#the bedroom floor and dishes tasks i just do already

[four-two-six]

thought about stretching so hard my head hurt. also several grievous injuries and painful cramps occurred in the simulation.

you can do more than one of these if you want

actually, you can do anything you want

live unapologetically and without restraint

[mrsnancywheeler]

call it what you want // finnick odair x f. reader

summary: finnick can't stop himself from an endless day of teasing leaving you frustrated with an itch only he can scratch

masterlist

warnings: pure filth, smut, porn without plot, endless teasing, oral (f and m receiving), frustration, finnick's kind of mean but also so sweet, degredation, use of the words whore and slut, grinding, desperate reader, just horny things everywhere, no use of y/n, unedited, I'm sorry, not tagging anyone bc it's just porn

2.7k words

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Finnick Odair was the most insufferable, torturous man you knew. With his cocky tone, egotistical smirk, and the smug way he would endlessly tease you. It was like he planned to make you angry with desperation and he'd began the very morning when he'd walked into the bedroom after his early morning swim. Trailing sand and water all over the house which he knew would make you groan even if he always cleaned it up. You'd woken up with the sun and the sound of him walking into the bedroom, hardwood floors creaking. Even in your tired state you already knew that he was making a mess.

“Finnick, at least wipe off the sand with a towel when you get inside." Sleep still in your voice.

“But then I wouldn't get to listen to you complain every morning and where's the fun in that?" You wondered how his voice could already make you want to drown in it this early in the morning. Your eyes finally adjusted to see him, sun shining on the water droplets dripping down his chest, he looked like he was sculpted by the gods. Finnick stepped closer to the bed.

"Don't you dare, I don't feel like washing all the blankets today. I'll get up.” You cautioned, reluctantly moving the blankets off of you when he began crawling into the bed anyways, "Finnick!” You sighed, he was in one of his moods, the devilish kind.

“I'll wash them, honey, stop acting like you have to do anything. We both know all you have to do is be nearby, being a pretty girl for me." The way his words had you clenching around the air felt criminal, but you couldn't ponder on that for long when his lips were on yours. Filling your senses with the smell of the ocean, so comforting, so reminiscent of him. His mouth instantly took control and you followed eagerly, whining when he pulled away, pressing them to your neck.

"No marks, Finn.” You muttered out breathlessly as his hand wandered up to your breasts.

Yet you missed his warmth the moment he lifted his lips, “You sure, you don't want everyone to know you're my girl?" Everyone already knew that, but the way he said it was so convincing.

“No, I do." He rewarded you with his gorgeous, cocky smile.

“That's what I thought, sweet girl." His lips reattached to your neck, fingers pushing down the lacy top of your nightgown and you gasped when the cold air hit your nipples. Your brain was hazy again with the cold air and his hot lips attacking your neck. It was confusing when he pulled away and you hummed, puzzled by the sudden loss of content. “Gotta go take a shower, go get ready and I'll be quick, I'll make you breakfast." He pressed a fast, soft kiss to your lips and was gone in a split second. Leaving you leaning forward, disoriented and you weren't sure how long you sat there waiting to readjust from the bewilderment.

For a few hours he'd acted like nothing had happened, being his usual sweet, helpful self. He had you pick out a book to read to him as he cleaned up his mess of sand and water on the floor, cleaned the sheets and blankets, washed the dishes. All of his sweet acts had a way of making you forget what a menace he really was, it was hard to think negatively of a man who would brush your hair, make the bed, and do any other menial task for you. So initially you weren't too fazed when you'd gone to grab a cup and suddenly he was behind you to grab it for you.

“Thank you." You turned to face him and tried to ignore the heat taking over your body when his arms caged you to the counter, putting the glass down.

“Gotta take care of my sweet girl, don't I?" Finnick's lips were on yours again which would've been fine if he hadn't stepped closer, pushing you further into the counter. Hand holding the back of your head and another squeezing your ass which made you gasp into his mouth. You could feel him smiling at this before his tongue invaded your mouth. Then suddenly his hand was dropping lower, dangerously close to the hem of your dress. Instinctually you snapped your legs shut.

Finnick pulled away from your mouth just long enough to let out a “Tsk." As both of his hands fell to push your thighs apart.

“Finnick." Your eyebrows scrunched together, hips chasing forward. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning when his fingers grazed over your clothed core and then suddenly it was all gone. He'd pushed himself off the counter, away from you, had the cup in hand again and was filling it up with water. Jumbled thoughts trying to form a coherent protest.

“Drink up, honey, you're looking a little faint." He handed your somewhat shaky hand the water and touched your forehead in faux-concern, “You're burning up." You wondered how he could act like that when he had such a prominent bulge in his pants and decided you hated him for whatever game he was playing with you. Then without a word he was gone and you felt too wobbly to follow after him. Diligently drinking the cold water in hopes it would force your mind back into logical thoughts.

In his seemingly endless house you forced yourself into distracting tasks, cutting fresh flowers to arrange around the house, dusting your jewelry boxes, the small home library, anything to stop the idea you needed to find him and beg him for assistance. Occasionally you'd rub your thighs together, find yourself pushing your hips into the air and scold yourself for the lack of self-control. Frustrated with what he was doing to you without a care in the world. After you'd watered every plant, finished your book, and done every small thing you could think of you set it on yourself to search for him.

You didn't want to admit it to yourself, but the ache in your stomach needed him an unthinkable amount. Of course he was in the most obvious place, his little office, reading over something on his little loveseat. “Hi." You whispered when you tapped on the door.

He put down what he was holding instantly to look at you, nervous in his doorway, “Hi, pretty girl. What's wrong?" Finnick sounded so genuine, so sweet that you felt yourself falling apart like sugar in tea.

“Just missed you, Finn." Small, slow steps inside, looking around. You despised the way you were suddenly feeling so tiny, so helpless around him, but you loved the way you were able too.

“Spent all morning with you, honey." You almost felt guilty until you thought of the way he'd spent the morning torturing you.

“I know, m’sorry. Just so lonely.” You looked at the ground. Part of it was true, but also you wanted some part of him to pity you enough to stop you from tingling.

“Well I can't have you feeling like that, sweet girl, come here." You smiled when you rushed over to sit in his lap, legs wrapping around him. Of course he knew what you were doing and he prided himself for making you this nervous and desperate. Your face buried into his neck and he bucked forward so slightly you would've thought you missed it except it very much made your mouth fall open, fingernails digging into his arms. It felt like your inhibitions had left you when your body automatically responded by rubbing your clothed pussy on the rough materials of his pants. Surprisingly he let you, long enough that you were suppressing noises in his neck when he was picking you up with seemingly no effort. He glanced out the window, “I have to start dinner." He smiled and rose from the couch, leaving you, soaked, in his office.

You felt so teased that your brain couldn't form a rational train of thought. This was confirmed when you started crying in frustration, angry that he was doing this to you. You'd take anything, you were sure if he even touched you one more time it would get you off without him even being near the place that ached for him the most. The sun had gone down when you'd stopped your stream of tears, the sniffling, and mostly gotten over how embarrassed you were for rubbing yourself against him.

You toyed with your dress as you shamefully entered the kitchen, the lights overtaking you. “Was about to send a search party out for you, honey. Just finishing up though." He barely spared you a glance as he pulled two plates out of the cupboard.

You nodded, but said nothing as you sat at the table. Sticky thighs pressed together as you shifted in your seat uncomfortably. If Finnick noticed your odd silence he said nothing as he handed you your plate, "Thanks.” You were flooded with embarrassment for how shaky your voice was.

“Of course, always taking care of my girl." What a liar, you needed him more than you'd ever thought you had before and he'd done nothing but been endlessly cruel. A clock ticked in the silent room as you played with your fork. “Honey, you need to eat."

“I'm not hungry." You crossed your arms, seething with the way the sensation seemed to worsen just by looking at him. “Can't even think." You muttered, losing any semblance of respectability you thought you held as you buried your head in your hands.

"Why not?” He looked so mystified and you hated his act even more.

"You're being so mean to me, Finn.” You cried out, shaking your head, "It's not fair!”

"How am I being mean? I've been taking such good care of you, I always do.” You hummed a disagreement, shaking your head, looking up to pout. “So pathetic, honey, I take care of you, and you never use your words, then start throwing a fit at the dinner table." He clicked his tongue in disapproval, head shaking as he leaned back on his chair.

“No, I’ve been good! Haven't touched myself and you kept teasing.”

Finnick tilted his head like he was considering your words, a mocking pout reflecting yours. "You're right, good girls don't touch themselves. But good girls also don't start rubbing their pussy on me when I'm trying to check on them.”

You sob into your hands, "Please, Finnick, I really can't take anymore. It hurts and I've been trying so hard all day, I'm not trying to be bad, I promise.”

"Maybe you're not trying, but you're throwing a tantrum like a little brat. I would've given you what you wanted eventually, but you're so ungrateful.”

If he wanted a fit, you could throw a fit and part of you wanted to with how treacherous he was being. “I'm not ungrateful, you're just being so mean to me, ever since I woke up! You won't even let me suck you off." You crossed your arms again, hot with rage and need.

“Yes, I will. Come over here and help me out, thought you didn't even think about what you were doing to me." You hadn't really done anything, he'd started it, but you didn't argue when you instantly knelt down in front of him.

“I have, wanted your cock in my mouth all day, so badly, Finn." He groaned and you eagerly unzipped his pants.

"Then suck.” Finnick said exhaling and you kissed his tip, licking the pre-cum off of it. You kissed every inch of it you could, trying to hide the way your hips started to move. Just being able to do this was probably enough to help you unwind until he was tilting your face up. “Stop humping the air and be good for me." Before you could mumble out a sorry he'd let your lips right back to him. Instantly your wrapped them around him, part of you wanted to tease him just as he'd done to you all day. Starting slowly, cheeks hollowed as he moaned. He must have known you wanted revenge when his hands were in your hair. “God, I have to do everything." Roughly using your mouth, guiding you up and down as you gagged on his length. It didn't take long for him to come undone, for his string of curses and moans to lead to him filling your mouth. You swallowed every last bit of it before pulling away as his fingers loosened. “Your mouth is so good, honey, but that doesn't change the fact that I face fucked you, you didn't suck me off." He shook his head as he breathlessly admonished you.

Exhausted from trying to beg him you laid your head on his knee. “You didn't give me the time." You whispered, voice shaking. Your brain so foggy that you decided to accept defeat.

Finnick's fingers were suddenly much softer and so was his voice as he lead your face up, making you look at him. “Hey, of course I'm gonna take care of you, sweet girl, you didn't think I was gonna get you all worked up for so long and not leave you like this all night, did you? Just messing with you, don't think about what I was saying, you've been so good for me. So patient." You were crying in relief, forcing your face back into his knee. "Come on honey, let me take care of my needy girl.” He moved your head again, grabbing a hand to lift you as he stood from the chair. Guiding you to the bedroom. “Strip for me, sweet girl."

You mindlessly nodded to his instructions, sitting on the bed when you finished. “Thank you."

“How do you want me to help you out, honey?"

“Can I have your mouth please, Finn?" You muttered and he nodded.

“Of course you can, gonna make you feel so good." He pulled a pillow closer to your head, "Lay down for me.” You obeyed and he settled between your legs. Breath fanning on your core, making your buck your hips towards his face. "My pretty girl has such a pretty pussy, dripping for me. How long do you think it'll take?” He kissed your labia and you moaned so loudly it echoed in your head. “I think I've got you so ready that it'll be fast and if we're lucky you'll be seeing stars, won't you, sweet girl?"

“Please, Finn." You whined and suddenly he was devouring you. Face buried inside your cunt, your thighs started to close when his hands, in tune with your expected movements, held them open. “Oh my god, Finn, so good!" Your hands curled into the sheets, toes curling, bucking against his face. His nose rubbing against your sensitive clit as his tongue explored. You let your fingers wander up to his hair, tugging at the golden locks and nearly screaming when he moaned into you. It felt impossible that you were so worked up that you felt so close to unraveling already. “Keep going, so close!"

“Gonna cum all over my face, sweet girl? Wanna taste you." Finnick instantly was back on you, somehow with more intensity than before. He was right when you did come you could've sworn you saw stars, especially when he latched himself onto your clit the moment your orgasm started. Refusing to let up as you did in fact scream your way through it. You felt yourself hazily bucking away.

“Can't, Finn, s’too much." You whined and he chuckled.

“Just taste so good, honey, I'm just cleaning you up, okay?" You knew he was lying, that he'd stay like this until you were desperate to get away yet begging for more, and you nodded anyway. Accepting a different kind of defeat, you deserved it after the day he'd given you, at least that's what you told yourself when he dove right back into your core.

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I rarely write smut, so I hope this is up to snuff, and I'm kinda nervous. But here y'all go, I was just feeling it tonight. Feedback, likes, comments, reblogs are all super appreciated and my ask box/requests are always open, I'm working on some requested headcannons right now! thank you for reading, love you all 💋

[yourstrqly]

warnings: fem!reader, mention of sex / f1 masterlist

ㅤㅤㅤ౨ৎ 𝅄 ⠀⠀·⠀ 𓈒ㅤ the only one i tolerate ﹗

getting woken up quite early on a non-work day makes you want to rip who ever wakes you to shreads, but not when it's your sweet alex, who's excited for the breakfast he has made you

────── or in which I showcase the sunshine x grumpy!reader thrope again

In the middle of the bed, you peacefully sleep on your left side, white bed sheets spread all over your body, as soft snores fill the otherwise quiet room you shared with Alex. The sun has already risen about over an hour or so ago, waking him up; he had come to the great idea of making you breakfast that considered out of a spongy biscuit cake, which he had bought along his short run to the nearest park, and topped the plain bottom with whipped cream and strawberries, and self baked chocolate muffins with a drizzle of salty caramel.

Currently he places everything on a big wooden plate while he waits for the coffee to finish, your favourite mug in his hand to spill the caffeinated drink into it as soon as the bumbles shimmer and the machine dings.

Truthfully the thai is very excited for the small surprise of a breakfast in bed for you as he thinks, he hasn't had the time to fulfil the role of a caring boyfriend in the past few days — williams has him on the sim a lot, there's a shit ton of media work and on top of it all you work too, coming home when he's still out, resulting in you doing everything like mopping the floors, doing the dishes and other daily tasks. This shouldn't be it, he's home in England and Alex wants to show you his capabilities of being a doting boyfriend.

Grabbing the kettle, he fills the mug, puts it on the plate and takes the whole thing to the bedroom, where he places it down gently on your dresser before leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead.

You stir slightly, groaning softly against the pillow but the affection isn't enough to actually wake you up. So Alex lays on top of you, not quite laying as per se, he pushes himself up on his elbows, hovering over you to get better access to you; delicately he bumps his nose against yours before trailing his lips from the corner of your mouth to the soft spot behind your ear.

"What are you doing?", you grumble, voice low and thick because of the sleepy state you're in. It brings a genuine smile on your boyfriend lips, you feel it on your skin.

The hot breath of his fawns to your right ear. "Rise and shine, bunny", he coes happily.

Slowly you bring yourself to open your eyes as he buries his face into your smooth neck and his scent fills your nostrils; he smells of cinnamon and cayenne, rounded by an earthy hint of mos and bergamot, a scent that reminds you of home.

Alex is your home.

And then he unexpectedly bits down, not hard enough to make you tear but it sends a tingle though your body and amuses you. Normally you're the one bitting his neck.

"If you don't wake up right now, I'll lick you", he states, and your mind immediately wanders to last night where he did the licking, just far more south down your body. Surly, your boyfriend notices the flutter of your lashes and the heat that spreads all over your face. "Not like that, but we can definitely make that happen, bunny. After breakfast."

"Stop being such a menace, Al", is all you whine.

"But I'm having fun", there's a pout upon his face.

This pulls a tiny smile on your lips, and without missing a beat Alex bits on your pulse point, gaining a moan, one that he can't point if it's because of you lusty mood or the brooding of upset. In the end he does care how you took it, and he's greeted with your eyes closed and mouth open as heavy breaths glide though your throat — clearly, you are turned on from his teasing and he won't mind interluding you to have sex. But as he has said minutes ago, you have breakfast to eat first. The coffee is probably lukewarm now at best.

Alas, this gives him the kick to move, pulling your legs with him to make you sit upright. "Outrageous, can't let me sleep peacefully", you moan again, this time reasoning with slight irritation. Nevertheless you crash your lips on Alex', probing the tip of your tongue against his lips to ask for the allowance of a french kiss. He does, hands raising from his lap to run around your throat, and you cherish the pressure he puts on.

Sadly, the kiss doesn't last long as Alex breaks apart from you, and grabs around you, reaching for the plate, you only see now after opening your lids and actually inspect the room. "Oh Alex, you're definitely getting a blowie. This looks so good. Did you make them?", you question in genuine happiness, muffin in one hand while the other picks up your mug. The combined smells of bitterness and sweetness urges you to dig in, no patience for the response.

Alex, who heard your promise, chokes on spit but quickly recovers. "The muffins, yes, bunny, I did. Only the best for my girl", the thai shares, before adding with a cheeky smirk, "Don't get soft on me, can't handle you being not grumpy."

"Shut up, Alexander."

"That's more like it."

[gliphyartfan]

hey idk if requests r open so sorry if they arent

but can u do a story with yandere chain and there darling having a kid or smth like that yk like the kid being born or jut a 2 year old and there papas

thanks for reading have a good day or night!

Requests are erratic. But I suppose if I’m 100% not in the mood for requests, I’ll make sure to announce it.

But I’ll settle for 5 requests for now. Don’t wanna overwhelm myself 😅

(Also just to make it clear for anyone confused. Any hero not of age is OF AGE when they are used in requests or headcanons such as this! I know most people would already know that. But we know it takes a few to start spoiling the bunch.)

Anywho, as for your request? Sure!

(Does it count as Yandere if they are just being lovey dovey and good boys to her?? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

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It was one of those long days where exhaustion clung to (y/n) like a heavy blanket, and even the simple act of cradling her little one felt like it required the last bit of energy she had left.

The baby, nestled in her arms, shifted, letting out small, sleepy murmurs as she swayed gently. Her mind drifted, still full of the lingering thoughts of household chores she hadn’t managed to get to, stress gnawing at the back of her mind.

The others were busy with errands outside and she could bother them any more than she had.

She had to clean the bedrooms, cook lunch, sweep the floors-

But just as those worries started to creep in, one by one, her husbands began appearing, each moving seamlessly, quietly, as if on a silent mission.

Warriors was the first to approach, and with a softly spoken request and consent, took the baby from her arms with a warm, understanding smile. “Here, just rest. I’ve got them,” he murmured, rocking the little one gently, his eyes warm as he watched she hesitated for a moment before, a tired smile was on her face.

“Sit, love,” Twilight urged softly, his hands guiding her to a comfortable chair.

Once she was settled, he knelt down, already reaching for her feet, his hands firm but gentle as he started massaging out the tension in each tired muscle. “You‘ve been standing on your feet all morning,” he added quietly, his gaze warm but focused as he worked out each knot, his calloused fingers moving with expert care.

(Y/n) genuinely had to bite back the noise about to escape her mouth when he started rubbing a particular knot from her foot.

she leaned back practically distracted by the sudden foot massage, when a delicious scent filled the room, and Wild entered, balancing a tray with something warm and savory.

He kicked up a stool and sat beside her, lifting a spoon of the food he’d prepared. “Just a bite,” he coaxed with a gentle smile, “you need the energy.” Each bite was perfectly seasoned, she made a noise of delight and pouted when he took to long to bring the second spoon full up.

Around the room, (y/n) noticed Legend sweeping the floors. “No dust on MY watch,” he muttered, but she could see the flicker of concern as he glanced over to make sure she was comfortable.

In the kitchen, Hyrule was busying himself with dishes, scrubbing each one with a focus as though it was the most important task in the world. He’d always been attentive, caring deeply about the small things, and today was no exception.

Sky brought over a warm cloth, gently dabbing at her temples and face, his touch tender as he said, “Just a little to help you relax.” His gentle care, along with the warm cloth, soothed her further.

Wind was tidying up the clutter around the living room, quickly and efficiently placing baby toys and scattered items where they belonged. He winked at her as he passed, humming under his breath and giving (y/n) a playful smile to lighten your spirits.

Four slipped a warm blanket over her shoulders, adjusting it to keep her cozy as he murmured, “You always make sure everyone else is comfortable. Let us do the same for you.” Before heading off to clean the bedrooms.

And finally, Time appeared, his hands moving skillfully as he ensured everything in the room was settled.

When he was certain everything was in place, he stood behind her chair, bending down and gently wrapping his arms around her, placing small kisses on her head before mentioning he’ll go set out the laundry.

Between Wild’s gentle feeding, Twilight’s careful hands massaging away the ache, Warriors sitting with the baby within immediate eyesight,

Along with the comforting company of everyone working around her, the stress of the morning slowly melted away.

With one last bite from Wild’s spoon and Twilight’s hands easing a final knot, (y/n) could feel her body relax fully.

Warriors handed the baby back to her, carefully adjusting a pillow for support. “There we go, just right,” he said softly.

As the baby cooed and settled back against her, she sighed, not even recalling how she felt before all this pampering.

“I’ll make your favorite for dinner tonight.” Wild said as he got up to take the tray away.

Oh yes, life was good today.

[my-moony-and-padfoot]

A hand to hold

Word count: 3 500

TW: eating problems, disordered eating talking about it and mentions of throwing up etc. It's set in the fifth book, kind of, it doesn't really matter but anyway Note: I wrote almost all of this in one sitting, so even though I've proofread this twice now there still might be weird bits here and there. Because quite literally this is written in the span of five hours, just my thoughts flowing, I hope you can follow :)

Sirius stared at the plate of food in front of him, there wasn't a lot, some vegetables, and chicken, but he didn't really feel like eating, the thought just made him feel sick. He closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths before looking around. Tonks was sitting across from him, eating her food and chatting with Ginny, then glanced at Molly who was at the end of the table, she was already done, her head resting on her hand as she waited for everyone else to be done as well, so she could clean.

He glanced back down at his plate, swallowing down the growing sickness, before looking away. The seat on his right was empty, there was no one he could hold hands with secretly underneath the table. A simple gesture, but it just felt like home. It was something they had done since they were kids, and every time Remus was away he missed it and realized how important it actually was to him. It had been a week now and Remus should've been back yesterday, so he was starting to get worried.

Eventually, he ate a few pieces of the chicken and a few slices of the steamed carrots. It didn't really taste like anything, but at the same time it tasted too much, making him feel sick, but Sirius did his best to ignore that feeling.

When people started to be done and left the kitchen, Sirius decided to stay behind and do the cleaning, letting Molly go do whatever else she had on her endless to-do list. She thanked him before leaving the kitchen, and he just smiled before focusing on the task. Though they didn't always come along, he still liked to help her every now and then. Right now, he just needed something to do, something to do to stop the continuous buzzing in his brain.

He gathered everyone's used dishes, emptying them and washing them by hand. He had always liked washing the dishes by hand even though he could use magic, Sirius just liked doing it like that. When he was done washing and drying them, he set them back into their places.

After the kitchen was cleaned, he went upstairs and into his bedroom, well, what was now his bedroom. He had refused to sleep in his childhood bedroom, though he hadn't told the reason to anyone, not even to Remus when he had asked. The things that had happened there he had always kept to himself, and he would do it in the future too.

He was tired and wanted to sleep, it felt like he was always tired, no matter how much he'd sleep, he'd be tired even if he did nothing but lay in bed, he was just tired. He sat down on his bed, grabbing Remus' jumper from the floor where it had been left a week ago. It still faintly smelled like Remus; vanilla, and occasional cigarettes, but it wasn't enough to soothe the ache in his chest he felt when he thought about Remus.

The smell was comforting, it had always been, ever since their days in Hogwarts, it just was something he had found comfort in even in the hardest of times. That was one of the things he had missed the most during those twelve years, and still, he missed it every time Remus was away.

It was only afternoon, he had already decided not to come out of his bedroom before the next morning, so he changed into the red checkered pyjama pants, pulling Remus' jumper over his head. There was an old record player in the corner of the room, the only thing he had brought from his old bedroom. He put some classical music to play in the background, not liking the quietness of the room.

Then he laid down in the middle of his bed on his side, grabbing a pillow to hug, needing something to hold, so he could ground himself because Remus wasn't there, or no one else for that matter.

Sirius was really starting to be worried about Remus, he was meant to be back yesterday, and he wasn't. He knew Remus didn't like being where he was now, so he didn't really understand why he'd stay there for longer than he needed to.

Maybe something had happened? Something bad and he just didn't know, or simply wasn't told. What if it had been a rough full moon, and he had gotten really ill after because that happened often. Remus also didn't like to be alone after his transformation, and even though Sirius knew he technically wouldn't be alone, still he had this dreadful feeling that something was horribly wrong.

Lately, he had been thinking about Azkaban a lot, and every so often he felt like he was still there. It was this weird memory of cold stone wall on his back, the wind blowing through the bars at the small window, the Dimentors sweeping past. The incredible coldness he could feel deep in his bones, the coldness that wasn't just a feeling, but rather an emotion that made him forget and feel forgotten. It reminded him of all those nights he had spent looking at the moon, sometimes it was full, sometimes creasing, and sometimes it matched the tattoo inked on his wrist. But every time the moon came up, it brought Remus to his mind, his moony.

There was this reappearing thought where he felt like he was still prisoned, like he had always been. Like he had gone from one prison to another all his life. When he was a child, he had been locked up in his home until school, then he had spent twelve years of his life in Azkaban knowing he was innocent. And now, he was here again, back at his childhood home, without permission to go outside.

Like was trapped inside this house, no way to escape, but at the same time nothing to escape from anymore. His parents weren't there anymore, none of the horrible things he had to go through wouldn't happen anymore, it was only a memory. Maybe it was that, maybe it was the memories making him feel trapped and stuck in the same place.

It was almost three hours later when he heard a knock at his door, pulling him out of his thoughts. As he got up he realized that the music had stopped as well, how hadn't he noticed? Maybe he had drifted off or something.

Getting up made his head spin slightly, and he had to wait a moment to gain balance, but he decided to just ignore it. Sirius opened the door, seeing Tonks standing there with a cup of tea in her hands. “I thought you'd like some tea.” She said with a smile, giving the cup to Sirius, who smiled back, even though he felt nothing like smiling. He set the cup down onto the dresser next to the door, leaning against the door frame to keep himself upright as he looked at Tonks. The dizziness had grown over the past few hours more than he had expected it to, and it was hard to keep himself balanced. “Everything alright, Sirius?”

“Mm yes. Just tired. Don't worry, Dora.” She nodded, though gave him a pointed look because of the name. “Alright sorry, thanks for the tea though.”

“You're welcome.” Tonks smiled again. “Have you- Have you heard anything from Remus?” Sirius shook his head, looking away momentarily, the same dreadful feeling coming rushing back. “I'm sure he'll be back soon, try not to worry too much.”

Sirius nodded with a small smile, looking back at her, playing with a loose thread on the sleeve of his jumper. “Albus visited.” She said after a moment of silence.

“Oh.”

“Nothing new, just repeating old things, everyone didn't even have to be there.” Sirius nodded. “Anyway, I just wanted to see you before I go.”

“Say hello to your mum and dad for me.” Sirius smiled, and tonks nodded, suddenly pulling Sirius into a hug. It took him by surprise, and the tight grip hurt, but he hugged her back, patting her back a few times. “see you.”

“See you, bye, Siri.” He waved at her before slipping back into his bedroom and closing the door behind him. He grabbed the tea cup, sitting down at the desk with it, he glanced at himself in the small mirror, not really liking what he saw there. He took a small sip of the tea, it was made in the way he liked it to be, lots of honey, but today was one of those days when the sweetness of it made him want to throw up.

It wasn't the first time this was happening, Sirius knew the feeling all too well, but he never said it out loud. He didn't exactly know what it was or where it came from and why it happened. The feeling just came, and stayed, not going away.

But it had always sort have been there, the weird feeling that came with eating every now and then. When they were in school, it always got worse after the holidays, he always got thinner during the summer and Christmas breaks, and Remus had always been the one to notice. It always took some time until he'd admit what he had been doing, and talk about it and let Remus actually help.

When he was in Azkaban, he didn't get to choose what he'd eat and when he'd eat or how much. There was this same small portion of food each day, and Sirius wasn't sure if he liked that or not. But when he got out of there, he continued in that same routine without even realizing what happened until it was a little too late.

Remus had once again been the one to notice what he was doing and how he kept getting thinner and thinner whenever they saw each other. And for a few months it had been better, he had been doing good, but some time ago, it had taken a turn for the worse once again. Sirius did realize that it always got worse when Remus was away because then there was no one keeping an eye on him and his eating habits. He could do whatever he pleased without making anyone throwing worried glances at him and asking him to eat. Though sometimes he missed that too, missed the worried glances and someone just caring.

His tea had gone cold, not that it mattered, he wasn't going to drink it. He did appreciate the gesture, and he could tell tonks had seen him during dinner, and that he simply didn't eat. Because she usually didn't come to say goodbyes to him that often, she did that only when she was worried, but not worried enough to say it out loud.

Sirius got back into bed, this time getting under the covers and just listening. Someone was walking up the stairs, someone was pacing around in the bedroom above him. Doors closing and opening, stairs creaking because no one else but him knew which ones to avoid.

But after a while those sounds died out too, everyone had gone to bed, or at least locked themselves into their bedrooms. But Sirius couldn't find himself to fall asleep as the clock ticked on. He was too worried, too unwell and too scared. There was just too much of everything.

It was a few hours later when Sirius heard the front door opening downstairs, immediately making him scared, though he knew no one he didn't know had access to this place. Then someone walked up the stairs, but none of them creaked, Sirius turned to lay on his side, so he'd be facing the door.

The light that was on shined into the hallway in a way that Sirius could see the shadow of whoever would walk past. When the shadow came, it stopped in front of his door, and then the door slowly creaked open, and Remus slipped in, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“Hi.” He smiled, looking at Sirius, who smiled back with a small, but genuine smile. “I thought you'd be sleeping already.” Remus said, starting to change his clothes into something much more comfortable than what he was wearing.

When he was dressed in his pyjamas and a new clean jumper, he sat down on the edge of the bed, next to Sirius. “Why are you not sleeping?”

“Dunno.”

“Just can't sleep?” Remus started to play with Sirius' hair, twirling the curls with his fingers. Sirius shrugged. “Okay.”

“Cuddles?” Sirius asked quietly, looking up at Remus who smiled, nodding before he laid down. Sirius rested his head onto Remus' chest, closing his eyes with a content sigh. “I missed you.” He whispered, throwing one of his legs over Remus', who wrapped his arms around Sirius.

“Missed you too.” He whispered into Sirius' hair. "m'sorry, they just wouldn't let me leave when I wanted to. And Albus sent me a letter about something I had to do before I could come back.”

Sirius nodded, snuggling closer to Remus. “you're still a jumper thief.” Remus said, and Sirius could hear the slight grin in his voice. Remus had been calling him a thief as long as he could remember, he hadn't done it in a while, though. “Did twelve years teach you nothing about law?”

Sirius smiled slightly, but he didn't want to think about that now. “Don't, re. Please.”

“Okay, sorry.” He whispered, before letting the silence fall over them. Remus gently rubbed Sirius' side over his jumper, then he let his hand slip underneath his jumper. He felt Sirius' ribs, and hip bone, but Remus was sure that they stuck through more than they had before.

He felt bad that Sirius did it to himself, he didn't always do it on purpose, but sometimes he did and it always worried Remus. Sirius looked tired, dark circles under his eyes, his hair was tangled from the back and his lips chapped, like he'd forgotten to take care of himself.

“Love?” He whispered after a while, and Sirius hummed, fluttering his eyes open. “How have you been sleeping?”

“Just fine.”

“Don't have to lie to me, y'know.” He said gently, not wanting to push Sirius into talking if he didn't want to, but knowing at the same time that it would be better if they talked, it always helped, and Sirius knew that too. “I only want to help you, yeah? Don't want anything bad for you.”

“Can't sleep. It's like my mind is running all the time.” He mumbled. “Been having bad dreams.”

“You've been having more nightmares?” Sirius nodded. “poor baby.” Remus whispered, kissing his head. “When was the last time you ate?” Remus asked, dreading the answer, as usually, it wasn't anything good.

“Today.”

“Properly, Sirius.”

“I don't know. A few days ago?” He said slowly, and quietly. “Just don't feel well. I feel sick.”

“You feel sick 'cause you haven't eaten.” Remus said, waiting for Sirius' reaction before continuing. But it didn't come, he stayed quiet, starting to draw shapes on Remus' side with his finger. “And if you don't eat, you'll start feeling even more sick. I know it's hard, I know love, but you need to eat.”

Sirius shook his head. “c'mon, look at me.” He whispered softly, and Sirius nodded slightly, shifting, so he could look at Remus, his chin resting on Remus' chest. “Tell me what you're thinking about?”

“I don't know, Remus.” He said. “It just feels so- wrong. It's stupid.”

“It's not.” Remus said, brushing a loose curl behind Sirius' ear. “You said you are today, what did you have?”

“Some vegetables and a small piece of chicken.” He admitted quietly. “Dora brought some tea.”

“Did you drink it?” Sirius shook his head, hiding his face into Remus' chest. “That's alright. Don't worry. Let's get up.”

“No.” He protested, not wanting Remus to drag him downstairs and eat something, like he knew Remus would do. He always did. He appreciated it, yes, and knew it was for the better, but still, he still didn't want it. “Remus, please no.”

“Sirius?” He whispered, and Sirius looked back at him. “I know you don't want to, but you look like you're going to pass out any minute. And I'd rather not have that. Let's get up.”

Sirius nodded slowly, moving to let Remus up from underneath him. Then he slowly sat up and inched closer to the edge of the bed, the ever-growing dizziness was even worse now than it had been when tonks came. He was usually very used to the constant nausea and dizziness, but sometimes it just tipped on the side of too much.

He looked up at Remus, who smiled slightly, offering his hand to Sirius. He let Remus pull him up from bed by his hand, the sudden upright position made his head spin, and he closed his eyes. He did notice the hands holding on to his shoulders, it did help to steady himself on his feet.

“Ready to go?” He asked after a moment, and Sirius nodded slightly, looking up at Remus, he looked really worried now, and it made Sirius feel bad. Remus took his hand, slowly leading him out of the room and down the stairs.

When they got down to the kitchen, he sat down on the chair, tucking his knees up to his chest as he watched Remus look through the cupboards.

Then there were two slices of toast and a glass of water set in front of him, and Remus sat across from him with a tea cup. “You don't have to eat all of it, and I can find something else for you if you'd like, but just something, please?”

Sirius nodded, staring at the two lightly buttered slices, taking a few deep breaths, but eventually, he just hit his forehead on his knees, not wanting to look at it anymore.

It broke Remus' heart to watch Sirius struggle so much, it broke it even more that there was nothing he could do or say to make it better. The only thing he could do was to be there with him, trying to support him the best he could and offer comfort when he needed it. Even though he didn't exactly understand why Sirius did this or why it happened, he didn't know the reason behind it, but he'd still be there, the reason didn't really matter.

He reached across the table, placing his hand over Sirius' shaking one that was resting on his knees. He gave it a reassuring squeeze, before intertwining their fingers together.

It took some time until Sirius finally looked up, he first glanced at Remus, then at the plate that was still in front of him. His eyes looked wet, like he was on the verge of crying and like he had been holding the tears for a while. “Talk to me.” He whispered softly, rubbing small circles into Sirius' wrist with his thumb.

“I feel really sick.” Sirius whispered. “I can't Rem. I just- I don't want to. I can't.”

“Yeah you can, I know you can.” Remus said, looking Sirius in the eyes, he was looking back at him, but not really, there was just something off, but Remus could quite tell what it was. “But I also know it's scary and difficult, and there's nothing wrong with feeling like this, absolutely nothing.”

Sirius nodded slowly, looking down at the plate, biting his lip. “I know you're feeling awful and sick right now. But you're going to feel worse if you continue this.” Remus tried to reason, but at the same time he tried not to be too harsh because that wasn't good either. “Just have a small bit? And let's see how you feel after?”

Sirius nodded after a minute, glancing at Remus, before letting go of his hand, he grabbed one of the slices, taking a small bite after a few deep breaths. He closed his as he slowly chewed on the piece, it soon turned into tasteless mush that felt impossible to swallow down, but eventually, he managed.

He wasn't sure if it made the nausea or the spinning in his head worse or if it did nothing, so he took another small bite. It didn't feel good, but it didn't exactly feel bad either. He wasn't sure what the feeling was, so he let it be, taking a few more bites of the toast, though still chewing for way too long.

Sirius could feel Remus' worried gaze on him the whole time, but he didn't mind. He knew Remus was worried and that he couldn't help it, he had always done it, ever since they were young. It was fine. It wasn't the judgmental type of staring that he didn't like, and was used to, it wasn't that, so it was okay.

It took a long until Sirius was done with the first slice, but time didn't matter, it was just important that he ate. “Feel like you can eat the other one?” Remus asked, and Sirius shook his head, glancing at him as if to check it was okay. He nodded, getting up from the chair, grabbing his tea cup and Sirius' plate, quickly cleaning them.

When he was done, he walked back over to Sirius, who set down the now empty glass of water. Sirius looked up at him, his eyes still looked shiny and he just looked so sad. Remus reached his hand to cup his cheek, gently running his thumb over the sharp cheekbone.

He leaned down to kiss Sirius' forehead, who closed his eyes, focusing on it. When Remus leaned back, he offered his hand to Sirius, pulling him up and into a hug when he took it.

Sirius hid his face into Remus' neck, holding on tightly, as if Remus would just slip away. The slow gentle hand going up and down his spine, soft whispers into his hair, and the steady breathing made him feel calm and gave something to focus on.

“Let's go to bed, love.” Remus whispered after a while, and Sirius nodded slightly, taking a few more moments before pulling away from the warm embrace, letting Remus take his hand again and lead up to their bedroom.

A/N:

Hello, hope you enjoyed this one :) and could follow it just fine.

I like the idea of Sirius and Tonks having some kind of a relationship, that they care for each other because they're cousins so I thought I'd add that into this, hope you liked it too

This one is a little different than what I usually write, it has very little dialogue, because most of my works are more dialogue than describing things, if you know what I mean. It was fun to write though. It also has significantly less pet names than what I usually use, but I thought it wouldn't have fit as well in this

Anyway, take care, see you

(please tell me if there's something else I should tag)

<3

[dabisbratz]

OKAY IM NOT A WRITER BY ANY MEANS SO CUT ME SOME SLACK BUT I WANTED TO WRITE A LITTLE CHOSO THINGY EHEHDJWN

After struggling for embarrassingly long to get your keys out of your pocket and unlock your apartment door, you sluggishly drag your feet through the door and close the door behind you with more force than necessary. You let out a long, exhausted sigh and you set your bag and keys down onto the counter. You kick your shoes off, not caring where they land on the floor. Your entire body feels so heavy, and your brain is pounding from a killer headache. Sleeping has never sounded better.

Your coworker definitely owed you for the amount of shifts you covered for them; you were too nice to decline when they asked you to even though you know you'll always feel like crap after. But you also feel angry at yourself: why would you agree to work longer when you're already swamped with school? Why can't you just let yourself relax? You drag yourself over to the kitchen where you notice a few dishes in the sink and the trash you need to take out. 

But before you can take the trash bag out, from the bedroom, you hear a deep voice say, "Y/n? My love? Are you home?" 

Even though you feel perturbed, something about hearing Choso's voice instantly makes you feel a little better. His voice never fails to make you feel this weird feeling of warmth and comfort, and he doesn't even seem to realize it. You walk into the bedroom's doorframe, smiling weakly at him. "Hi Cho. 'm home, was just about to clean up a little around the place." He sets down the book he's reading and smiles back at you. You can see his mocha eyes widen a bit in concern after he observes how tired you look. He sits up and extends his arms out towards you.

"My poor baby. Come here. Relax for a minute." 

"But I need to finish my end of the chores first... I need to

"Please, honey, don't worry about those right now. I'll take care of them later," he says calmly.

"But I'm sure you're tired from your sorcery stuff, my job isn't nearly as hard as yours, I can do it... I'm just gonna really quickly-"

"Y/n. I promise you it will be fine if you hold off on it for a little." Choso is looking at you in a way that's like he's pleading you to just take a breather. You know he's right, but you don't want to burden him with the tasks that were technically your responsibility. 

You sigh again, going to sit on his lap, your chests up against one another as you rest your cheek against his shoulder and wrap your arms loosely around his torso. He immediately hums deeply, securely wrapping his arms around your waist. You can feel the vibration from his humming and it makes you feel more at ease.

"'M sorry Cho, I just had a long day," you mumble against his shirt.

He turns his head to give you a soft kiss on your temple, silently telling you that he understands and you have nothing to be sorry for. You feel like crying, like you don't deserve someone so understanding. You feel like crying because of how stressed you are. How overworked you are. How worthless you feel. So you do, you let your tears that feel like they're burning your eyes build up and fall onto both you and Choso's shirt.

Choso can't stand to see you cry, but he knows that he has to be strong for you right now. So he rubs your back with one hand, as he slowly moves your hair out of your face with another. You look up at him through your blurry tear filled eyes, and immediately want to bury your face back into his shoulder. You ball your fists up and clutch onto his shirt like it's the only thing keeping you safe, and like it will make you feel less any vulnerable.

"Shh, sweet boy, don't be embarrassed. I understand. You can cry all you want, 'm here, honey." 

Eventually you calm down and go to kiss him, which he happily returns. You whisper a soft, "Thank you, Cho" as he hums again, giving you a tissue that you gestured for. You shift in his lap, suddenly feeling the urge to want to relieve your stress in another way.

Like always, Choso can read you like a book. But he wants to be a bit of a tease today, so he just asks, "Something wrong, y/n?" 

"I- want you to.. to..." you're choking on your words. You hate having to beg like this. You lean back so you can see Choso's face, which he has an eyebrow cocked up in curiosity.

"Take care of me Choso. Please." You can feel your face turning red and you wish you could hide, looking to the side so you don't have to see the smug face he's undoubtedly making.

But Choso finds it adorable, smiling and nodding. "Of course, my love." He gently flips you over so your back is now leaning against his chest, and you feel dizzy just thinking about how effortless that movement was for him. You hate how your brain turns into mush whenever he shows you just how strong he is. His muscular arms and rough hands lifting you or caressing you gets your dick so hard, and it's frustrating how easily he can make you such a slut. 

But when you feel his large, slightly rough hand snake up under your shirt, you stop caring about anything else and focus on the pleasure. He gently squeezes your pecs, pressing sweet kisses against your neck and jawline. Your breath hitches as he suddenly switches from kisses to marking your neck with big hickeys instead. 

The moan you let out as he unexpectedly starts rubbing your nipple catches you both off guard, but Choso continues his ministrations. You can feel your cock aching, and your overwhelmed brain tells you to guide your hand over to it to provide some temporary relief. You try, but Choso uses his other hand to hold your wrists together.

"Just be patient f' me, baby. I promise I'll take good care of you. Make you feel so good." He gives you another kiss, this time on the cheek, and lifts your shirt off. You glance down and see his hand twisting and stimulating your nipple, and with the combined pleasure you feel from said stimulation, let out a loud whine and buck your hips forward. As if that's the response he was waiting for, Choso lets go of your wrists and pulls down your work pants and boxers. You throw your head back and let out a loud moan your neighbors are sure to hear as you feel Choso's hand cup around your cock. It feels like it's throbbing, begging for release. Your eyes involuntarily go cross eyed as he moves his hand up and down your length. Squeezing just the right amount and deliciously smearing the precum back around the tip.

"Y-yes! Fuck, Cho- yes... please, please! 'Been so good, wanna cum for you, be a good boy f' you!" God, you can't even believe how good he makes you feel. He hasn't even been doing this for long and you already feel like the knot inside your stomach will snap. He lets out another deep hum, rumbling throughout you and making you whimper, as you look down at his hand that's slowed its pace stroking you.

He removes his hand, making you immediately let out a bratty sounding whine, as you feel his hand gently guide your hand to your dick. He places his hand on top of yours, ready to guide you. "That's it honey, make yourself cum for me, yeah?"

You can't tell if it's Choso's hand that's making yours move or if you are moving your own hand, but you watch as your dick starts leaking more precum onto your hand, and you feel the urge to speed up.

"Close! Close! Oh my god, oh, fuck! Cho, 'm so close, please!" You feel him lean forward a little, his lips pressed against your neck again, and you can feel his lips move up into a smile.

"Go ahead, my sweet little boy. Cum for me." Almost instantaneously your back arches and you're cumming all over his hand and yours, breaths sporadic as you try to come down from your high. You softly whimper and moan until you're finished, guiding Choso's cum covered fingers into your mouth to clean them off. Caught off guard by this, he lets out a groan and gently moves you to lay down next to him.

Still sounding out of breath, you croak, "Thank you." He kisses your forehead and walks out to get a washcloth to clean you up. He dresses you into more comfortable clothing, and makes you drink some water and eat a little something before letting you go to bed.

As the two of you snuggle next to each other, you pull down your boxers and grab his cock, guiding it towards your hole. You let out a groan as the stretch burns a bit on account of being too impatient to prep yourself first. Choso says you don't need to cockwarm him if you don't want to, not wanting you to overexert yourself, but you sleepily reassure him that you don't mind. You shift and finally take him in entirely, feeling him reach one arm over and interlocking your fingers together.

You and him both know that the dishes still need to be done and the trash still needs to be taken out, but right now, you two could care less about that. You just want to feel safe and loved in each other's arms (and quite literally inside each other.)

-🧌

THEUSIS SO FYCKUN GOOD HES HES HES HES LIKE THE SWEETEST SOFT DOM EVERRRRR THIS IS SOSOSOOSNXUTE HE JUS KISSES AWAY YOUR TEARS N SLOWLY THRUSTS <3333 N THE AFTERCAREEE JUS ABOVE N BEYOND he’s so cute this is so cute mgonna explode i need him. in my bed. rn. immediately.

[crystalsnow95z]

A request I was given. I wanted to try something new. I usually avoid using y/n type stories, so I wanted to give it a try. Please tell me how it is. Don't be afraid to tell me it's awful because I'm trying to find a good way to write it.

Sickie; jungkook

Caretaker: reader that I'm naming Ammi.

"Jungkook-ah, where are you? You said you were just taking Bam out to use the bathroom." I called jungkook, my childhood friend who I've had a crush on for as long as you can remember. He was kind enough to let me stay at his place while my house was being renovated, and to repay him, you decided to help with household chores whenever possible. I made dinner, but after twenty minutes he still hasn't returned.

"I ended up at the park. No one is here because it's raining, so I don't have to worry about anyone." Jungkook replies, out of breath. He was clearly messing around with Bam, his barks heard in the background unhappy his playtime was ending.

"You shouldn't be out in the rain. You're going to get yourself sick. Let me come pick you up." I scold him out of worry.

"No, I don't want us to be seen together. I'll walk back." Jungkook wasn't embarrassed to be seen with you, his fear is what fans would do if they saw you with him. You remembered when Taehyung accidently followed someone other than the other members on Instagram, all those nasty messages all over their page, some even threatening their life. I knew it wasn't personal. He's voiced his worries about us hanging out in public, making us hardly see each other.

"Alright. Hurry back then, and you need to take a bath when you get back."

"I will after dinner. I'm starving. See you soon." He hangs up the phone.

(There's no arguing with that boy. He's so stubborn.) Sighing,I go to the kitchen to do the dishes as I wait for Jungkook to return.

"I'm back." A soaked Jungkook comes through the door.

"Why are you soaked? Didn't you bring an umbrella?" I run to the bathroom to get him a towel grabbing two.

"I did, but it got really windy, so it kept flipping upward, so I put it away." Jungkook replies, taking his shoes and socks off.

When i come back with two towels, i'm right in time to watch him take off his jacket, leaving his black t-shirt clinging to his body,his muscles showing through it, making you blush. To hide my face from him, i quickly put one of the towels on his head and try to dry his hair, purpsely making him unable to see.(if i came out a few seconds later would i have caught him shirtless) i shake the thoughts away.(This isn't the time to get flustered..)"You're going to get sick for sure. Your teeth are chattering. You have a photoshoot next week, too!"

"I'll be okay." He says escaping your assult with the towel bending down to use the second towel to dry off Bam.

"I'll dry Bam, you go get changed." I usher him towards his room, earning yourself a giggle from the young vocalist.

"I'm going, I'm going.." He says smiling, going into his bedroom and closing the door.

(I don't know how that boy survives on his own. Last night, he didn't even go to sleep until six in the morning singing on live, and now i caught him going out to play in the rain.)

It was clear Jungkook missed performing and being with his other members. He still saw them when he could, but with working separate schedules, it wasn't easy to find time for all of them to gather together.

Bam shook himself violently, flinging water everywhere, pulling me back to the task at hand. "You're going to need a bath too.. you stink."

"I'll give him a bath after mine." Jungkook was already out of his room, taking a seat on the floor where you set up dinner. "Thanks for making dinner."

"No problem. It's the least I can do." I slide in next to him, not wanting him to watch me eat, taking a few bites. "Is it good?"

"Yeah it's really good." Jungkook stops eating, putting his chopsticks down and covering his face. "Heh'ehhitchew.."He sneezes, then goes back to eating like nothing happened.

"Jungkook-ah, you're already getting sick." (I need to find medicine before he gets worse) When I get up to look for medicine, I only find medicine to help with pain, not colds.

"One sneeze doesn't mean I'm sick." Jungkook states. "I feel fine."

"You should take some medicine tonight anyway. Do you keep it somewhere other than the bathroom?"

"I don't have any." He shrugs. "I don't get sick very often."

"I'll go get you some then." When I go to leave he grabs your hand, making blood rise up my cheeks.

"No, I said I'm okay. The weather outside is awful. I don't want you to get sick because of me. At least wait until it stops raining." When he pleads with those big doe eyes, you relent, looking away shyly.

"Alright. Fine. I'll wait until morning at the latest." (He cares more about me than himself..)

"I've played in the rain plenty of times before.. don't worry. I don't get sick easily. I did a whole concert in the rain before." He tries to dissolve my worry by reassuring me that he was fine.

I don't believe him, but with how stubborn he is, it's best to just drop it for now, even though he lets out another sneeze. I'll just have to keep an eye on him.

When you wake up in the morning, you hear another sneeze coming from Jungkook's room.

"Kookie, are you awake?" You knock softly on his door but get no response. You crack the door slowly, seeing that Jungkook was passed out on bed lying on his stomach."Jungkook?"

Jungkook had always been hard to wake up, so it's no surprise he doesn't wake up. What bothers you is when he starts coughing, turning to his side so you can get a look at him. His face was flushed, and his nose turned bright red. He woke himself up with his coughing, looking at you with his sleepy eyes.

"Hm?" He blinks a few times to process where he was. "Ah, good morning.." He tries to cover his yawn with his hand.

"How are you feeling?"

He goes to respond, but a sneeze comes out instead, snot covering his hand he sneezes into. "I need a tissue.."

"It sounds like you caught a cold just as I thought." You get a tissue out for him, helping him clean up.

"You jinxed me." He says with a pout, sniffling.

"I did no such thing. You are the one who went out in the rain storm."

"It wasn't raining when I left." Jungkook counters.

"If you watched the weather you would've known it was going to rain all night."

When he goes to continue the debate, his body has other plans, a wet cough coming out. He presses his hand against his head, sucking in his breath. The sinus pressure was becoming too much for him to handle. "Ammi.. my head hurts.."

The argument on how he got sick was over. Now the only thing that mattered was helping him feel better. "I'll get you some painkillers for now, I still need to go to the store for cold medicine." Leaving the room quickly, you go to the kitchen to get some water and the bathroom for pain medicine, reading the bottle and taking two out. (It's also a fever reducer. I should get a thermometer while I'm out.)

"Heh..ah..tchew..!" Jungkook is heard sneezing again, letting out a soft whine from the pain another sneeze following soon after.

"Poor baby.." You cover your mouth remembering that he doesn't like being called baby, but he doesn't correct you this time.

"Thanks Ammi-yah..." He sits up, taking a drink of water then taking the pills, laying down again.

"I'll make you some tea, then I need to go to the store. Do you want anything while I'm out?" You ask him.

"Could you make me some ramen too?" Jungkook asks.

"You sure you can stomach ramen?"

"My stomach feels fine.. it's my head that..." He stops in mid sentence. "Heh'ehh..tchew!" He sneezes into his hand, then reaches for the box of tissues facing away from her to wipe the mucus.

"I'll get some more tissues while I'm out." You leave the room and enter the kitchen. (I think he's feeling worse than he's letting on. Hot ginger tea should help..) It doesn't take long to make the tea and noodles. Jungkook was sitting up when you return, coughing into his elbow.

"You okay, Gukkie?" You place the tray on his desk, rubbing his back to try to comfort him.

"Yeah, I'm okay.." He answers between coughs. It sounded like his sinuses were draining into his throat. He reaches for the tea cup I brought with me, taking a few sips.

"I'm going to go out. Call me if you need anything and I'll come right back okay?"

"Okay.. I'm sorry.. I probably ruined your weekend plans.." Jungkook sniffles.

"I actually was planning to spend the weekend hanging out with you. I know you don't want to be seen in public with me, but I brought my labtop so we could play games together.."

"We can still do that. I'll set up my computer to play." Jungkook takes a bite of the noodles. "It's been a while since we played together. It'll be fun."

"I'd like that, but first I need to get you some medicine. Try to get some sleep after you eat.

(This isn't good.. I could hardly stomach half of the bowl.. She was right.. maybe ramen wasn't a good idea..) Jungkook rubs his aching belly, laying on his side. He scrolls on YouTube, trying to get his mind off how poorly he felt, finding a try not to laugh BTS edition.

"Heh...ehhit..chew!" Jungkook whines after the sneeze, the sinus pressure making his head throb violently, turning off the video halfway through. He wanted to try to sleep off his headache, but when he tried to sleep, the sneezes wouldn't let him.

"I hope Ammi returns soon.." jungkook says to the empty room. Jungkook's wish came true, Ammi returning a few minutes later. She rings the buzzer to get in. Jungkook feels lightheaded when he stands, using the wall to help support him as he goes to the front door.

"Who is it?" Jungkook checks just to be sure, relaxing when he heard her voice respond.

"It's just me, Gukkie." Ammi responds, entering when he buzzes her in." (He looks like he's gotten worse since I left, and i wasn't even gone that long. He's dead on his feet..) "Let's get you back to bed. Here, let me help you." Ammi wraps her arm around his waist, walking with him back to the bed. (I can feel him shaking, and he's already sweating..)

"There we go, I'll get you some medicine so you can start feeling better. Okay?" Ammi goes in the bags she got from the store, pouring some medicine into the cup and giving it to him.

"Thanks, Ammi." He takes it like a shot and gives the cup back to her, making a face from the taste. She takes out the thermometer she bought, placing it under his tongue.

"You're running a fever Kookie, its not that high but I'm still concerned.." Ammi tells him. (No wonder he looks so pale..) "You should try to get some more rest."

"I can't sleep.. my nose is too stuffed up and I can't stop sneezing.." Jungkook says sounding irritated at himself.

"Did you try blowing your nose?"

Jungkook nods. "It hurts..and it just gets stuffed up again.." Frustration filled his voice.

"Poor Jungkook-ah.. I bought some nasal spray.. we can try that. Okay?" She digs into the bag to get it for him.

"Alr..r-a..a..chewu...!" Jungkook sneezes, then covers his face, eyes filling with tears.

"Are you crying baby?" Ammi sits next to him.

"No, I'm not.. it's just from my sinuses.." He replies with a sniffle, but Ammi didn't know if she believes him. He wipes his eyes with his sleeve. "Could you help me with it? Ah..my hands are a little shaky.." His voice comes out small.

"Of course." Ammi smiles, enjoying when his more bashful side shines through, reminding her of when they were in school together. Jungkook has to force himself not to sneeze when she sprays it into his nostrils, waiting until she's finished, a flurry of sneezes escaping after.

"Ow..." jungkook whines, pinching the bridge of his nose, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

"I wish there was more I could do, but it just has to run its course.."

He lays back down, hiding his face with his arm."ah..Ammi...Could you..stay with me until I fall asleep..?" Jungkook's voice is hardly louder than a whisper.

"S-stay with you?" Ammi's face turns red, quickly facing away from him to hide it.

"It's okay if you don't want to.. I'm sorry."

"No. No, it's okay. I'd be happy to stay with you. The question just took me by surprise, that's all." Ammi quickly tells him. Jungkook moves near the edge of the bed, patting the bed so she could lay next to him. Ammi lays next to him on her back to look up at the ceiling.

Jungkook starts coughing again, cursing under his breath. "Ammi...?" He says hoarsely.

"What is it?" She answers, accidently meeting his gaze, blushing.

"Could..I..hold your hand...?"

Ammi reaches for his hand silently. Jungkook takes it, giving it a squeeze when another sneeze escapes him, covering his face with the blanket. "I'm sorry we didn't get to play games.." Jungkook sounds guilty.

"Don't be sorry.." Ammi rubs her thumb across his knuckles to try to comfort him.

"I shouldn't have played in the rain.. I ruined your visit.." Jungkook's voice quivered.

"Don't worry about that. I don't care about that. You'll make yourself feel worse. I'm just happy spending time with you. Even if that means taking care of you. Now try to get some sleep."

"Alright.." jungkook sniffles. "I'm still sorry though..'

"Then I forgive you.." Ammi humors him. "You'll have to make it up to me when you're feeling better."

Jungkook yawns. "I will.. I promise.."

Ammi continues to stroke her thumb across his knuckles, feeling his grip loosen as he starts to fall asleep.

"Ahh..mmi...?" Jungkook sounds mostly asleep, the name coming out soft and slow.

"Yes, Kookie?"

"I love..." His voice drifts off into a soft snore.

[eva-knits12]

The Embarrassing Moment

Trigger warning: pregnancy, pregnant woman peeing in the shower, embarrassing moment, fluff.

Summary: Eva is eight months pregnant with Harper, and Colin is helping her shave her legs. She pees in the shower because Harper has made a habit of sitting on her bladder.

"Okay, I have the razor and the conditioner ready," says Colin,

"Raise your right leg," says Colin.

I grab onto the shower bar for support, and raise my right leg. Colin already has my Poise pad in my maternity panties, the Palmers Tummy Butter ready, and my lotion ready.

Colin is shaving my legs. Colin has to help me with even the most basic of tasks. To say that everything requires Cirque De Soleil esque choreography is a MASSIVE understatement.

I'm also understanding how much pregnancy can really suck. Motherhood is awesome, but pregnancy can just be really sucky, especially since I'm in my last trimester. I've actually had to buy Poise Pads because peeing my pants all the time is just a thing. I thought my water broke. Colin took me to the hospital, but it just turned out that yep, I peed my pants. I haven't peed my pants since childhood, but here I am. So, the next day, Colin and I went and got some much needed supplies. Tummy butter, foods that I'm craving, Poise pads. I even peed my pants when I was in the checkout lane.

The cashier, wasn't laughing. She understood, since she was raising four kids, and needed some extra income.

"Honey, you're not the first pregnant woman to pee themselves. It happens," she said.

She gave me some paper towels to clean up the mess. This was the first time that I had peed myself while pregnant in public. Harper must love using my bladder as a bean bag chair.

I went home, and cooked for me and Jake. I actually peed on the kitchen floor when I went to get the Cesar salad out of the fridge. I had just put the spaghetti in our pasta dishes, and I had just pulled out the garlic bread. That's when I felt a whoosh. I heard the sound, and I realized that I had just peed. There was a huge puddle on the floor, and there was a huge dark spot on my pants. UGH!

"COLIN!" I scream.

Colin looks at the puddle and looks at me. He grabs some paper towels and cleans up. He then gets a mop and bucket and mops the floor. I then go to the bedroom and change my pants. Really!

I laughed, and I peed again. If I laugh, I pee. If I sneeze, I pee. If I brush my teeth, I pee. If I wash my face, I pee. If I put my makeup on, I pee. If take off my makeup, I pee. If I walk, I pee. If I cook, I pee. If I clean up, I pee. If I'm at work, and I'm sitting at my desk, and I need to get up, I fucking pee. When I need to sit down, I fucking pee.

"I'm done with your right leg, now it's time for the left," says Colin.

I's still grabbing the bar for support. I put my right leg down, and raise my left. Colin puts the conditioner on, and it happens. Harper decides to do her tap dance routine on my bladder. Harper loves to be active in the morning, and she's pretty much active through the rest of the day. She settles down for the night. But when I'm taking a shower, that's when she decides to start her day by doing her tap dance routine, and she usually does this on my bladder.

Colin sees a yellow stream coming out of me. Colin just starts laughing.

"Baby doll, you're not the first pregnant woman to pee in the tub," says Colin.

"Geez. It's a good thing you haven't baby proofed the toilet," you say.

"I was going to do that today," says Colin.

"I don't think so. If you do, you can pee in the tub," you say.

I think every pregnant woman has to be with me right now. Their boyfriends or husbands haven't had to pee in the tub when the baby sits on their bladder, and the toilet is baby-proofed. You can't get the seat open when those things are on!

Ladies, when your boyfriend or husband wants to baby-proof the toilet, tell them that if they do, then they can be the one that pees in the tub. Men must have invented these. Women aren't jus that sadistic. Just saying.

[fallenfelina]

Hello Neighbor Chapter One: The True Trinity

a/n: this is a chapter from my Hello Neighbor One-shots on Wattpad/AO3 that has multiple chapters. I hope you enjoy :D

Short Sum: Something isn’t right when everyone regroups to do a head check. Trinity acts a little weird, but blames it on seeing something disturbing in the house. They all believe her at first…but things start to go a bit strange quickly…

Story:

Delroy was the last to make it back to the meeting spot, but several relieved sighs filled the room instead of annoyed ones. Now that they were all together, they could show what they found, and share information. Maritza and Finch went first, sharing that on the first floor, to be careful because they had already run into bear-traps. Maritza had found a Tier one and a Tier two keycard, Finch turned up with a single blue key, and a couple of SpeedBars. On the second floor, Enzo and Ivan reported they found a small theatre, and a red key neither of them wanted to touch in a bathroom, and they also entered Peterson’s bedroom, warning the others to stay out of that one because it gave off bad vibes. There wasn’t much on the second floor other than that, so neither of them had much to report. 

Delroy and Trinity were in charge of the third floor. Whilst searching, Delroy ran across 2 keys, and Trinity said they needed a third tier card to reach the fourth level of the house. That was all Trinity had to say, however. She didn’t dish out tasks or instructions like she always did. She just sat there brooding and quiet. 

Unsure of what to do without her help, the other children fought over who distributed the keys, but ended up giving them Delroy for safekeeping and assigned Maritza and Finch to guard him just in case Peterson popped up to try and take them back. 

Both girls were fierce fighters, Maritza with her bat, Finch with her slingshot, so they mostly trusted them to keep the keys safe. Enzo took a Tier 2 keycard so he could gain access to a third floor room and hopefully find a Tier 3 keycard so they could access the roof. But they were not used to Trinity being quiet and not giving her level-headed expertise, they argued about it for a bit longer until Maritza shouted on the top of her lungs to shut up, and asked Trinity what was wrong. Trinity grimaced like something had displeased her, and it made everyone drop everything to check on her. 

“It’s nothing. I’m just-I dunno. This place gives me a strange vibe is all.” Trinity muttered quietly to fill in the silence of the foyer. Enzo stepped forwards to comfort her, but Trinity shrugged him off awkwardly. “Did you see anything? Is that what’s making you a bit nervous?” Delroy asked nervously. Trinity ducked her head and nodded. But what no one saw because she ducked, was the gleam that seemed to light in Trinity’s eyes when Delroy asked this. 

“What was it?” asked Maritza as she reached for her baseball bat in it’s sleeve on her back, eyeing the nearby doors like any one of them might suddenly open and spew out an unspeakable monster, or perhaps Mr. Peterson. Trinity gave a small shrug, but then shook her head. 

“I’m fine. Just a bit shaken.” was all Trinity offered in such a tone that the other children just dropped it, and decided that they weren’t going to get a straight answer out of her. So they climbed the foyer staircase, and continued the search for keys. This time, Finch, Maritza, and Delroy took the first level and second level. Enzo took the Tier 2 keycard to go search for a Tier 3 card with Trinity and Ivan on the third level of the house.

Once Enzo opened his door, however, Trinity bailed on Ivan and Enzo instantly, leaving Ivan confused and Enzo a bit devastated. Either way, the two boys started searching around together, not really seeing Trinity around anymore. In the kitchen/dining room area Ivan found another Tier 2 card, and was able to open a door that led to some kind of storage room, but it had large cages in it, and there was no light switch to light the room up. This room gave both boys a bad feeling, so they stuck close together to skim through the room, and they came across a yellow key in the refrigerator of all places. The room even had a hole in the floor that led to the theatre on the second floor, but neither one of the boys planned on dropping down there, as the only exit had barred off. Though Ivan almost fell into the hole when a loud grinding noise echoed through the room suddenly. Enzo had to grab the orange-haired boy’s suspender straps to save him at the last second. 

The grinding noise started up again, and it sounded like metal scraping metal. Neither Enzo or Ivan could tell where it was coming from, but it sounded like it came from outside of the kitchen area. “Maybe someone downstairs is setting the bear traps off,” Enzo offered, but Ivan disagreed. “That sounded like gears turning something heavy.” “Maybe a secret passage opening?” Enzo tried again nervously, before horror lit up his face, “Trinity’s out there.”

The two of them crept up the door they had opened earlier, and looked out into the hallway. A bookshelf stood to their right, and next to it, a door was ajar. Also, the staircase light had been turned off while they were in the room. Enzo and Ivan went up to the stair balcony, and leaned over, trying to see into the darkness. “Trinity?” Enzo called down softly, but his voice cracked, and Ivan gave a small snort of laughter.

Enzo frowned at him, but went back to leaning over the railing, trying to see down, rather than go down. Ivan also didn’t want to go down either. They didn’t want to go down because they didn’t have flashlights, and someone had turned every single light off on the second floor. No sounds or movements came from down the stairs. 

“I don’t like this,” Ivan whimpered as something suddenly clanked and scuffed around downstairs. The two boys backed away from the stairs as something else rustled near the stairs. It sounded like a harsh wind was rustling a sleeping bag or piece of plastic cloth at the bottom of the steps. “Is that you, Trinity?” Enzo asked one last time down the stairs, and much to their relief, Trinity came charging up the stairs with a rather determined look on her face.

Enzo let out his own sigh of relief, but Ivan looked a bit suspicious of Trinity’s odd behaviour. “Thank goodness you’re okay.” Enzo spewed out quickly as he trotted anxiously next to Trinity and they entered the kitchen area again.

Trinity only huffed in response, and removed something from her pocket. Ivan saw that it was a Tier 3 key card. Trinity led them up some stairs in the back of the kitchen where there was a makeshift rickety hallway made of wooden planks. Up there was the door to the roof, but the two long planks leading to it didn’t look very safe or stable. “Enzo, I really don’t think this is very safe,” said Ivan quietly, trying to bring him aside. But before he could, Trinity’s arm radio went off. Maritza’s panicked voice came through some extreme static. “Trinity? Hello? Are you guys alright up there? I think Mr. Peterson is home! Someone’s blocked off all the entrances to the second floor, and we can’t get to you guys!”

Trinity stared blankly down at her arm like she had forgotten she’d even put a walkie-talkie on it. Quickly, Ivan pulled the small radio off Trinity’s arm, and opened up their side of the frequency. “What do you mean, all the entrances are blocked?” He asked Enzo’s sister, who responded in a frantic tone, “All the doors are blocked by something down here, we’ve been trying to kick them open for a bit now. We think Mr. Peterson did it! You guys gotta—” Maritza’s panicked voice got completely drowned out by static, and her frequency dropped off, leaving the three of them in silence.

“Mari?” Enzo called out into the walkie like that might clear the disruption, but the frequency remained dead. It was then that Enzo entered one of his over-exaggerated panic attacks, and began pacing in little fast circles, running his hand through his hair, and muttering to himself about having to get out of the house, and save his sister, and also something about homicidal kidnapper neighbours.

Because Trinity didn’t even bother trying to comfort Enzo, Ivan had to do it while Trinity shoved the key card into the slot, and the metal door swung open, and then Trinity just grabbed Enzo’s wrist and practically dragged him across the long wooden ramp that led to the roof and away from Ivan. The board wobbled in the middle, but Trinity didn’t seem to be that disturbed by it. Ivan scampered along behind them, now not trusting Trinity at all, but he couldn’t tell Enzo about anything because Trinity was basically hoarding him now, clutching his arm so tight, even Enzo looked a tad bit uncomfortable.

Frustrated, Ivan could only third-wheel in a way as Trinity and Enzo went through desks randomly placed on the roof platform for no reason. Somehow, Ivan and Enzo found a key each, one red and a blue key. 

“Sweet. Now we just need a yellow key, and we can go back down and check in on the others and my sister!” Enzo said excitedly as he pocketed his key. Trinity looked almost angry as Enzo said this, but when she realised both Enzo and Ivan were staring at her strangely, she excused herself to go key hunting on another part of the roof.

“Dude. Doesn’t Trinity seem…off…to you?” Ivan asked, but it seemed more like he was stating it rather than asking. Enzo nodded slowly. “Yeah. Do you think it was something I said?” Enzo asked ashamedly, and fiddled with his camera straps. Ivan awkwardly pat Enzo’s arm because he couldn’t reach the tall boy’s shoulder, saying, “Nah. I think it’s something else. The real Trinity would pay more attention to you, if she were here.” Enzo nodded, but then paused.

“Wait, real Trinity? What do you mean by that?” he asked curiously. “C’mon man. You two are practically dating. How have you not noticed her odd behaviour yet? I don’t think Trinity would just cold shoulder you so easily and quickly.” asked Ivan. Enzo shrugged, “I mean I have noticed her behaviour…” Enzo thought aloud, but then asked, “But then how is she not Trinity? That doesn’t even make sense!”

Ivan crossed his arms, “I dunno, but whoever that is, that’s not Trinity.” Enzo felt a chill run through him at Ivan’s words.

“What do we do then?” Enzo whispered quietly, and Ivan shrugged, “We find that key, then we find a way to get downstairs to the others. And try not to come into contact with the Other Trinity.” 

End Part One :D

(please excuse any grammar errors, because I wrote this mainly at midnight on school and work nights)

[thatonewatching]

Apathetic-Misplaced

Rounding the corner, you treaded further into the kitchen, urging not to wake your mother. It was hard enough to get her to sleep, let alone keep her like that. Your toe stubbed slightly against the bottom of the kitchen counter as you reached for the cabinet with the mugs.

Oddly, as you searched for your favorite one, it seemed to be gone. Having been sure you put it up with the load of dishes you'd done yesterday, you checked once again, not doubting yourself to have missed it in the dim light the early winter mornings would provide. 

Looking back down, annoyed, you saw it. Resting a foot away, sat next to the sugar and spoon, was the mug, a teabag already placed inside. This week had been stressful, you chopped the appearance simply to a simply forgotten task. 

You smiled to yourself, taking the cup in your hand and heading to the stovetop. Placing the kettle on the heating burner, you waited patiently on your phone, scrolling, disinterested in what your friends had done over the weekend. 

Your heart clenched at a certain sight; it was a picture of Nina, a girl you thought would live forever. Alas, she's gone now. Not necessarily dead but missing. So, no matter how you look at it, she's gone. 

All you truly craved was closure. 

Resting your phone face down, you hopped up as the kettle began to scream. Pulling it from the burner, you placed it on a different one, waiting a still moment before beginning to pour the boiling water into the mug. 

After you did, you slowly sipped on the scalding liquid, tossing your head back as you mentally psyched yourself up to get through the day. It wouldn't be too bad, working at a little gas station, if you weren't fifteen miles from the musty place. 

You walked slowly to your bedroom, socks scuffling against the kitchen's hardwood floor. You slipped off the flimsy night shirt you'd been wearing changing into a new bra and shirt. Not much of a shirt, really, more like a big sweater. It was (f/c) and knit tightly. Black leggings to match, you supposed.

It was winter. You were behind a counter most of your day. Who cares what you wore? 

Going back into the kitchen, deciding you'd eat before work, meaning you didn't have to come out from behind the counter and be ogled at by creeps without morals. Yeah, it was better to eat at home.

Gliding on your shoes, you tied the laces up neatly. As you headed back into the kitchen, another odd sight struck you. The sugar had been returned to its spot; the spoon was in the sink. Knitting your eyebrows together, you figured, once again, that it was just a subconscious act of yours. 

I do this every morning, so it's routine of me to put it away, you told yourself. But as the morning's occurrences replayed, your mind went, instead, to worst-case scenarios. Once again, rationality got the better of you, and your mind decided you had forgotten; done it without a second thought. 

But you didn't remember the part where you forced yourself to keep quiet for your mother's sake. 

It was early, too early, to be awake for work. I mean, you worked nights. But groceries were a necessity, and starving wasn't on your mind lately. Not yet. Grabbing your wallet and phone, you were on your way out the door. 

Clambering into the cold car, you turned on the heat, but without time to waste, you drove off. You played a few songs on your way, preferring the familiar music to the silence. As you pulled up to the Walmart, you climbed out again. 

Opening the notes app on your phone, you checked the list again, unsure of what you needed. "Milk, eggs, butter, toilet paper, shampoo." you read. Nodding to yourself, you walked inside, grabbing a rattling cart from the hoard. First, you made your way to the dairy, grabbing the milk, eggs, and butter, and placing them in the bottom of the rattly cart.

Next, you walked to the aisles with all the hygiene products. Grabbing your usual brand of shampoo and toilet paper, you made your way to the checkout. At the register, you grabbed a pack of gum. Minute but nice. 

The man in front of you quickly had his minimal number of items scanned, but he didn't tread too far, visibly distracted by something on his yellow hoodie. He was tall, with disheveled light brown hair, and pale. very pale; he looked sickly. As the cashier scanned your items, the dead look on her face not softened, she read your total. "Fifteen-eighty-two," she mumbled. Opening your wallet, you searched in fear for your card.

As your mind began to whirl and sway, a voice spoke up. You only had so much cash on you; not enough to pay the due, however. Your shaky hand brought her the ten dollars you had in cash, but she continued staring at you, waiting. "I'll cover it," the man offered. "Oh, no. You don't have to-" you assured, quickly being cut off as he handed the cashier the exact change. 

"Thank you so much, sir," you thanked. "It's human kindness," he joked. "Still, thank you." you sighed, thankful. "Keep yourself safe," he said, walking away, off into the crowd of people, many shorter than him. He headed in the opposite direction that you were going, much to your disappointment.

It would have been nice to know his name, you thought. Dawdling around the flooded store, you glanced around, bored. You thought about how pale he was. Tired of ogling at items you'll never buy, or afford, you left.

You smiled to yourself at the sweet interaction, not having experienced a true act of human decency in so long. Living away from everyone in the countryside could do that to someone - make you a recluse-, but you didn't really mind. 

Striding back to your car, you placed your bags of groceries, finding yourself questionably searching for the man, even without realizing it. Turning over the ignition in the car, you drove off, pulling onto the foggy road. As the road cleared, leaving you nearly alone, aside from the few cabins and cars, you noticed one thing in particular: a beat-up, blue pickup truck behind you.

Its paint chipped, revealing the rusty color beneath the facade of color. The headlights were still on, which was fair, considering the fact it was dark, still. That's winter, you thought. Heart in your throat, you sped up, only to notice how their speed was in sync with yours; they sped as you did, and slowed as you did.

As you pulled into your driveway, breaths of relief flooded out of your lungs, watching as the truck drove on, the driver you didn't see. Silently entering the home, you brought in the bags, smiling still at the man's kindness. 

After you unpacked the groceries, you went to check on your mother once again. She was fine. Now, sleep was in your mind. Falling, exhausted, into your bed, you allowed your eyes to flutter shut, falling asleep. 

As your eyes flickered open, the smell of coffee greeted you. Smiling to yourself, you made your quiet way to the kitchen, sitting down at the kitchen table. "Hi, Mom," you greeted. "Hey, hon," she replied, not meeting your eyes as she washed the dishes from this morning. "Hey, (y/n)?" she said again. You hummed lowly.

"Try not to use so many dishes when you make your tea, okay?" she muttered. "I only used one this morning." you denied. "Well, there are two cups in the sink, and it doesn't make sense." she replied. "Maybe you just forgot; I know you're stressed lately," she whispered. "I guess," you agreed.

"Well, it's almost time for you to get ready, and I made some coffee for you," she said. "I know," you sighed.

Sluggishly walking back to your room, you slipped on a white shirt, staying in the same undergarments as this morning, feeling it dumb to change. With a black zip-up hoodie over leggings, simple shoes, and your (h/c) (h/l) brushed. 

No makeup needed. 

You grabbed the thermos that'd been set on the counter and poured your coffee into it, adding the milk and sugar. This time, you put the sugar and spoon away. Fiddling with the lid, you finally fit it tight to the bottle, sighing deeply as you left. But not before telling your mother you loved her.

Phone, keys, thermos, wallet. That's all you needed. As you arrived, you pulled up, checking your wallet for a hair tie. Oddly, and to your horror, your card was in its usual spot. Heart in your throat, you took a hair tie out, assuming your coworker would ask for one before she went on her delivery trips. 

You were right. 

"Hey, do you have a hair tie?" she asked, pulling her ginger hair into a hold with her hand. Wordlessly, you handed it to her, walking behind the counter after tying your apron on. You leaned against the counter, waiting, as a man walked in. His hair was a deep, rich brown, falling above his eyes. Speaking of his eyes, they glanced at you, brown and tired. Bags were under them, falling into a sullen frown as you looked his face over. 

He smiled quickly, turning away as he walked the aisles of the gas station, silent, almost. He made no sound when he walked, and you wondered how such a tall, built man could be so utterly stealthy. He opened a freezer in the back, pulling out a drink. You couldn't quite see what it was until he stepped into another aisle; the aisle with chips. 

A bag rustled and he walked back to you. Placing the items on the counter, you realized that it was alcohol and some plain potato chips. "ID?" you requested. He handed you a small, plastic card. Taking it in your hand, you examined it. "What's your birthday?" you asked.

Looking closer at the ID, you realized that his name was Timothy, but his last name you didn't see, not before he answered, making you gaze back at him. He answered, holding his hand out expectantly. You handed him his ID and scanned his items. "Have a nice day, sir," you said, smiling as he walked off wordlessly. 

The bell rang as he left. 

Another hour or so passed by, and only a handful of interactions, left you alone with your thoughts, the buzzing of the lights, and the low, humming music from the store. You walked to the back of the store, grabbing a drink, water. 

Putting the money in the register, you began to drink slowly, nearly gagging and spitting up the water as a figure towered over you. "Hi, I'm sorry. You scared the life out of me!" you joked, coughing. "Oh, I'm s-sorry," they apologized. Noticeably, they had a stutter. 

"It's fine; you're just really quiet," you laughed again, trying to keep the mood light, despite his depressing, sorry tone. You coughed again, finally looking up at him. He had soft brown hair, covering his eyes slightly. Eyes a soft, shimmery green, though still with a sharpness. Alert.

A mask covered most of his face, obscuring your view. He was thin, you could tell, despite the large beige, brown, white, and blue hoodie he wore. "Is there anything I can do for you?" perking up, he looked at you. Without words, he walked to the back of the store. Grabbing a chocolate milk, he placed it on the counter, hands clad in what you assumed to be leather. "That all?" you checked.

He nodded wordlessly, mask shifting, as if he were chewing on his cheek. Ringing him up, "A dollar and eighty-nine cents, please," you requested.

He fished out some money and planted it on the counter, and you gave him the milk. "Thank you, have a nice day!" You chirped.

He walked out with a "you, too" and nothing else; not even a thumbs up.

--

Hours passed with nothing more than interactions and nearly slamming your head into the counter as you accidentally drifted off.

Now, it was time to go home. You waited for your coworker, and left when she got there. "Bye," she shouted. Waving, you left.

-- Once you arrived home, the rooms silent, you walked to the kitchen. There was a steaming mug of coffee, a sticky note placed on its side. "Just how you like it!" With a smiling face at the end. You smirked at the gesture, taking a small sip. And, indeed, it was just how you liked it.

Honestly, you hadn't even figured that your mother paid attention while you were around her. Heading back to your room, you found that your laundry was already folded on the bed.

"That's sweet, " you thought. Hanging your clothes and putting them into the drawers, you noticed another note. "This week will be full of surprises!" It read, the same handwriting as the note on the mug.

You put the clothes away correctly, lying disc on the clear bed. Before you feel asleep, you decided a shower was needed. As you entered the bathroom, you peeled off your clothes, strong into the scalding water.

It felt good against your cold skin, though. As you reached for your soap, you realized it was small and used up. Soon, you'd have to buy more. After washing your hair and body, you clambered out, wrapping a towel around yourself.

Falling back into your bed, you didn't bother to change. It's not like you had anywhere to be; not for a while, anyway. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you fell asleep.

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A knock at your door awoke you, making your eyes spring open and your body jolt up. "Mom?" You questioned. No answer. "Mom?" You repeated, louder than before.

Opening the door, still in your towel, your heart dropped, but your grip on the cloth didn't. Thankfully. There stood a tall man, at least six foot, dressed in a mustard colored hoodie, denim pants, and steel-toe boots.

But the worst part, you were sure, was what state down. Where his face should be, instead, a black mask with two circles. Eyes. And one upside down U. A frown.

Your words caught in your throat as you tried to choke something, anything, out. His breath was muffled against the mask, and would have been falling on top of your head if not for the cloth.

After a moment of silence, you spoke up, still so scared. "What do you want?" You choked out. Without speaking, he shoved past you, walking to the corner of your room.

He simply snatched your little collection of sticky notes, holding them up to you. Pointing at the second one you'd received, the one about the surprising week, and tapped it lightly, mask shifting slightly.

You assumed he was smiling.

[barovianbitches]

Sticks and Stones - Bettany Blackstarr

“I HATE IT HERE!” Bettany screamed, The six-year-old had marched into the cottage and thrown his school bag onto the floor with a clatter. In the kitchen, Hazuleth and Arteana jumped at the commotion, turning their large feathered heads toward the arrival of their fuming son.

Hazuleth was the first to note several large welts speckled on his pale skin, Arteana was more concerned with his tattered trousers and muddied shirt. “Oh, little one, what happened?” Hazuleth asked, setting down her rolling pin as she hurried towards her son, attempting to cup his face in her hands. Bettany pouted, angrily stepping away, tears brimming in his butterscotch-golden eyes.

“I’m never going to school again!” Bettany stated, huffing before marching towards the stairs and loudly stomping to his bedroom on the second floor. The two women could hear the door slam behind him, as the ivy vines that grew around the house wilted slightly.

Arteana cast a bitter look at Hazuleth, returning to the kitchen to do the dishes. “I told you sending him to school was a bad idea.” 

Hazuleth scoffed, “He’s a sharp boy, dear, There was only so much the two of us could have taught him- he was already out-reading the two of us combined when he was four years old!” 

Arteana turned to Hazuleth, throwing her hands in the air, “his education wasn’t why I didn’t want him to go!” she snapped, “Come off it, Hazuleth! You and I both know that others find him strange!”

Hazuleth frowned, setting down her cookware once again to cross her arms and look at Arteana. “The town accepts him, everyone in the village pays him no mind, he’s our son.” Arteana hooted, “Come on, you’d have to be a bloody idiot to think that. People talk behind closed doors, dear. While they allow him to live here, there’s no doubt in my mind that they’d rather not have a little druid human boy running around in their village. The town and the elders accept him, sure, but they don’t like him.” Hazuleth clicked her beak, her feathers ruffling with annoyance, “Oh hogwash.”

The snowy owl slammed the wooden spoon she’d been scrubbing into the sink, turning towards her wife.

“It is confirmed by how the children treat him… why else would children be so cruel to another child had their parents not instilled that value in them? The children act how their parents talk behind closed doors”  Arteana insisted, “for the gods’ sake, people talk and children listen.”

Hazuleth bristled before sighing in surrender, “You’re right… It just breaks my heart to see him treated this way.” Hazuleth’s head tilted towards the ceiling where the sounds of Bettany slamming and clanking around his bedroom could be heard from above.

Arteana took a deep breath, “I’ll talk to him,” she said as she made to leave.

“No,” Hazuleth held up a taloned hand, stopping Arteana, “let me handle this, dear.”

Arteana hesitated, but eventually caved with a curt nod, returning to her task as Hazuleth began to scale the cork-screw staircase.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽⛯☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Hazuleth knocked softly on Bettany’s door, he didn’t respond- but the furious scuttering behind the door confirmed that he was in fact in his bedroom. Hazuleth closed her beak and turned the handle, stepping into her son’s room.

Bettany’s room was a reflection of who he was, small but vibrant. 

Projects lay strewn about in varying stages of completion. That being said, the room wasn’t in disarray, it was an organized chaos of sorts. Bookshelves lined the walls, a ladder leading to his bed which was nested atop one of the larger bookstacks near the room’s large domed window. A large plant stretched its thin rooty tendrils down from the ceiling, its berries casting a lovely golden glow.

The walls that weren't covered floor-to-ceiling with bookshelves were covered in drawings. Bettany was a shy boy and seldom shared his illustrations with anyone, they instead ended up on his walls. Charcoal sketches of plants, fungi, trees,  and various creatures Bettany had found exploring the bordering Neverwinter Wood collected in his room.

Hazuleth felt her heart swell as her eyes fell onto a picture Bettany had drawn that was clearly of himself, Arteana, and her. 

Hazuleth was quickly distracted by the sound of a large object slapping on the oak floors. Bettany had moved a large rucksack out of his closet and had begun hurling clothes, paper, leather, and anything else he could get his chubby hands on.

“I’m not going back, I give up. From now on I’m going to go live in the woods with my friends.” Bettany didn’t look at her, instead focusing on shoving multiple day’s worth of clothing into a wicker basket.

Hazuleth frowned, she knew that her son’s “friends” were a myriad of potted plants that he kept in his bedroom. These plants had grown astronomically in size, their roots curving out of their terracotta containers and curling on the floor in massive tubes, their leaves and flowers had become the size of dinner plates. Most noticeable was how the once dainty rose now filled up an entire corner of the room, its stem thick with thorns the size of longswords, the sharp points threatening to skewer anything that got close to it. Despite how nerve-racking these plants had become, Hazuleth chose to pay it no mind- this sort of thing happened when Bettany got agitated. Plants seemed to follow his lead, mirroring whatever strong emotion he was feeling.

“I understand,” Hazuleth sighed, sitting down and helping Bettany pack, much to his surprise.

“Your friends would absolutely love the open air, the fresh breeze? Oh, it’d be paradise!” Hazuleth chirped, “But I worry they might get cold… what if they get hungry and can’t find something to eat?”

Bettany froze, halting in his mission as he turned to Hazuleth, “They photosynthesize for their food.” he squeaked.  

Hazuleth nodded, “Of course, my mistake… still, what if they get lonely? What if they miss their pots and the other plants they know?” Bettany bit his lip, frowning.

“Maybe they’d realize that when things get tough it’s nice to have a place you can belong?” Hazuleth turned Bettany’s chin to face her. 

“I don’t think you’re talking about my plants anymore, Ma,” Bettany noted. “You’re such a smart boy, little one,” Hazuleth laughed, clucking as she took in her son’s big golden eyes gleaming  in contrast to his pale face and dark hair, “So handsome as well.”

Bettany’s face darkened as memories from earlier that evening returned to him, “They don’t think so… they think I’m a freak. Zombie Boy they called me… because I was almost dead when you found me. They said I still look dead, like a walking corpse…” Bettany’s eyes filled with tears as he started to pack his bags again. Hazuleth grabbed a hold of his hands, gently restraining him from further packing.

“They said I should’ve died,” Bettany whimpered, “that I’d be better off as dust.” Hazuleth felt her heart break into pieces for her boy, and she pulled him in tight, slowly rocking him back and forth in her arms.

“Oh, my child…” Hazuleth spoke over his shoulder. Her beak clicked as she pondered her response

“You make the world better, my Bettany.” Hazuleth soothed, tucking a stray curl behind his ear. He sniffed and didn’t meet her eyes until his chin was tilted up by a feathered hand. “You are strong… you are a survivor. You are anything but a corpse, you are alive, my son.” Hazuleth insisted, her eyes crinkling upwards as she gazed upon Bettany.

“You’re alive.” 

[tekni-kali]

Day 25

09:40p, Tuesday May 23, 2023

Today has been filled with so many emotions!! I'm having trouble even getting started with this post, even though I know I want to sit down and type it out...my mind won't sit still and pick a starting point...Maybe I'll try from beginning to end...and hopefully the journey will be rewarding...

I woke up before the alarm went off....actually Nugget's yowling at the bedroom door woke me up first. He stopped when he heard me rustle around and crawl out of bed. Before sitting down at my workstation to begin the day, I washed dishes and made breakfast - I really don't think I should like hot pockets and grits as much as I do buuuut it's a quick meal and it's something to take meds with sooo moving on.

I made tea after breakfast and drank it slowly as I fell into the rhythm of work and began making progress on the day's task. We had a mandatory training meeting from 10-11 and Behb was up n about by the time it was over. I took an early lunch and we adventured to Whole Foods to pick up fresh greens for Mary Shelley (I got food from the hot bar...I think that was the first time I ever got it too...it was okay, but not worth the $16, IMO) We made it back within the hour and I was once again consumed by hyper-fixation to complete my task. Even though I wasn't paying much attention to him, I appreciated that he came to doodle and spend the rest of his morning on the couch in the living room with me. :)

He headed off to work around 2:10 and I worked until 6p. At some point during the day, it started to rain - like actual rain rain, not just a 10 minutes drizzle. I was very excited to open the windows and let the smell of fresh wet earth leak into the apartment. By the end of the day, I felt good about the progress I'd made and even let my manager know how satisfying it felt to put a noticeable dent in the task. By that time though, I had to acknowledge that I had made it to a good stopping point and with Behb at work and no other reasonable excuse to stop me from going, I acknowledged that I was procrastinating before shutting everything down and heading off to get dressed.

The nervousness I'd spent much of the day trying to ignore was starting to become non-ignorable, but I was determined to see it through after talking myself into going over the past week. I got dressed, got in the car, drove 15 minutes south, and made it to the destination 10 minutes early. I navigated the signs and made my way up to the third floor, a security guard and a man near the elevator spotted me on the way and asked if I needed help. When I replied that I was looking for the Bipolar group, the man said he was heading that way too and we rode the elevator together. He was nice! We did small talk, I tried not to be too nervous but I'm pretty sure he could tell. There's no way I hid it all that well.

I was relieved to be one of the first two people there. Being in the room as it filled up vs walking in after already being full was definitely preferred...I felt even better when he admitted that it may be a smaller group today because of the rain. A small handful of people trickled in, they greeted each other with warmth and for whatever reason, that really helped my nerves settle down and dare I say that by 6:45, when it started, I actually felt....comfortable.

It was all the cheese - name tags, circular seating arrangements, "Hello, My Name is...", icebreaker, then share and discussion. And for what it's worth....the cheese worked. Though hard, it is not impossible to acknowledge that sitting in this circle, hearing these people talk about their weeks and what they're going through, getting my turn to talk, feeling supported while doing so, and feeling like the opportunity for a genuine connection with another human in the physical realm might actually be possible in this situation....whatever it is I'm trying to say in so many words....basically all boils down to....it helped.

I am glad I went. I want to go back. I want to go regularly. Every week if possible. I am proud of me for doing it. It was scary but my brain made it bigger than it needed to be and I hope I continue staying one step ahead of it...because I can tell that the weight of the things don't feel quite as heavy as they have been...or at the very least, maybe now I can more readily acknowledge the possibility that there may actually be a light at the end of the tunnel.....even if I don't where that end actually is. For now, at least, I can acknowledge that I know it's there...somewhere.

:)

-10:12p

[justanotherstarlightmonger]

The goodie bag series - Min Yoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x fem reader

Word count: 2.4 k words

Warnings: Trigger warning, attempted kidnapping, attempted assault, a fight.

A/n: I fought with myself a long time about if I wanted to post this after I wrote it, but then decided, fuck it, I'll take my chances.

Tagging: @parkdatjimin @themochiverse and my yoonmin anon.

Read the other members here.

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"Yoonie, come home for dinner today?" You peeked out of your bedroom where you were still getting changed as Yoongi grabbed a mouthful of oats and grabbed his laptop bag and hurried to the door, but stopped as soon as you called out. He took two long strides and was in front of you, pressing a chaste kiss to your temples, " I won't make any promises honey, you know I'm busy."

You nodded against his lips, "Try?" You mumbled. 

"Mhm, I'll try. Have a good day!" He was already moving again and you regarded him with a tight smile as the door closed behind him. 

You stood there for a minute before turning back to the task at hand, getting ready to go to work yourself.

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'I won't make it to dinner, love. Don't wait up for me.' 

His text pulled you out of the stream of paperwork you were going through. You blinked disappointedly at the screen for a moment before going back to the floor plan you were designing, a strange bitterness in your stomach.

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The bed dipped behind you and the familiar scent of Yoongi's perfume and his deep grunt as he flung himself on the pillows alerted you that he was back. Your lashes fluttered and you hummed, turning over and cuddling into his side. 

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you. How was your day?" His tone sounded oh so tired. 

"Good. Did you eat?" You were still half asleep. 

"No, I had a late lunch. Im not very hungry, let's just sleep?" And you knew, with the way his words drawled out, that he needed sleep more than anything. 

And God knows, you needed it too, so you hummed in agreement and soon enough, both your breaths evened out, holding onto each other.

Until he started coming home so late and leaving so early that the only indication of his presence in your shared space was the occasional damp towel left in the bathroom, the rumpled sheets on his half of the bed and the single dirty dish in the sink in the morning. 

He still texted you though. 

'Good morning my love. You looked too peaceful to wake up. I had early practice and lots of writing to do. I'll see you in the evening. '

And then as evening approached, 'Babe, I'm caught up. Please don't wait up for me. I'm so sorry. '

And he was sincerely sorry. You knew. You knew your husband, and you also knew that when he slipped into the Producer Min headspace, there wasn't much you could do except wait it out till the days he'd pick you up from work and both of you'd drive home humming to songs together, returned. 

And you had your own work right? Yeah, you had loads of paperwork to go through, so many plans to approve and so many meetings to attend. 

Then why was it that when you leaned back in your chair, looking at the clock that showed that two hours had passed since you were supposed to clock out, and one of the more high profile client's plans pulled up on your computer, your heart felt like someone was squeezing it so tight? 

You missed Yoongi. You always missed Yoongi, and whenever something like this happened, you'd voice it to him, and flawed as he was human, Yoongi had a way of turning on you for being too immature and needy sometimes. 

And you had promised yourself that you'd not let an argument like that happen this time. 

Thus, true to yourself, you picked some chicken from one of his favorite fried food places and headed to his company. 

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This was stupid, why was your heart hammering so hard? This was your husband for god's sake. You entered the password to his studio in the keypad and as the door beeped open, you pulled the door, bracing yourself. 

But his wide eyes and slight pout told you everything was okay. 

For now. 

His smile was just as bright as it had always been. His kisses were just as sweet as you wanted. His whispered "I missed you so much" echoed what your own heart was screaming, and you were happy. 

And so was he. 

Which is why when you stretched out on the couch after the staff had collected all the trash, leaving you both to your devices, Yoongi had only fondly rolled his eyes and tucked you under his own jacket, as he went back to work and you dozed off. 

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That first night in the studio turned into an almost daily ritual.

For four days. 

Which seemed fair, because you had gone without the man for a whole week. And you were confident that this time around, you might make it out of this spell without an argument.

But things always had a way of going downhill didn't they? 

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Yoongi didn't mind you hanging out in the studio. It was his habitat, and you were his wife. If anything, you were the one he loved having there more than anyone. But he had noticed the way you grimaced and grabbed your shoulders when you woke up, the way your neck bent at all the wrong angles on his couch, and how the dark circles under your eyes turned darker. 

He felt guilty. 

And he hated feeling that way. 

"Babe, go home." He urged you, adamant in front of him. 

"No. I'm fine here, trust me." Ah, you had that look on your face. The look that was more of a challenge, as usual. A look that told him you'd be stubborn on this. 

"You're uncomfortable here, don't lie to me. Go home, it's alright, you don't have to stay with me." God, he hated feeling guilty. 

"I want to though." 

"You want to go to the chiropractor for your neck coz you're too damn stubborn for your own good?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow. 

"I want to stay with you coz I hate sleeping without you." You lowered your voice slightly, "You know that."

"Don't be such a child y/n, it's not like I don't come home" 

There he went, your heartbeat increased. This wasn't happening. Hadn't you promised yourself? 

" It's n-"

"Please go home, I'm wasting time as it is." He grunted and turned back, clearly done with the conversation as his hands reached for his headphones. 

"I hate sleeping alone Yoongi, why would you make me sleep alone when I'm fine here?" You demanded. 

You got no response, a faint sound of instruments came from his headphones. 

Tears pricked your eyes. Yoongi could be an ass when he wanted to. 

You sat there for a few minutes, before convincing yourself it wasn't worth getting into another fight if he turned around and still found you there. You heaved a shaky breath and gathered your stuff, leaving the building and heading to the bus stop. 

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God, fall nights in Seoul got so chilly so soon. You hugged your sweater closer to you and walked towards your home purposefully, the anger at a certain producer dissipating in the cool air. 

Not long after, you realized there was more than one echo of footsteps coming to you. You focused on the sound, trying not to be paranoid. Maybe it was just the way the street was. There wasn't someone following you, was there? 

Was there? You tilted your head slightly to the side. 

There most definitely was. 

Your heart hammered. Shit shit shittt. You transferred your house keys to your dominant hand and stuck the sharp edge out of your fist and quickened your steps. 

You were almost home, it was okay. 

And then the second pair of footsteps vanished. 

Phew, it was probably just someone else going home from work. Paranoia really did take the best of your mind some days. 

You heaved a sigh of relief and smiled softly. 

Too soon. 

You collided into a man in a long black coat who had just come out of the alley in front of you. His firm hands grabbed onto your waist, and one immediately made it's way lower over your hips. 

You blanched and tried to pull away. 

"Hello, pretty. What are you doing out at this hour?" 

His voice was raspy and his breath reeked of alcohol. You struggled harder.

"Let go!" You snapped. 

"Feisty little thing aren't you? Good, I like em feisty." He grinned, clearly drunk out of his mind and made to grab you off your feet, fitting both hands under your ass and lifting you up.

You screamed in terror and jabbed at his face with the key you had. 

Immediately he was dropping you, "You little cunt! What the fuck was that for?" He yelled.

But you were already swift on your feet, running in the opposite direction as fast as your legs would carry you. All you could think of was that he could not know where you lived. 

You zoomed onto the main street, still hearing his thundering curses and footsteps behind you, and thanked everything holy at the 7-eleven in front of you. 

"Please, help me. There's a man outside, he-" you gasped at the ahjussi behind the counter who had risen from his seat in surprise. 

He was quick to catch on, leaping from behind the counter and looking around outside. But the bastard had left. 

The old man turned back to you with kind eyes, concerned at the state you were in, pale and trembling like a leaf. 

"He's gone child, he's gone."

"A-are you s-sure?" You said weakly. 

"I'm sure. Let me get you some water. Do you have anyone to call to come get you? You shouldn't walk home by yourself at this time." He said kindly, pouring you a glass of water 

"M-my husband... My h-husband," your trembling hands found your phone and you were calling Yoongi instantly. 

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Yoongi rolled his eyes and tossed his phone in the drawer. 

"Fucking hell y/n, how petty can you be?" He mumbled. 

You had this stupid habit of spamming him when you wanted to annoy him. 

He was just surprised that you'd do it now, when you had clearly had an argument.

If anything, Yoongi expected you to sulk and be mad for a day at least 

Clearly not. 

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As the trembling phone told you the love of your life had let the call go to voicemail for the third time, you broke. 

Tears streaming down your face, you dialed the only one you trusted in any case. 

The line rang and then a sleepy hum sounded.

"J-jungkookie?" You sobbed. 

"Noona?" He was awake in a second, "What's wrong?" 

You sobbed harder. 

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When Yoongi came home the next day, he was surprised at how dark the living room was, the curtains drawn. 

He also noticed how your shoes weren't by the door but instead still on your feet as you were curled up on the couch, eyes wide open and streaks of dried mascara sitting on your face. 

His alarms went off. 

There was something definitely wrong. 

"Honey?" He called out to your still form, and didn't get graced with a look back.

"Baby?" He went over to you. 

Still no response. 

Oh, something was so wrong. 

He got on his knees before you, his stomach churning in tension. 

"Y/n, love, what happened?" 

"I called you Yoongi, why didn't you pick up?" Your voice was hoarse and barely there, and your neck had these strange scratches on it that made no sense to the ridiculous question you had asked him. 

Something was wrong. 

"I was working love, what's happened to you?" 

That's when you caught him with a half dead gaze, immediately making him wish you hadn't looked his way. An unexplained shame set into his very bones. 

"Please tell me what happened." He pleaded again.

" I was... " You sighed, "I was walking home last night and when I turned off the main road... " Your voice broke again and Yoongi felt his sanity slipping away.

"... there was a- a guy... He-he tried t-to-" a dry sob cut you off and the raging panic in Yoongi's body froze over to something deadly. 

His own shame and ice cold anger made a cocktail of poison so strong, his fists clenched and his voice lowered. 

" He tried to touch you?" He asked.

Your nod had a roar lodging in his throat. 

" H-he lifted me and tried to take me away. I scratched him with th-the keys, " you hiccuped, "and ran back to the store. He followed me all the way" you were trembling again, tears of fear slipping down the paths already present on your face. 

"Honey..." His hands reached for you, and his heart broke when you started and pulled away slightly before grabbing his hands and crying in earnest. 

"Yoongi..." His name was all that slipped past your trembling lips as you cried against his shoulder, "I called you. I called you so many times, why didn't you answer me? " 

Yoongi felt like he'd be sick. He wanted to go get that bastard arrested this very moment but his guilt and shame froze him to the spot. The way you held onto him so tightly made him feel like he wasn't worthy to comfort you. 

And all he could say was, "I'm sorry, love. Im so so sorry. " His own voice strained from holding back tears. 

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Yoongi gingerly placed you on the bed after the longest shower you had taken. 

He had had to gently guide your hand away from your skin so many times as you scratched yourself violently and cried. You had cried so much. 

He had carried you to the room, silent and stewing in guilt. 

But as soon as his arms pulled away you mumbled a soft, "No... Please?" 

"What is it baby?" He had no words of comfort worthy of giving you.

"Stay."

"I'm right here." He sat beside you, his hands carding through your damp hair. 

You hugged his arm to your chest, breathing soft and slightly shaky from all the crying. 

"Jungkookie brought me home." You mumbled into his skin. 

Yoongi would go hug Jungkook after this. 

"Please don't make me sleep alone." God, why was your voice so small? 

"I won't, my baby. I won't ever. I'm so sorry." 

[thebibliosphere]

soooo I’m finally watching Marie Kondo’s Netflix show in an attempt to motivate myself to clean my room, and while a lot of the tips seem like things that will be good for my ADHD and anxiety, the homes she looks at are... kind of already clean? Like, no dust, no trash, no dirty laundry, no spiderwebs. There’s lots of clutter, but not a lot of actual dirtiness. And especially with my worsening depression, I’ve been trying not to think about how bad my room is for so long that there are Actual Cobwebs in a couple corners. I know I’m an extreme exception, but if you had any tips on how to tackle that aspect, I would fully appreciate it

 Marie Kondo is less of a “clean your home” show and more of a “keep it organized.”

It’s also important to remember that no matter how real the people are, parts are staged. Because I guarantee you, some of those houses with the amount of clutter that is in them? Will absolutely have dust, cobwebs, and mold problems. We’re just not being shown them.

But that doesn’t mean you also can’t use Marie’s techniques to actually clean.

I’ve talked before about removing the lid from the laundry hamper helped ETD actually start putting laundry in the basket instead of on the floor/any flat surface. What I’ve yet to talk about is how that in no way helped us keep on top of doing laundry. The thing that really helped us was buying multiple cheap laundry baskets (this kind) and sorting our laundry out as we got changed. For example, there are three laundry baskets lined up near the door in our bedroom. One has t-shirts, another one has underwear, and another has, like, pants and jeans and shit. They serve both as visual reminders that we need to do laundry and help with pre-sorting laundry. Once they get full to a certain point, it’s time to do a laundry load.

We’ve also got baskets like these for towels, kitchen things and bed linens. Everything just goes into visible baskets, which can, if necessary, be stacked and shoved into a closet if company suddenly comes over. (Though that doesn’t happen so much these days.)

I also use spare hampers for doing 15-minute-pick-ups, which is exactly what it sounds like. I set a timer for 15 minutes, and I pick things up from places where they don’t belong and throw them in the hamper. So, for example, Holly’s toys and blankets are currently scattered all through the house. If I want to dust, vacuum, and clean, I will walk around the house picking her stuff up and putting it in the hamper, clearing a path for me to do the other things I need to do without worrying about organizing a space for her stuff. 

Another example would be my work desk. My work desk is currently covered in everything from my work printouts, bills I need to pay, medical gear like my blood pressure cuff, all my charging cables, multiple books, some of Holly’s toys, and for some unknown reason, four measuring tapes. If I want to dust my desk, I will put everything in a basket, wipe the surface down, then pick out the things that belong on my desk. Like the printouts and the bills. My desk is now, in less than 15 minutes, dust-free and organized. But Joy, you might say, what about the things in the basket? What do I do with those? Easy, keep them in the basket and take them to where they do belong. But what if the space they belong needs cleaned? Rinse and repeat, take your basket to the next space, clear everything into the basket, clean the area, then put back the things that belong. Congrats, you may have just cleared multiple spaces. And if you run out of energy in the interim? That’s okay; it’s better to have things contained in baskets than scattered everywhere across your house. It reduces them down to smaller problems and reduces your visual exhaustion from clutter, making tasks easier for ADHD brains in the long run. (This also works for other types of executive dysfunction. Visual exhaustion is a real problem for brains that are already trying their hardest.)

So, now you’ve got things sorted into manageable piles, what do you do next? You prioritize what is necessary for your space to be safe and sanitary. Cobwebs might be gross looking, but they’re not really an issue compared to, say, actual trash or dirty dishes that might be molding in your space. Remove those things first. Set another 15-minute timer, pick up as much trash as you can, and put it in a trash bag. If the timer runs out and you’re still good to go, set it for another 15-minutes, or keep going until you’re done. I find music helps. I’ve actually tricked my brain into realizing that dishes take me 12 minutes (instead of the literal hours my brain thinks it is), so for me, that’s 3-4 songs from my favorite band. Other people like to watch “clean with me” videos on youtube. They can be quite motivating, sort of like second-hand dopamine from watching people be productive.

 Once you’ve sorted one major task, assess how you’re feeling. Are you tired and need to stop? Great! You’ve achieved a lot already; well done. Have a sticker and or reward of choice. Tomorrow you will do another 15 minutes of something else, and slowly but surely, your space should become more manageable and less intimidating.

Think you can do more? Also great! Let’s maybe try to get the dishes next. After that, I’d suggest tackling the cobwebs, then dusting, then sweeping/vacuuming, and then if necessary, mopping the floor. And I don't mean all at once, I just mean in that order, just so you’re not having to go back and dust again.

I try to do 15 minutes of housework every day in this fashion. I also keep a rough schedule on our fridge and tick major tasks as we go. So did I do laundry this week? Yes! Excellent, gold star. No? Okay, well, that gets priority next week. (Still gold star for what I did achieve, though.)

It helps keep things manageable while also not being Too Much for either my ADHD or my physical disabilities. For some people, that 15 minutes is too much, and I would say even doing 5 minutes a day is better than none. Anything you can do to keep your living space safely habitable for both your mental and physical health is good and worthy of praise and pride.

Anyway, I hope some of this helps and wasn’t too long! 

Take care and good luck!

[justwritedreams]

Baby, just to ride with you | Jeno

Jeno x reader, racing street au! Word count: 2911 Genre: fluff  Author: maari Warnings: Jeno being the sin he’s and reader scared of the racing. Don't do it at home, please. Note: Mark’s voice JENO LEeeEE ok maybe i’m a little too excited for this one that I’m posting right now. I could write a part 2 idk 👀 Request: Hiiii I'm loving your stories and I really love the way you write! Can I please request something with either Jeno or Haechan? Like them being racers and try to win y/n attention and that lead to kisses and flirting? Something super fluff.. I hope it makes sense, it's okay if you can't or don't have the time! Thank you for reading this and keep doing you! Have a nice day/afternoon/night!

Your parents always told you to stay away from troubled boys and you were always a good girl until Jeno came into your life. You were 15 when you met him. He moved to your school and was best friends with your brother, they were both in the same class and he was only a year older than you.  So living with him turned out to be inevitable. Jeno would play video games at his house every day, with the excuse that he had a project to do with your brother, he would participate in intimate birthday celebrations and even Christmas at your house. So when everyone told you what a dangerous badboy he was, you couldn't understand. Okay, Jeno carried a mystery in his eyes that was very attractive, as much as a magnet, and sometimes he would disappear out of nowhere and come back with some bruises but with you, he was sweet and considerate. He always stopped to chat when you had to do the dishes or were studying in the kitchen. You always stayed friendly with him, the rule was: never get involved with your brother's friends. And you managed to stifle the crush you had on him until your last year at school. You thought that after Jeno and your brother graduated, he wouldn't show up at your house as often and the butterflies in your stomach would go away. Well, he stopped visiting your house less often and your brother spent more time with him on the street, but the butterflies only increased. And with them came worries. Jeno would show up with your brother at dawn between Friday and Saturday, both trying to make as little noise as possible, but you always saw him through your bedroom window, sometimes he looked hurt and other times he looked out of his mind, filled with rage. You didn't question your brother either time because he always managed to hide it from your parents and you never managed to run into Jeno the next morning because he was already gone, but you knew something was up. And you couldn't help but worry, even dreaming about him on the nights he didn't appear. Another Friday and you were exhausted, the last few weeks of exams in high school were slowly killing you but at least that meant that soon it would be over and you would finally go to college. You just wanted to get home, take a shower and throw yourself into bed, you deserved it after hours at school and on the subway. But when looking for the key in your bag, practically throwing everything on the floor and without success in finding it, you started to think that resting would be an impossible task today. Your parents weren't in town and your brother, from the amount of times you've banged on the door, wasn't home. Annoyed, you went to the house next door looking for Renjun, he was friends with Jeno so for sure you would know where he was, and if you knew where he was, you would find your brother.

"Y/N, hi." you smiled politely when Renjun appeared at the door. "Sorry to bother you." you spoke and saw him wave his hands to say it was nothing. "Do you know where Jeno is? My brother must be with him. I forgot my key and he locked me out of the house." Renjun chuckled and reached into his sweatshirt, pulling out his phone. "Jeno asked me to go to a party and gave me the address, I can give you that." You agreed and Renjun showed his phone screen so you could write it down on your. Jeno was on the other side of town and you sighed as you realized you would have to take the subway again, but you had no choice. "Thank you Renjun, you will save my life." You said goodbye to the boy and hurried back the way you had come.

It was already getting dark when you arrived at the place, you had called your brother countless times and left millions of messages, none seen so far. And you were confused when you realized that this was not quite what you had imagined. To be honest, you've never seen such a lush car since fast and furious 2. You rubbed your eyes a few times to make sure it was real and not an illusion of your tired mind. But it was. The street was filled with racing cars and several people around as loud music played. Well, the street was far enough away from the houses and you could understand why no one had called the police yet because of the noise. As you approached, looking everywhere for your brother, you noticed that people looked at you without understanding what you were doing there. Maybe your school uniform helped with that. But you just ignored the stares, you had more to worry about than people's opinions.

"Y/N?" you stopped where you were when you heard Jeno's voice from afar. You looked around for him and found him behind you, his expression confused and surprised at the same time. He approached, backing away from everyone who was on his side. Including two girls. "What are you doing here?" He didn't seem to believe you were there. Jeno didn't usually talk to you when he was around the crowd sincr school and whenever he did, the conversation didn't last more than five seconds. You knew it had to do with fact that He had to keep the badboy pose and that was something he couldn't do it with you. "I'm looking for my brother, have you seen him?" you asked shyly and started playing with your bare hands. That was the effect of several people staring at the two of you. Jeno smiled and blinked a few times. "He didn't…come here. I think he's with his girlfriend or something." Girlfriend? Since when did your brother have a girlfriend? That pissed you off even more. All your travel to the other side of the city had been in vain. You were tired, hungry and sleepy. And without a place to sleep tonight. Wonderful. "Did something happen?" he asked worriedly and took a good look at your expression. "I forgot my key somewhere and he locked me out of the house." You complained and crossed your arms. You didn't care if you looked like a grumpy kid who pouted when you got a no, you were pissed off. Jeno laughed and it caught your attention. He always had two smiles. The cute one, who made his eyes practically close when you talked to him at your house. And the conqueror, which he rarely used with you. But that's the one he gave you and it made your legs shake. "I can take you to my home." he suggested and you looked at him suspiciously. Easy like that? "Why does it seem like there's a but?" you spoke and saw him laugh, then get serious and look at you intensely. Jeno walked up to you and approached your face until it was close to your ear, a wind touched your body at the same moment he released the air. "If you don't mind walking over there." he turned his body back and you followed his gaze to what he wanted to show you, trying to ignore the shiver that ran down the back of your neck. This happened often when you were around him. The car he was leaning against earlier, black with a neon orange stripe, was low-slung and glowed even at night. You didn't know anything about cars but you knew that this one was racing, and expensive. It wasn't the kind of car anyone had in town. You wanted to question how he had gotten that, because he was suddenly so cheeky around you. Not that it was bad, even though he was cute to you he was intense, but tonight he was terribly attractive. It didn't help at all in your situation. The damn butterflies coming back in full force. But you chose to agree silently, without the strength to find your own voice, and turned to face Jeno. He was smirking and there was something in his eyes, a glint of amusement perhaps. He extended his arm, indicating that you go ahead and did so. Feeling weak in the legs just by looking at him. Don't be ridiculous, that's what you thought. The people around you backed away as you and Jeno approached the car, but something surprised you even more. You didn't know how to open the door, it was heavier than usual and just wouldn't come. It was then that Jeno approached to help you, but he leaned his body against your and placed his hand on top of yours, making the necessary force and pulling up, completely the opposite of what you were doing. You held your breath, feeling Jeno's heat wash over your body and then fade away. Making room for the cold. He appeared on the other side, the smile still on his face and you entered while blinking non-stop, trying to understand what that had been. He didn't touch you like that before graduation and that was new. A new good. You sat in the leather seat and the view from inside the car was completely different from what you were used to, you closed the door carefully and when you put your bag near your foot and the seat belt on, you heard Jeno laugh. You stared at him, eyes already watching you intensely, drawing a sigh from you. "What?" you asked and he started the car. "Glad you did." Pointed at the belt and you frowned, ready to ask why when Jeno drove the car slowly, since there were still people nearby. But he stopped a little further on, another car appeared from the side and a person in front of them both. Wait, that wasn't... The two cars roared and you looked at Jeno, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as he stared straight ahead with determination. "You won't…" you started to speak but didn't finish as Jeno started the car quickly after hearing a noise. It was the starting signal. You felt as if your soul was leaving your body as the car drove at a speed you had never witnessed before. It was as if you were on a roller coaster, the scenery outside was just a blur and you suddenly gripped the leather seat with all your might as Jeno raced with you alongside him. You wanted to yell at him for the first time in your life, but you didn't know how to say it felt like you were going to die so quickly. That wasn't safe. Nothing safe! He only slowed down when the car beside him was out of sight but he didn't stop. He kept driving and driving, until your heart started beating right again, without feeling like it was going to explode, and he went to a secluded place. You only managed to take a deep breath when he stopped the car, from your peripheral vision you could see that he turned to face you but before Jeno could say anything, you took your belt with force and opened the door, getting out of the car angrily. You tripped a few times, your legs wobbly, not knowing if it was from the race or from Jeno, and that helped you catch up. "Y/N." He called to you and even the soft voice, almost bordering on guilt, didn't stop you. "What's your problem?" you screamed and turned to look at him, with tears in your eyes. Now he actually looked guilty, getting serious as he looked into your red eyes. "I didn't mean… I thought…" "We could have died!" you interrupted him, feeling all the air in your lungs go out. You approached and slammed your fist into his chest, the noise was loud but Jeno didn't seem bothered by it, on the contrary, he held your arms not too hard but enough to stop you. Jeno suddenly hugged you and you squeezed him tightly, gripping his jacket as you buried your face in his chest. "Alright, it's over." He stroked your hair and you took a deep breath to try to hold back the crying. "I'm sorry!" you felt him place a kiss on the top of your head and it made you feel a little calmer. "Please forgive me. I swear I didn't mean to scare you. I'm an idiot." You stayed like that for a while, the heat of his body in a way so unknown to you and the kisses he distributed on your head helped in this process. "You really are an idiot." you pulled away and were about to wipe your own tears when he did. The movement so smooth and the wide hand so warm has caught you off guard. "I am. What kind of guy makes a doll like you cry?" With no tears to wipe away, he then proceeded to caress your face. Forgetting why you were mad at him, you smiled at the nickname he used for you. You haven't heard it in a while. "The kind of show off idiot." You spoke without being able to look away from him. He smiled weakly and nodded in agreement. "The kind of idiot who wanted to get your attention." Admitted it and you felt nothing but the truth. That made your jaw drop. Why would Jeno try to get your attention? He didn't need to do anything but exist. "You don't need much." you shrugged but he didn't seem to agree. "When it comes to you, I do." You frowned, confused. "You never noticed?" "What?" you ask, still not understanding. Jeno took a deep breath before approaching you, the bodies touching again. "I've always liked you since I met you." the world around you seemed to stop spinning. "But you were my best friend's little sister and I was always a… badboy. It meant danger to a girl like you." You raised your eyebrows, completely in shock. You mean you two had a crush at the same time and since ever? "I thought I liked the danger." You spoke and saw his face wither. "But I only like you." Jeno looked at you the way he did when he didn't understand anything. "Huh?" You laughed, unable to control yourself this time. "You were always so sweet to me and affectionate, you never lacked respect even though you were a badboy. Well, except now that you raced with me in the car and it felt like I was going straight to heaven." You spoke quickly and saw him smile widely. The way you loved it. "I can take you to heaven, no car this time." He licked his lips and you held your attention there as he dropped his gaze to your mouth. You just nodded, unable to say anything to him so close. Jeno fixed his hand on your face and you felt a shiver when his fingers touched the back of your neck lightly, he approached slowly and it was almost torture but at the same time it gave you the image of him closing his eyes slowly, you imitated him. Feeling your heart thudding as if it were against your ribs, Jeno kissed you. Unlike what you had ever dreamed of, because yes you had dreamed of this scene countless times for the sake of your mental health, he was kind. As it always was with you. Lips almost asking for permission to move and you used that to place your hands on his chest, feeling him drop one of his hands to your waist as his lips captured yours with enjoyment. Now he was kissing you greedily, like he needed it to live and you were sure you did. It felt almost the same as you had on the race, heart beating fast, legs shaking and hands gripping his jacket once more that night, wanting to make sure he didn't pull away. Jeno was imposing and when your tongues met, you sighed, reaching up to grab the back of his head as he reached down with his other hand to hug you around the waist, squeezing out any air. You didn't want to stop but it was necessary to catch your breath, he put you on the floor and you didn't even realize he had taken you out. You looked at each other and smiled, your mouths red and swollen, but your hearts wanting more. "Wow, wow." You said and he looked at you in a cute way. "If heaven is like this, I'll ride with you wherever you go." He laughed, his head falling back and you had to control some of your hormones that told you to kiss his neck. "My proposal is still valid, I can take you to my house. Since you don't have a place to sleep, you're my guest." he looked at you seriously and you felt a heat all over your body, seeing your reaction he brought his face closer to speak very close to your ear again in that night, enough for his lips to touch your skin. "I should warn you that I stay up all night." Well, maybe you should listen to your not-so-puritanical hormones.

[moonhoures]

[1:20pm] Sundays, to you, were always perfect for cleaning, especially on such a nice one like today. The sun was out and beaming through the trees outside the living room window of your apartment. Just like in the movies, the birds were chirping and the atmosphere was so serene it practically filled you with dopamine.

So, with a burst of motivation, you turned on some music and got to work dusting the furniture, wiping down the counters, washing and drying loads of laundry. All the while your boyfriend was stuck sitting at the dining room table, working on some project he’d been tasked with finishing before the month was up. He had been working endlessly on it for a while, and in between your cleaning, you would look over to see him yawning or just looking very bored. You wanted to give him a reason to take a break, but the two of you had just stopped a little over an hour ago to have lunch, so you didn’t want to bother him now.

To distract yourself from your boyfriend, you started on decluttering the bookshelf in the living room. The room had an opening to the dining room, so Wonho stole glances at you when he knew you weren’t looking. He watched you start on the bottom shelf, taking his music collection and setting it gently to the side so you could wipe the shelf before putting them back. Then you moved the next shelf and did the same. He didn’t realize it, but he was smiling at how you stubbornly, and repeatedly, kept tucking the same stray hair behind your ear every minute. No matter how many times you pushed it back, it still ended up in your face. You sighed as you got to the top shelf, barely able to reach it if you weren’t on your tippy toes.

You glanced over at Wonho to ask him if he could help you, but he was already smiling at you, and it made you blush, “What’s funny?”

His eyes widened a bit at the sudden question, so he shrugged, “Nothing. Did you need some help?”

“Yes, please,” you pouted shyly, waiting patiently as he made his way into the living room. He effortlessly took everything off the top shelf, setting it down on the floor before grabbing the duster gently from you.

“I had it,” you insisted, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched him dust for you anyways.

He scoffed, “You’ve been cleaning for hours. Let me get this one shelf.”

You humphed, making him laugh lightly before helping you put everything back, “How’s your work coming along?”

He sighed, stalling going back to the subject in question, “Slowly. I’m just not feeling very motivated to finish it. I’d much rather be spending my day home with you.”

“I know, but your work is important,” you said, placing your hands on his chest as you looked up at him lovingly, “Though the sooner you finish, the sooner we can hang out. Would you like me to make your favorite dinner later? Would that motivate you?”

Despite eating less than two hours ago, his stomach rumbled, and you both laughed, “I guess it would.”

You leaned up to kiss him. It was meant to only be the softest, sweetest kiss, but he deepened it by moving his hands to your waist and moulding his lips to yours. When you finally managed to pull away, you were searching for a steady pace of breath and your lips were deepening in color. Your boyfriend pouted.

“We can do more of that later when you finish your work,” you spoke in a mockingly stern tone as you put your hands on his buff shoulders and swiveled him around towards the dining room. He groaned, but you continued to nudge him in that direction, “I have faith in you, baby. You got it!”

He huffed once more, but trudged back to his laptop nonetheless. To spare him for a while, you went to your bathroom to do some more cleaning. Another hour or so passed before you finished, so you tidied up your shared bedroom and did some more laundry. Eventually, it grew closer to dinner time, so you looked up the recipe for Wonho’s favorite dish. There were some ingredients you were out of, so you put on your shoes and approached the dining room. Your boyfriend’s brows raised as you did so.

“I’m going to the store to grab some ingredients for dinner, do you need anything?”

He shook his head, “No, but I’m almost done with this project!”

You smiled, “Good, you should finish just in time for dinner, then. I’m going to go get that stuff and hurry back to make the food. Text me if you need anything!”

You blew him a kiss, and paused for him to return it before making your way out of the apartment. Your shopping trip was quicker than you thought it would be, and you even picked up some treats for you and Wonho for after dinner as a surprise for him. When you returned home, your boyfriend was still sitting at his laptop, but he seemed much more engaged in his work that he had all day.

He looked up briefly and greeted you with a smile, but said nothing else, so you figured you’d leave him to finish his work while you got started with cooking. Twenty minutes passed, and you were startled by a sudden shout of triumph from the dining room behind you. You were so focused on checking your dinner to see if it was ready, but you still turned to see Wonho coming up to you. You had just enough time to brace yourself as he scooped you up into a tight hug.

“I’m done!” he exclaimed as he put you back down and kissed your forehead, “Is dinner almost ready?”

“Almost,” you nodded, turning a bit to check the time on the stove, “It has about five minutes left. Would you mind getting the plates and some drinks ready?”

He agreed happily, going to each corner of the kitchen to gather plates, cups, silverware. He set the dining table up for the two of you, prepared your drinks, and by the time he was done, you were getting the food and bringing it to the table. Dinner was nice as always, and it was obviously a nice change of mood for Wonho as opposed to his afternoon spent working. He was much more lively and content, laughing and smiling with you as he told anecdotes from his week that you hadn’t heard yet. Like a gentleman, he offered to clean up the dishes for you once the meal came to a conclusion.

“It’s the least I could do for you. You’ve been working hard all day,” he said, cutting off your stubborn objection. Luckily, there was one last task you had been dreading all day, and you were hoping he wouldn’t mind bearing it for you.

“That’s nice, baby, thank you. Do you, uh, also think you could do another chore for me?” you asked.

He nodded, “Sure, what is it?”

“Could you vacuum the apartment for me?”

He laughed, “That’s it?”

“Yeah. You know I hate vacuuming,” you pouted, making him smile warmly at you as he piled all of the dishes into the sink. He ran the water and got the dish soap ready as he sighed.

“Yes, baby, I’ll vacuum for you. But, I want to strike a deal with you.”

“Oh no.“

“Can I get all the kisses I want after?”

Your heart melted, and you nodded faster than you thought you could. You even surprised him with a kiss to the cheek, “Of course. But only after you vacuum.”

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