#'i can't wait to fold the laundry with you today' 'let's fold laundry together for the rest of our lives'

[sundeathh]

Aizawa’s sick day

One-shot | Masterlist

Pairing: Aizawa × Reader | Word count: 2,5k

Fandom: BNHA | MHA | Tags: fluffy, reverse comfort, home life, romance, SFW

CW: Sickness, of course (nothing too disturbing). Also: stable relationship, cheesy stuff, married couple dynamic, playful threats and teases. Readers' gender and appearance are not described, but there is a mention of reader being a "wife".

Notes: I've been working a lot lately, and I managed to get myself sick. I went to the EM two times now, and I just got some palliative medicine that didn't do much to the overall issue. I'm still sick. But I'm better than before and will be returning to work tomorrow (I can't afford absence anymore, unfortunately). But that's it.

I hate being sick, as real life doesn't pause to let me rest. So, to help me unwind for a little bit, I wrote this piece to take the focus off my sickness and to flutter my chest by pretending to take care of, at least, a fictional character. I hope you'll enjoy it. Sorry if there's any spelling; it is late, I'm sleepy, and my eyes are burning. Take care, love yall.

08:44 pm

"I'm home." The tired man called as he opened the door and took off his shoes. It has been a long day at work, and Shōta is more than exhausted. Slowly, he made his way down the hall to put the rest of his stuff away and grab a quick shower before dinner.

After taking note that you were not in the living room nor the kitchen, he reached your shared bedroom and pushed the door open, where he met with a smile that caused him to relax instantly after stepping inside.

"Oh! Hey, hun! Welcome back!" You greeted as you folded another piece of laundry, which was still warm from the dryer. Neat piles lined up on the king-sized bed.

"Hey." He replied quietly before walking over to you and pecking your lips. It had been rough lately, and every time he got home late from work, you noticed how increasingly tense he seemed as the days passed. 

"I thought you would be home early today." You commented. "Where were you? I was worried."

He sat on the bed next to where you stood, watching as you folded another shirt. Then, he sighed, rubbing his sore eyes as he rested his other hand on his knee.

"I was supposed to, but they needed me for a meeting and kept me late. Sorry I didn't text you." He explains, feeling a slight guilt sting in his chest as he glances at the clothes on the bed. You had to do his chores again. 

"I see." You respond quietly, with no resentment in your voice at all. "It's fine. But it is also late, so you should get ready for dinner." You instructed. 

Aizawa nodded and stood up before heading into the bathroom to shower, coming back moments later looking entirely drowsy.

"You look so exhausted." Your worried words pull Shōta from his sleepy state, the bed now looking pretty free from the clothes as you put the last pile into a drawer. "Didn't take proper care of yourself today, did you?" You questioned. "Did you eat anything besides applesauce?"

His eyebrows knitted together as he looked at you. You know he hates when you call him out like this. But you are right. Today was rough. "Yeah, yes, I know. Sorry. I promise I'll get better." His soft tone had you smiling. 

"No need to apologize, baby. I was just worried, that is all." You reassured as you walked toward him, snaking your arms around his waist and holding on tight, pulling him closer against your body. "You okay?" You asked quietly.

"Yeah." He nuzzled your neck. "Just tired." He explained, and you gently ran your hand up and down his back.

The two of you stayed embraced for a few seconds, pulling apart only after your stomach let out its demands, prompting you both to chuckle lightly. 

"Sorry, I have not eaten yet." You apologized before inviting him to the dining room, dragging his willing self by the hand.

As he followed behind, you heard him scolding you for your behavior. "I told you to stop waiting for me to have dinner when I do not get home until seven."

You rolled your eyes playfully as you turned the corner. "Sorry, I guess I forgot." You replied as you walked into the kitchen. "And besides, I did not have the appetite to eat alone anyway."

That earned you a soft laugh from the man who walked into the kitchen soon after you, helping you bring the food to the dining table afterward.

And, as you made yourselves comfortable, you two started eating. Small talk filled the air as you avoided both talking about work or the things that could be troubling your husband since dinner was not time for stress.

And this goes both ways, as Shōta knows that this small amount of time after he arrives is all he has with you since he needs to leave for work again before you even wake up the next day. 

Not long after, however, you can not help but notice how the dark circles under his eyes looked more purple than you ever saw, and his movements seemed a lot slower than what you were used to;

It worried you. Even though you know the hero and teaching work are naturally wearing, despite his tiredness, he always afforded to act, at least around you, not so worn out.

He had not been sleeping well recently, and you wanted to do something about it; but now was not the time, so you decided against mentioning it to him right now, as you knew it would bother him even further.

But he noticed you staring anyway, and his gaze drifted toward your lips, then back to your eyes. He raised a brow.

"Are you gonna finish those?" You asked, motioning to his half-eaten meal, which he absently turned over repetitively with his utensils. He shrugged. "Maybe later tonight?"

You nodded once in understanding and returned your attention to your plate. "Okay," you said.

He then went back into playing with his food in silence, which you did not mind. You know he was not hungry anymore but was making time to give you company as you finished your meal anyways. 

Once you finished, he rinsed the dishes while you dried them, setting them aside. Then, Shōta followed you back into the living room, where he plopped down on the couch.

Before long, you were cuddling together as something mindless passed on the TV screen. And, at some point during the movie, you began yawning, slowly lulling your head onto the shoulder of your partner, while his head would eventually fall forward as sleep threatened to grab hold of either of you.

So, reluctantly you sat up, stretching your back before turning to face Shōta. "Should we head to bed? Or do you want us to stay up here a while longer?" You asked, leaning in slightly, resting a hand on his leg.

He shook his head. "I think it's time for bed."

You nodded and stood up first, extending your hand toward him to help him stand up too. And, with his hand intertwined with yours, you led him back to the bedroom – where he went straight to lie on the bed.

After you were both settled, you wrapped an arm around his torso, nuzzling your head into his chest as he reciprocated the embrace, snuggling closer. Then, he placed a soft kiss on the crown of your head.

02:51 am

You woke up feeling hot. Well, hot enough for someone who does not bother regard to temperature. It is a bit unusual, and usually, you do not even realize the temperature change when asleep. 

You shifted in the grasp of your husband, turning over to your side as you tried, in vain, to cool down before realizing that the overheating you felt was radiating from the man you tangled with to sleep.

A frown immediately appeared on your face while moving your hand to place it over his forehead. Perhaps he was feverish?

Hmm, maybe. You could not tell for sure, but the skin felt a lot warmer to your touch. It did not feel right. So, carefully extracting yourself from the embrace, you walked to the closet and retrieved a thermometer, which you then returned and inserted into his mouth before sitting on the edge of the bed with him.

After a moment, the beeping of the device signaled that it finished testing; you watched as he started waking up a little after you took it out, his eyes fluttering open and landing upon the sight of you – sitting on the bed beside him, watching him cautiously. 

He blinked, slowly bringing his hand to rub the sleep out of his eyes. "Hey." He greeted, his voice hoarse. 

You gave him a gentle smile. "Hey." You replied, and he glanced back up at you.

"What are you doing?" He asks, squinting slightly in the darkness as if trying his best to decipher your features.

"Doing a little research." You responded. "Feeling alright? No headache?"

He furrowed his brows together. "No, why? Should I?"

You shake your head. "Probably not. But just making sure, you are running a fever, sweetheart."  You explained softly, reaching your hand out to grab his. "Come on, let us get you into a cool shower, and then you can rest a little longer, okay?"

He did not argue or question you, even though he seemed reluctant. Instead, he nodded and complied, rising from the bed, taking the offered hand, and following you into the bathroom.

While you reached the bathtub to turn the water on, Shōta quietly took his shirt off, discarding it into the hamper next to the sink. 

After you turned around, your gaze fell upon his toned muscles for half a second before landing on his face. His hair was sticking up every which way thanks to the ruffling from sleep, his bangs covering half his face and hiding the dark bags beneath his eyes. He looked exhausted as ever, yet also adorable somehow. However, the more you looked, the more you could tell he was getting sick. 

Sighing, you pulled your fingers through your hair, continuing to examine his appearance. You had never seen him sick, nor had you seen him look this exhausted in all the years you were together. 

Shōta turned around, noticing you observing his appearance, and raised an eyebrow. "What? Are you worried?" He questioned.

"Well, yes." You answered, still analyzing him.

His lips stretched into a faint smile as he approached you, cupping your cheek with his hand as he peered down at you, giving you an amused expression. "Why?" 

"You have been running yourself ragged lately." You answered, leaning into his palm. "And I never saw you sick before. I am worried because, especially now, you can not afford to be weak."

He sighed before pulling you close, pressing a tender kiss on your forehead, and placing one last soft kiss on the tip of your nose. "Don't worry. I promise I will be fine." He assured.

"Promise?" You repeated skeptically, staring deep into his eyes, and he chuckled. "Cross my heart."

"Mhm..." you hummed. "I will only believe that if you don't overexert yourself. If you keep worrying me like this, you will become bedridden sooner than you wish."

This time his chuckle was not quiet, and you could hear the whizzing in his chest. "Now, aren't you a good wife?" He teased.

You scoffed at that remark. "Of course I am. I am making sure you do not work yourself till you drop sick!" You retorted.

He gave you a smug grin. "Is that so?" He asked, tilting his head a little. "How mean."

You rolled your eyes in response before staring straight back at him. "But I am serious, Shōta."

"Then I will stop stressing myself and make a good impression on you." He declared, and his playful grin widened, making you chuckle. 

"Yeah, that is what I want. Now go wash off the sweat. I will fix you a cup of tea and bring it up. Alright?"

He smiled again, nodding. "Alright."

And as you made your way toward the kitchen, you wondered how you managed to fall for such a selfless bastard.

But you were not complaining.

03:12 am

Aizawa was still immersed in the bathtub when you returned with a glass in hand and medicine in the other. Then, after he emerged his hands from the water, you handed him one of each before leaning down to sit over your forelegs while resting your arms against the edge of the tub.

You watched as he gulped the medicine down with a generous sip of cold tea.

"How do you feel?" You quietly asked as he pulled the glass away from his lips. 

He merely gave you a small smile. "Not bad." He replied, his tone sounding slightly less hoarse now that he had drunk the tea. "I don't feel any different than usual. Just tired."

"Okay." You murmured, your eyebrows creasing together a little. "If it gets worse tomorrow, I will take you straight home from work, alright!?"

He nodded. "Okay."

"And I will ask Hizashi to check up on you since I know you won't tell me if it gets worse, after all."

He smirked a little at this, snickering. "That is true. But asking Mic to do that is not necessary." He paused, glancing at you before giving you a soft, small smile.

"Oh, yeah?" You asked.

Shōta nodded. "Yes. If it gets a lot worse, I will call you. I don't want to trouble any more people nor make you worry unnecessarily."

Your eyes softened at that. You know how Shōta hated burdening someone else, even though it would never feel like that to you. But he was willing to set his stubbornness aside for your sake. It flattered you a little, and you could not help but smile. 

"Okay, good... so, since you are telling me that, I will try not to worry too much then." You said. He returned your smile with a faint yet truthful one.

"Thank you, though."

"For what?" You inquired in curiosity. 

"Being so attentive like that." He said. "I appreciate it."

A faint blush formed on your cheeks as your eyes widened just a tiny bit. Then, the smile returned to your lips. "No problem, Sho. I care for you. And I love seeing you well."

His eyes softened at your words. "I know you do." He agreed quietly before opening his mouth to speak again but was cut short by a yawn escaping his lips.

"There you go again, falling asleep without meaning for it at all." You chuckled. Then, you reached forward and brushed the stray hairs from his forehead before letting your hand fall back onto the rim of the tub; while watching him intently for a moment. He smiled at you again. 

After a few moments of silence, his face finally showed some signs of discomfort, and you frowned slightly. "Are you uncomfortable? Do you need me t-"

"It’s fine." He insisted, cutting you off, before taking your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours, effectively stopping you from finishing that sentence. "Just tired. It happens sometimes."

"Oh." You breathed, taking in what he said before sighing softly, slowly beginning to rise back to your feet. "Okay, then. I will grab some clean clothes for you now. Take your time resting up. If you need anything, ask me, alright?"

He smiled gratefully at you. "Okay, thanks, babe."

Your heart clenched at the sound of him saying those precious words; they meant everything to you. They always would. He knew how important they were; and how much you cherished them. 

Because, despite his cold surface, he never failed to make you feel loved and appreciated.

So you hoped you would never fail at that too.

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[scarletwinterxx]

first love and kisses - dad mark lee scenario

hello! i thought about posting something for Mark day and i kinda miss this family so here we go🥺 for context Minjung is 12 and Minjee is 6. I really really love this au that's why I keep writing about it. Hope you like it too💛

part1: day with dad mark lee

part2: another day with dad mark lee

part3: a day with the lee's

part4: (prologue) i don't know how to make eggs

part5: glitter pens and goodnight kisses with the Lee's

part6: first love and kisses

part7: naps and baby kicks

part8: then there was three

part9: just like you

if you have a request or scenario you want me to do, just send me a message I'll see what I can do😊💌

For my other works you can check them out here, and for my other story series’ you can check them out here.

All works are copyrighted ©scarletwinterxx 2023 . Do not repost, re-write without the permission of author.

(gif not mine, credits to rightful owner)

"Mom! We're home!"

From downstairs, you can hear your children's voices. Smiling to yourself as you listen to their hurried footstep climbing the stairs, a few seconds later the two kids burst through the bedroom door ready tackle you with a hug

"What did I say about running up the stairs?" you shake your head at them while arms wide open, Minjee runs faster towards you hugging you "Sorry" she tells you with a smile you can't say no to

"Go wash your hands, do you want any snacks?"

"Oh I want a sandwich please. Thank you, mommy" she says, kissing you on the cheek before walking out the door again. You let her be, chuckling as you watch the now 6 year old little girl

"And you, where's my hugs?" you say at your oldest, stepping in your arms and enveloping him in a tight hug. Now Minjung's 12 about to be 13 (he likes to remind you and Mark), and as he grows each day he reminds you more and more of your husband.

He's a bit shy but always so sure of himself. He loves to play the piano and guitar, also loves to play basketball with his dad on their free days.

"Anything interesting happened today?" you ask him when you break apart, returning to your previous chore of folding the new laundry on your bed

"School's school. I volunteered to play the piano for the school play" he tells you

"That sounds great, buddy. Your dad will be excited" you tell him with a big smile, feeling proud of your boy's achievement.

"Is he home? I need to tell him something too"

"He'll be home soon, what is it? Something bothering you?"

"Well, I think Minjee got a boyfriend and he told me to tell him when that happens"

You pause what you were doing to look over your son, his words replaying in your head. Oh Mark is about to come home to a surprise.

"Minjee got a wait what?"

"Yea uh this boy she's been friends with for a long time, I saw them playing together a lot in the school grounds. He even pushes the swing when Jee's on it. She loves it" he tells you

"Oh, well that sounds... okay. Do you know the kid? Do I know him?" you wonder

"I think so, he's been Jee's classmate for a long time"

"And how can you say he's her boyfriend, maybe they're just friends?" you chuckled at the innocence. Finding the scenario quite endearing.

"Well Minjee kissed him"

"Pardon me? She did what?!"

"Yea uhm on the cheeks" Minjung mumbles, wondering why you were acting like that "Was she not suppose to? Are we in trouble? Dad told me to tell him if a guy talks to Minjee, like when someone talks to you in the grocery"

Now that's new information to you. You chuckle at the idea of Mark having Minjung spy on you. His protective side never having a day off.

"No no honey, of course not. You only get in trouble if you kiss the other person who doesn't want you to. We never kiss people without their permission" you tell him, the young boy nodding at your words

"Don't worry about it, I'll tell your dad. What you do want for snacks?" you ask him, "Bread with nutella?" Minjung smiles at you, and whenever he does you're reminded of Mark. He looks just like his father.

"Got it. I'll just finish here, why don't you rest for a bit okay"

After preparing their after school snacks, the two kids retreat to their bedrooms to start on their homework while you prepare dinner.

You were just about to be done when your husband walks through the front door, "I'm home" Mark calls out

"Hey, just in time. Dinner's ready" you smile at him, Mark puts his bag down and takes his coat off before walking towards you to give you a hug

"Missed you" he mumbles against your head, giggling at your husband's antics. Even after all these years, after having two kids, he still gives you all the butterflies.

"Missed you too, want to change first before dinner? Actually there's something uh let's go upstairs" you tell him, already walking towards the stairs with a slightly confused Mark following behind you

"Can you close the door, love?"

"Oh uh we're doing that right now? I mean I missed you so I'm not complaining but the kids are here and dinner's-" "Oh my gosh, Mark! why are you taking your pants off?" you laugh out loud

"Oh it's not that kind of closed door conversation, got it"

You laugh again while waiting for him to change into his house clothes.

"What is it, everything okay?" he asks once he's done, all his undivided attention on you

"Well don't be shocked about what I'm about to tell you-"

"Are you pregnant?"

"Minjee got a boyfriend"

The two of you said at the same time, both processing each other's words.

"Uh what? You thought I was pregnant?" you ask

"Well I just remembered that time after Taeyong hyung's party and we you know wait don't distract me. Did you just say my daughter got a boyfriend?" he slowly said the last few words with emphasis

"Well Minjung told me, but it's probably just a cute crush type of thing" you tell him, trying to comfort him in a way. You're okay with the news, finding it cute even but Mark's very protective of his kids especially his daughter. His little girl.

No man will ever be enough for his girl. Not now not ever. You're afraid for the guy in your daughter's future, he already has a lot to prove. And rightfully so because not a day in Minjee's life did Mark ever forgot to treat her the way he deserves to be treated.

"Oh hell nah, do we know the boy's parents? let me talk to them"

"And tell them what, that our daughter kissed their son"

"SHE DID WHAT?!"

Okay maybe you should've phrased and eased into that topic a little bit better.

"Oh come on, don't freak out. It's cute. Harmless. Didn't you ever have your pre-school romance? First love?" you tease your husband, hugging him

"This is different, she's my daughter"

"Our daughter" you laugh, nuzzling your nose against his neck. "You know, you're so hot when you get all protective over our kids" you tell him. You feel his arms around you, hugging you back.

"Don't distract me" he groans, making you laugh again

"She'll be fine, you know our girl. If anything I feel sorry for the boy, he doesn't know what he's about to get himself into" you joke, this time Mark lets out a chuckle too.

"And what is that thing you told Minjung? To tell him when someone talks to me at the grocery?" you ask him, not forgetting your son's anecdote earlier.

"How was I suppose to know when someone tries to hit on you when I'm not around? I've seen it happened, and I was there. Your husband, me, standing there and some dude still got the nerve to talk to you. It's like the don't see the ring on your finger or they just totally ignore it"

"Did I tell you, you're even hotter when you get all possessive" you whisper against his ear, kissing it then kissing along his jaw down the hollow of his neck

"How am I suppose to talk when you're like this, baby?" he grips your waist, letting you continue your actions. Smiling against his skin.

You giggle before leaning up to kiss him on the lips, immediately he kisses you back with fervor. For a moment he forgot what the two of you were even talking about but he heard someone shout from outside the door.

"Mom! Is dinner ready? I'm hungry" Minjee shouts from the other side of the door making the two of you stop and laugh.

"God I love them" Mark says to no one in particular, then he looks down at you "Thank you" he mumbles

"For what?"

"For this, not gonna lie I'm still stressed about the whole boyfriend thing by the way she's not allowed to have a boyfriend until she's 30. But I won't have it any other way, I still and always will choose this life with you"

You smile up at him, kissing him again "Me too, I love you" you tell Mark. He smiles, kissing the tip of your nose "I love you" he tells you before walking towards the door

"Dad! You're home" Minjee cheers, jumping up in her dad's arms. Mark welcomes her, walking down the stairs with Minjee in his arms.

"Minjung, dinner's ready" you call out and wait for him, the oldest sibling exiting his room. The two of you walk down together

"Is he your friend then? Only a friend?" you hear Mark ask the youngest Lee

"Yes dad, mommy what's a boyfriend? Daddy says I can't get one until I'm older but like how older? When I'm 12 like oppa?"

You laugh at Mark's stressed reaction, seating across your husband while Minjung seats beside you. Minjee already comfortable on her seat beside her dad.

"No, maybe when you're 30" Mark tells her

"But that's a lot of birthday candles!" she tells him with a pout, "What about oppa?"

Minjung looks at you and Mark, as if waiting for your permission. "Your brother can ask who he likes when the time is right" you tell her, turning to Minjung "We'll talk about it later" you tell him, kissing him on the head before putting food on his plate and Minjee's.

"Can we talk about something else then?" Mark tries to change the topic

"Can I get a unicorn bicycle then?" Minjee says making the three of you laugh, Mark already nodding

"That I can give you, I'll get you one right away"

[yanderepuck]

Ikevamp au where everything is the same except MC is pureblood vampire.

Time line is still the same. She came through the door and could tell right away she was in a mansion full of vampires. She decided she was going to have fun with this and not let them know she is also a vampire (wrote this before we found out Purebloods can sense other vampires). It's the most fun she's had in years.

She fakes being shocked when Comte tells her that they are all vampires.

She hears some of the guys arguing about something stupid while she's doing a bit of cleaning and she goes "no wonder no woman wants to live here"

Isaac: ITS MATH, DAZAI

Dazai: but when you take one 2 and then turn the other 2 it looks like a fish! And when you move this 7 next to this 7 it's a triangle! And with theses 3s you can get an 8 and if you turn that it's infinity!!

Isaac: THATS NOW HOW THIS WORKS DAZAI

Jean: wait...I see it....it is a fish

Isaac: IM TRYING TO TEACH JEAN BASIC MATH

Mc: .....I think I want to leave

She's trying hard not to blow her cover. But she's out in the city and is like "oh! I remember this place!"

And Sebastian is like "this....this store doesn't exist past the 1940s"

"I uh...I meant in a book! I remember it from a book"

She probably met one of the guys while they were still alive and she's trying so hard not to be like "hey. Do you remember me??" But instead actively tries to avoid them in worries they will recognize her, tho they are all stupid so it's likely they won't.

She knows the basics about each guy and what they did in history, and she can't believe how stupid they are when they are all together.

She doesn't mind Napoleon, and Jean too much. She likes to hear them tell stories about the battles they were in and hearing their point of view on everything.

There's something off about Vincent and Dazai that she just can't seem to put her finger on. She can tell that Dazai is more aware than he likes to seem, and Vincent seems to be hiding something. You aren't sure if he means to hide it because he doesn't want anyone to know, or because he doesn't want to remember.

If Arthur could be quite and stop over analyzing everything for five minutes she might actually like him. She overheard him and Isaac and decided to interrupt and slap Arthur for teasing Isaac. She doesn't know much about Isaac but doesn't like hearing Arthur teasing him.

She was excited when Will came around. She always enjoyed his plays, however, she wasn't expecting him to actually talk like that, and occasionally had a hard time following what he was saying. She was also happy to see Leonardo and excited to see what new things he's come up with. But then slapped the back of his head and realizing how lazy he really is.

Being a pureblood, you end up learning more than one language, and they all found out she knows a few languages the first time Mozart muttered something about her. Then she went off in German too him. He never expects someone to know German so it caught him off guard. Theo happened to be in the vicinity and said something about "hondji is feisty today" and she heard it, and understood it and gave him a mouthful as well.

She feels the most pity for Sebastian. He's the only human here and he's doing all the work. But by watching everyone else she doesn't think she could trust any of them to even fold the laundry.

Comte: So how are you liking it here?

*loud crash in the background*

Mc: I want to leave

Isaac was the first one to find out she was a vampire. How? Well he was up late and needed his final serving of rouge and went into the kitchen to get some and saw her drinking some. They just made awkward eye contact.

Mc: If you don't tell anyone I'll gaslight Arthur and Dazai into thinking 21st century women are starter than vampires

Isaac: deal

and they went their separate ways

[megumar]

i translated 鶴子's oldtakak doujin because i need me some old men yaoi before this year ends!! (🔞 R-18/NSFW 🔞)

i had such an EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER translating this-- it went from wholesome > shocking > funny > frustrating > wholesome and funny again > frustrating again > sentimental > horny > shocking again > horny again > and then sentimental again… this took me almost a week LOL i hope i did this right---

the translations might not be 100% correct (i used google translate), also this doujin was supposed to take place on christmas day but that day is obviously over so… happy holidays then! ✨

pg.1

❤️ 40 years old JoKa fabrication warnings ❤️

❤️ JoKa in their 40s who are married and living together. ❤️ A romantic comedy about Jotaro who goes back to when he was a teenager. ❤️ I want to dress these old men in school uniforms! This is that kind of book. Merry Christmas! ❤️ R-18

pg.2

(on a snowy evening…)

pg.3

J : *enters house* Kakyoin, I'm home. Sorry for being late… K : *off screen* Welcome home, Jotaro! J : *looking around* Kakyoin? K : Please wait just a bit… K : I was taking in the laundry! Great job today. (woah, it's so cold~) K : I've finished preparing the bath and dinner, too. What will you do? K : Ah! Or, do you want to do me first? ❤️ Dr. Kujo is naughty~ ❤️❤️ (just kidding~ ❤️) J : Well, that's not bad either. But before that… J : Lend me that. K : The laundry? I'll clean them up. J : No, I went to the beach the other day, so most of it must be mine.

pg.4

J : I'll be the one to clean them up. You must be tired from work too. K : No, it's fine. I'll do it, you can just rest, so give it to me! J : No. (hmph…) K : Alright… Then let's do it together. J : Mm… K : But thank you for helping me, Jotaro. *smooch* K : After cleaning up, shall we take a bath together? K : (i'll wash your back too~ ❤️ just kidding~) (later…) K : ……

pg.5

J : *folds the laundry* K : … Noho~ Hohoho~ J : … What is it, Kakyoin? Is my way of folding really that strange? K : No, sorry. K : The image of the world's greatest Dr. Kujo folding laundry… I've always thought you were kind of cute. J : … I don't get it. K : Don't you think it suits you in a good way? Though it feels weirdly mismatched. K : Didn't you help out when you were a student? At Ms. Holly's, I mean. (H : here ❤️ Jotaro ❤️ your change of clothes~ ❤️) (J : ……) J : … Well, I was a kid, after all. K : Nohoho! You've matured enough to admit it! Look, just give me a little smile. J : ? Why. K : Come ooon…

pg.6

K : You look even older when you're silent. (oh no~) J : ! J : I don't care about appearances anymore, but I'd hate it if you hated me… Kakyoin. *smiles warmly* K : Aaah~~ I love you, Jotaro~~ ❤️❤️❤️ *nuzzle nuzzle* J : Hey, hey. Easy, Kakyoin, easy. K : Nohoho… You laugh in a way I can't imagine from you when you were really young. J : Is that so? Does that mean the old me is better? K : That's not what I meant… The old days were good, but now I'm satisfied enough. K : …… K : … I don't know if you're satisfied though.

pg.7

(*stares at each other*) K : *sweats* Eh? What is it now… Jota- J : I have no complaints. I'm so satisfied that I'm satisfied. J : … It's just… K : I-It's just…? *badump badump* J : … No, there's nothing to say now. *stands up* I'm going to take a bath. K : J-Jotaro…? K : *grips Jotaro's arm with HG* Jotaro, wait!! Did I do something--

pg.8

(Jotaro tripped over the laundry bucket and falls) K : !! JOTAROOO!! (later…) (Jotaro wakes up) K : Jotaro…! Jotaro!

pg.9

K : Aah, thank goodness! Sorry, I grabbed your arm all of a sudden… It made a lot of noise, but does it hurt?? (HG : i'm sorry---) K : Jotaro? J : …… K : I made it into an ice pillow, but I wonder if you'll catch a cold if I let it get too cold… Are you cold? Are you okay?? K : Ah, I'll bring a regular pillow if you don't mind. Would you like to drink something anyway? Can you get up? K : I never thought you'd hit your head so hard that you would faint… J : … K : It's my bad habit to get Hierophant out right away… K : … Hey, Jotaro… K : Why don't you say anythi-- NGH!? J : *grabs Kakyoin's mouth* So noisy.

pg.10

J : Shut up, you idiot. You're so loud. K : !? J : … Hey, you look a little different, but you're Kakyoin… right? K : *thinking* This tone… No way-- J : I see… That's what it's about. J : I must be around that age, too… Tch… Shit. I can't remember anything. K : Th-Then, what do you remember? J : AH? K : Ah? What… J : … I'm a student now. As long as I remember, you were also wearing a school uniform. K : H-Huh… J : Good grief… Did I just went back to being a student only on the inside? How unlucky. *scratches his neck* K : *thinking* This rude tone and the way he sits… K : *internally* As I thought, he went back to when he was a student! K : *thinking* It's kind of fresh…

pg.11

J : … What is it, Kakyoin? K : *thump! ❤️* Eh? J : Don't stare at me like that. K : A-Aah… Sorry! K : It must be so hard for you to not have any memories, even if it's only partially… J : Keh! J : Says the person who caused the fall. J : *smirks* You'll take full responsibility, so get ready. K : *kyun kyun kyuuun ❤️❤️* Y-Yes… Please be gentle… K : *internally* This might be… Pretty bad…!! (Jotaro, a while ago : *warmly* Kakyoin…) (Jotaro, now : *grumpy* AAH?)

pg.12

J : By the way, the hell's with these tasteless clothes? K : Nohoho…! That's the ones you chose for yourself. *pat pat* J : Is this a hobby of mine? Unbelievable… I wanna change my clothes quickly. K : In that case, I'll take out your school uniform and give it to you. J : Oi… I can find it on my own. K : What are you talking about? K : Even you, the usual one, probably don't know where it is, so it's the same thing. Please wait a moment. J : …… (later…) K : Wow… You can still wear it enough, right? J : …… K : I'm glad I took it out for cleaning. 🎵 J : Isn't the tanktop too clean? Moreover, I can't wear it unless I move the belt hole. I need to train myself properly. K : Fair enough… You're much younger than the average forty year old.

pg.13

K : Besides… Yeah. *puts on Jotaro's coat* K : As I expected, you still look good… In that uniform. K : Aah~ How nostalgic. 🎶 *cuddle cuddle* J : … Oi, Kakyoin. Don't stick around me too much- K : No~pe… You've always been really cool… K : You're quiet, but you're strong and kind. I feel like I'm falling in love all over again now. J : … Tch. *blushes* J : Don't say embarrassing things like that. K : Fufu… Sorry. K : I can't help but want to tease you. Maybe you're shy, Jotaro? Ah, you're younger now, so I guess you'll be Jotaro-kun-- J : *annoyed* I said don't stick around me too much.

pg.14

K : You look so cute when you're embarrassed~ *smile smile ❤️* J : Tch--- J : Don't call a man cute!!! Stop clinging to me like you're a woman!! J : It's so annoying!!! K : *startled* K : … I'm sorry. Looks like I got a little too carried away. K : *internally* It's the first time Jotaro called me annoying… ❤️ *kyun kyuuun ❤️❤️* (i've always wanted to be told that~) K : Sorry, I won't say it again. J : …… *sweats* K : *internally* Moreover, he wanted to apologize for yelling, but he seemed to be having a hard time saying it now~~ (nohohohoho~ ❤️❤️) K : *thinking* Maybe it's not so bad to be treated coldly once in a while. K : Uniform alone is not enough. K : I'll bring some other clothes. 🎵 J : … Oi, Kakyoin. J : What I just said is true. K : *thinking* Eh? K : Do you mean don't call you cute?

pg.15

J : Don't get too attached to me. There are times when I won't let go of things that I would normally let go. J : You don't understand what kind of condition I'm in right now. K : Does that mean that… If I touch you… K : … You'll lose your patience? J : Don't tease me, then. K : *hugs Jotaro* J : Oi, there… Kakyoin. K : It's okay. Your memory will likely come back if we treat each other the same way we usually do.

pg.16

K : So we'll do it like we "always" do, then maybe you'll remember. K : Look… *pulls Jotaro closer* K : Come here more. J : This guy lost his soul. People change as they get older. J : *smirks* He turns bright red just by holding your hand. K : Sorry… I'm not saying it's anyone's fault though. *badump badump* K : *internally* In that face… It's unfair to give me that look… K : *thinking* I wonder how will you kiss me now? *leans in to kiss*

pg.17

K : *internally* How will you… hold* me…? (*as in "dominate/topping") (*boing! ❤️*) K : Whuh? J : … Jeez. J : They say it's a shame for a man not to eat set meals, but I'm younger than him now. *puts his hat on Kakyoin* J : It seems like you would rather be attached to someone younger than him. I don't know which one is more embarrassing… K : !

pg.18

J : … Eh, Kakyoin-san? *grins* K : *thinking* He dodged it-- (hmph…) (HG : too bad…) (usually) (J : anyone who says that is punished. *carries Kakyoin to bed*) (K : nohoho~ help me~ ❤️) J : Well, I'm going to bed now. I have a headache and I'm sleepy. K : Hm… K : What about dinner? J : … Sorry, I don't need it. K : What about the bath? J : … When I wake up, I'll go on my own. K : Then, I'll guide you. J : I don't need that. J : I really don't need that kind of care. I can find the place by myself. K : Ah… K : Okay. Then I'll put the futon on first. J : … First? K : Eh? K : We always sleep together, after all.

pg.19

J : Sleep alone. *yeets Kakyoin out with SP* K : What the hell, Jotaro! Where am I going to sleep-- J : The sofa, I guess. K : My body will hurt! (HG : how mean! *huff puff*) J : Y'know, Kakyoin… J : You're just a little too much for me. J : You and I aren't kids anymore either. K : …! J : Good night.

pg.20

K : Good night… Jotaro. K : *thinking* Too much, huh… It's true that when I was a student, I kept my distance even more. K : *internally* Even though you were the first to jump over that distance… *flashback* K : *blushes* Aah… I just remembered something strange… I've had enough--!

pg.21

K : I take back my words about how it's not so bad to be treated coldly… J : ……… (Jotaro remembering the almost-kiss) J : … Tch! J : What does he mean by "always"? Good grief…

pg.22

(the next morning…) K : Fuah… Good morning, Jotaro. J : Oh… Morning. J : Sorry, is it bad to smoke? K : It's okay, it's your body, do what you like with it. It's been a while since I saw you smoking. K : I'll take your tiger's cub* too. (*Tiger's cub (Tora no ko) is a term that refers to something so precious that you cannot let it go.) J : So you smoke like this too, don't you. K : *puffs* Nah, I don't normally smoke. K : At some point, I learned to imitate you. K : Hey, Jotaro. Until your memory returns… K : I'll be careful not to close the distance between us as much.

pg.23

K : … So, could you please stay by my side without being too cautious? J : … Ok. K : Alright! K : Well then, I'll use it as a starting point to bring back your memories. Would you like to play a game with me? J : A game? Are you still doing things at your old age? K : It's one of my few hobbies. Actually, I've wanted to compete with you ever since we were students! J : Hm. Then, let's bet something. K : Whoa, that idea is nostalgic too. J : Aah? (then both of them play games together)

pg.24

K : Ah! Eh?? Wait, Jotaro, how did you learn that trick!? J : What. By playing seriously, I guess. K : Really? You're not cheating?? J : I'm not… I swear. (later…) J : It's my rise again. K : Hey you… You're really not cheating, are you? You didn't see my cards, right? K : Did you use your Stand?? J : I didn't see them. J : So what should we bet next? How about the loser has to prepare dinner? K : Alright, let's compete again! (later…) K : I guess I'll make it again, after all. You're absolutely cheating. J : No, I'm not. Don't be too suspicious. J : I won the arm wrestling with my pure strength. K : That's true, but come on… K : It's frustrating because I can't always win. Let's try again later.

pg.25

(later…) K : Aah… That was fun! J : Well, you'll get tired if you play games all day long. On top of that, you even drank alcohol. You've became this drunk. K : I'm an adult, so it's okay! J : Let me drink too. K : (nohohoho~) You're still a child on the inside, so it's no good! Just in case. J : Don't act like a grown-up here. J : Games and cards… You were just playing around like a kid, but you never get tired of it. K : Hm… K : My bad, but I had fun. Because… K : Actually, it's something I wanted to see you do when we were students. Cards, games… and all that. K : I don't want to see you skipping class, though. (nohoho~) J : … Kakyoin. K : Hm?

pg.26

J : You've learned to smile like that. It's rare to see that wide mouth moving. J : You look good. K : !! *blushes* K : R-Really? (image of younger Kakyoin pouting) J : You always wore a deadpan Buddha face. You rarely smile or just lift the corners of your mouth… (K : ah, the alcohol-) (J : here.) K : I didn't realize it myself… But if you say so, I guess it's true. J : Fuh! J : It's all thanks to me, so I'll do it too. K : *stares at Jotaro chuckling* J : Jeez… I'm angry at myself for not remembering. K : *leans on Jotaro* … Don't be jealous of yourself, Jotaro.

pg.27

(……) J : I told you not to stick to me… *moves away* K : …… J : …… K : … Are you avoiding me because I'm old? J : Ha? K : You don't like me becoming an old man, do you? K : You remember me who was still in high school, so it's only natural that you're disappointed, even though you're old too. J : Kakyoin, you misunderstand. I-- K : So what do you want to say!?

pg.28

K : *stands up* Speak clearly! Anything is fine! K : Or do you think I'm a sissy who gets easily hurt!? K : Don't underestimate me, Jotaro!! K : ... It's true that I'm different now compared to before. I'm older. K : I want to cook for you, take care of you, sleep with you, cuddle with you, touch you… K : I-It might make me seem weak, and I may not have a visible trace of masculinity… K : But I'm not ashamed of it. I've changed because I was with you… K : … And I couldn't be alone anymore. J : Kakyoin… *grips Kakyoin's wrist* K : … It's partly your fault, after all.

pg.29

K : You reached out first. *flashback* K : I don't have any interest in girls anymore. Even when it comes to sex, I've only ever done it with you. K : As you grow older, you become more and more attractive. *weeps* I wanted us to be more happy, so I did a lot of things. K : The only masculine part I have left is my penis… J : PE--!? What did you just say--? K : What!! K : You've said even more obscene stuff! (like **** and ****!) Don't you remember!? Stupid!! J : Well, I don't remember. K : AARGH--! 💢 (Jotaro pulls Kakyoin down and hugs him) K : ! J : It was… My bad.

pg.30

J : I've been curious about it for a while. J : You look like a housekeeper. You prepare food and bath, and take care of me… J : I felt like a big brat, or even a lord. J : That's what "always" happened. Is it normal now for you to do everything for me? J : When we were students, we walked shoulder to shoulder. J : Is the adult me forcing you, a man, into a role you don't want to play? J : If I had treated you like that, I feel like punching myself. K : Jotaro…

pg.31

K : You've never forced me to do anything. Partly because I was at home a lot… K : Please don't be so angry. J : … But I really don't like being overprotective. K : Yeah… I understand as much. J : … Also, you said something that I shouldn't ignore. J : You… Are you worried because you're getting older? K : W-Well, a little… J : It's because your skin is a little sagging, but those laugh lines can be profitable. *lifts Kakyoin's chin* K : Jo… taro… J : I'm in love with you, Kakyoin-san. J : Ever since I wore my school uniform.

pg.32

(*kiss*) K : …! J : Even the kid me can see… J : That you'll always be beautiful. (*kiss kiss*) J : *lifts Kakyoin's shirt up*

pg.33

K : Ah… W-Wait, Jotaro… (haah) J : What… We don't need a bath. K : That's not it--! K : I'm kinda bothered because now you're the same person as you were when you were young, so it should be the opposite… K : No- Usually it would be me-- Um-- Well--- J : AH? 💢 K : It was always up to me, so it's kinda different-- Uhmm--- K : … What should I do… K : What should I do best… K : Normally, I would have had more time to give you a little something… K : But, because you're like this… K : I feel embarrassed… I still don't know how to hold you… K : What should I do, Jotaro…

pg.34

J : *flicks Kakyoin's nipple ❤️* K : Ngh… J : Kuku… I don't want you to be that scared, Kakyoin. K : Ah… Ah-- J : I'm getting more excited. Hey… Let's go to the futon, shall we? K : … (haah) J : I want to hold you quickly… K : … Jotaro, um… J : ? K : After that, I have… A request… (later, at the bedroom…)

pg.35

(both of them wears their uniforms) J : This is such a bizarre feeling. Is this "normal" for adults too? J : It's like sexual services… Kakyoin-san. K : C'mon… Don't say anything mean, Jotaro… K : I thought you were more used to seeing this… K : I guess it doesn't suit me after all? J : Nah… It suits you. *unbuttons Kakyoin's uniform* J : But you're the one who's most excited, huh. *sucks Kakyoin's nipple through his shirt* K : …! K : Wait-- The shirt--- J : If it bothers you, just turn it over yourself.

pg.36

(Kakyoin's shirt has unbuttoned) J : What a cute color… Do you want me to touch you directly? K : Yes… (haah) K : I want you to touch me… Ah--! J : *bites and licks Kakyoin's nipple* K : Nngh-- ❤️❤️ J : *rubs Kakyoin's dick* Does it feel good…? K : Mmm… It feels good… (haah ❤️) J : Really? It's still half erect… Is it always like this? K : No… That's not… (haah) J : Tch… It's because you drink alcohol.

pg.37

K : No… I'm… fine with this, so… (fuuh) J : *bites Kakyoin's ear* …? J : What do you mean? *his bulge pokes Kakyoin's ass* K : …! K : S-So… It feels good when I ejaculate, but… I'm already used to going inside… K : *internally* Jotaro is… Getting really hard… J : Seriously… You're amazing… *stroke stroke* K : Noho… Because I'm an adult now… K : That's why, Jotaro… *strokes Jotaro's bulge* J : !

pg.38

K : The messy foreplay… I don't mind skipping it. (fuuh ❤️) K : After all, you're a hot-blooded boy right now, aren't you? J : … It's going to be hard for you. K : Thank you, Jotaro… But… *turns around* K : You want to insert it here quickly, right? (haah ❤️) J : …… *caressed by HG* K : I don't need any patience or consideration that I'm not used to. I'm also a man, so I'm surprisingly sturdy.

pg.39

J : You… It's dirty of you to invite me like that, but don't say you don't like it halfway through. *pins Kakyoin down* K : Ngh… ❤️ No way… I won't say that I don't like it… (haah) K : Because you're always so kind to me, I'm okay with being treated badly sometimes… J : *unbuckles his pants, still caressed by HG ❤️* K : No matter how embarrassing my words or actions are, the only one who sees it is you, right? (haah) K : Even if it hurts a little, it's fine if it's from you. (haah) J : … Keep it quiet. You're so eager to take advantage of me, aren't you. *rubs his cock on Kakyoin's ass* K : Ah-- Ah… K : That's not true, Jotaro--

pg.40

K : I'm that kind of man, so sometimes I want to be rolled around in your palm… (haah) J : I see… *inserts his cock* K : Ah-- Hn-- ❤️ J : Then let me do as I like. *pounds Kakyoin's ass ❤️❤️* K : Ngh-- AH! Jota-- KHA--! GHAH-- ❤️❤️❤️

pg.41

(they proceeds to fuck, but Jotaro slowly pulling out for some reason)

pg.42

K : *looks back, panting* No…! I don't want it to be shallow, Jotaro-- K : Please, Jotaro--- (haah haah) J : I said let me do as I like, so shut up. *pulls out* K : Ah- ❤️ Nha-- ❤️ J : Not you shaking your hips while wearing a school uniform. You're such a lewd old man. *tongue kiss* K : S-Sor… ry-- Hngh~~ ❤️❤️ J : Don't apologize. I like you like this. *kiss kiss* K : Ngh… ❤️❤️ Jotaro-- I like… it too… ❤️

pg.43

(they proceeds to fuck again ❤️)

pg.44

J : Hey, Kakyoin… I can cum inside you, right? (haah haah) K : Ah- What is--- (uwah!) J : How many times can I cum? J : Can you show me once? *smirks* K : Eh--? Ah… Th-That face-- Don't… look at me… with that face-- Jotaro---! J : My face~? That's rude. K : That face is no good-- (haah haah ❤️❤️) J : *pang!* …? J : Even if you say my face is no good… Aah, I see. J : Maybe it's because it's different from "usual"… Did I also refer to myself as "me" (watashi)? *pats Kakyoin's head* K : Yes… You're… (haah) K : Very mature… and kind… J : Hmm…

pg.45

J : … Do you miss "me" (watashi) that much? Kakyoin… *nuzzles* K : Eh--? Eh…? Could it be that you've… returned-- *panting* J : Were you lonely because you couldn't meet me? I'm sorry for the inconvenience. J : I was lonely, too… *smooch* K : Hn… ❤️ I'm so glad… Jotaro… J : It's alright now. *smooch smooch*

pg.46

J : *twitches* Nh… Hah… Aah, it feels so good inside you… Kakyoin. J : You… ate me so deep… (haah) K : *kyuuun ❤️* …! ❤️ K : Ah… K : Jotaro… Somehow, I-- can't… (haah haah) K : When I see your face… I want to… cum right away… ❤️ *thump thump ❤️❤️* J : Fuh… You can cum as much as you like.

pg.47

J : I'll pay attention to everything. *pounds Kakyoin's ass again ❤️* K : Ah- AH--! ❤️❤️ Hah-- Fuuh--- ❤️ K : Jo… taro-- J : Kakyoin… *grips Kakyoin's wrist*

pg.48

J : That's… Round one. *grins* K : Ah… No… As I expected… I thought it was strange-- Pretending to be back… J : Thanks to you, I was able to see some good stuff. It must have been quite a show. K : Jeez-- You are… K : Being yourself… So it's only natural… that you can do it-- *slaps Jotaro with HG* J : Ow-- Even though you're going to cum just from that. K : It can't be helped--! 💢 *slap slap* J : Your voice is so loud that you really sounds like a woman. K : *sits up* What's up… With you--

pg.49

K : Haa… *bounce bounce* K : Do you know… Who is making you feel…? K : Looking at me like I'm a girl. K : Even though I'm aroused… J : … The condescending face isn't bad either… How erotic. K : Stupid-- (haah) K : Next, it's your turn to cum-- J : I'm glad that you're willing to straddle me… *grope grope* J : If I can, I don't want to cum just yet… K : Eh…? J : … My head has been hurting really bad for a while now. K : … On the part that was hit? J : Yeah… K : … I see…

pg.50

(*kiss kiss*) K : … Are you still thinking that you don't want to go back yet? J : … I'm thinking of having sex with you two more rounds. K : Nohoho… Your body won't keep up. J : You don't get it, do you… *bites Kakyoin's nipple* K : Oh--!! Hn… ❤️ Don't knead it too much… K : Good boy, good boy… *pet pet* K : You're really cute…

pg.51

K : Ah-- Sorry, I said it again, out of habit… J : That's okay, I don't really care. *pout* K : *thinking* … This face, it looks like it's not good at all… K : *internally* When he looked at me like this, I thought he was angry and I apologized, which made him even more angry… *flashback* K : *thinking* … Now that I think about it, was he sulking…? K : Ngh…? K : Hey, what are you… K : Jotaro…? Hn-- J : *marks Kakyoin's chest* K : Wait, it hurts… J : Shuddup. J : Be quiet and I'll come back, so let me do what I want a little more. K : Hnn… (haah) J : Here, look at me.

pg.52

J : If being cute to me is your habit, then this is mine. J : … Now, you won't forget me for a while. K : … (haah) K : Jotaro… J : Let "me" (watashi) know when I get back, about whether I was a cute or a bad boy. K : D-Don't tell me you're competing with each other? J : …… J : *thinking* Ah, should've stayed silent. K : I'm happy, but… This congestion won't go away anytime soon, because I'm not young anymore… J : What are you saying? I told you it's okay. K : Ng…?

pg.53

K : What do… you mean… K : *thinking* … Huh-- What… Jotaro's… face… is-- J : Unfortunately, right now my body and head are in disarray. J : It's making me look pathetic and ungainly, but… J : My desire for possession hasn't changed. J : Even if it's just for now… J : You're mine. *caresses Kakyoin's body*

pg.54

K : *turns on* Jotaro… ❤️ K : *bounce bounce! ❤️* Fells… so good-- ❤️❤️ J : Mh… Do you like riding me? Kakyoin… K : Haah… Yeah-- ❤️ I like it… I like iiit-- ❤️❤️

pg.55

J : Really… *sits up* J : Which is better, me (ore) or "me" (watashi)? K : D-Don't ask me… that-- Ah-! No-- (don't… rub it--) J : *rubs Kakyoin's dick* Tell me. K : *clings* I love both-- I love both, so… Ah-- Please, let me go-- (haah) J : Hahh… Even though you're an adult, it's luxurious… There, just a little more… Be patient. *pound pound! ❤️❤️*

pg.56

(they've reached their climaxes and FINALLY CAME ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ////////)

pg.57

J : … You-- (haah haah) J : Fuck… I don't wanna go back… *kiss* K : Mmh… Jo-- ta… ro… ❤️❤️❤️ *kiss kiss* J : Kakyoi--… J : *wide-eyed* …!

pg.58

J : … Kakyoin? K : !! K : J-Jotaro…! Did you came back?? Has your memory returned to normal!? J : Yes… It seems like that… I'm sorry. K : … Ah. J : ? K : You… Did you really, reaaally came back to normal…? J : Hm? Why are you so suspicious… J : *sees Kakyoin's body* … Aah… I see.

pg.59

J : It seems like he had a lot of fun while it wasn't me… But I don't think students should be too rowdy. K : Ah--! Th-This-- *covers himself* J : It's fine, don't hide it. J : From what I saw, it didn't look like you were forced to be intangible, and since it was you, he probably handled it well. J : It was a bit too stimulating to see for the first time after I noticed it… But I'm glad you seemed satisfied. K : …… J : …… K : Um… Jotaro… J : Hm? K : The student you told me, that I care too much for you, and you… don't like it when I do that to you. K : Before you fell, you were about to say that you were satisfied, but… It was just that. J : Just that?

pg.60

K : The reason why I care about you so much… In the end, is because of my own self-satisfaction. (image of younger Kakyoin) K : I wonder if what you're really looking for… is the sense of distance we had back then. K : Was what I "always" did… too close to you? J : …… *strips* K : ! K : J-Jotaro…? J : Kakyoin.

pg.61

J : C'mere. K : … ❤️ *nods* (*cuddle cuddle ❤️*) J : Is what I just did strange? K : It's not strange… I'm glad. J : But it's probably not a manly behavior. If I were the old "me" (ore), I wouldn’t do it. K : That's right… But, I like you… the way you… are now…

pg.62

J : Me too. *smooch ❤️* (*flashback*) J : The distance between us back then was certainly nostalgic, but it can't stay the same forever. J : Someday, when our journey ends, I'll be away from you. J : I thought we would grow up in a place where neither of us knew each other. J : … But for some reason, my hand reached out to you. J : Am I making you worry in the first place? Did I force you, a man, to be on the passive side? I was in agony all the time. J : I thought I had done something wrong. J : During that time, you changed into an ordinary man. J : It would be rude if I didn't respond to that resolution. J : We are here now because of your resolve.

pg.63

J : Before answering whether I'm satisfied or dissatisfied with our life, I had to say thank you. J : I'm sorry for making you anxious. *caresses* J : I'm grateful for your "always"… Kakyoin. *embraces* K : *bluuuuush* K : UUUUUHHH~~ Jotarooooooo~~~ ❤️❤️❤️ *hugs tight* J : It's a good change that you're more tearful now. Good grief. K : Uuh… Sorry for being so effeminate… *sob sob* J : What… You don't remember what you said a long time ago? K : Eh…?

pg.64

(*flashback*) J : When we were on the trip, on a whim, "I" (ore) asked you… J : What you would do if the person you fell in love with was of the same gender. K : … It's not that important whether you're a man or a woman. K : I think both masculinity and femininity are subjective, and you can do whatever you want. K : Gender doesn't diminish a person's humanity. K : Since you chose that person, they will also see the "human" that you are, right? J : I was surprised when you told me that, and I thought you were so handsome… J : That I fell in love with you even more.

pg.65

K : *blushes* Did… I said that…? J : Yes, while you were licking that cherry. (that was shocking) J : *strokes Kakyoin's inner thigh* K : Ngh-- J : After that, I was the first to make a move, but… J : Your attitude was also one of the reasons… K : No… That was… not my intention-- (hn ❤️) J : Well… If you say so, that's fine. *bites and licks Kakyoin's nipple* K : Ah-- Hyah-- K : C'mon… Jotaro… ❤️ K : Noho-- It… tickles… ❤️

pg.66

J : I'm overwriting the marks that "I" (ore) left behind. *sucks Kakyoin's nipple* K : O-Ow…! K : If you suck it that hard-- It hurts--- J : Liar. You like it when it hurts a little. K : No- AH… Auuh-- ❤️ J : *rubs Kakyoin's dick ❤️* K : Hnn~~ ❤️❤️ I-I'm sorr-- ❤️ K : Haah… K : Yeah… I like the pain… K : There's nothing I don't like when you do it to me… Jotaro… J : *inserts his cock* … You're really good at rolling me over. *smooch ❤️* K : Hn… ❤️ *strips* J : You're a nice guy, in both personality and body.

pg.67

(they proceeds to fuck yet again ❤️❤️) K : Nh-- J : …! J : … Fuh… J : Kakyoin. K : *sucks Jotaro's finger* Haa… Ng… What…? K : Jotaro…

pg.68

(*flashback*) J : In the past, I used to think… J : About how I would roll you in my palm if I had you, but… J : If your hand feels so comfortable… J : It wouldn't be a bad idea to roll me over yourself. J : Am I holding you or are you holding me? I don't understand… K : … ❤️

pg.69

(later…) (Jotaro sleeps and Kakyoin went to take a shower)

pg.70

K : Uh… It hurts… Maybe I pushed myself too hard… K : *looks in the mirror* …… (*flashback*) J : What would you do if the person you fell in love with was of the same gender? K : *thinking* … If you were asked something like that, wouldn't you have high expectations?

pg.71

K : I can and will say, that gender doesn't matter. K : And I can't let go of the hope that maybe it might be me. (flesh bud scene flashback) K : I'm sure I was the first one… to fall in love with you. K : I threw water at you and saved your hand, but I cowardly let Jotaro tell me what to do… and didn't say it myself. K : … I feel embarrassed every time I think back on it… K : Whether it's before or after, what's the point of escaping… Jeez… K : *thinking* I'm sure you know… that I have that kind of habit.

pg.72

(Jotaro wakes up) K : And you understand that you'll roll in my palm. Isn't that right? Jotaro… K : So in order to be with you… K : Whether I act as a woman or bend over to a man…. It's a trivial matter. (flashback of the two hugging each other, with Kakyoin smiling) K : … Well, no one will listen to the worldly words of an unfaithful man. K : … Except you.

pg.73

(Kakyoin smiles, and turns off the shower) (end.)

[illneverrecover]

It’s ‘Static Voice’ fan anon again! What I’d maybe like to see:

Taehyung growing his wings back??

Official moving in moment - someone actually asking “will you/can I move in?”

More overly affectionate cosy Tae

Some doofus wanting reader’s healing powers for something stupid like a hangover and our angel & demon duo kicking him out?

(Because I’ve reread it several times I’ve spent some time daydreaming about this story 😅) sending love! ❤️

So, maybe this ask sparked several ideas, which somehow became an outline, which from there became a series. And perhaps I just finished writing and editing the second installment of that series today, with the goal of posting it tomorrow.

If that were the case, would you be interested in a snippet?

“Does this need a hanger, or am I supposed to fold this?” 

Taehyung holds the garment pinched between his fingers, eyes peering up to meet yours. It’s a black silky dress, mostly held together with string and a prayer, and you know for a fact it was something you hadn’t worn recently - let alone put in the wash. 

Heat creeps up your neck, and you fight the embarrassing urge to rip the fabric out of his hands and throw it out the window. The demon blinks at you with wide blue eyes, and you wonder not for the first time if he’s fucking with you. 

The other thing about Taehyung is that he’s impossible to read. His ability to go from the aloof affectionate demon who cuddles with your cat to the flirty winky man who drops innuendos in your kitchen leaves your head spinning. Worst of all - at least, to you - is that nothing has happened since that night at your place four weeks ago. Other than a few lingering glances that leave you questioning, Taehyung has made no more comments about his desires, which you try not to think about. Even if it’s driving you crazy. 

“That needs a hanger - though I have no idea how that ended up with the laundry, I haven’t worn it in ages.”

It was something you had purchased on a spontaneous whim, back when you had first become Fallen. It had made you feel sexy, powerful; and you had nowhere to wear it, so it had lived its life mostly stuffed in the back of your closet. 

“Oh, I put it there,” Taehyung says, nonchalantly, as if he’s discussing the weather. “I was going through your closet to see if there were some things you could donate to that shifter that you healed two nights ago and found it crumpled on the floor. It was too beautiful to leave in that condition.”

Fighting the urge to sigh, you instead fix him with a glare. 

“Oh? So you were aware it needed a hanger,” you grumble, though there’s no heat in your tone. “And what am I supposed to do with it now? It’s not very practical to wear for healing,” scoffing, you nod towards the dress. 

“I disagree,” Taehyung sniffs, placing the garment on the hanger before laying it down on the bed delicately, smoothing it over with a palm. “I think the sight of you in that dress could be healing in more ways than you could imagine.” 

Suddenly, the air in the room was stifling and you forget how words work, instead just blankly staring at the demon on your bed. He looks up at you, the slightest hint of a smirk pulling at his lips, and before you can formulate a response, a loud sound interrupts from the other room. 

The full thing will be posted sometime this weekend when I have more brain cells, most likely tomorrow. Shout out again to Static Voice Anon - I can't wait for you to read the whole thing and to see what you think! 😘

[heartfucksmouth]

guys I did it

I survived a full day of being a parent WITHOUT A NAP. Aidan slept through the night in bed with me and myles, he woke up at 5am and it's 845pm and I survived the day, I didn't even lose my temper or have a meltdown or sensory overload (it is like 30 degrees out and I'm still sweaty all the time why) and Myles didn't get out of work til 11 (he's working 1am-11a ugh peak season for holidays).

sure, I got a little stressed and my brain was going in a hundred directions at once, but I GOT STUFF DONE. I DIDNT NEED A NAP (I mean, I did, I always ~need a nap, but I managed without one!) holy shit never thought it would happen. I told myles I feel insane bc I was so so sad last night but today I've been such goofy weirdo and laughing at everything. maybe the sleepy-delirium is good for me lmao

~let me list my accomplishments for the day please

•I got all our laundry out of the dryer (myles folded it later)

•I put in a load of Aidan's laundry

•made coffee and a peanut butter + jelly sandwich for breakfast lmao and a pitcher of formula for the day

•I chopped up apple and banana to put in the little mesh fruit feeder things and froze them for his teething pains. he's doing okay on the chamomile tea right now but I can't wait to use the camilia again cuz it's concentrated and I won't feel like I'm filling his belly up on tea water

• did dishes and washed Ade's bottles

• I packed up a lingerie set that I sold on depop, added some cute little surprise gifts, wrote a quick thank you card and dropped it at the post office while Myles hung with Aidan.

• While Myles had Aidan, I also sorted through my stuff that's in boxes from when I moved here, repacked some things, and got almost all my boxes onto the shelving unit in the basement. it makes me sad that I have so much cool stuff and can't display it or be my full self and feel at home.

•I took care of the dogs too, made puzzles for Zaiyah and made sure Bear wasn't licking his surgical incision - he is SO STRONG, he even tried to chase a rabbit today. crazy fucker, it's been like 3 days since you had half your shoulder muscle removed. gave lots of pets and sweet words bc they are the best dogs.

•I got little dude to nap while Myles worked out and we finished Squid Game The Challenge (minus the finale in December) and he slept for 3 frickin hours. I also deleted a million photos that were taking up all my phone storage.

•and finally I had Ade hang in his crib to wind down, while I took some photos for depop and packed a box to donate to savers tomorrow

Editing to add that I still managed to tell Myles I love him and get some good kisses and quick cuddles and man, I just really appreciate our relationship. we're insane for having a child after a year of being together - but... are we that insane? our relationship just keeps growing and getting better and feeling more solid. it's incredible. seeing him be a Dad makes me love him even more and I find him even more attractive. I used to think I was lucky in my last relationship (and people told us they were jealous) but no. no no. I was settling for less than i deserved back then (lessons lessons) this, is it. this is the relationship to thank the universe for blessing me with it.

and that's all in between bottles, diaper changes, soothing crying, playing, tummy time, crawling practice, lots of spit ups, dancing and making him laugh.

I ALSO TOOK THE CUTEST PHOTOS OF HIM WEARING A STAR WARS GROGU SWEATER AAAHHH

hope you get the idea even though I'm keeping half his face anonymous lol I just don't want photos of my kid floating around the internet - unless where I can control it. his grandparents are ridiculous with posting his photos and I can only hope they have private profiles (I keep meaning to ask)

also if we are mutuals and talk, you probably have seen photos of him. but if you haven't, you can surely ask :) he's the kind of cute where you wanna scream and it lights up your day lol not to brag, I'm still in awe I created such a beautiful human.

anyways I'm really fucking proud of myself right now. I won't always feel this way or have days like this, so I'm gonna yell about it while I feel good.

ps I STILL need to shower. the one thing I didn't manage to do. tomorrow is the day bc my mom is coming to watch Aidan for a few hours and im gonna shower and faceplant in my bed for a nap before doing my errand. I cannot wait to shower lol being a new mom is truly wild

also the way I'm writing this must sound truly manic/adhd brain and y'all just have to deal, this is who I am now.

[whoisrodell]

10/10/2024: Thesis

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Pacing the kitchen, my feet whisper against the kitchen floor. First and foremost, I offer words to where I am: vinyl wood, cream-colored tiled sink, fridge face with stray stains. Music walks down the stairs from someone's room; the bridge between public and private is the bridge of a foot.

Pay homage to space and space will open up in you. Never try to write alone. Never try to write without everything you know. Never attempt to take the hand and waist of the divine without ritual, the foreplay, playing before the unfolding of union, and I do believe in union, the way I believe in butter melting into bread's flesh and turning it into gold for feasting. I do believe in becoming, recognizing, performing: oneness. 

The books on my shelf outnumber me, as do the stars, and even now they are dimming in my memory, but never in my soul, but even still on my tongue. Planets and clusters of distant light have taught me much about this journey of flesh. I cannot keep the word "flesh" off of my tongue. My notebook and bedroom walls echo with it. It is, after all, what the Mind seems to be obsessed with, and so perhaps I am merely a duckling paddling in the tow of my mother.

Whoever I am, I am Word and I am Flesh. This is where my every sentence begins, standing on my squeaky knees enrapt with the Muses and their sports. They love to watch my dancing, even when there is no music, even if it is the dance of an aimless line sewing one side of the kitchen to the other. Some ask when is a poem finished. Others ask how does a poem complete itself.

Others still ask: Where is the moon? Which side of the house is she peaking through? Naomi is folding laundry and she always has some laughs to share. I have a question for her, but I don't know what it is. I am often like this: in the posture of seeking, still waiting for language to catch up. So I ask the only way I can: with silence, with presence, with waiting. I don't know what I want to know, next to all the other nothings known. And still Mind knows everything. The furniture of plush conversation holding us while we perhaps say nothing—talking between and around what we don't know to ask. Searching for better seeking, climbing mountains just to look out and ask—what is that over there? 

This is collage. This is the day distilling. Today I worked by resting, letting curiosity's tongue poke around at the world, my hands dream sentences together and apart like broken atoms. Haze was the sky, haze was me. Haze is life these days and I am lost, and the only answer is to breathe and walk far enough to know I have left where I was. I keep searching for fiction and only finding truth. I keep finding a poem that won't end, or an essay that won't start. A memory I can't reach. So instead I'll make one in the palm of my hand. This morning, with a puddle of blue first-light in the windows, I awoke to a goddess tangled in my arms, our bodies tangled in the sheets, who said she followed the voice of my flesh-warm dreams. 

[coquelicoq]

🍒 here again! (signing off with this now bc i'm lazy lol) - for me i can only do the long asks if i go off dashboard, if i use your ask box from your page then i still have the limited wordcount and can't send pictures or have paragraph breaks, and when i hit ask it refreshes my dash entirely like making a new post would.

that's a good point about specificity - maybe then it it is specifically for people who do feel isolated and inwardly focused, as kinda a push from the universe of "people have internal lives outside of your perception of them and they're generally a lot kinder to you than you are so maybe give yourself a break", like good luck trying to remain in your (in the nicest way possible) self-centred bubble if you're getting constant reinforcement from everyone around you that the universe keeps spinning regardless of what you do and nobody else is really inclined to think negatively of you unless they're just kinda a jerk by default.

also, i'm really curious as to what adachi's reaction would be to finding out just how long kurosawa had been pining for - on the one hand it must be nice that an innocuous incident from years ago was the tipping point rather than the magic, on the other hand seven years is such a long time (when my friend and i watched she was like "oh wow, seven years ago i was 17" and i was just like "...don't do this to me") and you can grow and change so much in seven years!! like that must be so overwhelming!

"good luck trying to remain in your (in the nicest way possible) self-centred bubble if you're getting constant reinforcement from everyone around you that the universe keeps spinning regardless of what you do and nobody else is really inclined to think negatively of you unless they're just kinda a jerk by default" YES EXACTLY! and also are you by chance my psychiatrist? because this is something she's saying to me constantly haha

i can't really get a read on tsuge, which is too bad because then i'd have two data points to work with instead of just one. but just from looking at adachi this rings very true. this is what social anxiety is! adachi does not have a therapist so i guess the universe saw fit to send him telepathic powers instead. that's one approach they never tell you about. maybe my insurance just doesn't cover it??

i agree that i think adachi would find it heartening that kurosawa fell for him before the magic, but seven years is a loooong time. by the time the show ends, adachi seems to have gotten more comfortable with kurosawa's intensity and effusiveness, so he's maybe more in the right headspace to receive some information that would have once alarmed or overwhelmed him. my guess is that ultimately he would find it comforting to know that even after all that time and change and growth, kurosawa's still interested in what he's putting out there. adachi has never been in a relationship and is insecure about a lot of things, so i think that would be something of a relief for him specifically. can't say that i would be having the same reaction in that situation (i'd probably be like, "cool story bro, but are you sure you're in love with me and not just the idea of me that you've constructed in your head over the last seven years of minimal interaction?"), but that's why no one is giving me telepathy and making a tv show about it.

[h4ndwr1tten]

note - i wrote this bc this is literally me lol. can never clean my room. anyways first post :0

cw - gn!reader but it's implied that reader has slightly long hair (just long enough to tuck behind the ear), mentions of stress, strong language, yelling, crying, hurt/comfort. not proofread too. let me know if i missed anything :)

one thing about you was that you could never clean up your messy room. you never found the motivation or energy too. it wasn't that you were lazy, or, maybe you were, but it's just that you were never really in the best state of mind to do small things like clean. for the most part, you were so stressed with studying and your part time job that all you needed was a break. plus, your loving and caring boyfriend, nanami, always helped clean, offering to organize your desk or put your clothes in the hamper. so you didn't see this as much of an issue.

today, your room was quite messier than usual. this week, it had been messy, but over the course of the days, it had gradually become more crowded with things such as dirty clothes, folded laundry, old papers, and water bottles. you were lying on your stomach and on your bed, scrolling through your instagram feed and waiting for nanami to come home.

not much time had passed when you heard faint familiar footsteps from the hallway. a smile slowly grew on your lips, just like it always did whenever you heard your boyfriend come home. the footsteps became louder by a bit, indicating that he was at your door. just like every other day, he lightly knocked three times, before opening the door and entering your room. you sat up, offering him the warm smile you always did.

but instead of him smiling back at you and crawling onto the bed with you, he was staring at the floor. specifically, the mixed pile of clean and dirty clothes and stacks of unorganized papers. then his eyes wandered elsewhere, to the side of your unmade bed, where folded laundry was found wrinkled and unfolded.

"ken?" you called to him curiously.

there was an unreadable expression on his face, but you could see hints of irritation and frustration through the tiny crease between his brows. was it work that had him like this?

"your room," he spoke after a moment of silence, "is so... fucking messy."

ouch. that stung. you knew that he was right, but it was that he had cursed, which he rarely does, and more importantly, it was his tone. as if he had enough with this nonsense.

"wha—"

"i'm tired of always having to clean this room for you! can't you get up and not be lazy for once? is it that hard to put things away? God!"

nanami was growing red in the face, seething. staring at you, breathing heavily after yelling those harsh words. you could only stare back, his figure blurry thanks to the tears swimming in your eyes. a few more seconds passed before he stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut too. your eyes were glued to your lap as his words replayed themselves in your head. your sweatpants had grown damp, dotted with drops of tears that had fallen from your eyes.

he had never snapped or yelled at you like this, never yelled at you at all. he always talked things out calmly. so what happened today? you wondered.

maybe you should actually clean. maybe he was truly tired of having to do shit for you.

slowly, and with tears still sliding down your cheeks, you climbed off your bed and began picking things up. choking back sobs as you threw away bottles and old papers. wiping your eyes as you put the clothes in the hamper, not bothering to sort out what was clean and what wasn't. you folded the laundry once again, some of it catching your salty tears. even your desk seemed as good as new, beautifully organized despite your hurt state.

your heart ached and felt heavy in your chest, eyes red and puffy, and your lips swollen because of you pressing them together to keep a sob at bay. you finished folding a blue button up, nanami's blue button up, one he gave you when you were out of shirts to use. looking at it made you cry more, another wave of tears taking over you. you tucked it away with the rest of the clothes, and the room was clean. no more mess. who knew your favorite person finally having enough could motivate you, huh. maybe he should start yelling more often.

three knocks on the door. you didn't want to see him right now. you were embarrassed, ashamed even. and you probably looked terrible in this state.

nanami walked in, peeking his head in and searching for you. he found you in the corner of the room, by neat stack of the re-folded laundry, sitting on the back of your feet with your hands trembling in your lap. your head hung low, hair untucked from behind your ear and covering your face. he stood still for a moment and heard your quiet sniffles, a few brief coughs from how your throat hurt because of the lump in it. his heart broke into a million pieces. he had never, ever wanted to hurt you. but he had a tough day, and he did.

"sweetheart?"

you brought your hands to your face, wiping at your wet cheeks. the sound of footsteps approached you, and you looked away, knowing nanami was going to kneel in front of you.

"hey, look at me? please?" he softly pleaded. you only shook your head, continuing to face away from him.

you then felt his hands gently cupping either side of your jaw, turning you to look at him. a frown instantly crossed his face upon seeing your teary eyes and red cheeks. the sight of him made you want to cry even more, and he knew by the way your eyes watered once again.

"i'm so, so sorry, my love. you don't know how terrible i feel. i had a rough day, but that doesn't excuse the way i treated you. i'm truly so sorry, i hope you know i don't mean it, and that i understand why you keep your room the way it is," he spoke, never once breaking eye contact.

you croaked through sobs, "i'm suh-sorry, ken... i don't wanna b-bother you and make you clean my... my room."

his frown grew deeper and he pulled you in in a warm embrace, cradling your head on his chest and resting his chin on top. carding his fingers through your hair.

"nonono shh, shh, darling," he cooed as you sobbed harder. "you don't bother me, you could never, okay? i enjoy being able to help you as much as i can, i know you need a break from all the studying and work you do."

"but—" you begin, about to apologize once more when nanami cuts in.

"don't apologize, my love. you did nothing wrong," he assured you, pulling away slightly to look you in the eyes. telling you he was being sincere. "and wow, look, you cleaned your room! even though it was perfect the way it was before. i'm very proud of you, y/n."

he pinched your tear stained cheeks teasingly, but he meant his words with his entire being. you let out a soft laugh, wiping underneath your eye. you sighed, no longer crying. nanami shifted his position so that he could scoop you into his lap, and you huddled closer into him, your temple resting against his shoulder.

"thank you, ken," you muttered, playing with the buttons of his shirt. "for everything. and always cleaning my room for me."

he kissed your forehead and your eyes shut, a smile sitting on your lips. his lips lingered in that same spot for a moment as he replied against your skin, "of course, my love. anything for you."

your smile grew wider, and your hold on each other felt tighter. you truly, truly loved this man, and he loved you.

"now, let's go make dinner?"

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[thelikesofus]

we all fall (down)

Buddie | 9-1-1 on Fox | 1475 Words | fluff, kisses, bruises, chim is a sore loser

The 118 firehouse throws a carnival fundraiser & Buck and Eddie take a tumble.

For the prompts: Three-Legged Race & Kissing Bruises

Not me ignoring all my WIPs cos they don't like me very much right now and writing a whole other fic. I spent all day trying to make progress on the Miscommunication Fic and got nowhere so a trawled a fic prompt generator for some inspiration and this happened.

Read on AO3

It's for charity, that's what Eddie keeps telling himself. It's for the children. Eddie likes children, he has a child. But staring out at the array of obstacles and the crowd of onlookers waiting for him to fall flat on his face, he's seriously reconsidering having turned up to work today.

"Are you sure you shuffled those?" Hen queries.

"Of course I did," Bobby confirms staring down at the pieces of paper in his hands as if they have personally offended him.

"Surely we redraw. They can’t be paired together. They have an unfair advantage." Chim complains trying to grab the container out of Bobby's hands.

"How do we have an advantage?" Buck says indignantly.

"You two practically share a brain, how do we know you won't cheat? Like, telepathically." 

"Really, Chim?" 

"It's a valid concern."

"Thank you, Ravi!" 

"We're not redrawing, it'll take too long. Just pair up and let's get going, okay." Bobby says, always the voice of reason, though he still looks decidedly frustrated as he watches Buck collect his piece of rope and head in Eddie's direction.

"You ready, partner?" Buck grins at him and Eddie's heart does a flip-flop in his chest.

"As I'll ever be," Eddie replies, casting a glance back at the crowd until he spots Chris standing at the edge. He's leaning against Maddie's side and waves frantically when he catches Eddie's gaze. Eddie waves back with his best I'm super excited to run a three-legged race (in front of a bunch of strangers whilst physically tied to my best friend who doesn't know I'm in love with him) face.

Even he doesn't know what that expression looks like but he hopes it's positive. 

This whole debacle was Buck's idea, obviously. Early last week they had a call to the local orphanage after one of the kids had climbed out the window playing hide and seek and found himself stuck on the fire escape. The window had fallen shut behind him and then gotten jammed. Thankfully when the other kids found him they had the decency to tell the Matron who called 911 after not being able to pry the window back open herself. 

The drive back to the station in the engine mainly consisted of Buck blabbing on about depressing social services statistics and generally bringing down the mood after what had been a simple and successful rescue. Later Buck had suggested to Bobby that they hold a fundraiser for the orphanage and Bobby had agreed that as long as Buck came up with the theme and did most of the organizing, he would run it by the Chief. After much debate and chewing Eddie’s ear off about it throughout dinner the following evening, Buck had decided on a small-scale, classic carnival. 

So far the day was going off without a hitch. Eddie was put in charge of the balloon darts, Hen was judging a very competitive game of corn hole and Buck only lasted an hour in the dunk tank before he switched out with Chim. Eddie then had to watch him walk around him in a sopping wet LAFD t-shirt for the rest of the afternoon. 

"I'm watching you, Buckley!" Chim calls as they stand on the starting line.

"Watch your own feet, Howard, or you'll trip!" Buck shouts back. Eddie can't help but chuckle at the way Chimney's face screws up. 

Buck wraps one arm around Eddie's shoulders and Eddie follows suit, folding his own arm around Buck's waist. Tucked in this close he can smell Buck's deodorant and the laundry powder from Eddie's own washing machine. It's a good combination. Too good really. 

"Take your marks!" Lucy shouts from the sidelines, from the corner of his eye Eddie can see Chimney and Ravi, and Hen and Bobby take their positions. 

"Let's smoke 'em." He whispers to Buck and he gets a wide grin in return. Eddie may not be all that keen on public displays of idiocy but he never said he wasn't competitive. Besides, he'd like to wipe the smirk off Chim's face, for the children.

"Get set!" 

Game time.

"Go!" 

Inside leg, outside leg, repeat. Maybe Chim was onto something, like everything else they do together, Buck and Eddie are perfectly in sync and quickly taking the lead. Bobby and Hen are gaining on them, Chim and Ravi obviously let their need to win overtake their ability to communicate, both starting with their left leg, causing them to stumble right from the get-go. 

Eddie's heart is thrumming in his chest, adrenaline pumping, and Buck's hand gripping his shoulder tightly as the finish line comes into view. Eddie swears he can hear Christopher shouting from the sidelines and it spurs him on even more. 

As quickly as it started it's all over and predictably Buck and Eddie race through the finishing tape well ahead of the other pairs, followed by Hen and Bobby and then Chimney and Ravi, complete with another round of complaints about their suspected telepathic connection.

"I call for a rematch!" He shouts.

"Shut up, Chim." Ravi grumbles, "You're the one that made us lose in the first place."

"No, that was definitely you! I said outside leg first."

"We agreed on inside leg."

There's commotion all around them, and Eddie can still hear Christopher cheering.

The excitement of their win is what causes their downfall, quite literally. They lose their balance in an instant, their ankles getting tangled as Buck throws a fist in the air in victory. Moments later they are twisted in a heap on the ground, Buck groaning as his head collides with Eddie's shoulder and Eddie barely suppresses a shout as Buck knees him in the upper thigh, a little too close for comfort.

"Ouch," Buck says, his forehead pressed against Eddie's sternum. It's only then that Eddie realizes that he'd wrapped his arms around Buck in an attempt to protect him from the fall.

"You okay?" 

"I think I'm gonna have a black eye." Buck reaches up to cup one side of his face and he's right, Eddie can already see color blooming across the ridge of his cheekbone.

"Can we try to sit up?" Eddie asks, already surveying whose limbs are where in the knot they created. 

"Ahh yeah just-" Buck tries to roll off him but forgets that their ankles are still tied and just ends up pulling both their legs in the wrong direction. "Shit."

Eddie puts a hand on his shoulder to stop him and reaches for the rope. "Hang on a second, stop moving." 

The angle he has to lean at to reach their feet has Eddie pressed almost flush with the side of Buck's ribcage and he can feel the way Buck's heart pounds against his chest. 

"Almost got it, hang on." The rope slips in his shaking fingers, high on adrenaline and the closeness of Buck, but eventually, he manages to pull one end free and the rope falls away, separating their limbs. 

He puts his hand on Buck's shoulders and helps him to right himself as they shuffle up onto their knees. "There we go. Okay, look at me."

"Eddie. It's fine." Still, he lets him hold his chin as he checks both of Buck's eyes and the already forming bruise. He must have given himself quite the knock on the way down. 

"Are you dizzy? Nauseous?"

"No and no. I'm fine, really. It just hurts a bit, you know, throbbing."

"You are definitely going to have a black eye," Eddie confirms and his tongue gets stuck to the roof of his mouth as Buck turns his brilliant blue gaze directly at him. His eyes are wide and a little bit watery and Eddie gets lost in them. Maybe there is a little bit of telepathy between them after all because, in that instant, Buck's chin still cupped between his fingers and his knee pressed into Eddie's thigh, he swears something falls into place between them. He doesn't even care if anyone is watching him anymore.

Eddie leans forward and presses a gentle kiss just under Buck's eye over the blooming patch of red and purple. He hears Buck's breath hitch as he lingers and can't help the small smile he presses against the warm skin of his cheek.

"There, it'll heal faster now," Eddie whispers as he pulls away. 

Eddie straightens, brushing his hands off on his knees as he stands up. "Right, I think that's enough games for me."

He's trying hard to ignore the mooning look that has spread across Buck's face. His blue eyes are wide and almost vacant in their stunned expression. He pats Buck on the shoulder and heads for the loft.

"No, wait! Eddie!" He hears scrambling from behind him and then Buck's footsteps running after him. "I heard they need more volunteers for the kissing booth!"

[littlelioncub43]

Does he deserve anything good in life based on canon? Not really. However, they made the decision to put Chris Evans in a cable knit sweater, so it's time for *cracks knuckles* soft Ransom Drysdale content.

We usually baby-boy-ify everyone here, but this man definitely wants to feel like he's the big boss, the man, the king of his household, and sometimes it feels nice to indulge in it. Because of that, when one day he feels particularly frustrated and out of it after several hours of unsuccessful meetings, you make sure to welcome him home in one of those stereotypical houswife style with a quiet "Welcome home, Mr Drysdale." as you take his coat off.

Of course, we can go the route where he gets his frustration out on you sexy-style immediately, not opposed to that, but-

What if you just spend the evening doing whatever he asks of you until he feels good again... Dinner? Already waiting for him. His tie is annoying him? He obviously needs you to take it off, along with his shirt, and help him change in one of the sweaters. His head hurts? Of course you are more than happy to give him a head massage while he complains about "the new piece of shit writer" he's being forced to work with.

- P!R

See I'm a sucker for manipulation. Giving someone something so you can get what you want, it butters my muffins (and I mean that in the least toxic way possible 😹). Anyway, reader manipulates Ransom into feeling better by babying him without babying him. It veers off into housewife kink territory.

See he needs to be babied, but there are some days where the regular routine just doesn't cut it. Today was one of those days. That's how you found yourself picking out Ransom's favorite lounging clothes, his towel in the dryer so it'll be all toasty for him when he gets out of the shower, and his favorite meal cooling off on the counter.

"Welcome home, Mr. Drysdale," you coo in a calm voice, pecking his lips while you take his coat from him. He's not in a talking mood, and also a little confused but the smell of dinner catches his attention. Before he could say anything else, you're petting his chin with your thumb, "why don't you go wash up for dinner? I'll get everything ready."

He's fumbling with his tie in your shared bedroom when he feels a gentle tap on his shoulder. You chuckle when you see the knotted mess of a tie, the sound making him smile ever so softly. You undo it within seconds and take his dirty clothes to the laundry room.

Once he's in the shower, Ransom finally starts to relax a little. A hot shower can do wonders. He shuts off the water and hears the door open and shut. Wiping the steam from the glass, Ransom looks to find his favorite towel neatly folded and waiting for him. When he wraps it around him, the warmth of it has him sighing with relief. Oh yeah, this is what he needed.

He finds you in the kitchen, setting the table while you hum a soft tune. You feel his arms wrap around your waist slowly, trapping you against him. He tucks his head into your neck as he eases into the hug. Ransom wasn't very big on hugging, he did it once in a while so every time he did hold you it made it that much more special. You lay your head against his and fold your hands over his.

"Hey," you say smoothly, "good shower?"

"Mmhmm," he mumbles into your skin with a nod. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," you were practically melting at how sweet he was being. You try to move from his grasp but he tightens his hold. "I gotta get dinner on the table, honey," you chuckle.

"Fine," he huffs but kisses your cheek as he lets you go, "but you're going to sit in my lap while we watch TV after."

"Where else would I sit?" You tease gently, making him grin.

He sits at the head of the table as you bring over the dishes of food. The food looks absolutely delicious, you had perfected his favorite meals over the years of being together and knew when to bust them out. As you make your plates, Ransom can't help but stare at you. Thinking to himself that he's got it, everything a man could ask for right there, wearing the diamond ring he picked out, sitting next to him at the dinner table like it's where you belong.

Hell, he's thinking that it's where he belongs, right there with you.

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࣪𑁍˖՚༹⌒ Domestic chores with Nct 127 ⌒ ༹՚˖𑁍 ࣪

ᨳ☆‧˚Taeil

Taeil always feels kinda discouraged to start doing the chores, and he drags you along on procrastinating with him

"Come here, Y/N, stay with me a little bit more! Let's cuddle five more minutes, okay?". You agree, ofc, and you stay on the bed for a little too long, talking about the zillion things you have to do, but not having the guts to leave each other's arms.

When you start cleaning the house though, he really gets into it. No dirty spots and no dusty surfaces escape his strong hands.

He plays the most random songs, from classic music to heavy EDM, and you vibe together while doing the chores, bouncing with your brooms in hands and spinning your stained cloths in the air.

In the kitchen, he always gladly cooks for you. But after a long tiring day doing domestic chores, you both agree on ordering some food, spending the night just chilling, watching a movie in the middle of which Taeil probably will fall asleep.

ᨳ☆‧˚Johnny

Johnny is the one who organizes the chores at home. He assigns what each one needs to do, and there you go, his high energy overflowing from his body, encouraging you and providing you the ignition you needed.

"I clean up here, you clean down there" - he says with a suspicious smirk. You don't know if he is making fun of you or if he is being considerate.

He needs his coffee pauses, and he makes you take a break too. You talk about the most random daily things, which always leads to precious bonding moments, the kitchen getting filled with laidback laughs.

Then you continue your activities, in your own pace, jamming to some soft background music.

Johnny likes to offer you rewards. "If we finish this today, I'll buy us some nice ice cream, and then I'll take you to the movies. Deal?"

ᨳ☆‧˚Taeyong

Taeyong has the most endearing way of convincing you that it's time to do some domestic chores. "Y/N, come hereeee! It's time for a couple activity!! I even got us matching rubber gloves, look!"

He doesn't let you do heavy tough stuff though. But when you see him struggling by himself and run to help him, he gives you the most precious smile, full of admiration and gratitude. A cute "Thank yoou!" (yes, in his cute english <3) leaves his mouth.

But there's one thing about doing chores with him that is a bit trick: he loves to rearrange the furniture and decoration. It's always extra tiring, but you have to give him the credit for your house being so cool and stylish.

Taking care of your pets is something that consumes a lot of time, but Taeyong does everything with happiness and sparkly eyes.

He makes sure you have some breaks, to keep hydrated and to eat something. He will prepare you some sandwiches, while you start to plan a little trip to the grocery shop.

ᨳ☆‧˚Yuta

Yuta and you have this synchronicity and telepathy. You think "I guess it's time to sweep the front yard". You get your broom and everything, and when you step out the house, Yuta is already there, cleaning everything.

"Oh, you had the same idea! Well, you can...", he says. "Oh, I guess I will...", you start. "....do the laundry.", you two say at the same time, smiling at each other.

He tries to do things in "Marie Kondo style". He takes a long time folding your clothes, but it's worth the effort. Your wardrobe is a beautiful piece of art.

If he thinks something is dangerous for you, he definetely won't let you do it. Changing the lamp? No no no! It's not that he thinks you're not capable of doing things, he knows you can do anything. He just can't live with the possibility of you getting hurt.

After a day of hard work, you take a warm bath together, and stay in bed for the rest of the night.

ᨳ☆‧˚Doyoung

Like Johnny, Doyoung assigns the chores. He knows the things each one of you is good at.

But he is the type of person that sees you doing something, and automatically says "Wait baby, let me do it for you", or starts helping you, out of habit.

For example: you're doing the dishes, you wash part of the things in the sink, and then you start to rinse them. Doyoung takes the opportunity to sneakily snatch the dish sponge and, it's too late, he won't give it back to you. "Don't get used to it though", he says with a little grin. You grin back, because you lost count of how many times you've heard this same sentence.

You have a lot of plants at home, and Doyoung treats them like real babies. He even bought one for you, a baby tree of your favorite fruit.

Cooking is his thing, so he makes sure you have a nice, delicious and nutricious meal everyday.

ᨳ☆‧˚Jaehyun

Jaehyun will gladly do anything you ask him to do with the best of intentions, and he does his best to help.

He looks at the weather forecast to see when it's a good day to do the laundry, he sorts the garbage for recycling, he researches the supermarkets with the best prices, and does other little things that seem unimportant, but that are truly essential.

He likes vaccuing very dirty places. The satisfaction he gets from seeing the clean path that the vaccum leaves among the dirty is priceless.

But he is clumsy, so you know you can't let him get near the fragile stuff. So the kitchen is a little bit dangerous for him

If he can't help you with something, he makes sure to support you, like a real cheerleader. "Oh yessss honey! You're doing great, wow!That's my baby!!", he says, already massaging your shoulders.

ᨳ☆‧˚Winwin

Winwin sees you getting ready to start cleaning, and he asks you what he can do to help, while wearing your spare cute apron, which makes you smile like a fool.

He follows you and do what you do, ocasionally asking you if the things he is doing are good enough.

He is extra careful when hanging the clothes out on the clothesline, making sure to spread them well to avoid any wrinkles. He knows none of you like ironing, and also you burned yourself once, and he doesn't want this to happen ever again.

He spends a considerable amount of time making your bed, changing the bed linen, tyding up the sheets and smoothing the pillows, so you can feel good in a clean space and relax with him after working hard all day long.

ᨳ☆‧˚Jungwoo

Jungwoo is very good at domestic chores. He is a tidy and organized person, so things go smoothly in your house

He has the ability of turning every boring task into a pleasant and funny experience. Out of sudden you're having a broomstick battle. Out of sudden you're blowing soap bubbles. Out of sudden you're with white flour blots all over your face, after a spontaneous flour smudge battle.

For your surprise, he is excelent on fixing things. His creativity helps him a lot, along with a couple of YouTube videos and a degree on engineering.

Times just flies by his side, and you get surprised when you see the sun going down by your window, as he streches his back and says "we're finally done!", pulling you for a little celebration dance.

Jungwoo doesn't want to cook after doing domestic chores all day long. He orders an amount of food that could feed well ten people, and you eat a lot while watching some nice series.

ᨳ☆‧˚Mark

Mark always tries his best at everything. He knows he is a little bit clumsy, so he does things carefully. Thank God he has spider senses.

A chore that is supposed to be finished in ten minutes takes thirty to be completed, but it's completely fine, because you know it will be perfectly done.

He used to get confused with all the types of cleaning products, but he eventually learned about them all and now he knows anything's purpose just by smeling it. "Mmmm very soft floral smell, must be clothes soap/ Very strong and citric, I guess this is disinfectant" (pls people, don't be like this, it's dangerous for everyone!!!)

At the end of the day, he is so satisfied looking at your team work. You can see it on his little proud smile, while he runs an arm over your shoulders and distractedly kisses your cheek.

ᨳ☆‧˚Haechan

Haechan whines for two minutes before starting doing chores, but he is a man of action after all. "The sooner we start it, the sooner we'll finish it", he says to himself.

You play rock paper scissors to decide who will be the one that will do the unpleasant chores, like cleaning the bathroom and taking the garbage out.

But hearing your heavy sigh after losing for him makes him go "ahh ok, I'll do it, don't worry, but it will cost you twenty kisses!"

He doesn't stop singing while doing the chores. He is like a walking karaoke machine,he knows every song you ask him to sing.

When he cooks for you, you often catch him talking to his mom on the phone, asking her about that dish you liked so much the last time you visited her.

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Incubus x Reader (Sfw and anonymous protagonist!)

You sit with your car parked in your friends driveway. Your hands busy tapping on the keyboard of your phone. You glance up at his house to see him locking up the door. He hurries over to your car. "H-Hey! sorry! Did I make you wait long?" You shake your head. "Oh no! I was just about to text you." Dezzi opens the door and slumps into the passenger seat with a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness, I just finished folding some laundry when I spotted your car. I was afraid you had been waiting a while."

"Neh!"

"Neh?" He teases, "Is that english?"

"Yeh!"

He laughs as he pulls over his seat belt. "Okay then, so where did you want to go for ice cream? I know a neat little place but it's a little ways from here." You smile, "That sounds fine! We'll just pop in some tunes and have a mini road trip. As long as you can navigate us there and back it should be no problem!" Dezzi beams. "Oh it's no problem! It's my favorite place to go." You let the car reverse out of the driveway, turning back onto the road. The two of you chatting and listening to music as you drive. You pull up to a quaint little ice cream shop and stop the car. Car doors open and shut and together both of you walk inside.

You look around taking in the surroundings. "What a cute place, I never even knew this was here." Dezzi smiles, "It's actually a pretty popular spot. Why don't you find a seat for us and I can order?" "Ah? Are you sure Dez?" He nods "Mhm! There's a bit of a crowd, and I know that makes you nervous." You look abashed but you nod, telling him what you would like before turning to find a quiet place to sit.

You're playing with your phone until he finally comes over, you look up and start. Doing a double take at the tray in his hands. "Whoa Dezzi, that's a lot of ice cream." He blinks before looking down at the tray. "Ah? Is it? I just. . . really like it." He giggles but he looks embarrassed as he is setting the tray down. You are quick to reassure him, "Ah, hey if you can eat that much, power to ya my man! I wish I could, I love ice cream!" He perks up and gives a little smile.

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"I didn't think you could eat that much." You marveled, Dezzi beams cheerfully, "Food isn't really filling for me, so that just means I can eat whatever I want~"

"Lucky!" You huff, before you look a little surprised, a thought just struck you. "Oh wait, that's right, is that because you're a…" but you pause in mid-sentence catching the look on his face. His eyebrows edge up on his forehead and he looks away. "Ah, yeah haha. . ." He sits back and his shoulders tense. "I'm.. actually surprised you um… wanted to hang around me. A-after you found out." you stare at him, your stomach turning sour. You hurt him and you didn't know why. "Why. . . would you think that?"

Dezzi's eyes flicker up to you momentarily before he looks down again, embarrassed. "There. . . aren't many people who um. . . don't want to tangle with an incubus. O-or um. . . the reason they want to be around us is. . . you know. . . just for sex."

You can see the hurt in his eyes, and you frown. Your hand reaches across the table, your fingers curling around his hand. "Dezzi, I like you for you. It doesn't matter what you are. You're still my friend, and I care about you a lot. Who you are and your personality is worth so much than that. And it's really sad that other people can't see that." You squeeze his hand reassuringly staring up at him. "I think you're a lovely person."

Dezzi gives a little laugh and he hastily wipes his eyes "Hah. . .I was kind of thinking, you would say that. I-I'm really glad I met you, you know? Really. . . really glad." You stand up and move around the table, ignoring his sugary sweet smell that makes your head feel fuzzy, and pull him close to you. Dezzi's eyes pop open a little nervously at being hugged but he slowly settles. His cheeks warm as he leans into the hug, his eyes softening. The two of you stay like that for a little while until it's time to pack up and head for home.

Dezzi is quieter than usual, normally he is all smiles and is attempting to tug you off towards a new adventure. You're sure that he has had a lot on his mind, and you disregard your worried thoughts. From behind you, Dezzi is watching you with a thoughtful expression. As you both settle into the car, he looks at you "How about we do this again tomorrow?" He gives a little wobbily smile.

You smile back, "Sure! You know I can never turn down ice cream!" you think for a moment before you twist your face into a goofy expression. "Though I'm super jealous of you. You know that?"

Dezzi blinks and cocks his head, "H-huh? Why. . . ?”

"Because you can eat all the ice cream you want!!" You lament dramatically "It just isn't fairrrrrrrr!" Dezzi grins and giggles. "I can't help that though!" You ham up your acting and sniffle "I don't care!"

Dezzi plays along and pats your back solumnly. "It's alright. . . there's always tomorrow." You shoot him a look. "Unless you do what you did today and practically ate all of mine too!" He purses his lips and he looks out the window. "I don't know. . . what you're talking about. . ." "Oh, sure you don't!" You laugh at his goofy side long expression.

When you finally reach his home, he unlatches his seatbelt and opens the door. Pausing before he gets out to look at you. He gives a little wobbly smile "I'll. . . see you later?"

"Absolutely! Want me to come back around the same time?"

Dezzi beams "Yeah, that sounds great! I promise I won't eat your ice cream this time."

You open your mouth to reply sassily, but at that moment he leans over to you and gives you a peck on the check. You freeze in a stunned silence and he beams, giggling cutely.

"Well, see you tomorrow!" He hops out and you watch him go. . . and then you sit for a while longer with your hands on the wheel, a stunned expression stuck to your face. Did he just. . . seriously. . . ?

[managedmischiefs]

BAD DAY//MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

word count: 3k

warnings: body image issues

before we get into the writing i just wanted to say that i’m not, in any way, criticizing mgg’s body in this fic. it is never my intention to make others feel bad about their bodies. i have plenty of experience w that and it feels awful. if anyone has a problem w this fic then please let me know. thank u.

i collapse onto the couch after a long day of cleaning the house, blasting music and dancing around while i have time alone. the house has been in need of a serious cleaning and when i woke up this morning with the energy to be productive, i didn't let it go to waste. the dishes were washed, all the laundry washed and folded and put away, rugs vacuumed, trash put on the curb, bathrooms scrubbed down, and mirrors cleaned of scuffs. and by dinner time, i've finished and feeling accomplished.

matthew has been away at work all day and was only able to spare me one text around lunchtime to tell me that he might be later than usual. i responded with a text that was far sweeter than it needed to be, professing my love multiple times and adding a slew of cute emojis. days that run long typically mean bad days, and bad days mean a very upset boyfriend. that never ends well.

when matthew doesn't arrive home by six, i send him a text to let him know that i'm going to order chinese food for the both of us, and that he can eat when he returns home. i get nothing in return.

i watch tv while i wait for the food to arrive and only half pay attention to whatever is on the tv. my only thoughts are of my boyfriend and how horribly his day must be going. the food arrives and i put it away for later so that neither of us have to eat alone. i take my place on the couch again and wait anxiously for the door to open.

surely enough, the front door swings open and matthew comes stomping in. i hear his backpack hit the floor and then his keys following, and then the door slams closed. he doesn't come into the living room where he know i always am when he gets home, and instead goes rushing up the stairs and presumably to the bedroom. surely enough, the door slams shut a second later.

a heavy sigh falls from my mouth. i shut the tv off and go to pick up the things he had thrown onto the ground. i give matthew a moment alone to collect his thoughts and once i've tucked away his keys and hung up his backpack, i make my way up the stairs and to our bedroom.

i knock on the door softly before entering, my heart breaking at the sight before me. matthew is sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, arms trembling and shoulders shaking. i can hear him sniffling softly, fighting back tears. he looks so helpless and so broken and in the five years that we've been together, i don't think i've ever seen him like this after a day at work.

i close the door gently behind me, and when the door clicks, i see matthew flinch slightly. "hi, sweetheart," i whisper, walking a few steps closer. "can i do something for you? can i help?" matthew hesitates with his answer, sniffling before nodding a tiny bit. "yeah? okay, what can i do?" i move to sit next to him now, a few inches away. i know he won't give me an answer when he's in this state, but sometimes, just asking helps. so i just sit and wait with him as he fights off his tears.

"you can cry, you know?" i whisper. "you can cry if you need to. don't hold it in." matthew shoulders start to shake even more, his hands sliding up and into his hair. he tugs on the strands, letting out a strangled sob for the first time. my heart absolutely breaks, and i reach forward to place a hand on his back, stroking up and down the fabric of his tee shirt. "baby, i'm here right. it's okay. you're okay."

he reaches his hand back and clutches my hand, tugging on it, but not lifting his head. i scoot closer, but as soon as our legs are touching, matthew's other hand starts pulling at my thigh, trying to get me even closer. so i move to stand in between his legs, pulling his hands out of his hair so he won't give himself a headache.

and once his hands are away from his hair, he grabs my waist and pulls me right into his lap, tucking his face into my neck. this is the time that he finally lets himself go, sobbing into my shoulder and holding my waist as tight as he possibly can.

"oh, my love," i coo, brushing my fingers through his hair and running my fingers up and down his spine, "i've got you. i've got you. just let it out. i love you so much."

he hiccups and trembles as he cries, and cries, and cries. i rock him back and forth just slightly, hoping the movement will bring him some sort of comfort and tranquility. and i'm not sure how long we just sit like that, holding each other as i whisper sweet nothings into matthew's ear. but eventually, his cries slow down and he's just shaking in my arms, clutching my sweater.

"can you look at me, baby? it's okay, i've got you," he lifts his head slowly, staring at me with bloodshot eyes and wet cheeks, pretty lips pouting and nose scrunching up as he sniffles. but i give him a smile, raising my hands to wipe the tears off his cheeks and brush his hair off his forehead. "hi, my love."

matthew's lips quirk up in the slightest but they don't stay that way. "hi," he whispers, voice cracking.

"so do you wanna talk about it or go do something else?" i keep touching his face, wiping the new tears away and letting his nuzzle his cheek into my hand.

"something else, please." he says.

"okay, that's fine. are you hungry? do you want dinner? it's in the fridge, i can go heat it up."

"no, no, i'm not hungry." he shakes his head, turning his head to place a kiss on the palm of my hand. "i think i wanna go take a bath, if that's okay?"

"of course that's okay. you do whatever you want. do you want me to come or do you wanna be alone?" matthew just shrugs in response. "okay, well, why don't you go alone and i'll come by in a little while?"

"yeah, okay," matthew nods and slowly ushers me off his lap, dragging himself into the connected bathroom. he closes the door behind him and i hear the water running a few seconds later.

i can honestly say that i've never seen him so upset, at least not in recent times. he's had his fair share of breakdowns over the years but this feels different. he's been upset over a bad day at work or not getting a role, but i can't recall a time when he cried that much.

i go downstairs and, regardless of what matthew said, heat up the food i ordered. i know that he doesn't have time to eat on busy days and usually tears through the fridge and pantry when he gets home. he didn't do that today so i can only imagine how hungry he is.

i leave the food in the microwave so it will stay hot and then head back upstairs. i knock gently on the bathroom door, waiting for a response that i never get. "matthew?" i crack the door open just the tiniest bit but don't poke my head in. "is it okay if i come in for a few minutes?"

i hear the water sloshing around before he hums. "mhm."

i enter the hot bathroom and close the door behind me. matthew's legs are pulled up to his chest, forehead resting on his knees and arms wrapped protectively around himself. i sit down beside the tub and reach over to run my fingers through his damp hair.

"sweet boy," i coo softly, "i know you said you don't wanna talk about what's making you upset, but i think it'll help. i don't wanna force you, but i wanna help you feel better." he leans into my touch when i trail my fingers down his cheek, almost purring like a cat.

"m'dizzy," matthew murmurs so quietly i barely even hear him.

i furrow my eyebrows at him, cocking my head to the side. "you're dizzy? from the heat in here?" i jump up and open the bathroom door so some of the heat can travel out. "did you drink enough water? have you eaten enough today?"

matthew shakes his head no, sniffling yet again. "no."

"no," i repeat, defeated. "well, i heated up the chinese i ordered and i left it downstairs. so maybe you can jump out of the bath and come eat and you'll feel better? sound good?"

i stand and hold matthew's towel out for him as he slowly climbs out of the bathtub. i watch him carefully, making sure his dizziness doesn't overcome him. not that i could do anything like catch him if he fainted. he’s too tall and i’m too short. i pull the plug on the drain and usher matthew back into the bedroom.

i watch in careful silence as he pulls on pajama pants and an oversized sweatshirt, scrunching up his nose in the most adorable way. and once he's dressed, he turns to me with his shoulders hunched forward, almost like he's waiting for me to tell him what to do and where to go. i've been doing it since he walked in the door so i suppose he's too far gone that he needs me to continue.

i give him a small smile and grab onto his hand, leading him down to the kitchen. i point to a barstool in a silence instruction to take a seat, and retrieve our food from the microwave.

"so," i state as i sit down and dig into my fried rice, "i finished the next chapter of my book today! it's not the best writing i've done so i'm gonna do extensive editing on it, but at least it's done. i've been stuck on this chapter for weeks and i'm just relieved that i can move on."

"i'm sure what you've already written is amazing," he half heartedly, stabbing a piece of chicken before pushing it off his fork again.

i keep talking about my writing process, and observe him as he plays with his food and doesn't eat anything at all. i've finished my food in ten minutes and matthew hasn't eaten anything. he responds every now and then with short sentences or one word answers, and doesn't lift his head much.

i throw out my containers and fill up a glass with water and ice, placing it beside matthew's hand. i sit on the barstool beside him, facing him instead of forward. "you haven't eaten anything, sweet boy. you need to eat. did you eat anything today?" matthew ducks his head even further down and shakes his head no. i resist my urge to sigh. "okay, can you tell me why? i made breakfast for both of us and i thought you ate."

"no," he shakes his head again. "i don't- i just don't wanna eat."

he's never acted like this before and it's truly heartbreaking. he doesn't seem like the man i feel in love with and he's even a completely different man from the different man he is when he's upset. this is a new version of my boyfriend that i hope makes a one time appearance.

matthew takes a long breath and pushes around his rice before starting to speak. "last week, on set, i had a fitting for outfits for the episode we filmed today. and the kevlar vest that i've been using for years didn't fit. it was too small. so i," he hesitates, and then tilts his head a little towards me. i instantly bring my hair up to his wet hair and start scratching his scalp, "i just, well, this past week i just decided to eat less and hope that i could fit into the vest today. but it didn't work. it was still too small and it looked absolutely horrible. i looked horrible. ugly."

and yet again, my heart breaks for him. i've never really heard of matthew having issues with his body, except for the off comment that he didn't look good in an outfit or that it didn't flatter him. nothing to this extent. but i've had my fair share of body image issues over the years and matthew has always been quick to remind me that i'm stunning, regardless of whether i'm wearing an extra small or a large.

"i'm sorry you feel this way, love," i drag my hand back to the nape of his neck and play with the short hair there. "and i know exactly how it feels to not fit into clothes that you used to fit into. but you've helped me realize that we don't keep the same body every year. our bodies change as we get older. remember that red dress you really liked on me? it doesn't fit me anymore because i'm not as skinny as i was when we met. but i got a new one that suits me better. it's okay for your body to change and there's nothing wrong with it. you're beautiful no matter what, or handsome, if you'd prefer that."

matthew nods, wiping his cheeks when he finally lifts his head. "i just looked so bad today."

"i'm sure you didn't. i always tell you that i look horrible in outfits you think i look good in. everyone is always really hard on themselves and that's natural."

he drops his head again and let's go of his fork, letting out a heavy sigh and resting his hands in his lap. but i stand, moving his hand away and sitting down on his lap, placing my hands right on his ribs. "when you filmed season twelve, you started to work out more. remember?"

matthew nods. "yeah, of course. what does that have to do with anything?"

"you thought that you would put on weight in muscle, and that's exactly what happened. your shoulders got broader, your thighs got thicker. and you know what?" i lean forward until our noses are touching. i manage to get a tiny smile out of him when i give him an eskimo kiss, our noses rubbing together. "i absolutely loved your body before and after you started working out. you know how much i love your thighs. they're sexy, baby. i know that me telling you things like this doesn't really help but i love your body, no matter what it looks like. what your body looks like doesn't define you."

"really?" he gives me the most adorable puppy eyes. "you like my, you know, my body?"

"i love your body, matthew," i move my hands down from his ribs to his stomach, slipping them under his sweatshirt and placing them on his bare skin. "i love everything about you." matthew lets his head fall forward and presses his forehead into my shoulder as i let my hand continue to roam his skin. "i'm not gonna force you to eat if you really don't want to, but i don't want you to starve yourself either. so i'm gonna go, okay? i'm gonna go sit in bed and you can either eat or not and not feel pressured by me staring at you, and you can join me when you're ready."

i place a kiss on matthew's nose before retracting my hands and heading back to our bedroom. part of me wants to hold him down and force him to eat all of his food and another part of me knows that letting him make his own decisions is the right choice. forcing him to eat when he feels badly about his body is the worst thing i could do. it could make him spin even further out of control and that is obviously the last thing i want.

so i curl up under the duvet on my side of the bed and flip the television on, skimming through the channels until i find some random romcom that i watched with matthew years ago. i leave that on and start scrolling through my social media.

just a few minutes later, matthew comes wandering into the room and closes the door behind him. when he walks towards the bed, i notice he's holding his pint of fried rice in his hand, and while i would normally not support eating in bed out of fear of getting the sheets dirty, i make an exception for this.

he gives me a weak smile as he climbs in beside me, instantly tangling his legs with me. i roll over and rest my head on his chest, bringing my arm around his stomach, resting my hand in his sweatshirt pocket. i try my hardest to ignore it as matthew scoops rice into his mouth slowly. i can tell it's a little bit of a chore for him to be eating, but nonetheless, i'm proud of him for doing it, even if he only eats a few pieces of rice.

"we watched this movie a long time ago. one of our first dates, right?" matthew mumbles.

"mhm," i nod against his chest, "we watched this in your house in the living room and ate pizza and complained about the acting."

"i love you," matthew randomly confesses, leaning down to press his lips to my forehead. "thank you. i don't know what i'd do without you."

"well, you'll never have to find out because you're stuck with me," i quip, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "and i love you too. a whole lot. and i love your tummy too. i think i might love your tum more than i love you. no offense."

[chilling-seavey]

HH ANOTHA ONE - Lorri bugging Daniel to let her drive his car - but wait omg 🥺🥺🥺 that boy would do anything for her so he'd let her drive the first time she asked - and then they go on like a drive somewhere and Lorri just loves driving fast and Daniel can't help put stare at her and just fall in love with her more please🥺🥺🥺

Super inspired by Fun, Fun, Fun by the Beach Boys. It is complete vibes for this blurb and I haven’t listened to a single other song all week

July 1960

“I wanna drive your car.”

“Do you even know how to drive?”

Loretta gasped through the phone, “Yes, Daniel, I know how to drive.”

“I have never seen you behind the wheel ever in my whole life.” Daniel chuckled.

“I know how to drive and I want to drive your Thunderbird up the coast.”

“Oh really?”

“Stop laughing at me!”

Daniel bit his lip to hide his cheeky smile, “I’m not laughing at you, my love. When do you wanna go?”

“I told Dad that I need to go to the library today for college so…today!”

“Don’t you need to actually study?”

Loretta groaned in annoyance through the phone and he could hear her flop backwards onto her bed, “No! I hate doing summer college when you’re on break! It’s not fair! I deserve a break.”

“To go up the coast?”

“Yes, Dani, please?” Loretta begged.

Daniel checked the time on the stove, “Alright. I’ll come pick you up and we’ll swing by Sherry’s for lunch and then head up the coast.”

“Ah! I love you!” Loretta shrieked. “I’m already dressed! Now get over here quick!”

The line went dead and Daniel only laughed lightly at his girlfriend’s way too eager attitude as he hung up the receiver and rushed upstairs to grab his wallet and keys. He stopped in the doorway to the master bedroom where his mother was folding laundry, “Lori and I are going out, Ma. Won’t be home for supper.”

“Alright, honey. Drive safe.” she called after him as he rushed down the stairs and right out the front door.

It was a perfect day for a drive, the summer LA heat allowing the convertible to be wide open and the cloudless blue sky made for easy driving. Daniel slid on his sunglasses and turned the key in the ignition to make his way down to Loretta’s house a few blocks away. She was already waiting at the end of her driveway in high-waisted red shorts, a white halter top, and white sneakers, a classic red ribbon tying her brown hair back from her face, and when she saw Daniel, her smile broke even wider and she jumped onto the road as he fell to a stop in front of her.

“Hey, lover boy.” she greeted, leaning over the driver’s side door to kiss him. “Let’s roll! Scoot over.”

Daniel only laughed and put the car in park before shuffling over to the passenger side to let her climb behind the wheel. She tossed her book bag in the backseat – she had to take it since she told her father she was going to the library – and she slid her cat-eyed sunglasses on before carefully setting her hands on the steering wheel with a grin.

“Yes. This feels good.” Loretta nodded once.

She pressed her foot down on the gas, revving the engine loudly as they were still in park. Daniel’s eyes went wide as he watched her hesitantly.

“Oh…oopsies.” she giggled and set the car into drive to press down on the gas and they went speeding forward down her street so suddenly that Daniel flopped backwards against the leather seats with a gasp.

He was too in shock to say anything as he clutched onto the top of the door beside him and the back of the seat between the two of them. After a few minutes, Loretta seemed to get the hang of it and her jerky movements turned smoother but she was still nearly throwing Daniel through the windshield every time they reached a stop sign.

“Just…pull slowly into the parking spot.” Daniel said cautiously as they navigated their way down the busy beachside street towards Sherry’s Diner.

Loretta whipped the wheel around, spinning them way too quickly into the parking spot and Daniel audibly squeaked as they just barely missed the car in the adjacent spot, biting on his finger to not try to critique her driving too terribly. He would have cried if he got a scratch on the pretty red paint and he leaned over the side of the car just to make sure they had cleared it.

“Wow!” Loretta grinned as she sat back and took her foot of the brake.

“Park, Lori! Put it in park!” Daniel reminded her quickly as they started rolling back towards the busy street.

“Shoot.” Loretta gasped, pushing the gear shift to park. She glanced over at her boyfriend who looked like he had seen the gates of hell and back in their ten-minute drive to the diner, “Sorry.”

“Maybe…I should drive us up the coast.” Daniel offered gently.

“No. Dani, please, I’ll be better on the highway, I promise. The constant stopping and starting is just…tricky.”

Daniel looked over at her and her pleading expression and he sighed, grabbing her cheeks in one hand and leaned in to pull her lips to his for a kiss, “You’re lucky I love you so much.”

Loretta grinned at him.

They ate lunch together in the diner – hamburgers and strawberry milkshakes of course – and then headed back to the car for their little road trip.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive?” Daniel asked again as she sat behind the wheel.

“I am sure.” Loretta nodded, sliding her sunglasses to the top of her head and sent him a sweet smile. The sun made her freckles stand out and Daniel habitually swiped his thumb over them before tapping the tip of her nose. He was stalling.

A group of teenage girls walked past on the sidewalk and their eyes lingered on the pretty girl behind the wheel of the bright red sports car, nothing but jealousy in their eyes. Loretta only smiled at them through the windshield as Daniel pressed a kiss to her cheek. Was there really anything wrong with flaunting what she was proud to have?

Daniel finally walked around the car and climbed in beside her, taking a deep breath and they prepared to head towards Highway 1. Loretta put the car into reverse and Daniel kept an extra eye out as she backed out of the parking spot and onto the beach side road to make sure they weren’t going to hit anything. They almost clipped a curb but he managed to grab the wheel in time to avoid it, only making Loretta mumble another ‘oops’ before she was switching to drive and pulling off down the road with a jerk.

“Oh boy.” Daniel blurted out, reaching out a hand to hold onto the dashboard through his skyrocketing anxiety, “I love you so much.”

Loretta only giggled proudly, and he directed her towards the highway exit. Sure enough, it was smoother once they were on straight road and Loretta pressed her foot down harder on the gas as they picked up speed, the ocean right on their left and the California hills directly on their right, the summer wind streaking through their hair in the open top convertible. Loretta shrieked with excitement and reached to turn on the radio, turning up the volume nice and loud as they sped down Highway 1.

“Good golly, this is incredible!” Loretta cheered. She sang along loudly to the radio’s top hits, pushing twenty over the speed limit under the perfect California sun.

Daniel relaxed more into his seat since they were no longer hitting stop signs every block and he draped his left arm over the back of the seats and took a moment to take in the scenery. His eyes drifted from the sparkling blue sea to Loretta’s beaming face and her cheerful singing as she took the road like a pro-driver. She lifted one hand off the steering wheel to throw up in the air, her soft curls and red ribbon billowing in the breeze that whooshed past them, her fingers curling around nothing as if trying to grab the air.

“Daniel James Seavey! I am absolutely in love with you and your car!” Loretta shouted as loud as she could.

Daniel laughed joyfully, throwing his own hands in the air and tossed his head back against the leather seats to just be in the moment with her. They drove all the way up to Santa Maria in wine country – two-and-a-half hours out of Los Angeles – and took a pit stop to grab something to eat and use a gas station washroom before going to head home again.

It was well past dinner time when they returned to LA and they were both still riding the highs of the beautiful scenery and good music and perfect company. Loretta pulled up to the curb down the street from her house and made sure to put the car in park before turning to face Daniel and leaned right in to kiss him strongly.

He smiled into it, pushing his hand through the back of her hair to keep her close and they kissed lazily for a few short minutes before Loretta was sitting back again.

“Thank you for today.”

“Thank you for not killing us.” Daniel added.

She giggled and left him with a few more kisses before she reached into the backseat and picked up her book bag before climbing out of the car. Daniel shuffled over to sit behind the wheel again and grabbed her hand before she could walk off. He pulled her back to the side of the car and down to kiss her lips again.

“I love you forever.”

Loretta smiled widely, “I love you forever and five days.”

“Call me.”

“You got it, lover boy.” Loretta kissed him once more before hopping onto the sidewalk and rushing a few houses down to her own.

Her lie didn’t get her far as the moment she stepped inside, her father shouted the time across the house to her, claiming that the library closed three hours ago. Despite being twenty years old – “then you should be old enough to know that you should be taking your studies seriously” – Loretta was grounded for the rest of the week and sent to her room.

Daniel called her when he got home since he hadn’t heard from her, only to be told by her father that she was grounded and he even gave Daniel a bit of a stern talking-to as well. He should be supporting her education not taking her out on aimless adventures.

Loretta was laying on her bed, glaring at the ceiling, when there was a knock at her window. She got up and walked around to her window, sliding the glass open and leaned her head out. Daniel was stood on the grass underneath her bedroom window with a little smirk on his face,

“Let me up. Just cuz you’re grounded doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun, right?”

[moonlightguardianmoon]

Random headcanon time

(Ok I watched a tick tock that went down kind of like this... just trust me)

It was a normal Wednesday afternoon Desmond didn't have work that day and was chilling on the couch with his ancestors (more specifically Altair, Connor, ezio and Jacob) Shaun, Malik, and leonardo Da Vinci. They were watching T.V. (Spongebob cause why not) when bayek was helping Aya with laundry, rebecca having to help teach them how to use a washing machine.

All of a sudden the T.V. switched channels for breaking news.

Jacob: what the bloody hell?

Connor: what happened to the T.V. Desmond.

Desmond: chill out guys it's only the news, they usually do this when they have exciting or horrible news. Most of the time it's uh... usually bad.

Leonardo: oh dear.

Ezio: don't worry I'm sure there's a chance its it's not all that bad amico.

News caster: good evening fokes this is channel 2 news, I'm here today with breaking news. I'm here live in luxury Egypt for a shocking discovery.

Altair: hey Bayek isn't that where you lived thousands of years ago?

Bayek had walked behind the couch with a basket of laundry in his hands as his wife Aya walked behind him with clean folded towels.

Bayek: hm? Oh yes indeed. Aya look it's our home in Egypt.

Aya: oh yes, wonder why the news is talking about Egypt?

Malik: maybe they found another piece of Eden or something of your past?

Leonardo: another piece of Eden, *gasp* how exciting!

Ezio: you get excited about a lot of things amico.

Jacob: Ah, I don't get how you could get excited about the pieces of Eden. If you ask me there just a waist of time.

Shaun: Ssh! let's here what they say.

Shaun turns up the volume on the T.V.

Dave: More then 20 sealed coffins discovered near luxury Egypt.

In that moment Bayek and Aya their eyes widened in shock.

Malik: well it's no piece of Eden but I guess its something.

Jacob: Wait so the T.V decided that the boring news would be better then spongebob?! Boo!

Bayek and Aya then both drop everything in their hands in shock, once they did everyone turned over to them.

Desmond: Bayek? Aya? You guys... ok?

*Music in back ground intensifies*

Bayek: PUT THAT SH*T BACK!!!!!

Everyone quickly jerked back the minute he shouted.

Bayek: THIS IS NOT THE YEAR!!!

Desmond: jesus christ! What the hell Bayek?!

*Bayek starts hyperventilating*

Jacob: bloody hell what's wrong with you?!

Bayek: SHAUN GET THE ASSASSIN'S VAN STARTED AND GET EVERYONE IN THE VAN RIGHT NOW!!! AYA GET SENU AND LETS GO!!!

Shaun: why?! What do we need to go to Egypt for?!

Bayek: you don't understand! Those tombs are CURSED!!!

Aya: Bayek's right those tombs are SUPER CURSED!!!

Altair: what do you mean by cursed?

Bayek: it was said that a family shared the same barel ground thus explaining the 20 tombs, put a curse on there own graves before they passed.

Aya: and it was said that who ever disturbs the died of the 20 tombs of Luxury Egypt would bring terrible darkness and destruction of hell across the globe for a whole year!

Ezio: Dio mio, that can't be good!

Shaun: oh come on guys everyone knows curses aren't real.

Leonardo: I'm with Shaun on this one. Curses in Egypt technically aren't real. Its actually all the ancient air and germs that have been sealed away is the tombs for over thousands of years causing the sudden illnesses by exposure from inside the tombs.

Shaun: thank you leonardo.

Connor: I don't know Shuan maybe we should listen to Bayek. Curses are no joke.

Jacob: jokes jokes joke-

Altair: shut up Jacob!

Jacob: ... *pouts*

Desmond: really Shuan? You don't believe in curses, after everything we went threw together, you still don't believe in curses?

Shaun: Desmond everything that has literally happened to us can be scientifically explained and has a perfectly good logical explanation for all of it.

Desmond: what about me coming back to life?

Shaun: ... shut up Desmond.

Desmond: whatever.

Malik: either way, what can we do about?

Jacob: Aah I'm sure it'll be fine, right Shaun.

Shaun: exactly. Besides the year 2019 is almost over, what's the worst that could happen.

...

And that's how the year 2020 became an absolute nightmare of a year for the entire world.

This is why you listen to your elders kids it might just save the world.