#and we think it's because i keep eating oranges when i shower

[skzdust]

Rock Will Never Die

Pure smut. MINORS DNI.

This took me almost three weeks. The season's greetings has been eating me alive. So. Omegaverse rock band ateez. 6.7k words of it, which is by far my longest smut. Please enjoy <3

Big thanks to @kpop---scenarios, who helped me decide which members were alphas/betas/omegas, and for generally helping on this one!!! I appreciate you sm!!

Summary: Y/n, manager of rock band Ateez, is out of heat suppressants after a show. Luckily, all 8 members of her band are there to help.

Pairing: Ateez x reader

Includes: omegaverse, LOTSSSSS of smut, porn without plot, omega reader, spitroasting, double penetration, knotting, unprotected sex (you did not come here for sex ed but please be safe irl!!!)

Word count: 6.7k

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You bit your lip as you pawed through your bag, looking for your suppressants. You could taste blood before you found the little orange bottle. You pushed down on it, opening the lid, and—

Empty. Not a single pill left. 

“Fuck.” You whispered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“What’s wrong?”

You turned around. Mingi was standing there, freshly showered in grey sweatpants and a blue T-shirt, a concerned look on his face. 

He looked so fucking good, you restrained yourself from jumping at him then and there. You could feel yourself getting more and more desperate, and you swallowed.

“You smell really anxious.” Hongjoong looked over from where he was relaxing in an armchair, still in his stage makeup and outfit. His striped knit hat was askew on his head. 

“I— well—” You stammered. “I’m— God, this is embarrassing.”

“What?” Mingi raised his eyebrows. “It can’t be that bad.”

You gave a small, involuntary whimper. “I’m out of heat suppressants… and there’s one coming on.”

“Well, shit.” Mingi said softly. “That’s not great.”

“And it’s not like you can really stop it once it starts.” Hongjoong said. 

“Exactly.”

“Hey, calm down.” Mingi’s voice was soothing. “We’ll find a solution for this.”

“What?” You whined. “I don’t have an alpha, and we’re in a hotel, and I don’t have any of my—” You swallowed. “Er, stuff. What’s the solution?”

Mingi and Hongjoong looked at each other for a long moment. “I mean… we could help you.”

You’d been the manager of Ateez for about a year now. They’d always been incredibly talented, but they’d needed someone with your managerial and business sense to catapult them into the stardom they now enjoyed. 

And as their manager, to make sure they maintained that stardom, you had to keep close with them. Ride on the tour bus with them, stay in the same hotel rooms, go to all the same bars and after parties. 

(Okay, so maybe you had some personal motives to that, too. Maybe the members of Ateez were the eight hottest men you’d ever seen. Maybe you fantasized about the aspects of them you saw both on and off stage. Maybe you thought about them when you were at home on your heat days, fucking yourself with a toy.)

But you’d never thought you’d be alone in a hotel room with two of the group’s four alphas with no heat suppressants. 

Especially not with them offering to help you.

They must’ve noticed your hesitation, because Hongjoong smiled softly. “If you don’t want us to, we don’t have to.”

“No! No, help— help— please help me.” You stammered, then more quietly added, “I need you.” 

“Shit.” Mingi said. “You’re all desperate.”

“I’m going into heat.” You huffed. “Of course I’m desperate.”

“No, I know. It’s just hot. You want a knot?”

His teasing sent a wave of arousal through you. “Stop it.”

“I don’t think so.” He smirked. “I like watching you squirm, y/n.”

You could feel slick leaking out of your hole, and you bit your lip.

“Enough, Min.” Hongjoong stood up. “I’m the captain, I’m going first.”

“Aw, but I don’t want to wait.” Mingi pouted. 

“Contact the others while I fuck her, then you guys can watch while you all wait your turn.”

You gave a long moan from where you were still crouched beside your bag. Hongjoong looked at you. “Slut. You like the idea of all of us fucking you, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. Hongjoong had never talked to you like this before, always sweet and gentlemanly as could be.

“When you text Woo, tell him he owes me.” Hongjoong said to Mingi, but he kept his eyes on you. “She seems to like being degraded, so I won that bet. Get on the bed for me, pretty.”

“Bet?” You obeyed, getting onto the bed.

“Me and Woo have had some money on your kinks.” He said, as if this were a perfectly normal thing to do.

Mingi snickered. “Pervert.”

You were, inexplicably, into this, and Hongjoong could tell it made you hornier. He laughed. “You smell even sweeter. You like that? Me and Wooyoung talking about how we’d like to fuck you?”

“Mhm.” You whined. “Can— um, can…” You trailed off, realizing how desperate your request sounded. 

“Use your words.” Hongjoong climbed onto the bed, over you, trapping you beneath him. “What is it?”

“Can you fuck me at the same time?” You whispered. 

Hongjoong grinned, turning over his shoulder. “Mingi, you can tell Woo there’s a consolation prize for losing.”

You whined as he looked back at you. “Please, Joong. Alpha. Need you.”

He slid his hand into your hair and pulled you into a searing kiss. “Need you too, pretty. Take all those clothes off, you’re not gonna need them.”

You hurried to obey him, getting your shirt and skirt off as fast as you could. 

“Look at your body.” He murmured, his eyes raking over you. “Absolutely beautiful.”

You blushed, more slick leaking out of you. “Please, Hongjoong.”

“Ah-ah.” He raised his eyebrows. “You call me alpha, isn’t that right?”

“Yes.” You whispered. “Please, alpha.”

He smirked. “How can I resist when you ask so nicely?”

You whimpered as his hand came down to rub at your pussy. His touch felt so good, and all you wanted was to whine and rut into his hand, but you restrained yourself.

“So well-behaved.” He remarked, pulling his hand back and rubbing his fingers together, watching your slick drip down his hand. “I just know you’re gonna feel so good around me.” With that, he pushed three fingers inside you, and you moaned. 

“Fuck, Hong—alpha.” You breathed. “Feels so good, alpha. I… I want your cock, though.”

“Greedy little thing.” He laughed softly. “You’re gonna fucking get it, aren’t you? So be patient.”

You bit your lip again as he began rubbing his thumb around your clit. “Does that feel good, pretty? Is that what you need?”

You swallowed. It was a trick question, and you weren’t going to answer it.

“Answer me.” He added a fourth finger. 

“Ah! Yes, it’s good, but I need more, please, Joong—alpha!” 

He sighed. “Can’t even remember what to call me. I guess I just gotta fuck that disobedience out of you, don’t I?”

“Yes.” You squeaked. “Yes, you do.”

Hongjoong pulled down his pants, freeing his hard cock. Your mouth began to water at the sight. He threw them across the room. “Mingi, when are the others coming?” You’d forgotten he was even there.

“Soon, I think.” 

You looked over Hongjoong’s shoulder to see Mingi watching you, his phone in his hand, practically drooling. 

“Good.” Hongjoong said. “I want to make good on Woo’s consolation prize.”

Fuck. He’d been serious? You couldn’t wait for Wooyoung to arrive. 

Hongjoong pushed his cock through your folds, coating it in slick. “So messy, pretty.”

You just watched him, breathing hard. 

He lined himself up with your entrance. You could just feel him starting to press himself in when there was the loud sound of a door opening. You, Hongjoong, and Mingi all turned around to look at it. 

San and Seonghwa walked in, both dressed in dark t-shirts and sweatpants. San’s eyebrows were raised as he took in the sight. “Oh, look at that, Hongjoong’s about to fuck y/n. What did you say, Mingi? She’s in heat?”

You could hear the smirk in Mingi’s voice. “Yeah, she’s definitely in heat.”

You didn’t even realize you’d started breathing so hard until Seonghwa walked over to you and put a hand over your mouth. “There. You can start, Joongie.”

“Don’t need your permission.” Hongjoong sounded a bit irked, but grinned at Seonghwa as he slid inside you. You moaned long and loud into Seonghwa’s hand. You felt so full… but it still wasn’t enough.

“Fuck me.” You asked, and it came out muffled, but Hongjoong could definitely tell what you meant because he laughed meanly.

“Is there something you want, pretty? Use your words, I can’t hear you.”

“Fuck me, alpha, please.” You tried again, and you could hear Seonghwa’s snicker. 

Hongjoong looked up at Seonghwa, pursing his lips. Seonghwa leaned down and gave him a long kiss. You were a little surprised. You didn’t know they did that. 

Hongjoong looked at you after a moment. “I guess I can start fucking her now.”

“You should.” Seonghwa took his hand away from your mouth. “She was about to bite my finger or something. She’s so fucking horny.”

You wanted to snap out that you were in heat, of course you were fucking horny, but you held back. You wanted to submit, to be a good girl (to be their good girl) more.

“Fuck.” San said from where he sat on the end of the bed. “Damn, she’s so wet, I call next.”

“I was here first.” Mingi said indignantly.

Hongjoong abruptly pulled his hips back before snapping them back into you. You gave a long moan. This was what you needed, someone to fuck you long and deep and hard, into the mattress, someone to fuck a litter into you, someone to knot you and breed you and—

San cut into your thoughts. “No, I said it first. You and I both know the second someone starts to dominate you you’re gonna want to be a good boy, so shut up before I have to punish you.”

San’s voice was smug, or you thought so, most of the thoughts had left your head as Hongjoong had started to fuck you in earnest. His cock was so big, and so good, and filled you up just right. You couldn’t fucking wait for him to knot you. 

Mingi and San went suspiciously quiet. Honestly, though, you didn’t even care who won the argument, who got your body next, so long as they kept going the way Hongjoong was going. 

The door clicked open again, and you whined as Hongjoong stopped. “Alpha, can you please— why’d you stop?”

“Wooyoung.” Seonghwa’s voice was practically a purr. 

You shivered. Wooyoung. 

“Hey, Woo, get over here.”

Wooyoung was in a black satin robe, a sash tied around his waist. His hair was wet, like he’d just gotten out of the shower. He smiled as he saw you. “Oh, God, you’re so gorgeous like this.”

“Right?” Hongjoong thrust inside again. “She feels so fucking tight. Want her mouth?”

Your eyes widened as Wooyoung smiled. “D’you want me, baby?”

“Yes.” 

Hongjoong pulled out for a brief moment to readjust, and you whined at the sudden emptiness. 

“Shh, pretty, it’s gonna be okay, you’ll be so full soon.” He murmured to you, helping you move so your head dangled over the side of the bed. You looked up to see Wooyoung untying his robe, revealing absolutely nothing underneath. He left it on, untied, as he gently pulled you close to him.

You were practically salivating at this point. His cock looked so good. He was gonna fill your mouth up, and Hongjoong—

Before you could finish your thought, Hongjoong pushed back inside you. You moaned, and Wooyoung took the opportunity to slide into your mouth. “So good for me.” He murmured, holding onto your hair. 

It felt so good, being full from both ends. “Fuck me.” You moaned, although it came out muffled and distorted around Wooyoung’s cock. “Fuck me, alpha.”

Hongjoong grunted and began to do as you’d asked, aligning his thrusts with Wooyoung’s so you were pushed back and forth between them. 

Through your cock-drunk haze you could hear Mingi whining. Your eyes darted over to him as best you could, only to see San pulling his cock out and slapping Mingi across the face with it before grabbing onto his hair. “Open up, slut.”

Mingi obeyed, his tongue lolling out. San groaned as he started to fuck Mingi’s face. Even just from glimpses you could see San’s cock was huge, much bigger than most betas. It was bigger than some alphas you’d seen, even.

You couldn’t wait for it to fuck you.

Hongjoong noticed. “Like watching Sannie fuck Mingi’s face, pretty?”

You moaned in the affirmative, spit leaking out around Wooyoung’s cock.

“Fuck, so messy.” Wooyoung sighed. “Such a good girl.”

That sent another shiver through you, and you looked up at him through your lashes. He sighed again. “Fuck, keep looking at me like that and I just won’t stop.”

You didn’t want him to stop. You looked at him for another moment before looking back over to San and Mingi, who were still… busy. 

Hongjoong and Wooyoung kept going as you watched them. San slapped Mingi, and as you watched his hands drifted down to his lap. San slapped him again. “No, bad boy. You don’t touch that alpha cock. That’s my job.”

“Fuck, San, tell him.” Wooyoung’s fingers tightened in your hair. “Make him be a good boy.”

Wooyoung’s commentary on San and Mingi’s oral was only making you wetter. It was really fucking hot to watch him make Mingi submit, and to see how whiny and teary Mingi got when he was being fucked, even in his mouth. You wondered what he’d look like with a cock at both ends. Like you.

Wooyoung and Hongjoong kept going, kept using you. Your body jerked between the two of them. You were mostly along for the ride. You could feel the slick between your legs as Hongjoong kept fucking into your pussy, and Wooyoung’s hands in your hair turned almost gentle, combing through it as he continued with your mouth. 

It was a nice contrast, Hongjoong rutting into you like a feral animal while Wooyoung stroked your hair and shallowly fucked your mouth. You closed your eyes. 

You opened them a second later as a loud whimper filled the room. You looked over to see Seonghwa yanking Mingi’s hair back, pulling him off San’s cock. “Sannie doesn’t get to cum yet, he’s not wasting it on you.”

Before you could see what they did next, Wooyoung’s hands suddenly fisted in your hair, pulling you down onto his cock. “Fuck, y/n, I’m gonna cum.” He held you in place, his hips moving madly. He was in your throat at this point, and fuck it felt so good to be so full at both ends, to be used so thoroughly by your band members. 

Wooyoung came, and you tried your best to be a good girl, to take it all, to let him use you, but you coughed as he pulled back.

“Good slut.” He whispered, leaning down to peck your forehead. 

You looked up at him with glazed eyes. “Good for you?”

“So good for me.” He smiled. 

You turned over your shoulder. “Please, need a knot.”

“A knot?” Hongjoong’s smirk was evident even in his somewhat breathless voice. “You want a knot, why not beg alpha for it?”

“Please!” You cried out, uncaring if you woke up the whole hotel. “Please, alpha, need your knot, need it so bad.” 

Hongjoong laughed, but it was more of a loud exhale with the effort of his thrusts. “I’ll give you a knot.”

He pushed into you, and you could feel something stretching you wide. 

Hongjoong’s knot. 

He came, deep inside you, his knot inflating. Wooyoung pressed a hand to your stomach, grinning at the way you felt full. “You really bred her, huh, Hongjoong.”

Hongjoong reached around to hug you. “C’mon, pretty, relax with me.”

You hummed, pliant, laying down with Hongjoong as he curled up on the bed. Wooyoung joined you, pulling a blanket over your connected forms and cuddling into your other side.

“Thanks Woo, thanks, Joong.” You whispered. 

“No need to thank us.” Wooyoung kissed your neck, long and leisurely. “Always glad to fuck our favorite girl’s mouth. Whenever you want it.”

Hongjoong moved his leg, readjusting. You held back a moan at the slight motion of his cock inside you. “Yeah, we really should be thanking you, for letting us help you through your heat.”

“It’s not over yet.” You mumbled. “I’ve got a knot in me now, but as soon as it goes down… my heats tend to last some time.”

“Well, luckily for you, there are eight of us.” Hongjoong smiled.

The bed dipped as someone else got on. Wooyoung groaned in protest. “Hwa, let us have our moment.”

Seonghwa laughed softly. “I just wanted to join, not trying to ruin any moments.” 

You absently started to stroke Wooyoung’s hair with one hand while you reached out for Seonghwa with the other. 

Seonghwa smiled, leaning down to kiss you. “So beautiful, but you’re a needy thing, aren’t you?”

Out of the band’s members, you loved all of them in their own ways, but Seonghwa had always held a special allure. He was incredibly talented. The man played guitar and did vocals, none of the other members filled multiple roles like that. And he was sex on legs when he was onstage, singing duets with frontman San like they were in love. It drove the fangirls insane. 

And you, but that wasn’t something you’d wanted to admit until now. 

“Needy.” You nodded in agreement.

  Seonghwa gave you another, longer kiss. This one was sweet, but it had an undercurrent of seduction that yanked you in and kept you there. He was trying to turn you on again, and though Hongjoong’s knot was still locked inside you, it would not be a difficult task.

“Hwa… Joong’s still inside me.” You whined. 

Seonghwa bit your earlobe, making you twitch and gasp and arch your back. Hongjoong’s dick twitched inside you at that, and he groaned. 

“Well, as soon as he’s done, it’s my turn, isn’t it?”

The words sent shivers through you. “I thought San and Mingi were arguing about that.”

“They’re still… busy.” 

You looked over Seonghwa’s shoulder to see San sitting in the armchair Hongjoong had been in earlier, scrolling on his phone. His legs were spread, and Mingi knelt between them. “Don’t drool on my pants.” San said, his voice bored, but you could see the little smile tugging at his mouth. 

“Fuck.” You whispered. “That’s hot.”

“Mingi and San like to be rough.” Seonghwa smiled. “It’s quite fun to watch. You’ll have to join us more often.”

Hongjoong let out a strangled moan as you clenched down on him. You had no idea what they were, you had no idea what you were with them. You did know, however, that you loved them, and they loved you. And now everyone was fucking, you guessed? But whatever. It seemed to work.

And it seemed you’d fit in with them quite well.

 But you didn’t dwell on that too long, because when Seonghwa kissed you again, another wave of slick rushed out of you.

“Hongjoong.” You whimpered. “I need— I need—”

“I know.” Hongjoong kissed your neck. Wooyoung joined in, too, licking up the other side. “It’ll go down in just a second, and then Seonghwa can take his turn.” 

The phrasing, his turn, turned you on so much. Seonghwa, just like the others, got to use your body. They all would. 

You couldn’t help yourself, you rocked your body back onto Hongjoong’s cock. He hissed in overstimulation. You tried to be kind, to think of him, but your body just wanted to be fucked, more and more and more. You just held yourself back. 

They kept kissing you for a few more minutes, your body burning, until Hongjoong’s knot started to go down. You whined as he pulled out, suddenly empty. “Seonghwa…”

“I know, baby.” He got his pants off, and you almost started drooling at the sight of his long cock.

Seonghwa slid inside you, and you sighed at the sensation. “Fuck...”

Hongjoong and Wooyoung went off to shower, kissing you one more time before they left. Seonghwa set a languid pace, rolling his hips deep inside you. You were both panting after a few minutes, and you threw your head back. “Need it harder, alpha.”

Seonghwa laughed softly. “Alpha? I’m a beta, baby, but I’m happy to fuck you harder.”

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Sorry, Hwa, I didn’t mean to…”

Seonghwa stopped for a moment to kiss your head. “Nothing to apologize for. If anything, it’s kind of a compliment. But I know you need a knot right now.”

You swallowed, nodding.

Seonghwa thrust into you a few more times before turning over his shoulder with a sly smile. “Mingi, get your submissive ass over here.”

Mingi pulled off of San’s cock, his eyes heavily lidded, spit dripping down his chin. He looked obscene, fucked-out without even having been fucked. 

“You heard him.” San patted his cheek just softly enough to be a pat and not a slap. “Get over there.”

“Mhm.” Mingi climbed onto the bed, sitting in front of Seonghwa. 

He smiled. “Such a good boy… why doesn’t our good fuckpet satisfy y/n? Give her the knot she needs.” His voice was patronizing, condescending, but based on the significant bulge in Mingi’s pants, he was getting off on it. 

Mingi nodded. “Wanna be a good boy for you, sir. Wanna make y/n feel good.”

A shiver ran through you. 

“Why don’t you take off your clothes, then, and lay down on your back.” Seonghwa raised his eyebrows. “That’s not a suggestion, Mingi.”

Mingi squeaked, moving faster than you’d ever seen him move to get his pants and shirt off. He propped himself up on the pillows, looking at Seonghwa with wide eyes. You couldn’t take your eyes off of his cock, standing hard and full.

Seonghwa smiled and scratched his head. Mingi leaned into his hand. “Good boy. Y/n, why don’t you come ride him for me?”

You inhaled sharply and pulled away from Seonghwa’s cock, instead positioning yourself over Mingi’s and grabbing onto his shoulder. He looked at you with the most pathetic, desperate expression you’d ever seen. “Please, y/n.”

You sank onto his cock, moaning as every inch of it filled you up. He whimpered as you seated yourself fully on him, staying still for a moment to adjust to his size. 

“Go on, baby. Use him.” Seonghwa encouraged, voice smooth as satin.

You took a breath and began to bounce on Mingi’s cock, moaning as he hit that spot inside you with every motion. Like the rest of him, his cock was big, and you were euphoric as you felt it deep inside you.

Seonghwa tilted your head towards him. You didn’t stop fucking yourself on Mingi, but you looked at him.

“Aw.” He simpered. “So sweet. The subs are playing nice. You wanna kiss me, baby?”

You nodded enthusiastically, desperately. “Yes, Seonghwa.”

“Sir.” He reminded you.

“Yes, sir.” You rushed to correct yourself. 

“Good.” He murmured, leaning in. He gave you a long kiss that might’ve been sweet if he hadn’t started biting your bottom lip. You moaned into his mouth.

Mingi’s whines were a sweet soundtrack to Seonghwa’s kisses. He sounded so desperate and submissive, a far cry from the Mingi you knew onstage or even off. 

“Can Mingi fuck me now?” You whined against Seonghwa’s mouth. “I’m tired.”

“Of course, baby.” Seonghwa helped position the two of you so Mingi could start fucking into you. He rubbed Mingi’s back for a moment before suddenly scratching down his spine. Mingi moaned, arching his back and pushing his cock deep into you.

“Good boy.” Seonghwa whispered. “Y/n wants you to fuck her, so make sure you do a good job.”

Mingi began rutting into you with the same fervor that Hongjoong had, only with a lot more whimpering and big puppy eyes. “Am I doing good for you, sir?”

Seonghwa grabbed Mingi’s hair and forced him to look at you. “Ask her if you’re doing good.” He looked at you. “Baby, be honest.”

“Am— am I doing good?” Mingi’s voice was small.

“So full.” You said, your voice breathy. “So good, Mingi, Seonghwa… Mingi,  don’t stop.”

Seonghwa laughed meanly. “For someone with such a nice cock, it’s kind of funny how little Mingi uses it.”  He yanked his head back. “He loves being stuffed full so much. So I’m sure this is a nice change of pace for him.”

Mingi looked at him. “She’s so tight… I’m gonna… sir, I can’t last much longer.”

“Knot her. Give her what she wants.” Seonghwa leaned down to speak into your ear. “He’s gonna breed you so full, isn’t he?”

Mingi pushed into you one last time before his knot expanded and you were locked together. You could feel him start to cum inside you, and you whined, shaking as your own orgasm overtook you.

When you came back into reality, Mingi was collapsed by your side, breathing hard. Seonghwa was furiously working his hand on his cock, and you watched, transfixed. 

“Good boy, Mingi.” He breathed. “Good girl, y/n. You both did so good for me.”

You made a pleased noise, and that seemed to send him over the edge. He spilled onto his fist, his hips jerking up into it.

“’M sorry I wanted a knot.” You muttered, feeling bad Seonghwa didn’t get to finish inside you.

“Don’t apologize, baby.” Seonghwa said, looking around for a towel. “You have no idea how much I like watching.”

Your face got hot at the words. “Oh… well… that’s good.”

He finally found one, wiping off his hands. Mingi wrapped his arms around you as Seonghwa laid down on your other side. You were sandwiched in a giant Minhwa hug, and it was heavenly. 

You didn’t quite fall asleep, but you were definitely drifting off cuddling with them. Having a knot inside you and two of your eight favorite people in the world with you made you feel happy and safe.

You heard the door open, but you didn’t care enough to look and see who it was, at least not until someone came over to you, and you heard two people messily kissing.

You opened your half-asleep eyes to see Mingi and Yunho making out, almost directly over your face. It was quite a sight to wake up to, and you moaned almost without realizing it. 

They broke apart, both smiling down at you. 

“Hi, sunshine.” Yunho leaned down to peck your forehead, and Mingi adjusted, moving his cock inside you. You whined at that, oversensitive but your body still craving more. 

They ignored you, kissing each other again. You could feel Mingi’s knot starting to go down, and you pushed yourself back onto him, chasing the fullness. It was too late, though, he was pulling out, whispering an apology to you. “Sorry, Yunho’s gonna go next, though, okay?”

Your body was so hot, the ache between your legs so strong that you just looked at Mingi with big eyes. “Is he gonna fuck me?”

Yunho laughed. “Maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll just make you lay there and stay still. Hold me deep inside you.”

You take a deep breath, trying to keep it together, but Yunho continues.

“You just wanna get fucked so bad, isn’t that right, you want me to breed you and make it feel so good… maybe I’ll just make you take me the way I want it, hm?”

You knew Yunho was an alpha. But he’d always been sweet and kind to you. He’d never teased you like this.

His large hands moved over your form, caressing you, your tits, your waist, your ass, rubbing your pussy. You stretched out, opening yourself up to all of him. 

He laughed and unzipped his pants, revealing his cock straining against his boxers. You whimpered just looking at the bulge. 

“Stop teasing, Yunho.” Seonghwa’s voice was playful. “Don’t you see how much she needs it?”

You gave Seonghwa a grateful look before turning your attention back to Yunho. “Please, Yunho.”

“I love your begging.” He smiled, but there was no kindness in it. It was toothy, almost predatory. He completely took his pants off and positioned himself over you like he was about to fuck you. His boxers were still on, and the cotton rubbed against your clit as he rubbed against you. You whined weakly, feeling almost dizzy with the need to be full.

“What did I say, Yunho.” Seonghwa’s voice was firmer now. “She’s in heat. Be nice.”

Yunho sighed, and before you knew what he was doing, you were flipped on your stomach, your knees propped up under you and your face pressed into the pillows. 

“You wanna get fucked?” Yunho’s voice was almost a growl. Clearly he was not happy at Seonghwa’s interference. “I’ll fuck you, sunshine.”

A thrill went through your body at his roughness. You could feel his tip at your entrance, and you took a deep breath. 

Yunho pushed inside in one swift motion, and the breath you’d just taken whooshed out of your lungs. He was so deep inside you, so big, so good…

And then he started moving. With every deep thrust, you felt like you might cum that second. He was so rough, his fingers digging into your hips. You knew for sure there would be bruises the next morning. 

Yunho fucked you like he hated you, and as he leaned over your back, you could feel he was still wearing his sweater and buttons from the show. The pins felt cold on your back, and you shivered. 

“You like it like that? You like it when I fuck you rough?”

You nodded. “Yes, alpha.” 

“You know, you really should share with Sannie.” Seonghwa’s voice was light, lilting. “He’s been waiting so patiently.”

You could hear rustling behind you, and a whimper that sounded like Mingi’s. It was probably San standing up, and you wondered if Mingi had returned to sucking him off as soon as his knot had gone down and he’d left the bed.

Yunho fucking growled. 

You whined, the display of dominance turning you on more, but the rest of the room went silent. 

“I’m so sorry.” Yunho said immediately, stilling his hips. “Oh my God, I did not mean to do that.”

“It’s okay.” San said, and he sounded genuine. “Take your time with y/n, I’ll get my turn after.”

You did your best to stay still, trying not to ruin their conversation, but you needed him fucking inside you. 

“Thank you, San.” Yunho’s voice turned to you. “You alright, sunshine?”

“Mhm.” Your voice was small. “Yes, Alpha.”

“You want more?” Yunho’s voice turned smooth, slippery. 

“Yes.” You breathed.

“Yunho?” 

You pushed yourself up from the bed at that voice. “Yeosang?” You hadn’t even heard him come in.

But there he was, sitting cross legged on the bed beside you. You could see the fabric between his legs was dark, clinging to his thighs with slick. 

“What is it, baby?” Yunho hummed.

Yeosang bit his lip. “I fear… y/n may be sending me into heat.”

Your head nearly spun at that. One omega sending another into heat was not something that happened often, not unless the pheromones were just right. It had to be the scents of the alphas in the room who’d already fucked you who had a relationship to Yeosang, right? It couldn’t be you?

Yeosang smelled sweet, smelled needy. You whined. 

“Hey, Sannie? I have an idea.” Seonghwa said. “Why don’t you fuck Yeosang while you wait your turn.”

“Fuck.” San sighed. “I would love to, but I gotta keep disciplining this little slut for now.” There was a strangled noise from probably Mingi. 

You could hear Seonghwa’s smirk in his voice. “Joong? Wanna get over here and fill Sangie up?”

“I can do that.”

You’d almost forgotten about Hongjoong and Wooyoung. You looked around for them and saw Wooyoung laying on the other bed, watching, as Hongjoong got up to position Yeosang beside you. 

He smiled at you. “Hi, y/n.”

“Hi, Yeosang.” You breathed. He was so beautiful, still in his stage makeup, with bronze blush and little star freckles dotting his cheeks. “You’re so pretty.”

“You’re pretty.” 

“Can I kiss Yeosang?” You looked over your shoulder at Yunho.

He laughed, thrusting his hips into you. Your head fell back on the pillow in front of you. 

“Yeah, you can kiss him.”

You pulled your head up and looked at Yeosang for a moment, just taking him in. His expression went blissed-out for a moment as Hongjoong slid inside him, and you took that opportunity to pull his face to yours and kiss him.

“Mm, y/n.” He moaned into your mouth. “You taste so good.”

“Wooyoung.” You explained. 

You and Yeosang kept kissing, your hands slowly getting a little more exploratory with each other, while Yunho fucked you and Hongjoong fucked him. It felt so fucking good to have him inside you, and to have two pairs of warm hands on your body. 

You were dimly aware of Seonghwa moving to the other bed, and based on the sounds you were hearing he was touching Wooyoung, but you were too caught up in Yunho and Yeosang to really care. 

You could barely breathe for the size of Yunho’s cock inside you. He wasn’t quite as big as Mingi, but he still felt delicious inside you, hitting spots inside you that made you sigh and whine in pleasure. This was a side of him you’d never seen, and it made you feel so good.

“Fuck me.” You whined. 

“I am, sunshine.” Yunho gripped your hips tighter. “You’re already kissing Sangie, do you need someone else to come over and shut you up with their cock?” His voice turned into a whisper that edged on a growl. “No one else is touching you till I’m done with you.”

Yunho’s possessiveness was really fucking hot. He was a man possessed, fucking you with the fervor of an acolyte worshipping their god. 

Yeosang whimpered, and you looked at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, tears beading at their corners, and his mouth was wide. You wondered what he’d look like choking on someone’s cock— Mingi’s giant one, maybe. Although it seemed from what Seonghwa had said he wasn’t going to be fucking anyone’s face. Maybe they used Yeosang as a punishment. He’d have to hold Mingi in his mouth while Mingi stayed completely still. You could see it in your mind’s eye, Mingi looking at Hwa or Hongjoong and absolutely begging to thrust down Yeosang’s throat, and them denying him time after time. Maybe he’d even cry.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a particularly rough thrust from Yunho, and you cried out as you felt his knot starting to build at your entrance. “Fuck, Yunho, knot me, please.” You cried. 

“Beg a little harder.” He snarled. 

“Please, please, Yunho, please!” 

“That’s it.” He held you in a punishing grip, forcing his knot into you. You held your hand to your stomach, feeling the bulge of him inside you. He began to cum, groaning, and your orgasm hit you at the same moment. You arched your back, pushing you into a kiss with Yeosang, who returned it with a whine.

Yunho slumped on top of you, pressing a kiss onto your back. “You feel so fucking good, sunshine. Taking my cock so good.”

You sighed. “You feel so good, Yunho.”

The door opened one more time. You knew who it had to be. 

“Jongho.” San said. “Welcome to the orgy!” 

You could smell him as soon as he walked into the room. You’d forgotten he’d started entering pre-rut right after the show, and had decided to sequester himself in his room. It seemed Mingi’s text had encouraged him to come take a turn with you. 

Yunho’s knot went down quickly, deflating at the scent of another alpha clearly ready to fuck you into submission. The look in Jongho’s eyes was downright predatory, but the rest of his expression looked a bit nervous. He was chewing on his lip. “Hey y/n… do you still… need someone?”

You could feel yourself growing distressed at the sensation of so many ateez member’s cum leaking out of you. “Yes, Jongho, please, I need you to fill me up.”

Jongho’s clothes were off him in a flash, and he was on top of you. You were briefly worried that Yunho would get aggressive again, but he seemed spent, moving to take your place making out with Yeosang on the other half of the bed. 

“Not so fast, Choi.” San stood up. “I’ve been waiting though everyone else, it’s my turn.”

Jongho looked thoughtful for a moment. “What if we shared?”

San raised his eyebrows. “I’m listening.”

“I’ll get inside her… and then you can join me.” He looked between your legs. “I think her little hole can take it.”

You clenched around nothing, breathing hard. The thought of both of them inside you at the same time, fucking you in rhythm, was almost more than your heat-addled brain could handle. You needed them so bad you could barely even get out a whine, your desire choking you.

San smiled. “I like that idea.”

Jongho lined himself up with you, everyone’s cum and your slick making it an easy slide inside. You still gasped as he filled you up. Jongho was so thick, you wondered how San would fit. 

“Fuck.” Jongho’s voice was low. “I’m gonna knot you so hard.”

You took a shaky breath, lifting your hips weakly in an effort to get him to move. 

He laughed and grabbed your legs, starting to push in and out. Your eyes started to lose focus. 

“San, get over here.”

You weren’t even paying attention to how they were positioning themselves, your eyes fixed on the ceiling, but you could feel a finger enter beside Jongho’s cock. 

The stretch was so good. It was intense, but you could handle it. You wanted more. You wanted both of them. 

“More.” You choked out. 

“Slut.” San bit out. “I’ll give you more.” He bypassed two fingers and skipped straight to three. “Good, taking it so well. You’re gonna need to be prepared if you want both of us.”

“Want both of you.”

San sighed. “So impatient.” You could feel something bigger pressing at your entrance, beside Jongho. San swore, Jongho made a high noise, and you panted as he slowly pushed himself inside of you. 

“Beautiful.” Jongho reached down to brush away a piece of your hair. “Beautiful girl.”

You made a pleased noise.

And then you couldn’t make any noise at all as they began to fuck you, alternating thrusts. First San’s cock, then Jongho’s, then San’s, then Jongho’s. It was so much, and the rhythm was uneven at the beginning, making it even nicer when they settled into it. You were overstimulated, your body trembling and leaking slick and taking it so well, as Jongho and San kept telling you.

The room had descended into debauchery. Hongjoong and Yeosang were still going at it, with Yunho stroking Yeosang’s cock. Seonghwa and Wooyoung had begun to fuck Mingi from both ends, and he looked like he was in heaven. And of course Jongho and San were both deep inside you.

You hadn’t expected your night to go like this, not even a little bit, but you were so glad for the turn it had taken.

Jongho groaned. “I’m gonna cum, Sannie.”

San sighed. “Ugh, fine.” He moved up towards your face and held his cock in front of your mouth. “Get me off, y/n.”

You practically started salivating at the sight of his cock, opening your mouth and starting to lick at his tip. 

Jongho gave a few more strong thrusts before his knot inflated. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he locked himself inside you and started to cum, weakly sucking on San. 

As your orgasm passed, you flopped on your back, completely exhausted. 

“It’s okay, baby, I can finish myself off.” San whispered, kissing your forehead. “You were so good for us.” 

You finally felt satiated for the night, satisfied, now that all eight of your boys had had the chance to take a turn with you. Your heat hadn’t broken yet, but you felt safe now. If you had them with you, everything would be okay.

And as the rest of them finished up and crawled on the bed to cuddle with you and the others, you thought that this was what a pack must feel like. 

[the-music-maniac]

I get a little annoyed when people's complaints about zosan stray into the "Sanji would never fall for Zoro because of personal hygiene issues" territory. Mostly because I feel like it involves a fundamental misunderstanding about their dynamic and also Sanji as a character.

First of all, Sanji smokes cigarettes and cooks seafood and shit. Even if he does shower daily, there is no way he smells like a rose garden. So there's that.

Second of all, Sanji is a COOK. You literally cannot be a cook if you're afraid of getting your hands dirty, if you're afraid of working up a sweat. He knows the value of hard work in that regard. For his craft, Sanji gets all up in some fish guts, he hunts, he cleans, de-feathers, skins, butchers whatever creature they've managed to hunt - come on y'all. That is not a man that would be a germaphobe. He keeps his workspace and himself clean cause that's the mark of a good cook, but the man would have no qualms about getting dirty. He ain't squeamish.

Third, Sanji's entire thing is that he ACTS like a refined gentleman, but he's a little bit batshit crazy in the same way all the strawhats are. He's one of the monster trio for a reason! They're all freaking unhinged, Sanji's first reaction to seeing sea monsters is to yell that he wants to cook it. He's fought so many battles, I've no doubt that there's blood soaked into the soles of his fancy loafers, caked into some of the hems of his suit pants. My point being that while him acting like he's a gentleman with "refined tastes" is no means deception (he probably has excellent taste when it comes to dining) he also doesn't fit that description entirely. He strives for it, in order to maintain an image, and it also plays into his whole "ladies man" thing as well. But he's not actually a refined gentleman in our traditional interpretation of the word. He's down to slum it if needed, and will kick a person's ass for not finishing a soup that has a bug in it because it would mean wasting food. Also the man has worn orange crocs. Refined my ass.

Fourth, you can deny it all you want, but Zoro and Sanji have always been and will likely always be, two people that match each other's freak. And by that I mean that all it takes is Zoro muttering one little disparaging comment, and Sanji is immediately there, ready to throw down, dirt and sweat be damned. If he were to complain about Zoro's supposed bathing habits and shit, while I don't doubt some of it would be genuine complaint, it probably would mostly be because it would annoy Zoro. But when it comes down to stuff Sanji actually gives a shit about, hygiene would probably not be high up on that list. He is 100% that motherfucker that would get heart eyes over Zoro eating sugar onigiri out of the mud to spare a little girl's feelings.

I get annoyed by people using that argument as if it's a legitimate reasoning for why Zoro and Sanji wouldn't get together. Like what impression of Sanji do you have in your head? You think the dude that constantly knocks foreheads with Zoro during their antagonistic (gay) posturing would get squeamish about Zoro being a little sweaty? Sanji can be your babygirl if you want, but we gotta stop acting like he's the type to get squeamish over stuff like that - there's no way that out of ALL the issues Sanji has yet to work through locked up in that pretty noggin of his, that personal hygiene would be the hold up on a relationship between these two. The zosan dynamic is Sanji complains loudly about Zoro being a disgusting brute and then will turn around and roundhouse kick a man's head off. Like yes, Sanji. That's not the pot calling the kettle black at all.

None of this is a complaint btw. That's literally my favourite part about Sanji, and Zosan as a whole. Sanji wouldn't be nearly as interesting if he was just a gentleman. Zosan wouldn't be as compelling if they weren't two lil peas in a pod, equally as unhinged. The only difference is Zoro puts literally no effort into trying to hide his level of derangement. Which is also very in character for him, btw.

[lyrenminth]

Watching the sunset together

Joe Burrow x reader

I hope you enjoy this post. happy season for everyone! Wishing the best for all players and teams.

When Joe announced the vacations to Cabo, you were grateful. After a long season, you could relax and enjoy each other's company.

You stayed in a fancy hotel, eat deliciously and spend a good time walking around. At nights, you went out to eat dinner, went to bed to talk or make puzzles together or have steamy sex on every flat source you could find. It was a nice vacation overall, and you enjoyed Joe's company without the stress was nice. During the off season's beginning Joe was more relaxed, as the time went by and the season was closer he was more grumpy, and during the season you didn't have so much communication because he was so stressed and focused in keeping the team in the game. It was unreal, and at the start of your relationship was a big problem for both. You disliked his personality after a bad game, and he didn't like how incomprehensible you could be. So you talked a lot. About many things. It helped to improve your relationship and the dynamics.

So here were you, watching the sunset in the balcony. Sunsets always made you feel nostalgic for some reason. It was a beautiful sight to behold, and you didn't want to start thinking about anything at all. The balcony's door opened and Joe appeared looking for you.

"Hey" he said, freshly showered. He was a little bit red around the cheeks and forehead, and you made fun of him for it a couple times before. He sat down next to you, your arms touching. "What are we doing?" he asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Thinking about the meaning of life" you answered, seriously.

"Great, my favorite topic" he added, flat. You looked at his handsome face, smiling fondly. "You're such a beautiful shrimp" you teased him. "You won't even let me be, will you?" he answered back, the lines at the corners of his eyes appearing. "Why do you hate sunscreen so much?" you wondered.

"I applied sunscreen!" he replied, all outraged. "You need to apply it every two hours, Joe".

"I won't remember that" he decided.

You sighed, laying your head on his shoulder. The ocean was so beautiful, the red, orange and blue colors blending together, and the sun was split in half. The warm breeze caressed your face and you felt the urge to cry of happiness. It was so silly, but you felt so grateful for all things you got. Including Joe and his steady presence.

Joe always snapped you back to reality. As pragmatic as he was, he helped you to stay grounded. And as the dreamer you were, you help him to relax and enjoy. To see the other side.

Joe's hand searched for yours, his long fingers intertwined with yours. You felt your belly flutter in excitement. And you watched together the sun hide, and the moon rose and started shining. You were running your finger absentmindedly along scar of his knee while you were telling a childhood memory.

"You know what? I love this" he confessed after you finish telling the story about your first time on the beach "I like this a lot"

"What?"

"This" he waved a hand between both. "You made me feel cool"

You laughed. He wasn't romantic in his words, but you understood the meaning behind. The biggest compliment he had given to you was something about you feeling like a football match. "Thrilling, nice, intense" considering he was a football boy, you took it nicely.

"Thanks, you made me feel cool too"

"You know what I mean" he said, a bit embarrassed.

"Yes, I know love"

He kissed your forehead. "Are you hungry?"

"A little bit"

"We should order something or do you prefer to go down?" he asked. Another thing about Joe: he was very considerate about food. He always try to please you when you liked something. Once a bought ten boxes of the cookie brand you liked because you were dating Mr. Because I Can.

"I want to stay with you" you said. You didn't need to explain further.

"Okay, let's check the menu and order" you shiver from the mildly cold, and he ran a hand through your arm to warm you a little bit. "Let's go inside" he whispered in your ear. You felt something tingle between your legs.

You went inside, his phone started buzzing. It was his agent. "Can you order for me?" he apologize and left the room for privacy. You did as told. You laid on the couch, scrolling on your phone to kill time. Joe join you after a couple of minutes, he fell over you on the couch, hiding his face in the curve of your neck. His breath was heavy and warm against your skin.

"What does Matthew want?" you asked. Matt was his agent.

"He wants me to sign a new sponsor for the upcoming season" he said, kissing you neck slightly. You curled your toes, trying not to giggle.

"What type?" he raised his head at your question. His eyes were so blue under that light, and you could count every blond eyelash from there. "Jewelry. Bracelets" you ran your hands through his back, and cupping his ass. He didn't flinched, the opposite. He grinned and dive into a kiss. His tongue made its way inside your mouth, one hand running to your size, stopping at your breasts. You opened your legs to accommodate him between. You sighed feeling his erection against your inner thigh, hard and demanding.

"I'll have you for dinner" he said against your lips. Your hips started humping, looking for that delicious friction you needed. You were pulling his shirt up to undress him when you heard a ring.

And then another one.

"Fuck, who is it?" Joe said, gritted teeth.

"Dinner maybe" you whispered, frozen in place.

"Are you hungry?" your stomach took the perfect moment to answer that with a grumble. "Okay" he said laughing, sitting next to you.

"We have desert" you winked at him.

"Mmmm, I would love that" he said, standing up and reaching the door.

The dinner was delicious, and you spent a good time chatting and joking. Joe told you about his most recent reading, and you did your best to understand what he was saying. At midnight you were feeling sleepy, and so was he, both decided to skip the steamy sex session and have a good sleep.

"God, we're getting older" you mumbled, feeling him hug you from behind, and getting closer to you. He was really warm, and big and cuddly. "We choose to sleep over sex"

"It's fair" he said equally sleepy.

"Night" you whispered.

But he was fast asleep.

[valdomarx]

It begins, innocently enough, with a carton of orange juice.

Roy has never cared for the stuff, but Jamie is round at his house at 6am every morning after training, and he loves it. Roy figures he might as well make breakfast for them both while they're there, so the next time he's at the supermarket he picks up a carton and shoves it into the fridge.

And there's really no point in Jamie going home to shower before team training, is there? That would be a waste of everyone's time, so he showers at Roy's. Soon enough Roy's bathroom is full of expensive hair conditioner and elaborate skincare products and the inevitable cans of Lynx which start to crowd his shelves, but whatever.

And then Jamie starts turning up for weekly Lust Conquers All watch parties, and it's not quite clear how that happened. Roy wouldn't admit it on pain of death, but he likes having an excuse to watch the show and having someone to bitch about the terrible contestants and the unfair eliminations with.

And Jamie is right there, so it would be rude not to offer him dinner, wouldn't it? Roy likes to cook, and it's just as easy to cook for two as for one. Then suddenly Roy's kitchen cupboards are full of Jamie's favourite brands of soy sauce and Tabasco and rice cakes, but that's okay because at least now Roy can keep an eye on his diet.

And when Jamie is round and it's getting late and they've got 4am training tomorrow, he might as well stay the night. So what was Roy's guest room becomes Jamie's room. And if, on occasion, when they're both knackered from a hard match and ready to pass out, Jamie collapses into Roy's bed, tucked up next to him, snuffling and cuddly and infuriatingly, wonderfully Jamie, then that's no one's business but theirs.

Roy keeps finding bright orange joggers and graffiti-covered hoodies in his laundry pile, but Jamie still complains of having nothing to wear, so Roy tosses him one of his old Chelsea shirts. Then somehow Roy's entire cupboard full of old kits becomes Jamie's wardrobe, and Roy gets kind of used to waking up to find Jamie in the kitchen, making coffee, with KENT printed across his back.

At some point it's been weeks since Jamie was at his place, and Roy caved ages ago and gave Jamie his own set of keys, and it would be odd, frankly, for him not to be here, in Roy's space, sprawling on Roy's sofa and eating Roy's leftovers, and dropping his feet into Roy's lap with that ridiculous grin that makes the corners of Roy's mouth twitch upwards involuntarily.

"Marry me." Roy blurts it out, some instinct rising up directly from the very centre of his chest and exiting via his mouth with no input whatsoever from his brain.

"The fuck?" Jamie blinks at him, slowly, like he's approaching a wounded animal.

"Oh." Roy thinks fast. "It's a joke. Because you're always here, right, and we spend all this time together, and we're practically married." He forces what he hopes is a jovial smile. "Haha?"

Jamie gives him an odd look. "Riiiight."

Roy fiddles with the TV remote, then glances over at Jamie, then looks away again, then looks back. Jamie is still staring at him, a look of utter bafflement on his face. "I mean." Roy's leg bounces anxiously. "Unless... ?"

[ipostwhatiwant1202]

Mikey Imagine: His Feelings

It wasn't that you felt lonely but you also didn't feel like you weren't lonely. You had been feeling off the last couple of weeks and couldn't shake it. Everything had been fine up until your best friend got into a relationship and totally forgot about you. Now you just felt left to the wolves. You usually had kept to yourself and it wasn't that you didn't have other friends because you did, they were just too busy to hang out.

You had four friends who a lot of the time showed up unannounced and uninvited. You didn't mind because you liked their company. They usually brought movies and snacks and made you laugh like no other friends could. They saw you and they accepted you. Yet you hadn't seen them in a few weeks and not because they were too busy. It was because you were pushing them away.

You realized a few months ago that you caught feelings for a certain orange sporting turtle. It hit you like a ton of bricks one night while you were trying to sleep. You kept it lowkey and never spoke of it to anyone. You never believed he could like you back or make it work. With him being a mutant, you human, him keeping the city safe, and you having a normal job were all hindering you from telling him.

Mikey flirted with everyone, including you. You never thought much of it at all because it was his personality. Until a few months ago you just brushed it off but once you realized your feelings for him, you couldn't brush it off. You wanted to be the only one he flirted with and give all that attention to.

"Oh Y/NNNNNN." A voice rang out down the hallway.

You had just taken a shower and was all curled up in bed. It was early evening, the sun was still peaking out ever so slightly. You weren't in the mood for anything or anyone.

"No." You mumbled, tucking your head under the covers.

You didn't even hear the footsteps come in to your room. All you felt was the blanket being tugged off of you gently.

"There you are!" Mikey cheered, smiling down at you. "Hey, what's wrong?" His smile faltering.

"Nothing." You muttered, sitting up and ruffling your hair. "Rough day I guess. What's up?"

"I haven't seen you in ages. Ya keep sayin you're busy so the guys sent me to check on you." He explained, shrugging his shoulders.

"How thoughtful." You stated, pulling the blanket back over you. "How are things?"

"Beatin bad guys, video games, the usual." He said, taking off some of his gear before sitting on the other end of your bed to face you.

Mikey always made himself at home when he came to your apartment. They all did but Mikey was always the one who really made himself comfortable. It wasn't an odd thing to find him eating your snacks or sleeping on your couch at random times. It also wasn't unusual to have him sit with you like this on your bed.

You were close with all four of the turtles but Mikey was your main guy. He understood you unlike anyone else. He knew more about you than your own parents/best friend did. You trusted the guys with your life but you trusted Mikey the most. He always treated you with the most kindness and always made sure you were having a good time. He always made sure you were included and that meant a lot to you.

"How fun. Glad to hear things are going well." You said, setting your chin on your hand.

"We do miss you though." Mikey admitted, rubbing the back of his head.

"I'm sorry. I just have a lot going on at the moment." You admitted back.

"Like?" He asked.

You bit the inside of your cheek. "I just," you sighed, "I don't know. I just feel like I'm doing something wrong."

"You could never do anything wrong! You're like the best person ever." Mikey replied, a shocked look on his face.

You sadly smiled at him. "Thanks but Y/B/F/N doesn't seem to think so."

"Is this about their new partner?" He asked.

Mikey was scatter brained about a lot of things but he was observant. He paid a lot more attention to things than his brothers gave him credit for. When you had fallen ill with a stomach bug and just said you were tired, Mikey stayed the night with you to take care of you because he knew you were sick. Another time you had been ditched by an old friend group and didn't want to tell the guys, but Mikey knew something had hurt you so he brought his whole gaming system to your apartment and taught you how to play NBA so you weren't alone.

"Why is it that I'm always the one left behind?" You thought aloud. "I'm happy for them but they just act like I don't exist."

Mikey's face softened. He didn't like seeing you upset and didn't like hearing you talk the way you were talking. The truth was, he meant what he said about you being the best person ever because in his eyes, you were the number one best person. You were his favorite person. He enjoyed April and Casey but he was elated with you.

Since the first day he ever laid eyes on you, he had a crush on you. Yes he was fascinated with all humans but he was especially intrigued by you. You didn't view the brothers as monsters or like there was anything wrong with them. You saw them for them and accepted them as they were. Mikey loved that about you but he especially loved that you took a genuine interest in him.

He was used to being called annoying or told to not be an idiot by his brothers. He knew that was just a sibling thing and if someone else were to say it about him then his brothers would riot. You never once made him feel like he was annoying or an idiot. You laughed at all of his jokes and took an interest in his skateboard tricks and video games. You made him feel normal.

"It's their fault for that. I'm sure you didn't do something wrong." Mikey said, watching you play with the blanket.

"I just feel so alone all the time and I know I'm not. I just can't explain it." You muttered, rubbing your eyes.

"Aw Y/N." Mikey cooed, moving so he was sitting on the edge of your bed next to you. "I get it. It's like you have a huge hole in your soul."

"Yeah...Yeah that's it." You said, looking up at him. "I just wish I could fix it."

Mikey's heart nearly broke seeing the sad look in your eyes. "I'm not the best with words but I got you. I'm gonna help you fix it."

"Thanks Mikey but I don't think you can." You whispered, a sad smile on your lips.

"Why not? I'm the master at fixing feelings." He replied. "Plus you're my best friend! I can't leave ya like this."

"That's really sweet of you but I really don't think you can fix this." You sadly replied.

Mikey studied you for a second. He was debating on whether or not he should call one of his brothers to come by. Then again, you would probably get upset over them fussing over you like you seemed to shut down over him fussing over you. He just couldn't help himself. Your happiness meant the world to him and it was true, you were his best friend.

"Y/N, I spent my whole life underground away from people. All I wanted was to live a normal life like everyone else. I felt alone a lot of the time and then you came along." He explained, grabbing your hand. "I had my brothers and dad and April, but now I have you. You're the most awesomest and best person I know. I never thought I could be normal until you showed up."

"You showed up at the right time and saved me from those stupid gang people." You replied. "You technically showed up first."

You remembered that night clearly. You were walking home from the gas station after you stopped to get a drink. It was a quiet night, the street lights lit up the sidewalks. Some people were out but not a lot. The gas station was just down the street from your apartment so you felt safe enough to stop there before going home. It all happened so fast that you didn't remember much of the actual fight, only when Mikey and his brothers showed up.

While the three older turtles were fighting off the gang people, Mikey was trying to calm you. He kept telling you everything was okay and that he wasn't going to hurt you. He even offered you his gameboy to play on until the fight was over to distract you. When it was all over, Mikey personally escorted you home. That was the first time you had ever met the turtles and now you couldn't imagine your life without them.

"True." He said, smiling at you. "That was the best night of my life."

"I thought the day you got the key to the city was the best night of your life?" You half teased, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Nah, meeting you tops that." He replied, a hint of seriousness in his eyes. "I mean it."

You slightly blushed. "I really can't see my life without you guys."

"Y/N, can I tell you something?" Mikey asked, a nervous look clouding his eyes.

"Anything." You honestly stated.

"I'm not saying this because you're sad and I wanna cheer you up, I'm saying this because I mean it."

"Okay?"

"I like you a lot, I mean a whole lot. More than anyone in the world. I like you more than pizza like you."

You slowly blinked at Mikey. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Mikey liked you more than pizza, which meant his feelings for you were mutual.

"You do?" You whispered. "Really?"

"Is that weird?" He asked.

"Is it weird if I say I like you too?"

"You do!?"

You slowly smiled at him. "Yeah, I have for awhile."

Mikey's lips grew into the widest smile you'd ever seen. "What!? Wow! Okay! Wow!" He stood up and danced a little before sitting back down. "Okay, okay this is awesome."

You chuckled at him. "I guess we feel the same way about each other then."

"So are we a thing now?" He asked, studying your face.

"I think so if you do."

"I'm gonna kiss you now."

Mikey reached over and cupped your face, leaning in and kissing you. It was gentle yet passionate at the same time. You felt safe with him like if anything came to hurt you, you wouldn't be afraid because he was right there. For the first time in months, the hole in your soul was feeling more fulfilled.

You pulled away and smiled at him. "Way to seal the deal."

"What can I say? I got a way with the ladies/men/people." He teased, smiling back at you.

"Thanks Mikey for coming here. I'm really glad you did." You said, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I always got you." He mumbled into your neck, wrapping his arms around you.

Muffled cheering was heard from outside. You pulled away and looked over at your window. Leo, Donnie, and Raph were on your fire escape, clapping and cheering for you guys.

"You guys!" You whined.

"That was the worst yet cutest hallmark movie I ever seen." Raph teased as he opened your window.

"Congrats." Leo said, smiling at you and Mikey.

"I think you two owe me Italian tonight." Donnie said, patting Leo and Raph on the shoulders.

You rolled your eyes and looked at Mikey, who just grinned at you. The wait was definitely worth it.

[oharamwah]

ଓ + — soft boyfriend headcanons

boyfriend!miguel x fem!reader

contents : fluuuufff and some nsfw, super messy and all over the place. i’m telling u this is so unstructured.

no heavy nsfw but suggestive themes under the cut

posted august 1st - to be edited !

© oharamwah, please do not steal my work.

i’m so down bad for this man and he isn’t even real but that means i get to make up whatever headcanons i like abt what it’d be like to date him 😋

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♡ i just wanna get straight to the point — miguel’s kisses are soooo. mmph.

♡ he’s the type to keep things at a small peck when others are around or when you two are a little busy and on your feet

♡ like he’ll be at work like always and you’ll pop into his home office just to drop off a snack and he’ll pull you closer by your chin to kiss you DKSJDHSKLD

♡ and when he’s working from home and he’s in sweatpants (a rare sight for many) and he has his thin wiry dad glasses on oh my

♡ buuuut, but. this man knows how to kiss properly too

♡ also we all know miguel is bossy, and this applies both in and out of the workplace

♡ he is huuuuuge on princess treatment

♡ making sure you barely have to lift a finger to do anything when he’s around, especially during intimate hours

♡ he is big on aftercare, never wants you to feel any pain during or after sex. well, with some exceptions. all he wants is for you to feel good. so, if you ask him for a tummy massage or a back rub, he’ll do it no hesitation.

♡ like ok i’m not gonna make this an nsfw hc post but… spanking 🤗

♡ anyway.. he’s definitely the type of boyfriend to keep lots of baby wipes and deodorant and any girly things you’d need in a separate bathroom cupboard, exclusively for you and when you stay the night

♡ speaking of, refuses to let you pay for anything when you’re out shopping. say you walk by the department store and you remember that you ran out of pads or shampoo, he has it covered

♡ he’s just so… idk he loves taking care of you in every aspect.

♡ y’know when boyfriends carry their girlfriend’s bridal style when their high heels hurt their feet ?? yeah that’s miguel.

♡ again, he hates seeing you in any kind of pain. even if your shoulder bag is just a little too heavy, he’s got it

♡ always reminds you that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.

♡ you’ll be getting ready for a fancy dinner party and you’re staring at yourself in the mirror feeling a little self conscious, poking and pinching at parts of your tummy, arms, anything you felt insecure about at the time

♡ and instead of letting you know that he saw you, he’d come up from behind you and just start showering you with compliments and butterfly kisses

♡ because the last thing he wants is for you to feel even more insecure because you got caught, he just wants you to know what he thinks about you

♡ “so pretty my angel, is that a new dress?”

♡ he’d ask, knowing he’s the one that bought it

♡ *kiss* “you do your makeup differently today?” *kiss* “i like it, honey.”

♡ AGGHH he’s just too sweet. he always knows how to make you feel comfortable.

♡ king of small kind gestures because even though he could compliment you and all that jazz, you find that he doesn’t really say “i love you” that often. instead, he shows it to you

♡ he knows exactly how you like your eggs, down to the amount of salt and pepper you use

♡ he also knows you like peeling your own oranges but you always struggle to start them, so he’d use his fangs to peel a little piece for you to peel from

♡ and he pre-slices all the lemons because he knows you like lemon water but you kinda suck at using knives

♡ if you leave your glasses/sunnies at his place, he’ll take it upon himself to clean them for you

♡ knows the kinds of snacks you like on movie nights so he stocks up on them, never leaving his pantry empty. no, he never eats snacks, but he knows you do <3

♡ he’s also the type to drive you out wherever and whenever you want. night drives, sunset viewing, anything you wanna do he’s willing to take you there. you’re his passenger princess!!

♡ also omg so random but i feel like he’s lowkey insecure of his fangs. like he knows they can be a bit intimidating and cause some worry, so whenever he smiles around you he tries to keep them inside but they just peek out his lips and it’s skfkskfj so cute

♡ and when he laughs he covers his mouth so sometimes you have to place your hand over his, and he’ll look at you all “what..?” and you’ll peel his hand back and be all cute about it

♡ “show me your smileee” and he gets all SHYYY

♡ he’s definitely the angry/grumpy shy with you, he can’t help but feel a little embarrassed about being shy or flustered but he also kinda enjoys the feeling

♡ sorry this is so unorganized but i just had another thought

♡ he’s just so familiar with being in the same bed as you by now that he can tell when somethings wrong just by the movements you’re making

♡ or if you’re shifting around a lot in your spot, he won’t say anything but he’ll grab onto your waist to let you know he’s there and he’ll pull you a bit closer so you feel more at ease

♡ AND EVEN IF YOU ARENT IN HIS BED, he’ll never go into your spot. that’s your spot. though he does take the pillow and hug it sometimes. sometimes..

♡ he even washes your pillowcase more often than he washes his sheets because he knows how particular you are about your skincare and haircare

♡ but he’s also super particular about his own hygiene, constantly freshening himself up with like spray deodorants and stuff. and a lot of mouth wash. he takes dental care very seriously.

♡ like he even reminds you to floss every night and prepares you a cup of mouth wash and seals it with a kiss hehdheh

♡ that man is so clean. deadass. he works so hard yes but he always makes sure to be clean because the last thing he wants is to be a loser that SMELLS bad (LOLLDFKMSM)

♡ you’re the only person he’ll listen to when it comes to bedtime

♡ he’s always being scolded by his colleagues to get more sleep because his under eyes are getting darker than a winter night sky

♡ but he always just brushes them off — unless it’s you

♡ he’s actually kinda nervous to make you upset. like he could never even dream of making you upset or mad at him he couldn’t handle that

♡ you two never argue, you only have very passionate debates

♡ you’re usually right in the end, and he accepts that. he just hates when you two disagree. so when apologizing for being stubborn and making you upset, he speaks in a way softer tone than he would anyone else. it’s a bit higher than his normal voice and it’s very airy, very comforting and apologetic

♡ he’s just such a softie for youuuu waoooowwww

♡ anyway i’m gonna post this and come back to it when i have new ideas instead of posting a bunch of separate ones <3 enjoy angels !

[alittlepudge-neverhurtnobody]

kinktober #23

Bonfire Bash 🔥 / Rotten Core 🪱

“Oh, you’re gonna do it like that?” says Hardison, widening his eyes at Parker. “That’s just nasty, woman. That’s, like, a four-thousand-percent sugar to anything else ratio. S’mores are about the balance.”

Parker licks around the edges of her s’more, which is a carefully assembled tower of six marshmallows, three Hershey bars broken in half so that three halves bracket each side of the marshmallows, and then the usual amount of graham crackers because this is the only way she can stand them. Otherwise they get all weird and gummy in her mouth and it unlocks some weird memory she thinks might be from when she was a baby, and she definitely doesn’t want that. 

“Excuse me,” she says, poking Hardison’s pudgy side with one finger. “My methods are superior. Tested by time!”

Hardison looks to Eliot for help, but Eliot shrugs. “Can’t be that different from that orange soda you’re always drinking, man.”

“HaHA!” cackles Parker, chomping a bite out of her s’more. “See? This was a great idea, you guys. Why don’t we have more s’mores nights?”

“Fire,” Hardison and Eliot say in unison.

“Oh, right.” In her defense, Parker has been really good about the fire. This is a nice way to enjoy it: sandwiched between her favorite boys, eating what’s objectively one of the best foods ever invented, all with a giant roaring flame to keep her warm and stimulated. Earlier in the evening, Hardison presented her with a whole set of fireplace tools, including an extendable blow poke and a long metal grabber to move wood around with, and told her that they were the condition on which she was allowed to play with the fire.

“Did you steal the tools?” she’d whispered, and he’d nodded.

“You know I did. Only the best for my baby.”

They’re burning, like literally burning, a bunch of old identities from the last city. Hardison’s got backups under layers and layers of encryption and firewalls and all his other digital safety measures that sound like word salad to Parker, but she wanted to have a ceremonial bonfire to commemorate starting over again, so Hardison humored her and printed out some copies. 

She likes the new house so far. It’s colder here than Portland, but it doesn’t rain as much, and there are enough trees on the multi-acre property that she’s already starting to bug Hardison about a zip line. So far he’s much more open to the idea of putting one out in the trees here than he was to putting one inside the New Orleans house, even though the high ceilings would have been perfect. 

She takes another bite of s’more and adjusts a few logs with the grabber. The fire sends up a shower of embers and ash, and she flicks them off where they land on her clothes. She’ll have to shower right away when they get inside, because as much as she loves the smell of wood smoke when it is outside, in the fresh air where it belongs, she hates smells that linger, and wood smoke is definitely a lingerer. She’ll pull the boys in too. Eliot’ll hate it because he just washed his hair this morning and he doesn’t like to do it twice in one day, says it’s bad for the hair or something, but oh well. That’s why she bought him the shower cap. It’s not her fault he refuses to wear it. 

She’d kind of thought that Eliot would have had some fancy high-end way to make a s’more, like dark chocolate and brown sugar marshmallows or something, but he’s chowing down on a normal one next to her, hair pulled back into a loose bun and shoved under a beanie to keep it out of the goop. That’s the other thing Parker likes about s’mores, the one Hardison really can’t abide: the goop. Parker can endure any number of boring activities, lectures, and/or social situations if she has something sticky on her fingers to keep her entertained. Lately she’s been really into those sticky little hands, but the s’more is a nice change of pace. 

(The new house also came with pine trees, which she’s very excited for. Eliot said they won’t start dripping a lot of sap for a while still, but she can wait. She’s got time. And a bulk order of sticky hands to get through.)

Next to her, Hardison wipes some marshmallow from his hands with an antibacterial wipe. His face is a bit fuller than it used to be, and while he’s retained some muscle tone in his arms, he’s also got enough extra arm for Parker to jiggle a little when they cuddle. His belly bows out in a soft curve beneath his t-shirt, and 

“Hi,” she says, tipping her head onto Hardison’s shoulder. Now that he’s back from his stint of globetrotting and saving the world, he hasn’t been working out as much, and his orange soda consumption is back up to normal levels. He’s softening up; they all are, thanks to Eliot’s determination to get them to eat three meals a day and their enthusiasm at being his taste testers for the new menus he’s been working on. Parker likes her new, softer shape a lot, even if she’s had to work to figure out a new center of gravity, a new sense of balance. It’s a good challenge. Without even realizing it, she’d gotten kind of bored of knowing how to do everything she does without having to work for it.

“Hey, mama,” says Hardison, bumping his head gently against hers. “Want me to start another marshmallow for you?”

Parker nods, mouth full. Hardison is the best at roasting marshmallows. He’s proven himself over campfires, barbecue grills, fireplaces, gas burners, blowtorches, and the tiny tabletop electric grill Eliot gave in and bought after he realized the one Parker had her eye on could double as a fondue pot. The man’s got it down to a science. Probably he has an algorithm for exactly how much heat and exposure time each square inch of the marshmallow needs to be perfectly golden.

Hardison plucks another couple of marshmallows out of the bag and threads them onto his stick. On her other side, Eliot takes a slug of the new porter he’s trying out for the new restaurant space he’s been cooking up. Eliot’s softer than both of them, but they’re doing their best to catch up. A little bonus padding has made him stronger, more powerful, harder to hurt, and Parker loves that that softness makes her feel both comforted and reassured in his arms. He’s still the most dangerous person in any given situation, but she likes knowing that there’s some extra fat between him and whatever he’s up against.

Eliot built the fire pit out here with his own two hands and a bunch of rocks he dug up from the chunk of the yard he’s taken over for his garden. If Parker looks hard enough, she can see them in its construction: Eliot the protective perimeter of stones, Hardison the gravel inside it, laying the groundwork and keeping everyone even, and herself, reaching up for the sky in bright fingers of flame. 

“Who do you think could eat the most s’mores?” she muses, watching Hardison twirl his marshmallow stick amid the flames.

“You,” Eliot and Hardison in unison.

“Come on!” she groans. “That’s not fun!”

“But it’s true,” says Hardison, shrugging. “You could eat us under the table as far as sugar’s concerned.”

“Okay, fine,” she says, skimming the gooey marshmallow innards off the tip of her own stick, where the outer shell of the marshmallow went up in flames shortly after she plunged it into the fire. “What do you think you could eat the most of?”

Hardison purses his lips, gaze lost somewhere above the fire. “Probably like — we talking, like, one specific food, or a whole genre of food?”

Parker shrugs. “I’ll allow a genre, since mine is sugar.”

“Maybe chips,” says Hardison. “Or, like, the extended family of chips and chip-adjacent snacks. If we include, like Cheetos, Takis, all them, I think I could do it. Give me something to hack and I can clear out bags without even realizing.”

“That’s true,” says Parker, considering. “I’ve seen you go through chips like that. It’s impressive.”

“Thank you,” says Hardison, bowing as much as he can while sitting on a log, roasting marshmallows. “It’s a carefully honed talent.”

They both glance at Eliot, who’s squinting into the flames. 

“Potatoes,” says Eliot finally. “Variation in texture’s key to being able to eat a lot of something. More important than taste, even, but that ain’t even really an issue with potatoes. You can dress ’em up all sorts of ways and they’ll feel like different foods.”

Hardison nods solemnly. “Okay, okay. I think Parker and I will have to verify, though. Like the Guiness Book of World Records. Let’s put that on the calendar.”

“As long as I get to cook the potatoes,” says Eliot, and Parker and Hardison nod vehemently.

“All you, man,” says Hardison. “We ain’t touching that.”

He pulls his marshmallows out of the fire and examines it. “Almost done,” he tells Parker, and she begins preparing her chocolate bars and graham crackers.

“Okay, but Eliot,” she says, tapping his knee with the corner of a wrapped chocolate bar. “If you had to make your own version of s’mores, what would you do?”

“Like how would I make ’em better, or how would I make ’em high-end?”

“Either,” says Parker, sliding the marshmallows Hardison passes her off the stick and squashing them between the graham crackers and chocolate so that they ooze out the sides.

Eliot thinks, turning his beer in his hands. “Pound cake,” he says after a long moment. “With crushed graham crackers in the batter. Grill it beforehand to warm it up, get it a little crispy, there you go.”

“I want that,” Parker agrees. “I want that a lot.”

“And elevated,” he goes on, rubbing his chin, “I think Earl Grey shortbreads and lavender dark chocolate. Marshmallow’s got to be the sweetest thing there or it won’t work.”

Parker wrinkles her nose. Hardison doesn’t mind lavender, even goes in for some floral beers or ice creams sometimes, but she’s not a fan. “Okay, you guys can have those. Will you make me the pound cake ones sometime?”

“Yeah,” says Eliot, reaching over for a bite of her s’more. “Maybe next weekend. We got this fire pit now, we might as well use it.”

“Now hold up,” says Hardison from Parker’s other side. “I could get in on some pound cake. Throw some strawberries in there, I’m in.”

“Strawberries’d be good,” Eliot agrees through a mouthful. “I’ll pick some up this week. Can’t have you two starving.”

Parker lays a hand on her belly over the blanket where it’s starting to round out a bit. “Aw, we know you’d never let us starve.”

“Never,” says Eliot, passing her s’more back to her. “Not on my watch.”

[according2thelore]

Hope yall don't mind some Omegaverse asks,

But I'm dying to know what are O!Deans or O!Sams cravings ? What was the most annoying aspects of their respective pregnancies ? Most paranoid/ overprotective alpha!brother?

[ Let's be real, their both over protective of each other lol, but it feels like Alpha!Sam would try harder to get preggo O!Dean to stay and relax in the bunker for the whole pregnancy. And while Dean likes the bunker well enough, this man CANNOT put still for more than a week]

hi!! we ALWAYS take omegaverse asks, lol!

i think it would be fun if omega!sam's cravings are always sweet things? because i think him being pregnant would turn his health-consciousness into OVERDRIVE. and now his feet hurt and he's exhausted all the time and dean won't even fuck him like he's not gonna break and sam wants to eat an entire quart of chocolate ice cream with his goddamn hands!!!!!!

and now dean has sympathy cravings and buys them each pints of nice, specialty ice cream and sam is two seconds away from crying both in gratitude and in fury!!!

he also really loves salt and vinegar chips, and crushes them up so he can put them on his ice cream. dean loves that sam is eating things for joy rather than strict necessity and WILL hand feed him m&ms or chips or reese's cups.

omega!dean's cravings are random and insane. sam wakes up one night and dean isn't in bed and he freaks the fuck out but dean is crouched in front of the pantry dipping cold day-old bacon in peanut butter like why isn't this working?? he wants lemon juice in yogurt and cries when it curdles immediately. he blends three eggs into protein powder and drinks it like a man starved.

he pours pickle juice into ramen that he's already put orange juice in and topped with frosted flakes and moans in ecstasy when he shoves it in his mouth.

most normal dean craving? crunchy peanut butter. he can't get enough of the stuff. he puts it on everything and licks it off the sides of the jar when he runs out. sam doesn't mind because 'actually, dean, it's really rich in some good protein and vitamins like magnesium and--' and dean cuts him off with a glare. all of their kisses taste like peanut butter for all nine months of dean's pregnancy and sam--years later--still gets a little turned on when he eats a PB&J and can't explain why.

most annoying part about sam's pregnancy is the mood swings, if one can even call it that. he's having a completely normal afternoon, then he's having a panic attack under the table and clawing at his throat. he bursts into tears at the drop of a hat. he wakes up and is so furious at dean for not hanging his towel up that he doesn't talk to him all day. he gets out of the shower and is so blindingly horny that he doesn't let dean go to bed until three a.m., and even then because sam himself collapsed from exhaustion. and for sam, who prizes personal control, hates this. he hates not being able to control his emotions, and that any little thing can set him off wildly. he feels like he's going insane. he's so filled with anxiety constantly that he's going to be a terrible parent.

most annoying part about dean's pregnancy is that the baby won't stop MOVING. it kicks his bladder or liver or stomach all hours of all days, and sam gets so misty-eyed excited even eight months in, wanting to feel it. the baby gets excited when it hears sam talking and kicks up a fuss, and when dean tells sam this, sam cries. dean tears into sam for 'infesting me with this gigantor baby,' and sam does that thing where you stand behind a pregnant person and hold up their belly for them to take pressure off their back. dean's moan of relief is so loud that cas pops out of the room because he thinks they started having sex. dean's back hurts all the time from how big the baby is and the constant moving keeps him up at night and makes his body ache. he cries from exhaustion and pain and gets furious for being such a 'weak' omega who can't even carry a baby right.

who is the most paranoid alpha? dean. who is most over-protective alpha? sam.

alpha!dean is constantly worried that some supernatural being is coming to tear his family apart, because that's all monsters do, in his personal experience. here is baby sammy, now pregnant with a baby. dean is inconsolable. omega!sam rolls his eyes, but alpha!dean starts researching how to make their circle of protection wider. he won't let omega!sam go anywhere without dean, and dean won't go anywhere without at least two guns and three knives.

now, alpha!sam is over-protective. he thinks he's super chill and normal, until dean--glowing with new pregnancy and smelling incredible--and he are at the grocery store and an alpha comes over to ask dean where he got the bacon in their cart. sam, over by the dairy, practically teleports back to dean and starts growling. dean is not allowed to go out in public without sam, and not allowed to take more than three steps away from him at any given time.

you are completely correct about dean going stir-crazy! sam is used to being at home, and most of his hobbies are inside hobbies (e.g., reading, researching, even running can be done on a treadmill), while dean only has TV watching. he's most at peace when he's driving on a windy road with the windows down and music blaring.

sam insists on going with him and is practically vibrating with anxiety the entire time, ruining any enjoyment dean could've gotten from it. eventually, dean gets too big to get behind the wheel, and he melts into a puddle of frustrated fury-tears.

one time, when his stomach isn't too big, he goes on a drive in the middle of the night without telling sam. he comes back to the bunker a few hours later, finally at peace and back to normal, and finds the bunker torn apart and one of the other cars gone.

dean calls him, and sam picks up before the phone even has time to ring. he's out of breath and panicked and a minute and a half later, sam practically kicks open the front door. as soon as he sees dean, standing at the bottom of the stairs in the war room, he collapses to his hands and knees and retches.

i thought something had happened, sam sputters through a barely-leashed panic attack, when dean stumbles over and lowers himself next to him. you were gone and there wasn't a--a note, nothing. please don't ever do that again. i'm sorry. i thought--

dean doesn't ask him what he thought. all of it adds up to dean and their baby lying in a ditch somewhere. he rubs tears off of sam's cheeks and resigns himself to being a homebody. he can't even be mad when sam is this torn up about it.

sam preens when dean makes a nest out of sam's shirts, and dean--still apologetic--lets sam into his nest to hold him for a bit. it's nice. it's really nice. dean can almost forget how much his back hurts.

sam won't let dean lift anything, ever, and once hopped out of his chair to stop dean from bending down to pick a movie to watch, insisting on grabbing the VCR tape himself. sam will stand behind him and pace if dean wants to cook food, like the pancake batter is going to grow claws and try to come at him. dean almost thinks his pregnancy is harder on sam, until sam gets to hold dean at night, hand over his stomach as the baby moves, nose tucked right against dean's scent gland, and he can't stay too mad at him. he tries, though. he definitely tries.

thank you so much for sending this in, anon! <3 i clearly love gabbing about this, lol!!

-lizzy

[cookinguptales]

time to shill for Big Salt!!!

Okay, so like I said in my last post, I recently became a ~Vitassium Ambassador~, which is a fancy way of saying that I shilled for this company for free for so long that now they're paying me to do it.

In salt. Much like a deer.

Anyway.

Vitassium is SaltStick's line of products specifically for POTS, EDS, Cystic Fibrosis, Vasovagal Syncope, and other forms of autonomic dysfunction. Essentially speaking, SaltStick has been making electrolyte products for years, and when they realized that a lot of their patients buying them were doing it for medical reasons, they started doing research into creating products specifically for that purpose. And that's how the Vitassium line was born.

Vitassium generally has more salt and less magnesium/calcium/potassium than SaltStick's other electrolyte products, which is good if you need a lot of salt and you don't want to take too high a dose of the rest. Personally, I tend to use a mixture of both of their lines so I can get a little calcium/magnesium boost sometimes but more salt other times. (The amount of potassium is fairly similar in both lines, with a little more in the SaltStick line.)

Either way, it has a lot less sugar than Liquid IV, which I get sick off of due to sugar sensitivities. Like... *googles* 11g of sugar in Liquid IV vs. 2g of sugar in Vitassium, with the same amount of salt in each serving. I have to be pretty careful about my sugar intake, and I suppose I can't speak for everyone, but my stomach handles Vitassium a lot better than most of the other alternatives on the market.

So I've been using it for several years now and I'm really happy with their products! Like -- I may now officially be a shill for Big Salt, but I don't plan on lying or exaggerating anything here. I use their products every day, and sometimes that's the only way I can manage to take a shower.

(My fellow POTS/EDS-sufferers know, the shower struggle is real. lmao)

Anyway, they just sent me one of everything in their Vitassium line. They didn't actually ask me to show it off, but I'm doing it anyway because this is my blog and I cannot be stopped.

From left to right, we have a bottle of their electrolyte capsules (these are sugar-free extended-release salt pills with a bit of potassium added), both flavors of their electrolyte fastchews (chewable electrolyte candies that provide quick relief... think salty sweettarts), a cute bottle full of packets of their electrolyte drink mix, sample packs of the fastchews, and some stickers.

Personally, I mostly use the fastchews. I've tried salt capsules in the past and had some stomach upset, but now that they sent these to me for free, I guess I'll try them out again. The fastchews are basically sour candy full of salt lmao. (They also have about 2g of sugar per serving, just like the drink mix.) They really are effective, though, so I tend to take them as needed throughout the day.

I usually just keep a bottle of them in my purse, but the sample size bags are resealable and fit well in pockets, bags, etc. I'm happy that they sent me some little sample bags because now I can refill them, haha.

I used to just buy the normal SaltStick fastchews, and my go-to flavors in that line are orange, wild berry, and lemon-lime! I haven't tried the mango because I'm allergic, the peach is okay if very sour, the coconut pineapple is a nice piña colada taste but a little sweet for me, and I really hate the watermelon ones!

(Look, I promised to be honest with you. lmao)

The Vitassium fastchews are newer, and they only come in two flavors so far. I always buy the fruit punch because I despise artificial grape flavor. They just gave me a bunch of grape ones, so I tried them. Good for what they are, but I still hate grape.

(Do any of my chronically ill followers want these? lmk)

The drink mix is the newest Vitassium product! I like it quite a bit; the relief is quicker when you drink it vs. eat it, and speaking as someone who generally hates drink mixes, the flavor is pretty good.

I've tried both the fruit punch and the pink lemonade, and I think I prefer the pink lemonade. The flavor suits the salt a little better, imo, and I think weirdly it mixes a little better?

I usually buy the drink mix in the canisters because it's cheaper that way and produces less waste (the canister pictured there is one I already had) but the packets are very handy to keep in your bag. They're easy to tear open and even when you tear off the whole top, the opening is small enough that it pours smoothly into small-necked bottles. I like to put some ice in mine and shake it up.

(Side note: Vitassium has specifically designed all their packaging to be as easy to open and use as possible because they know that so many of their customers have arthritis, EDS, and other connective tissue disorders. Which, as someone with EDS, I truly appreciate.)

Finally, one thing I genuinely like about Vitassium is that they try to make their products as accessible as possible for their customers who use them for medical reasons. They have something called the Vitassium Club, which allows registered users who have a medical condition to get 25% off all their electrolyte products. You don't have to get a doctor's note or anything like that, just send in a quick online form and wait for them to change the status of your account.

That brings the cost of the product down considerably for the people who need it most, which is good because honestly? Electrolyte boosters add up fast when you need to consume that much salt every day.

Uhhhh, I think that's everything for now! If you have any questions, lmk! I'm fairly passionate about this kind of thing because when I was first diagnosed with POTS/EDS like... god, 15 years ago now, they didn't have anything like this. I remember struggling to develop a diet that worked for me with no one to teach me and honestly? That fucking sucked. I don't want anyone to be in that position.

So now here in 2023, I'm happy to pass on any chronic illness-related tips I have. Like drink Vitassium! And add salt while you're cooking, not at the end! The flavor will be less strong that way! And a packet of sugar-free hot cocoa mix will often have as much sodium in it as a bag of chips!

Stay salty, friends. 🧂💜😎

[youcouldmakealife]

LBTE: Jared (114-117)

We've got a Jared on the move. But only after he's forced to feel far more feelings than he would like.

If you want to read along, the series page is here. All previous parts under the ‘liveblogging the end’ tag.

114-Rejection

The Oilers go to Calgary. And like, Jared’s not excluding himself in that. He’s on the flight, obviously, because scratched players travel with the team — the whole point of having more dudes on your roster than on the bench is so they’re there if someone gets hurt or sick last minute, or like, married a Flame and is subsequently getting punished for it.

All very common occurrences.

It’s not a long walk to his apartment, and he feels this fundamental sense of relief as soon as he walks in the door, gives the concierge a smile and a wave as he heads for the elevator. Home.

Hi James! (Add him to the name twin pile with all the Not-Mikes and Yes-Mikes, and multiple unrelated Bradleys)

Jared barely hears Bryce’s key in the lock before Bryce is behind him in the kitchen, chin on his shoulder and hands curling around his hips. He must’ve like, sprinted it.

He didn't walk, I'll tell you that.

“If you want to eat you can’t distract me,” Jared says, and Bryce digs his chin in harder before he kisses Jared’s neck, making it very clear where lunch lies on his priority list.

“No lunch?” Jared asks.

There’s a hint of teeth in the next kiss.

Bryce has priorities. Lunch is not on his list.

“We are not having sex in the kitchen,” Jared mumbles against Bryce’s mouth as he fights Bryce’s shirt buttons, and Bryce makes a disagreeable noise in response, but starts steering them towards their room, so that’s good.

Jared has sacrificed his safety for shower sex, but he draws the line at health. No kitchen sex. They make food there. (Okay, HE makes food there)

Every time he thinks Bryce has reached the plateau of being the best at blow jobs, he figures out how to make it even better. It’s like. There’s probably a hockey metaphor in there, applying himself to his game, getting on the scoresheet, something, but Jared’s too come dumb to think of one.

I admire Bryce's dedication to be the best at all his passions: hockey, marriage, sucking dick.

Hmm,” Bryce says, and kisses Jared’s shoulder in a blatant violation of the no-touching policy. Jared will allow it.

That edict lasted ten seconds.

He cuts it close: less than a minute after curfew there’s a curt knock on the door. Jared exchanges a glance with Julius, a silent ‘who’s stuck getting up?’, but considering Jared’s probably the reason it’s happening — they periodically check in on at least the ELC guys to keep them honest, but Jared suspects this is not a random spot check — he gets up and goes to the door.

“Good kid,” Mulligan says, then turns on his heel and walks away.

Mulligan hates everything about this situation.

Mulligan didn’t even check if Julius was there. He could have been out partying.

lol, okay Jared.

Julius is bobbing his head to whatever Finnish death metal band he’s obsessed with at the moment — they all sound the same to Jared, and he bets they would even if they were singing — screaming? — in English — while peeling an orange with his teeth like a total weirdo.

I love him.

He shoots the nauseated face Julius’ way.

Julius looks down at his phone when it buzzes, then pushes his headphones down, scowling at Jared. “What?” he asks.

“Peel the orange with your hands,” Jared says.

He really should have expected the half-peeled orange that comes flying his way.

“Go back to your husband,” Julius mutters.

“Would if I could,” Jared says.

Brothers <3

Jared works very hard on keeping his face completely stoic when the goal goes in. It helps that Bryce just scored on Jared’s goalie, which tempers the flare of vicious satisfaction he feels, thinking of Deslauriers’ face right now. Jared doesn’t like it when people score on his goalies, and that includes his husband. It’s rude.

It's poor etiquette to score on your husband's goalie.

They’re wheels up in nine hours. Less than ninety minutes until curfew, and maybe this was a bad idea, maybe he should have gone back to the hotel to stew instead of getting not enough of Bryce again, the time so short he’s just going to feel worse when he leaves, feel cheated. He would have seen even less of Bryce if he was playing, so it’s not the scratch, except it is, it’s the scratch, and the distance, and he puts his fucking ass on the line every single time he steps on the ice, worked so fucking hard to get there, and —

Jared’s so tired.

Oh Jared.

“They gave you first star, right?” Jared asks into Bryce’s chest.

“Yeah,” Bryce says.

“Good,” Jared says. “You deserved it.”

"Thanks,” Bryce says, then, “Sorry,” and Jared closes his eyes when he feels Bryce’s lips brush his hair.

Oh buds.

115 - Barrage

So yeah, consensus is it makes no fucking sense logistically to scratch him. Jared’s glad they noticed, though, of course they do — you cheer for a team as bad as the Oilers, a team that’s been bad as long as they’ve been bad, you’re going to question every roster decision, especially one that makes your already bad team weaker.

Flames fandom dies hard.

“This is such a fucking mess,” Jared says.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Greg says. “I’m going to call Summers, okay? He’s got a lot of influence, he might be able to swing something I can’t.”

Low key every time Greg is out of his depth, he's calling Dave. And Dave's picking up, of course, because the one time Greg DIDN'T call him, that lead to Jared coming out to Oilers management while Bryce was about to hit the postseason.

Jared shuts his eyes for a moment. Types out You too., then rewatches Deslauriers throwing him under the bus. He doesn’t know if the hint of a smirk he’s detecting is real or if it’s just what he’s projecting onto that stupid fucking face.

Jared is projecting it, but like -- who could blame him.

“GMs on poorly performing teams don’t have the best job security,” Greg says, and Jared bristles a little, even though the Oilers are an objectively poorly performing team. “But they tend to last at least a few years with the benefit of the doubt before they get chucked. And Halla’s bought him time. He’s going to be there for at least a couple more years I think. You want to be across from him at the negotiating table when you’re an RFA?”

“That’s almost two years away,” Jared says.

“Two years he’s going to undermine you, two years he can do whatever he wants to you without repercussions, because people aren’t going to think he’s scratching you for no reason, they’re going to assume there’s something behind that, and they’re going to start wondering what that is. Unless we file a grievance, but that could blow up too,” Greg says. It’s stuff Jared’s already thought of, but it’s different, starker, to hear it from his agent.

“I’m not going to bullshit you, Jared. If he wants to sink your career, he wouldn’t even have to try hard. A few more offhand comments about personal reasons, a few more scratches, they’re going to start assuming things about you. And you’re talented, but you’re not the level of talented where a team’s going to gamble that it’s worth it. Once you get a reputation, that doesn’t go away. And he knows that.”

Greg’s talking more confidently than usual, no hesitation, and Jared thinks he’s repeating what Summers told him.

Practically verbatim from Dave's mouth, bless him.

116 - Unease

Jared doesn’t know what he expects after Greg tells Deslauriers he wants a trade. Well, he sort of does: he expects to be traded.

Fair. But also not always accurate. I've seen dudes stuck in franchises for seasons after the request. Which honestly should be something the NHLPA should be on more, that a trade request doesn't start a formal process or a clock or SOMETHING. It's like one of those 'door close' buttons that isn't connected to shit. But then, I suppose some franchises would have a real hard time keeping anybody.

some of the hardest calls he’s ever had to make, and one he kind of wishes had been a call, because telling Julius in person lead to Julius staring at him, stone-faced, colder and colder as Jared talked, and he didn’t say more than a syllable at a time to Jared for literal days after. Everyone else Jared talked to saw the sense in it, even if they didn’t like it, but Jared thinks Julius took it personally.

I mean, it's hard not to be hurt by 'Hello, I, your only friend in North America, have requested to leave you', even though Julius understands why.

Every day Jared wakes up thinking it might be his last day as an Oiler, and every day it isn’t he finds himself appreciating the team more. Not Deslauriers, obviously, but the gruff no bullshit of Mulligan’s coaching style, the quiet solidity of Julius beside him at dinner or on the plane, the loud talent of Julius beside him on the ice, the room around him, guys around him. Jared finds himself agreeing to go out more, dragging Julius with him, hoping partly that Julius makes more friends — Jared doesn’t want to worry about him if he leaves him behind — but also because he wants to, now that it’s something that could end at any moment.

Oh Jared, you're the friend Julius deserves too.

Maybe it’s something he should do with his new team from the start, whenever or whoever that’ll be.

Maybe!!

Deslauriers hasn’t scratched him again, hasn’t said anything about him to the media, and Jared guesses that makes sense. Doing either of those would hurt Jared’s trade value, and Greg’s right: he’s going to need to get a good asset back or the fanbase is going to be pissed, especially with the chemistry him and Julius have.

Also the bromance. Fans hate when you break up a bromance. But that's another kind of chemistry.

And who knows, maybe the second Jared asked for a trade Deslauriers twirled his moustache and went ‘then I won’t trade Matheson, just to spite him’.

Deslauriers does not have a moustache, for the record.

There’s a lot of talk that the Oilers are looking to trade their own captain, which Jared is — kind of fine with. Jacobi’s a UFA at the end of the season, so it’d be good to get something for him that can make them a stronger team in the future. Also he’s annoying.

Jared.

“Jared,” Julius says, with this scandalised but delighted voice, like he can’t believe Jared just said that but he’s not actually disagreeing.

Julius is with me.

The nerves, and they don’t have a game tomorrow, just practice, so whatever. Jared can have a drink. Jared drinks.

The statement every drinker makes, of course.

He’s not just their best player by a long shot, Jared’s wholly convinced he’s going to end his career in the Hockey Hall of Fame. Nineteen years old and he’s already breaking the ankles of the vets trying to defend against him. Jared shudders to think what he’s going to play like at twenty-two, let alone twenty-seven.

Dude I based his play off is, at 24, currently the NHL's points leader (this may change, because it's tight as fuck up there, but he'll still be in the top 5 when I post this), so: big hype for 27, widely considered a forward's career peak. (And when Julius goes to KC)

Edit: he's still at the top, but he's now 25!

Great, the sad thoughts are invading. Jared gives his glass of wine a distrustful look.

I love him.

I won’t miss you at all if I get traded,” Jared says.

“Yes you will,” Julius says.

“Just on the ice,” Jared says. “Off the ice you suck.”

Julius stalks to the kitchen, all ruffled, like a furious cat, and Jared grins fondly after him, but makes sure his face is neutral when Julius comes stalking back out, beer in hand. Jared doesn’t know how you can take a passive-aggressive sip of beer, but Julius pulls it off.

Also love Julius. One thing that made me sad about moving all these pieces into place for Jared's move was leaving Julius behind in Edmonton.

Jared’s got a fun morning planned of mainlining coffee and trying not to have a heart attack.

These seem to be contradictory activities.

“Did you just get up?” Julius asks judgmentally when Jared opens the door.

“Yeah,” Jared says through a yawn. “Have I been traded? Are you the trade fairy?”

Julius rolls his eyes at him and pushes past him, putting two coffees and a bag of McDonald’s on the table.

The trade fairy brings McDonalds.

“Healthy,” Jared says, but it’s not like he’s ever going to turn down a McDonald’s hashbrown. He roots into the bag, finds two egg McMuffins and nothing else. “No hashbrowns?” he asks.

Julius shrugs. “Too greasy.”

Jared grumpily unwraps his sandwich. Hashbrowns are the best thing at McDonalds, no contest. Too greasy. Fuck Halla.

Subpar McDonalds. And big Joey Munroe energy from Julius.

“I refuse to learn I’m traded on TV,” Jared says.

Could be worse: could learn you're traded because you got a call from TSN asking about your feelings on being traded, and then have to awkwardly ask them where exactly you've been traded to. Not that that has ever happened.

He opens twitter, goes to the account of the guy who’s known as an insider and has earned that title, as far as Jared’s concerned, scrolling through the updates.

I kind of ride the line re: media personalities in this 'verse and still haven't made a full call on whether they're the same, or some are, or the like, because almost everything in YCMAL 'verse outside of hockey are the same (celebrities, media, fads, etc) but they're hockey adjacent so -- this is either Bob McKenzie or some dude named Rob MacKenzie, whatever!

Anyway before he retired I had a tab with Bob McKenzie's twitter permanently open on trade deadline, free agent frenzy, etc, even when I had the TV on for live coverage (which I inevitably did, though sometimes I put it on mute when things started to slow down). Those days are holidays for me.

A few bottom six guys, a slightly surprising move of one of the top Bruins, considering they’re in the playoff picture. Making room for someone big, maybe.

Maybe.

Jared eats his hashbrownless breakfast

Jared Matheson has never held a grudge in his life.

Julius has an impressive poker face considering he just got promoted to first line centre.

I mean he's a little concerned about the dude sitting beside him, still.

Greg huffs out a laugh. “He got a bit,” he says. “Do you want to know where you’re going?”

He doesn’t.

“Yeah,” Jared says after a moment. “Lay it on me.”

It was a mean thing to leave this part here. I'm not apologizing or anything, though. Doing it put everyone in Jared's shoes more effectively than anything else would have.

116 - Reconfiguration

Jared’s been to Boston all of twice before, both times for games. Not long stays, right in the middle of roadies, and he can barely recall them, though he remembers how the games both went — loss, loss.

Jared is going to continue to have some trouble with the Bruins going forward.

“The Bruins are going to trade me?” Jared asks.

“I’m pretty sure they’re finalising it right now,” Greg says. “Sit tight, okay?”

The author giveth, the author taketh away.

“This isn’t like, trade two of three, is it?” Jared asks, because sucky or not, it’s the best case scenario. Or like, second best. “I’m not about to be shipped to, like, Florida or something?”

“No, they were desperate to get someone good on the right wing,” Greg says. “You’re a Canuck.”

I cannot overstate how many wingers the Canucks went through that season on the Cursed Line.

Julius leans over Jared’s suitcase to hug him, sudden and pointy and borderline painful — he’s skinny, but he’s strong, he wouldn’t have made it this far if he wasn’t, no matter how much talent he has — and Jared, after a short, slightly terrified pause, hugs him back.

<33333 Jared and Julius hugs get to me the way Jared and Erin hugs do. Possibly because in both cases Jared is the MORE enthusiastic hugger, which is honestly impressive.

Dammit, this is the exact reason he wasn��t taking calls. He needs to pack. He needs to be ready to go wherever the Canucks need him. He needs to not be crying on his bed — fuck, it’s going to cost so much to ship his bed to Vancouver, and probably take forever, he shouldn’t even bother until he knows if he’s there for next season too — with a clinging, all-bone Finn attached to him.

Jared is crying, clinging to Julius, all emotion, and then boom — damn the shipping costs are gonna be whack. I love him.

Fuck, who’s going to feed Julius when Jared leaves? The Oilers won’t just let their franchise player starve, will they?

“Please learn how to cook,” Jared begs.

“Fuck you,” Julius says into his shoulder, then lets go, Jared’s lungs suddenly getting airflow again, though his breathing’s still a little too shaky. “Packing,” he says.

“Yeah,” Jared says. “Packing.”

<3 Them. As excited I was about getting to return to my boys Gabe and Steve, and excited for Jared’s reaction to Dmitry, I was slightly distraught myself about Julius going from main supporting cast to guest star (joke’s on me for that too).

“Boston, huh. They’re — they’re a good team, they’re a playoff team.”

“That was like, a whole team ago,” Jared says, interrupting the glummest sounding set of compliments he’s ever heard. “My time as a Bruin has come and gone. Didn’t even get a jersey.”

Give Jared a Bruins jersey.

“I’m betting that’s an understatement,” Foster says. “Just wanted to let you know we’re really looking forward to having you in a Nucks uniform. You’ve been a total pain in the ass to play against, so it’ll be nice to have you on our side.”

Here comes Brian Foster. My fave GM, and it ain't close. (Barrett Rutledge probably takes second, but again -- huge gap)

“I won’t keep you, I’m sure you’ve got a hundred things to do,” Foster says. “You’re at home, right? Not on the road?”

“No,” Jared says. “I’m at home.” For however long it’s home.

“Good, it was the worst when I got traded on the road,” Foster says.

“Didn’t see most of my shit until the offseason. I’m rambling. I do that. A lot. Just. Before I let you go — my job’s to make the best team I can, and I made it better today. I feel really good about how you’re going to fit on this roster, and I hope you do too.”

I loved him already.

[tetsunabouquet]

Without Reserve or Restraint, Our Love is Absolute - Daddy Akashi x FAB!Reader

A/N: As kinda requested by @vespersposts

There was nothing Akashi valued more then his family. He was a very blessed man, in that regard. He had found himself the loveliest wife, and you had given him three beautiful children. There was nothing more he could wish for (though sometimes, he did dreamt of even more kids). Your firstborn had been a girl, much to the disappointment of his father. Not that it had mattered to Akashi, he had been overjoyed at the sight of his child, regardless of gender. Umi was perfect, with her long h/c twin tails and her big red eyes, the way her hair drifted as she walked and giggled, she was like a mini-you, yet also so very clearly his own. The 9 year old used to be his only princess, until the birth of Rine, last year. Shio was the name of his 5 year old prince and heir, who very much could have been his twin, except for the fact he had your eyes and the shape of your mouth. Rine's hair colour was a mixture of yours and Akashi's, and she had the orange golden eyes of his other personality. It was amusing, to see him in the face of his youngest daughter. So as he sat at the breakfast table, he wore his usualy serene smile as he beheld his family eating. You were feeding little Rine her baby food, as a 1 year old it was time for her to quit the breastfeeding and start eating real food. Shio's napkin was already covered with eating spots within the first few minutes of breakfast, whereas Umi at this point had mastered table etiquette and was the only one other then himself who wasn't covered in food by the end of the meal. You groaned at the babyfood in your hair, after you had finished whiping little Rine's face. Sighing, you itched to touch it. Akashi smiled as he scooped up Rine, "Hey my babiest princess, do you want to spend some time with daddy so mommy can take a shower?" He was cooing nonsense, and with an adoring smile on your face, you left your husband by himself to handle the kids. Rine stirred in Akashi's arms, and his eyes lit up as he saw her attempting to reach for his face. "Aren't you the tiniest of sweethearts?" The words would just always keep coming when it came to his family. The silliest, the corniest and most vulnerable of words that oozed straight out of his heart and passed through his mouth without his brains properly sorting them through and putting them eloquently. Because that is how much he loved them. Without reserve or restraint. "Hey dad, can I try to teach Rine again?" Shio asked, it had became a pastime of his, to educate his younger sister. His son loved being a big brother after years of teasing by Umi for being the younger one and he enjoyed teaching Rine many things, from colours to animals. It made Akashi warm to know, his son was such a sweet gentleman already. He would have no worries in that departement, at least. "Oh! Can we ride the horses then dad?" Umi pleaded, as she attempted her best puppy look. Akashi melted. "Fine, let me ask Tamamura-san to keep an eye on Shio and Rine for if they need anything first."

Umi was proudly galloping around the field behind their home with her young, noble steed Akatsuki. He was pretending to be her royal bodyguard as she was on a quest to find a magical flower that would lift the spirit of the poor queen who had been attacked by poisonous goo. In other words, a flower for you after the babyfood incident earlier at breakfast. Akashi truly felt blessed to have such sweet kids. Whilst he liked to think he contributed to some of that, they were undoubtedly shaped by your kind love. As he rode Yozora, the mare he had gotten after Yukimaru's death, he watched as his daughter stop all of a sudden. "There!" She pointed with her finger, at rosebush that was particularly vibrant of your f/c. "The magical joyleaf has been found!" She declared proudly, and he got off Yozora. He assisted Umi off of her horse and allowed her to pick the prettiest one. "That one dad!" She tugged his sleeve, pointing at one which was practically perfect in condition, not a petal out of place. With a bit of effort to avoid the thorns, he plucked the flower. "Let us bring it back to the castle, milady." "Yes we shall!" His daughter cheered excitedly, and Akashi felt like the heavens had blessed him. He was a fortunate man, but not because of his riches. The Akashi family loved one another withour reserve, or restraint. Their love was absolute.

[genork-the-fandork]

Bouquet

Word Count: 1073

Prompt: "Red Spider Lilies"

Featured Characters: Takuma Momozuka & Agumon

A/N: Halfway through coming up with ideas for Survive Week, I realized I wanted to try to feature each of the kids in every prompt if I could. That does mean that one day technically features two of them (curse the number of days in a week!), but I think I pulled it off. Today's feature is Takuma, which is only fitting, considering he's our protagonist and "player character." The rest of the week doesn't follow a particular order, unfortunately, but Takuma just had to be first. I hope you enjoy! [This shouldn't have any spoilers in it, everything is incredibly vague.]

@surviveweek

"Agumon!" Takuma cupped his hands around his mouth, hoping to project his voice farther. "Agumon, where are you?" There wasn't an answer. He set his hands on his hips, frowning. Where had the little dinosaur gone? He would have shouted louder if he didn't fear that some other creature would hear him. Without Agumon, he was essentially defenseless, and he didn't want to worry the others. No, he had to find his partner.

Yet as he looked around the school, he couldn't find hide nor hair of Agumon, not that his friend had any hair to begin with. The last time he had no clue where Agumon was… he'd been in the forest! That had to be it. Takuma turned toward the forest area and the shrine. Maybe he'd find Agumon there.

The trek took twenty minutes at most—he had to be careful when it was just him. Even if this may have been the safest place for everyone so far, he didn't want to take his chances. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief when he saw the dilapidated roof of the shrine through the trees. Thank goodness. No distortions either. He'd managed to escape one of the frequent attacks he and the others had experienced since they got here.

Now it was time to call for his orange friend again. "Agumon?"

"Takuma!" Agumon's orange head popped out from behind a tree. "I'm over here!"

"Why'd you wander off, Agumon?" Takuma jogged over to his friend, a grin spreading across his face. At least the little guy was alright. He could take care of himself, of course, but there was a protective instinct when it came to Agumon. Probably because of the height difference.

"I wanted to try and cheer everyone up!" announced the creature. He gestured with his clawed hands to the red spider lilies at his feet. They were arranged in a pile, similar to a bouquet, but based on the dirt all over his hands (Takuma struggled to call them hands, honestly), he'd been gathering them for a while. "Flowers seemed like a good idea!"

And it was a good idea. But how to explain… "Agumon, can I tell you something?"

The orange dinosaur turned back to his work, digging his claws under the stem of one of the lilies to get to the roots. "Of course, Takuma! You can tell me anything."

Scratching the back of his head, Takuma finally settled on sitting on the ground by his friend, keeping a safe foot or two of distance between him and the lilies. "Before I do, are there any, uh. Are there any plants that are poisonous to you or Falcomon or Labramon?"

"Poisonous?" Agumon's legs strained as he pulled the red spider lily out of the ground, showering dirt in front of him. "Hmm. Not really, unless it's part of a sneak attack. There are also some that I like that Labramon doesn't like, but that's not poisonous… So, no. Why?"

"Back home," Takuma began, "there are all sorts of things that aren't good for humans. A lot of them are plants. When we touch them, bad things happen. It gets worse if we eat them."

"Really? That sounds awful!" Agumon deposited his latest flower on the pile, shifting his gaze to meet Takuma's. "Have you seen any plants like that here yet?"

Deep down, Takuma was hoping he wouldn't have to elaborate, but it was looking like Agumon wasn't quite getting the message. He couldn't win every explanation, he supposed. It wasn't as if he could exactly show Agumon a video of what he meant—he hadn't gotten a signal on his phone for days now. "Minoru did find a mushroom the first day that we weren't sure about. Not that it looked like anything we would've found back home." Takuma paused, trying to find the words to let Agumon down gently. "And… Agumon, I hate to say it… but those flowers are pretty poisonous to us, too."

Agumon paused, the tips of his claws already in the dirt to dig up another lily. His brow furrowed, a frown turning down his fanged mouth. "Oh no! Really?" He spun around, looking sadly at Takuma. "I'm sorry, Takuma. I didn't know."

"I know you didn't, buddy." Takuma reached out and placed his palm on top of Agumon's head. "It was a good idea. I'm sure some flowers would have cheered everyone right up."

His dinosaur friend was still pensive. Those big green eyes were staring intently at the pile of uprooted red spider lilies. If Takuma didn't know any better, he'd say Agumon was almost considering picking all of the flowers anyway, if only to protect him and the other kids. After some moments of silence, Agumon whispered, "Takuma?"

"Yeah?"

"You really are far from home, aren't you?"

That was the last thing he'd been expecting from Agumon. He realized that Agumon and Falcomon and the rest didn't have a real conception of the world Takuma came from. He and the others could explain until their faces turned blue, but it was hard without showing them in person what they meant. With how dangerous this place was by itself, that didn't seem likely. At least, not yet. 

"We are," Takuma finally agreed. "But we've got you to help us out. It's dangerous out here, but at least you've got my back, right, Agumon?"

"Always!" Agumon's expression brightened to its normal cheerfulness. Good. Takuma couldn't stand to see the little guy sad. It really didn't suit him.

"Good to hear. Now let's go wash off those hands of yours. I doubt Aoi will let you eat dinner with hands that dirty." Not to mention any of us might break out in a rash if we touch them. But he didn't want to make Agumon feel bad, so he kept that part to himself.

"Oh no! I want dinner!" Agumon trundled off, leaving behind his pile of red spider lilies. Takuma chuckled and pushed himself to his feet. For a second, he considered kicking the pile of flowers into recently dug holes. Agumon had put a lot of effort to gather them, though, so he decided to leave it be. Like Agumon had respected that Takuma and the others couldn't touch the lilies, he would respect his friend's efforts to cheer them up.

It was the least he could do, after everything his partner had done for him.

[splendiddlydoo]

wednesday, 21 august 9:14 PM

i had a terrible sleep last night. hormones; insomnia and anxiety. i didnt get to sleep until 230ish. i came home and had disgusting nap; the ones where you feel really groggy after waking up. i showered, went to woolies and make chicken with greek salad and chips for dinner. i was craving something fresh and it was very yummy. im happy that i got in a nutritious meal. this year we've been eating a lot better than usual. more steaks and salmon and vegies. i just need to incorporate more fruits into my diet and i think itll be easier when its summer. i dont really crave fruits during the colder seasons. but we got a bag of oranges so i might have one later. the only other issue is that when i eat fruit i feel like airways close up a little bit. i must be fructose intolerant. which sucks because fruit is delicious.

some thoughts i had last night were those of low self esteem and self isolation. i didnt want to go out on saturday; cbs travelling and drinking cos im my haemmies. and comparing myself to more fun people. i sometimes feel im not that pleasant to be around. i feel like my conversations are dry and i'm a terrible conversation starter and suck at keeping conversations flowing. i guess i have my days.

anyway im glad my work week is over. ill train upper body tomorrow. i was actually planning on going to a yoga glass today but i completely forgot about it plus i was so hurry and focused on what to have for dinner. i might go tomorrow before i do weight training. that means ill be at the gym for a few hours. i think itll be good to start yoga tho.

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Some additions from mine own experience with complex dentistry needs:

I cannot stand "traditional" adult toothpaste flavors (think cinnamon, mint) and if I need to use them, I'll have a much harder time willing myself to go through a toothbrushing. The good news is!! There are actually a lot of good flavor alternatives these days. When I was a kid, the only thing I had access to was Tom's strawberry toothpaste with or without flouride. And while Tom's is still flourishing, they've expanded their range, and also spawned market competitors like Hello. And these aren't all kid's toothpastes! While all of us are allowed to use kid's toothpaste if we want (I still buy my Tom's strawberry in bulk and have almost my entire life), sometimes adults have other tooth stuff going on that kid's teeth haven't gotten around to yet. And having toothpaste options for that can be helpful. While they still carry plenty of your normal mints, I've also seen flavors like strawberry (the good ol standard that started it all), watermelon, orange-mango, fruit punch, papaya, and even fennel! So if flavor is a barrier, take a look around and see what's new in the world of toothpaste flavor.

Do you feel like someone is scraping their nails against a chalkboard every time a toothbrush bristle makes contact with your teeth and/or gums? First of all, remineralization may help (hey folks with dry eyes, dry mouths, etc., you are MORE LIKELY then your damp peers to deal with cavities, demineralization, and lots of other issues because of how dry your mouth usually is. This messes with the normal flora of your mouth, and makes it easier for stuff to go a bit wonky). Second of all, "soft" isn't actually the softest toothbrushes can get! Give surgical toothbrushes and foam toothbrushes a try, as the bad scraping feel against your mouth bits may be largely mitigated. Another option may be those lil rubber fingertip brushes they make, or if absolutely nothing ends up being tolerable, literally just try using a finger. Skin against skin is sometimes the only way I can stand to brush, depending on my stress, and hey, it does fine actually. Not a deep clean, but it can keep things manageable until I get to a dentist or have a day where I can actually use my surgical brush.

Keep your toothbrush and toothpaste in your shower. I have no idea how this works, but since I started keeping mine in the shower, I've been WAY more consistent. Not 2×/day consistent, but basically every time I shower I also brush my teeth, and that's the best I've done in 15 yrs.

Speaking of which, if you can only manage to brush once, brush at night after you have finished eat or drinking anything but water. Per my dentist (I take no responsibility for this recommendation), having stuff on your teeth overnight is more likely to lead to cavities, demineralization, etc, then having stuff on your teeth throughout the day. I did not receive an explanation of why, but have generally found that taking my showers at night before bed and brushing my teeth while I'm in there lets my sheets stay a lil cleaner a lil longer, and my teeth have had a fair bit less plaque than they have in the past when it was my morning routine that facilitated toothbrushing.

If you are at the dentist and they have to give you pain or numbing shots for a procedure, tell them when you feel ANY pain. "Numb" doesn't actually mean "feeling pain but it's muffled and kinda zappy like electricity" or anything else that you might feel if you have a different problem with the meds than me. Numb, in medical terms, means that if a dentist cut you there with a scalpel, you wouldn't feel a goddamn thing. So if you *do* feel anything more than that "slight pinch" at the injection site (sleight is a key word here and can ALSO be problematic if you, like me, have no idea what pain scales are because everything hurts always and forever regardless) TELL THE DENTIST. You are NOT in fact, supposed to be crying in pain while the dentist removes a tooth after having injected you with novacaine. Depending on the issue you're having with the med, the solution might be "more meds" or "different meds" but legitimately, dentistry should not hurt. And if it does, something is probably wrong. Your dentist will be better equipped to help you have a more positive and safe relationship with your teeth if they know what's happening.

I think "scared of going to the dentist" is such a familiar trope, that those of us who fear it for practical reasons (like pain) don't always realize that our experience is atypical and unnecessary.

i saw that one disability-related post a while ago about dental care but i can't find it again so i'm gonna mention a few things as a (mild to moderately) mentally & physically disabled person, whose teeth hurt when i eat sweet stuff now + i've had a root canal due to a fall + i'm learning to take care of myself, that may or may not help other folks with their dental routine

note: i am not a dentist & this info is mostly what i've gleaned secondhand from dentists, so yeah, i am not an expert in any capacity

water flossers aren't as effective as regular flossing (doing both is actually what's most effective) but they're better than nothing & helpful in cases where coordination problems or other issues might prevent regular flossing technique (i imagine this also depends on the quality of the water flosser)

if you use one of the plastic pre-made floss picks things, rinse the string off in-between each time you use it to floss one side of a tooth, it's tedious but it mimics moving to a new (clean) part of the thread like you do with regular floss

if you get an automatic toothbrush, get one that does circular rotation rather than just vibrating or whatever, as this mimics the tools they use in a dentist's office + imitates the circular motion you're expected to make with a standard toothbrush (which is also hard with coordination issues), i got one that does this pretty cheap from walmart (it's an oral-b but i forgot the specific type) + it automatically times it for you

if you have white spots on your teeth that are uneven with the shade of the rest of the tooth those are potentially white spot lesions due to demineralization; whitening products can make this worse rather than help it, but some products can help with remineralization such as mi paste topical tooth creme, which contains calcium and phosphate (i have yet to try this myself but it seems to get suggested by a lot of dentists, orthodontists, etc. for white spots on teeth & it's also supposed to help with sensitivity and tooth health in general because the white spots are lesions so it's not purely cosmetic!)

it's advised to not rinse your mouth immediately after brushing as this potentially dilutes & reduces the effects of the flouride (if you use fluoride toothpaste), stuff says to wait at least 15 minutes or so

just giving your teeth a quick scrub (even if it's without toothpaste and just water) is better than not brushing your teeth at all

if you have trouble seeing a dentist for financial reasons, try to see if there are income-based or charity dental services in your area, sometimes dental schools also provide low-cost/free dental care

that's all i can think of for now, i wish i had more advice for people who struggle to be able to brush their teeth at all in general but this is all i got unfortunately :(

additionally - you're not bad, useless, gross, or a failure if you struggle to (or can't) maintain oral hygiene; this stuff is much easier for some people than it is to others & those who take it for granted like to forget that, no one deserves to be mocked or looked down on for being disabled & struggling to/not being able to do """basic""" stuff like this!

[missspringthyme]

February 8th, 2024

So before I explain today, I have to give a little context for last night. Due to not having a period in over a year, I missed the retrospectively obvious signs of what was about to happen and bled onto my sheets while I was blow drying my hair. Why was I blow drying my hair? Because I decided to make sure I showered before coming to my sister's because from what she's described, I'm not stepping foot in hers. This also meant that I didn't go to bed until past midnight even though I had an alarm set for 5am. Lovely.

Alarm goes off, I'm in hell. After a few too many snoozes, I get up and start to get ready. I've packed all my toiletries already, so I'm using my B list backup products. This includes a brand new tube of concealer that is allegedly the same shade as the one I've packed, but this is a lie. It looks clown white on my face. I decide that perhaps I could fix it with some bronzer, but I don't use it very often and the one I have in a palette I mostly use for my eyes. Now, I look like an orange. I try my best to fix what has gone wrong, but I look at my clock and see I'm running out of time. I drop third culture Australian's hairdryer in front of his door, skip breakfast, grab snacks and rush out the door. Google maps estimates that I will not get to the bus station by 7am, I still have to try.

I power walk through the cold, misty morning where the only signs of life are the bakeries. I press my feet into the ground again and again until my 30 minute walk becomes a 24 minute walk. I'm going to make it in just the nick of time. I get there and I wait and wait and wait before discovering the heist I've pulled off on myself. I put the time the bus leaves as 30 minutes earlier in my calendar so that I would get there on time. I only wish I had stopped to eat breakfast.

Bus ride is fine, I mostly sleep. Get off at Rotterdam to get my train to Utrecht and sit freezing for about an hour. I manage to get on an earlier train and sit next to a woman who smells like my grandma. Like a bathroom after someone's blowdryed their hair, a little perfumey. I haven't smelled that in a very long time and I think about it the entire train ride.

At the station I text my sister and tell her I arrived early. I lean against a railing near the turnstiles and wait for her to show up. I'm a little zoned out so she manages to scare me when she comes to say hello. She gives me options for lunch and we decide to find a restaurant in the city center because she never eats out and it's her birthday. We walk for a bit and pop into a store that I loved in Scotland. Inside, my sister finds one of those hats with a propeller on top and I take some pictures of her wearing it. She keeps saying she wants to go back and buy it. She also seems entranced by a geldautomaat that is just a yellow room filled with ATMs. She explains that it's because there's "no real banks here".

We find a little cafe that looks like it has good options, it's raining so we were looking for somewhere indoors but not too expensive. My sister doesn't like making decisions and she keeps telling me to do it for her because it's her birthday. She tries to order in dutch and doesnt do half bad, but eventually switches to english. I also find out she doesnt know what halloumi is, but we get fallafel pitas anyway, She does pay for my lunch, I'm guessing because she knows that I've not really had a ton of money because of the paying for family therapy thing, but I tell her that it's done. We talk about how and why that ended and about our family and speaking German and a bunch of other things.

We head back to go pick her bike up from the huge storage building. She's very excited to show me it, and she's talked about it repeatedly since moving here. The only empty spot we had found was a rack that was off the ground that seemed to be stuck, so I has helped her lift the bike up into it. Alas, when we retrieved the bike we discovered how to get it to slide out and down, you live and you learn

She has class today so we have to head to her campus quickly, and she offers for us to either take the tram or for me to ride on the back of her bike. I've never ridden on the back of a bike before so I go for that option. It's more difficult than I thought it would be (I was warned it was an ab work out but its actually my hip flexors that are burning), and I have to be careful with my legs because my sister keeps riding a little to close to the side of the road (she smacks me into a cone at one point). As she bikes, she point s out things we pass. Why this or that building is important or interesting, or the grocery stores that she likes best.

At her dorm, I drop off my stuff and meet the people she lives with before we go to pick up some flowers that are waiting for her at reception. The note says they're from my mom. Afterwards, she gives me a tour of her campus. I can see why she chose to go here, it suits her well, but it feels like a little bubble. Everyone here stays and lives on campus and everything she needs is a 5 minute walk away. Very American style. After she comes back from class we get ready to go out and eat dinner with a few of her friends. We go to a pizza place 15 minutes before the kitchen closes, but they still bring out a birthday tiramisu for her, which was incredibly delicious. We eat quickly and leave so that the restaurant can close. We stop and look and look at some tiles painted with chairs on the way back and I think of my insane AP lang and comp test that had the most batshit pieces of text i've ever read in my life including a long on essay on chairs and what they tell you about their owners.

Back on campus, my sister decided to take a running leap into a puddle and fell fully on her ass in the mud. Luckily, she was wearing her yellow raincoat, but her backside was still fully covered in mud. She decided the best course of action was to shower fully dressed in her concrete shower, but eventually I had to help her using the little hand held shower head. She was sad she couldn't wear her jeans anymore because she was counting on them to make a more basic top work, so I tried to help her find a different birthday outfit. Eventually she settled on something and her friends started arriving for the little get together she was having. She served chips and blue takis(?) And frantically washed cups and mugs so everyone would have a glass to drink out of. Their kitchen has a mouse so she doesn't trust any of the dishes in there.

They took photos and eventually everyone left to go to a reggaton night except for a few of her friends who brought out a cake covered in different photos of things that she likes/represent her. She thought for a moment and then blew out the candles, before begging everyone to please eat as much of the cake as they could. We then went to her campus bar, where we played some darts and danced. Initially my sister wasn't going to do this tradition where you stand on the bar and drink a cup full of shots while "its my birthday" plays in the background, but she caved and did it anyway. She also finally agreed to wear a paper party hat while we danced. Her friends kept trying to get her to dance with guy, but she was not having it. If she ever ends up dating anyone, I will be truly shocked.

We go to bed at 3 in the morning.

[aajjks]

y/n’s outfit! https://pin.it/508SD1wZq

BC!JK

I don't know why I run away

I make you cry when I run away

Take me back 'cause I wanna stay

Save your tears for another

Save your tears for another day

you sing to your toothbrush as you brush your teeth and listen to songs that makes you love and hate eunwoo in the same breath. you’re trying, you really are trying to move on.

last night, you cried til 4 in the morning all because you couldn’t stop looking through the old pictures and videos of you and eunwoo together. but today, or rather tonight, danielle said she’d come pick you up from your job so the two of you could go out together to clear your mind so you’re kind of excited.

you’re definitely late for work but you’re okay with being late because “save. your. tears for another daaaayyyy!!! ooohhhh yeaaahhhh” you’re saving your tears for another day or rather later tonight.

you keep your outfit simple, coveralls, a cardigan, and cute shoes for the chilly spring weather. your hair is in low twin space buns and you think you look pretty cute. you look like an art teacher and as you’re getting your belongings together, there is jungkook standing outside your door with a tray of food in hand.

“good—oh! oh, wow. good morning jungkook, did you make all of that for me?” you ask as your eyes widen at the yummy steaming food that is calling your name, begging you for a taste.

blueberry waffles, diced steak, a veggie omelette, a little cup of mixed fruits, and orange juice. what the hell? are you both married or something?

now that you think about it, no one has ever done this for you. eunwoo wasn’t much of a cook so it was you who did a lot of the cooking and you find it very interesting to see how well jungkook can cook. the beef last night was really good and looking at the tray, you’re sure the breakfast is just as good.

to say you are impressed is an understatement because who would have thought jungkook was this good at cooking? he really is a catch and any woman would be lucky to have him yet all he wants is you.

“this is so sweet, jungkook! thank you so much” you say as your hands cup your freckled cheeks in awe.

“are you coming in here to eat with me?”

Stop being so cute

No seriously for the sake of insanity. He hopes that you will stop being yourself because everything about you just gets him so soft he almost melts in a puddle.

Just look at you. You’re like an angel. So effortlessly beautiful and jungkooks favorite part about you is your spectacles. You look so adorable in your glasses, but his favorite physical feature of you are definitely your adorable, freckles.

You’re like a book character come to life that’s the only way he can describe you. “Oh yn I would love to, but I actually have to get ready for work. And I can’t really eat too much in the morning.”

He cannot believe that he is passing the opportunity to have breakfast with you, but he just wants to focus on his career as well, and he wants to prove to his father that he can be responsible and a great future businessman.

“my father he’s quite strict… and I like to be punctual as well so… I gotta go. And before I go, I have to give you the keys to the house.” He laughs, he hands you the tray quickly, and he takes the keys out of his pocket.

Of course, this is your home now too and he wants you to feel like that. “Okay sweetheart Have a good day at work yeah? and text me when you get there so I know that you’re safe.”

He can’t help but worry about you. “ I’ll try to be home early today so we can spend a little time together and maybe I’ll be of some help to you?”

He doesn’t even know what he means by that, but he just wanted to say it… he wants you to completely rely on him. He wants to prove to you that he can be the best partner for you and he is better than your last one..

He hopes that you will see his effort and appreciate him. Because that’s all he wants from you.

“Okay yn… I’m gonna go and a shower but don’t try to miss me too much while I’m gone, eh?” He winks.