#i want work and laundry and family to be Done and Settled

[ghostzzy]

i feel BAD i need it to be 8pm tonight right now immediately

[the-californicationist]

The Window (6 of 7)

Ch 01 // Ch 02 // Ch 03 // Ch 04 // Ch 05 // Ch 06 // Ch 07

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TW: lactation kink

The house is lonely without your boys, especially when your breasts are so full and achy. If only there was someone home to help you…

You settled into the house almost too quickly. You each had your own space, but the main bedroom was where you all spent most of your time. The bedroom was huge — one of the reasons John had picked this house — and the en suite bathroom could more than accommodate all five of you, if need be. But, when the boys were away, the sprawling, expansive house was… lonely. 

They tried to leave you in shifts, but it wasn’t like they were logging hours at a normal job; it was war. War didn’t have a schedule. So, you padded around the house, trying to play some music or keep the television on, but it wasn’t the same. It was just you and… who? 

You’d asked the doctor not to tell you the sex of your baby at your ultrasound appointment, and none of the potential fathers had been around to go with you. So, you were in the dark. You’d thought about names, and Johnny had offered a good many family names to keep you busy for a while. But, even though you had plenty to think about and plenty to do – you were still working remote on recon and data tracking – it was just an empty sort of existence. 

To make matters worse, you’d hit a bit of a snare. Right at the sixteen week mark, you’d started leaking more than just a little milk. You’d woken up to a wet, messy situation, and you quickly scheduled an appointment. The doctor had taken some time to assure you all was well, but then, not even a week later, you had swollen, painful blockages and you were back in his office, waiting for more news. 

“Looks like you just have tiny ducts,” he shrugged, looking at your scans. His hands were dry but chilly as he peeked under your hospital robe to examine your sore nipples, “You may need to express them. I know it may put you at risk of an early labor, but we can monitor you in the meantime. Try to only pump when absolutely necessary.”

So, you’d followed his orders. Once every few days, you pumped out the heavy, engorged globes that used to be B-cups, watching as your nipples filled jar after jar. There was no use in freezing it this early, so down the drain it went. 

Now, at week twenty something, you were a walking milk nightmare. You’d never done so many loads of laundry in your life. The embarrassing thing about it though was that you liked it. Just the thought of attaching the plastic suction cup onto your breast was enough to make you slick between your legs, and the act itself was frequently pleasurable enough to send you over a climactic edge. To say that your nipples were sensitive was an understatement. But still, you tried to only do it when need be. You didn’t want to make a mistake. 

When the boys came home, you filled them in on all the updates. Johnny was a little sad he’d missed the ultrasound, but it just added fuel to his fire of picking out names. He seemed even more interested in the pain-relieving, pleasure-inducing qualities of your breast pump, though. At dinner, you caught him staring down your shirt more than once when you tried to speak with him, and when you lay together on the couch, his hand was always massaging your swollen flesh, all under the guise of keeping you from getting another painful duct. 

But, you knew the truth. His cock had never been so hard as when you started to leak through your top and had to go change, rushing to wash and find your nipple pads. Johnny stalked you into the large bedroom, thumb crooked in the waistband of his pants, 

“You alright, bonnie? Need me to help you?”

“No, yeah. I’m okay. Just… dealing with the dairy farm over here,” you said, exasperated. 

He sat down next to you on the edge of the bed, watching you pull out the tubes and machine with all of its parts and cords. His hand fell to your thigh, squeezing you gently,

“Think I could do it instead?”

“You…” You turned to face him, hands still tangled in the pump, making sure you heard him correctly, “You want to try it?”

Johnny adjusted himself in his jeans, his eyes pinned to your cleavage, unable to look away even for decorum’s sake, 

“Aye, lass. More than anythin’.”

“Um, sure. I think it’s fine. It all gets thrown out anyway. I’ll get you a towel,” you moved to get up, your belly now at a round enough size to be a hindrance, but he stopped you, pulling you back down roughly. 

“Hey —” You protested, but he interrupted you.

“Sit down,” his voice was gravelly and heavily accented, almost like when he was drunk, “Let me…” 

“Johnny, wait,” you tried to twist away from his grip, but he was too strong, “It’ll be such a mess. They’re so full right now. Just wait for me to—”

His eyes shot up to yours, pinning you in place, his full lips set in a hungry snarl, 

“I dinnae need a towel, bonnie. I’m gonna taste you, messy or not.”

He let his vow sink in, and you could feel yourself melting, literally and figuratively, at his words. You didn’t fight him as he began to kiss you, smearing his mouth all over you, doing his best to shove down your tank top, stuffing the neckline under your tits, fumbling around the back to unhook the clasp of your bra. 

“Johnny,” you breathed, your voice giving away the wet rush that was flooding straight to your core, “The laundry…”

“Fuck the laundry. I need to drain you fuckin’ dry. Right now.”  

Your whole body responded to that comment. Your skin flushed hot and your sore nipples hardened, eager to experience the way his mouth would feel as he drank from you. You weren’t even sure if he’d know how to draw out your milk. 

All of your concerns were cast aside as he settled you in his lap, pulling off your clothes like a much-desired present, tossing your clothes aside like wrapping paper to get to the good part. He fumbled with his jeans, freeing his thick, curved cock from his pants, pumping it roughly to spread his precome over the heavy head. 

You helped him, angling your body over his dick and lowering yourself down onto him, as carefully as you could, spearing your pussy with his rod, inch by trembling inch, listening to him try to catch his breath. Once you reached the middle, at the deepest part of his curve, you struggled to fit him the rest of the way in, grinding forward and back, looking for that sweet spot. 

Then, impatient and hungry, he finished the job, pulling you down by your hips and forcing himself the rest of the way. It made you cry out from the shock of it. It wasn’t necessarily painful, but his roughness was a stark change from how he had been treating you. When he knew about the baby, he spent a lot of time preparing you, using his mouth to lap at your pussy and prying you apart with his fingers. Always gentle and mindful of your comfort. But, not now. Now, he had his sights set on devouring you in the literal sense of the word.

“Johnny…” You gasped, rocking against his shape tentatively.

“C’mere, lass,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice sharp and commanding. 

His eyes were fixated on your dark, round nipples, and as you rode him, grinding yourself down onto his lap, he latched onto your left breast, taking the meat of your peak all the way into his mouth. Then, he began to suck. 

You thought it would be gentle and sensual, expecting it to be largely for his pleasure and not effective enough to get the thick, creamy milk out of your poor swollen ducts, but you were wrong. Johnny began to suck and swallow, suck and swallow, suck and swallow; a terrifying, rhythmic feeding, drinking from you like his life depended on it. You peered down at him as he delivered this unknown pleasure to you. 

Johnny’s eyes were fluttering closed, the whites of them rolling back into his head, and he began to let out these long, deep, guttural moans. You could feel the relief in your breast the moment he began, and with each suck, you could tell that his mouth was filling with squirt after squirt of warm, sweet milk. 

Your hips humped against him involuntarily at this point, too horny to think straight, and you realized that your right nipple had begun to let down, full as it was. You tried to catch it from dripping onto him, swiping away the white rivulets with your palm, but he caught you, realizing you were trying to take what was his. 

He moved his mouth from your left nipple to your right, letting his score drip down his chin and neck, caring nothing for the mess. Then, he latched onto your right nipple just as he had the left, sucking and swallowing until his cock throbbed inside of you. 

You cradled his head as he drank from you, using his neck and shoulders to keep you steady as you rode him, feeling him suckle against you over and over, your hot milk filling his belly. 

“Havin’ fun without us, Johnny?” Price’s voice rumbled from the doorway, startling you. You tried to turn around, but Johnny had you in a vice grip, and all you could do was ride and whimper from his fucking and his feeding. 

“John…” You moaned, and he stepped around to sit next to his sergeant on the bed, smiling at the two of you, admiring the mess you were making. 

“Can I try, love?” Price asked, leaning forward to drink from you without waiting for your permission. 

All you could do was moan, high and helpless, your pussy so wet that it was practically gushing over Johnny’s thick cock. As soon as you felt John’s mouth on you, suckling from you just as intently as Soap’s, you started to come. You felt yourself clenching around your hungry lover, flooding him with your orgasm, wrecked by their insistent mouths.

“Tha’s it, bonnie,” Johnny pulled away, white streams of cream falling from his lips, looking like he was drunk, “Come for me.”

Price was greedier than Soap, even though you weren’t sure how that could be possible, and he used his strong hand to knead and squeeze your tits, forcing your body to drop even more milk for him to drink. His mustache tickled your sensitive flesh, and you couldn’t see it but you could hear the twisting, slapping wetness of him jerking his fat cock as he drank from you. 

“Fuck, she tastes so good, hm?” Prince crooned. 

“Hngh, Johnny… I can’t…” You whined, feeling yourself start to become overstimulated, “I can’t…”

“You can, lass. And you fuckin’ will,” Johnny grabbed your face in his hand, squishing your cheeks, forcing you to kiss him. You could taste your own milk on his tongue. It was warm and a little sugary, like the dregs of a bowl of cereal, thick and creamy. 

He released your jaw and went back to work, suckling from you with a relentless vacuum, making your head spin. You didn’t know how you were able to make so much milk, but it seemed endless. You were hypnotized by the way his throat bulged as he swallowed gulp after gulp of your body’s gift, sucking you down. 

Price seemed just as hungry, and you saw how, from the corners of his mouth, tiny droplets of milk would escape and wet his beard, the white cream staining his dark hair. He teased you with his hand, leaving his cock to fend for itself as he smeared his precome all over your asshole. Then, as you rode Soap back and forth, thrusting against him with abandon, John put his finger against your puckered hole and let you push yourself onto it. As you canted your hips back, your hole would let your captain’s huge fingertip slide inside it. As you thrust forward, you would pull away, losing the feeling of fullness that he was giving you. 

It was agony. You wanted him to fuck you on his hand, or to take you with his cock — as painful as it may be without prep — anything to make you feel filled up. But he didn’t; he kept his finger right where he wanted it, letting you fuck yourself with just the tip until you felt stinging tears in the corners of your eyes. 

“Please, John… please…” You barely had any words left, but he knew what you wanted. 

He met your eyes with his own as he took a particularly long suck from your sore breast, making you watch as he coaxed your nectar into his mouth. Then, he pulled away with a swift pop, licking across your swollen nipple to soothe the pain he had caused. He smiled at you, patronizingly, teasing you still with his finger,

“Does our girl need me to fuck her tight little arse?”

You nodded, barely able to keep your eyes open, overwhelmed by the pleasure, 

“Yes, please… I need it. Need to come again. Please…”

“Fuck, bonnie. If you come again, you’ll take me with you,” Soap murmured, unwilling to take his mouth away from your tits too far, talking with his mouth half-full.

Price bent his head, returning to his rough suckling, filling his cheeks with more of your milk. But, this time, as you thrust yourself against Johnny, you felt two, curled fingers shove themselves deep inside of your asshole. Your whole body convulsed, your pussy clenching and gushing with wetness, twisting its muscles around Soap’s dick, trying to get him to fill you with his load. Your legs shuddered, unable to keep from shaking as you rode him, feeling numb as the tantalizing sensation of your stretched holes washed over you. 

John fucked you without mercy, pulling his fingers all the way out and stuffing them all the way back into your ass everytime you thrust forward and back. You were screaming, and your poor, well-used cunt was pumping itself against Soap’s rod, making heinous slick noises as you rode him. Beyond any sort of politeness or gentility, your men were noisy in their feasting as well, slurping and sucking loudly, grunting every time you clenched yourself around them. 

When Price added a third finger, you came again, your pussy quickly running out of room to accommodate them both. Soap’s hot seed burst inside of you just as he’d promised, burning your core and painting your walls with his come. 

“Oh, fuck! Johnny, fill me up. Fill me…” You slurred, letting your head hang back limply, basking in the feeling of his orgasm. 

Price took the opportunity to haul you off of Johnny’s lap and onto his own, replacing the emptiness in your pussy with his fat cock, sliding through his sergeant’s come and keeping his fingers in your ass as you rode him. 

Even though he was spent, Johnny didn’t let up on his feeding. He’d ripped a page out of Price’s playbook and was massaging your breast with both hands, squeezing out every last drop from your body. When he finally stopped suckling from your bruised nipple, he licked you, over and over, running the warm flat of his tongue across your nipple to swipe up any stray drops, chasing your peaks as you bounced on your captain’s dick. 

Price squeezed your tits in his hands, letting the one that was still full squirt all over his mouth and nose, covering himself in your cream. When he noticed Soap’s desperation, he switched positions. The sergeant fell onto his back, resting against the mattress, and the captain threw you on all fours, letting your tits dangle over Johnny’s open mouth. Then, he climbed up behind you, feeding himself back into your pussy. 

As Price fucked himself into you, your breasts swayed back and forth, your nipples rubbing across Soap’s mouth as he moved from one to the other. You felt him latch onto the left one, drinking from you in thirsty slurping gulps, his puckered lips pressing onto your flesh with as much suction as he could muster. Meanwhile, your stretched cunt was being stuffed with Price’s shaft, his head invading your deepest parts, filling up your hole over and over and over. 

Finally, when you were out of milk and practically sobbing from the brain-breaking orgasms you’d been given, he pulled out, flipping you onto your back and laying you right beside Soap, aiming his load at your bruised tits. His teeth were clenched as he grunted out his climax, painting long, white ropes of come all over your nipples. 

You looked down, unable to tell what was his and what was yours, your breasts messy and covered in cream of all kinds. John’s hands came down and rubbed his spend all over your nipples, smearing it around them like a salve. Johnny leaned over you, licking up Price’s come just as greedily as he had your milk, latching and suckling from you over and over, even if you were empty, like a greedy puppy. 

Exhausted, and with a belly full of breast milk, Price crashed to the mattress beside you and Soap. 

Standing in the doorway, Gaz and Ghost looked down at you with smug, satisfied expressions, and Garrick chuckled, 

“Better recover quick, babes. Got me workin’ up an appetite.”

[ginkgooou]

tattoos and tulips | jenni hermoso

summary: jenni surprises you with a new tattoo, reminding you of how you first met.

hi :) this was my first time writing, so please bear with me. english is not my first language.

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you loved your work, and most of your friends and family affectionately called you a workaholic. normally, you started work at 7:30 and finished at around 5:00, but today, your boss had essentially banned you from working, insisting that you take the day off.

it might have been a better start to your day if jenni hadn't had an early-morning interview, which meant you didn't get to see her until she came home from training in the late afternoon. you vaguely remembered waking up to her kissing your cheek and whispering “goodbye, mi amor” before she left the apartment and you drifted back to sleep.

after sleeping in and grabbing breakfast at the little café around the corner, you found yourself lying on the sofa, scrolling through your phone. It wasn't as if you weren’t productive at all - you had already tidied the rooms, done the laundry and taken a short trip to the grocery store. but now, there was nothing left to do.

you were doom-scrolling through tiktok for what felt like hours when you glanced at the clock and realized it was already past 5:00. confusion settled in. jenni usually came home by 4:30, and you couldn't remember her mentioning any plans after training. it was strange that she hadn't texted you either, something she always did. worried, you decided to call her.

just as you were about to press her contact, you heard keys jingling, and a moment later the door swung open.

jenni stepped through, dressed in training shorts and a loose shirt, her hair down, and her training bag slung over one shoulder. from the sofa, you watched as she kicked off her shoes and tossed her bag on the floor. when her eyes met yours, a wide grin spread across her face.

“hola, bonita. how was your day?” she asked, walking over to the couch and sitting down and moving your head on her lap. jenni gently ran her fingers through your hair, placing a kiss on top of your head. closing your eyes and relaxing under her touch, it took you a moment to respond.

“it was good. not much to do…i slept in and spent most of the day here.” you said. jenni hummed and playfully tapped your nose, making you open your eyes.

“i didn't know you were capable of having a lazy day.” she teased with a cheeky smile.

you sat up and frowned at her. “of course i can have a lazy day!” then you added quietly, "i did tidy up a little and went grocery shopping”

“por supuesto” jenni murmured, scooting closer to you, clearly not happy with the distance between you. “i missed you, amor” she cupped your cheeks and began peppering kisses all over your face. when she seemed satisfied, she pulled back slightly and looked into your eyes. you could see the love in her gaze as her thumb gently stroked your cheek.

once again, jenni leaned in, her eyes drifting to your lips before she kissed you softly.

as much as you wanted to lose yourself in the feel of her lips on yours, you couldn't shake your curiosity. “baby…” you started, trying to pull back, but jenni's hands held you in place. you tried again, “baby, please”

finally, she let go, dropping her hands into her lap and giving you a questioning look. “que pasa?”

“why did you come home so late? i thought training ended at 4:00”

“sí, it did, but I stayed for extra training. then rafa called me, so I had to talk to him.” with that, she went back to kissing you.

you shared a few more kisses before you pulled back and nudged jenni playfully, “go shower. you stink.”

jenni clutched her chest in mock offense. “ay! i do not stink”

you laughed as she pouted, sticking out her lower lip. you stood up and headed toward the kitchen to start dinner. just as you entered the kitchen, you felt jenni's arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the ground.

“jenni!”, you squealed, laughing.

“sí, that is my name.” she replied cheekily, but set you back down, keeping her arms wrapped around you tightly. “what are you making for dinner?” jenni asked, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and walking you over to the counter.

“i thought I'd make lasagna.”

jenni hummed in approval and nuzzled her face into your neck. her hands, which now rested on your waist, started to wander. she toyed with the hem of your shirt and eventually slipped them under. her fingers, tracing paths up and down your sides, made goosebumps appear on your skin. you could feel her press open-mouthed kisses against your neck.

knowing you'd get distracted if she kept going, you turned around, putting your hands on jenni's stomach to push her back.

to your surprise, she flinched slightly at the touch.

“what's wrong? did i hurt you?” you immediately moved closer, concerned, but she stepped back.

"es nada!” jenni quickly replied, though her reaction only piqued your curiosity.

“jennifer” you said more firmly, “tell me what's wrong.”

avoiding your eyes, jenni mumbled something you couldn't quite catch, fidgeting with her fingers.

“what did you say?” you asked, stepping closer again.

eventually, she met your eyes and sighed “i may have lied about what i did after training.”

you didn't say anything, waiting for her to continue.

jenni took a deep breath. “i got a new tattoo.”

you blinked. that wasn't surprising - you knew jenni loved tattoos - but you didn't understand why she'd lie about it.

“okay…but why wouldn't you tell me?”

jenni looked sheepish, an expression so unlike her. “well…” she hesitated, her voice softening, “it's a tattoo for you. i wanted it to be a surprise, but wanted to wait for it to heal before showing you.”

your heart skipped a beat. jenni had gotten a tattoo for you. you knew that she had a lot of tattoos for people that are important to her, but you couldn't quite believe that she had gotten one for you.

jenni shifted nervously under your gaze. the longer you stayed silent, the more uneasy she became. you gently took her hand and squeezed it, offering a smile.

“you really got one for me? what is it? where?”

jenni visibly relaxed at your reaction, a smile spreading across her face. “sí, i got it for you. you are the most important person in my life.” she stepped back slightly, lifting her shirt to reveal her ribcage. just below her heart were three yellow tulips, the skin around them still red.

"it's tulips. yellow ones. to remind me of how we first met.”

jenni continued talking, but you were barely listening. a warm and fuzzy feeling enveloped you, and you couldn't help but wonder what you did to deserve someone like her. jenni's small and big gestures, like this tattoo, made you fall even more for her.

at the same time, you couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed at the reminder of how your first meeting went down.

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it hadn't been a good day for jenni. she had overslept and rushed to training without breakfast. arriving late meant extra laps in the heat and to make matters worse, her performance on the pitch was terrible. her passes were off, and she was frustrated.

all she wanted was to go home and watch some mindless tv, but she had to pick up a present for a friend's birthday party. so she found herself walking through a park, with her head down, hoping no one would notice her.

of course, jenni’s wish wasn't granted today. out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone walking straight toward her, stopping right in front of jenni. with a resigned sigh, she looked up and forced a smile.

you stood there, shorter than her, looking shy but determined. there was something endearing about you. though jenni wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone, curiosity got the better of her. ”hola?”

you cleared your throat nervously. “if i had a garden, i would put our tulips together” you thrust a yellow tulip toward her, looking mortified.

jenni stared at the flower, then at you, her brain momentarily short-circuiting. she blinked, then burst into laughter - genuine, uncontrollable laughter. it wasn't the reaction you were expecting, and you stood there, frozen, still holding out the flower.

when jenni's laughter finally subsided, she smiled warmly. “that was…weird. but it made my day a little better. thank you.”

you blushed deeply, mumbling, “happy to help. i'm sorry for bothering you.”

with nithing more to add, you turned to leave. not wanting the conversation to end just yet, jenni quickly thought of something to say. settling back into her usual confident self, she let a playful smile spread across her face “well, before we put our tulips together, we should get to know each other. how about we go out sometime?”

turning back around at her words, you now held a wide-eyed expression. you stammered for a moment, before managing to respond, “i–uh…i mean…okay?”

jenni grinned, delighted. “great. i know a café. are you free on saturday?”

“yes!”, you answered eagerly, before clearing your throat and repeating more calmly, ”yes, i'm free on saturday.”

“perfect!” jenni replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watched you blush. “can i have your number? i'll text you the address and we can figure out the time.”

scrambling to unlock your phone, you handed it to jenni. she quickly added her contact info, texting herself before returning the phone to you.

just then, jenni's own phone buzzed, reminding her she had to get going. with a quick “goodbye” and a small wave, you went your separate ways.

for the rest of the day, whenever jenni thought about the encounter, a smile tugged at her lips.

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you and jenni did indeed meet up at the café and you hit it off right away. while you were still a bit awkward, jenni was confident.

a few weeks passed, and you met up whenever you could. when you weren’t together in person, you texted constantly. you both found yourselves falling in love quickly. so when Jenni asked you to be her girlfriend, the decision was an easy one.

after a few months of dating, you finally let it slip that approaching her in the park had been a dare from your friends. when you told her, she laughed and said “i'm happy they made you do it. it makes for a funny story”

“yeah well, it was embarrassing. and the fact that you tell everyone about it doesn't help!” you replied with a pout.

now she had a permanent reminder of that first encounter tattooed on her skin. studying the tattoo, you had to admit it was beautifully done, and the thought jenni had put behind it warmed your heart, despite the embarrassing backstory.

“can I touch it?” you hovered your finger over the fresh ink, looking up at jenni for permission.

"it's still healing, so no, lo siento.” she said apologetically, “but do you like it?”

“i love it.” you said with a smile. “it's beautiful.”

jenni grinned at your words and couldn't resist leaning in for a quick kiss. letting her shirt fall back down, she put her hands on your waist, gently backing you up against the counter. her eyes were filled with love as she murmured, “te quiero mucho”

she began kissing you, her kisses growing deeper and more passionate. soon, her tongue swiped over your bottom lip, seeking entrance, which you granted without hesitation.

the two of you got lost in the moment, wrapped up in each other, until a sudden rumble from jenni's stomach interrupted the mood. she pulled back, looking sheepish at the noise, while you just smiled and patted her stomach.

“i think someone’s hungry.” you teased, “go shower and i'll start on dinner.”

[hauntingkiki]

finally decided to take a shot at the SFW Alphabet, since i’ve never done one😓

and why not do it for our favorite, sloan:3

Sloan Camron SFW Alphabet

Overwatch

2nd POV

^ a fun lil playlist i made:3

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

- they are a very affectionate person! they always have to have a hand on you, like i said in the basic headcannons, they like having their arm wrapped around your waist/shoulders, or even holding your hand!

- kissing on the job isn't their go to, unless you're out party or just hanging out with coworkers!

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

- in the beginning, they were very chatty. they would tell you random facts that they know, random stories, etc. they were a little overwhelming but, as time went on, they mellowed out and you got used to their chatter

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

- they are the biggest cuddle bug known to mankind.

- they mainly prefer to be the big spoon in some way, just any position where they're holding you is their go to!

- but if work was very stressful OR if they've been gone for weeks or even months, they would want to be held by you :)

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

- they would love to settle down with you! but, it would definitely be a few years until you both did settle down due to your jobs and overwatch being a huge part of your lives, it's something you both have done for years! you can't just leave in a heart beat

- sloan is definitely the chef while you do the cleaning around the house.

- they'll make their 'camron family' dishes for you, which have been passed down for generations in their family! (they'll wash the dishes after diner)

- and you'll just sweep/vacuum, dust, clean the bathrooms.

-and you both have shared chores that you both do, like making the bed, grocery shopping, doing the laundry, etc.

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

- i personally don't think that they'll ever break up with you (also based off of some other headcannons and sfw alphabets that i've seen). they're in it for the long run, and they don't want to loose someone as amazing as you!

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

- they would definitely want to marry you, but, with work interfering with both of your lives, marriage would definitely be a later priority

- and like i said in Ending, they're in it for the long run, and hopefully you're the same!

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

- sloan is very strong (physically), and they're very aware of this aspect. like if you two horse around in your shared apartment, they'll playfully throw you on the couch/bed, but they'll never use their strength to hurt you in any physical way.

- in other words, they are a gentle giant both emotionally and physically, their emotional side a little more since they go to you about anything and everything

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

- like in Cuddle and Affection, they're very touchy so of course they love hugs and will do it as often as they can!:3

- if they haven't seen you in weeks/months due to work, then they would pick you up and spin you around. but if you're walking into their work a little late, then they'll throw their arms around you whist squeezing you gently

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

- probably after a few weeks into dating, they would let it slip by accident

- you fell ill and didn't show up to work, so sloan made a trip over to your place to you to make sure you were okay. they would make you some family dish and spoon feed it to you since they didn't want you to 'overwork' yourself. while giving you some of their food, they'd chuckle out and "i love you.", which you'd smile, swallow your food and say "i love you too." before going into a coughing fit

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

- they aren't really the jealous type, trusting you with their LIFE. i mean, you picked them out of EVERYONE! what's there to be jealous of?!

- but there would be a few times that they did get jealous, and that would be if someone was making you extremely uncomfortable, then they would get very touchy with you and start kissing you in front of said person as a "fuck off; i bagged this baddie"

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

- their kisses are very passionate and sweet, even if they're a peck on the cheek, you can feel the passion in that short moment. they have a faint orange taste, from their chapstick, and they have a faint earthy taste to them too (probably from them touching their face after manhandling a bunch of rocks and whatnot)

- they loved to be kissed anywhere on their face (preferably cheeks, lips, temple), on their tattoos, and sometimes their hands!

- they love kissing you on the lips and hands! and if you two are home alone and you're wearing a tanktop/lowcut shirt, they'll kiss you on your collarbones

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

- (kinda a headcannon) since they have a HUGE family, bunch of aunts, uncles, siblings, cousins etc, they are very good with children! at family gatherings, they will pry their nieces and nephews off of their parents and just hang out with them:)

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

- they usually wake up before you, like an hour or so, so while they wait they'll be reading on of their many history books while they wait for you to wake up:)

- unless it was a rough night where you had to sleep on the couch, they'll call out for you while looking around the apartment before joining you on the small ass couch, which wakes you up.

"Y/N?? oh, there you are." *squeezes next to you on the couch*(aka laying on top of you)

*gasping for air* "SLOAN GET OFF!!"

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

- surprisingly, getting ready for bed is quite easy for the two of you, unlike the other half of the day.

- your routine;

shower(if necessary)

change into pajamas

brush your teeth

get into bed (plus anything else you do to get ready for bed)

- sloan's routine;

clean piercing

shower

change into pajamas

brush their teeth

get into bed

- the two of you will fall asleep with sloan holding you, your head in their chest while you listen to their heart beat

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

- when you two started off as friends, they kinda already ripped the bandaid off, talking about their life and whatnot

- but as you two got closer and started dating, they started to share more personal things about themselves to you that not many know about, so they trust you very much

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

- it takes a lot for sloan to break down, but if someone pushes their buttons just right, they might crack.

- and they usually get more frustrated with themselves than at you, so they'll just need a quick breather to calm down before talking to you about their feelings

- they would NEVER in a million years, use you as an outlet to let their anger out, they're not that kind of person and believe that people who do that to others are horrible human beings

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

- "n/n!! look at what i got you!"

"you got me tickets for (fav. band)?!"

"yeah! i remembered you said you liked them during our first sleepover!"

"...MONTHS AGO."

- they will not forget anything you say, they have lists a upon lists of all of your favorite things and things you dislike

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

- they definitely love when you two first met, your milestone anniversaries (6 months, 1 year, etc.)

- they love all their moments with you! just hanging out with them is the best!

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

- they can be somewhat protective, like i said in Jealousy, they trust you so much, they aren't very protective

- they usually protect you during matches when you're loosing a fight

- when the two of you are exploring/in caves, sloan is more cautious than protective, having you at their HIP at all times in case something falls

- they LOVE IT when you come in to help them in a fight during a match, gives them butterflies!

- they also enjoy it when you act a little bitchy towards people who were being mean to them/giving them weird looks, makes them all flustered:3 (besides their coworkers, they all fuck with each other and make harmless jabs with everyone)

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

- you know damn well they would spend their life savings on something to make you the happiest!

- they put in so much time and effort into gifts, dates, anniversaries, you sometimes have to postpone them due to how much effort they're putting into them

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

- one habit of theirs is their unstoppable chatter. and they're aware of this, and they're working on it!

- and another habit is when they take up the whole bed

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

- sloan isn't too worried about their looks, unless it's an important event (family hangout, date, anniversary, etc.) otherwise, if you both are just eating ramen in your apartment, they couldn't care less

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

- yes. no question asked.

- NEXT!

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

- their grandma (their dads mom) was also an archeologist! so sloan has a really good bond with her!(id like to believe that she’s the one sloan talks about in the game)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

- someone who doesn't want to try new things. sloan wants someone who's willing to try and experience their hobbies and vise versa.

- they also don't want anyone who shits on anyone in their (sloan's) family. their family is everything to them, sloan's family is their rock (pun intended) and they love everyone equally

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

- you will fall asleep in their arms and you will wake up in their arms. yes, a different sleeping position, but you'll be in their hold no matter what

- they're a light snorer, which is very good

- heavy sleeper too, all thanks to all the noise in their house growing up

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if you guys are interested, i MIGHT do the nsfw one, but only if that's something you guys are wanting to read!:)

[writingdumpster]

chores

pairing: Moon Boys x reader (mainly Marc)

warnings: none

summary: Marc is insecure because he struggles with household chores after you move in together.

word count: 1.3k

You moved in with the boys about two weeks ago. It was wonderful and you couldn’t be happier. You woke up next to one of the boys and went to bed next to one of them too. You got to see all of them every day now that you lived together and always had time in private. You had never felt more at home before you moved in with them. 

You and the boys were all settling into a domestic routine. Jake cooked. Steven did the laundry and dishes. You cleaned the house. Marc hadn’t figured out his place yet. One Sunday evening you had brought home a new dresser kit for the bedroom. Marc put the box on the floor of your bedroom. He started to open it. 

“You don’t have to build it now, baby,” you told Marc. You had seen Marc try to put together furniture before and it never went well. You had intended to wait for Jake to take care of it. 

“I can do it,” Marc said. 

“Just leave it,” you tried. “We can watch a movie.” Marc knew what you were doing. He knew he struggled with building furniture. He felt like he was failing at all of the domestic tasks. It made him feel like he wasn’t taking care of you well enough. He wanted to prove himself. 

“It’s fine, sweetheart. I’ll do it now,” Marc insisted. He spent the next four hours sitting on your bedroom floor hammering, screwing and unscrewing, tightening and loosening, but he couldn’t get the dresser together. You had been bugging him to leave it alone after the first hour. He refused to come to the table for dinner, Steven forcing his way into the body so that he could eat for Marc. 

You took a shower, brushed your teeth, and got into your pajamas. You read on your bed while Marc worked. You glanced over at the clock and realized it was almost 11:00. You put your book to the side and slid off the bed. Marc was still sitting on the floor. You came up behind him and put your hands on his shoulders, rubbing out the knots that had formed after hunching over the ground for so long. 

“Let’s go to bed. You can finish it in the morning,” you called. 

“We shouldn’t leave all the pieces loose on the floor. It could be dangerous,” Marc said. You sighed. 

“You’ve been trying for four hours, baby,” you said. 

“I can do it,” he said. 

“I know you can, honey,” you assured him. “But it’s late. I want to go to sleep and I want you in bed with me.” You kissed the top of his head. 

“I can’t go to bed if it’s not finished,” Marc said. You sighed. 

“Marc, baby, I want to go to bed. Please just let Jake do it,” you begged. Marc took a deep breath. 

“Fine,” he relented. A second later Jake was looking up at you from the floor. 

“I’ve got this, mi amor,” Jake said. “Don’t worry.”

“Thank you, querido,” you called. The dresser was finished in a little less than twenty minutes. 

���All done,” he said. Jake stood up, pushing the dresser next to his. He turned around to see you standing there. You leaned up on your toes and gave him a sweet kiss.

“Thank you,” you said. “Can I see Marc? I think he needs me.” Jake nodded. 

“He does,” Jake said. Marc took over the body again. He looked behind himself and saw the finished dresser. He sighed. He turned back to face you. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” Marc said dejectedly. “I can’t seem to do anything right around here.” You gave him a sad smile. 

“Come sit with me, honey,” you took one of his hands and pulled him towards the bed. The two of you settled on the bed. Marc leaned against the headboard and you sat cross legged facing him from his side. His head was against the headboard, eyes looking up at the ceiling as he pouted. You reached out and took his hand in yours, giving it a squeeze. 

“You know that you do more than enough for the family, don’t you?” You asked. 

“I don’t do anything,” Marc said. “I can’t do anything.” 

“Baby, you do so much,” you said. Marc scoffed. 

“Do you know that you’re always the one who showers for Jake?” You asked. “And you always set the alarm when Steven has work. You put Jake’s keys back in the bowl when he forgets them in his pocket and whenever Steven loses his bus pass you always go get him a new one.” Marc still looked disappointed in himself. “When I was sick last week you were the one who got my medicine. You drew my bath and rubbed my shoulders,” you reminded him. 

“But–” Marc started to argue. 

“I know you have trouble doing chores, but you take care of us. You do things for the others that they don’t even realize. I’m sure you do things for me that I don’t notice either,” you said. “You do enough for our family, Marc,” you assured him. 

“It’s just…I feel like if I didn’t have them I wouldn’t be able to take care of you,” you said. 

“Honey, you know how to do the dishes and you’ve cooked for me before. You lived on your own for years. Just because we all have a little easier time with chores doesn’t mean you can’t do them,” you said. “You just don’t have to now. You have us. And we have you too.” 

“Is that enough? Me?” Marc asked. You gave him a soft smile as your heart broke in your chest. You knew he was insecure about himself. You didn’t know how to make it clear that he was enough. For you. For the family. For the world. You reached out and cupped Marc’s cheek in your hand. He leaned into your touch. 

“Marc, baby, you’re more than enough. You’re everything,” you said.

“You promise? You won’t leave if I can’t keep Jake and Steven around?” Marc asked. Your eyebrows furrowed together. 

“Leave? Marc, I would never leave you. Any of you. All of you,” you assured him. He nodded hesitantly. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I just never feel like I’m enough for you,” he admitted. You let out a small sigh. You rubbed your thumb against his cheek. 

“I know, baby,” you said. “But you are,” you told Marc. He nodded. He laid down, cuddling into your chest as you slid down the bed with him. You ran your fingers through his curls as he lay there, your other arm wrapping around his body. 

“I love you,” Marc said. You smiled softly. You knew why he was saying it. He wanted to hear it back from you. It wasn’t a problem for you. You would tell him every time he wanted to hear it. He didn’t need to say it back. Most of the time he didn’t have to ask. You turned your head to the side and kissed his forehead before whispering against his hair. 

“I love you more than anything, Marc,” you assured him. 

“Do you want to sleep with Steven?” Marc asked. “I know you haven’t seen him much today.” He would give every opportunity for you to choose someone else, purely because he didn’t think he deserved to be chosen. 

“I want you, Marc. Stay right here.” Marc nodded against you. 

“Don’t let me go,” he begged. You gave him a squeeze. 

“Never.”

[harrysmimi]

Little Lad

Synopsis: One where Harry has to take care of his baby on his own for the first time

More of my work

Little Emir was just nine months old and already a big mama's boy.

Harry was very jealous of that really, both ways, that little stole away his wife, and he clearly loves his mum more. But he also cherishes that, seeing his bany have such and amazing relationship with his Mummy already.

YN owned one of the most busy and known Bakery Cafe in the city, which meant her being busy with work most of the time though she still made time for her family. She had a last minute client come in with a huge wedding cake request, which her and her team of course did not deny. But that meant she sad to spend all night at bakery to het the order ready. His anxiety started to settle in when she called in after lunch to tell him she will home very late.

Harry can get through this, right?

He have been on a break since he wife was eight months pregnant. He has been there tending to his little lad along with bis wife. But god did he not except for a full breakdown from his nine month old boy.

All day Harry spent his time, cleaning up after the little boy. It seemed this much when he'd gotten so used to help of his wife. The laundry was a hassle. Washing up the poopy diaper and tiny clothes without anyone by his side.

He had Emir sat by the side on a little blanket with his toys to keep him busy as he did the laundry and dishes for the day. Hearing his little baby talk.

"What are you doing?" He asked, watching his lad be all fascinated by this new toy his mum got him, wood measuring spoons which he could chew on too. He threw it across the room, bunch of spoons went straight to the electronic appliances and started crawling his way to the toy. Harry didn't understand his play time one bit. "No, don't go there!" He picked him back up and fetched his toys.

But is Emir going to listen? He's a little baby!

It happened once, twice, thrice. Harry gave up and moved up all the appliances on the counter. Did it make a huge mess in the kitchen? Yes! At least his little boy isn't going to hurt himself.

There were house chores he had to get all done so his wife can come home and rest after working for hours and hours straight. Being a pastry chef is hard enough. He just wanted to help but he couldn't when he has a baby who is full of energy and adrenaline being introduced to his new toys this week.

Emir takes up after him for that, he would agree.

Harry's the same whilst on stage performing to his fans.

But this was exhausting for him to do everything on his own, plus his anxiety was doing nothing but add fuel to the fire. The boy kept running into things or getting himself stuck in things. He never noticed how easy it is to have another person around to help. It's usually him and his wife doing all the mundane things together, it is easy that way as there is always someone with a baby who had just learned to crawl. And he's a quick crawler.

Harry was becoming more and more tired having to run around after him, or calm him down after very fifteen minutes when he'd go to wash some dishes or get the laundry all sorted, or get the cats fed and clean up their litter boxes. Or when he prepared for dinner for himself and the boy.

Emir had a nappy burst when Harry thought he had gotten five minutes to sit down and breathe. The bath time was traumatising, with Emir screaming and crying for no reason. That's when Harry realised it was long after his nap time and he was sleepy and tired and hungry as well.

"It's okay my love, Papa's here for you." He assured his little boy after he had calmed himself down, which wasn't for more than three minutes. "I love you." Harry wiped his teary eyes with the pads of his thumbs, wrapped him up in a towel burrito before taking him to the master bedroom. He got the little lad dressed in his sleep onesie and brought him downstairs.

"I'm so sorry, Papa is having a hard time with your Mumma gone." He shared as he had him settled into his highchair, "I'm trying my very best, I promise." He felt bad.

Seeing Emir's tired eyes teary, as he was almost dozing off to sleep without having been eaten, it was his fault that he couldn't look after his son when his wife is stuck at work. Only if he could keep track of time properly and have fed him first than getting distracted by cooking and cleaning and doing the laundry. He felt a heavy pit in his stomach of guilt.

"Come on, Emir eat up then we can go to bed." Harry was feeding the little boy his dinner. He was all strapped up in his high chair, busy playing babbling and smacking his hands on the table still tired and worm out to the fullest.

"Mumma-mumma-mumma." He started his squealing. He learned to call both his parents recently.

"Mummy is working, my baby," Harry talked to him, "is that good?" He cooed watching him take a bite of the little rice porridge he made from YN's mum's recipe. "I know it's not as good as your mum makes it, but we can make it due."

His phone started ringing, "oh look, it's your mummy!" Harry answered the face time call from YN and perched up his phone against Emir's water bottle.

"Hello boys!" YN chirped. Harry saw she was kneading some pink fondant. "Are my lads doing lad things that lads do cause lads are cool?" Harry laughed at that.

"Mamma!" Emir squealed.

"Hello my love, are you eating your dinner?" YN said.

"I don't know how you do this." Harry spoke up.

"What?"

"Feed him, he's so wiggly!" Harry exclaimed trying to give Emir another little spoon full of food. "See! This is why I took up on bottle feeding." YN just laughed. Harry's very afraid to spoon feed him because he's afraid that the metal cutlery is going to hurt his boy somehow. He loves to sit with his with a bottle of milk or formula, that's a good bonding activity as well.

"I probably sound like a horrible person, but — Emir come on, darling!" Harry was close to having a breakdown.

"Harry, it's okay, love. You're doing good he just looks a bit tired." He watched her take her phone and head out of the kitchen telling her employees what to do next whilst she talked for a minute on the call. "It's okay!"

"I don't know, I've been anxious all day." He shared, "you do it all so flawlessly."

Honestly she doesn't. He had seen her make mistakes too but she knows how to quickly move on and fix her mistakes. He didn't know how she does that, really. He reckons it's because she lived with her older brother who's got three kids here in London until she married. She always talked about baby sitting the babies when her brother and his wife would go out, for work or whatever it was.

"And that's okay, okay?" She assured him, "I am so sorry I can't come back home right now. You're already doing so good."

"I hope so, he hasn't eaten anything, I forgot to put him down for a nap earlier as I got caught up with the chores." Harry pouted still trying his best to have his little boy fed. "What do I do!?"

"Harry, look at me," she demanded so he did, "play with him for a bit and then try again. If that doesn't work then give him some formula."

"Okay." He nodded. Emir knocked off the bowl of rice, spilling it all over himself. "Oh god, I'm gonna cry!"

The little boy started laughing finding it humourous.

"Yeah, you find it funny huh?" Harry scoffed. Can he be mad at that adorable face? He placed a kiss on his boy's head.

"Anyway, Harry I'll be home after midnight so please don't wait up for me okay?" YN shared.

"Do you have too much work?" Harry looked concerned looking at his tired wife. Yeah, she hasn't been working that much since Emir's birth, but the breast feeding and everything which comes post delivery was taking a toll on her, physically. He hated to see that. He felt bad to even ask that question.

"No, almost done here." She shared, looking down at her work station, "just a handful of things to sort out then, Jay and Kat will be delivering the cake tomorrow at the venue."

"Okay, drive home, yeah?"

"Mhmm, I will." She nodded, "please don't be hard on yourself. Give him some formula and he'll be off to sleep."

"Yeah. I love you."

"I love you too!" YN blew a kiss each to both her boys before she hung up.

"You're a proper lad, aren't you?" Harry sighed and scooped up his son out of his highchair carefully. "Being so rowdy today."

Emir just laughed and shied away, hiding in his dad's chest. Harry chuckled and brought him in the kitchen with him, propping the baby on his hip he made a bottle of formula. "Let's go lounge on the sofa, hmm?"

Harry got comfy with his baby on the sofa, draping the fluffy throw on the boy to keep him warm. Emir just lied on his chest having his meal all sleepy yet it didn't seem like he wanted to sleep.

"Mumma!" He squealed looking at his dad.

"No, baby I'm Papa." Harey laughed. "Can you say Papa?"

"Papa!" He squealed again.

"Yay!" Harry celebrated, pressing sloppy kisses on his chubby cheeks. "I'm really sorry, my love. I was having a bad day today." He felt guilty for having him wait up for dinner. "I hope you aren't mad at me. Mumma is a really good help, isn't she? But she's stuck at work today. I know we shouldn't rely on her but this was the first time were together, isn't it? We had a lads day in today. Well, more like you had a proper lad day. Where did you get all the energy from, hmm?"

Emir just sighed dramatically, resting his head back on his dad's chest. All snuggled up he was starting to fall asleep.

Harry adores his little boy. He worried the day he was born because he didn't had that love-at-first-sight connection with him. It took him time to learn about him. His little boy was a new human and he felt like he needed to get to know him first, but there was no doubt he would protect the little bundle of joy with his life. It took some time to make peace with it all, that it was okay to feel that way.

Now they're both inseparable. Even though Emir is more of his Mumma's boy, he still manages to have fun with his Papa.

Today just added to that all that guilt for him.

The next thing Harry knew was feeling gentle taps on his arm. "Harry, do you wanna go sleep in our bed?" It was his wife he found when he finally opened his eyes and found his boy missing.

"Where did Emir go?" He panicked.

"I put him in his cot." She shared, "do you wanna go upstairs and get comfortable?"

"Yeah, sorry I fell asleep here." He sighed, "when did you get back?"

"Just fifteen minutes ago."

"Hmm, let's go upstairs and sleep. I am so tired." He got up to follow after her, "did you manage to get the order done?"

"Yeah, we did." She yawned making him giggle, "sorry I'm very tired."

"So am I, love." He draped his arm around her waist, tuck her closer to him.

"How did your day go?"

"Oh, don't ask!" He sighed dramatically. "I still feel bad, you know." He was walking straight to bed giving her space to go get ready to join him but, she stopped him.

"It's okay, Harry." She cooed, "come sit here. Please?"

"Come on." He walked her to their bed.

"You don't have to feel bad, okay? I know you tried your best, he knows you did." She assured him, stood in between his thighs to hug him.

"But I don't know if he ate properly." His voice was low as he sniffled, his face buried in her chest. "I got so distracted."

"Harry he's a baby, he'll wake us up if he's hungry." She said, running her fingers through his hair, "you know it's okay to make mistakes I'm sure he isn't even going to remember anything in the morning. We'll do one thing, let's bring him over to sleep in our bed tonight, yeah?"

Harry doesn't like that. He'd insisted on sleep training their baby since he turned six months old, but he agreed today.

"Yeah!" He nodded.

"Harry? You're crying?" She cooed and bent down to look at him. "It's okay, I promise."

"I, I know. I just can't help it." He chuckled sheepishly. YN smiled and wiped away his tears with her sweater paws, press a few sloppy kisses on his either of cheeks.

"I brought made your favourite cake pops." She reminded him, "kept them away in the fridge for you."

"You did?" His face lit up instantly.

"Mhmm." She nodded, "the ones with chocolate cake and coffee butter cream."

"Oh I love you so much!" With his arms wrapped around her middle he pulled her down, flipping them over he buried her down in the mattress.

"Oh my..." She laughed, "I should have told you that earlier."

"Yeah!" He agreed. "You should have!" Lifting his head up from her neck to look at her, he pressed sloppy wet kisses all over her face.

"Now don't go eat them all cuz I used a lot of coffee in it." She explained, "you won't be sleeping tonight then."

"I'll go bring our little lad in then, leave you to relax and do your skincare and stuff." He gave her another peck on the mouth before he lifted himself off her.

"Mhmm."

When YN returned from taking a shower and doing her skincare, he found her boy fast asleep. Emir lied on his side in the middle spooning his small teddy tucked under his arms. Harry lied just behind him with his hand rested on his little tummy.

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Hitting the Expensive Jewellery Bingo Square

You’re playing with the baby when Tig gets in that night. Both you and Matty are lying on his playmat, his tiny fist clasped around your finger as he kicks his legs and burbles to you. Tig can’t help but smile at the sight, he never expected to fall in love, have a family but here you are with his son, in the home the two of you share.

When he puts Matty down in his crib that night, he spends a long time standing over his son, watching the raise and fall of his chest.  Sometimes he can’t believe that this is real, that he can be this lucky. He knows he doesn’t deserve it, he’s done some terrible shit in his life but when he looks at you and Matty, he counts his blessings because he’s never been as happy as he is with the two of you.

You’re folding laundry in the bedroom when he finds you. You smile as he wraps his arms around your body, drawing you back against his chest. He buries his face into the curve of your neck, his lips trailing lightly over your skin.

“You know I’d be a shitty husband right?” He murmurs into your ear as you reach up behind you, your fingers threading through his unruly dark curls.

“I’d be a shitty wife.” You remind him.

It’s a familiar conversation. The women in his life before, they wanted to settle, get married. Crow eaters aspire to become old ladies and getting pregnant is the ideal way to trap a man. It doesn’t matter with who.

You’ve always been an anomaly in his life, unpredictable and unrelenting. You don’t want a ring on your finger, you don’t agree with what it symbolises, you belong to yourself and yourself only.

 For Tig the idea of marriage feels like a stranglehold, he’s been there done that and he hated every single second of it. The love he has for you it goes far beyond anything he’s ever felt for anyone else but a wedding ring isn’t where it leads.

He withdraws the necklace from the pocket of his jeans, his fingers fiddling with the clasp before he drapes it around your neck. Your fingertips skate over the three little circlets entwined together, gold for him, silver for Matty and rose gold for you. He’d had it made especially by a jeweller up in Stockton because whilst neither of you wants a ring, he wants to show his commitment to you, his dedication.

“I love you Suzy.” He whispers as you settle back into his arms, his cheek coming to rest upon the top of your head. “I hope you know just how much.”

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Eddie Munson x plus size reader

After finally graduating high school, Eddie has a revelation about what he wants to do with his life

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, Eddie’s slightly insecure about money, fluff

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The small trailer was a mess, half-eaten snacks and empty solo cups scattered around every flat surface. But you hummed happily as you cleaned, unbothered by the vast amount of work you had to do in order to get the place looking half decent again. 

As you walked by the lump on the ratty couch, you bent down and gave it a kiss, receiving a tired grumble in reply as it shifted in its sleep. You couldn’t fault Eddie though, you knew how tired he was after a full week of celebrations. He had, after all, finally graduated high school and with straight B’s at that! 

You were so proud of your boyfriend and so, you were more than happy to take care of the clean-up of the massive party his friends threw him, even if your back aches and your arms are sore from scrubbing. “Baby?” Eddie’s voice was thick with sleep, the syllables slurring together.

“Oh love, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He shook his head as he sat up, his wild curls flying in a million different directions. He rubbed his eyes with the butt of his hands as if trying to wipe away the exhaustion that still lingered. 

“Didn’t wake me up.” He groaned, holding out his arms for you. Rolling your eyes, you dropped the rag you were using into the small laundry pile in the corner before joining your boyfriend on the couch. Eddie grunted happily as you sat between his open thighs so your chest could rest against his own. His hands, warmed from sleep, settled on your wide hips underneath your oversized sweatshirt.

“Had a weird dream.” There was a flash of black as he let his head fall to the crook of your neck. You didn’t hesitate to wrap yourself around his brand shoulders, letting your hands tangle in his hair just the way he liked. 

“Good weird or bad weird?” You asked against his scalp. He sighed against your skin.

“Just weird.” And you thought that was that but Eddie began to speak again, his voice soft with anxiety. “You were there and-and we were in the trailer but it was bigger and a little newer. You were cooking breakfast-“

“That’s nothing new.” You scoffed and in retaliation, your precious boyfriend bit your collarbone. 

“‘M not done yet so don’t interrupt. You were cooking breakfast and I was standing behind you and my hands were on your stomach. You were pregnant, I could feel him kicking. And then, there was this little voice from behind us I turned around and there she was-“ He swallowed thickly, “She looked just like me but she had your eyes. And she was just standing there with this cute little pout complaining about how I was cuddling you and not her. It all felt so real.”

“That sounds like a good dream Eddie.” You murmured as you ran your fingers up and down his back. He muttered something that you didn’t quite catch. “What was that babe?”

With slow movements, he pulled away from you, revealing the tears that gathered in his big brown eyes. “I don’t want it to be a dream, I want a family with you.” 

“Oh baby.” You cooed and forced him back into your embrace as his tears began to fall. He held you tightly as if scared you would run away from him for exposing his deepest thoughts. “I want that too, one day maybe after I finish college though.”

“Really?” He asked with a disbelieving tone, “But I can’t give you a big house like Harrington, we’ll be stuck in this stupid fucking trailer park, working our asses off for nothing. That’s not the life you deserve, it’s not what they deserve.” A large palm came to rest on your lower stomach as if you were already crying his babies.

You cupped the back of his hand, intertwining your fingers but not pulling him away. “Edward Munson, you listen to me when I say this: I don’t need any of that crap, I just need you. You are my home, you always have been and all of that other stuff is just that, stuff. No matter what the future brings, we’ll always have each other and that’s more than enough for me.” 

You can feel his smile as he finally relaxes into you. “I would just ask one thing baby.”

“Anything.” He replies, his lips now pressing sweet kisses to your skin.

“Dustin can’t be godfather.” Eddie chuckled.

You giggled as he flipped you over and pinned you to the couch, a wide smile now spread across his pink lip. “Perfect but it can’t be Harrington either. So now that we’ve got that sorted, when can we start on that dream of mine?” 

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Pairing: Emily Prentiss x SubFem!Reader Category: Lil bit smutty. Nothing graphic, but still 18+ ONLY PLEASE Summary: You’re exhausted after back to back cases, and some friends ask if you wanna ‘hang out’ that weekend. Seems like the perfect way to destress. Then you run into your boss at a sex club. Content Warning: Brief mention of a missing child case, Dom/Sub dynamics, talks of non-penetrative BDSM scenes, submissive relationship to a male/female couple, Bi reader, oral, sex toys. Word Count: 2981 A/N: So I posted this forever ago, then lost ~everything~ on my memory card. But, I managed to recently save a few things, this being one of them, but I lost everything else I wrote for it, so for now, it will remain a one-shot. Someone was asking where it went, so I thought I'd at least post the first chapter. ALSO the names James and Natasha are also used for characters, just in case that happens to be your name. Cause seeing my own name in a fic throws me sometimes.

To say you were tired was the understatement of the century. The team had gotten back from one case, only for Garcia to meet you in the bullpen with an apologetic look and a file in hand. JJ, Matt and Rossi had excused themselves to call their families before joining the rest of you in the briefing room. And it was a bad one. A kid had gone missing that afternoon. From a park in the middle of the day. You had until the jet was refuelled and you were off again. Thankfully, and against what all the statistics told you, you found the boy after two days alive. He was scared and hungry, but you’d been able to reunite him with his family. Given the police presence, the unsub hadn’t managed to do anything to the kid; too scared of getting caught. When you found the scumbag, you’d managed to give him a black eye as he tried to escape, and then watched as he begged for some kind of mercy while he was taken way in cuffs. The exhaustion of it all seemed worth with when JJ had pulled up to the scene with the boys parents, and they ran out to embrace their son. The case ended as well as it could of done given everything, and the entire team passed out when on the jet home.

It was a Friday afternoon when you got back, and Emily had instructed you all go straight home, and not to come back till Monday. No one argued. You opted to call a cab. Two demanding cases, very little sleep, and your diet for over a week now had been mostly coffee and whatever was in the closest vending machine. You figured it’d be best not to drive. Upon returning home you had dropped your bag at the door, kicked your shoes off and promptly fell forward onto your couch, falling quickly to sleep.

After a few hours though, the awkward way you fell overpowered the need for sleep, and you woke up stiff and unsure of the time. Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself up. You stretched your hands above your head, and brought them down to rub your face. You took advantage of the burst of energy you now had, knowing it wouldn’t last long, and set about doing the laundry from your go bag, and heading for a decent shower.

Clean, dry and now in comfier clothes, you head back to the couch, find something to watch and order takeout for dinner. You had just finished the food when your phone buzzed.

Your stomach dropped. You almost didn’t want to look. The dread of a new case coming up and Garcia was calling you back in. But, reluctantly, you reached out for the phone, and let out a sigh of relief when you saw the message was from James.

James: Hey, me and Nat are going out tomorrow night. Would love for you to join if you’re free?

A smirk crossed your face.

You: Great timing. Would love to! Normal place?

James: Actually, we were thinking somewhere new. Been a few times, you’ll like it, promise ;) Will send you the address x

You had met James and Natasha not long after you’d moved to the area. After settling in, at home and work, you’d decided you should look into places that helped you… de-stress. You had a stressful job after all, and what better way to relax then to get back on the scene?

It had taken a little research, but you had found a few clubs around. Then on your free weekends, you’d sampled them out. It was just in the second club you’d met James and Natasha. You had been taking a walk around, just checking the place out and maybe sticking around some rooms to watch the couples or groups in there. They had been by the bar when you’d ordered a drink, and James came over, had complimented your dress, and pointed out he’d never seen you around before.

“Well, I’ve just moved here.” You smiled at the man. “So am scouring the local scene.”

He nodded. “Ah, well then welcome! I’m James, very nice to meet you.” You shook his hand, laughing a little with him. Then he pointed to a little table, where a pretty woman was sat watching the two of you. “And that over there is Natasha.”

You gave her a little wave, and she smiled at you as she sipped her own drink.

“And, if you like,” James continued. “We would be interested in showing you around.”

You had stayed with them for most of the night. The three of you made polite conversation while you finished your drinks, and they gave you a tour of the club. During said tour, they had quickly expressed their interest in having you join them some time. You had learned they the two of them were also in a romantic relationship, and while on the scene, James was dominant, while Natasha was a switch. They were looking for someone who would like to be a submissive to the both of them when Natasha was in a dom mind set. And given the fact they were both very attractive people, and you fell naturally into a submissive role, you too were interested in the proposal. You still wanted to get to know them a little more before agreeing, to which they agreed, so when their small tour was over, you had written down your number, and let them get on with their plans for the evening.

You got a text from Natasha the next day, asking if you were still interested, and if you’d want to meet up to discuss things further if you were. Texting back right away, they’d met you for lunch that same afternoon, and you’d talked more about limits, and set up some rules and boundaries. The main thing for them was that it wasn’t sex. You understood, they weren’t just BDSM partners, they were in a romantic relationship, and neither were comfortable with the other having sex with someone else. Oral and the use of toys were on the table, but no penetrative sex. Not having any issue with that, the conversation moved to your own limits. They had agreed with you on most of your hard limits, and took careful note of the soft. You’d gone over your sexual health, and had agreed to meet them for a proper scene the following Saturday.

It was pretty light compared to some of the stuff the three of you do know, but they hadn’t wanted to push you too much too soon. But it was amazing.

All that was about a year ago now. Your relationship to the couple only grew stronger in that time. You could trust them in a scene like no one else. And as the trust grew, you had been willing to try out new stuff for them. They acknowledged that you did still want to have sex, and so long as you let them know and got tested before you’d meet up with them again, they were okay with it. They always stayed with you afterwards in case you dropped, and they never got mad or upset if you got called in for a case last minute. They didn’t know exactly what you did for a job, just that you could get called away at a moment’s notice. Eventually, Natasha had even been submissive alongside you sometimes, with James in control of you both. So when James text you about a new place, it didn’t worry you in the slightest.

***

They were both waiting outside for you. And from their posture alone, you could tell it was only you being the submissive one tonight. The though made you grin as you rushed over to them.

“Well don’t you look pretty.” Natasha put her hand under your chin. The gesture giving you that warm, dizzy feeling. The stress of the past week had been a lot, and you were more than ready for tonight. As a result, you slipped into a sub space pretty quick, and they could tell, as you leaned into Natasha’s touch.

James smirked. “Eager tonight, are we sweetheart?”

You just hummed and nodded, your hands reaching out to them both.

They lead you inside, and James took you to a small table in the corner. Natasha had gone to the bar, and grabbed the three of you a quick drink. Nothing alcoholic. James had strict rules about going into a scene sober. Natasha had drunk hers quickly, then left the table, telling you she was going to get the room ready. The glint in her eyes as she spoke made you giddy, and you wrapped your arms around James.

“What are we doing tonight?” You asked.

“Well, we’re in room five.” He grinned at you, putting his arm around your shoulders.

“And what happens in room five?”

“Depends on whether or not you behave.”

You faked a gasp. “I always behave!”

He just chuckled at you.

As you finished your drink, you set the glass on the table with the other two.

James rubbed your back. “How about you be a good girl, and take those back to the bar, hm? Then we can go find Nat.”

You bit down on your tongue at the pet name, and were quick to move, collecting the glasses carefully in your hands and making your way through the crowd. The bartender smiled at you as you put them down, and you turned back. Walking straight into someone as you did.

“Oh I’m-” The words stuck in your mouth and your stomach dropped, as you looked at the woman in front of you with wide eyes.

Emily.

Emily Prentiss.

Your literal actual boss. Eyes also wide in surprise.

You snapped your mouth shut. “I, erm… Hello.” You gave a nervous smile.

“Hey...” She said slowly.

“So… This is happening…” Your eyes wondered down her body, suddenly very awake of the tight, revealing black outfit she was wearing.

It looked good.

No! Stop it. She’s your boss.

…Your boss in a very well fitted outfit at a sex club!

“Apparently.” She said, her voice seemingly calmer than it was a second ago.

Your eyes snapped up to hers, realising you were staring at… not at her face. She smirked a little bit, and you could feel your cheeks getting warmer. Any trace of shock or surprise had vanished from her face, and she was looking at you with a amused glint in her eyes.

“Umm… I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say here…”

“Don’t think there’s anything you’re supposed to say.” She raised an eyebrow and took a sip of the drink in her hand.

She was acting so casual about this. Like you’d ran into her at the store.

How was she being so calm about this? So composed?

“You’re a dom?” The question was out of your mouth before you could stop it. And you immediately smacked a hand over your mouth.

IDIOT!

She huffed a laugh. And you noticed the way her eyes quickly looked you up and down “You think I’d be anything else?”

You shrugged, dropping your hands. “I dunno!” You flapped your hands at her. “You’re my boss. I not supposed to think about that.”

She stared at you, and bit the tip of her tongue. “Not supposed to, hm? Not don’t?”

You blinked. “What?”

Her tongue ran across her lower lip, and her eyes bore into you. “You said you’re not supposed to think about it. Not that you don’t think about it. Just an interesting choice of words.” She lifted her shoulders slightly and gave you a smug look.

“I-” You found yourself speechless again. “I mean I…” You took a deep breath. “I have to go!” And you went to stomp passed her.

Of course you’d thought about it, had she seen herself? Can’t say you ever had the whole sleeping with your boss fantasy before you joined the team. But you couldn’t admit that!

“I have.” You froze. “For what it’s worth.” Spinning back on your heel, you looked back to see her shrug, taking another sip of her drink nonchalantly. She didn’t break eye contact.

Was she saying that she… No. There’s no way. She thought about you? Like that? Like this? No. She’s just in a dom space while she knows your in a sub space. She’s playing. Just taking control of an awkward- and potentially job-jeopardising- situation?

Your mouth opened and closed a few times, and your heart was hammering inside your chest, as you tried to figure out a response. She only smirked behind her glass as she waited.

Then two hands came down protectively on your shoulders.

“Everything okay here?” It was James.

You span around to see him looking at Emily.

“It’s fine, I promise!” You assured him, and he looked at you to check for any deception. “We just, um, know each other…” His body language shifted. Running into people you know from else where was something that was better sorted out sooner rather than later. You never had until now, and you certainly never expected it to be your boss if it did happen.

He gave Emily a quick look again, who was apparently unfazed by the man. She looked him up and down, before her gaze fell back to you.

James nodded at you. “Nat’s almost ready.”

“I’m right behind you.”

James gave your arms a quick squeeze, giving you a moment.

“Seems nice.” Emily said once he was out of ear shot, in a way that you couldn’t tell if she was being genuine or not.

“Yeah, he is. They both are.” You told her, though your mind was stuck on what she said a moment before.

“Both?” She raised an eyebrow, a tone of surprise to her voice.

You shifted a little bit, looking down. The team didn’t know about your sexuality. Not that you thought they’d think badly of it if they did, it just never seemed to come up at any point. And the longer it went that you didn’t tell them, it just seemed to be more awkward to bring up. “I, um, yeah… James and Natasha.” Taking a deep breath you looked back up to Emily. “I met them not long after I moved here. They were looking for a sub, I was looking for a new partner, so…” You trailed off, giving a small shrug.

She hummed. “You moved her over a year ago, why have we not run into each other before?”

That’s what she was taking away from that admission? “Um, well we normally go somewhere else.”

“Ah, well then.”

Silence fell over the two of you, and you didn’t really want to leave James and Natasha waiting any longer. You were her with them afterall.

“So, um,” You fiddled with the hem of your dress. “Do we just… pretend we never saw each other, or..?”

Her face dropped, only slightly, but you noticed. She narrowed her eyes. “Is that what you want to do?”

“I want…” You averted your gaze.

You had always found Emily to be an attractive woman. Anyone who couldn’t see that was a fool. But she was your boss. Your boss in a job where you couldn’t let personal feeling get in the way. So you pushed your little crush aside and ignored it. Right now however, the way she held herself when James came over, and the way her eyes remained on you, and the fact she had admitted that she’d thought about you in this sort of environment…

So no, you didn’t want to pretend you didn’t see her. It’s not like either of you spoke about your sex life around the team, so that wouldn’t change, surely. But you could talk about this with her. Exploring this with her was what you really wanted, but you weren’t sure if that’s something you should admit to her. Like you already said, she was in a dom mind set right now, she could just be playing.

But you could play too.

At the thought of playing with her, you felt that dizzy feeling creep over you.

You looked at her in the eye, and given the once over she gave you, she could tell you were slipping back into a subspace.

“We’re gonna be in room five.”

She paused, as if waiting for you to take it back. When you didn’t, “Five huh?” She smiled at you.

The smile reassured you, and you bit your lip. “Yup. Door’s open. Y’know, if you’re interested.”

Then you turned and walked away from her, and to James who was waiting at your table for you. He raised his eyebrows at you as you approached and you just shrugged innocently. Rolling his eyes with a smirk, he placed a hand on the small of your back and lead you away.

“Thought you said you’d be behaving tonight?” He joked.

As much as you would love to talk more with Emily about everything, you were James’s and Natasha’s tonight. So, you shifted your thoughts back to them. You focused on the feeling of his hand on you, and thought about whatever it was him and Natasha had in store for you.

James however, looked back, and caught Emily with her eyes still on you. Drinking her drink a little faster.

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Raising Kids Together | Headcanons

young!Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: very mild sexual references

Family Series: 1 2 3

💠Somehow, you've both survived newborns and terrible 2's, but now your once tiny babies are causing not-so-tiny chaos! Even Tony can hardly keep up with them!

💠If you two have been in a room together for a while, it means no one has been watching the boys, and that you're probably about to hear yelling, breaking, or you need to go on a hunt around the house for them 🙃 you can hardly have any time alone without something happening! Just when you think you're both getting into bed early, and perhaps with a few frisky kisses 😘, they're busting through door and climbing on the bed, or it sounds like one was thrown out of bed and is now screaming for both of you 😥 Either way, it has Tony flopping back to his pillow in defeat and groaning right along with them.

💠After a quick pout, though, he usually tells you to get some rest and he'll go check it out 🥺 with one more kiss before he goes 🥺 but even though he told you to stay, it's nice to sneak over and watch him put the kids back to bed ❤ 

💠And catch him on the way out 😏

💠But for the most part, the boys are really good kids! And Tony is still settling into his role as a dad, but besides the occasional pouting he's become a very good parent! And definitely nothing like his own father when Tony was that age. In fact, he welcomes their interruptions when he's on the phone or doing paperwork at home 🥰 you've probably found them preferring to play with their cars in his office and right along his desk, or even asking to their nap in there! You can't tell if he's so tolerant because he's a loving pushover, or if parenthood suddenly granted him all that patience and goodwill 🤨

💠But he does get a little snappy when he's working on a car or a machine. Please don't touch anything! Or break anything! Or wander out of sight! But he does let them "help out" by handing him tools or sorting through and separating varying sizes of nails in the toolbox... yay?

Hey, at least it keeps them distracted for a while-- for both your sakes! Sometimes there are things that need to be done without so many distractions, and the boys love spending time bothering with their parents! It's a good problem to have, but not when they're literally wrestling on top of dad while he's just trying to watch the nightly news, or when they're throwing socks at each other on laundry day 😐

💠But despite it all, the two of you manage to get every day done 😊

💠Except the first time you're ever gone for a few days, or heaven forbid a week or more, and he's in charge of watching the kids... by day 3 they're all just going feral. The tv hasn't even been turned off once, Tony is probably trying to figure out how to get mud out of the carpet, and

💠"Daddy, can we have another popsicle?"

💠"...sure, bring me one too." This is everyone's third popsicle, and dinner has consisted of chicken nuggets and macaroni every night. And probably lunch too... but breakfast is probably cereal and hopefully fruit? Tony can cook a little bit, but he's both tired and too much of a pushover. If that's what they want, then he wants to give it to them! But the only reason they aren't all sick by the time you get home is probably because his mother either stopped by and found out, or Tony realized he's actually really bad at this on his own and needed her help :( And not without a quick scolding that you wish you'd caught when Maria called to tell you all about it 🤧

💠Honestly, the kids are probably partly acting out because you're gone, and they know that Tony is distracted and a pushover... well, at least they're adorable! And maybe it shows that you both need some more parenting tips 😅

💠You'd think it'd be easier when they're at school all day, but Tony insisted on hiring tutors to homeschool the kids, at least for now, but while that sounded like a decent plan, sometimes the boys try to homeschool the teacher instead 😅 sometimes they know more than she does after reading the entire textbook in their free time and would rather learn ahead now, and sometimes they're busy teaching her all about Dragon Ball Z lore between lessons! So now you guys still have them all day, (or just you when Tony is at work), but at least they aren't bothering you for once 😌 the teacher loves it though! Her listening and playing along takes a lot off of your plate, and it's good for the kids :)

💠But you don't get much time once the teacher leaves. They get their assignments done within minutes, and as soon as the teacher leaves (well, sometimes), they're reenacting Godzilla vs King Kong in the living room for the 20th time, except this time it somehow ties into the American Revolution? And then they're outside digging holes all evening because they can't remember where they buried Darth Vader. And then they have to fill those holes. And then when Tony tries to get them inside, he either ends up helping them or they end up wrestling him to the ground!

💠That's pretty much every day 😅 Except for when they go to the park! Tony is kinda like everyone's big brother when they go, pretty much every Sunday afternoon! They all get socialized, Tony gets some sun for once, and you can decide to stay home and get some alone time for a few hours

💠Tony doesn't even know anything about sports! Yet he's out there playing baseball and basketball, and teamed up with Rhodey, their ridiculous rules and silly requirements make everyone laugh, which makes them both pretty popular with all the kids! And unfortunately for Tony, a little too popular with the moms and older siblings… maybe it's time for a ring around that finger.

💠Either way, they get tired out by the evening, and also covered in dirt and a new bruise or two! After a bath the kids usually put themselves to bed 😴 and your kids being fast asleep means you get to join Tony for his bath 😏 except for the days he sneaks brings Rhodey home 😑 who's also tired and probably falls asleep on your couch after dinner...

💠If the kids let him! They absolutely love dad's best friend! But unfortunately, however, you can never get him to babysit for longer than a few hours 😔 Come on, Rhodes, weren't you Tony's roommate? Surely you can handle this :/

💠But when you both need a break from all this? Send them to spend the night with the grandparents for the weekend! They seem to behave a little better, and they seem to have fun just being in a different environment! The only time they start being terrors is when you and Tony have both been on vacation, and it makes them a little cranky after 3-4 days :(

💠And if you take them with you? They'll be asking to go back home after 3-4 days 😓 Unless you go to Disney World. Then they'll be pitching a fit when it's time to leave, but honestly you guys are probably upset too 😭 and it probably ends up being just one more day… and somehow in that one day they'll manage to drag every pillow and blanket onto the floor for you to pick up. Again.

💠And again, at least they're adorable :) Just like Tony, it gets them out of trouble more times than you'd care to admit 🥰 And they know it 🥰 Especially when they either stick up for each other or just straight up admit to it... with big ol' eyes and sorries 🥺 or apologize to each other without even being told to 🥺 

They really are good kids! They just get carried away with the fun and the chaos! It's a Stark thing 😘 And just like their dad, they'll eat up the attention and kisses 🥰 In fact, they've already learned to be manipulative little shits and hide behind Maria in order to avoid getting in trouble, because she'll be too busy doting on them 😑 

💠You can't even trust Jarvis! He'll even tell the boys to hide and will damn well keep their location a secret! But he's allowed to have his fun! He did the same thing with little Tony! He just misses those days! However, when the coast is clear, Jarvis does sit them down and gently scolds them. He'll hear their side of the story too, of course! Even if it just because they don't wanna go home, and are being annoying by hiding from their parents. Usually after a quick talk, they come right back to you! Suddenly all gentle-natured and apologizing 🙄 but... how could you stay mad :( 

💠Definitely not Tony when he's already packing them over his shoulders and spinning them around! And luckily, they're too busy laughing to protest being packed into the car 😮‍💨

💠And let's be honest, seeing him be so good with the kids is really fucking hot 😏😘

💠But if you're hugging and kissing on Tony... the boys have to be involved in it, too x) 

Family series: 1 2 3

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soft little fenders ficlet because the mood struck <3

*

Anders has been growing his hair out. It hangs past his shoulders now; sometimes he ties it back, other times he leaves it free, lets it fall where it may, not minding when the wind swirls it into tangles. On such occasions, Fenris finds himself running his fingers through it, gauntlet removed and touch gentle, easing the knots loose. Anders' hair is soft, and running his fingers through it feels nice.

From the smile Anders always gives him after, it feels nice to him too, so Fenris keeps doing it, even if he is unused to--and therefore unsure about--giving such simple affections.

It's warm enough on the northern border between the Free Marches and Antiva that Anders ties his hair up in a messy bun more often than not when he goes to work in the tiny garden they've started behind the cabin they're currently inhabiting. It's a nice cabin, and easily defensible, too--they may stay here longer than they've stayed anywhere else.

While Anders tends to the plants, Fenris fills a wash basin and cleans the pile of laundry that has gathered over the past week. His attention is divided, half on his soapy hands, half on Anders. Some strands of his hair fall loose from the tie. If one gets in his face, he blows and shakes it away, still intent on his work. His hands move with practised motions, firm and precise.

By the time Fenris is pinning up their clothes to dry, Anders is finished. He takes the washing basin with him when he goes inside, off to wash up himself.

Fenris follows once he's done his task, and finds Anders sitting on the end of the bed they share, his hands clean and working a brush through his untied hair.

The sight of him makes Fenris still just to take him in, even though he's been treated to the sight of Anders relaxed, in loose, plain clothes, and with the lines of his face smoothed out, many times now. Almost every day, as Kirkwall fades into the past, relinquishing its hold.

Fenris finally steps over to him, and Anders lifts his face to meet his gaze. "Beautiful mage," Fenris murmurs as he cups Anders' cheek and leans down to kiss him.

Anders' fingers clutch the back of Fenris' tunic as he returns the kiss, holding onto him. He always does something of the sort when Fenris initiates, like he needs him closer, needs him to linger as long as possible.

Fenris draws his fingers through Anders' combed hair, both enjoying the sensation and as a gesture of reassurance. When they part from the kiss, Fenris takes the brush from Anders' hand and settles on the mattress with him, picking up from where he interrupted Anders' brushing.

As he passes the brush through Anders' hair, Anders goes boneless, shoulders completely loose and head tipped forward. Fenris can't resist sweeping his hair aside to kiss his nape, which earns him a soft sound of approval.

The last of the tangles are smoothed out easily, then Fenris sets the brush aside on the patchy blanket, bringing both hands up to gather Anders' hair within them. The tie is around Anders' wrist; he would hand it over, if Fenris offered to put his hair back up, but that hadn't crossed Fenris' mind, initially. He only wants to touch, and wants to soothe.

Still, an unexpected inclination comes over him as he's running his fingers through. He parts Anders' hair into a few narrow strands, beginning to weave them in a way that starts forming a braid, even though Fenris has never learned how. At least, he has no recollection of learning how, but muscle memory takes over, and soon Anders' hair is pulled into an intricate braid that starts wide and tapers to a tiny point.

"I didn't know you could do this," Anders says as he raises a hand and brushes his fingers blindly over the braid, feeling the weave of it.

"Neither did I," Fenris admits. "Maybe... I did this for Varania, or our mother. A long time ago."

Anders turns enough to look at him, taking his hand in a comforting hold.

Thinking of his family doesn't sting as much as it did after Varania's betrayal. Fenris is almost at peace with it, almost able to accept a past he doesn't remember but was still important to him, once upon a time. Regardless, Anders is his family now, and the others too, even if they've mostly gone separate ways. Anders is the one here with him, holding his hand and looking at him with love in his eyes.

"I like it," Anders says. "Will you do it for me again?"

Fenris nods. "Whenever you like."

Anders smiles and shifts closer, leaning in to rest against Fenris' chest. Fenris wraps his arm around his shoulders, pulling him even closer, as eager as Anders always is for there to be no space left between them.

[yuriko-mukami]

Her Calamity Dark 04

Beta reader: @ruki-mukami-dl

Chapter Selection

Yuriko was washing rice while Yuuto stood right next to her, watching her every move. Sunlight sparkled from the droplets of water, reminding her how sweltered it was outside. It was slightly sweaty in the apartment, too, for it was only one room, and this tiny kitchen along with a bathroom. And right now, the kitchen felt even smaller than usual since Azusa had come with Yuriko. He was now working on the second counter with a vegetable-cutting task he had volunteered himself.

“It’s not difficult. You should use fresh water and then you just keep washing until the water stays clear.” Yuriko rolled the rice over again and again by her hand while staring at it. She wasn’t the best cook – and nothing compared to Ruki – but she knew how to make a few dishes. “Kareeraisu is a convenient choice because you will eat it for several days and the taste only gets thicker later. I made it often when… when I was still living with… Keisuke. That way I could focus on… hmm… other things because I didn’t need to make meals every day.”

“Makes sense…” Yuuto shrugged. “He should have cooked for you tho. It’s a parental duty.”

“Umh… Mom always said it was a woman’s duty to make sure the family gets to eat…” Yuriko shifted. Not that their mother had done that too often. Yuriko had tried to do all possible household chores while studying in middle school and high school. She had wanted to be good. But it hadn’t been enough.

“Dontcha go there…”

Yuriko lifted her head, glancing at Yuuto. “Eh?”

“I know that face. Dontcha let that happen. There’s nothin’ you could done differently. Our parents didn’t know how to raise kids, that’s for sure. So, dontcha let it get you. You gotta keep your head up high and move forward.” Yuuto ruffled Yuriko’s hair, making her blink heavily. She wouldn’t cry now.

“Yuuto…”

“Oi, no cryin’. You’re a tough vixen who can push through, not a pup.” Yuuto smiled, making even more of a mess of Yuriko’s hair. “Didcha hear me?”

“I… I… yes, of course.”  Yuriko nodded. She turned to look at the rice again and poured it into the rice cooker – the necessity she had told Yuuto should have. “Okay… now, we need to fry the pork and then simmer it with the vegetables.”

Yuuto pulled out a frying pan and tossed the meat on it. After setting the gas, Yuriko showed him how he should constantly move the meat with the cooking chopsticks so that it wouldn’t burn into the pan.

“How do you know all this?” Yuuto scratched his head. “I mean... you said our mother didn’t teach you much…”

“I read books. The library had some about cooking too.” Yuriko handed the chopsticks to Yuuto. “You should try it now. Haven’t you cooked anything before?”

“I know how to make an omuraisu.”

Yuriko tilted her head. “Eh? It’s super difficult to roll perfectly, I always end up breaking it. I bet you’ll manage the meat just fine then~” 

As Yuriko kept her eyes on the frying pan, Yuuto worked on the pork. She was pleased to see there weren’t any problems at all. She should send the recipe later to his phone, and then he could make this dish anytime he wished. Next time she would teach him another easy dish.

“I found a cheap laundry service nearby, so that’s settled too.” Yuuto continued frying the meat. “I just need a steady job…”

“You could… ask Karlheinz-sama…” Azusa commended from his duty.

“Absolutely not. I’m not gonna ask that je–”

Yuriko gasped, clapping her hand on her brother’s arm. “Yuuto! Don’t say it!”

“Fuck!” Yuuto tensed under Yuriko’s touch, and she let go of him. “Sorry… It’s just… damn those bloo– Vampires. I still don’t like them…”

“Azusa-kun is right here…” Yuriko whispered.

“It is okay… Yuriko-chan… I know that… Christina, Justin and Melissa… will always… love me…” 

Yuuto mumbled something, but Yuriko poked him between his ribs and left him alone with the frying pan, roaming toward Azusa. She had always wondered who these three friends of his were, for she had never seen them but Azusa had mentioned them often. Since he had been kind enough to bring her here, she should make an effort to get to know him better.

Leaning her bottom on the kitchen drawers, Yuriko smiled at the Vampire. “Say… Azusa-kun… umh… about Christina-san, Justin-san and Melissa-san…”

“Yes, Yuriko-chan?” Suddenly sparkly eyes glanced at the young Kitsune woman. Azusa held the knife firmly in one of his hands while nicely cut carrots occupied the chopping board with pieces of onion. There was still one potato waiting to be worked on.

“These friends of yours… Can I meet them one day?” Yuriko tilted her head, and her curls tickled her cheek. 

If there had been sparkles in Azusa’s eyes before, now they truly lit up as if he had been waiting for this question all along. To Yuriko’s surprise, he put the knife away and started to roll up his sleeve, revealing his slender arm full of faded… Were those scars?

Azusa drew his finger along his arm. “This here is Justin…” He glanced at Yuriko and continued. “This is Christina… and this…” Azusa gasped. “Melissa… is… almost gone… I must do… something…”

Before Yuriko had time to react, Azusa had grabbed the kitchen knife again, running the blade over the barely visible scar. Crimson elixir poured on his white skin.

“Oh my gosh! Azusa-kun!”

“Fuck! Stop that shit!” Yuuto was on Yuriko’s side within a second, snatching Azusa by his wrist and forcing his hand up. Azusa fought back.

“Please… Yuuto-san… stab me…”

“Fuckin’ hell I’d do that! Now, gimme the damn knife!” Yuuto’s words made Azusa release his grip of the knife that Yuuto caught.

Yuriko whimpered, pushing closer. “Yuuto, please, don’t!”

“Huh? I ain’t gonna stab him!” Yuuto pressed the knife into Yuriko’s hands without letting go of Azusa. “What the hell is wrong with you?! You ain’t doin’ such shit in front of Sis, you hear me?!”

“Squeeze… harder… Yuuto-san…” Azusa sounded almost happy, making Yuuto’s eyes widen as Yuriko simply stared at the view. “Ruki said… I can’t ask… Yuriko-chan… but he didn’t say… I can’t ask you… to hurt me.”

Swallowing, Yuriko tossed the knife on the cutting board and took support from the counter. She didn’t understand what was going on with Azusa. Why had he cut his own arm? That must have hurt so badly, and now there was blood slithering down his arm, soaking his shirt. This was terrible. Yuriko clenched her fingers against the edge of the counter as the kitchen swayed before her. She was gasping for air, almost panting. She didn’t want to lose yet another family member. Azusa shouldn’t cut himself; he could hit a critical place and then… and then…

“Fuck! Sis! Breathe!” Yuuto snatched Yuriko by her upper arms, swinging her slightly.

“Is… she enjoying so much… that she is… out of breath?” Azusa’s face appeared closer. Two pairs of eyes stared at Yuriko, one worried, the other curious. 

“I… I… can’t lose more people…” Yuriko trembled. Yuuto pulled her closer, enveloping her with his arms. For a while, there was complete silence in the kitchen as he stroked her back, swaying her back and forth.

“No one’s gonna leave you… It was just an accident.” Yuuto’s speech was mumbling against Yuriko’s hair.

“Yuuto-san… the meat…” Azusa said behind the siblings.

“FUCK!” Yuuto released Yuriko and dashed toward the stove, lifting the pan from it, and shutting down the gas. The smell of burning danced in the air when Yuriko tried to steady her breathing. 

“Yuriko-chan…” Azusa touched on Yuriko’s shoulder.

Blinking tears from her eyes, Yuriko gaped. Azusa’s skin would heal… He wouldn’t go away because of a single wound. He was a Vampire after all; there was no reason to worry. Everything was alright. They were all safe.

“You okay?” Yuuto patted Yuriko’s head and waited until she nodded. “Listen, Sis. I’m gonna need your help. You know how to do this… So, it’s your task now to finish that dish. I’m gonna patch Azusa up in the meantime. Can you cook?”

Yuriko nodded again. “I… I… can.”

“Cool.” Yuuto grinned, turning around, and taking hold of Azusa’s arm. “You, with me.” Without further explanation, he walked the Vampire toward the bathroom. Yuriko was left alone in the kitchen, and it took a moment before she could cut the potato and start cooking again.

Yuriko poked her portion with the spoon. The atmosphere had changed after Azusa’s incident. It was clear that the Vampire wasn’t truly happy that Yuuto had wrapped a new bandage around his arm, securing the fresh wound under it. Yuriko wondered if she should tell Ruki about this later… but he probably already knew that Azusa might do something like this. At least it had sounded like that if Azusa wasn’t allowed to ask her to stab him.

Who would think such a thing beforehand without a reason? Yes, Ruki must already be aware that something like this could happen.

Shaking her head, Yuriko finally tasted the meal. Spices tickled on her tongue. She had added a bit too much but couldn’t be helped now.

“Yuuto-san… do you have… shichimi or chili?” Azusa looked at the Kitsune as if nothing had been up earlier.

Yuriko gaped. “But… but… there’s so much spice already…”

Azusa shook his head. “I could… add some more…” 

“Haa… just a moment.” Yuuto rose from the table and went to get the chili. He placed the tiny jar in front of Azusa who gladly took it. It was almost disturbing how much of it he poured over his rice and curry sauce. 

Yuriko turned her head and decided it was time to sail to the safer waters. Hopefully safer. “Yuuto… say… were you the only one with the white hair in the village?”

Yuuto was just about to push the spoon into his mouth but now lowered his hand. “Yeah. Why?”

“Umh… I wonder what they look like as foxes then?”

“Usually, the color of their fur is close to their hair. Like you and me.” Yuuto tasted the food and smiled. “Damn, this is good! You really know how to cook.”

“It’s just a simple dish.” Yuriko waved her hand hastily but couldn’t hide her smile. Still, her mind was wandering. “Are… are there other white foxes then?”

Yuuto shrugged. “Within the Yako, white’s a rare color. It occurs at times, like in our family apparently. It’s more common with the Zenko but even many of them have other fur colors too.”

“The Zenko?”

“The Kitsune in the Human World. All they do is cause trouble, so stay away from them. They kidnap the Yako children… I was in a rescue party at some point for gettin’ them back.” Yuuto frowned and explained how the Yako already had problems because the Vampires hunted their females and then the Zenko had made the situation even worse by taking some young vixens. It had been a constant fight and Yuuto had worked to get them back a few years ago. “But then Grandpa told me not to go to the Human World anymore. I did other jobs after that.”

Yuriko nodded. So, the fox she had seen could have been a Zenko. But the fox had only watched. And Yuriko was constantly with the Mukamis. So, there was no reason to worry about this matter, right?

Eating her food, Yuriko listened to the talk. Something felt off but she couldn’t quite put her finger into it. Maybe it was just because there was so much new information. Half a year ago she hadn’t known anything about the Kitsune aside from the folklore tales and now living as one had become her reality. Yet, all this talk about the Yako and the Zenko only sounded confusing. 

“Umh… why… the Yako are living in the Demon World and the Zenko in the Human World?” Yuriko pondered between spoonfuls of rice. “I mean… they are all Kitsune. Why fight? They could just get along and live in peace.”

“The Zenko took over the Kitsune Realms in ancient times and chased the Yako out there. The Founders gave the Yako a new realm, so that’s why…”

“Eh? Shin and Carla-san did that?” Yuriko blinked. “Just when…?”

“Dunno. But it was probably their parents… I mean, those jerks are surely ancient but not that ancient.” Yuuto emptied his plate, starting to fill it again with rice and sauce. “Anyway, the First Bloods were away for the longest time. I only saw them comin’ this year. Suddenly, they walked in and said they’d renew the old vows. Whatever that means. It didn’t change a shit for me. But Grandpa was all ‘Carla-sama’, ‘Shin-sama’, beggin’ for their attention… disgustin’. For me, they’re the same blood-suckin’ scum as —”

“Yuuto!” Yuriko glared at Yuuto and then glanced at Azusa, but the Vampire was focused on eating his portion in silence and didn’t seem even to listen to the siblings’ conversation. “Yuuto… Shin is my friend and he helped me to save you. He made Grandpa give your star pearl back. We… we should be grateful.”

“Yeah… yeah…” Yuuto sighed. “You surely have been busy making such friends. Vampires, Founders… What else?”

“Umh… zombies but humans too.” Yuriko pushed the last spoonful into her mouth. This could be a good chance to mention Nalia. “Actually… one of my friends would like to meet you.”

“Huh? Why?” Yuuto frowned again. “I don’t have time for silly little teen vixens.”

“Hmph, my friends aren’t silly little teen vixens!” Yuriko shoved her plate aside and started to search for her phone. “Besides, you have all the time. And she isn’t a teen or even a fox. She’s a nice human.” 

Yuriko put her phone on the table and tapped Nalia’s picture on the screen, turning the phone to face Yuuto. “She’s around your age and I can assure you she’s good company. She is looking for friends, so…” 

“Haa… dunno… I shouldn’t mess up with people. Humans. There’s enough shit goin’ on without.” Yuuto shrugged but picked up the phone, staring at the photo. “Red hair and green eyes, huh? She’s a foreigner, right?”

“Mhm. Her last name is Wagner, so yes, I think she is.” Yuriko realized that she still hadn’t asked where Nalia was from. She totally should do that —

“Nalia-san… is probably from… Germany then…” Azusa said, smiling over his plate. “Wagner is… a German name.”

“See? Nalia is a pretty human lady from Germany, and she’s interested in meeting you.” Yuriko beamed at Yuuto, wondering how Azusa knew about German names. He didn’t strike her as a person who had knowledge like that, more like Ruki could have said it. But maybe there was more in Azusa than met the eye.

“Dunno…” Yuuto sighed, starting to eat his second portion.

Yuriko leaned in, putting on the best pleading face she could manage. She stared at Yuuto with wide eyes and smiled. “Please? It would make me happy.”

“Haa… You ain’t throwin’ me with such lil’ sis’ stuff! Not a fair game!” But no matter how annoyed Yuuto tried to look, a chuckle escaped him. He lifted his free hand and ruffled Yuriko’s hair. “Fine, I’ll meet her. Tell her to come to that park nearby.”

When Yuriko had put her shoes back on and was ready to step out of Yuuto’s apartment, he grabbed her arm and nodded toward the door. “You sure it’s okay to go alone with him?” 

Glancing at the door, Yuriko frowned. Azusa was waiting for her behind it, but she was aware that he could hear them. She placed her hand over Yuuto’s and pushed to remove it from her arm. “I’m sure… don’t worry, Yuuto. I have lived with them for a while now. Neither of them is hurting me or anything like that.”

“He seems… unstable.” Yuuto sighed. “Look, I’ve seen shitty things. Some people just lose it if too much happens. Dontcha be too near to him when… Haa… if things start to go south.”

“Really, Yuuto?” Yuriko placed her hands on her hips and stared at her brother. “You… you and me… have gone through lots of bad stuff too. We… should get others a chance to prove themselves before judging.”

“He pretty much proved himself today…” Yuuto turned his gaze to the wall. “You’re much more stubborn than a little sister should be. You should listen to me more.”

“I… I… start to listen when you… umh… start to make sense.” Yuriko wanted to kick something. As much as she enjoyed having a brother, she wished that Yuuto didn’t butt in her decisions constantly. It had been enough that she had tried to be good for mother and fath– Keisuke. That hadn’t mattered in the least. Now, she would do as she wished. She would keep the happiness that had been handed to her. Even if she needed to fight for it.

“Hmph, vixens should always do as foxes are telling them…”

This again? Yuriko glared at Yuuto. That was the stupidest reason he could come up with, especially since he had learned it from their relatives who had kept him against his will in the Demon World for years.

“Maybe you should reconsider that. You wanted out of there… Now, you should play by the rules of this realm.” Why couldn’t Yuuto understand? Yuriko had imagined how they would do fun things together, how she would finally have a family member who supported her… but she had gotten an overly protective douchebag of a brother who couldn’t accept how she was living her life. “I… I… will go now. I’ll visit you again later. Maybe with Ruki that time. See you later, Yuuto.”

This time Yuriko was allowed to step out. She pressed the door shut behind her and took a deep breath. The sweltering and moist afternoon air slithered into her lungs while enveloping every inch of her skin, making her feel instantly sweaty. It hadn’t been this bad last summer… or any summer before but this year the heat was really a bother.

The walk through the city did not feel any better since the sun was scorching from above. Yuriko was relieved when they finally stepped into the park which had at least some shadows. She hurried under the trees. Maybe they should have used the limousine, but she had insisted on walking since she wasn’t allowed to go jogging in the woods while Ruki was away.

“Are you… sad, Yuriko-chan?” Azusa’s words took Yuriko aback. She glanced at the Vampire next to her, shaking her head.

“Umh… no, Azusa-kun. I simply wish that Yuuto would see how good people you all are.”

“Good… people…?” It almost looked like Azusa couldn’t quite understand what Yuriko meant. “But… are you… missing Ruki now?”

Yuriko turned her gaze to the path they were walking. Going through here would take them into the forest but perhaps that was for the best. Surely, it was less sweaty there. “I’m looking forward to him coming home, yes. And I hope everything is alright with Karlheinz-sama.”

“The Vampire king?!” The voice bounced behind the trees at the same time as a white-grey head peeked out. Amber-yellow eyes pierced Yuriko but they seemed friendly.

Within seconds, Azusa had moved in front of Yuriko. A young man stepped out, scratching his head, and laughing like he was nervous. He was only a little taller than Yuriko. She was pretty sure they must be around the same age. But the most interesting detail arrived when the wind shifted and made the scent of the man waft toward Yuriko and Azusa.

A Kitsune. Without a doubt. He smelled like Yuuto, yet a bit different. In a similar manner, the Vampires had a distinguished scent but each of them was still unique. 

Yuuto said that white fur is rare for the Yako… So, does it mean that this man is… What was the other name? Yuriko shifted, trying to see better behind Azusa.

“You are… a fox person…” Azusa lifted his hand to prevent Yuriko from dashing in front of him. 

“Yeah, I surely am.” The Kitsune grinned, flashing his canines, and ruffled his hair. “The cutest fox in the city… Though… Now, I’m not sure anymore. You have such a cutie there~”

“Emh… How do you know that I am…?” Yuriko placed her hand on Azusa’s shoulder but stayed put.

“Easy! My brother and I saw you in the cafe before… and that smell of yours. Though, there’s so much Vampire in it too.” The Kitsune stopped for a moment, moving a bit closer. “Now, it makes sense. You sure hang out with these Vampires a lot. Such a cool vixen you are! I hope the blond one didn’t give you real trouble… For a moment I wanted to jump in there but Toshi-nii said it would be too dangerous…”

Just how much did this young man talk? Yuriko tried to keep at his pace and absorb every word. Suddenly, it dawned on her. The two white-haired men in the cafe and later in the street when she had talked with Kou! 

And in the library too. But it wasn’t this man… So… probably this Toshi-san he mentioned…

“Yuriko-chan… we must go…” Azusa took Yuriko’s arm and started to pull her along the path, making sure he was in between her and the Kitsune.

“But… but… He seems like a good person!” Yuriko glanced back. 

“I am a cute person!” The man waved his hand. “Kozima Toru is the name! I’m happy to meet a new vixen in the city, but I can see you’re busy now. Let’s talk more later~ Maybe after the mating season is over!”

Kozima Toru? Yuriko glanced back again but the Kitsune had disappeared. The name didn’t ring any bells to her but at least it wasn’t Nakamura, her grandpa’s family name. Perhaps her grandfather had not sent this man after her. Men. The first time, there had been two of them.  But then… They were tailing her on their own? That didn’t seem alright either, and Yuriko was sure Ruki wouldn’t like the news. Yet, she also knew it was better to tell him when he would come back home. Keeping secrets wouldn’t do any good, right?

[sparklemotiongalaxy]

Noir's recipe for a Cuddle Puddle

I love the found-family-slash-team-of-misfits-dynamic going on for the Power Revolution in the Eriverse, so it's about them.

(AU by @erigold13261)

And it's Noir-centric.

(Note: this fic is formatted a little weird)

797 words

Enjoy!

Duration: 2 years

During times of high stress, this can be a great way to warm up your mind.

Ingredients (for 13 people): 30 pillows 20 blankets 5 bean bags 1 revolution in the making 1 facility to keep powers in control (that is rotten) 1 CEO/tyrant who needs a reality check, otherwise known as Miguel O'Hara A spoonful of determination A pinch of nostalgia (Store brought homesickness is also acceptable)

Preparation:

Do the right thing, and fight Nazis.

Get colors drained in a fight.

Realize that they want you "fixed", and fall into a loop of self hatred and doubt.

Get sent to Nueva York.

Befriend people, while drowning in nihilism.

Have your Rubik's Cube recolored by Miles.

Realize that there is a potential to fight back, and resurface to take action.

Start preparing for a revolution with the people you befriended.

Discover that Hobie is worked up from training and planning. TIP: Hobie plays the guitar (or anything that is around) when they are in a good mood. If that is not happening, they are stressed.)

Get as many pillows, blankets, and bean bags as you can. TIP: If there is not enough where you are, get them from the laundry. Remember to return them once this recipe is done.

Directions:

Set the pillows, blankets and bean bags on the floor.

Put 20 pillows and 10 blankets up in a "fort" formation. TIP: Pillows do not stabilize themselves, so use a stool or chair to stabilize the "fort".

The rest of the pillows should be spread around with the blankets.

Put the bean bags in random places too. TIP: Make sure that the others are not back from their daily activities yet, you want this to be a surprise.

Once Hobie comes back, tell them that that people cannot be on fight mode all the time.

Guide them to the "fort", and see them lie on their back. TIP: Tell them that they need to take care of themself, especially if Hobie themself is trying to promote self-care.

Margo, Peni and SP//dr have returned, so allow them to be surprised with the situation you created.

Check how they managed to settle in the "fort", after hearing some soft giggles.

Ham has come back. After she does a quick finger salute, she lounges on the bean bag in the "fort" without anyone asking. Tell them that is absolutely fine.

Pavitr tries to squeal when he sees the pillows, but motion him to lower it. He happily takes a blanket, and rests his head on Ham's bean bag.

Watch as soft clouds emerge from Pavitr's head.

You sense some footsteps.

Miles and Gwen have returned. Enjoy their expressions as they see the renewed space.

After thanking you, those two settle down right beside Pavitr, after picking up some pillows and blankets. You decide to give those two some space.

Yu has come back, and he quietly looks back at the arrangement and yourself. Nod and tell him he can go wherever he wants. He thanks you.

He picks up a blanket near Miles and Gwen, but not too close.

You see that Gwen shuffles so that she is sandwiched between Miles and Yu. You hear Pav make an "awww" whisper.

Tell a very confused Kento that this was your own making.

He chooses a bean bag, grabs a blanket, and places it near the Miles-Gwen-Yu sandwich, with him laying near them.

Make sure that the last three who return do not ruin this for everyone else.

The moment you hear footsteps, approach them.

Do a zipping motion to your mouth, then drag a finger across your neck.

Allow Satoru and Suguru to grab several blankets and pillows, and see how they have closely nuzzled with each other in their arms.

Shoko puts another blanket atop them, and it lays on their bodies.

Silence.

Allow yourself enjoy the peace.

They were people you were initially forced together with.

But now…

You love them.

Platonically of course.

You love them enough to set all this up in such a short amount of time.

You love them enough to go with a plan that might all go up in flames.

Not that you belive you and everyone will lose.

You hear Hobie tell you that you need to take a break too.

They tell you that you look exhausted too.

Hobie taps the space near them, in the fort.

You go in.

"Thanks, mate. For everything."

Enjoy your Cuddle Puddle. It is the best thing you will cook in a while.

[wooahaes]

sweet night [pt.8]

pairing: non-idol!mingyu x fem!reader

word count: 4.6k~

warnings: mingyu dates. mostly just skinship and fluff! minimal proofreading again sowwy.

daisy’s notes: :)

summary:  As the adopted daughter of the Kim family and current heir to the company, you have it all. An arranged marriage with your soon-to-be fiance who you truly fell in love with, respect from your workers for being good at your job, a good relationship with both your family and your good friends… What more could you want out of life? And yet all it takes is one night for everything to fall down, and one man to help pick up the pieces.  

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I’m sorry for calling you last night.

You don’t have to reply. I drank too much when I was with Vernon and didn’t think...

I’m sorry for bothering you. Please forgive me. I won’t contact you anymore. Stay safe.

The three texts had greeted you when you woke up that next morning, and you’d reread them too many times for one morning. Truthfully, you weren’t angry at Seungkwan for doing something dumb while drunk. He had the habit of calling up friends when drunk and gushing to them about different things, or becoming more affectionate once intoxicated (you remembered days where he’d be sneaking you kisses on the cheek before giggling about how much he loved you--and then how much he loved his friends, always gushing about something Seokmin said or did). You didn’t have a plan to reply to him at all. All of his texts to you had gone unanswered so far. The ones from that night, the one he sent you the day after you moved out that merely wished you well, and then these... Why change things now? You weren’t even sure what you’d say at this point. If you texted him back, that might give him hope. You weren’t sure you wanted to give him that door to walk through in order to be in your life again.

So instead you sighed, pulling yourself out of bed. You’d woken up too early to leave for work, but you couldn’t hear Mingyu in the other room. That settled it: you’d make breakfast this morning. It wasn’t the first time you’d done it since moving in, but Mingyu always liked cooking. Plus, he always seemed to wake up before you to stake his claim at preparing meals. You almost wanted to call him out for not sharing duties with you--but you knew what he’d say. He’d make something up about how you did laundry, and that this was how you’d be treated when you were his wife: he’d cook for you any day of the week just to ensure that you were happy and well-fed. There was nothing wrong, in his mind, with spoiling you a little.

As quietly as you could, in order to let Mingyu sleep peacefully until his alarm went off, you started preparing things. If anything, you’d tell him that this was your way of thanking him for dinner and the picnic last night. All the two of you did was talk for a while, as friends and fake lovers, while finding comfort in one another’s company. Like lovers do, you thought. Even though Mingyu was merely your best friend, the thought made you smile. You carefully cracked eggs into a bowl and began working.

Yet apparently you weren’t quiet enough. The sound of Mingyu’s bedroom door opening caught your attention, and out trudged the man himself. He was still dressed in a t-shirt he must have lazily pulled on and a pair of sweatpants. Slowly, he made his way over to you, still half-asleep as he lazily wrapped himself around you and held you close.

You cracked a smile. Affectionate Mingyu was always welcome. “Good morning.”

He snuggled in a little closer. “Good morning,” he mumbled. “Thank you for cooking this morning.”

Mingyu always thanked you for cooking. You made it a habit of making sure you thanked him as well. He stayed where he was a little longer, slowly waking up to the smell of breakfast wafting through the air. He planted a small peck on the top of your head, mumbling something about how he’d made tea for the both of you this morning. Life felt cozier as you and Mingyu moved about the kitchen, even when he nearly bumped into you two or three times. He’d always steady you with a soft apology, gaze settling on your face for a moment before he’d tear it away and go back to making tea.

Soon enough, the two of you sat down for breakfast together. You noticed that he was already wearing his ring again--and that made you notice that you’d fallen asleep with yours still on. You pushed the thought away. It would be easier to sleep wearing it than risk forgetting it one day. Mingyu thanked you again for breakfast in a quiet voice, and you smiled over your cup of tea. Seeing that handsome face every morning... You were a little more okay with it. At least it was Mingyu. You were sure you could make it through everything if you had Mingyu by your side.

Work went normally that day. No one commented on your ring, although that was to be expected. But you had your suspicions that people were connecting the dots if Chan hadn’t said something. Minghao had noticed it--from the way his gaze flickered from your ring to your face, brows furrowing together slightly as he clearly wanted to address it. Yet he left the topic where it belonged: unaddressed, because you were his boss. If you wanted to bring it up, Minghao was sure you would because you were closer with him and a few others than your other workers--but he’d never bring it up. He respected you, after all.

It was later that Chan brought you a cup of tea, debriefing you on the progress of a project that you realized it tasted... off. You weren’t picky about the way you liked your tea, sure, but you did have your preferences. Chan paused, noticing the look on your face.

“I put too much sugar again, didn’t I?”

Your favorite blend was a bit strong and a little more bitter than what some people would like. You liked it better when it was sweetened a little--either by sugar or by honey. You’d drink this cup as it was, because you weren’t picky, but you could hardly fault Chan for being unable to get it completely right.

“It’s okay,” you said, setting the cup back down. “Seungkwan could never get it right.”

Chan had lightly chuckled, a little awkward and tense. “I bet Mingyu struggles with it, too,” he said--just in jest--but it made you realize that you’d never had to correct Mingyu when he made your tea in the mornings.

You lied instead and said he was determined to get it right sometime, and that was another thing you liked about him. Just to make it seem a little more real and not like you were living a fairy tale. You texted Mingyu the moment Chan left, asking when you could call him for a moment. Soon enough, you had him on speaker as you continued to work idly.

“Chan messed up my tea again,” you said, purposefully keeping your voice quieter in case Chan happened to be listening in.

“Ah, really?” You could hear Mingyu typing on the other end. “I guess it is a little specific.”

One and a half teaspoons. Less meant it wouldn’t be sweet enough to soften the bitter edge, more made it too sweet and ruined the good parts of the blend by overpowering the flavors.

“You don’t seem to struggle with it,” you said, pausing in your work. Mingyu wouldn’t be able to see you, but you could hear the way he faltered in typing for a moment.

He spoke up a moment later, “Oh. I don’t?” He laughed it off softly. “I guess I’m just lucky.”

I lived with Seungkwan for years and he could never get it right on the first try, you wanted to say. He’d always put too little and then adjust from there for me. Why do you know? Why do you get it right every time?

“I suppose,” you hummed. “Sorry for bothering you--”

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you,” he said. “Do you have plans after work?”

“No?”

“Good.” You could hear the way he was smiling. “I’ll pick you up.”

Mingyu stayed true to his word, picking you up. When you asked him where he was taking you, he’d stalled on answering for a little too long. At first, he’d asked if you trusted him. You did--you always knew you could trust Mingyu--but that didn’t answer your question. He waited until the two of you were stopped at a light to look over.

“I was thinking about your list...”

Oh no.

“And there’s this movie theater that’s showing classic movies,” he said. “If you don’t want to go, just say the word--”

“I want to go,” you said. “I just... I didn’t expect it this soon.”

“It’s not our first date,” he reminded you with this confident smile. As if he knew what you’d say. Maybe he simply knew you that well, almost as well as you knew yourself. “Do you want to go home?”

You shook your head. Movie popcorn and a nice night with Mingyu sounded nice. Even though you had wanted to go out like this with Seungkwan, you’d been happy with the cozy movie nights the two of you had shared together. There was something so... casual about being able to go out to a nice theater like this. Mingyu’s hand found your own as the two of you made your way down the sidewalk to the theater, and you admired how committed to this he was. He felt like a real boyfriend. He even let you pick the movie, giving you this stupidly cheesy smile that anyone would confuse for that of a man in love. Maybe you’d talk to him about it later. He didn’t have to sell it so hard, after all.

(Although the woman selling concessions did end up confusing the two of you for a married couple based on how well the two of you knew one another... You felt a little okay with it. It was inevitable, after all. Yet the smug look on Mingyu’s face as he said he hadn’t married you yet was enough to make your face go warm at the thought.)

Mingyu, if nothing else, was a man who committed himself to these kinds of things. He let you cozy up closer to him, head resting on his shoulder as the two of you enjoyed your movie night together. To make matters worse (or better--you’d decide which when your mind was clearer), he’d keep pressing pieces of popcorn against your lips with this knowing smile that he was being insufferable in the best (worst?) way. If anyone else saw the two of you, they’d think you were lovers and not best friends trying to make the best of a difficult situation.

You’d taken his hand when you left the theater. “We’re doing something you like next.”

He smiled at that. “I don’t mind waiting--”

“We already did the picnic date and the movie date,” you pouted. “It’s your turn to do something you want to do.”

Mingyu’s hand was warm in your own. “We could go hiking,” he said. “I’ll bring my camera.”

Two days later, you confronted Mingyu after work and told him to get dressed. You’d spent the prior day researching pretty trails for the two of you to go on, and Mingyu (smiling at you almost in this loving way) merely agreed. The two of you could stop somewhere and get dinner afterward. You didn’t want to miss the sunset. It wasn’t so much of a hiking trail as much as it was a walking trail (you’d take Mingyu hiking another day, maybe on the weekend when the two of you could commit to it), but the point of this was photography. You had stuck snacks and water into your bag and insisted on shouldering it--Mingyu had enough to carry with his camera bag.

“I’ve come here before,” he happened to mention offhand. “Wonwoo and I wanted to take pictures. There’s actually a lot of pretty spots here.”

“There are?” You’d read that before, but you weren’t sure how true those were when some people neglected to leave pictures.

Mingyu was a step ahead of you, more-so as a way of making sure the trail was fine. It was well-kept as far as you were aware. He paused for a moment, reaching back, “here--I think it gets a little rough ahead.”

(Yet Mingyu didn’t let go of your hand afterward.)

Mingyu had stopped when you did, looking at a small patch of flowers. “Did you want to learn?” He had already begun to open up his camera case, ready to start putting things together. “I can teach you.”

You knew how expensive his equipment was. “Are you sure?”

“I’m right here,” he said. He’d been connecting the camera straps to it, just to ensure an extra layer of safety. Mingyu carefully laid the strap around your neck, one hand underneath his camera as it pressed against your chest. “You’ll want to hold it with both hands,” he said, “just to help support it.”

You nodded, carefully lifting it. Mingyu stepped behind you, drawing your elbows back so that they stayed closer to you.

“Here,” he said, hands resting at your shoulders. Mingyu took a step back, carefully guiding you with him before lightly pushing for you to crouch down. “You were too close to them. Unless you wanted a picture of them up close...?”

He’d been right--the step back was what you needed to take a better picture of all the flowers. Maybe you’d take a closer shot, but you wanted to capture as many of them as you could. Mingyu crouched next to you, carefully guiding you through the process. To look down the viewfinder and straighten your shot, to take a deep breath and hold it when you finally snapped the picture (and to wait an extra moment, just to ensure that the picture came out nicely. He’d started talking about shutter speed and aperture, although most of that had gone over your head considering how close to you he was.

He’d taken the camera long enough to look at the image you’d taken. “I think you’re a natural,” he cracked a smile. “There’s a nice focal point in the shot... although I think you could have zoomed in a little more to fill the frame better.”

Still, you were glowing with pride at his compliments. “I learn from the best.”

Mingyu chuckled lightly at your comment, thanking you as he guided you back to where you were standing again. All he told you was to be careful with his camera as he took your hand again, guiding you further up the trail. Every time you saw something, he encouraged you to take a picture--using what he’d already taught you. Maybe one day he’d teach you more, but you had some basic things under your belt now.

Farther along the trail, toward the apex, Mingyu took his camera back from you. It was amazing how in his element he was when he carefully decided to take his shots, making adjustments with ease. He’d show you a few of them when you asked, saying that he preferred taking pictures of people--but nature was nice, too. Maybe one day he’d take you out into the city and do professional shots of you, free of charge. Just to make you feel special.

The sun had begun to set soon enough, and you drifted away from Mingyu’s side to look at the way it sank behind the buildings of Seoul. The golden rays stretched toward you from between them in one last attempt to provide warmth. Mingyu had stayed back, watching the way you admired the world around you with a soft smile. Without thinking, Mingyu lifted his camera, carefully framing you as perfectly as he could. He took a breath, focused the camera, and clicked. The world was the backdrop to you, radiant and kissed by the sun as it illuminated you in gold, and Mingyu was honored to be the one who caught this moment.

And at that moment, Kim Mingyu was jealous of the sun for just a moment. But when you turned back to face him, waving him over as he began to pack his camera back up, he thought the sun should be jealous of him. At least he was the one who got to see you every day and night.

That Sunday, Mingyu went with you to Lotte World in order to go ice skating. There was a year-round skating rink and Mingyu was interested in trying it with you. The two of you had bought your own skates after being advised to do so--the rentals wouldn’t provide enough ankle support, and the dull blades of a rental would be awful--and the two of you were sure you’d return to it a few more times. You and Mingyu had promised each other that new skates wouldn’t be a pointless investment.

“You can hold my hand the entire time,” he said to you while you were lacing your pair up extra tight. “I won’t let you fall.”

You’d smiled. If either of you was going to fall, it’d be Mingyu, but you appreciated his attempt at being romantic. “I’ll drive you to the hospital later,” you teased.

He had called after you when you left him to take your first steps onto the ice, one hand on the edge as you found your balance. You’d gone ice skating with Kibum a few times last winter, just to try it since Seungkwan insisted he’d be too clumsy for it (but he’d taken videos for you anyhow, happy to support you from the sidelines), and you’d managed better than he had. You kept your knees bent, watching Mingyu on the other side as he came to join you. You offered out one hand, still gripping the wall as he took it to step onto the ice.

“I’ll be fine,” he said to you.

And then immediately proceeded to wobble as he tried to grow closer to you, and you very quickly realized that tall buff man translated to also man who is heavy as you fought to keep him upright. He grabbed onto the wall, staring at you as you fought back the urge to laugh.

“Don’t--”

You cracked a smile, immediately turning away.

“Don’t laugh!” He said, louder this time. “You can’t laugh! You nearly fell, too!”

“I did not,” you smacked his arm lightly, “I’m upright.”

“Let go of the wall.”

You merely smiled, slowly letting go of it after a moment. You didn’t wobble as you were remembering the tips you and Kibum had been given. Bend your knees, learn to fall correctly (on your butt or on your side--not on your hands), and to push off to the side when you want to go forward. Mingyu pouted at the way you seemed to stay there, as if you were taunting him.

“I thought you said you don’t have hobbies.”

“I don’t,” you said. “I tried ice skating with my brother a few times. Bend your knees more.”

Mingyu pulled himself closer to the wall, “I’m going to stay here for a minute,” he said, although you’d noticed he’d bent his knees after a moment. “You can have fun. I’ll watch.”

You rolled your eyes before carefully turning and pushing off. Getting your bearings on the ice was hard, but those few times with Kibum were starting to come back to you. He’d been better at it than you had been, but there was something comforting about having your brother there to have your back when you tried something like ice skating for the first time. He went with you a few times, and then promised that the two of you could go ahead (maybe he’d bring along Minho next time--he’d probably enjoy the competitiveness of racing with Kibum more than you would), and then... it just never happened. Kibum went on a trip out of the country for work, and you were too busy to go again.

You wavered a little on the ice as you made your way around the rink in a slow circle, careful to avoid other people. You’d almost fallen twice, too, but managed to regain your balance and continue back to where Mingyu was waiting for you. You offered a hand out to him.

“Now will you try?”

Mingyu glanced from your open hand up to your face, finally smiling back at you as he took your hand. He hesitated to let go of the wall for a moment, but put his trust in you. With your gentle instruction, Mingyu pushed off, slowly skating forward as he held onto your hand tightly. Despite the fact that you seemed to do fine with ice skating, you realized soon that you didn’t truly care for it. You enjoyed having Mingyu there with you, yes, but the ice skating itself wasn’t what you enjoyed.

Maybe that was what you liked more than the hobbies themselves: the company that all of these dates were bringing you.

Mingyu stood across from you that next night, dressed in looser clothing that you’d always associated with exercise. He’d told you to dress similarly, and now he was standing there with one of those stupid confident smiles on his stupid handsome face as he held a soccer ball underneath his arm. He’d told you plenty of times that he used to be on the soccer team when he was in school, and that he’d happily teach you whenever you wanted to know.

You didn’t want to know. You had told him this was going to end in disaster.

Despite what you knew of Mingyu, he was careful in instructing you. It wasn’t his aim for you to get hurt during all of this--all he wanted to do was teach you a few of the things he knew. He got to impart his knowledge onto you, you got to try something new out. It was special in its own way, even if others would see it as a weird date.

Mingyu had started talking you through the basics of soccer--passing the ball, the best part of your foot to use to kick the ball--while you stood by idly and listened. It was clear that this was something he had enjoyed playing (and, apparently, something he still enjoyed--he vaguely mentioned playing a game for fun with some friends a few weeks ago).

“You should meet Minho,” you told him at one point, passing the ball back to him. Passing was... easier, in your opinion. You knew that Mingyu would likely turn this into making you try to score goals against him. “He’s competitive and sporty.”

His eyes lit up as he blocked the ball from going past him, passing it back to you with ease. “Isn’t he friends with your brother?”

You’d always argue that the bond between Minho and Kibum was more “old married couple” than “close friends,” but you nodded nonetheless. “I’ll introduce you sometimes. Maybe we can get dinner with him and Kibum.”

“Introducing me to your family?” Mingyu had smiled at you. “Aren’t we moving a little fast?”

You kicked the ball a little harder toward him, face growing warm. “We’re going to get married, you dummy!”

Sometimes you hated that handsome smile. Most people would melt over it. You only felt a tinge of annoyance. How could your future husband treat you like this as if he wouldn’t be proposing to you soon? As if he hadn’t already met your parents and Kibum before during one of their parties? Or maybe it was the Choi Minho of it all. Mingyu knew that you cared about Minho (nuisance that he was to you and your brother--more him than you, though), and that introducing him to Minho meant something more... especially since it’d torment your brother a little to know that you held Minho in high regard like that. They were close friends, sure, but Minho--despite the way he treated you like a sister--was not your brother.

“It feels different now,” Mingyu mused aloud. “Seeing your brother again.”

“Knowing he’ll be your family, too?” You stopped the ball as he kicked it back toward you. You glanced toward the net behind him, and took your chance to kick it toward it. “You should! He’s going to torment you now!”

Mingyu had taken off running, stopping the ball with ease. He laughed when you pouted (you weren’t as adept at sports as he was), and sent the ball back toward you. “I’m okay with that.” He paused, taking a step back so that he stayed firmly in front of the goal. “Shoot it again. Try to get it past me.”

“You won’t be after our first family dinner,” you huffed. Again, you kicked the ball toward Mingyu, only for him to catch it with ease. “You’re better at this than I am.”

Mingyu looked back at you. “One more. Just kick the ball,” he told you with a nod toward the goal behind him, and then he threw it flying toward you.

You’d yelped, trying to run and block it after it hit the ground, so that you could kick it back toward him and the goal. You missed the ball entirely as it went rolling past you, your own momentum too much as you were sent sprawling into the grass. The impact stun, and you heard Mingyu yelling your name as he booked it over to you. He fell to his knees beside you, fingers grazing your face as he looked you over.

And then you broke out laughing. “Oh my god,” you said. “I can’t do sports.”

He watched you for a moment, and you realized just how concerned Mingyu had looked before he laughed, too. He collapsed into the grass next to you after a moment, hand finding your own. “You scared me,” he said. “I thought you were hurt!”

“I’m fine, you dork.” Your fingers intertwined with his own like it was second nature to you. “Just... really bad at sports.”

Mingyu squeezed your hand as he laughed, gently scolding you for not telling him you were alright sooner. You turned your head to look at him, admiring his profile as he stared up at the starry sky overhead. You always knew that Mingyu was handsome--hell, you’d heard it from countless people, including his own friends as they cursed the fact that he was so stupidly tall and handsome and loving. But now it felt... different to notice that Mingyu was a good looking man. There was a stirring in your chest that wasn’t always there. Or was it? Was it there when you went to the movies to him, his hand gently grazing the small of your back as he guided you ahead of him? Or during the hike, when he took your hand to guide you up a difficult patch of the trail, not letting go as soon as you expected? Or at Everland, when he kept you tethered to him in the crowd with his fingers interlocked with his own, or at the ice skating rink, too, when you coaxed him out with only a hand offered to hold his own?

Your gaze flickered down to his lips, lingering there for a moment as you realized how soft they looked. Then you tore your gaze away, pushing that thought aside. Mingyu was handsome. Anyone could see that. It wasn’t a crime to notice it. But his hand was still holding yours, and you couldn’t help but realize that something was changing...

And if Mingyu was supposed to propose to you soon... you needed to figure out what. In less than a week, your fates would essentially be sealed with a pretty ring to symbolize it all. Were you falling for Kim Mingyu? Or were you in love with the safe feeling he’d provided you with? The thought twisted your stomach: Mingyu didn’t love you back. Mingyu was your best friend, the person who understood you the most. Your soulmate in the quietest, most platonic version of the word. Like Wonwoo was for Mingyu. Mingyu was your best friend: end of story.

You squeezed your eyes shut, instead settling on one thought alone: you cannot marry Kim Mingyu if you were starting to fall in love with him.

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[gerinurse]

Just like that🫰🏻……

I blinked and I’ve been retired for a full week! The last 2 weeks were crazy as there was so much to get done. One of my BFFs from work threw me an amazing party where she invited all the nurses I have ever worked with. It was so great to see everyone and we had an amazing time. I shredded 4 cases of paper from my office and sent 4 more down to the file room for storage. The staff stuffed my office full of balloons on my last day while I was out at lunch and tons of families came in to say ThankYou and wish me happy retirement. The residents planned a party but it had to be postponed due to outbreak. I promised I would go back for one. I left last Thursday with 2 small boxes and a bag of personal items. Thirty years reduced to that was shocking. It was very strange leaving for the last time and yet there was a sense of relief.

I’ve spent the last week sleeping and reading and just doing nothing in general. After 3 days I noticed my jaw no longer aches and my chronic headache is gone. After a week I went to my mobility and massage specialist and he said my traps have never been this soft in all the time he’s been seeing me. They used to be rock hard from tension but not anymore.

Today I actually feel human and like I want to do something so I’m going to tackle the boxes I brought home and a few loads of laundry. I’ve decided to give myself September to get kind of settled into a new sleep and meal routine. With hubby retired as well we no longer eat dinner at 830pm. Once October hits I’m heading back to the gym and setting some firm goals.

Hope everyone is doing their absolute best ❤️.

[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 327: A Saturday at Melissa's, p2 (12pm: Dr. J)

And that’s how I found myself gripping her big pink double-K-cup bra, walking down the stairs, periodically drawing a deep breath from it.

I’d woken again another hour later, mortified to find my face still pressed into the right cup of the bra she’d left me on her pillow aside me. She figured I’d want  “to snuggle with it”. I’d certainly more than snuggled with it and quickly realized I’d need to clean myself and - best I could - these sheets. I’d peeled my face out, left the bra behind, and made it to the en-suite bathroom. Just a lav for a guest room but the ceiling soared, a skylight brightening white walls, chrome fixtures and beautiful pale stone tile work naturally. A big tub with multiple jets that looked like it could seat five dominated one corner, but it was in the separate glassed-in shower that I found myself getting a little queasy. I’d needed to clean myself off, but even the nicely warm water from the overhead rain head couldn’t  wash away my building nausea. I recognized the feeling, hoping I wouldn’t start retching as I toweled off, and was drawn back to the bed.

Oversized towel around my undersized waist, I’d realized that I’d begun to feel better the closer I got to the bed. When I sat down, on Melissa’s side of the mattress, and gathered some sheets in my fist to bring them to my face my stomach actually settled a little bit, breathing her in. It smelled like her, and made me feel better. Her perfume, or maybe her laundry detergent, must have some anti-nausea properties? I’ll have to ask her about that, I decided, and took another deep breath. That’s pretty helpful. Indeed, as soon as I stood up, left the bed, my nausea returned.

In the meantime, I’d known I couldn’t spend the day nakedly wrapped in a towel. I needed to get down to the laundry where Melissa said she’d done my clothes. I’d looked at the bra she’d left me, recalled how the smooth, perfumed inner surface of the right cup had embraced my face. The thought was mortifying but I didn’t know if I had a choice. Besides, there was no one else here to see me. And so there I was, on the stairs…

I took another deep breath from the inner surface of her silky-smooth, double-K-cup underwire and finally reached the bottom of the stairs. White, waffle-weave towel around my waist, there was little hiding the other embarrassment of yet another erection tenting my erstwhile skirt; each breath from her bra indeed seemed to fortify it. 

Again, thank god I was alone. I was looking for the downstairs laundry and found myself wandering, bra-to-face, giving myself another tour. I meandered through the kitchen, saw the great room where we’d spent some time last night, and walked by a display table on which a number of framed photos sat. There were a number on the wall, as well.

I’d say ‘aw, adorable’ usually when finding family photos, obviously arranged by a proud mom, but whoah. These were not awkward high school portraits, or crying toddlers on Santa’s lap. Pictures of Melissa as a teen, alongside those of a redhead who I assumed was the sister she’d mentioned in passing, were far beyond ‘adorable’. She’d obviously been a hottie right out of the gate, and her sister no slouch either.. Frozen, now gawping and feeling my cock rise even further and threaten to tear the thin towel from my waist, I barely registered the few blank spaces on the wall where pictures had been taken down, or the actual empty frames on the table. No pictures of any hints of parents or other family members, either. Not even a family pet. There was a cat around here somewhere, right?

Weird, I finally thought, but still found myself gripping my cock through the towel and mindlessly picking up the school-girl shot of Melissa from behind the others. I gripped myself, stroked, and tried to make out the titles of the books she was holding, or find the hint of bra through her uniform. Just a quick one, I thought to myself, as I inhaled again from the inside of her bra cup and drifted over towards the couch, one to clear the head…

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