#millie writes

[thisismeracing]

Hey, can I pleade request Mick dating a journalism major!reader in uni, (and she has to write a paper about something like 'a thing you find beautiful in everday life' or something like that and she writes about Mick, he reads it and realises she has feelings for him)? Please

P.S.: feel free ignore the part in the brackets

Beautiful things | MS47

⸺ the one where it's no secret you're in love with him, but he finally realizes it. ✓ mentions of food; friends to lovers; not proofread; fem!reader (she/her). 0.8k words

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Mick had a rushed routine as a driver and a famous one. You also had a rushed routine, though you were neither famous nor a driver. Quite the opposite and your friendship surprised a few people because you were a journalism major who just like in the cliches spilled your coffee on him on your first day at the paddock.

One of your college friends who happened to have a rich mom invited you to a weekend in the paddock, and though every catastrophic scenario went through your head you said yes. As it turned out, you did make a fool of yourself, but it earned you a new friend, and just like everyone once told you, nobody is paying that much attention to the point of remembering the comic situation you got pulled into.

You and Mick clicked and had been friends for around two years now. You made it work even with the hectic schedule and the traveling. He would take you with him whenever it was near enough for a quick plane ride and you didn't have classes. That's how it became a thing for him to know about your assignments and help you with them. He would tell you that it was relaxing to read your writing, and then proceed to do it every small free second he got (there were shots of him in the garage with a sandwich in one hand and your laptop in the other).

Coming to think about it, you suppose that maybe that's how you fell for him. Mick was always there for you even when he was on the other side of the world. He would call, and text, and get you small souvenirs. He would help proofread your assignments, and ask about your day. And don't get things wrong, you have tons of friends, but none of them felt like what you had with Mick. None of them slept with their phone by their pillow waiting for you to sleep and waking you up if they heard you having a nightmare. You kept telling yourself that he was just extra friendly. That he was the golden retriever guy everyone talked about, but that didn't mean he loved you. That, though, wasn't enough to convince your heart and you saw yourself slowly and surely fall for him.

That's how you ended up writing about him in your last assignment. One he wasn't supposed to read, but you forgot you shared the online folder with him and that he opened it every weekend to check for new stuff.

There are many beautiful things in everyday life, but some don't seem captivating to us every day. I love the sky, love the way the blue can turn into orange, and somehow get mixed into a light purple. How at night you get to see different glimmers of stars, and travel imagining cloud forms just like when it's daylight. But I don't see the sky as lovely when it's winter and there's no sun or white clouds, just a dark shade of grey. [...] I also find the rush of people in the city captivating, each going on about their lives, taking the subway, strolling with friends, walking the dogs, and buying groceries. Still, there are days when I hate the rush, and I hate how the dogs will stand in the way on the sidewalk, how the subway is full, and how loud a group of strangers can be. [...] But then there are the people. A person. He drives just as effortlessly as he walks. And the days when he walks with me, the dark sky is beautiful, the dogs barking in the way are music to my ears, and the packed subway is full of bursting dreams and hopeful people. I'm one of them. I'm hopeful he'll notice me one day. I'm hopeful he'll love me the way I love him. I'm hopeful he'll see me just as beautiful as I see him. To me, he's the everyday beauty, not because of his sparkly blue eyes, or soft blond hair, but because of who he is. I never get tired of him. I never will because he's this kind of beauty to me.

"Wow," he breathed after finishing your paper just as you were walking into his driver's room.

His big ocean orbs found your frame by the door, and by the way he was looking at you, surprise etched on his face, you knew he read the piece and connected the dots.

"Mick...I-...I'm so sorry- I-" Truth be told, you were on the verge of tears, what was supposed to be a beautiful day started to feel like a nightmare. You thought so many things, thought he would hate you, thought he wouldn't wanna be friends anymore, that he would laugh at you, but he smiled.

He gave you that overwhelmingly gorgeous smile.

Your heart skipped a beat, and suddenly, he was in front of you, still smiling, he reached for your cheekbones and connected your foreheads, taking a deep breath - something you weren't able to do because of your nerves.

"Schatzi, you're the most beautiful thing in the world," he whispered, and that small sentence was everything you needed to hear.

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[milliemakesmagic]

Forgetting the Empty Bed

MILLIE WROTE MORE NICK FORGETTING HIS LOVER ANGST COME GET YOUR DINNER

Wanted angst, stayed up late writing, bon appetit.

Word count: 605 Warnings: Sad. And alluding to intimacy but only if you SQUINT. AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56923843

Nick’s yellow eyes traced the cracks in the ceiling. The cricket choir sang outside and he could hear the sounds of other settlers talking and laughing next door. He sighed, content with this moment, but mostly enjoying the company of his lover. Beside him lay the most beautiful woman in the Commonwealth, her body nestled perfectly against his, her hair messy on the pillow.  Nick admired her every day, but during missions and cases, it was hard to take time to truly be enraptured by her.  But as she laid asleep next to him with soft moonlight illuminating her face, he was thankful sleep wasn’t a vital part of his life, because he got to lay there and truly take in her beauty.  He tightened his arm around her, his good hand caressing her bare back.  Nick loved moments like this. Moments that were truly his.  “N-Nick?” Her sleepy voice mumbled.  “Yes, my darling? I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t wake you.” She shook her head, moving her body more on top of his. “I’m cold.”  Nick pulled the covers higher and tucked them around her shoulders. “That better?”  “Mhm.” She closed her eyes and immediately was out like a light again.  Nick chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her head.  He still didn’t know what he did to deserve her.  The most resilient, compassionate, determined and seemingly fearless woman in Boston was his closest companion. He’d seen sides of her no one else had, except probably her late husband.  People saw her as an undefeated hero whenever she’d come back from taking out a threatening group of raiders. But no one except him saw her crying after the battle, feeling horrible for taking so many lives.  They saw her as a trustworthy and perfect leader, but Nick witnessed her stay up all night, stressed over a decision for the settlement, pouring over the options.  She was this pinnacle of resilience and bravery in their eyes, but they didn’t know her the way Nick did.  Only Nick knew the number of scars across her soft skin, only Nick heard her cry in agony after losing her son, only Nick held her and calmed her down when the nightmares tormented her.  And only Nick held her bare body against his own, knowing the secret that she slept better beside him.  She was perfect. She was human.  And she was the only beloved treasure that was just Wasteland Nick’s.  Cop Nick Valentine had the beautiful and innocent Jenny Lands. 

But this Nick, he had the most amazing woman in the Commonwealth. And she loved him with all of her.

…

……

………..

Nick laid in bed, alone.  The agency was silent.  The room was cold.  And his mind was forgetting her.  “N-Nick?” His memory banks coughed up her voice. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused. What did she say after that? Why did she say his name? What was she asking?  “I…I hope I didn’t wake you? Dammit. Think Nick! Remember her, you useless bastard!”  The image of her sleeping figure beside him faded more each day.  He desperately tried to slow the memory bank reset by laying in bed, clutching her favorite dress for hours and examining pictures of her.  But he could never capture the feeling of her warm body breathing slowly against him.  He’d never have those moments again.  And it cut him harder than anyone ever had.  Everyday he desperately tried to stop his forgetting.  But deep down, a small part of him was thankful that he wouldn’t feel the agony of not having her by his side every night.

[roosterbruiser]

I think tomorrow I will write the dirtiest nastiest most disgusting despicable Rooster smut. might take me a few days to write it bc I want it to be insanely detailed and worth the wait.

none of you are ready 💜

[wonnie99]

"Are you even human?"

Jungwon Smut!!!

enemies to lovers,smut

None of this relates to the idols actions in real life and this should not affect him in any way.

Warning:Pinning down ,sloppy kisses,this is a smut so mdni,degrading,quite physically abusive (not that badly) if I missed any lmk.

The girl sat on the boys bed bored,she waited for him to get out of the bathroom.He had been in there for ages and she was sick of waiting while holding in her pee.

She could use her own bathroom if jungwon just fixed it,but the boy said that she would have to pay up and there was no way she was coughing up some money just to get him to fix her bathroom.

She was skint as it was paying to stay in her dorm,as well as college fees.Money was not something she had enough to spare,the boy came out of the bathroom smirking as he saw the girl with crossed legs.She instantly rushed to the bathroom locking the door behind her with and urge to finally do her business.

"What a jerk..." She mumbles under her breath as she washed her hands,today was not the best of days for her.Especially with the three assignments all due in two days.

She stepped out after drying her hands and rushed to her room in her dorm,she hated sharing a dorm with such a cruel person.

But if we turn to jungwon he loved it,seeing how angry she got after she had to wait . He loved to take his time to see how far he could push her,he fed off her annoyance and anger.

He smirked laying down on his bed grabbing him phone,it was only minutes later before the boy was asleep all comfortable under his covers.

Meanwhile the girl was sneaking through his door to make her way to the shower.As soon as she got in the bathroom she sighed locking the door.Within an hour she was fresh and felt so much cleaner after having a nice hot shower.

She walked out of the bathroom in her fresh PJ's happily,but her smile soon dropped when she saw the boy sat at the foot of the bed smirking at her eyeing her as she walked out.

"What th-" she started ,yet he cut her off

"Watch your language,why are you having a shower this late?" he asked ,his eyebrow raising with his smirk still vivid and wide.

"Because why not?"she scoffed annoyed that the boy was watching her every move as she walked towards the door.

A harsh grip on her wrist stopped her while also causing her to whince.

"Yah,Yang Jungwon what is it that you want?Am I not allowed to shower anymore?Huh,do you want me to do it Infront of your eyes!"She shouted angrily pulling her wrist back shocking the boy as he almost fell.

"Well I wouldn't mind that"He chuckled stepping closer,the girl gulped playing it cool as she rolled her eyes.

"Who likes that?Are you even human?"She sneered

But it was obvious she noticed there wasn't much of a distance between the two as he leaned closer,her hands soon met his chest pushing slightly as his breath hit her face.

The boy smirked grabbing both of her wrists pinning them above her head,the girls instant reaction was to kick.

So that's what she did,landing her knee right in the boys stomach causing him to scrunch his face in pain as he let go off her and stumbled back.

"What the fuck!"He shouted clutching his stomach glaring at the girl.

"Watch your language,and you shouldn't have laid hands on me"She said annoyed,she then grabbed at the handle again only for this time to be pulled back harshly and to be literally thrown onto the bed.

Landing on her ass she bounced on the mattress shocked by the boys action,she grabbed a nearby pillow throwing it at him before he tackled her down forcing her hands above her head as he pinned her down again.

The two were both breathing heavily and the distance between the twos faces barely existed at this point.

"Get.Your.Heavy.Ass.Body.Off.Me" The girl said through gritted teeth glaring at the boy as their chests touched causing the boys cheeks to heat up.

"Just stay still you slut"He said shocking the girl.

"I'm not a slut,where the fuck did you get that idea from!"She shouted back as the boy sat up on her basically sitting on her lap as he let go off her wrists allowing her to sit up.

A smirk appeared on his lips as his eyes travelled down the girls body"Well I got it from the fact that you always need to use the bathroom right after I shower.Its such a coincidence or is it just to perv at me"

Bingo,the boy hit the girls weak spot.Heat rose to her cheeks as she got caught,she thought she did a good job at hiding her extremely tiny crush on it but I guess it was maybe a bit obvious.Obvious enough for him to find out.

"I....I....it's not like that"She managed to let out a lie,the boy chuckled leaning closer cupping her cheek.

"Really?So tell me you whore,what is it like?"She knew that the word he called her was bad but it turned her on deeply and she couldn't handle it.

She stayed silent not knowing how to answer or what to answer with.The boy chuckled smashing his lips on hers,the girls eyes widened as she slowly kissed back.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as he pressed his whole body against hers deepening the kiss.The boy groaned as his clothed hardened cock pressed against her clothed pussy.

"Fuck ______,I can't take it anymore strip"He ordered her breaking from the kiss.The girl obediently nodded her clothes falling from her body seconds later as she laid down on the bed in only her red laced panties and matching bra.

"You look so pretty for me"He mumbled hovering over her tossing his shirt over his shoulders landing not far from the two.

The girl blushed looking at him with eager eyes,the guy she found attractively annoying was seconds away from fucking her and her body was so hyped.

The boys fingers pushed her panties to the side slipping a finger in slowly pushing it in and out before sticking another in stretching her slightly.

She has had sex before but nothing with like the boy she was always wet for.His fingers pumped in and out of her , she squirmed slightly until she felt pleasure.

Moans spewed from her mouth non-stop as his fingers pumped faster,her breathing increased as well with her chest rising up and down catching the boys eye.

His other hand slid around her waist finding it's way to her back playing with the hook of her bra until her removed it and tossed it to the side, his fingers tugged at her nipples causing her back to arch.

The girl felt her brain become all fuzzy and her legs started to shake slightly against her own control.

"J-jungwon m'close"She moaned out feeling a knot forming in her stomach.The boy placed his palm on her stomach applying pressure as he pumped in and out of her faster.

"F-fuck princess cum on my fingers"He groaned out feeling her pussy clench around her fingers.

She soon reached her high ,her back flopped onto the surface of his bed.The boy took out his fingers smirking as her cum dropped from her pussy.

He shoved his fingers in his mouth moaning as he slurped up all her cum before dipping his head down to her pussy finishing it off.

"Princess,you taste so good!" He moaned licking her pussy before removing his head looking up at the girl with half lidded eyes.

The girl couldn't help but blush and look away shyly,the boy smirked before wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer.

"Such a good girl"He chuckled darkly kissing her forehead.The girl fuzzy head rested in his neck.

Xx this was because of the votes,I really didn't think that you would choose this one but it's fine.Mwah love U and I would love for any random hard of fluff thoughts to be sent in.

Sorry about the long wait,ily

[confettiibunny]

ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ!ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ʜᴄs ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

Nanami editors on TikTok are cooking a little too hard and now they got me all soppy about him ☹️

🎀 Husband!Nanami who’s manages to quell every single one of your outbursts without letting the situation scale into an argument. His way of approaching any relationship issues is just so inexplicably healthy, unlike anything you’ve experienced before. Whether you’re panicking, lashing out, or even crying he is present. Anything you have to say tumbles out of your mouth and when you’re done, his arms do all the talking as he tugs you close, rocking you back and forth in a soothing motion. All your emotions fizz away and you’re left a mushy mess in his arms, sniffling and nodding your head as he finally starts to talk you into calming down.

🌼 Husband!Nanami who is a big believer in spoiling you. Your hair is always glossy, your skin seems to glow from within, and your nails and clothes are nothing short but impeccable. But he also believes in spoiling you rotten with love. He has to hold you when it’s just you two alone, sitting you in his lap as his hands keep a reassuring grasp on your hips. And as you cling your arms around his neck and press your nose against his pulse, the world is quiet and peaceful and you feel like you’re falling in love all over again.

🎀 Husband!Nanami who is a sucker for feeling you scratch his back. It sounds a little strange but after a stressful day of work, all he wants is to strip down and flop onto the bed, knowing that you’ll always appear and give him what he wants. You insist on doing this anyways, settling your body on his lower back and raking your freshly manicured nails down his back to elicit rewarding little sounds from him. Low groans, gentle sighs, and cooes of “love you, baby” leave his lips and make their way to your ears, making you feel all fuzzy inside.

🌼 Husband!Nanami who lets you do makeup on him during his days off. Perched in his lap with him back against the headboard, you carefully curl his lashes before applying an even coat of mascara to his stubborn lashes. It’s not much makeup but it honestly suits him well; a cushion foundation, some concealer for his under eyes, and cheek and lip tint, and mascara. The fact your husband was so comfortable within his own skin and masculinity that you could doll him up so cutely made you giggle like a fool. And once you finish the everyday look, he’s so quick to ask about all the products and techniques you used with genuine care for what you have to say.

🎀 Husband!Nanami who slowly but surely becomes a biter. It all started when you tried to bite his cheeks while cuddling, only to pout when you nearly hit into his cheekbones. Of course he had to return to favor and nibbled on the squish of your cheeks, making you burst into laughter and squeals. From then on he’s expanded, leaving purplish love bites upon your chest and when you’re both feeling a little cheeky, on your collarbone and neck as well. It makes him flush with a little shame when he thinks about it, but the silent display of possessive affection never fails to leave him grinning like a child when he’s alone.

🌼 Husband!Nanami who has a photo of you everywhere and makes it known to anyone asking that yes, that lovely lady is his wife. His lock screen is a snapshot of your hands after a spa nail, pretty pink nails and a golden band that is your wedding ring. There's a small pic of you in his wallet from the times you were just starting to date, caught in a frenzied laughter after being told a joke. Ooh, and if anyone asks who you are after seeing such photos of you, he’ll say with all his chest “that’s my wife in these photos. I love her very much,” all while having a rare smile in public on his face.

🎀 Husband!Nanami who loves you like there’s no tomorrow. Who holds your hand everywhere outside and watches over you with critical eyes, glaring at anyone who even remotely gives you a strange look. He’s a man that drags out every kiss, a hand on your neck as he gently groans into your mouth. Who hugs you so tightly you feel like you’re about to burst at the seams, thick and burly forearms encircling your waist as you snuggle against his chest. This is where you belong, the both of you: nestled in each other in a heart-to-heart embrace.

[6gumi]

“ inexperienced ” my ass !

⋆.˚ NSFW mdni . wc . 884 . multi-fandom men x f!reader 、AGED ! UP CHARACTERS ! 、 cunilingus 、maybe tit play ? ? am not suresies ! 、softies . . hehe 、messiest eaters eva . . x-x — 𝑹𝑼𝑩𝑰 : “ eeeek ! here is ‘anotha filler thirstie ( sad face ) am so sorrie i haven’t been able tew get my drafts in ! eeeek hope dis makes up for it . . hehe ( ´ - ` ) ! ”

“i’m not that experienced, baby . . . so don’t expect much.”

. . . such a liar he was. you knew your boyfriend was a liar . . . but you never knew he was this much of a liar! your lashes fluttered, mouth hung open at the feel of his wet tongue along your cunt. he peeled your clothes away, baring your body to him completely. the sight of you, naked and glistening with sweat, left him utterly breathless. he needed to see you writhe beneath him, to hear the sweet music of your passion. your boyfriend’s breath hitched, the temptation was almost too much for him to bear. his calloused hands reached up to take one of your breasts in his grip, giving it a gentle squeeze. a soft moan escaped your throat, your soft flesh filling his grasp. his other hand traveled up your waist, moving around to cup your other breast. his fingers teased your nipple, rubbing in a circle before flicking it lightly.

you could feel his gaze on you . . . his eyes darkened as he whispered against your breast, "let’s get your pussy all nice and wet." leaning forward, his lips planted smooth kisses along your midriff . . . trailing even lower than before. his tongue snaked out, swirling around your clothed pussy. “h—hey . . .” you murmured, the tips of your fingers digging against his scalp. he hiked your skirt up against your waist, revealing your ass to him completely, the lace of your panties was the only barrier between his mouth and the sweet nectar he craved. he slid his hand beneath the waistband of your undergarments . . . sliding the fabric down to your knees. “make sure to use your pretty mouth and tell me when to stop . . kay?” shit, he could feel himself growing hard at just the thought of getting his hands on your luscious body. “because . . i think i’ll be too focused on how much you taste to even stop myself.”

your boyfriend settles to his knees, his cock straining against his pants. he licks his lips, teasing the soft flesh of your pussy before diving in. his tongue darts inside, circling your clit once. twice. he moans, his voice muffled by your cunt. he’s loving every second already, feeling your warmth enveloping his tongue. the larger male slid two fingers inside, his thumb pressing against your bud . . . setting a steady rhythm, working them with skill. he’s tasting nothing but his beloved’s delicious flavor, and he’s enjoying every second of it. “you . . . ah!—said you were inexperienced . .” he gazed up at you, those sweet eyes of yours were going to send him to the moon . . while his were sharp; and serious . . . as if daring you to deny him, to tell him no more, to push him away. but he knows you wouldn’t want him to stop, no . . not one bit. "i am.” “th-then why—mmh! you’re a liar, a big fat liar !”

“mhm . . say whatever you want.“ he purrs, his voice filled with wanton desire and smugness. his wet muscle teased around your wet folds, tracing a path as he ate you out like a starved man . . the way he moved his tongue against you felt good, almost too good for someone who was “inexperienced”. blush covered your entire face . . indicating just how embarrassed you were. the way he licked and sucked at your cunt drove you crazy. your boyfriend gave you a soft hum, feeling your body react to the gentle touch, the muscles in your thighs clenching. “so sensitive," he whispered, his expression a mix of pride and amusement, a hand gently stroking the side of your face. "—yet such a good girl. you’re taking this quite well.” his lips curled up into a devious grin, the sight of his pretty girl being weakened by his ministrations was only fuelling his fire. he revelled in that power, enjoying the ability to make you quiver and squirm. "you still good, baby?" he asked, amused, his hands moving in tandem with his tongue. he hummed at your subtle nod, his fingers pinching your nipple from below with just the right amount of pressure to bring you to the edge but not send you over. just seeing your legs tremble so much . . . he already knew he was doing a good job, he could even feel the wetness coating his face, and he lapped it up hungrily, craving more.

"shit.." he cursed, though not out of frustration, “your pussy is driving me crazy." he whispered against your folds, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers through your entire body, it almost felt as if you were being electrocuted or something. “my darling girl with such a sweet pretty pussy . .” his tone was firm but filled with a promise of more pleasure to come; he wanted you to experience every inch of ecstasy he could give you. your boyfriend’s fingers slipped between your wet folds, desperate to get another reaction from you . . the constant sounds of slurping and sucking filled your ears, it almost felt wrong to listen to how well he was licking you up “such a liar . . . . hng. you were experienced all along!” his grin faltered for a moment as he heard the desperation in your voice, chuckling at your fucked-out expression. “you’ve got it all wrong,” he whispered, his voice rough. “i’m only learning . . . i’ll get better, ‘promise.”

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[llamahearted]

they were playing & milly had been planning to lean in and catch her priest man off guard with some joke, but. well. now she's forgotten whatever-it-was she was gonna say

[anemicjellyfish]

Stolas has been presiding over the Pain Games for a few years, at minimum.

Millie is no longer allowed to participate, due to her causing 9 funerals.

Do you all think Stolas presided over the festival during the same year Millie participated?

Her mother, Lin, said "the last competition," but I'm on the fence about if she means last year or last one Millie participated in.

Anyway, I think it would be a nice little treat for us one day to see Stolas and Millie interact.

Stolas: Wait a moment. Are you the one who killed a bunch of people during the Harvest Moon Festival a few years ago?

Millie: ... yes.

Stolas: Well, at least you're now in the right line of work! IMP is the perfect fit for you."

Millie, adorable as ever: thank you!

The only thing that blows a giant hole in this is Stolas' line to Blitzø. "It's the same every year."

Either he didn't show up the year Millie played... or the Pain Games literally ends in bloodshed every year.

[tealvenetianmask]

I was confused at first about why the writers chose "infester demon" as Rolando's identity, rather than something like "possessor" or . . . idk . . . anything else.

So let's see. An infestation takes over a place and often destroys it (think about termites in a house or an invasive species in a forest or a body of water).

Rolando's specialty is not just taking over his victims' bodies to use them. He moves in, explores all the dark crevices of their minds, and takes over all of it.

It starts small . . .

And quickly goes out of control.

Digging deeply into memories for ammunition, removing the host's connection with their present reality.

Rolando is portrayed as horrifically and physically invasive.

He goes right through Blitz, knocking him violently to the ground, and once in his mind, ties him up, licks his neck, holds his eyes open . . .

He brings forward the worst memories Blitz has and makes sure they consume him so that Blitz becomes completely engulfed and loses control of his mind and body. The possession is horrifying because Blitz's movement and fighting style change completely. The infester has moved in and completely overtaken the previous inhabitant.

Rolando infests his victims. And the way to get him out? Make the environment inhospitable to him (while thankfully the other inhabitant, Blitz, "can handle it."). Like putting down poison around the foundations of a house to get rid of termites.

It's an apt metaphor too: trauma can be like an infestation.

The adverse experiences come in and change neural pathways in our brains, intertwining themselves with our very ways of experiencing the world, with our senses of self.

We can fight trauma with all sorts of things, and it varies wildly person to person. In this situation for Blitz, a supportive friend who's able to tell him the reasons why he's so valuable to her, who's willing to physically beat the infester out of him. Who can help him build new, stronger connections in his brain, memories that strengthen him rather than break him down.

But while Rolando seems to be gone, Blitz's trauma isn't. Like many real infestations, it lurks in the shadows, weakened but ready to try again to take over when it gets another opportunity.

[millylouedward]

found a very cute new cafe in seattle and literally fell in love with it. catch me working on my novel there on the reg from now on

[echabodecranr]

SAY HELLO TO I.M.P !!!!

Your favorite "Immediate Murder Professionals"

(Kids die for free !)

Description:

This is my redesign to the I.M.P (Loona is coming too and the line arts). They are part of my Hazbin Hotel project called the Limbo Hotel, basically a rewrite with some Ocs and a lot of redesigns.

Their background is slightly different, I will reveal them soon when I do the line arts.

Curiosities:

In my version Wrath Imps like Millie have goat features and only 3 fingers in each hand. 

The greed Imps like Moxxie have 4 fingers, bigger hands and claws, a more orange tone, a snoot and sharper horns to remember more of a dragon.

Blitz is a hybrid, a mix of a greed Imp with a Succubus so......He is a special case. He is blind from the right eye, and instead of a tattoo the circus symbol is actually an hot iron mark like what farmers do with cattle.

[thisismeracing]

Heartdresser | LH44

― Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x braider!reader ― Warning: mentions of a brother, social media au mixed with regular writing, tooth-rotting fluff, fem!reader (she/her); - 2.8k words + social media setting. ― Summary: When Lewis finds himself just a couple days away from a racing weekend and without his usual braids he desperately searches for suggestions of available hairdressers in the area. As the saying goes, love can come from the most unexpected places, and Lewis is about to discover that this is, in fact, true. (based on this request)

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Being a Formula One Driver had its perks, from obvious and big things such as traveling everywhere to not-so-obvious and small things like having your hair stylist travel to you when you needed them. After becoming an adult and famous, it took Lewis a couple of years to come to terms with his hair, how to style it, how to take care of it, and how to embrace the texture and volume. He felt finally whole when he reached that point, one where meaningless comments on the internet wouldn’t make him rethink his path, goals, and achievements. Of course, comments hurt, but being comfortable with yourself helped, and that was something Lewis learned. 

Now, his braids were part of him. The hairstyle being associated with his image in the blink of an eye. Something that made him feel handsome, and connected with his roots. Something that seemed to help other young black boys around, who started to see themselves as stylish and handsome too.

That’s the main reason why he was so frustrated when his braider called him to tell them they couldn’t make it to Las Vegas. And the thing with braids is that it's not only a style that connects you to your roots, and makes you feel comfortable, it is also a hair protection style. Though Lewis doesn’t tell people he has superstitions and somehow it is true, part of him feels like he races better when he’s feeling himself in all senses of the word. This means having his hair in the braids he’s been looking forward to for over two weeks is something important to him.

So in the heat of the moment, he decides to look for help on Twitter.

“Hi, you must be Lewis,” you smile, extending your hands, and the man in front of you takes it in with a grin. 

“Hey, good afternoon,” his grip is still thigh yet soft on your hand. “Yeah, it’s me. Thank you for having me on such short notice.” He’s handsome and polite in all the ways one should be to be considered perfect, and you start to understand why your baby brother was drawn to admire his persona outside the tracks. 

You shake your head with a chuckle, “It was actually my day off, but I had no problem fitting you in since it meant Dee would get to meet you.”

“Oh- honesty is something I find hot,” he chuckles and adds a grin for good measure, all while looking straight into your eyes and you can’t help but laugh.

Add funny to the list of things Lewis Hamilton seems to be. 

“Who’s Dee, by the way?” 

“It’s Aiyden, my little brother. I call him Dee,” you explain before adding, “He’s finishing a Chemistry project with a few friends at school. He was tempted to skip but gave up after a pep talk on how school is important, and I would take forever doing your hair just so he could see you.” 

Lewis nods while you explain, and then he’s chuckling just like minutes ago. 

“I don’t mind waiting for him with you,” he winks.

You’re not sure if he’s being friendly, funny, or flirty, but any of these F words coming from the black guy in front of you are surely making your heart skip a beat. 

“You can sit here while I grab everything,” you point to a chair in front of a big mirror and Lewis does as said. 

“Your hair looks fire,” he comments, watching from the mirror while you go through the small saloon gathering the packs of hair and combs you would need. “Did you do it yourself?” 

“Thanks,” you stop just for a second, smiling when your eyes meet. “And yeah, I did it just last weekend.”

“You look even more stunning with this style,” and just like that he has you giggling again. “I mean it. I saw your profile picture and I was convinced you couldn’t get more beautiful, and then you opened that door with a smile and these amazing braids and I was like wow.” “You’re a funny one.”

“I’ve heard some women like their man funny, is that your case? If so, I’m ready to get into stand-up comedy.” 

You double with laughter, shaking your head and biting your lips to keep the funny noises inside.

“Same style you’ve sent me the picture?” Lewis nods. “Any addition or preference?” you ask, starting to section his hair, and he answers no while making himself comfortable on the chair.

And even though you joked about taking forever just so your brother would catch Lewis, you ended up really taking forever because the driver in front of you would joke around and give you flirty comments and you couldn’t help but stop to laugh. The style he wanted was fairly fast, and his curls weren’t that thick, but still, you two did a small snack break when he ordered from a vegan bakery downtown. He was a fun guy to talk to, you came to learn that pretty quickly, which only added to his face card, which certainly was never denied. 

It was one of the best sessions you’ve had in a long time.

You were just finishing the final touches, adding water to boil, and cutting the small strands coming off the braids, when the bell over the door rang, announcing your little brother’s arrival. He has an incredulous expression on his face watching his idol sitting on the chair of his sister’s salon. 

“Hey man, how was the chem’s project?” Lewis asks and Aiyden turns around to the door, doing a small victory dance and, probably, the most hideous expressions to conceal his eagerness and happiness. 

You and Lewis laugh.

“Omg, hi, Lewis!” He finally walks to you, shaking hands with Lewis. His eyes – big orbs gleaming with excitement. 

“Aren’t you gonna say hi to your sister, young man?” with your hands on your waist you furrow your brows in the direction of the curly-haired boy who smiles, engulfing your body in a big hug. You hug him back before tapping his back and fake complaining about how he was crushing you. 

Aiyden had just turned fifteen, but his love for sports seemed to help him defy your DNA and grow more than your family’s average size. He was almost reaching your height, and he sure was stronger than you, but he was still just your baby boy. 

“These new braids are lit, man! Told ya my sister would make it happen,” Ayiden, who still has one of his arms around your shoulders, tells Lewis with a proud smile.

The driver moves his head confidently checking his hair in the mirror, “She was a great braider, and even better company, to be honest.” 

Yn rolls her eyes playfully before going back to the water and mentioning for Ayiden to take a step back. She dips the ends of the braids into the water, waiting for a bit before taking them off and draping a towel around Lewis’ broad shoulders. 

“So, your sister mentioned a chem school project. How was it?” 

And just like that Ayiden and Lewis are talking non-stop while you tidy the salon, watching their interaction with a fond smile. The Brit was attentive to your brother, always ready to listen rather than speak, always engaging, and making Ayiden feel comfortable to share whatever he wanted to. 

He probably had no idea, but that was an easy way to get to your heart. Ayiden was your treasure, and the fact that Lewis was treating the boy as if he was his little treasure too only added to the list of things you found amazing about him.

“...right, Yn?” Dee asked and you snapped out of your daydream.

“What?”

“Lewis just invited us to the Vegas GP, I said we were going, right? Please, please, please,” he pleaded in front of you with his two hands together as if in prayer, and you bit the inside of your mouth.

“Sunday?” 

“No, the whole package, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday!” he explained excitedly.

“It will be fun, c’mon,” Lewis tried.

“You have school on Friday.” You reasoned, but Ayiden was quick to explain that Friday wouldn’t be until 6 pm. “You’re the one asking Kali to get my appointments from Saturday,” pointing a finger to your brother you accepted, knowing that your friend and coworker, had a space on Saturday for a hair or two and wouldn’t mind covering so your clients wouldn’t be hanging out to dry. Still, she would probably huff and yapp before accepting. That was something that Ayiden would now deal with though, so you were all good. 

Ayiden jumped up and down the same way he did when he was ten years old asking you to get him a new pair of soccer jerseys, and you accepted. It was endearing.

You talked for a few more minutes, Ayiden got his picture, and just like that Lewis was saying his farewells. This time he didn’t shake your hands, rather hugged you and you couldn’t help but breathe in his scent and relish his warmth.

“See you on Friday, guys,” he waved, showing off his perfect set of teeth. 

“See you, man!” 

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youngdee why would you expose me like that

⤷ yourinstagram I'm your older sister, ofc I'm gonna act like a mom ❤️😘

lewishamilton nice fit, ayideen!

⤷ youngdee thank you, man! 😎

⤷ fan4490 OMG KJSDKGJSKG

charleslechair she looks so cute

⤷ charleslechair scratch that I just went through her pics

⤷ charleslechair she's hot

⤷ charleslechair and super talented

wolffmickey so its confirmed, she's the braider?

schumachinho *on my knees begging* pls, do my hair too, yn, pls pls 🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️

yourfriend I spent an hour on traffic today in a road that usually takes me about ten minutes 🫠

yourfriend2 bruh, ayideen is getting bigger and bigger, I feel OLD 😭

Friday rolled around quickly and you got to watch the total amount of fifteen minutes of practice 1 before all hell broke. Ayiden explained everything to you along with the whole controversy going on with the LA Gran Prix, which you were just a tad aware of. Lewis wasn’t able to spend much time with you guys that much was expected, but whenever he found a few seconds he would pass by, ask if you guys were ok, if Dee was having fun if there was something he could do, and just overall being the goofy Lewis he was during the appointment. Ayiden seemed to find the flirtatious glances and lines funny, and so did you, except this time it felt a little more real because you were sure a few people around overheard some. 

It was an amazing night, you made friends with a couple of people from the crew, and Ayiden had the time of his life meeting a few other idols, and almost started hyperventilating when Hamilton told him he would take him to meet Charles Leclerc on Sunday. 

Saturday was even more of a rush, you almost didn’t see Lewis, but he texted before and after quali. So when Sunday came you were still trying to navigate the whole paddock thing, but a bit more comfortable about it. Aiyden was still acting as if it was his own version of Disney land and it was his first day discovering the adventure world. You were loving it for him, of course. 

“Nice outfit,” Lewis whispers right beside you, catching you off guard and making you jump in surprise. You were in a corner, just texting a friend, and checking your next few appointments while Ayiden went to meet Charles and you thought Lewis would be there until he came back, but it wasn’t the case.

“You’re sneaky,” you chuckled, straightening your instance and looking into his face only to notice he was already staring at you. 

“You look cute when you’re focused,” he winks, before adding, “and when you’re scared too.” 

“You look cute when you joke like this,” throwing back at him you didn’t expect for his brows to furrow in confusion. 

“You think I’m joking?” 

“Aren’t you?” 

Lewis giggles. He giggles and you can’t help but smile with the sound and the way his lips part while his eyes squint. “I’m not.”

“You’re not?!” 

“I think you’re pretty and smart, and talented. I was genuinely flirting with you,” his explanation makes your insides turn in giddiness, and as if it wasn’t enough Lewis smiles, eyes glued on yours before he asks: “Wanna go on a date with me?” 

“A date?” You repeat trying to let the idea sink. 

“A date?” This time it’s Ayiden’s voice and you turn alarmed, expecting to see a confused and jealous brother, only to find him with the biggest grin ever.

“Yeah, a date,” Lewis smiles briefly to Ayiden, before staring back at you, waiting for your answer.

You blink still unsure. Fair enough, he was hot, educated, smart, and he checked all the boxes, but that wasn’t any guarantee of a successful relationship, or fling, or whatever he had in mind. And also, his lifestyle wasn’t something you were used to. How would dating him work when he’s often traveling around to drive?

“C’mon, don’t overthink it, Yn.” Ayiden comes to help, standing beside Lewis and the Brit chuckles. “It’s THE SIR Lewis Hamilton,” he points, and this time Lewis laughs. 

You bit your lips, not helping but letting a smile escape. 

Lewis is in front of you, hands in his pockets, big brown eyes watching you, and the smallest smile gracing the corner of his plump lips. He looked great. And as much as you wanted to deny, there was a vibe going on. 

You take a deep breath, smirking at him, “Get yourself a podium and we’ll talk about a date later.”  

Ayiden’s eyes widened. 

“Did you forget how quali went?! It’s gonna be hell to get a podium, almost impossible,” your brother tries to reason, but Lewis shakes his head, extending his hand to which you clasp in yours.

“Deal,” the driver smiles. “I’ll get you a podium.”

Lewis squeezes Ayiden’s shoulder and winks at you before disappearing into the garage to get ready for the race.

“One more reason why he’s the goat, see? If I were you I would go on a date with him even if he didn’t get a podium.” 

You laugh, “For the few things I saw, he likes the challenge. Let me indulge him.” 

“You’re crazy.”

“And he’ll get a podium.” 

“It’s very unlikely, but I won’t deny the possibility. It’s Lewis after all.” Your brother leans on the wall beside you. “And it looks like he wants this date bad.” 

“What makes you think this?” 

“C’mon, he’s been flirting with you nonstop since the hair appointment.” 

“I genuinely thought he was joking.” 

“You can be so clueless sometimes,” your brother rolls his eyes playfully and you slap the back of his head. 

“Watch it, young man, I’m still the oldest.” 

And you were still right too, because hours later Lewis impressed everyone by getting third place. He kept everyone on the edge of their seats along with Charles who did a brilliant race, and just like that your brother was grinning devilishly your way because now you had a date with no one other than Lewis Hamilton who happened to walk into the garage just as you were handling a water bottle to Dee after he ran to watch the ceremony as if his life depended on it.

Lewis was smiling brightly at you, sweat mixed with champagne, but you couldn’t help but grin right back and lace your arms around him, taking him by surprise. 

“I’m all sweaty, sorry,” he whispers, his tattooed hand flatting on your bag and bringing your body closer. 

“It’s fine. Congrats on the race.” 

“Congrats on the race, man!” Ayiden hugs him too and Lewis smiles, eyes still trapped on you. When your brother lets him go and stays rooted in place looking from you to Lewis you trap the laugh inside, and roll your eyes fakely, pointing for the young boy to give you both some privacy.

“So, looks like I scored myself a date, huh?” 

You nod, taking a small step in his direction and trying to keep your hands from tracing all the small details on his face from this up close, “You sure did.” Your eyes were now on his lips, and Lewis grinned. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“You already have a date, what else do you wanna ask me?” You’re teasing and he knows it because this time he’s the one to take a step in your direction. The tips of your shoes are touching, and you can hear the rustling outside, but it’s just you two in the corridor, and you hope it stays like this for just a little longer even though you knew he had an interview in a few minutes. His company and attention are something you enjoyed having.

“With how many dates do you find it ok to kiss someone?” His playful tone is there, but his expression makes your knees almost buck. “Can we count practice, quali, and the race as dates?” 

And just like that he has you laughing and grabbing his neck to close the distance and smash your lips in a very much-awaited kiss. 

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[milliemakesmagic]

The Valentine Family, a family out of time

Millie hasn't posted a fic in a HOT SECOND.

but here I ammmm.

A few generations have passed since the Sole Survivor broke Nick Valentine out of that vault. One of those generations they shared together as husband and wife. But the more time passes, the more his memory banks fill up, and he starts to forget everything. Including his own family.

Me and @psybrepunk came up with this idea when we discussed the memory banks eventually failing Nick. I'm not sure how Gen 2 synths memory banks work, but for story purposes, he basically forgets everything after several generations. Enjoy!

Word count: 955 Warnings: Sad. Also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56777947

There was a cardboard box in Valentine Detective Agency that Nick Valentine could never come to terms with. 

Right now it sat on his desk in front of him. He stared at the scribbled words on the side of the box: The Valentine Family.

His yellow eyes traced the words over and over, hoping it would make him remember something. Anything. 

He’d been through that box hundreds of times. 

He’d studied the pictures and read the letters and held the scraps of clothing, hoping it would bring back some memory. 

At one point, his synthetic existence had a story that didn’t belong to Nick Valentine the cop.

He had a family. A wife, a story of his own. 

He also had a son. But he knew that part because that child was the same as him. Frozen in time. 

A young boy named Shaun, that apparently was a copy of his wife’s biological son. 

Shaun had found his own way with other synths like himself so Nick didn’t see him often anymore. But when he did see him, they almost didn’t know how to act. Or at least Nick didn’t. 

Shaun’s memory was endless. So he remembered his mother, he remembered their family, he remembered where he came from. 

Meanwhile Nick, the man that this young synth called “father”, had no memories of that time. 

But one thing never changed, whenever the boy visited, he would climb into Nick’s lap and fall asleep while Nick looked over cases. It was the only thing that made Nick feel the ghost of familiarity about the past.

Nick rummaged through the box again chasing that ghost, struggling with the feelings of pain and grief as he desperately tried again to remember something.

There was a photo of him beside two young women, written on the back it said, “The Detective, the Vault Dweller, and the Journalist.” Inside the box along with it was a newspaper article called Publick Occurrences, written by a woman named Piper Wright.

There was a red handkerchief with a photo of a german shepherd attached. Nick again puzzled over who would name their dog, “Dogmeat.”

A photo of Shaun and the woman who was Nick’s wife, cuddling on the couch watching the snow falling through the big front window. “Christmas Eve in Sanctuary Hills.”

He opened an envelope and read the note that was written in loopy red writing, something about an anniversary, and how much she loved him. He pulled out the scrap of red lace from inside the envelope and admired the little threaded hearts in the material.

Further inside the box he found a small bent up fedora, the note attached to it was in his own handwriting. “He wanted to look like me, so on his birthday I got him this. He wore it until it couldn’t hold its shape anymore.” 

There was a photograph of Nick sitting on the couch with his wife straddling his lap and carefully stitching extra material on his neck to avoid further tearing. She was laughing in this photo, and it looked like he was too.

Nick ran his hand over his neck, feeling the worn stitches that had started to come undone over time. Someone who loved him, carefully tried to fix his struggling synthetic body. And she didn’t look ashamed of his appearance or who he was. The joy in her laughing face as she repaired him in this image had Nick sometimes staring at this photo for hours.

Finally his hand pulled out a worn holotape. He turned it over in his fingers before putting it into the player. 

“Nick!” Her voice sang. “Welcome home! How did the Barnus Case go?” 

The rustling of what Nick assumed was her hugging him was heard.

“Well you know, it went as you’d expect.” His voice responded.

“Daddy!” 

The sound of footsteps running to him and then the impact of Shaun jumping into his arms was heard.

“Woah careful! Don’t want to break your old man anymore than he already is!” 

“Well we missed you!” She continued.

“Oh did you?” 

The sound of Nick and his wife sharing a quick kiss crackled over the tape.

“Dad! Did you find me that type of wire?” 

“Oh did I? Well Christmas must’ve come early because I got you this type of wire, this type of wire, and, these batteries.” 

“No way! Thank you!” 

Shaun could be heard running down the hall again. 

“How on earth did you find those? I assumed he made them up.” She chuckled. He heard the couch creak as they sat down. “I’ll be honest I have no idea. Stroke of luck I guess.”

She laughed, a melodic sound that haunted Nick’s dreams.

“I’m glad you’re home Nick. I love y-“ 

The holotape scratched silent. 

The quietness of the agency rang in his ears. 

He ran his hand over the stitches on his neck again. 

“I’m…I’m so sorry.” He whispered, as if her spirit could hear him. “Why can’t I just…” 

He sighed, dropping his head into his hands. 

He stood up, getting ready to put the lid back on and shove the box into the corner where he hoped it wouldn’t hurt him anymore. 

But before he did, he pulled out the photo of her laughing on his lap as she repaired him. 

His thumb rubbed over her figure, beautifully frozen in time. Her face forever captured in that expression of pure joy and love. 

He crumpled the picture in his hand, holding it tightly against his chest. “I can’t remember my own damn wife!”

He threw the photo in the box and shut it before shoving it back into the corner and going into the alley for a smoke.

[roosterbruiser]

thinking really hard about a fic with soft!Jake based off The Best by Tina Turner.

perhaps a little friends to lovers....calling in the night when they need each other....always being there for each other....maybe it causes a rift with Jake's current gf....but he always chooses you.....MAYBE it's a years-long saga

specifically these lyrics are speaking to me:

Give me a lifetime of promises and a world of dreams Speak a language of love like you know what it means Mmm, and it can't be wrong Take my heart and make it strong, baby

gear up, besties....we're going into battle

[wonnie99]

Doin time

Warning:This is a smut ,minors dont interact.Contains fingering,pet names,degrading

Jungwon x his fuck budy fem!

The boy shrugged causing anger to stir in the teacher,her voice echoed as she shouted at him scolding him for not doing the assesment which was due today.

"Yang Jungwon ,you have had two weeks to fill in just a simple peice of paper.Yet your tellinge me you cant do a simple task like that!"She marched towards the boy as he just sat in his seat.

"Detention after school"And she handed him his empty sheet that he handed to her at the start of his lesson.The boy groaned in annoyance slumping in his chair.His eyes travelled around the classroom landing on a specific pair of doe eye.

They intruiged him,he smirked mouthing a 'wait for me' meaning after class.The girls eyebrows furrowed in cofusion but she nodded,disobeying him would only lead to her being picked on by him.

He was cruel bullying kids who didnt listen to him or just disturbed him by the slightest incident.But detentions were his signature dish and recieving them were so common to the point where some teachers just gave up and failed him in their lesson.

Soon the bell rang and everyone left except from the girl and the boy.The teacher glared at the girl fpor not leaaving as she didnt have a detention.The girl gulped and quickly packed her stuff away panicking as she sat on the chair outside of the classroom.

Having to wait for someone last period was a pain in the ass for her.But soon the boy came running out and the teacher could be heard shouting behind him. He grabbed the girls hand and he dragged her with him out of school until he stopped near a bench.

The girl panted heavily holding onto her knees for support,but the boy didnt even say a word and grabbed her wrist tightly as he kept on dragging her.She whinced to trying to pull her wrist back but her strength was nothing compared to hers.

After what felt like hours of walking the boy was met with a house and pulled the tired girl inside pulling her to a room and almost mercilessly throwing her onto his bed as he locked the door.

"You ready baby?"He asked the girl as her grabed her wrists and pulled her closer.

The girl shook her head and whined "Please not today",she heard a scoff from the boy.

"Shut up,i pay you for this"He said forcing her to lie down as she nodded her eyes becoming watery at just the thought of the immense suffering she had to go through.

The boy teared of her clothes in seconds,his fingers slipping through her folds caused her to whimper.He couldnt help but groan at how wet she felt.

"Fuck,so wet for me already. You whore"He spat out at her,He then slipped two fingers in pumping at slow pace teasing her.Her hips raised but he pushed then back down.

"j-jung-ahh"She was cut off by a moan as he increased the pace.

"What were you saying princess" He sneered grinning,her back arched at the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of her.She let out loud moans causing him to increase his face as his grin widened.He increased the pace smirking ,his other hand slapped her ass to shut her up but she couldn't not with how she could feel her climax nearing.

She soon felt her legs tremble and shake as her eyes rolled to the back of her head,she was reaching her orgasm.She couldnt control the feeling of pleasure take over her body

"I-im c-close...." She managed to stutter out.

The boy groaned as he felt her walls tighten just around his fingers,he pumped even faster causing the girls moans to become louder.Reaching her orgasm she let out one last moan before releasing.She had cum all over his two fingers ,he took his fingers out shoving them into his mouth as he licked off her cum moaning.

"Good girl" He said kissing the girls forehead before leaving so she could get changed and go home he didn't care for her anymore .After all she was just one of his fuck buddies.

Hope you enjoyed,requests are welcome!!! Sorry for any errors and please if you have any random thoughts you want me to make a story abt just request it and ill do it in my free time. xxx

[confettiibunny]

I’m on my period so now I gotta make it everyone’s problem (more husband!nanami hcs :3)

🎀 Husband!Nanami whose soothing words and comforting demeanor has allowed you to not feel guilty when you take a day to pamper yourself while on your period. Despite the painful cramps and your dreary mood swings, you’d force yourself in the past to simply ignore your discomfort out of fear of coming off as a burden to others. But now, heavens forbid you even lift a finger during your most taxing time of the month or Nanami will quite literally carry you back to bed.

🌼 Husband!Nanami who stays home with you on the first days, the hardest days, to care for you because that’s his wife in pain so of course he’s going to stay home! The moment he hears that ever so familiar groan coming from the bathroom, he already knows that your period has started and is so quick to get your heating pad running for you. When you finally pop out of the bathroom with a very evident pout on your lips, he makes you shimmy into comfy pajamas and a warm fluffy robe, all while kissing you silly in an attempt to wipe that frown off your pretty face.

🎀 Husband!Nanami who insists with a laugh that he will absolutely baby you for the rest of the day because why not? He sees the way you clutch your abdomen when the cramps get back and how you get all crabby because of said cramps so just let him take care of you. With gentle hands he’ll tuck the heating pad on your lower abdomen and layer the sifted blankets atop of your body as you lay in bed, and don’t even speak of trying to do any work around the house because you’ll just wind up right back in bed.

🌼 Husband!Nanami who keeps you company all day by laying in bed with you. He lays with you in the morning, tender fingers massaging your tummy as he spoons you from behind. Those first hours of daylight are spent with you two drifting in and out of sleep, before noon hits and you’re sitting on top of him and asking what’s for lunch. And of course with those doe eyes that you’ve perfected over time he can’t say no to your request, even if all you want for lunch is pastries and boba. Nanami doesn’t necessarily approve of your less than healthy meal choices but he lets it slide just for today.

🎀 Husband!Nanami who hands you a cup of hot chamomile tea in the afternoon and cradles you in his lap while reading to you. It could range from classic literature where you share detailed commentary to shitty modern day romance books where you make fun of the crappy writing, but it’s a bonding experience you live for. It never fails to surprise with how at ease he makes you feel, how vulnerable you’re able to act without guilt. Not a single complaint comes from his lips while he cares for you on period and he makes you feel so supported that you feel yourself turning so gooey in his hold, clinging to him without shame.