#haven't been able to get it out of my head all day

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ ｃｈｅｒｒｙ ♡

♡ Pairing: boyfriend!changbin x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Genre: smut/fluff

♡ Summary: Lately you and your boyfriend haven't seen much of each other. Conflicting schedules have kept you apart, making it difficult to sneak little moments in together, but one night when Changbin comes home to you sleeping in some especially sexy lingerie, he makes a decision that unintentionally results in you getting your time together...and loving every minute of it.

♡ Word Count: 2.5k-ish

♡ Warnings: male masturbation, masturbation while reader's sleeping, edging, a lil leg riding, a lil overstimulation, finger sucking, handjob, fingering, clit play, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, reader gets on top, squirting, super needy Changbin, reader's a lil bit of a brat, for sure a strength kink, pet names (baby).

♡ A/N: This fic is another request from my celebration of reaching 3.4k followers. I'm getting these out a bit slower than I wanted to but it's been really fun writing these so if you have a request please feel free to send one and I'll work on it as soon as I can. I'm also super hype getting a Binnie request because, I mean, look at the man. As always, I hope you like it, my loves.

It’d been Changbin’s idea to get it for you. The tiny red night dress with the delicate lace trim. With a plunging neckline and a slit running up the side, it’s the kind of thing a girl saves for Valentine’s Day. An anniversary even. But you? You chose a random Tuesday night. Why’d you have to choose a random Tuesday night?

When Changbin stumbled in late from the studio he knew you’d be fast asleep but what he couldn’t have predicted was how perfect you’d look lying face down in bed, the silk dress clinging tight to the contours of your body. For some ungodly reason you’d neglected to wear any panties, your ass peeking out just enough to make him hard before he could think to gain control over himself. 

Changing his clothes and hopping into bed, he tried everything he could to distract himself. Scrolling his phone, putting on a movie, lying in the dark and hoping to fall asleep. Nothing even came close to holding his attention long enough to stop his mind from running wild with all of the filthy things that dress made him want to do to you.

So here he is—lip tucked between his teeth, eyes glued to your body, a tight fist gliding up and down his throbbing cock. Cool summer air blows through the window, quieting the heat of his flush skin and kissing a tip so coated in arousal that it glistens in the moonlight. 

He tries to keep quiet, choking back moans each time one tries to claw its way out. But they only turn into desperate whimpers. He feels so pathetic…so needy. Needy for the warmth of your pussy hugging his cock the way his hand never could. Needy for those angelic sounds you make when you’re clenching around him, your juices soaking him from base to tip. He wants to see you all teary eyed, his name the last thing on your lips before you come so hard you see stars. 

His hand moves faster now, each flick of his wrist sloppier than the last. Thick veins slick with precum pulse along his length, the blood rushing to the head making it blush red. His head rocks back against the pillow, eyes screwed shut as he fucks into his hand. So far he’s been able to keep still, keeping all movement to a minimum to avoid waking you up, but the closer he edges towards his high the less he can hold back. He can’t help the way he trembles, sweat gathering at his brow as his thumb circles the rim, pushing him that much further. Just a few more pumps. Close. So close…

“Binnie, baby” you yawn, resting your cheek on his bare chest, “What ya doin?”

Your voice stops him mid stroke, his blood running cold at the realization that you’re awake. His lids pop open one at a time, meeting you with a gaze steeped in confusion. It’s cute how innocent he can manage to look in the midst of doing something like this.

“I was, uh, I was just…” he spits out, straining his mind to piece something together. 

Changbin holds his breath, waiting for you to say something. Anything. The truth is, you aren’t quite sure what to say. When you felt the bed moving a little more than usual you thought that maybe your boyfriend had been restless. All this work on his latest album has been keeping him up late and sometimes it takes everything to get him to go to sleep. This was the last thing you thought you’d roll over and find but you must admit that it’s quite the delicious sight. 

“You were just…” you hum, glancing down at the cock still throbbing in his fist. You pet his chest, manicured nails skating their way across taut muscle to slip below his waist. You lay your fingers over his, guiding his hand up and down in a slow, tortuous motion.

“Aah, fuck…” he moans, stomach tightening at the reintroduction of pleasure. 

You look back up at him, a sleepy grin dancing across your lips, “Let go, Binnie. Let me help you.”  

Your voice is floaty and sweet with a mischievous undertone that isn’t lost on him. He knows you’re up to something, he just doesn’t know what. All he knows is that his hand’s already moving away, your grip replacing his own with one that feels infinitely better.

Changbin’s warm to the touch, already twitching before you can even get a proper hold on him. You’re just barely awake, your body still breaking through the haze of sleep, but you feel that familiar sensation buzzing between your thighs. You’re getting wetter by the second, nipples pebbling beneath the silk as your palm glides along his shaft. 

It’s been said that when it comes to pleasure, no one knows you better than yourself but Changbin couldn’t disagree more. Masturbating could never replace what it’s like to have your pretty fingers struggling to keep themselves wrapped around the thickness of his cock. 

“S-sorry if I w-woke you up” he stutters, hips raising to chase your touch, “D-didn’t mean to.” 

“Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” you ask, draping a leg across his, “I could’ve helped.”

With your legs spread open there’s no denying how wet you are and the friction of his side against your core only serves to make it worse. It’s a subconscious thing, grinding your clit into him each time you stroke his cock. You don’t mean to do it but once you start you can’t stop. 

Changbin slips an arm beneath you, easing your dress up to palm your lush ass. He squeezes it hard, the supple flesh overflowing from between his fingers as he dips a single digit between your thighs, stroking your slit ever so lightly. “Didn’t wanna disturb you. I know you’re probably tired from work.”

You shake your head, arching to grant him better access, “Mmm, never too tired for you.”

He lifts his finger into your warmth, knuckles dripping with your juices as he rocks in and out of you. For a fleeting moment it knocks you off your game—your mind goes fuzzy and your hand falls out of rhythm—but you pick back up, only faster this time.

His free hand takes you by the neck, bringing you up to him for an intoxicatingly tender kiss. Your hushed moans spill onto his tongue and he pays for them with more of his own. They fill the space between your cheeks, flowing out into the room and melding with the gushy sound of your tight pussy devouring his finger. 

“So, mmph, fucking wet for me, baby” he whispers, teasing you with the tip of another finger, “Get on top. Wanna fill you up. Wanna…fuck…”

Changbin whines, his next words dying on his tongue when the pent up pressure from before threatens to spill over again. Your fingers are like magic, touching him in all the right places, making him unravel with even the faintest touch. And you can always tell when you have him. When you’re pushing him to the brink and he’s ready to fall apart for you. 

“Ooh, I think someone’s close…” you tease, skin slapping against skin as your hand taps against the sticky, wet arousal pooling at his base. 

Changbin can’t speak, language seems to escape him, so he nods eagerly. Frantically. Legs trembling. Jaw clenched. Your man looks hot on any regular old day but never more than when he’s about to come. It’s delicious. You can’t get enough of it. You’re insatiable. 

“Come for me, Binnie. Come for me and I’ll ride you all night if you want me to” you promise and his fingers slip out of you, his palm massaging the globe of your ass. His body jerks, the skin around his cock pulling tighter than it's been all night. Two more seconds and he’ll come all over your hand, painting your rose tinted acrylics in a milky white sheen. Two more seconds and he’ll finally taste what he’s been so desperately chasing. It’s too bad then that you stop after one. 

Snatching your hand away, you give your boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek, hopping up from the bed. “Need anything from the kitchen?” you ask, pretending that you don’t see him lying there deprived of release, his cock so hard it hurts. 

Changbin’s frozen in disbelief. It’s like a rocket that never launched. A rollercoaster with no drop. For the second time he was right there and for the second time there was nothing. The deprivation is agonizing.

“Why?” he pouts, as if you’ve just told him that you didn’t love him anymore. “Why’d you stop?”

“Stop? Stop what? Oh, you mean this?” You run your fingers up his length before denying him of your touch once more. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s your punishment for choosing your hand over me.”

“I already told you…”

“You didn’t wanna wake me up. Well you should. If anything’s gonna make you come, I want it to be me.”

Changbin’s eyes gleam and he flashes a smile so quick you could’ve missed it. You can be such a brat and he loves it when you are. Even if that means he has to suffer for it.

He sits up in bed, fluffy brown hair falling into his eyes as he rubs your thigh.  “I’m sorry, baby. I promise next time I’ll wake you up…” he swears, tucking a finger right where your thighs meet. You might be playing at being upset enough to leave but your thighs are soaked. You aren’t going anywhere. “Now come back to bed. You can torture me all you want. I just want you.” 

Taking you by the waist, he guides you down onto him, pouring out professions of how badly he needs you. How much he’s missed you. Your schedules have made it hard to see each other lately, let alone have any more intimacy than a hurried kiss before the other heads out the door. You’ve missed this as much as he has. 

Missed having your lips glued to his, your tongues swirling around each other’s as you breathe in the scent of his cologne. Missed feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he holds you close to him, your legs resting on either side of him. It’s the perfect angle for his cock to nudge against your entrance, your shared arousal making it effortless for him to slide into you. 

“Baby, mmph, shit…” you whine, overwhelmed by the fullness in your lower belly. 

It’s been so long since you’ve had any of him at all. Now you’ve got all of him at once. Every inch raging inside of you, stretching you open like only he can. It’s almost too much to take but still you want more. Smoothing your hands down his chest, you push yourself up, riding the curve of his cock as you settle in his lap. You smile to yourself, watching your boyfriend’s eyes roll back at just how much deeper he sinks into you. 

“Better than your hand?” you tease, raking your nails along his stomach. 

Changbin grabs onto your hips, lifting you an inch or two and easing you back down. “Your pussy’s better than my hand, mmm, better than anything. Fuck, you feel so good. Needed this. Needed you…”

You move your hips in small circles, your eyes fixed on his, hypnotized by the lust in his gaze. “If you need me, Binnie, fuck me like you do.” 

In an instant you know that you’ve ignited something inside him. It’s pouring gasoline on a fire. Lighting a fuse. Changbin licks his lips, that adorably needy expression warping into something more primal. His fingertips sink deeper into the cushy meat of your hips and when he lifts you this time the descent is much harsher. It’s all you can do not to double over when he bottoms out again, your walls clinging to him as he bounces you in his lap.

Your boyfriend’s strong. That’s nothing you’ve ever doubted about him. But you weren’t expecting him to lift you like you’re nothing and fuck you like you’re everything at the same time. This was supposed to be you calling the shots, you dominating him, but there’s something so hot about seeing him take control. Something unbelievably sexy about how fragile you feel in his grasp. It’s almost like he could break you and you want him to. 

“Look at you…” he grunts, taking in your full figure and your gorgeous face, “Fuck, you’re so pretty and you’re taking this cock so well. Just swallowing it up, aah…”

There it is again. The tension. The pressure. The racing of his pulse. His heart pounding in his ears, a faint beating that turns your moans into a song. He could come right now from your clenching. From the juices flowing from your gummy walls, making a puddle in his lap. It’s in every ragged breath. In every thrust of his hips.

“You can let go,” you tell him, reading the signs through the fog of your own bliss, “Do it, aah…come.”

Extending a hand to cradle your cheek, he dips the other between your thighs to tap at your clit. “You first, baby.” 

Your voice cracks when his name leaves your lips. You’re like a broken record. It’s all you can say. “Changbin…” while he’s pinching that sensitive bundle of nerves, flooding you with enough dopamine to make you go mad. “Changbin” when the swollen head of his cock kisses your cervix, your pussy quivering from the force of his thrusts.

By the time you reach your peak, your high hitting you in an all consuming blaze of pleasure, you can barely say a thing. Let alone his name. Not that you need to when you look this good squirming in his lap, your essence cascading down his shaft. 

Changbin’s thumb traces your bottom lip and you take it into your mouth, sucking it like a lollipop while your orgasm ravages you. Any willpower he has left abandons him at the sight of you coming undone. Relief washes over him at his release, an ocean wave cooling the blaze that’s been burning him alive all night.

The pressure of him spraying your walls in warm, thick cum tickles, dragging your orgasm out until you find yourself slumped against his chest, his cock still pulsing inside of you. Changbin closes his arms around you, caressing your lower back as he chases his next breath. He’s completely spent but he refuses to lose a moment with you. It’s far too precious. 

“Now I’m gonna be tired in the morning and it’s all your fault” you tease, kissing him on the cheek. 

“My fault? You’re the one who wore that.” His eyes flit down to the skimpy night dress barely hanging onto your body, the straps having long ago fallen way. 

“Hmm, well, I swear I won’t do it again” you promise, batting your eyelashes, “Next time I’ll wear nothing.”

Suddenly your world’s turning on its axis and your back’s flat against the sheets. Changbin cages you in beneath him, his lips dancing closer to yours, craving contact.

“Why wait until next time?” he asks, tearing at the fabric of your dress, “We still have tonight.”

[taeyongdoyoung]

t-t-teach me

summary: college life sucks. but at least you get to study with the hottest guy on campus... pairing: soobin x reader genre: college au, slight angst, smut, colleagues to study buddies to lovers warnings: academic setting, studying, mild allusions to anxiety/insecurities, reader is older than soobin, kissing, praise kink, size kink, handjob, fingering, lots of touching, protected sex (gasp), manipulation if you squint but it's all consensual, some lyrics references as usual author's note: someone on social media commented that soobin's "t-t-teach me" part in love language lowkey sounds like "t-t-touch me" and i couldn't get it out of my head so here we are... word count: 2.2k

Your college life is pretty boring. Study, eat, study some more, eat again, sleep, repeat. So, when your most handsome colleague (in your humble opinion) asks you to help him study for the upcoming exams, you are tempted to agree.

"Pleaseee, Y/N," Soobin begs so cutely. The way his glasses are slightly tilted doesn't help your case. "I can even pay you!"

"I don't want your money, Soobin," you shake your head, determined to play with him a little longer. After all, it is not every day that such a hot guy acknowledges your existence.

"What do you want, then? I'd do anything, I really need to pass, my whole future depends on it."

"Well, shouldn't you have studied throughout the year?" you tease him. "Instead of, I don't know, partying or whatever it is you and your squad do."

"I don't even go to parties. I'm just in my dorm playing games all the time."

"Case in point," you tsk, pretending to be disappointed.

"Okay, I realize I should have taken the courses more seriously, but can you please consider it?"

"What's in it for me?"

"I told you already, the sky is the limit. Just t-t-teach me the material," he stammers sweetly. "When the professors do it, I literally can't focus and understand anything."

"You do realize this isn't an easy task, right? We have less than a month until finals. Even if I do help you study…I can't promise you'll pass."

"Where's your confidence, teacher?" Soobin pouts.

"I haven't agreed yet!"

"Oh, but you just did," Soobin is too adorable to say 'no' to.

So, this is how it starts. Every day, after your lectures end, you go to Soobin's dorm to study. You use every method that has been helpful for you throughout the years. Highlights, flashcards, quizzes, you try everything and anything in order to help Soobin understand the material. At the end of each week you prepare a short test that is meant to aid Soobin in revising the most important information. The first week, his results are disastrous. You honestly don't see any hope but you promised him you'd try your best so you keep modifying the material in order to improve his understanding. The second week, his results are still below average, but slightly better. By the third week, he has definitely reached the expected pass level.

"My God, Soobin, this is amazing progress!" you praise him honestly.

"Really? You think I'd be able to pass?" he asks, still worried about the upcoming exams.

"If you keep up the great work, you surely will," you are confident that he'll make it. "We have one more week until the first exam, I'm sure we'll manage to cover some more ground and revise the essentials."

"Yeah, I think there's still enough time to stick to the plan you made," Soobin nods thoughtfully.

"Here's an idea that might be motivational. If you pass all your exams, I'll reward you."

"Reward me how?" Soobin eyes you curiously.

"However you like."

"What about me paying you back?" Soobin reminds you of the original deal.

"You can just buy me dinner at that sushi place near the university," you suggest simply.

"Sounds good. I'll do my best to pass."

"I know you can do it!" at this point, you genuinely believe in him and are amazed to see how much he's improved.

The exam period starts sooner than you'd like and you now have less time for your study sessions with Soobin, prioritizing individual preparation instead. Honestly, you kind of miss seeing his pretty face every day and explaining things to him. Talking about the material out loud has been helpful for you, as well. The final exams pass by in a flash and now you only have to wait one more week for the results to come out.

"How do you think you did?" you ask Soobin on the phone.

"Ugh, don't ask," he complains. "Even though I felt like we covered all the material, having to explain it in my own words and provide examples was so draining. I have no idea how I did but don't get your hopes up."

"I see," you reply with a sigh.

"I'm not gonna ask how you did, because I'm pretty sure you nailed them," Soobin shuts down any possibility of boasting before it even started.

"Hey, the exams were pretty difficult for me, too," you mumble shyly.

"Yeah, yeah, talk to me again when you flaunt those 100 points."

"Just because I tend to get high results most of the time, doesn't mean I don't struggle," you express your feelings a little harsher than intended.

Soobin is stunned into silence.

"Sorry, that was insensitive of me to say. I guess I never realized how much effort you put into studying."

"It's okay, I'm used to being misunderstood," you answer sheepishly.

"Just because you're used to it, doesn't make it okay. Get some rest. You sure deserve it."

"You too, Soobin."

And with that, the phone call ends. Tensions run high as you anxiously check your email once every two hours for results. You probably care more about this than you should. Only this time your own results are not the only thing on your mind. You really want Soobin to be satisfied with the work he's done. Because you feel like you poured more energy into helping him and you would really hate to see him fail. Not only because you'd feel responsible for it, but because you genuinely like him and want to see him happy.

After what feels like forever, the results are out. Of course, you can only see your own due to privacy reasons. But you know Soobin has also received the same email as every other student. It is only the content that varies. You quickly check your stats and though you didn't get a 100 points everywhere, as Soobin jokingly suggested, you are still pretty proud of yourself. You eagerly grab your phone, meaning to call Soobin when you stop yourself in the last second.

What if he didn't pass all the exams? What if he doesn't want to talk about it? So, instead, you wait until he contacts you first. Luckily, you don't wait long.

"Come over" is the simple message he sends you.

You put on a jacket and practically sprint to his dorm. Is he okay? Is he inviting you over to celebrate or to drink his sorrows away? Your mind races and so do your legs as you near his room. A hesitant knock on his door. A quiet "It's open".

You cautiously enter and study Soobin's expressions in an attempt to read the room. He doesn't look depressed but he doesn't look ecstatic either. What's going on? You just need to know, the uncertainty is killing you.

"Do you want the good news or the bad news first?" Soobin asks you coldly.

"Uh…good news?" you mumble, feeling more nervous about whatever he has to say than about your own results.

"Good news is I passed all my exams. I got between 60 and 75 points on most of them."

"That's…incredible! Congratulations, Soobin!" you exclaim proudly. "I'm really happy for you! Wait…what are the bad news, then?"

"The bad news is…you promised me a reward," he whispers darkly.

"Why is that bad news?" you are utterly confused, as you sit down on the couch next to him. "You deserve to be rewarded, you worked so hard to accomplish this."

"That's true, but…I'm not sure you'll like the way I want to be rewarded."

"Anything is okay," you vow, not knowing what's in store for you. "I'll keep my word."

"Oh, I know you will," Soobin smirks and crashes his lips against yours, shocking you completely. Is this really happening? Did you just…both pass all your exams and are now kissing with the hottest guy in your university to celebrate?

"T-t-touch me," he begs so prettily who are you to reject him?

"Where do you want me to touch you?" you easily agree.

He grabs your hand and slides it under his shirt so that you are now caressing his abs. Fuck, his skin is so smooth and hard.

"You're so pretty," you mutter what you've been thinking every time you see him.

"I try to look my best for you," Soobin admits.

"Shut up," you shake your head in disbelief.

"Yes, teacher," he teases you.

"Don't call me that," you groan.

"What would you prefer? Ma'am?"

"Ugh, no, that makes me feel old," your eyes roll.

"Well, you are older than me. How about noona?" Soobin blinks cutely.

"Oh my God, do you ever shut up?"

"Touch me somewhere else," he doesn't ask this time, he demands. You don't even have the time to ask where he'd like to be touched before he's grabbed your wrist again and moves it right on top of his clothed cock. You're seriously gonna die. You're gonna die right in this moment and you won't even go to that cute sushi place. "Take my jeans off."

Your hands are shaking but you do your best to follow Soobin's orders. All your academic knowledge is completely useless in this moment. What you lack in practice, you try to make up for with enthusiasm. Stroking his length and licking him softly seem to do the trick and Soobin grows harder under your touch.

"Why are you so pretty?" you can't help but marvel.

"It's both a blessing and a curse," Soobin grunts loudly. "Wait, stop."

You immediately halt your movements, letting go of his cock.

"Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?" you ask nervously, almost getting teary-eyed at the thought.

"What? No, you're doing amazing, I just…didn't want to come yet."

"Oh, I see," you reply, even though you can't see shit. "When do you want to come?"

"Wrong question, teacher," Soobin disregards your preference for not being called that. But in this moment, you no longer care. "Replace the wh-word with another wh-word."

"Hmm," you ponder out loud. "Where do you want to come?"

"Inside you. If you'd let me."

"Erm, I'm not sure…" you try to find a polite say that you are not really interested in getting pregnant at this point of your life.

"Relax, I've got condoms," Soobin laughs at you gently. "We can save the risky activities for after graduation."

He's already thinking that far into the future?

Soobin touches your folds gently, trying to ease your worries.

"Does it feel good?"

"So good, Soobin," you confess.

"Yeah?" he smirks proudly, as his long finger stretches you open. "Bet I can teach you a thing or two myself."

"I believe you," you sigh wistfully, as you near your high.

While Soobin puts on protection, you try to think of a logical solution as to how this will work. Honestly, you are too wet to care but his enormous size is still intimidating. Your brain seems incapable of coming up with a formula, so you give up entirely. Thinking only makes it worse.

When he slides inside of you, the feeling is so overwhelming you need something to keep you from falling apart.

"Talk to me," you beg.

"What do you want me to talk about?" Soobin asks.

"Anything."

"Linguistics is the scientific study of language. The areas of linguistic analysis are syntax, morphology, phonetics and-"

"Oh my God, really?" you scoff in disbelief. "Exams are over, let's put that behind us."

"What's your love language?" Soobin wants to know.

"Probably words of affirmation. What's yours?"

"Same. Quality time, as well," he responds.

"Oh yeah, definitely," you agree.

"You're taking me so well," Soobin immediately puts the newfound knowledge to use.

"You're fucking me so well," you whisper sincerely.

And this is all it takes for you two burst in each other's arms, experiencing pleasure like never before.

Once you've dutifully helped clean each other up and are cozied up underneath the sheets, the time for a more serious conversation arrives.

"I don't wanna lose this," Soobin gestures in the air between the two of you.

"We can keep studying together," you reply dumbly.

"That's not what I meant," Soobin chuckles. "Wanna spend time with you. We don't have to be studying, we can watch movies and I can teach you how to play games and…other stuff."

"I like the sound of that," you smile warmly.

"Actually, I have a confession to make," Soobin blurts out.

"Oh?"

"Deep down, I knew I'd pass the exams somehow," Soobin whispers. "I just couldn't be bothered to study. Needed an excuse to get close to you."

You can't even be mad at him.

"I have a confession, as well," you say in return. "I agreed to help you because I wanted to know more about you. I could tell you're smart."

"Is it the glasses?" Soobin pouts adorably, tilting his head to the side.

"Nah, you just give off that…sexy nerdy vibe. Glasses or no glasses."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It is. From one nerd to another."

"I can live with that," Soobin flicks your nose playfully.

"You still owe me sushi, by the way. For helping you study."

"Oh, teacher. Sushi is not the only thing you'll be eating tonight."

The End

[ohnoitstbskyen]

I am a long-time fan of you and I know you care a lot about social issues. When I saw your analysis on the HH designs, I feel you missed two major aspects of Alastor's design that are suspect. One, the 'deer' aspect of Alastor is a reference to a Native American Cannibal spirit which name is taboo and so I won't type it here. Though the creature itself isn't associated with deer, the common depiction of them is a cannibalistic deer-monster. Second, the 'magic symbols' Alastor uses are straight up Voodoo/Vodoun symbols. Not used in the right context or with an actual voudoun priest/priestess serving as a sensitivity reader. I bring these up, because I feel your analysis lacked a lot of context. If you answer this, thank you in advance.

Ah, you might be able to help me on this, I've heard before that the creature in question is taboo to mention or depict, but I've looked around multiple times for a source on the taboo. Which indigenous cultures is it that have the taboo on the creature? It's part of multiple nations' folklore, do they all collectively have the same taboo on the creature, or do they have differing stances on it?

I have seen this claim of taboo repeated across the internet, it's on various poorly-sourced mythology blogs and it gets repeated by TikTokers and in social media discussions, but I haven't been able to find any official sources from Algonquian-speaking indigenous nations, whose cultures originate the stories, asking that outsiders not discuss or represent the creature.

I've been able to find anecdotes shared by people that their elders have told them not to say the creature's name at certain times or in certain circumstances, because it supposedly draws the creature (or the evil it represents) closer, but I've not been able to find any strong indications that that taboo extends to non-members of the culture, or people speaking outside of the nation's lands, or on the Internet.

I saw a few people who identified as Ojibwe make fun of the idea that the word needs to be censored in text especially, with one of them calling it "colonizer nonsense." According to them, the rule they grew up with is not to speak the creature's name out loud in certain circumstances, and they claimed that it was considered significantly more taboo (at least in their communities) to whistle at night, since that would call the creature. Again, this is all anecdotal, but better sources seem scarce on the ground.

Do you have a link or a source, or some knowledge of which nations or organizations are calling for the taboo to be respected by non-indigenous people? The main reason I did not bring up this subject is because I simply cannot find any good sources on which to base a criticism. I don't want to spread the idea that First Nations people are calling for a taboo on depictions or mentions of a creature from their culture unless I can positively confirm that they are actually doing that.

Similarly, if you have a solid source from an authoritative Vodoun practitioner criticizing Alastor's design, I'd love to read it, it might come in handy someday. Not asking you to do my research for me, obviously, just that if you have one to hand or off the top of your head, you'd be doing me a favor.

As I say in the video itself, it was meant to be a fairly short project, and I did not have a lot of research time available. If I'm going to broach a critique on Alastor's design as it relates to Vodoun practises and culture, I need to study some primary sources from those cultures outlining what they consider to be best practises and faux-pas when it comes to depiction and use in pop culture. It's maybe a subject for a future video some day, but not until I've done the reading, and I would probably make it a much broader discussion than just Alastor and Hazbin Hotel.

[lcriedlastnight]

a stain on the kitchen floor

○ lando norris x sportstherapist!reader

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : w/c 1.7k. this was so fun to write actually. i'm shit at pacing that's why i haven't written a multi-part story yet so if it's bad don't tell me. also i’m too lazy to proofread these days.

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

"i know it's totally normal in the world on formula one, but to me? i think it's crazy. i wouldn't be able to switch up my emotions and feelings like that with some of my closest friends." lando looks over at her from his chair, eyes awfully bright for what was what she considered one of their more heavier sessions.

lando didn't know how he had gotten himself into this situation... well he did, he was just so embarrassed about it! it's not like he would know that her pretty eyes and soothing voice would be just the thing he need to see and hear first thing on a monday morning - especially after a race weekend. it didn't even need to be a bad weekend for him to want to see her and talk you through the weekend from his point of view. when lando realised that, he realised that he fancied her.

forcing himself to zone back in, (he felt bad for always zoning out during sessions. she thought that his mind must've been a battle field but in reality he just couldn't concentrate with her around him, caring words flying around his head and making himself believe that she wasn't asking because it was her job but because her genuinely cared about his mental well-being.) his eyes jump back onto her figure sitting on the chair across from him.

"it's like you said, i'm used to it. we all are." lando shrugs, something he felt like he did a lot in these short ten minute sessions. it has her sighing again before jotting something down again in her little pink notebook.

"lando, i've told you before, you need to stop shugging things like this off. i can tell it bothers you so just tell me how it makes you feel." she tells the boy, a little annoyed but in a second any trace of it is gone and she's back to her usual upbeat self. lando's heart stutters at her words. simp.

"it is a little hard sometimes, but it comes with the job. you gotta be mentally strong to do this too." lando explains like to her like they haven't already had the exact same conversation a few sessions ago. all she does is nod her head, appreciating that he was trying to open up and let her in. before she could dig any deeper though, her timer went off, signalling that their ten minutes were up. lando groans. loudly.

"why're you annoyed? you hate talking about your feelings." she points out and it has the driver turning red and stuttering out some bullshit answer. if she hadn't noticed his little crush by now then lando thinks he might have to tell zak to find someone a little better.

★・・・・・・★

much to zak and oscar’s surprise lando had been attending the sessions weekly, arriving earlier than he ever had in his entire career at mclaren. this didn’t make much sense to them but who were they to judge? at least lando was finally talking about his feelings, regularly, to someone who could help him process them correctly.

oscar always went second every monday. he would watch as lando skipped out of the room, gracing him with one of those cheesy smiles that he was famous for. sometimes oscar forgot about lando’s hesitance the first day because there was no way she was this good to make him switch from being therapy’s number one hater to its biggest fan. she hadn’t even been here a month yet!

oscar was seeing the same girl and he, in the nicest way possible, did not think she was anything special. she was just a girl who tried to get to cold at steel drivers to talk about their emotions. easy enough right? oscar was starting to think that she had maybe coaxed this good attitude towards therapy out of him some way but his mind was quickly changed just before their third ever session with her. it was the most put together oscar had even seen lando on a monday morning, ever! it was like he was doing a paddock walk. that’s when oscar realised that maybe lando’s excitement towards these sessions wasn’t getting to talk about his feelings but maybe because he was talking to her. not to blow smoke up his own arse but oscar wasn’t stupid.

★・・・・・・★

the session after jeddah was particularly difficult for her. in her entire time with lando it hadn’t been too difficult to get him to speak out about how the previous race had gone but as they got further into the season, she noticed every time how it was a little bit harder each time to get him to open up to her.

“lando?” she says softly. they had been sitting in silence for half the session. this had been their worst one yet. she had no idea why this was hurting her so much, maybe she was just too empathetic and felt whatever pain lando had felt.

lando stays silent but looks up at her with so much hurt in his eyes it makes her avoid his gaze as for the first time with lando, she felt a little uncomfortable. it was literally her job to comfort people when they were struggling so why was this time so fucking difficult?

“the session is nearly finished.” is all she can say.

“right.” lando nods.

“i know this was a harder session today but i’m proud of you, you didn’t even need to show up and you did which shows so much progress from our first one.” her words were filled with a sincerity lando hadn’t heard in a long while.

“can i ask you for something?” lando asks. the most he’s spoken this session, she jumps at the opportunity to help him feel even the slightest bit better.

“of course, that’s what i’m here for.”

lando hesitates for. few beats before he’s standing up from his chair and walking towards hers.

“can i have a hug?”

she’s taken aback but she doesn’t let it show as she opens her arms without hesitation. this may be a little unprofessional but that was the last thing she was thinking of right now. if this what was going to make him feel better then she would hug him until her arms went numb. that’s not unprofessional though! it’s just because she wants to help all of her patients. she would do the same for oscar…

lando lets himself relax for the first time since saturday. he lets himself breathe in her perfume and what he thinks is some kind of flowery shampoo. the mix of the two makes him lightheaded in the best way possible.

“i’m sorry for not saying anything.” lando breaks the silence first.

“you don’t have to apologise. i’m here for you no matter what you want to do. i’ve already told you that we don’t even have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” she comforts, hand now running up and down his back in a soft trail of warmth.

“i do want to. it’s just.. hard to break habit i guess. and now we don’t have any time to.” lando confesses, her heart simultaneously bursting with pride and hurt.

“i’m sure oscar wouldn’t mind if we push his session back for this week.” she offers.

lando moves his head from on top of hers in surprise.

“really? you would do that for me?”

she doesn’t answer, instead heading to the door to ask the aussie sitting outside waiting for her. this is professional, all she wants is for lando to get his feelings out.

once lando rants and gets out every single thought and feeling he had over the weekend and she offers her best advice, she tells him something that she hopes sticks with him for the rest of the season.

“we both know that you are capable of this. you are a world class driver in an amazing car that we know you can drive i just don’t want your downfall to be your mind. it’s amazing but you let it hurt you too much. don't let your mind make you feel like you aren't worthy of this. you aren't just a stain on someone's kitchen floor, okay?"

lando only nods in understanding before standing from the chair again, you rise again to stand beside him. instead if asking this time, he just pulls you into another hug, this one feels tighter than the last but you don’t complain. no, you smile into it and weirdly repress the urge to press a kiss on his shoulder. okay, that’s not at all professional.

★・・・・・・★

later on, before the workday for her ends, she finds herself reaching for her notebook. she didn't write down everything he said, she would be there all day with the way he spoke to her these days. it was just things that she felt she would want to circle back on in later sessions, she did it with every client she has, oscar's notes sat a little emptier a divider away. but there was something different about lando's notes that she didn't even realise that she had done until she was reviewing after that session.

she flicks to the divider with his name on it and gets to today's notes.

likes to unwind after race by watching an adam sandler film.

okay, that's still on the professional side. nothing too wrong with that, it's good to have fun and easy ways to decompress, especially as an f1 driver, she tells herself.

doesn't like sushi.

that's... not professional but not weird to write down? she questions herself in her head. she remembers the conversation in her head and can't help the smile that creeps up onto her face at the memory. she should not be smiling right now but that small smile turns into a full on beaming grin as what she had wrote next.

smells like that one cologne from armani.

she can't even remember writing that. her smile drops in seconds, thinking that this was getting creepy. why had she written that? she was going to have to start paying more attention to what she was writing in her sessions with lando. she seemed like a fucking stalker.

she snaps the book shut and shoves it back in it's drawer. it's like this was the push she needed to get moving and get home. she gathers her stuff from her 'temporary' office and throws on her coat, it was getting warmer woking but not warm enough to forgo a jacket of some sort. as she was walking out to the car park she passed by the trophy cabinet and about a million pictures of lando smiling.

she had to get a grip.

[enhaeil]

Jay’s response to you taking off your ring during an argument

ACT LIKE THAT! ☆ 박종성

"how you gonna up and leave me now how you gonna act like that? how you gonna change it up? we just finished makin' up... how you gonna act like that?"

how you gonna act like that - tyrese

c/w: angst, arguing and im in love w jay

it's as if a grey cloud is sitting over your once happy home. the bed is colder, the conversations are dry, and the goodbyes are quiet.

you can't even remember the last time you put the 'i' in front of 'love you'.

but you knew you loved him. you know the man you married and you know how good it could be. "it's just a bump in the road, that's all." is what you keep telling yourself, until it finally caused a crash.

"i just feel like you don't even want to be in this relationship anymore, y/n. i try to talk to you, but you shut me out. when i hold you, it feels distant. when i try to make love to you, you always push me off. do you even love me?" he says, still keeping his voice at a decent level.

"do i love you? of course, I love you, jay. if anything, i should be asking you that. when's the last time you've actually tried to do any of that? you barely look at me." your chest feels tight. your voice is rising, and it feels like you can't control it.

"i look at you all the time, y/n you're my wife. don't try to flip this on me when you're the one who's been distant." he says, taking a seat on the couch to ground himself.

"sure, jay. you look at me. whatever. but are you really seeing me ? i'm miserable, jay. i'm unhappy. i'm going through it. i feel trapped in my own house, and then I have to go outside and face it too. i should be able to at least come home to a husband who acts like he cares about me."

that was the pin to the balloon. for the first time, jay raises his voice at you. and you don't like it one bit.

"fine, y/n. if i'm such a bad husband, why're we married then?" he shouts before his brain could even process his words.

he wants to take it back. he wants to stand up and hold you, but his legs won't move.

before he could, you're out of his sight, and he hears your bedroom door shut. god, he's such an idiot.

jay gives it some time. not just for him to collect his thoughts, but for you to collect yours. he knew both of you were stressed, but not to this point.

he finally heads upstairs, carefully opening the door. he hears the shower running and lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

he scans the room, looking at the box of tissues sitting on the nightstand, a sign of the tears he made you shed that night, his chest tightening at the thought.

he noticed something sparkling next to it, causing him to step closer.

the ring he spent hours choosing, because he knew you didn't deserve just any regular ring. the ring he gracefully placed on your finger on your special day. the ring he's pressed kisses against absentmindedly, a promise to each other, sitting on the nightstand.

he didn't think you would take his words to heart. he knows why you two are married. he knows why you chose to stay with him even when he hasn't been the best husband. he plays with the diamond band in his hand as thoughts race through his head.

he doesn't even hear the shower cut off or the door opening as he sits on the edge of the bed, staring at the ring in his hand.

steams follows you as you leave the bathroom, hair damp and towel wrapped around you, yet once you spot jay, you tightened it as if he'd never seen you more vulnerable.

"j-jay ... can you step out, i wanna get dressed." you say, voice quiet and hoarse.

his heart breaks even more, hearing that. "don't be like that, y/n. please." he says desperately.

a moment of silence passes, before he lets out a shaky sigh. "you took your ring off." he says letting out a dry chuckle.

your heart sinks. you'd never thought it would get here, seeing the man you love, broken.

"i'm sorry, jay. i didn't know what to do and- and i was angry, and i-"

"i haven't stopped loving you, ever, y/n. i'm sorry that i failed to show you that. and whatever I did wrong, i'll fix it. i'll talk to you all night, i'll work from home if you need me to. but whatever you do, please don't leave me."

you don't miss the way a stray tear falls from jay's eyes, and without thinking, your feet move towards him. you wipe the tears that now fall freely from his eyes, throat becoming dry at the sight.

"jay, i was never going to leave. i was upset, and i wasn't thinking when i took it off. you are my everything, and i'm so sorry that I pushed you away or made you feel less than that."

it's quiet again as jay pulls you into his lap, head laid on your towel covered chest, listening to the sound of your heartbeat.

he slides the ring back to your finger, back where it belongs. as he returns the diamond to its home, he recites his wedding vows like a prayer.

"i promise that when it feels like the world is attacking you, i'll never join in; i'll love you even harder."

a/n: i could write abt jay for hours and hours and hourssss mind you ... he hasn't been my bias since like 2021 ITS BEEN ONLY NIKI THIS WHOLE TIME . yet i have zero niki fics posted uh hello!

[siimplyjessica]

I don't know why CC creators are forcing people to use HQ CC textures (2048x4096)?? do you know how big those are? I make a lot of custom content, and before educating myself I said one time I was like, let me start using and creating HQ items, my output started tripling in size. I created two or three objects and in no time I was like over 8 GB of information just creating HQ textures. You guys are bloating the game for literally no reason.. for pretty screenshots? Cool.. go ahead and do that but you're bloating people's games for no reason literally. This game already requires over 150 gigabytes of free space on a computer. If you use HQ textures and continue adding CC to your game, you need probably over 350 GB of space..

When it comes to creating debug items, like I have a collection coming out that redoes all the frying pans and mixing bowls, those little textures are maybe 128x128, and I will double those to 256x256 and sharpen the image because those are tiny, but to start making and outputting textures that are 2048x4096, that bloats the game for absolutely no reason except to maybe get a pretty screenshot. But then you need probably well over 16 GB of RAM, a very expensive graphics card and over 350 GB of free space to run the Sims. And you're asking people and forcing people to do that with you when you put out CC that is " high quality ". Why? If you want to take pretty pictures in the game or do blender renders in super high quality, go for it to your heart's content. (and at this point you are forcing because 99% of CC creators don't give people the option to download regular textures anymore. Like it used to be a few years ago You could find people offering regular and HQ textures) Forcing people to download textures that are 2048x4096 is evilness, that's all I can call it because a lot of people don't have the wherewithal to know how to de-bloat their games, a lot of people don't create CC, and they're enlarging their files and games unwittingly not realizing that they're slowing down their computer, unnecessarily forcing their computer to work in overtime trying to process all these huge huge CC files. DX11 completely changed the game in my opinion and made it beautiful, DX11 helps your computer run your game a little more smoothly, while increasing the look of the game, almost providing its own g shade filter. And de-bulking the game by putting caps on texture sizes and you're still creating HQ? I have to speak out because I feel so bad for all the computers out there. You know how expensive it is? My dream is to build my own computer, but I haven't been able to because you need at least a good two grand to do that. And you're like at this point putting an imaginary weapon to people's heads and forcing them to download HQ content.. because every single day I see more and more creators switching to HQ because they want the "best rounded edges on their CC" or creating CC to be compared to the next creator because everybody is competing with each other, or they want the best looking CC for a screenshot, not realizing that going up in high qualities and going up in polygon count is excessive and pointless for little pixel people that you don't zoom in on for the most part unless you're taking extremely pretty screenshots.. You're getting sucked in by the beautiful pictures CC creators put on their posts and I get that way too, I will see something and get swept away in it's shock and beauty and I have to tell myself, 'Jessica you don't need that and it's too big of a object to put in your game!' Only a few people realize the importance of low quality, low polygon content and those are probably the biggest creators in the space like @imfromsixam , @peacemaker-ic and @syboubou , @aharris00britney, up-and-comer @valiasimsI , @felixandresims etc.. I know I'm missing people but It's just an example. I just can't stay quiet anymore.

[justonedreamersworld]

Nothing negative, only good vibes

I'm rating one of this year's Eurovision acts every day until the first semi-final. The condition: I may only use positive words, only good vibes. 

Today: Sweden 🇸🇪 (29/37)

KAJ – Bara Bada Bastu

My favourite entry this year, so I have a lot to say.

The song is simply a catchy tune and I haven't been able to get it out of my head since I first heard it. I've probably heard it 100 times now, without lying.

It's just funny and entertaining and in my opinion KAJ has the best staging this year. I mean come on, a sauna on stage? That's terrific!

I start laughing every time I watch their performance from Melodivestvalen. It gives me an incredible amount of pleasure.

I love Eurovision for this kind of participant. 

The first Swedish-language song from Sweden in what feels like an eternity. Do I need to say more?

I think it's so nice to see how it brings Finns and Swedes together and it also raises awareness of the Swedish-speaking minority in Finland.

I've never been in favour of Sweden winning. So this is a primary for me. And I know I'm not the only one.

Kevin, Axel and Jakob are all three so incredibly likeable. They deserve nothing but the best. And I also have a big crush on Jakob, but how could it be otherwise? Look at him!

What do you like most about KAJ and Bara Bada Bastu?

Countries I have already rated

Armenia 🇦🇲

Australia 🇦🇺

Azerbaijan 🇦🇿

Croatia 🇭🇷

Cyprus 🇨🇾

Czechia 🇨🇿

Denmark 🇩🇰

Finland 🇫🇮

France 🇫🇷

Germany 🇩🇪

Georgia 🇬🇪

Iceland 🇮🇸

Ireland 🇮🇪

Israel 🇮🇱

Latvia 🇱🇻

Lithuania 🇱🇹

Luxembourg 🇱🇺

Malta 🇲🇹

The Netherlands 🇳🇱

Norway 🇳🇴

Poland 🇵🇱

Portugal 🇵🇹

San Marino 🇸🇲

Serbia 🇷🇸

Spain 🇪🇸

Switzerland 🇨🇭 

Ukraine 🇺🇦

United Kingdom 🇬🇧

[wtfforged]

I've been sick for a few weeks and My phone hates Me so I haven't been able to Draw Digital for a long while Now, But I still wanted to make doodles of your robo oc's

Sorry if the quality looks awful, I'm just bad at taking pics lolol.

Also, I wanna Know more About Mateo and Benji's Dynamic if That Would be Possible

I HOPE ITS OK THAT IM POSTING THIS ASK PUBLICLY INSTEAD OF PRIVATELY BUT I JUST NEED MORE EYES ON THIS LIKE IS THIS REAL. AM I SEEING THINGS. AM I HALLUCINATING. MATTYBENNY FANART IN MY INBOX? FROM ALIENBOYKYLE? i made the mistake of scrolling tumblr right before going in to take my stats test and i was like oh boy an inbox notif giggle dont mind if i dGOD? GOD? GOD? and i wasnt allowed to physically react at all because i was in public but by god was i screaming in my head i tensed up my diaphragm to prepare to scream and everything. anyways THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOODNESS this is so cute. im sorry that youre sick and i hope you feel better soon but the fact that you went through the effort of drawing little comics of my little guys is so sweet. im glad you like them!

as for their dynamic...

you pretty much nailed it especially for after they get really close(they used to hate eachother... but ill draw that another day). benji likes to act very friendly and even somewhat cute just to be a little less intimidating. meanwhile mateo is typically very dry and stoic and hard to talk to, but benji has found that he has the specific formula of his entire existence that managed to annoy mateo out of that brick-wall persona he has. finding new (metaphorical) buttons of his to press is one of benjis favorite hobbies. so they bicker a lot, but theyre still a lot closer than youd think.

sorry if thats not super specific or helpful. if im honest ive had them for 5 years now and they still dont have a lot on them. but i still treasure them dearly

[joellesolo]

Onyx Storm spoilers

Xaden: Yes, the table is broken. Now, what do you need? Ridoc: You two totally broke it, didn't you? Like that armoire no one was supposed to notice getting hauled out of her room during first year? Mira: The what?

[lord-shitbox]

fuuuuuck fuuuck does it even matter if my shit is severe enough for another diagnosis. Fuck. It's killing me not to know, but like, fundamentally, regardless of whether it's Bad Enough™ for a diagnosis I'm still having problems, so I should probably stop picking at my mental wounds itching for proof that it's "bad enough," but like. Fuck!!!!! Can't I just get told this shit and be done with it

retroactively realizing scenarios where (very rarely) one of my buddies does something that accidentally upsets me so bad i slap them and leave the situation immediately and want to die for 4 hours are probably like. a symptom. instead of me being an irrational irritable unconscionable bitch. it's been a long time but i used to define nightmare as "someone got shot" and i;d have dreams like that if i was really stressed or miserable for at least a few years. i see a picture of a handgun and for hours and days after trying to think feels like bashing two rocks together to make a spark (doesn't fucking work). i feel like i owe it to the world to [-] myself for no fucking reason, all the time, especially if i'm stressed. it's the default thought in my brain whenever I zone back in. I have a severe startle response but don't give a fuck the second i'm done jumping. I haven't been able to do my schoolwork in days and I cut class yesterday because I couldn't do it and I don't know if I'll drag myself out of the house tomorrow. I wiped the vast majority of the whole fucking year It Happened to me out of my memory and have been well aware of that memory loss for years. and i was like "haha yeah it's not PTSD" about all this.

and most importantly i am Totally Fucking Fine Guys

[adozentothedawn]

This entire scene is so absurd to me. Don't get me wrong, I love it, I am so into it, but honestly this part in particular makes it feel like he's an innocent country girl who I've accidentally impregnated and now he's demanding I marry him to avoid the stigma of a baby out of wedlock. If his sister wasn't dead he'd make her threaten me with a shotgun into properly branding him to save her baby brother's honor.

[pisshandkerchief]

tonight I'm taking a simon & garfunkel themed shower

[zillycloud]

lord business hello kitty will not save you

[longing4yesterday]

just one of those nights

[imwritesometimes]

whatever blorbos I'm obsessed with fluctuates wildly lately based on absolutely nothing. thought abt a pretty pivotal/vulberable scene from the one marchly wip I back-burnered recently and now they're all I can think of

[poguehearted77]

Winter's Chance

Summary: It's Rafe's turn to have your son for the weekend, but it seems the weather wants you to spend the holidays together.

--Finally some Baby Daddy Rafe

With delicate rubs to your son's tummy, you desperately tried to get him to calm down with soft pleads and overeager soothing. He'd been fussing all day, so much that you'd called the doctor to make sure everything was okay.

They simply reassured you that it may just be a prolonged stage of fussiness. Most babies grow out of it around 4 months which is exactly where Max had just reached a few weeks ago.

Just when he was finally beginning to calm for a moment your ears are filled with the chime of your doorbell. Max picks up his crying as if he had never stopped. Your eyes roll, already knowing who is on the other side of the door.

You gently scooped him up to rest over your shoulder on top of the little binkie you tend to have thrown over your shoulder at all times for moments like this. He was cute, but the spit-up was never pretty and you were always prepared.

Opening the door from a distance you weren't expecting to see Rafe step in partially covered in snow. It distracted you momentarily before Max's cries cut through the shock.

"I know, I know." You whine, gently rocking him, backing away from the cold air that swept against your feet. "Hurry up, and close the door." His eyes roll, "Hello to you too." He closes the door and stomps off the snow from his boots before stepping out of them and hanging up his jacket.

"Woah, woah, what are you doing? This is just a pick-up, then you can have fun trying to calm him down at your place." Rafe stands still, his thumb gesturing to the door behind him, "You haven't seen the news, have you? They're closing the roads, so we're snowed in. The only reason I made it here is because of the suspension on my truck."

Your face turns sour and Max continues to cry.

"So why did you come in the first place if you knew you wouldn't be able to make it back?" He ignores your question for the most part, "Relax, baby. As excited as you are to see me, I didn't come for you. I came for my son. There he is," Rafe's expression lights up as he reaches for Max and takes him out of your hold.

"Rafe you can't just take him and expect him to calm-"

For the first time in seven hours, silence consumes the room. No more screams and tearful cries. "You've got to be fucking with me," You don't say it loudly, but Rafe still hears.

"Guess he was just missin' his daddy, huh? Isn't that right, Max?" Rafe's tone is playful as he pokes at Max's tummy which elicits tiny giggles and the brightest smile you'd seen all day.

You walk away, headed towards the kitchen. Not sure why you were moving so fast, Rafe was hot on your heels. "It's not your fault, it's probably just been a long day-" He finally shuts the fuck up with his smug remarks when he hears a soft cry, "Y/n," Your name rolls off his tongue, tender and sweet. "Baby, what's wrong?" Effortlessly, he supports Max with one hand while he reaches to turn you so you're facing him.

Your eyes are filled with tears, lips quivering ever so slightly and he knows what's coming. He's seen you like this more times than he can count. He takes you under his arm, your cheek pressed to his chest and you break down, muttering into the fabric of his hoodie.

He comforts you with a big hand rubbing your back, soothing you the way he learned from those parenting books that he swear he never read. "It's so hard, Rafe." Is all you manage to say through broken cries for the first five minutes before you're pushing off him, expression more angry than upset? "He was crying all day, and the second you walk in, he's perfectly fine."

Rafe's lips frown, puzzled. "And that's a bad thing?--"

"Yes! Why do you get to be Superman?!" Earlier, the sound of a pin drop would disturb Max from calming, but now even your exclamations left him unfazed, as long as he was in Rafe's arms he was unbothered.

As a matter of fact, with a second glance, you notice he'd actually fallen asleep. Just Perfect. Another win for Superman.

He chuckles, leading you both to have a seat on the couch. Your son sleeping soundly in his father's hold. "Well, I think I've got the abs for it." His shit-eating grin spreads across his lips.

"You try carrying a baby in your stomach for nine months, and you tell me if you still have abs after." Subtly, his tongue wets his lips at the memory, "All I remember is how good you looked pregnant. Shit, wanna do it again?" You'd never wanted to hurt someone so badly.

"You're lucky you're holding my son." He scoffs, leaning in slightly as if to speak away from the baby. "I seem to remember the two of us going half on the conception, and a few times after that." You air-swat him and stand, making your way for the stairs. "I'm going to take a nap."

The hours flew by as you finally had your first uninterrupted nap in what felt like years. By the time you woke up, the sun was long gone, and there was a thick layer of fresh snow sitting on your window pane. You headed downstairs and stopped at the bottom of the steps to appreciate the view.

Nothing melted you quite like the sight of Rafe taking care of Max. You hated to admit it, but he was a good dad. A really good one. Hot, too. Rafe held the bottle to Max's lips, murmuring some undistinguishable babbles with a soft smile. Surely speaking a language only the two of them can understand.

"I hope you warmed the bottle before you gave it to him." You say, and he finally notices you standing by the stairs, stalking your way over and sitting beside him.He ignores you, knowing that you're just trying to get under his skin. "You look well rested." He remarks and you sigh with a soft nod. "Yeah, I am actually." He grins to himself, "Must be a miracle to sleep well on that cheap-ass mattress you got up there."

"Sorry, we can't all have premium mattresses." Rafe pulls the bottle back once he realizes Max has had his fill. "Y'know my money is your money right? I give you ten thousand a month but everything I have is yours, too." Standing him up on his lap first, Rafe holds the baby over his shoulder, gently patting his back.

"Well, I don't need to live in a fifteen thousand sq ft house to be happy unlike you." He shakes his head slowly, his gaze falls on you, somber. "I seem happy to you? I don't give a shit how big my place is. It's always going to be empty without you two in it... " He trails off, alluding there's more to come.

"Rafe.. What are you saying?"

"Move in with me, again." Your head shakes before you sputter profuse denials, "No, Rafe, we can't we tried that before remember? We don't get along. Technically, we're not even together." The conversation is briefly interrupted by a small gurgled burp on Max's behalf.

Rafe leans down to place a drowsy Max in his rocker in front of the couch before sitting back up. "Things were different then, we were eighteen. I can't do the back-and-forth anymore. Don't you wanna wake up in the morning, see that Max is taken care of and I'm making you breakfast, then we go back to bed and I take care of you? Huh?" He hums, his voice igniting sparks along the length of your neck as he nosed along it.

"Rafe.." your voice is shaky, feeling the heat from the discussion.

"Whadd'ya say, hm?" You reflect, having Rafe stay with you today, in just a few short hours you'd been able to take a break, he held you when you cried like he always did. You'd hardly even fought. Though that was no surprise, the two of you fought considerably less ever since Max came into the picture.

"Okay, yes." You can feel the lines from his smile stretch against your jaw just before he begins to pepper kisses on your cheek. "Y'know, we made the world's cutest baby ever right?" You smile, both your gazes focused on the little one before you.

"He's got your eyes, for sure." Rafe states and you giggle, "You're just saying that because they're brown." He sits up straight, heartfully disagreeing. "I'm not. They're the same eyes that I fell in love with when I first laid my eyes on you, and the same ones that humbled me when they looked up at me for the first time in the NICU."

His words were touching. You're seeing a whole new side of him. Not the usually hot-headed and impulsive man you were used to. This one was sweeter, softer, and more sincere.

You reeled him in for the first kiss, his lips soft as they pressed against yours, his hands confidently holding you at your waist. "Ah, I see you're taking me up on my previous offer. Let's go for a girl this time, yeah?" He grins, and you pinch him.