#so when my husband doesn't work from home I usually don't eat until he comes home because I just *can't*

[running-in-the-dark]

I'm just so tired

I wanted to get so much done today, I wanted to get up early (well earlier anyway), I wanted to finally be productive again

but fuck, I'm just so tired. my alarm woke me and I couldn't get up. I slept 4 more hours. and still could barely get up. managed to brush my teeth and feed the cats and now I'm lying on the couch completely exhausted.

how am I supposed to live like this

[yawnderu]

Captain's Wife - John Price & TF141 x Reader

work starting to feel like I do belong in the kitchen 💀so here's some Price domestic stuff to keep me going until Friday so I don't lose my mind.

Content: small drabbles, fluff, domestic!Price, vouyerism, John ''I share my wife'' Price, TF141 x reader.

I actually think about being Price's housewife quite a lot. Being a cute little thing he has waiting for him back at home, a domestic life for the first time ever, something he never even thought was possible.

He bought big house in the British countryside, just to make sure you're free from all the stress city life brings. Any hobbies you may have he fully supports and funds, giving you extra spending money on the side despite knowing you don't usually spend it, having all your needs and interests taken care of by him.

This man spoils you rotten without you even asking, having savings for years before he even met you and a good salary as a captain in the SAS. Anything you even glance at when you're out with him at the mall? Bought for you with no hesitation at all. Jewelry, clothes, lingerie; you don't lack any of those things when you're with him.

Any affection you miss while he's deployed is given to you once he's back, his fat cock filling you up in different positions, despite how tired he might be, he always has the energy to fuck his darling wife good. He always puts your pleasure first, making you cum with his fingers and tongue before he even thinks about putting his dick inside. His efforts don't come without rewards, of course, and it has become one of his favorite things to see you down on your knees, praising his thick cock and heavy falls, praising him.

Being a Captain comes with sharing many things with his boys- from gear, to his wife. The first time you're introduced to the boys, the thought of straying doesn't even cross your mind, fully loyal to your husband and simply happy to meet the boys he considers his family. It isn't until Price has you sitting on his lap with your legs wide open, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you in front of the younger men that the thought of having someone other than him hits your brain.

John doesn't miss the way your eyes linger on the younger men. Soap shamelessly has his dick out, stroking up and down slowly, basking in on the sight of his captain fingering your soaking cunt. Gaz is more subtle about it, though eventually he can't ignore his boner, pulling out the prettiest dick you've ever seen and stroking it with more enthusiasm than the others, free hand massaging his heavy balls, begging for release.

Ghost is the one who takes the longest to give into it, ignoring his painful boner being strained by his jeans up until John is fucking you. The sight of your attractive body bouncing on his captain's cock is too much for him, legs spreading wider on the couch to adjust his boner until his hand hesitantly starts to rub his length over his clothes, shamelessly thinking it's him the one fucking you.

And that fantasy becomes a reality soon enough, once you're fucked-out and your cunt is ready to take more, nice and wet for the men he trusts the most. He has rules for it, of course. They can't fuck you without a condom, anything you feel uncomfortable with is off limits, and if you show any signs of discomfort, they have to stop. Soap only whined about not being able to fuck you raw, earning him a look that got him to shut up immediately.

Gaz is a gentle lover despite how excited he was, eating your cunt out nice and slow, plump lips latching onto your clit while your hand gently pushes the back of his head closer, a teasing ''patience, love.'' escaping his lips as he lines up the tip of his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing in and giving you time to adjust to his thickness before he's fucking into you slowly, making sure every thrust hits deep inside you. He switches positions a few times, settling in for the one that makes you moan louder, hands holding onto your hips as he fucks into you from behind.

Johnny is more eager, more... youthful, just happy to be able to fuck you. He'd never admit it, but he's had his eye on you ever since he first met you, wishing he was as lucky as his captain. He eats you out for the longest, messily sucking and licking all over your cunt, lips latching onto your clit, tongue swirling over it, your moans encouraging him to go for longer even when his tongue is tired. He's on his knees in front of the bed, one of his hands busy jerking himself off and stopping right when he's about to cum just by tasting you. H's not enthusiastic about putting a condom on, though he quickly forgets about his annoyance once he's balls deep inside you, hands holding onto your waist as he fucks into you, fast and deep.

Ghost is the only one who doesn't eat you out yet, being slightly uncomfortable about the whole thing and about being watched. John knows Ghost ever since he was Simon, so he tells the boys to go clean up while he too leaves the room, making sure to be within earshot in case anything happens, despite knowing he can trust Simon with his life. He makes up for it by fingering your cunt, long digits sinking into it slowly, brown eyes fully focusing on your expression to make sure you're enjoying every second of it. It takes a while before he fucks you, condom rolling down his thick length and making sure you're all nice and wet before hesitantly pushing in, holding you in a nice missionary while he thrusts in and out, his massive body caging you in and making you feel safe. The mask goes up halfway, giving you sloppy, inexperienced kisses as a reward for taking him so well. Simon is a talker when he's close, face seeking shelter into the crook of your neck as he praises you for being so good for him, for taking his cock so well and making him feel good.

Once the boys are gone, Price runs a bath for you, asking you if you enjoyed yourself and if you'd be interested on doing that again in the future. He presses gentle kisses to your forehead, warm hands washing your body with love and care, allowing you to fall asleep in his arms even when you're in the bathtub. He dries your body and puts you to bed after changing the sheets, a look of pure adoration in his eyes.

[getosbigballsack]

Random thought! - Husband Gojo x Wife Reader-chan #inside the diary

Hear me out! Gojo read your thoughts in your diary and came to realize that he was a terrible husband to you.

He knew he was a good lay, hence the reason he managed to knock you up three times. But as of lately, he came to realize that you weren't interested in having sex with him.

At first, he thought it was just because you were too tired, having to take care of the kids while he works, all day by yourself (in which he understands, and he praises you for being such a wonderful mother).

But that wasn't the case. He just happened to come home early from work while you were out shopping with the kids, and he got a hold of your diary.

Interestingly, he took it upon himself to skim through the pages of your book, just to see what's inside your little head. Nothing out of the ordinary, just little notes and reminders to yourself about the task you had to complete and a few words of encouragement here and there.

He usually doesn't read through your thoughts, always thinking that if you had an issue you'd come and talk to him, so he was about to put your diary back where he found it because he didn't want to pry further into your thoughts, but that's until one page in particular caught his eye.

I find it difficult to enjoy sex with my husband nowadays and I don't know why?

Words in blue handwriting are written beautifully on the paper. He kept on reading, and as he continued to move further down the line, he felt his heart break.

It’s just me, but I don't think I'm attractive enough to have sex with my husband.

I wanted to suggest the last time we had sex [that was a month ago], but I didn't wanna ruin the moment for him because he looked like he was having fun.

Satoru came home today and wanted to have sex. I told him no. He never forced himself on me. He only kissed me goodnight and left to go sleep in the guest room. I know he was upset but did he really have to leave?

It's been 2 months, and Satoru hasn't tried touching me since that night. Am I not worthy of loving anymore? He doesn't even buy me flowers anymore or take me out on dates.

He doesn't compliment me anymore, doesn't tell me that I'm beautiful. He doesn’t even call me baby girl, doll or even honey.

No more I love you, only kisses to the forehead and peck on the lips before he leaves for work in the morning.

He comes home late, I'm always alone with the kids, no more family dinners, no more kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom conversations. No more late-night kisses, no more holding me tightly in his arms while he sleeps.

Does he not want me anymore?

Sometimes I wanna visit his office with the children but I’m afraid that he’ll find my presence a bit annoying. I feel lonely without him here with me.

I should've said yes that night and spread my legs for him,

That's my duty as his wife.

To have fulfilled all my husband's needs without complaint.

But it hurts to have sex, I'm just not in the mood. I'm too tired, I just need my husband to hold me, but he's not there.

I can't complain, he's the reason I don't have to work.

But is it so bad to ask my husband to love me without having the need to touch me?

The last entry to your diary reads.

I'm going to do it today, bare the pain and have sex with my husband, just so that I can feel his love once again. 

Now he knows the real reason you won’t have intercourse with him, or let's say the reason you don’t enjoy having sex with him. You feel as though he doesn’t love you anymore, and he needs to fix that. So, until he can figure out a way to prove to you just how much he loves you, he’ll have to deprive himself of your warm loving touch. 

Later in the day when you came home with the kids, you saw your husband cooking up a storm in the kitchen. “Hey baby girl, want something to eat? It’s been a while hasn’t it.” too stunned to even say a word, you just watched as your kids, ages 3, 4 and 6 ran over to their dad and engulfed him in a big hug. He giggled and stopped whatever he was doing to bend to his children’s height and kissed every single of them on their cheeks. “Hey boys. Did you all take your mom out shopping today?” Oh, that’s right you’re a boy mom. You managed to pop three boys, all of them came out looking just like their dad, especially your eldest son. 

The boys chatted away with their dad until he excused himself and walked over to you and wrapped his arms tightly around your body. You're in a state of shock, unable to move for a moment until he whispers, “can I get a hug back?” and you did give him a hug. 

“Welcome home, have a seat, dinner’s almost ready. I cooked vegetable curry today, I know it’s your favourite,” and indeed it is your favourite. For the rest of the day, he spent time in the kitchen cooking while chatting with his kids, not without taking small glances at you. You all ate dinner together, got the kids ready for bed when night falls, before preparing for bed yourselves. 

You remembered that you wrote in your diary that you were about to try and have sex with your husband, all for the sake of feeling his love again, but that didn’t happen. Instead, you found your husband already waiting for you on the bed, fully dressed in pjs, a cup of your favourite tea in his hand and a warm loving smile on his face. 

He immediately started up a conversation with you, asking you about your day and your trip to the shopping centre. You had no clue what was going on inside your husband’s head, but it’s been a while since he last sat down and had small conversations like these, and you weren’t about to miss this opportunity. 

So with a smile on your face, you told everything that happened today and even the fact that you had to buy a bag of grapes you had no intentions of buying, but you did so because your 3 year old son stole and ate a few while you picked up a bag of oranges. The conversation went all a while until he sighed. 

“Y/N,” he whispered in a serious tone. “We need to talk. I was going to wait until tomorrow, but I can’t bear the fact that my wife would be going to bed with doubts about our relationship and my love for you.”

You swallow thickly and rest your now empty cup against the nightstand before turning to face your husband fully. He reached his hand out for you, and you gently placed your left hand in his. He wrapped his large hand around your finger and gently pulled you until you were straddling his lips. You swallowed that thick lump yet again, before whispering, “So what is it that we need to talk about.”

“Why do you always refuse to communicate your feelings with me?” he asked as he let go of your hand and wrapped both hands around your waist and rested his head up against your chest. “I know I haven’t been a good husband to you these past few months, but I don’t want you to think that I don’t love you or that you’re not worthy of loving.”

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

He sighed heavily before taking a deep breath. “I found your diary in the living room when I got home, and I read through your notes.” Your body tensed up in his lap, your mind immediately racing towards negative thoughts. Is he angry? Why did you have to carelessly leave your diary out in the open for him to see. 

“Oh!”

“I’m sorry for reading through your diary, but I’m happy that I did because my wife won’t communicate with me,” he said with a frustrated sigh. 

You frowned, “Would you have listened even if I tried?”

“I would’ve dropped everything and listened to whatever it is that you have to say. I know it's my duty to ensure that my wife is living her best happy life, and that it’s also my responsibility to take care of your wellbeing, but I can’t always know what's going on with you if you don’t communicate with me.” 

Communication on your end has always been a big issue in your relationship with your husband. It bothered him and he’d hope that after a while you would’ve grown out of your bad habit, but he guess he’s wrong, because here you are now after 8 years of being a relationship total and that includes the four years of marriage, and 3 kids later, you still struggling to figure out a way to communicate your feelings with him. 

“I broke my heart when I read that you thought that as my wife, your duty is to only provide for me sexually or even the fact that you don’t think that you’re attractive enough to have sex with me. What hurts me the most is that you have so many doubts about my love for you. Y/N you know that I love you right?”

“I do,” your voice trembled slightly as you answered. 

“Then why are you doubting my feelings for you? I apologise for leaving you to sleep in the guest room that night, it was wrong of me to be upset all because you told me no.” There was a moment of silence, you figured he was waiting for a response in which you never gave.

“I know I don’t say this as much as I need to, but I love you. I LOVE YOU so very much. I love you as my best friend, my wife and I love you even more as the mother of my children.” Tears started to obstruct your vision as you stared off at your wedding portrait that was above your bed and listened as your husband poured his hurt out to you. 

“I need you to stop thinking that you are not worthy of loving because you are more than worthy. You’re an amazing woman, an amazing wife, and an amazing mother to our children. Just the fact that you're a mother makes you worthy of loving.” 

“Satoru… I- I,” you stuttered, trying to formulate the words inside your mouth, but even if you did, what are you going to say to your husband? You had not one clue. 

“I’m not a mind reader Y/N, so you need to start communicating your feelings with me, because if you don’t tell me, I’m not going to always know,” he said to you as he snuggled his head against your chest. 

“I- I’ll do better.” 

“I’m happy to hear that, and I promise to show you just how much I love you and do whatever it is to ensure that my wife is happy, because your happiness means the most to me. I’ll get you those flowers you want, and I’ll try my best to buy you loads of flowers in the future. And about visiting my office.”

“Yes?” you said. 

“I would love for you to pop up at my office one day with the kids and surprise me. My workers have been dying to meet my beautiful wife and children. And about the late-night work meetings. I can’t promise you that there won’t be any more late-night meetings, but I'll do my best to get home as early as I can to be with you and the kids. I don’t want you to feel as though I’ve abandoned you with the kids. I’ll take a few days off from work too and take the ends out. You’re right we barely have family time.”

“Thank you,” you said smiling as you allowed those tears to run down your cheeks. 

“I’ll do better as your husband. It wasn't my intention to not cuddle and hold you tightly while we sleep. Baby you know you can always smack me in the head or do that cute silly little thing you do and crawl underneath my arms if you want to cuddle with me,” he said to you, and you let out a small giggle. 

He chuckled too as he removed one hand from around your waist to cradle your cheek. “Lastly, this is about our sex life. If I make you feel physical pain, or uncomfortable at any time during intercourse you need to let me know because the last thing I want to do is hurt you. In your diary you said that you wanted to suggest the last time we had sex. I want you to tell me what it is.”

Your face heated up immediately, why would he have to bring that up now. Couldn’t he have waited until a better time. But nonetheless despite the obvious look of embarrassment on your face you whispered, “I was wondering if… if…”

“Yes?” 

“I was wondering if we could try something outside the usual vanilla sex,” you said to him, and he cocked his eyebrow towards you. “It’s not that I don’t enjoy vanilla sex, I love having vanilla sex with you and you know how to be rough when you need to be. But I thought it would be nice if we could do something different.” 

“What do you suggest?” he asked with a sunning grin on his face. 

“Maybe we could try using some sex toys.” 

“Sex toys heh?” he said, and you quickly covered up your face with your hands. “I’m open, I don’t mind getting a few sex toys here and there for us to use. I can order us a few online on another day.”

“Ok…”

“Good girl. I love you.” he whispered as he kissed your lips. "I promise I'll be a better husband for you."

“I love you too, Satoru.”

[ereawrites]

Hey gurl✨ I’m in my wife era rn so maybe some Shisui and/or Tobirama husband/jealous husband hcs?🫣 I loooovee your writing and tbh your thoughts are my thoughts so no pressure😩 If you not feeling it feel free to ignore me babe🧚🏻‍♀️

YOU HAVE FED ME SO GOOD MISS GIRL! under the cut for length

shisui

this isn't too relevant but I have to include it. it's too cute. I definitely see shisui getting married pretty young, like early 20s. if he finds his person he's going for it. probably gets a lot of shit for it from his family, but he doesn't care

loooong honeymoon period. in part because they're still a young couple but also... shisui is just a really devoted husband. he loves the married life. insists on kissing her goodbye every morning, eating together every night, stuff like that

LOVES DECORATING THEIR HOUSE are u kidding me. let's say they get a kinda shitty place right after they get married, and put a tonne of work into doing it up. he gets so into painting, building the furniture, even starts up a little herb garden in their kitchen

finds so many ways to drop his wife into conversation lol. he's down bad even after the honeymoon period ends, so he wants to show her off. his FAV is when she swings by his workplace to bring him his 'forgotten' lunch. he turns around to the rest of the guys like. yeah. that's my WIFE. isn't she hot.

very much a believer in keeping the romance alive. he wants to keep making the effort with her until the day he dies. veryyyy good at remembering anniversaries, scheduling regular date nights, etc. always makes sure she has fresh flowers in the house

obviously it isn't all perfect though. especially while they're young (and presumably both still active, high-ranking shinobi) their schedules keep them apart a lot. and this hits shisui really hard tbh. he hates coming back to an empty home after a long mission, knowing he might not even see his wife before he has to leave again

work is probably where most of their arguments stem from, actually. I don't see it being a regular thing, but it's easy for resentment to build in those kinds of situations. shisui is very torn between his love for his village, and his love for his wife, and the fact he can't prioritise both. thankfully shisui is a good communicator so they make things work.

in terms of jealousy... I don't see it being a common thing. maybe before they get married he tends towards it a bit more, but once she's his wife, why would he worry? she's his entire world and he knows she loves him just as much

the only way I rly see him getting jealous at all is if they're going through a bit of a rough patch for the reasons mentioned above. maybe they haven't seen each other in weeks, and they both get back from a mission on the same day. and there's some kind of event/function that evening that they have to attend

so they barely have a chance to acknowledge each other, before they're pulled apart again by the crowd. so if shisui sees some random guy getting a little too close and flirty with her, he gets more annoyed than he'd like to admit

even then though.. he's not necessarily jealous as much as he is upset. like goddamn just let this poor man have his beloved wife to himself for a night. in this situation he's more likely to behave more rashly than usual, and he might just make some excuses and take her home lol. he gets a little bit pouty until she gives him some attention

overall, though, he's very chill. he trusts her implicitly, and expects the same from her. they need to have a very honest, respectful relationship if he's going to wife her up

god okay and in old age they're so cute together. I bet they have a bunch of kids (probably accidentally tbh lol) so then they end up with a whole squadron of grandchildren. he's that fun grandpa who sneaks them sweets when the parents aren't looking. all the grandbabies want to sleep over at their house. and they LOVE it.

to sum up: very good husband. very relaxed, communicates well, makes her feel loved every day. why did he have to die I want to throw myself off a bridge.

tobirama

first of all. good job to this woman. wrangling tobirama into marriage is not an easy job. he's so fucking ANNOYING. it probably takes him years to confess he even has feelings for her, let alone ask for her hand in marriage

but once he gets there. it's pretty cute. he doesn't really act very differently for the most part - he'd already decided his heart belonged to her well before they married, and wholly committed. so his behaviour doesn't change much, and there isn't much of a honeymoon period. sorry. he's like marriage is just a contractual agreement why would it change anything between us

he does make a few little indulgences though. he gets this smug little look every time he introduces her as his wife. he's actually just a lot more prone to 'showing her off' in general, and more likely to show some physical affection in public. for tobirama that's maybe a peck on the cheek lol. but it's progress

he's definitely a lot.... gentler?idk. with her once they're married as well. he makes an effort to be more patient and less snippy, and shows his appreciation for her in a lot of quiet little ways. for example, he'll be sure to leave work on time no matter how busy it is if he knows she's putting a lot of effort into dinner that night. or if she spends a second too long looking at a new dress in the store, he's buying it for her

on that note. tobirama is such a provider once they're married. he does have that traditional idea of providing for his wife. he'll probably ask her if she wants to become a stay at home wife tbh. if she says yes, he still expects her to get out in the community of course. he'd love if she did volunteering work, maybe at the hospital or with kids or something. but he's also equally happy for her to keep working. power couple vibes very strong

they have a nice, quiet little house away from the village where no one bothers then and they loooove it. especially tobirama, his wife and their home are his sanctuary. everyone else gtfo

other than that, not much is really different from before their marriage. they probably actually lead quite independent lives, to the point where people don't even know they're married until tobirama drops it into conversation a few months later. they're very private and lowkey.

unfortunately for her, tobirama's paranoia also persists. he's a bit delulu sometimes lol and she knows this going in. but it does inevitably cause some issues, especially if she's headstrong (which is definitely the type of woman he ends up with)

he trusts his wife more than anything. he would never doubt her for a second. but other men? the enemy. not to be trusted. they're all dogs. it drives him absolutely batshit crazy to watch them ogling her, or god forbid trying to flirt with her. which is actually kinda common bc they're such a lowkey couple, so people assume she's single

tobirama isn't one to make a scene per se, but this definitely leads to a few awkward situations in public, and she probably ends up embarrassed a few times. and there's 10000% arguments behind closed doors. I don't see either of them being good with this lol. he acts like she's his political enemy he's ridiculous

but because he loves her so much, and he actually really wants to put work into the longevity of their marriage, he'll come around. he's a lot softer and more willing to compromise when it comes to her. but she can't point that out because he's mortified

over time, he chills out a lot more. they're one of those couples that just get stronger and better with time. they grow a lot together, and although they probably continue to disagree a lot throughout their marriage, it's always in a way that leaves their relationship stronger. and he only gets softer for her. people (hashirama) even start to point out how devoted he is and he can't even deny it. cute

overall a kind of difficult husband, because he is an exceptionally difficult man, but my god he loves her so much. he would do anything to make her happy.

[the-ace-with-spades]

(another unfinished post i found on the way to glasgow - that was the longest train ride in my life - I'm sorry in advance)

When Ice finally passes away, at the age of 73, in his sleep, Bradley moves Mav into their house the same day.

He gets the call in the morning, while trying to simultaneously cook Jake's breakfast and try to make their daughter put on a rain jacket. It's not Mav, but someone from the hospital. Jake doesn't know this — Bradley's face twitches only for a second and then he's back to the nagging, relaxing tone and telling their daughter it's raining and it won't stop. Jake only finds out when he comes back home from the school drop-off and Mav is already there on their couch. Jake doesn't even get the full explanation until that night, just a quick, "Ice passed away overnight."

There's only their three youngest living with them at the time — their 18-year-old daughter who attends UC San Diego, and their 15-year-old son who is still in high school, and their 7-year-old daughter — so Mav takes one of the vacant bedrooms.

The first few nights, Bradley sleeps in the same bed with him. Neither of them looks like they get much sleep. They don't really eat, either, just drink coffee and nibble on the crackers.

The kids start coming back home, and their oldest helps Jake arrange most of the things for the funeral, at least for the first few days. Mav is... numb, not really there, and Jake understands — he would, too, if he woke up one day and his husband died in his sleep next to him. Bradley is silent, mostly, the way he usually rambles to fill out the silence, the way he hums, the way he sings at any given time when there are no words spoken, it's all gone and Jake doesn't know how to fill out the silence either, how to ask, how to make it better without asking.

Bradley doesn't cry, or at least not the way he knows Mav does — he can see Mav's red eyes every morning — but there's something empty in his gaze, in the way his eyes follow Mav and in the way he melts whenever Mav is around, always close, always brushing against him. Mav spaces out a lot, doesn't talk much, doesn't—well, doesn't do much. Every time he tries to help with something, paperwork, the funeral arrangements, the hospital bills, even just sorting out the kids' school leave or Jake's own work leave, he fumbles a bit, not really able to focus on anything for long, and it's like his mind is completely scrambled. Jake doesn't know how to help him — doesn't know if they even can.

The kids, well, did not take it well, as expected. The oldest two try to be brave and help Jake with everything, keep the house going, but their youngest daughter doesn't really understand why her pops isn't back, the middle kids don't understand why now — Ice was in remission, in good health, would go hiking with them once a month, play with them in the backyard, talking about plans for the future with them, nothing that would tell them to expect their pops passing away. Mav and Ice had taken care of all of them for years, while Jake and Bradley were still deployable, and helping out as much as they could. Ice was a huge part of their lives, since the very beginning.

Bradley is certainly not doing any better but one couldn't be able to tell if they didn't know him well enough. He's always been more for packing his feelings into a tight neat box, compartmentalizing until there is too much and it all overflows in some explosive way. His focus is mostly on Mav and the kids, trusting Jake to take care of anything he can't.

Jake can't even ask him how he's doing until the night before the funeral.

Mav tells Bradley he wants to be alone that night and Bradley lands in their bedroom.

He acts normal — checks the kids are in bed, checks on Mav, prepares stuff for breakfast in the morning, has a shower. Only when he sits down in their bed, their dress blues, cleaned and pressed sitting on the hangers hooked up on their wardrobe, right in front of him—only then he freezes, a blank stare still on the uniforms.

Jake sits down next to him on the bed. "Talk to me, Bradley."

"I knew it was going to happen at some point, I just," "I just thought we would have a few more years."

Bradley sleeps curled up on his chest — he sleeps the whole night, soundlessly, and Jake is almost settled.

Almost. Mav is a couple doors down, alone.

Ice's been—had been retired many years now, but he had been high enough in the ranks that the Navy still insists on making a military funeral. Jake tried to take away as much of the flashy bullshit as possible, but there are still things leftover — the sailors with the flag, the flyover. But there's no one who wasn't close with the family at the ceremony, there's no speeches, and no one tries to hand either Mav or Bradley a flag.

The wake has an even smaller amount of people, all packed in their house — Mav hasn't been at his own house since — and thanks to Slider, mostly, and his 'the bastard wouldn't want us to mope around', it's less sad and quiet.

Mav eats two slices of cake, which is the most Jake's seen him eat since, and even laughs at some stories about Ice people are exchanging.

Ice had a good life. A big family. A big happy family that loved him.

But life goes on without him. Jake goes back to work first, then the kids have to go back to school, then Bradley has to back to work. After a couple of days alone at their house, Mav starts bringing up moving back to his own house.

He's not really doing great. He's still quiet, still spaces out more often than not, still forgets himself sometimes, still freezes whenever he tries to say something and the we he uses is one person short. He's—lifeless, for a lack of better word, and seems like he's noticing it now that Bradley isn't with him most of the waking hours.

"That is our home," Mav tells them. "I can't abandon it forever, I'd be abandoning him, too, if I—"

Jake—Jake gets it. He doesn't like it, but he gets it.

Bradley's been fielding off any suggestions of Mav moving out but he's pretty sure that soon Mav is going to pack his stuff and up and leave without asking for permission.

"If he wants to move back home, we can't exactly hold him here. against his will."

"Jake," Bradley says. "I feel like—if we let Mav go back there alone, he's going to die of a broken heart and I won't have either of them anymore."

"Sweetheart—"

"I know it's selfish," he interrupts, "but I can't lose him, too. Not now."

Jake can't make Mav stay with them — so he finds the best solution he can and instead, they all move in with Mav. Hell with it, he's going to try to get everyone to live their lives to the end. They'd done it before, Mav, Ice, Bradley, Jake and their two kids under one roof, when their oldest two were their only two kids.

The two of them and two of their youngest; two of their kids move into their house so they don't have to sell it.

Mav lives on. They try to occupy his mind by throwing their youngest at him — ask him to take her to school, pick her up from school, take her to her gymnastics class, do her homework with her, teach her how to play piano. The other kids pick up on it, too, and their high schoolers would wrap Mav into doing math workbooks with them, or ask him to drive them to their friends' house, and the kids that have moved out ask Mav to go to lunch together or call him to ask him things about car and house repairs that don't exist.

Mav gets brighter every day. Never as bright as before, but no longer so numb.

Their daughter ends up never moving out and so do they.

They all get older but Mav holds up pretty well. He does break his hip when trying to wash the windows, had a limp and terrible back ache ever since, had to stop driving because he can't see shit, had to stop piloting even sooner, and his memory is also shit, but Jake is pretty sure his cholesterol is lower than his own and he has better blood pressure than Bradley. Bradley and Mav are the ones cooking after all, Jake is the one eating all the tasty but not healthiest food, and Mav's life revolves around spoiling his cute great-grandkids and Bradley's is filled with the constant stress of managing Navy's top flying school.

For his ninetieth birthday, Mav flies a fighter jet as a passenger, the oldest person to ever do that — his youngest granddaughter is the one to take him up in the air, a junior grade lieutenant herself. They have a birthday party held at their house, Mav falls asleep in the armchair, Bradley makes fun of him and promptly falls asleep on the couch, too. Jake loves them both so much and still kind of can't believe he has this — house full of grown-up kids and grandkids of his own, his graying husband of over thirty years, his father-in-law coming to an age he wanted to see his mother at.

They're cleaning up, their two daughters who still don't have kids and didn't need to go home helping, and Mav tells them he's going to get some fresh air on their veranda. "I've got a terrible headache," is all he says.

Half an hour passes, they've packed all the clean and dirty dishes, and Bradley huffs to himself. "He fell asleep on the bench again, didn't he," and goes outside.

Bradley shouts for him in less than a minute. The ambulance is there in eight. Within the half-hour and a CT scan in the hospital, the neurologist tells them Mav is too far gone to survive the day. Within six hours, every single person from their family has come to say goodbye. When they pass the seven hours mark, Jake stands up from the plastic chair behind Bradley — he's not about to tell Bradley he should rest, but he's been holding Mav's hand since the minute they admitted Mav to the ward and hasn't eaten or drunk anything all day. He tells him he'll go grab them a coffee and bagels and gets a little nod and a smile.

Jake comes back twenty minutes later and Bradley doesn't even look up from where he's gripping Mav's hand.

"Can you get the nurse for me?"

[flare-the-freak]

Made a fix it JJK au bc sillies! So here's some random silly things :3

I post more goofy stuff on my friend's and I's JJK server! I'll drop the invite below ;)

The only reason this somehow happens is because Toji gets paid MORE by Gojo, so he gets a salary by Gojo and ends up more in an uncle position with Megumi and Tsumaki! More in depth is Gojo helps Toji get back on his feet, and actually chooses to yoink Megumi and Tsumaki so they doesn't get stuck with the Zen'in

Suguru DOESN'T defect, but still hates non sorcerers, and sometimes rants to Gojo about how he wishes he could just- implode them! Non-sorcerers tend to avoid Suguru since he sometimes talks about this in public

Curses are actually integrated into society! There's two "types" of curses that you can encounter. The Normal curses we know (Animalistic, runs on fear as fuel, extremely dangerous and tend to kill a ton of people) or "Humanoid" curses, IE Jogo, Hanami, Mahito, etc! Non-sorcerers can see both breeds, however usually only interact with Humanoids!

Yuji, Sukuna, Choso, and Kenjaku (in Ms. Itadori's (does she have a name?) body) all live together. Kenjaku never gets in possession of Geto's body (since he doesn't die) and Sukuna is an elder brother to Yuji, but younger to Choso. Same abilities but toned down

Sukuna is a third year at Jujutsu Tech

Choso is in college, studying the fine arts

Kenjaku is a single mom. She's not the greatest in this, but damn it he's trying! (and genderfluid)

Gojo and Geto teach at JJK tech. Gojo even got Toji a job there!

Rainbow comes back! No one realized curses can reform and keep it's memories, or it's just a special case..but she's back! She found Gojo once when he was on a mission, she very clearly wasn't tethered to Geto anymore, but still clung to Gojo like a giant cat. She shrank herself down to the size of a big dog and followed him home

Gojo and Geto now have Rainbow in their house, Megumi was so mad (Curses don't need to eat though, thankfully. She keeps shredding his bed with her nails though.)

Speaking of Megumi, him and Sukuna have known each other awhile, and Sukuna tries to wing man him AND Yuji (He hates watching them pathetically flirt. It makes him so mad)

Sukuna came home with face tattoos (inspired by a JJK art piece I saw will tag once I find!) after being dared by his friends to get them while drunk. Kenjaku grounded him for 3 months. Anytime someone asks, now Sukuna says it's part of his cursed technique.

oh whoops! dropped some ocs in there! shout out to @notagremlim

for their sona Grem who I've traumatized beyond repair using Toji! GREMJI BRAINROT TIME! <3

Grem and Toji were married, until Toji got involved with some dumb shit and divorced his husband as Toji didn't want them involved. Grem was...not happy when Toji came back. Refused to talk to him for like- 3 months. Toji was like a pathetic cat, and Gojo was not great advice considering bro was a teen dad and still traumatized from getting mauled!

Speaking of getting mauled, Itadori meets Megumi through Sukuna, who had to come pack for a trip and Megumi (against his will) is forced to come with! Gojo wanted Megumi to have experience on the battlefield against the "feral curses" (Geto isn't happy.) And Itadori...man bro is GONE. Even Kenjaku is raising a brow. Megumi summoned the divine dogs to take care of some curses terrorizing some little kids, and Yuji is like "Oh shit! He's handsome and is a dog person?" Sukuna decides to take Yuji with, who then figures out his cursed technique is....well throwing hands. Pretty much canon stuff there but without Sukuna's abilities and the fingers.

Curses are extremely abundant, with humanoid ones actually helping to exorcise the feral ones. Mahito is a bit of a menace though and Jogo and Hanami are just there to keep him in check

Gojo sometimes works overtime to make sure Geto has time off in case he noticed Geto spiraling

(Suguru has to bring this up when Gojo was gone for a week, came home, and immediately collapsed all six eyes out. And yes. He has a legit six eyes here, it's just he hides it with cursed energy! But when he's super excited about something or REALLY tired they pop out, or if he just- is relaxing at home.)

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#lanuary2024 Day 23: Lan Wangji's Birthday

Lan Zhan feels raw.

Usually, he has his weekends to decompress to avoid spiralling into either a meltdown or, worse, burnout. Unfortunately, this past weekend was filled with unmissable family events. Having Wei Ying with him helped.

But it wasn't enough; it merely delayed the inevitable.

He was doing okay getting by until work today. It's his birthday so the office decided to throw him a little party and so many people kept talking to him.

All he wanted was to come home and curl up in his husband's arms.

As Lan Zhan turns the key to their apartment he can feel the onset of a meltdown coming. He's standing on the edge and it won't take much to push him over.

He takes a slow, grounding breath, opens the door, and freezes.

The main lights are off and the apartment is instead lit by soft lamps. It's not too dark that he can't see but it's not harsh. He wants to cry.

He doesn't know how long he stands in the doorway but at some point, Wei Ying comes up and gently guides him in.

Wei Ying wordlessly takes his bag and sets it aside before he works on removing Lan Zhan's outer layers and shoes. Once those are put away, Wei Ying begins to slowly remove Lan Zhan's clothes before silently helping him into his softest loungewear.

It becomes easier to breathe.

Wei Ying meets his gaze with a soft smile. "Do you want a hug?"

Unable to reply, he nods.

Wei Ying wraps his arms around him and squeezes tight. Lan Zhan melts into him. He loves his husband so very much.

Some time later, Wei Ying pulls back to press a kiss to his lips.

"Happy birthday, my love," he whispers, letting his hands run up into Lan Zhan's hair to give his head a massage. Lan Zhan closes his eyes and leans into his touch, tension gradually leaving him with every press and tug of Wei Ying's hands.

By the time Wei Ying pulls his hands back Lan Zhan feels a hundred times better than he did when he entered their home. He lets out a sigh and opens his eyes to see Wei Ying staring at him with so much adoration it takes his breath away.

Unable to form the words, Lan Zhan kisses him and means 'I love you' and 'I adore you' and 'I don't deserve you but I'm so thankful to have you in my life.' He knows Wei Ying understands.

"Here," Wei Ying murmurs. Gently, he places Lan Zhan's noise-cancelling headphones on him.

Wei Ying turns them on and starts playing Lan Zhan's favourite Classical Chinese playlist on low. Lan Zhan hums in pleasure and follows Wei Ying as he gently tugs him over to the dining table. Lan Zhan sits as instructed and watches as Wei Ying serves him his favourite meals.

Lan Zhan is so overwhelmed with love for Wei Ying. He feels his eyes starting to water as Wei Ying puts Lan Zhan's plate down in front of him while pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

Wei Ying sits down and they eat in silence.

Lan Zhan is so thankful for Wei Ying thinking to put his headphones on him. As much as he adores Wei Ying talking over a meal, he knows he wouldn't have been able to handle all the sounds that come from eating. His husband knows him so well, sometimes better than even himself.

And, of course, he knows Wei Ying just as well. It's just wild to think about someone knowing him so deeply and truly as Wei Ying does. If someone told Lan Zhan when he was a teen that he'd be this close to someone (in every sense of the term) he wouldn't have believed them.

He was always so solitary and never certain on how to even attempt to get closer to someone. It was too daunting and confusing.

And then he met Wei Ying.

Wei Ying came crashing into his life in a swirl of light and laughter and joy and Lan Zhan cracked open.

Wei Ying always made an effort to reach out to Lan Zhan (even in the early days when Lan Zhan was too scared and overwhelmed by the enigma that is Wei Ying) and slowly, Lan Zhan began to understand what it meant to be wanted and treasured. Wei Ying enjoyed his company.

Over time, Lan Zhan grew more comfortable around Wei Ying. He began to feel settled when he was with him. Wei Ying became his safe space. Lan Zhan grew comfortable with all kinds of physical touch and making eye contact with him and Wei Ying always respected his boundaries.

It was inevitable that they would fall into each other, really. Neither of them knew it at the start, but others saw it (they heard the speeches at their wedding). Their love was something so real and natural that it only made sense. He can't imagine his life without Wei Ying.

After they finish eating, Wei Ying takes Lan Zhan's plate away before he has the chance to try to clean it himself and then he leads him into the livingroom where his yoga mat is set up with a pillow. Wei Ying gestures to it with a raised eyebrow in question.

Lan Zhan feels like his heart is too big for his chest. He nods and Wei Ying smiles softly. Lan Zhan watches Wei Ying wander off to grab the weighted blanket and then he lays down on his stomach on the mat. Wei Ying places the weighted blanket folded on his upper back.

He feels himself finally relax, the weight condensed enough to quite literally squeeze the tension out of him. There are so few ways that Lan Zhan can ever truly relax (especially his back) and this is one of them. The only other option is to have his back against Wei Ying.

Lan Zhan closes his eyes and lets out a long sigh.

He drifts.

An indeterminate amount of time later, he finally feels human again. He sucks in a deep breath, feeling the way his ribs expand and contract, and then pushes up, letting the blanket fall to the side.

He sits back on his heels and removes the headphones.

"Feeling better?" Wei Ying asks.

Lan Zhan turns to find him curled up on the couch, book in hand, a soft expression on his face.

"Mn. Much better," Lan Zhan replies.

"I'm glad." Wei Ying pats the couch beside him.

With a smile, Lan Zhan makes his way over and sits beside Wei Ying. They fold into each other, cuddling up close. "Thank you, my love."

Wei Ying sighs happily. "Anything for you, Lan Zhan. It's the least I could do, especially on your birthday!"

Lan Zhan hums and kisses him.

"So, Birthday Boy, shall we watch a few more episodes of your comfort show while we eat cake and cuddle?"

Lan Zhan hugs Wei Ying a little tighter. "That sounds perfect."

And so they do just that. Wei Ying ends up feeding them both while they watch the show.

It's truly the best, most perfect birthday he could have ever asked for.

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[worstghost]

Husband Soap thoughts because I am so soft for this man :b nsfw under the cut

♡It takes him a really long time to propose, you don't rush him by any means but you let him know that you're ready whenever he is. He's nervous that you're going to change your mind and doesn't want to hold you back.

♡When he finally does propose, you two are laying in bed, he's leaving in the morning, and you just want to hold him. You trace the scars on his jaw, down to his chest and let out a soft, content sigh, and he just knows he's ready.

♡He asks you simply, tipping your head up with his finger tips. 'Would you want to get married, bonnie?'

♡And your eyes well up, and you can't find words, but you've been so ready for years and all you can do is kiss him until you can't breathe.

♡When you do pull away, he surprises you by slipping a band on your ring finger. 'I've actually had it for a year now, was just waitin' for the time...'

♡Not exactly opposed to kids, just not aching for them. More of a "if it happens, it happens" kind of guy. He hates leaving you at home when he's working, so the thought of also leaving his child breaks his heart.

♡Will do literally anything for you though, and if you beg him to put a baby in you, he wouldn't tell you no.

♡Takes you out to bars and when you get shitfaced (see: pished) and start karaoke, he jumps up from his table and cheers no matter how bad you're doing, loves to yell 'That's my fuckin' wife' if he's drunk enough.

♡Talks about you non stop, the team knows everything about you from your middle name to what hot sauce you like to which movie made you cry recently.

♡Even after you're married, it takes a long long time for Johnny to fully open up. He doesn't talk about what he does, or what he sees. He wants to keep it separate, he wants you to be the one thing he has away from it all.

♡That results in more than a few arguments when he comes home silently, and refuses to tell you  what happened. You assure him that it's okay to talk to you, that you're here for him and you want to know whats going on.

♡He shuts down and will leave you for a silent shower, and you'll wait for him on the bed patently.

♡He'll come out and ask why you can't just leave it alone, he doesn't want to talk about it. He sounds so exasperated, sinking down next to you.

♡'Johnny, I worry about you... I don't like when you shut me out.' You'll pull him to your chest and rub his back until he relaxes and gives in, telling you about what's bothering him.

♡He wonders if what they're doing is actually changing anything, and he tells you his greatest fear is that he'll come home one day and the house will be empty and you'll have left without so much as a note for a goodbye.

♡You promise that could never happen, as long as he waits for you, you'll always wait for him.

♡NSFW♡

♡Usually after moments like those, you're both overwhelmed with affection, and Johnny shows you just how much when he slides down onto his knees between your legs.

♡He loves eating you out before sex, it's just how he does it. He won't stop until you cum, jokingly telling you he's 'Gotta open you up, get you ready for all o' this' while running a hand down his chest.

♡It makes you laugh every time, and he never gets tired of hearing it.

♡He'll start with kisses down your chest, stopping to give attention to each of your nipples, and even now, years into it, he watches your face to see exactly what you like.

♡He'll continue moving down, pressing his lips to every inch of your stomach, then your hip bones and then he'll stop, chin resting on your thigh, until you look down and ask him sweetly to keep going.

♡Nights like this, he won't make you beg, instead diving right in with a kiss to your clit and gentle tongue swipes across your slit.

♡He loves moving slow, getting you worked up and sliding two thick fingers in, curling them until you're sobbing his name.

♡Only then will he move back up and kiss you, grinding his painfully hard cock against your thigh.

♡He'll ask if you're ready, if you want it, and all you can do is nod against him and lift your hips to meet his.

♡How could he say no?

♡When he finally sinks in, he'll press his forehead to yours and sigh out a shaky breath, talking you through it.

♡'Always so perfect, mo ghràdh.. ' 'You take me so well, look at you...'

♡He'd hold your face in his hands while he fucks into you, watching and memorizing every face you make, every little gasp and moan.

♡You'll know when he's close, he'll get erratic and lean back to pull one of your legs to his chest, biting his lip. He'll ask you where you want it, pressing a massive hand down onto your lower belly, feeling himself inside you.

♡And when you sob and beg him to cum in you, he'll do it happily, giving you praises the entire time, telling you how much he loves you, your pussy, how good you are.

♡He doesn't even pull out when he finishes, instead rolling onto his back and pulling you with him. He'll hold you until you start squirming and then relent, going to clean up and get you water.

husband Alejandro thoughts husband König thoughts

[gayerthanevertbh]

arcadia: one

takes place in “the other woman” & “the last time” series!

summary: after a year of despair, y/n has come to terms with her indecisiveness and guilt over her past “relationship” with the older woman. though her marriage is failing, she’s losing herself and mourns for the lost of her own first love. what she doesn’t know is that natasha sent her a letter that her husband has been keeping for over a year.

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI natasha “recovering” from alcoholism, angst, mentions of alcohol and cigarettes, older!natasha x young!fem!reader, and a broken marriage.

notes: this chapter is very short, but it will be longer in the future. enjoy!

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I was only twenty-seven when I got married to Patrick. At first, I was in love with him. How could you not? He has these big blue eyes that stare at you forever and his ruffled brown hair that is so delicate and soft when you touch it. His teeth were small but attractive, his lips were thin – but kissable. I was so in love with him, or so I thought.

Or maybe I loved the idea of being in love with him because there was nothing else to escape from my love... my old love for Natasha.

One year into our marriage, everything has fallen apart. No, literally fallen apart. He was away most often, while I was at home, doing my work. I was still writing. In fact, I'm an editor-in-chief at Graham Magazine Inc. – which by the way, has been very gifted to me. Natasha used to always say I have great talent with my writing skills, especially in poetry. She liked hearing my stories and reading from my scrap notebook, kissing my head while telling me how I will be the greatest writer.

I have achieved that dream but I still left her. I don't know why. Why? Why must I leave? When will you come back to me? I don't know, Tasha. I don't know when or how I will come back to you, I just can't.

Maybe I was idle with the idea of being with her, or maybe I was too frightened to let myself be with her since everyone hated us together. I knew, from the start, that she was never the problem in our relationship. I was the one who kept leaving her, I was the one who left her hanging. I was the one who kept pushing her away. There's no excuse for my stupidity, yet I could not help myself. Something deep inside of me crawls up all the way to my neck until I'm suffocating, those are the guilts and indecisiveness that wouldn't leave me alone. It's more like they're haunting me, as I try to run away from them. And then once they leave me alone, the cycle of my depression creeps in.

Therapy doesn't usually help. Mrs. Luis has done her best to help me, yet it seems like her steps or bright advice never execute me. She wonders that as well, asking me: have you tried writing your story? Maybe you should do it again and I deliberately would, walking back home and opening my laptop, but I never touched my keyboard. I only stared at the blank screen on my laptop and realized I've lost all of my talents. Then, my smoking addiction will kick in and several hours later, I couldn't think of anything else but the meaning of love and acceptance. Why must I go on this path when I should've chosen her instead? Why have I gone imprudent and unwary? Stupid me, stupid you.

Hours later, I'd be falling asleep with my ashtrays full of smoke dust.

"What food are you getting?" Patrick asked, his hand holding mine against the table as I heard the endless chatter from the crowd, but not to the extent where I lost my mind. It seems calmer than the last time I was here.

"Just the usual," I shrugged my shoulders, removing my palm away from his as I grabbed my phone instead. "I don't know what to really order, you know it would take me time to know what I'm gonna eat."

He sighs and drops his head. "Maybe we should change our routine."

"Haven't we been doing that lately?" lies. Neither of us has been doing it, not even myself. I guess I could say I've lost all the effort and the hope of idealizing my marriage with him.

"We pretend to do it," he responded with emphasis, his lips twitching from the cold air radiating the restaurant. "Look, I have another trip by the end of the week. Do you need me to send extra money to your bank account to shop for yourself?"

Here's the thing I loathe the most about him: he can be conceited and push his accomplishments to me until I've gone insane. He makes me feel like I can't do anything other than being this perfect little housewife for him, like this one episode in Gilmore Girls. Though, we're married. The show is fictional.

"I earn my own money," I say with an edge slightly in my tone, not looking back at him.

"But–"

"Keep your money," I stop him from speaking as I raised my hand, bringing the waiter to us. "I don't really go out, anyway. I'll probably just work and go to my therapist this week."

"Okay," he finally lets it go and scratches the back of his head. "Fine. I'll be packing at night."

"Awesome."

Terrific, even. I'm so happy for him! Seriously, I'm the proudest wife that could ever exist. Oh, he's so perfect. How could I hurt him? No. He hurts me, he's so self-absorbed that you'd find him sickening and boring. All he talks about is his wealth and body, which he manages to stay fit with after all these years. The Patrick I met was no longer with me, he died the minute I married this psychotic guy who grins like this one character from Gone Girl. That's right, Nick Dunne. He's exactly like Nick Dunne.

We went back home an hour later and he packed quietly, while I was on my laptop again – still trying to think what to write next. I thought about writing my "affair" with Natasha many years ago, but wouldn't that be too juicy? That's mostly the point, people love the thrill of that kind of romance. Other than that, it's something that hurts me until this day forward. After two coffees and three cigarettes, Patrick's luggage was by the door while fixing his beanie that he wears on this cold evening. As a wife, I stood up and gave him a searing kiss. He kissed me back, surprisingly. He doesn't kiss back much, but maybe this woke him up. What woke him up?

"Be good," he says, pecking my forehead. I nodded and leaped back to my room, not looking back when he left the house.

I poured my glass of water and looked at my emails, scanning if my boss had sent me more information that we are writing about this woman who has became a millionaire at the edge of seventeen. She must be so successful, then. I wish I was something like that myself.

But she thinks about writing to Natasha instead.

No. I can't relapse. I can't go through my old emails with her and pretend everything is back to normal, letting the woman be hurt again. I can't do that to her again, it would be too much burden and misery. But there's this pounding in my head that I should write to her, to know if she's doing okay or bad. Why should I care? She's no longer mine, I'm no longer hers. Plus, I swore to Patrick that I'll love–

Out of impulsiveness, I sat back by the foot of the bed and grabbed my laptop, laying it on my lap. I still remember what her username was, but I have no idea if she still uses it as her main. Either way, it's now or never.

I shall type that I miss her and I love her.

No. I can't.

I caught a glimpse of the clock ticking on the wall and decided to count a minute before I wrote something down. If I don't decide within sixty seconds, I will never write to her again. I will force myself to forget her email username and possibly throw everything away. Thirty seconds in, and I haven't decided. Thirty left. Why is it going so fast? I looked at my computer and typed out her name, not naming the subject. Should I be anonymous? No, that's stupid. I shake my head in my foolishness.

Ten seconds in.

Fuck!

I didn't give it another second and typed a word. Hi. I know that's something I shouldn't send, but knowing my younger self, I know Natasha would receive that kind of message from me.

I let my fingers maneuver the keyboard instead, not caring if there are any errors – which I hardly doubt that there will be – and clicked send.

Natasha was on the road to recovery from her alcohol addiction, but that never happened. She knew she had to stop someday, but alcohol seems to be her long time friend and a companion ever since her lover left – again. Was she sick of it? Most likely, she was. Did she ever stop loving her? Never. There's always going to be a spot for Y/n in Natasha's heart, there was no way for her to stop loving a girl with whom she thought she was destined. She was a draught from her life, especially from her daughter whom she never spoke to again after being exposed, twice.

She knew it was better that way, she'd rather have her daughter hating her than be around her that could ruin her life as well.

The redhead bought two more boxes of can beers and placed them on the dining table, seeing Clint on the patio with a beer in his hand, his dog named Lucky by his side. At first, Natasha opposes him from staying at her house. But whenever her best friend was around, her thoughts of being in love with Y/n have been a blurry memory instead. Not in a literal sense, but at least she doesn't think about her much.

Her alcohol addiction is still something she can't let go of either.

"I bought more beers." she states aloud, walking to the patio and grabbing a thin cigarette from his package on the table. He turns to her and sighs with a shake of his head. Clint was merely disappointed, he knew that his friend would never beat the alcohol addiction.

"You gotta stop drinking, Nat."

Now, she scoffs. Why was he saying that now?

"Don't be a hypocrite."

"This is the only beer I have."

"And you're telling me to stop?"

"Natasha," he says his full name with an edge, his body fully turning to look at her more. He knew, somehow, that Natasha was miserable with her life. No wife, no daughter, and no Y/n. In translation: she's all on her own with no one by her side. Another translation: Natasha is an alcoholic and needs to see a therapist. But he couldn't form those words in his mouth, he could never tell her that. Continuing, he says: "I understand that you're hurt. But it's been over a year now, you gotta let it go."

How can she let go when Y/n was near? How can she let go when she's still breathing? Especially after all those years, she couldn't throw it away as if it was a forgotten memory. Natasha only looked away with shame and opened a can of beer instead.

She was stubborn like a little kid.

"I can't."

"Yes, you can–"

"No, I can't," she cuts him off with a broader voice, her eyes piercing at the plant across from her. It was a pink rose that reminded her of Y/n, but Clint doesn't have any idea about that. She wouldn't tell him. She pinched her nose bridge and continued, "I can't let go, I'm sorry. I know I'm being extremely childish, but I can't stop loving her. Not... not when I'm still alive. You have no idea what she is in person, she's like a petal that you aren't able to touch. She's delicate and wonderful, you'd honestly believe that she's surreal. I-I can't let go, I can't."

He didn't glower or step back, but instead wrapped his arm around his friend's shoulder and pulled her into this warm hug. She clings to him, sobbing on his chest as she mourns for her love. She wished – deeply wished – that she picked her instead, Natasha knew very well that she would take care of her girl. Why wouldn't she? Why would her indecisiveness take over her? She can only mourn and wonder why, she can only smell the rose and reminisce about her last breath with her.

She walks back to her room, Clint leaving the house with his dog. Finally, she thought while getting into bed. Retrieving back from her laptop as she does some of her work to keep her away from her thoughts.

The redhead sees an unexpected message from someone, and she knew immediately who it was from. Y/n, it's Y/n. I know it is. The email name is obvious. She thinks and tapped on the message – her heart completely stopped beating. Somehow, she felt parched. Somehow, her world is beginning to color, but she can't hope. She doesn't know what she'll read.

She's frightened.

To: natsromanoff@yahoo.com

From: yourname2003@gmail.com

Hey, Nat. It's me, Y/n. I think you can tell from my email name, haha. I have this strong feeling that you no longer use this email anymore but I'd rather have it drafted instead of you reading it. But if somehow you are, then there's no turning back.

I'm sorry for everything. I know that it's too late to apologize now, but I am very sorry. I don't know how I can repay you for my stupid actions and my indecisiveness, but I'm very sorry Nat. I can't say I was younger then, because I'm still young right now, but there's just no excuse. I've left you many times, I understand that you resent me, but I hope that someday we will be able to talk about this.

Let me know, goodnight.

- Y/n.

Natasha almost dropped her cigarette between her fingers when she read the whole email. After a year of herself sending letters to her house, the love of her life decided to give her a message. Does she know what I've sent her? Has she read them? Please, God, please tell me she has. Natasha hoped in her head and closed her eyes, letting a roll of tears come down from her eyes.

After all this time, Y/n still has this great love for her – and it will never waver away, just like the ocean. She relishes the feeling of this desire and happiness and continues to cry for joy. What sort of disappoints her is that she called her Nat instead of Tasha where she calls her that nickname most of the time. Where is the "I love you"? When can I say I love you more? Am I thinking too fast?

Without even thinking, she writes back to her and sends it with hope.

I never thought you'd talk to me again. I thought you might've forgotten about me and have a life without even knowing how I am. How are you? How's everything? Are you working? I know I'm asking a lot, but it's been a year, has it?

Please don't worry about it, Y/n. It has been done. Yes, I was hurt, really hurt, but I can forgive you. I can't say I will forget, but I will forgive. I'm so glad you've reached out to me! I would like to see you soon, how about tomorrow? At Benny's? It used to be your favorite bar before you left for London. It feels like yesterday. Respond to me as soon as you can.

- Tasha.

The redhead knew giving the hint of her nickname "Tasha" was too fast, but she couldn't help herself either. From then on, she decided to completely stop drinking and move forward – with her this time. Natasha promises that there's no way for her to just give up like that, but she doesn't like the idea of chasing her. She has done that too much, it's time for Y/n to chase her back.

There are no reasons to rekindle a relationship that was there long ago, but to Natasha, there was always a reason. She knew that Y/n would always come back to her, but not in a manipulative way. It's more of as if it's expected. The thought of holding her face between her hands and touching her again was something she was most utterly excited about.

Natasha dips her head back into the pillows and calls it a night.

how are we feeling about this?

[mr-voorhees-husband]

Hey; I know you don't got Mr.Freeze listed, but could you write a few tsundere interactions with em? Maybe even hand-holding? If not; please have Mr.Voorees stab me. ;w; plez.

OH MY GOD I DON'T HAVE HIM LISTED?? I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE /g

i love mr. Freeze so much, he's so <3

Also this is a bit separate from my usual writing because this will include slight Reader x Nora, because i can't just.. not let freeze have nora, that's just mean, it's also i lot more writing for such a simple ask so I apologize

This is technically my own version of freeze but it's roughly based on Arkham!Freeze

Warnings: tsundere freeze, supportive Nora, angst, hurt no comfort (until the end), poly relationship (implied), married couple x reader (implied), open ended, NO CHEATING >:[

Reader: gender neutral, implied scientist/some sort of cryo related job

How it starts/begins

I feel like you'd have to know them both before Nora got sick. You'd work in the same building as Victor, bring him coffee or tea, make sure he didn't overwork himself. You two were, close, even if Victor would constantly take your kidness for granted and shrug you off.

He only did it because he was scared about Nora thinking he was cheating. He doesn't really understand that poly relationships are a thing yet, so he never brings it up to her because, what should he say?

"My love, I have feelings for another, yet I still love you" Victor would rather die then ever make Nora question his love for her.

One day, Nora decides to stop by to see her husband, a small container of freshly baked lemon bars just for him. Coincidentally, you'd been in the lobby of the science facility, and offered to lead her to his (or both of yours) cryogentics lab.

You two talk while on the way there, and you tell her about how you get worried about Victor sometimes. How much he works and how little he eats. You mention bringing him food occasionally, and how he shrugs you off, but you never let it deter you because its the polite thing to you.

It doesn't take Nora long to realize how you feel about Victor, nor how he feels about you. After dropping her off in the lab, you excuse yourself for you lunch break and wander off, leaving the couple alone.

Nora is anything but subtle, she can keep a secret, sure, but she doesn't beat around the bush. Not even five minutes after you've left the room she's turning to Victor and asking "So how long have you had a crush on them?"

Victor jumps into apologies, saying how he didn't mean to, and how he still loves her. But Nora gives him a kiss, smiles and says "our bed could use another person, don't you think?"

That night, they talk extensivly about how it would go. It's Victor's idea to invite you on a date, make it seem like its dinner at first. It's Nora's idea for her to ask instead of Victor, so it doesn't confuse you too much.

Then, she gets sick. I feel as if it's a sudden acting illness, something that sudden became active after being dormat so many years. Victor doesn't come into work that day, or the day after. He's gone for a week, and you've reached point to where you want to steal his file and find his adress.

When he comes in though, two men rolling in a cyrogentic tube with his beautiful wife inside. It suddenly makes sense.

Before the cure

He throws himself into his work, you were concerned about him before, but now you're flat out panicked. At this point, you feel like you're taking care of him more than you're doing your own job

Whenever he goes home, he begs you to watch his wife while he's gone, and you (of course) agree. He goes home, showers, changes his clothes, and gets back within 1-2 hours. He sleeps in the lab, and you'd started taking double shifts to help him find a cure.

Then the accident happened. It was the one time you weren't in the lab with him. You'd been in the lab though, so when the explosion rattled the building, you dropped whatever you were doing and made a mad dash towards Victor.

When you got there, the door itself was frozen over, your boss, and two board members panickedly trying to call the police. It took the police too long to get there, though. When they found Victor's body, the determined he was dead on arrival, body frozen into a cyrogentic state, just like his wife.

He and his wife were taken into custody by the police, leaving you to continue his work alone. Even if you weren't qualified too, you were the only one willing to actually do it. Even despite that, though, you couldn't help but look more into her blood disease.

Maybe if they kept her frozen, you could at least bring her back, it's what Victor would have wanted for her, you knew that for a fact.

You were pulling an overnight shift when you met Mr. Freeze, and in all honesty, you didn't reconize him at first. The suit, the distorted voice. It was quite honestly scary at first. Yet he didn't treat you like the other scientists, not when he reached your lab at least. He seemed to soften, and in the kindest voice he could muster, requested access to your records.

You obliged, of course, and only after he logged into Victor's old computer did it click. Victor never died, not completely, his body was frozen, like they said, but not his mind. By all accounts he should've been dead, but something he'd done was keeping him from succumbing to hypothermia.

Before he left, you told him about the research you were doing. About how you were looking into Nora's condition and how you thought you could help, if he let you, that is.

Victor wouldn't lie to himself, he still had feelings for you, but without Nora back, he'd never act on them. So, as coldly(heh) as he could, he allowed you to return with you to his new lab.

It took weeks upon months, unsurprisingly, injecting poor souls with Nora's blood so they fell to the same illness. Using them as guinea pigs when simple blood drops stopped working. At first it scared you, of course it did. But night after night you did it because something about the two of them made your heart flutter.

Another experiment failed, leaving Victor to sulk off into the lab somewhere while his goons cleaned up the now dead body. Sighing to yourself, you weaved your way through the abandoned warehouse you and Mr. Freeze were currently using for all your experiments, using a key only you and Victor had to enter Nora's holding room. You'd yet to tell Victor about your visits with her, you didn't want to make him uncomfortable, yet you still felt drawn to her in a way.

"Hi, Nora." You stood infront of the cyrogentic chamber, staring up at the almost angelic way she looked. She always had been quite pretty, but when you'd first met her in person it was a humid day and no one really looked their best, even if you were fighting back a blush everytime she batted her eyelashes. "Victor and I held another experiment today, it... didn't go the best."

Sucking in a shaking breath, you continued. "We're close though, I can feel it." You reached up to rest your right hand on the cool glass, eyes softening. She looked so peaceful, unaware of just how close to death she was. "I'll get you out of here in time for your and Victor's anniversary, though, I swear."

"Thank you."

You almost screamed, jumping away from the cyrogenic chamber like it had suddenly turned boiling. Quick as a whip, you swerved to face Victor, who for once didn't have his helmet on. Your mouth went dry, scared. You didn't know how he'd react, I mean, you were just talking to his wife like she was yours.

"Victor- I'm sorry- I didn't-" your words cut off when Victor rested his hand on your shoulder, pressing the opposite one to the glass behind you.

"She liked you, a lot." He hummed, and you turned back to Nora. The idea of the woman just enjoying your presence sending your heart fluttering. Victor sighed to himself, hand leaving my shoulder to fall to his side. "Why do you do this? Why do you help?"

"I don't know." It was the truth, you had no reason to lie. "I just.. Nora seems like such a sweet, wonderful woman, and before she got sick you were one of the best scientists I've ever met." Subconsciously, you reached up to press the hand opposite to Victor against the glass. "I want to help her."

A gloved hand wrapped around your own, and for a moment all you could do was stare in amazement. Victor didn't turn to you, but he squeezed you hands when speaking his next words. "Thank you."

True to your words, you had found a cure in time for their anniversary.

[damonjuicyscock]

Pictures of You - Chapter 16 (90's Liam Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 2000's Liam Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst (Mention of blood bc Liam and Noel fighting... AGAIN), fluff, smutty (Oral female receiving, P in V sex, protected sex, listen to Liam and ALWAYS WEAR A CONDOM).

Words: 2429

Summary: Back on tour with Oasis in 2000 as their official photographer as you've always been, you find it hard to have a moment alone with your husband. Also, Barcelona in May 2000 doesn't go as expected.

A/N: Hello ! I am back only today, but college is really being a pain in the arse so I'm sorry if the chapter only comes now. I beg you all please to be indulgent and not to leave me comments when I'm late, I know it, but sadly I can't do otherwise, I'm doing everything that I can to work on both college homework and my writings here. ;)

Anyway, here's chapter 16 (Anyway here's Wonderwall), I hope you'll enjoy it as per usual, next chapter will be the epilogue (yes Liam is leaving us for now, but he will come back of course !) and I don't know when it'll be published, (probably this weekend, because this time, no homework to do, at least at the moment.)

Enjoy !

(Damn this man...)

2000:

Back on tour with Oasis, with a baby.

It wasn’t simple, you can tell, so for each gig, Maggie was looking after baby Lennon while I was taking pictures.

Meg had also brought Noel’s and her’s new-born baby girl Anais.

Having a sexual life was also complicated.

Lennon was sleeping well and generally slept through the night, but as if by chance, everytime Liam and I were trying to go at it, Lennon started crying, which always caused Liam and I to argue. The thing being none’s fault. Draw.

It wasn’t until the end of the first part of the European tour that Liam and I got to be alone.

Peggy came a few days in London and was staying at Paul’s. With his agreement, she asked us if we agreed on letting her take Lennon with her for us to be just us two.

And oh, thank you Peggy.

March 28th 2000- a train from London Victoria:

Liam, where are we going?

Not gonna tell ye, it’s a surprise.

Can you at least give me a clue?

Nope, it would ruin everything. He answered

It was 11 am and we were on a train, going nowhere, or at least, somewhere I didn’t know where.

When we arrived in Chertsey, I immediately understood.

Don’t tell me that’s what I think! I exclaimed

And what d’ye think?

That we’re going to Thorpe Park.

And yer fucking right. He answered, smiling

Liam, I’m 30.

And?

And I’m 30, that’s all, I may be too old for that shit.

Shut yer cake ‘ole love, there is no age to have fun. Remember?

Remember what? I answered, holding both his hands

We’re gonna live forever sweetheart. So let’s fucking have fun.

Liam would always stay young in a way, that’s a fact.

And he would always make us feel like it.

So ready to feel like a kid again?

Fuck yes. I answered, kissing him

We left the train station, walking to the amusement park.

And we wouldn’t only be kids again. We would feel intense thrills only adults like us can feel.

We had fun, you can say it.

Screaming on the top of our lungs and holding hands in rollercoasters, getting soaked on the loggers leap and laughing out loud, stopping to kiss passionately in the middle of a labyrinth, eating cotton candies and candy apples.

And without knowing it, I realized I needed this day more than ever.

We came back in London, where Liam took me on a date in a lovely restaurant on the docks. The restaurant was charming and after leaving it, we went for a little walk.

Liam had bought a bottle of rum for us to share at home, while watching a movie.

Without doing it on purpose, Liam put the adult channel and there was a porn.

We both inclined our heads looking at the actress’s position.

That’s… He started

Complicated to reproduce. I pursued

It requires…

A lot of flexibility and training. She’s definitely a gymnast. What.The. Fuck.

Yea, what the fuck.

Liam put another channel.

We’re definitely fucking not doing this.

No indeed, we’re not.

Liam looked at me.

No Liam, we’re not.

What? So I can’t fucking look at ye without ye thinking I’m a fucking perv? I was going to ask ye what ye want to watch! He laughed

Sorry my love. I have an idea.

Tell me.

The mirror on the ceiling of our bedroom.

Oh… Ye wanna cuddle and sleep?

You totally misunderstood me Li’. I said, a grin on my face

Oh, I see! Ye want me to be ye movie don’t ye?

Yes, that’s the idea.

But what kind of movie?

Oh, I’ll let you decide what kind.

Liam approached me, put his hand on my hips and started kissing me.

While he deepened the kiss, I laid down on the couch, with him on top of me.

I felt his hands wander a bit everywhere and tugged at the hem of my PJ tee.

I let him take it off me and I did the same with his.

He got the access to my breasts and started kissing them. I moved uncomfortably.

Don’t worry baby, you’re still beautiful. You’re even more.

I smiled, relieved.

His lips kept sliding down until he found the hem of my PJ shorts.

May I? He asked

You better. I answered, smiling

He tore it off me, not wanting to wait anymore, leaving me in my undies.

And now, we’re pursuing this in our bedroom. He said, looking at me with love and lust

He took me in a bridal style, transporting me in our bedroom and laid me on our bed, him on top of me.

Now look at the mirror on the ceiling and let me make ye feel good sweetheart.

He slid my undies off and started licking at my clit, causing me to throw my head back on the pillows, while looking at what Liam was doing to me in the mirror.

It was so arousing, and I was wet.

Soon, I flet my orgasm approach.

Are ye close baby? Ye wanna come?

Fuck… please Li’, make me…

He sped the movements of his tongue, and I became a moaning mess, my whole body trembling in pleasure, Liam holding my hips down on the bed, helping me riding over my climax.

When I came down from my high, I felt my husband move to take the rest of his clothes off.

He was about to enter me, but I stopped him.

Li’.

Wot? Ye changed yer mind?

Hell no! But…

But what?

Huh… condom?

Oh yea, sure, soz, I forgot ‘bout that.

I wasn’t taking the pill anymore; I didn’t want to. But I didn’t want another child. At least, not yet.

Liam fumbled in the night table and took out a little blue package of it.

H ripped it open with his teeth and rolled the condom on his hard member.

This time we’re ready. He said

He kissed me and slowly entered me.

I hissed in pain. It had been quite some time that we didn’t do anything, and Lennon’s birth also probably acted on this.

Are ye okay? Liam asked, worried

Yes, just give me a few minutes please.

Of course love. He answered, smiling at me

Liam let me get adjusted to his size and left kisses everywhere while doing so.

I got to relax, and I finally nodded, indicating to Liam that he could move.

He started thrusting in me, slowly, making love to me.

My eyes were riveted to the mirror, looking at Liam’s hips rolling against mine, and looking at his exquisite ass.

Fuck… Yer so tight… I love ye Y/N… Do ye like to watch me make love to ye?

I answered with a loud moan.

I’ll take this as a yes. He added, also moaning

My nails dug in his back. Seeing both Liam’s body moving against mine and his face contorsionning with pleasure threw me over the edge.

Oh God… Liam…

Ye wanna come? Yer close baby?

Yes!

He sped up his movements and my body started shaking in pleasure again and left me being only whimpers and cries.

My eyes shut themselves in the process, and I heard Liam grunt loudly a first time.

I love you Liam… I love you…

I love ye Y/N. So fucking much!

Liam grunted again and this time, he spilled himself in the condom.

He collapsed next to me, and we laughed, taking time to come down from our ecstasy.

Wow, what a day… I said

I know, right? He answered

We laughed again

Still so proud of himself. I added

I am proud, would ye like to talk to him? He pursued

I kissed him a few times, starting to tickle him.

And this morning, me missus was telling me that she was too old to have fun and now yer tickling me as if we were fucking teens.

Yes, I know. And you’re right Li’. I’m not too old. Fuck… I’m fucking thirsty. I’ll go have a drink.

Leave it to me. What d’ye want to drink?

Well I know someone who has bought a nice bottle of rum earlier…

Liam smiled at me.

I’m going.

He kissed me before leaving the bedroom.

When he entered the kitchen, I heard him yell like a little girl.

Li’ are you okay?

Y/N, Help me please!

I put on my nightgown and join him in the kitchen. Liam was sat on the table, his legs drawn up against him.

Hey, what is it? I asked, worried

The…the…the mouse, just here. He said panicked, showing me the little animal with his finger

Huh what?

I’M FUCKING SCARED OF MICE Y/N! He shouted

Oh boy. The man never had feared his violent father and his big brother but was scared of mice. What a paradox.

*

Being married to the man Liam Gallagher is, had its good and bad moments as you all know.

And a bad moment came, again. This time it had nothing to do with me or cheating on me.

It was fare more worse than that. It was attacking his own family.

May 24th 2000- Barcelona-Spain:

On this day, Oasis were supposed to play in Barcelona.

But Whitey had tendinitis, so the show was cancelled but postponed to July.

So the guys spent the whole night drinking. Liam and Noel seemed to go along, as if Liam had grown up since our son was born.

I took this as an opportunity to take pictures of the band.

But oh, Liam can be a pain in the arse and be a total fucker when he’s drunk, he should never have ventured into such grave territory as that on which he has embarked.

Noel was showing pictures of Anais to the rest of the band, proud of the dad he became 5 months before.

Maybe was he joking as he always told me, or maybe was he serious, but Liam’s humor wasn’t to everyone’s taste. Especially Noel.

Oh I’m soz Noel… Liam started

Fer what?

Yer daughter.

Why? Ye think she’s ugly, don’t ye?

Oh no, she’s pretty!

Then what the fuck our kid?

I’m just soz fer ye that she’s not yers.

Fuck off! Noel answered, laughing at first

No really, I mean it. Ye really should take a paternity test, she doesn’t look like ye at all.

Liam! Shut the fuck up! I said, shocked, thinking he was being serious

Yo, what d’ye mean? Noel said, starting to get angry

What is it right, is that yer missus has most likely gone elsewhere during our studio sessions in France.

Liam, stop it! I shouted

Take this back right now William. Noel threatened

Well I’m soz but I’m just helping ye face the fucking truth man.

Oh shit, here we go again… I said, rolling my eyes but starting to panic

Noel threw himself on his brother and started hitting him and punching him. Liam tried to defend himself, but Noel was so enraged that the adrenaline of the moment made him stronger than he originally was.

He split his brother’s lip open, blood spilling out of it.

Gem and Alan tried to separate them and finally got to, Noel still wanting to take the life out of his younger brother.

I helped Liam to get up.

I’m fucking leaving, ye went too far this time! Noel yelled

Oi, I was joking! Can’t ye take a joke anymore?

It wasn’t fucking funny Li’! I answered

Noel opened and slammed the door; I ran after him in the hotel’s corridor.

Noel, wait, don’t go! I said, grabbing his arm

No Y/N, I’m soz but I’m leaving, ye won’t change me mind.

Listen, Noel, He’s drunk, he doesn’t mean…

Stop defending him Y/N! He has no excuse! None!

Yes, you’re right, he has no excuse, but alcohol…

Alcohol is not a reason, he can’t act like this because he drank too much, he has no right to! I’m leaving, I go back to me wife and daughter. Take care Y/N.

You too Noely.

I went back in the room we were in and saw Liam with a tissue in one of his nose holes so he wouldn’t bleed on the carpets.

He’s a crazy fucking bastard! I was only joking!

The fact Noel was leaving pissed me off even more.

I went towards Liam and slapped him.

You fucking idiot! I yelled

Oi!

There is no Oi! For fuck’s sake Liam, don’t joke with this kind of things!

Not me fault if me humor’s not Mr Chief’s taste!

This isn’t fucking funny! Wouldn’t you feel insulted if it was about Lennon and I?

Liam knew he was wrong, but he hated it.

Ye know what, fuck off Y/N. Shut the fuck up, I don’t wanna hear yer fucking voice.

Nice, you won’t hear it then. But think about booking another bedroom because you’re not sleeping with me tonight!

Perfect, I’ll go to the bar!

*

The next morning, I woke up alone in the bed. Liam didn’t come back.

I called his name, but there was no answer.

Happily, as I wasn’t drinking alcohol anymore, I wasn’t shitfaced so I could go looking for him with my mind cleared.

I went into the bathroom and let out a little scream when seeing Liam asleep in the bathtub.

I shook him and he grumbled.

Come on Liam, wake up. I said dryly

Let me sleep.

Well if you want to sleep at least go to bed.

Yea yea, two minutes. I’m soz fer last night.

That’s not to me you should apologize Liam. Call Noel.

Yea yea. Tomorrow.

As you wish… I sighed

It was going to be complicated. Noel only came back two months after and their relationship would never be the same anymore.

[running-in-the-dark]

Something I realised recently is that when my husband works from home (either 2 or 3 days a week) I just... can't get anything done until he's done working (or actually until he goes to bed, usually). I can't go into our office because that's where he works and I feel like I'd be interrupting. But even in the rest of the apartment, I can't do anything? It just feels like I'm in waiting mode until he's done.

Usually I get up super late too. I'll lie in bed for hours, scrolling on my phone or reading a book. Not on purpose, it's just like I'm waiting for him to come to me and tell me I should get up (not like he's ordering me or anything, just that my brain is aware someone else is there and they could make the decision for me, so I just don't do anything until then...)

It just feels like there's no point in getting up or doing anything. I don't quite know why. Maybe because it feels like 'oh now I only have x hours until he's done so then I'd be interrupted so it's pointless to start anything now'? But that doesn't happen the same way when he goes to the office.

Anyway he now has to work from home for 2 weeks, and last week he had time off, and the week before that he worked from home too. And I asked him to work from home tomorrow because I was worried about the storms, sooo it was just today that he wasn't home (and I didn't get shit done either because 1. I was in pain and 2. there were thunderstorms for so many hours and I was too scared 😭)

Usually when he's home I sit in the living room all day until he goes to bed (he plays video games on his computer after we eat dinner and spend time together), then I go into the office (if I'm feeling good enough) to paint or whatever.

I don't like it but I don't know what to do about it.

[moreonthisanon]

06/18/2023

The original of this entry got deleted because of a mess up, unfortunately, which is very upsetting, but i guess that means it won't be as long as the original now since i can now summarize it more. I just have to remember all that i wrote....

This is just Monday as i write this and my last entry was just posted Sunday, but there's already been so much that's happen to me within that time.

I guess you don't really need the back story i wrote in the original, because honestly it didn't really need to be there in the first place.

So to summarize what i had, in relation to the first entry about my husband's exploration in poly relationships. He seems to be monopolizing his time with her over me lately. Which i have no idea how to feel about it at the moment.

He says my time is on the weekends because that's when I'm home from work, yet he stays in the bedroom on video chat with her and i had about 3 hours of the day with him. We watched a movie and a tv show season, i made him put his phone down, which he was okay with at first. The second time when we took a break to eat or go to the bathroom and he was checking it he didn't like me trying to make him put it down again. So after that he went for a nap (like he does mid day everyday about 3 hours). But after i watched some TV and went up to the bathroom the bedroom light was on and he was talking. So i thought: did you come up to nap? Or just talk to her instead? I left it alone and went back down to watch shows and such for the rest of night, he stayed in the bedroom until i came up to take a shower and go to bed.

That night I'm sure i was depressed, because i wanted to cry about it but i couldn't. I didn't feel anything.

I will honestly say at this moment, as i write this, i feel replaced right now. It's a lot of mixed feelings.

Then Monday, today, he has her over the entire day in our house before and while I'm at work. As i come back from work, he comes down after some time to hug me and ask how work was. Makes chicken nuggets for dinner for us, we spend time together at the dinner table. Once I'm done and i sit in the living room he turns on the video chat with her and then walks up to the bedroom. No intention of coming into the living to just sit with me, even if he didnt want to watch what i was watching, he could spend the time with me. But i guess he'd rather talk to her...

Which now that i read that last sentence over, it's becoming more and more obvious how much time he's actually spending with her than me. He doesn't see any problem with spending 2 seconds with me, then whipping out the phone and walking away. I feel betrayed.

I'm writing this Tuesday and he's asked how I feel about what's going on and what they wanna do. Ive told him a basic summary of how I feel about it. I don't know what's to come of this since he's had no idea how I've been feeling about it at all.

From what I've said about it, hell probably have a break down for a few days, or maybe this entire week and not leave me alone because he feels like a shitty husband. I told him it's not his fault i don't satisfy all of his needs, or else he wouldn't be looking for a relationship poly wise, right? I don't think he's noticed that he's been virtually ignoring me and spending so much time with her, but that's just what we both do is self isolate when we're depressed or upset and neither will ever know what the other is feeling because of it until someone opens their mouth. Usually there's mental breakdowns and anger that ensues after, but then it's fine for a while, until something else happens.

He's said that he's been leaving me alone because he felt i didn't want to be touched. Which is exactly why neither of us know anything until someone blurts it out. He says he misses me, but the actions don't match.

-MoreOnThisAnon

If that were the case, then get off your phone and spend time with me. I've become so much more aware of how much time he spends on the phone whether it's taking to someone or just being on it. It's not hanging out with me if you're just on your phone sitting next to me.

[thehollowwriter]

Oh nothing just a story about househusband Jade and all that~ @honey-deerling many thanks for the idea!

Warnings: None, but Jade eats a guy

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My Loving Eel

You were a hard worker. Strictly business. No time to slack off. You worked your 9-5 with gusto, even if you were so tired you couldn't see straight. It was often difficult, but it was all worth it just to come home to your beloved husband.

Many people in your neighbourhood and your family questioned your choice of partner at first.

Six feet tall, sharp teeth, large, mysterious, intimidating. Plus a... questionable history. But overtime his amicable charm and courteous, polite nature won them over.

Jade Leech was a blessing. Always greeting you with a tender smile and a delicous meal when you came home from work, his love and effort knew no bounds. Cooking, cleaning, shopping, he took care of it all.

The fact that he was an eel merman did not put you off. You loved him no matter what he was. Besides, it makes those rare trips to the beach all the more fun!

Visits from Jade's brother were not uncommon. The more eccentric twin had become incredibly attached to you. Apparently, you were a keeper. Their dear friend Azul also popped in occasionally and, shadiness aside, you knew he cared for all of you.

Those are your thoughts about Jade.

These are Jade's thoughts about you.

Jade was a member of the mafia. It's in his blood- his father is the leader. He was content with his life of life of deception, blood and death (and his job at the Mostro Lounge. Someone's gotta mess with Azul)... until he met you.

You had him caught- hook, line and sinker. He was so utterly in love. He would kill the world for you.

When you got married, Jade decided he would stay home while you worked in order to take care of you better. It was a much quieter life, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. Your happiness was worth it.

"Welcome home, darling." Jade greeted, pulling you in for a loving kiss. "I made you your favorite~" You gasped. "Aw, Jade, you didn't have to." "Oh but I did."

You smiled and made your way to the dining room, putting your bags down as you did so. Terraniums of all kinds lined the walls. Mushrooms, land plants, mushrooms, water plants, mushrooms, mini houses and more mushrooms. It was all courtesy of Jade, but you didn't mind. It was cute.

When you came to the dining room, Jade pulled out a chair for you and then went on to present to dishes. Your favourite food. Cooked to perfection.

Jade sat across from you and took a bite of the mushroom he had incorporated into his own food.

"How was work?" The question made you sag a bit. "It could've been better." You mumbled. "One of the higher ups was being such an asshole. He kept harassing me and... he even threatened to hurt me." You sent Jade an unsteady smile. " But at least I'm here now. This is delicious, by the way."

You didn't notice, but Jade's eyes had darkened. "Thank you. Now... who was this higher up of yours?" You shrugged. "He was... Blake Robinson I think. It doesn't matter, I'm just glad I'm here with you."

When you went to bed, you realised Jade's hold was a little tighter than usual. A little more... protective. You cupped his cheek and nuzzled against him. "I'm fine, Jade, I swear. He won't hurt me, he'll get in trouble. You don't need to worry, okay?"

Jade stared at you, his eyebrows creased in worry, before nodding. "Alright. I'll... I'll leave it for now." He whispered. "Goodnight." He really was good at lying through his teeth.

***

A short while after you fell asleep, Jade got out of bed and went to his little greenhouse in the back garden. Working on his terraniums there helped himndestress and calm down, but that was not what he was here to do.

He pulled out his phone and quickly dialled a familiar number. After about three rings, a very tired, cranky voice answered. "What?"Jade smiled. It was a sinister smile. "Hello, Floyd. I'm rather occupied at the moment, so I was wondering if you could de me a favour~"

***

When you came home from work the next week, looking rather puzzled, Jade simply took your coat and tilted his head at you. "What's wrong, my love?" You shook your head and stared at him.

"You know that guy Robinson?" Jade bristled slightly at the name. "Yes?" "He's gone!" You waved your hands around. "Poof! He just hasn't shown up!" "How strange." Said your husband, leading you to sit down for supper. "I know, right?"

A few minutes after starting with the food, you frowned. "Hey Jade... what are you eating?" The meat on his plate looked normal but... something seemed off about it. Jade smiled. "This is merely a rare dish from the Coral Sea. It's toxic to humans, unfortunately, my love." "Oohhh."

You went back to your food and Jade hummed. "After all, I don't want to turn you into a cannibal." He thought."It's a good thing Floyd was so upset. Or I wouldn't have gotten to eat such a lovely meal."

It was rather endearing, how angry Floyd got on your behalf when he learned about Robinson. In fact, his exact response was;"WHAT?! HE THREATENED SHRIMPY?! HANG ON- DON'T PAY ME BACK, I'M GONNA KILL HIM! THAT'S MY SIBLING-IN-LAW!'

Jade knew from the deafening answer alone that Robinson was not going to go peacefully. He didn't mind at all.

It meant you were safe. It meant you were his. That was all that mattered to him.

After all, he would kill the world for you.

-END

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A/N: Jfiddofid I love this eel if you couldn't tell ahahahaaa sexy househusband Jade- Anyways, sorry if this doesn't seen as good as usual, I'm not feeling well aha.

[honeydazai]

oh to be chuuyas trophy wife who’s only duties are to cook him dinner and be his cocksleeve

being Chūya's trophy wife...

Chūya, who spoils you rotten with gifts, whether it's pretty dresses and skirts, expensive designer heels or jewellery that catches the light perfectly from every angle,

and who loves just how excited you look every time he buys you something you have wanted for some time; the way you thank him with bright eyes and a beaming smile and willingly drop to your knees to show him just how grateful you are,

Chūya, who honestly doesn't care if you spend $20 or $200 to get your nails done since he can afford it anyway; the mafia does pay incredibly well and whatever you wish for isn't enough to create even a dent in his black card,

and Chūya, who takes you out to important events as his arm candy and relishes in the way people stare at your dolled up form, dressed in only the prettiest and most expensive fabrics and with gorgeous jewellery draped over your whole body,

and who has you sit on his lap all prettily with a hand positioned on your hip at all times, the gesture almost possessive as he, occasionally, moves it down to your upper thigh to rub circles into the soft skin,

the way you try and sit still despite the urge to squirm whenever his touch gets a little too close to your panties, and, god, you're honestly trying your best to keep your tiny whimpers in as his fingers rub your folds through the fabric,

“You're all getting all worked up, doll, that's adorable. Still, we're in public, remember? So stay still and be good for me if you don't want to draw too much attention to us. Or is it that you want to put on a show for all these guys here, hm?”

Chūya, who bends you over in all those pretty clothes he bought for you and who carelessly rips fine fabric apart only to hear you gasp in disdain, and who fucks you roughly until you're whining and moaning,

Chūya, who relaxes after a long day of work through watching you show him all those gorgeous outfits you've bought using his money, because having you put on a private fashion show only for him is honestly kind of fun,

even though he usually prefers to go shopping with you; just because he's the providing husband doesn't mean he can't enjoy fashion as a hobby, and if he can get you two colour coordinated outfits - all the better,

Chūya, who loves coming home to a warm meal waiting for him and to your open arms, because there's nothing better than to relax in your loving embrace after exhausting hours of working in the mafia,

and what better way to unwind is there than to position himself between your willingly spread legs and fuck you slowly and sensually, his lips on your throat and neck as he moans against your skin,

“Fuck, you're so good for me, princess. You always take such good care of me, hm? Cooking for me, looking all pretty - god, I love you.”

but also Chūya, who's quite rough with you whenever he's stressed; the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat as he yanks you closer by your hair, keeping a firm grip on the strands until the tip of your nose is touching his lower abdomen,

and he probably should feel guilty when you whimper and whine as he abuses your throat, but how you gag and sputter around the girth of his dick is simply so pretty that he can barely control himself,

and the way your expensive mascara runs down your flushed cheeks and your lip stick - the one you had begged him to buy you for weeks - sticks to his cock and is all smudged on your lips now has him thrusting into your mouth even faster, harder,

“You're so gorgeous with my dick between your lips, doll, so pretty. And you love being on your knees for me, hm? Bet you'd never leave your place between my legs again if I ordered you to stay. Fuck, god, 'm close, babe.”

and, well, it's not like he doesn't feel guilty after his orgasm when his head clears again, so he does his best to make the rough treatment up to you by eating you out until you're writhing and cumming with his name on your lips,

“You're so good, babe, so fucking pretty for me. Come on, I'm sure you can cum once more, hm? Don't hold back now, this is about you and your pleasure. Look at you, grinding against my fingers like a common whore - though you've got expensive taste for being such a slut.”

notes: yes yes yes!! this was so hot 🤧🤧 i want to be his pretty trophy wife.....

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[watermelonlovershigh]

A Day of Breastfeeding

Thank you to this ask for the request of this one shot prompt

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(Married for 3 years/Any solo Harry era)

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Today has been a busy day with you and your four month old daughter. She woke you up at the early hour of 5:00 am and you've been up ever since.

When she woke up at five, you crawled out of the warm bed you and Harry were sleeping in to go into her nursery. Her reason for awakening was hunger. Instead of feeding her in the nursery like you do most mornings, you carried her back into yours and Harrys bedroom so you could feed her in the comfort of your bed. You climbed back in bed with a hungry baby and laid her on your newly exposed chest. She latched instantly and you may or may not have dozed back off again due to exhaustion.

At 5:30 am Harrys alarm goes off, letting him know he needs to wake up to go to the studio for a few hours and record new music. He reached for his phone, shutting the alarm off, and turned around to glance at his beautiful wife. Beautiful wife who some how stayed asleep through the sounds of his alarm. What he wasn't expecting to see was his equally beautiful baby girl laying on top of your naked chest with your nipple exposed to the cold air of the room. Presumably due to your daughter having finished eating and your nipple falling out of her relaxed mouth. Harry sleepily smiled to himself. How did he get so lucky he thinks internally.

Harry knew he needed to get ready to be at the studio but he just couldn't help himself. He got up and quietly walked around the bed to pick up your sleeping daughter from your chest. Your eyes shot open at the loss of contact with her but Harry was quick to whisper, "Shhh my love. I'm just going to take her to her nursery and let you get some comfortable sleep. Then I'm leaving for the studio. If you need me, call me. I'll come right home. Love you." He bent down to place a kiss your lips and you give him a thankful smile. Right before he let the room, he covered your exposed chest with the blanket so you don't get cold.

Harry decided to burp your daughter on the walk to her nursery knowing she hadn't burped yet. She let out a soft little burp from her tiny mouth on her daddy's shoulder and Harry kissed her soft head in appreciation. He noticed her diaper was dirtied, so being the father he is, Harry changed her poopy diaper and cradled her back to sleep. He placed her back in her crib and gave her one more good bye kiss on his way out. Then Harry got dressed and left for the studio.

Your daughter let you sleep until 7:00 am when she got hungry again. You got up to feed her and decided to just stay awake and start your day. After you fed your daughter and changed her soiled diaper, you went down the stairs to make you something to eat. While you ate your yogurt and berries, the four month old played in her playpen. Then you put her down for a midmorning nap so you could clean up a bit. Around 11:00 am, you breastfeed her again while you watched a bit of tv. She fell asleep shortly after and you called Harry to let him know you were doing fine and talked about dinner options.

Through-out the rest of your day, you pretty much alternated between breastfeeding your daughter, changing dirty diapers, putting her down for naps, and did house chores: dishes, vacuuming, laundry, and dusting. Around 5:00 pm, you felt super disgusting from all the sweating you did today. The only problem was you were home alone with your daughter and there was no one to watch her while you showered or bathed. Usually you'd wait until Harry came home but the sound of a relaxing bath sounded heavenly to your ears. So the only reasonable fix to your problem was to bring her in the tub with you.

Harry and yourself have allowed her to get in the tub with either of you before. Sometimes Harry will be taking a relaxing bath and you'll kill two birds with one stone and have your daughter get a bath with him. Being only four months old, its still expectable for her to bath with her daddy. Or sometimes while you're taking a bath and Harry is watching her, she starts to scream and cry, needing or wanting you, so Harry has no other choice other than to bring her in the bathroom and allow you to comfort her to your warm, wet body.

Now in current time, you're in the bathtub with your naked daughter laying on your bare chest, just relaxing and cooing gentle words into her ears. It feels super nice to have all this skin to skin contact with her, but you're just praying she doesn't pee or poop in the tub. Maybe you should have kept her diaper on.

At first she was calm and relaxed, just staring off into the distance, but now she is grabbing at your boob wanting to be fed again. You reach down and position your nipple to her mouth and she laches on quickly. Your nipples are painfully sore from all the feedings you give her through-out the day, everyday. Harry has told you that you should start pumping and give your nipples a break but you can't seem to do that. Even though its quite painful each time she sucks, it's one of the best feeling to have a baby feed from you directly. That may not make much since to just anyone but you're sure other mums will understand.

While off in your own little world, you don't hear Harry come in the house. He finished for the day at the studio and came home to be with his loving family. First he questions where you two are. He walked in the kitchen to find it empty. Then he walks up the stairs and to the nursery to find it empty. Lastly he walks into your shared bedroom and it's empty as well. He starts to get worried until he hears a soft voice coming from the bathroom in your bedroom. He carries his sock covered feet to the bathroom door and gently pulls it open to see a pretty sight. You breastfeeding your daughter.

"Now we're feeding in the tub, are we?" Harry softly speaks with a content smile. He startles you at first but then you force yourself to relax so you don't disturb your baby.

"I needed a bath and had no one to watch her. Then she got hungry for the millionth time today. I actually think my nipples are going to fall off." you reply back and though you sound like you are joking, Harry could hear pain in your voice when you talked about your nipples falling off. He hates you're in pain.

"I'm sorry my love." he sincerely speaks while kneeling beside the tub to run a gentle hand over the babies back. He has always been infatuated with watching her feed from you. Not in a inappropriate way because they are the same boobs he loves to see jiggle when having sex but in a way where he's in total awe.

Seconds later your daughter spits out your nipple, so you ask Harry, "Could you maybe burp her and get her dressed for bed please, so I can properly wash myself."

Harry responds immediately with, "Of course darling. Anything for you." He bends forward to peck your lips and stands to grab a towel to wrap her small body in. He returns with a towel dedicated just for babies. It's made with thin, soft material so it won't be too rough on their skin. Then with the towel over his shoulder, he bends down to pick up her wet, naked body and lays her directly on his towel covered shoulder. She whines from the cold air but he shushes her. "Shhh my little love. It's alright." he whispers to her while wrapping the towel around her frame and begins to pat her back so she can burp. Before he steps out of the bathroom, he turns to you and says, "I'll be in her nursery. Yell out if you need me for anything."

"Okay." you comment back. As you began to wash your hair and body, all you can think about is how great of a husband and father Harry is. He never puts up fights when it comes to taking care of his daughter. It doesn't matter if it's 3:00 in the morning or while he's working. He'll always come to her aid or your aid for that matter.

Harry successfully burps her and lays her down on her changing table in the nursery. Before any accidents occur, he puts a clean diaper on her bum and finds some clean pjs to keep her body warm. "Alright. All done sweetheart." he tells his baby with a kiss on the cheek. Harry carries her with him to the kitchen, her face burred in his neck. She's awake but the warm bath and feeding did make her sleepy.

In the kitchen, Harry tries to decide what is best for dinner. He decides on a veggie pizza to pop in the oven, knowing you should agree with that choice. Right as the pizza goes into the pre heated oven, you come walking down the stairs in a loose fitting shirt and pajama shorts. "Feeling better?" Harry questions you with a dimply smile while soothingly rubbing your daughters back.

"Much. Thank you for getting her ready for bed." you tell your husband.

"You don't need to thank me. It's my job as much as it is yours. She 'our' baby." he responds.

You take your daughter from his hold and walk into the living room to feed her one last time before you put her to sleep. Harry takes the cooked pizza out the oven and plates you and him a slice. Then he makes his way to the living room, deciding you both can eat in there tonight so you're more comfortable. You eat and breastfeed at the same time, doing mummy multitasking. When Harry finishes eating, he takes your now sleeping baby girl from your hold and carries her to the nursery. Like every time before he leaves her room, he makes sure to lay a soft kiss on her head. Once all that is done, he comes back to you in the living room.

"Please use the pump for tonight. Your boobs need to rest and also that way I can get up to feed her through-out the night and let you get some proper sleep." Harry says to you as you're cuddle each other on the couch.

"But I'm scared if she uses a bottle that she won't want me again. She may realize the bottle is better than my nipples." you mumble in his neck.

"That's silly. Of course she'll want your breast again. You're her mother. She very much enjoys the bonding time with you when you breastfeed her but she's getting to the age to where she needs to have other options. In a month, she'll be able to try baby food. She'll still need your milk but just introducing solids to her diet." Harry calmly speaks while rubbing over your back in a calmly manner.

After a lot of convincing on Harrys part, you decided to try and pump for the first time. So you both stand from the couch and head to your bedroom. Harry grabs the milk pumper from your closet and you get comfortable on the bed. You take your shirt off and pull the covers to your waist. Then he brings the machine over to you and sets everything up. He helps you attach the pieces to each of your nipples, being very gentle knowing how painful they are. Once they are suctioned properly, he turns the machine on and asks, "Are you alright by yourself if I go take a shower? I promise I won't be long." You nod your head and Harry grabs a pair of clean boxers, than makes his way to the bathroom and began his showering.

When Harry returns from his quick shower, the two bottles that collect your milk are near about full. He helps you remove the suction cups and disconnects the bottles from the pump to place them in the fridge for later tonight. As he returns, he see's you standing in front of the huge mirror in your bathroom, just staring at your boobs. Specifically your nipples. Your nipples even look painful he thinks to himself. He walks up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and caresses your ribcage with his fingers, looking straight ahead at your body in the mirror. "Go lay in bed and I'll put some cream on them." he whispers in your ear.

You follow his instructions and exit the bathroom to get in bed. Harry grabs some cream and returns to you. "I'll be gentle." he says in his tired voice, straddling your lap. He dips his ring less fingers in the soothing cream and bends down. Cradling the sides of your boobs with one hand, he uses his other to rub the nipple itself. His movements are slow and if it was under other circumstances, you swear you would have just gotten turned on by his actions. He looks to be in extreme concentration and you can't help but feel happy. For the second time today, you realize how great Harry is to you and your baby.

Once Harry has covered both your nipples in the cream, he helps you put a bra on that has leaking pads in them, to prevent the ointment from making a mess on the beds covers. Then he goes to wash his hands and comes back to crawl into bed and snuggle with you. "Love you y/n." Harry whispers quietly.

"I love you too babe. And I know you said not to thank you earlier, but thank you. I'm grateful to have you in my life." you blindly reach up to kiss his lips and then shove your face into his neck, smelling the manly scent of his body wash.

Through-out that night, anytime your four mouth old daughter woke up needing a feeding, Harry got up and warmed a bottle from the fridge and sat in the rocker located in the corner of her nursery each time. She would curl up on his tattooed chest, sleepily drink the bottle, and he would rock back and forth, lightly singing to her in a sleep ridden voice. Then he burped her after each feeding and put her back to sleep comfortably in her crib. That night, you got the most uninterrupted sleep you've gotten since before she was born and its all thanks to your wonderful husband and baby daddy, Harry.

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