#I LOVE CLEANING!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE WEATHER

[svetamillss]

Headcanons: household chores with them🩵

Featuring: Thanos( Su Bong) x Reader(f), Cho Hyun Ju x Reader(f), Kang Dae Ho x Reader(f), Se Mi x Reader(f)

A/N: If you have ideas about what to write, you can always talk about it!

🩵🩵🩵

Thanos (Su Bong)🖤

Unfortunately, you can have quarrels literally every day because of this. After all, your boyfriend is still a "household disabled person". You have to force him to do something around the house, of course, heavy sighs and indignation will come in response.

Thank God that he at least tries to do it without mistakes.

It happens that you are at work, and he is at home all day. You ask him to wash the floors and do the laundry, of course he promises to do everything in the best possible way, but in the end he does nothing, because he forgot. That's when you get nervous and start yelling at him.

- Well, you promised to do it! You stayed at home all day! Why do I have to clean the house after work? - you said almost crying, because during the day you got very tired and hoped for your boyfriend.

- Don't cry! I just forgot, anything happens! I'll do everything now! - the guy answers you irritably.

- I'll do everything myself, mind your own business. - you were angry with him, so you didn't want to see his help, but he still followed you, taking you by the hand and sending you the room.

- It's my fault that I forgot. I'll do everything now. - and he really started to wash the floor and deal with the laundry.

Cho Hyun Ju💗

Living with this woman is a fairy tale. You immediately divided the responsibilities around the house. You took more cleaning, and she cooks (since food turns out very tasty). Sometimes you change tasks if some circumstances occur (some of you were detained at work, some of you got sick, and so on), but this absolutely does not bother you.

- Baby, don't make any plans for Sunday, please.

- No problem, but why? - you asked her.

- I want to do a general cleaning, and it will take a lot of time, but don't worry, after we do it, we'll watch the movie and eat something tasty. - she said, kissing you on the forehead.

Of course, you agreed, it wasn't a tragedy for you to do a general cleaning. After all, you will still spend the whole day with your Hyunnie.

Kang Dae Ho🩵

Living with this guy is a dream. After all, he was raised by four older sisters, so he is very attentive to you (well, straight by 1,000,000 percent). He is ready to do all the work himself.

- My love, I don't need to help, you'd better rest, you've been very tired.- he said when you volunteered to help him clean the closet.

- It's not fair! You're also very tired for a week, if I help, it will take much less time! - you were indignant, but it worked, although he agreed with a heavy sigh, but you rewarded him with a kiss on the lips.

Thanks to you, the cleaning took about two hours, so you decided to go for a walk outside, after all, the weather was very good.

Se Mi💋

When you moved in, you had a problem about who would do what household chores. After all, both of you weren't really good at cleaning or cooking.

- Maybe we'll do everything together then? Then we won't have any difficulties! - you suggested with a smile, to which your girlfriend gladly agreed.

- It's a great idea, sweet. We will look after each other, at the same time we will spend more time together.

Of course, you sometimes have small arguments, for example, that one of you did not clean up very well and seems to be a little lazy, but you solve them very quickly. After all, you have a good harmony in your relationship.

🩵🩵🩵

[faithisyours]

Blanket Fort

Vi X Fem!Reader

Ch 3 of The List

Previous chapters: Ch 1, Ch 2

Summary: you and Vi build a blanket fort

cw: pure, unadulterated fluff

word count: 1.4k

an: Howdy y'all! I humbly present chapter 3. Hope you enjoy it. Next chapter I'm gonna keep a surprise, but it includes some familiar faces ;) It also might take me a wee bit longer to write, but I’ll try to get it out within the week. And a big thanks again to my beta reader @mythsretriever, check her out, she’s pretty cool. Also, I’ve been requested to start a tag list, so let me know if you want to be added! And finally, if you have any requests for fics or ideas for this one, or just want to chat, I’m all ears! (Please, I want more friends on this app). Men & minors dni

The apartment windows rattled against the heavy rain and rolling thunder raging outside. Lightning lit up the stormy evening sky, casting flashes of light into the apartment. You and Vi were hauled up because of this, but it didn’t matter much to you. You were happy to be home with the love of your life for a night off.

You were in the kitchen making dinner (it was your turn), Vi sat watching you from the kitchen island. You were making soup, one of your specialties, because Vi was feeling a bit under the weather, having been fighting a small cold for the past couple days (more than likely caused by the fact that she had just been naked in a lake on a chilly fall night with you a little less than a week ago). You felt slightly guilty, considering you were the one that had taken her to go skinny dipping, as well as the fact that you had not gotten sick at all. You resolved to make her soup; it was the least you could do.

Vi was still keeping the list close, although she had shared some of her ideas and asked you for some more recently. It was a good thing, too, because you had started to think she was instead just writing a novel.

You were adding the last of the spices to the pot of soup in front of you when Vi asked, “Have you ever made a blanket fort?”

Caught slightly off guard, but recovering quickly you answered, “I have…”

“I know it’s not a very teenager thing to do, but I’ve never made one and I added it to the list a while ago,” she said, eying you hesitantly.

“... so you want to make a blanket fort?” you asked, a small smile creeping onto your lips.

“Ya, and I thought maybe today, since the weath-”

“Sold!” You cut her off.

“Dinner first, of course,” Vi reassured.

You shot her a smile over your shoulder. “Of course.”

You ate at the kitchen table, the soup being accompanied by garlic bread. Vi practically moaned around her fist bite, which made your insides feel fuzzy. You talked about upcoming plans, errands you both needed to run, shows you wanted to watch together; just mundane, domestic things. When you both were done eating, Vi helped you clean up the kitchen, growing more and more antsy by the second. She was practically jumping off the walls by the time you finished wiping the counter down.

“Hmm,” you looked around the kitchen, tapping your chin with your finger, “I feel like I forgot to do something.” Of course, you had forgotten nothing, and instead were prolonging Vi’s anticipation for your own enjoyment. She caught on when you couldn’t keep your sly smile contained.

“You forgot nothing, it’s blanket fort time!” she practically screamed. She grabbed you by the arm, pulling you towards the living room, but eventually stopped, realizing she didn’t actually know what she was doing. She looked around, looking a little hopeless, then turned her eyes on you. “Okay, tell me what we need,” she prompted, her hands open in front of her, ready to grab the first thing you say.

“Well, we’re gonna need blankets, sheets probably, the kitchen chairs, pillows, maybe some books, and the broom, probably.” She stared at you blankly for a second, processing, then leapt into action. Vi ran in the direction of the linen closet, so you went over to the kitchen to collect the chairs.

You were arranging the chairs in front of the couch, two on each side facing away from the space in the middle, when Vi came back with more than an armful of blankets and sheets. It looked as though she had ransacked the entire apartment, taking blankets from anywhere including your bed. You giggled at her overzealousness, and moved quickly to help take some of the blankets she had gathered.

“Looks like you found every blanket and sheet we own,” you said, amused. “That's good, though. We’ll probably need them all.” You set them down in a pile in front of the area you had designated to be the floor of the fort, which was in front of the couch and directly in line with the TV. Vi surveyed the space, nodding, then looked towards you for the next step. “Okay, first we should cover these chairs with sheets to make our walls. And we might need something heavy like books to keep them in place,” you said. It had been quite some time since you built a blanket fort, but it was all starting to come back to you now.

Vi got right to it, pulling one of the sheets from the pile and draping it over each pair of chairs. You went over to the coffee table (which you had earlier pushed against the wall to make enough space for the fort) and grabbed the books that sat atop it. You put a book on each seat, which held the sheets in place and prevented them from slipping. It was all coming together nicely.

Catching on, Vi asked, “Should we put some blankets down on the floor to make it comfy?” you nodded, happy she was starting to get it. Arranging a sheet down first over top of the area rug, you then layed down two comforters and lined the makeshift walls with pillows, making sure the biggest and comfiest went against the foot of the couch. You both added some extra blankets to snuggle up with once you were settled in the fort later. And then it came time for the roof. Working together, you pulled sheets across the chairs, using multiple to make sure there were no gaps and to ensure the fort was dark inside. Adding some finishing touches, like some electric candles and a small camping lantern, as well as a couple more pillows and blankets, the fort was complete. It wasn’t by any means the best blanket fort ever made, but it got the job done, and by the grin on Vi’s face, you'd say it was basically perfect.

“Ready to get in?” you asked Vi, who didn’t even give you an answer before launching herself into the fort. You couldn’t contain your giggle as you followed her in, albeit more calmly. It was a tight fit, but curling yourself up around Vi created some wiggle room. Vi threw a couple blankets across your tangled legs and settled into the pillows, pulling you closer by the waist.

The top of the sheet roof plus the angle you were positioned made for a perfect view of the TV, which was exactly what you had hoped for.

“Want to watch a movie?” you both asked simultaneously, which then made you laugh. So predictable.

“I chose last time, so it’s your turn,” Vi offered.

You thought for a second. “Pride and Prejudice (2005),” you said. Vi had already thumbed through and pulled it up on the screen.

“So predictable,” she whispered, shaking her head as a crooked smile appeared.

You gave her a playful shove in the side. “You know I like the classics. And anyway, Mr. Darcy reminds me of you.”

She scoffed. “How so?”

“Well, he’s proud, loyal, charming in a goofy way, and I find him rather pretty, especially when he smiles. And you share all of those traits,” you said. “But I will say your hands are much hotter than his.”

Vi attempted to play off your words, but a small blush crept across her cheeks. “Alright, let’s just start the movie,” she said, nodding towards the TV.

You kissed Vi’s shoulder, smiling up at her. “This was a great idea.” you said, and then proceeded to sneeze.

“Oh no, I gave you my sickness, didn’t I?” Vi looked at you apologetically. You just shook your head, snuggling back into her and turning your attention to the movie. It didn’t matter to you if Vi got you sick. You’d happily get her germs if it meant getting to also snuggle up with her to watch a movie while it stormed outside.

Eventually, though, and rather predictably, the combination of the movie, the storm, Vi’s warm body beneath you, and the comfort of the fort all lulled you into sleep. It looked like you’d be sleeping in the living room tonight. And there was nowhere you’d rather be.

Ko-fi

Tag list✨: @usuck @saqqarasdissent

[puckinghischier]

I’m deprived from domestic/soft Nico thoughts. Please help me feed my delusions 💭💭💭

so due to the mountain of snow that’s still plaguing where i live, i have a very specific, basic, and lowkey mundane thought about nico being all soft and lovey

maybe it’s the fact i’ve had to walk up and down my half mile driveway the past week just to get to my car and go to work, but the thought of nico shoveling snow for you is making me warm n fuzzy rn

like, he’s so busy. he’s gone all the time, constantly at the rink, playing in games, at the gym, or doing events for the team. but to think about him getting up before you have to be at work, even after he got home from a roadie well into the early hours of the morning, is making me hyperfixate.

because he knows how cold you get and how much you hate getting out of your warm bed on a normal day, much less when you have to get up earlier to allot time for scraping and defrosting your car. so even if he only crawled into bed with you a couple of hours ago, he’s up and outside before your alarm—which he reset back to your normal time—goes off.

he bundles up and grabs the ‘snow broom’ that stays perched outside for occasions like this, and gets to work. first he shovels a small path to your car, making sure your feet stay warm and dry in the snow boots he bought you last christmas. then he starts brushing off every bit of snow he can off of your car, starting it and letting the inside warm up while he works.

after he gets every flake of snow he can off, he turns your seat warmer on high and heads back inside. he gets to work brewing your coffee—no matter how crazy he thinks you are for drinking it iced in this weather—and making a quick breakfast for you to eat on the run. he’s halfway through achieving the perfect fried egg to go on top of your bagel when he hears your shrieks, feet thumping towards him.

“nico! i’m gonna be late! my alarm didn’t go off on time m! i have to go clean my car off. oh my god i’m soooo gonna get in trouble!”

you come into view, covered in only a t-shirt (nico’s) and otherwise bare legs, stumbling as you try to slip a boot on one foot while balanced on the other.

“you gonna go outside like that, müsli?” he smirks, looking at you over his shoulder, not wanting to mess up his egg masterpiece.

you look down, almost like you’d forgotten you weren’t wearing pants, then back up at him.

“why are you awake?” you suddenly remember his late arrival, rolling over long enough to give him a kiss and snuggle into his warmth before slipping back into oblivion last night.

nico turns the stove off, slipping his perfect egg right on top of the plate on the counter next to him before turning to look at you.

“thought i’d be a nice boyfriend today and clean your car off before you got up. should be nice and warm for you by now,” he beams, loving how frazzled you look in his clothes. the toaster dings, throwing the bagel inside into view, stealing his attention. “oh, and i almost have your breakfast ready. your coffee, too.”

you watch him in awe as he walks over to grab the heated bread out of the toaster, spreading butter on both pieces before laying half of a perfectly cut avocado on one side. he grabs the plate with the most delicious looking fried egg on top of it and slides the egg right off onto the bagel, salt and peppering it before placing the other half of the bagel on top, completing the sandwich.

he turns to you with a smile, amused at the expression of surprise on your face.

“better hurry and go get dressed. don’t want you to be late, now, do we?” he winks, wrapping your breakfast sandwich in aluminum foil to conserve some of its heat.

once the sandwich is securely wrapped and set aside, he walks over to your frozen figure, placing a finger under your chin to tilt your face up to his as he looks down at you.

“i love you, you know that? every day. all the time. forever and ever,” he repeats the phrase you two share anytime he leaves to go out of town, placing a delicate, loving kiss to your lips.

you still haven’t spoken a word, too consumed with him and your shock at how you ended up with someone like him, when he places his hand on your shoulders, turning your body around to face the hallway you just came from. you don’t expect the smack to your ass that comes, jolting you forward slightly, forcing you to take a few steps paired with the small push from nico at the same time.

“go on now, woman. go get dressed. your coffee will be waiting when you get done.”

you turn around to give him a middle finger, but the moony, lovesick smile on your face as you retreat back to your bedroom, the fading sound of nico’s laughter ringing through your ears, reveals how you really feel about the god-send of a man standing in your kitchen.

[arcadia-smith]

TW:abuse, torture, SA.

Find Part 1 here

Simon Riley x Reader

The Interpreter's Prayer

Part 2

***

It was one of those fleeting weekends, the kind that felt stolen from time itself- where the demands of work fell silent, and the weather conspired just enough to lure you outdoors.

You and Simon, untethered from duty, had decided to take Mia to the playground, her laughter ringing out like tiny chimes against the backdrop of a breezy afternoon.

"I don't know, Simon," you murmured, exhaling a sigh that felt heavier than the wind brushing past your cheeks. Your fingers swept stray strands of hair from your face as your gaze lingered on Mia, her small figure darting through the jungle gym. "The field isn’t my place. I’m an interpreter, not a soldier."

Simon’s response was as steady as the earth beneath your feet. “You’ve passed every physical and psychological test the sergeants have thrown at you,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “And if I’m being honest, you shoot better than half of them.”

A soft laugh escaped your lips, a mixture of disbelief and reluctant amusement. “Why me, Simon? Why do you need me for this?”

He turned to you, his eyes steady, carrying the weight of unspoken truths. “Because you speak Arabic. Because you wear a woman’s face.” His voice was measured but edged with quiet urgency. “And because Basma will only trust us if she sees someone like you. It’s a simple job—quick, clean. In and out. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Your brow furrowed, doubt threading through your voice. “And what about Mia? My mum’s all the way in London, and I can’t ask her to drop everything.”

Simon reached for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours, a silent anchor amidst the storm of your thoughts. “Johnny’s already agreed. He’ll take care of her. Three days- no more. I swear I’ll bring you back without so much as a scratch.”

He paused, his lips curving into a small, hopeful smile. “And maybe, after this, we can revisit that conversation about giving Mia a little sibling?”

You scoffed, shaking your head, though the faintest hint of a smile tugged at your lips. Before you could form a reply, Mia’s voice rang out, bright and insistent.

“Daddy! Come push me on the swing!”

She bounded toward Simon, her tiny hand clasping his with the determination only a five-year-old could muster. With a soft chuckle, he let her lead him away, leaving you on the bench, the echo of their laughter swirling in the air.

Your heart wavered, caught between the unease of his request and the quiet confidence in his promise. You weren’t thrilled by the thought of stepping into the field, but you understood why he had asked. And despite your fears, you trusted Simon’s word- that you’d return home, unscathed, to the sanctuary of your daughter’s laughter and his steadfast embrace.

***

Darkness greeted you like an old enemy.

Your consciousness returned in fragments, each shard bringing new pain, your head a symphony of dull aches and dried blood turned to rust in your hair.

Movement became a study in agony — every muscle a testament to violence. The chain around your ankle sang cold songs against your skin as it trapped you in this tomb of shadows.

Awareness crept in slowly, like poison through veins: the chill air kissing bare skin, your clothes stripped away like dignity, leaving you vulnerable in cotton basics that offered no armor against the world.

Pain bloomed like dark flowers across your body — legs, arms, stomach. And deeper still, where violation lived like a curse.

The cold floor became your sanctuary as you curled inward, knees drawing close like a child seeking comfort in the womb.

Time lost meaning in the darkness, minutes or hours flowing past like black water while you lay there, a comma in death's sentence.

Tears gathered like morning dew, but pride held them prisoner. You wouldn't give them the satisfaction of salt tracks on your cheeks.

Anger rose like a tide — at Simon, whose faith in you had become a betrayal, whose love had led you from safety into nightmare. At the men who'd written their cruelty on your flesh in bruises and blood.

Then Basma's face floated through your mind like a ghost, followed by her children — and Noor, sweet Noor, whose tears had been the last light you'd seen before darkness claimed you.

The voices outside grew like thunder clouds, Arabic words seeping through walls "If she's awake, we'll make her speak."

Then another voice, smooth as silk hiding steel "I need to find my wife. That's all I care about. Do what you want with the foreign woman." Nasir — a man whose name tasted like ash and endings.

Light invaded like a blade, carving through darkness to blind you. In the doorway, a silhouette became a man whose eyes held all the warmth of winter frost, his satisfaction curved like a scythe across his face.

"Little hero awake." His words stumbled from his tongue, broken English sharp as shattered glass.

His gaze crawled across your skin like insects, his tongue darting out — a snake tasting fear in the air. He moved with the terrible patience of a predator who knows its prey is trapped, fingers suddenly tangling in your hair like thorns. Your head snapped back, neck exposed to the cold air. His other hand found your face, fingers tracing your features like a sculptor modeling clay, but there was nothing of art in his touch — only ownership and cruel intent.

"It will be more fun while you're awake." Each word fell like acid rain, promising storms to come.

Pain bloomed as he yanked you upward, your gasp a butterfly breaking free against your will.

"Tell me where that traitor wife is and I might not hurt your pretty face more than I already have." His words slithered through the air as his fingers found your throat, a collar of cruelty tightening with each breath.

Your defiant silence painted rage across his features. He threw you down like a discarded doll, but his anger transformed into something worse — a terrible pleasure that turned his mouth cruel.

He descended like a shadow, dragging you closer by your chained ankle. You fought with all the fury of a caged storm, legs kicking, but his strength overwhelmed yours like darkness swallowing light. His weight pressed you into the cold floor, a mountain you couldn't move.

Tears you held hidden now broke free, a loud scream of pain as you tried to claw at man's shoulders. To push him away, yet he seemed immune to your struggles.

Closing your eyes you drifted off. To thoughts of Simon and Mia. And a sunny day at the park. Far away from here.

The chill on bare skin once more returned. You were left raw and exposed.

[moeitsu]

I might just be talking out of my ass. But something that’s been lingering on my mind lately is the aftermath of Arthur’s death on that cliffside. Specifically, how long Arthur’s body may have remained there before Charles found him—if he even found him at all.

I see a lot of fanart and fiction often depicting Charles finding Arthur’s body within hours or days of his passing, and giving him a proper burial. But when I was revisiting the later chapters of the game, I was reminded that Charles left the gang to help the Wapiti tribe. He had no way of knowing exactly when or how Arthur’s end would come, only that the gang’s days, and Arthur’s, were numbered.

Realistically, Charles may not have stumbled upon Arthur’s remains for weeks, maybe even months. By then, time and nature would have taken their toll. Left exposed to the elements, scavengers would likely have picked Arthur’s body clean, leaving behind only bones. Rain, wind, and sunlight would have further eroded what was left, leaving a weathered skeleton, possibly unrecognizable as the man Charles once knew.

The game itself offers a glimpse of what a decayed body looks like in its world. Arthur occasionally stumbles upon long-abandoned homesteads or corpses, their identities erased by time, with only bones and scraps of skin or hair remaining.

Imagining Charles finding Arthur in such a state is heartbreaking. I can’t help but picture the overwhelming guilt he’d feel, seeing his friend reduced to a pile of remains, knowing Arthur had died alone and was left without a proper burial.

At this stage of decomposition, Arthur’s body would have already begun to return to the earth. The natural process of decay means that as soft tissues break down, they nourish the surrounding environment. Fungi and bacteria consume what remains, transforming flesh into nutrients for plants and animals. Perhaps, by the time Charles arrived, Arthur’s body was already entwined with the landscape—grass and wildflowers sprouting where his blood had soaked into the soil.

It’s a grim yet oddly beautiful image. Arthur Morgan, a man who spent so much of his life trying to redeem himself and do right by others, becoming part of the natural world he loved dearly. A man who gave everything he had to the people he saw as family. Always giving, giving, giving. Until there is absolutely nothing left but his body, and yet he gives that to the Earth too.

I imagine Charles, determined to honor his friend, carefully gathering what remained—bone fragments, perhaps even a few lock of Arthur’s hair and bits of clothing. Wrestling with the forces of nature to reclaim his friend from the earth. Despite the difficulty, Charles would have ensured Arthur’s remains were laid to rest properly, in a place where the flowers could bloom in his memory, and the earth could cradle him in peace.

Call me morbid, but there’s something hauntingly beautiful about this idea: that Arthur, a man shaped by the rugged wilderness, would ultimately be reclaimed by it. His story, his legacy, and even his physical form returning to the land he roamed freely.

Don’t even get me started on his reincarnation as a Buck.

[yell0wsalt]

Fic: To Etch the Stars in Your Eyes

For @meljaymicrofics Day 11: Like a Star by Corinne Bailey Rae

Relationships: Jayce Talis/Mel Medarda

Rating: G

Summary: Dates, even in the early stages of a relationship, don't always go according to plan. When a downpour washes plans but unveils something more intimate

Meljay college AU feat. art student!Mel and engineering student!Jayce

word count: 1359

The weatherman lied. Oftimes Jayce complained they were of the few people who could consistently be incorrect about what the weather forecast would be and yet still keep their job over many years.

Mel understood the sentiment. In those instances, she would nudge Jayce by his side with a thin smile and try to rationalize the predictability, or lack thereof, in weather reporting.

However as they bolted from their car to The Last Drop, Mel was at her limit, inclined to side with Jayce tonight. Her hair was sopping wet and clothes clung to her sickeningly. Almost as disturbing as the sloshing of water she felt in her shoes in each step.

Really thought she stepped over that puddle far enough, but perception was askew in the torrential downpours, it seemed.

Tugging Jayce all the while to get out of the rain as fast as possible, the couple rushed through the front door and before Vander could as so much say a greeting to the chime, let alone comment on the state of their dress, Mel rushed out a “Hi– bye–” before taking the steps two at a time to her apartment upstairs.

Vander’s curious gaze followed them while absentmindedly drying off the glass cup he was cleaning at the time.

“Let me get another round, my good sir!”

“Ah- yeah. On it,” he confirmed to the customer before stealing one last look at Mel and the man she brought with her.

****

“Whew! I never thought we would have ever made it out of that mess alive. That was a disaster.” Finally back in her space, a small studio she rented out from Vander while she was attending University of Piltover, Mel rushed about closing the door behind them and tidying up any residual articles she wished to organize.

Meanwhile, Jayce remained by the entrance mat to Mel’s studio, as if almost afraid to move or make himself comfortable in her space.

Only when Mel realized he was completely stationary, did she pause her tornadoing in organization and check on him with bleeding concern.

“I’m sorry, Mel,” he mumbled sheepishly. Any higher and the threat of his voice cracking would be imminent.

“For what?”

“We were supposed to have a nice date night out and it completely washed. Literally and figuratively,” he muttered.

“It’s not like you control the weather,” Mel joked. Pressing her lips against his, she smiled into the kiss. “And I had a lovely time, make no mistake. The night is still young. We can still have the rest of the night to ourselves. Though–” Mel’s face pinched as if her nose caught onto an offensive odor. “Clean and dry clothes take priority. Okay?”

Jayce finally allowed himself to pull his shoulders from his ears and smile. “Okay.”

“Now do you want to use the shower first? Or shall I?”

“It’s your place, Mel. You go ahead.”

“And you’re my guest.”

Counterpoints darted back and forth as a childish debate until Mel eventually relented, pulling spare clean clothes for the both of them. Jayce took a seat on the couch with a towel laid out under him.

“Also pay no mind to Elora in case she comes out,” Mel called from the bathroom. “A bit, err, enthusiastic at times and certainly too smart for her own good.”

Jayce’s head twitched in curiosity. “Wait. Elora? Who–” At that point the question lingering on his tongue was drowned out by the running water in the room next door.

Drumming his fingers against his thighs, Jayce looked around with interest, taking in this being the first time he’s visited Mel’s studio. For an art student, and all the projects she had lined up, Jayce was almost surprised how neat and organized the layout was, especially for a tiny space. University residency was brutal in the heart of the city.

Themes of black, white and gold were consistent elements throughout her choice in decoration with a couple of plants on the shelves by the window. Jayce squinted in studying them afar then relaxed into a soft chuckle at the drawn conclusion they were fake.

Coming from the bathroom, Jayce picked up the soft hums of a melody unfamiliar to him. It was beautiful, soothing, and enticed him to lean back on the couch and get swept away by Mel’s song. Didn’t know she could sing. Right as he laid on the precipice of doing so, several chirps playing with Mel’s song startled him.

They weren’t coming from the bathroom. The chirps were much much closer. Perched on the opposite side of the couch, a small white and brown bird harmonized with Mel’s humming.

Elora, Jayce presumed.

The bird did their own thing, bopping their head and hopping along the couch playfully, eliciting laughter from Jayce.

And then– Jayce slowly began to understand the weight of Mel’s warning earlier when she spoke of Elora's enthusiasm.

The bird got bold.

Following a couple bounces in momentum, Elora launched herself from the couch, hopping around the multitude of shelves and furniture Mel had arranged in her studio.

Jayce hissed for Elora to come back to him. Stay contained in the bubble constructed only in his mind containing the couch the two were previously having fun on. Elora seemed skilled in the art of selective hearing, choosing to pay no mind to Jayce’s desperate calls for her, in that moment more attracted to the obstacle courses of art supplies.

With Mel still freshening herself up, Jayce grit his teeth taking the initiative to reel Elora in and make sure she didn’t get overzealous, potentially messing up any of Mel’s art assignments.

A 6’1” well-built man chasing after a nimble pet bird through a studio apartment was a scenario straight out of a sitcom as Jayce’s efforts were nothing short of a disaster. Several minutes attempting to reel Elora was a positively fruitless endeavor. She ultimately dove through the gap between his hands just to land back in her cage, seemingly tired of the perceived teasing.

Jayce caught his breath and hung his head only to bristle at the chaotic path of destruction he aided in creating. Swearing under his breath, Jayce rushed to right the tipped over paintings then the opened series of sketchbooks sprawled about.

One by one they were carefully stacked to a neat tower on the coffee table. Doing a final walkthrough of the former mess, Jayce stopped in his tracks catching a notebook partially slid under a folded easel. Releasing it from its trap, Jayce froze.

“Hey Jayce, bathroom’s free for you to– Oh,” muttering a swear. Shit.

“Mel?” Turning to his girlfriend, Jayce remained wide-eyed and slack jawed, torn between processing the woman before him or the contents of the sketchbook. “You… you sketched… me?”

Gnawing on her lower lip, taking careful steps toward Jayce, Mel smiled faintly. “From an outsider’s perspective, being an art student may look like fun and games. Messing with paints, designs, creative styles and other mediums. However, forcing art can often burn out as a shooting star crashing to earth.”

Once by Jayce’s side, she allowed him to flip the next several pages of her sketchbook. Covering the pages were different poses and candid expressions of Jayce running the gamut of joy, anger, sadness, and frustration. “But with you, it flows through as naturally as breathing.”

Setting the sketchbook aside, Jayce intertwined his fingers with hers. “You have a gift, Mel. These sketches… all of your art, really, is inspiring.”

Slowly, yet deliberately, Mel slipped one of her hands free from Jayce’s in favor of sliding it up his chest. Leaning in halfway, her breath hitched.

In that moment, Jayce moved in closer, sealing the gap between their lips.

When the seal broke, Jayce traced a mindless pattern along Mel’s cheek and jawline, settling to cradle her chin with his index finger and thumb.

“It is an honor and privilege to love and be loved by you, Mel Medarda.” Jayce placed one more caring kiss, dissolving the rest of the world and night around them away to oblivion.

Pulling back for a breath, Mel murmured by his lips, “I could say the very same.”

[echantedtoon]

A Lovers' Circle (Poly Haishira x Reader) Ch28 Epilogue

Taglist: @shadyd3ar @jcrml

@tengensangel @miniverse-zen @mysteri0uz @jjamsbangtan

@the-unknown-fandom

@lavenderdropp @mimisweetz. @purplesoulsapphire

@kksmush @denkpanda18 @whomisi @lessthanimperfect @silver-rin

@namis-noodlebox

@k1ttyluverz @akiramente

@rascalraccoon @ravenclawkae1

@gilded-sunrays @crescent-blades

@yukari1k @bloodymarysgirl21

@artbyrebel @abaker74 @lunarluna9482

@rainbowidol @lanabanoms @whatarewe-choppedliver

(Hey everyone. I just wanted to thank everyone who read this far and liked my story enough to read it to it's end. I had a lot of fun writing it and it makes me happy knowing some people loved it enough to read it fully. If you liked this consider checking out my other works. Thanks to everyone for reading this, faving it, or leaving a nice comment. And thank you to Koyoharu Gotouge for creating such wonderful characters and giving me the opportunity to make this wonderful story.)

-ONE YEAR LATER-

The busy Hussle and bussle of the daycare was nothing new to you as you went about your business helping to get children checked out to their parents as usual after a long day of them taking classes and doing their part time jobs before coming back to collect their children at the end of the day. You were not different just having handed over a babbling baby over to her very tired looking mom and waved as she turned.

"Bye, Ms. Kokori. See you again next Monday! Safe driving now!," you cheerfully said as the woman left with her baby waving her tiny arms and babbling loudly.

As she approached the door, a white haired figure came up from the outside. Upon noticing the woman and baby, the figure opened the door and stepped back to allow her to walk through before he himself stepped inside. You smiled instantly at who had just walked into the lobby.

"Sanemi! Hi!" You beamed noticing the fact your partner had come walking into the lobby. "On time as usual I see. Did the cold get to you?"

In response the man in the thick cost shivered before shaking his head no. "No but I can't wait for spring to kick in that warm weather already. Burr. If it's this cold, I don't care what Tengen says, I'm not going out for Valentine's Day!"

It's hard to believe that it's been nearly a whole year since that fateful day. Possibly the best day of your life and now look at you all. You were in one giant happy healthy relationship with partners whom loved you very much, with a preschool internship lined up for you after you graduate this year, your partners were all going to graduate this year too, and you're much happier and healthier than you've ever been your entire life! All it took was a few more dates and deciding to give this a chance.

"I'm planning on just staying home and watching a movie. Maybe we all can have one big sleepover!"

He nodded. "Sounds like a plan. With take out and crap."

"Oh. Speaking of food.." He watched as you reached under the counter and pulled out a warm small box that instantly had him light up upon seeing it. "It's been a while since I made you some so here's some ohagi."

"Holy fu- Have I ever told you how much I love you?!" 

You giggled as he took the box from you. "Lots of times."

He instantly opened it up and reached inside, pulling out a single ohagi and in one bite biting it in half. He hummed contently at the warm sweet taste filling up his cold body. "I missed this so much. Oh my gods." His voice was slightly muffled by the food as he looked around. "Where's Mei?"

"He's helping clean the nursery since the last baby was picked up. We're deep cleaning the entire daycare today including the lobby." You gestured to where he stood. "But first we gotta wait for all the kids to get picked up. Speaking of which, you'd probably want Koto by now. Let me go get him. Oh. And all of you are still coming to dinner this Sunday to meet my aunt and Murata right?"

He nodded. You had definitely wanted your partners to meet your best friend and aunt. Your Aunt Dakita had been absolutely THRILLED about the idea of meeting them all while Murata you had to literally beg and pester him for two months before he agreed to finally come over and meet them all.

"Take your time. This is gonna be his last year here after all."

Ah. He was right. Koto was three right now but once he turned four he'd finally be old enough to be enrolled into the local preschool that taught kids and prepared them for their first grade elementary school. So this was going to be his last year here before Sanemi graduated and he'd be moved to Kimetsu Preschool. Right next to the Kimetsu Academy...Huh.

You paused as you turned to go retrieve his baby brother in thought. "Huh..Hey, Sanemi." He perked up in attention as you turned to him. "This is Kimetsu University, but the local school and preschool are Kimetsu Preschool and Kimetsu Academy. Do you this that all those two schools and the university are run by the same chairman?"

....He shrugged. "The hel- HECK if I know. I heard there's gonna be a new turnover at the local schools though. Maybe we can get a job there. It'd be great to teach at the same school my siblings are going to."

You nodded. "It would be wouldn't it?" You simply turned to go get Koto, you were just imagining things anyways.

The distant sounds of papers being shuffled on the desk was nothing new to the woman whom had done this for more than three years now, her heels clicking and echoing off the hall's walls as she got closer and closer to the office door. Without even knocking, she had opened up the door with a creak and let herself in walking up to a grand antique desk covered in more stacks of papers, some pens and pencils, and a two framed photos. One was of a coworker of hers with white hair and unique purple eyes. The other framed photos was five children that looked very much alike in school uniforms and smiling at the camera, four girls and one boy.

"Mr. Chairman, I've brought you the documents you had asked for."

The stack of papers was gently placed in front of the man admiring the children's photos with a soft smile seemingly not even having heard her but she knew better by now. A cheerful hum left his throat from how he slowly looked away from the picture and glanced at the stack of papers before him.

"I've also been getting some concerned comments from parents about Me. Rengoku's abilities as the senior gym instructor. Some are expressing that he's pushing the kendo and track teams too hard during training."

"That's because the last instructor failed to motivate and move them forward so they aren't used to working hard in physical activities. Mr. Shinjuro is doing a better job than I had imagined. Don't worry about the parents. I'll deal with any concerns at the next parent teacher conference."

"If you say so, Sir." She silently watched as he picked up the papers and began to casually flip through them. "May I ask you a question, Sir?" He hummed a yes without looking at her. "May I ask why you wanted me to pull up these specific student files from your university?"

The papers in his hands were all student files from Kimetsu University. All complete with photos and identification and grade records. She was confused why she wanted these twelve files specifically. They all had different names. Kanae Kocho. Giyuu Tomioka. Iguro Obanai. She had no idea why the Chairman would want these specific files. The only thing they had in common was that they were set to graduate this year if they kept their studies up. 

"Oh. No reason in particular." He smiled placing the stack to the side. "I just think having new possible candidates for my staff is very useful. Don't you agree, Nakime."

She didn't answer at first. These weren't the only files she pulled up for him. Another file had been for a music major, Kyogai something, she had forgotten his last name. And one a frw months ago, a woman by the name of Y/n L/n that was employed at the K U. daycare center, and the Chairman had sent an offer for an internship for his new preschool.

"I suppose so but wouldn't it be wiser to look at all the graduating candidates for this year, Mr. Ubuyashiki?"

"Actually I think I have made up my mind."

******

[kittenfangirl20]

Adele couldn’t stop crying, she did this all for Charlie. But that didn’t keep her from feeling disgusting. She just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. She was just thankful that she was already pregnant so Evan couldn’t impregnate her. Once home Lucifer cleaned her and afterwards he put her in soft pajamas to relax in.

Adele: I am so sorry I did that, I hate myself for doing that.

Lucifer: You shouldn’t feel that way, Evan forced you into that position. I could never hate you.

Adele placed her head on Lucifer’s chest feeling loved by her husband.

Adele: I want you to kill them for me for everything they did.

Lucifer: I vow that I won’t stop until they are both dead.

Adele: Thank you, also please don’t tell our children what happened to me. Especially Cain, I know he would try to avenge me.

Lucifer: I promise, I will do anything you desire.

Lucifer had the chefs make Adele’s favorite food, ribs. While Adele ate Lucifer brushed her long hair. It was such long and thick wavy hair. Once Adele joked about cutting it and Lucifer begged her not to do it because he loved her hair so much.

Adele: You know that I love you right?

Lucifer: Of course I do and I love you very much as well.

Lucifer even canceled the meetings for the day just so he could be with Adele. He just mentioned that Adele was feeling under the weather and everyone understood since she was with child. Lucifer held Adele while she slept feeling guilty that he was unable to stop this.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

(The Bride of Lucifer AU)

(This AU will have fem Adam who will be named Adele and my voice choice for her will be Idina Menzel who was the original Elphaba on Broadway and the voice of Elsa in the Frozen movies)

Long ago there was a golden city called Heaven ruled over by a benevolent being named God who created angels to bring light and goodness to all he created. His most powerful angel and most attractive angel was a being created from a morningstar that God named Lucifer Morningstar. Because he had God’s favor the other angels looked upon Lucifer with scorn wondering why he had the favor of God especially his twin brother Michael. Lucifer was lonely and made a wish to have someone he could love with all of his heart and would love him with all of their heart. One day God asked for Lucifer to come to Earth specifically the Garden of Eden, a special place that was full of life and peace.

Lucifer: You asked for me to come here Holy Father?

God moved aside and Lucifer was amazed at the beautiful being before him. She was a woman, but she wasn’t an angel. She had long brown hair that went to her knees. She had soft skin with a light tan and a light sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks and nose. Her large eyes were honey brown framed by soft fluffy eyelashes. She was taller than Lucifer, but for some reason he didn’t mind. She had large breasts and curves at her hips giving her an hour glass figure. She was completely naked except for a veil made from spider silk used to weave webs and a crown made of flowers. God explained that this was a human woman named Adele, a new species he had created and she was to be Lucifer’s wife.

Lucifer: My wife?

God explained that usually humans would love and breed with other humans, but he made an exception with Adele because she was his greatest creation and Lucifer had wished for a companion. A wife was someone you made love to and she would bear children, Adele was made to love Lucifer and Lucifer would now love her as well. Lucifer then felt something enter his heart as he looked upon his bride and he knew it was love. He also felt his body react in a way he never felt before, a very good feeling that he realized was desire.

Adele: I hope I am to your liking because I am happy that I was created to love you.

Lucifer’s heart fluttered, even her voice was divine. God had Lucifer and Adele hold hands and say the vows that would forever bind them as husband and wife. They were then told to kiss which they both did eagerly. God said he was giving the newly married couple alone time to get to know each other in all ways before he would have some other angels come back to create another human couple.

Not only was Adele beautiful, but she was very smart in naming things in the garden and showing them to her husband. They had spent the whole day going around the garden looking at plants and animals, it was clear his bride loved nature.

Adele: I thought you would like this one the best, it's a yellow duck.

Lucifer smiled: It's adorable darling.

Adele smiled and held the little duckling close to her, she petted it with her finger. Lucifer couldn't take his eyes off of her, she was mesmerizing. She let the duckling go and turned to Lucifer.

Adele got a soft flush to her cheeks: Would...... Would you want to mate with me?

Lucifer felt his desire rise and he felt his dick twitch, something it's never done before.

Lucifer: I would love to.

Adele laid down on the soft lush green grass, her hair all around her and a shy look on her face as she spread her legs showing off the most delicate part of her body.

Lucifer removed his robe and hovered over her, hands on either side of her head and he slowly guided himself into her welcoming wet cavern. She took all of him, Adele gasped and moaned he felt so good and she felt so full.

He did what felt natural and thrusted into her as he kissed her lips, Adele held onto him, she never wanted to let him go.

Lucifer: You're so perfect, perfect for me.

Adele: Oh Luci.~

Lucifer reached down and played with her clit, something just told him to do so and it helped his bride climax, Adele spasmed around him and Lucifer moaned at the feeling. He came inside of her as deeply as he could.

Adele: I hope we made a baby.

Lucifer: Me too. I love you.

Adele: I love you too Luci.

They kissed again and gazed deeply into each other's eyes.

Adele: Say you'll always love me

Lucifer: I will love you always.

[kaiokentimesten]

Top three jobs I want

meteorologist

professional rug cleaner

professional car detailer

[lifeline-zone]

summer on the summer island

[darkmothsy]

I did my makeuuuupp

[elenadoeslife]

It took many repeats of wiping down the dresser with vinegar & lemon mixed with water to give her a decent clean (it used to be in a room where people smoked), but after about 3 hours I got rid of most of the smell and brown tarnish 🍋

Dusk lighting doesn't do her justice, so I'll take some pictures tomorrow :) she's a beauty!

[astraioskosmos]

Everytime Ms Kille comes around I always make a point to offer her Raveline Wine and I'm not sure if that's cruel of me or not

[skwivr]

-

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio was last seen with the lost postman ... yep ... he's gorn and done it and gone again! The stand in man on the radio is confused by the buttons ... however ... tis not the usual differently buttoned gentleman, tis another gentleman altogether and he's enjoying himself announcing one tune and playing another. Great craic! Weatherwise we're looking at grey with a hint of rain and the slightest of breezes ... so quite tropical really for this time of year. The traffic lady announces collision after collision and road closure after road closure on yet another motorists' madness Monday.

Today’s groaner: A professor sits with a farmer on a train. Bored, the professor says to the farmer: "I’ll ask you a question, if you can't answer it, you give me 5 euro; then you ask me a question, if I can't answer it, I give you 500 euro, what do you think?" The farmer nods. The professor asks the farmer: "What is the distance between the Earth and the Moon?" The farmer silently takes out 5 euro and gives it to the professor. The farmer asks the professor: "What animal has three legs when ascending a mountain and four legs when descending a mountain?" The professor thinks hard but can't find an answer, so he reluctantly gives 500 euro to the farmer. The farmer takes the 500 euro and prepares to nap. The professor asks: "What animal is it!?" The farmer takes out 5 euro, gives it to the professor and then falls asleep ;-D badoom tish … here all week!!

Mr Snippy is taking it easy this morning. Can't blame him. If I could fit on the chair like that and examine some clothing at close quarters for a wee while, that would definitely also be my inclination. He is blep boy, snoozer extraordinaire and quite prepared to take out his temper on any and all soft furnishings. He's dreaming fairly furiously at this point ... legs twitching, cheeks billowing and there's periodic loud 'bwoofs'. That must be one hell of a duvet he's taking on.

Monday, Monday, Monday ... cake to be made, coffee to be drunk and cursory glances given in the general direction of the vacuum cleaner ... I know what to do with the first two items, the latter one ... well ... careful and prolonged ponderance shall be given ...

[mars-ipan]

hyper…..