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eccentricwritingbaby · 25 days

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baby finn series, babysitting and date nights

series list - house divided - bedtime stories - sneaking onto stream - the necessary reactions

lando norris x mom!wife!reader

summary - uncle carlos comes over to babysit finn as you and your husband enjoy a night out.

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when lando had finally turned the latch of the lock to your shared home, he let out an exhausted sigh. he had been in the sim all day with a long road ahead of him in order to secure a win. he was drained. he had been there the entire day, missing dinner and almost missing bedtime. all he wanted was to hug his young son, kiss his beautiful wife, and take a long hot shower. the universe, however, had other plans.

opening the door, lando was met with baby finn running circles around you in nothing but his diaper. you locked eyes with your husband and he could feel the exhaustion that you were exhibiting, too. finn wasn’t being bad, he was just being a kid. he had loads of energy that you and lando could usually keep up with in high spirits, but, work had been kicking both of your asses. you were both burning out.

“finn, honey, please it’s time for your bath,” you let out a sigh, bringing your hand up to brush the hair out of your face. lando walks over to assess the situation fully, bringing your tired body into his arms for a hug. you slump against him as he kisses your forehead and locks eyes with his son.

“finn. bath. now,” your husband puts his foot down and your son happily runs towards the bathroom, not grasping the exhaustion or irritation of his parents - thankfully. one thing neither of you ever did was push your problems onto your son, and you never wanted to.

“thank you, i’ll head in there in a min-” you begin but your husband cuts you off with a kiss.

“no, we agreed you’d take the morning, i’ll take bedtime. i’ve got this,” lando replies with a swipe to your bum.

“but you look tired, love-”

“so do you. it’s alright, who knows? maybe finn’s innocent energy will rub off on me, eh?” you chuckle at his question and wordlessly nod before he continues, “go get ready for bed, i’ll call you right in,” one more smack to your bum and lando is heading into the bathroom to start his son’s nightly routine as you follow his polite orders to take care of yourself.

around a half hour later, lando is calling you into finn’s room for a cuddle and a tuck into bed. as you arrive, you can see finn slowly losing his energy cuddled into your husband’s arms, letting out a yawn.

“is my sweet boy tired?” you question towards your son, seeing lando nod his head yes as finn lets go of a quiet ‘so much mommy’.

“i think he had a case of the late night zoomies,” lando lets out a laugh as he gently sets his son into bed, proceeding to get him comfortable under the blankets. you both then lean down, kissing his forehead, wishing him a good night's sleep, and reminding him you’d see him in the morning. after the lights are off and the door cracked a bit open, lando leads you down the hall towards your bedroom with a firm hand on your lower back.

you collapse onto the bed in a huff once you enter, leading your husband to quietly laugh at you - still cautious of the sleepy boy down the hall.

“i’m heading to shower, love. care to join?” lando offers with eyes wide and smile even larger. you grant him a feverish nod and begin to follow behind him eagerly as he giggles.

once you were both stripped and into the steamy shower, lando’s body slumped against yours, his back being attacked by the hot water and his head resting on your shoulder. you run your hand gently through his wet curls as he lets out a deep sigh.

“wanna talk about it?” you whisper into his hair. lando shakes his head and mumbles into your shoulder, “could you repeat that, love?” you giggle, shaking your shoulder a bit to move lando’s face out of your neck and into your view. his hands grip your waist as yours are guided to rest on either side of his face.

“i just want to relax, we haven’t had a day just us to relax, i miss my wife,”

“i miss you too but that’s the life of parents, lan. maybe if you had pulled out three year-”

“alright, alright,” he exclaims, “you don’t need to harp on my pullout game for me to get the picture” he laughs while reaching behind you to grab some body wash.

“i do agree we need a small break, though,” you sigh, “work has been draining me, i don’t want it to affect finn,”

“ya know who’s in town next week, love?” lando’s eyes sparkle as he asks, prompting you to laugh and let out a shake of your head, urging him to continue, “carlos,”

“okay, bud. uncle los will be here very soon, do you remember what we talked about?” lando is on one knee, bent at your son’s level and looking oh so fine. his black button up with most of the top buttons loose, the dark pants to go with it and the chains dangling from his neck already had you worked up, but the adorable nature of his fatherhood? now that’s hot.

“yes, daddy,” your son replies, you can tell he’s attempting to hold in his excitement as much as he can as he is almost vibrating due to his little bursts of energy.

“can you tell me again, bubs?” lando holds onto his son’s hands, searching his eyes at an attempt to really have finn understand the importance.

“um, say pwease and tank you!”

“very good, what else?”

“be nice,”

“good, bubs, anything else?”

“do what uncle los say?” finn adds his last answer with an unsure smile as he eyes his dad with a tilted head. lando chuckles at his son’s cuteness and kisses his head, nodding in confirmation for your son to listen to his babysitter for the night.

“and help him out, baby. if he needs anything, okay?” you add on, making your entrance in the room known. lando looks over to you and it seems as if his heart stopped, but it hadn’t. if anything it was beating so fast it could've flown out of his chest. standing up from his position on the ground, he makes his way over to you, mouth agape, eyes raking your figure, and head slowly shaking left to right.

“you look…” your husband drinks in your appearance again, eyes scanning you from head to toe, “absolutely breathtaking,” he finishes off, his right hand coming over to hold his heart.

“thank you, my love,” you giggle a bit, stepping to him in order to plant a kiss to his cheek, “you clean up pretty nice, too,” you shoot him a wink, walking past him and towards your son.

“thanks for walking away, dear. this view is much better,” lando lets out a chuckle, eyes not daring to drift from your ass, until your head swivels - and he catches your smile.

“anytime, baby,” you laugh at his antics, leading him on as you bend over to grab your son, slower than usual. you hear a deep groan come from lando but before anymore comments were made, the doorbell rang throughout the home. finn drops from your arms, beginning his race to the door.

“finn! wait until i open the door!” lando shouts, jogging over to where your toddler was attempting to reach the handle.

“i big like you dada! i do it!” finn jumps again, trying with all his little might to reach the handle. lando comes behind him, scooping him up from behind and holding him near the handle and lock.

“alright, go ahead big boy,” lando urges his son to open the door, and when he does, his excited shrieks are all that fill the house.

“UNCLE LOS!” finn has wiggled out of his fathers’ grasp and already launched himself into carlos’ arms.

“hola, pequeño,” the ferrari driver lets out with a chuckle.

“i so excited you here!” finn is squirming up and down in carlos’ arms as the adults all just laugh at the adorable kid. lando pulls him out of carlos’ arms for one more brief chat about his behavior as you hand carlos the important babysitting list.

“basically, it's all the numbers you don’t already have, like fewtrell and i think my mom, and then his schedule is here,” you continue briefing carlos as lando begins to stand and make his way back to you, “you don’t have to be too strict about this, just have fun,” you assure carlos at the end of the run through.

“i’ve got it, you guys have fun. finn and i sure will,” carlos begins to usher you two out the door, a hyper-active three year old seemingly glued to his leg.

“call if you need anything, and i mean anything,” lando emphasizes to his friend.

“lando. it will be fine, you muppet. go enjoy your night with your wife, i’m going to catch up with mi amigo, finn, here,” at this point he is pushing you and your husband out the door and you both laugh at the door shutting in your faces. lando extends his arm for you to hold with a ‘m’lady’, and you both make your way to the restaurant.

at the restaurant, the maître d' guides you to your table and lando proceeds to pull out the chair for you to take your seat. both now seated, he begin to ask what drinks to begin with, lando responding with his and you responding with ‘just a water, please’. walking away to fulfill your orders, lando spares you an odd glance.

“it’s our night off, love. you didn’t want to get a drink?”

“no, just a water will do it for me,” you respond quick, your husband still eyeing you with oddity, “im glad we’re doing this,” you continue, reaching across the table to hold his hand in yours.

“me too, a night just to ourselves was very needed,” he lets out with a smile.

“i just hope our boy isn’t causing too much chaos at home,” you sigh, the waiter coming over to take your orders and drop off your drinks. lando just mumbles a ‘they’ll be fine’ almost to assure himself before placing his order.

“vroom! vroom!” finn squeaks out on the floor, rolling his red ferrari cars around the living room. carlos joins in with a laugh, proceeding to hold his own decorated sainz55 car - finn’s most prized possession - and run it around their make-shift track. he quickly pulls out his phone to capture the moment and ease the parents minds.

“finn, look here! it’s for mommy and daddy, smile!” carlos instructs the little boy. finn looks up, letting out a huge smile and giggle, before crawling into the ferrari drivers lap. one more picture - a selfie this time - of finn clinging onto carlos’ neck, and carlos hits a quick send to his friends.

“here, honey,” lando pulls his phone out and sends it your way in order for you to also see the adorable array of photos your babysitter had sent.

“well aren’t they having fun?” you place a hand over your heart as you speak, too in awe of the little chubby cheeked smile staring back at you.

“this was a grand idea,” your husband reiterates, putting his phone away into his pocket after typing a response back. you both share a look and a smile, before continuing your previous conversation and finishing your food.

making it home a little past finn’s bedtime, you both didn’t know what you would walk into. bedtime was finn’s only struggle, therefore him being awake when you arrived home wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for what both you and your husband expect.

except, when you walk in, your house is clean, quiet, and calm. carlos stands from the couch in order to greet the both of you, while you’re both scrambling to pick your jaws off the floor.

“i’m assuming it went well?” you ask with a laugh while carlos brings you into a light hug.

“si, finn was a gentlemen. he passed out on the couch by seven and i just carried him into his room after that,” you and lando share a look of disbelief before carlos continues, “we played with some cars, ate some dinner, watched a movie, and he went down really easily,”

“can you move in?” lando pops the question into the conversation as carlos laughs off the request, “i’m serious, sainz,” your husband pushes again.

“did you two enjoy your night?” the ferrari driver ignores his friends jokes, directing his attention to you.

“we did, thank you so much for this, carlos,” you respond with a smile, “we really appreciate it,”

carlos gives you another hug goodbye and you begin to make your way towards finn’s room to check on him as lando walks carlos out, continuing his pestering of ‘how did you do it, mate?’ and ‘you don’t understand he hates bedtime’.

you stand in the doorway of your son’s room for some time, admiring the sleepy boy all cozy under his racecar blankets. feeling a hand on your waist, you turn and catch your husband in a kiss.

“let’s go to bed, love,” he offers once you break apart. you give him a silent nod, and you both make your way into your bedroom - lando stealing one last glance at your son.

walking into your bedroom, you discard your heels and begin to unzip your dress.

“ah, ah,” lando stops your movements, replacing your hands on the zipper with his own, “allow me,” you giggle a bit as he continues to unzip your dress, letting it pool onto the floor. he pulls your back into him and begins to pepper your skin with sweet and sensual kisses as you blush in his hold, “we still need to make baby number two,” he mumbles into your skin while continuing his kisses. your body stiffens, lando feeling and understanding the tension releases your body and turns you to face him.

“what is it, y/n? do you not want another baby anymore?” he asks quietly, as if he’s scared of your answer.

“no, no. it’s not that,” you reply, head hanging down to stare at your feet.

“then what is it?” lando cups your chin in his hands with his question, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“it’s just that,” you sigh, searching lando’s eyes, “we don’t need to keep trying, if there’s already a baby on the way,”

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moonhoures · 7 months

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Sunday Morning

🕷️ kinktober — day 9: cockwarming 🕸️

pairing: jiung (p1harmony) + reader (g/n)

genre: non-idol!au, fluff, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, morning sex, cockwarming, edging (kinda? sorry jiung 😅), somnophilia (idk if this really counts but i’m putting it just in case!), pet names: ‘ji’ & ‘baby’ for jiung

word count: ~1.8k

synopsis: just some good ol’ morning sex with bf!jiung 😌

posted: october 9, 2023

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Your bedroom was enveloped in a layer of thin darkness provided by the gloomy, rainy weather settling outside of your windows. Sundays were usually your chore and errand day of the week, but when your eyes cracked open for the first time this morning and saw the nasty weather, you threw those plans out the window (metaphorically). Instead of getting up to start your day, you snuggled yourself further into the warmth of your sheets, pulling them tighter to you. You snuggled your face into the plush of your pillow, and shifted your hips back for a more comfortable position. Only, your behind met something solid, which had you concerned and confused, but only for a moment.

“Hey, quit hogging the covers.”

You melted into relief as you remembered that your boyfriend had stayed the night and was sleeping just behind you. His presence made itself clear as he turned to face you, tugging back some of the sheets. He lifted them up while he scooted closer to you, letting the soft fabric fall over the both of you. You felt his arm encircle your waist and pull you closer to his front.

“I forgot you were here,” the grogginess of just waking up was evident in your voice, cracking some of the syllables.

“Ouch,” Jiung mumbled with fake-hurt, making you laugh softly, “Glad to know I have such a big impact on your life.”

“Well you haven’t stayed the night in so long. Excuse me for not being used to waking up with you next to me.”

Your boyfriend leaned forward and kissed your shoulder that was exposed by the neck of your shirt slipping to the side. You instinctively scrunched up, trying to avoid the tickling sensation that came with his lips and breath brushing against your sensitive skin. But he persisted, hands holding onto your hips to keep you still while he attempted to kiss your neck. The best he could manage was leaving chaste pecks on the nape of your neck.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to spend the night,” he apologized with a smile as he held you close, spooning you. Your hands found his at your navel, and you intertwined your fingers with his, “I’ll have to change that soon.”

“I would like to wake up like this more often,” you confessed, making your boyfriend smile even wider.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, scooting yourself impossibly closer to him. He hoped you didn’t hear the small noise he let out when you brushed against the subtle tent forming in his shorts. But of course he couldn’t get that lucky, “Seems like you would, too.”

“Babe-“ he groaned in embarrassment, his arms tightening around you. You laughed at his expense.

“If you had morning wood, you could’ve just said so, Ji.”

“I didn’t- I don’t- I-,” your boyfriend sighed, half in defeat and half in frustration. It’s not like he was the one that rubbed his erection against your ass, “It’ll go away, just . . . don’t touch it.”

Secretly, you loved making Jiung flustered like this. He was always so cute when he got nervous and stuttered over his words. You wished you could see how pink his cheeks were getting. How wide his eyes were. You decided to tease him further, not-so-innocently shifting to “get more comfortable” and brushing even more against his bulge in the process.

“________,” he warned you, hand gripping your waist in attempt to stop your movements.

“You’re right, I’m too tired for that right now,” you sighed, but the gears were already turning in that pretty head of yours, “Unless . . . you want to just put it in and nap some more with me?”

“How is that any fun?” he asked, a slight pout to his lips. But he wasn’t denying you, so that was something.

“I guess it’s not supposed to be,” you shrugged, “But it’s intimate. And if you’re good, I might reward you.”

“Might?”

“Fine, I will reward you. But only if you stay still and let me nap.”

Jiung mulled it over for a minute, but he truly didn’t think he had the strength, the self control. Still, he was never one to turn down the opportunity to have sex with you. There were very few things he could think of that were better than being buried inside of you, so this just felt like a no brainer.

“Think you can do that?” you asked him, peeking over your shoulder to see him struggling in his own contemplation. The dark shadows on his face brightened with the flash of lightning that illuminated the room for a split second, followed by a low rumble of thunder off in the distance.

“Uh huh,” he nodded, even though he knew you couldn’t see him do so.

It was a blessing and curse that you decided to sleep in only your underwear and one of his t-shirts. A blessing in the sense that it gave him easier access, and a curse in the sense that the easy access only turned him on more, making his erection stand at full attention, hard and uncomfortable. He thought a quick, thankful prayer as he took his weeping cock out from his sleep shorts. If you hadn’t decided you wanted to cockwarm him, he would’ve waited entirely too long to take care of his morning wood in the bathroom like a gentleman. He made a mental note to treat you real good the next time you had proper sex.

“Are you ready now?” he asked, not wanting to dive right in too soon and have it be uncomfortable for you.

“Honestly, Ji, I’ve been wet since I woke up,” you admitted with a small giggle, “So yeah.”

A small fluttering feeling took up space in his chest as he wondered if you were wet because of him. Had you dreamed of him? You had never had a wet dream about him—as far as he knew—so the possibility made him really happy.

He decided not to waste anymore time, so he discreetly used some of his spit to moisten the grip on his dick, rubbing it out a little before getting closer to your center. The fabric of your underwear was easy to move out of the way, and in seconds he was sinking into you with a small hiss. Inch by inch, he fed his length to your hole, letting you suck him in with a familiar warmth that felt like the most impure hug.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he couldn’t help himself from admitting. Once he was seated deep within your heat he got the overwhelming urge to thrust, but the voice of his conscience told him to keep himself in check. It shouldn’t be too bad, all he had to do was hold you and stay still until the both of you nodded back off to sleep. But how long do they plan on napping? he thought. I don’t know how long I can do this before I go insane.

A mix of a hum and a small sigh left you as you felt yourself become full. Jiung watched you practically melt into the bed, your shoulders dropping with relaxation and your head nestling further into your pillow. He pressed a kiss to the back of your head without even thinking about it. His body moved on its own, doing what his heart wanted him to. He smiled at your cozy state, hugging you again. His legs were almost entangled with yours in this position. You two were so close that you basically became one entity.

“This feels nice,” you spoke so softly, moments away from falling back into a slumber.

Jiung wanted to agree, but he was focusing too much on relaxing and not bucking his hips into yours like he so badly wanted to. So instead, he hummed weakly in agreement, fingertips softly gripping the flesh of your tummy as he tried not to adjust his position. If he moved even a centimeter while inside of you, he knew the drag of his cock against your walls would feel too good for him to stay quiet and keep his cool.

“Ji,” you called his name, a hint of a smile on your lips, though he couldn’t see it since he was behind you and his eyes were screwed shut in concentration, “You okay?”

“Mhm, just- trying to stay still like you asked.”

You chuckled faintly. He really was the cutest—and the most obedient, you’ve noticed, “You’re doing good, baby. Just a while longer.”

Jiung nodded, but inside he was whining like a sick puppy. Just a while longer, he thought.

A few minutes turned into several minutes, and eventually became over half an hour. Jiung had finally gotten to a point where he was fully relaxed, cuddling you and focusing on your lulling breaths to keep himself at bay, and it worked. Your delicate snoring didn’t even faze him as his eyes fell closed and he began nodding off beside you. He awoke after a while when you shifted in his warm embrace, hips slightly rutting against his. A choked groan squeaked out of his lips before he could stop it.

“Sorry, baby, did I wake you?” you asked him, purposefully beginning to rock your hips in the most subtle way that it could seem accidental.

“Ah- Please,” he breathed out in a sheepish tone, his hand quickly moving from your stomach back to your hips. His fingertips gripped onto your skin desperately, trying to get you to stop moving.

“What? I thought you wanted to fuck me, Ji?”

“I- I do,” his words came out in pants as his groin began to feel like it was on fire again. His cock throbbed with the anguishing need to cum.

“Then fuck me.”

It was the most gentle command he had ever heard, but the most compelling. Not even a second went by before he was thrusting into you with fervor. Your lip was sucked in between your teeth as you tried to bite back moans and failed. Jiung was a sweet lover, always so attentive and never selfish. He did tend to get a little ambitious sometimes, and those were the few times he would cum before you did. Now seemed like it would be one of those times, but you couldn’t blame him. He had suffered long enough while you cock warmed him. He was a good boy, and did exactly as you asked of him. He deserved to cum first.

“Cum whenever you’re ready, baby.”

“Thank you,” a long, pathetic moan followed his words as his hips stuttered behind your own. He jerked and twitched with every rope of cum that painted your insides. Overwhelming pleasure was all he felt, and in that moment all the waiting he had to do was worth it. Absolutely worth it.

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yandere-daydreams · 11 months

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Title: Caught In The Spider's Web.

Pairing: Yandere!Miguel O'hara x Reader (Spiderverse).

Word Count: 2.8k.

TW: N0n///C0n, AFAB!Reader, Biting, Mentions of Blood, Implied Kidnapping, Obsessive Behavior, Verbal Degredation, Slut-Shaming But In A Projection Way, and Choking.

“Get back here, qué perra!”

“Keep your voice down, we’re in a museum!” You called over your shoulder, chasing it with a breathless laugh before sparing a glance behind you, to where Miguel was still busy clawing through the layers of haphazardly laid webbing that were currently keeping his chest and arms pinned against the far wall of newly-emptied display. You saw his talons tear through the last of it before turning your attention forward – to the tall, narrow halls of the museum, or more specifically, to the stone archways spaced every twenty feet or so. With a wild grin and one last squeeze to the diamond-studded necklace around your neck, the strap of the rucksack weighing heavy against your back, you shot your webs toward the next archway and flew.

Or, swung, more accurately – with Miguel close on your heels. He was more experienced than you, more used to superhuman strength and animalistic agility and everything that happened when a radioactive spider took an interest in you, but no amount of refined skill could’ve measured up to your raw, unrestrained zeal, to the rush of adrenaline that came with every new heist, every new opportunity to use your new powers. Even in the confined space, you moved erratically; vaulting off of walls and falling into jagged nose-dives, never gaining any distance on Miguel but never letting him catch you, either. More than once, you felt his claws graze your back, heard his low growls and muffled cursing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to worry. Why would you? You were a superhero, now, even if you didn’t do many heroic things. You felt invincible. You were invincible – at least in that moment. At least before Miguel got his hands on you and put an end to your fun for the thousandth time. “Y’know, I really thought you’d be cool with this,” you went on, bouncing off of a display case a fraction of a second before he crashed into it, shattering the glass. “I’m like Robin Hood, dude!”

There was a half-snarled bark, a flash of red in your peripheral. You threw yourself to the left just in time to avoid a tendril of pulsing, luminescent webbing – earning yourself just enough time to shoot a playful wink back at him. He bared his teeth, in response. “Robin Hood gave to the poor. You just steal and cause anomalies.”

“I’d be poor if I stopped stealing!” Finally, you came to the room you were looking for – an open lobby with a domed, crystalline ceiling – a ceiling with a panel no one ever seemed to remember to lock. You’d left it open on your way in, and if you were lucky, you’d be able to slip out of it without alerting the guards posted at every other exit. After that, it was only a matter of losing Miguel in the dark city (you’d apparently been the only spider-people smart enough to skip the eye-bleedingly bright color scheme) and hiding a place to lay low in your own dimension. You’d have to come back in a few weeks to sell what you’d stolen, but that was something you could worry about later on. You’d earned your haul, tonight. “It’s been fun, Miguel, baby,” You let your swing go wide, vaulting yourself towards the ceiling and landing just underneath your escape hatch. You let yourself hang there for just a second longer than you could afford, flashing another smile toward Miguel before—

Before you felt his webbing latch onto your lower back, wrenching you away from the domed ceiling and sending you plummeting downward before you could think to react. Your back hit the floor with enough force to crack the marble, your rucksack of stolen art and jewelry landing somewhere to your left and spilling open. With any chance of escaping Miguel gone and your latest haul scattered across the museum floor, you went limp, letting a pained groan slip past your lips. That was the thing about super-durability. The fall hadn’t broken every bone in your body, but your bones didn’t know that.

Miguel was bolting towards you in a second, on top of you in another. You managed to lift your arm, but your web-shooters only responded with a sad, dry grinding – out of ammo, because you always ran out of webbing at the worst times. His hand shot to his mask, his bared fangs catching in the dim light, but you raised your hands in surrender before he could bite down. “Hey, hey, you can save that for the thirst traps. I can spend the next twelve hours catatonic without your help.” With a heavy sigh, you collapsed, letting another wave of aching soreness wash over you before going on. “Take me home. I’m done for the night.”

It took him a few seconds to bite back his anger, to put on that stoic, put-together face you loved to tease him for. Pursed lips, narrowed eyes – all the things that’d fall away as soon as you got on his nerves. “You’re not getting off that easily, this time.”

“C’mon, Miguel, what do you think you’re going to do to me? Lock me in a cell for a couple days? Let your mega-spider bite me? Lecture me until I buy into your ‘great power comes with great responsibility’ bullshit?” Even exhausted and worn down, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself. He made himself an easy target, and you’d always loved the taste of low-hanging fruit. “We both know how this works. You toss me around a little, tell me to spend more of my time saving orphaned puppies trapped in burning buildings, then send me back to my own dimension. Don’t tell me you’re gonna break our routine now.”

He didn’t answer, a pressed scowl pulling at the corners of his mouth as he worked off his mask. He hand dropped to the collar of your suit, and you let out another laugh, this one more nervous than the last. “Are you going to take my watch? You know I’ll just make another one when I get home.”

His fist wrapped around your stolen necklace, wrenching it off of you with enough force to snap the silver, jewel-studded chain and send rubies and sapphires scattering around you. You watched the precious gems clatter to the floor, mentally tallying up how much you could’ve gotten for each. Clearly, Miguel wasn’t as concerned with their value as you were. “You’re not going home.”

“Miguel, that’s not fun—”

“Say my name one more time and I swear I’ll—” He cut himself off with a throaty growl, turning his claws toward your chest. Before you could so much as think to panic, the front of your suit had been torn to tattered shreds, leaving you vulnerable and exposed to the open air and thrashing against the hand now wrapped around your neck, clawing at his wrist and kicking at his chest for all you were worth. If Miguel noticed your meager attempts at resistance, he didn’t seem fazed, didn’t feel the need to respond with anything more than a harsher glare, a straighter posture, a row of pointed nails driven that much deeper into the side of your throat. “Cállate. Just shut up and take what you deserve.”

The palm pressed into the base of your windpipe, a flash of sharpened teeth in the corner of your vision, and then, Miguel’s fangs were planted in your neck, his venom sent coursing through your veins. The feeling, while unpleasant, wasn’t alien to you. You were hyper-aware of your joints locking into place, your limbs going stiff and still, a heavy fog forming over the part of your brain that told the rest of your body to get up and fight. He pulled away before the numbness set in, before you could completely float into that void of immobile, oblivious existence, but when you tried to lift your arm, to kick at his chest, your body failed to respond. You cursed under your breath, glaring at Miguel, but he'd already moved on.

A gloved hand worked its way under the tattered remains of your suit, grazing over your lower stomach before cupping your cunt. It was the adrenaline, the high and the sudden let-down. Miguel must’ve known that, but it did little to dampen the condescension in his faint smirk as he collected your slick on his fingertips, swiping the pad of his thumb over your clit and drinking in the way your expression contorted. “Little slut,” he muttered, the scarlet shine of your blood still visible on his fangs. “You’re already soaked. Can’t let someone put their hands on you without dripping all over them, huh?”

You grit your teeth, doing what you could to swallow back a half-choked moan. “Stop,” And then, with more than a note of desperation in your voice, “This is a crime, you’re not supposed to—”

The air hitched in your throat as he brought his open palm down on your cunt – the blow rough, sudden, sharp. If you’d been able to, you would’ve gone stiff, would’ve lashed out, but you couldn’t move, couldn’t squirm, couldn’t do anything but hold your breath and stifle a pained moan as the first blow was followed by another, then another, then another, until your cunt was sore and throbbing, until there were tears forming in the corners of your eyes and Miguel was breathing heavily above you. “I told you to be quiet.” It was a hiss, more than anything. A threat he could carry out, but not say aloud. “I’d tell you not to make this worse for yourself, but you were always going to find a way to make this more difficult than it had to be.”

You moved to apologize reflexively, to beg him to let you go, but he clearly didn’t have an interest in anything you had to say. He was already shoving two fingers into your burning entrance, adding something else to the ache – not quite pleasure, but not as far as you needed it to be, either. Everything he did was rough, cruel, from the way he stretched you open to how much force he used while grinding the heel of his palm into your clit. Everything he did was less for your gratification and more for his own entertainment, for as humorless as he’d always seemed to you before. Miguel’s paralysis limited your reactions, stopped you from grinding into his hand or squirming underneath him, but it didn’t help to hide your expression, to stop you from biting your lips or rolling your head to the side, giving in to the baselessly hopeful part of your mind yelling that not looking at Miguel would make him leave. He only laughed, the noise low and dark and infinitely more than anything he’d ever given you, before. That made sense. Miguel had always struck you as the kind of man who could only let his guard down after he’d already broken through yours – this was just the first time he’d gotten the chance to prove you right.

Eventually, he pulled back, drawing an airy whimper from the base of your throat at the sudden lack of stimulation. There was a wet, distorted sound you couldn’t bring yourself to name, a fist wrapped around your arm, and then, he was turning you onto your chest, keeping your wrists pressed against your back with one hand while the other spread your thighs apart. You felt his cock, already hard, already thick enough to send a pang of dread to your core, against your ass, and suddenly, you were very aware of just how easily he towered over you, just how little effort it took for him to press his chest into your back and cage you underneath him. Even if you hadn’t been paralyzed, you didn’t know if you’d be able to do anything to get away from him. Not after you’d already been caught in his web.

“You’re going to cum on my cock,” You felt his lips against your ear, the low timbre of his voice reverberating in the back of your mind. “And you’re going to fucking thank me, when you do.”

There might’ve been more. There probably was, but whatever he said was drowned out by a dull, droning buzzing in your ears – a lifeless static that nearly blocked out the feeling of his hands on your hips, his knee nudging your legs apart, the leaking head of his cock resting against your entrance before he thrust into you, splitting you open in an instant.

He was so, so much bigger than you. Even with the fall, even with his venom, you could still feel so much of him, still couldn’t seem to block out the way your own dripping cunt struggled to clench down around the girth of his cock. You let out a fractured gasp but regretted it immediately, trembling as you struggled to inhale while feeling so impossibly full. There might’ve been blood. It was hard to tell with the slick dripping down your thighs, with Miguel lapping over the side of your throat. He sounded animalistic, growling as he rolled his hips and buried himself deeper in your core, his nails burrowing into your hips and mangling what was left of your poor, ruined suit. You’d have to make a new one, when you got back to your own dimension, when you got back to your tiny apartment already over-crowded with stolen art and half-finished projects. If Miguel ever let you go back.

“You’re tight for a little whore.” He made no effort to be gentle, to hold back, to do anything but bully your cunt, bruise your ass, leave you breathless and struggling just to keep yourself sane. “Must be a tease,” he went on, dropping a hand to your clit and rubbing circles into the abused bundle of nerves. “That’s it. Stealing everything you could get your hands on, wrecking the multiverse – that was just your way of getting my attention, huh? Bet you were just waiting for someone to pin you down and fuck you.”

You could feel your legs starting to shake, in spite of the paralysis. “Please, I can’t—”

“So fucking needy, too.” There was a deep laugh, an open-mouthed kiss pressed into the curve of your throat. “I’ll have to put a collar on you. Might catch you bending over for the first person you see if nobody knows who you— fuck, who you belong to.”

His pace had been punishing from the start, but at that, it turned brutal. You felt tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes, a tight knot of tension forming deep in your core. His cock beat against something sensitive and vulnerable in your pussy and you screamed, a strangled moan tearing past your lips. “Please, Miguel, I need you to stop—"

Your voice gave out before you could finish, but that was all Miguel needed to hear. Before you could take it back, before you could bite your tongue and curse yourself for trying to say anything at all, his hand was on your neck, cutting off your oxygen supply and leaving you choking for air, leaving your cunt convulsing around him. “De nuevo.” It was a demand, an order. You were starting to wonder if he knew any other way to speak. “Say that again, before I change my mind and snap your neck.”

“Miguel.” Croaked, airy, only half-coherent. When his grip only grew tighter, you said it again, and again, and again, his name forming an incomprehensible mantra that played in-time with the pulsing in the back of your skull, in the walls of your pussy. You felt yourself clench around him, your vision burning white as either his cock or the lack of oxygen or some awful combination of the two vaulted you to a breath-stealing, mind-numbing climax – strong enough and blinding enough to leave you crashing on the downswing, plummeting into an infinite abyss of searing heat and overstimulation as soon as your climax gave out under his violent affection. Vaguely, you were aware of Miguel’s touch growing rougher, of his voice in your ear, of his cum flooding into your sore pussy. He made no attempt to pull out, but you weren’t surprised. You didn’t know if anything Miguel did could surprise you, anymore.

You were in a haze as Miguel drew back, nipping at the corner of your jaw one more time before finally letting you go. It wasn’t his venom keeping you still, anymore, but your own exhaustion – weighing you down as he lifted you into his arms, letting you rest your head against his chest. Through your eyelashes, your watched Miguel type something into his watch, a neon-shaded portal cutting through the fabric of reality a moment later. You tried to protest, to call on whatever hidden pocket of strength you still had and get away from him, but all you managed to do was squirm in his arms and let out a small, pathetic whine. Miguel responded by pressing his lips against your forehead, chuckling softly. As if this was funny to him. As if he found this cute. “Settle down. You have nothing to worry about.”

He smiled for the first time that night, and you felt something in the pit of your stomach crack.

“I’m taking you home.”

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A New Years Surprise 🎀

daryl x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, poorly written smut, oral (fem-receiving), unprotected p in v, porn with some plot lol

a/n: i know i’m a little late but happy new years everyone!:) thought i’d start off on the right foot this year with some Daryl lovin<3 also don’t mind my writing i’m just getting back into it so i’m a bit rusty:/

“God, you’re such a dumbass,” you muttered to yourself, cringing at the reflection staring back at you.

Currently, you were a mess.

Tonight was Alexandria’s supposed ‘New Years Eve’ celebration, like we actually had anything to celebrate or look forward to.

There were always those few people you’d come across over the years, that had somehow managed to keep track of the time passed and as it turns out, Alexandria’s people were very serious when it came to sticking to the old worlds holidays and traditions.

Hell, they’d host parties and backyard shindigs on a regular bases, no prompt needed.

It was bizarre, and even after a full year living here, you still weren’t used to it.

Deep down, a small sliver of you agreed that it was something special about this place. That it somehow kept the hopeful humanity glimmering inside the residents. But the larger, much more sceptical side of you, couldn’t help but notice the flaws of the idea and the dangers of false hope.

Or maybe it was just because you looked fucking ridiculous trying to play dress up.

Either way, you hated the celebrations.

This one in particular though, caught you off guard.

You hadn’t payed much attention to New Years before the world ended, and just assumed that would be the same now; but when you caught wind of the party, you felt your stomach bubble in excitement.

And for one reason only.

Daryl.

You knew Daryl was an absolute sucker for dainty dresses and lingerie and you hadn’t ever gotten the chance to wear something like that for him. But a few days prior, you had stumbled across a small shopping mall on run and found this adorable matching light pink set and had to stuff it away in case the opportunity to surprise him presented itself.

Well, here it was.

And man was that excitement rapidly turning into a full blown panic attack.

Running your fingers through your hair haphazardly, you studied your appearance in the mirror.

You’d only so far put on the lingerie and a small black skirt and you already felt confined and self conscious. The straps weren’t sitting right, the cups of your bra were too big, causing weird awkward gaps.

Sighing, you close your eyes in defeat, resting your head in your hands.

This was just awful.

You could already hear the beginnings of the party going, music and laughter flowing in through your slightly cracked window and it only caused you to sink further into yourself.

You felt your mind slip into your self deprecating thoughts as you began to tune out the world around you, missing the soft creaks of footsteps on the wooden floored hallway.

The door of your shared room was wide open, as it was only the two of you that occupied the small house.

Daryl took you in for a moment, leaning against the doorframe observing your defeated aura silently.

He immediately knew what was bothering you, he could read you like a book at this point. He crept up behind you, gently touching your shoulder as to not frighten you from your thoughts.

Jumping slightly, your eyes flew open and landed on those deep familiar blue ones you adored, staring back at you through the mirror.

His natural scent caught your nose and your body subconsciously began to ease, slumping back into his chest.

“Hey, I wasn’t expecting you home so early,” you whisper to him as you notice his eyes drift down your body.

You wrap your arms around yourself, not wanting him to see your failed attempt at a surprise and be disappointed.

You should have known he’d be quicker than you.

“Not so fast, baby,” he says, catching your arms before they can fully shield your torso from him and twisted you around to face him.

“It’s nothing, really Daryl, I-I don’t even know what I was thinking,” you mumble feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

That’s when you notice the dark, lustful glimmer in his eyes and awed expression clear as day on his features.

Oh. He likes it.

Heat pooled in your stomach.

Daryl bunches the fabric of your dainty skirt in his hand contemplatively, drawing it up ever so slowly and tucking it into the waist band to keep you exposed.

You could feel his eyes wander your skin, like soft breathy kisses, from finger tips to the dip of your collar bones.

Your breathe catches as you feel the faintest pressure on your dripping cunt.

“This all fer me?” He whispers, slowly sliding his middle finger from the wet patch on your panties to the tiny pink bow at the hem.

He finger dips into the waist when he doesn’t hear your response, and snaps it back against your skin.

“Y-yes Dar,” you gasp.

Of course it was for him, you were his and he damn well knew that, but he simply couldn’t help himself from asking time to time.

He continued to toy with the bow thoughtfully, letting his finger tips graze over the sensitive skin there. Over your hip bones, stomach, and down to your inner thighs, never allowing too much pressure so it felt like soft tickles.

He enjoyed to watch you pant and writhe. Liked the way your skin would erupt in goosebumps every place he touched.

He was a hunter after all.

He could spend hours playing with every detail of you, work you up until you have tears welling in your eyes and your cunt was practically pulsing.

Though you’d beg and plead for him to stop, to give you what you need, he knew you loved it.

And so did he.

Daryl Dixon was a tease.

“Wanted to surprise you after the party,” you manage to squeak out and his gaze finally meets yours.

“Did ya now?” he mocks, walking you backwards till the back of your knees hit the bed and you take a seat at the edge. He looms over you, thumb grazing your bottom lip and you simply nod back at him.

“Well, ya can be certain there ain’t gonna be no party anymore,” he growls, staring you down like you had offended him somehow.

He harshly grips your hips, pulling them till your ass was practically hanging off the edge and drops down to his knees before you, spreading your legs to make room for himself.

All you can do is watch him, mouth parted open as he manhandles you however he pleases.

“And where did ya find somethin’ so pretty, hm?” he questions gruffly, once again rubbing his thumb over the wet patch forming on your panties.

You lean back on your arms, dropping your chin to watch his movements.

“I-uh, on a run the other day,” you huff, your words stuttering in excitement and anticipation.

Daryl only hums in response, as he dips his fingers and pulls them to the side, exposing you fully to him.

He barely gives you a second to register his actions before he’s dropping his head between your thighs, licking a long strip across your soaked cunt.

Your body jolts in surprised pleasure, your right hand flying to grip his soft brown locks as he laps at your clit.

Moaning loudly, your hips rock into him as he continues to lick and suck, lost in the taste of you.

“Oh god,” you whimper. Your arms are shaking behind you, ready to give out any second as you watch Daryl devour you like you were his last meal on earth.

He always looked so damn pretty, eyes closed and entrapped between your thighs.

He lifts his head, groaning at the sight of you and begins trailing kisses over your hips and down your inner thighs.

“Sweet girl,” he mumbles between kisses, “always thinkin’ bout me, huh?”

Your eyes roll back as you sink to your elbows, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“Asked you a question, baby,” he nips at your skin causing a soft sting.

“Always Dar,” you pant, rolling your hips into him again. Your body was pulsing with lust and Daryl could sense how needy you were for him, like it had been weeks without his touch and honestly, it felt like that for him too.

He was about ready to cum in his jeans at the sight of you alone. Legs spread for him, pupils blown wide while you panted and moaned noisily just for him to hear.

Trailing his lips back up, he grips your waist stilling your movements, “What do ya need from me, hm?”

Your mind blanks for a moment, surprised by his uncharacteristic generosity. He was never this quick to give you what you need, always wanting to drag your pleasure for miles and miles until each pretty sound you could possibly make filled his ears.

“Come on now, or do you want me to decide for ya?” he asks again and you quickly shake your head, grabbing him by the shoulders and scooting back until you both were at the top of the bed.

As he lands above you, arms on each side of your head, you finally feel him and how hard he already was.

Rocking into him suggestively, “You know what I need,” you whisper.

Daryl groans from the friction, dropping his head to your shoulder and rutting into you further, chasing your movements.

You hadn’t seen him this worked up and responsive in a long time, and god were you loving it.

You pull his head up to face you and crash your lips onto his, hands finding his belt trying to discard him of it as fast as you possibly can. Daryl’s a panting mess above you, “Baby are you tryna kill me?” he groans when he feels your hands brush against his cock as you attempt to rid him of his jeans.

All you can do is whimper into his mouth as you struggle, and he kicks them down and off the bed.

He grabs you hands and pulls them above you, pinning them down as he begins to attack your neck with bites and kisses.

“Please Dar,” you whine, “need you now.”

“I know baby, I know,” he coos, attempting to soothe you as he draws your skirt and panties down your legs.

You begin tearing at his vest, needing to feel him closer to you, as close as he could possibly get. You feel him chuckle against you, “So eager for me, are ya?” as he lines himself up with your aching core, teasing you even more.

Taking him by surprise, you crush his hips into yours, filling yourself to the hilt all at once. You gasp from from the mixture of pain and pleasure, as Daryl all but whines into your mouth.

“Oh shit, fuck me,” he groans as he begins to slam into you at a bruising pace. You claw at his shoulders, rocking your hips to match his fast movements.

“Just love this cock, don’t ya?” he grunts, lifting one of your legs around his waist to drive into you even deeper.

You felt your brain cloud over, unable to think about anything other than him, drunker on his cock than you’d been from any night of drinking you’d partaken to in the past.

“Don’t go dumb on me now, darling. What did I ask ya?” he repeats, slowing his hips to sensual rolls, so it only stroked that cord in your stomach but kept it from building any further.

“God yes,” you moan, matching his slow but absolutely delicious pace.

Daryl is a groaning mess in your ears as your bodies dance a synchronized rhythm together, moulding into each other like pieces of a puzzle.

His hand snakes between you two, finding your clit easily and he begins to stroke you gently, allowing the fire in your abdomen to build rapidly.

“Oh Dar,” you moan and Daryl only picks up the pace, chasing after his own high to experience with you. Your clutching to him for dear life as he pounds into you quickly, grunting and groaning quiet praises about how good you feel.

You can tell he’s close when his hips start to stutter and shake, losing his rhythm slightly and you finally feel the cord break.

Your body floods with ecstasy, cunt pulsing around him causing his high to come crashing over him with you. Waves of pleasure wash over you as you both come down, his hips slowing to a stop.

He rests his forehead down to yours while the both of you struggle to catch your breath. You feel Daryl start to chuckle against you and your eyes lazily drift open, “What?” you mumble, running your fingers slowly down his back.

“Never was a big fan of surprises before, but ya can bet your ass I am now.”

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guess-my-next-obsession · 1 year

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Hi Kat! I’m in loooove with Elementary. Do you think perhaps you could write about Sarah/ reader bonding where reader helps her with periods, or something like that, where Joel maybe feels a little out of depth (he’d try his best, i think)? I’m sorry if i’m overstepping!! It’s just a thought I had, feel free to disregard, obviously. Love all of your work!

Out of My Depth

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x sarah’s teacher!reader

rating: M (talks of periods, joel being a clueless man who means well, fluff city basically)

wc: 1.8k

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“Hey, is everything okay?” You met Joel at the front door of his home, a frantic look of concern on your face as you searched his. He’d called you up just a little bit ago and asked you to come over because there was an emergency with Sarah, and without asking any questions, you got in your car and drove over. “Where’s Sarah? Is she—“

“Calm down, baby,” he breathed out a chuckle. “Sarah’s alright, she just…well, she…started her you know what for the first time, and I—“ Joel was interrupted by the sound of your laughter, his eyes fixed on you as you doubled over, cackling at the fact that at his ripe age of 34 years old, he couldn’t utter the word “period”. “Alright, ha-ha. Go on and laugh at me, but I didn’t know what to do! I’m out of my depth here.”

“Oh, baby,” you cooed, a grin still on your face as you cupped his cheek. “Where is she?”

“Upstairs in the shower. Didn’t know what else to do so I told her to go have a hot shower,” he chuckled, sheepish about his lack of knowledge on this front.

“Do you have any pads? Tampons? Anything?” you asked. Joel shook his head and sighed.

“I thought we had a few more years until we had to worry about all this,” he admitted, scratching his neck. “Gimme a list of what I need to go pick up and I’ll run down to the drugstore.”

“Okay,” you smiled, endeared by his determination.

Joel walked you inside the house and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from his desk before joining you at the dining table. You had to giggle at his eagerness, his eyes wide as he looked to you for guidance. Pushing his hair back, you gave him a kiss on the forehead before beginning to list off the basics: pads for the daytime, maxi-pads for the evening, a box of regular tampons in case she wanted to try that out, some midol, a heating pad, and most importantly, chocolate.

“Jesus,” he whistled at the list, shaking his head. “Like preppin’ for a damn surgery.”

“Yeah, it’s not a fun time,” you chuckled. “Alright, you go out and I’ll wait for Sarah to get out of the shower. Think we gotta go over a few things that I’m sure neither of you want to go over together.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss you deeply. “Seriously. You didn’t have to do this.”

“I love you and I love her,” you assured. “It’s no problem at all. I know I’ll never replace her mom and I would never want to. But if I can offer my help and love, I want to, as long as both of you will have me.”

“I’m not plannin’ on shooin’ you off anytime soon,” he smirked, pulling you close for another kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now go on, you’ve got a hefty shopping list to get through.”

With Joel out of the house, you waited patiently for Sarah to make her way out of the shower by sitting across the hall in Joel’s bedroom. You managed to find a spare pad in your car’s glovebox, and held the plastic-wrapped square in your hand, ready to hand it over as soon as she emerged.

“Dad?” she called from her bedroom and you quickly stood up and walked into the hall.

“Hey, your dad went out to buy some stuff for you,” you called into her room. The door was cracked open but you didn’t want to intrude. “I have a pad here for you, though.”

“Thanks,” she gave you a meek smile as she opened the door. “How do I…use it?”

“It’s pretty uncomplicated. Just take it out of the wrapper and put the sticky side down on your underwear. You’ll get the hang of it the longer you use ‘em.” You handed the pad over and Sarah accepted it, flipping it around in her hand. “I’ll be downstairs. Have you eaten?”

“No, dad was gonna cook but then—“ she looked embarrassed. “Then it happened.”

“No worries,” you assured. “I’ll call in a pizza. How do you want it?”

“Pepperoni with extra cheese,” she was quick to answer, making you chuckle. “Oh, and dad likes his with jalapeños.”

“Good to know,” you made a mental note of Joel’s pizza order. “I’ll do half with jalapeños.”

“Thanks,” she spoke sincerely. “For all of this.”

“Trust me, I get how scary this is,” you gestured to the pad. “And I know it’s not the easiest thing to talk about with your dad, so, if you have any questions, I’m happy to answer them.”

“Oh, I only have about a thousand, starting with, ‘Is it always so bloody?’” You laughed and scrunched your face up in empathetic disgust.

“Unfortunately, yeah. But you’ll get better about handling it as you go,” you eased her worry. “How about you and I go through some more of these questions downstairs while we wait for your dad?”

“I’d appreciate that,” she smiled.

Downstairs, you called up the pizza place that Joel had a magnet menu from stuck into his fridge, throwing in one of their cookie-pie desserts knowing that Sarah would appreciate it. Sarah joined you on the sofa a few minutes later, dressed in her pajamas and a throw blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

“So, how long does this last?” she asked over the quiet hum of a Fresh Prince of Bel Air rerun.

“About a week. Some girls are blessed and only have to deal with a couple days of this, but it lasts about seven days for me,” you replied. “It also changes the longer you have it. Your period is gonna be really unpredictable for the first few months because your body is still adjusting to all these new hormones and stuff. Make sure you always keep a pad or two on you these next few months because it might strike whenever.”

“God,” she groaned. “I wish I was a boy.”

“That would be easier,” you agreed.

“You should’ve seen my dad’s face when I stood up and there was blood on my jeans,” she chuckled, her simples reminding you of her father. “I think he almost had a heart attack.”

“Poor guy,” you laughed. “When he called me up, he was so scared. I think he thought he had way more time to come to grips with the fact that you’re getting older.”

“If getting older means all this, I’m not sure I want to,” she groaned.

“Amen, sister.”

Joel’s key turning the lock of the front door caught both of your attention, your heads turning in his direction as he stepped inside the house. He eyed both of you hesitantly before cracking a sheepish smile.

“Hey,” he greeted. “Everything…okay?”

“Yeah, just giving her the run down,” you replied with a smile. Joel nodded and looked to Sarah as he made his way over to the sofa, sitting down in the space between the two of you.

“Alright,” he started, opening one of the plastic shopping bags he’d carried inside. “Got everything on the list except for a heating pad. We’ll have to get that in the mornin’.”

“Cool,” she gave her dad a smile and lowered her eyes to the shopping bag.

“Alright, so,” he looked to you for help as he started to go through what he bought. “Got some different pads, I don’t know—“

“These are good for daytime,” you aided his explaining, pointing at the package of smaller pads he held up. “Less bulky so you’ll feel better about walking around in them.”

“Okay,” she nodded and accepted the pack into her lap. Joel lifted another pack labeled as ‘overnight’.

“These are better for sleeping. They’re longer and hold more blood.” Both of them shuddered at the word as it left your lips, making you chuckle. “Everybody bleeds,” you reminded. “Women just bleed more often.”

“You’re right,” Joel gathered his composure and tried to be an adult about the situation, though you could clearly see his head spinning over the fact that his baby girl was growing up. “I also got you some…tampons,” he forced the word out of his mouth like it tasted bitterly. “In case—“

“I think I’m good,” she chuckled.

“Respect,” you nodded, offering her an amused smile.

“This is some medicine for your cramps and stuff,” Joel handed her the box of Midol and you noticed his hand was shaking. “Also got you this,” he handed her a bag of assorted chocolate candies, Sarah’s eyes lighting up at the sight.

“I get chocolate?” she beamed, earning a laugh from both of you.

“Yep,” he nodded, eyes flickering to yours. “Oh, there’s one more thing, but it’s in the truck. Gimme a minute.”

Joel got up and walked back outside while Sarah got up to put her new things away upstairs, leaving you alone on the sofa.

When he returned, he carried a toddler-sized teddy bear in one hand and two bouquets of brightly colored carnations in the other.

“Where’s baby girl?” he asked, looking boyish with his smile.

“Upstairs,” you smirked before tipping your head towards the flowers. “Nice touch.”

“Glad you thought so,” he approached you on the couch and plopped down beside you, setting the bear and one of the bouquets in Sarah’s seat before handing you the other. “These are for you.”

“Baby,” you cooed, a touched frown on your face as you accepted the flowers, lifting them to your nose. “What’s this for?”

“For being here,” he replied, soft and sweet. “But mostly just because I love you.”

“Don’t make me cry,” you ordered, playfully stern. Leaning over, you pressed your lips to his in a quick but deep kiss. “I love you.”

“Are those for me?” Sarah beamed as she walked into the room, pointing at the bear and flowers. Joel nodded and patted the seat beside him, welcoming his daughter into his side. “Thanks, dad.”

“No problem, baby girl,” he leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead, his arm draping over her shoulder to pull her into his side. “How ‘bout a movie?”

“Sounds good,” Sarah replied. “Oh, when does the pizza get here?”

“Pizza?” Joel turned to you with eager interest.

“With jálepeños and extra cheese,” you noted, delighting in the way his smile turned into a grin.

Joel shook his head at you as though he was amazed by you and reached over to lace his fingers with yours, mouthing a sinful promise for the evening to come. But for now, the three of you sat there on the couch, curled up, bellies full of pizza and sweets, all content with the family you’d become seemingly overnight.

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vcnillazelda · 1 year

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alarm

bradley bradshaw x reader

summary: you call bradley on a fateful night.

tags: established relationship, house burglars, protective! bradley, bradley’s such a good bf, he’s bf material, mild angst, happy ending

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you turn off the tv; bored of the news of two burglars terrorising the area. the chances of it happening to your street was one in a million. stretching, you make sure the front door is still unlocked so bradley wasn’t locked out for the night; he was out drinking with his friends. you know jake, bob and natasha were there, yet you weren’t too sure if mav and some others went too. it wouldn’t be surprising if bradley invited them, he liked socialising with his squadron outside of work.

walking through to the bedroom, you turn on your bedside lamp, settling down as your new puppy, arno, settles back down on his bed. he was a pup you and bradley adopted from the local shelter, hes a dachshund pup, and had a tiny wheelchair for his back legs. the second you saw him you begged bradley to get him. bradley agreed as long as he got to name him, which you agreed to; so he chose arno for its meaning, eagle. you should of known he would of chosen something to do with flight.

arno let’s out a soft snort, sleepy eyes staring at you as you smile. “c’mere, arnie.” you pat the side of the bed, watching the puppy get up, waddling over as his little wheelchair squeaks a little. you giggle, scratching behind the tiny dog’s ears. a noise interrupts, and you look over to the door. the front door closes and heavy footsteps wander through the house. you smile, assuming rooster was home and would come join you, then a second pair of footsteps grows closer as an unfamiliar voice mutters a few words. you panic, grabbing arno and your phone, hiding away in the closet. you curse yourself as you realise the lamp is still on and you probably couldn’t risk going back out in case the stranger came in. your hands tremble as you cradle arno close, who licks at your fingers and neck in an almost comforting way. with your other shaking hand, you call bradley, making sure your phones on silent.

bradley laughs, putting his nearly empty glass down. he hadn’t drank much, so he was definitely coherent as he listens to natasha’s story. his phone rings in his pocket, and he excuses himself from the table when he realises it’s you. his teammates smile at him understandingly, and he ignores jake’s little taunt stating “he’s in trouble” to the others. “baby? what’s wrong, it’s late.” bradley asks, making his way to the door so he could hear you better. he hears a soft hiccup and his worry increases. “baby? i can’t hear you, are you okay?” he asks again, and this time he presses a hand to his other ear as he walks outside. “bradley, are you home??” you ask, voice trembling. “no, baby i’m still at the bar. what’s wrong?” bradley glances back to his friends who are all chatting. “there’s people in the house, bradley i’m scared..!” you whisper yell, breaths hitching. “what?! are you hiding? are you safe? do they know you’re there?” he asks desperately, running back inside to grab his jacket. the group all glance up curiously. “just stay there, baby i’m coming okay?” he tells you, trying to reassure you as he hears you weep a little. “what’s wrong?” natasha asks, and bradley briefly pulls away. “emergency.” he states simply, not bothering to say goodbye properly as he runs from the bar.

bradley runs five blocks to get there, not bothering to hang up so you could probably hear him running, he’s out of breath and his chest burns. sure enough, the front doors open a crack and his stomach feels like lead. he hangs up, entering the home with confidence. he spots a silhouette in the hallway, shouting out to them. the intruder peers around the door, eyes wide with surprise. “get outta here!” bradley snaps, storming forward. the burglar dodges, running straight out the house with whatever he had grabbed. the second your scream meets his ears, bradley runs to the bedroom, bursting through the door. the second burglar is pulling you from the closet, and in the struggle you drop your phone. bradley catches a glance of an ongoing call with 911, and relaxes. he focuses on the stranger, grabbing him by the shoulders and yanking him away from you, shoving him to the floor. bradley, blinded with rage of the idea of the person hurting you, he lands punch after punch on the guy; who wails and tries to scramble away. the sound of you crying makes him stop, not to mention the guy had gone limp and he didn’t want to kill him.

“baby, c’mere, it’s okay.” he whispers, carefully wrapping his arms around you as you cradle arno close. “i’m here, baby girl.” bradley tells you, as you wrap an arm around him, still holding your puppy. pulling away suddenly, you grab your phone, standing carefully on shaky knees with bradley’s help. “i’m here..” you tell the operator, following your boyfriend out of the house. “everything’s fine. my boyfriend is here; i’m okay.” you state, sitting on the wall outside of your home; shivering a little in the cold air. bradley drapes his jacket over your shoulders, rubbing your arms as arno wiggles to get out of your grasp. you carefully put arno down on the wall, keeping a hand on his side so he didn’t wander nor fall. “they want to talk to you brad.” you mutter, offering your phone.

bradley nods, taking the phone. “hello?” he greets, and the operator immediately responds. “hello, sir. are you bradley?” she asks, and he nods a bit stupidly considering she couldn’t see him. “yeah, i’m bradley.” he replies, and he hears some typing. “can you confirm what happened tonight?” the operator asks, and he subconsciously wraps his arm around you when you rub at your watery eyes, rubbing your arm to soothe you. “yeah, of course. i was at the bar with some of my colleagues when i got a call about 10 to maybe 15 minutes ago from my girlfriend saying there were people inside our house, i came home and scared one off; the other is knocked out in our bedroom.” he explains, watching arno sniff around the edge of the wall. “how did you get home?” she asks, and he nods again. “i ran. it’s about five blocks from the bar. i didn’t drink much so it wasn’t too bad.” bradley recounts how many drinks he had, he only had a whiskey and coke and two shots.

you sniffle a little, leaning into bradley as he continues to answer the operator’s question. your body absorbs his warmth, yet you still shiver under his jacket. his arm tightens around your shoulders, squeezing you closer. sirens signal the police’s arrival, and he’s able to hang up now that the operator’s job was done. “c’mere, pumpkin i’ve got you. are you hurt?” bradley asks, cradling your tear-stained face. “no..” you mumble, cuddling into his chest. “i’m so glad you’re here.” you sniffle. bradley nods. “i’ll always be here for you, baby girl. always.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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wingedhallows · 3 months

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I'll be fine; sirius black

pairing: marauders (sirius idk ) x reader | 1.6k words plot: betrayel has consequences, in most cases, revenge prompt: "I'll be fine" authors note: this is the happier version of ( i won't make it, love ) requested by the lovely @arwensloanebarnes , i hope you somewhat like it :)

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The alleway was dimly lit, the ground wet from prior rainfall. Your hands were shoved into the pockets of your jacket, your right hand rested on your wand. Atreus held the map out for you, finger resting on top of an apartment complex around the corner.

“They might hide right here.” He mumbled, you nodded and looked ahead.

Atreus was one weird individual but he was nice, he didn’t ask too many questions and he made efforts to hold a conversation. Sirius was against the mission, he had begged Albus to swap Atreus with him, wanting to stay by your side. You had assured him to check in once in a while, the paper bird rested in your pocket, ready to be sent.

“We’ll go soon, Firewhiskey’s on me tonight-” Atreus didn’t have a chance to finish what he had said as he suddenly dropped to the ground, eyes wide, dead.

With a gasp you whipped around, wand tightly grasped in your hand. “Atreus!” You whispered. Before you stood a Death Eater, his face masked and..and.. you had to squint. To convince yourself that your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you, but in front of you stood one of your friends, a member of the order,

Peter Pettigrew.

“Peter?” A sick cold feeling spread in your chest, betrayal cursing through your veins as you realized. He had been the rat, the spy who cost so many of your friends lifes.

All those years you spent being friends, laughing together, drinking your sorrows away together, all those years of friendship were a hoax, a lie. “What the fuck?” You whispered as you unbeknownst to you, lowered your wand.

“Peter, w-what-”You have to understand, Y/N, there was no other way.” Tears formed in your eyes.

You’d die here in this alleway, you won’t ever see Sirius again. Would Harry remember you? Probably not, he’s just a baby. You raised your wand and sent a wordless spell towards Peter, sending him off his feet. His little friend jumped to the front and whipped his wand in the air.

“Confringo!” He yelled and you deflected the spell with a hast movement of your arm. “Crucio!” Peter yelled after he had gotten to his feet again, catching you off guard. Your body slammed to the ground, your elbow shattered with the sudden contact.

The pain cursed through your body like a wildfire, from the top of your head all the way to your toes. A horrific scream left your lips as you desperately tried to shake the effects of the curse.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You were always a great friend.” Peter spoke before he grasped your head between his hands and slammed it down with as much strength as he could muster. Your eyesight wavered, the impact of your skull on the cement had surely cracked something.

A groan left you as you tried to stay awake. “Sectumsempra.” He breathed as you could feel the effect of the spell, something hot and wet bloomed in your chest. You had to get away, get to Sirius, to James and Remus to Lily and Harry. You had to live, to not die here by the hands of this traitorous rat.

With the last bit of strength left in your broken body, you grasped your wand and apparated away, away to a place Peter wouldn’t find.

You crashed onto the patio of the Potter house, the door you had hit upon impact sounded with a loud thud. You could feel the blood creeping up your throat, you choked on the liquid. You had to squint as your blood splattered everywhere.

The door swung open and all you could really hear outside of your desperate choking and heaving were a mass of voices and bodies. “Oh my god-Remus, get out the way-Lily, get a towel-No, what happened?”

Sirius and James dragged you inside, your hand swung around, desperate to get someone’s attention. Lily fell to her knees beside you, hand on your face as she tried to get some words out. Sirius had his hand on your upper body, face in a crying mess.

“What was it?” Lily tried. You choked some more blood out before you mustered a whisper. “Sectum-sectumsempra.” “There’s so much blood!” James spoke, not caring for the carpet Sirius and you had gifted them when they first moved in.

“Love, look at me-this-this…w-what happened?” He stammered, hands on your face, trying to wipe the blood from your beautiful face.

“I’ll be fine.” You whispered, Lily would know what to do. She had nodded her head as she now stood above you, wand stretched in your direction.

“Vulnera Sanetur.” She whispered in a sing song voice and suddenly all the blood that had leaked from your beaten body seemed to wander right back to where it belonged.

The blood which had crawled up your throat simmered down again, oxygen filled your lungs and for the first time in what felt like forever you went limb, the adrenaline of almost dying wearing off.

“Fuck.” You whispered. “Love.” Sirius spoke, his hands around you in a second.

“What the fuck happened?” James said after a moment of silence. “Water.” Remus was quick to leave the room and fetch you a glass. You lifted yourself off the floor, Sirius’ hand tucked under you to keep you from falling. You sat yourself down onto the couch, a sigh left your lips, you were sore.

You pushed your hand into Sirius’ pants and took out the pack of cigarettes which you just knew was always there. He didn’t protest and lit the stick for you. You had to close your eyes for a moment to enjoy the burning sensation in your lungs.

“I’ll tell you what the fuck happened.” You opened your eyes and took another drag of your cigarette. “Thank you, Moony.” Remus placed his hand on your shoulder and gave you a small smile. You chugged the contents of the glass down in one go and took another drag.

“Peter fucking Pettigrew happened.” Your friends were confused, you could see it. Their faces contorted into confusion. “That’s what i looked like as well, friends.” You took another drag from your cigarette.

“Peter is a Death Eater and he killed Atreus, tried to murder me as well.” Sirius jumped to his feet, face bewildered. “Are you sure?” He spoke, your eyebrows furrowed. “Yes, love, I’m fucking sure.” You pushed your right foot over the other and rubbed your eyebrow with your thumb in irritation.

“Peter’s the rat who has been spying on the order, that’s why so many of our missions failed, why so many of us had to die.” Lily placed a hand on your leg before she spoke.

“We have to talk to Dumbledore, this is serious.” Sirius sat himself down again, taking a drag from your cigarette before he snaked an arm around your shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to yell at you.” You nodded and placed a kiss on his cheek. “I know, it’s hard to believe that one of us is a traitor.”

The tension in the room could be cut by a knife, you had agreed to stay in the back, to not reveal yourself yet. “He’ll be here any minute.” You could hear Lily say, Sirius was pacing, you stood hidden behind a cabinet. Albus sat himself down.

“Calm yourselves.” He had said and the others sat down as well. Suddenly the front door opened and a disheveled Peter made his way into the kitchen, his face in a small smile.

“Hello there, friends.” He said awkwardly. You had to fight with every fiber in your body to not jump from your hiding spot and slash his throat right then and there. “What’s the matter?” He spoke before he took his coat off, a small innocent smile still decorated his face.

“Y/N didn’t return from her mission.” James said, dropping the bait. Just for a second you could catch the flash of guilt in his features before he furrowed his brows and pretended to care.

“Really? Oh my god, what if something happened?” You couldn’t take it, you weren’t as good at pretending as Peter was, without another thought you apparated right behind Peter, the gust of wind startled him. His eyes were wide as you moved to whisper into his ear.

“Liar.”

He stirred around with a gasp. You looked down on him with a sour snarl.

“Surprised, Peter?” He fell on his bottom and scrambled away from you.

“Surprised you couldn’t manage to actually kill me?” He scrambled to his feet and shook his head.

“But, but-”But, but, you tried to kill me, Peter!” You yelled before you took a step towards him. Your wand rested on his chin, his eyes squinted.

“You Death Eater rat.”

Albus rose from his seat and spoke. “We indeed have a rat in our circles.” He paused to push your wand from his throat. Sirius was by your side, his face contorted in anger.

“Show us your forearm, Peter.” Peter tried to protest before James and Remus moved to hold him still, Lily pushed up his sleeve and with close to no surprise it was decorated with the dark mark.

“Why, Peter?” Sirius spoke, face in a painful expression.

“So many of us had to die pointless deaths, for what? Your friends had to die, to endure torture and for what?” He yelled, you held his arm to not have him attack the rat. Peter shook his head and his lips contorted in a pained snarl.

“You’re all fools, the Dark Lord's ways are the only ways.”

Albus didn’t falter for long before he had Peter taken away to Azkaban, to not harm any more of the members, his friends.

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eggluverz · 10 months

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Operation: Dog Food

PAIRING. dan heng x reader

WORD COUNT. 1.0k

SUMMARY. modern au. neighbor au. dan heng sees his new neighbor sneaking around his front porch. he hopes it’s for a good reason.

NOTE. my coworker told me how she’s been taking care of a stray dog for the past 4 years and it was so wholesome… then this idea came !! dan heng is my current obsession and modern au’s r my passion <3 pls enjoy :3

Through the small crack between his slightly opened blinds, Dan Heng noticed some unusual movement near his front porch. Not unusual as in suspicious or worrisome. It simply wasn’t something he was used to seeing.

The apartment next door had been vacant for almost a month now and he had gotten accustomed to the welcomed silence he had experienced while living at home in that time. But just a few days ago, someone had moved in and interrupted the solitude Dan Heng was living in. As much solitude as one could experience in an apartment complex that is.

Despite what may seem like his complaining, he actually didn’t mind too much. You weren’t a loud or obnoxious neighbor. You didn’t have your television or music blasting loud enough for the entire building to hear like the previous tenant. Thuds and bangs of crashing into walls or dropping items were occasionally heard, but he attributed that more to the almost flimsy build of the apartment rather than you attempting to be loud.

This, however, was the first time he had seen you so close to his own unit. He wondered what called for this invasion of privacy as he pushed open his curtains to see what you were up to. It seemed rather odd to peer at you through the slivers of his blinds so he figured peering at you through a wide open window must be less strange.

Dan Heng paused, concerned at his thoughts. But you were the one on his porch in the first place— So perhaps he wasn’t the strange one here anyway.

He sighed, rubbing his temples. You’re coping, as Caelus would say.

Shaking his head, he decided to focus on the task at hand: To see what you were up to. As Den Heng looked out the window again, he saw you crouching close to the ground, hand out as if holding an offering. What exactly you were offering something to, he did not know.

He had two options running through his mind. The first was to go back to shut the blinds and go back to reading, leaving you to sort out whatever you were doing in peace. The second option, the one he ended up going with, was to open the door and ask what was going on.

“Is everything okay out here?” he asked, voice gentle as to not startle you.

Still, you flinched in surprise. “Oh! Yes, but— Don’t make sudden movements or noises right now please I’m trying to help this little baby…”

Dan Heng was only confused for a short while before he laid eyes on the creature you were extending a hand out to. There was small, fluffy dog with disheveled fur and a wide-eyed look on its face standing right beside his porch.

“A stray?” he concluded.

You nodded. “I saw him when I first moved in but I figured he had an owner and was just wandering around the neighborhood. But I kept seeing him wander around and he just looks messier and hungrier each day… Realized he probably has no owner after all.”

He hummed. That did seem like a reasonable conclusion to reach.

“So I’m trying to feed him and take him to the vet and maybe take him home with me if he wants,” you explained, taking a small step towards the dog in front of you. At the forward movement, the dog whimpered and dashed away. You let out a groan, frustrated at the failed attempt.

“Not working out for you?”

You shook your head, finally turning to face him once you accepted that the dog was gone for today.

Dan Heng considered the situation. The dog looked quite frightened at the prospect of human contact. He wouldn’t be surprised if it had some past trauma and didn’t trust the help of another human. In this case, starting with a more hands off approach would probably be for the best.

“Have you tried putting a food and water bowl out yet?”

“No…” you replied, hanging your head in shame. “Should I? I haven’t even bought proper dog food, I just asked someone at work to bring a dog treat for me. I thought he would follow it to my car and I could take him to the vet.”

The corner of his lips raised in amusement. “And that’s okay. You did the best you could do with your current knowledge of the situation. But the dog does seem a bit too frightened by humans to accept your help without feeling safe in this space first.”

“You’re right,” you said with a nod. “I just hope it’s not too late and that I didn’t scare him away forever…”

“You didn’t,” he said with confidence. “I hear dogs are a good judge of character and I’m sure deep down he can sense you have a great one. You should feel proud for trying to help him in the first place.”

You slowly lifted your head back up, a pouty yet hopeful look on your face. “I do want to help him and not scare him away,” you said with conviction. “Then, I suppose need to get dog bowls and food right now! Wait here, okay?”

Dan Heng stood there as a few minutes ticked by, unsure why he listened.

He watched as you ran into your apartment and ran out with a phone and keys in hand.

“The pet store nearby doesn’t close for another 30 minutes! If we go now we can make it in time,” you said breathlessly, eyes lighting up with determination.

We?, he mused.

Dan Heng wasn’t sure how he got himself roped into this dog-saving mission but he had no urge to back out of it now. He wanted to help the stray. And you.

You ran a few steps ahead before realizing he hadn’t moved yet. You looked back at him with a hesitate smile. “Coming?”

Without missing a beat, he followed after you this time. “I’m right behind you,” Dan Heng promised. “Let’s go rescue that dog.”

#dan heng x reader #hsr x reader #modern au #honkai star rail x reader #dan heng #honkai star rail #hsr fanfic #hsr imagines

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peetaslefttoe · 1 year

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peeta mellark x fem reader please, maybe reader and him meet in hs art class? friends to lovers fluff!

warnings: kissing, shameless fluff 🤭🫶

summary: request above

authors note: i hope this is what you wanted my love xx p.s look at baby peeta

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“Let's have a big hand for our very first volunteer, Katniss Everdeen!”

“And now…for the boys.” The woman reaches her hand back into the glass bowl, rummaging through the slips of paper. She grabs one, pulls it out and reads it aloud.

“Peeta Mellark!” your stomach dropped. You turned to see Peeta doe eyes wide in shock. The boys parted slowly, letting him walk to the stage.

“Here we are. Our Tributes from District 12. Well, come on you two. Shake hands.” He and Katniss reach awkwardly across the stage grasping each others hands. You felt faint, as if you were in a dream. This couldn’t be happening. The woman’s sickening voice breaks through your thoughts.

“Happy Hunger Games. And be the odds be ever in your favor.”

You stood anxiously waiting outside the large doors that separated you and Peeta. You’d known Peeta for years. He was your best friend, and the only other person who’d enjoyed District 12’s mediocre art class. A peacekeeper clutched your arm, pushing you forward and opening the door.

“Three minutes.” he said gruffly, his voice muffled. You ran into the room and captured Peeta in a deep hug.

“Oh Peeta!” you exclaimed, leaning back and grasping his face. You looked at him deeply, as if studying, trying to memorize his face before his departure. You fought back tears, trying not to worry Peeta more than he must be already.

“God, this a stupid time to admit this, but- but if I die in there, I need you to know-,” you interrupted him.

“You won’t die in there Peeta, you’re going to come home to me,” you whispered, your voice cracking.

“Y/N please, i have to tell you this,” he repeated, holding your shoulders gently. You nodded, allowing him to continue.

“I’m in love with you,” he blurted out. You looked up at him, eyes wide in shock.

“And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, I don’t want to mess up our friendship, it’s just I had to tell you in case- in case I-,” you cut off his nervous rambling with a deep kiss. He relaxed into your hold, pulling you closer. After a few moments you pulled back, gasping for breath.

“Oh Peeta, I love you too, I always have, ever since I first saw you in art class, painting those beautiful flowers,” his face broke into a sad smile.

“Y/N we don’t have much time left, I want you to know that no matter what happens in the arena, I will always love you and I will fight until the end to make it back to you,” he leans down, kissing you roughly.

“I’ll wait for you Peeta, you’re stronger than they are, I love you, I love you so much Peeta, so much,”

#imagines #peeta supremacy #the hunger games #the hunger games peeta #fanfiction writer #peeta mellark #peeta x reader #i love peeta #thg peeta #thg trilogy #thg x reader #thg fandom #the hunger games katniss #katniss #district 12 #fluff #romantic #romance #love

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abiiors · 1 year

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Small Comforts

Hello and welcome aboard the self-indulgence train

cw: blood, reader (and the writer) being a bit pathetic

The second your alarm rings in the morning you know something’s wrong.

The wetness between your legs feels sticky and uncomfortable, already running down your thighs. The wheels in your head begin to turn, doing mental calculations hoping against hope that this is not what you think it is. But then the first stab of pain hits and you know you’re doomed. You know once you peel back the duvet, what you will see will be carnage.

And oh god, Ross’s pristine white bedsheets…

You close your eyes tightly as a flush of shame and mortification creeps up your neck. This is the third time you’ve stayed over at his place, the third time you’ve woken up in his bed right next to him. It’s supposed to be romantic and butterfly-inducing, yet here you are, frantically searching for a plan of action.

He turns around, still half-asleep and puts his arm around you, about to pull you close. And you feel yourself flinch away abruptly.

‘Good morning?’ Ross cracks an eye open, still sleepy and clearly confused. On any other day, you would have swooned at how beautiful his morning voice is, deep and scratchy from disuse, how cute he looks with his eyes all soft and sleepy. But the panic in your chest compounds.

What if he’s really squeamish about blood? What if he’s easily disgusted by it? What if he’s mad about the bedsheets?

‘I’m sorry,’ you whisper, ‘it completely slipped my mind, I'm so sorry. I—’

‘Hold on,’ he interrupts, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide open, ‘baby, I have no idea what’s going on.’

Because of course, you gave him no context before launching into your apologies. So you scrunch your eyes tightly and wince as another cramp hits. This doesn’t help matters, not one bit but there’s no time to scramble as he goes the push the duvet off both of you.

‘No, no, no, wait—’ but it’s already too late.

Ross’s eyebrows fly up into his hairline in surprise and it’s almost comical until his face softens in realisation. ‘Oh, love…’ he sighs and smiles sweetly, ‘come on, let's get you cleaned up.’

So this is not the reaction you were expecting. You thought there would be mild disgust, maybe even some annoyance that he would try to quickly cover up, not…concern.

‘You’re not mad?’ you ask tentatively, still fully prepared for him to say something snide or even roll his eyes but all he does is tilt his head slightly.

‘Why would I be mad?’

‘Well,’ you point vaguely at the general area, still unable to directly look at the damage, ‘...this.’

He laughs a bit, then gathers his hair up in a bun. ‘It’s just some blood, baby. I do own a washing machine,’ he tries to joke.

‘I think I got some on your t-shirt too,’ you bite your lip to stop it from wobbling. Pain, embarrassment and hormones is clearly not a fun combination. Your eyes well up slightly, which adds to the humiliation because oh god why is your body betraying you like this today?

‘Hey, hey, hey,’ he moves quickly to pull you into his chest, ‘it’s okay, it’s alright.’ His voice is hushed and soothing, his words quick as he tries to calm you down.

‘Alright how about this,’ Ross speaks gently, ‘how about you get in the shower and I’ll clean this up, okay? And then we can do whatever you want.’

The fact that he’s being so fucking sweet about it chokes you up even more. You nod into his chest, gathering yourself up a bit. ‘Okay, yes.’

‘Check under the sink, okay? I bought some pads and tampons in case you ever needed them,’ he admits shyly, ‘looks like I was right.’

You hug him tighter as you feel your heart melt in your chest. How is this man real? He stays like that for a few moments, giving you as much time as you need, rubbing your back.

‘Come here,’ you mumble and pull his mouth to yours. He sighs happily into the kiss, caressing your cheek with his calloused thumb. The warmth radiating off of him soothes the pain in your stomach, still the cramps are now hitting you full force. You whimper slightly just as a particularly bad one hits and he draws back immediately.

‘Are you in pain?’

‘A little,’ you confess, ‘I think the shower would help.’

And the shower does help. The warm water and being surrounded by the smell of mint and lavender makes the pain dissipate a little. Still, you’re in dire need of a heating pad and some painkillers. By the time you walk back into his room, he’s changed the bedsheets and laid out a fresh, soft t-shirt for you. But Ross is nowhere to be seen. Even as you get changed and get back into bed once again.

You curl up on the bed, desperately willing the pain and nausea away. Ross is somewhere in the house, you can hear him moving but all you need at the moment is to cling to him like a koala and let him baby you. For now, you hug his pillow tightly and groan into it.

‘Oh, no,’ he coos in sympathy as soon as he opens the door and although just his presence is enough to calm you down, it’s the things in his hands that really bring a smile to your face.

He starts setting them down one by one; ginger tea because somehow he guessed you might be nauseous, a heating pad that looks simply perfect, a few books and DVDs and lastly, multiple bars of chocolate.

‘So you just have chocolate stashed around the house?’ you tease weakly and he raises an eyebrow.

‘Of course, I do, love. I’m not a heathen!’

His tone is so matter-of-fact that you can’t stop the sharp, surprised laugh that tumbles out of you. ‘I should start staying over more often then.’

He laughs and gets in bed next to you. ‘So this is what gets you to stay over more? Not me?’ he makes an exaggerated pouty face and begins placing small kisses on your face until you tug him towards you and give him a proper kiss. It’s a slow, sweet kiss. There’s no urgency to it, no sense of desperate need yet it’s intense in its own right. A kiss full of pure indulgence. His hand comes to rest on your stomach, fingers gently kneading and massaging. Even in the middle of an almost makeout, his first instinct is to provide comfort.

‘Come on,’ he says eventually, pulls away with much effort, ‘I don’t want the tea to get cold. And I brought us some books if you feel like reading together, or some movies if that’s what you would rather do.’ Then his hands move to his pockets and he produces a small silver rectangle, ‘and painkillers.’

‘You are so perfect!’ you sigh, on the verge of tears once again, because how did you get lucky enough to deserve this man?

Ross smiles bashfully, turns around to grab the cup of tea but you suspect it’s also to hide the small, adorable blush creeping up on his face.

‘Come on, now,’ he holds the mug in front of you, ‘flirt with me later. Right now, let’s focus on you.’

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starshinegarcia · 19 hours

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𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲

Aaron Hotchner x plus-sized FBI secretary reader

Or: Hotch meets JJ’s stunningly quirky younger sister.

CW: mentions of alcohol, tad bit sensuality

tags: @discotitsposts @cerisereids @missmitchieg

Diet Mountain Dew baby, New York City..

Once a year, when late May rolled around, when the sun peeks out from behind the seemingly permanent clouds, and the trees were in full bloom, the FBI held a company picnic. It was always huge- just because they’re FBI agents doesn’t know they don’t know how to grill a solid burger here and there. That being said, the BAU usually tried to make an appearance, but more than not they were out of town on a case. This year, however, it happened to roll around on a quiet day, a day when the office became stuffy with the early-summer heat and the agents became restless.

So Hotch knew as he came in, that his team would most likely beg him to accompany them to the picnic, adorned in sunglasses and tote bags filled to the brim with goodies. Garcia was the first to approach him, wearing a spotted sundress and a wide-brimmed beach hat, “Sir, the company picnic, do you want to come-” “No, thank you Garcia. I’m quite alright.” Discouraged, Derek takes her place, leaning on Hotch’s office door frame. “C’mon boss, it’ll be fun.” Hotch sighs defiantly, glancing to Rossi for help. “Are you going, Dave?” “You betcha. Made some caprese to share, if you’re nice. C’mon, Aaron. Loosen up.” The whole team was hanging on his every word, with even Spencer peeking into the corner of the bullpen to hear his consensus. Hotch thinks on it for a second, before nodding slowly and loosening his tie. “Alright, team. Let’s leave in 10.”

You weren’t even planning on going- I mean, come on, a company picnic? But, you figured there wasn’t a better chance to, one, get free food, and two, show off your new sundress as a newly single woman. Just a month prior, you had ended a pretty serious (yet toxic) relationship, and getting out there was “exactly what you needed” (according to your mom.) So, you slipped on the flowy, blue and green flowered sundress, admiring the way it fell on your curves and hugged your body. Smiling, you made some fresh guac and headed down to the park. A gentle breeze rustled your hair, and you shaded your eyes from the midday sun as you admired the freshly- bloomed cherry blossoms. Setting the bowl of guac down on a nearby table, you surveyed the crowd of people, your eyes landing on your sister, with her team nestled in a cluster of trees near the edge.

“JJ!” Grinning, you bounced over, and she turns around, smiling widely and bringing her arms out. “__! You made it, sunshine!” You hug her quickly and tightly, letting go and smoothing your dress down. “Of course I did. It’s not every day I get to spend time with my sister, an FBI AGENT, who got little old me a job here.” JJ smiles, a twinkle in her eyes. “I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Here, here, meet the team!” JJ offers, leading you by the elbow and introducing you one by one. Rossi shakes your hand firmly, Spencer gives you an awkwardly charming wave, and Emily brings you in for a quick hug (you’d met her before, being your sister’s girlfriend and, as of recently, fiance.) Garcia squeezes you tightly, and you get to talking with her for a while, as she chatters about the team, introduces you to Morgan (her boyfriend, of course), and you talk about where you both shop (most of the same thrift stores and boutiques).

Hotch, having been here mostly not of his own will, had found a shady corner and set his lawn chair up, cracking open a La-Croix and simply observing the rest of his team. He had always loved this time of year- the way the flowers start the bloom, and everyone seems just a bit happier when the sun is out. It was also Jack’s favorite time of year, because he could stay outside playing much later. His eyes drift over his team, meeting the gaze of JJ just as she turns around and greets- someone new. He watches as she hugs a shorter, blonde woman, wearing a long flowy dress and smiling like there was no tomorrow. Her hair fell in wavy locks down her back, and the sun was shining on her and accentuating her body in a way that made him lose his damn mind. Through some force, not his own, he finds himself standing up, gravitating towards her and JJ, eager to be introduced and feeling like a kid again.

You had just managed to escape Garcia, seeking a drink (preferably the alcoholic kind) when JJ grabbed your hand, “Sunshine, my boss wants to meet you.” You brace yourself for another old white guy, turning around and reaching your hand out. “Hi, I’m __, it’s nice to-” you trail off, stuttering as you lay your eyes on quite possibly the Greek god of male beauty. He smiles slightly, somehow sensing the effect he has on you and shaking your hand with a gentle yet firm grip. “Aaron Hotchner. I hear you recently got a job here.” “Just a secretary, y’know, nothing fancy like you.” “I’ll leave you to it.”

JJ giggles, with the same twinkle in her eyes as earlier as she joins Em at the drink table, leaving you sweating and stuttering in front of Aaron fucking Hotchner. “You know, I’ve heard a lot about you. JJ really likes talking about how proud she is of you.” You smile, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Actually, I’ve heard a lot about you, as well. Mostly how great of a dad you are.” He shakes his head, smiling. “She exaggerates. I’m simply doing the best I can with a great kid.” “Well, I admire you for it.” Hotch watches you, wondering if you’re chasing the same stomach butterflies as him. “So, Sunshine. Where’d that come from?” You flush slightly, leaning down for a second to grab a Whiteclaw from the cooler near your feet. “When we were growing up, JJ used to be a little.. Grumpy. But, being younger, I always had more energy, so our parents always called me sunshine and her rain. Even though we’ve both changed from that, I guess, it’s just a habit.” You down the WhiteClaw in seconds- damnit, you really were thirsty. “Well, it fits. Take it easy with those, yeah?” You scoff slightly at his protectiveness, grabbing a cup and dumping your new can in it. Hotch watches you with a careful eye as you wander off back to Garcia.

As the picnic progresses, Hotch keeps a careful eye on you. Okay, maybe you had a few too many drinks. Maybe Hotch memorizes the movement of your body, of your lips. All you know is at the end of the day, as the sun is setting, you look for him and find only a business card at the bottom of your empty cup, with a note on the back, “I could use a little sunshine in my life”.

Never was there ever a girl so pretty..

this probably sucks but I wanted plus sized secretary so here we go :)))

unapologetically jemily and penelope and morgan (porgan?? 😭😭 menelope???)

likes/reblogs/comments always appreciated!!

love,

e/a <3

#criminal minds #bau team #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #criminal minds hotch #cm fanfiction

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thebangtancloud · 2 years

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"What if I'm pregnant?" "You're a man, silly."

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Crack, Fluff

A/n: Requested by @persefoneniverse ageeesssss ago and I've finally gotten around to finishing it up and posting it lol.

Wc: no idea honestly, it's just a cute little drabble.

Summary: The one where Yoongi shows all the symptoms of pregnancy and thinks he has a baby in his tummy.

Another groan left the lips of your husband, eyes opening in the dark at the sound of his whines. Yoongi sat right up on the bed, bending over with a hand flat against his stomach.

“Bubby,” he whimpered, poking you with his other hand. “Get up.”

“I’m up,” you croaked, stretching your legs until you heard a crack. “Is it back again?”

“It hurts so bad,” he murmured, tenderly rubbing his hand over the sore skin of his belly. “I’m so frustrated.”

“Should I bring the bucket?”

Yoongi sighed. “No, I don’t feel nauseous.”

“That’s what you said last night before you puked, Yoongi.”

“You make it sound like I’m a burden.”

“You’re not,” you frowned, sitting up beside him. “I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. You threw up again just because of the sme-”

“Don’t remind me!” He snapped, eyes wide and holding his breath. “Don’t.”

“Okay,” you nodded, touching his arm gently. “Okay, relax. I’ll get you some lemon water. It helps with nausea.”

Just as you were about to turn to get off of the bed, a hand circled around your wrist.

“Where are you going?”

Blinking slowly, you looked at him in disbelief.

“I just told you. To get you some lemon water. Were you not listening to me?”

“I’m sorry,” he frowned, letting go of your wrist. “I was just trying to forget what happened yesterday.”

“It’s okay,” you ran a hand along his arm. “I’ll be right back. I’ll bring you a bucket too, just in case.”

“Come soon. What if someone kidnaps me while you’re gone?”

“You big baby,” your head fell back in laughter. “Why would anyone kidnap you?”

“Just come back soon. I want to lie down. I’m tired,” Yoongi grumbled with a sigh.

“I’ll be back before you know it.”

His words deflated into a weak puff of air, head tipping back and his body turning to the side before he collapsed onto the floor.

The shriek that left your lips echoed through the house, your footsteps quick and heavy against the flooring as you raced towards your husband.

"Yoongi!" You fell onto your knees beside him, patting his cheeks repeatedly. "Yoongi! Are you okay?"

His eyes rolled to the side, opening them and groaning at the weakness in his body. You cradled his head closer to your chest, gently running a hand through his hair.

"That was embarrassing," he mumbled, eyes fluttering shut again. He raised a hand to rest over yours, pulling it a little so that he could cling onto it.

"I told you to rest, didn't I?" You lightly scolded him, leaning down to rest your lips over his hairline. "You scared me."

"You were there to catch me, though."

"You're such a pain," you whined. "Why don't you just listen to me for once?"

"Get ready."

His head snuggled deeper into your stomach, tugging your palm closer to his chest.

"For what?"

"You're going to be a mom."

For a moment, you froze.

You thought back to the last time you got your period, which was barely a week ago. Frowning in confusion, you looked at Yoongi who had his eyes closed.

"What do you mean I'm going to be a mom?"

"Cuz I'm carrying."

"What?" you guffawed at his words, watching the tiniest of smiles grow on his face.

"Are you saying that you're pregnant?"

"What if I am?"

"You're a man, silly," you slapped his shoulder playfully when he opened his eyes to frown at you.

"Hey! I literally have all the symptoms!"

You helped him sit up, the two of you staying right there on the floor with his hand in yours.

"Yoongi, you're just sick. You're not pregnant. It's physically impossible for you to get pregnant."

"Don't be mean, you're hurting my baby's feelings." He dramatically placed a hand over his stomach to shield said baby away from you.

"Okay," you laughed, deciding to play along.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Hey baby?" you touched his stomach. "I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings?"

"Yes."

You almost choked at the high-pitched sound that came from Yoongi. Looking up at him in disbelief, your lips rolled into a straight line to bite back the grin that was tearing at your mouth.

"Um," you giggled. "Okay, I'm sorry baby. How you doin' in daddy's stomach?"

Yoongi flexed his abs and then deflated them, hoping to give you a response through that.

"Look, my baby is upset with you," Yoongi frowned. He was about to play along when this time he really felt a pain in his stomach, causing him to twist to the side and let out a groan.

"What's wrong?" you asked worriedly, placing a hand over his arm.

Yoongi shook his head, breathing out heavily before looking back at you.

"It just kicked, don't you know?"

"Yoongi," you deadpanned. "Jokes aside, you just fainted. I think we should go to the doctor."

"I'm fine, bub," he shook his head. "I've just not been able to eat well. That's all."

"I'm beginning to think it was the fish that day," you frowned in concern. "Maybe you have food poisoning."

"Shhhh," he shook his head when your hand raised to touch his temple.

"It's not food poisoning, it's probably because my baby doesn't like fish."

"Your baby doesn't like fish," You parroted back lamely with a snort.

"Mhm," he murmured tiredly, tugging at your arm until you were seated right next to him with your back against the couch behind you. He snuggled into the warmth of your embrace, a deep hum sounding from him when you touched the side of his face.

"My baby might not like fish, but he certainly loves the way you're holding me right now."

"He?"

"Or she," Yoongi shrugged. "But it's most probably a he because he's taken after me. He loves your cuddles, just the way I do."

The fond laugh that soon came from you pulled a whine from him.

"That's just you being a big baby because you don't want to visit the doctor."

"Don't hurt my baby's feelings, bubby."

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bloodmoon24 · 5 months

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New Fizzmodeus Scenario!

You know those murder mystery/comedy/dark humor shows where you see the detective flirting with their coworker and they tease each other and flirts? (If you know/seen Lucifer, then you know what I’m talking about). Like picture this:

Fizzarolli was squatting down and checking out a dead body and find out any clues

Fizzarolli: Hmm…*stands back up* It looks like as if the killer just grab whatever he could find and just knock the guy right off his feet. Judging from the pool of blood by his head, he was either got killed from a blunt object or a knife

Asmodeus: *with his arms crossed over his chest* What about a bullet?

Fizzarolli: Couldn’t be since there would be at least a bullet hole on the wall where he would be shot

Asmodeus: *smirks* Mm. Good observation, detective. Very good eye

Fizzarolli: *smug grin and rolled his eyes* So now the question remains is what would be a good murder weapon for our killer to use. What, in this room, would be a weapon?

Ozzie looked at the body and then looked around and walked over to the island counter

Asmodeus: Hmm…*noticed something* Oh, detective? Wasn’t the last time we were here, there was a table ornament here in the shape of a globe?

Fizzarolli looked at where Ozzie is at, and remembered that there was a table ornament there last time he and Ozzie was here

Fizzarolli: !!! Wow. You’re right *grins at Ozzie* Heh, now who’s got good observation?

Ozzie gave him a playful wink at him

Asmodeus: Now we know what the murder weapon was, we just need to find out where it is now. ‘Cause looking around here, I don’t think the killer just murdered the guy, drop the weapon and dipped. He would know that we’re onto him and find fingerprints on the murder weapon, so he stole the ornament to make us lose his trail

Fizzarolli: Wow. Either you’re trying to impress me, or you’re just trying to showoff. I can never tell from you

Asmodeus: *chuckled* Think of me as your own mystery, detective *leaned down to him* And I’ll have you know…I’m unsolvable, baby girl

Fizzarolli: *chuckles and cocks an eyebrow* Oh, we’ll see about that. I wouldn’t mind cracking your case wide open

Fizzarolli and Asmodeus gave each other a smug grin with Fizz having his hand on his hip

#helluva boss #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva boss fizzarolli #asmodeus helluva boss #fizzarolli helluva boss #fizzarozzie #fizzmodeus #fizz x ozzie #fizzarolli x asmodeus #asmodeus x fizzarolli #Fizzmodeus scenario #I’m proud of this #kind of inspired by Sherlock Holmes or Lucifer

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vintagepresley · 1 year

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You'll Be A Woman Soon

68' Comeback Special blurb

Ada is becoming a teenager and she gets her period for the very first time.

TW: mentions of blood, talks of mensuration.

It was the summer of 1983, and your three babies were growing up. Ada was thirteen and the twins had just turned eight. As they were getting older so were you and Elvis. He was forty-eight and always going on about how old he was getting and his usual ranting about being too old for you which made you laugh because you were thirty-five. You were still young but not young enough that he was too old for you. The older the children got the more chaotic the household was becoming because the three of them would always be fighting especially the twins. Once in a while Elvis would have to raise his voice to get them to stop if they didn’t listen to you first. As usual you were always the disciplinarian and Elvis the fun parent that was until they didn’t listen to you and Elvis would have to put his foot down and if he was angry; they just knew when to stop. Ada was starting to see the struggles and responsibilities of being the older sibling and also learning more about herself as she got older. She was still the little menace she had always been but now she was smarter when it came to getting what she wanted. She was also moodier as she began to go through puberty and you began to feel the stress of having a teenager. But at the end of the day she was always daddy’s little girl no matter what she did and whatever she wanted she got along with her little sister and brother. Despite some of the stresses you loved every moment of it.

It was going to be an early day for you and the twins because you had to take them to a dentist appointment and once you had gotten them dressed and fed the three of you headed out. Elvis sent one of the guys with you, he always wanted to make sure you were safe since a lot of the press or fans would always try to stop and talk or get pictures of the kids. He never worried about the fans especially in Memphis because they knew when he or his family were out to be respectful. But better safe than sorry he always sent one of the guys with you. While you were out Ada had decided to stay behind with Elvis because she wasn’t feeling good. She wasn’t sure what was wrong but she had some pains in her stomach that kept getting worse and she just felt off. Elvis would check on her and she’d be in the same curled up position and he tried to offer her some medicine but she refused just wanting to be left alone. He went back to his room but kept the door slightly cracked open in case she needed anything. After a while she had gotten up to go use the bathroom after feeling something wet in her underwear. As soon as she pulled her underwear down and sat on the toilet she noticed a large amount of blood in her underwear and her eyes grew wide and then she checked the toilet to see it there as well. Now she was panicking. Was she dying? Was there something wrong with her? She didn’t know what was going on or what to do.

“Daddy!!!” she screamed.

When Elvis heard her screams he quickly climbed out of bed and ran down the hallway, seeing she wasn’t in her room. “Daddy!!” she screamed again.

“Addy? What’s wrong?! What happened, baby!?” he said worriedly as he approached the bathroom door.

“I-I think I’m dying!” she cried.

Elvis raised an eyebrow at her words and now he was confused. “Uh, now why do you think that, honey? What’s going on?” he said calmly, trying to understand more.

“I don’t wanna say…” she mumbled as she wiped her tears, sniffling.

“Well, baby, I can’t help ya if I don't know what's going on..” he replied.

She sighed and covered her face with her hands as she felt so embarrassed to say anything but she didn’t know what else to do or if her dad could even help.

“There’s blood in my underwear and now I can’t stop bleeding! I’m dying!” she said as she started to cry again.

Elvis’ eyes widened now after it took him a moment to realize what was going on and when it finally registered with him he felt a bit uncomfortable. He wasn’t sure how to approach this situation and now he was wishing you were home because this was your department. He stayed silent, not sure of what to do or even how to feel because now his little girl was becoming a woman.

“Daddy? Are you still there?” she asked frantically.

“Y-Yeah, honey, I-I’m still here.” he replied.

“What do I do? What’s happening?” she asked worriedly.

“Well, uh.. Honey, you’re uh.. You’re becomin’ a woman.. You’ve got your period. Mama’s told you what that is right?” he said hesitantly.

She sniffled softly and wiped her eyes as she furrowed her brow. “Yeah, a little.. So, I’m not dying?” she asked.

He laughed softly as he stood closer to the door and he shook his head. “No, baby, you’re not dying.” he said

“Then what do I do!?” she asked frantically.

“That is a good question..” Elvis remarked, not sure where to go from here. “Uh, let me check your mother’s bathroom.” he said before he hurried back to his bedroom and went into your bathroom searching for the proper supplies. But he wasn’t sure what Ada should use. He was aware that you used tampons but you also had pads and he could only find the tampons, he just grabbed them in a panic as he heard Ada calling out to him again. “I’m coming, honey!” he yelled before he headed out the room and back down the hall to the bathroom. He was frantic now that he wasn’t even thinking before he barged into the bathroom.

“Daddy! Get out!!!!” she screamed and began to cry again.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Addy!” he said nervous as he shut his eyes and placed the tampons on the counter before blindly finding his way out and closing the door behind him. The two of them felt so embarrassed that Ada had wished that the floor would just swallow her up. Elvis felt even more embarrassed than her and awkward. “I-I know your mama uses those.” Elvis mumbled. Ada stayed silent after that embarrassing moment happened; she didn’t even want to speak to him. She grabbed the box of tampons and took one out and she stared at it unsure of how to use it or where it’s supposed to go.

“Daddy, how do I even use these?!” she said, anxiously.

“Uh, I-I don’t know.. I think you just put it i-inside.. Y’know.. Like uh.. y’know..” he responded, beginning to feel more uncomfortable than he already was and he could hear her start to cry again.

“What!?” she yelled. Elvis knew he was no help and that he would need a woman because he had no idea what he was doing.

“D-Don’t worry, I’ll find Mary and see if she can help!” he said frantically as he headed toward the steps calling out for Mary, but he received no answer and he called her again, but still no answer. One of the guys came walking to the steps when a few of them had heard all the commotion upstairs and now Elvis was screaming for Mary.

“What’s going on, EP?” Jerry asked.

“Uh, where the hell is Mary?” he replied.

“It’s her day off.” He answered.

“Goddamnit!” he shouted.

“Anything we can do?” Jerry asked, confused.

“Any of the wives here?? I need help. Ada.. She uh.. Well, she’s a woman now.” Elvis blurted out.

Jerry’s eyes widened and now he got uncomfortable and he shook his head. “N-No, but maybe we can get hold of one. I’ll check with the guys!” he said before he walked off. Elvis exhaled softly hoping they’d be able to get one of their wives here as he walked back to the bathroom.

“Addy, we may be able to get some help. I told uncle Jerry, he and the guys are gonna try to get one of their wives to come.” Elvis said proudly, thinking he was helping.

“You told uncle Jerry!?!? Why would you do that! This is so embarrassing! Just leave me alone!!!!” she screamed.

“B-B-But honey, I-” before he could finish his sentence she was screaming again.

“Go away, dad!! I’ll just wait for mama!” she yelled and started to cry even more. Elvis sighed softly, feeling so terrible because he wasn’t able to help his little girl and now he just made matters worse for her.

“Okay, baby, I’ll go. I’ll know let you know when your mother is home.” he said softly, he waited for a response but she said nothing and he could just hear her soft cries and he just sighed again before he walked off and headed downstairs. He was hoping that you’d be on your way soon.

After an hour had passed Ada was still in the bathroom and she had moved from the toilet into the bathtub as she bled and held her stomach in pain and still crying. Elvis had gone to check on her but she refused to speak to him. You had finally arrived back home with the twins who decided to stay outside to play on their golf carts. You headed inside and Elvis hopped up when he heard the door open and you were a sight for sore eyes as he greeted you at the door, kissing you softly. “Thank goodness your home, little.” he said with a hint of relief in his voice. You furrowed your brow at him wondering what was going on.

“What’s wrong??” you asked.

“I-It’s Ada. She.. She got her.. She’s a woman.” Elvis said in a few words, hoping you’d get the gist. You stared at him for a moment and then after a second you finally realized what he meant and you smiled.

“Oh! Oh my gosh. Where is she?” you asked.

“That’s the problem. She’s in the bathroom and refused to come out until you came home. I-I tried to help her, but I don’t know shit about this, baby.” he explained. You giggled softly at him because you could already see the chaos that was probably happening between the two of them. You gave his arm a gentle rub.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll tend to her. Can you go outside with Scarlet and Elvis jr.? They’re riding around in that golf cart and you know how the two of them get when it comes to taking turns driving it.” you said with a small laugh. He smiled and nodded, kissing your cheek before he headed outside and you headed upstairs to Ada. You walked down the hall to the bathroom and lightly knocked on the door.

“Ada? Honey?” you said softly.

“Mama?!” she said between her soft sniffles and she perked up a bit.

“Yes, sweet girl. I’m coming in, okay?” you said softly before opening the door and seeing her laying in the bathtub. You smiled and kneeled down toward her. “Daddy told me what was going on and Mama is here to help, but let’s get you cleaned up.” you said warmly, kissing her cheek and wiping her teary eyes. She nodded feeling so relieved and happy to see her mom, the one person she knew that would understand and would be able to tell her what to do. You got her undressed and told her to shower and as she showered, you cleaned up the bathroom, and saw the box of tampons and shook your head. You opted for pads for her to use instead because it would be easier for her. You left the bathroom as she continued to shower and grabbed the pads from your bathroom and some fresh clothes for Ada and brought it to the bathroom and when she finished showering. She dried off and started to get dressed.

“Feeling better?” you asked.

“A little.. But mama, I’m in so much pain and I don’t know how to use those tampons. Daddy tried to explain it but it just scared me and then he told uncle Jerry!” she said.

“Oh boy, okay. It’s alright, I’ll help you. Thank you for not listening to him. I’ll have you use pads instead for now. Those are easier.” you said with a smile. She nodded and you explained to her how to put the pads in her underwear and how often she should be put a fresh one on. Once you both finished up in the bathroom you both walked back to her room and you kissed her head. “Lay down and I’ll go make you a sandwich and bring a heating pad up to help with the cramps.” you smiled. She nodded and climbed into the bed and laid in the fetal position, holding her stomach. You headed downstairs just as Elvis and the twins were coming back inside. The twins went running into the living room where the guys were to bother them.

“How is she?” Elvis asked as he followed you into the kitchen and you began to make her a peanut butter and banana sandwich, her favorite just like her daddy.

“She’s okay, baby. I calmed her down and explained things to her and she’s fine now.” you said warmly.

“Is she mad at me?” Elvis asked hesitantly.

“She’s not mad at you, Elvis. She was just scared, that's all. You know she could never be mad at you. That’s what I’m here for.” you laughed and handed him the plate with her sandwich and a bottle of coke. “Take that up to her and see for yourself.” you said.

“A-Alright, I will.” he said with a soft sigh and he kissed your cheek before he headed up to her room. While you searched for the extra heating pad you had. As he got upstairs he knocked on the door and then walked in to see her laying in bed and she looked up at him and smiled a bit.

“Hi, daddy.” she mumbled.

“Hi, Addy. Are you feeling okay?” he asked as he sat her sandwich down on her bedside table. She sat up a bit and grabbed the plate and began to take small bites of her sandwich, nodding.

“Mama helped me. I’m okay. I’m sorry for yelling at you, daddy. I didn’t mean to.” she mumbled with her mouth full. Elvis smiled and shook his head as he sat beside her.

“It’s okay, it’s my fault by freaking you out more. Thank goodness your mother saved the day. But this was a teaching moment for me for when your sister goes through this.” he chuckled.

Ada furrowed her brow and shook her head. “Yeah, maybe leave that to mama and I to help Scarlet. We don’t need you scaring her too, daddy.” the two of them laughing together.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll let the two of you handle that.” he grinned.

Ada leaned over to hug him and kiss his cheek. “Thank you for trying to help, daddy. I love you.” she whispered. He hugged her back tight and kissed her cheek.

“I’m always here to help. Even if I don’t know what I’m doing. I love you too, baby.” he chuckled.

You finally found the heating pad and came back upstairs to see the two of them hugging and you smiled. When Elvis saw you he stood up and smiled at you and Ada. “Well, get some rest, honey and I’ll check on you later.” he said as he kissed your cheek on the way out and he headed downstairs to tend to the twins. You smiled and sat beside Ada as she took a couple more bites of her sandwich and then drank some of her coke before laying down. You plugged in the heating pad and once it got warmed up you placed it on her stomach.

“That should help with the pain. You’re lucky to have an electric heating pad. Your grandmother used to make mine homemade.” you giggled. Ada laughed softly as she felt some relief from the heating pad. “You just get some rest.” You reached over to brush your fingers through her hair before you got up to head back out. But Ada stopped you.

“Mama? Can you stay here with me?” she said softly.

You smiled at her words and nodded.

“Of course I can.” you hummed as you slipped your shoes off and climbed into her bed beside her and you pulled her into your arms and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek as you held her like you used to when she was younger. Now she felt even better because she had you.

“Y’know, I thought I was dying, mama..” she confessed.

“You aren’t dying, silly. You’re just becoming a woman and this just means that everything is working for you when you want to have babies of your own someday.” you whispered to her, smiling. She nodded and snuggled into you more as she held onto you.

“I love you, mama.” she whispered.

“I love you too, honey.” you smiled widely, kissing her cheek. She may have been growing up and soon become a woman, but she was always going to be a baby to you and Elvis.

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Skz during wash day

This is one of my maladaptive daydreams that gives me the sweet sweet Sarah Tone nun😩

Soooo I thought I would share with you all

Mostly fluff a bit of crack and since I’m me NSFW themes

Bang Chan 방찬

-I feel like earlier on in the relationship Chan is a little hesitant to take part in your wash day routine??? Idk I feel like since it’s something he might not be familiar with, his initial thought process is to stay out of your way.

-As he grows more comfortable in the relationship he spends a good portion of the day just peaking in and out of the bathroom, making a list in his notes app of the products you use in case you ever run low

-Definitely reads up on natural hair forums and comes to you with seemingly out of the blue questions.

“Baby girl?”

“Yeah?”

“In your opinion what is better for your hair. Shea moisture or coconut oil?”

“…huh?!”

-Wants to be near you but still doesn’t want to interfere so he perches himself on the edge of your bathtub and just admires you.

-is not prepared for the mid wash day frustration. He sees you getting antsy and with his natural born cheerleader tendencies he tries to cheer you on.

-it did not work💀

“Baby girl you’re doing so go-“

“Boy. Hush.”

-he has learned if he wants to stay in the bathroom during this process, there will be no speaking.

-music is a must on these days. He’ll either play low fi music or some tracks him and the guys have been working on. The peace and almost quiet is something he’s grown to love on these days.

-Just the two of you, enjoying each other’s presence. Sharing songs and instead of words, encouraging grins and little finger hearts.

-Yeah, Chan loves wash day

Lee Minho 리노

-this gremlin.

-This motherfucker

-You never know what version of him you’re gonna get on a regular day, let alone wash days

-Being alone was never an option. He values your space just as much as he values his own.

-Just not on wash day.

-he’s got sharp eyes and an even sharper nose. If he doesn’t see you trying to detangle your hair in the sink, he’s going to smell it.

-Imagine the cartoon characters following the smell of something yummy

-That is Minho the minute you open any of your products. And the worst thing about him is he comes in silently.

“Mm coconut?”

“Jesus Christ Minho!”

-He’s definitely like a stubborn cat who just wants to be around you without being helpful at all.

“Baby please I can’t detangle my hair and hold your hand”

“… it’s my hand”

-cue grumpy Lino

-if you thought that was the worst of it you were solely mistaken.

“Jagiyaaaa…Jagi…love of my life…my reason to liv-“

“WHAT??!!”

“…I’m bored” :(

-Would never admit it to the group but honestly a big kid

-You keep him occupied by asking him to oil some rubber bands for you and it falls pleasantly silent

-Turns out he just wanted to be helpful. You can’t help but reach over and give him a little kiss. His ears flush read and he hums happily pulling you in for a few more.

-…wash day is definitely going to take the ENTIRE day at this rate

-but you wouldn’t have it any other way

Changbin 창빈

-Im sorry to do my baby like this but a little slow-

-Definitely has the spirit tho!!

-Unlike the other two he definitely wants to be hands on during the process, and I mean the whole process. You got braids to take down? Show him how to do it and park your pretty ass between his legs. You got a puff to detangle? aht aht sit your ass down😐👇🏾

-It’s definitely a learning curve for the both of you, him not having enough experience with natural hair and you having done it all your life getting a bit frustrated with him. He’s too gentle with the wide tooth comb and your life flashed before your eyes when he tried to run the rat tooth comb through a knot…his did too when you death gripped his hand on pure instinct🤠

-But since we know loverboy always wants to be all up under you he does research on his own time and comes back still as eager but this time with some knowledge to back it up and if he read the hair love book for visual learning then that’s between us🥲

-if you’re more independent and honestly don’t want his help in this aspect of your life then he’ll accept it and watch from a far or even entertain himself in a different room while you work.

-If you do accept his help he’s going to do everything he can to prove that he’s

A)a fast learner

And

B)more intuitive than he comes off

-he loves having you near him and honestly taking down braids or detangling is therapeutic for the both of you. He’s a romantic at heart and head over ass soft for you so he’ll definitely try to make the experience as calming as it can be—he’s seen you take down/detangle yourself and his own arms hurt from watching—you’re his baby and he just sees this as another way of taking care of you

-Be ready for tons of forehead kisses and unfiltered aegyo because this man is soft

-He knows how important your hair is to you so he has a bit of a heartgasm over the fact that you trust him enough to help. He can’t help but to lavish you in praise.

“you’re so beautiful yeobo”

“Oh? yeobo? Gonna make me Seo y/n”

-he blushes all the way down his neck and giggles but doesn’t deny it as he leaves kisses along your temple

Hyunjin 현진

-Oh you and this pretty baby? Your wash day becomes y’all’s washday.

-He didn’t really understand why you dedicated an entire day to your hair at first but once he saw the magic in motion he understood and he wanted in.

-Every time you pulled out the deep conditioner he would follow you to the bathroom giggling in excitement grabbing his robe and wash cloth because it meant y’all were gonna get naked and he was ready.

-you soon learned that kneeling down with your head in the tub wearing nothing but a towel

A)was really fucking annoying trying to keep it up

And

B) turned Hyunjin into a feral little freak

“Baby pleaseee I’ll be quickkkkk!”

“Jinnie, I love you but you’re getting shampoo in my eyes so move!!!”

The entire time he kneeled next to you and ran his hands along the nape of your neck and your back. It would’ve been cute if he wasn’t giving you his fuck me pout and not so subtly biting at his lower lip.

-yes a little freak indeed

-when you finally were able to rinse out the deep conditioner and sectioned your hair into four twists it was Hyunjin’s turn to get washed

-kneeling over the tub was a bit harder for him but he liked how close it made you two as you had to hover over him to get to his scalp

-Honestly has a spiritual awakening while you’re scrubbing at his scalp. Spends the majority of the shampoo completely silent wondering how he’s ever washed his hair any other way and the other half of it letting out little hisses and whimpers, eyes shut just completely focused on the feeling of your nails running along his scalp

-makes the rest of the experience sensual without even trying to

-He’s sitting there like 🥰☺️☁️😴💤

And you’re sitting here like 😳💦

-most of the horny goes away though when you wrap his hair up in a towel and he sits up starry eyed with cute rosy cheeks

-But he couldn’t be cute for long🙄

-While you cooed at him he wrapped his hands around your waist and snatched your towel, sprinting out of the bathroom towards your shared room

Jisung 한

-Oh Jisung Jisung Jisung

-our boy Sungie

-He is a ball of anxiety🧍🏾‍♀️

-It’s most likely his first time dating a black girl so his mind is just racing with every possible way he could accidentally offend you to the point where he just looks like this the entire time😀

-His first instinct is he wants to touch because it’s freshly washed and soft and smells like a lavender vanilla wonderland

-he knows he’s usually allowed to touch, but this is a different activity and a different context so he’s like 67% sure there will be different rules

-he knows the answer to all of his problems is just asking but his tongue feels a bit heavy and his eyes are darting back and forth between your hands and the comb and-

“Sungie baby, you okay? You look constipated”

“Is it racist if I really wanna touch your hair right now? I know this is a nuanced topic and I’ve been doing my own research because it’s not your job to educate me on these things but I’m really confused and it looks so soft and I love you so much and-“

You have to grab his shoulders and shake him a bit to get him to calm down. You then bring him to the living room, sat criss cross on the floor and explain everything to him and he has those big wide eyes and is gently nodding to show he’s really listening.

“So…I can touch?”

You can’t help but to laugh and pat his cheek.

“Yes sungie, you can touch. I’ll do you one better, you wanna learn how to do some twists?”

-and Jisung is anything if not a man up for a challenge

-you spend the rest of the day starting twists for him to finish until he gets the hang of it with a now full lap of snacks—the convenient store below your apartment was real convenient—and the tv playing your comfort show

Felix 필릭스

-oh ho ho ho ho, this boy is gonna be so helpful you have no idea.

-you usually try to schedule your wash days for when he’s not home so you don’t disturb the little bit of rest he gets inside, so it becomes a free for all for you. Music blasting, no pants on, face still a bit crusty from freshly waking up and food on the stove ready to be heated up when you’re done.

-you are completely in your element

-until you turn around and Felix is behind you with a grin on his face

-bro the heart attack you had💀

-he’s standing in the doorway of the kitchen balancing an assortment of sweets from a bakery near the studio and a camomile tea in the other hand

“Hi baby”he’d say, voice a little too raspy for your comfort. You narrowed your eyes at him taking a step back.

“Hi…?”

“Hyungs sent me home!”

“…why?”

“I have strep!”

“…youhaveWHAT-“

After you had certified that he was in fact not dying and had antibiotics in one of those bags you could finally relax.

-or so you thought?

“Whatcha doin lover mine?”he asks wrapping his arms around you waist.

“Move plague victim” you whines

trying to squirm away from him, he laughed—one of his deep ones that made you weak in the knees—and held you closer.

“Doctor said it’s a minor case, I’ll be better by tomorrow”

“Oh thank goodn-“

“But I told Hyungs I need the next few days off”

You were puzzled.

“Why?”

“Why?”he grins, “cause I missed my baby.”

“Oh you think you’re so cute”you’d say finally wiggling out of his grasp, walking towards the bedroom.

“As a button!” He called after you

-the house was quiet for a few more hours as you took your washday from being scattered around the kitchen back into your bedroom, Felix being fast asleep on the couch. All the excitement—and NyQuil—tuckered him out.

-He slept like a rock until the early evening when you finally finished the last braid for your braid out and went to go check on him.

-he sat on the couch, swaddled in a blanket looking at you like you had murdered his puppy.

“You traitor!”

“Huh-“

“You were doing your hair stuff without me!!”he whines, launching a throw pillow at you.

“M-my hair stuff? Baby what?-“

He huffed and stared up at you. “You think I don’t notice? At least every two weeks I come home from the studio and you smell like coco butter and coconut and yummy and I never get to see you do it and I wanted to see!!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you flop onto the couch next to him and pinch his cheek.

“Baby you were asleep, and you’re sick”

“Do you not want me to help?”he asks looking uncharacteristically serious.

-you had never really thought about it. You always assumed that he wouldn’t be interested or get bored. There was no point getting used to the help when he was just gonna wander away after a bit anyways.

“I always want your help, Lix”you say squeezing his hand, “it’s just-“

“It’s just nothing”he pouts. “Y/n I love you, all of you and I wanna be a part of this”

“Felix baby, it’s not really that big of a deal”

“Well it’s a big deal to me”he says, “cause you’re a big deal to me. Is there any way I can still help?”

-You sigh and bite back a smile.

“You wanna grease my scalp?”

“Yes yes yes!”he bounces in place.

-late nights in the living room sat between Felix’s legs as he hums softly and greases the parts one by one with total reverence.

-Being cherished wasn’t a feeling you were used to, but you could. Peering back to see his adoring eyes you sighed and leaned further back against his legs.

-yeah, you could get used to this.

Seungmin 성민

-Seungmin is another one of our quality time babies but is a little more lowkey about it?

-let me explain, our boy Seungmin is a lover of paralleled activities. He’s happy to just sit in silence working on different things as long as you’re in his vicinity.

-soooo this definitely applies to wash day

-You usually set up in the living room with your supplies while Seungmin is either in the kitchen washing dishes or in the living room with you doing his own thing.

-Definitely a supportive man, no price is too much If it’s in your benefit. But he’s also a little tease so if you want something from him you need to speak up. Part of this is him wanting to be a little shit but the larger part of this is for you to build up confidence in asking for what you want.

“Seungminnie…”you whine, burying your head in the crook of his neck. He chuckled softly and ran his hand across the expanse of your back.

“My big babyyyy”he coos, “All you have to do is ask”

“But…”

“Baby, do you want it or not?”he asks, patting your butt.

“I want it…”

“Then ask for it”he says.

“Fine”you huff, “can you please buy me a satin bonnet?”

“Of course cutie, you know where my card is”

-He doesn’t really get too involved? Not that he’s not interested in you, he just doesn’t see a point in stepping in when you’ve already got a routine working for you.

-If it starts getting too late and you’re still not finished, he’ll order take out and park himself in front of you to feed you. If he cares about anything more than you, it’s feeding you. Dating Seungmin is constantly having your physical needs be met, his romantic love language is taking care of his partners.

-you have never been so hydrated,fed and rested in your life.

-the minute it hits 9pm and you’re still twisting he mean mugs you until you spit out a takeout order.

“Boy, stop looking at me”you say raising a brow.

“Jjajangmyeon?”he says in response.

“Huh?”you answer.

“Tteokbeokki?”he questions, narrowing his eyes.

“Seungmin, once again. Huh???”you ask.

He stares at you for a few more seconds before realization crosses his face. He nods and pulls out his phone.

“Burrito bowls”he says and that’s the most sure he’s sounded in the past few minutes. You blink a few times, how did he know you wanted a burrito bowl-

“You still like mint choco ice cream?”he says, after a few seconds of tapping on his phone.

“Yes?”

“Done. 35 minutes” and that’s the last thing he says. You blink again and just go back to twisting.

Jeongin 정인

-Idk why I get these vibes but I feel like Innie takes this time as the initiative to spill his soul to you???

-I’m talking thoughts, questions,concerns,conspiracies all just word vomit out of him because he can’t keep quiet in general around you.

-he can boarder on annoying when he’s just trying to be affectionate so as long as you put your boundaries in place he’ll respect them ofc. But I’m talking pinching your cheeks, cooing at you, laying himself across your lap, grabbing at your chest—the entire works

it’s giving goo goo ga ga I got your milky 🍼

-ESPECIALLY if you’re younger than him, you become his little baby. If he’s not in your lap, you’re in his. Being the youngest in the group yet the oldest at home puts him in a little bit of a funky position so having you around means he has someone to take care of and it makes him feel useful.

-you find it a little fucking DIFFICULT to detangle your hair with his arms around you, but you guys make it work.

-he’s spooked by detangling—poor baby doesn’t wanna hurt you—but he is 100% down to help with washing and conditioning.

-his favorite thing to do is spray your hair with the spray bottle while you do detangle tho, and since he’s another little shit your shirt and neck will be getting soaked.

-I feel like if Innie likes anything he likes pre wash day preparations the most? Sitting in bed after sleeping in, helping you take down your hair. He was a little

👁👄👁?????

at first but once you explained that it didn’t hurt he found the repetition to be soothing, and you weren’t complaining. Four hands work faster than two.

-will steal your little rubber bands to put his hair in pigtails

Gets popped cause those little rubber bands don’t grow on trees🙄

-accidentally spilled your leave in conditioner and genuinely saw murder in your eyes

-he doesn’t touch your products anymore

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