#i need to take out my trash do the dishes clean the floors and clean the litter boxes. all of them. desperately.

[bogkeep]

first week back at school and ahhhhhh everything is a little overwhelming currently

- my living space is full of boxes i have simply not had the energy to unpack at all.... hopefully this weekend (but i have also been invited to a Social Event so WE SHALL SEE)

- this school year is going to have So Much Important Stuff happening inbetween the many weeks of practice placement

- such as The Academic Text

- AND i need to finish the big project i was supposed to have finished ages ago

- our teacher this year speaks swedish with a very thick french accent and i speak norwegian with a dialect, we really struggle to understand one another but maybe hopefully that will change over time.... please...........

- i'm stressed about Stupid Bureaucracy Stuff

- and im so so sleepytired :(((

- and it's too humid and warm for comfort :(((((

AT LEAST I HAVE CUTE SOCKS

purchased in a distraught jetlag haze and subsidized by my travel insurance. they're my favourites now

[orcelito]

8 pm beddy bye bc im so tired I'm nauseous got NO chores done today could just barely feed the cats. It's honestly rough in here. Running out of plates. I only have my giant plates left. Need to clean the litter boxes. But if I smell even 1 more stink I will hurl so I am in bed to rest up so that maybe tomorrow I will be less tired. We will hope!!!

[screamingay]

somehow these current roommates we have are the worst that ive known yet and last semester we literally had a girl who smoked cigs IN her bedroom. list of grievances below lol

[palms-upturned]

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[syddsatyrn]

Omg your requests are open. I've seen some of your work and it's amazing❤️

Can you do a smut with Lucifer. He's become my new obsession.

⛧Idle Time is the Devil's Play⛧ By Sydd Satyrn

⛧Pairing: - Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

⛧Warnings: Shameless smut, fingering, swearing, fluff

⛧Words: 2.5k

⛧Notes: This was actually rather fun to write, thank you for the request! My head canon in this one is that Lucifer wears reading glasses.

The day started out on the wrong foot from the second you woke up. The dishes are piled up, laundry needs to be done, and how is there so much dust in here?! Nifty does her best to keep up but she's only one tiny person. You begin with the dishes, stack and stacks of plates and bowls, cups and flatware cover the counter. You let out a sigh of disappointment. After working for a short while, Angel Dust walks in with a surprised look on his face. “I thought you were dating the King of Hell, why are you wasting your time with chores?” The tall spider asks, holding a stack of dishes from his room. “Angel, I work here. I don't know how many times I have to tell you…” You reply with an eye roll. “Yeah, yeah, Charlie’s dreams, blah, blah, motherly nonsense. I’m just sayin’ you could totally slack off and get away with it.” He says, placing more dishes on the counter. You give him a side eye, and Angel laughs. “Chill out toots, I’m just playin’.” He says and heads back to his room. He’s right, you could slack off if you wanted to, but you felt the need to try for Charlie. You and Lucifer have been dating for a little over 6 months and within that time you’ve become rather fond of his sweet daughter and her dreams to rehabilitate sinners. So you took on a role at the hotel and did what you could to help make it possible. You wanted to impress Lucifer's daughter, maybe one day she might even see you as family, if you’re lucky.  You finally finish the dishes and take a step back and admire your handiwork. A clean sink, and counters, all the dirty dishes are now washed, dried and put away. It took a good chunk of the morning but it was worth it. The kitchen looks spotless and you decide to move onto the next chore. You tidied a few empty rooms and then delivered clean towels to each room with an occupant. You’re already running out of energy and it's only noon. “You look like you could use some coffee.” Husk says from behind the bar while wiping down the countertops. “You read my mind, Husker.” You say and take a seat at the bar. He pours you a cup of black coffee and sets it in front of you. “Thank you, you have no idea how much I need this.” “Don’t mention it” He says and returns to his countertops. Husk may seem grumpy all the time but you’ve come to know him as a rather genuine and helpful person.

You drink your coffee slowly and contemplate what you should do next. There are so many chores that need to be done, where should you even start? Nifty should be cleaning the bathrooms or taking out the trash by now. You decide to start dusting next, it shouldn't be too hard. 

After dusting the common areas, you begin on the hallways. You start at the top floor and work your way down. You hum quietly to yourself while wiping the window sills. As you turn a corner, you run into Angel Dust, and spill dusting spray all over his jacket. “Shit!” He says while wiping his jacked off with his hand, Angel looks frantic and upset, you’ve never seen him so scared. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?!” You immediately apologize. “Y/N, I can't find Fat Nuggets anywhere! I took my eyes off of him for one second and he disappeared! My poor baby!” Angel says, clearly in a state. He looks like he might even cry. It’s gonna be okay, we just…need to split up! I’ll head downstairs and you stay up here.”You say, trying to remain calm. Angel nods, and you both go your separate ways.

You search all the rooms on the first and second floor, the lobby, the bar, and even the basement. There is no sign of the little pig. You were sure you would find him rooting around somewhere in the kitchen but still, no Fat Nuggets. You notice the back door is slightly ajar, you definitely didn’t use that door when you were down here earlier. You open it, expecting to have solved the mystery, but still nothing. You lean against the wall and let out a defeated sigh. “Dammit, Fat Nuggets, where are you?” You say out loud. Suddenly there is a rustlin noise inside a tipped over trash can. You lift the lid and inside is a very happy looking little pig. You scoop him up and give him a big hug, he must have gottens stuck out there looking for a snack. As you carry Fat Nuggets upstairs you hear a shriek of joy coming from Angel Dust. “My baby!” He cries as you hand him over. “Don't you ever leave my side again!” He says, baby talking to the little pig while giving him a snuggle. “I owe you one, Y/N.” Angel says with a smile. “Dont worry about it, I’m just happy we found the little guy.” You gently boop the little pig’s nose. —------------ As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of pink and orange across the sky, a sense of tranquility settled over the hotel. The warm glow of the fading sunlight painted the walls in soft, golden hues made the place feel somewhat serene. Finding Fat Nuggets took up the rest of your afternoon and you were feeling unusually exhausted. 

 You head down to the lobby and see Nifty cleaning up the last of the dusting you did earlier.

She greets you as usual. “Good Evening, Miss Y/N! How was your day?” She pauses her cleaning and stares up at you with her single cyclops eye. “I am so worn out, Nifty. How are you?” You return, smiling down at her tiny figure.

“I’m okay. There aren't as many bugs in the hotel to squish anymore so I’m getting pretty bored.” You smile at her, Not entirely sure how to respond to that statement. She always says the wildest stuff, but you’re used to it. Alastor says she's always been pretty quirky. “You should go spend time with your boyfriend.” Nifty teases,”I’ll deal with the rest of the chores.” “Thank you, I could really use a break. Today was a mess.” You say with a sigh of relief. After walking down the long, lavish hallway to Lucifer's room. You open the door slowly, you don't want to wake him if he is asleep. The King is already in bed wearing nothing but a robe and his reading glasses. The lamp next on the bedside table is the only source of light in the room. The blonde haired man is reading a book and glances over at you when he hears you come in. “I was wondering when you��d be here.” He says with a smile on his face. He closes his book and sets it on the nightstand along with his gold rimmed glasses. “Sorry I’m late, I’ve had a really long day.” You admit as you sit on the edge of the bed. “Oh? What did you get up to today?” He asks and crawls toward you. “There was a lot to do around the hotel today, a mountain of dishes and so much cleaning. Like seriously, where does all this dust come from?! Then Angel lost Fat Nuggets and he was outside…” You ramble on and Lucifer listens intently. “Fat Nuggets?” Lucifer chuckles and cocks his head to the side. “His pet pig.” You remind him. “Oh, I see…” Lucifer places his hand on your cheek. His warm touch sends shivers down your spine. He pulls your face closer and kisses your lips gently. Your heart flutters and you kiss him back, blushing slightly.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here now.” Lucifer laughs, knowing exactly what he's doing to you. “Sounds like you need some time off. I notice you do a lot around here, you shouldn’t wear yourself out like that.” “I just want to show Charlie that I support her dream and believe in her.” Your words make Lucifer’s heart swell, the fact that you are trying so hard to impress his daughter is quite possibly the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He smiles at you, his expression full of love and admiration. You return his smile, your face bright red. He pulls you in for a tight hug, burying his face into your hair. “You’re doing just fine, my love. You can let up a little.” He whispers in your ear, “You should let me take care of you for a couple days.” Lucifer's voice is sticky sweet, you can see why Eve was so easily swayed. You melt into his arms and he kisses the top of your head. “I know exactly what you need…” Lucifer days, his voice laced with a mischievous tone. “Do you…?” You ask and giggle at his bold statement. He reluctantly lets go of you and takes off to the bathroom connected to his room. You can hear him turn on the faucet to fill up the tub. Lucifer walks out of the bathroom a few minutes later, he grabs your hand and pulls you close, his eyes half lidded. He kisses your cheek and wraps his arm around your shoulder. “Come with me, my dear.” He leads you to the bathroom, the tub is filled about half way with warm water. The room is filling with steam and the lights are low, a few candles are lit. The ambiance is warm and charming just like he is. Your eyes widen and you feel Lucifer hands tug at your clothes, silently telling you to take them off. Your face feels hot as you start to remove your clothing, piece by piece. You leave them in a pile on the floor, trying your best to keep your composure. “I have to admit I wasn’t expecting this…” You say, Lucifer smirks, pleased with himself and your reactions. He removes his robe, revealing his perfect body. He steps into the tub and turns to you.

"Well, are you coming or not?" He teases, you take his hand and slowly get in the tub with him. He sits behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you just a bit closer. Together, you both leaned back against the edge of the tub, letting the warmth of the water soothe your weary muscles. The stress of the day melted away, you could feel your muscles relax, you lean the back of your head on his shoulder, breathing him in.

"See? Isn't this much better?" Lucifer purrs in your ear.  

You nod and let your eyes close. You can feel him kiss your temple and you can't help but smile. “I definitely needed this…”You murmured, Lucifer's hands begin to roam your body, his hands trace down your arms. 

"You have the most beautiful skin...I can't help but touch it." He whispers and kisses your neck, you sigh softly. "And you always smell like vanilla, I adore that..."

“You flatter me, Lucifer.” You reply. He kisses the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. His hands begin to massage your shoulders, "Are you cold?" He asks, noticing the goosebumps forming on your skin. With gentle hands, his fingertips traced delicate patterns along the contours of your skin. In the hushed ambiance, time seemed to slow, as if caught in the embrace of the moment. “No, I’m fine.” You assure him.” You’re just really good with your hands.” “Is that so?” Lucifer says with a playful tone. He can barely contain himself, the way your body responds to his touch is fascinating to him. Lucifer's hands travel lower down your torso and gently cup your breasts. You hum softly and push your body closer to his.

"My, you're a needy one tonight, aren't you?" He chuckles and runs his thumbs over your nipples. "I think I know exactly how to help you." His hands travel lower and lower until they reach your core. Your breath hitches and your face turns a bright shade of red and Lucifer notices. "Is that okay, my love?" He asks, making sure he's not overstepping his bounds.

"Y-yes, it's more than okay.”

Lucifer's fingers explore your folds, teasing and prodding. His movements are slow and deliberate, as if he's trying to memorize every inch of your body. You gasp as he enters a finger into you. You moan softly and your back slightly arches. "That's it, my love, just let go, let me take care of you." The King’s tone is lustful and alluring. Lucifer adds a second finger and starts thrusting in and out, his thumb rubs your clit. He moves his fingers faster and harder. “Luci…fuck…” You swear followed by another moan, the pleasure is overwhelming. You can feel him smile against your skin, his hand working wonders between your thighs. You bite your lip and whimper, gripping the edge of the tub. Lucifer bites the tip of your ear and quickens his pace. “That’s it my dear, are you gonna cum for me?” Lucifer groans and pushes his fingers deeper inside you. You let out a whimper, a feeling of warmth growing deep within your core. Between the steam from the bathtub and all the stimulation you start to feel a little dizzy. Lucifer groans and buries his face into the crook of your neck. He focuses back on your clit, his middle finger massaging little circles, picking up speed with each second that passes. You can't stop the moans from escaping your mouth, the pleasure is too much. You can't hold back any longer and your body is rocked with wave after wave of pleasure. Lucifer's fingers move slower, helping you ride out the waves of your orgasm. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, your face is bright red. Lucifer pulls his fingers out and wraps his arms around you, hugging you tight.

"Are you alright?" He asks, kissing your neck. You nod and completely relax into Lucifer's body. You lay in the bathtub together, his fingers caress your arm, he presses another kiss to your temple.

"I think it's time you got some rest." He says, barely above a whisper. You both get out of the tub and Lucifer wraps a towel around you.

"You're absolutely perfect." He says with a grin and kisses your nose. You smile at him, continue to dry off and wrap your hair in a towel. Lucifer loans you a pair of his silk pajamas, they are just slightly too big for you. But all that does is add to how comfortable they are. You lay in bed next to him, the covers pulled over your shoulders. He pulls you close and runs his fingers through your hair.

"So, tomorrow you will do no chores, no errands, just relax and take it easy.” He says, with a slightly demanding tone. You lay your head down on his bare chest and he picks up his book. “Yes sir…no chores…” You murmured against his skin. “He chuckles, "Good girl. That's what I like to hear.” He praises while putting his glasses back on. You're exhausted from the day and can barely keep your eyes open. Before long, you fall asleep in the arms of your love, ready for a trouble free day tomorrow. 

[jjunieworld]

spilt milk ⋆｡˚ 🥛 𓂅

part two to the great bake off!! — requested by anon, enjoy! ♡

pairing: choi soobin x afab!reader (no prns!)

genre: smut, pwp (previous part), some fluff if you squint

synopsis: after a particularly messy competition week in the shop, you and soobin are told to stay after hours to clean the bakery up. with soobin winning the title of the best baker who ever lived, you have an idea of what his prize should be.

warnings: soft dom!soobin & somewhat sub!reader, freshly established relationship, soobin has a big fat dick, slight size kink (can you blame me), unprotected sex (pls wrap it i beg!), fingering, oral (m. receiving), making out, slight exhibitionism(?), multiple creampies, multiple orgasms, slight orgasm control, some praise, use of pet names (baby, darling), slight hair pulling (m.), fingers are in mouths, slight dick training(?), lots of teasing, marking, slight overstimulation, some cockwarming

word count: 4.0k┊part one┊masterlist

a/n: i’m sorry but i’m laughing so hard at the cute ass pictures i chose only for you to look down and see the huge paragraph of warnings lmaoo… anon, this one is for you (and for me), you’re welcome!! this was a blast to write even if it did take me forever ♡

it was the day after soobin was crowned the best baker who ever lived, a monday, and the tensions in the competition were at an all time high. you thought you were competing hard before, but it was nothing compared to the all out war you and soobin we’re having right now.

mrs, choi had left the two of you in charge of the bakery while she ran to get some more ingredients and various other things that the bakery needed. honestly, it really didn’t help your competition. everytime one of you had to take your turn up at the register, you would bring the mess from the back of the bakery with you.

dry ingredients was all over the floor near the register. you and soobin were covered in everything under the sun. when mrs. choi had come back, she almost dropped the bags she was carrying in shock. once the two of you had finished all the orders for the day—which didn’t take you all that long at the pace you both were going—mrs. choi pulled you both aside, scolding you and telling you to stay late to clean up. it’s safe to say she wasn’t that happy, though you had to hold in your laugh when she was scolding soobin and flour kept falling from his hair as he nodded.

now you and soobin were near each other, brooms in hand, trying to get the flour and sugar off the floor and failing miserably. “why is this actually impossible?” you asked aloud as you tried to sweep the flour but it only kept spreading. you sighed in defeat and went to wipe off the counters instead.

“i know, it’s making me almost regret going so hard in the competition today…” soobin trailed. so far, soobin had the most points this week. he was washing a huge pile of dishes and looked like wanted to die because of it. you giggled at him as you picked up discarded dough and threw it in the trash.

at least the two of you weren’t a mess anymore. mrs. choi made the two of you go home and shower before coming back. it was a little weird coming back to the bakery while the sun was just over the horizon. the blinds in front of the windows were pulled down and the open sign was turned to closed. the hanging stars were glowing softly when you came to the back to begin cleaning.

once the bakery was finally clean and you and soobin were putting the cleaning supplies away, he suddenly asked, “what’s my prize?” you turned to him, a confused look on your face as you put away the broom. soobin was leaning back on the counter next to the register, a slight pout on his lips.

“what do i get for being crowned the best baker who ever lived?” he asked, his question clearer. there was a hint of a teasing smirk on his face, which you rolled your eyes slightly to. then a thought occurred to you, a mischievous grin forming on your lips. you strolled to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. his arms immediately wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.

you hummed softly. “i’m thinking something soft…” you trailed as you look up at him through hooded eyes. “something warm…” you trailed your fingers down soobin’s chest slowly, continuing until you were a couple of inches above the waistband of his sweatpants. soobin’s eyes followed the motion. your eyes flickered up to him to see he was watching your hand intently, light pink dusting his cheeks.

“something you can fill…” you leaned in to say lowly as you looked into his eyes. you felt something hard against your thigh as soobin’s arms wrapped tighter around your waist. you brought your lips inches from his ear. “would you like that?” you whispered seductively, breath fanning lightly on his neck. goosebumps formed seconds later and you smirked slightly as you pressed feather light kisses to his jawline.

you moved the arm that was still around his neck to cup his face, staring up at him with doe eyes. soobin’s lips were on yours hungrily. his fingertips pressed into the small of your back and you let out a soft moan. your hand lightly palmed the bulge in his sweatpants and soobin backed away your lips, whimpering slightly as he pressed his forehead to yours. “y/n…” he breathed, his breaths were coming out short as you continued your palming.

smiling slightly against his lips, you pulled away and dropped to your knees in front of him, keeping your eyes on his. if the bakery windows weren’t covered right now, it would be a sight to see. “fuck…” he muttered lowly, barely audible for you to hear. the tips of his ears and his cheeks were a deep pink. you hooked your fingers into his waistband and pulled softly, eyes still on his. he squeezed his eyes shut briefly, “please, y/n…”

you were one to oblige. you grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers and pulled them down slowly. soobin’s fingers were gripping the edge of the counter so hard that they were turning white. soobin’s cock sprang up, free from the restraints of his clothes, and bounced lightly off his lower abdomen.

you stared at it with wide eyes. you weren’t expecting soobin’s cock to be so… huge, you had no idea how you were gonna fit it all in your mouth like you originally intended. soobin let out a soft whimper as you started lightly pumping his shaft with both hands. precum trailed down the tip of his cock and you lapped it up.

soobin let out a loud moan, throwing his head back briefly. he looked down at you, eyes glazed. “s-stop teasing…” soobin managed as you continued to pump him and kitten lick his head. he put a hand on your shoulder, pushing you closer. you giggled, the vibrations making him let out another moan, and put him in your mouth slowly. you definitely weren’t going to be able to take all of him, at about half way you were basically deepthroating him. soobin let out a shuddering breath, “please y/n… i need— need you to start moving.” you did as you were told, moving your mouth up and down his shaft slowly.

you could tell soobin was close when his head fell and his cock started to twitch in your mouth. his breathing was heavy and the grip on your shoulder tightened. soobin moved the hand from your shoulder to the back of your head. “i’m so… close… faster…” he whined as he softly moved your head. you wrapped a hand at the base of his shaft and started pumping as you sucked him off faster.

the cord finally snapped and you felt warm liquid pour into your mouth and down your throat. you hummed, continuing your motions as you helped soobin ride out his high. he was a whimpering mess in front of you. you pulled soobin’s cock out your mouth slowly, staring up at him as you swallowed his cum. that almost undid him again completely as he moaned your name softly between haggard breaths.

soobin cupped your face and pulled you to your feet, crashing his lips onto yours. it was sloppy and desperate as he slid his hands down your waist and to your thighs. he hooked his hands under them and lifted you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his bare waist. the tip of his dick brushed against your ass and you rocked your hips at the touch. you needed him. needed his huge cock inside you, filling you up, begging you to break. soobin moaned against your lips, sending a shiver up your spine.

you were backed against the wall where the chalkboard menu was as you and soobin hungrily kissed each other. you pushed your hips off the wall and towards his needily. pulling away, you let out a moan and soobin’s lips immediately found your neck, sucking down on it. moving your neck so he could get better access, you whimpered as he found your sweet spot. “soobin…”

soobin hummed as he pressed kisses to the sensitive marks. you shivered slightly. “need you… please…” you whined as his tip brushed against you again. you were sure the panties you wore were soaked and soobin had barely even touched you. soobin trailed his kisses from your neck to your cheek. you hardly felt him move you to the back of the bakery, too drunk on his lips on yours.

it wasn’t until you were bent over the ingredients table, soobin pulling your leggings and wet panties down and discarding them off to the side somewhere, that you realized you were in a different part of the bakery. you gasped at the sudden exposure and looked back to soobin. he pressed his body up against you, his dick rubbing against your ass. soobin looked down at you, desire swirling in his eyes. he placed his hands on your hips as you grinded back onto him, needing some sort of friction.

soobin put his head in the crook of your neck as you whimpered. “you know how i got the title of the greatest baker alive?” soobin asked you lowly, lips coming to your ear. he held your hips in place when you tried to grind back on him again and instead lifted one of your legs onto the table. soobin pressed light kisses across your back until he was at your other ear. one of his hands trailed from your hip down to your clit. he started rubbing small circles onto it. you arched your back, moaning his name as you melted underneath him. “by being good with my hands,” soobin continued, whispering in your other ear. his breath fanned your neck as his fingers traveled further.

you looked back to him, a desperate look on your face, as you grinded back on him again. his hard cock rubbed slightly on your entrance and you fell down onto the table at the euphoria. using the hand that was on your hip, soobin trails it up under your shirt and up your stomach as he pulls you up and back towards him until your head is leaning against his chest. his hand cups your breast, thumb rubbing your nipple slightly. your shirt rises at the action, exposing your other breast to the cold wind. “would you like to see how good i am with my hands?”

whimpering at his touch, all you can do is look up into his eyes and nod. “let me hear your pretty words, baby.” soobin speaks as he rubs his two long fingers against your entrance. you’re breathing heavily and it takes you everything you have to push out words. “p-please…”

soobin’s fingers halt its movements. “please what?” you take your lip between your teeth and bite down hard and inhale sharply at the loss of friction. “please soobin—” your head falls slightly and soobin takes the hand from your breast and tilts it back up so you’re staring at him again. “show… show me how— how good you are…” you finally push out. soobin gives you a satisfied smile and presses his lips to yours at the same time as he pushes two slender fingers into you.

gasping loudly against his lips, your knees almost buckled had it not been for the fact that soobin was holding you up. he pumped his fingers in and out of you, trying to go slowly but you were so wet his fingers quickly became slick with your arousal, moving faster than intended. “fuck y/n… you’re so wet. and it’s all for me.”

soobin locked his lips with yours, keeping you against him as kept fucking you so you wouldn’t double over. his long fingers then curled against your walls, hitting just the right spot. you moaned against his lips, “don’t stop… d-don’t—”

the difference between how soobin was kissing you and how he was fingering you sent your head into even more of a daze. he was kissing you so slowly, so softly as his fingers pushed in and out of you relentlessly. it had you clenching around him as the squelching sounds and your desperate moans and whimpers filled the room. “i won’t, baby, i won’t.”

your body shuddered as your back arched suddenly. you pulled away from soobin’s lips as you struggled to breathe. “gonna cum…” you trailed off breathily. soobin continued his pumping and started rubbing your nipple again. he pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck. you felt his smile when you shivered from it. “cum for me, darling. all over my fingers.”

drowning in the pleasure soobin was giving you, you came all over his fingers just like he told you to. soobin didn’t stop, in fact he started fucking you with his fingers faster. your hands clenched against the table as you moaned his name, completely fucked out.

soobin took his fingers out of you, holding it in front of you to see as the remaining white liquid dripped out of you and down your thigh. his whole hand was dripping with your release, drops of it falling onto the table. “look at how good you did, baby. you took my fingers so well.” you took his hand, staring up at him through glazed and hooded eyes, and put his wet fingers in your mouth. you smiled lazily at him as you pull them out slowly, relishing in the way his eyes widen a fraction. soobin took his thumb and dragged it across your bottom lip and chin, picking up the cum that dripped onto it. he pushed his thumb into your mouth and you gladly sucked the cum off of it. soobin placed a sloppy kiss on your lips, his tongue dancing in your mouth as he tasted your arousal.

he pulls away and turns you around, pushing you down gently onto the table by your shoulders and lifting your legs onto it. “i wanna see your pretty face when i fuck you.” you lean back to one side on your elbow, still breathing heavily from your orgasm. you reach for his cock and pump it slowly. “soobin… i need you… inside me…” you whimper.

soobin spreads your legs and pushes them towards your chest as he leans forward and kisses you. pulling away, he looks at you with genuine concern. “are you sure you can take it all?” you nod rapidly. instead of his cock, soobin pushes three fingers into you. he does it with ease as he slowly moves them in and out of you, leaning forward and kissing you.

whining against his lips, you buck your hips up, which causes his fingers to go deeper into you. you cried out in pleasure. “please… i need it,” you moan. soobin chuckles as he takes his fingers out and puts them in his own mouth, you groan at the sight, head falling back against the wall. he takes his cock and lines it up with your entrance, rubbing it with his tip a little. “you want my cock?” you buck your hips again, a whimper escaping your lips.

soobin laughs softly and pushes his thick cock into you slowly, his head flying back as he let out a moan as you stretch around him. his cock is inside you halfway when he stops, letting you adjust. he leans down to kiss you as he starts rubbing slow circles on your clit.

once you adjust, he starts moving slowly, only ever putting half of him inside you. you arch your back, getting used to how much he already fills you up. you’re already close to cumming again and soobin can tell as your walls clench around him and your legs shake. his hands are against the wall as he squeezes his eyes shut briefly. you grind up against him and it almost takes the both of you out. his head falls as he places his hands flat on the table and your brows scrunch up as you both let out an entangled moan.

soobin takes his cock out from inside you and you whine at the loss. he laughs lowly, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine and to your core. his fingers stop rubbing your clit and tears prick at your eyes from how badly you need the sensation back. “you want it that badly?” soobin asks you lowly, his voice soft as he leans down close to your lips. all you can do is lean your head against the wall and nod.

“let me hear your words, baby.” soobin continues his slow circles on your clit.

“please…” you whisper desperately, running your hands through his hair and pulling a little so that it pulls his head back. “i-i need your cock… badly…” soobin moaned softly and you chased his lips, needing his lips on yours, as you clawed at his back. he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then pulled away from you fully. soobin then takes his other hand and grabs one of your legs and puts it over his shoulder. he doesn’t even get you time to moan at the new angle your clit is being rubbed at before he shoves his cock back inside you, completely bottoming out. you gasp as the sudden feel of him, back arching and hips rolling involuntarily.

soobin gives you a second of adjustment before he thrusts sharply into you. you let out a loud cry of pleasure as you melt under him. soobin continues his quick thrusts into you, making sure he pulls all the way out until just his tip is inside you before slamming back into you again. he holds your leg to his chest tightly and the slow circles on your clit become fast ones. you're a whimpering mess under him, only being able to moan his name, as you grip onto the edge of the table desperately.

“is this what you want? for me to fuck you like this?” soobin asks you through pants, pummeling into you faster. you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut, crying out as you feel yourself cum again and your back arches more. soobin fucks the cum back into you. you whine, barely nodding, as your clit grows more and more sensitive from his circling. your breaths are coming out haggard under his unrelenting movements and you can tell he’s close by the way his thrusts grow sloppier and his hips jerk.

soobin takes his hand from your clit and you finally get a full breath in. your brain is foggy with pleasure and you see that his is too. his eyes are glazed over as he stares down at his cock entering and exiting you. the sounds coming from your bodies are downright pornographic. the wetness as soobin fucks mercilessly into you, your skin slapping hard against each other, the creaking of the table under you, and the loud, desperate moans and whimpers that are leaving the both of your lips. it’s all too much. so much that it almost makes you cum again and you lean your head back, tears in your eyes, to look at the ceiling.

soobin suddenly grabs your jaw, making you look him in the eyes. “speak up, baby. tell me how you want me to fuck you.” he says low and breathily. you stare at him through your lashes, breathy moans coming from your mouth as you shake violently under him from another orgasm.

“i-i want you to fuck me hard…” you manage, “senseless…” a satisfied grin plays on his lips as he pulls your face towards him for a deep kiss that quickly turns sloppy as he releases into you, filling you up even more to the point where cum is dripping out of you and onto the table.

soobin’s kisses turn soft as his thrusts slow to a stop and he whispers words of praise in your ear. you’re both panting and sweaty at the whole exchange as you pull away from each other. soobin holds you close, cock still inside you, as your shaking ceases and he rubs circles into your back. “you did so good for me, darling. you took my cock so well. i’m proud of you.” once you’re still again, he wipes the stray tears that escaped from your eyes off your cheeks and cups your face, pressing feather light kisses on your eyes. he brings his forehead to yours and gives you a soft kiss on the nose that you giggle at as you lean back on your hands.

finally, soobin pulls out of you and releases a river of cum with it onto the table that drips down to the floor. he smirks down at it before looking back at you, his smirk growing at how fucked out you look. you barely even register the smirk. it disappears as his eyes then go soft, cupping your face again.

“too much?” soobin asked, concern lacing his voice. you remove your leg from his shoulder, the feeling of stickiness intensifying. you shook your head as a dazed smile spreads across your lips. “it was just enough. it was perfect.” you lean over to kiss him and soobin chuckles against your lips.

“what are you gonna do about all of this?” you ask and motion down to your half naked bodies covered in cum. your legs are still spread to avoid sticking them together. the bottom of soobin’s shirt and his sweatpants were ruined with the amount of cum on them. there was cum on your shirt too and you didn’t even know where your leggings and panties were.

“how are we gonna clean up all this cum and go back out into society i think is the better question.” soobin responded, his cheeks flushed. you giggled, and he looks back up to you. “i didn’t know i’d do this good of a job…” you press light kisses to his cheeks.

soobin grabs a warm wet napkin and cleans you up, making sure to be extra gentle. he laughs softly when you twitch from the sudden wetness. he helps you off the table, avoiding the liquids on the ground, and cleans himself off after. you pull your shirt down and look around for your bottoms as soobin pulls up his boxers and sweatpants.

“nice outfit,” you laugh, pulling up your leggings. soobin looks down at the dried cum and laughs. “i could say the same to you,” he replies. he grabs your hips and pulles you close, his arms then wrapping around your waist. you wrapped yours around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair.

“you’re not sore?” he asks softly, “not hurting anywhere?” you press a kiss to his cheek that causes a dimpled smile to show up. you pressed another to his lips. “not hurting anywhere and not sore… yet…” you giggled softly at him. “you don’t have to be so concerned, i’m okay!” after assuring him a couple more times, soobin finally believed you.

it’s safe to say that the two of you had to stay even longer after hours than expected cleaning everything again and fixing the chalkboard menu. you also had to leave the bakery wearing your aprons. for the rest of the week—and honestly, permanently after—soobin was worshiping the ground you walked on.

of course, you had told your best friend sunoo about the events and he almost screamed in the middle of chaconne, flowers flying everywhere. “you’re welcome!” he said, crossing his arms smugly with a satisfied grin. you had to once again remind him that he had no part in your relationship. “i’m the one who told you about the bakery! without me, you’d never get any creampies!” he winked and gave you a pointed look towards your neck that were covered with hickeys badly hidden with a scarf.

you hid your face in your hands as heat spread across it. maybe it was a bad idea telling sunoo about you and soobin having sex…

the shift after at the bakery was awkward to say the least. you both could barely focus on the goods you were making or the competition because you kept thinking about the previous night’s events. the two of you had forgotten about the cameras and soobin had to run to erase the footage before his mom checked them. that surely would’ve been an awkward conversation to have that you were glad was avoided.

the both of you did watch it before deleting it, though, and watching the two of you have sex was a whole other experience. one that you often brought up everytime you wanted to catch soobin off guard and see his pretty cheeks tinged pink.

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about co-workers, enemies (kind of) with benefits, filthy disgusting hate-fuck with carmy…

sometimes you get tired of him running his mouth, being rude and mean, barking orders around without a care. i’m thinking of this third season, of changing the menu everyday. i’m thinking the stress of everyone in that kitchen, carmen making tina redo the dishes, and one day he makes you redo the dish. it’s nonsense, you are out of time, your dish is actually perfect but carmen and his stupid need for every little detail to be out of this world when it’s not even necessary. so, you fight back. it’s perfect chef, there’s no need to do it again. and that starts a back and forth, him repeating if it’s not perfect, it doesn’t go out. and syd trying to help stop it, it even takes richie to interfiere. until carmen says something like if you don’t stop yapping and do what i say, maybe you are not made for this job. the dish is not perfect, so when i say redo, you redo. and if you don’t like it, then you can walk out the door and don’t come back. but that would just prove me right because you are not made for this. so, redo the dish. is that clear, chef? that brings silence, except the noise of the people eating and chatting, and the cooking going on. syd and richie just stare, they can’t believe carmen just dismissed you like your job means nothing, like you aren’t one of the best cooks in this place. and you can’t believe it either, so you stare hard into carmen’s blue deep eyes, saying yes chef and throwing the food into the trash to go back to work. and he seems guilty about it. that happens on monday. you don’t object anything else the rest of the evening, in fact, you don’t talk to him for the rest of the week.

when nat and syd had tired the fuck out of carmen, saying he should apologize. because now, the tension in the restaurant just feel like everything is about to explode. and plus to that, you two don’t fuck because you don’t even aknowledge him. so, he apologies. kind of. by text. and you don’t respond.

until you see each other on monday. and the whole day feels slow. and the end of the shift, after everyone cleans and goes home. you are waiting for him in his office, you two are absolutely alone.

i forgive you. kind of. you say, sitting on the edge of the desk while carmen closes the door.

kind of? he looks dizzy, like he can’t believe you are here and talking to him, like he missed the sound of your voice.

mhm… it will be entirely if you show it. he comes closer, your hands on his shoulders, his hands on your hips. looking at your lips, dying to get a kiss. so he gets close to your face, ready to feel your mouth. until you push him back with your hand on his chest. you will have to get on your knees first, carmen.

and he does, my god. your jeans and panties throw in the floor and his face deep in your cunt. all he tastes and feels and breaths is you, his eyes rolling back. your thighs on the sides of his head, keeping him caged (like he would dare to scape) and your hands gripping his hair. the slurping noise is disgustingly loud. you are so wet and he is so hungry. fucks you with his tongue and sucks your clit, all your juice and his spit is dripping on his chin, and it is a sight. and you moan so lost in it, not letting your opportunity to scape.

missed this cunt so much, huh? mhm, if you say you are sorry i will let you fuck it.

and he makes you cum. on his tongue. and his fingers. and his cock. apologizing for being so mean!

i’m sorry baby. pretty pussy so fucking good, i won’t let it happen again, oh… i- i won’t let this needy whore without my cock for so long, i’m sorry-

oh WOOOOOOOWWWWW another brilliant morning it seems!

but yes yes yes because sometimes carmen is just SO mean that you don’t even want to fuck the anger out. it’s easier to shove him away and make him realise that, despite everything, there actually is a line between the two of you. a difference between just right and too far.

that week where you don’t talk is agonising.

since this little deal came up, carmen has been jerking off a lot less. why would he, when he has you? but now it’s like this chore that is nagging, needing to be done. four days in and he’s completely wrecked, strung tight and more agitated than normally.

he’s slamming all the doors when he gets home, throwing his wallet on the table. carmen just wants to go to sleep and forget everything, but after he’s tugged his clothes off, ready for a shower, he notices that glint of pink fabric on his dresser.

your goddamn underwear that he stole.

and, fuck, he tries to ignore it. but his mind lingers as the hot water beats down on his back, his body having gone far too long worked up.

carmen ignores it as he dries his hair, wraps a towel around his waist. says it’s stupid, that having it around is a cruel reminder of all the nice things in life he destroys.

he picks up the fabric with intention of ridding of it, but once it’s in his palm, carmen finds his feet move in the opposite direction. his cock is stirring at the mere thought, the soft texture between his fingers, the memory of stuffing it into your mouth.

he’d washed them since then, of course, and had been intending on returning them. but, if carmen couldn’t have you, then maybe this would be fine?

so he fists the cotton tight around his cock, once again soiled with the pre that continuously spills out. carmen would never admit it, but his mind is stuck on you, unable to envision anything but your mouth, your pussy clenching around him.

do you miss him, too? he doesn’t know. probably not.

jerking off doesn’t even feel that good, either. it’s not the same. nothing will be the same, now that he’s had a taste of what you can do to him.

so carmen is quick with it, jaw tense and brows furrowed together, focusing on cumming just because he really wants to go to sleep.

it’s the image of your teary face that sends him over the edge, splattering sticky white over his abdomen. the last few drops are squeezed from his weeping cock, soaking into the pink underwear that provide a delicious friction, almost bordering on painful as he milks himself dry.

that’s the night when he finally texts you a half-apology.

[daisymbin]

hitorijanai - yoon jeonghan

warnings: some use of profanities, slight mention of uncertainty, slight children talk, let me know if I miss any

pairing: yoon jeonghan x female reader (use of she)

genre: girldad!jeonghan, comfort, established relationship

word count: 2.6k

a/n: 1. fuck taeil i hope he burns and rots in hell

2. this was supposed to be proofread & posted 2-3 weeks ago but my family suddenly came to visit me cause I moved out the country (i knew they were coming but i forgot) & I had to spend time with them so here i am 5 days after jeonghan's birthday 🥲 sorry for the extremely late post.

3. SEVENTEEN ASIA TOURRRR theyre coming!!!!!! no ot13 but I will be grateful & happy to see all the other members. until next time, mr yoon jeonghan!!!!

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for months on end, jeonghan has been trying to plan out the perfect weekend for your little family on your wedding anniversary but he was having trouble planning it as you were home as much as he was, he just had no chance! he got lucky however, when you had told him on a Wednesday afternoon that on friday, you had to return to your mom's place & stayover for a night as she needed help with something. then it struck him, this is his chance!

friday afternoon_

“hannie-ah, don't forget to throw out the trash and wash the dishes later, okay?” you asked while you were standing by the door with your overnight bag on the floor, putting your sneakers on. “do you really need to tell me this 3 times? I've got it! go spend time with your mom, I'll be waiting at home for you with ha-rin.” jeonghan snakes his hand up your arms only for them to find home at the back of your neck, pulling you in for a gentle kiss. “come back home safely to me, okay?” he asked as he pulled away to look at you, you had simply nodded, “I'll be back tomorrow evening hannie.”

As soon as the door to your apartment was closed shut, jeonghan wasted no time taking his plans into action. “ha-rin ah, you know this weekend is appa & eomma's anniversary right? appa needs to decorate our house to surprise eomma, can you help me?” jeonghan asked. “but appa, what about lunch? I'm hungry! can we eat first?” ha-rin had her tiny brows scrunched together as her tiny hands held onto her stuffed bunny's hand, dragging it around. “of course, give appa 20 minutes okay? I'll turn on pengsu for you on the TV, you can watch as you wait okay?” with that, jeonghan picks ha-rin up and headed straight to the living room.

whipping up a quick lunch for ha-rin wasn't anything difficult, but the swirling thoughts at the back of his mind about things like: where to start? will he have enough time? will you like it? what if it's lacking? all these questions were definitely making a simple lunch far too difficult, a small slip of his hand & jeonghan has accidentally cut himself with the knife. fuck jeonghan grumbled softly. “appa! are you okay?” ha-rin's concerned voice echoed from behind him, the cut stings but jeonghan could only reassure ha-rin that he was okay. jeonghan thinks to himself: he's not about to crumble with just 30 minutes of you being gone. he can do this! it's just a cut, it's just lunch, it's just some decorations. yeah, he can do that, right?

“ha-rin ah, appa's is okay. can you give me 10 more minutes? I'm almost done making lunch.” jeonghan has mustered all the energy he could find in himself to force a smile at his daughter, he could only hope his 4 year old can't see right through him like her mother can. “appa, but eomma says if we have a boo-boo, we have to kiss it better! I can help you!” jeonghan merely giggled when he heard his daughter, “okay, let me clean up and put a bandaid over it first, okay?”

saturday morning_

“yoon ha-rin! are you hiding all the balloons in your room? you can't just keep them because they're pink! I know its your favourite colour but this is for eomma, can you please bring it out?” ha-rin strutted back to her room sulkily with a cute pout adorning her lips, pulling the string of pink heart balloons out of her room before hastily running off to retrieve the drawing she had finish for her mother. “appa! appa! I finished my drawing! is it pretty?” ha-rin presented her drawing, waiting for her father's reaction. she had used up all her tiny fingers and small hands to litter dozens of colourful flowers all over the once empty drawing block, she had even used her elbows to draw the sun as both her small hands were covered in different paint colours. “everything you create is beautiful ha-rin, including this one.” jeonghan had answered as he placed a peck of kiss on her fluffy cheeks which only made ha-rin happier than she already was, clapping both her paint covered hands together in excitement. “do you want to give it to eomma like this or do you want to hang it up?” “I want to hang it up and surprise eomma!!” harin-rin squealed excitedly.

just when jeonghan thought he had everything together & that it was all perfect: ah the dishes and trash it had almost slipped his mind. he was so focused on decorating the house that after cooking yesterday's lunch and dinner, he forgot to do the dishes and throw the trash. “ha-rin ah can you help me gather all the newspapers you laid out under your drawing block on the floor just now? appa has to throw the trash before your eomma gets home.” a light smile paints his face as he thinks back to a few hours earlier where he had asked ha-rin to lay out newspapers on the floor so that the paint won't get on the tiles; he ended up having to change the newspapers 3 times.

saturday afternoon_

jeonghan glanced at the clock, feeling the pressure. ha-rin was running around with balloons, and the house was still a mess. whilst distracted, jeonghan lost his balance while hanging decorations and tumbled off the stool, knocking over paint cans. pain shot through his ankle as he hit the ground.

“appa!” ha-rin’s voice was filled with worry.

“I’m okay,” jeonghan reassured her, but he knew he was hurt. the house was in chaos, and he hadn’t even touched the dishes or the trash yet.

meanwhile, after a tense argument with your mother, you decided to come home early, hoping to find comfort in your small family. you sent jeonghan a text, but he didn’t see it, too focused on cleaning up the mess and dealing with his injury.

walking into the apartment, you were shocked. paint was everywhere, the trash was overflowing, and the dishes were piled up still. “yoon jeonghan!” you yelled. “what happened?!”

“I can explain!” he stammered, but you were too upset to listen. you were seeing red & nothing he's saying is going in.

“you couldn’t even throw out the trash or wash the dishes? and look at this mess! I've been gone for less than 24 hours and this house turns into a god damn jungle!”

ha-rin, overhearing, stomped her foot; coming into her father's defence. “eomma, don’t yell at appa! he was trying to make everything nice for you!” ha-rin angrily picks up her torn out drawing block sheets of art that she deemed wasnt pretty enough for you as she ran off into her room in riot; thinking jeonghan had made you upset, slamming her door.

you finally noticed jeonghan wincing in the now very quiet living room, you turn around to see his hand on his ankle. “hannie-ah, are you hurt?” you asked, your anger melting into concern as you reached your hands out to hold his. despite the pain in this ankle, jeonghan's once tensed muscles now relax under the gentle touch of your hand. suddenly, his ankle doesn't hurt as much & his once drained energy is being fully recharged at the sound of hannie coming out of you.

“oh…i slipped while putting up the balloons,” joonghan admitted embarrassingly, “and I cut my hand earlier. I was trying to surprise you, but everything went wrong.” jeonghan slumped dejectedly.

you softened, kneeling beside him as you take his hands. “i’m sorry i didn’t realize sooner. you didn’t have to do all this…” you say as your eyes start to water, the feeling of guilty and anger at yourself combined with the frustration from the argument you had with your mother was almost too much for you to bare suddenly. “i just wanted everything to be perfect for you,” jeonghan reassured you as he slides his thumb against the back of your hand.

you smiled and kissed his cheek. “you and ha-rin are all I need,” you retrieved your hands to wipe your tears away before cleaning them on your shirt as you held your hand out, “come on, let's go to the hospital and get your ankle checked, then we can clean together when we get back."

saturday night_

ha-rin peeked into your room, “eomma are you still mad

you shook your head. “no, my little angel, come here.” she ran into your arms, and together, the three of you watched tv in your bedroom, laughing and enjoying the time together. “actually…..” you start out, “ha-rin ah, don't you have a playdate with hae-eun tomorrow morning? shouldn't you be sleeping now?” you asked in hopes your daughter would give you some alone time with jeonghan….you had something you needed to tell him. “oh- I almost forgot about tomorrow!” ha-rin quickly sat up from where she was laying her head on your chest, “goodnight eomma goodnight appa!” she moved in closer to peck both you and jeonghan on the cheek and you both do the same to her.

as soon as you watch the bedroom door close behind ha-rin, nervousness and anxiety start to churn your tummy. you were admittedly, worried about how jeonghan will take the news. you turn to look at jeonghan to meet his worried eyes, “are you okay?” he asked as he reached for your hands. “it's not like you to chase ha-rin out of our bedroom…..” his voice trails off slowly before he begins again, “is something wrong?” his concerned eyes searched yours. “hannie-ah…I have something to tell you…” you turn around to reach for the drawer of your bedside table, pulling out pictures of your ultrasound scan from a few days ago and placing them in your husband’s hands as you wait for his reaction. “is this…?” jeonghan's face paints a looks of surprise and happiness; just as you had hoped he would be. you couldn't quite interpret yet for sure though, because this second baby? yeah, it wasn't planned… “I'm preg-” “you're pregnant? oh my god you're pregnant! I'm gonna get to be a dad again!” you watch fondly & adoringly as jeonghan's eyes widened in realisation, how could you ever think he would take the news badly?

“I'm just worried.”

“what about, angel?”

“like, is now really the time? your career will definitely be affected more or less, one way or another, what about our sleep oh my god we won't get any sleep if this kid is anything like ha-rin as a baby. & god, what about ha-rin? is she okay with this? what if she isn't opened to the idea of having another child around? what if that's not what she wants? what if you're too busy? what if i have to do this alone this time? what if-”

“you're doing it again,” he says as he rests his hand atop of yours, reassuring you. “you're spiralling & overthinking again.” his lifts his free hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear before resting his hand in between your jaw and neck, his thumb caressing your soft cheeks soothingly. “you haven’t even asked me how i feel about this….” he says; hinting you. there was a slight hint of disappointment to his voice, but it quickly disappears. “well…what do you think hannie?” your glossy eyes lift themselves and finds sight of jeonghan.

“personally, I think whatever time is right as long as its with you, and as long as its what you want. don't worry too much about my career, I was well prepared for whatever was to happen & to take on whatever burden and struggles we might have in the future the day i asked you to marry me." he paused to give you a soft smile.

"do you remember when 8 years ago, you asked if i was serious about us because you felt like we were drifting apart? you were so angry that you even asked if I ever thought about marrying you. I never told you this but the truth was that, i've always wanted to marry you, from the very start, I had just put it at the back of my mind, but somewhere along the line, i realised that if i really wanted to marry you, i had to be prepared. as they always say, love alone just isnt enough sometimes & i never want that to happen to us so i had to be prepared & i had to make sure none of these other factors affect our relationship. I was working day & night, meeting clients of all sorts to build the company & and giving it more stability, making sure I have enough spare funds before I dare take your hand in mine, angel. thats why i was spending more time away from you, because i want to marry you. when i asked you to marry me, i told you i'd let you live a comfortable life without having to work, that if you wanted, we could open that book cafe & that i'd spend all most of my free time with you didn't I? didn't we end up opening that book cafe you've always wanted? the company will do fine without me for a couple of months, ive built it up, havent i?” jeonghan asked with a certain softness to his eyes, as well as his voice. they soften just for you.

“also we're still young, let's really worry about sleep when we hit late 40s, as for ha-rin, she's been asking for a baby brother for awhile now.” “and what if it's not a boy? what if it's a girl? what if that's not what ha-rin wants…-”

“eomma!!!! are we really having a baby?” both you & jeonghan whipped your head around so quick you wouldn't be surprised if they snapped. oh no, did ha-rin hear you? should you just ask her now and get it over and done with? “ha-rin ah,” you say as you helped her back up onto the bed. “appa always tells you you're an angel who got sent to us right?” she nodded her head in response, “appa said I was a good angel & I've come here to do good deeds & help even more children learn to do good deeds!” she answered with ease, her bunny now in her hand. “yes, that's right. but i think eomma and appa must have been really good people in our past lives too because another angel is coming to us.” you said gently, gauging her reaction this time.

“really? is it a boy? a girl?” she asked excitedly as she clapped her hands, “we don't know yet baby, but would you be okay if it was a girl? would you be upset?” you asked as you start to comb your hands through her hair. “if its a boy then we'll be best friends & if its a girl then we'll be the bestest best friend!!!!! i can share my toys!!!!” her toothy-grin was all too much for your weak heart; you picked her up and brought her cheeks up to your lips, peppering her baby soft skin with your playful kisses. “ha-rin ah, why dont you ask eomma what she thinks about this situation? your eomma wont tell me if she's excited or not. i've been happy alone for the past 10 minutes!” jeonghan interrupted as he teasingly sulked.

“appa! we can celebrate and be happy together! eomma too! eomma is excited, of course! didn't you see her smile just now?” ha-rin asked as she now directs her attention on her father. “did she? I didn't see her smile…tell me, pretty, what do you think? ha-rin & I are happy & ready, are you?” a soft sigh escapes your lips as you smile happily genuinely, “I am.” you answer your husband as he smiles knowingly, feeling relieved & at peace at being able to shut your uncertainties down. “I'm going to get sally & we can all sleep together!!!” ha-rin announces as she jumps off the bed & dashes off to her bedroom to retrieve her stuffed giraffe.

“& darling, about what you said earlier,” jeonghan's voice was soothingly gentle yet painfully firm & confident. maybe it's because he knows what he says next has been true & will continue to be, “when have i ever let you do or go through anything alone?”

[mushroomates]

the fellowship and housekeeping/home decor:

frodo: not his work but still a cozy place. well decorated and tasteful, if not a bit maximalist. bilbo did almost all of the leg work for bagend to look as great as it does and frodo barely keeps up with chores. sunday is laundry day and he washes dishes half well but that’s about it.

sam: what a pleasant place to be. always has a cup of tea ready and slippers by the door. well maintained household, has a self-prescribed chore chart and weekly deep cleaning tasks. always has the guest bedroom made up and loves changing sheets.

pippin: hell hole. adhd clutter. it’s a miracle he functions half as well as he does. hired help comes every other day but you wouldn’t know it by the way things are. has four separate mold colonies in various spots of his bedroom. somehow lost his bedframe and sleeps with his mattress on the floor.

merry: well thought out design to minimize chores. you don’t need to sweep the floors if the whole house is carpeted. doesn’t need to change his bedding if he sleeps on top of the sheets, avoids dusting top shelves by having low to ground storage, etc. tried throwing out all his silverware to avoid dishes. sam regifted him the same set he threw out for his birthday. weird house but very functional.

gandalf: he has no house to keep or decorate. he does, however, keep and decorate others houses. he is my wildest dream and worst nightmare, will not help with dishes but takes to dusting the stairs for whatever reason. no, it is not something anyone asked him to do nor was it needed. leaves little presents around the house for you to find. i did not want a thimble full of sand, but thank you anyways.

aragorn: house husband. will not let his wife do dishes, sweep, take out the trash, or any chores if he can help it. acts of service are this man’s MO and he loves taking care of his wife and even if it’s by wrestling a dirty plate out of her hands. (arwen provides aragorn with a to-do list as well as explicit instructions on how to do them. she also writes the grocery list). arwen also decorated the house and it’s very classy yet cozy. tasteful grandma vibes.

boromir: hand carved mahogany furniture. beautiful cross stitch of his family, small wooden statues and trinkets. very lovely and hand crafted home that he takes care of to the best of his ability. it’s a bit stuffy and smells like pine, but is generally well maintained. his workshop, though, is spotless.

legolas: there’s a small tree growing out of his toilet and plant clippings in the sink. the bath is filled with dirt and rocks and there’s a small wild garden filling out his bathroom. it’s like a self maintained ecosystem and is almost impressive. dishes are everywhere and clothes artfully draped across the floor and every surface.

gimli: don’t ask to see his rock collection. it takes up the whole living room and is alphabetized. it is the focal point and he will stand in front of the shelves until you mention it. will give you a guided tour of his rocks. maintains it actively as well as the rest of his household. very conscious of dust and dirt, sweeps regularly. he needs to.

gollum: burn it. cave creature gremlin who fears the sun does not keep a pleasant abode. my hackles are raised and my feet slimed; this place is unknown grease and fish bones incarnate. i do not enter this place willingly and leave a changed soul. dank, damp and distasteful. there’s a pile of something in the corner that he either sleeps in or hides fish guts for later in. maybe both.

[orcelito]

So yeah I don't think I'm gonna manage ITNL update tonight. Too tired for writing brain. But I'm gonna keep working at it. Maybe tomorrow, if I'm lucky. If not then, then Monday.

The good news is I have Three days off next week (decadent!) So I'm gonna have more time for. Things.

[xcherryerim]

Roommates Conflict

Mike Schmidt x afab fem!reader

word count: 3919.

warning: NSFW 18+, sexual tension, roommates to ???, stuck fetishism (the reader is stuck on the couch), consensual sex, porn with a plot, SoftDom Mike (little hints of submissiveness tho), pet names (princess, and baby), no use of y/n, in the middle of sex apology / love confession, a bit of fingering.

This is my first time writing smut so please let me know how it was so I can improve. If there are spelling mistakes, I'm sorry. My first language is Spanish.

summary: After fighting with your roommate for a month, you decide to discuss your issues with Mike but, your plans don't go accordingly, and then...Mike finds you stuck on the couch.

credits: @/kithsune for the separator

Mike has been your roommate for seven months now. At first, you thought sharing an apartment with a grown man and his little sister was about to be hell. Surprisingly, everything worked out. Mike was responsible and clean, and his sister was easy to care for. When you finally thought Mike was the best roommate imaginable, things quickly shifted.

You’re not sure if it is the long hours Mike must work or his lack of sleep making him grumpier and prone to irritation, but for the past month, the routine has been this: When you wake up after Abby is off to school and it’s just the two of you, Mike snaps, scolding you for forgetting to clean a few dishes, not finishing drying your laundry, not taking the trash out the week you were supposed to, etc.

You barely opened your eyes, and he was already being a bitch. Then, around 6 a.m., you waited for him to get home after his shift and pointed out that he was a hypocrite since he hadn’t done any major chores himself. Sometimes he pretends you aren’t there, he hisses, or he just accepts the truth and does the chores half-assed.

Today, however, you have a break from your usual responsibilities. And luckily, Abby is with her aunt for the day. Abby’s birthday was a few days ago, and Jane forgot. To keep up the façade of being a perfect aunt, she promised to take Abby to Disneyland, aka the fair down the street. How sweet.

You don’t mind, Abby. She is quiet, but a well-mannered kid. However, you wanted alone time with Mike to discuss the heated tension between the two. You decided to clean the apartment and do his chores for the day, like the dishes, sweeping the floor, throwing the trash, and even going grocery shopping so he didn’t have to go tomorrow. You knew he needed a break, too.

You finished the chores ten minutes before Mike would get to the apartment. When you sat on the old, washed-out couch, you felt a pointy object poke your lower back. The item slides down, going to the inside of the couch. A light sigh escapes from your lips as you turn, placing your knees on top of the sofa seat. You let both of your arms inside the couch, trying to find the mysterious gadget. After a few minutes of struggling, you catch it. You can tell it’s Abby’s gaming controller. She lost it a long time ago, so you know she’ll be happy to play on her console once again.

When you try to free your arms, it does nothing. You used your body force to pull away, but there was no use. You were stuck. You still insisted on doing anything to let you escape this embarrassment, and the thought of Mike seeing you like this sent shivers down your spine. You knew he would make fun of you until one of you moved out. With your strength running out, you pulled once more. No use. Loud steps filled the room, and you feared that your worst nightmare had just come true.

“What the fuck?” His eyes were wide open, a blush running across Mike’s unevenly shaved face. He tried to act as usual, but his mind was running wild. It didn’t help that he had a small crush on you that he tried to avoid and that he started to develop a new fetish. People being stuck.

“I’m stuck.” You answered, rolling your eyes at Mike. Is he always this annoying?

He stood there, not doing anything, but his eyes glimmered at you like he was admiring some piece of erotic art.

“Help me!” You demanded, but Mike just seemed overwhelmed. He walked toward his room. His knees are wobbly as he takes each step. You could hear noises like he was desperately looking for something. After a minute, the noises were gone, and the only thing you could hear was your heart beating like you had never felt before.

“Mike, help me! Mike?!” You were losing your patience. After some hesitation, Mike walks awkwardly towards the living room, his eyes never meeting yours fully.

“What?” He stuttered. Mike tried to use his usual monotone, but it came off as anxious.

“What do you mean, what?! Help me!”

“Fine, I’m sorry.”

He got next to you, wrapping his rough hands around your wrist, slightly pulling.

“I’ve tried that. Is there no use?”

“Then what else do I do?” He sighs, his hot, heavy breath melting into the thin skin of your neck. You felt your body starting to shake like it had some sort of anticipation for him to just...

You let out an aggravated groan and shake your head like it will remove those naughty thoughts of you and your roommate. This whole situation is getting worse by the second.

“Well,” Mike said, clearing his throat. “I think... I might have an idea.” He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should continue. “Do you trust me?” he asked softly, a warm smile appearing on his face, which felt unusual. You swore you had never seen him smile like that before.

You look at him suspiciously. Why did he ask if you trusted him? You weren't stupid. He always tried to mess with people in some way. But the longer you stayed like this, the more uncomfortable it became. 

"Fine. Do what you want. Just make it quick, please. This is humiliating as it is."

Mike swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. "Okay," he said, nodding once. "Hold on tight," Mike whispered before getting behind you, his fingertips shaky as he slid his hands on your hips.

You let out a small gasp as your body prickles at Mike’s touch. He pressed himself against you, his body heat enveloping yours. As he tried to pull, his hardened member hit your ass multiple times. You could feel Mike’s heart racing against your back.

You didn't want him this close, but you couldn't deny that it felt nice in a weird, twisted way. As Mike grips your hips harder, using more force than before, your brain stops functioning for a second, unable to stop you from letting out a soft moan that you were desperately trying to avoid vocalizing out loud.

Mike froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't expect you to react this way. The moan sent waves of pleasure through his body, making him even harder against your ass. He tried to focus on the task at hand. He didn’t want to imagine himself pounding you as you were stuck, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with every passing second.

“I’m sorry!” Both said it at uneven times.

“Let’s just ignore what happened and help me get off.” At this moment, you wish you could crawl under a rock and die, but you’ll probably get stuck there too.

Mike chuckled lightly, then nodded at your words, trying to clear his thoughts. He took a deep breath before sliding his hands back onto your hips. This time, he pulled with all his force, grunting as he tried to free you from the couch. The pressure building inside him couldn’t be denied, and it was clear that he was struggling to contain himself. With that, as his bulge caresses your ass, he lets a loud, desperate groan out of his dry lips. You gasped as one hand was finally free.

“It’s working…” As much as you want to hate this feeling, it’s making you feel some way. You wish you guys could forget about this so he can fuck you hard against the couch. Unintentionally, you let your ass follow the rhythm of his pulls.

Mike's mind was a mess of lust and confusion. He couldn't believe the legs in front of him were shaking in need. He was so focused on freeing you from the couch that he didn't even notice how his hips were moving in a pattern.

"Almost there." His voice was a mix of care and exhaustion. As you feel your hand slowly get loose, you decide to speak.

"Look, we clearly are... avoiding the fact that we’re really turned on right now.”

Mike’s attention suddenly went to the words being spoken, his breath catching in his throat, trying to process them. You're right, he thought. They were both so turned on by this, and they couldn't deny it any longer. He let out a shaky breath before he spoke.

"I know," he whispered. "But we have to stop."

"I just want to make sure you're okay," he continued, trying to sound calm and collected. "Once we're out of here, we can... we can do whatever you want."

“No.” The simple answer made him still. “Once I get out, we will be too embarrassed to even look at each other. You can’t see my face right now; I can’t see yours, so... let’s do it now.” You suggested. It felt humiliating; you hated that you sounded so needy, but for some reason, Mike had that effect on you now.

Mike was terrified and excited. He had never been so high on lust by someone before, and the thought of finally having you beg him to fuck you right here, in this awkward position, with your face buried in the cushions, was driving him crazy. It is like his darkest fantasy is finally going to come true. Without any thought, he removed his pants rapidly and slid a condom down his shaft.

Mike takes his hands up to your sides, gently caressing your skin as he slowly pulls you back towards him. His cock rubbed against the thin fabric of your shorts, which slightly hugged your soaking folds, eliciting a moan from both of you.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice shaky and barely above a whisper.

“Yes.”

Mike nodded slowly, his breath coming in short, unsure gasps. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against your ear. "Then let me show you how much I want you." He removed your shorts slowly and steadily. As soon as your underwear was removed, he licked his fingers before settling them in your folds. 

Mike’s hands were always something you stared at in secret when he wouldn’t notice, and now his rough, manly hand is wrapped around your most sensitive areas. The heat building up inside of you from just his touch alone was hunting.

"Please," you managed to croak out as he teased you mercilessly. Mike chuckled lightly before finally giving in and sliding his long fingers into you. You moaned loudly as he started moving them in and out, hitting all the right spots that made you feel pleased. His free hand reached down to roughly fondle your breasts through your shirt. You arched your back into his touch, begging for more. But instead of giving you what you craved, Mike pulled away suddenly, leaving you panting heavily.

Before you could ask why he stopped so suddenly, you felt his firm grasp forcing you to spread your legs. Your entrance was wet and inviting to him. Mike gently pushed his hips forward. His cockhead pressed against your tight cunt, and you could feel him throbbing with need. He paused for a moment, gathering his courage, before slowly pushing forward. It wasn't long before you started to whimper harder. The smell of the combined arousal filled the small room, fueling him even more.

Mike moaned loudly, feeling you give in to him. He thrust his hips forward, burying deep inside with one swift motion. Your warmth engulfed him, and he couldn't believe how good it felt. 

"Fuck,” he whispered in your ear. "You feel so good." His raspy voice and uneven breaths made a high-pitched whine escape from your lips. As a response, Mike leaned closer, making his member fully inside you as he nibbled your ear.

“Was this your plan all along? Is that why you started to wear those slutty shorts more often?”

You tried to choke some words out, but the feeling of him inside you like this was so ecstatic and addictive that the only thing you could do was take him as he placed.

He started to move, his hips rolling back and forth in a steady rhythm. “You didn’t answer me.” His hot, sweaty body overpowered yours. “Use your words for me, would you?” he asked, his voice as delicate as his touch. Mike’s hand found the freed hand of yours, intertwining his fingers like he had to hold on for dear life. Every time he pulled out, only to push back in, he could feel you clenching around him. It was the most intense feeling he'd ever experienced. His breath came in ragged gasps as he lost himself by being inside you while you were helplessly stuck. 

The only thing you could do was shake your head side to side at his question, but the real answer was more complicated than that. The first time you wore shorts, it wasn’t intentional, but when he saw you with them, he seemed to listen to you with more attention as you scolded him for not doing his chores that day, so you started to use them in your favor from time to time.

Mike chuckled at your clear lie, and he started to speed up, your body pressing against the couch more intensely as he pounded you harder.

You didn’t imagine Mike being so good with his dick. It is not like you know his sexual life, but in your eyes, he seemed the type to not go around sleeping with people. His life is too stressful for him to even care for his own needs. Maybe it's all pent-up horniness.

Mike's eyes were closed, his face twisted in pleasure as he took you with long, deep strokes. He couldn't believe how good it felt to finally have you like this. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying it this much, but he couldn't help himself. He was lost in the moment, completely consumed by his desires.

His hand started to smack your behind. His slaps weren’t too strong to hurt you, but enough to make you gasp. As he increased the speed and started to smack harder, you let out sounds of pain and pleasure. “You can take it, baby, it’s okay,” Mike said, his calm voice contrasting his vile actions before slapping your ass one last time.

As he continued to thrust, he leaned down, biting your shoulder, almost like he wanted to hide his whiny moans. "Shit," he groaned again, pulling out of you slightly before pushing back in with a rougher force. "You're so tight."

“You need to stop pulling out... it’s cruel.” You said in between cries, his length making you feel lightheaded as if you could almost see stars.

Mike's breath hitched in his throat at your words. He couldn't believe he was doing this to you. Without warning, he pulled out completely, leaving you empty. You could feel him throbbing against your ass, aching to be inside you again. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he leaned over, his chest heaving.

"I'm sorry," he whispered hoarsely. "I can't help myself."

“What?!” You stuttered; the sudden emptiness felt like hell.

“Do you always have to be an asshole?!”

Mike's heart broke at your words. He knew he was being cruel, but he couldn't help himself. He needed you too much.

"No," he replied softly. "I don't."

His hands travel slowly from your hips to your chest. Cupping your breasts through your oversized shirt. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before he lost control again.

"I'm sorry," he whispered again, his voice quiet. "I know I've been an asshole this past month. There is no excuse for my behavior but—fuck!" Without waiting for a response, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against the back of your neck. His tip pressed against your entrance again, and he whimpered, unable to hold back any longer.

"Please forgive me," he said as he kissed your neck desperately. "Let me repay you for my bad behavior."

Feeling his hot breath in your ear made you squeal. Your knees felt weak, and the air seemed to be overwhelmingly steamy. The only thought you have in your head is Mike pleasuring you and driving you to your limits.

With no response from you, his hands let go of your chest and quickly went to your shoulder. The sudden movement made you completely free from the couch edges. You immediately look down. The realization of what you guys were doing just settled in.

“Just look at me, please.” With a light force, he pulled you to face him, his body above yours. He is a mess. Red face with anxious teary eyes, sweat coming out of his forehead and traveling to his neck. He was a complete utter mess because of you, but you couldn’t deny the sight of him like this was so dreamy.

“Please, just forgive me.” Mike’s knees quickly touched the ground as his puppy eyes looked up at you. “I've been an asshole to you because I like you, and I know it’s wrong because we’re roommates, but... damn it. “His eyes shifted to your thighs, shaking in need, but the only thought in his mind was him being wrapped in them. He coughs, trying to regain composure.

After several moments of silence, Mike finally found the strength to speak, his heart racing faster than ever before. "I... I apologize for everything," he managed to croak out. "I'm sorry, but please, please let me feel you again." His voice cracked slightly as he reached out tentatively towards you, wrapping his arms around your leg in an embrace.

You hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to accept his apology or leave him there alone. But then something changed inside you. Maybe it was just seeing how vulnerable he truly was, but you decided to relent. Reaching over to gently place your hand on his cheek, he pulled closer until your bodies finally connected once again. "It's alright," you whispered, giving him a small smile. “I sort of like you to-" Mike didn’t hear your confession. As soon as you said it’s alright, his arms picked you up with ease, making his way into his room.

He placed your body in his bed. “There you go.” He had an ear-to-ear smile. Mike turned on his nightstand lamp. The room was lit up slightly as the sunrise was shining through the windows, but the lamp brought more clarity to his room, which was tidied up nicely. If he was so obsessed with keeping his room clean, why couldn’t he do that with the apartment?

You find him scattering for something desperately. Lube. Once the lube is finally in his hand, he crawls into the bed with you, placing his swollen lips from all the biting he had to do to remain quiet into yours.

From the corners of your eyes, you can see him placing some lube on his palm and lightly spreading it across his cock, lightly stroking himself. A light whimper was vocalized as he kissed you. With one final stroke, he gets on top of you, a mischievous smirk plastered across his face as the thought of finally getting to see you lose your mind while his cock is inside you sends him waves of pleasure. Mike then looked at you with pleading eyes, asking for permission to continue, which you allowed.

This time, he didn’t hold back as he buried himself into your tight walls. The sudden coldness of the lube makes you shake. The combination of the lubricant and Mike’s hot member is driving you wild with desire. Making your hands dig into his back and your legs wrap around his waist, holding him closer to you.

At your action, Mike picks up the pace, his hips moving faster and harder, his cock slamming into you with each powerful thrust. His cockhead contracts and releases, sending pleasure through your sensitive spot repeatedly. He groans louder, his breathing becoming heavier as he loses himself in the rhythm of their passionate lovemaking.

“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this.,” Mike said it under his breath, almost like he was speaking to himself.

“Mi- Mike.” His confession made your heartbeat follow the same speedy rhythm as his thrust. Your eyes were wide shut as your fingertips dug into his back.

Mike whines, and his fingers dig deeper into your hips, leaving marks that would likely turn into bruises later. You were not going to be the only one marking him. Mike wanted you to remember this. He then increased the speed of his thrusts, his hips moving faster than ever before as if he needed this release just as much as you did.

His rhythmical motion created a wet slapping sound that echoed around them, filling the room with the sounds of your lovemaking. His breath was raw against your neck, his lips leaving a trail of saliva along your collarbone. His tongue traced your jawline, nibbling and teasing your earlobes before returning to your mouth for a deep, passionate kiss.

He moaned again, his voice hoarse with desire. "Oh god, you feel so fucking good, baby." As Mike said this, he picked up the pace even more, his hips slamming against yours in a relentless rhythm. His cockhead rubbed against your G-spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

“I’m close.” You announced it with hesitation.

Bucking his hips harder, pushing his member deeper into you again and again with no mercy. "Cum for me, princess," Mike murmured. "Let me make you feel good. "Let me please you.” 

Mike’s words were like magic, his cock hitting your G-spot in perfect rhythm, driving you over the edge. With a loud, primal cry, your body convulsed around him, and you felt yourself climaxing intensely. Your tight walls contracted powerfully around his thick member, milking him dry as he continued to thrust inside of you.

As your orgasm subsided, Mike followed suit, his climax hitting him like a freight train. His cock twitched violently inside of you as he whined. His hold on your waist loosened slightly, but he didn't pull out just yet. Instead, he rested heavily on top of you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“So…” You said it awkwardly as you patted Mike’s head. 

“About the chores...”

Mike chuckled lightly, his lips forming a dumb smile as he looked up to you. 

“Yes, I’ll do them now. I promise.” Mike rolled his eyes and then placed his hand on your cheek. Caressing it with his thumb. “And… I’ll be a better roommate for you.” 

You nodded. “Thanks, Mike.” 

“I noticed you cleaned the apartment... So let me get you cleaned up.” Mike stood up and walked to his bathroom. You could hear the water hitting the bathtub. As you peeked to get a better glance, Mike turned his head to meet your gaze. 

“Let’s have a bath together.” He said this as he disappeared from view to grab a foaming bubble bottle.

“And who knows, maybe we could do round two.” Mike’s tone was cheeky and playful. He leaned into the door, looking at you up and down. Proud of how messy he made you. 

“Come on.” Mike smiled as he went to reach your hand, walking you into the bathtub.

FIN. Hope you guys liked it. Help me choose my next smut here!

Thank you so much for reading.

[the-cauldron-witch]

Eeeermmmm👉👈

13. "I'm not letting go, so you can stop fighting it." With raph pls(or anybody, people usually specify the character too but I see you didn't ask for that so I wasn't sure).. :^

That's absolutely okay! I probably would have written for Raph anyhow, it's a very Raph coded line honestly. I hope you enjoy! 🫂🫂🫂

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The last set of stairs felt like a mountain as you trudged up them, each step sending a wave of pain from your feet up to your hips as you ascended. After standing on your feet all day working a double shift from 7AM to 7PM, not to mention every single break continuously being interrupted by coworkers asking for assistance or some stupid question they could literally ask anybody else, it felt like your day just had no end to it. Just a little further, you kept thinking despite feeling like the hallway was impossibly long.

Once at your apartment door you let out a withering sigh, you knew all too well your day wasn’t over just yet. Behind the beige painted door awaited more chores; the dishes you had been neglecting since yesterday, various laundry piles scattered about your room growing with each passing day, on top of the floors that needed desperate vacuuming and trash that you forgot to take out when leaving this morning. Keys jingling as you unlock the deadbolt, you dragged yourself inside and wanted to simply collapse.

Exhaustion weighed so heavily on your shoulders you almost didn’t register the sound of your kitchen faucet running. Did you leave it on this morning? No, you couldn’t have, you didn’t even have time to make coffee this morning because you woke up late. It didn’t come as a surprise to you though, knowing well who was using your sink. Kicking your shoes off with enough force for them to bounce on the floor once before joining the other pairs in a heap, you round the corner to the kitchen.

“Hey, you,” You called as you entered the kitchen, tossing your belongings onto your kitchen table. Cutting off the faucet and drying his hands Raph turned from the sink and smiled at you warmly, plucking the dish towel from where it hung on the wall. “Did you really do my dishes for me?”

“And your laundry and trash is taken out as well,” Raph stated proudly, grinning widely as your shoulders slouched with pure relief. It felt like a weight had been physically removed from your shoulders. Hanging the dish towel back on its hook Raph gave you no time to thank him, his massive arms sweeping you clean off your feet and holding you to his chest.

“Ah! What’re you doing?” You giggled as Raph began walking to your living room, squirming and kicking your feet in a half-hearted attempt to escape his grasp. Rolling his eyes he didn’t respond to you verbally, simply holding you tighter against his chest to keep you there.

“I’m not letting go, so you can stop fighting it” He chuckled, squeezing you firmly against his chest while leaning down to press his lips to your forehead. Not giving you a chance to question further, Raph hopped himself over the back and flopped onto the couch as lightly as a three hundred-something pound turtle could. Pizza, some of your favorite drinks, snacks, and plenty of blankets.

Grabbing one of the many blankets crumpled onto the couch, Raph kept you pressed against his plastron gently while getting comfortable on and settling down on the couch. With how little energy you currently were running on there was absolutely none left to argue, so you didn’t. Resting your head against his chest and listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat you finally allowed your body to relax against the warmth of your boyfriend.

[bitterrobin]

Either I make multiple housekeeper ocs for my au or at least half of Wayne Manor is kept boarded up indefinitely. Sorry to burst people's bubbles but there is no conceivable way Alfred by himself is cleaning the entire mansion.

I've grown up helping my mother (who otherwise works alone w chronic back pain) clean middle to upper class homes here in SoCal. In very white oriented areas with housewives and large families with dogs and good financial situations. Now, there's a huge difference between large modern homes that have only two maybe three floors and the entire floor plan of a mansion that's at minimum built in the 1800s and has 30 rooms. But fundamentally the problems with upkeep are the same. You need to sweep all the floors, mop, wipe the baseboards, vacuum every carpet. You need to wipe clean windows, fans, HC units, lightbulbs, staircases, every surface used constantly - kitchen countertops, bathroom counters, showers/bathtubs/toilets. You need to do laundry, not only clothes, but towels and bedding used by the owners and the rags you use to clean. Fold that laundry. Make the beds. Take out every full trashbag and haul it out of the house. Wash dishes daily. Put those dishes away. Occasionally remind the owner that maybe a light needs fixing, there's a hole in their daughter's sweater, the dog peed inside, that their son tends to stuff trash under the couch cushions and now they have an ant infestation.

On average, with my help, it takes my mom 4-5 hours for one two-floor house. Takes longer by herself. That's not even getting into the amount of people and pets. If there's kids, you need to clean after their spaces more than the adults. With babies, there's diapers and toys all over. With dogs or cats there's always always fur to pick up. The bigger the family, the busier they are, the messier the house. And thats all for a housekeeper that visits every week and gets paid in numbers ranging from 6$0 to $100. (And often people will forget to pay you and you have to stretch out your budget for weeks and weeks and then they pay you and they forget again next month).

For Alfred, as an official butler and employee, he lives at the manor. There's no cost for him that comes from travel (no car to pay for fuel) or cleaning supplies (Bruce probably pays for them). But everything else? Not to mention the added chaos factor of BEING VIGILANTES. Alfred not only upkeep the house they live in, but prepares food, clothing, scheduling, and cleans the Batcave and feeds the bats, at least two large dogs, and one cat. Theres multiple cars and vehicles, guns, weaponry, technology to watch out for (and I know the average fanon enjoyer doesn't know Harold Allnut should be doing that). He picks Bruce's clothes and dresses him for godssake. Hell, Alfred even operates the Batcomputer when needed every night. He does their medical care (and people forget about Leslie yet again, even regarding her relationship w Bruce, still. still.) That's too much for one old man.

Realistically, either Bruce has a full house staff like nobles used to have, or Alfred simply does not do as much as people think. He's old. Forever aging. There's not going to be 20+ plus rooms ready all the time for people to sleep in. At best, the residents of the Manor are Bruce, Tim, and Damian. At best, their bedrooms are kept clean daily. All the other bedrooms are cleaned maybe monthly. The rooms that aren't bedrooms (foyers/attics etc) maybe every other month. Groceries are multiple day events. Same with cooking full meals, dietary plans. Galas and business functions require weeks and months. The pets take days for veterinary care and training. The kids all together take weeks, days individually and together. And they not only look at you as a butler but as family. You are responsible for their wellbeing, emotions whether you like it or not (bc Alfred frankly enables Bruce too much but thats for another day).

Only saving grace he has is that recently not many people live there anymore. Stephanie and Helena and Kate and Barbara shouldn't be living there in the first place. Dick and Jason have their own places. Tim and Cassandra are up in the air but I don't think they spend 100% of their time in the Manor because they're young adults with various circumstances.

[apomaro-mellow]

Family Planning 7

Part 6

Eddie started to clean up the mess left from last night and quickly smelled the breakfast Steve was cooking from the kitchen. To his surprise, Carol and Tommy came from upstairs, yawning and then disappearing down another hall. When they reappeared, Carol had the vacuum and Tommy had grabbed another trash bag.

Eddie waited for either of them to comment on his presence. But neither did. Maybe they were too hungover, or still too tired to recognize him. Steve called them to breakfast and they all trudged over to sit down and eat. Only when Eddie sat down and Steve, taking the spot right next to him, did either of the other two acknowledge him.

“So he’s just gonna hang with us now? Like it’s normal?”, Tommy asked.

“Why shouldn’t the sire of my pup stay over for breakfast?”, Steve asked.

Carol snickered and Tommy rolled his eyes but that seemed to be the end of that. At the end of breakfast, Eddie stayed back to help Steve with the dishes while the other two continued to the rest of the house. 

“How do you do that?”, Eddie asked.

“Hm?”

“Get them to fall in line? A week ago, me sitting with them would’ve been unthinkable.”

Steve smiled. “They don’t ‘fall in line’. They’re my friends.” He handed a dish off for Eddie to dry. “They’re not gonna do anything to you as long as I like you.”

Eddie fumbled with a glass and nearly dropped it, catching it just in time and setting it on the counter safely before his eyes, bulged out, looked toward Steve.

“You like me?”

Steve bit back a laugh, keeping it to just a wide grin as he put the sponge down. He leaned into Eddie’s space, arms going around his middle as he scented him.

“What can I say? I like an alpha who takes charge.”

He purred, reminding Eddie of last night and the alpha malfunctioned. He stood there frozen with indecision when Tommy dropped a full trash bag onto the clean tiled floor.

“Get a room.”

“Don’t give me any ideas”, Steve smirked as he pulled away.

He went back to washing dishes like nothing happened and Eddie went on autopilot, doing the same but his brain was going haywire. He realized that sleeping together made Steve’s scent cling to him. And he carried it even when he left the Harrington abode and went back home. 

Steve felt only a little put out that Eddie didn’t try anything while they finished cleaning the rest of the house. Maybe he didn’t want to with his friends around? He still seemed wary of Tommy and Carol, like they’d claw and bite at him. He was definitely miffed when Eddie didn’t call or come around at all the rest of the weekend.

Monday rolled around and he got to school, little Kimberly in tow. And he made a beeline straight for Eddie’s locker. He was in the middle of talking with some of his friends, wide smile on his face that dropped the moment he saw Steve. 

“She missed you this weekend”, Steve said, playing into it.

“Well I missed my little Kimmy too”, Eddie cooed at her once Steve handed the flour over.

“You guys are really method huh?”, Gareth said.

“Have you ever seen Eddie half ass anything?”, Jeff said.

“Are we still on for our usual schedule?”, Steve asked.

“You got it”, Eddie confirmed.

Gareth’s eyes narrowed. “Hey, hold up, doesn’t that mean you’ll have that thing on Friday?”

Steve surprised himself by how bristled he got at Gareth’s wording but kept it off his face. Eddie must’ve noticed his scent though, giving him an odd look and then turning to his friend.

“Yes, I’ll have pup custody then. But there’s no reason our sweet little gift from above can’t join. Time to show that her other daddy can be cool too.”

“I mean, I can just take her this time”, Steve offered. Eddie had already done so last Friday when Steve needed to be in the game. 

Eddie got a gleam in his eye. “Ooooor, you could come to Hellfire. Me and the pup saw you in action, maybe it should be your turn.” He winked, ninety-nine percent sure Steve would decline. They might be getting close, one might even say chummy, but there was no way he had any interest in Dungeons and Dragons.

“I’ll see you there.”

“What?”

“What?”, the other three chorused.

“Friday right? And you guys meet in the drama room?”, Steve asked.

Eddie nodded dumbly, jaw still on the floor as Steve walked away. Well, he normally didn’t spend his weekends like this. But if he played his cards right, he’d be getting what he wanted.

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The night of, Eddie paced around the table. He always got there first to set up, making sure the lights provided the best atmosphere and that he had a proper can of Mountain Dew. While rummaging through the theatre department’s storage, he found a crib. It was a little dusty, but perfectly serviceable for their pup of flour. Between that and the false belly, Eddie wondered what sort of shows Hawkins High put on in the past.

The rest of the members came in, Gareth and Jeff taking seats on either side of him. Grant sat next to Jeff and they all got themselves settled, notes and figurines taking place on the table before them. Then they heard a set of footsteps approach. Steve came in, looking out of place with his bright clothes but no less welcome in Eddie’s eyes.

Steve looked around the table but all the chairs were already taken. It was just the drama room, so he could very well pull up a crate or something to sit on, but that didn’t feel right or comfortable.

“You could always plop down right here”, Eddie patted his thighs, smirking like it was a joke. And the way his friends snickered, it clearly was.

So Steve sauntered right over, feeling several pairs of eyes on him as he did just that. He moved his hips, pretending to find a comfortable position in Eddie’s lap, reveling in the choked gasp he got. If they’d been alone, he might’ve actually started grinding in earnest.

“Don’t mind me”, Steve said. “Go ahead and start your game.”

Steve was sitting on him. He was sitting on him. He was sitting on him. Eddie tried and failed not to think about the few layers of clothing between them. He had on boxers and jeans, that was two. Steve’s jeans made three. Jeans so tight, there was no way he could be wearing anything underneath, right? Eddie was tempted to touch, hands going so far as to reach for Steve’s hips before pulling away and clamping down on the arms of his own chair. 

Very loudly, he cleared his throat and set the scene for his players, distracted by the line of Steve’s spine only momentarily because then he was taken by his hair and the thought of how he could just give it a light tug and Steve might fall back into his chest. 

He honestly couldn’t tell how well he was portraying the story. His friends could’ve been engrossed in the gameplay or thoroughly entertained by what was in front of them but Eddie wouldn’t know the difference. At one point, Steve must’ve gotten uncomfortable standing up straight because he started to lean into Eddie, putting his back to his chest. Steve purred, prompting Eddie to rumble in response. 

“I feel like we shouldn’t be watching this”, Grant said, reminding Eddie they weren’t alone.

Steve had no qualms about it, relaxing even more, filling Eddie’s space with a scent that was nothing but contentedness. 

Omega smells good, smells happy. Happy scents make our pup happy too. Good for pup, good for mate.

Eddie could’ve spent the whole night like this, just focused on Steve’s scent, the weight of him on his lap, his neck, so close and biteable. 

“Yo! Steve!”, Tommy shouted, bursting in. “Your folks just called my place, they’re looking for you.”

Steve rolled his eyes and sat up. “I’ll see you later right? To trade off?”, he asked Eddie.

Eddie nodded, honing all his willpower to not have a boner right now from Steve Harrington sitting on his lap but now he was thinking about it again and what lied underneath those jeans and-

“Let’s go!”, Tommy urged.

Steve walked off and only once he was gone did the others level several different looks to Eddie. Grant pinched the bridge of his nose, Jeff rubbed his temples, and Gareth looked as bitchy as ever.

“Just ask him out already, goddamn.”

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Saturday came and Steve waited for Eddie to come by with the baby, but morning rolled into afternoon and there wasn’t any sight of him. He thought to call but it was the weekend. Eddie could sleep in if he pleased. 

Then the sun started to set and that was when he heard the doorbell ring. Steve opened the door to Eddie, but no Kimberly.

“Where’s-”

“I got a babysitter for the night”, Eddie said. “Saturday night’s date night after all.”

“Date night?”, Steve grinned. 

“Only if you’ll have me”, Eddie said, revealing a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.

Successfully charmed, Steve allowed himself to be led to Eddie’s van. He didn’t know what Eddie had in mind to start their night off, but he knew how he wanted it to end.

Part 8

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Something wasn’t right with the consistency of the batter.

Eddie had triple checked the recipe on the notecard in front of him and it was still wrong.

He tried not to cry out of frustration, but his eyes were stinging and he felt a lump in his throat anyways.

He was in charge of this one tiny thing for Steve’s surprise birthday party. It’s literally all he was asked to do: bake the cake.

He’d gotten the recipe for Steve’s favorite from Claudia at his own insistence that he could definitely handle it and it couldn’t be that hard.

Apparently he couldn’t and it was.

The batter was extremely water-y, definitely not thick like the recipe said it should be. It also was more of a tan color than a brown color, but that wasn’t even something Eddie could be worried about right now.

He was supposed to be done with it 20 minutes ago. Steve would be home from work in 30, and there was no way this would be baked and hidden and cleaned up in that time.

He’d fucked everything up.

What a surprise.

He poured the batter into the cake pan, resisting the urge to just pour it in the trash.

He had to see this through even if it did end up being the failure he expected it to be.

He’d call Claudia while Steve was in the shower if he had to; She was already prepared to help if needed.

He put the cake in the oven and waited.

He watched the timer slowly click down and the clock slowly approach the time Steve would be walking in the door.

He could always just say he wanted to try a new hobby. Steve always said he needed a hobby just for him to do alone. All his hobbies usually involved the kids or his band.

Baking could be a hobby. Probably not though since he couldn’t even get cake batter right.

He was startled by the front door opening.

Fuck.

“You’re early!” Eddie yelled as he tried to hide the recipe card, as if the rest of the mess wouldn’t give away exactly what he was doing.

“Yeah. Robin didn’t need a ride tonight.”

Steve’s voice was closer to the kitchen with every word he spoke and Eddie was going through either a panic attack or an aneurysm.

Maybe both?

And then Steve was standing in the kitchen, hands on his hips, suspicion written clear across his face.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

Yeah, that’s good. Act normal. Greet him like you always do. There’s definitely nothing baking in the oven. There’s no dirty dishes in the sink and on the counter and…is that a mixing spoon on the floor? God, he’s a mess.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

Steve snorted, amusement taking over instead of suspicion.

“Okay, but this looks like a big mess for nothing.”

Eddie watched as Steve walked behind the counter and took in the rest of the mess.

Dustin and Robin would be so pissed at him for ruining the surprise.

“Just felt like trying my hand at something new.”

“Uh huh. And that something new involves making every dish in the kitchen dirty?”

“It was a test.”

“A test.”

“Yeah. Just making sure everything works.”

Steve nodded once and then turned to Eddie with a smirk.

“Did you make me a birthday cake for my surprise party?”

Eddie’s jaw dropped. How the fuck did he know about the party?

“What do you mean?”

“The surprise party that I definitely don’t know anything about but is taking place tomorrow at the Henderson home. I’m assuming this is what you’re in charge of.”

“How did you find out? I was so careful. God, Dustin’s gonna kill me. Robin’s gonna kill me a second, bloodier time. I couldn’t make the cake right, I couldn’t keep anything a secret, now the surprise is ruined and-“

Eddie was cut off by soft lips on his.

When Steve pulled away, he was smiling.

“I love you.”

“I love you too?”

“You didn’t ruin the surprise at all. Dustin did three days ago. He doesn’t know he did though, so please don’t tell him.”

“What?! That shithead threatened my LIFE.”

“I figured.”

“Well, the cake isn’t gonna be right anyways. I fucked it up.”

“Did you add flour?”

Eddie looked at the counter where all of his ingredients were still scattered.

“Uh. Is flour one of those?” He pointed at the sugar and powdered sugar containers.

Steve looked at them, then back at Eddie, then at the oven.

“Let’s get that one out and start over.”

“I knew it! I knew it wasn’t gonna be right! I’m so fucking stupid. I swear to you I followed the recipe perfectly!”

“Baby, it’s okay. It’s just a cake. You did kinda miss the most important part, but we can make a new one.”

“You can’t make your own cake! It’s a surprise party!”

Steve chuckled. “It’s not a surprise anymore. And it’ll be fun.”

It would be fun to see Steve in an apron, mixing ingredients together, getting flour on his nose.

Hm.

“Fine. But if anyone asks, I got it right the first time, and Claudia is in charge next year.”

“Deal.”

Steve sealed it with a kiss, and quickly started washing the dishes.

Their cake turned out perfect and Dustin was so impressed that Eddie not only managed to keep the party a secret, but also make a perfect cake, he told him he could be in charge of next year’s party altogether.

Eddie smirked but went along with it.

Steve never had a surprise party again. Eddie got his help making the cake every year.

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Conjure: Chapter 2

Characters: Jake Kiszka, Josh Kiszka, Maggie Warnings: 18+ || Fluff. Friendly banter. Angst. Grief. Mentions of death. Drinking. Mentions of being high. Crying. Paranormal. Ghosts.

Pulling his car into the driveway, he spots a familiar car parked on the side of the street.

Magnolia.

But he ended it.

Why is she here?

The driver door opens and she climbs out as he makes his way up the porch. “I thought I-” He starts to speak.

“I know, I know,” She says as she walks up the driveway. “And I know why you don’t want to pursue this any further, and I completely understand.”

“So then why are you here?” He sighs heavily as he turns back around to face her.

“Well geez,” She rolls her eyes and places her hands on her hips. “I thought I would be nice and check up on you. You seemed pretty depressed and I was worried.”

“Worried?” He scoffs and rolls his eyes, mimicking her action from just a few seconds ago. “You hardly know me.. Why would you be worried about me?”

“Because Jake,” She huffs. “You aren’t the only one grieving over a loved one.”

“You just don’t get it.”

“Then enlighten me,” She says, throwing her hands up in the air.

Jake shakes his head and pushes open the front door. He knows she won’t go away anytime soon, so instead he invites her inside his home. “Pardon the mess,” He mutters as he drops his keys in the glass bowl on the foyer table.

The foyer was fairly clean for the most part, minus the thin layer of dust. He caught her dragging the pad of her index finger through it. Following him through the hall towards the kitchen, she catches a glimpse of the living room as she walks past the entryway. Beer cans and bottles litter the coffee table accompanied by a bottle of jack and few bags of opened bags of chips.

“Are you hungry?” He asks as he sets the picnic basket on the island counter.

“What do you got?”

As he pulls open the fridge and scans through its contents, Magnolia looks over the kitchen. Similar to the living room. Good lord, how much alcohol can this man drink? Dishes are piling up in the sink and the trash is near full.

He doesn’t realize what she’s doing until he hears the trash can being jostled slightly. He peers around the door of the fridge to find Magnolia dragging the trash bag out of the can and setting it on the floor. “What are you doing?” He asks.

“Taking the trash out,” She simply says as she ties the bag closed.

“Magnolia–”

“Maggie,” She corrects. “I told you, I hate being called Magnolia..”

Jake can’t help the small twitch of his lips as they curl into a small smile. She did tell him that, he recalls from their date. “My mom is such a southern belle and she adored the name, and somehow I got stuck with it.”

“You don’t need to do that.” He says as he pulls out leftover pizza from the night before. No one can really say no to that.

“Jake.. I hate to be rude and all, but I’m gonna be brutally honest with you,” Her hand goes back to her hip and she cocks her head. “You’re a human, not a barnyard animal.” She slings the trash bag over her shoulder and carries it outside.

Well.. At least she gave him a warning. Though he has to admit, she isn’t wrong. This happens every year when it comes to Josh’s anniversary. He falls deeper into the hole of depression and just doesn’t care about anything, not even how his house looks. He doesn’t clean up after himself, which explains the beer bottles and the discarded junk food bags.

“When was the last time you mowed the lawn?” Maggie says when she comes back inside.

“Uhh…” Honestly, he couldn’t remember.

“There’s my answer,” She says with a giggle. “Don’t worry, we can fix this.”

“Maggie, you don’t–”

“Listen Jake, I’ve been in your shoes.. Hell, I still am. So I know what you’re going through and what you’re dealing with. Let me help you.”

“Can we at least eat first?” He says.

“Yes,” She nods her head. “Because I’m starving.”

The rest of the night was spent eating leftover pizza and cleaning the house. By the end of it, Jake is exhausted. He falls onto the couch and rests his arm over his eyes. He feels the couch dip beside him and he peers out beneath his arm to find Maggie sitting on the couch and drinking one of his beers.

“What are you doing?”

She looks over at him as she takes another drink of the beer. “Enjoying a beer..” His eyebrows raise and she shrugs her shoulders. “What?”

“Didn’t get one for me?”

“No..” Maggie shakes her head. “You’ve had enough to last you a lifetime.”

“So now you’re judging me?” He says as he sits up.

“Just stating the facts..” She smirks and he can’t help the smile that appears on his face.

Suddenly she’s pushing herself off of the couch again and walking over to the mantelpiece and looking closely at a candle that Jake used at the cemetery. He had placed it up there in the midst of cleaning.

“What were you using this for?” She asks.

“Oh uh, nothing..” He says, shaking his head.

She picks up the candle and starts to read the back of it as she sips more on her beer. “A conjuring candle?” She questions. “You should know that these things don’t work.” She looks back at him to find his cheeks slightly tinged with a pink hue. She smiles and sets it back down on the mantelpiece. “You were trying to see him again, weren’t you?” She asks as she goes back over to the couch.

“How’d you know?”

“I saw his photo in the dining room when I was cleaning in there. You had it turned over…” She sits back down beside him and sets her beer on the coffee table. “I had no idea he was your brother..” She says. “I remember reading all about it when it occurred, but other than that, no one really mentioned his family.”

“You didn’t know about the band?”

Maggie shakes her head. “No.. But I do now,” She giggles.

“Little late for that,” He mutters.

“Oh please,” Maggie rolls her eyes. “Elvis Presley earns new fans all the time. Same with the Beatles and two of them are dead. Don’t forget Nirvana. They’re still collecting fans even after Kurt Cobain died, and Dave Grohl fronted his own band. He kept going again after losing Taylor Hawkins.”

Jake shakes his head. “No one can replace Josh. Not in a million years.”

“I’m not saying he has to be replaced.. Not at all. But the band still earns new fans every day.”

“Only because of Josh’s death..”

“You really think the worst now, huh?”

“Well it’s true.. After his death, everything skyrocketed again. Sure you might have a lot of fans while you’re alive but no one truly cares until there’s a tombstone with your name on it.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Why care about someone when they die when you never cared about them when they were alive?”

Maggie nods her head in agreement. “You make a fair point.”

“The band can’t continue without him. It wouldn't be the same. We’re done.”

“And you think using that candle to conjure him he’ll come back and the band can continue?”

“One could hope..”

“Or be delusional.” She mutters, making him chuckle. “How long have you been using that thing anyways?”

“Every Halloween since he passed.”

“And has he ever shown up?”

Jake shakes his head. “You’d think I’d get the hint by now but,” He huffs and shrugs his shoulders. “I still have hope that something will let me see him. Just one time.”

“Hope is a powerful thing,” Maggie says. “It keeps someone going even when they know they should give up.”

“Do you think I should give up?”

“Nope,” Maggie stands back up again. “I have a plan.”

Jake looks up at her, his eyebrows creased together. What is he about to get himself into?

“Halloween is almost over,” He says.

“Oh I know,” She says. “This is for next year.”

“Okay? What am I supposed to do until then?”

“Pull yourself together,” She says, giving him a smile.

He scoffs. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.” She giggles. “But so are you.” She says.

“You sound like my brother..”

Maggie smiles and finishes off her beer. “Well someone’s gonna have to sound like him, knock some sense into you.”

“After twenty-eight years, I’m okay not having a voice of reason now.”

“Too bad,” Maggie says. “You’re stuck with me now. Especially tonight.. Can I spend the night? I definitely drank my weight in beer.”

Jake chuckles and stands up from the couch. “I’ll show you to the guest room.”

The middle of the night soon crept up and Maggie finds herself waking up in the darkened bedroom. Rolling over in the bed and resting on her back, she stares at the ceiling as she listens to the quiet. The quiet wasn’t entirely quiet as her hearing picked up on the sound of a guitar lightly strumming from somewhere else in the house. As she sat up in bed and started to climb out of it, she realized that the guitar was coming from outside. Walking over to the window, she quietly pushes the window open and looks out into the backyard.

Sitting down below in a patio chair, Jake is strumming a tune on his guitar.

Closing the window, Maggie slips on her sweater and makes her way downstairs. Jake is setting his guitar off to the side, leaning it against the table when Maggie steps through the open back door. He’s leaning over with his elbows on his knees and digging his hands into his hair.

He sniffles and wipes his hand beneath his nose. Maggie walks over and kneels down in front of him. He sniffles again and lifts his head.

“Fuck, I’m sorry…” He mutters. “Did I wake you?”

Maggie shakes her head. “No, you didn’t.” She says. “Are you okay?”

Jake inhales deeply and sits back up as he wipes his hands over his face. “Just one of those nights, I guess..”

Maggie stands to her feet and moves to sit in the chair beside him. “My sister passed around the same time as Josh did..” She leans her elbows on the table. “The first year was horrible.. I cried nearly every night, I never left my bed which resulted in me rarely eating so I lost quite a bit of weight.. I’ve gotten a little better since.. I actually eat now,” She laughs lightly causing Jake’s lips to twitch into a small smile. “I try not to drink a lot–except for last night, of course.”

He chuckles. “You did drink half of my twelve pack.”

“Less for you to drink.”

“You know, you would suck as an AA sponsor..”

“Good thing I’m not one.”

The air grew quiet as they settled in their chairs. The only sounds now were an owl hooting every now and then. “What was your sister like?” Jake suddenly asks.

“Hmm, well..” Maggie pulls her legs up to her chest and curls into the chair. “She’s my older sister.. Was.. But she was always so happy, it wasn’t often she was ever angry or upset–unless I was stealing from her closet, which I did often.”

Jake chuckles and leans back in his chair. “Sam did that often with me..”

“It’s a younger sibling thing,” She says, making him laugh again. “Everything was always sunshine and rainbows. Everyone loved Dani.”

“Her name was Dani?” Jake asks.

Maggie nods her head. “Danielle, but she preferred Dani.”

“What are the odds?” He says. “You have a sister named Dani and my best friend is Danny, but with two ‘n’s and a ‘y’.”

Maggie looks over at Jake, her eyebrows raised in question. “Are you on something right now? Like.. Did you smoke while you were out here?”

“I may have had an edible.” He chuckles.

Maggie giggles. “I can tell,” She says. “Anyways.. Dani loved life and she loved to travel. She’s basically been just about everywhere on this earth. She really wanted to go to Iceland, spend some time there–live there if she could.”

“Never been to Iceland before,” Jake says. “Though it looks gorgeous.”

“Oh it is,” Maggie says as she drops her hands to the table. “At least from the photos and videos she’s shown me from travel influencers. She promised she would take me there to see the Northern Lights.”

“I’ve not seen those either,” Jake says. “Always busy, or it’s too cloudy. Even when we had shows in Canada, I always missed them.” He leans on a closed fist. “Tell me more about Dani.”

“You seem to be really interested in my sister,” Maggie says, cocking her head to the side.

“It’s distracting me,” He says with a small smile.

“Okay well….”

Back and forth they talked about their passed loved ones until Maggie made the decision to head back inside and go back to bed. “I think I’m gonna stay out here a little while longer,” Jake says.

“Oh no you don’t,” Maggie says. “Out of the two of us, you need sleep.” She pulls him out of the chair and he swipes his guitar as she drags him back inside. “What would Josh do if he saw you high as a kite and moping out here?”

‘I’d do exactly what you’re doing..’ Josh leans against the kitchen counter with his chin in his hand. “Also I found out I can leave the cemetery..’

He follows the two of them up the stairs until they stop in front of the guest room. “Think you’ll be able to sleep or do I need to hold your hand?” Maggie says.

Jake scoffs and rolls his eyes. “I can sleep on my own, Mom…”

‘Jake, if you don’t make her yours, I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life.’

Maggie gives Jake a smile and pats his cheek. “Goodnight, Jake.”

“Goodnight, Magnolia..” Jake teases. He quickly backs away before she can swat at him.

“Sleep with one eye open, Jake.”

He smiles before turning back on his heels and going back to his room. Josh follows after him and floats through the door after Jake closes it.

‘That would have been bad had I been living..’ He follows Jake to the bed and relaxes back against the pillows. ‘I like her,’ He says when Jake crawls under the covers. ‘She’s such a keeper.’

“Goodnight Josh..” Jake grumbles as he snuggles down into the blankets. ‘Goodnight little brother,’ Josh snuggles down into the bed himself and closes his eyes.

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