on the couch, and Yunho knelt in front of you. His arms wrapped around your thighs and pulled you forward, so your hole would be of easy access to him.

The man teased you, as his tongue danced around your hole, not quite getting where you wanted him. You rolled your hips up, earning a slap to your inner thigh.

He looked up at you, with a hint of darkness in his eyes.

"Behave."

It didn't take long for you to get what you wanted, as he started tongue fucking you, with the help of his fingers. You gripped his hair, and your back arched as your high approached once more.

You came quickly, with his tongue still inside you, and he held your trembling legs and body, to keep you stable.

He didn't move for a second, giving you time to breathe and rest. After you had recomposed yourself, he helped you up, and the two of you shared a heated kiss, Yunho's hands never leaving your ass, that he definitely had a fixation with.

You finished the stream by thanking the viewers and donors and shut everything off. Once everything was done, you sighed and plopped onto the couch.

"Do you not want to shower?" Yunho questioned, as he saw the mess in your face and body.

You chuckled.

"Yes I do, very much, but I'm so fucked out..."

Yunho very kindly scooped you up.

"Well, I wouldn't want my guest to work too hard, I'll help you out."

[thepremedthatwrites]

Things Have Changed

request: Can you plsss do a Peter x reader relationship where the reader is a family friend and Peter has always had a crush on her and idk ends up admitting it to her at night or something and things get very heated like smutty or whatever.

Did I decide to edit this a day early because I'm procrastinating my school work? Perhaps. But anyways, I hope you all like this fic!

warning: smut below the cut

I could feel the beginning of sweat start to drip down the side of my face as I squinted my eyes trying to see the others in the water. The sand was at the border of being too hot to stand on in bare feet, causing me to walk closer to the water where the cold ocean had cooled the ground. “C’mon (y/n)!” Lucy shouted over the sound of the waves crashing into the shore. “The water isn’t even that cold!”

This was a lie and we both knew it. The icy water brushed the tip of my toes as I held back a shudder. At least the water would help me cool off from the unforgiving sun. As I stood contemplating what to do, I felt a hand graze my back. I turned to see Peter walking by me, a grin on his face. “Too scared to run in, (y/n)?” he asked. That was enough to kick me into action as I started to follow him into the water.

“Of course not,” I replied, holding back the instinct to let out a gasp as the cold water wrapped itself around my stomach. Both of our parents stayed by the towels and umbrellas, leaving the ocean to their children as they drank and talked about whatever it is that adults talked about. The blue house that our families had rented stood tall and proud behind our parents, overlooking the beach and whatever sat beyond what reaches of the ocean we could see.

Peter and I came to a halt as we reached where Lucy and Edmund were. “Where’s Susan?” Ed asked as Peter dunked his head under the water.

“I believe she said she was taking a nap,” I replied as Peter’s head reappeared from the dark water. His blond hair was now pressed against his forehead and had become a few shades darker from the weight of the water.

“Watch out! Big wave!” Lucy just managed to shout out the words before my vision was painted white as the wave crashed down on us. I lost control of my body as I let the current drag me around like a rag doll until I felt myself crash into something solid. At first, I thought it was a rock before I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my chest.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” I heard Peter say as my head broke the surface. I gulped in a deep breath of air, the oxygen reaching my lungs as I wiped the salt water out of my burning eyes.

“Thanks,” I managed as the taste of salt water danced down my throat.

“I think some of the water went up my nose.” I heard Edmund say while Lucy was pushing her hair that had been plastered in front of her eyes out of her face. I turned my head to look at Peter whose arms were still around me. The sudden realization of the situation finally dawned on me and I felt my face warm at the close proximity. Suddenly his arms felt like iron chains around me and I couldn’t ignore the feeling of their weight on me. Peter seemed to have also become aware of the sensation of our bodies pressed against each other as he slowly removed his arms from me.

“Sorry,” he said softly, his face now also a light shade of pink.

“Yeah, no worries,” I said quickly. I was suddenly thankful for the large wave coming our way as I turned to face it, focusing my thoughts on not being drowned by the rushing water.

“I almost drowned!” Lucy exclaimed as we all sat around the dinner table. It had been my mom’s turn to cook dinner and so she had made us all steak. I started to cut into the meat as Lucy told Susan all about our adventures in the water. Peter and I had become a bit more quiet since the incident in the ocean. I felt myself stealing glances at him every now and then. Sometimes he had already been looking at me too.

“I’m so happy you guys decided to join us here in the states.” I heard my mom say to the Pevensies’ parents. “I feel like we haven’t seen each other since we moved to America.”

“I know, it seems the kids are having a lot of fun hanging out again,” Mrs. Pevensie replied. I turned back to the conversation but could feel the burning glances Peter occasionally threw at me throughout dinner. I was thankful when dinner was over, trying to wash the dishes as quickly as possible and avoiding being near Peter as much as the confines of the kitchen allowed. The parents had disappeared, most likely to the balcony that overlooked the water to drink some more and catch up on what they had missed in the past five years. As soon as the dishes were done, I excused myself blaming my exhaustion on the sun and went to my room.

I was surprised when I woke up to a dark room. I had expected myself to be unable to sleep and instead toss and turn until the rest of the lights went out in the house. I got up from my bed, checking my phone to see it was around three in the morning. My stomach growled as I turned on my lights. It seems that pushing the food around your plate does little to actually satisfy your hunger. I paused at my mirror before leaving. I brushed out my hair and checked to see that the pajamas I wore were acceptable to be seen by the public. I wasn’t sure if I would run into Peter, he was most likely still asleep, but I wanted to play it safe. I wasn’t sure why I was so concerned about my appearance around him. When we were younger, before my family moved to America, I could have cared less about what he thought of my appearance. But then again, we had been younger then. Five years younger to be exact. We had grown since then. His shoulders had broadened and he had become taller. My body had developed curves where it used to be straight and I had finally grown into myself. We weren’t how we were back in the UK. We were older and more mature.

I shook the thoughts from my mind and opened the door to my room. I walked as quietly as I could past my parents’ room and then past all of the Pevensies’ rooms before reaching the stairs that led to the living area that held the kitchen. I opened the fridge as my stomach automatically growled at the sight of all the food. The best part of being on vacation was the fact that the fridge was always filled with leftovers from dinner. I settled on some of the mac and cheese, spooning some into a bowl before putting it into the microwave. I stood patiently as the whir of the microwave filled the silence that had settled into the room.

“What are you doing up?” I jumped at the voice before turning to see Peter standing by the entrance of the kitchen.

“I was hungry,” I said while pointing my head to the microwave. He walked over to me and I was suddenly thankful I had spent the extra time on my appearance before leaving my room. He wore only a pair of grey sweatpants. I couldn’t help myself and let my eyes wander his exposed abs. He definitely did not have those five years ago.

“I missed seeing you,” he said, causing my eyes to jump from his abs to his ocean blue eyes which I could easily drown in if I weren’t careful.

“Me too,” I replied, my voice much softer than I expected it to be. I cleared my throat before speaking again. “I missed having someone I could annoy like an older brother.” Peter’s face scrunched as he shook his head.

“Please don’t call me an older brother. That’s weird.” I raised an eyebrow at this, my heart racing. All this time I had thought he saw me as another little sister. But if that wasn’t the case, what did he see me as?

“And why is that?” I questioned. Peter’s face seemed to have reddened. I wasn’t sure if it had already been red from the sun and I just hadn’t noticed or if he was blushing. Before he could answer the microwave went off causing me to jump. Peter opened the door, taking the bowl out as steam rose from the food.

He set the bowl down on the counter before turning back to me. His eyes seemed to be studying me. I subconsciously bit my bottom lip in anticipation. I watched as his eyes followed the movement. “You’ve grown a lot since I last saw you,” he finally said.

“And so have you.”

“The thoughts I have about you…” Peter started as he walked closer to me, stopping so that we were almost pressed against each other. “They are not thoughts a brother has about his sister.” He leaned down towards my ear, his hot breath brushing the bare skin behind my ear and sending a shiver down my spine. “That is why it’s weird for you to call me an older brother.” My face must have been the color of a lobster at this point, and I was no longer afflicted with hunger. Instead, lust coursed through my veins. He paused for a moment as if in thought before pressing his lips on the same skin his breath had just caressed. I let out a soft sigh allowing my hand to grasp onto his strong bicep. My other hand had crept around to his stomach, tracing the abs I had just moments before been admiring. He moved his lips, kissing down my neck as I moved my head back to give him more access.

His hands wrapped around my waist before he lifted me into the air. I let out a gasp in surprise before my ass met the cool counter. His eyes looked me up and down, filled with lust and desire. “Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?” he asked. His hands were by my hips as his thumb traced shapes on my thighs. I found myself blushing at his words. Many people had called me beautiful before but the way he spoke it was the same way people sing praises to the gods they worship. He stepped towards me and I opened my legs for him so that he was as close as physically possible.

He stopped for a moment, his eyes meeting mine. They seemed to be saying all the things that had been left unsaid since we had reunited. You’re different. I’m different. These emotions are different. I love you. I wrapped my legs around him, forcing him closer (something I had not thought possible). His hands moved so that they were on either side of me, resting on the counter. My own hands were on his shoulders. I moved one so that it caressed his face. My mac and cheese sat patiently on the counter next to us, expecting to be eaten soon. I had a feeling the bowl would be staying there until the morning. Peter brought his face closer to mine. He paused for a moment, his eyes moving from my lips to my eyes. I gave a slight nod. Then, he kissed me.

We kissed and suddenly I understood what the authors of the romance books I used to read were writing about. He was like a drug. With each touch I needed more. With each kiss I craved just one more moment of the taste of his lips. My hands traveled to his hair as we continued to kiss. His hands wandered my back, traveling beneath the fabric of my t-shirt. I didn’t want to pull away. I wanted to stay like this for eternity. On the other hand, I wanted more. I wanted to connect us even more. I wanted him to fuck me.

I pulled back just long enough for my shirt to be discarded. Then I immediately reconnected our lips. I kissed him hungrily, as if those few seconds apart had left me famished. His hands slipped between us, holding my breasts. A small shudder went down my spine as his thumbs brushed my nipples. His hands continuously moved, as if they weren’t sure what to do with all the newly exposed skin. He squeezed my breasts before letting his hands travel down my stomach, gripping my waist harshly as we continued to kiss.

I could feel a growing wetness between my legs. The feeling of something hard being pushed against my inner thigh informed me Peter was just as turned on. He disconnected our lips, tasting my chin and then neck and then collar bone until he reached my tits. I attempted to catch my breath as his tongue flicked across my nipple. I let out a soft gasp as my back arched in pleasure. He started to suck on my tits, making sure to show great care and attention to both of them. His grip on my waist tightened and I was sure there would be a slight bruise in the morning. I couldn’t bring myself to care at the moment as that slight pain was the only thing keeping me grounded as pure pleasure pulsed throughout my body as Peter continued to kiss and suck and bite on the sensitive areas.

He stopped abruptly, standing upright and looking me directly in the eye. His erection that had been increasing in size and hardness was now protruding from his pants and pressing into the soft skin of my thigh. “When I was younger, I had always felt an attraction to you, (y/n),” he said. His voice was lower than usual and he seemed to be slightly out of breath as he spoke. “I never knew whether it was a friendly attraction or something stronger than that. But the moment I saw you for the first time in five years, I knew the feelings I felt for you...it wasn’t something most people feel. It was something so strong it took everything in me to not fall to my knees in defeat. In a happy defeat where I surrendered my heart to you.” I felt as if my heart was going to burst from my chest as I listened. “My body burns with desire for you (y/n). Please. Let me show you how you make me feel. Let me love you.”

I licked my lips, suddenly aware of how dry my mouth felt. I took a deep breath, hoping some of the fresh night air would clear my lust-clouded mind for a moment. “Yes,” I said. “Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes a million times.” I could feel a large grin growing on my face and Peter was wearing a matching one. He grabbed my face in his hands before bringing us together for a kiss. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen as his hands left my face and traveled down my bare top before playing with the band of my shorts. I inched towards the edge of the counter before sliding off, our lips parting for a moment as my feet hit the ground before immediately reuniting.

He roughly pulled down my shorts and panties in one motion, letting the clothes hit the ground. I followed suit, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers. We parted for a moment, the moonlight shining through the window that sat over the sink allowing enough light so that I could see the true length of him. I had only a few moments to admire him, the thickness of his cock was sure to stretch me out deliciously, before he turned me around. I bent over the counter, the cool stone pressing against my naked skin. His hands gripped my hips to hold me in place before he pushed into me.

I let out a loud moan, causing him to put a hand over my mouth. He stayed in place, leaning over so that his mouth was next to my ear. “We have to be quiet. Unless you want both our families to see what we’re doing.” I nodded in understandance as he stood up straight again. He started by moving slowly. He pulled out halfway before pushing in all the way to the base. I felt my pussy flutter around him. He continued this slow rhythm for a while, testing out the water while stretching me out to fit him completely.

Once I felt myself start to adjust he started to go faster. I could feel the edge of the counter dig into my stomach each time my body was thrusted forward. My breasts moved in rhythm with Peter, my weight being supported by my forearms which were propped on top of the counter. His fingers dug into my hips as he fucked me. The kitchen was filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and our muffled moans as we did our best to stay quiet. The smell of sweat and sex hovered in the room. The moon acted as a spotlight for our indecent act. My vision was obstructed by my hair which was now a mess, strands of it sitting in front of my face.

“Peter, please,” I moaned quietly. I could feel myself getting closer, my legs now weaker than before as my arms were the only thing holding me up. Peter sensed this, using his hands that were on my hips to lift me up. I felt my mouth open, but no noise came out as my mind became overtaken with pleasure. I could hear Peter let out a groan as I felt myself collapse around him. I let my head fall forward as I attempted to recover from my orgasm. The pleasure started to become more bearable as Peter continued to fuck me. His thrusts were becoming more desperate. Just as I started to think he couldn’t be any rougher, he pulled out.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded. The way he spoke brought butterflies to my stomach. He spoke much more forcefully than before, his voice laced with lust as he was too concerned with his own release to speak gently to me. I obeyed, opening my mouth for him unprompted. I started moving my head for him, wanting to make him feel just as good as he made me feel. His head fell back as his hip thrusted forward. I fought back the reflex to gag as his cock buried itself deep within my throat. His hand pushed on the back of my head, keeping me in place as I felt the beginning spurt of a warm and bitter liquid shooting down my throat. I swallowed all of it greedily, wanting to have as much of Peter as I could.

As the last drop of his cum slid down my throat, he slowly pulled away. I wiped away the small dribble of drool that had fallen down my chin. I looked up at him and he looked down at me, a smile on his face. His hand ran down the side of my head before caressing my face. I slowly got up, my legs still slightly weak. “Wow,” I said, slightly out of breath. Peter let out a soft chuckle before pulling me in for a kiss. We quietly got dressed. Peter grabbed my hand, leading me to his room. Our clothes didn’t stay on for too long as they quickly found their way to his bedroom floor. The night was filled with whispers of confessions of love, hands in hair, and lips pressed on naked skin. The next morning I would wake up, afraid that it had all been a dream before I turned to see Peter’s face on the pillow next to me. Then, a smile matching Peter’s sleepy one would form on my face.

[mackenzielovee]

Hi, I loved crazy love. Literally I become obsessed, so I was wondering if you could write something about them when they are moving to their new apartment near to college and both of their families are helping them to have everything in order, but Rafe only want them to leave to be all alone with you in their new home. Maybe a little bit of smut?

a/n: this idea had my heart bc i'd really been wanting to write something like this ;) i hope you enjoy! thanks so much for the request!

Warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of planned pregnancy, discussion of sex

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our home: crazy love blurb - rafe cameron

"No, no a little to the left. Ward, are you listening to me?"

You sigh as you set the very last box down on the kitchen counter, stealing a glance at Rafe, who is sitting on your new couch. His head is in his hands as he listens to his parents bicker back and forth, trying to hang up the painting they had bought the two of you. Rose had gushed over it when she bought it, telling you it would match the rest of your decor perfectly.

"Of course, darling. You're talking loud enough," Ward gripes, shifting the painting to the left as Rose demands.

"Oh, come on, now. Back over to the right-"

"It's straight!" Rafe raises his voice, standing up from the couch.

You inhale sharply and step into the living room of your new apartment, wrapping an arm around him to try and calm him down. Ever since his parents and Wheezie arrived with the moving truck to help you both, he's been on edge. When your parents showed up with Macy, you thought he was about to go into cardiac arrest.

"Actually, I think it might just be straight," Rose nods, "Good eye, Rafe."

"Thanks so much," he remarks sarcastically.

"Hey," you whisper to him, trying to tell him to quit being mean to his step-mom, "They're here to help, remember?"

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I could do this shit myself."

"Because you're such a handy man?" you snort.

Rafe clenches his jaw as he looks down at you, but can't help the smirk on his face. He pulls you closer to him, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Where did Macy and Wheezie go? They should start on those kitchen boxes," Rose tells Ward, stepping away from her husband to look for them.

"We can handle the kitchen boxes," Rafe tells her.

"Y/N?" Rose looks to you for a final answer.

You glance up at Rafe only for a second, noting the look on his face, then nod your head in agreement.

"I like the kitchen organized a certain way, anyway," you tell her with a smile.

She nods her head, "All right. Ward and I can start on your sheets-"

"Y/N's parents are taking care of that," Rafe informs her.

Wheezie and Macy come tumbling into the front door, running past all of you and into your bedroom with your parents.

"What the hell are those two up to?" Ward questions.

Wheezie and Macy have become as thick as thieves, the best of friends, over the summer. One day, you'd shown up at Rafe's only to find your sister in her kitchen with Wheezie, baking away. Ever since then, you and Rafe have had to be extra quiet upstairs.

Rose and Ward step toward your bedroom as well, which is down a small hallway just off the kitchen. Rafe grabs your hand and yanks you with him, following the crowd of people.

"Can everyone get out of our bedroom, please?" Rafe grumbles, standing behind his father and watching your parents finish up making your bed.

Your parents had not been crazy about you and Rafe living together right as you both make the transition to college. You had cried, begged, threatened to not go to school, and even dragged Rafe over for a family dinner so all of you could talk the situation out. You'd never seen Rafe's face so red as the night he had to sit at a dinner table and discuss with your father how the two of you would be sleeping in the same bed.

When your parents found out that the Camerons would be financing your rent bill, however, the living situation had changed. Your parents hadn't realized how expensive dorm living is, and the thought of not having to pay for housing on top of tuition sounded like a dream come true.

Which is how you land in your new, empty kitchen, trying to hold Rafe back from killing every family member the two of you currently have within arms reach.

"It's quarter to three," your dad tells your mother over your bed.

"Macy," your mom speaks, "Get your stuff, honey. We have to get going."

"Yeah," Rafe perks up, earning the attention of his parents, "You guys should get moving, too. Y'know, lots of traffic, and Wheezie's got that thing early in the morning."

Wheezie opens her mouth to speak, but stops suddenly when Rafe gives her the death stare. She looks to you, to which you just shrug, and then turns back to her parents.

"What thing?" Rose asks her. Ward's phone buzzes in his pocket, earning his attention.

"Uh," Wheezie hesitates, looking to Rafe once more.

"Girl scout meeting," Rafe blurts.

You cover your face with your free hand to try and prevent Rose from seeing your laughter. You truly have no idea where Rafe gets this idea that Wheezie is old enough to be in girl scouts. Wheezie narrows her eyes at him, shaking her head slightly.

"Girl scout?" Rose questions to herself, still trying to figure it out when Ward speaks up, eyes still glued to his phone.

"Wheezie, get your stuff. You won't want to be tired in the morning at your meeting."

Wheezie rolls her eyes but does as she's told, making her way out of your bedroom and down the hall to collect her things in the living room.

"Seriously, Rafe?" she hisses, "Girl scouts? I'm fourteen-"

"Shut up, Wheeze," Rafe says back to her through gritted teeth.

Wheezie turns to you, "He's your problem, now."

"Oh, boy, do I know it," you tease Rafe, smiling with Wheezie. She laughs, but it's short lived when Rafe shoves her away.

"Get your shit," he mutters.

"Stop it," you demand, stepping in front of him and holding onto his forearms as they are wrapped around your waist.

The one thing you love about Rafe more than anything is how he always shows affection to you, even if your parents or his parents are around. He just doesn't seem to care about anyone except you.

"I want them to go," he defends himself, keeping his voice quiet, "I just want to be alone with you. In our home. I didn't realize that was such a difficult request."

You smile up at your fussy boy, dragging one hand up to his face to stroke his cheek. You can faintly hear your families moving around the two of you, but you're too lost in your own little world to think too much about it.

"Be patient," you whisper to him.

He smirks, "Will you make it worth my while?"

You give him back the same look, loving the way he smirks at you and allows his eyes to rake over every inch of your face and torso. It takes everything in him not to just grab you by the throat and kiss the hell out of you, only controlling himself because your dad is ten feet away.

"Don't I always?"

Rafe groans, trying his best to keep his composure. He has to close his eyes as he continues to whine, knowing that if he keeps looking at you, he'll be hard in no time.

"All right," Rafe says loudly, tugging himself away from you, "Thanks for coming, everyone, but we have a lot to unpack here. Dad, Rose, Wheezie, I'll show you to the door."

You snicker as you watch him attempt to lead his confused family out the door. You turn to your own family, giving hugs and promising to call whenever you can. Rose refuses to leave without giving you a hug, which pisses Rafe off, as he's gotten Ward and Wheezie out successfully and only needs one more.

Rose promises to send flowers, one that match the color scheme of course, and tells you she'll call you to check on Rafe, since he doesn't bother to return her calls. You give Wheezie a hug and give Ward a polite smile and wave from the doorway.

The second they're all out the door, Rafe slams the door shut and locks it before any of them can decide they forgot something.

"Ah, free at last," you joke.

Rafe turns around, licking his lips as he thinks about how you two finally have an empty house and he has you all to himself. No distractions, no parents, no little sisters listening intently at the door for secrets and drama. He eyes you up and down once, and when he brings his blue orbs to meet yours again, you know what he's thinking.

"Come here," he demands, but he can't help himself.

That boy rushes over to you, pushing you up against the wall in the entryway of your new apartment, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You accept his kiss without a second thought, allowing your hands to wrap themselves around his neck.

"Up," he mutters against your lips, hands guiding themselves to your waist as you jump up and let him position himself in between your legs, wrapping them around his torso.

He moves his kisses to your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck, while his hands relentlessly roam your ass.

"Rafe," you say, tilting your neck to give him more space.

"Hmm," he hums against your skin, not stopping or slowing down for anything.

"I really do have to unpack the kitchen if you want to eat dinner tonight," you tell him, although you're fully aware he would never set you down for anything right now.

"Not hungry."

"Rafe-"

"I think," he stops you, wet kisses trailing your collarbone, "We should fuck everywhere. Y'know, break the place in."

Even though you two have been together for a while, him saying things like that to you always seems to send tingles through your whole body. He always knew what to say, what to do, to get you riled up in all the right ways.

"That would take us all night," you whisper, smirking because you already know what he's going to say.

"Fine with me, baby."

You smile, then reach down and grab ahold of his cheek with your hand. You lead his lips back to yours, kissing him harder than you had been before. He moans into your mouth and you know you have him right where you want him now.

"Kitchen first?" he questions, breathless, "Or should we mess up that pretty little bed your parents just made up?"

The raspiness in his voice gets you going, enough for him to notice you squirming in his grip. He grins, knowing exactly what it is you need.

"Kitchen," you tell him, watching as he barely nods before he kisses you again, carrying you over and setting you on the counter.

With ease, he removes your shorts and underwear, dropping his own shorts to the floor beneath him. He kicks all of the clothes away, knowing the two of you won't be needing them for a very long time.

"I can't wait, baby," he mumbles, excusing his lack of foreplay.

You shake your head, and he already knows you don't mind based on the way you're dripping onto the granite, "Please, Rafe."

He smirks and then grunts as he enters you, breathing out a sigh of relief that you two are finally home.

By the time you and Rafe even make it to your bedroom, he has to carry you because your legs can't physically function anymore. Rafe's proud of his work, but pretended to pout when he finished you off on the couch and you told him you needed a break.

He lays you down on your new, freshly made bed, moving the pillows out of your way and tucking you underneath the duvet. He climbs in beside you and molds you into his body almost instantly, inhaling your shampoo scent and perfume, thinking about how perfect this moment truly is.

"I can't believe it," he whispers.

"I know."

"Our home."

"Yes, it is."

You two lay there for a while, staring out at the tens of boxes that have each of your names written on them, just begging to be unpacked. You're sure Rafe's boxes will still be sitting there in two weeks, as he had packed a separate duffle bag of his 'essential' belongings.

"You know," he starts after a while, a devious smirk finding it's way to his cheeks, "The next big step is having a mini you. Or a mini me. But, I'd rather have a mini you."

"We just moved into our college apartment and you're talking about impregnating me," you laugh, as if to ask him if he's serious.

"She'll be so cute," he goes on, "A little girl that looks just like you. And she'd have your smarts, thank God, because she'd be screwed with mine. But she'd have my humor, of course."

"Of course?" you tease him.

"And then we'll have a boy."

"Wow, Rafe Cameron, you really just have this all figured out," you move your head up to look at him, noting the small, cheesy smile plastered across his face.

"I do, baby. He'll be a hellion, though. Never listening, always running away, but a total momma's boy. Never wants you to leave his side-"

"So, just like his dad, then?" you grin, watching Rafe clench his jaw and shake his head.

"Break's over," he grunts, rolling you on your back and climbing on top of you, "We're trying, now."

"No, we're not," you say forcefully.

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I'm joking. We'll wait until, like, junior year or something."

"Rafe."

"Fine. But the second you walk across that stage with your diploma, I'm putting a baby in you."

"Deal."

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I bet my wife is scarier than yours.

Kuroo Testuro

He was always lectured by you to take off his wedding ring when he went to the bathroom, but he was never worried about his ring. It would pass over his head as he washed his hands, urging to himself that the next time he’d do it. But today, his face fallen and pale; it didn’t help that you were already currently angry with him for forgetting to move the wet clothes from the washer to the drier; and now he watched in horror as his wedding ring slipped off his finger and into the drain.

“What are you doing?” Your hands on your hips when you see his hand stuffed into the sink.

Kuroo laughs, “Just thought I’d fix the drain.”

You eyed him before moving your way to the laundry room. Kuroo whips out his phone, emergency texting his friends who gave zero decent input into his situation. He fears that he may have to spend another week sleeping on the couch; or worse, kicked out of his home until he can replace his ring.

But he wasn’t going to let that happen, even if it meant they have to hire a plumber later to fix what he breaks, then so be it; as long as you never find out.

“You lost your ring didn’t you.” Out from under the kitchen sink, Kuroo watches your facial features frown, arms cross, and a deep irritated sigh.

“I swear honey, I’ll get it back. It’s in the stupid drain. Just don’t be mad.” When Kuroo finally manages to unscrew the bottom, he feels triumphant. He shakes the ends a bit and out falls two rings. Kuroo curiously picks up the band that was clearly not his, staring at it until he realizes, it was your ring, “What the? You lost your ring!” Kuroo is using his shirt to clean the diamond, “This cost a fortune and you let it fall through the drain!”

Your hand collides with his head, your lips twitching, “Were you not digging in the drain for yours too?”

Iwaizumi Hajime

Many thought that there was nothing that could scare the man. He was immune to bugs, horror films, even when his friends try to surprise him; it never really works. Nothing scares him; or so they thought. It was one thing for him to bring his kids to work, sure, he’s done it hundreds of times on days when he knew it was going to be slow; but you specifically told him to keep the children off the court. Has he ever listened; no because in his mind, what could go wrong, apparently everything.

“Now what are we going to tell mommy?” Iwaizumi has stopped the car now, parked right in front of their home, he turns to his two children. His beautiful six year old daughter and his two year old son.

The little girl has remnants of ice cream still on her face, “I fell!”

He should have known better than to trust a six year old, the moment she walked through the doors and saw her caring, beautiful, loving mother; she began to bawl uncontrollably. Incoherent crying mixed with child snot, Iwaizumi was praying that you couldn’t understand her and would ultimately just make her stop crying.

“What!” You stood to your feet, “You let her go out onto the court! You know how dangerous that can be with all the guys spiking volleyballs all over the place.” You step forward but he’s using his two year old son as a shield, “Hajime!”

“She was just playing with Atsumu and then she fell!” Your eyes narrow on the male and he concedes immediately, “Okay so Atsumu set the ball, Bokuto spiked it, it landed right in front of her and might of hit her face for a second.” You let out a large gasp, “But I checked! She doesn’t have any major injuries! Right?” Iwaizumi attempts to pat his daughter on the head but she sinks behind her mother’s legs; the ultimate betrayal.

“Hajime.” You take a step forward but he uses his son as a shield again, “Hajime!” The male side steps you, practically skipping to the bedroom with his son, “Don’t even think that you’re sleeping in our bed tonight!”

Bokuto Koutarou  

Bless his soul, somehow you’ve thought it would be the most fantastic idea to leave him alone with his one and a half year old daughter. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been alone with her before, but this would officially be the first time that you actually spend a full twenty-four hours away from the house, the baby, and your husband. You had left him a list of instructions on how to feed her, different house chores needing to be done, and even a detailed timetable of your daughter’s day.

“Oh no, please don’t cry. If you cry, then daddy’s going to cry.” Bokuto sits on the living room floor, his daughter sat right in front of him with the worst cry on her face.

It’s two hours until you said you’d be back and Bokuto is just realizing now that he hasn’t done anything you asked. He thought that if he put his daughter to sleep just an hour earlier, perhaps he’d have enough time to finish the chores; what he discovers is that his daughter wouldn’t sleep, instead she continued to bawl in the bed and even when it neared her nap time; Bokuto made the mistake of letting her have a sugary treat, obviously she wouldn’t sleep.

“I’m home?” Your words are drawn out when you step into the living room, your daughter and husband on the floor just on the verge of tears, the living room a mess with toys all over the floor, the laundry sprawled out onto the couch, and for some reason there’s paint on the floors and walls, “Koutarou!”

You pick up your daughter who crawled to your foot, her crying slows down when she’s in your arms and Bokuto sheepishly looks to you, “Welcome home honey!”

“Do you want to explain?” Your hand gestures to the entire house that is a mess, “I gave you a very detailed list Kou!”

He stands, arms encasing you into a hug, “I’m so sorry!” He’s peppering away your angered expression with kisses and you can’t help but to smile. His hands are leading you to the bedroom, “I’ll clean everything up, just rest!”

He wasn’t able to clean everything up, when you emerged from the bedroom with your daughter napping, you saw that somehow the mess got bigger. Your hands on your hips, a scowl on your lips, when he tries to skip to you with puckered lips, you throw a pillow to his face. Maybe he’d be better off sleeping at Akaashi’s place.

Kita Shinsuke

It hadn’t been long since the both of you tied the knot let alone since finding out you were expecting his first child, so there were many changes in his routine. He’s persistent though, if he could do it one day then the next day he could do it too. Ever since you’ve entered the stage of pregnancy where you want to eat everything and anything, Kita finds himself at the grocery store more often than he would routinely like to.

“Yes dear.” Kita listens to you ramble a list of things you would like from the store, he was absolutely tired and wasn’t writing anything down. You had been in a bad mood all day due to your sore lower back and anything Kita has tried hasn’t worked.

“Are you listening? Honey, I really want watermelon, that’s what I want the most. I don’t want the prepackaged ones, I want an entire watermelon.”

He insists he was listening but when faced with the two different type of watermelon, all Kita can remember is you saying prepackaged. So the frown you have on your face when he pulls out a little clear container of watermelon, his memory rushes back to recall that you specifically asked for a fresh watermelon.

“I’ll go back to the store.” He gulps.

“No.” Your words are sharp, the smile on your face sends a chill down his spine, “It’s okay, maybe our son will be happy that his father has given him poor watermelon instead of listening to his loving wife who asked for a fresh watermelon. Shinsuke! You said you were listening!”

He was dejected to sitting outside, pulling at the random grass as he looked over his rice field. He turns when he hears footsteps, you were pouting while looking down at him. If there was anything that he was glad about with your mood swings, it was that your anger left as quickly as it came. He stands, a hand supporting your back to lead you back to the house.

“Why don’t we go to the store together? I’ll buy you everything you want.”

Oikawa Tooru

It was no secret that the two of you were angry with each other, the restaurant was awfully cheery compared to the silent treatment that you were giving Oikawa and the one that he was giving right back at you. So you two settled on just not talking to each other; but the more you stayed silent, the more Oikawa felt uneasy. Because now you were reaching an entirely new type of mad, one where you looked calm and collected but deep down in your eyes, he was screwed.

“I’m sorry.” He finally spits out in the middle of the meal.

“For what?” You inquire, sipping the soup from your spoon slowly without looking at him.

He lowers his head, “I’m sorry I decided to go hang out with the guys instead of coming home to you, my lovely and adorable wife who I adore and love.” He tries sending you a sweet smile, hoping that his sugarcoated words would bring you back to smile for him.

“Not good enough.” Your words stab him in the back. You set the spoon down, opting to finally look at him before lifting your hand. You place a finger down, “I told you to come home early tonight so we could clean the house.” Another finger down, “You lied to me saying you had to practice longer.” Another finger, “You go over to Iwaizumi’s place because he just got the PS5 and you just had to play.” Another, “You forgot to take out the trash this morning which I told you to do before you left.” One more finger, “If you want to play with Iwaizumi so much then go sleep at his place.”

His heart is wounded, still, he tries to be sweet and caring, “You shouldn’t be so stressed honey, it won’t be good for the baby.”

Your glare causes him to retract in his seat, “Oh! So when it’s convenient for you, you’ll use the baby.”

“No that’s not what I meant.”

You begin to spew more words that dagger into his heart, he’s finally concluded that he can’t do anything to cease your anger at him and as he trudges behind you into the shared home, he can already feel the loneliness of the spare bedroom he’ll be sleeping in tonight. As he turns to head straight for the room, you groan.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You stand at the doorframe of the main bedroom. Your voice suddenly changes, “Sleep with me.”