#and was cooking and doing the washing up and doing my errands for me. i would simply fucking say thank you?

[coldflasher]

currently one week into a two-week stay with a terrible relative who needed help recovering from an operation and because i'm the only competent adult who was willing to do it (my dad literally lives with her but is both incompetent and unwilling) and i just. do not know how much more of this i can tolerate

she has the most TERRIBLE opinions and every morning when i sit down she'll just say something AWFUL and i have no choice but to respond because how on earth can you sit and listen to someone say something so repugnant and NOT say something. the one good thing i can say about her is that she isn't a tory but every other terrible evil little box you could tick, she probably fits it

i'm sure you're wondering, quite fairly, why i have even come here knowing this is the case. just to clarify, she has NEVER been this overtly awful before. like don't get me wrong, i knew she had some questionable opinions and i've butted heads with her about her views before but it's never been on this level. i think that now i'm an adult she feels free to go full mask off with everything and i'm like listen i'm usually in favour of unmasking but in this case can you put that shit back on, right the fuck now, preferably with superglue. and then apply said superglue to your mouth

the only reason i haven't just fucking walked out already is because my brother is coming down here on wednesday to see her for the first time since he started on testosterone, and i am genuinely concerned about how this woman will react because like. i'm sure saying she's also a transphobe will come as a shock to no one and for obvious reasons no one has told her... but when she actually sees him and hears him speak in person i feel like she's going to you know. catch on. fairly quickly. and i need to be here so i can back him up against the potential fallout and so i can get him out if things turn nasty. like it's not that i think she'd be able to DO anything, she's an old woman and she's just had surgery, but like. i'm obviously not gonna leave my brother to deal with that shit by himself

but yeah every minute i spend here is slowly crushing my soul to powder and making me feel unwell at the idea that there are real people who fucking think like this. and not only do they think it but they're willing to SAY IT and think it's a normal fucking thing to believe!!! and then when i go "what the fuck is wrong with you" and argue back she acts like there's something wrong with ME!!!! LIKE I'M THE BAD PERSON??? HUHHHHHHH???

[in-a-faith-forgottenn-land]

i feels so bad and guilty today bc i didn’t do any chores around the house today

[reverecurrent]

hi. how are the beloved mutuals this fine wednesday evening <3

[ghostie-luvs]

Yandere! Rent-a-boyfriend!(Part 2) <3

part one!

300 FOLLOWER SPECIAL!!

  TW: stalking, kidnapping (not towards reader)

    *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who managed to leave from his company of which he was rented of just to stay with you. He could never imagine trying to date someone else, that’d be cheating! He even managed to get you to agree to let him stay with you! My, he was so elated when you agreed.

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who begged you to be his partner, for the both of you to be official, not just some past time for which you tried to get over your ex for, but really be together.

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who smiled brightly when you agreed, going to wrap you up in his arms, hugging you tightly as he pressed kisses all over your face, muttering about how much he loved you, and that he’d never leave you. Especially now that you had let him stayed.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who learned more about you, and even your ex, since he’d always be there for you when you suddenly needed to let things out and more. He hates seeing you hurt and in pain. He even deleted all your pictures of your ex just to help you out! My, he’s so helpful, isn’t he such a good boyfriend? He absolutely hates your ex for hurting you, I mean, how could they? You’re an angel, and he’ll show you just what it means to be safe and loved.

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who began to leave the house more often, since you were always busy and offered to run errands if you ever needed it.

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who, one day, when you asked him to go shopping, decided he had enough time to well, visit someone. He had went shopping first, buying everything that you needed for meals that you two would cook together, which had become tradition now. He even bought a treat or two, just to show how much he really appreciated you, something sweet or salty, both really, just to please you if you didn’t like the other.

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who pulled up his car to a certain person’s house, where did he get the information? Who knows! maybe every time he leaves for errands, he always has extra time to, well, follow someone. But he stepped into the house, finding his target, catching them by surprise as he immobilized the person, and him soon even knocking them out.

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who discreetly was able to lay the person in his passenger seat, not one person knowing-or at least he hopes-as he gets in his car and drives. He drives to his own house, and as he arrives, he carries the unconscious person inside, even bringing them down to the basement as he ties them up to a chair.

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who waits for the person to wake up, and only smiles as he duct tapes his mouth as to not make any sound. He leaves the person confused and desperate to get out, the sound of the basement door clicking shut and locked.

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who, days later, is cuddling with you on the couch, after he had begged for you to sit down at least and let him cuddle you of course, his head nuzzling into your neck, when you’re watching the news, and working on something important as the announcer on your screen suddenly talks about a missing person.

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who pays no mind to the announcer, but raises his head as he hears you gasp, his brows furrowing and a frown resting on his lips as he looks to the screen and only feigned ignorance, looking at you, “isn’t that..your ex?”

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who begins to comfort you as you only nod to his question, wrapping his arms around you as he nuzzles his nose into your neck once more. “It’s alright, love, you have me now, no need to worry about them.”

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who feels you tense up at his words, his words leaving an unsettling feeling in your stomach before he kisses you, making all your worries wash away. After all, how could he ever do anything wrong? He always makes you feel so loved and safe. Isn’t that right?

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ You’re his, and he’s yours. That’s the way it should be. Now no one, can hurt you, darling.

A/N: A lot of you seemed to love him so I decided on a part two for him for my special (though I feel like this is short, m so sorry! :( ),, and thank you so much for 300 followers, it makes me so happy !! <3 But I do hope you all love this work (but it’s okay if you don’t,, any constructive criticism is welcomed) and know that he’s still a little silly guy just wanting your attention, kay , darling? (Aha) :) Neways,, reblogs are appreciated as usual and I love you all <3

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[gaiathemexicanbeauty]

desperate sex with sanji | sanji drabble (18+)

18+ POST SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

sanji and you have been waiting all day and you're finally alone ♡

warnings: nsfw without barely any plot below the line, lots of praise, men whimpering (yeahhahahhahahah), p in v, afab reader!, pretty much quick and fast sex lol, this is mostly for anime sanji but i'm not gonna be the one to limit who you want this to be

"been w-waiting for this alllll dayy.." sanji whines as he pushes your legs up and apart, looking down at you with a look that elicits a soft moan out of you. it's not like you hadn't seen him all day; in fact, you had spent the day running errands together, cooked lunch together, all the good stuff that comes out of being in a relationship. what had set the two of you off was everything that had conspired that morning. your head in sanji's lap and sucking him for all he was worth, soft moans leaving you every time his fingers stroked deep inside you. the two of you had been SO close, you could have gone to sleep that night without thinking of having sex but a hard knock at the door had gone and ruined the whole thing. but now you were alone again.

sanji buries his face in your breasts with a shaky sigh of relief, a soft gasp leaving you when you feel him lick a stripe between them. your back arches as soft whines leave you when his lips find your nipples and suck on them until he leaves them perky and raw, leaving sloppy kisses on them before he pulls away. "you're absolutely stunning like this.." he says in between pants, shakily starting to line himself up with your slit. "p-please, sanji, hurry, pleeease.." you moan when he rubs only his tip against you, clearly trying to make this last. "i know, i know, beautiful, i'll make you feel so good soon, i promise." he says with a shaky voice, finally letting himself slip past your slit and making the two of you moan in unison.

he really had planned to take it easy, let the moment last like he normally did. but once he felt the way you clenched around him, he knew he was done for. a desperate sort of sound leaves him before he immediately starts to pound into you, making a loud moan leave you as your hands find his hair and tug on it. he nearly drools at the feeling, swallowing thickly as he pushes your legs further back for more access and to watch the way your breasts bounce with each thrust. "gods, p-please, gorgeous.." he whines as he massages your thighs, beads of sweat already beginning to form on his forehead. you can barely do anything but babble, too blissed out to do anything but take him. "soooo nice and tight for me, t-thank you for m-making me feel so goood." he says, the occasional whimper leaving him with every stroke inside of you.

more quickly than he wants, he can feel the coil inside him of tightening to the point of no return, a pathetic cry leaving him as he pushes your legs further apart to wrap them around his waist. he buries his face in between your breasts again, making you let out a cry of your own as he considerably picks up the pace of his hips; his words are becoming so slurred you can barely understand him. "pleasebabyplease, inside, l-let me cuminside, oh g-gods!" he cries out, leaving sloppy kisses over any skin he can reach. "p-pleaseee!" is the only response you can manage, pulling at his hair as you feel your own orgasm washing over you. before he even realizes it, pathetic whines and whimpers are slipping out of him as he cums hard, not stopping his hips for anything as you can only meet his own sounds with loud moans. your thighs twitch and shake as you let sanji ride out his orgasm, something that proves hard with the way he can't seem to get enough. without pausing, he gives you a breathless smile, this time grabbing your hips to press them impossibly closer to his. "o-one more time?"

can you guess who my favorite one piece character is yet another drabble before class bc i have 4 hours of nothing to do LMAOAO

[dabuggh3]

Literally so random I remembered when I watched one of Hamzah’s old streams and he said he loves being shirtless in the kitchen with his alexa 😭so that’s what kinda inspired this. ENJOY!! ALSO THANK U FOR 140 FOLLOWERS 😞 I love you guys ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི

Weekend with Hamzah ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

You and Hamzah haven’t been able to see each other since you both were so busy, you were busy with work and he was moving into a new place. And finally after Hamzah settled in, he invited you to come and stay over. You pack your bags for the weekend and some extra essentials you wanted to keep at Hamzah’s.

It’s Friday night and you arrive at his apartment, walking up the stairs and knocking . Not even 2 minutes pass when the door opens and you see Hamzah, grinning . “Hi babyy” he pulls you in through the front door, giving you a hug kissing your cheek. “ Hiii babee” you say hugging him tighter. “Show me around!!” you say excited.

Hamzah gives you a tour of the whole apartment, showing you how much bigger his kitchen is, his patreon corner, his bedroom ect. “ Yea that’s all” he says sitting on the edge of his bed turning to look at you, “I love it”. You put on your pajama’s and put away extra clothes and essentials in a drawer in Hamzah’s bedroom and bathroom that he saved for you.

Hamzah peeks into the bathroom,“ Do you wanna order in food?” “ Yesss let’s get Chick-fil-A”. The food comes and you guys eat it on the couch while watching Tangled. The movie ends and Hamzah starts singing “ Somethingggguuh that I wannnt” he gets up grabbing Red and making him dance. While you grab Blue making him do the same thing.

You wake up with the sun hitting your face and Hamzah clinging onto you. You turn facing Hamzah, who’s dead asleep. You can’t help but stare admiring, his chest slowly rising up and down ,his long lashes, the mole above his lip. You give him a peck on his lips before you get up to wash your teeth.

You come out the restroom and see Hamzah still half asleep sitting shirtless on the edge of the bed facing you as he rubs his eyes. He looks up at you, “ Why did you brush your teeth without me” he says in a low sleepy tone. You can’t help but smile seeing how cute he looks. “ I’m sorry“ you walk towards him wrapping your arms around his neck. He hugs your waist and lays back, having you lay on his chest. Then he turns now laying on top of you.

You guys lay there for a little, “ Go brush your teeth babe”, all you get in response is a grunt. “ Cmonn, I’ll go with you?” “Okay!” Hamzah says smiling, immediately getting up. You look at him grinning shaking your head as he grabs your hand taking you with him. He finishes and you both head to the kitchen.

Hamzah walks in opening the fridge asking what you wanted to eat. You both end up agreeing on French Toast. You guys play music as you both gather the ingredients and start cooking. You dip the bread into the mixture as Hamzah cooks and flips them.

North by Clario starts playing and Hamzah looks at you while singing. He grabs you and starts swaying and dancing with you. You both are grinning and laughing. “Oh shittt” Hamzah says as he turns, flipping over the burnt piece of toast, “ I’ll eat this one” he says scrunching his nose clenching his teeth, you both laugh. You both eat and get ready to go run errands.

After a long day you guys come back home and rest. You and Hamzah sit on the couch in your matching pajamas playing Fortnite. “ Wait I think I see someone” “ Where?”. Someone comes up from the hill and attacks you. “ HAMZAHHHHH” “ WHEREEE OH I SE-IM COMING IM COMING”. Hamzah comes and starts attacking them while your character is on the ground “ LEAVE MY GIRLFRIEND ALONEEE AUGHHH”

He ends up killing them and he runs back to revive your character, “ Don’t worry baby daddy’s here” he says in a cocky tone and turns smirking at you. “ Never mind let me die” you say side eyeing him holding in your laugh. You guys continue playing till you both get tired and head off to bed.

The next morning you guys wake up and eat breakfast. You pack your bags to go back home. Hamzah helps collect your things and walks you out to your car. He places your things in the car and you turn around, seeing his eyebrows scrunched and eyes squinted as the sun beams on his face. “ I’ll see you next weekend okay” you lean, giving him a kiss. “ Okay” he says trying not to seem bothered. “ Okay byee mr nonchalant” you say poking his stomach. He flinches then smiles.

You walk over getting into your car ready to drive off. Hamzah follows, closing your door then leaning on your car door. Hamzah just stares at you not leaning away from your car. “Stopppp I’ll be backkk, if anything you can come and stay over!” “ I knowww…okay bye before I pull you out of the car and make you stay” “ I mean I wouldn’t refuse……” you say looking up at him. Hamzah squints his eyes and smiles “ ….Okay byeee I love you” “ Byeee I love you more”.

Sorry for not posting I was on vacation and then got sad but I’m okay now I missed you guys. I tried writing a longer story this time I feel like my ff are always short😭 I don’t hate it tho but I hope you guys will like the kinda long ones too. And like always sorry for any typos.☕️

Your matching pjs😍😍😍 ( lmaoooo I laughed so

hard when I found this)

[being-addie]

Sunday Resets

Setting aside time for yourself is so important. I don't think people understand how vital it is to pay attention to your body and just take a day to let your body r-e-l-a-x. We're all so busy fighting to reach the top, that while climbing the corporate ladder, we lose ourselves somewhere along the way. Burnout, depression, and monotony come into play when we don't listen to our bodies telling us they need a break.

Once every two weeks or so, on a Sunday, I turn off all my notifications and have a day dedicated to me. Giving my body some TLC, resting and preparing for the next week. If I have plans on a Sunday, such as brunch or a meeting, I shift that day to Saturday, or at the very least, a day where I have at least 4-5 hours to spend leisurely.

Things I like to do on my Sunday resets:

Wake up early/sleep in: Depending on my mood, and how much sleep I've had during the week, I'll either be up at the crack of dawn or still in bed till it's nearly noon. There's no shame in staying in bed till 11:30 if you're particularly exhausted, but I recommend waking up at least before 11 AM because then you'll feel tired and groggy (of course, this doesn't apply to everyone)

Clean my room: I always make my bed without fail, and if my room is messy, then I'll clean it. Clean the vanity table, my desk, closet, art cupboard and bookshelf, and then the bathroom. If my mom needs help around the house, I do that too.

Food: I make myself a good breakfast, taking time to move around the kitchen and just breathe. I'm getting to eat good food, the sun is shining and I'm alive. It's great. Sometimes my dad cooks for the whole family and we just sit and eat together.

The Everything Shower: I take my Everything Shower on Sundays, where I wash my hair, deep condition, use a hair and face mask, exfoliate and do a face massage. I don't shave because I get my waxing done in a salon. I then slather myself in cocoa butter lotion and apply lip balm. Then do my hair routine (curly hair). It takes a few hours, but it's worth it.

The Next Week: I prep for the next week by cooking something I can take to my classes, like granola bars or homemade pita chips. I also sit down and plan my schedule (any dinners, meetings, parties, etc) and make a rough plan of my goals for the week, like assignments and deadlines.

Errands: I usually make a list of things I need to do during the week, like any specific separate groceries that I use, art supplies I'm low on, or needing to top up the air in my tyres. Then I go complete all of those in the afternoon.

Walks: In the evening, I take a walk around the block with a friend. I usually am too busy to do this during the week, so getting some fresh air is always a treat.

Relax: The rest of the evening is spent relaxing. I watch Netflix with my family, chat with my younger sister, read a novel/play the piano/write poetry. We have dinner together and then either watch a movie or just spend the time talking about our week, or the news. It's fun.

Double-check: Before I go to sleep, I make sure to double-check that my work is done, my bag is packed, clothes are folded and all my devices are charged. I'm in bed by 10:30 PM.

Remember that not all Sundays will be like this. Sometimes I'm extremely drained, so I'll sleep in, order food and just lay in bed recuperating. It's okay to take a rest day. This guide is if you want to be more productive, and it helps the week go smoother. Be the person who has their life in charge. You've got this.

<3

[midnightjewel]

“It was a guy?!”

I saw a funny video of a girl pranking her boyfriend by saying that a guy did her wax

A/N: I apologize for my absence and lack of posts hopefully I can get back into my writing groove. Tbh this is the first draft I’ve been able to finish for a while now. Hope all is well with you!

Characters Included: Kirishima, Bakugo, Denki, and Sero

** This story is marked for 18+ readers only by me. Please be respectful of this boundary!! All characters are certainly aged up!!

Kirishima

“Hi honey I’m back” you smile to your husband as you walk through the door. You didn’t see him in the parlor or in a glimpse of the living room.

“Oh hey baby!” He smiles from the kitchen doorway as he peeks out to see your lovely face. “How did running errands go?” He smiles as you set your bags down by the front door.

You hit record on your phone and set it behind the fruit bowl sitting on the kitchen island while Kirishima was turned around

“Oh fine” you smirk devilishly when he can’t see you. Mina had told you about this prank she pulled on Sero a few weeks ago and you thought it’d be hilarious to do the same on your husband

“Hey I was wondering if you’re gonna be busy tonight?” You speak in a sultry tone as you sit at one of the chairs at the kitchen island

“Well I don’t think so-“ he turns around from his place at the sink washing dishes to see the look on your face “Ohhh~” he smiles “I don’t know we’ll just have to wait and see” he smirks back at you while wiggling his eyebrows which made you laugh at how goofy your husband could be at times

“Well I brought it up because I got waxed again today” you nonchalantly speak as you get up from your seat to grab a drink from the fridge “Oh how was your appointment this time? I know you said it hurt last time” he dries his hands off after turning off the water

“It hurt a little bit but he was super gentle” you say as you grab a juice bottle from the fridge and close the door, trying to look unbothered and not laugh

“What” was all that came out of the redhead’s mouth as he had a blank expression on his face “It hurt a little bit but he was super gentle” you nonchalantly repeat yourself as you go to sit back down at the island

“But… I thought women did the waxing” he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion “What do you mean?” You give him a confused expression in response

“You said he was super gentle” your husband repeated your words back to you, staring to become more jealous by the minute

“Well I normally have a lady wax me but she was not there today” you play it off “So there was no other woman available?” He leans back on the counter

“Yeah there were…” you try to sound guilty of something you didn’t even do “So why did a man have to do it?” He whined and threw his head back while covering his face with his hands

“Okay I feel bad, it’s a prank Eiji” you reassured him and he breathed a sigh of relief “Yeah there’s no men that work there thankfully” you remind him and he nods in understanding while coming over to hug you “I don’t mean to be jealous” he tells you in a chuckle

Bakugo

“Oh my gosh Kats you have to get a feel” you smile as you walk downstairs into the kitchen where your husband was cooking dinner. You had your phone in your hand and down by your side recording the prank you planned to pull on him.

“Feel of what?” He gruffly responded while cutting up some vegetables “You’re funny, I got my wax today! Remember?” You tilt your head to the side with a playful expression “it’s so smooth” you talk as if your mesmerized

“Shouldn’t you know that by now?” He doesn’t look up from the vegetables “you’ve been getting waxed for two years now”

“Well yeah” you shrug “Okay then I guess you don’t wanna feel” you stretch out your words as you go to walk away

“Now hold on a damn minute I never said I didn’t want to feel!” He responded defensively “just later is all”

“Okay I’m looking forward to that” you smile as you pour yourself a glass of wine “You should, you know I’m good with my hands” he smirks “Oh trust me, I know” you laugh

“Yeah you’re gonna be so surprised, he did a great job” you casually state as you take a sip of your drink

“Huh?!” He drops his knife on the cutting board and whips his head around to look at you “What?” You look at him like your a deer in the headlights

“You let another man touch your vagina?!” He shouts but it doesn’t phase you as you’re trying your hardest not to laugh “Katsuki don’t be weird about it, that’s his job” you tell him

“Oh I’m sure it is!” He manically laughs “I’m sure he gets a real kick out of touching my wife’s vagina!”

“Okay now you’re making it weird” you try to sound annoyed “Because it fucking is weird!” He shouts in response

“Katsuki only women work there” you remind him and he stiffens “Yeah obviously” he turns around to continue cutting vegetables and you start cackling “I got this all on video it was a prank from tiktok” you exclaimed “oh fuck off” he groans which causes you to laugh even harder

Denki

As you mindlessly scrolled on TikTok after a long day of running errands you came across a video that caught your attention. In the video, the girl had pranked her boyfriend by casually telling him that she got a bikini wax by a man instead of another woman.

You giggled at the video and thought it would be a funny idea to play this prank on your fiancé. Getting up off the couch, you propped up your phone on a shelf behind the TV hidden but just enough to see the scene that’s about to unfold on the couch.

You weren’t sure how he was going to react to this prank but knowing Denki, it was going to be funny!

“Hey Denks!” You called out to the electric blonde who poked his head into the living room within a minute “Yes queen?” He grins

“My feet hurt from running errands” you tell him “Mind if I get a foot massage?” You give him those puppy eyes. You didn’t even need to beg him to do it, he was already on it as soon as you asked

“Of course, anything for my baby” he smiles as he sits down on the opposite end of the couch so you could stretch out your legs “So how was your day”

“Well I got a bikini wax this morning” you tell him. “Oh sweet so does that mean we can get it on?” He smirks and glances over at you “sure!” You giggle “You’ll be impressed with the wax, he did a great job and he was so gentle too it didn’t even hurt” you explain and he stops massaging your foot

“What?” He smiles and turns to you with wide eyes. “My regular girl was out sick and the only available appointment was with a guy. I was skeptical at first but he actually did a good job” you try to keep a straight face but it’s becoming increasingly more difficult as the expression is only one you can describe as the “chick fla sauce girl”

“Denki?” You try to get him to say anything “Are you alright?” you sit up from your spot where you once were laying down

“Babygirl” he shakes his head “ l could’ve done it!” He states putting emphasis on the ‘I’ making you laugh “Wait you’re not mad?” You questioned and he shakes his head

“Oh I’m mad, that kitty is only for mua to see!” He says gesturing to himself “Well it’s a prank” you laugh “See? My phone is behind the books right there” you point and he smacks his forehead “Of course!” He pretends as if he’s been acting stupid for not knowing

“But…can I see the wax?” He gives you puppy eyes “Sure let me just stop the video” you smile

Sero

“Hi my love” you smile as you walk into your shared bedroom where your husband was playing his video games with his friends

“Oh hey!” He looks over and smiles at you while muting his microphone “How was running errands?” He asks you

“Oh it was fine” you sigh as you take off your shoes and put them in the closet while subtly hitting record on your phone and propping it up on the dresser before returning to lay down on the bed to watch him play video games “I cashed some checks at the bank, picked up some ingredients to make dinner and I went and got my bikini wax done” you tell him

“Oh sweet!” He puts his controller down while waiting in the lobby of a game, turning around to look at you “So? You, me, bed after dinner?” He smirks.

Truthfully he never minded weather you were waxed or not. But it had become a tradition for the two of you to have intimate times after you get your wax done.

“Oh sure!” You smile while moving to massage his shoulders “The guy did a great job” you tell him as part of the prank you’d seen done on TikTok

“Wait wait” he put his controller down “He?”

“Yeah?” You do your best acting and try to act as if you’re confused on why he’s questioning it “What’s wrong?” You inquire

“Another man saw your kitty?” He furrows his eyebrows at you and you shrug “Well it’s his job so I didn’t think anything of it” you try to explain without laughing

“I know you’re lying” he groaned and threw his head back in frustration “Why would you let a man give you a bikini wax?”

“I told you! Because it’s his job” you re tell him and he shakes his head “Nah that’s crazy, another man touched and saw my wife’s vag” he sits back in his chair to reassess his thoughts

“Don’t get too mad” you tell him, internally deciding to call off the prank “Why?” He frowns at you “Because it’s just a prank” you smile “Say hi to my phone” you point to where it’s propped up on the dresser

“Oh my god I saw this on TikTok” he laughs “Im so sorry” he grabs your hand “I should’ve realized before I got mad” he looks apologetic

“Oh gosh Hanta!” You groan in guilt “No you have a right to be mad at things like that it’s completely normal” you smile and kiss his cheek

“So you gonna make it up to me?” He asks while turning off his game console and unplugging his headset

“How?” You furrow your eyebrows in a questioning manor “Come here” he playfully smiles as he climbs on top of you and begins to make out with you

Before he begins to remove your shirt you break the kiss “Hanta” you catch your breath “My phone is still recording” you remind him

“Great!” He grins

[sweetiesicheng]

wooyoung - one morning

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"hey. loser."

you feel someone poke your head multiple times, making you finally wake up. you grumble and open your eyes to see wooyoung laying down next to you. he has his head propped up with his hand.

"breakfast?" he asks.

you hum. "yea. do you want me to cook?" you ask him and brush your hair out of your face.

"no no no, i got it," he replies. "i'll make you tea," he says and leans in to kiss you on the lips. "come down when you get up," he says to you as he throws the blanket off of him.

"are you sure you don't want me to cook?" you ask him as he walks to the door and opens it.

"i cook for us all the time! do you doubt me or something?" he immediately asks with a frown.

"alright, whatever you say," you reply while pulling the blanket to ensure that it's around you. you close your eyes. "i'll be down in a bit," you say to wooyoung.

"yea, you're definitely falling back asleep."

"leave me alone."

—

"wow, she woke up," wooyoung says as you walk into the kitchen.

"bite me," you grumble as you hug him from behind.

"you'd like that."

you hit his stomach, "wooyoung, you're so—"

"handsome? i know. now sit down and eat something," he says and gets out of your hold. he bumps into you in order to push you toward the table.

you sit down at the table and heavily yawn. wooyoung isn't done cooking everything, so you wait for him to finish. then, you decide to lay your head down on the table.

you accidentally fall asleep, and wooyoung isn't surprised when he turns around. he laughs and puts another plate on the table.

"baby," he calls out and leans in to peck your face. "baby, come on. let's eat something together," he says, gently waking you up this time. "tea?" he asks and drags a mug in front of you.

"thanks," you say and kiss him. wooyoung sits down across from you while you drink your tea. "thank you for cooking."

"of course," he smiles. "hurry and eat. it's gonna get cold," he says to you.

both of you eat breakfast together, enjoying a quiet morning since you're still really tired. wooyoung knows better than to annoy you too much when you're tired.

—

"baby, want to go to ikea?" wooyoung asks as he walks into the living room. he had just finished washing the dishes from breakfast. "y/n, are you—" he stops speaking and chuckles instead.

you're sitting in the couch, but your head is tilted to the side. you have your arms crossed and look like you had been waiting for wooyoung before falling asleep.

"you're really tired today, huh? it's not even that early," wooyoung speaks and crouches down in front of you. "baby, my sleepy baby," he calls.

you wake up again, groaning when you realize that you had fallen asleep again. "sorry woo," you apologize and yawn.

wooyoung shakes his head, "don't worry about it. want another cup of tea? or we could go get coffee from your favorite place?" he offers.

"coffee?" you reply. "we have too many errands to do today."

"let's get ready to leave then, sleepyhead," he says with a smile before standing up, pulling you to stand as well. "try not to fall asleep in ikea. i might just leave you there," he says before kissing you.

"you would never do that," you reply to him as you wrap your arms around him.

"i so would do that," he laughs. "come on, let's go."

[lovingmachinee]

Date Idea

Taiju Shiba x Black Male Reader

AU: It’s like a whole mafia au but not like the manga but at the same time it sorta is

Plot: Takemichi and Chifuyu get a task from mikey in which they need mafia leader Taiju’s help with a little help from Taiju’s husband too

[name] POV

I laid down in our shared bed, head deep in the pillows staring into the little gap in the door of our shared bathroom. Taiju was in the bathroom, I could see him shaving in the mirror, his concentrated face focusing as to not cut himself.

Taiju Shiba, the man I married 3 years ago. Taiju has a dangerous lifestyle being a mafia leader and always managing his gang just so he can sell the most drugs in Tokyo. Before Taiju I never did any criminal business, but already on the first night we met I had to hide a bag of you know what in my purse. I was so confused and as an apology Taiju offered a date, I don’t even know why I’d agreed on the date in the first place but Taiju just had that charm to him. And if I never went I never would’ve met the love of my life. 

I sat up leaning my back against the headboard when I saw Taiju walk out of the bathroom into our bedroom. He grinned at me, walking towards his side of the bed taking his robe off and revealing his wide toned chest and his tattoos. He pulled the bedsheets up and got in between them scooching close to me. I giggled as he grabbed my waist dragging me towards him. “What’s good sweetcheeks?” Taiju said, running his hands up and down my ebony thigh, positioning it so that my thigh was half on his body while I laid on my side facing him. “What’s good dork?” I responded. Running my fingers up his chest one by one, like a walking stick figure.

Taiju chuckled at me, looking me deep in the eyes before wandering his eyes further down my body. “You’re wearing a thong?” he noticed. “Yeah, all my sleep underwear is in the wash and I had nothing else” I said, playing with one of his blue strands. “It’s kind of uncomfortable but I can’t sleep naked”. “Yes you can, but to be honest I like this better” He said, resting one of his hands on my dark asscheeks. “Real sweet baby, but I’m really tired so nothing tonight” I said, letting Taiju’s hand rest on my ass because that wouldn’t hurt.

“Fair,” he said, grabbing his reading glasses and a book from his nightstand. “Also I’m free tomorrow, Hajime is going to be in charge so if you want to do something?”. I looked up at Taiju while he read his book, one hand holding the book, the other one still on my ass kneading it like dough. “We could go out for lunch but other than that I just want to stay home with you”.

“That’s fine by me sweetcheeks” he said, glancing down at me for a second before continuing reading his book. My eyes started feeling heavy, I had a busy day after all. From visiting my grandmother to running errands to cooking dinner. “I’m tired Taj, goodnight I love you” I said drowsily before dozing off. 

“Goodnight [name]” was the last thing I heard before it went dark.

Well it didn’t take long before I was woken up, 13 minutes to be exact. Taiju’s phone rang, this ring was the one for the front door camera meaning there was someone in front of our house waiting. I opened my eyes and looked up at Taiju, still reading his book, irritation grew in his eyes probably because the person at our front door woke me up.

“Who is it?” I asked, mumbling slightly trying to keep my eyelids from falling down. “I don’t know two people at the door, I’m going to check mkay” Taiju said while watching through the front door camera via his phone. Taiju moved my one leg over his body and stood up putting his robe back on. “Go back to sleep I’ll be back soon” He said groggily and proceeded to walk out of our bedroom.

I moved my body to lay on my back as I stared at the ceiling. I’m not able to sleep again. Who are we kidding? Taiju is gone talking to some strangers and leaving me so lonely in our bed. 

5 minutes have passed and still no Taiju walking back through the door. “Maybe I should check-up on him?” I whispered to myself sitting up in our bed. He could be in danger, don’t get me wrong Taiju is a big man he can definitely fend for himself especially in our own house and his own territory. Well I let worries get the best of me and just decided to check up on him, besides I wasn’t able to sleep. I stood up and grabbed my robe, it was a purple sheer robe with flowers adorned over it. I put on my slippers and walked out of the door.

I made my way through the many halls in our house, the house was too big for just the two of us but Taiju didn’t care. Taiju got us a big Italian mansion like the ones I wanted. He promised me this house one night before we got married, when he stood in front of my apartment with a blooded wound in his side. Taiju got into a troublesome situation that night which resulted in him getting stabbed, not a fatal injury thankfully. That night when I was patching up his wound before going to the hospital he promised to live a quieter life for me, because he wanted to be with me and not have me worry to death every time he left. He promised me many things beside this mansion: he promised me a new car, he promised me a wedding ring hell he even promised me children. Although with his career path it wouldn’t be a very wise decision to have children. 

He promised me all those things and all I could do that night was kiss him on his lips, I didn’t care for all those things I only cared for Taiju.

I made my way downstairs and walked through a few more halls before starting to hear conversation going on the closer I stepped to the light of our downstairs living room, Taiju let those two people in the house so they must’ve not formed a threat. I tread lightly towards the entrance to our living room and stayed there. I leaned my body against the opening as I saw Taiju speaking to two other men sitting on two chairs opposite of him as he sat in the middle of the couch.

One of the two men had black messy hair the other one also had black hair but his was more tamed down and styled. They looked a little nervous in front of Taiju. Which I get he probably looked even more intimidating from the frown that he had on his face, his irritated tone because these two men had the nerve to wake me up.

The conversation went on too long, I had to remind Taiju that his beautiful husband was waiting for him to come back to bed.

“Taiju”

Takemichi POV

“So the only way you can locate the guy is through me?” Taiju said staring me deep in the eyes only making me feel smaller than I actually am.

Chifuyu and I got sent to Taiju’s estate at the request of Mikey, he didn’t disclose any more information just that we needed to find a certain somebody through Taiju and have to eliminate him. Mikey said that Taiju was the one we needed for this mission because he and the person had past relations. 

“Yes, Mikey expects your help as a “return of a favor” or so he mentioned” Chifuyu spoke up, I just stayed quiet. Taiju grumbled and muttered some words under his breath as he sat up from his elbows on his knees. “The little fucker is right, I do owe him…” Taiju said as he leaned back, I started to take in his features more. The ring on his finger, the expensive robe he was wearing and all the tattoos he had from the spirals to even a name. I tried to read the name “[na-”

"Taiju"

We all looked up towards the living room entrance and standing there was a man. Beautiful brown skin, a fluffy afro and such a plump body. I looked away red covering my face, noticing the man was wearing nothing but a thong clearly seen through his sheer robe.

“ahh [name]” Taiju said, leaning his head back over the couch towards this [name] person, [name] just like the name on the tattoo. He's Taiju’s husband. “I told you to go back to sleep baby,” Taiju continued. [name] started walking closer, his hips swaying with every movement. “I know, I just couldn’t” [name] said, now he was standing beside the couch. He leaned over towards the back of Taiju to wrap his arms around his neck. “Who are these guys, do you know them?” [name] asked Taiju. “They’re just some guys from an old friend of mine, nothing to worry about baby” Taiju said, gesturing for [name] to come closer towards him.

I just stared at the beauty of a husband that was [name] as he went to sit on Taiju’s lap. What was I thinking? Mina is sleeping in our home waiting for me.

[name] POV

My back against his tough chest while my legs were draped over his. In Front of me are two black heads dressed in simple black pants and a white dress shirt. 

“Mikey has a little mission for me baby” Taiju mentioned, he nuzzled into my neck. I caressed his face softly, “but you said you were free tomorrow dummy”. I looked over at the black head with the hair in front of his face, unlike the other one that had it combed up, waiting for him to explain. “o-uhm well” he startled because of my eye contact, weak little men. “Mikey needs to take out a rat in the north of tokyo that is ruining plans for a new establishment, and apparently the man had some tough relations with your husband’s business too in the early days”.

“Is it Konno?” I turned to Taiju when I asked that question, he nuzzled himself further into my neck enjoying the scent of my shower wash. “mhmm probably is, so therefore I have to deal with it” he put his head back against the couch again as he squeezed my thigh. “I’m sorry sweet cheeks, tomorrow is not going to be a free day for me” Taiju said. I pout, wanting to finally have a day off with Taiju. “Sadly then that’s settled” I turn towards the two black heads who came bearing the news that would ruin the night and the next day for me, “Can I get you guys something to drink?”.

I grab the gold tray with on top three glasses and a bottle of scotch, next to it a cigar with a kitchen lighter for Taiju. It was going to be a long night of strategizing plus Taiju seems a little tense so I needed him to let loose, he would have to brush his teeth before bed though don’t want to smell that smokey breath while I’m sleeping. I walked over towards the gentlemen and placed their assigned glasses, pouring a tad bit of booze in each glass. I sit back on Taiju’s lap, grab the cigar and put it in between his lips lighting it up for him. His hand rests on the small of my back.

“Then we just need a person to keep watch in the club” the black head with his hair up mentioned. Apparently Konno was a real pervert and liked the pole girls in the club so they decided it would be good to trap him with one. “I’m pretty sure Mikey has a few girls so set in” the other queried. I was disgusted at trapping that pervert by using another girl, “the club has all types of performers right?” I asked. “Uhmm well yeah, why?” the black head with his hair down asked. 

“then I’ll do it” I said, “I’ll be the performer to trap Konno”. “What’s this sweet cheeks?” Taiju sat up rubbing his hand up and down my thigh whilst taking another drag off his cigar. “Leave those other girls alone, I don’t want them to end up in a dangerous situation therefore I’ll do it” I said, taking a sip of Taiju’s glass. “Besides then we can at least do something together again like we would on your free day” I rub Taiju’s chin seeing him grinning so hard he’s showing off his canines.

“You heard my baby, gentlemen, we’ll see you guys again tomorrow,” Taiju announced, kissing my cheek. 

The two men made their way out the house, as Taiju and I stood by the door. His arm wrapped around my shoulder, the other rubbing my belly. “After this we’re going on a vacation sweet cheeks, we deserve it” Taiju said, kissing my neck with his cigar breath.

“Only if I choose the place” I said as we headed back inside, finally going to sleep together.

Probably not going to make a part 2 this already took a 3 month break in between to make

[sgtcosmo]

under the weather - 141 headcanons

cw: none, just pure (established relationship) fluff <3 only pronoun used for reader is 'you'

a/n: i'm sick as shit rn and i've been laying in bed all day thinking about how the 141 would care for gn!reader while they're sick, so this is a lil bit self-indulgent hehe!! also, thank you for the love on my first drabble that i posted a couple days ago, it makes me so happy :') enjoy these!

gaz:

-he's an absolute sweetheart all the time already, but when you're sick? oh my god

-checking in on you every 10 minutes, even if it annoys you. he has to know that you're doing okay!!

-i hc him as being a great cook, so he definitely makes you some good ass homemade soups

-THIS ONE MADE MY HEART MELT WHEN I THOUGHT ABOUT IT but he would absolutely read to you. it'd either be wherever he left off in the most recent book he's reading on his own, or he'd grab one of your favourites from the shelf and start from the beginning

-lets you use his lap as a pillow while he reads to you, holding the book with one hand and playing with your hair with the other

-rubs your back soothingly when you're having one of those god awful coughing fits

-when he goes to the store to get you medicine and such, he'll facetime you the whole time. he'll show you the medicine and snacks/drinks at the store and let you pick which ones you want (he also wants to make sure that you're alright while he's gone <3)

-gives you his warmest and nicest sweaters to wear, doesn't care if they get dirty

ghost:

-runs you a bath and lets you soak in the warm water while he washes your hair

-will absolutely make you a hot cup of tea with honey to soothe your sore throat

-canned soup kinda guy. he'd still try his best to make it as appetizing as possible though, adding in extra bits that he knows you like

-you're not lifting a finger once he finds out you're sick. your household chores? they're his now. those errands you were supposed to run today? oops, he's already got his shoes on and keys in hand

-will not let you out of his sight. always keeps a watchful eye on you, no matter what. he took over your duty of washing the dishes? he's bundling you up in 10 blankets on the couch in the living room so he can turn around every 30 seconds and silently check on you

-would probably set reminders on his phone so you take your medicine exactly when you're supposed to, even if it's 3 am. he's up and fetching everything you need before you can even complain about the reminder going off and waking you up

-picks you up and carries you around the house so you don't have to walk

soap:

-still cuddles and kisses you, despite your attempts to push him away to prevent him from also getting sick. he doesn't give a shit

-plays video games with you, or watches you play. i feel like he'd be a try-hard at games and wouldn't take losing lightly, but he'd let you win just because you're sick. if you call him out for it, then he'd probably just make some half-assed excuse and say he must be having an 'off day'

-i feel like he's a canned soup-er, like ghost. will make a bowl for himself as well though so he can eat it with you

-pillow fort? pillow fort. makes a huge one in the living room with a big nest of blankets in it for you both to cuddle in. he even makes a little window through the pillows so you can see the tv and watch your favourite movies

-will order your favourite take-out for you once you feel well enough to eat something other than soup

-would make you laugh so much that it sends you into coughing fits (laughter is the best medicine, after all ;))

price:

-much like ghost, he'd keep a very watchful eye on you and check in on you often

-definitely a homemade soup guy. if there's a specific canned soup that you want, he'll make it exactly how it is, but better

-cuddles with you under a pile of blankets as you watch shitty rom-coms together

-lets you lay on him while you sleep, even if it's for hours at a time. he'd keep his arms wrapped securely around you and kiss the top of your head occasionally

-is willing to do anything and everything you need in order to get you back to good health as quickly as possible. just say the word and he's got it

-would buy medicine in every flavour it comes in just so you can try them all and see what one tastes best so taking it isn't such a miserable experience (i feel like soap would probably do this too? but he'd treat it more as a fun taste test ranking kind of thing)

-will go on short walks outside with you in hopes that the fresh air will make you feel better. he's bundling you up like nobody's business if it's cold outside, though

[thechekhov]

How often would you say that you draw comics and art while also focus on the other things in life; work, family, etc?

Like, for example, if you had an exact number of minutes, hours, or days of drawing, what is an estimate per day or week? I'm just curious.

Honestly, it's difficult to count since my workweeks tend to vary based on the season but here's a quick example:

I don't work full-time at this point but I do have an hour commute both ways, and because I'm on a salary, I'm sometimes forced to stay overtime, meaning that my entire day is just sleep-eat-work-eat-sleep in that order, with nothing else that really happens that day.

During non-work days, most of my non-work time is..... art-work time!

And by that I mean that if I'm not washing the dishes, running an errand or spacing out, I'm drawing.

When do I play video-games or watch shows? I don't.

When do I spend time with friends? I don't.

Not unless it's specifically scheduled, such as when someone visits from far away. I have about 1 hour of social stuff set aside each week because I participate in a taiko group in the city I work at.

When I count it up, my art stuff ends up being anywhere between 30 -35 hours each work. My part time job is supposed to be 24 hours (not counting the commute), but often ends up going over. And I usually need another 5 hours each week to take care of the back-end office stuff - scheduling posts, managing Patreon, answering asks and planning future stuff.

I will admit I would not be able to do that if it were not for the kindness of my partner, who takes care of most of the cooking and cleaning, and often ends up cooking me things to eat:

I appreciate him and his commitment to keeping me alive very much

Also, just to be clear: I am not pretending that this is not a good work-life balance.

It it just the balance that works for ME, personally. I think most people would find this...less great.

I do not go out for coffees with pals. I do not watch new series, and I do not partake in social events. This is something I am fine with, but I know many other people would find my life incredibly repetitive and boring.

Actually, looking at this math laid out, I am quite disappointed in not being able to accomplish more with the 30 hours I have per week. But...the reality is that aside from running the comic on my Patreon and doing random personal doodling on my main blog, I'm also often trying to do other projects in the background that I don't feel like sharing until their completion.

The reality is, I enjoy this load, though. I make it work for me, and I'm getting to do stuff I like AND make money for myself and my partner! So I'm fine with it. I'm not actually dying from exhaustion.

It's just hilarious when I sometimes get asks going "Hey, have you played that latest 130-hour-long videogame? :)" followed by a swift "I wish you would post comics daily again :((( I want more arrttttt" like kids, you can't have both, I don't know what to tell you.

[violetmuses]

Safety Net - A. Aretas 🌴❤️‍🩹🫂

Title: Safety Net - A. Aretas 🌴 ❤️‍🩹 🫂

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: When Armando Aretas leaves Mexico and faces Miami again, you change his life.

@nelo0wesker @nobodygetsza @yeahnohoneybye @sofia-da-1st @spaceacelover @btitannaaaaa

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Safety Net: Chapter 1

2024

The quiet departure from Mexico took so much planning, but Armando Aretas returned to Miami at last. Hiding would just stall reality this time.

His biological father, well-known Detective Mike Lowrey, pulled strings and “eased” the lifetime sentence, but Armando just needed more.

Waiting around between missions seemed pointless. If not useful, Armando might as well go back to prison and lock that damn cell forever.

Taking one rental car back to the small apartment from Lowrey, Armando didn't contact his father right away and took this much-needed shower before organizing just a few belongings here.

“I'm back.” Armando called Lowrey by the early afternoon.

“Hey, man. Really? Do you want me to pick you up from the airport?” Mike was a little surprised while answering the phone.

“Nah. Already settled here, but I'm just telling you.” Armando cleared his throat awkwardly

“You found the house? Cool. Glad you called me, too. Need anything?” Even Mike clipped words at this point.

“Maybe a side hustle?” Armando tried to frame the question easily. “I don't wanna stay around if you'll just call for work.”

“Right, I didn't think of that idea. My bad.” Mike almost whispered. “Let's see if I can help out a little bit.”

“Yeah, bye.” Armando hung up and left once more, hoping to run errands.

____

Many ran straight to the grocery store for various reasons, but Armando didn't need much, unlike other folks with children and more vacation plans.

Leaving the self-checkout, warm sunlight hit the parking lot as Armando reached that car and settled items, but one person caught his eye.

One door opens from another storefront in the shopping center.

“Thank you so much!” You beamed toward restaurant staff while carrying takeout and kept walking in the direction of your own vehicle.

To Armando, you looked cute and raved as sunlight heats up the state of Florida.

Though watching you from a distance, Armando found himself smiling in return, but pulled together and drove away, simply refusing to act weird.

Who are you? Aretas ponders during the commute back.

_____

Cooking and eating alone, gentle music played from his Bluetooth speaker. The device stood as his most expensive item beyond weapons or gear.

One call interrupted washing the dishes, but Armando picked up regardless.

“Hello?” Armando greeted the caller.

“Hey, it's me. Got something. Do you mind if we meet early tomorrow?” Mike Lowrey picked up this call again.

“No. What's going on?” The day would have Aretas occupied.

“This barbershop owner needs help.” Mike explained. “You'll get paid for basic upkeep over there. Nothing fancy.”

“Doesn't sound terrible.” Armando grounded his plans for the morning.

“Fair enough. See you tomorrow.” Mike ended the call this time.

Better than nothing. Armando thought, sleeping without dreams in preparation.

_____

“What's up?” Cruising with style, Mike Lowrey arrived while driving his classic Porsche the next day and greeted Aretas in this lot. “We'll meet that owner first.”

“Cool.” Armando repeated the note of his estranged father.

“How was your flight?” Mike tried offering small talk.

“Good. Still getting used to the house.” Armando told the truth.

“You'll be fine.” Mike went on. “My first place wasn't always dope.”

“Wait. Didn't you grow up with money?” Aretas squinted near his father. “That's what Marcus told me.”

“Well, yeah, but your mother knocked out riches. I stood undercover and worked as her driver before you were born.” Mike cleared his throat. “Let's go.”

____

“Morning, Detective.” The barbershop owner spoke up while addressing Mike Lowrey.

“Morning, Sir.” Mike offered respect to the older gentleman. “We shared our phone calls earlier, but this is my son Armando.”

“Hello.” Genuinely kind while speaking English, Aretas offered to shake hands with the owner right now.

“Heard about you, but we don’t have much time for questions. Let me show you around.” The older man continued speaking. Even Mike Lowrey stepped back, letting this moment between two different people for once.

Let him grow and learn. That’s the only way out of this problem. Lowrey thought, quietly watching his son understand this new environment.

_____

For Armando, three important rules grounded his place at the barbershop:

Aretas needed to show up every day now, arrive on time, and avoid drama. Constant structure keeps this guy from trouble in the first place.

Clients for the barbershop varied all week and Armando would remain observant every time someone opened that chiming front door.

Sooner than later, staff knew his name and everyone laughed sometimes, offering Aretas this comradery that didn't include heartbreak.

“Have you met Mike's partner yet?” One employee chuckled while cleaning his station.

“Marcus?” Sweeping, Armando immediately rolled his eyes and workers cracked up about Detective Marcus Burnett, Mike Lowrey's famous partner.

“Oh, no! Tell us.” The employee settled down and resumed working.

“I joined special operations at the police department, but this barbershop thing is a temporary job.” Armando played up his role a little bit. “One time, Marcus accidentally set our car on fire.”

“Woah!” Voices gasped through shock and even the owner tuned in.

“Marcus didn't know that windshield wiper fluid is flammable, so we jumped out right before everything burst into flames.” Aretas nearly cringed.

“Damn!” This story just pulled everyone's attention.

“We made it out alive, but moments like that really happen.” Armando shook his head and still cleaned when the front door chimed again.

“Hi! How's everybody doing?” One greeting brightened up the entire space. “I'm just here to bring Dad some lunch.”

You walked toward that barbershop owner with the biggest smile on your face, carrying takeout.

“Hey, Sweetheart. Thank you.” The owner gently raved while facing you, his daughter.

[myscenic]

Pairing: bf!jeno x 8thmember!male!reader, (slight) mark x haechan

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.1k+

Synopsis: the dreamies were hungry after a fun day of 7llin’ with dream and decide to make dinner together at the house. jaemin volunteers to cook while the others prepare ingredients and run errands.

at the market, jeno gets a cute call from his boyfriend y/n. laughter and playful teasing ensues between chenle and the lovebirds. back at the house, jeno, chenle and mark suddenly realize they forgot an ingredient.

౨ৎ Note: my first ever request is finished!! I had to rewatch the show to get some inspirations, cuz I literally almost forgot what happened in it lmao. since it's my first request, i was feeling really nervous while writing this, but i still hope u enjoy it<3

it was nighttime, the dreamies were feeling hungry after doing lots of activities in the afternoon, so they decided to have a homemade dinner together at the house. jaemin volunteered to be in charge of cooking while the others helped prepare ingredients.

jaemin assessed his ingredients with a critical eye, realizing several key items were missing. he turned to the group helpers in the kitchen.

"it seems we're short on some staples to start the main dishes," jaemin announced.

jeno looked up from washing vegetables. "i can run to the supermarket to grab what we need."

chenle perked up at the thought of an outing. "ooh, let me come too!"

mark sighed fondly. "i'll come too so you two don't cause too much chaos."

"we'll make it quick," mark assured.

the trio and headed out with an air of excitement and playfulness. while jeno and y/n looked forward to some couple time, they doubted their ability to remain focused on the task. only time would tell if they returned successfully with groceries, or in a lovesick daze once more.

jeno was browsing the meat aisle with mark and chenle when his phone started ringing. he smiled when he saw it was y/n calling.

"you gonna answer that?" chenle asked with a teasing lilt.

jeno playfully rolled his eyes at chenle before answering. "hey babe, what's up?"

"hi jen! i was just wondering, can you pick up some strawberries covered in chocolate while you're at the supermarket?" y/n's sweet voice came through the phone.

jeno couldn't help but grin like an idiot. "of course, do you want anything else~"

y/n giggled, making jeno's heart melt. "you're the best! only the strawberries is good. i can't wait to see you when you get back."

as jeno and y/n continued chatting fondly, chenle started making loud fake throwing up noises behind them. jeno tried to ignore him, but y/n must have heard through the phone.

"is chenle being disgusted again?" y/n asked, giggling more.

jeno gave chenle a side eye. "when isn't he?"

chenle stuck his tongue out in response, but kept making theatrically exaggerated gagging sounds. jeno flipped him off jokingly, unable to stop smiling as he spoke to his boyfriend.

mark chuckled at their antics, shaking his head affectionately. "don't mind him, just focus on your man."

jeno felt his cheeks warm at mark's words, but he was grateful for his hyung's support. "i'll see you soon, babe. love you!"

once jeno hung up, chenle started wheezing with laughter at his own jokes. even jeno had to laugh, chenle's silliness was honestly amusing, not truly mean-spirited.

"alright guys, let's finish up so we can get back to the others," mark said, looping his arms around chenle and jeno's necks affectionately as they continued shopping.

once the three members arrived back to the house from the supermarket, carrying bags of groceries. jaemin hurried over to check what they had bought. he started unpacking the bags and going through the list.

"hmm it seems we are missing one item," jaemin said angrily with a frown. "the green onions."

jeno and chenle quickly turned to blame mark. "it was mark hyung's job to get the green onions but he must have forgotten!" chenle said.

"yeah hyung you had one job!" jeno laughed teasingly.

mark looked shocked. "what? no i didn't, you guys said you would get the veggies!"

as the three started bickering playfully, jaemin observed them with a bemused smile. finally he clasped his hands together loudly. "alright enough you three. it doesn't really matter who forgot, it’s fine anyway. let's just get the food prepped."

with a sigh, mark went to the fridge to start taking out other ingredients they needed. but when he opened it, a bundle of green onions rolled out onto the floor.

the boys froze, then bursts of laughter erupted as they realized there was a spare bunch all along. "there we go," jaemin chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. it was just like them to band together and try tricking each other.

before long, the others had finished prepping ingredients and jaemin got to work cooking everything on the stovetop. a delicious aroma began permeating the air as pots simmered. y/n set the table while jeno poured drinks for everyone.

soon dinner was ready and they all crowded around, filling their plates high. compliments rained down on jaemin for his cooking skills as they dug in happily. y/n grinned at jeno across the table, sneaking bites of strawberries between mouthfuls of rice and meat.

they chatted casually about everything from upcoming schedules to funny memories, the atmosphere light and cozy. more than once, y/n caught jeno's foot rubbing affectionately against his ankle under the table when their gazes met. each gentle touch sent sparks through his body and never failed to bring a smile to his lips.

as they finished eating, jeno and y/n volunteered to do dishes while the others lounged around relaxing. they worked efficiently side by side at the sink, hips occasionally bumping as they maneuvered in the small space.

after a few minutes, mark loudly cleared his throat. "do you two seriously need to be joined at the hip right now too?" he nodded pointedly at their intertwined fingers resting on the countertop.

y/n glanced down, not even remembering when their hands had found each other. he blushed, starting to unlink them, but jeno held on firmly.

"says the one who begged to sleep with haechan last night." chenle chuckled, not looking up from his phone.

mark opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by renjun. "you guys, play nice. as long as our lovebirds keep things pg, i don't mind some affection around here." his eyes danced playfully.

"yeah, keep it pg, don't forget that our maknae is still here." jaemin joked as he looked to jisung. he just smiled sheepishly.

y/n grinned, relieved for renjun's understanding as always. jeno rubbed his thumb softly over y/n's knuckles, shooting him a loving smile that made his heart skip. their kitchen duties were finished in contented silence, hands locked together the whole way through.

once the last dish was dried and put away, jeno led y/n by the hand to the couch, cuddling him into his side. mark shook his head disapprovingly but y/n could see the smile he was trying to hide.

he sighed happily into jeno's warm embrace, feeling his boyfriend press a kiss to the top of his head. no matter how much teasing they received, nothing could dampen the elation and security y/n felt in jeno's arms — his most cherished place in the world. he was grateful beyond words for each and every day they had together like this.

[mustainegf]

your last post inspired me, what about like dave looking after you while you're pregnant and he will not let you do anything but rest and he keeps coming over and talking to the baby and kissing your stomach

This is so cute I just about cried writing it, I love writing and reading stuff like this SO MUCHH

The weight of exhaustion settled heavily on my shoulders as I sank into the cozy nest of pillows Dave had arranged for me. I felt guilty watching him fussing around the room, tending to chores I used to handle effortlessly.

"Dave, really, I can help," I protested weakly, but he shook his head with a gentle smile, his eyes full of determination.

"No, sweetheart, you need to rest," he insisted, his voice soft but firm as he settled beside me on the bed.

His touch washed every bad thought away. With a sigh, I allowed myself to relax into his embrace, feeling the tension melting away with each gentle stroke of his hand.

"You're carrying our baby, hun," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and reverence. "Let me take care of you." Dave murmured at he placed a kiss on my forehead.

I knew he was right. I may have been the one carrying our baby, but Dave was shouldering the weight, every step of the way.

Throughout my entire pregnancy, Dave was constantly looking out for me and our baby, shielding me from any hint of stress or discomfort.

He cooked, cleaned, and ran errands without complaint, all to ensure I had the peace and quiet I needed to nurture our unborn child.

Every night, he would curl up beside me, his hand resting gently on my belly as he talked to our baby, his words filled with love and excitement.

"And here's your daddy," he would whisper, his voice tinged with wonder as he rubbed my belly in circular motions. "I can't wait to hold you in my arms."

I smiled softly, feeling a surge of warmth and happiness as I watched Dave's eyes light up. Leaning in, he pressed gentle kisses to my stomach, his lips lingering in silent promises of love and protection.

Dave's fingers traced gentle circles on my swollen belly, a gesture of affection that had become routine now.

And suddenly, there was a quick movement, a small kick.

"Holy shit..." Dave's voice was barely more than a whisper, his eyes widening in astonishment. He looked up at me, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Yeah, that happens," I said softly, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I watched his reaction.

Dave's hand remained still on my belly, hoping for another movement. And then, it happened again, a subtle but unmistakable kick that brought a laugh of pure joy from Dave.

"Yeah, our little kicker is quite active today," I replied, reaching out to place my hand over his.

"You hear that, buddy? You're already making mommy and daddy so happy..."

And as he leaned in to press a kiss to my belly, I felt so much gratitude for the man by my side.

The man who was thought to be so scary, who was really just harbouring so much emotion.

Dave brought his head back up to rest on my shoulder. “I love you so much, David.” I whispered. Hardly anyone called him that, but I liked to on occasion, it always seemed to bring a pink to his cheeks.

“I love you too… both of you,” he smiled, softly kissing my lips.

The man I’d loved for years, my soulmate, and the father of our future child. I loved him so much.

[bomberqueen17]

cellulitis adventures

So on Friday I was cleaning in the barn, hosing rotting meat out of a floor drain. I tripped over the hose, and fell on the hand holding the hose sprayer, in a pile of moldy rat shit I'd tried to clean earlier but hadn't done a great job on. The hose sprayer scraped my thumb, opening up a little cut and tearing the skin, which was annoying and hurt a lot.

Naturally I was like, listen I need to clean this really well, so I did. But I was busy, so I washed it really well and then didn't bandage it, because I had a lot more grubby shit to work on and a bandage would just get soggy. I cleaned it again when I was done, but still forgot to bandage it. it was not a serious cut, it was more of a scrape, and it hadn't really bled much, it was mostly just sort of scabbed over. Not a big deal.

Drove home to Buffalo on Saturday, and noticed it was a little sore, maybe a bit puffy. Ah, not great. I cleaned it again, put neosporin on it this time. Went to bed. In the morning I reapplied antibiotic gel and put a band-aid on it, and went off to work, off to Dude's aunt's house where his mother is clearing it out. (Aunt had to go into a long-term-care apartment downstate near her daughter, after a stroke left her with poor working memory, and nobody's happy about this but the house needs to be gone through and her sister is the one to do it. And we are the ones to help her; her children live a few hundred to a thousand miles away, and wouldn't know what to do with the things in Latvian anyway.)

Anyway. Finished with that, took a nap, ran some errands. My thumb was a bit achy under that band-aid, but I was busy. It wasn't until I was making dinner and noticed a red line on my wrist that I realized I ought to give this more attention.

I finished making dinner, sat down, took off my watch to look at the red line a bit better. Now, I have really pale skin, and it shows red marks from everything; I expected it was red from steam from the cooking. But no, the line curved and went unaltered under where the band of my watch had been, and out the other side. It was under my skin, not the surface of it.

So I took a picture of it and sent it to an online buddy who is a nurse, who said immediately to go to urgent care, not to wait and see if it cleared up overnight because it was not going to. And now that I've come out the other side of this with some antibiotics, I thought I would write a little post and tell y'all what to worry about, because it was no big deal in my case but if I had waited it might well have been. So behind the cut will be a very non-gory photograph, which possibly will look more dramatic than it would on your skin because I have so little pigment in mine. But mine was a very clear textbook case, so I figure it's a good example. Again though, no gore, so I do encourage you to look even if you're squeamish, because it's really good to get an idea in your mind about danger.

For the record, urgent care turned me away so I went to the ER and while I waited a long time, the staff, rushed off their feet and far too busy, was still kind and reassured me I had done exactly the correct thing in coming in. This is the kind of thing it's trivial to fix up with a routine course of oral antibiotics if you catch it, but if it goes too long it can get into all kinds of bodily systems and become very difficult to safely eradicate, and can cause lasting, even permanent complications.

So I thought, for other dumbasses like me who would ignore a throbbing cut, here is a little PSA about Shit To Definitely Not Ignore, and thanks times several million to my online nurse buddy who told me so.

Behind the cut, a photo that does not include the actual injury or any gore or disfigurement, but very clearly shows the telltale sign, which is redness from inflammation from the infection traveling through the lymphatic system, and is like, a prime time danger sign and if you see this seek care and do not delay. I haven't been able to find good pictures of what this looks like on darker skin, alas, but here it is on me.

[Image description: the right forearm and hand of a pale-skinned person, lying on the edge of a table with the fingers loosely closed, thumb upward. The thumb goes off the top of the frame, and a bandage is just visible circling it. A red line wavers from the side of the thumb down along the back of the heel of the hand, curves down along the inner edge of the wrist, and then curves down to the underside of the arm. Several blue veins are also dimly visible through the skin, not following quite the same path as the red line, which is wider and blurrier than they are. The red line is quite blurry and hard to see in some places, clearer and more distinct in others, and in one place clearly but briefly splits to follow two channels before reuniting into one. There's also a faint dent visible in the skin at the side of the wrist, where the buckle of a watch was; the red line is not otherwise interrupted by where the skin had been covered by the watch.]

Again, the injury itself was a little gnarly but not anything I would have sought treatment for on its own; it was a bit sore to bend my thumb, it was getting a bit red and swollen but I had it under a bandage and wasn't monitoring it. The red streak was what made me look, and it's good I did. For the record, i don't know if this is typical, but pressing down at the point right on the side of my wrist where that red streak was widest was tender, like pressing a bruise, and isn't this morning; that was what really convinced me this was something from the inside and not a weird mark left by touching something from the outside. I don't know if that would be universal, and it wasn't tender along the whole length of it, but right there it's going over bone so I could really feel it. It's not raised at all, not a rash, it felt like bruising deep under the skin but if you pull your finger across it didn't fade or change color or have any kind of texture to it at all. This morning it's not tender anymore either, though the injury itself is a bit more painful than it was.

They gave me a dose of antibiotics last night around 10pm, and the streaking has faded, but the injury itself is more angry and swollen and is affecting my grip strength with that hand. I plan to follow the course of antibiotics, of course, and am grateful for modern medicine, which makes this mostly just an amusing anecdote. Who knew scraping your hand in a barn full of rat shit was dangerous! (Well, I did.)

Anyway-- off to see about filling this prescription. I gotta take it four times a day but like, y'know, I can handle that in exchange for not having sepsis, LOL.