#but right now. i gotta get grocery and do laundry

[hballegro]

have to stop watching old tv shows and go get groceries. they hate to see me winning 😔

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

DRABBLE: YOU GOT ERRANDS TO RUN? NOT WITH THEM, YOU DON’T! (18+) (JJK) (For Black!Fem!Readers)

Writer's Note: Got this idea out of nowhere lol. Enjoy! -Jazz ❤️❤️

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TOJI

Don’t ever expect to get anything done with this nigga around.

I'm serious. You can't get anything done when this man is in your house or apartment.

You try to cook? He'll bend you over the counter and let that bitch in the pan or stove burn.

You need to do your laundry? He'll "help" you put your load in the washer machine before putting his own "load" deep in your pussy or all over your ass while you're bent over the dryer.

You have to go grocery shopping? Okay! He'll drive you there and play with your pussy while steering with the other hand.

Case in point, you wake up one morning at around 7AM on the dot, your ringtone going off which wakes the sleeping, sexy, toxic man lying next to you, naked from the night before as are you. You had invited Toji over for a Friday night smoke session knowing full well that it would end in you getting fucked.

And you did. Very good, might I add. Your legs still feel like jelly and your muscles ache from Toji putting you into twenty different positions to fuck you in, but you still have to hit the gym.

But as you shift in his big, beefy arms wrapped tight around you, they seem to get tighter, locking you against him. You groan tiredly. "Toji," you sigh. "C'mon, I gotta get up."

"Where you think you goin'?" he sleepily murmurs though his deep voice makes your stomach flutter. "I ain't fucked you yet. Mornin' sex is the best sex."

You roll your eyes, still struggling to take his arms from around you. "I thought you said high sex is," you giggle. He snorts into his pillow, scooting closer to begin kissing your back. "Babygirl, I say a lot of shit when I'm horny," he chuckles. "All sex is the best sex."

He then begins kissing up to your neck right behind your ear. Your weak spot. "Mmm," you softly moan, instinctively leaning your head back to give him more of your throat to kiss.

"Yeah?" he teasingly asks. "Now isn't this so much better than goin' wherever it is you were off to?"

"I have to go to the gym," you whimper in protest, pushing his face away from you. "C'mon, I've got a routine. You know this." You go to pry his arms off of you, but he stops you by suddenly moving on top of you.

"Toji, no!" you protest, irked by his full weight on top of you, keeping you locked underneath him. He smirks down at you, barely reacting to your pissed scowl. "Toji, yes," he chuckles. "Now c'mon, babydoll. Why go to the gym when I can train ya just fine?"

He leans down to begin assaulting your neck in kisses and nibbles that have your pussy waking up out of its slumber, especially when you feel his cock begin to stir against your inner thigh.

"And besides." He pauses, smirking at you. "I can make you sweat even more than one of those machines can."

And twenty minutes later, cutting right into your workout time, Toji makes do on his word and gives you his own workout by having you bounce on his cock while he fucks you back, his firm, thick thighs slapping against yours as he fucks you from below.

"Fuck, Toji, f-fuck me!" you whine from above him, your hands gripping the headboard for dear life as you sweat out your hair and your thighs burn.

"See, babydoll?" he pantingly chuckles from below you, his own toned body shining in sweat. "Told ya I could make ya sweat more."

GOJO

Like Toji, this blue-eyed bitch is one horny bastard. And an attention whore.

Satoru swears he is dying when you don't give him even an ounce of the attention he needs. You jokingly call him 'Tinkerbell' because of this. "She dies without attention too," you giggled to him.

"She's got the right idea," your goofy ass man said to you, his head in your lap while you played in his hair. "You've gotta give your romantic partners the attention they crave, baby. It's a part of life! It's the natural order of things!"

He practices this now, lying on your couch on his stomach, his long legs hanging off the edge. He watches you like a begging puppy as you scurry around your living room in your tight spandex shorts and sports bra, moving your Swiffer Wet Jet around your hardwood floor.

He whines at you, taking on the full persona of a dog, and you roll your eyes. He’s been wining ever since he got here and realized you were too busy cleaning before your lunch with Geto to give him any attention. "Stop whining, you big baby,” you huff, barely even looking at him.

Your golden retriever boyfriend sits up on your couch, exasperated and dramatic as always. "But I'm your big baby," he protests with a white-toothed smile and that adoring look in his blue eyes that always gets you. However, you ignore it and he withers. “C'mon, Y/N, baby! You've been wiping the damn floor for an hour now!"

"Satoru, you just got here ten minutes ago," you sigh, leaning against your Wet Jet. "I told you after I'm done the floor, we can go to lunch and meet up with Geto." You turn around and continue to mop, but that’s a big mistake.

Your man takes advantage of this position and wraps his arms around you from behind. “Can we go to lunch after I fuck you?" he suggests. "I can't eat when I'm this horny." He begins to kiss your neck as he presses his toned, hard front against your back, giving you a feel of his dick pushing through his hoochie daddy shorts.

He knew what the fuck he was doing wearing those things. “Gojo, no,” you moan. "C'mon, stop." You try to push him away, but he stops you, locking his arm tight around you.

“Then you stop bein' so sexy," he murmurs. "You knew what the fuck you were doin' when you decided to put these on, baby." His hands slide down your shorts, pushing them up higher so he can slip his fingers under them to caress your thighs.

You bite back a pleasured smile at his ministrations and swiftly smack his hands away. He mockingly hisses in pain, giving you a look of pure betrayal. “No, no, no," you firmly say. "You keep distracting me, you'll get no pussy later."

His expression deepens, his eyes wide like you just told him you’d kill him. “Babyyy!" he whines. "Don't be so cruel!" He then drops to his knees and grabs your hips, pushing his face into your stomach.

"Gojo," you sigh, though you also giggle. "Now how am I supposed to wipe the floor like this?"

You put your hand in his hair, playing with the white locks as he begins to kiss your stomach and sides. You bite back a moan, hating him for how good his lips feel. "Alright, fine!" you huff. He looks up at you and grins like a kid on Christmas Day, finally breaking you. “I'll stop for five minutes so we can make out, but ONLY making out. Nothing else, got it?"

"Got it," he replies, knowing damn well he is lying.

Fifteen minutes later, his head is between your thighs and your mouth is locked around his cock. You sit on top of him, straddling his face with your thick, delicious thighs that Gojo can’t get enough of. He grips them, closing them around his ears as he sucks and slurps on your sobbing, wet, puffy cunt. Your shorts have been discarded, your panties are pulled aside, and your sports bra is peeled up to reveal your juicy tits that you rub against his abs to stimulate your nipples.

Your mouth goes up, down, up, down, bobbing in rhythm to take his thick, veiny shaft down your throat, his pulsing head touching the back of your throat and making you gag. The lewd sounds and your saliva dripping from your mouth seem to make Gojo go feral.

He begins to eat your pussy even sloppier, moaning into your hole as he does so. You moan and whimper around his cock, struggling to keep rhythm. You’re sure you’re about to cum until you hear your phone ring from behind you, sitting up on the couch arm. You pop Gojo’s dick out of your mouth, the beautiful shaft glistening in spit. "'T-Tarou," you stammer. "Mmm, baby! The phone! It's Geto!"

Gojo tears himself away from your pussy, his mouth coated in your juices and his own spit. "I've got it," he growls. "Don't stop suckin' my cock." He reaches down to push your head back down onto him just as he answers your phone. "Yeah?" he asks right before he moans out, "Fuck, babygirl, yes!"

You hear Geto sigh on the other line and you glare back at Gojo when you realize he put the call on speaker. This motherfucker! “I called at a very bad time, obviously," Geto sighs. "I should've known since you answered Y/N's phone instead of her."

"Gojo, stop!" you yell, but you're cut off by a moan as Gojo begins playing with your clit. "Sorry, Sugu, but Y/N and I are gonna be a little late,” he smugly replies, watching you grind your hips and that gorgeous ass onto his fingers. “Is 2PM a better time?"

"Sure," Geto sighs. "Just for God's sake, make sure you get this all out now because I don't wanna watch you two eye fuck at lunch." You flush with embarrassment, thinking of what he’ll think once you’re actually sitting across from him at lunch.

Gojo laughs, taking his fingers away and sucking on them. "Gotchu," he chuckles. "Now unless you wanna listen to me fuck my girl's brains out, I suggest you hang up."

In one swift motion, he grabs your hips, tosses you down onto the couch on your hands and knees, and moves behind you. You squeak at the sudden movement and his strength, aroused by the fact that he’s fast and so strong.

Tossing your phone away, Gojo taps his cock against your begging pussy lips, emitting a moan from both of you, much to Geto’s dismay. "You two are disgusting," he scoffs before he hangs up right as Gojo begins to piston into you from behind.

You gasp as his thick cock slides into you and quickly begins to stroke your insides, pleasurable tingles surging from your clit the more he hits your shit dead on from the back. You grip the arm of the couch for dear life as his hands spank your ass, the burst of pain shocking you like electricity as your ass bounces against him and your titties jiggle with every thrust. “God, ‘Tarou, yes!” you yelp. “Yes, right there! Do it right there!”

Gojo wraps a hand around your hair, grinning down at the slut that has taken your place. "You still got those motherfuckin' errands to run?" he demands. You shake your head desperately, whimpering. “Huh?” He teasingly asks, yanking on your hair. “I can't hear you, mama. Tell me what you're doin' right now."

You don’t answer for a while, too busy moaning and sobbing in pleasure about his dick to do so. But when you finally feel that knot tightening and snapping in your core and your pussy spasm around your boyfriend’s cock, you do answer: "Cumming!" you sob. "I-I'm cumming!"

GETO

Suguru is a little more understanding than the other two, especially as a single father, but when you get him in that particular mood, it’s harder to see you go.

He lays on his side under his sheets, one elbow propped up to hold up his head as he watches you sit on the edge of his bed. He frowns as you pull your jeans up over your thick thighs and luscious ass covered in love bites that he gave you last night. “Do you really have to leave me this morning, precious?" he tuts. "I just think you need at least another couple of minutes of rest."

You look at him over your shoulder, drinking in how sexy he looks with the sunlight pouring in through the bedroom window. It illuminates his tanned skin and muscles, turning his long, black longs into spun gold that cascade down his back and shoulders.

You had come over after working a Sunday shift to spend time with him and his daughters, Mimiko and Nanako, as you frequently did since Geto lives so close to your workplace. He cooked a delicious hibachi dinner for you, played Disney movies, and after he put the girls to bed, retreated with you to his bedroom to put your ass through his mattress and make you cum a good four times throughout the sleepless night.

But now that night has ended and you must go back to reality, which means leaving and running your errands for Monday morning before your night shift. "By rest, you mean cuddling with you," you giggle. Geto purses his lips at you, about to argue. “Well...yes."

You laugh at his quickness to give up on an argument and scoot closer to him in your jeans and bra. He opens his arms for you immediately, wrapping them around you. "Baby, you have to go to work in an hour and take your daughters to school." You run a hand through his hair, making him close his eyes and relax under your touch. “Meanwhile, my dog needs his walk, I have to pick up my dry cleaning, and I need to deep clean my bedroom."

His eyes clench tightly at the mention of your list your stupid errands. "Can't all of that wait until we get some time together?" he sighs. He opens his eyes, the same ones you stared into while he filled you up and made you cum last night, and presses a kiss to your hand. “Daddy needs his kisses too."

You instantly feel your body react—your heart thumping and your pussy excitedly throbbing—at the mention of your favorite nickname for him. You just love it when he refers to himself as ‘Daddy’ in the third person and he knows that. But you also know that he goes insane when you call him that too.

So you lean in and press a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Daddy will get his kisses later," you whisper, much to his dismay. “But he can watch his girl get dressed."

You jump off of the bed before he can snatch you back up and slowly, tantalizingly begin to put on and button your blouse that he ripped off of you last night. You stare at him through your lashes as you do, leaning forward to give him a view of your titties in your lace bra.

Geto bites his lip at the sight of you, the little reverse strip tease causing a tent to form under the sheets. "You little tease," he exhales. "You keep doin' that and you won't be gettin' out of here."

You raise a brow at his warning, pausing from buttoning your blouse. "Oh?" you teasingly ask. "And how the fuck you gon' do that? Tie me up?" You laugh at your joke, thinking he’s not serious, but Geto only smirks at you. Instantly, you regret pushing him.

If there is one thing about Geto Suguru, he is dead serious about everything, including backing up his shit talk in the bedroom. It doesn’t take long for him to have you naked and wrapped up tight in his arms while you toss your ass into him from behind, your hands pressed against the headboard. You have to do your very best to keep your moans down as he pistons himself into you, his cock and his fingers stimulating your clit, causing your pussy to drip and grip around him.

"How's this for tyin' you up?" he grunts into your ear. "No rope can hold you tighter than I can. You like this, mama?"

You don’t have to give an answer—your body is responding just as he wants with your soaked pussy squelching and squeezing around him, even more so as he rubs your clit with his calloused fingers. But you find yourself giving a verbal answer anyway: "God, Sugu, yes!" you whine. "Yes, I fuckin' love it!"

"Daddy?" a sudden small voice asks along with a knock. Geto immediately covers your mouth and slows his pistoning hips, but doesn't stop rolling them. He continues to slowly fuck you but presses a finger to his lips. "Yeah, Mimiko, baby?" he calls, keeping his voice steady despite still dicking you down.

"I'm hungry!" Mimiko whines from behind the door. "Can you cook breakfast now?"

"In a minute, buttercup," Geto replies. "Daddy is busy helpin' Y/N out with somethin'. Wait till I'm done, okay, pumpkin?" He takes your hand off of the headboard and places it on your pussy, coaxing you to rub it in time with his quickening thrusts.

Though Mimiko whines in protest at waiting for her food, she listens to her father anyway. "Okay," she replies and wanders off.

Once she's gone, Geto sighs in relief and gives you an apologetic smile. "Guess this is tunin' into a quickie," he chuckles. "Don't worry, mama, I've gotchu. Just hold onto the headboard 'cause I'm not goin' slow."

He begins to beat your pussy up just the way you need him to, knocking the air out of your lungs. Your pussy tightens around him, signaling the oncoming of your orgasm just as your phone alert begins to ring. "Sugu, m-my dry cleaning!" you sob. "I've got to-"

But Geto silences you with a sloppy kiss. "Fuck your dry cleaning," he grunts. "You better cum for me if you wanna get outta here in time, baby."

Luckily, you do and gush all around your man's thick cock while he cums on your ass, but you're late to pick up your dry cleaning.

NANAMI

Kento understands the struggles and responsibilities of adulting….but there’s just something about your sundress.

He had agreed to go with you to a farmers market in the city that finally returned for the season when he took a special interest in how you're dressed. "Sweetie, are you ready yet?" he calls from your bedroom. "I thought you said we have to be there early before it gets crowded."

You check your hair and outfit once more before you quickly prance out of the bathroom to your bedroom. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" you shout. "Sorry, I had trouble pullin' up the zipper to my..."

You stop talking immediately, noticing the way Nanami is staring at you from the middle of the room. His eyes are slightly widened and his lips are parted as he gazes at you. "What's wrong?" you worriedly ask. "Are my nipples showing?"

"No, no," he quickly replies. "You're fine, but...is that what you're wearing to the farmer's market today?"

He points at your floral-printed sundress with its spaghetti straps and hemline that stops at your knees, giving him a sneaky peek at your thighs. Your beautiful legs trail down to the slides and gold anklet you wear to bring the outfit to a cute close.

"Well, yeah!" you giggle. "It's warm today and I thought I'd look cute in it, don'tcha think?" You swish your hips, causing the ruffle of your dress to swish tantalizing around your legs and waist. Nanami watches, a blush suddenly coating his cheeks.

"Erm...w-well, yes." He pauses to clear his throat. "Yes, it's very...very..." He stops, swallowing hard. You stop, nervous about his weird reaction to your fit. "What?" you somberly ask. "Do you not like it?"

Nanami places his hands on his slim hips, visibly frustrated and flustered. "No, I don't like it," he replies. "I fucking love it and that's the problem. You look so damn good in that, I just wanna say fuck the market and fuck you."

You are gobsmacked by Nanami's dirty confession. Hearing your usually calm and collected gentleman look so desperate and sound so vulgar makes your stomach flutter and your nipples instantly harden. "W-Well, thank you, baby," you giggle, flushing shyly. "I wouldn't say no to that if I didn't want some fresh flowers, herbs, and organic strawberries."

Nanami nods, knowing how much you love fresh produce for your diet and herbs for your kitchen. "You're right," he sighs. "I shouldn't be thinking like this when you have an errand to run. After all, this is for your groceries."

"Yeah!" you agree because this is the adult thing to do. "It's better if we leave now and come back to this later." You pivot on your foot with your mini bag dangling from your fingers, but you don't realize that it's unzipped until your phone falls out and clatters to the floor.

"Shit!" you gasp and immediately bend over to pick it up. You also don't realize how short your sundress is. When you bend over, you unintentionally give Nanami an eyeful of your delectable asscheeks and the panties you're wearing for the day.

Nanami's cock instantly surges to life and he can't control himself anymore. As you stand up straight, he immediately grabs you from behind and presses you against the wall. "Ken!" you gasp. "Baby, what are you-"

You pause when you feel his hard-on pressing against you from behind through his jeans. "I'm sorry, darling," he ruggedly says in your ear. "But I don't think I can wait till after the shopping. I need you now."

His big hands coax you to bend forward, your ass sticking out, and brace your hands against the wall, your bag falling to the ground. He lifts up your dress to reveal your panties and thighs where he begins to litter both in sloppy, open-mouthed kisses.

"B-But, baby!" you moan. "But...fuck, Kento! B-But the strawberries-"

"Will be there," he finishes. "All you need to worry about now is us and you cumming." He stops and holds your eyes with his as you look back at him. "Am I clear?" he firmly asks and then moves your panties to the side to reveal your pretty pussy to him.

"Yes, sir!" you whine as he begins to gently run his fingers over your slit.

"Good girl," he chuckles and his tongue steals all your thoughts of fresh produce and flowers away.

CHOSO

He’ll do and say anything to keep your ass with him.

Choso is usually aloof to a lot of things and people, but not to you. You are the only one he'd like to see every day, all the time.

He makes that known by calling and texting you throughout the day, surprising you at your crib with flowers and food you like; staying the weekend, and inviting you over to his place when you're free.

He wants you all the time. Work and other shit be damned...including errands. He will protest and argue you into the ground whenever you tell him you need to go run your errands for the day.

You need to go grocery shopping? He'll lock his arms tight around you, knowing that you can't get free. "Choso, no," you'd giggle in protest. "I have to get groceries."

"Just five more minutes," he'd mumble. "It's cold in here." Despite your room being toasty warm.

You need to go work out? He'll promise to cook for you just to have to stay. "Choso, I have to go to Pilates," you'd say.

"But I'm making coffee," he'd reply, giving you a saddened look that made him look adorable with his spiked ponytails. "C'mon, mama, you can show up a little late, can't you?"

Now isn't any different. Your alarm goes off, you go to get up, and your man tightens his grip on you. He goes to say something, but you put your hand in his face. "Uh-uh," you say. "No excuses this time. I need to go to Target and Smoothie King before my class today."

He picks his head up from the pillow, a cute scowl on his face and his black hair messily all over his head. "What's at Smoothie King?" he curiously asks.

"My Morning Mango Blast smoothie, of course!" you reply. He blinks at you, wondering if you’re serious. "Errands!" you giggle as you peek back the covers and pick up your pajama bottoms from the floor.

"Smoothie King is your errand?" he snorts, rolling his eyes. “I'll never understand you women."

"You don't have to," you shoot back. "Not entirely." As you pull your bottoms up, you stick your ass out, teasingly giving him a shot of your panties before they disappear under your shorts.

As you go to fetch some clothes, Choso grabs your arm. “Not so fast," he says in a sleepy, teasing drawl. You turn, seeing that he has become hard from under the sheets.

“Nooo," you groan. "Not again! What is it with you and not wantin' me to run my errands?" You let him pull you close, giggling as his lips begin to caress your neck. “You can go to Target and get your smoothie at any time," he argues. "Your class starts at 11 AM which means we got about..." "

He pauses to look at his watch. LThree hours till you're out of commission." He goes back to kissing you, his hands caressing your back and sides.

You moan at his pleasurable kissing and touching, but you know you can’t fall victim to his trap. "No, Choso," you sigh. "I don't have the time, okay? I've got errands to run."

Choso picks his head up from your chest to stare at you, his eyes stern. “No, you don't," he argues.

You cock your head at him, pursing your lips. Your attitude can’t be contained unfortunately. "Says who?" you scoff.

He sits up, exciting you with how demanding he’s become. “Says your man," he replies. "And I say your gonna leave your Target run and smoothie for later so I can pay."

Your pussy practically turns into a faucet. Nothing turns you on more than your boo telling you he’ll take care of you, but you’re not going to give up that easily.

You cross your arms over your chest, standing tall on your decision. "And what are you gonna do if I say no?" you challenge.

At the sight of Choso’s pierced brow twitching, you know you got to him. And minutes later, he gets to you by spreading you on your mattress and slurping up your pussy, your juices spilling out onto the sheets and down your chin. His tatted hands pin your thighs to the bed, his fingers digging into them as his pierced tongue rapidly moves across your slit, his nose nudging against your clit.

"God, Choso, yes!" you whine. "Please right there! Right fuckin' there, baby!” You can't keep your voice down nor stop your hips from rolling, all thoughts of errands gone. The only thing you are now focused on is cumming.

Being the soft yet demanding Dom that your boyfriend is, he picks his head up to look at you from between your thighs and rubs your clit with his index and middle fingers at the rapid pace and pressure you love. “Now what is it you had to do today?” he asks.

“Nothing!” you whimper, your toes curling and your hands balling into fists on the bedsheets. “I-I don’t have to do anything!” Choso leans in and begins pressing kisses to your clit as he slowly slides his fingers inside of you, curling upwards.

“So you’re gonna stay with me?” he pushes. “You’re not gonna worry about any of that shit, are you, baby?” He wraps his cushiony, soft lips on your desperate clit again which begins throbbing in time with the strokes of his fingers inside of you.

“N-No!” you stammer. “Oh, shit, Choso, I’m gonna cum!” It doesn't take long so Choso doesn't slow down or speed up, not stopping until you gush all over his fingers and pierced tongue. He greedily, eagerly cleans you up, even sliding his tongue between your ass crack, before you are a whimpering, over-stimulated mess.

He then lays down beside you and grabs his phone while you stare at him, starry-eyed and winded. He silently opens the app store and downloads the Smoothie King app on his phone.

"So what smoothie did you say you wanted?" he asks. You damn near suck the skin off of his dick afterwards.

INO

He’ll go with you to do an errand run but don’t act shocked if he pulls his dick out and tries to do you in the car.

Ino is one horny motherfucker...especially when it comes to your fine ass! You could wear a damn clown costume and he'd get rock for you. He thinks you're the most beautiful, sexiest woman he's ever met and to fuck you any chance he gets is a privilege he intends to take advantage of.

Even when you're busy. While Ino doesn't like to bother you when you have things to do, he does like to tease you. An errand run is just the place to do it. But he quickly realizes that you're doing the teasing despite not doing anything remotely sexual as you shop for groceries at your favorite supermarket with him tagging along

"God, you look so good in these fuckin' shorts, sugar," he groans, watching your ass move in your teeny tiny shorts. “ You did this on purpose." His eyes are glued to each cheek jiggling and moving when he should be helping you look for fresh produce for your fridge.

You realize that it was a bad idea to bring him along grocery shopping because of how horny he is. "Maybe," you giggle, picking up an orange and squeezing it lightly to check if it's ripe. "I'm not gonna wear sweats in 89-degree weather, Ino."

You turn to him as he trails behind you in his denim shorts and loose tank top that exposes so much skin and muscle that you can feel the feral slut inside of you clawing to get out and suck his dick in the middle of the store.

"I would hope not, but goddamn, this isn't workin' out for me!" he whines, looking like he's in agony as you lead him over to the peaches and nectarines. "You've got your man completely down bad for you." He leans against the shelves, his eyes lustful and playful.

You smile, pressing a kiss sticky with gloss to his waiting lips. "I know," you purr and hand him the basket you're carrying. "Now help me pick out the ripest peach here." You turn around and bend over to grab a nectarine, unaware of the fact that your shorts sink between your asscheeks as you do.

"Oh, I found one," he says before squeezing your ass. You gasp, turning to move his hand away, but he stops you by moving closer to your body so no one notices. "Uh-uh, don't move. Don't wanna bruise it...yet."

"Ino, cut it out!" you hiss. "We're in public!" He scowls confusedly at you, pouting. “Da hell does that mean?" he asks. "That didn't stop you from wearin' these little hoochie shorts." His hand slinks down to toy with your shorts that make your shapely legs look even better to him.

"Hoochie shorts?" you scoff, finally moving his hand away. "And what are those?" You nod down at his pants that stop mid-thigh. "You tryin' to scoop up a horny mom with those on?"

He smiles at your raised eyebrow and your hand on your hip. "But you're my twinsie!" he jokes. "I had to match with you!" Your eyes snake back down to his thighs, imagining very naughty things about them all of a sudden. "Maybe that was a mistake," you whisper.

Unfortunately for you, you find a banana that isn't mixed with the ones located a foot away from you with the apples. Instead, this one is thicker, harder, and located between Ino's thighs which are quickly tightening the more he looks at you.

Ino presses against you and sneakily moves your hand to cup his hard-on, making you nervously smile at the risky move. "You wanna go to the car and take care of it for me?" he suggestively asks into your ear.

Feeling just as freaky and your pussy throbbing in your panties, you turn to him and push your tits up against his hard pecs, all peaches and nectarines forgotten. “What's in it for me?" you ask, raising a brow at him.

He shows you just what when he has you folded up like a pretzel in the backseat of his car an hour after you get your groceries, his long dick in your mouth and his fingers buried deep in your pussy. Your shorts and panties are somewhere in the front seats, your tits jiggling in your sports bra as you bob your head up and down Ino's length.

"Fuck, baby!" he moans, his voice bouncing off of the car walls, mingling with your lewd moans and gagging sounds as you deepthroat him. He gently slides himself out of your mouth, leaving you drooling and your chin coated in spit.

"Come the fuck here," he growls, pulling you off of him before yanking you on top of him. You squeak and brace your hands on the car ceiling right as he takes his cock and gently slides himself inside of you, emitting a moan of release from both of you.

He only gives you a few slow thrusts before the image of your soft ass bouncing against him gets to him and he begins to go faster and harder as you bounce on his cock. "Shit, Ino, yes!" you whine, gripping the car ceiling handles for dear life as he fucks the absolute shit out of you.

If anyone were to be inside the car, all they would hear are the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your ass clapping against Ino's pelvis, and soft pants and moans as you eagerly fuck each other.

But thank God the windows are soundproof.

Ino laughs as he grips your hips, continuing to drill into you from below. "Bet you'll be askin' me to go on errand runs again, huh, sugar?" he cackles.

[daycourtofficial]

Falling in Love on the Fourth Floor - Part 3

Summary: Out of an act of desperation, you move in with a guy you kind of know who happens to have a really hot brother who lives next door.

(Part 1) (Part 2)(Part 4)

Author’s note: I’m a bit uncertain about this part tbh :/ on one hand I love it, on the other I’m not sure

It had been a few days since Azriel went with you to return the truck, and you hadn’t seen much of him or Cassian since. Cassian had told you they were both personal trainers at the same gym, and he even went so far as to put his schedule up on the fridge so you would know when he’d be gone.

Looking at the schedule, he had even left a sticky note telling you he had plans before work and that he wouldn’t be back all day.

Your day alone in the apartment didn’t go as well as you had hoped it would, your phone buzzing around noon, the name Dad lighting up your phone.

You sigh, letting it go to voicemail, and decide to call Feyre to avoid thinking about him. She picks up on the third ring, her voice chirping through the phone, “hello?”

“Hey Fey, do you wanna do something today? I don’t want to wallow all alone.”

She sighs over the phone, “I wish I could, but I’m walking into work right now. I can’t call out when they can see me walking in the doors.”

You sigh, “do you know if Mor’s free?”

You can hear some commotion from Feyre’s surroundings, like she’s walking into a building.

“Mor has that internship she just started, I think she’s busy getting things ready for that.”

A beat pauses before Feyre continues, “I gotta go, but I’ll call you when I get off, okay? We can do something tomorrow if you’re free.”

You smile, “can we go to that axe throwing place we’ve been talking about for ages?”

She laughs, “absolutely. I’ll even print out a photo of your dad and hang it up on the target. Okay, I really gotta go, but if you wanna text me you can. I’ll respond when I can. Love you!”

She waits for you to echo her sentiment before hanging up, leaving you alone again. You spend the day trying to distract yourself, finding anything you can to distance yourself from the loneliness you feel. You unpack a few boxes you hadn’t gotten to, and after being fully moved in, you pour yourself a glass of soda to commemorate the occasion.

You sip from your glass as you begin cleaning the apartment, organizing the pantry, cleaning out the fridge, hell you even strip Cassian’s bed and clean his sheets and comforter.

Once the place is clean, you run out to the store, picking up what you need to make your favorite meal. You unpack your groceries when you come back, pour yourself a glass of wine, and sigh in contentment at spending an evening alone cooking your favorite pasta dish. You are determined to salvage some part of today, even if it’s just with a nice dinner. You’re playing music from your phone, the sounds drowning out the notification of a voicemail from your father that you’ve been ignoring all day.

You sip your wine as you stir the pasta, however the blaring sound of an ad startles you, causing wine to go all over the front of your clothes. You sigh, looking to the ceiling for strength to not break down. You take some deep breaths before peeling off your wine soaked dress, opening the laundry door to throw it into the washing machine. You’re hopeful that getting it in immediately will help prevent a stain from setting in, but you still pour a little extra stain remover in.

Once you get the machine going, standing in your kitchen in your underwear, you decide to make the most of this. The day sucked. All day all you had wanted to do was hide under your covers, hide from the world. You took a deep breath and told yourself “I’m done hiding.”

Your favorite song starts playing, and knowing that Cassian won’t be home for several more hours, you dance. You jump around your apartment, whipping your head around, letting out the loose bun your hair was in for the day.

You skip around, the sounds of Super Trouper by ABBA drowning out the door opening until suddenly something stops your music. Turning around you find Rhys’s hand hovering over your phone, having just stopped the music, and Azriel, whose gaze is on you, soaking in every detail of your little show.

You blink a few times, trying to ensure this is not a nightmare, however you don’t snap back to reality until the timer goes off for the pasta. All three of you whip your heads towards the timer, it’s tone jarring all three of you back to the present.

You groan, starting to back away back to your room. “What are you guys doing here?” You exclaim, “but more importantly - please drain my pasta while I find pants.”

You slip into your room, finding a comfy pair of sweats and a crop top, coming back out to find Azriel draining your pasta into the colander.

“Well?” You ask, cutting up the chicken you had pan-fried earlier. Azriel won’t look you in the eye, a blush evident across his face as he’s turned in the opposite direction, facing away from you.

Rhysand doesn’t have the same affliction.

He smirks at you, “is this how Cassian gets greeted when he comes home? I must say I’d be more chipper coming home to that little show than to Azriel.”

Azriel does not respond to the jab. Instead, he picks up another knife, helping you cut. Rhys just stands behind you two, leaning against the fridge.

“Cassian most certainly does not get greeted by my bare ass when he comes home,” you respond indignantly. The two of you have finished chopping, so you motion for all the chicken and the pasta to go into the pan with the pesto sauce concoction you’ve made. Azriel helps you stir it, and once it’s evenly distributed, you two pop it into the oven.

“Well your ass wasn’t bare, it was slightly covered by your very cute-“

The task at hand done and a new timer set, you turn to face Rhys, cutting him off. “I spilled wine on my clothes and I didn’t want it to set and then I got carried away when Abba came on.”

He only smiles back, “got a hot date for dinner tonight?”

Azriel tenses ever so slightly, but you don’t think too much of it as you respond, “yeah word on the street is she has an incredible rack and a great ass.”

“Having seen them first hand I think the rumors are true.”

You roll your eyes, but decide you’re done with this game and want some sincerity.

“I had a shitty day and I just wanted my favorite meal.” You look down, crossing your arms. You don’t like being vulnerable, especially around people you just met. You think about Cassian, and how much he loves the two guys in front of you. Maybe you can take a leap, and perhaps they’ll catch you.

“I’d actually enjoy the company if you guys want to stay. I made plenty of pasta to wallow in so I think there’s enough to go around.”

Your eyes stay on the ground as you move your hands up and down your arms, a nervous movement. You watch as Azriel’s foot comes into view, standing in front of you as he gently taps his foot against yours, a silent request to look at him. “I love pasta,” he tells you, looking into your eyes. You’re struck by the absence of pity in them, and how they are full of sincerity, of kindness.

You look away from him when Rhys starts talking, “It’s decided. You got a two for one deal tonight - two hot dates for the evening.”

You smile, the thought of being alone almost overbearing, when you remember, “why did you guys come over here anyway?”

Azriel sheepishly looks away, clearly thinking about how they caught you half naked when they walked in the door. Rhys tells you, “we wanted to watch Forest Gump and we knew Cassian had it on Blu-ray.”

You nod, looking over at Cassian’s wall of dvds and blu-rays, which you had to admit was quite impressive. “I’ve never seen it - is it any good?”

When Cassian got off work from the gym, he thought he’d come home to a dark apartment, scrounging the fridge for any remnants of food. What he didn’t expect to find was his two brothers watching Forrest Gump, and seeing a tupperware container in the fridge with a sticky note with his name on it in Azriel’s neat script.

He walks in, Azriel shooting daggers at him. The audacity, Cassian thinks, watching a movie in my place and being annoyed that I’m here. That is until he comes close enough to notice your head in Azriel’s lap, a hand curled up on his thigh. His eyes linger on his brother’s hand that is slowly massaging your scalp, the hands he had always been so nervous and protective over. Cassian realizes he’s never seen his brother leave his hands to be so openly observed outside of his brothers.

He stares for a minute as your blanketed back slowly rises and falls, clearly asleep, before he turns, giving his brother a shit eating grin where they have a conversation without words. The conversation essentially boils down to Cassian’s eyebrows raising up and down, and Azriel’s continued scowl at Cassian’s inability to move through a room without making as much noise as possible.

Azriel doesn’t relax until Cassian is sitting on the other couch next to Rhys, tuning into the movie when Forrest is walking around Washington D.C.

“She didn’t even make it halfway through the movie,” Cassian whispers to Rhys.

“No,” Rhys replies, looking at you curled up on the couch, a soft smile on his face, “but she did ask us to stay for dinner.”

[twodimensionalboyfriend]

Sick </3

wc: ~1.3k read time: ~5 minutes

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cw: fluff! smooches here and there i guess! gn throughout! also not proofread lol

I have fucking covid!! my bones are on fire!!!

on a serious note, i have never been sick like this before in my life, i had the worst skin and joint aches i'd ever had in my life and my head felt like it was going to explode with pressure and my ears are still fuckin clogged. so anyways im gonna project my problems into this fic in the order in which i experienced them as a form of therapy and if anybody else is out there sick rn, i hope you have a jason todd to make it bearable!

On a silly note, I met a stray cat in the neighborhood the other day but she's been spayed! im hoping this is the cat distribution system at play

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," you groaned.

You're sitting on the couch trying to convince your boyfriend that you're not sick. It's just allergies! Allergies that come with body aches, pressure in your head, and now a fever.

Jason showed you the thermometer, "Dude, you're running at 100.1..."

You looked at the thermometer incredulously, "Isn't that thing super old? I mean how do we even know it still works? Take it again."

Jason sighed and scanned your forehead again, "Babe, we bought this a couple months ago." He glared at you as he showed you the thermometer again, which now read 100.2.

"Tch, that's barely even a fever," you said rolling your eyes.

"That's it. You're going on bed rest."

"Woah, what?? Jason, I told you I'm fine! Besides I have so much to do today. We need groceries, I have a prescription to pick up, there are so many dishes in the sink, I have laundry to fold and I have work this evening. A little cold isn't... what are you doing?" You cut yourself off as you saw Jason typing on his phone.

"Thanks for the to-do list! While you rest, I'll go and get this done. Grocery list is on the fridge and our pharmacy is in the store, so text me if you need anything else. I am more than capable of doing dishes and laundry, so you don't have to worry about that. And I love you, but you're crazy if you think you're going into work tonight. Text your boss a picture of the thermometer and call out. Or I'll do it for you, whatever you prefer."

"Ar-Are you sure? I mean it's..." You trailed off. You really did feel like shit and it's not like you necessarily wanted to do these errands and chores. After a moment of thinking, you sighed and relented, "Okay, fine, only if you're completely sure you can handle it."

"(Y/N), I'm an adult. If I couldn't do laundry, you should be worried about me." You tried to laugh a little, but it quickly snowballed into a coughing fit, "Woah woah, take it easy. I'm gonna take the list and go to the store. Again, text me if you need anything or if you just wanna say hi," he said with a smile.

Your eyes welled up a bit as you whispered, "Thank you, Jason. I love you very much."

"I love you too, I'll be back soon."

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The front door swung open and Jason's voice rang through your shared apartment, "Honey, I'm home!"

You couldn't have gotten up if you tried. You're sickly moan from the couch alarmed Jason, and he dropped the groceries and ran to your side.

You were lying on the couch in your spiderman sweats and a hoodie; your arms draped over your eyes to block out the white lights from the kitchen that added to your headache. Your entire body ached like it never has before. The sight squeezed Jason's heart. "Oh, honey," he said sympathetically, pressing his hands to your cheeks, "Woah, you are burning up! Hang on." He snatched the thermometer from the coffee table and tested his partner. The screen lit up red. It read 101.7.

You mumbled, "H-Holy shit..." It was a bit too much to talk right now.

"Okay babe, I got you some chicken noodle soup because that's what Alfred always made us, and I don't quite have his cooking skills--and this is, uh from a uh... a can--but I'm gonna make some for you, and that should hopefully make you feel better," he looked at you with worry. "Then would you want to watch Pride & Prejudice while I folded the laundry? The movie obviously, since you like it. Even though the show is better," he grumbled at the end.

God damn it. You were crying again.

You were experiencing so many different emotions you didn't really know what else to do. You loved Jason so much and felt so much gratitude for the way he was taking care of you. As if there was nothing else he could possibly be doing right now other than be here. This is on top of the fact that you've been in agony for the past hour as you got worse and worse; and you were really tired of feeling that way.

This shocked and scared Jason, "I'm sorry!! The movie isn't that bad! I just like that the show's more accurate to the book! Also, when Lizzie runs through the rain, why does she grab a soaking wet cloth from the very same rain storm to dry her hair?! I'm sorry I just--"

"I love you so much," you croaked out. "I also feel like fucking garbage."

This put Jason at ease and he kissed the top of your head. "I'm sorry you feel like shit, sweetheart. I do this because I love you too. Like, a lot. Now stop talking and spare your voice. Let's get you cozy and hopped up on vitamin C, and we'll just take it easy."

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The next morning, you woke up. You sat up slowly and realized most of the pressure in your head is gone. Your body no longer felt like it was on fire! Definitely still congested though. You also realized you fell asleep on the couch after the first proposal, yet you were currently sitting in your bed. Jason must've brought you in. Suddenly, a sneeze crept up and exploded out of you. Then another. Then one more. Jesus, that hurt your chest.

Your fit was loud enough to let Jason know you had woken up. He came into the room holding a spatula. The opened door let in a sweet smell and a sizzling sound. "How are you feeling, baby?" He walked towards you.

"Well I can bear to be conscious, so I'd say much better. What's going on in the kitchen?"

He pressed his hand to your forehead and said, "Pancakes! And lots of orange juice. I don't think you’re in the clear yet. Sit tight; I'm gonna get the thermometer and take your temperature."

Ignoring his request, you got up to meet him in the living room. You stepped out of the bedroom and was met with the sight of Jason discarding the pancake that had burned due to his doting. He saw you walking towards him and urged you to go back to bed, "Go back! I'm gonna bring you breakfast in bed. Pancakes, juice, fruit, the whole shebang."

"No it's okay, let me be out here with you. I'd kiss you good morning, but I fear I might poison you and get you sick."

Jason stole a quick kiss, much to your surprise, "I spent all night with you. If I were to get it, I don't think a kiss would be what seals my fate. You're plate is ready, by the way."

He handed you a plate stacked with 3 pancakes and a butter slice, drizzled in maple syrup with strawberries and whipped cream. It was beautiful, "Oh my god, Jason, that's so gorgeous I don't think I can eat it." Your stomach growled and promptly gave away your true feelings.

"Tear it up, baby girl."

You sat down as Jason finished making his stack. He sat down with you and you both began eating. Pre-packaged pancake mix has never tasted so good.

"Thank you for nursing me back to health, Jason. You've made this past few days in unbearable hell feel more like a manageable limbo."

He laughed, "What else was I supposed to do? Let the love of my life suffer?"

"God I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you in my life."

"Well, fortunately, you'll never have to." He leaned over the table and pressed a syrupy kiss to your lips.

if there are an content warnings you think i missed, please tell me so!! i’ll add them to this post and remember to add them to future ones!! :) ♡ ♡

and pls pls like and reblog and reply!! literally if you interact i will kiss you on the mouth

[chaosheadspace]

Hope you feel better soon!

If it's not too late for kiss prompt requests, can I send a #5) Where it doesn't hurt?

Or a #39) Because time's run out.

Gotta love that angst.

💜💜

Okay so this gripped me by the throat. I'm putting it all behind a readmore because Dream gets very badly hurt in this. Proceed with caution. It also has an ambiguous ending, which will be resolved with a future prompt, so be warned of that, too. If you like angst and whump, please enjoy.

Sort of continuation of this and this.

(Yam, you might wanna give this one a berth or ask me for further details.)

Hob breathes in the cool autumn air. It’s dark outside, the hour late after the book reading Dream and he went to. The streets are almost empty, it being a weekday and after eleven. Apart from the occasional car coming by, it’s just them and the streetlight, night laying over it all like a blanket.

It’s been a year since Dream came to live with him after being turned human by his sister, and Hob watches him as he puts on his coat carefully, somehow still unaccustomed to some things of the human experiences.

Dream has been—not like a child; no, more like a wild bird with a broken wing that needed to get used to living on the ground. Some things still vex him, still cause him difficulty; most of them to do with the limited human focus. He's burned food, or worse, himself; forgot laundry and groceries and bills and appointments. Hob helps where he can, and together they managed to get Dream on his feet again, albeit staggering a little. It's not perfect, but Hob is nonetheless proud of Dream. Isn't the purpose of life to fail and learn as best as one can? Dream is doing just marvellous, even with the difficulties his change has brought him.

He's full of wonder, of curiosity, Hob has found, and it's such a joy to relearn the world through Dream's eyes. Dream has continued to be an artist, taking to clay and paint and pencils with ease. He’s taken a liking at cooking, too, even if he’s not good at it. Anything to do with touch, really, Hob’s noticed. Dream loves working with his hands, experimenting, experiencing. Dream runs his hands over soft cushions and blankets, over his coat and the doorframe before they leave, over tree bark and cold metal railings, over his own chin and cheeks when he forgot to shave again.

He also touches Hob, his pullovers, his arms, his hair; curious and unrestrained. Sometimes Hob needs to swallow and take a deep breath, but he always lets him. Dream is so open now, letting him see, and Hob won’t spook him off with glimpses of his own heart again, not if he can help it, not when the only thing required is patience.

Dream’s hand squeezes Hob's, comforting, promising, pulling him back into the London night.

“Let us go home, Hob,” Dream says, and then lets go of his hand and steps out into the street to cross it, still smiling at him.

Hob opens his mouth to remind him to look first, but he's drowned out by the honk of a car horn, painfully loud, painfully close.

The split second seems to last an eternity, splits, splits again, an endless nightmare in which Hob so clearly sees Dreams shocked face, the headlights catching on his coat, the car. Unable to do anything, too slow, too sluggish.

Then the world is fast again, the car reversing, Hob's ears ringing. He can't see Dream. He can't see Dream.

Hob can't breathe, slips between the same parked cars that Dream just passed between a second ago, adrenaline and fear in his veins.

With a squeal and the rev of the engine, the car speeds off, and Hob shouts a reflexive, angered “Hey!” after it before his mind is again screeched to a halt by ragged, gulping breaths.

It's quiet again, awfully quiet, except for Dream's breathing.

Hob takes another step, looks downwards—*of course downwards, where else would he be, Hob, you idiot—and there lies Dream, a crumpled, horribly twisted mess, his chest heaving, his face a grimace of pain.

Hob sinks to his knees beside him, his right hand fishing for his phone, his eyes never leaving Dream.

“Dream, Dream, darling, hey—”

“Hhob—” The stuttering gurgle coming out of Dream sounds so painfully wrong it turns Hob's stomach. Dream's next exhale is a painful, ragged moan followed by a very wet cough that has Hob fumbling for his phone even faster. He presses 999 with shaking fingers.

His own voice feels like sludge as he speaks to the operator, too slow, muddy, somehow. It's all terribly wrong, the trickle of blood from Dream's temple, the bent, contorted way he lies there, the agonised sounds that escape him with every breath, the glassiness of his eyes that are looking up, up, into the faint stars of the sky, unseeing.

Hob reaches for Dream's head as he speaks, tentative, trembling, desperate to give him even the smallest amount of comfort, and then thinks better of it and reaches for his hand.

The operator stays on call with him, the ambulance dispatched, and all they can do is wait, wait the horribly long wait until it gets here. They told him not to move Dream, for fear of worsening his injuries. Reality is hazy to Hob, the operator, the promise of an ambulance, all of it is so far away, behind a layer of fog. The only real thing is Dream, wrong, wounded, wrong—

Hob's fingers touch Dream's, and with a sound like an animal Dream grips his hand with surprising strength. He's still not looking at Hob. Maybe he can't. And then Dream speaks again, his eyes still turned to the dark of night.

“Mother?” Dream rasps, begging, “mother, please—” He coughs again, groans, sobs spasmodically as his body shifts slightly. “Mother, can you not hear me?”

Hob's phone clatters to the ground as he grips Dream’s hand with both of his own.

“Dream, hey, darling, I'm here, I'm here, I'm so sorry,” Hob says, babbling.

There are tears on Dream's face now, his laboured breathing accompanied by pained cries, and Hob feels helpless, so helpless.

“I did not—want to—anger you,” Dream hacks out. “It is—so dark. Destiny won't—save me this time—mother, please—”

The world gets loud again and Hob's eyes still don't leave Dream, not as he's pried from Dream's side as the paramedics get to work, not as Dream is practically scraped from the pavement, not as they load him into the ambulance.

Thankfully they allow him to come with, seated at the side of the vehicle, right next to but still too far away from Dream as they work.

For a very short moment, after they arrive at the hospital, before they get the stretcher out of the ambulance, Dream looks at him. Really looks at him for a second, a sliver of clarity aided by painkillers.

Hob presses a kiss to the unbruised side of his forehead, weeping, before Dream is whisked away into bright lights and bustling activity.

The world slows.

Hob feels heavy, so heavy as he climbs out of the ambulance, as he gives someone Dream's details, as he walks into the hospital himself and is directed to a waiting area after refusing to go home.

He can't.

He can't leave, for nothing in this world would he leave right now, and so he sits under the too bright lights in an empty hospital waiting room, the blue cushion of the bench too firm to be comfortable, and weeps.

Someone comes and tries to talk to him in an empathetic voice, but Hob doesn't understand them, hell, can barely see them through his tears, so he waves them off. They leave him with tissues and more muffled, sympathetic words, and then he is alone again.

When Hob wipes his face and blows his nose some time later, he notices that his hands are grey from where he'd touched the pavement.

He mechanically gets up to wash them, the artificial serenity of the hospital doing nothing to calm down his nerves.

Then he sits there, again, alone, hiccuping and crying some more.

It's late, and Hob feels heavy, his body tired, his mind racing. Dream can't die. He can't. Can he? Hob doesn't know.

Just thinking about it shoots pain through his chest. He can't. He can't.

Pictures keep flashing through Hob's mind, of Dream on the pavement, of Dream's unseeing eyes. He can still hear the way Dream said mother, pleading, small, afraid.

Hob cries again.

Eventually, his spiralling thoughts turn hazy, flickering like the flame of a candle, coming in and out of focus as if they were a radio someone is tuning.

Hob sinks to the side, down onto the hard, uncomfortable cushion. It smells of disinfectant.

Just for a moment, Hob thinks, just for a few seconds.

Hob falls asleep waiting, still waiting, alone, his fearful heart beating Dream, Dream, Dream.

[blue-aconite]

two for one || j.h.s

Summary: A visit to the local shelter brings not one, but two surprises.

Warnings: No use of y/n, fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairings: Jake Seresin x reader

Authors Note: Based on these pictures. I saw them and couldn’t get it out of my head. Thanks to my lovely betas @wkndwlff​ & @ryebecca​, you’re the best!

When your boss told you to take Tuesday off, you wasted no time in signing off and putting your work phone on ‘do not disturb.’ You had been logging a lot of overtime lately, brokering a deal with a new business partner and overlooking the expansion of the Boston office. Luckily you could stay in San Diego working remotely with the team from Boston, letting you avoid the time consuming travel across the country. 

You had washed three loads of laundry and cleaned out both the pantry and the fridge. After a quick stop at your favourite deli for lunch, you headed out to the grocery store. You opened up all the windows when you got home, putting away the groceries and then taking on the task of cleaning the condo. You had some time to kill before starting dinner, so you headed outside to relax on your hammock with a book. 

You must have dozed off because the next thing you know, your boyfriend is shaking you awake. “What time is it?” you groaned, stretching your limbs. 

“A little after three. Last class got cancelled, so I figured I’d head home early to surprise my girlfriend. Looks like you’ve been busy today.” You hummed as he pressed a quick kiss to your lips, pulling you up from the hammock.

“I just wanted to get everything done so we could enjoy our weekend off together.” 

Jake wrapped his arms around you, kissing the tip of your nose. “I have a surprise for you.” 

“What?” You looked up at him, a playful smile on his face, eyes vibrant with joy.

“Remember how we talked about getting a dog?” Jake had a childlike excitement surrounding him, that cheeky grin you loved so much in place. 

“Fanboy was showing me pictures of this shelter and I thought that we might go and take a look.” 

You lit up, bouncing on your feet. “Really? Because I know you said you weren’t sure and -,” Jake cut you off, kissing you again.

“Yes sugar, I’m sure. The shelter closes at 6pm, so I figured we’d head there now and we can pick up dinner on our way home.” You were already heading towards his truck before he finished speaking. Jake followed behind, smiling at your childlike glee. “I just gotta change, baby. Then we can go.”

“Aw, baby look.” You gestured to the German Shepherd who was snoozing in the corner. Jake trailed behind you. The shelter was fairly empty, both with people and animals. Lisa, a volunteer, explained that they recently had a “family day” and a lot of the animals had been adopted.

“We’ve really seen an upswing in adoption recently, it’s honestly so great seeing these animals find their forever home.” Lisa spoke with Jake as you wandered around. An odd sight in the back captured your attention and you kneeled down to get a better look. 

Your heart melted as you set your sights upon a tiny dog, all curled up into a ball. What melted it even further is the cat sleeping by its side. They looked so cute, all cuddled up with each other. The tag on the outside told you that their names were Ares and Apollo. You turned around to call on Jake, only for him to be right behind you.

“What’s this?” He asked as he kneeled down next to you. The dog blinked at the two of you sleepily before snuggling its face into the cat’s fur. 

“Look at them baby, they’re so cute.” You gushed, wiggling in your excitement. 

Lisa wandered over to the two of you. “Ah, you’ve found our little makeshift family. They were found together, abandoned in a box by the side of the highway. They’re most likely from the same home. We’ve estimated that they’re both around a year old. We tried to separate them at first, but they were both so unhappy that we just let them be together. It’s made adopting a bit more difficult. Not a lot of people want to take on the responsibility of both. But we’re adamant that they go together.”

Your mind is made up the moment she stops talking and you turn to Jake, pout in place, as you prepare to plead with him. He rolled his eyes at you. “We said one dog darlin’.”

“Yes, I know, but look at them! And they have to be together.” Jake raised an eyebrow, but you were determined. “And! When we’re not home, they won’t be lonely because they’ll have each other! I know we said a dog but I’ve always wanted a cat, too. Please, baby?”

Jake was quiet for a moment, watching the little animals sleep. The dog, Apollo, had a fair coat - white mixed with light brown. The cat, Ares, on the other hand, had pitch black fur. 

“I guess we need to pick up a couple of cat things, too, then.” Jake said, and you squealed, throwing your arms around him. 

You stayed with them as Jake talked to Lisa, getting everything in order for the adoption. The dog yawned as you tickled its belly, almost squishing the cat in the process as he chased your fingers. The cat was more apprehensive but after some ear scratches and treats, it let you pick it up. 

Jake returned with a carrier in hand, letting the dog sniff him before picking him up. “Hey, buddy. You’re gonna come home with us, isn’t that great?”

You packed all the essentials into the truck before thanking Lisa and heading home.

Setting everything up was fairly simple. The litterbox went into the laundry room and Jake scattered various toys and a bed in a corner of the living room. You insisted on getting a water fountain and you set up their bowls in the kitchen. A second bed was placed at the foot of your bed. 

After making a grand showing of the litter box for Ares, and telling them where to eat, you walked around with the little creatures, showing them their new home.

They both warmed up to their new surroundings quite quickly and before you know it, they’re both snoozing off between you and Jake on the couch as you watched the news. 

“Baby?” 

Jake hummed, absentmindedly scratching Ares behind his ears. Apollo is cuddled into your side, tongue sticking out.

“Thank you. I love you.”

Jake lifted his arm and you moved gently, as not to startle Apollo and cuddled into his side. “I love you, too. And to be honest, I don’t think I could have gone home without them. They’re perfect.”

“Hah, I knew it. You loved them as soon as you saw them, too, right?” Jake rolled his eyes, nudging your side.

“Yeah, I did. But one of us have to be responsible.” You giggled, lifting Ares so he could rest in your lap. An idea suddenly struck you and you squished your face against the side of Jake’s arm to stop the laughter. 

Jake nudged you again. “What are you laughing about now?”

You snorted, trying to hide your amusement. “You’re totally gonna be one of those cat dads who said they didn’t want a cat but secretly loves it.” 

He made a noise of protest but stopped as Ares abandoned you and crawled onto Jake’s lap. Apollo was snoozing between the two of you. “Don’t tell anyone.”

You smiled. “I won’t. Besides, it’s good training.”

“For what?” Jake murmured, tickling Apollo’s tummy. 

You found yourself falling in love with him all over as you watched him fawn over the two of them. When you first met him, you had doubted that he would want something serious and settle down. Now, two years later, you couldn’t be more wrong. 

Jake was everything you wanted and more. And as you watched him with the two newest additions to your future, you knew he would make a great dad one day. But for now, you would have to be parents to two little four legged babies and you couldn’t be more happy.

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[explosionkatsu]

"Age doesn't matter" 14

Dad!Bakugo x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

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With Y/n carrying Kazui, Katsuki was the one who unlocked the front door for them despite carrying the groceries.

It was impressive for Y/n, of course. Maybe being a hero has its perks after all.

“You can put Kazui in his room. I’ll prepare dinner.” Katsuki said while walking towards the kitchen.

Y/n nodded in response even though she was fully aware he wouldn’t see her. With that, Y/n went upstairs. Carefully holding Kazui with one arm, she twists the knob and pushes the door open allowing herself in. She went nearer to the bed and gently placed Kazui on his mattress.

Of course, her being a babysitter, she knows she couldn't let Kazui sleep like that. Without asking Katsuki, Y/n browsed through Kazui’s closet looking for his pajamas.

The aroma of Katsuki cooking made her pause for a second though. She could smell he’s boiling the chicken with a few spices right there.

Well, she didn't expect Katsuki could even cook. She imagined him ordering food as their meal. Why hasn’t she thought of that when she was in the kitchen? She clearly saw all the spices on the cupboard. Well, she thought those were all for a show. A display? Boy, how wrong she was.

Shrugging her thoughts away, she proceeded to look for pajamas till she found a drawer full of what she had been looking for. What piqued her interest was the Dynamight-themed pajamas he has. Y/n had to stifle a giggle when she picked it up and shut the drawer.

“This will do,” she mumbled smiling to herself.

She went back to Kazui’s side and sat beside him carefully not waking him. Once she put the pajamas down, she slightly lifted Kazui’s body using one arm and took off his clothes using the other. She’s an expert at this, you know. Once done undressing him, she grabs the pajamas and then put them on Kazui who was not even bothered by all her movements.

He must be deeply asleep then. She’ll feel bad if she wakes him up for dinner.

..

“Took you long enough,” Katsuki said not bothering to look up when you suddenly appear at the kitchen doorway.

“I had to change Kazui into his pajamas since his shirt was a bit sweaty. I don't want him to get sick.” You said whilst holding the said clothes in your hand. “Where should I put this?” You asked.

“There’s a laundry basket in the bathroom.” Katsuki simply answered and watches you disappear from his peripheral vision.

He didn't know you'd be this on hand to Kazui since it is his first time having someone take care of his child in his own home. He gotta admit though, he’s less exhausted compared to when he's the only one taking care of his child.

Was he complaining? Yes. Its draining being a single father. But he knows he needed to do what needs to be done for his son. Heck, he was even thankful whenever his friends came over to visit him, mainly Kazui. They are aware that he's been struggling with being a parent especially now that his Ex-wife is in jail.

Now that he remembered it. He needed to confront her soon. Was he ready though? Hell yeah, he is. That excuse of a woman deserves to spend her entire life behind bars after what she did.

If you ask what Bakugo Katsuki’s regret was. Is that he didn't listen to his friends when they warned him. Did he regret having Kazui in his life though? No. Not even a bit. He was glad Kazui was here with him. Kazui gives him hope to continue with life. He’s the entire reason why he needs to be alive. He’s, his world.

If anything happened to his son, the world would witness the other side of Dynamight.

“Bakugo.”

He was clearly lost in his thoughts cause your voice suddenly jerked him awake.

“The hell do you want, woman.” Obviously pissed since you cut him from his thoughts.

“I was asking if there's something I could help you with. You seem to be taking your time chopping those carrots.” You giggled when Katsuki looked at where you were pointing. Indeed, the carrot was turning into a darker shade due to being exposed to the air.

“Shut up.” Katsuki only tsked and proceeded on chopping. “As if you can cook better than me.”

“I'm pretty sure I can cook. Maybe not as good as you but I can try.” You smiled at him and went beside him to watch him chop.

“Get working with the onions then,” Katsuki smirked. “Better not disappoint me, princess.”

“You’ll be impressed.” You smiled and tied your hair into a messy bun.

Washing your hands was the first thing you did, and Katsuki raised an eyebrow at this as he kept an eye on you while still chopping. The next thing you did was to search for the extra knife and chopping board which you were able to locate with the help of the blondie.

“Onions?” You asked as you placed the things you needed on the counter next to him.

Katsuki pointed to the bags behind him where you took two onions. He was done chopping now though and was watching you.

He gotta admit, the messy hairdo you did make you look hot. He won't say it out loud though.

But then, Katsuki suddenly remembered something that has been bothering him.

“Y/n.” He called out, arms crossed over his chest while his back turned to the counter and leaning against it.

“Yes?” you answered as you peeled the onion.

“Back when Kirishima brought me home all bruised up. You were the one who healed us, didn't you.” Katsuki held his gaze on you.

You on the other hand paused. You remembered Kirishima telling you to be quiet about this but lying to Katsuki would mean losing his trust. She doesn't want that.

“What makes you say that?” Y/n smiled nervously and continued peeling.

“Why won't you answer me? “His suspicion was raised as he watched you.

“I was just asking you what makes you think that?” You smiled at him. “What if I'm quirkless and you just happen to recover quickly?”

“Wait, shit. Are you-

“Haha. I’m not. Don't worry.” You laughed as you covered your lips with the back of your hand.

“Well damn answer my question then.” Katsuki's eye twitched in annoyance. “Don’t play smart with me. I remember what was written in your calling card.” Saying this puts a smirk on his lips while he watches your face turn into a timid reaction all of a sudden. “What? Cat got your tongue, princess?” He teased.

You on the other hand looked away, embarrassed, and at the same time, internally slapping yourself for forgetting about the calling card. Well then, I guess you can never dodge his question.

“Sigh. To answer your question.” You looked up at him, turning serious all of a sudden. “It was me who healed you.” You said calmly. “The reason I don't want to inform you, it's because I recall in one of your interviews, you spoke of hating being used by a quirk you aren't familiar with. Plus, Kirishima advised me not to tell you which I assume was probably the same reason.” You explained.

“Tsk. That idiot,” Katsuki simply mumbled. “Tell me about your quirk.” he added as he closed his eyes ready to listen while still waiting for the chicken to boil.

“T-there’s nothing much to tell, honestly.” Why are you stuttering all of a sudden anyway? Are you shy? Oh hell no.

“Looks to me like there's a lot to tell, now that you used your quirk on me,” Katsuki smirked once again.

He has a point though.

“Fine.” You pouted while continuing to chop the onions. “I’ll activate my quirk which will make my eyes glow and I’ll simply make contact with your skin and concentrate on where you're harmed. Once I managed to find it, a small blue-like light will appear, and carry out under your muscle to where the injury was.”

“Mhm.”

“When done, I’ll deactivate my quirk.” You illustrated and finished chopping.

“What’s the drawback?” He was curious, what can you do. He had never seen a healer who patches wounds and bruises that swiftly. 

“A-ah. W-well...”

What the hell are you stuttering now? Was it that bad?

“You see, the pain you’re enduring will be passed onto me.” You said diverting your eyes away from him. “If my body couldn't handle it. Bruises will appear.”

“So, you're telling me when you mended us, the bruises began appearing on you?”  Katsuki scowled just thinking about this. He watches you nod in response. “What the hell are you thinking?”

Here we go. To be fair, you were kinda expecting this since Kirishima warned you. Why? Apparently, Dynamight doesn't want to burden anyone because of him. He also didn’t want anyone to do him a favor because he thinks he has to repay them which was very annoying for him.

“Well, you were unconscious, and I feel like I have to.” You looked away a bit sad.

“I appreciate what you did, idiot.” While saying this, Katsuki was removing the lid of the pot where the chicken was, checking if it was cooked. “But with that kind of drawback, I don't think I’ll let you do it again.”

“Why?”

That one word made him blink. Why though? What was his reason? Does he not want you to get hurt or what? Probably because he's a hero and it's his responsibility to not let everyone around him get hurt. Yeah, he’ll stick with that.

“Because the hero must protect everyone from getting hurt, idiot. Now pass me the onion.”

You just shrug off his answer and hand him the chopped onions. Even though you wanted to ask him about the groceries again, you decided to just drop it. Believe it or not, he kind of helped you with your finances. But of course, you’ll pay him back.

Unexpectedly in debt if you ask me.

“So. Uh.” You spoke up trying to break the silence between you two. “Why’d you paid for my groceries?” You said slightly tilting your head to look at his face.

“Ugh. Are you serious? This again?” Katsuki was annoyed, obviously. “How many times do I have to tell you, I just wanted to, okay? Now stop pestering me about it, idiot.”

His outburst didn’t startle you the slightest. In fact, you saw this coming. No matter how many times you asked him, you’ll never get an answer out of him.

“Well then, maybe just tell me how much it was. I wanted to pay you back.” You pouted crossing your arms over your chest while keeping your gaze on him.

“Not a chance, princess.” Katsuki smirked not bathing an eye on you. He was busy cooking the curry you know. Putting spices and everything.

“I don’t want to be in debt.” You groaned throwing your hands. This man is making you feel frustrated, and you hated it.

“You’re not.” Katsuki simply said as he put the last seasoning and starts stirring. “Stop overthinking this. I treated you out and that’s it.” This time, he was looking at you.

You just pouted in response.

..

It took a few minutes for Katsuki to finally finish the curry.  As he turned the fire off, he took a bowl from his cupboard and poured a bit of the dish in it.

“Oi!” He called out to Y/n. “Time to eat!”

Y/n got tired of talking to Katsuki. She decided to just leave him alone in the kitchen and watch tv as she waited for him to finish cooking. It wouldn’t be pleasant to piss him now knowing his temperament. So, once she heard him call out, Y/n immediately stood up and went to him.

“That smells good.” The scent of the curry filled the house. He really can cook, Y/n thought. “Let’s see if it tastes good, though.” Y/n don’t even know where she’s getting all her courage from teasing him, but one thing she knew is that it was fun.

“We’ll see.” Katsuki smirked and handed her the bowl filled with the curry. “Go wake Kazui.” He said grabbing another bowl.

“He’s deep asleep.” Y/n said before leaving his side.

“Can’t have him sleep on an empty stomach now.” Katsuki simply said as he focused on filling the bowl.

He does have a point.

Katsuki watches Y/n go upstairs once again. He couldn’t help thinking, is this what it felt like to have a wife? A wife who takes care of the family. He knew he kept thinking about his over and over. He couldn’t help it. He never felt this before. This feeling is new to him.

... Okay, I deserve to apologize since I've been away for weeks? I'm sorry. I have been dealing with many mental breakdowns these past few days, and I feel a little better right now. Still, I am sorry for making everyone wait.

[luvrrszn]

and they were roommates *

COLLEGE ROOMATE!MIGUEL O'HARA x FEM READER (18+)

summary miguel o'hara is your roommate, and then he's more than that

warnings [all sexual themes are at the bottom end of the post] explicit/18+ (smut), unprotected sex, dom!miguel, not proofread

a/n (gif posted originally by @/cantstoptheimagines, can't figure out tumblr's gif shit so i'm doing this instead, hope that's okay :)) guys i'm so bad at writing smut please go easy on me also if u have requests PLEASEEE send them in i'm so bored

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"oi! you left your panties on the countertop again, you goblin! take it back!" miguel yells at you from your shared bathroom.

"my bad." you mumble, a piece of toast in your mouth as you shuffle into the bathroom, in a hurry to grab your underwear off the marble countertop.

miguel watches, amused, as you scramble to get your things together before your 8am class. it's 7:48am, and it takes you at least 15 minutes to drive to campus, and that's if you make every green light on your way there.

you're lacing up your sneakers by the door as miguel pours himself a cup of coffee. he walks over to shut the door behind you after you leave. as you run down the hallway to the elevator, he calls out after you, "buy some juice on the way back, we're out of that."

you give him a thumbs-up before disappearing around the corner.

—

you're cooking your favourite homemade meal—pesto pasta. turning off the stove, you turn around to grab a bowl from the shelves. when you turn back around, you see miguel hunched over your pan of pasta, mouth stuffed with food. YOUR food.

you slap him away from the pan, as he feigns hurt, "ow, ow, that hurts. now you gotta give me pasta to make up for it."

"you ate two bowls of instant noodles already, how are you still hungry? get away, boy." you swat his fork away.

"c'mon, please?"

you roll your eyes and give in.

you were never truly going to say no to miguel o'hara. you had cooked enough for two because you knew this was going to happen, and you knew you weren't going to say no to miguel.

—

"miguel! stop using my shampoo! and my lotion! you know they're super expensive, get your own!" you yell at him from the bathroom, inspecting the fullness—or now, emptiness of your body care products.

"hey, mami, what can i say? those are the real deal." he replies, barely looking away from his laptop.

"yeah, and they cost a shit ton. stop using my stuff and go back to your nasty 30-in-1 soap or whatever." you huff, glaring at miguel angrily.

—

saturday evenings are spent at the dining table going over the grocery list, preparing for your weekly sunday grocery runs.

saturday nights are spent on the sofa in the living room, watching a movie.

sunday mornings are spent at the grocery store, wandering down the aisles even though you've been there every sunday for the past year and a half, ever since you moved in with miguel after a mutual friend introduced the two of you upon finding out you were both looking for a roommate.

sunday noons are spent unpacking the bags of groceries, which more often that not contain bags of junk food that miguel somehow managed to sneak into the cart.

sunday afternoons are spent doing laundry. miguel loads the washing machine while you handwash the delicate pieces that require extra care. afterwards, you toss what can be put into the dryer into the dryer while miguel hangs up the rest of the clothes to dry. then, the two of you settle into a comfortable routine of folding laundry.

that's just how it was. every week, without fail.

—

the moment you fell for miguel was when you caught a horrible cold and he took care of you.

despite you trying to shoo him away multiple times, he never gave up.

"come on, princesa. you're sick, let me help you."

"i look like a hot mess right now, miguel. just leave me alone, i'll be okay." barely finishing your sentence, you broke out in a fit of coughs and wheezes.

"no can do. you're sick, so get your ass back into bed. i'll bring you some chicken soup, so for now, just rest." miguel replied, placing a bottle of water and some cold medicine on your bedside table.

when he returned, he found you curled up in your bed, duvet tucked under your chin. he placed the bowl of soup on your bedside table, before placing the back of his hand on your forehead, only to realise that you were burning up.

"take your meds, princesa. you're running a fever."

with his help, you washed your fever medicine down with a gulp of water. then, you snuggled back under the duvet. when miguel turned to leave, your hand shot out from under the duvet, grabbing his wrist. you croaked out a "stay".

without a word, miguel got into bed next to you, slipping his arm under your head. you curled into his chest, falling asleep to the steady rhythm of his heart beating.

—

the moment miguel fell for you was when you left to visit family during summer break and he opened the refrigerator to find each shelf lined with containers of food.

you had left that morning, hand gripping your suitcase handle as you said to miguel, "try not to die, finding a new roommate with such short notice would be hard."

miguel grinned and flipped you the bird as you turned around and disappeared down the hallway to the elevator. closing the door behind him, miguel beelined for the refrigerator. maybe there was some yogurt he could have for a quick breakfast.

upon opening the refrigerator, he found that each shelf was packed containers of home-cooked meals, all prepared by you. well, that answered the question of why the apartment smelled so good when he got home last night.

there were containers of pasta, rice, chicken, salad, whatever you could think of, it was there. turning around, miguel spotted the sticky note you had left on the kitchen island. he picked up the light pink sticky note and read your note.

"seriously though, miggy. try not to die. i'd be a little sad if you did."

he couldn't help but let out a little chuckle.

—

you are the one who first confesses your feelings. on saturday night, after movie night, you gather all your courage and say, "miguel, look, i-i have to tell you something. and when i do, or even after i do, i need you to promise you won't hate me."

miguel's heart is racing. worries fill his head and his heart, and he can't help but wonder if you are going to tell him that you want to move out. he takes a deep breath, and replies steadily, "i could never hate you. go ahead, princesa."

you turn to look at miguel, and you say, "you're my best friend, and there's nothing i wouldn't do for you. you know that, right?" he nods.

taking in a shaky breath, you continue, "i like you. and it's okay if you don't feel the same way. i can't remember a time where i didn't know you, and i'm not sure i want to either. so if you don't feel the same way, can we at least still stay—"

"shut up," miguel cuts you off.

you're taken aback, stammering, "w-what?"

"just shut up," miguel repeats as he moves towards you, encasing your lips with his. you let out a slight gasp, and miguel takes that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

the kiss is everything you've imagined and more. it's hungry and passionate, but also gentle and reassuring. words were no longer needed; words weren't enough for miguel to express how much he liked you back.

you let miguel take control. you surrender, savouring every moment of the kiss.

and it leaves you breathless.

—

from that night on, nothing much changes. but at the same time, everything changes.

your weekend routines remain the same, but throughout the week, there's sex. so. much. sex.

miguel's sex drive is crazy, and you can barely keep up. not that you're complaining.

"miguel," you let out a breathy moan. your left hand is tangled in his hair, your right hand littering his back with scratches. miguel fucks you relentlessly, pulling his hips back and slamming into you in one fluid motion.

his hands slide downwards towards your nipple, and he toys with them, tugging gently and rubbing them between the pad of his thumb and his index finger. one of his hands slides even further downwards, and traps your clit. he rubs slow circles on it, drawing a moan past your lips.

his coordination is crazy, and you're stimulated in all the right places.

miguel senses that you're near your climax, and he speeds up, slamming into you with such tenacity that you almost believe he's in such a rush because the world might be ending in two seconds.

miguel goes faster, rougher, deeper, helping you chase your finish. the knot in your stomach tightens, tightens, tightens—then it snaps. you scream miguel's name as you cum all over his cock and go limp, seeing stars from what you think might have been the best orgasm of your life.

still deep in you, miguel feels every contraction of your pussy around his cock. you tighten around him, and after two more strokes of his hips, you're milking his cock for every drop of his cum.

out of breath, you lay there on the bed while miguel cleans up the mess on the bedsheets.

—

that afternoon, as you take out the trash, you bump into your next door neighbour, mrs palma. she looks and you and chuckles, "glad the two of you finally got together, but keep it down, wouldya, sweetheart?"

you turn as red as a tomato.

[joesheistyy]

Words of Affirmation & Acts of Service

Joe loved to make sure you knew how beautiful you were, always making sure to compliment you any chance he got. There have been a couple of occasions where his praises can seem to cure anything in the world.

One morning when getting ready for the Bengals vs Steelers game, Joe noticed you were having a hard time getting your makeup the way you wanted it.

“Babe, you don't need to get so upset. You look so gorgeous without makeup.” He said, coming to pull the brush out of your tight frustrated grasp.

"It just isn't coming out the way I want it to," you huffed.

"You're beautiful and I don't want you to think you're not perfect. I know you like to do this for yourself and that it makes you feel good which is of course what I want, but I love you and don't want to see you get so frustrated about it all," he kissed your forehead.

"I know, I just wanted to feel good in case people wanted to take pictures and of course so I can take a good picture with you," you said, reaching to grab the brush out of Joe's hand.

"Deep breaths baby, you'll get it the way you want," he kissed the crown of your head and walked out of the bathroom.

Getting home from the game, Joe absolutely gushed at you, making sure you felt beautiful. He would praise you as soon as you woke up, always before going to bed, and honestly whenever he felt it was needed. Joe is obsessed with his gorgeous girl.

----

Your day was nothing short of stressful. You were trying to finish your online class while doing taxes and trying to do the household chores. Joe knew you were stressed, so he wanted to help any way he could.

"How is my smartical baby doing?" he asked as he entered your office, in an awfully chipper mood.

"Not good at all. I'm exhausted and all I want to do is take a damn nap," you huffed, taking your glasses off to rub your eyes.

"What can I do to help baby? You take on so much and I just want to be able to take some stress off your shoulders," Joe said, reaching down to rub at your shoulders.

"Well I meant to go grocery shopping and do the dishes and laundry but I got none of that done because of this stupid shit," you threw your hands in the direction of your MacBook.

"How about I start with groceries, is that okay with you?" Joe asked, spinning your desk chair around.

"That would be great Joey. The list is written on the fridge," you knew Joe hated going to the grocery store, but it was your heaven. He just sometimes didn't like getting stopped. He gave you a kiss and walked out of your office.

As you continued on you final paper, time seemed to fly by. Before you knew it, Joe was back from the grocery store. It wasn't a long list and you were almost done with your paper, so you let Joe unload the groceries himself.

About 20 minutes later, Joe came up to whisk you away from your desk. Grabbing your hand and taking you downstairs, Joe was beaming to show you what he had accomplished.

There was a beautiful arrangement of flowers on the kitchen island, two tall candles lit for a beautiful dinner, and a glass of wine poured for you.

"Joey, did you do this all for me?" you questioned, looking up at him with a soft smile.

"Of course baby, you deserve it after all you've been doing for yourself and for me," he pulled you into a hug and kissed your forehead.

"AND," he began excitedly, "I started your favorite meal! I can never cook like you can, but I at least wanted to attempt it for you," he said with a little nervousness in his voice.

"I'm sure it'll be great baby, thank you so much for all of this," you thank him as you feel the day's stresses begin to wash away.

"I'll start laundry after dinner too, I've gotta start picking up some slack around here because it's way too much for one person to do," he turned around to get the food out of the oven.

"Baby it's really not too much for me, I've just got a lot going on right now," you partially sighed.

"Nope, I won't hear that from you tonight," he sassily turned away.

After feeding you a beautiful meal, Joe guided you over to the couch to put on your favorite show and later bring you your favorite desert. He continued on the household chores, and each time you tried to get up and help, he refused. Joe really cared for you and didn't realize how much stress you had been put under lately. While he loved providing acts of service, those services were usually giving you a back massage, starting your showers, etc. This night was different, and there were no complaints.

[yikes-em]

Nap Away

For @astrangersummer week 2: afternoon nap

steddie | 976 words | gen/no warnings | college/modern

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Tuesdays and Wednesdays are Steve’s weekends. He’s a hairstylist, a junior one at that, and works Thursday through to Monday. He and Eddie have no overlapping days off, Eddie’s from the bar falling on Sunday and Mondays, but Steve has his Tuesdays and Wednesdays. He goes grocery shopping, gives the plants of his their weekly watering should their routine require, doctor and dentists appointments. This Wednesday so happens to be Steve’s rare empty day. He’s already run the dishwasher and laundry, both audibly going in the kitchen. The bathroom is clean, they’d already agreed on pizza for dinner so no need for prep. Everything was right in the world. One glance at the clock told Steve, nested into a pile of blankets and pillows on the couch with a book, that Eddie should be home from his noon class shortly. The sound of keys in the doorknob confirmed that fact not even five minutes later.

“Heey, Stevie,” Eddie hums, bag dropping to the ground by their door as he toes his shoes off.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Steve muses back, dogearing the page. He pushes his glasses to the top of his head. “How was class?”

Eddie holds a finger to his lips with closed eyes. Steve understands. “I’ve gotta be back on campus in a few hours.”

“How many?”

“Three.”

“Right, thank you,” Steve hums. He adjusts his body to make room on the couch and tucks his book under the pillow beside him. “Sorry I forgot. How can I help you?”

Eddie blushes, kicking his feet up a little as he steps further into the living room to the beat of the music Steve’s got playing through the TV. He speaks through a yawn-- “I dunno.”

“Sleepy?”

“Yeah.”

“Hungry?”

“Not really.”

“Need to do any work before class?”

“Surprisingly, no,” Eddie grins when his shins hit the couch. Steve reaches up for Eddie’s hips with both hands, holds him firmly, and presses a gentle kiss through his shirt just under Eddie’s belly button. “Whatcha reading?”

“Still trying to get through Watership Down.”

“Fuck yeah, baby, let me know if there’s anymore words you need help with?”

Steve nods. He moves his hands from Eddie’s sides up to grab his hands, tugging down at him. Eddie understands, sitting where Steve’s made space for him. Eddie yawns again and goes where he’s pulled until he’s flush against Steve’s body. The warmth on the couch grows as the shifting sun hits the front window just right and flashes rainbows through the lounge. It’s beautiful and safe and most importantly, theirs.

“How’s your day been, love?”

“Calm,” Steve hums lightly as he cards his fingers through Eddie’s hair. The dark green block of color taking up the left half of his bangs would be ready to be colored in the next few weeks, with his roots grown out a half inch already, but currently it was a tonedeaf and seasick teal. Sometimes Steve would find himself overcritical of his work, particularly on Eddie. Now, like it had been in the short months they’d been living together, his mind was quiet. Steve picked apart a few curls that clumped densely together.

“Good,” Eddie says, yawning yet again.

“When do you need to leave?”

Eddie takes a peek across the room at the same clock Steve had. “Class is at 5, I’ll be out at 6:15, I think. So leave around 4:30?”

“I’ll drop you off, we can leave quarter till. Go on and nap a bit, Eds.”

“You’re so chivalrous,” Eddie grins like a dope up at Steve. He nuzzles into Steve’s shirt, nose poking through the space between the buttons. Steve lets out a breathy giggle and pushes his face back. “I’m so lucky!”

“Yeah, you are.”

“You sure you’re comfortable?” Eddie asks, voice turning soft and genuine.

“Well, here, hang on.” Steve slides out from under Eddie with only a few grumbles, returning a minute later with a fresh glass of water and a small bowl of pre-cut strawberries with powdered sugar on top. Eddie whines again when he’s forced to hold himself up enough for Steve to return to his previous spot, but is quickly soothed by a few strawberries and a kiss on the head. “Alright, now we’re good. Nap away, my love.”

“I need to be up by 4 at least…” Eddie mumbles, all but a whisper. Steve nods as he wraps his arm around Eddie and pulls him close. He doesn’t wake Eddie until 4:15, a solid two hour nap in Steve’s opinion, with a kind nudge of his knee and kiss above Eddie’s ear after returning Watership Down to the coffee table. Eddie rouses slowly with a pathetic whine.

“Steeevieeeee,” He cries, wriggling around on Steve’s lap. “Sleeeeepyyyy…!”

“I know, baby,” Steve hums and shifts again so Eddie has no comfortable resting spot anymore. He sits up and rubs aggressively at his eyes. “Come on, tie your hair up and we can take a quick shower before I drop you off.”

“Hot?” Eddie peeks out from behind his knuckles.

“Yeah, Eds,” he laughs softly, already reaching for the hair tie around Eddie’s wrist. “Now, hop up, let’s go.”

Steve doesn’t even have time to dry his hair before they have to rush off, Eddie making it to class exactly on time. If they’d gotten a little carried away in the shower, who can blame them? But by the time Eddie returns home again there’s a hot meat lovers pizza on the coffee table, an episode of Jeopardy queued on TV, and Steve perched yet again in the middle of a blanket puddle on the couch. There’s no disagreements when Eddie further investigates and finds Steve in one of Eddie’s old band hoodies and just his boxers, limp hair sending thin clumps of waves over his forehead. Yeah, Eddie’s a lucky guy.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #104

I didn't do nearly as much today as I thought I was gonna. I had this giant huge list in my mind that included a shower, physical therapy, laundry, dishes, a couple phone calls, steaming some salmon, getting a couple things we need for the house delivered from the internet, working on the thingy that I'm not gonna talk about until it's done, and maybe making some rice pudding.

…But all I managed was the shower, physical therapy, one of the two phone calls, and steaming some salmon. Bah.

I suppose 4 of the 10 things (I'm counting the phone calls as two things) isn't bad, considering that on top of still recovering from sleep deprivation, my body is also throwing a hell of a tantrum over the fact that I'm not actively in the process of building a new human. For me, the amount of loss is about twice as much and for twice as long as what's typical, so the end result is that I lose about 4 times the resources than is normal. And then, of course, there is the pain that occurs throughout this process. Fun, fun.

Supposedly, this process is necessary because human zygotes burrow until they find blood. This causes problems, so it's better to have a layer of it so that they don't burrow too far directly into our flesh. But for a variety of compelling reasons, you can't have a random layer of blood that sticks around for too terribly long without it getting weird and causing other problems, so every once in a while, it's gotta get torn down and rebuilt.

The natural result is that I don't have nearly as much energy as I might otherwise, which is a bit of a bummer. That's all right though. It's only temporary. Ultimately, everything is temporary; even my currently-assigned flesh-vessel ain't gonna last forever. It's the way of things. I'm not sad about it.

I got some new teas and they arrived today. One of them is a decaffeinated black tea with vanilla and nutmeg (which I am about to try!), and the other one is a lychee and rose petal tea. I thought of you when I saw these ones (since it is known that you like the scents of vanilla and also roses), and I thought maybe you'd like them, so I thought to give them a try, just in case someday I might be able to tell you all about how awesome it is, or even share a cup of the stuff with you.

…The vanilla and nutmeg tea is wonderful. I put some honey and milk in it. I really wish I could give you a mug of the stuff. But I can't. So I'll send along the pictures I took for you as I brewed it.

This is the box it came in. It's got a cute little owl on it with teacups for eyes, I guess. I really like owls, especially barn owls, so this is some huge points in its favor, right off the bat, haha!

Here's how it looked before adding milk and honey.

And here's how it looked after adding milk and honey. You'll also see a very curious Hunter. But Hunter is mostly curious because I'm still steaming the salmon, and he thinks that me going to the counter means he's gonna get a tiny piece of salmon. Which, to be fair, is normally a very astute observation on his part, but while the salmon does smell heavenly, it is still not ready, and I therefore do not have any to give to him. Against the law, I know, I know; suppose you better pop by and cart me off to "disappointed cat jail", right? But it's better that he wait than get sick from eating undercooked salmon; I don't think the stuff available at the grocery is sushi-grade, hahaha…

The salmon is done, and it turned out beautifully. I made myself a small bowl of it, for… ya know. Quality assurance purposes. Grilling and pan-frying salmon are also wonderful ways of preparing it, but given how it comes out of the steamer all luscious, juicy, and tender enough to be cut with a spoon, this is by far my favorite preparation method.

…And don't worry; now that it's ready, Hunter was able to get a small piece. But ONLY a small piece; this food is not nutritionally complete for him, so it's important that he eats his usual food instead of filling up on this. Don't worry though - his usual food is made for cats, but it's human grade; it could be argued that they eat better than we do!! Hahaha!

…Wish I could talk to you a bit over a mug of tea and a bowl of steamed salmon with buttered rice and veggies. Wouldn't that be neat. Just for a few minutes. A moment's peace and a good meal for just a few minutes. I imagine it would do wonders for your state of mind. But in the meantime, I'll do my best to carry the vast sense of emptiness that stems from the fact that this is impossible. From there, I'll take that sense of emptiness and pour something so beautiful into it that even you could be proud - just like I do with my trees and my silicone molds. Just, with different materials. You'll see.

Please stay safe out there, okay? I'll write to you again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[saiilorstars]

All the Time

Fandom: Criminal Minds // Hotch x OFC

Taglist: @ocappreciationtag​ @arrthurpendragon​​ @maaaaarveeeeel​ @stareyedplanet​ @foxesandmagic​ @averyhotchner​ @caplanbuckybarnes​​​

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A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts since Christmas and internet sucked so

The first time they met, it was interesting, and fast. It was so fast that he didn't really have time to process the encounter until afterwards.

He was on his way to pick up a few things from the grocery store — the one day he had open with Jack had to be paired with their favorite lunch. He was just about to go into the store when a woman came zooming out and crashed into him. Whatever was in her bag flew out and hit the ground, some jars even smashing. There went some marinara sauce splattering in the process.

"I am so sorry!" The woman was in a rush to pick everything up. Everything about her screamed 'I'm late' — Aaron didn't even bother asking if he was right.

He bent down to help pick some of the groceries up, the savable ones anyways. He was sure that she wouldn't want the opened box of pasta anymore.

On that, he was wrong. The woman reached over to snag the box up, slamming it shut without a care for the pasta she had lost in the process.

"No, no, leave it there! I got it!" She exclaimed when he tried reaching for the box of cream cheese. She snatched it off the ground as well. She was zooming again. "I got it! It's my fault! I'm sorry!"

"It's really alright," Aaron tried to say but the woman was already halfway standing up, mumbling (in a rush) about how late she was and all the things she still needed to do.

"No, no it's not," the woman said fervently, "And I'm very sorry but I have to go now!" And just as she moved to stand up, Aaron did the same and so they bumped into each other again.

The woman felt something hit the top of her head and dropped her purse, losing a few things in the process. In turn, Aaron felt something hard hit the tip of his nose that then reverberated through the rest.

"Dammit!" the woman exclaimed. She reached down for her bag but Aaron had already beat her to it. He had grabbed her bag and the things that had fallen. "Seriously, thank you, I gotta go!" The woman grabbed the purse from him and bolted from her spot. She was so fast that she didn't hear Aaron calling her about a missing bracelet she left behind. It was a simple silver thing but hers nonetheless. He presumed the big 'M' dangling was the first letter of her name.

Now he was left with a bracelet and a hurt nose…and no idea what had happened.

~0~

He forgot he had stuffed the bracelet into his pocket, deciding to figure out what to do with it later. That 'later' had been forgotten and when he wore the same pants to work a week later, the bracelet fell out. Rossi had several questions about the bracelet and the mysterious 'M' behind it.

It brought in the rest of the team as well, but all Aaron said is that it was a long story and one that had no purpose anyways. He stuffed the bracelet into his back pocket and proceeded to forget about it again.

He only remembered it when it fell out right before doing the laundry. At that point, he left it on his dresser. He felt a bit guilty for thinking about trashing it. So, the bracelet remained on his dresser, untouched, for weeks after that.

~0~

Two months later, they met again. This time, things were only slightly different. The woman — M — wasn't in a rush. She was simply ahead of Aaron in line, getting her coffee. Upon turning around, she crashed into Aaron again and dumped half of her coffee on him.

"I am so sorry!" She exclaimed immediately, jumping back instinctively as the warm coffee splattered on her wrists. It was nothing compared to the white shirt Aaron had decided on for that day. "I'm sorry! I'll get you a — hey…" She stopped when her eyes finally rested on him. Recognition filled her. "It's you."

Aaron was a bit more preoccupied finding napkins to dry himself up. A nice elderly woman sitting behind them offered him the napkin dispenser at her table. "Thank you," he told the woman kindly then proceeded to pull out a bunch of napkins from the dispenser. There was no way in hell the stain was coming out right now.

And of course it was at that moment that the barista called his name for his drink.

M turned around to the counter and, making the connections, reached over the drink. She dumped her own coffee in the trash and cleared her throat before she offered Aaron's drink to him. "So, I guess I owe an Aaron a huge apology…" She said with gritted teeth, feeling absolutely horrible.

Aaron could tell once he actually looked at her. It was the same woman — M. What were the odds?

"I'm so sorry," M reiterated, "I really — I should really watch where I'm going, I know…" She sighed, "Please, bill me for that dry cleaning."

"I'm okay," Aaron ultimately said for M's sake. He could hear the desperation in her voice. The coffee wasn't that hot anyways…

"No, you're not," the woman said with a shake of her head, "I just dumped hot coffee on you. You should be mad. I crashed into you a while back too, remember?"

A small chuckle slipped out from Aaron. "Yes, how could I forget?"

M scrunched her nose. "You caught me on a bad day then. It was my sister's birthday and I was put in charge of dinner and I never get put in charge of anything with my family and the one time they did, I was so late but—" She stopped with a big gasp, her eyes widening. "You don't care about that. You care about your stained shirt and ruined morning."

"Actually, all I care about right now is my morning coffee," Aaron remarked, dabbing the last wet coffee on his shirt. The stain would stay but at least his skin wouldn't burn anymore.

"Oh!" M remembered she held his coffee and held it out him. "Yes, your coffee, of course. Take it before I ruin it too."

Aaron took his cup with a small smile on his face. M was genuine, at least. He walked over to the nearest trash bin to drop all the napkins he'd used them returned to M for his coffee. "What about yours? Can I buy you one?"

"Me?" M blinked then fervently shook her head. "No, no! I dumped mine on you. I should be paying and I want to, so bill me for the dry cleaning. Do you want cash?"

"No," Aaron chuckled, "I'm fine, really."

M sighed. "Seriously, just bill me. I'd feel a little less bad if you did."

Aaron wouldn't accept. He instead offered M another cup of coffee with the idea that it would make things slightly less bad. M ultimately agreed just to ease her conscience.

Although she wasn't sure if sitting down at a table waiting for him to bring her coffee was doing anything to ease her guilt. It should have been the other way around.

Aaron came by with another cup for M and sat down with her. "Caramel latte."

"Thank you," M said, truly grateful as she took her new cup.

Aaron watched her carefully then while she drank her coffee. It was only now that he was truly getting to study her.

She was light skinned and average height which, to him, was still a decent difference. She was able to hit his nose with the top of her head, after all. She had plump cheeks and soft pink lips. Her eyes were a dark brown, just like her long dark brown hair that cascaded down her chest. A couple strands were misplaced, no doubt from their shaky meeting. She was dressed casually — perhaps it was her day off as well.

"You know, I ordered your drink but I had no idea what name to give the barista," Aaron remarked. He thought about the bracelet still sitting on his dresser. M.

M smiled lightly when she lowered her drink. "Malú," she said, thinking it was the least she could do for him. "Now you have the name of the culprit for your stained shirt. Seriously, bill me. Malú Ayala."

Malú Ayala. For some reason, Aaron wanted to remember the name for days to come.

And maybe he would.

"And I know your name," Malú reminded him, tilting her head at him, "Aaron. Sorry for everything, Aaron. You really had some bad luck meeting me. Promise I'm not an absolute disaster all the time."

"I didn't think you were," Aaron said, smiling with her, "You seemed late the last time we met."

"Mm, and today? Stupid, maybe."

"Harmless mistake."

Malú scoffed. "Say that to your shirt."

"It's dry now," Aaron said, patting the front of his shirt. Maybe it humid but she didn't know that. She looked miserable enough.

Malú shook her head. "You're kind, Aaron. Anyone else would have thrown their coffee at me. You seem to have a lot of patience."

"Really? That's what I seem like?" Aaron was amused with her presumption. A low level profiler and she didn't even know it.

Malú nodded her head, her eyes really starting to look at him. "Yeah. You didn't even show any rational emotions back there, nor the last time. It's okay to be mad, you know. I totally deserve it."

"Accidents," Aaron reminded her, "Besides, it's all fine now. I'm fine. Are you?"

Malú started to smile the more she considered her current position. Having coffee with a handsome man who just so happened not to hate her for ruining his morning? "I'm fine too," she ultimately agreed. "Thank you for the coffee." She picked up her coffee to drink from and hide her flush in the process.

They spent the next half hour conversing about mundane things like what they were doing today and what they liked to drink at coffee places…but it was somehow the most relaxing, good time they had in a long time.

Aaron most felt pure hatred for his demanding job when he saw the message that Penelope Garcia had sent him, alerting him of a new case the BAU needed to handle. "I am so sorry, but I have to go," he told Malú who couldn't look more disappointed.

She quickly recovered and put on her best smile. "Right, of course."

"It's my job — this happens all the time," Aaron said in a rushed manner as he put his phone away and grabbed his coffee from the table. "It pulls me away from many things."

"It does?" A smidge of hope sparked in Malú's eyes. So he wasn't changing his mind about her and didn't hate her? Because she certainly didn't hate him at all.

"Yeah, all the time," Aaron nodded, getting up from his chair, "But, uh, listen, there's a bracelet, um…I kept your bracelet."

"What?" Malú blinked, confused.

Aaron had no idea how that happened — since when did he stumble over his words? He shook his head and tried again. "The last time we met, you dropped your purse and you left before I could tell you that you dropped your bracelet. A silver one with an 'M' charm."

"Ooh," Malú laughed softly, and Aaron couldn't remember when someone's laugh had sounded so sweet like that. "You have my bracelet? That's great! My best friend gave that to me. We have matching ones. She has the first letter of her name on her bracelet."

"I have it, um…do you think you want to meet again to take it back?"

"Just for that?" Malú said rather boldly, at least in her opinion. She just couldn't help it. Half an hour was not nearly enough time to spend with him. She needed more.

"Well…" Aaron swayed his head, "I wouldn't mind…I mean we could…have lunch? Or dinner maybe?"

That was exactly what Malú wanted to hear. She couldn't agree fast enough.

So when Aaron left the coffee shop, he left so with a date for the upcoming weekend and a wide grin on his face.

~0~

It was hard to hide the truth from the team, especially Rossi. The man knew what was going — had a suspicion — from the get. Aaron could dissuade the others' accusations but not Rossi.

"What's her name?"

"How'd it happen?"

"How are you feeling about it?"

This was the first time he was going to see someone after Beth moved away. There was a lot to think about but surprisingly, Aaron couldn't really think of anything that could persuade him not to see Malú again. He looked forward to seeing her that weekend, as did Malú.

~0~

Malú was up and ready for her date. She picked out the best dress she could find in her closet and put herself together in record time only for her to get a text from Aaron saying he had to cancel — reschedule was the word he used. Work was keeping him away for the weekend.

Malú hated that she had not asked what exactly this job of his was but nonetheless she swallowed her disappointment and replied back to Aaron that it was fine and she would wait for that Monday he promised.

Monday came, and he never sent anything. Malú waited the whole day before calling it quits at seven. Her best friend, Celia, warned her that it was the beginning of the traditional "ghosting". Malú was so disillusioned. She hadn't taken Aaron for that kind of man. He seemed sincere.

They're always sincere, Celia had said aith a roll of her eyes.

On Tuesday, Malú tried her best to forget Aaron altogether. Clearly, he was not interested anymore and so she should move on. She didn't need the bracelet anyways. Celia promised her they would get new ones instead.

Celia also warned Malú to go ahead and erase Aaron's number as well.

If you keep it, it means you still think he's going to call.

If it was the other way around, Malú knew she would be telling Celia the sake thing. Tuesday night, she erased the number (after Celia practically held a gun to her head, but it was erased). She also forced Malú to block the number before, just in case.

Needless to say, there was no way she could communicate with him again. She had no idea where Aaron lived, worked or — and this really made her feel so stupid — even knew his full name!

"Good," Celia had said then, "It'll make it easier to forget him. A total stranger. There's tons of them out there."

Malú thought very differently but she didn't say anything. Instead, she focused on not feeling as glum as she did.

~0~

Thursday, Aaron was beginning to lose it. The case lasted much longer than he thought it would and it didn't even finish the right way. The unsub got away but not without making a promise to the team that he would be back for all of them. Great.

Aaron tried texting Malú several times with no response. He switched to calls but the same thing happened. No doubt, Malú had grown tired of waiting for him and was now dodging his calls. A perfectly rationale response, but not the one that Aaron had wanted.

"Find her," Rossi had suggested the idea like it was the most logical thing in the world.

"I don't know where she lives," Aaron reminded him, keeping his voice hushed despite being in his office with the door shut.

Rossi looked at him like he was genuinely stupid. "Gee, it's too damn bad that you have no way of finding out someone's address — oh wait…" He made a gesture towards the bullpen out the window.

Aaron shook his head. He was not bringing anyone in the team into this. Malú was his secret and he liked things the way they were. But then again…there would be no secret if there was no more Malú. There had to be some middle ground somewhere.

And Rossi found it.

Friday night, just before she left, Rossi caught Penelope at the elevator.

"I thought we were done with the case," Penelope led the way into her office.

"We are. This is for another case," Rossi explained. "And I need an address."

"Oh, do you mean that other guy?" Penelope swallowed hard. She hated unsubs to begin with but even more the unsubs who managed to slip away. "You think this is an accomplice?"

"Just give me the address, alright? And don't tell anyone else. This is on a strict need-to-know basis, got it?"

"Yes, sir," Penelope nodded firmly and asked for the name she was going to he searching for.

Malú Ayala.

Penelope found her in a snap. "She's local! What are the odds?"

Rossi merely nodded and asked for Penelope to send the address to him and Hotch — covering the basis.

Aaron got the message instantaneously. He gripped his phone in his hand amd stared at the address in bed that night. He couldn't decide how best to proceed. He liked Malú, he really did, and it was so strange knowing all he had was a half hour with her.

The things they talked about were ridiculous, now that he looked back on it. He was pretty sure he had asked her what she thought of the weather that day. At least asking for her favorite drink was a bit less embarrassing. But that was the point. Such mundane things and yet it just made him grow fonder of Malú. Even disastrous as she claimed to be, Aaron couldn't think of anything else she should be. He needed more time with her. A half hour, an hour, etc.

~0~

Sunday morning he was free. Jack had a play date and the BAU was off. It was perfect. He just had to be fast before any one of those things changed.

He found the address easily and went up to the right apartment. One knock, two knocks, three knocks, four—

"Alright, I get it!" Malú snapped when she flung the door open. "Oh…" She blinked at the sight of Aaron. "How on earth did you find me?"

Aaron went straight to business. "Can I talk to you please?"

"Mm, I'm not sure I can…"

"Why not?"

"I promised my best friend I wouldn't. You left me hanging for a week," Malú frowned. "Celia made a point. You were ghosting me."

"No, no, I wasn't," Aaron promised her that it wasn't like that. "It was my job — it always does this."

"Really?" Malú raised an eyebrow at him.

Aaron sighed. "Malú, something important about me is that I don't like people who waste my time and as a courtesy, I don't waste someone else's time either. I don't want to waste your time. Please, can I explain what happened?"

Malú leaned rested her cheek against the wooden door, drumming her fingers up and down. "Fine…but only because I want to know what happened." And she really missed him, however ridiculous that sounded.

"Thank you." Aaron walked into the apartment and turned to her. Malú then gestured him towards the couch where they could sit together and talk.

"Okay, so what is it?" Malú asked, trying her best to sound as disinterested as possible. "Lost phone? No battery?"

"It's my job," Aaron reiterated like he had from the start. Malú would give him points for at least being consistent. "I work for the FBI. I'm the Unit Chief for the Behavioral Analysis Unit. A huge detail about this job is that I'm on standby a lot of the time, if not most of the time. I have to travel nationally, for days, sometimes longer. And it's terrible but it is what it is and I can't change it. I love my job. I do. That Saturday, I was still in Wisconsin and I didn't get back until Monday night. It was a hard case and I didn't even get to close it."

"You seriously work for the FBI?" Malú blinked a couple times, dumbfounded. Of all the things he could have said…

Aaron nodded. "Yes."

"For how long?"

"Too many years to count."

"Woah…" Malú slowly pushed herself up from the couch, still mighty shocked.

"Are you alright?" Aaron watched her intently. "Was it too much?"

"N-no, I, um…" Malú swallowed hard, "I'm beginning to think maybe this isn't a good idea."

"What? Why not?" Aaron nearly frowned.

"Because you're — you're FBI. I don't think…I don't think I'm what you're looking for," Malú said, bringing her hands to her chest, "I work for a school district. You…you want more."

"More?" Aaron smiled lightly.

"You know, someone more up on your level?" Malú took a seat on the couch again, facing him. "Thanks for explaining things to me. I believe you. You should go, though."

"Not if it's because you think I want something more out of someone," Aaron said, "I've been trying to get ahold of you for a reason. I'm just sorry that this is what I have to offer."

Malú couldn't decide what to do. He seemed sincere, but what if in the long run he grew tired of her?

"I'm not sure, Aaron," she admitted, "Maybe…maybe we should just slow down here. I'm going back to school, actually, and if your schedule is as hectic as you say it is, maybe going on a date isn't what we need right now."

"Malú, I don't want to waste your time, so I'm telling you everything right now, the way it is. You can take your time to think about things but I'm not leaving until you have no doubt about what I want."

Malú discovered how intense of a look Aaron could have. She found herself nodding, feeling like she was transfixed by him. And so goes Celia's words…

"You work for a school district?"

"Yeah," Malú nodded. "And you for the FBI?"

"Yes," Aaron nodded, "And I also have a son."

"Oh." Malú's eyes widened.

Aaron expected that reaction. Perfectly normal. "I would rather you know that now. Cards on the table."

Malú respected him more for that. "Okay. You…have a son. What about the mother? Is she still in the picture?"

Aaron lowered his head. That was a gateway question and he had no idea how she would react. "No…she, um, passed away a couple years ago."

"Okay…" Malú felt a twinge of guilt for asking. "I'm sorry about that. Aaron, you don't have to give me your whole life story. I'm not heartless. Your job is heavy, and you travel. I got it. You don't need to tell me everything about yourself, okay? You're not in trouble…anymore…"

Aaron cracked half of a smile at her, prompting Malú to do the same thing. "I like hearing that," Aaron admitted, "Is there any chance you would reconsider rescheduling our dinner?"

Malú's shoulders rose together, clearly unsure of the answer. She thought it was sweet of him to come all the way here to tell her everything about him so that she could make a conscious decision. He was right. He was laying out the cards on the table for her to see them clearly.

He was straightforward, and she admired him for it. He wasn't here to waste her time, just like he said.

"Is…there a chance you might cancel that too?" She asked as a final test.

Aaron ultimately nodded at her. "Perhaps, yes," he answered honestly.

Malú grew more fond of him at that moment. You totally want to date him. Yes, she did but she also wanted to stick to what she had said first and keep things slow because she wasn't sure if she could handle this kind of situation.

He was predisposed to canceling dates, outings or just any plans in general because of his job. He was on standby and she had never been with anyone in that situation.

"I don't want to waste your time either," she said quietly, letting her shoulders fall slowly, "So how about a middle ground for now."

"What are you thinking?" Aaron asked, curious of her idea. It wasn't a definite 'no' and he could work with that.

"Let's not do dates right now. Let's…let's just see each other when we can," Malú said, sighing, "Because I don't know if I can handle losing dates left to right. I just don't know, I'm sorry. You can totally walk out right now and not feel guilty about it. I know it's stupid, like I'm dragging you down an uncertain road…I told you that you might want more out of a person based on your job."

"None of that is true," Aaron said calmly, looking at Malú with a genuine smile, "A job does not define the person you are, and trust me my job is very much about defining things. I accept your offer. I think it's a good idea because I wouldn't want either of us to lose time."

"Are you sure?" Malú had to ask twice before she could begin to believe it.

Aaron nodded. "It's not the first time. I've had relationships end because of the crazy schedule. My job is high maintenance and I understand that it's not for everyone. I wouldn't want to put you in that kind of situation if you don't want it."

"Okay then…" Malú bit her bottom lip, "Well, if you have the time right now…wanna have some breakfast? I was sort of eating before you got here."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that…" Aaron grew confused when he checked his watch and saw it was well past noon. When he met Malú's gaze again, she was smiling bashfully.

"I like to sleep in a lot," she confessed, causing a laugh between them, "I'm not a morning person at all."

"But you said you worked at a school district? Those jobs usually start early don't they?"

Malú let out a heavy sigh, confirming the answer. Aaron smiled more.

"Got it," he nodded.

"So…breakfast?" Malú asked again.

Aaron agreed. "Breakfast."

And that morning, they had a nice breakfast together with a deeper conversation about Aaron's high maintenance job that would keep him away for days. Malú wanted to know exactly what she should expect in the future.

~0~

A month passed by and while nothing explicitly changed between them, both Malú and Aaron didn't want to let the other go. It was their individual secret from each other, never knowing that each one felt the same thing.

There were no dates, not officially anyways. There were casual outings whenever Aaron returned from a case. Malú learned to measure the typical time between cases, though sometimes there were back-to-back cases that kept them apart for weeks. Those were the harder times, especially when she was at school as well.

Aaron, in turn, learned Malú's schedule very early on. She worked from seven to three at the school district and on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays, she went to school in the afternoon. Malú wanted to become a school psychologist. It was her absolute dream and that dream tended to have some downsides for them both.

For one, sometimes when Aaron was free, Malú was not. She was buried in schoolwork. She was cramming for exams or doing projects. Sometimes, she was just too exhausted from school to do anything. Aaron understood her and tended to leave her to rest. What he wanted to do was make her comfortable but that…that would involve certain liberties that he did not have.

They danced around the fine lines of friendship and an actual relationship. Sometimes, there was a hug that lasted longer than it should have. Other times there were kisses on the cheeks that were a bit too close to each other's mouths. The hand holding was one of the harder ones. What kind of hand holding was reserved for friends and which one was for a relationship? Neither one knew. Fingers brushed against each other's hands when they handed each other things, when they cooked together, or when they walked alongside each other. It was hard being with each other but it would be even harder not to be with each other. That was the silent agreement between them. Both preferred to leave things as they were rather than lose it all.

Sometimes, sometimes they would slip. Neither one complained about it.

One special morning, Malú woke up with a missed call and a text message from Aaron. She nearly fell out of bed when she read the message.

I think I'll be free for a bit this morning. Any chance you don't have plans this hour?

Malú couldn't text back fast enough. She jumped out of bed and went straight to her closet to pick out the best clothes she had. It was a special day indeed and it was even more special now that she got to spend a small part of the day with him. She had to be fast to get to him before the opportunity slipped away.

It was ironic that she got to the coffee shop before him. She didn't mind; she checked her phone just to make sure a case hadn't come up all of a sudden to pull him away. It had not.

She heard her name and, like a child, flipped her head back with a wide grin on her face as Aaron approached her table. Yeah, she felt like an absolute giddy kid.

"Hi!" She stood up from her seat to greet him. A hug and a kiss on the cheek was always a must, even if it was a terrible taunting crumb of touch between them. She would take it. Aaron would too.

"You look beautiful," he remarked, gazing at her and her soft purple dress she wore. The clothes, the makeup, the neat and prim hair — she was heavenly. "Happy birthday."

Malú grin widened more if it was even possible. "Thank you."

They sat down together and ordered something light and quick — they didn't know how long they had today.

Without a hint of a word or anything leading towards it, Aaron took out a small black box from one of his inside pockets and placed it on the table between them.

Malú's eyes widened at the gesture. "Oh…you didn't…you didn't have to get me anything."

The present was getting to see him today at all. She was convinced that with her luck, he would have had a case early on today so the most she would get was a phone call wishing her happy birthday. Getting to see him in person, have breakfast together was the best present she could have gotten.

You're way too deep in. It was a thought that regularly came to her, one that she couldn't deny anymore.

"It's tradition you give a present to someone on their birthday," Aaron said casually, sliding the box towards Malú, "And I think you're going to like it."

"Is that a fact from your profiling skills?" Malú smirked. "Or are you just that confident in your present-buying skills?"

"Can it be both?" Aaron asked swiftly, making Malú laugh.

"With you, I suppose." Malú reached for the box, already feeling her face flushing under Aaron's constant stare. She just couldn't grow used to his intensity.

She heard the click of the box when she opened the lid. Inside, she found a silver bracelet with a bright jade gem at the center. Looking closer at it, there were smaller jade beads adorning the chain, each one sparkling under the light of the shop.

"Curse you and your profiling skills and confidence," Malú mumbled under her breath, but Aaron still heard her perfectly.

He smiled, perhaps smug, but who knew. All he knew right now is that Malú loved her gift and that's all that mattered.

"Thank you for this. I love it," Malú said softly. "Where'd you get it from?"

"During a case a couple weeks back," Aaron replied, "You said jade was your favorite color."

"Yeah, in passing," Malú said with an embarrassed laugh to follow. In truth, she was touched with the gift. If he had bought the bracelet a while ago then it meant he saw them still being in each other's lives now.

"Can I put it on you?" Aaron motioned to the bracelet. Malú could nod faster. She chuckled and handed him the bracelet then held her wrist out to him.

He brought the bracelet around her wrist, subtly taking note of her warm skin. She couldn't stop staring at him no matter how much she tried (although she didn't try that hard). Her face grew warmer the more seconds passed with his soft fingers brushing over her skin. What she would give to have those hands touch other parts of her.

Aaron snapped the bracelet hooks together and pulled his hand off Malú's wrist. "What do you think?"

Malú immediately smiled. "I love it, Aaron. Thank you." She leaned over the table and kissed his cheek. She couldn't, and didn't, ignore the warmth on her face. "But you really didn't have to give me anything. Having breakfast with you is enough."

Her words brought a smile out of Aaron, along with a similar warmth. He would say the same thing to Malú if roles were reversed. Time wasn't a luxury for them so they learned quickly how to value it. Still, he would gladly buy her gifts if it meant getting to see her smile as much as she was right now.

Later on, they were walking down the street hand in hand, neither one commenting about the fact. They talked about what Malú's day was going to look like. She knew her best friend was planning a party for her tonight. That was something to look forward to, especially when she knew it would most likely be just her going.

Sometimes, Malú regretted the grounds she had set with Aaron.

They both knew what was happening when Aaron felt the buzz of his phone in his pocket. Malú silently sighed and watched him take out the phone to read whatever message was waiting for him.

Aaron didn't even have to explain it. He lowered the phone and looked over at Malú, apologizing.

Malú put on her best smile for him, just like she always did when it happened. "The present was getting to see you today," she assured him.

"I'm still sorry," Aaron reiterated while he put his phone away. "I wish—"

"I know—"

"I really wish I could—"

"Aaron," Malú wrapped an arm around his, forcing him to stop and look at her, "I know," she reassured him. "It means a lot that you want to spend today with me, trust me. I get it. You have other things to do, other responsibilities."

Aaron nodded slowly. He met her gaze with his own, taking her in for a new memory he would take with him and use when the case inevitably got dark. He found he did that a lot lately.

Malú smiled warmly at him. "Thank you for all this." She slid a hand over his cheek and leaned up to kiss him on his other cheek.

Aaron turned a bit quicker when she drew back. Her lips briefly met the corner of his and if it wasn't for time running out again, perhaps one of them would have acted on it. It was a moment that neither one would forget for a while.

~0~

The months to come were getting harder and yet somehow lovelier too. It was harder in that each time their schedules conflicted with each other's, the pain it brought grew stronger. They ached for each other, whether they were simple miles apart or states apart.

And it was lovelier in that even though they saw each other for brief moments, they still grew closer. Walls were beginning to dwindle.

Aaron started telling Malú more about his son. He found it was getting easier talking to Malú about Jack, about their lives and what he felt at times. He knew his personality was usually closed-off and so far Malú didn't seem to mind it. He wanted her to know that he was trying to change that.

Malú loved seeing him try. It warmed her heart. And she loved learning more about little Jack. He sounded like an adorable little boy. When it was Jack's birthday, she gave Aaron a gift for him.

You don't have to tell him it's from me, she clarified when she handed the gift over to Aaron. I just thought it was a cute book to read at bedtime.

Aaron ultimately decided to tell Jack who had really given him his new book — which turned out to be a series of children's bedtime stories. It was the shortened version, of course.

A friend of dad's works at a school district so she knows all the best books.

Jack had loved the present and now required that at least one of the stories be read to him each night. Seeing his son love something so small from Malú made Aaron consider the idea that the rules of their 'relationship' (which wasn't really much of a relationship) had finally expired.

One morning, he woke up with all the intentions of facing Malú and telling her exactly what he felt. Unfortunately, that same morning the BAU had an urgent case.

Still, he left a voicemail asking Malú to call him back. He intended on making his feelings known no matter what. She just didn't call that morning. The case was local which gave a lot of opportunities to keep calling and leaving messages. Part of him began to worry, drawing his attention away from the case until something sparked and fueled that concern.

"Hotch!" Morgan called twice before Aaron finally placed his attention on the case.

"What was that?" Aaron straightened in his seat. The others who sat around the conference table watched him curiously. It wasn't like him to space out.

"We got a call," Morgan repeated just as Penelope hurried into the room.

"Alert! Alert!" The blonde exclaimed. "We got an incoming message and you guys are going to want to see this!" She quickly set her computer up with the screens in the room so the others could see.

A series of video feeds started popping up on the screen, all of different yet very familiar people. Everyone was stunned and very soon began to feel dread creeping up on them.

"That's Will and Henry," JJ scowled, rising from her seat. Her husband and son were playing soccer in their front yard.

Aaron froze as well when he saw his own son on one of the screens. Jack was walking with his aunt to school.

"The unsub is following people we know," Spencer remarked, eyes flickering from one screen to the next. "Across states." Because he then saw his own mother on one of the screens.

"We need to set security details on friends and family," Rossi said, glancing at Aaron for his input.

Aaron was still watching the screens. Already he felt the ire washing over him knowing this unsub had been watching his son. But then his attention was drawn to another screen thanks to Spencer pointing out that amongst their friends and family, there was one woman none of them recognized.

"I want the security detail to bring everyone here," Aaron gave the order.

"Here?" Penelope looked at him with widened eyes. "Everyone?"

"Local ones," Aaron clarified, "We'll alert the respective precincts for Reid's and Morgan's families but everyone else needs to be here. Now." He stood up from his chair and grabbed his phone out of his pocket as he stormed out of the room. He couldn't dial any faster.

'Hi! It's Malú! Leave your message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!'

Aaron could only control his breathing so much when he died twice and Malú still wouldn't answer. "Malú, please call me as soon as you get this," he left his voicemail in a rush. If he had any luck, even just a sliver of it, Malú would be able to pick up her phone and tell him that she was alright.

~0~

There was chaos as each family member was brought into the building. Unanswered questions, fear and of course the sweet blissful innocence of the children who had no idea why they were being brought into their parents' work.

"It's just for a couple hours, buddy, okay?" Aaron promised his son in the solitude of his office.

"But what's happening?" Jack insisted on the proper answer. "I thought I was going to school."

"You will, tomorrow," Aaron nodded, "You get to take a break today."

"In here?" Jack looked around the office curiously. "Can I play on your desk?"

Aaron smiled lightly. "Sure, just don't write on any of my papers, okay?"

Jack grinned. "Deal!" He even shook hands on it then hopped off the couch and dashed for his father's desk.

Aaron breathed a little easier knowing Jack was alright and completely unaware of the danger he'd been in. He rose from the couch and walked over to the windows giving a perfect view of the bullpen. He saw the other families with the team, each one trying to get some answers. He was glad to see everyone was alright but his mind hadn't stopped wondering about—

Two officers walked in through the bullpen doors leading a dark haired woman inside.

Aaron rushed out but not before posting an agent in front of his office to keep an eye on Jack. He then hurried down the small steps leading to the bullpen.

Malú saw him seconds before he reached her. "Aaron, what's going on?" she whispered to him, her eyes seeming permanently wide.

Aaron couldn't help it. He hugged her first, startling Malú and the rest of his team who'd begun to watch them curiously. "You weren't answering your phone," Aaron spoke beside Malú's ear.

"Yeah, I was in a long meeting today at the district," Malú explained, pulling away from him. "What's going on? These officers just showed up at my job telling me I had to come to the FBI? Why am I in the FBI right now?"

Aaron thanked the officers and pulled Malú with him towards the first empty office he came across, which so happened to be Rossi's. He shut the door and pulled the blinds down. "It's a situation that we are handling."

"Situation?" Malú raised an eyebrow at him.

Aaron nodded. "Yes, my team and I stumbled across an uunsub — a murderer who's taken it personal against us. He's been…" He knew this was going to be hard. "Uh, he's been watching my team's friends and family, including mine."

"Oh…" Malú started blinking rapidly, her mind going in the same pace. "L-like…l-like me?"

"Yes, like you," Aaron nodded once again, "I don't know how long it's been going on but I promise you that I'm going to make it stop. You just have to stay here in the meantime, okay?"

"What—"

"You'll be safe here," Aaron promised her. He walked up to Malú, cupping her face gently. "Just promise me that you'll stay here until I come back."

"Wh-where are you going to go?" Malú asked, already frightened. It was ironic that this is what had frightened her — the fact that Aaron was about to go into the unknown and not the fact that some stranger had been watching her.

"To go catch this guy," Aaron said, "So promise me that you'll stay here."

"Okay, yeah," Malú nodded fervently, "Whatever you need. I'm not going to make it harder. But you promise me something right now."

"Anything."

"You gotta promise me that you're going to be careful. I know you're like mister big shot around these parts but you still have a son to look after, right?"

Aaron smiled lightly. "Yeah, I know. He's here too. Everyone's families are. So…stay, alright?"

Malú reassured him that she would listen. Aaron still cupped her face and for a moment, it seemed like he would lean over. Malú would have welcomed it. A knock interrupted them, however. Aaron had just let Malú go when Rossi opened the door.

"We may have something," he informed Aaron, indicating it was time to go.

Aaron begrudgingly walked away from Malú, stopping at the doorway to look back at her. Malú encouraged him to go, promising again that she wasn't going to leave until he returned.

~ 0 ~

Spending your time in the BAU when you weren't an agent was actually very boring. Malú found that out quickly. She was free to go into the bullpen, into the conference room and virtually any room that was within the BAU's floor…but none of it was very interesting. She was bored out of her mind and that was a horrible thing to think of knowing the situation was terrible.

She came across a blonde woman who was dressed pretty brightly for a BAU agent. She quickly introduced herself as Penelope Garcia, who was a technical analyst.

"Is everything going on okay with, um, the team?" Malú asked nervously.

Penelope nodded at her. "Yeah, um, they're okay. You…you're…you're Hotch's friend, right?" She remembered Malú's name coming up in another investigation but now she suspected it had been more of a personal search.

"Uh, yeah, a friend, yeah…" Malú pursed her lips together, "Um, I don't mean to be rude but…is there somewhere I can…"

Penelope understood Malú perfectly. She herself didn't like the gray walls of the BAU. "You know, Jack's here too."

Malú remembered that detail as well and instinctively looked around. Penelope took that as a sign to bring Malú over. Malú didn't have the opportunity to admit that she had never even met the boy when Penelope brought her into the office.

"Hey Jack," Penelope greeted the boy when she strode into the office. "I brought you some coloring sheets and, guess what?"

"What?" Jack happily took the papers from Penelope's hands.

"One of your dad's friends is here to see you," Penelope said with a wide grin on her face.

Malú was cautiously standing by the doorway, watching the exchange silently. Already she could see some of the resemblance between Aaron and his son.

Penelope glanced back at Malú and motioned her to come in. "Maybe I can get you guys something to drink, and the bad stuff we have around here. Yuck!" She shuddered and Jack chuckled.

Malú managed a smile too. She liked Penelope indeed.

"I'll be back!" Penelope promised and hurried out of the office.

Jack then looked at Malú with the curious eyes that only a child could have. "Hi, I'm Jack. Are you friends with my dad?"

Malú nodded and walked a few steps in. "My name is Malú."

"Oh! You gave me a book for my birthday!"

Malú's eyebrows raised. "You know about that?"

"Yeah, my daddy told me that you work at a school so you know the best books in the stores!"

Malú chuckled. "He said that?"

"Aha! And guess what? I have that book in my backpack. It was share day at school today…" Jack hopped off the chair and hurried to the backpack beside the couch.

"I'm sorry about that," Malú said, deciding to walk over to the couch, "Maybe you can share it another time."

Jack shrugged and pulled the book out of his backpack. "Do you want to read with me? I'm practicing."

Malú smiled at the boy. "I would like that, yeah." She took a seat with him on the couch. "Do you practice at home too? You know that's very important."

"Yeah, my daddy says the same thing too," Jack nodded, "I read every day for 20 minutes. They time it. I can't tell time yet."

Malú laughed softly. "Right. Well, do you have a favorite story so far?"

"All of them," Jack said with a sheepish smile, "I love my book. Thank you for buying it for me."

Malú started laughing when Jack hugged her out of the blue. She gasped then, slowly, hugged him back. Everything she had heard about Jack from Aaron had made her grow fond of the boy but this small moment made her love him. She would gladly read to him all day if he wanted.

~ 0 ~

It was late in the evening when Jack had fallen asleep. He rested on Malú's lap. Penelope had come in several times to check in on them and offered Malú a blanket so she could rest as well, but Malú preferred that Jack get a blanket instead. She wouldn't be able to sleep until she knew that Aaron was alright.

And the hours become agonizingly long when she heard no news about the team. All she had was her mind and her dark thoughts. She became restless, so much that in the end she had to slip away from Jack before she accidentally woke him up. She made sure he was comfortable on the couch and that the blanket covered him up well then proceeded to pace back and forth. Her legs would be sore for sure.

Malú heard commotion out in the bullpen and felt her heart hammer within seconds. There were so many things that could have gone wrong and they were all coming to her.

What if something happened to the team? What if Aaron got hurt? What if he got hurt and he wasn't coming back? She would never see him again. All that time, however little it always tended to be, would vanish.

Malú gulped. Had she screwed up? She was the one who told Aaron they couldn't be anything except friends. For all she knew, that had been it. There was nothing else to come and that…that hurt so much. She felt tears welling in her eyes.

"Oh my God," she barely stifled her sob. She couldn't take it and dashed towards the door. At the same time, the door opened. Malú almost bumped into Aaron himself.

He looked at her with wide eyes, a disheveled appearance that only led Malú to wonder what he had to have faced before this.

"It's okay, you're safe now," he told her. "You're—"

Malú crashed into him with a hug. "Thank God! I was beginning to think the worst!" She clung to him perhaps in the most uncomfortable way but neither one minded.

Aaron held her tightly as well. He was relieved knowing she would go home safely tonight. "You're okay. I promise you'll be okay now. He's gone."

Malú looked up at him, her eyes still teary. "You? How about you? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"No, no, I'm okay. I'm good, I promise," Aaron said, cupping her face. "You're free to go now. There's agents ready to take you home."

"Just like that?" Malú blurted, unable to stop the hurt that came with the implications of his supposed alleviating news.

Aaron grew confused. "That's…that's what you wanted, no? What we both wanted?"

Malú swallowed hard. That made sense, but it was no longer the only thing she wanted. "I spent the whole day with your son," she said, stepping back and gesturing towards Jack sleeping on the couch. "He is perfect…like his father." Aaron managed to smile a bit. "You told him about me. You never mentioned that."

Aaron nodded silently. "I didn't want you to feel like you had to meet him. I understand what you want and why. I would never want you to feel like you had to do something out of politeness."

Malú looked at him with soft eyes. "I would love to spend time with you and Jack." She slid her hands over his cheeks and brought him to her lips for a kiss.

After the day he had, Aaron had the quick sense to respond. He'd imagined the moment so many times before and Malú was the one who initiated it? It was even better.

Malú pulled away first and only because she remembered they were not alone, despite the third littlest member being fast asleep. "Go home with your son," she whispered to him.

"What?" Aaron's first thought was that Malú had changed her mind or this had just been a bittersweet way to say goodbye. Already he looked helpless.

Malú smiled at him again, caressing the sides of his face. "He missed his dad all day. He should wake up knowing that you're both at home. But come see me right after, okay?"

The way Aaron looked at Malú was asking her if she was serious. Malú laughed quietly, not wanting to wake Jack up.

"Things can't stay the same anymore," Malú admitted, sighing, "I know what I said before but I…I went insane not not knowing if you were coming back. I felt even worse knowing how much time we wasted. I-I know that it's not when I say things can change but if you're open to discussing it again…"

Aaron grabbed her head and kissed her again. They lingered over each other's lips for a moment.

"And just so we're clear, it's anything you want," Aaron said, earning a small chuckle. "I have no problem following you."

Malú flushed. "Then we can continue this tomorrow. And just so we're clear, the rule is that from now on, you have to kiss me every time we're together. If Time isn't a luxury, then we'll have to take advantage of it."

Aaron nodded on the spot. "I can live with that arrangement." He kissed her again then brought her into a hug.

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Wifey comes home today and the dogs don't know it so they officially hit peak wretched baby behavior yesterday and have slumped into depressed baby behavior today. I do have work today but it's my short day so I'm thinking after I'm done with work and before I head to the airport with doggos to pick up wifey, I'll wash dishes and dogs.

That way wifey doesn't feel like the house is exactly as she left it you know? I definitely know it's not in worse shape I was very careful to always clean up my presence, but I want her to not have to clean up things that were here a week ago when she left either cuz that sucks and just because I was busy and had a hard time getting around to them shouldn't make them her problem. Most things like that aren't a big deal, or are things we specifically planned for (e.g. she emptied the litterbox right before she left and it's self cleaning so it only needs to be done once a week) but the dishes were a fluke that snuck by us in the last couple days before she left and then I literally never once had the spoons to get to them (heh) while Wifey was gone. Which I expected! I kinda figured that I would either do them all on Friday or maybe if I was very lucky do 1 round a dayon the others. So at least I'm on schedule lol.

Anyway, I did also clean the tub this week, and pick up the laundry in the bathroom, so I figure I might also do a quick wipe down in bathroom (sink, toilet, tub, sweep floors, take out trask) since it usually only takes 15 minutes and would make the whole room look really nice at this point. That plus shiny dishes and dogs is bound to make wifey happy coming home.

Anyway, my morning plans are as follows:

throw chili in the crock pot for dinner tonight

maintenance clean of bathroom

first round of dishes

take out the bedroom and bathroom trashes

refill pet water fountains

Extra Credit: unpack the monthly grocery grocery delivery and confirm their allergen listings

So far I'm over 100% on my tasks today and feeling great about it!

In the next hour I've got some work tasks to do, a little documentation stuff to prep for the day basically, and then it's off the the races for my short day with clients, my one on one, and then me getting the dogs ready for the evening!

Managed to finish all of my work prep stuff even the thing I was sure I wouldn't manage! So yay to that! We're still at "all essential AND all extra credit tasks completed" for each phase of my day so far, though obviously I'm not gonna elaborate on the work stuff for privacy reasons.

Feeling good about the day, feeling good about my ability to get shit down now that I've been back on my meds for a week, feeling pretty good overall! I do think I might be headed for a no show today but I'm fine with that because it'll just give me an extra 45 min for dishes and one less note to write before I switch over to household tasks this afternoon.

I am contemplating doing an extra credit task of throwing on new sheets and remaking the bed fresh and clean for wifey since Jaxxine crunched her yams all over this one all week on top of chewing on the fitted sheet like a pacifier to calm herself lol. But we'll see how that goes.

I've managed to get both blankets into the wash, and the quilt is already in the dryer, so I figure I'm definitely remaking the bed now. I'm most of the way through the tough jobs and then all that's left is the easy or fun ones. I do have to leave in about 3 hours tho, so I'm definitely running low on time. Gotta prioritize a bit and wittle down my remaining tasks. Dinner's all set but for some rice if we decide to make it. I may just empty the dish rack and not worry about washing a 3rd load unless I finish everything else in time. Jaxx definitely needs a bath next, then the tub a wipe down, the pets fed, and me a shower. At that point we're likely to be ok the edge of time so I'm thinking remake the bed and then kitty fun den and then prep the dogs for our trip.

After work plans are as follows:

2-3 more rounds of dishes 1 more round of dishes

bathe the lassie (START WITH THE LAD)

Feed the dogs dinner

bathe self

wipe down tub

build kitty fun den with dinner and treats

pick up wifey from her trip

Extra Credit: wash the blankets dry the blankets

Extra Credit: remake the bed with fresh sheets and blankets

[orangeispice]

“Tiger, I’ve gotta level with you here. I have never met a single person who has luck worse than you do. Unless we're counting Matt Murdock,” groused MJ, voice filtering through the dented speaker of Peter’s burner phone.

Peter hated that she could sound make that sentence simultaneously sound condescending and sensual.

“My luck isn’t that bad. Hey, I landed you, didn’t I?” he tried weakly, attempting to deflect both the conversation and Hydro-Man’s vengeful jets of water.

“Peter, are you… are you underwater right now?”

“What? No, I’m at the supermarket. Getting food.”

“Mmm. Let me guess, you’re rushing to the garden aisle to get the limited-time offer for scorpion repellent. Octopus cages? Rubber gloves?”

“Tide pods, more like,” grunted Peter as he motioned for Iceman to attack Bench from behind.

There was a beat of silence while Mary Jane puzzled over his statement. “…Was that a Hydro-Man joke?”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about, I was just picking up some laundry detergent,” he lied, as the authorities carted away the now-frozen villain, giving Bobby a salute before he swung off.

“Alright, drama queen.”

“Says the one in Hollywood starring in a biopic about her boyfriend’s nemesis. Unrelated question, but what are you wearing right now?” he asked, pulling his clothes over his damp outfit.

“Artfully arranged scraps of lace. You?”

“I am shirtless. Wearing the tightest leather pants you can imagine,” he whispered in his best sultry voice, as he attempted to balance his groceries with one arm and searched for his keys with the other. “Also, I’m soaking wet. Remember that time I showed up on your doorstep after that storm last year? Shirtless, soaking wet and shivering—”

MJ giggled. “As much as I’d like to see where this is heading, I’ve got dinner reservations with the rest of the cast in an hour, and I need to get dressed.”

“Ugh, I miss you so much.”

“Never change, tiger. Love you a million.”

“Love you too, honey. See you in the funny pages,” he added, drawing another laugh out of MJ before he reluctantly hung up the phone.

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[fireintheflames]

An IRL Update!

It’s been a little over a month since the last time I did one of these, but hey! Better now than never! This is going to be long and tangent heavy, so feel free to keep scrolling.

Today’s Topic: Positive vibes, and some venting about the struggles of Sisyphus

Start with the good! Garden is all planted, and so far exactly 2 of the about 50 plants have not made it (an anemone got too dried out before I got in in the ground and squirrels ate one of my petunias)! I’ve been using watering it through this drought as my main “break” from work (for those of you not familiar with the Midwest, we are having a very dry spell here. We still have lots of ground water from the really wet April, so just need to be smart with water usage rather than stopping completely! I water manually with a can, and then soaker hose around the trees.). I work a remote, heavily screen focused analyst job, so getting out and seeing the plants grow has been very nice! Today I picked the first of our low bush blueberries, and they tasted like success. (Highly recommend lowbushes if you have pines, they like the acid and grow naturally in sandy pine forests! They also only get a few feet tall, so they work great in gardens. Plus tiny blueberries!)

We’ve been having action packed weekends, doing some traveling and going to events! Midland does a huge art festival downtown in June, I save up all year to buy way too many mugs! Also picked up some copper and bronze wall art to help liven up the place. It’s fun talking with the artists, a lot of them do demos and such as well! the arts center has a booth, good chance i will be taking more classes with them in the fall! Been to a few pinball tournaments, I now have my official International Flipper Pinball Associating Ranking (#22657th; I’m not very good at pinball). I had a hankering for losing some money and went to the big Round 1 in Detroit to play the crane games, discovered a hidden talent for some of the timed drop games (won myself a Jolyne figure first try!). My lad is scary good at crane games, I think arcades should pay him to walk around with all the plushies he won for advertising purposes! he won me a big dinosaur, which now has a place of honor on the couch. Went to a minor league baseball game last night, which I found I really enjoyed. Gotta get grass seats and walk around between innings, it’s very relaxing! And July is already gonna be jam packed with concerts and family visits and camping, so gonna stay busy!

On to the Sisyphus. I feel I have been really struggling to keep up with just the day to day necessities of living. If I have a“task” to work on, I seem to struggle on the finishing the actual execution of it. For example, laundry, I have no issue throwing a load of laundry in now that I know how the damn washer works (it has a hideaway soap dish, and it is not labeled). I just seem to forget it’s there, and then I remember like 2 days later and have to redo it! Or I forget to clean out the lint trap on the drier. Things never get folded, when the pile on top of the drier gets too big I move it upstairs (when the pile upstairs gets too big, I despair instead). Or I do a bunch of dishes, and miss one in my office for a week. Or I put the food away from grocery shopping, and forget to put the bread in the freezer (we buy a local brand that doesn’t use preservatives and goes bad instantly. Makes great toast and sops up sauces like nobodies business though.).

It’s like nothing I do is ever quite right, and while I love my guy very much he is definitely “casually critical” person. Like, not mean, just points out things. (I don’t want to imply he isn’t helping. He does way more than I do around the house.) So not only do I keep messing up, I keep having someone I adore point out me messing up! Which makes me feel like if I can’t do it right anyway, I might as well not do it at all (which is neither healthy nor productive, this house is too much for either of us to stay on top of alone. 100 years old means a lot of problems). Like, while i was living on my own I wasn’t good at staying on top of any of these things then either, but at least I was the only one acknowledging it! And I was the only one affected by it, which doesn’t work anymore now that we live together. So it didn’t feel like the place was a monument to my failure at things I know I can do, whereas now it’s like “and here we see the pile of recycling that should have gone out last week! If you look left you will see the boxes left from the move we don’t have room for! Look upon my mugs, ye mighty, and despair!” I just don’t feel like I’m pulling my weight, or doing a good job when I try to. And if I buckle down and focus on one thing and do it “right”, I turn back and everything else has multiplied! As illustrated below:

It’s just really frustrating, because I know how to do things! I lived on my own for 3 years, I can cook and clean! It’s like somewhere along the way I just...lost how to stay on top of it. Like, it legitimately feels like I was better at these things when I was 15! I kept better house as a moody teen then I do as an adult!! I try to implement systems to make it easier, but the minute I get stressed they all just fall apart. The only one I have managed to maintain is keys go in the key bowl I have used literally for 5 years (I painted it at an event in college, it’s since chipped so I can’t use it for food. I also used to lose my keys a lot, until I realized I was just putting them on different tables every time and then throwing mail on top of them). And no food in the bedroom, because I lived that life before at the last place and it’s not great (snacks + blankets + phone = depression + ants). So if anyone has any suggestions for improving my ability to actually do basic fucking chores or at least feel less like shit for doing so, please share.

[tompettyreal]

the dream is over. back to all day live. gotta do laundry today. gotta buy cat food today. gotta drop the rent check off today. almost 2 thousdan of my hard earned buckaroos in the account of some guy who doesnt even live in this country. isnt it fucked? isnt this wrong? they are building more apartments in my town. shiny, new, modern architecture, bagel shop in the same building, an at&t shop next door. its so convenient to work where you live! its so convenient to live in tiny boxes. its so convenient to order groceries delivered right to your front door! god knows we dont have time to shop anymore. its so convenient to just pay the cleaning lady to clean up your mess after the holidays. do you wonder how her holidays went? do you wonder if she has a retirement fund? i wonder. guess what? no one lives in those apartments. they're too expensive. they keep building more. who is living in them? i don't see anyone. is my town getting gentrified? i dont live in a poor town. i thought this town was already fairly affluent. they are gentrifying it even more? is anywhere safe from this? is any place safe from the freezing reaches of unrestrained capitalism? did you know they changed the recipe for my favorite snacks? now theyre more expensive and taste worse. it's not a new phenomenon. this is the natural consequence of capitalism. every year the profits must rise. something has to give. is it the salaries of the big wigs? it cant possibly be that. it must be the quality of ingredients. it must be thinner packaging. it must be layoffs. it must be cutting benefits. you get new glasses once every two years now. remember when it was once a year? your copay is 50 now. remember when it was 20? isnt this wrong? isnt this cruel?