#if this has happened in the grocery store when I had a basket full of groceries?????

[authenticcadence18]

Today I fled a store bc a song I have a complicated history with came on.

and it wasn’t like. a famous song. I’ve dealt with pop songs coming on with painful connotations in public—recently in fact.

but today’s was a song written for a movie.

I’ve never heard it on the radio or in a store. it’s not really a popular song.

I used to love that song. And the movie it was written for. in some ways I still do.

but it was distressing to hear it out of the blue. especially bc I’d been reflecting on what the song reminds me of and how I’m in a better place before I went in. it was a cruel twist of irony that it came on.

I was holding clothes when the song started. I wanted to try them on but I felt trapped. I couldn’t fathom trying on clothes while that song played. I just put the clothes on the rack as fast as I could and hightailed it out of there before the first chorus finished.

all this to say: if you have the option to walk away from a distressing situation, even if it seems small and silly to make a big deal out of it, you can walk away. you don’t have to force yourself to be strong. you don’t have to endure. sometimes enduring is leaving and that’s ok.

[thef1diary]

Little Big Fan | M. Verstappen

Summary: A normal Tuesday becomes stressful when you lose your daughter in the grocery store, but then you find her with her favourite driver.

Warnings: none just fluff + max being the cutest with children.

Pairing: max x singlemother!reader (platonic ish?)

wc: 1.6k

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You were strolling through the aisles in the grocery store. One hand pulling the smaller basket behind you while your other hand was held by your daughter, Isabella.

It was a normal Tuesday for your little family of two, shopping with your six year old daughter. Unable to say no whenever she picks up something and looks at you with the cutest pout.

During the ten minutes of shopping, it has happened twice so far. The first time it was a box of two-bite brownies that she was currently obsessed with, and the second time was chocolate chip cookies.

You continued walking through the aisle, sneaking a glance at Isabella every time she pointed at something and said "mama, look"

Everything was going smoothly, until you had to drop Isabella's hand to open the door to the refrigerator to grab yogurt for your little one.

"Bella, which one do you want?" You picked out two flavours that she liked, wanting to let her choose one but as you looked to your side, she wasn't there.

"Isabella?" You did a full 360 turn, in case she was attempting to hide behind you as she tried once before, but she wasn't there. That's when the panic started setting in.

Dragging your basket behind, you walked towards the nearby aisles hoping to find her. "Shit, shit, shit," you muttered under your breath because you couldn't find your little girl anywhere.

You truly felt like the shittiest parent in the world. Losing your child in the grocery store was something you never thought would happen to you, especially as Isabella was always right by your side. Today, you were proven otherwise.

Close to breaking out into a full sprint, you continued looking for her, becoming less and less aware of the people around you. You accidentally bumped into a few people, but you couldn't be bothered to look at them, only muttering an apology as you passed.

You almost skipped your gaze over her, but did a double take when you spotted her familiar glittery clips in brown hair that was the same shade as yours.

"Isabella!" You almost yelled, but thankfully the aisle she was in was nearly empty. Only one other person was present, crouched close to Isabella, who was speaking animatedly with grand hand gestures.

You immediately crouched down next to her, calling her name again and hugging her tightly.

"Mama, look!" Isabella spoke when you pulled away, not understanding the depth of the situation as she pointed to the man she was speaking to.

That's when you looked at him, wondering why Isabella was speaking to him, especially as she wasn't too outgoing. Sure she'd sometimes speak to strangers, but she wasn't the type to run away from you to do so.

You stood up, holding your daughter up on your hip and watched as the man also stood up. "Isabella, angel, what happened?" You were confused as to why she was so excited.

"It's Max! The race car one," Isabella spoke excitedly, and that's when it clicked for you. Due to her father's interest in the sport, it passed on to Isabella and she would ramble on and on about it whenever she'd return from her dad's house.

"Oh," you turned to look at Max, a sheepish smile making its way to your face. "I'm so sorry, I didn't even notice her leave my side." Frankly, you weren't sure if you were supposed to apologize but you knew that he was quite famous and possibly didn't want to be bothered.

He shook his head, “no worries, I should apologize for causing this,” he gestured to your daughter’s huge smile, excitedly moving around in your grasp.

He introduced himself to you, only realizing after that Isabella had already told you his name. You chuckled and told him your name, hearing him say it back to you.

“Mama, I told him that daddy and I watch him race,” Isabella told you, and you indulged in the conversation, knowing how much she loved watching Max on tv.

“Did you tell him how you’re a biiig fan?” You watched her nod eagerly, holding her hands far apart and telling Max, “this big!”

He chuckled, not seeming to mind the little girl interrupting his shopping trip. In fact, he was quite surprised when she first approached him, all shy then the outburst came out of nowhere once she confirmed it was Max, the racing driver.

The main reason why Isabella spotted him so easily was because he was in something similar to the blue and red clothes that she sees him wearing on tv, wearing a cap as well.

“And what about you, not a fan?” Max asked you, taking you by surprise as he initiated another conversation. You shrugged, “I don’t really watch but Isabella does when she’s at her dad’s.”

It was a common interest that the father-daughter duo shared, possibly the only one so you didn’t want to take that away from them.

Max nodded, understanding your specific choice of words saying “her dad’s” rather than “my husband” or something similar.

Just for that, knowing that you were a single mother, his appreciation for you doubled. Mainly because he judged you unknowingly when he spoke to Isabella and noticed the lack of any responsible adult around, not knowing that the little girl ran away from her mother.

“Daddy promised to take me to the track one day,” Isabella’s voice snapped him out of his little bubble, one in which he was only looking at you. He had to remind himself that you were only here because your daughter was a fan, not for any other reason.

You sighed internally, not really wanting to tell Max, your daughter’s favourite driver, that your ex had promised Isabella well over a year ago. It was a promise left unfulfilled for a while, and you didn’t have the heart to tell her that it may never be fulfilled.

However, even without words, Max seemed to notice your expression as you didn’t hide it well enough. He was quick to make a decision, and crouched a little lower to be face to face with your daughter. “How about you and your mama come see me at the next race?”

Isabella instantly looked at you with the same pout that always worked on you, but this time you really had to think about it. Your gaze turned to Max, “oh please don’t do what I think you are suggesting.”

Max’s smile only grew, “I am suggesting that I can send you two paddock passes for the next race.”

Your daughter happily bounced in your grasp and she was wiggling around too much for you to hold her still. Placing her down and holding her hand, you thought about Max’s suggestion.

“Do you want to go, angel?” You asked Isabella, already knowing that she would say yes. “Please mama, can we go? please, please, please.”

You chuckled at her excitement, nodding at her and looked at Max, “looks like the decision is made.”

“Good, I will be looking forward to seeing you both,” Max stated, but remembering an important detail, you blushed in embarrassment. “One question,” you started, watching him nod to let you continue, “when is the race?”

“Next weekend. How about I send you tickets for Saturday and Sunday, would that be okay?”

To think he was a famous athlete, you couldn’t believe his kindness. Sure, not all athletes were rude, and you didn’t have any previous experience but it was still surprising.

“Yes, that should be okay. Thank you so much for doing this.” He just shrugged, “it’s not a problem at all.”

Your daughter was getting restless now, already in the grocery store for a while now plus this conversation was going on longer than she thought.

Isabella managed to release her hand from your grasp, but you instantly noticed. A sheepish smile grew on her face and Max could notice the familiarities between mother-daughter. “Stay right here, Bella,” you tried a stern voice, something you weren’t used to, so she knew you were serious.

“Okay mama,” she nodded and walked to the basket you abandoned once you first spotted Isabella.

Max said your name, bringing your attention back to him. “She’s cute, how old is she?” He asked, watching Isabella play with the items in the basket.

“She’s the cutest six year old.” You two watched her with interest, but while your gaze was still on your daughter, Max’s gaze shifted to you.

“Oh, I was meaning to ask, I need your contact information for the passes,” he scratched the back of his neck while a small smile made its way on your face.

“Are you asking me for my number?” You teased him, unsure where the playfulness in the conversation came from but neither of you were opposed to it.

“Yeah, I guess I am,” he pulled out his phone, unlocking it and giving it to you. Once you handed it back to him, he chuckled when he saw the contact name you saved yourself as. Isabella’s mama

“So I guess I’ll see you soon?” You asked, having spent more than enough time in a grocery store but somehow not wanting to say goodbye yet. “Yeah, I’ll send you the details in a bit. Maybe I might just turn you into a fan?”

“We’ll see, Max, but no promises.” You chuckled, calling Isabella so she could say goodbye to Max.

She surprised you both by clinging onto his legs, and he quickly crouched down to give her a proper hug. “Bye Maxy.”

“Bye Isabella, I’ll see you soon!”

As you grabbed her hand and began walking away, Isabella turned around to wave at Max once again, making him chuckle but easily retuning the wave.

He stood there until you and your daughter were both out of sight. Then, he groaned once he realized that he still had a few more items to grab from his list before he could leave.

[heavenlyakin]

call it what you want

soulmate au, suguru geto x fem!reader, cheating (reader is married to kento nanami), reader has kids, cigarette smoking (suguru), angst, kento calls reader honey, and kento lifts reader up from the floor. 

wc: 3.2k

a/n: biggest shoutout to @meltedluck for brainstorming this with me and listening to me talk nonsensically over it. I appreciate you sm <3

–

He knew before you did. Of course he did, he didn’t have the distractions you do. No, they’re not distractions. They’re evidence that you have loved and will continue to love. That even without him, you will always have something to live for. Suguru knew the moment he saw you in the grocery store, wrangling one kid into the cart, while the other stood quietly beside you, holding onto the hem of your shirt. 

You didn’t see him then. How could you? You were busy and obviously hadn’t believed in soulmates. You’d married someone, had a family, probably fallen in love. 

You didn’t wait for him. 

You probably didn’t believe there was a him. 

He went home, leaving his basket of bread and some fruits he’d forgotten about behind. What had he done to deserve this? He wondered about it the entire walk home. Why had you not waited? Why had he waited? No answers came to him, nor would they. 

The next time, you saw him. Your eyes widen, the color so bright and beautiful, and so full of fear. 

You’d been wrong. You should have waited. 

Soulmates, while rare, were in fact true and you could find them. You’d found him. He hadn’t meant for it to happen, but when he felt the timid tap on his shoulder, he had to turn around. The fear was still in your eyes as you began to speak. 

“Hi,” you said, so softly and carefully. Like he was something to be terrified of. Perhaps he was, to you. 

“Hello,” he smiled, not saying anything more. He wasn’t going to push you, despite every nerve in his body wishing he would do something with you. 

“I’m sorry, I have to go. I-” and before you finished your sentence you were gone. 

Suguru watched as you left, your hair bouncing behind you. He watched as you caught up with your husband, tall and blonde. Everything he wasn’t and will never be. However, it didn’t make him feel sad. You deserved that, you deserved everything you wanted and if it was not him, then so be it. 

He doesn’t yet know your name, but he does know you like to come to this side of town to shop and go out with your husband. If he wants to see you, he just has to wander around and hope you feel the same and want to see him again too. 

It isn’t that simple, he realizes after a few weeks. He has to work, he has to live, he can’t spend all his time waiting. He has to live too, after all. So he decides to do just that. 

The first night he’s out, with his friends from school, he sees you in the same bar. 

Alone. 

He can’t hear anything Satoru is saying to him. He can’t hear the music in the bar. He can’t hear anything at all. 

“Hold this,” Suguru passes his beer to Satoru and walks over to you. “Hi,” he says as casually as he can muster. 

“Hello,” you smile at him. “I’m sorry for the last time I saw you. I was… frightened,” you paused before saying the last word as if you weren’t sure what your emotions were and that word felt safe. 

“You never have to apologize to me. For anything.” 

“I didn’t believe my parents, you know. They are soulmates, but I thought that was just a joke growing up. None of my friends met theirs throughout school, their parents weren’t soulmates and often divorced. I just thought it was made up.” 

Suguru realized then that this wasn’t an apology at all, but a defense for what you’d done. It’s not like this isn’t something that happens regularly. Not everyone decides to wait until they find the one, if there is the one. 

“It’s okay,” he pushes his hair back from his face. “I don’t blame you. Nor am I angry with you. I couldn’t be if I tried.” He sits on the barstool beside you. 

“I just feel… silly. I shouldn’t be here. I should be home with my kids, but I had to see you again. At least just to have a conversation.” You shift in your seat, turning to face him. 

He takes you in, his eyes meeting yours and it’s like he’s never felt peace before now. 

“I’m glad you decided to come,” he places his hand on your knee, and you look away. He removes it and you turn back to him. 

“I should go. This wasn’t a good idea.” You slip off of the barstool and make way to the exit towards the front of the bar. 

He lets you go, for a moment. Then he sees Satoru looking a thim as if he’s the stupidest man to ever live. So he decides to chase after you. 

You haven’t gotten far, after all he’s the one running, not you. You’re standing outside the restaurant next to the bar when he sees you clearly. The street lights illuminate your face and hair, making it look shinier than in the bar. 

“I-I don’t know your name,” he says, taking your hand in his. “At least give me that.” 

“-----,” you tell him and he nods, letting your hand go. 

The crosswalk sign changes to walk, and he waits for you to cross, but you don’t. You stand still, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes. People pass, mumbling curses at you both for standing in the way, but Suguru doesn’t care. 

“I’m Suguru,” he tells you, and you smile. 

“Suguru,” his name sounds like a melody on your lips. “Nice to meet you.” 

You cross then, leaving him standing as the rain that’s been threatening to fall finally does. It sprinkles at first, but then it gets heavier and heavier. By the time you’re across the street, it’s pouring. He waves to you as you turn, watching as your smile fades from your face as you turn down the street and hurry off towards wherever you live. 

He accepts this, he knows you will be happy with your husband. Afterall, you looked happy when he saw you with him before. If you’re happy, he will be too. Even if it means a life without you. He can do that, he can manage. 

He doesn’t see you again after that, even though he looks for you everywhere he goes. You’re in all his dreams and all his thoughts. He imagines what life would have been like if he’d met you first, even though it does no good. 

When the doorbell rings, 4 months after the night at the bar, he doesn’t expect it to be you. When he sees you standing there, he pulls you into his arms before you can even say anything. Your arms wrap around his torso, fingers digging into his back as you hug him back. 

“Suguru,” you say, muffled against the shirt over his chest.”I couldn’t go without seeing you again.” You look up to him, eyes welling up. “I’m so sorry.” 

He kisses the top of your head, inhaling and taking in your scent. “I’m so happy you came.” 

With that, a series of visits began. He’d get to see you once, maybe twice a month. Never for long. Just an hour here, maybe two the next time. You had a life you had to get back to and couldn’t afford to risk more than the time you had already risked. 

However, Suguru began to get greedy. He knew it was unfair to you, but fuck, how was this fair to him? He deserved time with you, too. 

“Stay,” he said, holding you close and kissing your temple. 

You were still clinging to him after he’d prolonged sex for more than usual. You’d been here more than an hour now, and it was getting dark. He knows you can’t stay longer. But, that doesn’t stop him from asking. 

“I can’t,” you tell him and he sighs. 

“I know,” he kisses your temple again. “Can’t blame me for trying though can you?” 

“I need to go.” You tell him and he unwraps his arms from around you. 

While you dress, he watches you, reaching for the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand. He lights the cigarette, inhaling slowly and then blowing the smoke out. 

“Those will kill you,” you tell him and he laughs. 

This is your routine with him. He smokes, you say it’ll kill him. Then he thinks to himself that he’d rather die from lung cancer than continue living like this, but he never says it. He will never do anything that would compromise your time with him. 

“When will I see you again?” He asks and you give him a sad look. You never know when the next time will be. 

As you leave, he stands in the entryway, leaning on the door frame as you walk down the walkway of his house and onto the busy street outside. Blending in with the crowd. As you go, he lights another cigarette, enjoying the crisp fall air. 

“Until next time,” he says to no one, letting the wind carry the sound away as he shuts the door. 

– 

You arrive home just as the sun sets over the horizon. Kento is cooking dinner when you walk in, dropping your work bag on the couch and then stepping into the kitchen. 

“Where are the girls?” You ask. 

“My mother still has them. They wanted to eat dinner with her,” he smiles, stirring the pot of soup on the stove. “They’ll be back after dinner. Are you hungry?” 

“Famished,” you answer and he turns around to look at you. 

Your husband has always been a kind and gentle man, someone you could always lean on for support. He likes to cook dinner for the family, rarely ever accepting your help. He does, however, let you clean up. He’s not fond of doing the dishes or laundry. He always sweeps and mops and takes care of the yard, though. It’s a perfect fit. 

Yet, you are risking ruining this peaceful harmony everytime you tell him you have to stay late at work and go to visit Suguru instead. You throw the last ten years of your life away and stomp on it with your pretty little heels that you know Suguru likes you to wear. 

“You shouldn’t let them keep you overtime so often,” Kento tells you, walking towards you and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

You feel sick as he does it. You just spent the last two hours with /suguru, letting him worship and love your body that your husband now touches. You’re ashamed of what you’ve become, but you know you cannot change it now. What’s done is done. 

Yet, now you can’t help but wonder if Kento has a soulmate out there somewhere. Selfish of you to imagine so, you think, but why wouldn’t he too? 

“I know, but we’re short on editors now that two retired. I have to pull my weight too.” You lie, knowing he’ll buy it. 

“I just worry about you,” he kisses the top of your head and you pull away. 

“I’m going to shower before dinner. Don’t feel like you have to wait on me.” You take your bag with you to your bedroom, placing it on the desk you use when you work from home and then strip down to shower any trace of Suguru off of you, as much as it hurts you to do so. 

The shower is anything but cleansing. Instead it’s a steaming hot punishment. You keep the water as hot as you can take it, your skin steaming when you step out. You dress into pajamas, slipping a robe on over top knowing it’s going to be chillier. As you step into your bedroom, you can hear the voices of your children outside in the living room with their father. 

“Mommy!” They both scream, running towards you as you open your bedroom door. 

“Hi babies,” you drop down to your knees so they can hug you at their level. “I’ve missed you all day,” at least you don’t have to lie to them. 

This is how it goes now, every evening the same. Even the ones when you spend time with Suguru. They become more and more, until you’re seeing him twice a week. Each time it’s harder to go, harder to face your husband, and harder to come up with excuses. 

Kento must know there can’t be that much work to edit. He has to know you aren’t spending all your time at your office when you used to have such a lax job. Yet, he says nothing. You say nothing. You just cook, clean, and care for your girls when you’re both home. It becomes the new normal. 

–

Kento knew something was happening with you. What? He wasn’t sure. He just knew three things. 

You were working late a lot. 

You always showered before bed now instead of in the mornings. 

You hadn’t had sex with him in four months, despite him trying to initiate it regularly. 

It began eating at him, nerve by nerve, minute by minute. Deciding to take the day off wasn’t something he normally did, but he couldn’t help himself now that he was suspicious something was wrong with you. 

Afterall, he had always taken such good care of you. He needed to make sure everything was alright, even if you didn’t want to tell him. He would find out the best he could. Even if that meant following you to work from a distance to make sure you made it safe. 

Which you did, you walked into the office and spoke with the secretary at the front desk. Once he saw you go up the elevator, he decided to camp out at the coffee house just across the street. With autumn in the air, he didn’t mind a warm drink and a pastry. 

He’d brought his laptop, so he could catch up on work if he absolutely needed to, but he found himself staring at the office across the street all day instead. He made it through 2 cups of coffee and 3 herbal teas before he saw you again, right at 5 o'clock. 

He smiles as he watches you, talking with a coworker he met a few times at holiday parties your office has thrown. You wave as she crosses the street, and he expects you to turn and make the trek home, but instead you head the opposite direction. 

He gets up from his table, crossing the street and following you. God, this is silly, he thinks to himself. He’s stalking his wife, someone he should trust above anyone else. Yet, he can’t stop himself. He follows you north, up towards the suburbs that are on the other side of town from where you and him reside. 

When he sees you open the gate of a home, he pauses. Why are you entering a random yard? Then his eyes advert to the left. A tall man with long dark hair stands at the doorway, opening his arms as you fall into them. Then it all clicks in his head. 

Perhaps you’d met your soulmate, because why else would you be cheating on him? He is not one to brag, but he knows what he brings to the table and the love you had for him for all these years. After all, he’d fallen in love with you and you’d given him the two biggest blessings in his life. 

Before he can watch you walk into another man’s home, he turns away. He heads back home, to wait for the girls to be dropped off. Today is their normal day with his mother, so they won’t be home until evening, but he doesn’t want to chance anything. 

When he gets home, he checks his phone, seeing the girls are asking to stay the night. He texts back that it’s fine and he’ll pick them up in the morning for daycare. Since there’s no one he needs to worry about for dinner, he calls in take out and then grabs the whiskey he keeps in the high cabinet above the fridge. 

The first sip burns as it runs down his throat, but the rest go down smooth. He sits on the recliner in the corner of the living room, not even bothering to turn on the television. He does eat when the food comes, cleans up, puts the leftovers in the fridge, then takes his seat again. 

It’s nearly 9pm when you come through the door. 

“Hey,” you say softly, smoothing your hair back. 

Kento knows that look on you, the “I just got fucked but I need to look presentable” look. He’d seen it all so many times, especially when you were trying for your second child. Had you loved him like you love this new strange man? 

Instead of replying, he raises the whiskey glass to you. 

You frown, dropping down onto the couch. “No dinner? Where are the girls?” 

He laughs, just a chuckle. “With my mom. They wanted to stay the night.” 

“Oh, I hope they have fun then. I’m going to shower.” 

“Of course,” he knows you must smell like him. You probably have for months now, and he’s just not noticed. 

“Is everything alright?” You ask, fear creeping in your voice and in your eyes. That’s when he notices the smudged makeup around your eyes and lips and he can’t take it anymore. 

His eyes well up, and he takes a long sip of his drink, finishing the glass. He pours himself another one, and you scoot closer to him on the couch. 

“Kento, I-”

“Are you happy?” He asks and you nod. 

Of course you do. Of course you’re happy, but it’s just not with him. 

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” He asks, his voice breaking as he sees you start to cry. 

“I don’t know. I’m so sorry, Kento..” you drop to the floor in front of him, holding your head in your hands. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop right now and we can go back to how it was.” 

“Honey,” he says softly, putting the drink down and bending over to put his hand on your shoulder. “There is no going back to how it was after this.” He gestures with his hand between the two of you. “When did I stop being enough?” 

Afterall, you are everything to him. He didn’t know if he had a soulmate, but he had thought if they were real that you had been made for him. He’d been wrong. So very wrong. Because how could someone he loved so much, hurt him like this? 

“It’s not you,” you look up to him, face running with mascara. Even now, you are so beautiful, he thinks. 

“I’m not angry with you. I don’t even blame you,” he says. “He’s your soulmate?” 

“He is,” you nod, not meeting his eyes again. 

“Come here,” he collects you from the floor, pulling you up into his lap. 

You cling to him as you cry, and he holds you tightly, unsure of when or if he’ll ever hold you again after tonight.

[spinningwebsandtales]

The DMC Guys Taking Care of You While You’re Sick Headcanons

Being sick sucks but it helps when you have the Sparda guys around to help take care of you!

Requested by @mello-jello29​

Dante X FemReader

You aren’t sick often in life but when it happens it doesn’t matter what Dante is doing or where he is at. He’s going to be there.

He knows all about being shot, stabbed, ect ect. He just lets his regenerative healing take care of what ails him.

So that being said, he is a stranger when it comes to anything virus or cold related. So when you call telling him how bad you feel, he panics.

You try telling him to stay at home that you will be fine, but he is not having it. 

On his way he stops at the store and grabs a basket. And no medicine is safe in his relentless pursuit of things to make you feel better.

Tylenol? He grabbed every type there is. Nyquil? Daytime and nighttime packs a plenty.

He’s raiding the shelves relieving them of their tissues and cough drops. Before going to the grocery side. 

RIP soup shelves, Dante killed you.

You will no longer need soup, jello, juice, or pudding of any kind until the apocalypse.

When Dante finally gets there and you see how much he bought, you really didn’t know what you were going to do with everything he bought.

You decided that once you were better you’d donate the majority to the homeless shelters around town.

Dante is quick to shoo you back to bed as he can tell you’re running a fever just by the flush of your cheeks and bleary eyes.

You shiver relentlessly under the blankets and he just piles on more and more until you can feel yourself smothering. Except you’re still freezing.

When you tell him he’s launching himself and adding himself to the already heavy blankets.

“Dante,” you huffed under the weight of the blankets and full grown man. “You’re smothering me!”

“I’m trying to keep you warm babe,” he cooed. You rolled your eyes before kicking him off along with majority of the blankets. Once you could move again you held one end of the comforter up.

“Get in here you doofus.” While your fever had you both burning up and freezing, you couldn’t deny the comfort that Dante radiated as his arms wrapped around your shivering body.  He was your own personal heater to use as you needed it. He was more comfortable than the mountain of blankets he had piled on top of you. You nuzzled in closer playing with the chest hair that peeked from his unbuttoned shirt.

“It’s not fair that you don’t get sick,” you mumbled. “I wish I didn’t get sick.”

“Careful what you wish for babe,” Dante replied kissing the top of your head. “I’m part devil remember.”

“It’s hard to forget when you’re basically a living furnace,” you rolled your eyes while melting from the touch of his lips. 

Dante chuckled, “Just don’t forget I’m one hundred percent handsome devil.”

“That’s it get out of my bed and my house,” you shoved him weakly.

Vergil X FemReader

Like Dante, Vergil lacks any experience when it comes to dealing with colds, flus, ect ect.

But that being said he has a little more knowledge than his brother on how to take care of someone when they’re battling any kind of sickness.

He does like taking care of you in his own way, at times. But he also likes to give you space and let you take care of yourself.

You’re a grown woman and he doesn’t want to impede on your independence.

So he’s not going to take care of you unless you ask him.

He cares about you, but most of the time, thinks that his quest for power is more important than something that you can take care of on your own.

He’ll only make an effort when you ask him and he’s feeling generous.

Though when he sees you lethargic and sweating profusely it breaks his heart. Sure you had to ask for his help, but he didn’t understand how serious some sicknesses are despite having more knowledge than his brother.

Now that he knows and realizes how bad you are he’s there by your side taking care of all your needs. 

He makes homemade soup from a cookbook that he had noticed on one of your shelves.

While the soup simmers. He’s refilling your water cup by your bed, rewetting the wash cloth on your forehead, and finding more medicine to give you.

He leaves you to nap for a little bit before bringing you some soup. He’s adamant about feeding you.

“Vergil you don’t have to do this,” you said after swallowing a bite of soup. Despite your cold keeping you from tasting food like you would normally, it isn’t lost upon you on how good his soup his.

“You have let yourself get this way by not taking care of your body,” Vergil answered matter-of-factly before giving you a glaring look. He scooped more soup onto the spoon and it held it out towards you. “So it stands to reason that I need to help you and make sure you get the required nutrients to get better.”

You begrudgingly took the offered bite while glaring in return.

“Maybe if somebody didn’t make me worry so much I wouldn’t stress myself out enough to get sick.”

“Worry about me perhaps,” he asks and your cheeks flush, this time not from the fever.

“Maybe.”

He chuckles softly kissing your feverish forehead before holding out your water cup.

Nero X FemReader

Nero is a way better caretaker than his dad and uncle combined. 

Despite growing up not knowing his father and his mother absent in his life. Nero’s adopted family took good care of him.

He knows all the ins and outs of getting someone better.

Being one quarter devil he’s a little more susceptible to human colds and viruses though he is not sick for long at all. He once had a cold for like a day.

So he’s 100% ready to take care of you while you’re sick. Paging Doctor Nero.

Whatever medicines you need, he gets them, in moderation (looking at you Dante). Want a certain kind of soup? He’ll make it for you. Juice? Your fridge is stocked with your favorites, though he wants you to drink more water than anything.

He makes sure that you stay hydrated, that you’re taking medicine at the correct intervals, and he even changes your sheets when you’re taking a much needed shower or bath.

Nero even stays, unwilling to let you to be alone while you’re feeling so bad.

 He’s not worried about getting sick as he lays beside you holding you closely for comfort.

He wants you to know that he’ll always be there even if you aren’t at your best.

If you have to go to work he calls in sick for you and when you’re feeling well enough to go back he makes you a healthy lunch to take.

He’ll stick around to make sure that your house is kept clean so when you get home you can get the rest you need to fight whatever part of the cold that keeps clinging to you.

“I’m home,” you mumbled in exhaustion. While you were still sick, you weren’t running a fever and you couldn’t afford to take any more time off. Though your body was feeling a little worse from the exertion you put it through, just taking your shoes off was becoming a chore. Nero stepped out of the kitchen wiping his hands on a towel. His gaze softened seeing your tired state before he’s placing a kiss on your flushed cheek.

“Rough day,” he asks helping you out of your jacket.

“Not really,” you reply accepting his help graciously. “It wasn’t too bad. It’s this stupid cold it makes everything harder.”

“You’ll get better. You’re at the cusp of healing,” Nero hung up your jacket before going back to the kitchen. “Take a shower and get comfortable dinner is almost ready.”

“Mmmm,” you moan at the thought. “It smells amazing. I could smell dinner from the outside. I gotta say though Nero, I didn’t know I’m dating a doctor and a nanny.”

“We’ll see if you call me nanny later on,” he smirked before disappearing.

“I’m too tired to playyyy,” you whine heading towards the bathroom to start the water.

“I’ll do all the work,” he yells and just by the tone of his voice you can hear his mischievous side at play.

V X FemReader

V is at your side the second he knows that you aren’t feeling well. He doesn’t care how sick you are and that he has a severe chance of catching whatever ails you, he’s going to be there to lavish all the attention and healing you require.

You want canned soup? He’ll get it ready. You want homemade soup? Your wish is his command. Freshly squeezed orange juice? He’s your guy.

Nothing is too good or too difficult to do for you. Especially when you are not feeling your best.

He takes pride in knowing you as well as the book of poetry he keeps and knows whatever makes you happy.

He keeps you company reading you poetry while you eat or stay by your side being a quiet safe presence while you sleep.

He refuses to leave you alone until you are back on your feet.

He cares for you so much that he doesn’t care what it takes or he has to do, he just wants you better again.

He does get frustrated if his helping doesn’t get you better soon. He feels like he failed you.

“I don’t understand why you aren’t better now,” V groans face planting into your blankets.

You stroke his head gently, playing with the long strands of his dark hair. V is never one to get overwhelmed or show his frustration easily. So your heart breaks at his disgruntled state at your expense of being stuck sick in bed.

“I’ll get better soon,” you comfort him. “It just takes time, but I’m feeling so much better because you have taken such good care of me. I’m really thankful for you V and all that you do for me.”

“Are sure I’ve done enough,” he looked up from the blankets and you melted when those dark eyes met yours.

“Always,” you smile and kiss his forehead.

[bookskeepers]

the bakery worker - tadashi yamaguchi

a/n: oh boy my first piece of fanfiction (not actually but like in the good ol' tumblr format at least). of course, in honor of my first piece of tumblr fanart, it's with yamaguchi because he's so soft and he would fit this perfectly, i think (and also i hope this happens to me one day since i work at the wfm bakery and lik e... it'd be so very cute) -- also it's short because first piece and idek if people will even like this and i debated between 3rd pov and 2nd pov for like 30 minutes before writing it so oops

also i relaly hope i characterized yamaguchi right bro

cw: whole foods; gn!reader (and hopefully appearance neutral too so you can really imagine yourself as the reader ahahahha)

pairing: college au --> whole foods market worker!reader x college!yamaguchi tadashi (he's in america! who knows why)

word count: 1,074

i made the fancy liner thingy myself

A sweet treat never hurt anyone, right? he thinks to himself as he approaches the automatic doors. A blast of cool air greets him as he steps over the threshold into the supermarket. The fruity scent of the produce section wafts in the air, invading his nostrils as he grabs a basket from the entrance before wading deeper into the market.

There are a few people milling around, but the store doesn't seem to be too busy beyond that. It's not like Yamaguchi had many things to get, either -- as a college student, Whole Foods' prices tended to be out of his budget and was reserved for emergency trips only, since it was the only grocery store within walking distance of his apartment. Unfortunately, it's an emergency trip -- he had just returned to the States after winter break, and his fridge was empty. The fatigue of a 16 hour flight is beginning to take a toll on him, too.

He meanders about the aisles, peering closely at the price tags accompanying each item. He pulls two boxes of mac and cheese off the shelf and places them into the basket dangling from his arm. Mac and cheese is, perhaps, one of Yamaguchi's favorite emergency meals. And the 365 brand version wasn't half bad, either. It was no Kraft, but it'd have to do.

Soon, he's added more items to his basket -- a jug of milk (always whole), a carton of eggs, and some butter. He's perusing the cheese options when a worker asks him if they can help him with anything.

"Oh, no," he says in his accented English, "I'm good, thank you!"

The worker nods before walking away, and Yamaguchi returns his gaze to the cheese. Parmesan's always a good option, and he really enjoys sharp cheddars, but he's not even sure cheese is something he should get at the moment. He frowns slightly before putting the specific chunk he was looking at down and walking away.

Before long, he finds himself standing in the bakery section. He takes his time here, enjoying the pretty sights of each individual cake in the refrigerator. Every now and then, when he has reason to celebrate and extra money to spare, he'd buy one -- his personal favorite was the Boston Creme.

He takes a few steps away from the cake case, shifting his head to look over at the assortment of mini tarts and cheesecakes and other small sweets at the service counter. He's bent over slightly at the hips to take a closer look, because each one is assembled so artfully that he thinks they deserve his full attention. He can feel his stomach grumble slightly at the thought of eating one of those treats. He'd had a long day. He deserves at least a small sweet treat, right?

His focus is so fully on the display that he doesn't hear the worker at first.

"Sir? How can I help you?"

Yamaguchi straightens up so quickly that his back creaks in protest -- even former athletes get plagued from moving too fast. As he opens his mouth to speak, he finds that the words aren't forming in his brain because he's so taken aback by you.

The way the light reflects in your eyes, the way the white chef's coat sits on your frame, the way the black hat holds your hair back. Even though he's unsure about the amount of effort you may have put into your appearance for work, he's starstruck.

"Sir?" you say again. Your voice is sweet, so sweet, like one of the cakes on display. "Can I get you anything?" You're looking at him expectantly, your head tilted slightly to the side. Yamaguchi's reminded of a puppy.

He can feel his face heat up, both in embarrassment and in awe. "U-um, yeah," he says, wincing internally at the stutter in his voice. "Can I get..."

His voice trails off as he realizes he's not quite sure what he wants, but you're standing there so patiently that he doesn't feel rushed. He tears his gaze from you and returns his attention to the desserts arrayed in front of him, peering closely at each one to try and figure out what he wants.

"Still unsure?" you ask, although you're not visible from where Yamaguchi's gaze is. "Take your time!"

He finds himself thinking about how none of these treats would compare to the sweetness of your voice before he quickly shakes his head. He literally just met you. Why are you having such an effect on him?

Finally, he decides on one. "Can I get the mini fruit tart?" he asks, thanking whatever forces are out there for his now-steady voice.

"The four inch or the two inch?" you respond, and it seems so practiced that Yamaguchi is, once again, taken aback.

"The two inch, please," he manages to say after another brief pause of silence.

He watches as you vanish behind the counter, re-emerging with a plastic box. "Just the one?"

He nods, his eyes tracking your every move. As you pull on two blue gloves that fit your hands snugly. As you slide open the door and bend, reaching your hand towards the edge of the case to grab one of the three remaining fruit tarts. As you straighten up and place the fruit tart in the plastic box, closing the lid. As you pivot and walk out of sight, fully gone for several seconds before returning. The plastic box containing his dessert has a label on it now.

You hand it to him with a brilliant smile, and he mentally captures the image in his head. Your smile might just be one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen.

As he takes the box, he notices that the gloves are no longer present when his hand accidentally brushes yours. He can feel his face heat up once more and he hopes he doesn't seem like a total dolt with how flushed he's gotten since the short interaction between the two of you started.

He places the box in his basket and returns your smile with a smaller, shy one of his own. "Thank you," he says and you nod in his direction before turning your attention to the next customer.

As he makes his way over to the self checkout, one thought in his head rings out louder than the rest.

I should come to Whole Foods more often.

[st311ar]

Protective Redson x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

CW: Creepers (of the human verity)

summary?: Redson is getting car-parts while you stop for food at a grocery store.

Of course, out of any night, it was Friday Redson was shopping for replacement car parts, and you were stuck grocery shopping late at night without him. You didn’t blame him, of course. The poor guy had a stained windshield that stunk like chicken broth every time it got over 80° outside. Not to mention he had to melt two full car windshields to fit his “blood fire”, as he named his prized car.

but none the less, you couldn’t not help him. Yes he was a bit of a brat here and there, but when he gets all sappy when you two were alone, it makes up for his “asshole-ness”. You can’t blame him though. Sometimes some things just get on your nerves and well…they get on his much harder.

Just as you headed into the drinks section though, you noticed a quite drunk looking individual spot you. Must be from one of the clubs down south… you think to yourself. The person dosen’t seem too drunk, but just enough you can tell they had a bit too much. You grab you Sunny’s fruit punch Gatorade and make your way out of the isle…but then the individual follows you. You think nothing of it at first, since they were drunk and all, they could just be aimlessly wondering, and coincidentally followed you…

right?

just in case, your body sends shivers down your spine, making you jitter a bit as you went to get Redson’s spicy Doritos that he really wanted.

The person proceeded to follow you again.

okay, now was the time to get nervous. You picked out Sunny’s chips, and set them In the basket, pulling out your phone to text him.

“Sunny”

“love somebody is following me”

is all you could type before you felt a hand on your shoulder, and the sickening smell of alcohol enter your lungs. You almost gagged at how strong it was.

“Scuse me, but you seem lost~” the following individual spoke In a husky tone. Oh this was not good. Now despite years of being told how to deal with such an encounter like this one, your fear has you frozen, and basically unable to do anything the second they aproached you. “Well, I’m not, thank you…” you managed to say. The drunken individual scoffed, giving a small laugh, “You sure about that sweet-cheeks?”

you internally cringed so hard it would’ve been physical In a normal setting. You figured you could try to walk away, since that was the easiest option here. But as you tried, they grabbed your shoulder again, more forcefully. “Ah-Ah-ah, where do you think you’re going sweetheart~?”

this was it. You had had it with this stupid drunk dude, and you debated punching them, right when the intercom kicked on.

sounds of fighting and arguing we’re heard, before your favorite voice kicked on over the com,

“If somebody could PLEASE get that ugly peasant off of MY girlfriend?” Redson sounded esteemdly annoyed, right as the intercom turned off, and you instantly heard running stomps from the other side of the store.

The person stopped to glare at you, and just as their fist was riled up, “YOU.” Oh sunny was fuming. You could feel the heat of his fire from over here, and that wasn’t a thing that could happen every day.

“Get your hands off of them before I come over there and burn them off for you.” He growled. The individual promptly did as followed, and stumbled over as Redson shoved them aside into the racks. He cupped your face In his hands, checking for injury “oh- Love! Love- did they hurt you?!” Well that was one hell of a mood swing. “no…” you murmured, a bit embarrassed by Sunny’s pampering.

“Come on, love. We can get groceries later…” Redson gave one last death stare to your attacker, and gently linked your arm with his.

Slowly, you both made your way to the parking garage that his truck was In. He helped you In, and shut his door behind him, letting out a dramatic sigh. “I’m so sorry love…i shouldn’t have just left you there when you could be hurt…” Redson looked oddly guilty. But then again, around you, he did soften up a bit.

“Love- no…It’s fine- it happens…” You try to reassure him, but oddly enough, her looks like he’s about to cry.

“Love if my phone wasn’t charged you’d be left alone with that- that creep!” He appeared to be trying his damndest not to cry, but it just wasn’t working, so instead, you wrapped your arms around him.

“it’s okay…love, my phone was charged…i could’ve easily called the police…” this information seemed to let sunny relax a bit, but he didn’t finish crying until about a whole five minutes later. He pulled up with a sniffle, and sighed. “Right…” he murmured. He looked out his stained windsheild, and sighed. “Well…let’s get home…aaaand I can make you some s’mores…how’s about that?” He turned to you with a slightly exited smile.

You smiled back, and turned to him, giving him a small kiss. “That sounds wonderful.”

[biteforblood]

[ GROCERIES #1 ] the damn crew.

✶ notes : gn!reader, silly chaotic fluff, stupid long hcs, 0.6k

damien is prepared. he has a budget and full, detailed list of which he is determined to stick to and complete and will not get distracted from. he knows what aisles to go down for each item. he’s quick, efficient, bit peeved cause…people, especially when they’re in his way. which they are. a lot

huxley is hopping between the group ; he wanders aimlessly through the store with freelancer, helps lasko find and pick out specific brands of things he needs, messes around and causes a respectful ruckus with gavin, pushes the grocery cart around for damien

you cannot tell me gavin isn’t either a) hiding in places he shouldn’t be like in clothing racks or behind displays or b) sitting down somewhere he also shouldn’t be on like pallets or in the shelves ( y’know, like the water and paper towel…shelves? )

like damien, lasko has a list, but unlike the fire elemental, he doesn’t stick to it as firmly. he really does try to, and for the majority if not the entirety of it, he does! lasko also just…kind of…grabs other things as well that aren’t on his list. that, or is convinced by a certain incubus or freelancer to…it’s sooo fiiine

freelancer is one of two ways when shopping : the tired “parent” trying and failing to keep all their kids and boyfriend wrangled in, or one of the kids being unsuccessfully wrangled in. really depends on their mood. that, and who they’re shopping with or lack thereof

the group is forbidden from the snack aisle — at least until the very end — because it’s the one they splurge on the most. everyone’s getting something, if not multiple things, and it’s just the unhealthiest amount of chips and sugar that half of will likely be gone by the end of the night

when freelancer isn’t shopping or being carried by gavin or huxley, they’re being rolled around in the cart like the passenger princess ( gender neutral ) they are

gavin is just…picking up things from shelves and displays that he doesn’t need nor want, then putting it back where it doesn’t belong

and, yes, this irks the hell out of damien ( and as someone who has worked retail, i’m going to strangle you gavin, i swear— )

you remember when you were little and you’d go grocery shopping with your parents or friends, and you had to go to the bathroom really bad so everyone goes together, then when you came back out of the bathroom, everyone just magically disappeared?

yeah, that happens every single time they all go shopping together. without fail. and the person who is left behind changes each time, it’s never consistent, only the ( accidental ) abandonment is

as said at the beginning, huxley pushes around the cart. not solely for damien, but in general. or, if they choose a basket instead, he’s carrying that, or, hell, he’ll just carry whatever it is they’re grabbing in his arms, cart or basket be damned cause who needs one, he’s got this!

similarly…ish, when they’ve gotten all that they do and don’t need and checked out, cart or basket if they used one has been returned, the boys — sometime freelancer, when they aren’t being ref — will make a competition out of seeing who can carry the most bags to the car without dropping or breaking anything

and you’re probably thinking huxley wins every time, and he certainly has! but you cannot tell me that freelancer hasn’t wiped the floor with all of them as well

is it because the boys let them win? maybe. doesn’t make it any less funny a thought or any less sweet a victory that they gleefully rub in each of their faces

© biteforblood. please do not translate, repost, or redistribute in any way on any platform.

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my mom just found out the nice pharmacist she befriended last year, whose sister-in-law was worried about possible breast cancer, and who she's been in regular contact with both as a pharmacy customer and as a good friend, is actually the wife of another friend she made during a stint as a realtor TEN YEARS AGO and regularly runs into at the grocery store and talks cancer recovery with bc they're both survivors.

there are insane levels of shenanigans going on here. mom only made the connection and realized she'd already met Pharmacist Friend when she saw a photo at the pharmacy of Pharmacist Friend with her hair down (i.e. looking like how she remembers Realtor Friend's Wife) instead of up in a bun like it always is at work. then she was like, holy shit, i think that's Realtor Friend's Wife. she'd been wondering where she knew Pharmacist Friend's face from for MONTHS but assumed she must have been thinking of an actress or singer.

so mom happens to randomly run into Realtor Friend at the grocery store AGAIN, bc apparently they're cosmically required to bump into each other at the grocery store every few months, and she's like, "i just found out Pharmacist Friend is your wife! we've been friends for a while, and she told me about her sister-in-law, so i made her a gift basket" and Realtor Friend was like "her sister-in-law? that's my sister! WAIT!! THAT WAS YOU WHO MADE THE GIFT BASKET?! my wife has been talking a lot about you!"

mom just got to talk to Pharmacist Friend at the pharmacy again today and was like "hey i've actually been friends with your husband for ten years and i've seen your kids grow up! we're friends on facebook!" and Pharmacist Friend was like "WAIT!! THAT WAS YOU WHO HAD THE ART CAR AND THE TWO CANCERS?! my husband always tells me about you whenever he runs into you!" and mom was like "you know, i had the strangest feeling when i was putting together that gift basket that something was pulling me to help you..." and turns out it's that she ALREADY MET HER???

TEN YEARS mom has known this guy and seen his family photos and it took ANOTHER YEAR after meeting his wife independently to put two and two together. and this couple had zero idea that "[nickname] who survived two cancers" and "[full name the nickname is derived from] who gave me a gift basket" were the same person. and the best part is that both Pharmacist Friend and Realtor Friend verbatim said "oh i've got goosebumps!" when they realized too. it's almost like they're married or something???

[sakumz]

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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. [ s. ritsu x gn reader ] ft. rei

warning❗: slight ooc

genre 𑁍 : fluff

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" rei-chan? " upon hearing his childhood nickname, he turns to the source of the sound, that means you.

currently holding a basket of grocery in your hands. rei had to turn to try and spot ritsu, who's currently at the candy aisle, probably picking out candies or hiding from him. rei gave you a sheepish smile. thank goodness the queue is still long, ritsu can take his time so rei doesn't have to stand like an idiot at the cash register as he waits for his brother to come.

" grocery shopping in the morning I see? " rei starts, trying to make a conversation as he prays for ritsu to come back sooner.

" yeah! mom forced me out with a list... you're not out here alone, are you? "

" I'm with ritsu. "

ritsu... the younger sakuma brother, you couldn't help but let a smile come up to your face as you recalled the last time you two hung out. it was at the school library when you tried to study with him, only for him to knock out the moment he sat down.

" speaking of which, do you mind bringing him back here? he's taking a tad bit too long picking out candies. " hearing the request, of course you agreed.

going from aisle to aisle, finding the candy category. there you spot the raven haird boy, crouched down, humming to himself.

" ah, y/n. what a coincidence, shopping for candies too? " ritsu says as he turns to look at you, his hands full of sweets.

" that's a lot of candies no? and no I'm not here for candies, I got my own errands to run. "

" it's not all for me, gonna give some to suu-chan for being so kind to me and mikarin. restocking our secret candy stash, you know. "

letting out giggles from his response, he couldn't help but smile too.

" we should go back to rei-chan. " pulling the boy from his position and taking him to his brother, ritsu wants to scream when he spots his brother.

" say, can we walk y/n to their house? I don't think I can survive a long 30 minutes with just you, " ritsu says to rei as rei let's out a sigh.

it's a dream come true that his brother even came with him all the way to the grocery store, they haven't spoken alot besides the exchange of good mornings. well at least walking you back to your house and then their dorms take at least ten minutes, he still has time to talk to ritsu a bit at least.

" yeah sure, " rei replies, looking over you as you paid your grocery.

ritsu quickly takes a bag from you, since they're gonna send you home, might as well help carry you and he doesn't have much to carry. rei offering to take your other bag so now you're walking with the sakuma brothers, side by side and you're holding nothing but your phone and wallet.

" come on, not talking to each other again? what happened? " you tried to break the silence, ad you three continued your walk home.

" anija. "

" hmm rei-chan? he did something? "

" no, wait... you've been calling him that since childhood, and you've never given me a nickname like maakun. he used to call me ricchan. "

" is that why you're not talking to rei? "

" there's favouritism here and I hate it. "

rei laughs upon hearing his brother's statement, making the two of you turn to look back at him.

" ah that was good, if ritsu doesn't love his big brother anymore its good to know there's his favourite person loving me more. "

" that's not quite true, " you say as ritsu pouts.

" so you prefer him over me? I thought I was your favourite, " ritsu fake cries as he shook your shoulders.

" well if you asked who I'd rather marry, it'll be ritsu. thought rei might be better for domestic purposes. "

" gasp, I can cook... "

" yeah your food does taste great but the appearances... what if one day I mistake your great cooking for garbage on a plate? "

" stop bullying me, anija back me up! "

" hahaha, whatever you say ritsu. "

as the three stop by your house, wave you goodbye and its just the sakuma brothers walking back. ritsu looks over to rei and sees the smile that never seem to go away eversince they exited the dorms together.

" why are you so happy? " ritsu asked.

" I got to spend a little time with you. "

" even if we never talked till y/n came? "

" seeing you, is enough for me. well its good you're still working hard and you're healthy, you've made plenty of good friends, people you can rely on. but don't push yourself too hard, if you ever need a hand to hold, I'll give you mine. "

" nah, there's still y/n's hand that I can hold in moments like those. "

" are you two lovers or something? " rei stares at ritsu as ritsu winks at him.

" that's a secret, " little did rei know, they're not lovers.

[polyamorouspunk]

I just cried to my dad about how fucked up this country is and I dont think he ever really realized how much the political landscape that I’ve grown up in affected me until I told him “The America that me and my generation are about to inherit has gone to hell in a hand basket and doesnt deserve to be a country when the people running it refuse to step in and protect the rights of its own citizens.”

We were always taught that the bad things happening in this country were the things that nazis did. The things the worst of the worst did. The things we were taught to fight wars against. And no one in office is doing anything to stop it.

And for the first time, my dad didnt play devils advocate. He just nodded his head and agreed with me that this country is very fucked up.

But anyways I just cried about this for like an hour, so I could use some happy thoughts before I fall asleep if you can maybe?

It’s storming out. My mom leaned over me to watch the lightning in the sky out the window.

I got strawberries at the store today. They had some really big ones, but I went with a package that had more in them that were a bit smaller. While I was standing by the car waiting for my mom to go to the grocery store I noticed the blueberry bushes in the yard are full of blueberries. I stared really hard at them willing them to ripen, but it didn’t work.

I wrote my best friend out a card today and I’m going to put a package together to send them. They just got a promotion at work. A job they’ve been interested in since we were in high school. My other best friend is engaged. Her and her fiancé are coming down to visit me in October. She wants to go trick-or-treating with me again because we love Halloween. I’ve known her since I was five.

Sometimes my mom and I stand out on our front porch and watch the sun set over the fields. One time we hopped in the car at like 10pm at night and drove out into the country so she could get the perfect shot of the moon. None of them came out well but it’s okay. Sometimes she has me take pictures of things on the side of the road she sees, like flowers. I think she sends them to my brother. One time she pulled over and ran into a field to grab some cotton because she’s really fascinated with it. She also picks up peanuts that the peanut trucks drop when she rides her bike though town.

When I go to the grocery store people say hello and talk to me about the weather. I don’t know them. I didn’t grow up here.

My coworkers and I went bowling a few days before the store closed. I won the last round. We had fun.

My mom and I are painting the back porch blue. In the house I grew up in she painted our kitchen purple. She was a bit self conscious because “kitchens aren’t purple” but she wanted to paint it purple. It was a lavender color.

My neighbor and I painted fish on my walls because I always wanted an under water themed room. We never finished.

One night my friend slept over my house and the sound of the dishwasher scared us. We climbed in bed together and fell asleep like that.

When I was getting ready for my eight grade dance I got mail polish remover in my eyes. No one was home but my brother. He brought me to the bathroom and washed my eyes out.

My cousin and I used to make fairy gardens when we were little any time we saw each other. I only met her a few times growing up. I can drive to her house in under two hours now.

I think there’s always a home where we make one no matter what else is going on. Even if it’s just other people.

[jojolovenotes]

gintoki and 28 for the f/o game please!

Meet Cutes: 28. mistaking the other for their friend and getting embarrassed when they turn around

You always dreaded going out grocery shopping. As much as you tried to be prepared and keep a list, you somehow always ended up forgetting something no matter how many times you went over the list. Despite not feeling very optimistic about yet another grocery trip, you still tried to encourage yourself to get it done. Maybe it would be much easier if you had invited a friend to join you, but you also wondered if that might be weird too. Edo was always a busy place, in that regard at least you knew with a crowdful of people you felt eyes wouldn’t solely be on you while you were doing your shopping. 

You nodded your head and bowed politely when the employee greeted you. You made sure to quickly grab a shopping basket and duck into one of the aisles hoping that no one asked if you needed help with anything. Having to converse with employees more than necessary could be painfully stressful at times. You turned your attention to one of the shelves to see what aisle you ended up starting in - AISLE 03 SPICES.

Your eyes scanned through your list now trying to find the section where the spices had been written. You were focused until you caught a glimpse of someone walking by which shifted your attention to the person who walked by you now. While you didn’t get a good look at their face, you just knew that had to be your friend. Normally you would’ve been against approaching with such confidence, but feeling overjoyed to see a familiar face made you decide to act impulsively.

“Hello!” you exclaimed (not very loudly). The person didn’t turn around, and you figured perhaps you aren't loud enough. You shuffle closer to them now tugging on their sleeve, “Excuse me… Hi! It’s nice to see you!” you exclaim with a bit more confidence this time, until the person in question turns around and all the confidence you mustered suddenly leaves your body.

“...Huh?” the man who turned around definitely wasn’t your friend. 

From behind his hair looked like it had been more orderly, but now seeing him facing you you saw just how disheveled his appearance had been. It didn’t help that the man had been sticking a finger in his nose and didn’t seem to try to hide this from you. You tried not to look so judgmental, but at the same time you were surprised he didn’t seem to rush to pull his finger out or anything.

“...I’m so sorry. I thought you were someone else.” You admitted sheepishly now looking away.

“Who’d you think I was? A celebrity maybe?” the stranger almost sounded a bit hopeful. Well, at least now his finger was out of his nose and found its way into his ear now. 

“No… Just someone I thought I knew. A friend… Well, more of an acquaintance.” you gave him a shy smile. Even if he seemed a bit odd he was kind of cute now that you got a better look at him. 

“Sorry to disappoint you.” he said with a shrug. 

“Oh no… If anything I’m sorry for making the mistake, really.” You waved your hands in front of you dismissively. 

“It’s not a big deal… I’ve had stranger things happen.” he said with a shrug. 

That was definitely an understatement.

“You seem like a guy that has a lot of stories to tell.” Your confidence returned to you. Normally you didn’t chat much with strangers, but something about him made you want to continue this conversation.

“You can tell?” He replied with a laugh. “Gintoki Sakata. I do odd jobs so if you need something done I got you. I guess this is kind of an odd job for me… I normally don’t go to the store. At all. But you see, we ran out of an important ingredient so I figured I might as well go… The people I live with, they aren’t that dependable. It’s hopeless.” 

You listened intently now wondering who these people were that Gintoki lived with… That was until you saw someone else approaching him. It was a younger looking man who had a cart full of groceries already seeming like he was ready to scold Gintoki for what he had in his basket - you didn’t notice but it seemed as though his basket had been filled with sweets. What an odd experience. 

While he was being dragged away he managed to give you a business card.

“Give me a call sometime!” Gintoki exclaimed before he was dragged away. 

What an interesting day….

[yellowcray0n]

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The Love of Your Life Might be in the Wine Aisle (Part 1)

D is trying to grab some quick groceries when she stumbles upon somebody in the wine aisle whom she happens to be slightly intrigued by.

"Okay, mental note mental note.."  I say as I whisper to myself.

I'm quickly walking through the grocery store and bend down to pick up a small grocery basket and continue walking. I pull out my phone from the back pocket of my jeans. 6:17pm. I want to be in and out of here. This is target, and if you have any sort of self control you'll be in here for only 5 minutes. I mean, or 5 hours. You decide. And with the day I've had and just getting off of work? I'm just really trying to get home so.. first option me please.

In my head I'm thinking of the few things that I need, "Almond milk, bananas, eggs, tomatoes.."

I start heading in the direction to go get the milk and as I'm walking, I see some red wines on my left hand side. I side eye it but I walk right passed it. Hmph. Do I need that? I say to myself, "Girl you do not need that."

Because it's true! I don't. I don't need anything that has what starts with the word "alc" and ends in "ohol" okay. I can't even bring myself to want to remember the little throw up fest that occurred last week Friday.

Today's Thursday and yes, it has almost been a week. However, 6 days is not nearly enough time to recuperate after a night like that. You know when you drink too much to the point of begging for all the forgiveness in the world? Then you swear you'll never take another sip of anything that has alcohol again. (Which, my friends would probably call cap.. whatever.)

I say silently to myself, "Yeah, not happening."

*****

"Okay, so. Got the milk, got the eggs, got the tomatoes, got the bread, pasta, spinach.."

I say while walking and talking, walking and talking. I'm thinking out loud. No Ed Sheeran.

My phone is already in my hand at this point so I look at the time. 6:26pm. Realistically, maybe 5 minutes in target isn't really possible buuut a girl can dream.

I'm headed back towards the front of the store because I'm forgetting bananas, then after I'll be on my way.

"Hi, hi excuse me!"

Someone taps me on my right shoulder. Slightly started by the tap, I raise my eyebrows but when I turn around I smile when I see her. It's a pretty woman with dark grey ish hair. Maybe in about her early 40s with a red wine bottle in her left hand and a cart full of groceries.

"Hi! Sorry I don't mean to bother you, I was just wondering, have you tried this wine before?"

She turns the bottle of wine she has in her hand to where the name is facing its front so that I can read it.

I eye it wondering if it is familiar to me or not.

"Can I.."

She gestures a nodding yes to me and I gently take the bottle from her so I can examine it closely but I'm honestly not sure if I recognize this wine.

"Hmm.. no I'm sorry," I say while handing it back to her. "I don't think I've tried this wine before. The name and everything doesn't look familiar to me."

"Ahh okay I see. I didn't know if this was a sweet or dry wine."

I try to gently turn the bottle around whilst it is in her hands. Scoping for the sweet/dry scale that I know some wine bottles have on the back of their labels.

"Oh! Look," I get closer to her to point and show her on the back of the bottle. "They have a 1-10 scale and it says for sweetness it's at a 4, so this should be semi sweet."

Her eyes light up. "Oh perfect! Thank you so much. I've been looking for what wine to gift to my daughter and it seems like she would like this then." She smiles at me. "Thank you!"

"Aw, you're welcome! That's so sweet! No pun intended!"

We share a little chuckle. "I'm sure your daughter will enjoy it. Have a great evening!"

"You too!"

I smile and then continue to walk in the direction I was walking, towards the front of the store.

I stop and think to myself. Wait.. was that a sign? I've been stressed today and honestly a wine night wouldn't be that bad.. at least it's not hard liquor. Wine is better.

Wine is classy. You can never go wrong with some wine. Or some class. Am I right ladies?

Wise words from ya girl.

So I'm sold! Thank you, random lady who tapped me. You made this retiring alcoholic give in to temptation. (I use "alcoholic" extremely loosely. I'm more so your social drinker.)

I've now made it to the wine aisle. I know that's completely going against everything I said earlier about drinking but if I need to, I'll hate myself later.

I look through the wines and I realize I want to get out of my comfort zone and not get a wine that I'm already used to. I actually decide on trying the wine that lady asked me about so I look for it.

I see another guy out of the corner of my eye looking at the different wines too. Seems like he's also selecting a choice. He's about an arms length and a half distance from me and he has a wine bottle already in his hand.

I glance at him and then look back at the wines.

Oh.. wow. He's cute.. and he's tall. Typical. Just typical.

I see the wine I wanted to get and it's nearer to him.

"Sorry, excuse me." He slightly moves so I can reach by to get the wine. I get it and examine it. So inevitably I'm closer to him now and while I'm examining my own wine, I look over at the one he's holding in hands.

Damn. He has really nice hands too. Wait, stop. What?! This is a stranger. He wouldn't even know I'm looking at his hands anyways, right? They are nice though. Who am I?! And why am I like this? Is my cycle about to start?! Get a grip, girl. You got your wine, now lea-"

"Solid choice."

Shit.

I look up at him and back down at the wine in my hand. Trying to play it all off as if I wasn't just day dreaming about his hands.

"Oh yeah?"

He smiles at me.  "Yeah."

"Well I'm all about the solid choices." What? Corny. Please just stop while you're ahead.

I notice he looks at my basket. I see him raise an eyebrow.

I look at him then down at my basket then back at him.

"What?"

"There's no way someone actually drinks unsweetened almond milk. Unless you're like 50."

"Um excuse you. I did not get unsweetened—" I look at the milk in my basket. Oh. Maybe I did.

He notices my face of realization and he lets out a little laugh. "Hey, do you."

I'm tryna do something else.

"No, that was a mistake." I put the wine that I have in my hand inside of my basket. "I was trying to be in and out of here and I guess I grabbed the unsweetened milk by accident." At this point I'm laughing. "I can't even lie to you I'm not going all the way back there so I guess there's a first time for everything, shiiii."

"What wine you got there, beautiful?"

He called me beautiful. Not me feeling all warm and fuzzy inside?!

"No no, don't call me beautiful."

"Would you rather I called you ugly?"

I shoot him an immediate death glare.

"Oh c'mon. I promise I'm only kidding. If anyone called you ugly they'd be bloody lying." He smiles when he says this and I see his teeth. This smile, his teeth, it's literally everything. Borderline perfect. Not to be dramatic.

I scoff and roll my eyes. "Whatever. Don't try to hit on me."

"I'm not hitting on you," I look at him and this time his body is facing me and he's looking right at me.

"I mean, it's true. You are absolutely beautiful," he says this matter-of-factly. "That's what you are. Plus, I don't know your name so I'll go with beautiful. Unless that makes you uncomfortable. Although, it still doesn't take that fact away.

"Yeah. Mhmm." I look him up and down examining him. "Whatever you say."

He laughs. "It's a wine kinda night?"

I'm done scoping the wines and so I start to walk away from the wine aisle. I say from behind my shoulder,

"You already know. And from the looks of it it seems like it's one for you too?"

"Yeah, I'm trying it out. I'm not really a wine drinker."

I notice we're now both heading towards the self check out area.

"Oh really? You're not? I am."

"So, what I'm hearing is you'll tell me all I need to know about wine?"

"Slow your roll."

He laughs and looks at me with a sort of intrigued face.

"What's your name? You know, besides 'beautiful'?"

He's charming.. and now he's behind me in the self check out line. I look back at him then back at the line as it's moving forward I move forward as well.

"D."

"D. What does it stand for?"

"You want my social next?"

"Someone's fiesty."

"Maybe a little."

He smiles. "I'm Sebastian."

[mollydsails]

October 16 - Layover day in Solomons. Downright cold this morning—a chilly 47! Brrr! Our friends on Sol A Maya left the mooring field shortly before 8.

Sol A Maya leaving Solomons

After a warm shore shower, David and I borrowed a couple of marina bikes for the 2 mile trip to Weiss grocery store. The bikes are all in questionable condition, but as long as you pray the entire time you are riding them, you will be ok. The bikes are “pumper” bikes and we were thankful for the fairly flat surface to the store. My bike’s brakes had two modes, stop and don’t stop. There was no “slight” use of the brakes. The bike’s basket, when full, dipped down and rubbed along the top of the tire. An obvious wear pattern was worn through the tire’s tread. It’s only a matter of time before the tire pops. Hope I am not riding that bike when it happens.

My beautiful pumper bike.

In the afternoon we went to the Calvert Maritime Museum.

This goldfish has the weirdest eyes I have ever seen!

Thomas Point Lighthouse

View from the museum’s waterfront

After our visit to the Museum, we took a stroll to the town’s waterfront. The town was deserted but that is to be expected on a Monday afternoon in mid-October.

Boardwalk along the waterfront.

Tomorrow Molly D will have an early departure for our next stop, Fishing Bay.

[viktor-the-leshen]

Once when I was a tiny child like around 6ish? My mom took me to the grocery store and left me in the attached movie/game rental area (yes I am that old and my home town was that shit)

While I was looking at a game case, I felt a pull at like the back of my skull, and there was a white flash. I looked around, and everything was just this infinite white void around me. Except I could see a handful of people walking around. Some had baskets, and some didn't. They were just walking like they were going down the isles of the store. Even if it was physically impossible for me to see them.

My mother was one of the people I could see and she had a shopping cart full of stuff. Then I like snapped back to reality and felt sick for a bit. Got up and walked towards where I had seen my mom and she was there and her cart and all the items were where I saw them in that white void. I didn't say shit to her or anyone really until I was like 20. I just wasn't sure what had happened.

Holy shit that's super bizarre. That reminds me of something that would happen in a video game. Like the graphics for the world despawned temporarily and had to load back in.

I've only had one experience that I really can't explain as anything but paranormal. When I was around 12 or so, I was riding my bike around our small neighborhood alone just before sundown. The neighborhood had a bunch of these really long driveway type things where a bunch of the parking spots for cars were right next to the lined up houses. I rode into one of these maybe 100-200ft driveways and looked up to see a figure in the distance standing facing me. They were just dead center in the road/driveway thing and looked completely head to toe black. Like a 3D silhouette. Then they turned and without making a sound ran behind one of the cars. I rode as fast as I could towards it to see if I was just mistaking a person, but it was completely gone. I didn't hear the gate open up to one of the houses, the cars were empty, nobody was around or under them. It just vanished. IDK if I was seeing things but nothing like that has happened since and I don't have any history of hallucinations or anything.

[jarofstyles]

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“You’re going with a very ambitious carving.” Y/N gave his sketch in the pumpkin a cautious gaze. It was a bunch of bats, with a moon. He has chosen it from the stencils they’d found on Pinterest. Y/N herself had chosen a signature face, a classic jagged teeth and triangle eyes and nose.

“Your faith in me is beautiful, honey. Really.” He snarked back, giving her the raised brow signature as he went back to the sharpie in hand, finishing up the last bat wing and placing the cap right back on, daringly holding the pen between his lips. “I think it will be beautiful, really. I haven’t carved a pumpkin since I was a teen.”

The spiel made Y/N sigh softly, well aware of the repeated story she was going to get. It was the same one he had told the cashier at the grocer while they picked up the pumpkin. Harry had said it was damn near blasphemy that they weren’t going to an actual pumpkin patch but it was a bit too late in the season. There wouldn’t be enough big ones left for his taste. So they trotted off to the grocery store to make a night out of it.

In the oven were sugar cookies with the image of pumpkins settled in them, dipped in sugar, along with some experimental pumpkin pie flavored ones that he had thrown haphazardly into the basket. The paycheck had hit and they both were feeling especially brave with money. They had stumbled across a good recipe for some pasta they had eaten earlier, and slightly full tummies only set the mood to be especially cozy.

The fireplace was lit in a soft blaze, the crackle heard in between the pauses in her ‘Fall-ing for you’ playlist playing over the speaker in their house. The pair had been trying to do more things together, wanting to make traditions now that they’d settled into the place. Y/N’s eyes stayed on him fondly as he retold the last apparent traumatic experience in cutting his pumpkin.

“Next thing you know, Niall’s cackling like a lunatic into the quiet room and bam. The knife slips.” He sighed sadly. “Real blood isn’t exactly what we want to have on the pumpkins, I feared. So I took it out and had to wash it, and then go and get 4 stitches,, baby. 4!” He said it with the same amount of enthusiasm he had the first time he told it, which only seemed to make her heart grow fonder. It’s why she never interrupted him. The simple excitement to tell a story was something she loved from him. He wasn’t the most outgoing so to see him be excited about talking was something she adored. Y/N never wanted to dampen that light.

“Oh wow.” She murmured, scooping out the inner guts of the pumpkin into the steel bowl. “That’s why you’ve got the scar between your thumb and index, yeah?” She knew because she laid kisses to it every so often when they were in especially soft moods.

“Mhm.” His reply was muffled by the hot chocolate lifted to his mouth. A slight dollop of whipped cream sat on his nose, making her coo. “What?” His cheeks flushed as she giggled, staying still as she appproached his seated figure and leaned in. He had assumed she was going to give him a kiss, puckering his lips but was met with a wet sensation on his nose. “Oi! What?” He pulled back with a crinkled nose, trying to work out what happened. “Did you just lick me?”

“Yeah.” Her shoulders shrugged as she went back to her pumpkin, going elbow deep to get the insides clean. “Had whipped cream on your nose. Couldn’t wipe it off, and we literally lick each other’s genitals. Don’t be a baby.”

Harry sputtered before melting into a laugh, shaking his head as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand. A bit of whipped cream remained, making him scoff. “Couldn’t even get all of it. Weak.”

Y/N responded with a simple toss of a slimy pumpkin seed in his direction, nailing him in the cheek.

“Heeeey! I was just joking. No need to result in violence.”

—-

“Do not laugh.” His voice was wavering, trying to keep his own laugh in as he looked at the now lit pumpkins on their front porch. “Do not. I see you shoulders shaking. Don’t do it.” Harry couldn’t blame her when she burst into a slew of giggles.

The carving was indeed very ambitious for someone who didn’t carve a pumpkin since he was a teenager. The jagged bats were a bit hard to make out, and the ‘moon’ was hanging on by a very thin thread. Once the animals got to it.. it probably wouldn’t last too long.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” She wheezed, leaning into him, laughter muffled by his Halloween sweater. It was to get in the spirit, but right now he was feeling like it mocked him. The pumpkin carving spirits had betrayed him, really… “You tried, that’s what counts. And the cookies came out great!”

“Ah yes, the cookies I placed on the pan and sprinkled sugar on.” He deadpanned, arm a wrapping around her body. “You’re so lucky I love you. Makin’ fun of me and my pumpkin. It’s a fluke. I will get another tomorrow and show you.” He huffed, a puff of hair blowing from the wind of his breath.

“Harry.” She sobered slightly, looking at him in the eyes. “No. No more massacred pumpkins. We can get some and paint on them with nontoxic paint or something for the dining room. It’s a miracle you aren’t injured, considering your last experiences.” Y/N was being fair. An alternative. Considering the neighbors would definitely be able to see the pumpkin and the fake candle showed the extent of the disaster it had showed, he did think the paint would be the less dangerous option.

“Fine. But let’s get the cool pastel paint from the craft store. I’ll go on Pinterest and-“ Y/N’s hand came up to gently cover his lips with her sweater paw’d hand, giving him a look.

“Let’s leave Pinterest alone for a bit, shall we babe? I’m all for creative expression, but we don’t want to scar our guests when they come for the party. Yeah?”

Harry grunted, sinking his teeth lightly into the sweater covered palm to make her squeak. “A bully.” He grumbled as she wiggled out of his hold. “Wouldn’t think so with how sweet you look, but you’re awfully good at being a deceiving little witch.” He followed her inside the house, hot on her heels.

“Hey! At least I’m honest! Let go. Do not tickle me.” She warned, feeling his arms wrap around her as he kicked their front door closed. Instead of fingers in the stomach, she was given a kiss to the neck, and then she felt it. The wet of his mouth, and the buzzing. Blowing raspberries into her sensitive neck, making her squeak and try and escape the vibrating sensation.

Making her escape, she dove behind the couch with narrowed eyes. “That was cold. Low, even for you, Styles.” She hissed, wiping her neck off. The joyous glint in her eye made him smirk though, shaking his shoulders up and down as he simply crossed his arms. “Deserved, as you and your friends say. Besides, you said not to tickle you. I didn’t. Simple payback for earlier and for being a smart mouth little bully.”

Y/N grumbled to herself as she pulled the fuzzy orange throw blanket printed with pumpkins over her shoulders, sitting in front of the fire. “Hmph. You love me and my smart mouth. Next.”

“That I do, little brat. That I do.”

[indouloureux]

I love smut blurbs as much as the next person about eddie but what I love even more is domestic eddie. Like cooking breakfast or dinner together. Running around the grocery store throwing food in the basket just because it looks good. Him coming home from a long exhausting day of work and just rubbing his shoulders and starting his shower for him. Maybe on his days off you guys sleep in and then hop in his van and go for a ride outside of hawkin. Inviting Wayne over for dinner on Sundays and watching them drink beer and bond over cars etc. Listening to him and the dnd club argue over what's happening in the campaign. Idk fluffy domestic eddie really speaks to me on a whole different level.

domestic eddie has my heart, darling.

now, i'm not gonna lie, eddie will be a shit cook at first. but when you came home one time too exhausted, unable to cook bc you were the one who always cooks seeing as he can't cook for shit, he made sure to learn how to.

you'd come home and there's just an entire cooked chicken in the middle of the table. he said that chicken parts confused him and he just bought a whole one and bought a recipe book. to top it off, he made roasted potatoes. they were fucking amazing.

(also, he was clad in a pink, floral apron of yours, hair up in a messy bun, hands covered in oven mitts with tongs in his hand. it's such a sight to see.)

going to the grocery with him is another level. when he was with wayne, his wants were limited. he can only take two of those he wanted because money was short. but when you both got a job and had your own home and started earning adult money, well—

eddie would be pushing the cart, jumping and hopping on it as he moves, would beg constantly to let you buy him the sweet, almost diabetic cereals there is. would chuck in an entire gallon of ice cream, beers of different brands, and just full out processed foods because, lets be honest, sometimes he doesn't eat healthily.

when he comes home from work, exhausted, you'd urge him to lay down on his stomach at the couch, you sitting on his thighs and just cracking his back and he MOANS LIKE A WHORE istfg. but as much as it turns you on, poor baby is tired and you just want to, well, baby him.

get his shower ready, get with him in the tub, relax him with a few strokes down there and an orgasm, before you guys let your eyes go dry from watching endless tv while you cuddle in the sofa.

one thing he loves is roadtrips. you guys would both leave anytime of the day—no clothes, just money and snacks, and drive wherever; listening to music, fucking in the back of his van, kissing the back of your hand as he drives with one hand outside of town. hearing you sing as you kick your feet up the dashboard with the windows down, and he just stares at you like you're the most beautiful human being in existence.

wayne would come over every sunday. always. you guys would drink beer, watch a movie or play board games (queue sore loser eddie playing monopoly) and talk about your childhood while eddie has an arm around you and you just converse with his uncle with a bright smile (eddie thinking right then and there that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you).

the kids would come over too! movie nights with them, sometimes playing dnd and you're just relaxing at the sofa while they yell and argue and just swoon when eddie DMs.

dancing around wherever you want to. he'd sing you songs that aren't metal. turning the radio on and spinning you around in the middle of the kitchen when you're cooking or when it's morning and you're drinking coffee.

helping you paint the walls when you first moved in. having a very messy paint fight—that sometimes would lead to an actual fight on which color of the wall you guys would choose.

CUDDLES WHENEVER YOU WANT TO. in the living room, sitting on his lap when he sits on the kitchen island, in your bedroom. all that shit.

sometimes you both would walk around naked just for the fun of it. because you guys live together. eating while walking, smoking, and while he no longer deals, he still smokes weed with you.

i cant think of anything else. my pinkies had gone numb coedodneoxndoe i love domestic eddie :(