#AND IF YOU DONT DO IT LAUNDRY JUST PILES UP!!!! AND THEN IT'S SO MUCH LAUNDRY!!!!!!!!!

[whoslaurapalmer]

okay. out of curiosity

[your-lovely-ghost]

Day three of holding everyone’s laundry hostage until my father takes a shower.

The last of my father’s beloved white socks have fallen to the filth. There is little hope, and even less in terms of rest. The battle is ongoing, and it feels often that I am fighting alone. Morale is low; my ally in this conflict, mother, is injured. I long for the days when I can rest. When this war will cease, and all will be clean again. The dishes done, the people bathed, the laundry washed and folded. Alas. We know the struggle will never end.

I am Sisyphus, and my father’s horrid stench and apathy are forever my boulder.

My father is a war profiteer, and I am a hapless young recruit greeting a doomed mission.

Last shower date: December 25th, 2023

[goodiegoddesselle]

my favorite pair | L. DH

pairing: enemy roommate!haechan x reader

genre: smut, sir/daddy dom, unprotected sex, degradation, pervert haechan lol, enemies to lovers, uses doll/toy as a nickname

summary: you see one day that your annoying roommate, haechan, hasn't done his laundry and just left his basket by the washing machine. sure, this is irritating, but it reminded you to do your own. when you finally start getting your own clothing, you notice that your favorite pair of underwear is missing. on top of noticing that, you notice that your roommate, who moves around the apartment a lot normally, hasn't left his room at all that day either.

wc: 3k

minors dni. dont like, dont read.

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You were tired of him. Tired of the dishes constantly sitting in the sink. Tired of his friends constantly being piled up on the couch, like you didn’t live there too. Tired of all the noise from his gaming—finally, it truly occurred to you just how tired you were of your roommate Lee Haechan.

For the most part, he didn’t do much but sit around and annoy you, whether or not he actually did his chores. It was almost like he messed with you on purpose. Despite all of this, however, you couldn’t help yourself from still having a partially hidden crush on him.

Yes, sadly, you did have a crush on him. You did, but there’s only so much you can do about having a crush on someone that doesn’t really get along with you the way you truly would’ve liked. It was almost impossible not to, nonetheless, seeing as Haechan was one of the most gorgeous men out there. His hair was long, golden and wavy, his eyes glowed a glistening honey color, and his voice was sultry with the perfect tenor tone. And with the amount of talents this man had, there really wasn’t anything you couldn’t like him for.

Did Haechan know about this crush, though? Never in a million years. You figured you would die before he even came close to knowing about it, let alone actually knowing. Especially since he was so irritating to you, even at that moment.

“Ugh, can you actually do your damn chores Haechan? I would like to take a break too, y’know!” you called out. You were in your room, digging through your clothes after seeing his laundry basket lying next to the washing machine. You figured you might as well do the laundry anyway, since he wasn’t getting around to it and your clothing was beginning to pile up inside your room.

A deep sigh left you as you dug through your underwear and recognized that something was wrong. It was gone—your favorite pair of panties was missing, and oddly enough, this was the first time that has ever happened to you. Your eyebrows scrunched in complete confusion. Where the hell could they have possibly gone?

You searched a little further, peeking under your pillows and through the rest of the drawers until Haechan’s lack of movement started making you curious. Sure, he was annoying, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t another human, and he typically moved around the apartment a lot more than he was that day.

Immediately you turned around, walked out of your room, and headed to the bedroom next to yours. It wouldn’t take much to get in his room anyway, seeing as he was either playing a game or sleeping with all the grunting he was letting out.

At least, you thought so.

You simply knocked on his door twice before letting yourself in, ready to talk about his laundry until your eyes landed on your roommate, who rushed to pull his blanket over his completely nude body. The squat you would have to do to pick up your jaw would probably give you the strongest legs on Earth.

“Woah!” he yelled, his eyes wide as he scrambled to hide his hands under the blanket as well. “I, um—I was just, uh, I-I…”

“There’s no need to explain, Haechan,” you interrupted, a smirk slowly spreading across your face, “I already saw them. Really? That’s what you’ve been doing?” The laugh that left you made his face turn the hottest shade of red.

It wasn’t hard to see Haechan holding your favorite panties in his hand. For once, you weren’t angry about it either. It was, however, a teeny bit shocking instead. You didn’t know that he was like this at all, seeing as every time one of your pairs would go missing, you would find it somewhere in your room the day after. The whole time you just figured it was you making them disappear. At least, until now.

You walked a little closer to him, closing the door behind you and giggling lowly. “Lee Haechan, when were you ever going to tell me that you are the world's most hidden pervert?” you asked. It was like he was frozen in place, internally freaking out as you leaned in and ran your thumb across his chin, his breath completely silent. “Well? What are you going to say about all this?”

“You know what, I was going to find an excuse, but since you want the truth so bad…” Haechan sat up, suddenly grabbing your wrist and pulling it away from his chin while pulling you closer. Your eyes widened as he held up your underwear again. His lips rose into a cocky grin as he waved them back and forth, watching the annoyance cover your face all over again. “It’s one thing to want you this badly, y’know, but you make it really easy to come and get these. And if you want them back, babe, this time you’re going to have to work for it.”

You scoffed. “Work for it? When it belongs to me? Guess you’re always like this, huh?”

“Like what, Y/N?”

“So goddamn infuriating!” you answered, rolling your eyes. Haechan laughed and leaned closer and closer to you, all the way to the point where your lips were almost touching, but not quite yet.

“Do you know you only get hotter and hotter the angrier you get?” Haechan replied. “If you didn’t want me to be so ‘goddamn infuriating’, then stop being so goddamn hot.”

He closed the distance between you two, tilting his head and pressing his lips to yours. It took no time at all for you to respond to it. You kissed him back fervently and climbed further onto his lap, sliding your hands onto his shoulders and taking his words and actions as an invitation to fight back. It was hard to reject him, after all, especially after feeling his teeth graze against your bottom lip several times.

The feeling of Haechan’s arms wrapping around your hips brought you into a high you didn’t even know you could reach, only getting higher and higher as he leaned down to your neck, slowly leaving kisses and sucking marks onto your warm skin. Crowds of moans left your lips, making him bite even harder. Out of nowhere, he flipped the two of you over and shoved you onto his mattress.

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks or how much I infuriate you, babe,” Haechan whispered into your ear, licking the shell of it, “you’re mine whether you like it or not.” He tossed the panties away from the bed and went back to leaving hot kisses on your lips and neck. But this time, you could feel his fingers sliding down your torso, all the way until he reached your pajama shorts and pushed under them. Another chuckle left him, and you could feel your face scorching from embarrassment, knowing damn well that he was laughing because you weren’t wearing anything under them. Your lips separated for a moment, but shut shortly after, shyness killing your effort to say something before he did. Haechan, however, already knew where you were headed with that.

“Oh? What, do you only wear your favorite ones?” Despite knowing it was a genuine question on his end, you really couldn’t find it in you to answer him. You even looked away, but that had no point, especially since he grabbed your jawline and immediately pulled your head back into facing him.

“Look at me when I speak to you, and don’t make me tell you again,” Haechan ordered. “You can use your words, doll. In fact, I’d like it better if you did.”

“Um, n-no, I don’t,” you stuttered back. Haechan’s gaze alone was intimidating you, which only made the situation ten times better than when it began. In fact, it got even better than that, right when his fingers started lazily rubbing at your cunt, slipping between your lips and toying with your clit. A loud groan filled the room the moment he began.

Haechan slid two of his fingers into you while keeping his eyes on yours. “For someone that loves talking about how annoying I am, you’re pretty wet right now. Soaked, even,” he teased, fingers massaging at your sweet spot gently. “It’s real cute.”

A frown crossed your face. You wanted so badly to say something back to that, but there wasn’t much to say back to the truth, really. However, as he picked up the speed of his fingers, the frown died within a few seconds, followed by his name being pulled out of you. Each second after, you could feel yourself getting closer to finishing, and you were completely ready for it—until he ripped his hand out of you. At first you were upset about it, but then you saw him licking your essense off of his fingers with an evil grin on his face, and that settled right away, being replaced with the need for him to put something much bigger back where his hand was.

Haechan pulled his fingers out of his mouth and chuckled, saying, “don’t think I can’t tell when you’re almost there; you made that face like you were ready to explode.”

Another pout crossed your face. “Then why didn’t you let me get there?” you asked. His face straightened out as he looked at you like you truly didn’t understand the situation you put yourself in at the moment. Again, he grabbed your chin and made you face him, his eyes flaring now instead of swirling with honey like usual.

“Did you really think I was just going to let you cum and we’d be done here? When you haven’t even thought about what you need to do for me too? Get up.” His hand slipped away as he climbed off of you, gesturing for you to rise up as well and take your shorts off. Despite being ordered to, another thought came to your mind and you figured things would definitely get different if you followed it. This time, a smirk crossed your face instead, and you crossed your arms.

“If you want me to get up, make me, then,” you baited, watching a look of surprise spread across his face before disappearing quickly. Before you could even see what he was planning to do, his hand shot across the bed like lightning and grasped your wrist again, startling you. Somehow you knew where this was headed for you.

“Last I checked, doll, I told you not to make me have to tell you again,” Haechan growled, ripping you off of the bed and in front of him, “but if you’re going to make me, you’re going to find out why I warned you to begin with. Shorts, off. Now.”

Completely filled with intimidation, you wasted no time in pulling your pajama shorts off this time, being completely nude from the waist down. Haechan’s gaze swept over you before he lifted your shirt up and leaned in, lips heading for your chest, right below your neck this time. He began leaving spots all over it, suckling onto your skin and heading lower and lower each time. You couldn’t help yourself from whining as he did it, grabbing at his shoulders again as your legs shook.

“H-Hae…” you mumbled, grip tightening around him. Haechan’s teeth grazed across your right breast before his head lifted. “Is there something my little toy wants?” he interrupted. With a tight throat, you simply nodded, hoping you could find it in you to answer him with words this time, but it didn’t take long for you to find out that those words wouldn’t matter either way. He lowered his head again and bit on your nipple, making you cry out into the room.

“Remember what I said earlier? Disrespectful playthings like you don’t get what they want either way,” Haechan said, sliding his hands under your thighs and lifting you up. “Learn how to act right next time and maybe I’ll reconsider.”

“Yes…” you moaned.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir…”

Haechan hummed in response and turned around, pinning you against the wall next to the door. “Now it’s my turn to play with my little toy,” he muttered. It didn’t take much time at all for you to feel it—the feeling of Haechan stretching you out with his size alone, making you wonder if you could even take someone as big as that. Your face froze with your mouth open, facing the ceiling in complete shock, your soul escaping your body more and more the deeper he got into you. Haechan himself let out a long, smooth moan as he pressed into you.

“God, I never knew you’d be this tight, Y/N,” he said, pulling out a little before thrusting himself back in roughly. “So, so good…” The two of you stayed still for a moment as he let you get used to his size. After a few moments, Haechan began again, pushing and pulling himself in and out of you at a slow pace at first.

“Sir,” you finally spoke, “can you speed up a little bit?”

“I will if you ask me nicely,” he responded, still moving slowly just to mess with you.

“Sir, please speed up,” you pleaded. Haechan leaned down and left a quick kiss on your neck before speeding up to a pace more hasty, more rough and harder to handle. Part of you regretted asking him to get faster, but most of you couldn’t even focus on that. You were enjoying the sensation of his cock hitting your sweet spot full force each time he slammed into you, your back pressing against the wall as he fucked you.

“Look at my pretty little doll, taking it like she should be,” Haechan teased, going harder and harder into you. At this point, you could barely handle what he was giving you, but every part of you wanted it. Needed it, even. You could even feel your orgasm coming toward you full speed, like a car on the highway at night. With how loud you were moaning, too, everything in you knew that he could tell as well.

“I’m so close,” you breathed, your arms tightening around his neck as your cunt tightened around him.

“Really? Is my doll already so close? How bad do you want it?” Haechan asked mockingly.

“So bad,” you replied, “really, really bad…”

“Yeah? Then beg for it.”

“Please, sir, please let me cum; I need this so badly…”

Haechan reached his hand down and began stroking at your clit. “Keep going, babe.”

“I’m so close, please let me cum, I’m begging! I-I’ve been doing good, please, I’ve been a good girl,” you continued pleading as a shock of what felt like lightning passed through you. If he didn’t decide now, you were going to release either way, and you didn’t want to disobey him all over again just to get another punishment.

“Hmm,” Haechan hummed decisively, almost jokingly. “You have been doing pretty well so far… I think you’ve earned it. You know what to do; cum for me, now.”

Immediately you released, his order cutting the tie for you. You were squeezing his cock as your juices leaked out, spreading all over him as he continued to thrust into you. It was amazing, but the overstimulation was starting to hit you not too long after.

“S-Sir, I can’t take this anymore,” you cried, legs weakening around his waist as he continued.

“Yes you can, doll,” Haechan responded, grunting lowly, “because good girls take what they’re given. And I’ve got something for you to take.”

Your nails were clawing into his skin at this point. Tears rolled down your cheeks as the intensity increased. You could feel another orgasm coming for you, and your whole body was ready to implode all over again. Haechan pressed his face into your neck again, taking a deep breath in before moaning at full volume, picking up speed as he pounded into you.

Not too long after, Haechan’s teeth sunk into your collarbone again as he moaned, “now take everything Daddy gives you.” Instantly, you were filled with more and more of his cum as he came, pushing you harder against the wall and leaning up to kiss you on your lips instead. The two of you made out even after he finished, even after both of you noticed that his release was starting to drip out of you, and even after you noticed you had also came while he was getting off. After a while, the two of you finally pulled away from each other, Haechan still carrying you but just not against the wall anymore.

Soon after, the high started fading away, replacing itself with a different level of nervousness. The reality that you just slept with your crush-slash-enemy hit you like a full-force train. At some point, you decided that since you already did all of this, you might as well just let him know anyway. “I just wanted to say, Haechan,” you began nervously, “that I do actually like you… I just didn’t really have a way to let you know, I guess…”

The nervousness began peaking when all Haechan did was watch you in silence while blinking. Then, out of nowhere, another gentle laugh escaped him. “You think I didn’t know that, Y/N? What did you think I bothered you so damn much for?”

“You what?” you gasped. “You fucking knew that already and didn’t ask me out or something like that instead?” He shrugged.

“Just wanted to play with my toy first. You should already know that you’re mine. I’m just glad everyone else gets to know now, too,” he said. 

You sighed. “You’re so freaking annoying.” Haechan leaned in right by your face again.

“Doesn’t matter; either way you’re mine. Aren’t you, doll?”

[cheolhub]

birthday bash ask!!~

let’s eat (🤤)- sarrrr this is dangerous!! i’m going to have to request mr kim mingyu (you know!!) and i’ll let you decide on a prompt(s) to use! (trust you with my all! gimme a dm if u want me to choose hehe)

5:13 p.m. — kim mingyu

prompt. “you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. “

wc. 955

warning. mingyu fucks reader in a dryer (very unrealistic), needy!gyu, baby fever + marriage kink (my fav combo), use of mommy [x1], unprotected sex, creampie, manhandling, SO much dirty talk, pet names [baby, angel] — MINORS DNI 18+

note. thank u for sending in an ask lu,, i’m so sorry if you dont like the piece or the prompt i used !!! i know it’s a lil intense and lacks a lot of detail 😭 i was in the mood to write needy gyu with baby fever without thinking abt logistics so,,, here it is (also im sorry it’s so short </3) [not proofread if u see a typo, i literally didn’t write this]

mingyu is a sucker. you’re not sure there’s a diagnosis for what he has other than a severe case of baby fever. it's not when he sees babies that sets him off, no, it’s you. you doing anything remotely domestic like chores around the house for that matter. when you’re cooking him dinner, loading the dishwasher, dusting and sweeping in your cute little house slippers, and his personal favorite, unloading the dryer.

to put it simply, he just can’t wait to give you a baby so he can come home and spoil his gorgeous little family. the mere mention of even wanting a future with him has him weak in the knees. 

it’s why your his shirt is flipped over your ass and your panties are pushed halfway down your legs the second he finds you in the laundry room. “gyu, what the fuck are you– ah!” you cry out feeling his spit-slicked cock slip inside of you. you fall into the pile of warm clothes, the smell of clean linen filling your nose. “baby!”

mingyu groans, cock twitching at the word that’s had his head spinning for weeks, “that’s right, ‘m gonna give you a baby, angel,” he says, hands gripping your hips for dear life, the flesh of your skin nearly interlaced between his fingers. 

you moan loudly, but it’s muffled by the wild white sheets in the machine. your skin burns up as if it weren’t already on fire thanks to the fresh heat of the dryer. you knew mingyu was ruthless and needy when it came to getting his dick wet, but never would you have thought you’d be in this position as he pounds into you.

“fuck, i love you so much. love you and this fucking pussy so so much. ‘m gonna fill you up ‘n ‘m gonna marry you,” he mutters, eyes watching the way you swallow his dick whole, disappearing as it goes in and out. “gonna make you a pretty little mommy, make you my fuckin’ wife.” 

you’re partially convinced that your boyfriend has gone crazy, but the words head straight to your core, the increase in your arousal solidifying everything mingyu had said. 

his breathing becomes labored, soft moans growing louder as they morph into deep groans. your ears pick all of it up even with the walls of the dryer attempting to drown him out. “tell me you wan’ it, angel, t-tell me you wan’na baby, a pretty ring… tell me you want me forever.” 

you just can’t say no, the offer is too good. you want everything and more with this man, so you tell him exactly what he wants to hear. “i do, i wan’ it, gyu, w-wanna make you a d-dad! w-wanna marry you!”

a guttural groan erupts in his chest and his thrusts pick up, the tip of his cock ramming into your cervix eliciting a loud, muffled cry as you scream into the cloth. “baby, you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me.” he babbles, overstimulated tears pricking at his eyes. “i’m so close, angel. gonna fill this cunt with all my cum ‘n get you pregnant. it’s gonna take. s-swear to fucking god, it’s gonna take.”

your hands mercilessly fist at the cotton, wrinkling it in your tight grasp. you think the heat from the freshly dried sheets melts your brain because now you’re sobbing, incoherently babbling out pleas, but the only thing that can be heard in the mess of your words is the chant of his nickname, “gyu, gyu, gyu!” you clench tightly around his cock, gummy walls molding to the shape of him as they’re made to.

and, fuck, mingyu’s abdomen tightens at the euphoric feeling. his balls draw up, thrusts turning sloppy and inconsistent as he fucks into you. “shit, baby,” he mewls, his grip on your hips near bruising. “i’m gonna cum.” 

all it takes is another tight hug from your cunt and he’s a mess. his cock throbs inside the heat of your stretched cunt before he slams into you and stills, his tip pressed right against your cervix as he empties his load. 

 it’s the ripple effect that triggers your own orgasm. you moan and whine as you feel his heavy seed filling you to the brim and painting your used walls white. all the while, the knot that’s been steadily forming in the pit of your tummy completely unravels and you’re left a shaking, crying mess inside a dryer full of wrinkled, tear soaked cotton. 

it takes him longer than usual to come down from his orgasm, but he eventually eases his grip on your waist as he finds his mind again. he pulls your near-limp body out of the dryer and you let out a broken whine as you feel his cock slip out, creating a mess of cum on the ground. he doesn’t really mind seeing his load go to waste knowing he’ll pump you full the second you’ve recovered.

you slump in his arms while he wordlessly presses kisses into your hair. when you whine again, he murmurs apologetically. “sorry i was so rough, are you okay?”

you nod, still trying to catch your breath and regain stability. “it’s okay. i’m okay. just need a sec,”

he doesn’t say anything for a minute or so, holding you in his arms till you’re able to stand on your own but then he whispers. “can we go again? are you up for it?”

you laugh softly at his need. “we can, but can we try the bed this time? do you think you’ll make it to our room without fucking me against one of the walls?”

he shrugs, grinning to himself. “we’ll see.”

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[ericsprincess]

checkmate

You catch your brother's annoying best friend doing something in your room.

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“....oh, and by the way, Sunwoo is coming over tonight to watch a movie,” 

You stop mid-folding a t-shirt and look at your brother in disbelief. He can’t be for real, you think. This is like the third time just this week. 

“This is like the third time just this week,” you frown at your brother that’s standing in the doorway to your bedroom. “Doesn’t he have his own place and his own roommates to annoy?” 

“Yeah, but his roommates are working on some school project, so he doesn’t want to distract and annoy them much, until they finish it,” your brother shrugs. 

“So, he’s just coming here all the time to annoy us?” you groan and throw the semi-folded t-shirt on the pile. 

“Well, he’s not annoying me. Come on, sis, he’s not that bad. He really likes you actually, you’re just so mean to him all the time,” pleads your brother. 

“Are we talking about the same Sunwoo?” you ask. “He literally just asks me the most dumb questions all the time and does things to spite me.” 

“Yeah but that’s how Sunwoo shows his affection,” your brother laughs. 

“By the greasiest overacted flirting?”

“Basically. If you saw beyond his overdone fuckboy persona you would see he’s actually really nice. He’s just playing it up in front of you, because he wants your reaction and attention,” smiles your brother. He seems to find this whole situation amusing, and this annoys you even more. 

“I find it really hard to believe it,” you frown. “But okay, he can come, but it’s your responsibility to keep him on the leash, understood?” 

“Sure thing, sis,” he shoots you finger guns. “Gotta run to school, see ya!”

“Bye..” you sigh. You really, really love your brother, but when you agreed for him to move into your spare bedroom to save up on his university costs, this is not how you imagined it. You did not expect to sign up for a 2 in 1 package, that is your brother and his annoying raccoon of a best friend, that is now the bane of your existence. The worst thing is, that Sunwoo is not even doing anything actually bad, he’s just being annoying and you never know how to react to his teasing. 

You hold up one last sock, and it’s without the pair. Seems like a deja vu, that something is missing. Great, lately it seems that the laundry machine is taking way too many sacrifices.

~~~

This is already a long day and it seems that it will never end. You left for work and now you’re sitting there, mindlessly typing on your computer and pretending to work. You want to go home so badly, but you’re not even looking forward to that much now, that you’ll have a visitor. 

I’ll just get food and stay in my bedroom, you think. But usually, that doesn’t deter Sunwoo from going to bother you under the pretense of “saying hi”. He’d just knock once and open the door without waiting for a reply, as if everything belonged to him. Maybe I should just lock the door.

DING! Your thoughts get interrupted by your phone announcing you just got a message. DING DING!

bro

>hey sis

>btw

>i need to stay late in school because something came up

>so i just told sunwoo the door code and he’ll let himself in

>just so that you’re not surprised he’s already there

>gotta go, love you byeee

>also dont kill him pls lol

you

>oh for fuck’s sake

You groan. This can’t be real. 

~~~

Ugh, finally home. You angrily punch the door code and wait for the door to unlock. Immediately you kick off your shoes, fling a laptop bag away and mentally brace for greeting the awaited intruder that should be already there. 

You march into the living room, already pre-pissed off but - there is no one there. No one laying on the couch in sneakers, spilling crumbs of your snacks between the seats. No one playing the console, yelling at the game. No one drinking a beer, putting it on the table without a coaster and loudly burping. Suspicious.

Maybe he bailed, you think and your mood is already getting brighter. So you just decide to go to your room to chill. You open the door and - 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you shriek. You’re standing in the doorway, stunned, looking at Sunwoo, who’s frozen like a deer in the headlights. As he should be, since he’s absolutely not supposed to be in your room, the one single place in your apartment he’s banished from. 

And what he’s totally absolutely not supposed to be, is standing over your opened laundry hamper, with half of its content thrown outside of it. 

“N-nothing,” he stutters and awkwardly steps away from the little mess of clothes. Interesting. This is the first time you’ve seen Sunwoo without his confidence and cockiness. His face is getting red and he’s looking genuinely nervous. 

“Nothing my ass. What are you doing in my room?” you push. 

“Nothing, really, I was not doing anything,” he anxiously shakes his head and takes a step back. You suddenly catch a glimpse of something familiar. 

“What’s in your hand?” you ask, but before he can even try denying having anything, you step forward and snatch the item he’s squeezing in his sweaty palm. You immediately recognize it. 

“Kim Sunwoo.” you growl threateningly. 

“Y-yes?” 

“Kim Sunwoo. So not only you impose all the time, not only you steal my food and make a mess. You even dare to go to my room? And steal my fucking panties?? AND THEN LIE ABOUT IT?” you’re furious. 

“I-i am really sorry, Y/N, please don’t kill me! Or-, or, please don’t tell Y/B/N about it,” he pleads, with big eyes and face red from embarrassment. This is not how you usually see him and you’re finding out that you’re quite liking it. He’s actually kinda cute when he looks all helpless and caught off guard. Your anger is quickly getting replaced by mischief and you decide in a split second that you’re going to have fun with it. 

“Why shouldn’t I?” you raise your eyebrow. “Why shouldn’t I tell my brother that I caught his best friend stealing my panties? What are you even stealing them for?” You have a hunch, but it will be more fun to pry this out of him. 

“I…I just…I just wanted them..” he takes a step back. You take one step forward. 

“Why?” 

“Because…” Sunwoo looks like all he wants is for the ground to open and to swallow him whole so he doesn't have to be confronted. “...because they smell of you..” he whispers. He has nowhere to step back to, his back is touching your dresser.  

You’re so close to him your chest is barely touching him. You can feel his fast breathing and heart pounding. He’s much taller than you, but you are the one in charge in this situation and you’re almost drunk off the feeling. Especially, since it’s Kim Sunwoo, the bane of your existence, for the past few months. 

“So you’re really a pervert, aren’t you?” 

“N-no I swear I’m not!” he rushes to deny, but you can just somehow tell it’s not quite like that.

“I can feel your boner. Kim Sunwoo, you even like this, don’t you? Do you find it hot that you’ve been busted?” you accuse him. “Oh geez, my brother will be really devastated to hear that his best friend not only is a pervert, but also gets off on it.”

“Y/N, please, don’t tell him, I- I will do whatever you want! I will behave from now on, I swear!” he pleads. “I’ll return all of the other ones too, I promise!” 

“Other ones?” you’re in disbelief. You probably shouldn’t feel this way, but you’re finding it really hot that this pest which kept annoying you for a long time, is secretly so attracted to you that he resolved to steal your panties to sniff and masturbate to. It’s so disgusting and yet you’re getting wet at the mere mental image of Sunwoo holding your used panties to his face while jerking off frantically. 

“So here’s the deal,” you start. “In the exchange for my silence, you’ll do whatever I want for three months, okay?” 

“Okay, okay, deal, thank you,” he nods desperately. He’s looking all pathetic, with a red face, almost watering eyes and with a boner tenting his pants. You’re so wet and it gives you the worst idea.

“We can start now,” you step away from him and lie down on your bed, bending your legs at the knees, feet at the edge of the bed, your skirt falling back, exposing your legs and underwear. 

Sunwoo looks frozen.

“Come here,” you scoff and he snaps out of it and rushes to you. He kneels on the ground in front of your bed and hesitantly reaches out, but it’s like he’s not actually sure if he can touch you. 

You roll your eyes and pull off your panties yourself. “What are you waiting for? A written invitation?” 

“Sorry, sorry,” he hurries with an apology and puts his face between your legs immediately. He starts eating you out eagerly, whispering “Thank you, thank you”. 

He’s surprisingly not bad at it. He doesn’t seem to be too experienced, but what he lacks in experience, makes up for in enthusiasm. It’s almost like he’s making out with your pussy. 

He’s slowly licking over your folds, gently sucking on your clit, his tongue is hot, wet and feels so good. He’s slowly building up the intensity and it feels so good, you can’t help but moan a little, even though you’re really trying not to. 

Sunwoo looks like he’s enjoying himself too, with one of his hands rubbing over his clothed cock, and you have half a mind to mock him for it, if only making a coherent sentence wouldn't be so difficult right now. 

You’re getting close, with his tongue flicking over your clit, but you decide you don’t want to come like that. You grab him by his hair and tear his head away from your pussy. He whines about it and makes an attempt to get back to licking you, but you’re holding him too firmly. He must be in pain, but he doesn’t seem to care about that. 

“Come up and fuck me, before I kick you out,” you let his hair go. He seems surprised, but not wanting to anger you further, he quickly takes off his pants and underwear, while you move up higher on the bed. He joins you on the bed and you’re not wasting time, grabbing his hard cock and pulling him close to you. He whimpers in pain, but complies immediately and pushes inside your pussy. He’s hovering on top of you and it seems like he’s not daring to move yet. Actually, his face is getting closer and all of the alarms in your head start ringing. 

Oh shit, you wonder, he wants to kiss me. Your hand quickly flies up and you grab him by his jaw to stop him. You blindly pat with your other hand on the bed quickly, until you find what you’re looking for - your discarded panties. You ball them up and stuff them into his mouth. 

“Don’t get stupid ideas, Sunwoo,” you say. “If you want more of the taste, this is the only thing you’re going to get now.” you warn him and to get him to move you slightly kick him with your heel. 

He gets the hint and starts fucking you immediately, already with a fast tempo. It’s clear neither of you is going to last long. But you have to admit he feels really good. It’s just a passing thought, as you are staring at his blushed face, with your panties stuffed into his mouth and his eyes glossy, but you already know you’re going to make the most out of this “deal”. The thought of having Sunwoo as your plaything for three months is so arousing, that it’s what gets you to come, while he’s fucking into you.

Your squirming and moaning is so strong, you almost throw him off yourself, but he has enough presence of mind to hold you tightly, while he fucks into you fast and hard. Not before long he’s cumming into you, eyes close and whimpering. You can feel his cock pulsate in you and you squeeze him closer to you with your legs, so you can feel it even better. 

He spits out the panties and snuggles a little into your neck as he’s catching his breath and you graciously give him a few seconds of this before you’re kicking him off you. 

You’re both a mess - half-undressed, sweaty and disheveled. You throw him his clothes. “Put it back on.” He does and just awkwardly stands, obviously not sure what to do now. 

“We’re done here…for now. You should go to the living room to wait for my brother and I really hope I won’t see or hear you anymore tonight, so you better behave. And if I catch you in my room again, the deal is off and I’m telling everything, understood?” you threaten. 

He nods and hesitantly goes to leave. He’s actually really cute, when he’s all obedient, you wonder. It melts your heart a tiny bit. You probably shouldn’t like it so much. 

“Hey Sunwoo?” you call after him. He turns back. 

“Y-Yes?” 

“You forgot something,” you smirk and throw your panties at him. He catches them and looks at you, confused. 

“Put them into good use, until I see you next time, would you?” 

He looks completely embarrassed, but nonetheless he stuffs the panties into his pocket and literally runs out of your room, while you laugh at him. 

Best deal of my life, you think and head to the shower. 

[bbyquokka]

my soul mate is my cat

pairing: lee minho x gender-neutral reader

genre: angst with a comfort ending – MDNI

synopsis: you adopt a cat to help ease the pain realising he is similar to someone you once held close to you

warnings: animal adoption, mental health, loneliness, unable to care for oneself, soft ending, soul mates, reincarnation

words: 1.7k ~ (1,704)

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“why don't you adopt a cat!” you look up at your best friend and laugh.

“a cat?” you scoff. “seriously?”

your best friend nods and grins before taking a sip of their spirit. you're both out on a best friend date, eating at a local café whilst catching up on life.

“why not? cats are easy to take care off!” 

“i can hardly look after myself let alone an animal.” you chuckle softly.

“oh c'mon yn! are you not lonely since.. well, y'know..” you swallow as your best friend trails off. you let out a sad sigh as you look down at your pastry, suddenly feeling nauseous and the pastry looking unappetizing.

you have noticed that the days are long but the nights are even longer. since being alone, your apartment has felt twice the size of what it usually is. you haven't become lazy per say but the appeal of washing dishes and doing laundry just drains you the more you think about it, causing a pile to build and build until it becomes unmanageable. everything just reminded you of him, of minho. you hated being in the same four walls for that exact reason but you feared that if you left, you’d forget so you willingly trapped yourself.

you'd worry you'd forget about his smell. how he sounded. how he dressed. you still have all his belongings, scared and refusing to throw them out or give them away. every item of clothing still holds his scent, that scent that brings you so much comfort yet such sadness. everything of his still sits on your dressing table. photos, trinkets, dried up flowers, expired amusement park tickets–they're all memories.

nothing has quite been or felt the same. you went from being incredibly loved and being in love by an amazing and wonderful human to feeling nothing. just an empty shell walking and breathing. the only reason you are out right now is because your friend practically barged into your home unwelcomed, forced you to get dressed and dragged you out.

you can't deny that it feels nice to be outside again. the wind on your skin, the chirps of the birds and the buzz of pedestrians however, that part of you just wants to go home and bury yourself under heaps of blankets.

“c'mon yn. i think it'd be good for you. if not, at least think about it.” 

and think about it you do. as you wander around your apartment, all you can think about is a cat wandering around your home. maybe having a fluffy companion would do you some good. maybe it would bring you back and light that spark that's been extinguished.

the more the think about it, the more you want it. a sudden burst of energy rips through your body as you clean up your home. putting laundry in the machine, cleaning up dishes and throwing away trash. you bleach and disinfect every surface in your home, scrubbing until you can see your reflection in the counter tops. 

once that was done, you venture off to the pet store to grab the necessities. cat tree, scratching post, food and water bowls, litter box and litter alongside some food, treats and toys. maybe you overspent and the cat wouldn't use half of what you bought but it's better to be safe than sorry.

you made sure you home is cat friendly, feeling like you're baby proofing the apartment. you tuck away any loose cables, hide anything that could be potentially swallowed and cause harm. you haven't even decided if you want a cat or a kitten but either way, you will know once you come face to face with the animals.

“hi. i'm looking to adopt a cat.” you say to the shelter worker. you walked to your local shelter knowing it's better to adopt than to shop. they smile at you before asking you some questions and filling out some paperwork before leading you to the kennels.

there, you see a whole array of animals. puppies, kittens, dogs, cats. some old, some new. some frightened and some jumping all over the place with excitement. your heart melts but at the same time drops. seeing all these animals in kennels that have been abandoned and are waiting for their forever home, makes you wish you could just scoop them all up and take them home.

but for now, you can only pick one.

as you walk along the kennels, cooing and sighing at the adorable faces of the many breeds of dogs and cats, do you stop at one in particular.

you squat down as the cat stands from its resting place, uncurling itself and stretching out its stale limbs. it's a black, long coat cat with white around it's paws making it look like it's wearing socks. a little white moustache and white chest with long whiskers and pointy ears with tuffs of fur at the tips.

“hi.” you whisper as you put your hand up close to the metal. the cat sniffs your fingers, its pink nose twitching with each sniff before headbutting and rubbing its head on the bars. you stroke the back of its neck gently, heart melting as it starts to purr loudly.

“i want this one.” 

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it's been a few weeks since you adopted the cat, who's name is lee. lee was wary at first, hiding in the bathroom and nervous of its new surroundings and new noises. you spent time sitting outside the bathroom door trying to gently coax him out of the bathroom and let him know that he is safe.

soon enough, he gingerly stepped out off the bathroom, rubbing his head and body on your legs and hands as he would beg for attention. once lee knew he was safe did he show you his true side.

you learnt that he is a very playful yet stubborn cat. you'd catch him on the counter top (or even on top of the fridge) every time you tell him down, he would look at you and groom himself. you can't do anything about it though; he's a cute cat!

as you both slowly get accustomed to one another do you start to notice traits; traits that are all to familiar to you.

the slow blinks, the stubbornness, the playfulness. how he would meow at you when asking specific questions. the head tilts and the sudden swat of his paw on your hand; it's hard to explain to others but to you, you just know

it's a feeling you're all too familiar with. it's habits and traits you know far too well. you didn't want to believe it at first but now you're forced to. you even went as far as showing him a picture to which he nudged at and purred–like he is trying to tell you something.

you watch as he slowly sits up and stretches from your lap. your eyes widen at a distance mark on his fur in the same place as someone who was once close to you. lee looks at you and gives you slow blinks and purrs loudly as your eyes slowly full with tears.

“you're just like him, yknow.” you whisper. lee continues to give you soft blinks before gently placing his white paw on your cheek, his toes beans feeling soft yet firm against your skin. his fur soaking up your tears before he leans in and gently licks your cheek. his scratchy tongue swiping along your cheek as he gives you kisses to which you giggle at and hold him close to your chest.

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“i'm not crazy.” you protest to your friend over the phone. “i swear, they're just like him!” 

“yn.. i know you miss him but that's impossible.”

“is it? i mean, don't you believe in the whole afterlife thing? y'know, being reborn and whatnot.”

“not particularly, no. it's just bizarre how you think that. are you ok, yn? like, really really ok?” you sigh deeply, rubbing your face with your hand.

“peachy. look, i know i sound crazy but it's true. it's just everything lee does is so alike to him. since adopting him, i feel more alive! like i have a purpose.”

“and that's great yn! but to say he is exactly like him is a little bizarre don't you think?” 

“well, yeah but– ah, never mind. look, i have to go. talk to you soon.” you hang up with a defeated sigh. of course they wouldn't believe you. you wouldn't if someone told you what you told your friend. they would have to see it to believe it; but even then, would they?

you drag your feet to your bedroom, smiling as you see lee curled up on his side of the bed. you flop down on your stomach, disturbing lee from his nap. his head shoots up, a tired and disapproved meow causing you to laugh softly.

“sorry darling. i didn't mean to wake you.” lee puts his head back down before letting out a big yawn. his ears twitching and soft purrs emitting as you gently pat his soft and silky fur.

“maybe i am a little crazy.” you say with a soft chuckle. “could you not give me a sign or something? i'll take anything at this point.” 

lee looks at you before getting up off the bed and walking out. you watch with a sad smile feeling defeated and your heart weighing you down.

moments later, lee walks back into the bedroom. he jumps up on the bed and drops a piece of clothing by your face. it's a sock but not just any sock–it's his favourite sock.

you sit up, holding the sock close to your chest as tears stream down your cheeks. you let out broken sobs as lee stands on his hind legs, front paws on your arms as he reaches up. you laugh softly, leaning down to allow him to lick your cheek slowly and gently to soothe you.

you scoop him up and nuzzle into his soft furr, getting it wet with your tears. lee endures it, purring softly and rubbing his face against your cheek.

“it's really you.” you whisper. “welcome back, my love.” 

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝓜𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 : Dont be scared

Sometimes, death is a beginning and not an end.

Tags/Warnings: Angst, hurt & Comfort, Idol!Jungkook, Hybrid!Reader, Cat Hybrid!Reader, mentions of depression and depressive thoughts, heartbreak, homelessness, it's a bit heavy sorry, mentions of mental abuse and manipulation, betrayal, slow burn, eventual smut, dead dove do not eat

Dead Dove do not eat: warning for potentially triggering content that can't be tagged without spoiling the story.

Length: 2.2k Words.

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"I didn't think.. it would, you know, cause something like this." Hanako says quietly, her voice all raspy from crying so much. Jungkook is standing at the end of the hallway, looking out the window. He's not said anything these past few hours since the last nurses had left your room- and Hanako herself had been consoled by her boyfriend as she'd cried to herself.

Jungkook wasn't crying. Not anymore. There was no reason to.

"They didn't tell me- You know, I told you didn't I? I didn't know-" She continues to try and justify her actions of failing to meet the deadline of your heat implant. She'd just left it there for almost an entire year, when it's supposed to be checked and changed every three months, didn't bring you to any of your medical appointments any longer, and Jungkook himself snaps as he hears the young man next to her try and tell her it wasn't her fault.

"You could've asked." He growls, not turning around- but Hanako can see his reflection in the window, rain outside in the nightsky pattering against the glass with just as much force as it takes him to hold his emotions in check it seems like. "She had regularly scheduled appointments that you did not take her to- for nine months." He continues stabbing at her, uncaring of hurting her emotionally. "If anyone is at fault here, it is indeed you." He finishes, and the young man next to her gets up to argue. "Sit down, and shut up. You don't even have the right to be here in the first place." Jungkook turns around and points at the seat, eyebrows lowered and eyes sharp as he clenches his jaw.

"Jungkook, I didn't mean for this to happen-" Hanako cries, trying to regain his sympathy in any way she can. But he doesn't budge.

"Save it." He simply says, staring at the closed hospital room with a heavy heart. "It's not like it matters anymore anyways."

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"What're you doing?" Namjoon wonders, carefully peeking into the room he remembers the singer being so protective about. Today, it's brightly lit by the opened windows, curtains blowing in the slight breeze while Jungkook is busying himself folding freshly washed laundry.

Clothes that clearly aren't his- but yours.

"Moving on." Jungkook calmly states, taking in a deep breath as he continues to fold another shirt of yours, your bed clearly made, shelves dusted off, carpet vacuumed. The time capsule has been opened, revealed, and now- time has begun to tick away again, the frozen state of the entire room shattered. "Just like you told me to." He nods to himself, continuing his task.

"Jungkook.." He tries, but he knows there's nothing he can say that would help. There's still a long road ahead of the young man, no matter how much he wants to say that he's fine. Things happened, and with everything going down, it's no wonder that there will probably be some lasting effects of those things happening to him. No one should have to go through this- and unless the industry changes at least some way to protect their artist's private life or puts up boundaries for fans to stay behind, it'll happen again and again and again.

And not everyone is as strong as Jungkook. Not everyone can just accept things like this.

"Are you okay?" He asks softly, unsure how to approach his friend.

"I am." He agrees, putting everything in a neat pile, before he puts them into a black traveling bag. "Or.. I will be." He shrugs, walking back to the window, closing it.

"Are you sure that.. this is a good idea?" The bandleader asks. "Your career is at an all-time high. A hiatus right now-"

"Is just what I need." Jungkook finishes, sighing. "It's just a couple of weeks. I just.. need time. I can't just pretend like nothing happened." He explains with a somber tone, pulling the pale pink curtains shut. "The company has already painted out a convincing story as to why I'm going to be taking time off. Hyung- just.. let me have this. I need some time to think." He simply sighs out, before zipping the black travel bag close.

Like a silent request for his bandleader to leave.

And so he does- because maybe Jungkook really does need some time for just himself.

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It's raining.

The sun is shining, but it's raining.

You don't remember it raining that day, back when Jungkook still loved you. You don't remember ever going to a place like this with him- but maybe you did, and this dream is simply calling back those buried memories you've somehow forgotten. "The forecast didn't mention rain.." He mumbles with a slight pout in his voice, scrolling through his phone behind you, hand on your shoulder. The warmth of it seeps through your fluffy cardigan- he has always been warm, no matter the situation. Whether it was his body, or his smile, or the color of his eyes- all of it was always warm. And it made you feel warm, too.

You watch as the leaves of the potted plants dip in rhythm of the thick drops of rain hitting the leaves. It's like they're dancing to the faint music playing in a cafe close by. Can plants feel warm too?

"It should stop soon, though. See?" Jungkook points at the sky, his inked hand coming into view for you- and you can't help but focus more on the veins over the back of his hand, ink slightly blurred out from the time it's been there- purple heard a bit splotchy, but present. Maybe your mind can't really remember it well enough to paint it out properly. Have you ever looked at his tattoos in detail?

Maybe you should've.

"Silly cat, up there." He chuckles, taps your chin with his other hand to move your gaze towards the sky. He's right.

The thick dark clouds have broken up, sun finally able to peek through the cracks, warming your face up almost instantly. You have to close your eyes a little as to not get blinded. But you also don't want to- cause if you do, the dream will end, and you don't want that to happen. Not yet.

You want to dream a bit longer.

Taking a look around yourself, you realize that you don't remember this place. Nothing seems to recall any memories for you- and the writing on the signs close by, you can't read. Looking down at yourself, you're dressed in white. Your dress is a little wet on top of your chest from the rain, some other drops sparkling in the fluff of your cardigan. Even your shoes are white- shiny white mary janes you don't remember owning at all.

You look like a ghost.

There's a small snail in front of one of your feet. You can spot Jungkook's larger shoes behind yours- black combat boots with a thick and broad sole, making him even taller than he used to be next to you. You bend down to pick the little insect up by it's colorful swirled housing, and you notice your fingers are all red. Maybe you're cold.

But you don't feel cold?

You walk to the plants who are still dancing in the rain, placing the snail in the soil underneath the large leaves so it won't get crushed, won't get wet. It's a dream, isn't it? But even in a dream, you'd hate to accidentally hurt the little thing.

"Hey- baby you'll get wet, come here." Jungkook softly says, pulling you back underneath the small roof of the cafe you're standing in front of. The music is coming from there, inside, you notice. It's unfamiliar. Instrumental. A nice, calm tune, for a cozy feeling. Do they sell cakes and coffee in there? Can you even enjoy these things as a ghost any longer?

Maybe if you just try and remember the taste of it, it'll be the same.

"What's gotten you so deep in thought, hm?" Jungkook asks, hands wiping your cat ears dry with his sleeve, and it feels nice. You've not looked at him. In a way, you're scared of what you'll see.

You remember that all your dreams always end with him mad at you, as soon as you look at his face. You don't want that right now. This dream is too pretty as it is.

So you just shrug, unable to give an answer. What answer could a ghost give anyways?

"Your hands are all cold-" Jungkook notices, holding them in his own, and you look at them for a moment. This hand doesn't have tattoos. It's bare, but the veins underneath are still present. His nails are short and round, but his knuckles seem like he's hurt them some time ago. Like the scabs have just about fallen off, skin underneath still pink and new, standing out against his otherwise familiar complexion.

Warm, just like the palms of his hands.

You look at your own, one of your hands slipping out of his featherlight grasp, as it notices something underneath your cardigan. A bump of some sorts, and it makes you a little anxious. Your dream is shifting it seems, thunder scaring you for a moment, making you shrink in on yourself for a split second, before you pull up your sleeve despite the small scare.

Your hand is so cold, and the thick bandage feels weird. You want it off.

You pull on the edges of it, fiddling around, when his inked hand pulls your fingers away with gentle motions. "No no no angel, you gotta leave that." He tells you, other hand adjusting your sleeve again to hide your arm.

You whine in complaint. You don't want it, and it's a dream anyways. It'll turn on you no matter what you do, so you try and do it again. It makes him chuckle, of all things. He should get mad instead. This dream is so confusing- and why is he holding onto you like that anyways?

Suddenly, the cars all seem to pass by way too fast, way too loud. There's people, and you're scared to look at their faces, because what it they're monsters waiting to shake you awake? Your head whips from side to side, unsure where to look. Someone yells something in the distance, but it's in a language you don't speak, and can't remember ever hearing.

This isn't a dream anymore- it's a nightmare.

The sky won't clear up like Jungkook had told you it would. In fact, the thunder seems to roar so loud it rattles your bones, and the music behind you appears to be more so loud than soothing as it was before. There's so much going on, way more than your ears can follow, and your breath quickens as you begin to feel light-headed, nauseous.

This isn't right.

None of this is right.

Jungkook had tried to save you, no? You remember him holding you, back when you were hiding, when the world of ghosts had called you. You remember his scent, and the way he cried- is he sad now that you're gone? And if he's still alive, then who's the Jungkook that's holding onto you right now? Is he just a figment of your imagination, never to have a soul and heart like the real one did?

You're scared. You don't want jungkook to be alone.

He's always been an introvert, had told you that he doesn't mind being by himself. He loves performing, loves his idol life, but he also hates everything that comes with it. He'd once told you that it annoys him that while he has the money to do whatever he'd dreamt of as a kid, he now can't do it because he's got to make sure no one will ever see him. You remember how heartbroken he'd been for his brother Jin when his fiance had been attacked by obsessive stalkers, the poor young woman's identity revealed against her will-

And that's when everything changed, it seems like.

Maybe he'd realized how unrealistic a future with you would be if his brother and Bandmate couldn't even date a regular human woman. If he was to ever say out loud that he was in love with a hybrid of all things, his life would just shatter into pieces, wouldn't it?

Maybe that's the real reason he got rid of you. So he could keep on living his dream.

Jungkooks arms are pulling you now, somewhere dark, behind the store, and you can't see all of a sudden, as if something is blocking your eyes. It's dark, your sight gone, and you're sure you're trying to scream- But in a dream, no one hears you. Your ears are useless, ringing with the chime of a thousand bells, the blood rushing in your head drowning out anything else you could her. You want to yell, but even when alive, you'd never been able to scream either.

And as a ghost, could anyone even hear you at all?

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Away From The Devil pt. X

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Pt. XI

Warning: Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. I just don’t want kiddos here. Reader is around 24, Joel is 56. Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Cursing. Joel being lowkey a meanie. Ellie calling Joel an asshole. Reader is a little depresso. Tommy calling Joel a dumbass. Horny old ladies thirsting after Joel. A couple uses of y/n. Readers a little agro

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The next week went like that, one of you going to the bedroom but the other ending up there with them. You’d lay there together, sometimes just looking at eachother, sometimes talking about whatever had bothered the other enough they had to come to the bedroom. Usually it was nightmares, and Joel would mutter something about his back bothering him, but his eyes would glance around, glossing over as he avoided looking at you. You wouldn’t push, he never wanted to talk about it.

Every morning, regardless of who’d ventured into the room the night before, Joel’s side of the bed would be cold and empty by the time you woke up, Joel would be in the kitchen drinking coffee or talking to Ellie. The last couple days, though, Joel hadn’t been in the house when you got up, the bed would be cold and Ellie would usually be alone in the living room or kitchen until you pulled yourself out of bed.

You never asked him why he kept leaving, why he was distant during the day, but not at night when you were alone. To call it up upsetting would be… a gross understatement. You couldn’t describe the dejected feeling you got every morning when you woke up to an empty bed, despite knowing when you went to sleep that he wouldn’t be there when you woke up.

And Maria, Maria still wasn’t letting you go out of Jackson, Joel was going on patrols with Tommy, Ellie was making friends her own age even if she was trying to spend time with you still, and you were stuck inside, catering to whatever Maria wanted. Whenever you asked her why, she’d say something about needing you more inside than she needed you outside but it felt like she was hiding something.

You’d considered cornering her, or cornering Joel, getting answers as to what the hell was going on, why Maria wouldn’t let you go out or why Joel had started acting the way he was acting. But as soon as you’d start to say something you’d chicken out and say something else.

Joel was off with Tommy, you guessed patrol but couldn’t really find a part of you that cared, just as long as you didn’t have to be around him, moved around and talked around like a ghost. It was like when you’d first joined them all over again, but with less puns or no Ellie at all if she was hanging out with Dina. You were happy she was making friends, even if your own loneliness made it difficult.

You were helping do laundry, which was a group chore for some reason, why people couldn’t do their own laundry you couldn’t understand, though you did make sure to have yours, Joel’s, and Ellie’s clothes in your pile. While scrubbing one of Joel’s flannels on the tiny little washboard you’d been offered, you heard some of the older women talking. About Joel, specifically.

“Have you seen him on that horse?” Helen, you think her name was, her voice traveled, it was shrill and sharp and made you want to stab yourself in the fucking ears just so you wouldn’t have to listen to it anymore.

“Oh I bet that horse isn’t the only thing he’s rode hard.” Candance, younger than the other two but still much closer to Joel’s age than you were, a more likely pair. She wasn’t too bad you guessed, which made you hate her more. Her voice was soft and velvety, combatting your own slightly deep, sometimes scratchy voice, her words never got hung up in her throat like yours did. Her features were soft and she didn’t carry that haunted, broken look in her eyes that you knew resided in your own. Her hair was long and soft and properly taken care of, it didn’t frizz when it got hot out and it always seemed to be the perfect amount of wavy. You wondered briefly if Joel ever noticed the differences in the two of you, if he would take Candance up on any offers she might throw his way.

“God with the way he’s built there’s no way he does anything soft and easy.” Helen was rubbing her clavicle now, making you twist your face up in disgust. “Those broad shoulders and big hands?”

“If Robert had a body like that I wouldn’t need to remember what an orgasm was.” Elizabeth was the oldest of the three, at a striking 56, same as Joel, only with a husband that didn’t seem to be good for much other than eating or yelling at community meetings. You weren’t worried about her too much, she was absolutely gorgeous, with long tight curls that reached her waist, dusted with gray hairs and full lips she always painted pink. But she was married, perhaps if it wasn’t for that, if that weren’t a problem for Joel, you’d be worried.

The women laughed amongst themselves as you scrubbed harder at the shirt, until your hand slipped and you cut yourself on a stray piece of metal that apparently no one had noticed. “Fuck!” You snatched your hand from the soapy water and groaned as you held it close, causing them to look over.

Helen and Elizabeth whispered amongst themselves as Candace made her way over to you. Fucking of course it had to be the pretty one that actually stood a fucking chance. “Are you alright, y/n?” You nodded quickly as you stood up, almost knocking over the bucket. “I’m fine. I’m gonna go get this looked at.” You stepped away from her quickly as she frowned.

As you walked out you heard them talking. About you this time.

“Poor thing. Stuck in that house with such a fine piece of meat and she doesn’t stand a chance.” Elizabeth tsked as Candace and Helen giggled. Tears stung as you made your way to the infirmary, not because their words and laughter hurt, which it did, but they only hurt because you knew it was true, you’d never have a shot with Joel, not with these women around.

Later you had three stitches in your hand, frowning deeply as you stepped out of the infirmary to look at the bandage on your palm. That’s when you heard it. Candance’s stupid fucking voice.

“Oh, Joel!” You looked up and saw her running over to where Joel was standing talking to Tommy, holding a laundry basket. The now blood free flannel of Joel’s folded neatly on top. “Here, doll. Silly y/n cut herself before she could finish your laundry.” It wasn’t nearly as fucking heavy as she was making it out to be, shifting it in her hands and propping it up with her knee.

You hid in one of the little alleys between the buildings when Joel looked towards the infirmary, hearing him let out that stupid chuckle. “Right, yeah, kid can be a little clumsy. Thank you. Here. Let me..” he took the laundry basket and held it effortlessly. You could practically smell Candace from the alley, feeling your chest squeeze as the word kid echoed in your head. Tommy looked ecstatic, grin wide like he was about to laugh his ass off as Candace continued.

“Oh, my. You’re so strong~” you started to feel nauseous, shaking your head rapidly as you bolted around the corner, practically sprinting back to the home you shared with Ellie and Joel.

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“Uh.. thanks.” Joel cleared his throat and adjusted the laundry in his hands, glancing at Tommy to save him before glaring when he saw the look on his face. He turned back to Candace, polite as ever. “You said she cut herself, right?" "Gosh, yes, so odd I've used that board hundreds of times, poor girl uses it once and practically slices- oh." Joel was walking away from her now, stepping into the infirmary after setting the basket of laundry down to look for you.

When they told him you left he'd groaned and walked out, almost forgetting the laundry before turning around to get it before going home, you had to be home by now. There weren't very many one handed chores around Jackson so at this point there wasn't anything for you to do.

We he got to the house, though, you weren't there and Ellie looked at him like he'd interrupted something- which was just the joke book Joel had found for her the last time he'd gone scavenging. "What did the donkey-" "Where's y/n?" Ellie pouted as her joke was interrupted and shrugged a little. "i don't know. She was on laundry- oh." She pursed her lips when Joel held up the basket of laundry.

"That uh... what's her name? Cadence?" "Candace?" Ellie frowned and Joel snapped at her and nodded his head. "Yes. Candace said she cut her hand or something and I can't find her." "Did you-" "Ask me if I checked the infirmary and I swear you'll be eating through a straw." Ellie made a face. "Jeez, grumpy. What crawled up your ass and died?" Joel set the laundry basket down. "Nothing." He said sharply, turning to go out the door and continue to look for you.

"Ohhhhh i know what it is." Ellie smirked and hopped up off the couch, dropping her joke book on the coffee table you'd begged Joel to fix. "You wanna go check on her hand cause you liiiiiiiiiike her." "I do not- I'm not talking about this. I'm a grown man and you're a child." Ellie rolled her eyes. "Dude- Helen Keller could see you like her." "Do you even know who Helen Keller was?" "The QZ had books, Joel!" Ellie threw her hands up in the air. "She was right, y'know. You do like to dumbify the Crodyceps generation." Joel grunted and glared at her.

"Fine. Fine, I'll drop it." "Thank you." "After I say one more thing." "Oh my- fine. Fine." "If you don't.. tell her, eventually she's gonna give up and throw herself at the first guy that isn't you. And I don't know if you've noticed, but pretty much every guy here wants to date her." Joel scoffed lightly. "Yeah. Date her." Ellie raised a brow but didn't say anything as she watched Joel turn around and stomp out of the house.

She shook her head and sighed, scratching the back of her head before grabbing her joke book and going up to her room, dropping down onto her bed and opening her book. "He's gone."

You emerged from her closet with a sigh. "Thanks, Ellie." You headed for her door. "You know none of those old ladies have a chance with him, right? I mean.. one of thems married, another one sounds like you dropped a fork in a woodchipper, and he doesn't even know Candace's name." "At least he doesn't call her a kid." You scoffed.

Ellie looked at you over her book and rolled her eyes before sighing and looking back down at it. "I'm just saying... if you guys are gonna share a bed at night you could at least talk about your feelings." You snapped your head over to her as she shrugged. "Heard you screaming that first night." She mumbled. "Saw you and Joel go to the bedroom." "You know we-" "What you do in there is none of my business and I'd like to keep it that way." "We didn't do anything, Ellie." You rolled your eyes. "And we aren't going to." You added quickly when she opened her mouth to speak.

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Whatever.” She looked back down at her book and hummed quietly as you shook your head and walked out of her room. You didn’t know why you hid from Joel, you felt like a kid. Maybe he was right to call you kid all the time. You basically were.

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You were sitting in the bar when he finally found you, he sat down next to you, watching you fiddle with the cloth wrapped around your hand. “Been lookin’ all over for you.” You’d looked at him and smiled a little. “You found me.” He frowned a little. “You alright?” He asked softly.

You sighed and nodded. “Of course, Joel. Why wouldn’t I be?” Joel raised a brow. “Well.. for one it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. Two you cut your hand apparently bad enough to bleed all over my shirt.” You scoffed. “It was two fucking drops.” “I’m just telling you what Candace said.”

Your jaw tightened. Fucking Candace. “Candace wouldn’t know bled all over if I stabbed her in the fucking throat.” Joel’s eyes widened. “Jesus-“ he looked around a little. “You can’t just say shit like that.” “Oh god forbid someone say something about precious Candace and her gaggle of sluts.”

Joel made a face. “Okay- are you drunk right now?” “So what if I am? I’m an adult, not a kid.” He rubbed his face and heaved a sigh. “Okay- come on let’s get you to the house.” He grabbed your arm and you jerked away before sliding off your stool. “I can walk on my own.”

He sighed heavily but didn’t say anything and let you walk out on your own, walking close enough behind you that he could catch you if you happened to fall. Of course you weren’t really that drunk, your words weren’t slurred and you didn’t wobble so he wasn’t too worried about it. But he didn’t know what alcohol did to you in the long run so he was keeping a close eye on you.

When you walked into the house you immediately dropped down on the couch and sighed happily. “Why do you keep leaving?” You asked him. Okay, so, that’s not really how you wanted to bring it up, you wanted to ease into it a little but regardless the words were tumbling out before you could stop them.

Joel sighed and sat down slowly. “I have chores around here like you.” You scoffed. “I’m not asleep every time you leave, Joel. You walk out the first chance you get.” “No, I don’t.” “God then Im either really fucking stupid, have a shitty internal clock, or you’re a liar.”

Joel sighed heavily and rubbed his face. “Listen, kid-“ he glanced at you when you scoffed at the nickname but shook his head and didn’t acknowledge it. “I can’t… this can’t…” he motioned between the two of you before shaking his head again and looking at the fireplace with a frown. “We just can’t, alright?”

“Why not?” You mumbled softly. “You know why.” Your jaw tightened as you looked down at your bandage, playing with the frayed edges, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as his words from earlier echoed in your head kid can be a little clumsy.

Kid.

That’s all you were to him a dumb, clumsy little girl he had to keep an eye on.

“So… so I was just.. tricking myself… this entire time.” You mumbled, looking down and wiping your eye quickly when one of the tears tried to slip. “There wasn’t.. you don’t.. want me.”

Joel felt his chest tighten as he looked over at you, frowning deeply. He felt horrible. He knew it would upset you, telling you that nothing could come out of what both of you were feeling, no matter how much he wanted to he couldn’t.

He couldn’t be good for you, couldn’t be what you needed. He wasn’t a good person, how you could even want him after what happened in the hospital he didn’t understand. He figured the best option was to agree, tell you that you were right, he hadn’t felt anything for you and move on from it. But that felt just as wrong as falling into bed with you.

“We just… can’t, darlin’.” He whispered softly. “I’m too old for you. You should be with someone your own age, someone who can keep up, keep you happy.” You scoffed lowly and he frowned, raising a brow at you expectantly. “What?”

“Up until recently I was.” You looked down. “Until we got here.” You scoffed lowly. “Before I was locked in this stupid fucking place with those overeager bitches doing fucking laundry.” You spit the word like it burned your mouth, clenching your jaw tightly.

“What’s wrong with doing laundry?” You looked at Joel and scoffed. “Like you haven’t noticed every desperate horny woman here fawning over you.” You looked down, clenching your jaw tightly. Joel was quiet for a minute and then he chuckled. “You’re jealous?”

You snapped your head towards him and glared. “Fuck you.” You scoffed. “I’m not fucking jealous. Can’t be jealous over something that isn’t mine.” You stood up. “Maybe I don’t wanna sit there and act all sweet while they talk- in graphic detail- how bad they wanna fuck you.” Joel laughed at you- again. “They do not- they’re classy women.” “HAH! Classy- they wouldn’t know fucking classy if they were born with the definition engraved into their skin. And I swear to god, Joel. If you fucking laugh at me again I’ll break your nose.” You growled.

Joel clenched his jaw and the two of you stared at eachother for a moment before he rubbed his face and stood up. “Look- if Maria and Tommy want you to stay inside then you’re staying inside theres nothing I can do about that. Taking it out on innocent people and me is childish.”

“I’m not a fucking child, Joel.” “I really couldn’t tell- I guess your tantrum is blinding me from seeing it.” You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth and curled your fist- except it was the hand you’d cut and you’d dug your fingers into the stitches.

“Ow- shit-“ you lifted your hand quickly, blood flooding the stitches a bit. “Fuck..” you groaned lowly. “Let me see-“ you stepped back and glared at him. “Fuck off.” Joel rolled his eyes and forced you to sit back down before yanking your wrist close to him lightly and unwrapping it. “You didn’t pop any stitches. How the hell did you manage to do this?” He asked, making a face at the gnarly gash in your hand.

“Not sure you’ll believe me. Apparently I’m throwing a tantrum.” “You still are. Just tell me what the hell happened without the damn attitude.” He reached under the couch for the first aid kit you kept there. You sighed heavily and looked down at the stitches, shrugging. “They wouldn’t shut up and it just- distracted me. If it’s not music I like silence when I work and I guess their voices just got to me.”

“They distracted you?” Joel looked at you and raised a brow. You looked at him and blinked a little, shifting. “Yeah, so what?” “What were they talking about that you couldn’t drown out?” “It’s impossible to drown out Helen’s voice.” You mumbled and he chuckled. It made you feel better, but not really. “It is kinda shrill.”

“She talks like an infected screams.” Joel laughed again, cleaning up the blood and wrapping your hand. “Seriously- what were they saying that bothered you?” You sighed. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” You muttered. “Well too bad cause I want you to tell me.” You scoffed. “Unless you plan to torture me to get it out then no luck there.”

Joel was quiet for a minute before he sighed heavily and reached out, turning your head to look at him. You looked up at him hesitantly and furrowed your brows as you shifted. “What?” “Tell me what they were talking about. That’s all you gotta do, kid.” You huffed and jerked your chin from his grasp.

“I’m used to them horning over you. It’s not a fucking surprise anymore. I just.. wish they wouldn’t be so fucking obvious about it. Okay? Just leave me alone, Joel. Let me throw my tantrum in fucking peace.” You glared at the table in front of you, bouncing your leg rapidly. “I’m going to bed.” You stood up quickly. “If your back bothers you then just fucking deal with it on your own.” You told him harshly.

“So you’re gonna run away from the problem?” God why was he fucking following you? Why can’t he just leave you alone. He said his piece. “There is no problem anymore, Joel. You said what you needed to say.” “You’re stomping away from me like-” you spun around and glared at him. “Like what?” You growled lowly. “Like a child?” You remembered to curl your good hand this time.

“Are you that fucking surprised? Isn’t that your favorite nickname for me? Hm? Kid this, kid that. Kid, kid, kid, fuc-king kid.” You swallowing the lump in your throat, choking on your words and that only pissed you off more. “God damnit!” You brought your hands to your face, pressing your nails into your forehead.

“Y/n-“ you flinched away when Joel laid a hand on your shoulder. “Just- leave me alone, Joel. Please. I can’t… do this anymore. If you wanna ignore me then fine. Ignore me. But don’t… crawl into bed with me and disappear as soon as you think I’m asleep. It’s worse than just ignoring me.” It was too much, all of it. Your hand was throbbing and your chest hurt and your stomach felt like it was going to come up out of your throat.

Joel didn’t say anything, he couldn’t disagree with you, beckoning you into bed, crawling in next to you, holding you, making you feel better, making eachother feel better and then leaving before you woke up. It was wrong. He was hurting you. Even if nothing happened between you physically, he was fucking with your head and he knew it, and up until this point he hadn’t even considered how much it was actually hurting you, how little it was benefiting you.

“Okay.” Your eyes filled up again as you turned away from him and muttered a weak goodnight before going into the room and closing the door quickly. He stood there for a second, leaning his forehead against the wall, fist curled and pushing into it but not punching it before he heard a door open. Ellie’s.

“Well… that was fucked.” Joel clenched his jaw and looked at her. “Look- I love you Joel. Like a lot. But I love her too. And you’re being a fucking asshole. I didn’t even know you were leaving like that. Why the hell would-“ “stop it.” Joel mumbled softly. “What?” “Stop it, Ellie. You don’t… know everything. You don’t understand what this is about and for your sake I hope you don’t.”

Ellie scoffed. “I’m old enough to be able to tell when two people love eachother. But if you wanna keep acting this way then fine. Go ahead.“ she went to close her door but stopped and hesitated before saying the next thing. “Maybe you’re right- I mean- if you’re just gonna keep leaving her like that then you might as well tell her to move on.” She shrugged. “Maybe she’ll find a guy with a heart.” She added before closing the door.

She didn’t really mean it. Joel had a huge heart, she knew that, she’d be an idiot if she didn’t. But he was being an asshole to her best friend. And for absolutely no fucking reason. She couldn’t understand what could be so wrong about the two of you getting together, so what if you were younger than him? Who gives a shit? It’s not like you were underage. You were like 24 years old.

Joel stood on the other side of the door for a moment and rubbed his face, glancing between the two doors before going to the couch and laying back on it, staring up at the ceiling as he took a heavy breath in.

He could handle seeing you with someone, right? It’s not like you belonged to him or anything. Hell most of the people here thought you were his fucking daughter and that made him so sick to his stomach he almost threw up in front of everyone while you awkwardly explained you weren’t in fact his daughter.

As long as it wasn’t any of those assholes from the patrol he would be fine, right? He had to be. You were so much younger than him, had so much time to figure out what you wanted, to figure out that he wasn’t what you wanted. Him and his baggage. He’d do more damage than he’d already done.

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It's been a week since your fight with Joel, you hadn't talked to him much, opting instead to just ignore him or try to slip out of the house before he was awake. As you opened your eyes, though, the sun shining in and blinding you a bit, you could hear Joel and Ellie's voices in the dining room accompanied by Tommy's.

You wondered for a second if you could just stay in bed, at least wait for Joel to leave, but the blinking 7:30 on the clock told you that you had no choice but to get out of bed and face them. You groaned and closed your eyes before pulling yourself out of bed.

Once you were ready you headed out of the room and into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee and a piece of toast. "Morning, Ellie." You bumped her with your hip as you walked past her and smiled at her and then Tommy. "Morning, Tommy." The two of them said goodmorning before looking awkwardly between you and Joel.

You heard Joel clear his throat and closed your eyes down at your coffee. "Mornin', y/n." Your skin still tingled and your ears still got warm when he said your name and it only stressed you out more. You didn't respond, though, and instead walked straight passed him with your coffee and toast. "I'll see you later, Ellie." You told her, body-checking Joel's shoulder on your way past him.

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Tommy raised a brow when you body-checked Joel and watched his brother grunt and clench his jaw before he was looking down at Ellie. "So... what was that about?" "Joel's an asshole." "Ellie." Joel mumbled in warning. "I mean that much is obvious." "Tommy-"

"They've been sharing the bed or whatever but apparently Joel kept leaving like... as soon as she went to sleep or something, so she's super pissed." "Wow, Joel." Joel sighed heavily and rubbed his face rapidly. "I'm a fucking idiot. I get it." He grumbled and put his head down on the table.

Tommy looked at Ellie for a second and cleared his throat. "Ellie, uh... why don't you go on. I'm sure Dina or another one of your friends could use help with their chores." "But-" Tommy raised his brows at her and glanced at Joel and then back at her. She looked between the two for a moment before huffing. "Fine." She stood up and left. She wanted to know what Joel's problem was too!

Once she was gone Tommy looked at Joel and waited for him to talk. "... she's so young, Tommy." Tommy hummed a little and nodded. "Yeah..." "She's not even- Sarah would be older than her." Oh. Oh. So that's what this is about. This isn't about you, it isnt even about Joel. Its about Sarah.

"Yeah... but... you know Sarah would want you to be happy, Joel." Joel looked up at him like he was stupid. "With someone who's 24 years old?" Tommy shrugged and sighed heavily. "If they make you happy. I'm not saying it's not going to be different, or an adjustment for both of you. Cause it will, but... okay its not like she's 18, right? And she grew up in this shit, Joel." "She's thirty-two years younger than me, Tommy. I can't... keep up with her or keep her happy. She needs someone young for that."

Tommy rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh. "She was happy, dumbass. Untill you started acting like a dick." He took a deep breath and licked his lips slowly before he sighed. "Look- I'm just sayin'.. Sarah would want you to be happy, actually happy. You're settled down now, you got somewhere safe to be.. just let yourself be happy."

"And if I fuck it up like last time? And she leaves?" Tommy raised a brow when he said that and scoffed. "You didn't just compare her to Michelle." "I'm not comparing them-" "Michelle was selfish, Joel. That's why she left. She didn't care about you or Sarah, just herself." Tommy leaned his head a bit to catch Joel's eyes. "She's not Michelle. She's practically obsessed with Ellie, they're best friends. And you- if you let her- she'd be good for you. She loves you, anyone could see that. But if you don't get your head out of your ass she's going to jump into the first arms that open up to 'er." Tommy stood up and calpped his hand on Joel's shoulder. "Pretty sure you wouldn't like that."

And with that, Tommy was gone and Joel was alone at the dining table to sit with what he said, looking down at the cup of coffee in his hand with a deep frown on his face before he got up to get ready for patrol... Tommy did have a point. Sarah would want him to be happy, and you were nothing like Michelle.

... maybe he could make it work.

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I just wanted to say regardless of whether you've seen the show that you're my favorite ST writer. I dont know how you capture the characters so well while further developing them perfectly but it's genuinely incredible. I must've read your steddie fics like 97 times just because I adore them <3 If you're still taking prompts, I'd love to maybe see Steve and Eddie! Maybe with "Oh this is too good to pass up" as the dialogue? Either way, you're incredible and I can't wait to read all your other work <3

Okay, wow this is VERY sweet ;w; You are so so kind anon. I think I'm getting better at writing them now after having practiced. Those first fics have a fond place in my heart for being the first ones, but every day I am tempted to rewrite them LMAO

anyways, I'm certainly far from perfect but I'm grateful that you enjoy them!! This warms my heart so much. I really do love writing them and the positive response to those fics made me wanna keep going and improve. Still haven't seen the show yet but honestly I'm chilling in this little niche I've carved for them.

Hopefully this fic makes you happy and pushes me a lil closer to being worthy of the honor of being your fav. Really hope you enjoy--I fuckin love these boys <3

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Ahoy, Sailor

You can read this as a season three au or as season four. Either way, Steve and Eddie have a bitchy will they/won’t they rivalry situation going on. Eddie REALLY likes pushing Steve’s buttons. 

It’s not unusual for Eddie to find his way to the Harrington house for some excuse or another, but he’ll admit it’s unusual to be invited. He tends to just appear and haunt Steve unasked. It’s more fun that way. 

Steve had called him, muttering something about how Eddie needed to come pick up his vest because it ‘smelled like a depressed hippie’. Eddie had fired back that Steve’s room couldn’t possibly smell any better without it, and their usual bickering had Eddie leaving fifteen minutes later with a grin on his face.

He loves Steve. Messing with him, that is. So, naturally, when Eddie ascends the stairs and sees Steve dressed like a little schoolboy, he takes a minute to compose his best jokes.

“Ahoy, sailor.” Eddie whistles, leaning in the doorway to Steve’s room. He drinks in the Scoops Ahoy uniform and all it blessedly has to offer. 

“Wh—oh, fuck off. It’s laundry day.” Steve rolls his eyes.

“Aye aye, cap’n.” Eddie salutes. Steve flips him off.

“Cool the attitude, sassy lost child.” Eddie snorts. There’s piles of clothes on every surface in the room, arranged in a way that suggests intention but would baffle even the most equipped psychologist. Eddie wants to ask about the system here, but he knows he’s no better, so he just watches Steve flit around with a little pout on his face. 

“You look like Donald Duck’s worst cousin.” Eddie snickers into his fist.

“You done?” Steve puts his hands on his hips.

“For now.” Eddie shrugs. Steve huffs.

Steve keeps rooting through the piles on the floor--slow enough to be mesmerizing, but fast enough where he’s clearly looking for something specific. Oh, his vest. Laundry. Eddie scans the room until, aha--he spots it hanging over the back of Steve’s desk chair, smooth and loved. Striking, compared to the state of everything else. Eddie smiles before he can catch himself. 

“My vest is over there.” Eddie jerks a thumb towards Steve’s desk. 

“Yeah, I see that.” Steve gives him a perplexed look. He shakes his head and keeps drifting through the clothes. 

“Then what are you looking for?” Eddie ventures, stepping into the room properly. As much as he wants to, he doesn’t shrug his vest on. It feels like a conclusion of business, a visual excuse for Steve to kick him out despite the olive branch he’s inexplicably extended. 

“A shirt. Robin’s got a date to impress.” Steve sorts through a pile. He looks between a yellow sweater and a green one, sighs, and tosses them both aside. 

“By wearing…your clothes?”

“Yes, Munson, keep up.” Steve puts a hand on his hip. “She’s gonna be here eventually, probably freaking out, and I wanna give her two options. Just two. She’s gotta look good, but she’s gotta be comfortable.”

“Right.” Eddie nods slowly, as if this makes sense. 

“Hey, make yourself useful. I’ve got this shirt, uhm, dark blue? With a little stripe? If you find it, let me know.” Steve flaps a hand at him. Eddie knows precisely the shirt--it fits Steve distractingly well. 

“I’ll get right on that, sweetheart.” Eddie flops backwards on the bed. Steve shoots him a withering look. Eddie gives his most charming smile and folds his arms behind his head. 

God, he loves this part of their little dance. The way Steve looks at him, the undeniable fondness buried beneath the exasperation—it’s a thrill. 

Steve tugs at a shirt underneath Eddie’s body, but he can’t get it free. He heaves a belabored sigh. 

“Do you mind?” Steve’s eyebrow twitches. 

“Not at all. I’m enjoying myself immensely.” Eddie smirks. 

“If you stretch out my shirt, I’m gonna push you in the goddamn pool. Get up!” Steve jabs Eddie in the side. Eddie giggles and flinches violently.

Steve Harrington is looking at him as if he’s the best present he’s ever received, and while some deep and unacknowledged part of Eddie does flips at the sight, it’s terrifying. 

“Oh, this is too good to pass up.” Steve crawls onto the bed after him, his devilish grin curling wider by the second. Eddie’s face burns and he scrambles to flee, but Steve’s already on top of him. 

“Don’t you dare, Harring—aaah!”  Eddie’s soul and dignity flee him in a high-pitched shriek. 

“Holy shit. I’m barely touching you.” Steve staccato pokes him everywhere he can reach, quick and light, and Eddie can’t stop the giggles bursting from him in waves. He wants to think of something witty to say, but it tickles, and Steve’s smirking—it’s a lot to ask of man under these conditions.

Steve starts tickling him in earnest, his fingers skittering wherever they can reach. When Steve trips up his ribs, Eddie arches like he’s being hit with a defibrillator. He smushes his face into his hands, hoping maybe he’ll smother himself and they can call this a day, but Steve tuts at him and pulls his hands away from his face. 

“No way you’re this ticklish,” Steve says again—does he really need to rub it in—and gives Eddie’s sides a curious squeeze. Eddie shrieks and flips himself over, attempting to crawl towards freedom. 

“Where’re you going?” Steve drags Eddie back into place by his waist. He makes an incoherent whining noise that breaks off into laughter and goes limp on the bed. He tries to roll back over but Steve is solid on top of him. Being face-down gives him the small mercy of being able to hide his face while he cackles.

God, he didn’t even know that the back of someone’s ribs could be ticklish. Holy hell. 

Eddie grabs at Steve’s knee and releases a desperate jumble of syllables. Steve yelps and falls backwards off the bed.

Eddie peeks at him over the edge of the bed, laughter petering off into gentle embers. Steve stares up at him, wide-eyed. Eddie backtracks, trying to figure out why a simple touch would’ve elicited such a big reac—oh. Oh. 

Steve’s halfway down the stairs before Eddie even realizes he’s gone. 

“Hey! Get back here!” Eddie skids after him two stairs at a time, swiping at the back of Steve’s shirt. 

Eddie tackles Steve over the back of the couch, both of them a tangle of screeching, flailing limbs. Steve’s stronger but Eddie is scrappy, having long since abandoned his self-preservation instincts. Steve tries to roll them over and Eddie goes limp. Steve grunts under the deadweight, and it gives Eddie the two seconds he needs to clamber on top of him properly. 

“Now—“ Eddie finally wrestles Steve down, huffing a lock of hair out of his eyes— “What the everloving fuck was that?”

“Nothing.” Steve’s poker face is good, but Eddie can see right through that easy smile. He walks his fingers across Steve’s stomach. Steve inhales sharply. 

“Didn’t sound like nothing.” Eddie raises his eyebrows innocently. Steve narrows his eyes at him, but his fake smile is very slowly twitching into a real one. 

Spurred on, Eddie kneads into Steve’s stomach, gentle and a little clumsy. Steve trembles under him, wrenching a hand free just to cover his face. Little huffs and snickers wobble out of him. 

“Dishing out what you can’t take? Oh, this is precious.” Eddie snickers. Steve shoves his hand into the side of his face to push him away. Eddie licks it.

Steve screeches, but that breaks the dam. The first beautiful sound from him is a snort. Eddie gasps happily, then laughs right along with Steve. 

It’s not that Steve doesn’t laugh, he does, but it’s often the restrained chuckle that Eddie loves to give every royal NPC in his campaign. Eddie’s never heard anything like this, this bubbly rush littered with voice-cracks and little bouts of nose-scrunched hiccups. He didn’t know Steve was even capable of these kinds of noises.

The stupid little Scoops shirt rides up and Eddie takes advantage of bare skin. Steve squeals and goes boneless on the couch. He hits Eddie with the full brunt of his smile, unfiltered and radiant, and something in Eddie’s chest flutters. 

“EddieEddieEddie--” Steve snorts again, and the speed at which his face turns scarlet suggests embarrassment. Eddie can’t imagine why. 

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” Eddie reaches behind him and finds Steve’s knee, tickling just where the goofy shorts stop, and Steve wails. He curls his head into Eddie’s chest and seems to resign himself to die there. Eddie has absolutely no feelings about how warm Steve feels or the desperate little leg kick he does. 

Steve grabs Eddie’s wrists and he relents, figuring the promise of future mischief is a sufficient tradeoff for a truce. Steve collapses back into the couch cushions with a delirious little giggle, rubbing his hands over his beaming face. Steve peeks at him overtop his hands, then snickers again. 

The longer they sit here, both breathing a little hard, the longer Eddie has to notice the gentle warmth and curve of Steve’s eyes. A hysterical man would call them doe-like. Eddie accepts this new state of being and leans a little closer. His guitar pick necklace dangles over Steve’s chest. Steve’s jaw falls slack, eyes flitting to Eddie’s lips. Eddie’s hair falls in a frizzy curtain around them both. 

Eddie doesn’t see Robin so much as he hears her—the screech of disgust bounces off every wall. He pops his head up and they make direct, unfortunate eye contact. She shoots him an all-knowing look with her beady, accusatory little eyes and he gives her his most threatening zip it gesture. 

Steve decides that that’s the moment to counterattack, sending a cackling Eddie toppling off the cushions and onto the floor. Steve slides down after him, ducking under a flailing arm and scribbling his fingers wherever he can reach. Eddie curls up like a pillbug. He can hear Robin saying something but it's unintelligible over the sound of his own laughter.

“I know, right?” Steve grins back at her, then looks back to Eddie. Softly. 

Steve has the audacity to wink at him. Eddie files that little moment away for Tonight Eddie to scream into a pillow about, and instead focuses on launching a counter-counterattack that’ll save his life. 

[zyrafowe-sny]

i hope you know i look up to you a lot bc ur an adult who seems to have their shit figured out and im a hot mess and dont know what to do with myself so thank you i guess. do you promise it gets better

Aww, dear Anon, that's very sweet and flattering. I very much still have shit to figure out and actually feel like more of a hot mess than usual right now, but — in many ways it does get better. Some personal examples/ramblings:

I know I have had rough patches before and I got through them somehow. Sometimes I did better than others, but the key thing is surviving. A brand new rough patch can feel completely overwhelming at first, but that's how the others felt too. "This too shall pass."

I *expect* there to be rough patches and backsliding after positive progress. Depression and executive dysfunction won't go away forever. Bad life events will happen. The laundry and dishes will pile up again. That's not to say everything is hopeless and there's no point in trying— it just means that life has ups and downs and that's normal. The goal is to trend roughly upwards in the long run.

I'm more self aware. I'm better able to recognize when I'm showing early signs of depression and am learning how to address it before it gets harder to get myself out of that hole. I'm learning more coping strategies/life hacks that work for me. I'm identifying regular activities are important for my mental health and things that might make it worse. There's often a gap between being self aware and doing something with that information, but it's progress.

Somewhere along the way, I learned to be kinder to myself. That includes accepting imperfection and declaring things good enough.

I definitely found it true that I have fewer fucks to give than I was younger, and there's a lot of freedom in that.

I hope any of that was helpful. I hope things start feeling a little easier for you, Anon, and wish you all the best. Take care. <3

[thx-sunsxts-addrxss]

Only Idiots Catch Colds In Summer ~ aruden

It was literally 9 in the morning. On a summer day. And Aru Shah was awake.

I know I know. Who died, right?

Well, for one. She was 19 and a college student, so she unfortunately turned into an early bird. And two, something you guys never would have guessed.

Aiden Acharya, the man of health, is sick!

"What did you do?" Aru spoke into the phone. "You know, only idiots catch colds in summer"

"Maybe it's better since I caught a fever instead"

"Do you need me to come or what?" Aru asked, already getting up and changing. She wasn't about to take no for an answer.

"You're not gonna accept a no"

"Yep. I'm coming. Is your mom home or no?"

"No. She won't be home for another 5 days. Wait, you know that"

"Just testing your memory" Aru's mom and his mom had gone on a trip to LA because 'memories'? Whatever that meant. 

They cut the call and Aru walked over to his house. She texted, 'im coming in ok' and walked in with the spare key.

As usual, the homely smell of spice and fresh laundry welcomed her into the house.

She ran up the stairs and knocked softly on his door. "Could I come in?"

"Come..cough..in" He replied. She opened the door and walked in. The trash can was near his bed and was filled halfway with tissues.

Aru pressed the back of her hand to his forehead. "Are you fine?"

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine" Aiden snarked, pausing to cough. "I'm not bedridden or anything, with a pile of tissues next to me"

Aru fixed him with a 'seriously?' look. "I guess I'll leave then, Mr. Perfectly Fine"

"No wait" Aiden laugh-coughed as she turned around. He pulled her back.

"And I thought I was the sarcastic one" Aru rolled her eyes. "Someone came to your house to take care of you, and this is what you say?"

"I'm sorry. No, I'm not fine"

"Well, that's just too bad, isn't it?" Aru smirked and walked away. "Suck it up, buttercup"

"Wait no, you wouldn't do this" Aiden called from behind her. "Sha-hhhhhhh"

"Where's your kettle? I'll get hot water" 

Aiden sighed in relief. And then he thought for a moment. "Dont kill me. I don't remember"

"How don't you remember?" She cried out.

"My mind is like, really foggy right now" He responded, clutching his head.

"Is it in the kitchen?"

"Yeah"

Aru walked downstairs. She looked around, but no sign of a kettle.

She called Malini. "Hello?"

"Aru? What's wrong?"

"Sorry to interrupt your vacation" She started. "Could I know where your kettle is? Your son is sick"

"In the summer? What did he do now? Or is it the change in seasons?"

"Probably"

"Well, unfortunately darling, I took the kettle with me" Malini spoke regretfully into the phone.

"Oh. Alright."

"What you can do however, is make some chamomile tea. I have some chamomile flowers for that in the fridge. Instead of using the kettle, you can-"

"Um, I'm really sorry. Could you give me one second? Then repeat?"

"Of course, dear."

Aru took out the packets. "Okay. Instead of the kettle...?"

"Take a double boiler, fill it halfway with water. Drop chamomile flowers, perfectly dry, into the water. Let it infuse for 3 minutes. Then strain it, and that's it"

"Okay, got it. Thank you so much!" Aru thanked and cut the call.

She made the tea and heard footsteps behind her. Now the logical part of her brain knew it was probably Aiden. Or some serial killer that broke into the house.

Say, did she lock the door after coming in?

Anyway, the many years of Otherworldly training made the rest of her mind overrule the logic. She turned around, hot spoon in hand (from the steaming hot tea) and pointed at the culprit.

Yeah, so, surprise surprise , the logical part of her brain was correct.

In the Aiden part, not the serial killer part. (Thankfully)

He threw up his hands, and said, "If you ask me to be silent, that's not gonna be possible because I'm literally coughing every 3 seconds"

"Sorry" She lowered the spoon. "Anyway, thank your mom when she gets back. She answered the call, literally taught a terrible cook of a 19 year old girl how to make chamomile tea and was patient about it on vacay. Literally" 

She gestured to the cup. "Take that. Do whatever"

Aiden grinned at the cup. "You? Making something? Without the house burning down?"

"Sir" Aru looked him dead in the eyes. "I have no idea if your fever is making you act up and be all sarcastic with me lately but I will not be having that. I literally woke up at 9 in the morning to take care of you, you sick piece of shit"

Aiden smiled at her. Her eyebrows scrunched up. "What?"

"Sorry. I'm so in love with you right now"

She covered up her face with her hand and turned away. "I. I just. Absolutely disgusting. No thanks"

"Oh come on. It's just affection"

"You know what effect that has on me"

Aru could practically see him smirking as he said, "The affection or me?"

Aru promptly turned and walked away, Vajra's electricity moving up and down her arm. Aiden laughed and called, "Don't make me pull you back, I'll get you sick too"

She still walked into the living room and sat on a chair. 

"You sit there" She pointed to a chair far away from her. "Mini would kill me if I got sick from you"

"Truth" He responded, drinking the tea.

After drinking the tea, just like a child, Aiden Acharya went up to his room and passed out on his bed.

"What a baby" Aru smiled and shook her head after checking up on him. She got up to leave before her hand, only two of her fingers, were grabbed. She turned back to see him clutching those two fingers, still asleep.

"You really are a child huh" She said softly, careful not to wake him up. He moved his head slightly, and squeezed the fingers a bit tighter, before moving his hand up a bit to fully grasp hers.

Aru's heart had almost melted at the sight. Keyword, almost. But it definitely melted when he pulled her hand down and had hugged it. 

She sat down and accidentally fell asleep on his bedside drawer.

And yes, 3 days later, Aru Shah, the woman of health from a few days ago, was bedridden, unable to lift a finger.

"Only idiots catch colds in the summer, huh" Aiden handed her some hot water.

"Shut. Up" Aru groaned. "I fucking healed you, dammit"

"Language"

"No"

[ratatatastic]

eughhh pack omega ekky so happy to welcome omega matthew to the team and they get along so well they r so wonderful. im sure they love nesting with the goalies from time to time

while i do agree pack omega ekky eventually welcoming maffhew in its certainly a bit of a rocky start because we do have the acknowledge the huby and weegs sized elephant in the room because as much as cushy ekky and maffhew are now it certainly wasnt always like that because omega does get sad that their beloved packmates they spent absolute y e a r s got traded for a percieved hotshot instead but it doesnt last long considering how nice maffhew is that he wins ekky over but ekky certainly at odds with the strange new scent floating around and i can imagine some unbidden chittering coming from ekky when maffhew strays a little too close for his liking but matthew doesnt take it to heart he knows what ekky is going through and ekkys absolutely embarrassed about how immature hes acting and how hard hes taking this loss that he does kinda bully himself into playing nice with a terribly sweet omega who really is just trying to fit into the new team they wanted to be with and if pack alpha wholeheartedly accepts them ekky knows he will too... it just takes some time is all... a hurt omega is hard thing to convince but he knows eventually matthew's offputting spice of a scent that makes his nose itch will eventually be comforting—like nice cinnamon on an autumn day

anyways aside from that i absolutely do think they create a huge cuddle puddle of love with our tandem when they allow them too and when they can

its a bit of a special event but the team does chuckle when they walk into the dressing room only to see all the laundry bins upturned, all manners of equipment and jerseys strewn about in the middle with 4 bodies just piled on top of each other its hard to tell where one body begins and the other ends. really the only warning they get of this is when theyre about a couple feet from the locker rooms and they hear a chorus of purring that would rival a bike gang going on a joyride like oh? i guess its that time of the year again? never underestimate the strengths of their omegas though and its why they try to tiptoe around the breathing living pile in the middle—sometimes they have previous plans, sometimes its not their turn on omega cuddle duty, sometimes theyre not quite in the mood to become a glorified body pillow for hours on end and thats okay! its why we have a whole pack! someone will want to join the pile but if they dont then its best to creep around it if they dont want to be sucked into the black hole of cuddles. a couple of the betas have horror stories of skirting a little too close to the mess because theyre a bit oblivious to whats the radius thats safe to walk in and not get yoinked and predictably getting their ankle grabbed from out of nowhere and dragged in. its certainly an experience to have 4 omegas on you trying to scent every inch of you thats for sure!

but its a little worse when ekky decides hes actually a glorified therapy dog and just drapes his large body over your stomach and start purring like crazy, pinning you down with his frame like a weight blanket. maffhew likes to snuggle up by your neck and start rubbing his cheek against every spot of free skin he can get, starts moving cloth out of the way to get it. and if hes really gone enough than be prepared to be something of a chewtoy because hes gonna find something and hes gonna start teething on it—earlobes, fingers, the spot where shoulder meets neck, anywhere he can fit his mouth around and its a love language it really is. bobby just likes getting a paw on hair, likes running his fingers through it as a grooming gesture, quiet little chirps falling from his mouth, just some serene snuggle time, maybe grabs a hand to hold onto as he does so but other than that hes not too much of a menace like the other two. and knighter? hes still young hes still coming to hes a little more too himself than usual but he does try. really hes just content to let maffhew and ekky take most of the space maybe just pushes his face into a thigh and sighs in content for a bit (hierarchy and all that) but maffhew is always quick to notice and drags him up, shares some part of neck scenting duties with him as he goes down and chomps on a thigh for a bit.

yeah this team is a bit of mess and they have to pay the dirty jersey tax that is chucking their laundry into the circle like an offering to keep their omegas happy lest they get dragged in against their will because they still have said sweaty jerseys on but they wouldnt change it for the world. but it certainly does help to have more than 1 person in there because man is it hard to distract 4 omegas at the same time

[abluescarfonwaston]

Mia who Completely rejected the ideas and burdens of motherhood. Her mother abandoned her and she's got so much bottled up anger and frustration about the burdens placed on her shoulders as a child that she refuses to have anything to do with it first chance she gets.

She can't cook. Do laundry. Clean. And she's a smart brilliant young woman who is more than a little sabotaging every attempt Lana or Diego make to teach her. 'We DID Laundry at home Lana but we did it by hand! Sorry i didn't know all soap wasn't the same.' 'YOU FLOODED THE DORM WITH BUBBLES MIA! DONT SHRUG ME OFF.'

Lana who very much stepped up into that parental role after her parents died for Ema. Which Does cause strain because, much like in Lilo and stitch, You're NOT my mom Lana! You're my sister!!!

Mia feeling more than a little high and mighty because there's none of that tension between her and Maya. She's Just Maya's awesome big sister that picks her up on a motorcycle and takes her to the beach and spits entire cakes with her and gets her ramen! Tells her all about the bigger world! She's Just her awesome sister!

And Lana getting So mad because We'll FINE Mia maybe I'm not raising Ema right but at least I'm raising her! Not dumping her off on other people like you do with Everything! Your laundry, your dishes, your SISTER!

It turns into a big fight. Mia stares at the pile of take out containers piled high in her desk. Forces herself to get up and collect her piles of randomly strewn clothing and put them in the washer. Squint and read the directions. Loads the dishwasher (although Diego will still stare at her in horror when he watches her load the wooden utensils and knives in) and calls Maya. Asks her if she's alright. If anything is bothering her.

Hears in the stretch of silence the answer is Yes even if the response that follows is a cheerful Nah everythings great here! Oh but one of the acolytes did-

"You can always call on me when something's wrong Maya. I know I'm far away but... But I'm not leaving you okay? You'll always have me."

Her mother abandoned her family. Mia has wiped enough snotty noses and changed enough diapers for a hundred lifetimes already. She's done. She's not a mother and damn well never will be. Screw you Ami. But that doesn't mean shes going to follow her mother's footsteps. She's not going to abandon her little sister too.

[hontou-baka]

relationship ranting idk

blurgh i hate when im slapped with similarities between my ex and my current bf

I got married without a wedding, or rings, or anything traditional, to my ex so I could use my own tax info for school (plus it seemed like a safe risk in a seven year long relationship lmao). The semantics of it were clearly unimportant to my ex (i had to buy us both rings, and again, no wedding) and i felt embarrassed bc those things are important to me, so we never told anyone about getting married really.

Now that I'm close to getting the divorce done before baby comes, my bf is talking marriage. But in the same "just for the legal benefits" way. And i do want to get married... And i know it would help his taxes and whatnot... But my heart breaks thinking about doing the exact same dumb thing again, and idk i can make myself do it. Like... Sorry, prove im important enough to you to spend a couple hundred on a cute ring, get some photos of us taken together, hell even if he saved money for a nice elopement trip thats fine! I feel like aggretsuko with the donkey guy... Tadase? Idk i dont remember. Im sorry im kind of basic but as a cisgendered white woman that was raised mormon, ive dreamed about a beautiful wedding and feeling loved and celebrated since childhood... I think i should stand my ground on this :/

Another thing. Both have sleep issues and expect me to get up with them in the morning to help them get ready so they can sleep in as much as possible. And im made to feel bad about it if i complain because i dont have sleep issues. Im sorry you havent bothered your whole adult life to find a way to manage with your sleep problems, and im happy to make you food while you shower here and there, but that should not just be expected of me! And its not reciprocated! Its not like i make him get up with me, i would just leave him be and let him sleep because... I love him? Want him to be comfy? Ugh.

While im venting, ADHD IS NOT AN EXCUSE TO NOT DO CHORES REGULARLY!!!!! I DONT CARE!!!!! IF HIM AND I DONT WORK OUT IM GONNA HAVE ADHD BE A RED FLAG I SWEAR TO GOD BC EVERYONE I KNOW W IT REFUSES TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO LIVE WITH IT!!!! Im getting beyond furious that he has to be asked FOR EVERY. LITTLE. THING. You eat and use dishes. You put your dishes with the other dirty dishes. Thus. YOU ARE LOOKING AT THE PILE OF DIRTY DISHES... MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY. YOU CANNOT USE THE "OUT OF SIGHT OUT OF MIND" EXCUSE IN OUR TINY ROOM!!!! YOU CAN *SEE* THE FULL LAUNDRY BASKET THREE FEET AWAY FROM YOU!!!! YOU CAN SEE THE GOD DAMN CHORE CHART TWO FEET AWAY FROM YOU I MADE SO YOU COULDNT USE THE "BUT IDK WHAT TO DOOO OR HOW TO HEEELP" EXCUSE!!!!! YOU CAN SMELL WHEN THE CAT TAKES A HUMAN SIZED SHIT AND KNOW YOU NEED TO SCOOP TOMORROW!!!!!! YOU!!!! JUST!!!!! DONT!!!!!!! *WANT TO*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And the funniest fucking thing is i TRULY wouldnt mind having a more "traditional" setup, id be fine doing 90% of the chores if he even worked 20 hours/wk consistently. But im thinking as soon as i feel recovered from birth i want to find a job myself because he just lets his anxiety win too much and cant hold a job, and i have actual goals in life lmao 🤪🤪🤪 but if i made him a stay at home parent im sure id be coming home to a world of frustration (things that need done never being done). Im just at the end of my rope bc with chronic mental and physical health issues, i get he cant do what most people can (same goes for me, not as severe on the physical side tho) but god it so often feels like weaponized incompetence. And i think it partially is. Ive talked to him about this over and over and it always ends with "just tell me or ask... Even though you shouldn't have to..." BUT THATS THE POINT!!!! IM NOT GONNA BEG YOU TO HELP ME KEEP OUR LIVING QUARTERS NOT MISERABLE, MAN!!!!! USE YOUR EYES AND YOUR HEAD!!!!

I joked about banning war thunder for a week post birth and he seemed shocked id even think about asking him to not game for a week (his only hobby/leisure activity). Idk.

ok that feels better i guess ill get back to my mashed potatoes

[alvertesongdiary]

Glass Animals - Creatures In Heaven

3 in the morning Making love/Waking up Laid on the floor Of your apartment Birds eye view Of the two of us Face in make up And cheap fake blood

What do you think about when you think about love? I’m dumbstruck when you’re tender But it’s 3 in the morning, Be in the moment, Here in the moment, Free in the moment.

3 in the morning Over like that Go slow motion Cut it to black Its merely a moment Here for a moment Here is the moment Here for a moment.

It tears through my head Does it haunt you too? Diamonds in the dark In your old bedroom You held me like my mother made me just for you You held me so close that I broke in two

It tears through my head Does it haunt you too? Never really said That I loved you too Lucky lucky You Because I’m fortunes fool Such small words but they hit so huge…

I don’t think I realise Just how much I miss you some times We were young and so in love We were just creatures in heaven

I don’t think I realise Just how much I miss you some times For a moment we were just… We were just creatures in heaven.

3 in the morning safe inside Bury me here in your laundry pile At 3 in the morning Be in the moment Here in the moment Free in the moment.

Three in the morning over like that Go slow motion cut it to black Its merely a moment Here for a moment Here is the moment Here for a moment…

I dont see the point in a subtle romance Ten tonne heart ache sitting on your back Scared of the crack where the light comes through I’m only really me when I’m here with you

And it gets in your head like a cosmic zoom Coat on the door like an old space suit So long cowboy you’re so cool Cash in hand with a memory of you

Creatures in heaven Back then we were just Creatures in heaven We were just creatures in heaven

04/04/2024

[renjibozo]

episode 7 thoughts dump (part 1/2)

(this will be referencing this post of mine and this one too)

(part 2 because this is getting too long)

ok so putting things under a cut again bc spoilers obviously <333

(edited a bit because damn i wrote this on a whim)

OK SO ! most of my predictions are. somewhat correct, if not just misplaced in the wrong areas of the episode

the episode IS centered around rei having to realize that kazuki's role in the house is difficult because he has to take care of so much (laundry, cooking, getting miri ready early and sent off to daycare) so i wasn't wrong about that

this conversation is very nice to listen to as well because the thing of kazuki taking care of almost everything if not everything in the house is finally addressed! and they talk about it! somewhat. to mixed results

and he is doing his best my god he is doing his best you're doing so great you cringefail of a man (/pos) but i'm glad that this episode pushed him to a point where he just realizes he has to help kazuki more

this minute pause spoke to me so much because he was about to yell at her but stopped himself before he could..... amazing little detail

OK. NOW. THE SCENE THAT SPAWNED THIS ENTIRE POST. there must've been some kind of falling out between rei + miri and kazuki because he was screaming "I'm... not your housekeeper!" during dinner i'm suspecting that they finally got on his nerves if they never pick up after themselves properly or just the small stuff piled up onto kazuki and he had enough despite usually not really minding the fact that he has to do most if not all of the house chores but another theory i have is that the scene with the photograph is connected and because of the stress, it leads up to him taking it out on rei and miri. i'm distraught i don't want to see this episode but i have to. mfs gonna have a sk8 episode 7 situation and i'm powerless to stop it

recalling this from the second linked post, they do have some kind of falling out!!! and it does refer to the fact that they don't pick up after themselves!!! (and that they don't try to make it easier for kazuki himself)

the other theory is wrong because the thing with his wife doesn't really come up until karin's in the picture ok no i worded that incorrectly, thank you person who replied under the post

the scene is connected! but it did start off from the start of the episode itself, and his the stress that leads up to him going on strike is just from rei and miri not appreciating what he does enough..... poor unappreciated malewife

but yeah they did end up having a sk8 episode 7 but without them actually arguing in person, kazuki just dipped and left early in the morning

he really said he's not going to be coming back home for a while and they can fend for themselves

and kazuki seems to be on a solo mission, which is probably something rei and miri knows about considering they dont look too panicked by kazuki’s absence (rei looks a little frazzled from the daunting housework chores he has to deal with)

(episode 7 trailer post) ok so the solo part is wrong, but now we do know that rei and miri know that kazuki's out of the house and rei is frazzled by the housework

the day of reckoning has arrived for one suwa rei frfr..... it only took one whole day without kazuki doing things for him to realize

kazuki was nice enough to leave notes around for him so he doesn't get TOO lost trying to prepare miri

this means that since they got miri, he hasn't been going out to fool around in the night life and is at home taking care of miri and rei..... interesting

onto the more meatier part of the episode, THE TRAUMA !!! ill go back to the fluff when we're done here <3333 let's start with rei's since it's the tamer part and since we're on the topic of rei having to experience what it's like to be the sole caretaker of the house for once

he cant cook and doesn't know which plate in the fridge is for eating

this reminds me of the very first episode where kazuki tells rei that he left food in the fridge for him that he didn't eat because it was cold

maybe because kazuki papa wants you two to have a balanced meal !!!! also the laundry left out on the couch.... did kazuki just never fold it?

he does not know her schedule At All (to be fair, so does she in some way but the point stands)

but he does have a calendar that he did not check before leaving probably out of panic

time to nitpick a little at rei's choices with good intentions (he's doing his best but these are Not It fr)

why is miri being exposed to the rain like this!!! should've taken the car i feel like because this right here

is what leads to this

poor miri got sick and rei doesn't know what to do so he immediately calls kazuki who doesn't pick up

so he thinks of an alternative,

but the medicine isn't allowed for anybody below 12 so he thinks of another alternative,

but he doesn't know where the hospital is!!! so he ends up in kyutaro's doorstep as a last resort....