#and since I can't cook/have no space in my kitchen because we had to empty the under the sink cabinet

[benkeibear]

☰ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 - 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

⧫ Characters: Taiju, Kazutora, Hanma

꒰ ͜͡➸ The fight | ꒰ ͜͡➸ Ran/Rindou/Sanzu | ꒰ ͜͡➸ Mikey/Nahoya/Draken

⧫ Reader: female

⧫ Wordcount: 1.9k

⧫ Summary: What happens after their hand slipped? Can they fix your relationship?

⧫ WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse and reader getting hit once

☰ Taiju:

Taiju had a hard time gathering his thoughts, sitting on the floor of the empty restaurant, too scared to go home. He doesn't know what to do when He gets there and you’re gone along with your things. He hated himself for what He did, not even knowing how it could have happened, swearing to himself that He would never lay a hand on you in any action that's not loving.

The night was long, unable to get even a second of sleep on his office chair at the restaurant, unable to go home and face the aftermath of his slip up.

It stayed like this for days until He found the courage to go home, breaking down once again when most of your things weren't there. He couldn't blame you, he doesn't even know why you stayed in the first place, why you loved him when everyone else loathed him. It wasn’t until at night when He went to your former shared bed when He found the note you left behind “i love you Taiju but i can not do this… Not like this. Right now I need distance to figure out how things go on - do not contact me, I won't respond. Yuzuha and Hakkai know where i am and no one will hurt me”

You left the note there to reassure him, knowing he's always worried when you're out alone, scared someone will harm you because of him. It wasn't supposed to be like this, anyone, let alone him, hurting you but it happened and there was nothing He could do to redeem himself but to give you space.

You were staying with Yuzuha at that time, crying your eyes out as she held you, knowing first hand how it feels to be betrayed by Taiju like this.

„I can't just go back and pretend he didn’t hit me. He promised to never raise his hand“ you sniffled, not knowing if you can just go back to normal after what happened. Yuzuha was heartbroken to hear her sister in law and best friend cry like this “you don't need to go back to him, You don't need to forgive him. Just give him a chance to apologize, okay?” She asked softly, knowing that he has changed and is beating himself up over it.

It's been weeks since you last saw Taiju and He did what you asked him to - not contacting you a single time, no matter how hard it was. You decided it's time to go back home and face him again, but by the time you got there, He wasn’t home. When you went to the living room to put your bags down you saw a few Bouquets of your favorite flowers on the table, each with a “welcome home my love” sign attached to them. Did He really buy you flowers every day in hopes you come back that day?

By the time it got dark you heard the door to the apartment unlock and tensed up, finally He's home.

Taiju was shocked to see the light in the kitchen turned on, immediately going to check what's going on, falling to his knees yet again when He saw you standing at the stove, cooking his favorite meal. Not knowing what to say or if it's okay to touch you, he stayed silent and kept a small distance. You eventually broke the silence and gave him a soft smile “Hakkai told me you’ve been to therapy again… And that you took a step back with the Gang stuff” you mumbled nervous, getting a nod in return. “I know that I can't be forgiven for what I've done to you… But please, let us work on it. I promise that it will never happen again, i would rather tear out my own heart” He said serious, the desperation clear in his voice.

You gave him a weak smile and turned off the stove, holding your hand out for him to take “i’m not scared of you Tai. And i love you more than anything… I can't forgive you yet but we will make it work, together. Just like we did back then” you reassured him, kissing the hand He raised against you weeks ago as a sign of trust.

☰ Hanma:

It's been months since you last saw Hanma, avoiding all the places you could run Into him out of fear to see him, out of fear He would do worse next time. But Hanma rarely left his place, no one heard of him or saw him anymore, He was devastated by destroying the only good thing He had left in his life in order to protect you.

He regretted his actions the second He saw the fear in your eyes, knowing He just leashed out on you for everything that has happened. And it wasn't right. How could He Hit the woman He loved, the only person who loved and cared for him, the only person who was always there for him. He was pathetic for thinking that pushing you would keep you safe when He knows that the safest place is right here in his arms. No one would have been able to ever lay a single finger on you as long as he's with you… But it was him who hurt you in the end.

You missed him, terribly so. Not knowing what he's been up to and how he feels, only knowing that he's probably alone and hurting.

7 months and 13 days. That's how long it took you to swallow down the fear and forgive him for what he's done - and now you were standing in front of the door to your former shared apartment, unsure if He even still lived there. To your surprise it was him who opened the door after your eighth knock, barely recognizing him. His hair got longer, not shaved, shirt stained. And his eyes… He looked so broken. It was as if He looks right through you until you reached out to cup his cheek “it's going to be okay Shu. Can I come in?” You asked in a caring way and He stepped aside, giving you silent permission to enter. It took everything in him not to pull you Into his arms, to fall apart in front of you but you knew, you knew him too well to believe this cold act. As you slowly wrapped your arms around his torso He let go of the breath He was holding, wrapping his arms tightly around you “why are you here?” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper as you looked up at him “because i love you Shuji. What you did was not okay but i know you just wanted to push me away” you reassured him, still not forgiving him but willing to look past it as He just nodded, closing his eyes for a moment.

When you stepped back from the embrace you led him to the bathroom, letting a warm bath in for him, shocked to see the room in such a chaotic state. “Sorry… I got angry… With myself when i hurt you” He apologized, hating to talk about his feelings openly but you understood, picking up a few scattered items off the floor while He settled Into the water.

“How can you be… This good? Even after I chased you out like a coward?” He asked curious, gaze fixed on the bubbles forming on the water. He flinched slightly when He felt your hand on his head, gently playing with his hair the way it always relaxed him “don’t get me wrong Shu, i will let your friends murder you if you ever hurt me again” you said serious, not a hint of a joke in your voice but He chuckled and nodded “that's my girl… I promise I will protect you from now on” He said sincere, a soft smile returning to his lips “but I can't turn back time… And a simple apology won't be enough. Can you still stay? I will show you that I can be the man you deserve” He said determined, this time looking right into your eyes.

☰ Kazutora:

Kazutora was nothing without you. He felt like He doesn't exist, that a piece is missing from him, but He knew it was his own fault. He should have never gotten close to you, stayed at distance, undeserving of your pure love, he's a murderer after all. What if He snapped and next time you're dead because of him?

He went back to see his therapist almost daily, having him on speed dual for whenever things seemed to be overwhelming. Kazutora truly tried to get better, wanting to heal, to move on, be the man you deserve.

“Kazutora, you can't move on from the situation if you can't sit down with her and talk. You need to apologize and no matter the outcome, move on” his therapist told him in a strict way. But He knew, He knew He needed to ask for forgiveness but how could He ever face you again? The thought alone made him tremble, remembering how you cowered away from his touch and you were so right. You shouldn't let someone like him touch you, not even in a loving way.

The string of thoughts seemed to end as the ringtone on his phone indicated an incoming call from Chifuyu, picking it up right away “She wants to see you… It will not be a pleasant talk so… Just try to stay calm” He mumbled, knowing that you're still hurt by him.

When the day finally arrived you two decided to meet up at Chifuyus place, just in case things escalate again. But when you saw him there, sitting on the couch, looking like a heap of misery your eyes started to water, wanting nothing more but to hug him. You knew He didn't mean to and that He wasn't in his right mind when it happened but you wanted it to never Happen again. As you approached him you stayed strong, sitting across from him, the both of you not daring to speak up until He broke the silence after what seemed like an eternity.

“Y/n…. Tiger… You were right. I needed help. And I don't know how I can make it up again for raising my hand… I’m a horrible Person” He mumbled upset, knowing you would agree and sent him away forever. He didn't expect to feel your Hand reach for his “I forgive you Tora, but this… It can't happen again. You will never see me again if you ever dare to raise your hand again” you said serious, showing him the consequences of overstepping your boundaries to which He nodded. “I promise Tiger, i will be better and i will keep going to therapy. I promise i will love you better” He reassured you, close to crying and you shook your head “Your love is good enough, you don’t need love me better, just don’t hurt me again” you reassured him, closing the distance between you as you sat next to him, holding him close.

Kazutora needed a few minutes to calm down again, having you wipe his tears away and kiss his forehead “you’re a good guy Kazutora. And I love you” you reassured him with a smile.

Networks: @tokyometronetwork

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[moodywyrm]

Thinking about bringing farmhand! Sevika dinner that I cooked.

That’s all that’s the whole thing but I fucking love the idea of farmhand!Sevika and all your au stuff and hc it’s so cool.

I need you to know that this ask made me n jj @pinknightsinmymind malfunction when we saw it. also im listening to dial drunk by Noah kahan and I feel like it applies to Sevika pre-farm in a bad way, so we have a few thoughts going.

The first time you cooked Sevika dinner, it caught her off guard. It was a week or so after she helped you get the kitchen in the farmhouse back in working order, on a cool day in March. She'd been going through the old barn for whatever supplies were still usable, and by the time she was done she had a pile of tools and old fertilizers, one hell of a sore body, and an empty stomach. She wanted nothing more than to drag herself back into her cabin, scarf down something easy, and pass out.

So she's a little bit irritated when you call out to her from the porch of the farmhouse. Not too upset, because, really, how upset can she be when you're haloed in warm light, dressed in a sweet little outfit that you could only wear because Sevika promised she could handle all the farm work today, and smiling at her so prettily.

"Sevika! Come here, I've got something for you!" You yell, waving her over. Sevika sighs and redirects her path to you, trudging up the stairs to the house and letting you guide her through the sparsely decorated space.

"What's the matter? Didya need my he-" She pauses, staring at the sight in front of her in shock. Laid out on the rickety old dining table are steaming hot dishes of chicken, cornbread, mac n cheese, and veggies. Too much for one person, and in fact there are two places set on either end.

"Surprise! I know you've been working real hard on the farm and you've been more help to me than you could ever know, so I wanted to do something for ya, especially since you helped me fix up the kitchen," You say, waiting anxiously for any response that wasn't just stunned silence. Sevika just stares, staring at the pure labor of love that was this dinner. These dishes take time, and effort, and you made them for her?

"You really didn't have to do all this..."

"I wanted to, you've done so much for me already," You murmur, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder and gesturing for her to sit down. Your movements have a sort of soft authority to them, and Sevika knows instantly she won't win this. With a sigh, she sits down in the armchair you'd dragged into the kitchen, watching as you sit down across from her in your own armchair.

Before Sevika could do anything, you start piling food onto her plate, giggling at the way her stomach grumbles at the smell of a good, home cooked meal. She can't help but feel a bit suspicious. She knows you're a good person, you haven't given her a reason to think otherwise. But, fuck, it's been a damn long time since someone has done something like this for her and not expected anything in return. She really, truly, doesn't know what to say.

You sense her apprehension and let her grab her own chicken, serving yourself food and letting the silence settle between you two. She waits for you to serve yourself before either of you start eating, but once she gets a taste, she's voracious. It's been years since she's had a meal this good, and she swears you have the cooking skills of an aunt or some shit, because this incredible. You giggle, watching as she devours the mac n cheese without a second thought.

"I take it that you like it?"

"This is fucking delicious," She grunts, biting into a drumstick and moaning, "Who taught you to cook like this?"

You try not to get caught up on the sounds of her eating, beating back any less than appropriate thoughts, to answer her question. "I did. Cooking gave me something to do, and anyways I love doing it, so I just gradually got pretty okay at it."

"You're better than 'pretty okay', you cook like an angel," Sevika says, looking at you with nothing but sincerity in those deep, tired eyes.

"Well, thank you, I'm glad you like it," You murmur, shoving some cornbread in your mouth before you could say anything more.

Sevika follows your example and tucks back into her place, groaning at the taste of glazed yams. She's slows her pace a little, wanting to enjoy the food and this strangely comforting moment with you. You've done nothing to make her wary, and she is – against all odds – deeply comforted by your little display. It feels good, being taken care of, she realizes. It makes her want to take care of you, and she really can't analyze that any deeper or she'll go insane. So she does the only thing she knows how to do. She makes herself useful.

"You know, you should really get some better dining chairs," She grumbles, gesturing at the worn-out armchairs you two were sitting on.

"Yeah probably, but I can't really afford them just yet."

"I could make you some, got some spare wood lying around," She mumbles, already thinking back to the pile of spare wood lying in the unused barn.

"Oh you don't have to do that, really," You scramble, not wanting to push any more work onto her. "I kinda like the armchairs for now, they're real comfy."

Sevika snorts a little at that. "Sure they're comfortable, but they'll be a bitch to clean if you spill food on 'em."

"You're not making me chairs, Sevika. Really, it's okay." Your words are firm, shutting her down, and it takes every ounce of strength in Sevika to not freeze up.

You said no to the chairs, and now she can't even the score and that is terrifying. She tries not to freak out, focusing her energy on eating the food you made her, but everything feels a bit to familiar. She doesn't want to be in anyones debt, and she knows she literally works for you, but it's never felt like it. Her brain is moving a thousand miles per minute, speeding through every way this could go wrong, when you reach out and gently touch her hand.

"Hey, I'm sorry if I upset you. I just don't wanna add to your workload right now, especially since we're gonna have a lot of work with the farm soon. It's a real sweet offer, but the chairs aren't my top priority right now," You murmur, your voice gentle and soothing, trying not to upset her any more.

Sevika sighs, trying to release some of the tension she's filled with. You watch as the creases on her forehead smooth out, the soft slope of her shoulders as they drop.

"It's okay, I get it. Maybe later, once things are less intense, I can work on 'em. Just wanted to thank you, for doing this," She says, gesturing to the spread before her. You huff out a soft laugh that sets her on edge, but that dissipates when you pat her rough hand.

"Sevika, I did this as a thank you for helping me. If we get into a loop of thank you's, it'll be never-ending," You giggle, and the sound rings through Sevika's head like a wedding bell. She can't help but admire how good you look in the soft light, how domestic this whole scene must look to an outsider. Two women eating dinner, basically holding hands and looking at each other with more gentleness than could ever pass as platonic. It makes her heart do a weird little flip, if she's being honest. She needs to shift the conversation before she gets down on one knee, and fast.

"If your apologies are this delicious, I wouldn't mind it," She chuckles, patting your hand before returning to her plate. You roll your eyes and laugh, feeling the moment fade a bit.

You two finish your meal in peace, Sevika sharing little details from her day. It's good, sweet, and honestly you wouldn't mind doing this every night. When you send her off to her cabin that night with a full belly and tupperware stuffed with leftovers, you can't help but feel a messy fluttering in your chest. You go to sleep that night wishing that she'd fallen asleep with you, not knowing that Sevika was thinking the exact same thing, less than forty feet away.

#anon #arcane sevika #farm au! sevika #sevika fluff #sevika x reader #sevika x reader fluff

[kcrossvine-art]

Hey folks n blokes! A few days ago ya might've been one of the people who helpfully responded to my question asking which LotR recipe we should cook next, and you all had great ideas. Including a golum salmonella sushi platter. There were a few that twinkled directly into my eyes, but only one fish gets fried at a time! Thanks @vensre for the suggestion!

Today from Lord of the Rings, we will be making Bilbo Baggin's Seed Cakes

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to a Seed Cake?” YOU MIGHT ASKIf you're an amer*can like me, you might have never heard of a seed cake outside of the context of bird feeders.

Salted butter

Fine sugar

Whole milk

Eggs

Almond flour

Vanilla extract

Brown sugar

Caraway/fennel seeds

Ground anise seed

Ground nutmeg

The real key ingredient here is the caraway seeds. The factor that ties all recipes together. Important note, anise seeds and anise stars are 2 separate things!

AND, “what does a Seed Cake taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASKTastes like what an old bookstore smells like.

Smells like warm licorice

But without the chemical-y aftertaste

Take a shortbread and make it denser and with less airpockets. Thats your texture.

A little bit like gingerbread but nuttier, earthier

Very rich

Beautiful crumbly brown outside, soft teddybear-brown inside

Pairs well with a glass of milk hahaha

"A wonderful blend of sweet and savoury, seed cakes make a perfect after-supper morsel."-LotR Online. Mentioned both in the books and the MMO, being served after dinner ties into their real-life origins! Before caraway seeds in cakes became popular in the victorian era, they were often candied and served as dessert because caraway seeds help with after-meal indigestion.

. used an herb grinder for the anise seeds . used light brown sugar where brown sugar called for . used blanched almond flour . if i made this again, would probably use higher quantity of nutmeg or add cinammon

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From entering the kitchen, to having this in my stomach, it took roughly 2 hours? Ish? Definitely make sure to let your 2 sticks of butter and 3 eggs sit out a bit beforehand so they reach room temp, it helps them whip together the warmer they are.

The most difficult part of this recipe was finding the seeds. Everything except the caraway/fennel and anise seed i already had, and maybe its a recent thing but since when did grocery stores start charging such an obscene amount for a regular bottle of spices? Is it not enough to have everything else infected by price-gouging, now we'll be scraping pennies for our little flavor heavens? Bleh. 

The seed cake is a new experience for me also, and many pardons if some sacred seed cake rule has been broken today. It tasted fantastic! The licorice was a strong flavor I've never experienced in this form before, it suits itself well. If you're baking for children or have a sweeter palette, the bitterness may be a bit much, but just have them dunk it in milk honestly. It did feel like there was some 'empty space' on my palette while eating- if that makes any sense? It couldve been layered with another flavor but i still can't put my finger on what that missing flavor could be.

Definitely be careful to put the eggs into the butter/sugar a little bit at a time. I got impatient the first-go, and the eggs incorporated less, and it led to a greasier cake. People seem to say that storing these and eating them the next day makes them taste better, i cannot attest as i ate both within the same day of making them. 

This recipe has earned itself a glimmering 7/10, for making my kitchen smell nice but also making me use a standmixer if i want my arms to stay attached (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) 

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Ingredients:

220g salted butter

225g fine sugar

16g of milk

3 eggs

175g almond flour

2 drops vanilla extract

Pinch of brown sugar

1tbsp caraway seeds

1 1/2tbsp  ground anise seed

1/2tsp ground nutmeg

Method:

Pre-heat the oven to 320F. Soften the butter and let eggs come to room temperature. 

Cream the butter by itself for around 5 minutes with a standmixer on med., until light in color. Add sugar and continue until the mixture is pale and fluffy.

In a seperate bowl beat the eggs until 'frothy'. 

Stir a small amount at a time of the eggs iinto the butter and sugar mixture, making sure each portion incorporates as you go.

Add the caraway, ground anise seed, ground nutmeg, and vanilla extract.

Gently fold in the almond flour. Careful not to overmix.

Add a tablespoon of milk, or until the batter keeps its form but drips off an upside down spoon.

Pour into a greased 9-inch round cake pan, if not available muffin/cupcake pans should also work.

Sprinkle a bit of brown sugar on top.

Bake for 40-50 minutes. Cool for 10 before serving.

#lotr #cake recipe #the hobbit #bilbo baggins

[starkslove101]

CHAPTER 12: "Choices withing four walls"

2012.

"Tony this place looks amazing!" I crossed my arm in his and we were walking around. 

"Thank you" Tony smiled. The two weeks we had passed so quickly. Tony and I stayed with Peggy figuring out my powers. Tony would drive up and down to New York checking up on the building and looking if everything was alright. 

"Let me show you something" We stopped at the elevator. "You're going to love it" We got in and Tony pulled out a key. He pushed a button, leading us to an undisclosed floor. I looked at him with narrowed eyes. 

"Don't look at me like that" he laughed. 

"Like what?" I smirked. We arrived at the top floor of the building. We walked into a loft. As if I wasn't mesmerized by the building already, I was now. There it was. An entirely newly renovated loft. The smell of fresh paint entered my nose. The sun came through the windows casting a warm glow on the wooden floors. For the interior, they made a mixture of modern-day decorations, with some hints of the 1940s. In the middle of the room, there was a caramel-brown couch. Cushions were splashed all over it.

A kitchen island stood a few feet away from the couch. Behind the kitchen, there was space with a stove to cook on. Not far from it was a kitchen sink. To the right of it was a dishwasher. The rest of it was cabinets with pots, pans, and cutlery in them. As I turned to my left, there was a short staircase that went up to what is essentially the bedroom.

I walked to the middle of the room. Next to the fridge, there was a door. I figured it was the bathroom. I walked toward it and opened the door. On the left side of the room was the shower. A tall window separated the rest of the room. The room had black marble floors the pattern continued along the walls. This whole place is amazing, I couldn't stop smiling.

"What'd you think?" Tony asked. "Tony, this place is gorgeous!" I said as I turned around. When I looked into his eyes, he seemed relieved. "Oh, thank God" I turned my head to the side. "It's your place as long as you like it," I said to him. Tony shook his head. I frowned. "It's not mine, it's yours" My mouth fell open. "What?" I asked as reassurance if I heard it right. "The place is yours if you want it," he said grabbing my hands.

I had the urge to pull away. I'm not sure if I wanted this or not. It was a really big gesture, I wasn't sure if I would take this. The idea was to go live in my old apartment. It had been empty ever since I moved to Malibu with Tony. I needed space from all of this. I wasn't sure if staying here was the best option.

"I-I-"  I muttered. "I can't possibly take this" My voice was so soft, I wasn't sure he heard me but I knew he did because his face dropped. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to get out of your hair" I said. He seemed hurt as I said it. 

"I'm sorry," I said again. He still didn't let go of my hands. "Just think about it. I'd love to have you here" I looked at my feet. 

"I will think about it," I said. Tony nodded. "Okay," he was disappointed. "I don't want to live off you for the rest of my life," I said.

"I can't keep doing that, you know" he knew I was right. What Maya said to me weeks ago, kept replaying in my head. I don't want to be the girl that lives with and of some men. I have always been able to take care of myself. Listening to someone else is what brought me into this mess in the first place. I could've had a nice quiet life and since I visited Peggy, I had been wondering what my life could've looked like if I hadn't stepped on that damn machine.

When Steve walked in my thoughts were interrupted. "There you are!" he walked up to me with a smile. He grabbed me in a tight hug. "I've been looking all over for you" I smiled. "Here I am" I kissed his cheek. "I will leave you some space," Tony said as he walked to the elevator. Guilt ate me up. Steve was holding me, trying to get my attention. I couldn't bring myself to focus.

"Tony wait" The doors to the elevator opened and he stepped in. He turned around. "We aren't done talking," I said. "Yeah, we are" he was mad. Tony ignoring me, annoyed the hell out of me. It even made me angry. I was about to say something but Steve caught on and stopped me. Tony nodded and left.

I sighed in frustration. "What happened?" Steve asked once Tony left. 

"He's mad because I won't take this place" Steve's eyes widened. 

"he offered this place?" he asked. "I thought we were going back to your apartment?" I bit the inside of my cheek. 

"We are" We decided to make our way back home. Steve grabbed my hand. I calmed down as soon as he did.

"How are we getting home?" I asked. "I don't have my car it's still in Arizona" I laughed. "Don't worry I have my motorcycle" I smiled and kissed him. "I adore you" I whispered. Steve smiled. Not even pulling away from me. As he'd often do when we were in public. "Ransom I love you" he whispered his face inches away from mine.

1945.

"I love you" I whispered. Jack was caressing my face. 

"I love you too honey" his eyes were shining. 

"I have missed you so much" The war had ended and he was finally back home. Back in my arms. I glanced down at the table looking at the newspaper. May 8th was a date the world would never forget. The headline read: "War in Europe has ended! Surrender unconditionally"

I couldn't help but notice the distraught look on his face. "Are you alright?" I asked. 

I knew that it was a stupid question. Jack looked down at me with sad eyes. All I could do was pull him closer to me. "I don't need pity" he whispered, his voice so soft. "I know" I sighed, placing a kiss on his cheek. 

"I love what you've done with my apartment," Jack said, changing the subject. I decided not to press it and smiled. 

"Thank you, I figured that you deserve to come home to a homely home," I  said, wrapping my arms around his waist. "I appreciate it" he grabbed my face and kissed me again.

His eyes glistened in the sunlight that was falling from the window. The slightest bit of sorrow and sadness seemed to disappear. "I missed those eyes and that smile" I sighed again. I couldn't seem to get enough of him. Jack blushed. "I don't know what happened over there but don't let it take your spirit. If you're ready to talk about it I will be here" I said.

It felt so insincere of me to say. I had no idea what he'd been through. This wasn't the man I said goodbye to 3 years ago. I knew war chances people but no one tells you how to grieve a person that's still here. "You're my spirit" he whispered so softly I almost didn't hear it.

2012.

We almost arrived home. We only stopped at some traffic lights. My head was leaning against Steve's back as my mind kept wandering. "Honey?" I hummed, my eyes closed.

"Please relax, your grip is a little tight" he laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry" I still haven't found the hang of my powers yet. These come with super strength. "It's fine" he seemed to enjoy it. We finally arrived at the apartment.

"You know, if you were to take the loft, I'd have a place to park my motorcycle," he said with a grin. I returned it with a death stare. It just made him laugh even more. When he noticed that I didn't share the joy in this conversation he immediately apologized. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that" I shook my head. "It's fine," I said. I dropped my stuff in a corner on the floor.

Steve looked at my scattered stuff for a second. I knew it annoyed the shit out of him. "Leave it," I said, laughing. "I'll clean it up later" Steve just nodded and sat down on the sofa as I grabbed a few drinks from the fridge. I sat down beside him and gave him a bottle. "Thanks" he popped the cap of the bottle and gulped it down.

My ears rang from the quiet in my small apartment. It wasn't something I was used to these days. I rested my head on Steve's shoulders. He wrapped his arm around me. "Want to watch a movie?" I asked. "Sure," he said with a smile. "Which one?" I asked. "Something comedic" I laughed. "Fine, as long as you don't shush me," I said making him laugh. 

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[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

TW: religious delusions/demons, manic episodes, verbal abuse. Continuation of two previous asks I've sent in about similar topics.

Not too long ago I sent in an ask about a problem I was currently having with my mom. I mentioned that she has manic episodes where she forces me awake by coming up with random tasks for me to do in the middle of the night, and yells at me/insults me the whole time. I'm pretty sure this is one I sent in after the inbox got emptied so if you still have it, I'm the same anon. The other ask, I don't think you have anymore.

Before sending in that ask, I had previously sent in another ask during April that I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have anymore since it was before the inbox was empty. If you answered it I might have missed it but I don't think it got answered. It still had to do with my mom's manic episodes and verbal abuse, but at the time, her main issue was religious delusions (saying I was inviting demons into the house, and finding things about me supposedly demonic like the symbol on a video game T-shirt I was wearing). My mind was going through a lot of extreme chaos at the time so I might not have correctly expressed myself in that ask and it's understandable if it was difficult to answer, sorry.

Anyway, for a while, my mom was just back to getting upset over things in general during her episodes like what I mentioned before about how she walks around, mainly finds things to get upset about in the kitchen, and then decides we need to start cleaning the whole kitchen or cooking something extravagant.

Now, she's back to the religious delusions about demons being in our house. She says I have the devil in me, does things that are unsettling like going around the house carrying a cross, and genuinely thinks that our house is being targeted by demons or that someone has sent demons to attack her.

My friend is familiar with the topic and sent me some resources with information on religious delusions and hyperreligiosity. I read up on it and yes I know my mom is unwell and many people have these delusions but I feel like the things she says and does to me are just so outrageous, I can't just sit there listening to her verbally and psychologically abuse me, and stay completely calm and cheerful thinking "Awww it's okay, Mom doesn't really mean it!" Because whether she means it or not, she is really screwing up my mental state. I'm hurt and in the moment, I'll be angry at myself, and angry at my mom. I can't think straight while panicking. She is constantly gaslighting me, insulting me, name-calling me, turning me into her scapegoat, and honestly I would just rather sleep my life away than have to deal with her.

Today for example, I very gently told her that her words about demons and similar topics were making me feel on the verge of having a panic attack. And what she did was mock me and say "You sound just like a little baby complaining about not getting a toy from the store so you threaten to have a tantrum." And her disorders are valid because she gets to use them as excuses but when it comes to my own health she says everything I do is just me lying and faking. She's threatening to stop paying for any of my medical treatments anymore.

Just overall she makes me feel like such a shitty person. I try so hard to help her and everything I do just backfires. If I give her space, she gets mad at me for supposedly leaving her alone, or for not offering to help her enough because she says I'm selfish and I don't care about her enough to help. But then what set off the last argument we had was that I was offering to help her with stuff and she felt like I was "interrogating" her or something (persecutory delusions are another big thing that comes up a lot between us). When she told the story back to me she made it sound like I had been questioning her over and over about the same thing for several minutes when all I did was ask maybe 2-3 questions just to make sure I could help her out, but she was exaggerating everything. And it still got her extremely upset, she's been mad over this same damn issue I just mentioned, it's been going on for several days in a row already, first giving me the silent treatment and then finally snapping and screaming at me like I'm the worst person to ever exist, and I fucked everything up as usual. And she is always threatening me and telling me I should be afraid of the future because all the supposedly bad things I do to her are going to come back and get me, God is going to punish me both on earth and in hell because I was such a horrible child to my mother, I'm going to be alone in life, nobody can stand to be around me, I'm demonic... all sorts of lovely stuff. Yet I'm supposed to put up with it, because "Oh but she's your mom, she's sick, she's just in a bad mood!" and so on. And even she says things like that herself, like "I'm your mom, I carried you, I gave birth to you, I'm the one who changed your shitty diapers as a baby." As if I even asked to be born in the first place.

I can't get away from my house. And I just hate it. I'm not even saying everything she says/does, it feels a lot worse than what I've described here, but honestly when she's saying and doing these things everything feels so chaotic in the moment and like I said a lot of times I will be on the verge of a panic attack, or even in the middle of a panic attack, so not everything she says will be sinking in and I get the details all blurry when trying to retell them. But hopefully what I typed gives you some idea of the nature of how it usually goes.

I'm just finding it extremely hard to cope. My situation isn't getting any better because I'm her caregiver and my life has been set up in a way where I'm not really independent. I don't have enough money to live on my own, I don't have other family I could go live with. It feels like this stuff gets worse every day and I'm just trapped having to put up with it.

I just need someone right now to help me feel less upset and less unstable than I currently am feeling, just whatever validating words you think would be helpful for someone in my position to hear. I know there is no getting out of this situation anytime soon so I just want to hear something nice since I've been suffering so damn much and honestly just feel like I need some kindness and gentle words more than anything else at the moment. And maybe some tips on how to deal with my mom when I physically can't get away from her since like I said a big issue will be her coming into my space and waking me up, or her forcing me to stay with her in areas like the kitchen or in her bedroom.

Hi anon,

Firstly I'm so sorry about your mom and what she's putting you through.

I agree that you shouldn't have to feel obligated to forgive her, because despite how someone may be psychologically impaired and thus unaware of their actions or their repercussions, it doesn't erase the damage they do. You are valid for being upset or even traumatized by all of this, even if she isn't aware of it. You have every right to feel hurt and angry at her - those are natural trauma responses.

You do not deserve to feel like a demon or anything similar. My heart breaks for the way your mom treats you, as well as how stuck you may be in this situation. While I'm not sure what advice to give (and commenters are absolutely welcome to provide some), please remember that you are not a demon, you are trustworthy, you are kind, and you are trying your best. I wish the absolute best for you. I hope I could help at least a little bit. We're here for you if you ever need to talk.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #trauma details #abuse #emotional abuse #child abuse #religious abuse

[lebenspurpur]

AN: Helloo, wrote this because I spent today suffering through my post-drunk-vandalism hangover. Guess it's deserved but still, it sucks. After eating chicken broth my dad made, unsalted if I may add, for an hour straight I am now ready to be creative. I really don't know what this is.

Have the link to my Larry playlist while we're at it:

Pairing: Larry Johnson x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol

Wordcount: 1744 words

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Larry looks really, really stupid right now. Stupid and sick.

His tall form slumped over in defeat, big blanket wrapped around him but not too tight, otherwise he'd feel too hot, too feverish, he still needs some air. There are tissues scattered across the couch as well. Fucking hell.

Usually, this would disgust you but it's Larry, you think you've seen worse.

Small sniffles come from where he's laying, whenever he clears his throat hoarse croaking leaves his mouth and he cringes every time he hears it. He can feel your judging gaze on his body, hear your arched eyebrow without even lifting his head.

His radio is blaring some kind of metal music, you don't recognize the band. Technically, the music is useless since the TV in front of Larry's bed is playing an old horror movie, bloody screams only adding to the grimy ambiance in the room.

"I-", you start but Larry lifts his hand before you can even consider continuing.

On any other occasion, you would've noticed the rings adorning his slender fingers, the metal accessories leaving a trail of dark smudge on his hands. Damn, did he have some nice hands.

Thankfully today wasn't a normal occasion. The metalhead in front of you had worse problems than you drooling over his fingers right now, one of them being the sickness he caught.

"Don't you dare say 'I told you so.'", he croaks out while he finally lifts his head, bloodshot eyes meeting yours. He looks immensely tired. You can sense his annoyance at this sickness, this hellish treatment he's in and can't seem to escape.

You take a deep breath in and drop your bag next to his opened front door.

"Alright. I won't."

You close the door quietly and deposit your jacket as well as boots next to it.

His mom always screams at Larry to finally get something for visitor's shoes and bags but he never does. Too busy, too lazy, he figures his visitors get it. Who even visits him, anyway?

The floor is, as usual, covered in stuff he hasn't cleaned yet. Unfinished drawings, sketchbooks, take-out cartons, empty booze bottles, you keep wondering how he manages to create that kind of mess in a timespan of not even two days.

You tiptoe over them, careful as to not to step into something. Earlier experiences have taught you to never mistake one of these seemingly empty cartons as really empty. Just last week you stepped into a fucking pizza the man in front of you didn't finish.

You sigh as you sit down next to him and Larry tiredly raises an eyebrow.

"Dude, I know you don't want to move but Jesus, we really need to get you to bed.", you then state, voice comforting yet firm. You use the moment to stare into his eyes, adore the brown, thick, deepness of them.

Larry groans loudly, voice breaking from how raw his throat is. His head falls back and he closes his eyes, a pained expression on his features.

"Don't wanna.", he grumbles quietly and you involuntarily crack a smile. Larry always managed to do that, even in the most unbelievable moments.

"I'll join you if you do."

One of his eyes slowly creaks open, observing your face to look for any kind of sarcasm or irony. As soon as he doesn't find any, the other eye opens as well and he leans forward again, blanket clutched tightly in his fists.

"Alright."

You grin at his quiet answer, hand reaching over to pull him with you. He obliges, warm, slightly clammy hand tightly grabbing yours. He follows you through the messy room, his blanket leaving a trail of destruction behind the two of you.

You kick open the door leading to his bedroom. Immediately, the familiar images of various album covers greet you. The air in his room is colder and less damp and you hear him take a deep breath.

Turning around, you mention for him to wait while you walk over, grabbing the blanket on his bed. You shake it a bit, readjust the sheets as well the pillow, all while Larry's eyes never leave your back.

"There you go, sweets.", you add as you finish, quickly turning around to see Larry standing the same way you've left him. Tired, slumped, and emotional. The need to hug him starts boiling inside of you but you try and hold yourself back. First, you have to make sure he gets into bed.

Larry slowly stumbles past you. During the last few baby steps, he drops the blanket around his shoulder, faceplanting right into the freshly made sheets. He's not even wearing a shirt and you huff at his stubbornness.

Larry's back looks strong like this, muscles contracting beneath his skin as he tries to get more comfortable. Your eyes glide over his spine, his wide shoulders, the small bumps where his ribs encase his organs. His olive skin is sweaty and long, brown hairs cling to it.

You cringe at that, knowing the feeling all too well.

Softly placing a hand on his back, you move closer, forehead scrunched together.

"Larry, darling."

He grunts into his pillow, a muffled questioning sound.

"I got a hair tie here. Mind lifting your head real quick?"

Larry obliges and lifts his head quickly, taking a deep breath while he does so.

Your fingers find his scalp and start collecting all the strands, securing them afterward with the tie around your wrist.

The man beneath you hums in appreciation as the cold air hits his neck, sweaty skin finally being able to breathe. You kiss the small space beneath his neck real quick, a short sign of comfort before you stand up again, hands leaving his skin.

Larry whines the second you do so, all while quickly turning around, sending you a pleading look.

"You said you'd stay.", the whiny tone only makes his voice sound more hoarse and you can't help the small grin from appearing on your features.

"In a second, sweetie. You need some water and medicine first, alright?"

He whines again but the thought of something fresh and cold going down his throat is enough to soften the pleading look in his eye. You blow him a kiss and then quickly walk into the kitchen, which is right across from the brunette's room.

It's surprisingly clean but what did you expect? Larry never uses his kitchen unless he has to. Which isn't all too often.

Grabbing a water bottle and placing it on the counter, you keep searching for the small broth packets you'd bought exactly for this kind of scenario. You find them in the fridge, the only thing in this room that Larry actually uses.

Chuckling you get some water cooking, all while pouring the powder into one of the giant cups Sal has gifted Larry a while ago. According to the masked man, everything tastes better if it's being eaten out of a cup and so, everyone has their own sets of cups, a premium gift from Sal Fisher.

Soon, everything's done and you maneuver your way back into Larry's room. Said man is awaiting you, eyes still opened as he watches you creep towards his bed, hands full with water, soup, and medicine.

First, you feed him the medicine. Normally he'd do this himself but you know that he'll just ignore the bitter juice unless you force it down his throat. Stubborn motherfucker.

Larry's sitting up now, back propped up against one of the many big pillows he has. You hand him the broth and he inhales it in less than two minutes, apparently, this is the first thing he's eaten today. Shaking your head at the thought, you tug a few strands of hair out of his face, smiling at your lover's appetite.

Finally, after gulping down half of the water bottle, the brunette leans back and smiles, for the first time this evening.

"Thank you.", he croaks out and you touch his arm as an appreciative gesture, "Does that mean you're allowed to join me now?"

You're about to nod as you notice the faint traces of eyeliner on his skin.

"Did you take off your makeup when you got home?", you ask, throwing a teasing smile his way.

Larry clears his throat, embarrassed that you caught him. A faint blush raises on his cheeks and you feel your heart swell at the sight.

"I might have forgotten about it.", he answers, gaze slowly meeting yours again, "But please, let's just do this later, dude. I am so fucking tired."

Huffing, you roll your eyes at his answer but you nod anyway. He'd be fine with the makeup for a few more hours. You just have to remember taking it off tomorrow.

"You're lucky I love you."

Larry grins at that, the usual wide, blinding grin, that makes your stomach tingle with fuzzy feelings inside of it. His fingers find your arm and he tenderly pulls you down to join him. Soon, your head is placed on his chest, and his arms cradle your shoulders, pulling you into his body.

You can hear his relaxed breathing as he finally settles down, nuzzling his face into your hair.

His skin is warm against your cheek and you smile into it. It doesn't matter how often you've done it, laying on his nude chest always makes you flustered.

Larry's fingers start to draw stuff on your back, the feeling more than a delight for you. Humming, you snuggle closer and the metalhead next to you smiles.

His eyes already start to close slowly, lack of sleep finally catching up to him. The quiet sound of the ongoing movie in his living room, as well as the metal music, make for a great background sound and you both listen intently.

You notice the way his heart beats, slow and steady, beneath the tanned skin. Unknowingly, you start to synchronize your breaths with his. In and out. In. And out.

Soon, your eyes close as well. Damn it, you don't want to fall asleep. Though, you suppose it doesn't matter as the man next to you pulls you closer, his breath warm against your ear. He wouldn't let you leave anyway.

The thought makes you feel giddy, excited, in love. Smiling widely, you try to press yourself closer into him, and soon, you too, fall asleep, enveloped by the arms of the boy you love most. Your favorite boy.

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[obey-me-apocalypso-official]

Famine Majolish story: Bittersweet thought

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Famine's had issues with sharing food before. Today, he wants to share something with someone special to him.. Conquest helps him with this.

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The dorm is nearly empty. It's dark out the window. though time and space is irrelevant inside, it seems it follows some sort of night and day schedule. Conquest's eyes lazily gaze around the common area before his eyes snap to the hallway.

???:ack-!

There's a loud noise from the kitchen. The lead tilts his head, curlish blonde locks falling all over his face. His arms are crossed over his chest, and he doesn't seem surprised nor concerned.

Conquest: you okay??

He calls out, stepping into the kitchen right as a spoon is thrown right his way

Conquest: uwa! Are you trying to kill me?!

He hisses, glaring daggers at the smaller man standing in the middle of the room. Who scoffed and wiped something off his cheek with his thumb.

Famine: hmpf. If that's what it would take.

Conquest sighs, hands resting on his hips, unimpressed. Left hand digging to his pockets to pull out his phone.

Conquest: you called me here to murder me?

He raised a brow and Famine visibly deflates. Defeated.

Famine:... i called you because i need...............

He swallows, rubbing the bridge of his nose exasperatedly. Clearing his throat, face dusted pink with shame.

Famine:.... help.

Conquest visibly brightens up immediately. Smugly smirking down at his younger sibling.

Conquest: oh??? My little bro needs some help~??

Famine: urgh! Nevermind! I'll just figure it out myself..!

The eldest's face fell. And he stared at Famine uncharacteristically calmly.

Conquest: why are you trying to cook, anyway?

Famine:...

Famine shifts uncomfortably. Cold sweat beading down his neck. He's looking away, refusing to meet Conquest's gaze.

Conquest:... well! Since i'm such a generous brother, i'll help anyway...! What were you making just now?

Famine pauses, as though he's thinking

Famine: err... i made bread...?

Conquest stares, nervously. As though he's afraid to ask. Face pale.

Conquest:... as in.. BREAD or as in.. 'i threw flour and water in a bowl, cooked it and ate it'...??????!!!

Famine covers his face in shame, practically ready to run out of the room.

Conquest: ... look, if you wanna cook for... other people..? You can't just give them what you're used to eat. It's just not... uhm.. good.

Famine groaned, shoving dirty cookware intoa sink.

Famine: forget it! Who cares?! It's just food anyway! They have plenty! It doesn't matter if i give any to them or not...!

Conquest's face remains unfazed. That's not true, he knows as much. Sharing food means nothing to him, it's an expense, something as carefree and worthless as air. But to Famine, it's something precious as gold. And he's never seen his brother so keen on sharing any. He hates handouts! The lead's face twisted in his cheery careless smile once again.

Conquest: i'm sure whatever you make can't be worse than Solomon! Cmon! Let's clean this up and we can make something great!!

On anyone else, his cheery attitude would have been contagious. Famine found himself sinking deeper into his own misery at the seal's words.

Famine: it's worthless if you actually help me. I don't want you touching anything.

Conquest blinks owlishly

Conquest: you called me to just stand here?! I was busy yknow!

He seethed with rage at the thought..! How dare his brother call him over for this!? His time is precious!!

Famine: ... no. Obviously not. I called you here for you to do what you always do: tell me what to do.

Conquest's eyes shone brightly in delight, and he brought his hand to his mouth to muffle a laugh..

Conquest: i thought you couldn't stand being ordered around~

Famine: and i thought you were busy?

He deadpanned, hands on his waist, unimpressed.

Conquest: you can start with something easy. Sugar fudge? You can't possibly screw that up!!

Famine paled at the mere name, tone turning sickly.

Famine: sugar.. fudge??? That sounds like way too much sugar..

Conquest: well it's sugar, brown sugar, cream and some extra i guess- so, i guess it is just. A chunk of sugar.

Famine: pass. Why would i purposefully try to make someone unhealthy?

Conquest groans, but nevertheless keeps a small smile.

Conquest: because it's- forget it. 'Healthy' stuff isn't very good to eat, you want to give them something gross?

Famine frowns, narrowing his eyes as if in thought.

Famine: hmpf... it's helpless. Maybe i'm just not cut out for this.

Conquest makes a small noise of disappointment, before brightening up.

Conquest: don't say that...! Most things you bake will end up 'unhealthy' but it's not that unhealthy if you only eat it every once in a while..! What about chocolates? There's a human holiday where they give them out to people they like..!

Famine blinks, slowly. Unimpressed

Famine: .. chocolate..

He's silent for a moment, pondering. before nodding slowly. The motion seems to make him uneasy, but it's clear he's trying.

Famine: i think that's.....fine. There's a pre-established meaning to it so.. and it's not the worst thing right..??

Conquest claps his hand excitedly, practically chirping in delight

Conquest: great! Let's get started!!

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[coloredgirlfan-fiction01]

Pregnancy and two Supernatural husband's.

Morning nausea was never a feeling a first time mother to a pair of fraternal twins that were four months away could get use to.

Then a few months later the sensation of having to hurl your guts out the moment you wake up from a night of kicking in your abdomen, then the insatiable cravings for a variety of foods, and not to mention the mood swings and swollen ankles were only a percentage of what this pregnancy was putting you through.

And having two big, strapping, overprotective God and Demigod husbands that monitor your every move and tended to every need was mind numbing in itself.

Shadow had transformed into a complete control freak that never let you go near anything that he deemed unsafe for you and your unborn children. Things that fell under that category were the stove (not allowed to cook because he became the family chef, the car (anxiety was all he would feel whenever you wanted to drive somewhere so he'd do it instead), the bathroom (you'd restrict him as much as you could in this area but he always complained that you might slip and hurt yourself if he wasn't there) and the list goes on.

Sweeny was a little more bearable but his need to protect and keep away any and all threats from his family was at an all time high.

Once when the three of you decided to go to the mall to do some early baby shopping, a man had accidently bumped into you and before he could utter an apology, Sweeny had grabbed the guy by the collar and hoisted him off the ground shouting profanities in gaelic while shadow looked on amused.

If someone had warned you being the wife of supernatural beings was this tiring and also carrying their children would turn them into complete alpha wolves, you would have decided to have separate pregnancies.

And at the moment that decision was looking pretty darn good. You were right now wide awake and trying to focus on anything that wasn't the pair in your belly moving around, fully awake and hungry.

Usually they sleep when you do but since they were only a few months away, you guessed they were just getting restless.

You looked over to your left and watched as Sweeny slept on his side. His mouth wide open with drool at the end of his mouth but thankfully he wasn't snoring.

On your right Shadow was cuddled a pillow that was trapped between his muscular arms. He, like Sweeny were big cuddlers so to avoid being suffocated by their bulking muscles and body heat, you had to barricade yourself on each side with most of the pillows to get somewhat of a comfortable nights sleep.  But now even your children wouldn't let you have that luxury.

Deciding that enough was enough, you left the bed as quietly as you could and woddled your way down the steps and made your way into the kitchen.

There was bound to be something you could whip up that caused little to no noise to notify your husband's that you were up and also to satisfy the two ravenous demigods that demanded to be fed.

"I swear when you two are born and after breast feeding  your father's are going to feed you from hence forth, because this is getting ridiculous." You said to your belly sternly.

You loved your children but you already knew that you weren't going to be able to keep up with their appetites as they'll get older.

"Babe, what are you doing in the fridge?" You couldn't help but groan in annoyance being caught by your husband. You didn't even make it to opening the fridge all the way yet and he was already onto you.

You looked over to the entrance of the kitchen to find Shadow fully alert, awake and completely shirtless. The only thing that left a little something to the imagination was the baggy sweatpants that were hanging dangerously low off his waist.

"I'm tired and your children wouln't let me sleep because they're hungry, again."

"Why didn't you wake me up to cook something for you?"

"Shadow, it's four in the morning. I think I can manage to make a sandwich to last me until breakfast." You could feel the disapproval radiating off of his as he shook his head.

"A sandwich? You know there's no nutritional value in that."

"But it's what they want and they wouln't let me sleep until they get it." Shadow walked up and pulled you into a comforting hug. He knew how frustrated the last couple of months have been on you. Having to bear children by two strong God's couldn't be easy and he just wanted to make sure he did his part to make the process as smooth and comfortable for you as possible.

"You know what. I'll make you that sandwich and get you some ice cream. We shouldn't give into the cravings but, you deserve to be spoiled a little for working so hard."

Him just saying those words made you feel a while lot better. You pulled him down by the neck to kiss him and to make sure he knew you loved the fact that he was going to let you eat some junk food for once.

"Why are you two up so bloody early?" You broke the embrace when Sweeny walked in looking completely worn out. Unlike Shadow he was wearing a white vest and a pair of lucky charms boxers you had gotten him as a joke. But he seemed to love them so you didn't make a big deal of seeing them on him.

"The kids are hungry, so I came to get something."

"Why didn't you just let him get up to make something?" He pointed at Shadow while making his way to you. He pulled you away from Shadow to embrace you and use you as a stand up headrest.

"Why are you up again?" Shadow asked annoyed that Sweeny was hogging you.

"Because the bed was cold and my wife wasn't there, you got a problem with that Moon?"

"Ok I'm gonna sit in the living room to relax. Shadow food, Sweeny come with me."

Despite sharing a wife and each of their children sharing a womb, Sweeny and Shadow still had a bit of 'bad blood' between them. Sure they respected eachother, but when it comes to the things they deem 'theirs' things could get a bit competitive.

"You'd think you'd be the cranky one love." Sweeny whispered as you lead him to the couch.

"Would you just come here? It's like you want him to beat you up."

"Like hell he could, couldn't beat me if I was tied to a chair and had a blind fold on."

Men having huge who's was one thing, but a gods ego was always way above average. They always had to prove who was the best.

"I'm sorry sweetie, your right you're a great fighter." You lowered yourself into the couch and patted the empty space for the towering leprechaun to sit next to you.

"You look tired darlin', should be gettin' some proper sleep."

"Tell them that. They're probably more excited to get out of there than I am."

Sweeny made himself comfortable between your legs and rested his head in your belly to listen.

"Still can't get over the fact it's only been six months. Just think, in three more they'll pop right out of you."

"Pop right out? You do know it wouln't be so simple right?"

"I know, and don't you go getting worried about anything. I'll be right there beside you."

"And me, of course." Shadow pitched in handing you your sandwitch and placed the ice cream in the coffee table infront of you when you were ready for it.

"But she'll need me more. I've had experience, what are you bring to the table?"

"I'll be there to support her of course, you may have experience  but we both know I'm the one she'll need the most."

You sat quietly biting into your meal and decided it was use less to stop them from bickering. They were hot headed but they had yours and their babies interest at heart.

#American Gods #Shadow Moon #Mad Sweeny #Pregnant Reader #xreader

[poormeowmeowcollector]

Oh My God They Were Roommates! Just Roommates

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, smoking, breakdowns and lactose intolerance.

Characters: aro!Bucky ace!Loki (also genderfuid)

Summary: After the end of the Avengers, some kept fighting and some retired. Bucky was too tired to keep going, and he wanted the normal life. But he didn't expect the God of Mischief asking for the same thing

Notes: I made the Bingo! This was so tough to write but I really love the results!

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The Avengers are now in the past, after the Big Battle with Thanos. Some have gone offworld, some keep fighting and some just stop and try to leave a normal life. They are too tired to keep fighting. And Bucky is one of them.

After the battle, and after Steve handed his legacy over Sam, Bucky promised himself a normal and calm life. Sam respected it and asked for no help, even if things go bad. He pays a visit once a week and stays in touch.

Bucky now works in a small coffeeshop, and rents a small apartment. It's simple and cozy, he likes it. And he likes his simple life with his friendly co-workers and nice customers and he even gets laid if he's lucky enough. He falls in love with this kind of life.

One day, on a rainy night of November, he hears a knock on the door. He doesn't bother fetching his metal hand as he crosses the room and opens it.

And he finds Loki outside, wet and shivering. He never liked rain, says that water can compromise his cold resistance.

"Come in, you must be freezing," Bucky opens the door and moves aside. Loki nods and smiles, kicking his boots out after his feet meet the carpet.

And Loki never mentions Asgard. They didn't mention it as much before Ragnarok, but now they act as if it never existed. And suddenly, they make traditional soups.

"Th-thank you…" Loki smiles.

"Don't mention it. Take that thing on, will ya? Settle near the radiator, over the couch, I'll make you something warm to drink, okay?" Bucky replies, pointing at the soaking wet coat Loki's wearing. He makes a small nod and does as he was told, watching Bucky as he fetches his hand and heads to the kitchen. He knows that he shouldn't give him tea or coffee, it's quite late and Loki's an insomniac, so he settles down with chocolate. Well, he has a big sweet tooth, why not enjoy a nice warm cup of chocolate?

He goes back to the couch, smiling just a bit when he sees Loki covered with the blanket like a burrito. Loki takes the cup, holding it to warm up his hands before he takes a long sip.

"Th-thank you, it's q-q-quite g-good," He smiles, his shivering chin making his stutter appear.

"Again, don't mention it. What brought you here?" Bucky relaxes on the other side of the couch, his eyes on Loki. Last time he remembers, Loki was fighting.

"I couldn't move past Tony… it, it went bad, even when I was fighting. All nightmares and flashbacks and I… I think it's killing me. I wanna get out of this, retire. It's just too much, I can't take it anymore," He admits, his voice trembling again but not because of the cold. Bucky reaches out to his hand, a tight grip on it with his fleshed limp. And Loki leaves a small smile.

"And, I thought if you could use a roommate…" He finishes his answer.

"To be honest, it does get a bit boring without some idiots yelling at toasters," Bucky smiles.

"Bread should not be flying!" Loki spits, and Bucky laughs at it. But Loki also lets his lips twist upwards.

"You can stay for how long you want. But we will have to get a bigger apartment, this one has only one bedroom," Bucky answers.

"Let me rest for tonight and it will have a second bedroom tomorrow," Loki eyes the former soldier. He almost forgets about his magic. "But I can settle down on the couch tonight, it's comfy," He smiles. Bucky smiles too, he really doesn't feel like abandoning the apartment, he worked so hard to make it the way it is.

And they start to catch up with each other, while they have the energy to stay up. But they both grow tired and end up muttering goodnight and going to sleep.

For Bucky, it was a normal Saturday sleep, when he knows his alarm clock won't wake him up. But Loki hadn't slept with such peacefulness since Tony died.

~~~

"WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU PUT MY HAIRBRUSH?" Bucky yells from the bathroom.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD I TAKE YOUR HAIRBRUSH? I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOU BRUSH THIS SHIT UNTIL NOW!" Loki yells back from the kitchen.

"LISTEN HERE, YOU LITTLE SHIT. IF YOU EVER DISRESPECT MY HAIR LIKE THA- Nevermind, I found it," Bucky mutters the last few words. And Loki hears him perfectly. Because they are 7 feet apart. They didn't need to yell at each other.

"Good for you. Now stop blaming me whenever you lose something," Loki answers, waiting for the soldier to appear on their viewing field. And he did. But they now sigh and pay more attention to the food they're cooking.

"Alright, I'm sorry," Bucky hums, Loki making only a throaty sound as an answer. "What're you making? It smells nice," He asks, moving towards the kitchen to peek at the pot.

"It's a traditional stew on Asgard, you'll see," Loki smiles, but actually means "no peeking until I'm done".

Usually, Bucky was the one doing the cooking. Loki is a better cook, they use a lot of seasoning and know which one goes where, but they don't like it as much. In fact, Bucky can swear they only cook when stressed, as if they try to distract themselves with the smell of whatever they throw into the food.

And they basically talk through the night, with interruptions when Loki is rushing to the bathroom and returning like they had to give birth over there. At least until they both grow tired and fall asleep, right beside to each other. For the first time in days, no screaming and waking up in the middle of the night occurs.

Bucky sighs, trying to find something else to focus on. Something other than Loki's odd behaviour the last days, with the ongoing silence and numbness. Other than the sudden Æsir cooking. Other than the smoking they pretend it doesn't happen, like Bucky doesn't recognize the smell of tobacco in them. Something other than the screaming he hears in the middle of the night and knows that he can't help because Loki tends to lean towards the fight response and Bucky cannot fight back without hurting them.

And he knows where those things lead to. It's not the first time that Loki started going south after Tony. And the previous one was ugly, by all means. What if this one turns out to be ugly too?

"What are you thinking of?" Loki asks, their voice carefully soft. Bucky tries to appear calm, it's not worth worrying Loki too.

"Nothing special…" He shrugs, avoiding eye contact. But he hears Loki sighing and moving the pot before they walk on the couch and sit beside him.

"Is that why you are so worried? Come on, speak it up. Weren't you saying that we should talk about what is bothering us?" They are still soft, like Bucky's the elephant in the room. They were always like this, prefer to soothe others than speak about their issues.

"I'm just worried…" Bucky admits. This will not end pretty…

"Do you want to say what is worrying you?" Loki sits closer, big green eyes staring at him. The dark circles that start creeping around them making them brighter.

"Nah, it's not worth it…" Bucky regrets it and stares elsewhere, gazing at the asexual and aromatic flags hanging on the doors of the two bedrooms. And Loki makes a small tutting sound.

"You can just say you don't feel like talking, lies weren't needed," They argue.

"Says the god of them," Bucky thinks out loud. He shouldn't have said that.

The room gets cold, something Bucky knows is happening because Loki loses some control of their Frostbite when overwhelmed. They stand up and go back to the kitchen, speaking only to inform him that the dinner is ready with a dead voice.

Bucky follows them with hesitance, waiting for them to fill a bowl with the brownish stew before he serves himself and settles on the chair opposite to them.

The stew is nice. The taste of meat is strong and the seasoning makes it kind of sweet. Not exactly Bucky's taste, but he doesn't mind it. Loki plays with the pieces of meat inside it, his right hand holding his head.

"It's nice," He mutters, hoping he can make a small smile appear.

"It's shit," Loki argues, letting the spoon fall on the bowl as they stare at it with disgust. And then, they cover their face with their hands, their rapid breathing echoing.

"Hey, it's just some stew," Bucky tries to soothe them down but they stand up and pace to their room, the door slammed behind them. Bucky wants to follow, walk in and hug them tight and soothe them down. But it's wiser to give them some space.

He tries to finish his own meal, but his appetite is long gone. So, he empties the bowls back in the pot and washes the dishes, trying to think of what to do. He can already feel the apartment going colder and colder, and it's never a good thing.

Maybe if he finds something to cheer up Loki? They like sweets, maybe a cake. Thank God there's a candy store down the road, it will be maybe ten minutes on foot.

Loki doesn't react when Bucky opens the door and leaves, they probably don't even care. Bucky's lucky enough to find a dark chocolate cake, their favourite flavor, and it's cheap enough to buy it. And Loki is still locked in the room when he returns with the dessert.

"Hey, can you please let me in. Just wanna check on ya, you know," Bucky knocks the door. The handle twists and the door opens after a blanket of frost covers it. But, Loki's magic is like a green light that acts like smoke…

Loki is sitting on the corner of the bed, the room around them covered with a thin layer of ice. They have dropped every illusion, even the Æsir one. They do it plenty of times in an attempt to get used to it, or when they can't control the seiðr. They smile just so, fags showing, as they light out a smoke on an ashtray.

"Will you stand there?" They ask, voice dead. There are no tears in their ruby eyes, not trembling from the crying. They just look numb.

Bucky nods and sits on the other side of the bed, placing the box in front of him and a fork above it. "I thought you would like some cake…" He hums, inspecting Loki as they glance at the box.

"Thank you," They try to smile but their face disagrees. They take the box to their lap and open it, frost appearing on the paper that touches him and the fork.

"So, do you feel like speaking?" Bucky asks. They hate showing it, but they love talking and it actually helps them a lot.

"It's just some homesickness. Don't worry, it will pass…" They shrug one shoulder and take a bite of the cake. Their lips twist upwards, a good sign, and they place the box between them and Bucky, a second fork appearing in their hand.

"Oh, thank you," Bucky smiles and takes it, not minding the freezing cold of Bucky's skin. "So, it's about Asgard or the Avengers," He asks.

"Kind of both, somehow… and, it's also the nightmares, as usual. But they're manageable," They lie. After years with them, Bucky knows when they lie. And, most important, he knows when to demand the truth and when not.

"Well, if you feel like it will help, you can come over for snuggles and emotional support." He suggests. Loki smiles and nods, staying silent as they focus on the cake. Can you blame them? They haven't eaten properly for days. But Bucky does give them a look when he realises how fast they devoured the dessert.

"Wait, did you ask for lactose free?" They ask, after making the box vanish. And Bucky forgot to ask.

"Shouldn't you also ask before you eat the whole thing?" He also asks, his worry about how much Loki's small intestine shall suffer tonight growing.

"So, we are both idiots," Loki comes to a conclusion, finding Bucky agreeing.

"Basically, yes… and, I think I should suffer with you tonight, right?" He asks.

"Definitely, just lay near the wall, you don't want to be between me and the toilet," They respond, freeing the space of the bed they meant. Bucky got his metal hand out, he doesn't like sleeping with it on, and lay where he was instructed to, Loki laying beside him.

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Best Friends, Part II

Ron was in the middle of deep cleaning his apartment, vacuuming the floor with patchouli incense on the burner. His messages were going off and he knew who it was playing on his phone without having to look. He'd ignored the notifications for the past thirty minutes but she kept messaging him.

There were multiple attachments. Pictures of gutterballs and a couple of him from yesterday at the bowling alley. One of her face, smiling mockingly. Finally he replied.

Ron: You have no life

Melanie: You have no talent

Ron: You good enough at handling balls for the both of us

Melanie: Jealous?

Ron: Is your ass jealous of your forehead for getting all the thickness?

Melanie's jaw dropped onto her lap. She was in the drive-thru at Panda Express but now she had the mind to pop up on him. It was on sight since everyone knew she was sensitive about her lack of ass. She put her food tray in the passenger seat and changed her destination from Target to Ron.

She knocked on the door as though he owed her money and he answered it dressed in a white undershirt and light grey joggers, his eyes rolling the smallest amount.

"What," he said gruffly.

Pushing her way by him, she could smell that incense and see that he was cleaning. The lysol was sitting in blue bucket with the windex next to a rag and the vacuum was out. He waited impatiently for what she had to say, staring with a face that said spit it out.

"Why are we friends," she asked point blank.

"Because our friends are friends," he blurted just as easily.

"If that's the only reason, I don't think we should be friends anymore. I'm breaking up witchu."

"That's fine."

"...So you don't care. That's all you have to say about it?"

"Well you came over to my place to spit bullshit and that's the conclusion you came to. What did you expect me to say?"

"I don't know, maybe let's discuss this? You're being rash? I care about our friendship? Something."

"Let's discuss this. You're being rash. I care about our friendship," he sighed in the most monotone voice he could muster, wiping his eyes.

"This is why I'm always on your ass, you're so fucking rude for no reason, like-"

"No it's with reason.."

"I'm being serious, trying to figure out a way we can relate to each other without being at each other's throats."

"I understand that," he nodded. "Do you understand that your typical m.o. is to be a bitch unprovoked because you think it's hilarious for some reason. You can't take it when someone meets that energy."

"Did you just call me a bitch," Melanie's head tilted trying to understand what she'd heard.

"I didn't call you a bitch. You tend to ACT like one. We'd get along much better if you'd relax and get off my dick, unless you like it there for some reason," he blinked. Melanie's words failed her, her nostrils flaring. She just had feelings that she was sorting through as she stood there, staring. "You're welcome to stay, but I do need to finish cleaning," he said walking off to grab the vaccum. It was loud, too loud for her to talk over.

She watched his back as he walked away with it to reach more parts in the hall. The view of his biceps, arm vein, and the thin shirt clinging to his defined back did things to her that she couldn't say. "...I'll be back," she called watching him on her way out. "Getting my food from the car. Don't lock me out."

"Yup," he replied.

•

Erik was picking up a few things for home in Kroger when he decided to stop by the flowers. Their flower selections was part of the reason he'd chosen them instead of a Walmart as the place to to shop for his things. He could kill two birds with one stone getting something nice for Kera as well. She liked flowers. Well, at least he felt like she did. She seemed to like getting them for her birthday last year even before he'd given her her real gift, a necklace. Hopefully she'd like the flowers he picked this time.

Their flowers appeared to be more alive as he'd suspected. He decided on a multicolored arrangement with various flowers. They looked festive enough. The step up was to move them to an ornate red vase which he paid for. Red was her favorite color, it would definitely be eye-catching.

•

Melanie twisted the doorknob to Ron's apartment pleased to find that it was still unlocked. He was on his knees cleaning baseboards. Walking to the couch, she sat and placed her food on the living room table, grabbing her plasticware from the bag. He was working hard while she watched enjoying the view.

"Are you gonna stare at me the entire time," he asked, still not ceasing.

"Does that bother you," she asked with a mouth full of noodles, cupping her hand under her chin to catch them from falling.

He sighed. "Nope." When he finished with the baseboards, he stood rested his hands on his hips, looking around the space. He went to the blue bucket and took it to the kitchen. Melanie continued eating until she heard noises and wondered what he was doing. When she got up she could see him with a sponge mop washing the wall.

"You clean your walls," she frowned in confusion.

"About once every two months. I'm allergic to dust."

"I clean my walls never. I do dust though."

"I have to do that consistently so the dust doesn't build up and I vaccum."

"Did.. not know that about you," her eyes widened.

"There's a lot we could learn about each other," he replied still focused on that wall. Melanie thought about it. Picking up his microfiber cloth, she inspected it before carrying it to the blinds on the window next to the balcony and wiping them down. Silently, the two continued to clean until the place was right by Ron's standards.

"I think we did it," Ron sighed looking around for something else to clean and finding nothing.

"I'd say we did.. We make a good team."

"Who'd have ever thought.."

"You're being rude," Melanie pointed.

"Reflex," he smirked. "You're absolutely right. We worked very well together. This just goes to show we can be civil."

Melanie nodded carrying the bucket of used water into the bathroom to empty it into the spotless toilet bowl. "So what were you planning to do today," she asked noticing Ron from her peripheral vision. It looked like he'd found the bathroom doorknob to polish. He closed the door and the light flipped off. "..Ron?"

"Don't talk," he whispered close to her ear. She shivered as his lips landed on her neck, his arms around her waist. Her body buckled and he caught her bringing her carefully to the floor. She was silent as he pulled off her joggers and her red and white panties. In the dark, she could still make out his silhouette and his eyes looking up at her. She lifted her leg high as he parted her thighs, her ankle bumping the sink. His tongue explored her center eagerly as she laid cramped in the floor shifting to make herself comfortable. Suddenly he stopped, sitting up. "Thought this would be sexy, but I underestimated the fact that my bathroom is small as hell."

A moment of silence passed before they both started to chuckle, that turning into snickers. "Ah shit," Ron sighed standing to flip the light back on and help Melanie up from the cold floor.

"We can do it on the floor in the kitchen.. It's clean enough to eat of off," Melanie shrugged to Ron's humor.

"NO," he stated firmly. "Let's just do this the right way and have sex in the bed. That way we're both comfortable and you're the only one who has to worry about back pains later."

Melanie's eyes widened before narrowing when she caught his meaning. "I like the sound of that," she puckered walking backward into his bedroom as he followed her closely, his eyes trained solely on hers. Based on the print she felt when he laid her down, getting on top of her, she knew he wasn't one for empty statements. She wrapped her arm around his neck, pushing her way on top and he flipped her back underneath him with a ferocity, his tongue on her neck again followed up by his teeth, stealing her breath.

•

The catfish were cleaned and frying. The potatoes were boiling. The greens were cooking. Kera checked her emails and danced while her music played. Some bounce music. She planned to run to SunTrust and Macy's after Sunday dinner. Then she saw Marquis with his denim jacket and his shoes on, keys jingling as if he were going somewhere.

"Where you going baby? You ain't gone eat?"

"Huh? Oh I'm a eat it when I get back I promise," Marquis winked leaning in to kiss her cheek.

"So I guess it's just Erik and I sitting here with all this good food," Kera frowned with a hand on her hip.

"Erik coming over here? Tonight?" He turned around like she figured he would. He was getting real transparent whereas she hadn't originally seen his jealousy. He'd always appeared so confident.

"Yes. I invited him yesterday."

"You invited him," he pointed.

"Yes. Is that a problem?"

"Nah. It ain't a problem..." Checking his phone, he frowned. "I got a message, lemme see what this is talking about..." He turned around heading to the couch and Kera rolled her eyes. She peeled the potatoes and chopped them before starting her dressing to mix them in. Her potato salad was legend in her family for a reason, she put a lot into them. Kera continued to cook to her music and when she was done, the catfish out of the grease and resting, she walked to the couch taking a seat directly next to Marquis.

"I thought you had someplace to go."

"Yeah, I did. I was going to go kick it with Ron but he canceled on me."

"Oh really. Next time you'd think i

I'd be involved in the plans like I typically am," Kera deadpanned. If there was anything she hated, it was a liar. 

"We didn't ask you to come this time because we had grown man plans and shit to discuss."

"Grown.. man.. plans....," Kera frowned confused by his meaning. "I'm a keep it real with ya chief, that sounds ridiculous, but gone have ya little boys only time.."

"See you taking it wrong."

"How else I'm posed to take this, Marquis? You starting to leave me a lil too much now and I don't like that."

"Come here," he gestured for Kera to lean her head onto his chest. He wrapped his arm around her snugly. "I'm staying with you tonight."

"Duh! Because Ron canceled! I'm your back-up."

"You're never my back-up, always a priority."

Kera looked up through her lashes at his bearded chin before looking ahead with a light sigh. Somehow she still doubted that. "I'm going to the restroom," she announced jumping up.

Marquis answered the door when Erik knocked minutes later, stepping aside to slap and grab Erik's hand. "Sup, E?"

"What's good Quis?"

"Glad to have you over."

"Glad to be here."

"Them flowers in your hand for me?" Marquis' brow raised.

"They're for the home, it's rude to come empty-handed."

"BESTIE," Kera nearly ran from the bathroom to meet Erik, immediately spotting the beautiful red vase in his hand. Her face cracked into a smile. "You brought flowers? They're so beautiful! I'm putting these on the table. Come on, we waited for you."

"And damn if I'm not hungry."

Following Kera and his nose, he found the kitchen which was decorated in red. Looking at all the food, he hummed in approval before taking a seat at the table where his hosts stood.

"I'll say the prayer," Kera announced watching them lower their heads. "Lord thank you for this meal today. Bless this food for the nourishment of our bodies. Bless the hands that prepared it. May no illness find its way in. And Lord, bestow safe traveling mercies to Erik on his way home. Amen."

"Amen," both men agreed.

Marquis snapped his head up, hitting the table with his palm. "Let's eat."

Kera served them both and herself, sitting to enjoy the meal she'd prepared.

"So you graduate this year," Marquis stated collecting a healthy forkful of greens. "That's good, I'm looking forward to starting my doctorate program in fall."

"Yeah, it's a lot of work, but nothing we ain't used to."

Erik bit into the catfish on his fork as Marquis nodded slowly, maintaining strong eye contact as he chewed. Erik fought the urge to smile in response. He was under Marquis' skin. "You good bro," Erik's brows rose.

"Yeah. So Erik.. how'd it go with that young lady at the bowling alley, you link with her yet?" He sipped from his glass of sweet tea and Erik shrugged lightly.

"Nah."

"Oh, not yet? Well what about that chick at the rink last week. I heard about that one," Marquis blew through his lips as if it were a steamy story.

"Nah," Erik replied unbothered.

"Ohh, well you still got the chick from the pool hall. Remember she was all up on you when y-"

"We get it," Kera sighed, her eyes closed.

"I'm only asking because I know a girl who would be interested in going out with him if he would try it out. A blind date," Marquis pointed. Kera rolled her eyes.

"He's not into relationships, I already asked when I offered to hook him up at the bowling alley yesterday. I was gonna put him with Dasia."

"Oh yeaah," Marquis' eyes widened. "She's cute. You oughtta get on that," he gestured to Erik.

"She's not a prostitute," Kera's lips tightened in irritation. "...and neither is he, leave him alone."

"It's cool," Erik sighed. "It's all about finding the right person. It's more difficult for some than it is for others. I'm just glad y'all found each other," he nodded with a smile. "That's worth celebrating. True love is hard."

Marquis nodded soaking it in before sighing gently. Looking to his glass, he raised it taking a sip. "True that..," his brows raised. "Cheers to that real true love."

"Cheers," Erik nodded as he and Kera raised their glasses to sip.

•

Melanie laid in the bed next to Ron as he breathed in and out slowly and quietly. She was watching him from up close, his eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful despite the monster he'd just been. She'd been staring at him for the past ten minutes.. wondering what had possessed him. Her leg was over his and her hand was on his chest. After another minute, she couldn't fight it anymore. She tucked her head under his chin and got as close as she could to snuggle.

"..And this is the true you," he muttered catching her off guard. He appeared to be sleeping, but it wasn't the case. "All you needed was a little love."

"Shut up," she whispered.

His arm wrapped firmly around her back and she thought of protesting, but when he squeezed her even more tightly, she fully relaxed closing her eyes.

•

"Dinner was good, thank you," Erik smiled giving Kera a hug before grabbing Marquis' hand and following up with a one-armed hug.

"You know what man, come back anytime."

Kera looked briefly to Marquis in surprise before beaming a smile at Erik.

"Thanks. Y'all welcomed over anytime too, just call first," he winked causing Marquis' chest to jump in humor.

"You got it, E."

Once Erik left, Marquis recieved a call causing Kera to pause wondering who it was.  He didn't answer it, quickly denying the call instead dropping the phone into his pocket.

"Who's that," Kera asked.

His brows went high as he paused. "..Uh, it." He shook his head. "Nobody."

It was odd behavior, but it wasn't the first time he'd done that with the phone recently. It was probably the third. Kera's forehead creased as she stared at him before walking away.

Marquis immediately pulled his phone and checked it before slipping it back into his pocket. "Baby I'm going out for a bit. Going to Walmart. You need anything?"

Kera sighed. "...No."

"I'll be back alright?"

"I hear you," she replied dryly.

•

A knock on the front door came causing both Ron and Melanie's eyelids to pop open.

"Ron," a choice called.

"Who's that," Melanie sat up to listen, her hand in Ron's face.

"Don't know.."

"Rooon," the voice sang.

"Nevaeh," Melanie whispered jumping up with Ron right behind her re-making the bed in triple-time. Melanie scooted to the bathroom and scouted for her underwear, wiggling back into them and her joggers. Her Iron Maiden shirt was on the floor in the bedroom along with her bra. Meanwhile, Ron was jumping into his shorts and pulling on his t-shirt. He took a glance back at Melanie sitting innocently on the couch before opening the door.

Nevaeh pushed past him walking in and froze when she saw Melanie sitting on the couch.

"Since... when..," she pointed between the two in confusion, "How... When did you two start.. hanging out?..."

"Today," Melanie blurted. "We got through our issues, we're friends now."

Nevaeh blinked looking back to Ron who nodded once in confirmation.

"Well I'll be damned," Nevaeh exclaimed. "It's about time.. I'm glad to hear it."

"So... what's up," Ron asked and Nevaeh started to dump her relationship issues all over the living room where he'd cleaned.

"Can you believe he said he didn't want me to meet his mom? What does that mean," she demanded in a panic.

"Well it could mean he doesn't really like you but I don't think that's the case here. I think he just doesn't want to bring you around their energy maybe for your sake. Maybe he knows them better than you do."

"But I wanna meet them, I don't care how they act."

"You'll care when they call you ugly and try to make him break up with you. Not that that would happen, but it's a possibility if he's trying to protect you from them."

"I still wanna meet them though.. what you think," Nevaeh asked Melanie who was listening to the whole thing.

"I agree with what Ron said. Dion could just be trying to spare you from a fucked up family. He seems like he really likes you so I don't think it's anything bad."

"Y'all fuckin?" Nevaeh's head tilted causing their heads to jolt before she laughed. "No, it's just I'm not used to y'all agreeing on anything. "

Melanie frowned. "...It's a first time for everything."

•

As weeks progressed, Kera began to get more and more fed up with what she saw in Ron coming to light. He'd stopped lowkey tripping over Erik, but he was still just as secretive over that phone of his. Then he made one grave mistake that had Kera on the phone with Zekia, going off.

"No he did not," she exclaimed.

"He did! Yes the fuck he did! I'm looking at this shit now. He got a bag of lingerie sitting right here in his trunk, receipt says since last week and he ain't said shit to me. I ain't gotten them. I wear a 32B and this bra is an A cup. These panties for a girl with no ass. I'm small but I ain't that damn small, Kia."

"You know he was fucking with that Korean girl before you.. she was flat as a damn board."

"I know, that's what he like! He want 'em small and stick boney so he can toss em around. I'm too wide! I got too much fuckin hips for this lil shit. Uh-uh!"

"What are you gonna do?"

Kera sighed. "I don't know."

"Think about it. Whatever you decide let me know!"

"Mhm," Kera muttered looking at the 2 sets of lingerie as she hung up. They were hidden well, she'd almost never seen them. "Can't believe this shit," she mumbled putting it back as she found it.

It happened that she was still near home when Erik called her phone asking if he could drop by. She swung back by the apartment meeting him there.

"You look upset," he said on sight as she let him in. She bet she did. She was still pissed from before.

"Mhm," she muttered. "But that's neither here nor there, what's up with you?"

"You look pissed," Erik stared, his eyes wide.

"I am."

"At me?" He looked concerned.

Kera squinted. "Why would I be mad at you? No, I'm pissed at this nigga who obviously don't know who the hell I am. Stupid ass, je dois le gifler. Ce n'est pas moi. Il vaut mieux essayer cette merde avec une chienne différente-"

"Whoa, what he do," Erik interjected.

"He's cheating on me, think I'm stupid."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I know, I'm not dumb."

Erik put his hands up. "You're not dumb. Catch me up, what happened to make you think he's cheating on you?"

"You want me to map it out? Okay he don't fuck me anymore like he used to, it's blaaand," she dragged. "He be hiding his phone. Women calling all times of the night and he walk in the living room to take the calls thinking I'm sleep. I can't see his messages. He be leaving not wanting to say where he's going. On top of that, I just found lingerie in his car, hidden, and it ain't mine."

Erik's eyes never returned to normal size as he listened. "Damn....," he muttered. "Alright.. maybe the lingerie was yours but he got the wrong size."

"No. He knows what size I wear and if he were confused he could've just looked through my shit it's right there. He could've asked."

"Shit...," Erik sighed.

"What size would you guess I am," she asked holding out her arms.

"Uh.. you wear a small. Size 0 up top maybe a 4 at the bottom in women's. B cup... yeah, you got ass though."

"See! You know and we ain't even together. Tell me how he wouldn't know that?"

Erik shook his head. "I can't." 

"Exactly! That's okay though. Let's talk about you, what's up?"

"Honestly I just wanted to talk to you... I was in the area and remembered the invitation to stop by anytime."

"Yeah, I'm glad you're here actually.. now that I think of it," she said taking out her phone as he made himself comfortable on the couch.

"Oh? Why's that?"

"You can be the judge of this bullshit when I call him."

Erik balled his lips in humor trying to keep it in. Kera had a temper and could be hotheaded, but it was endearing and a plus rather than a negative to her personality. Her phone was on speaker and after a few rings, Marquis' voice answered.

"Sup," he whispered.

"Marquis where you at?"

"What you mean? I'm just.. I'll be back in a few hours."

"Uh-uh. Where are you? Say my name."

"Kera," he whispered."I gotta go."

"Nah, not Kera. Say baby, Marquis. Talk that sweet shit you be tryna speak at home."

"I'll call you on my way," he whispered hanging up. Kera's face frowned and she nodded in a way that told Erik she was on another level of done. When she looked at him, he shook his head, his eyes still wide.

"This dumbass nigga," she whispered.

"Foolish," Erik threw in seeing his chance appear.

"I'm a good woman. I cook, clean, bring in money. I have ambition. I'm smart."

"You beautiful, funny, educated, sexy, talented, responsible, versatile, strong. Assertive, you don't take no shit. Throw down in a kitchen.."

"Right..," Kera blinked.

"You way too good to play background in somebody else's life. You need someone who's gonna put you first and understand that you talk big but you're sensitive. You need quality time. You wanna be held. You wanna be spoiled with affection like the queen you are. You deserve every bit of that. Someone who's gonna support you fully and lift you high, earn your trust and affection."

"..Yeah," Kera breathed, watching him carefully as he watched her.

"Mhm I know," he nodded. "Hopefully someone who knows you like your steak medium well, cajun is your favorite cuisine next to Jamaican, you can't tolerate the cold, you eat your weight in orange tic tacs, you like to dance to make yourself feel more like your ideal self, you secretly wish you'd studied dance instead of journalism, and your favorite color is red. They'd definitely need to know that."

Kera licked her lips looking down at his as he mirrored her.

"Just as I'd hope whoever you ended up with would know you like to sleep in the nude, you like spicy everything, you hate country and bluegrass, you're actually bad at trying to rap. You like to stare at clouds and walk out in the rain without a jacket. You chew Five Gum but only because you never remember the little white lifesavers exist. Your favorite color is yellow.. but if anyone asks you'll say black," she smirked. He seemed lost for words, his eyes trained on hers as she smiled.

"...You know I only... said that I slept nude because I wanted you to picture it."

"Oh I pictured it," she grinned. "Every night as I'd touch myself."

"FUCK...."

"Mhm," Kera hummed crossing the distance to sit on Erik's lap. He chuckled soundlessly, nervous as he looked at her.

"...Did you know I was feeling you in grad?"

"WHAT?" Her eyes got big as she sat bolt straight. "WHY YOU AIN'T TELL ME!??"

Erik shrugged. "I was stupid.... then when we graduated, I swore I'd tell you. Told Marquis," he said looking in her eyes for her to put it together.

"Oh damn," she whispered. "And he just..."

"You said yes, I ain't wanna fuck that up."

"You should've fucked it up," she frowned.

"I'm fuckin it up now." Gripping her thighs, he secured her legs around his waist as he stood, bouncing her to move his hands to her ass. "You gone cheat on your nigga for me?"

"Fuck it up, E."

He snorted as he dropped her on her bed. "You sure?" Before she could reply, he was stripping off his clothes.

"Fuck it up," she repeated watching him, his growing grin causing her to. He touched his nose to hers briefly before pulling at the hem of her shirt. It was one of Marquis' old beaters that had shrunk. He pulled off her jeans, tugging until they came all the way off. His hands roamed her skin as if it were braille and he were trying to read it.

Eyes sparkling, he flipped her onto her stomach, her feet on the floor. "You got condoms?"

"In the drawer," she pointed. "We stopped using them since I'm on birth control."

"Gotchu, gotchu," he whispered putting on the condom. It was snug around his tip and squeezing. More snug than he was used to. "...You got some bigger condoms?" Kera had to look back to see what he was going on about. Her eyes widened when she saw.

"Nah, that's it for the condoms..."

Erik stood idly wondering if he should just go raw. His tests were clean afterall. "If you're wondering.. I get tested regularly. My shit clean.."

"Mine too."

"...You wanna..."

"Fuck the condom."

"Yesss," he groaned snatching it off and dropping it on the floor. Dropping to his knees, he pulled down her purple panties moving her to her knees on the bed. He was greeted with the sight of her naked pussy exposed under her round perfect ass, peaks of pink showing through invitingly. Grabbing her cheeks he squeezed and slapped them to make them wobble a bit, showing more of that glorious pink.

"Mmm," she moaned lightly.

"I ain't even touch you yet," he smiled. "Move it for me." Her ass began to move as she began to twerk, nothing hidden to his eye. He dove in without trepidation pleased to hear her gasp.

Starting with her asscheek which he slurped on like a grapefruit before moving to the other, he left wet kisses everywhere. His fingers rubbed her lips petting them gently before he planted his face to suck them up with his lips feeling her hips buck against him. He did it twice more slurping as if eating noodles. She was already that wet. His tongue slid up and down before focusing on her clit and flicking. Once he heard the sounds she made, he sucked, his lips smacking.

"Hmmmm," she breathed unsteadily, the sound of her ragged breaths encouraging him to suck some more. When her breathing came faster, he slowly inserted finger and then another, pumping his fingers quickly against that familiar fleshy spot.

"Oooh," she moaned sharply as she clenched. He didn't stop and she cried out again. "Whooo!" He started to say me baby, that's who. "Shitshit!..UH.."

Slipping his fingers out, they were glossy past the 2nd knuckle. He slapped her ass twice as she clenched, once hard on each cheek before putting his fingers back in and pumping for her orgasm. He could feel her coming.

"This ain't shit," he muttered, shocked by how sensitive her body was. "Go head, cum." Rubbing her clit, his fingers pumped inside. He withdrew his fingers once more to slap each of her asscheeks hard before replacing his fingers.

"UHHHH!" She came followed by a high pitched whimper and her thighs tensed, her ass cheeks jumping.

"Shiiit," he muttered as he watched her cum on his fingers. "He ain't been in this..."

"Not like this," she said breathily.

"Fuck.. he don't make you cum like this?"

"Mm-mm."

"Mmm, but you like the way I touch you," he whispered stroking his dick behind her.

"Hell yea," she chuckled. Unknowingly, she was feeding his kink.

"Fuck," Erik muttered pushing inside of her as far as his tip. Planting a hand on her lower back, he ran the other up her spine wrapping his fingers around her neck, squeezing it lightly as he pulled her ass against his hips and thrusted with small movements letting his dick do the work in her. Her body melted in his hands and he continued to stroke her sliding a bit deeper, a little faster, and then a bit more after that.

"You like that, bitch," he tried out, ready to change up if she didn't.

"Yes.. yes.. yessss," she moaned. "This dick is so thiiickkk.. oh my god."

"Yeah baby? Mmm.. Come get it. Throw that ass, whore," he toyed playfully with a smirk. Almost instantly, Kera began to throw it back. "Fuck.. Look at you taking that thick dick. That pussy eating it," he whispered as she fucked him. Kera was in heaven, stuffed with his thick pole and then he took control.. that was then she lost hers.

"Daddy," she cried as her ass bounced off of him, clapping on his skin, pussy soaked and full of thick dick.

"Queen," he replied. His grip on her neck tightened and her mouth popped open as he licked her jaw, his tongue desperate to taste her again. Her palms were on her bed, body shaking from the force of his. Her face screwed and her eyes rolled.

"Kiss me," Erik panted engrossed in everything that was Kera. Turning her head, she allowed his tongue to violate her willing mouth as she moaned.

"I'm gonna cu-," she whispered cut off by Erik's low voice in her ear.

"That nigga ain't shit, is he? Tell me he ain't shit.."

"Who ain't shit?"

"Marquis, daddy," she whimpered.

"I'm daddy now."

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Mafia BTS! Reaction to you treating them to a sweet of your country (Maknae Line)

This was a request by @min-t-posts

I did some searching for this one. I hope you like this, love. Here you go :)

[The hyung line imagine has been posted already, here's the link: Mafia BTS! Reaction to you treating them to a sweet of your country (Hyung Line) ]

Park Jimin:

Jimin smiled slightly as he made his way to his car. Finally, he could go home to you. As he was about to start the car, the back doors of his car were opened. He turned to see Yoongi and Namjoon getting in. The car was silent as they all stared at each other. "Are you waiting for us to give you a manual on how to drive a car?" Yoongi said as he raised an eyebrow. "No, I'm waiting for you to tell me why are you in my car? And also why are you dressed so weirdly?" Jimin frowned as he asked the two men seated in the back seat. He was referring to Yoongi's torso which seemed to be covered in white bandages and Namjoon's black Cape and the blood dripping down his chin which obviously looked fake.

"So you're telling us that you don't know about your girlfriend's Halloween get-together?" Namjoon asked, completely surprised at Jimin's cluelessness. Jimin's eyes widened as he recalled you telling him about how you wanted to celebrate Halloween. Jimin cursed as he started the car. "Oh and she also said she won't let us in if we aren't in costume." Namjoon added, making Jimin sigh. Jimin felt guilty that he wasn't able to help you. He was so busy in dealing with a betrayer that he didn't acknowledge your excitement at all.

"It's okay, you can go as our driver. Anyway that's exactly what you're doing." Yoongi's voice piped up, making Jimin glare at him while Namjoon let out a low laugh. Soon enough, Jimin's mansion came into view. Parking the car in the driveway, he thought of ways to make it up to you. The three men entered the house to find the rest of the members already there. The dining table had a number of dishes, ready to be consumed. The house had been decorated to meet up with the spooky idea of Halloween. Jimin felt hands cover his eyes from behind. He was startled but he smiled, knowing it was you. He took your hand and pulled you infront of him. His eyes lit up with adoration when he saw you in the costume of a bride. He was at a loss of words.

"You're late." You pouted. He cupped your face and smothered you in kisses. "Does that make up for being late?" He said, leaning his forehead against yours. You giggled and nodded. Grabbing his hand, you led him to the dining table where everyone was seated. Seeing everyone eating and enjoying the food made you happy. You'd been cooking since the morning. "I'm sorry you had to do this alone." Jimin hugged you from behind. You took a plate with a slice of pumpkin pie in it and turned to Jimin. "First, tell me how this is." You took a spoonful of the pie and fed it to him.

"I think I'm gonna get diabetes from all this sweetness!" Jin complained as he looked at the two of you. You looked away, embarrassed. "Oh too bad then, you can't have this pie because let me tell you, this is freaking delicious!" Jimin moaned as he took another bite. "Hey Y/N, he isn't in a costume. Shouldn't you be doing something about that?" Taehyung pointed out. Jimin froze, waiting to see what you would do. You hummed as you placed your hands on your hips. You narrowed your eyes at him, "No more pie for you!" You snatched the plate from him. Jimin turned to Taehyung, only to find him smirking. "You're dead." He threatened as the both of them started running around the house, making everyone laugh.

Kim Taehyung:

It was a Sunday morning, which meant you could spend your entire day with Taehyung. You had woken up early for some reason. Seeing that your boyfriend was still asleep, you decided to get ready for the day. After quickly taking a shower and putting on some warm clothes, you went to the kitchen. You wanted to make coffee but to your luck, there was no coffee at home. You didn't wanna wake your sleeping boyfriend, so you decided to get it yourself.

Taehyung woke up to an empty space where you slept. He frowned as he looked around the room. He listened closely to any noise coming from the bathroom. Upon hearing none, he went downstairs to check the rest of the house. Not being able to find you anywhere, he called you but as soon as he heard your ringtone coming from the kitchen, he started getting worried. The first thought coming to his mind was that maybe you ran away. But why would you do that? Hadn't you been happy these days? Hadn't Taehyung given you everything you could possibly want? Anger surged through him as he called everyone to search for you. Unfortunately, you had left your phone at home so you couldn't be tracked either. After about half an hour, Taehyung's attention turned to the entrance of the house. The door slowly opened as you entered, holding a few bags in your hand. Taehyung's eyes widened as he saw you casually walk in and place the bags on the kitchen table.

"Do you mind telling me where you went?" He asked, his voice a bit harsh. You turned to face him. "Oh you're awake. I just went to get some stuff. We were out of coffee." You smiled and shrugged. Taehyung mentally face palmed himself. He had literally sent out everyone to find you because he thought you ran away but here you were. Wordlessly, he pulled you into a tight hug. You froze because of his sudden display of affection but gradually hugged him back. "Don't ever think of leaving me, do you understand?" He whispered to you. You frowned. Why would you do that? You adored how he cared so much about you. "Never." You replied. Pulling away, you went to find something in one of the bags. "So I found some egg waffles on the way!" You grinned as you pulled out the package. Taehyung raised his eyebrows, as if to ask you 'what are those?'. You stared at him, completely baffled. "Are you serious? You don't know what that is?" You asked. He shook his head. Was he supposed to know?

You quickly unwrapped the packaging and handed him one waffle. Hesitantly, he took a bite. His expression turned from confused to delighted in an instant. "Maybe I should let you go out so you can get me this again and again." He nodded as he took another bite. You laughed and went to grab a waffle for yourself. "You know, I thought you ran away. I still have to call everyone to let them know you're back." Taehyung said, walking closer to you. "What?!" You asked, a bit too loudly. "Yeah, just like I'm about to, with your waffle!" He rushed his sentence as he snatched your waffle and ran away. You chased him as you started regretting your decision of giving him the egg waffles, knowing that you won't be getting it back.

Jeon Jungkook:

You had been upset for the past few days. You felt homesick. You missed your hometown. But you couldn't leave Jungkook, not that you had a choice anyway. He was super protective of you. He would try and keep you as close to him as possible. Jungkook had noticed your behaviour but he chose not to talk about it. He knew it would end up in an argument. He was not gonna let you go anywhere. But lately, you had started giving him the silent treatment. He didn't like it one bit but at the same time, he didn't want to make you behave by scaring you. He loved it when you were genuine with him. After thinking of multiple things that he could do to cheer you up, he decided that he was gonna make your favourite dessert. So he searched up the recipe, got the ingredients and started his work when you were busy reading a book in your bedroom.

You hated being away from Jungkook. You felt bad for ignoring him but you thought it was the only way to get him to let you leave for a few days. Since it wasn't working, you decided to stop it. Maybe if you asked him to come with you, he would agree. Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard a loud crash followed by a number of profanities. Keeping your book down, you hurried to see what your boyfriend was doing. On reaching the kitchen, you saw him standing in the middle of broken glasses and what seemed like cocoa powder to you. His eyes were shut as his jaw clenched.

"Are you okay?" Your voice startled him. He opened his eyes to find you looking at him, your eyes filled with worry and concern. He was so happy that you finally talked to him, even if it was just a question. "I'm fine. Go back to your reading, Y/N." He said, bending down to pick up the pieces of broken glass. Ignoring what he said, you started to help him. He sighed in frustration. "You're going to hurt yourself." He warned you. "Will you just tell me what you were doing?" You asked, irritated that he was talking to you so coldly. Sure, his words displayed otherwise but you knew he was being a little harsh. After giving you a small glare, he finally started telling you what he was doing. Your heart clenched, you felt horrible for treating him that way. You quickly hugged him and told him to go clean up. He nodded and left the kitchen. You decided to complete what he left behind.

Jungkook took a quick shower and made his way back to you. You had just finished making the brigadeiros. You smiled and patted yourself on the back for the good work. You saw Jungkook standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, a small smile on his lips. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go ahead and taste it!" You pointed to the chocolate balls on the tray. He took one and ate it, his eyes on you the entire time. You blushed under his gaze. Suddenly, a moan left his mouth making your eyes widen. His face twisted into pleasure, the pleasure that you get from food, okay?

"This is good, baby. This is damn good!" He said, eating another one. You chuckled softly and leaned on the counter. Jungkook walked closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist after finishing the chocolate treat.

"I hate when you're upset with me." He whispered, leaning his forehead against yours. "Me too." You whispered back, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed you, pulling you closer. Eventually, you broke the kiss. "Wait, I think you tasted exactly like the chocolate I just had. I guess I'll have to kiss you again, just to be sure." He teased you. You laughed and tried to push him away before he kissed you again.

I'm pretty sure I made this imagine into something it wasn't. But hope you like it. If anything was mentioned incorrectly, please do tell me. Enjoy.

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I Have a Son

It bothers me more that I cannot remember when I forgot my son's name than that I have forgotten it at all. I guess sometimes, screaming out into the house: Isaac. Benjamin. William. Edward. Aloysius. Aloysius.

Who names their child Aloysius?

Perhaps I did. I could have. I could have named him anything. Any word that I do not remember could be his name and I think of the many words that I cannot remember, but as each one springs to mind I know it cannot be right, because there remains a nameless, son-shaped shadow in my mind.

No matter how often I call out for him he does not come to me or answer. And what child would? What son would come to a father who can only bellow out "boy" or "son" or "you there?" What sensible child would answer a man screaming out into an empty house, "Is anybody there?"

Of course somebody is there. My son is there. And the house is not empty. It can’t be empty.

*

We arrived in my beat-up, wheezing two-door on a cold, clear night in early Spring and even my breath had sharp edges. I lifted him from the back seat where he’d fallen asleep and carried him up the hill toward the three-story farm house of red brick and old windows laid in by hand. The house had stood on this hill for more than two hundred years, had seen all its land parceled away to farmers with means. Halfway up the hill my son woke and I set him down so that we climbed hand in hand, my steps matching his sleepy ones. All of the windows in the house were dark, and I was not sure if the lights would work or if there would be heat. On the drive I told him stories about building a real fire and as we walked up the hill I said that perhaps we will sleep in front of one tonight, like settlers I said, like pioneers.

"Are we home, Daddy?"

"We're home, son."

"That's good."

"Hey, can you tell me your name?"

He laughed. "You're silly, Daddy."

I look down at him, but his face is hidden by his hat and I am about to tilt his chin up so that I might see him when…

...I am dragged from the dream as if I sleep in tar, the tangled sheets clutching around me like fingers and vines and tentacles. Something woke me up other than the dream, some sound and it may have been footsteps in the hallway beyond the door. Small ones wearing, I think, sneakers. Maybe that pair of Vans I got him, a link between his childhood and mine. Before we got to the house he liked to ask me what shoes I was wearing, hoping that he could put his on and we could match.

"I'm a skater, daddy."

"As soon as you're old enough we're getting you a board."

And you're right, kiddo, daddy is silly. Very silly. Daddy is so silly he can remember what sneakers you wear but he can't remember your name, not even when he's dreaming. I get out of bed and dress, my leather jacket as cold as the window I lay my hand against to the check the temperature. It is early and the lawn and fields behind the house, the pasture of the cattle farm next door are blue with early spring frost and dawn-filtered light.

"Are you there?" I call out as I walk down the spiraling back stairs toward the kitchen and the back door. "Hello? Son?"

Was that laughter or were those cars driving past? Were those steps or was it birdsong? Did he answer me or was that a cow lowing from the far pasture?

The fields behind the house and to either side are fallow now. Corn one year, soybeans another but I have contributed to growing neither. I sit in the house now, looking out the window, a man whose family bought a castle on land that belongs to other men. I walk toward the sunrise on a dirt and gravel road with empty fields to both sides and a bit of red flashes against a stand of trees, a fox after a mouse perhaps.

I saw a fox once when I was a boy. Dead though. Walking here with my father and a farmer with a black Chevy pickup had just killed one nearby, said it was after his chickens. I saw the fox, its tongue extended and very dead, its shit soiling the bed of the truck.

"Where's your farm?" My father had asked.

"Nearby."

"That so? Don’t remember any chicken farms nearby."

The farm puffed up his chest and leaned toward my father.

"Ya'll live in that house down yonder?"

"That's right."

"City folk, huh?" He said and swaggered back to his truck, the slender rifle he'd used to kill the fox slung over a shoulder. The exchange had the feeling of a contest that my father had lost somehow. Hunter, my father, the fox had lost, dead in the back of a pickup truck without even a little prey’s blood around his muzzle to show for it.

Standing on this gravel road now, I decide to walk to the tree line but when I step onto the field a sheet of black rushes up from the grass, a thunder of sound and shrieking blots out the sky and the dawn and the forest behind. It blots out the fox and the memory and it blots out me, it blots out my son with his forgotten name. The shadow swallow the moon and any moment, wave-like, it will fall upon me where I stand, gap-mouthed in the early dawn. But as it shrieks and rises, it separates and I can see that the is sun still rising between its wings.

Wings. Birds.

Starlings. Hundreds nesting in the tallish grass of the field. Starlings. Only starlings.

I watch and listen as they fly around and shout at me. You're city folk, ain't ya? Yes. I am. No. We are. We are city folk. My son and I, we live in the house.

Am I speaking to the starlings? What sort of man talks to birds?

The sort who can't remember his son's name, I guess.

*

At home I find a bowl of oatmeal gone cold and crusted hard on the kitchen table, a clean spoon beside it. I push my fingers against the oatmeal now rough like sandstone. It must have been sitting here for some time, months or a year. I am sure it was not on the table when I'd gone for my walk just now. In the sink under the running faucet I stab at it with the spoon and spark up chips of dried oatmeal. I leave it to soak in the cold water.

Cold water. I try the hot water tap. Nothing.

I had put on the boiler. I remember going into the basement when my son and I arrived and turning it on, and the thundering chug and whoosh of flame as it stuttered to life after months of inactivity. The last time I'd been here was September and now it was March.

We.

We'd not been here since September.

Us.

There had been an early fall snap to the air, but I was reluctant to turn on the heat for just one night.

"Let’s sleep in front of the fire." I told him. "Go get all the sheets off your bed.

"Mom says that dangerous."

"It'll be fine. You'll see. But maybe don't tell her about this."

He'd laughed. "Daddy's gonna get in trouble."

"Not if you don't tell her. Want to hear a story?"

I read him stories all night until he fell asleep and just before I dropped off myself, I made sure the safety cage was tight and in place. The flames made his face look peaceful, burnished like something adorning a plaza in the wake of a victory or a liberation.

*

It's a beautiful morning with a slight chill when the car pulls up the driveway and stops beside mine. A woman gets out and walks toward the back door where I sip my coffee looking out through the screen. She says my name as she approaches, and she looks relieved. I wave because it’s the polite thing to do, but I don't know who she is.

"You have to come home." She tells me, standing on the other side of the screen.

"Would you like to come in?"

"No, I would not like to come in. You have to come home."

"But I am home. I mean, we are home. My son and I."

"You can’t be… Look, just please come home. I'll drive you."

I shook my head. "We have to stay here."

"But I love you, you can't stay here. Can't…"

"Who are you?"

"Who am I? Please don't do this to us."

"What's his name?"

"What did you just say?"

"What is my son's name? Do you know us? If you know us you must know my son's name."

She stares a me for several seconds and then her jaw drops wide and there is black in the back of her throat, black like hundreds of rising starlings, black like the shape in my head where my son's name should be. She screams it at me, but her impossibly wide mouth is just a shape of silence while the chords stand out in her neck. There is force in this shout and I can even feel the wind from her lungs, the wind of that name screamed around my head, but I can hear nothing.

Still she screams…

…and again I am ripped from sleep, battling sheets damp with sweat. I can hear the sound of plastic wheels on a hallway floor. I can hear a little boy's voice.

Vroom. Vroom.

He is playing truck.

She said that I have to come home, but I am home. We are home. My son and I are home.

Vroom. Vroom.

It is very dark.

"Son? Why aren't you in bed?" I walk out of the bedroom to sharp pain in my right foot and I stumble up against the wall. My toe is bleeding, cut on the grill of a large yellow toy truck sitting in the middle of the hallway. I pick it up and put it on a shelf downstairs. It was his favorite truck, this is something that I know, that I remember.

I know that his favorite truck is called a Tonka. I know its name, but I do not know his.

*

If he insists on walking around the house at night, I wish he'd learn to pick up his toys. Three mornings in a row now I have tripped over that yellow truck, but no matter how many times I put it away it is in the hallway for my toes to find in the morning.

"Son? Aren't you hungry? Don't you want some breakfast?"

I tap the bowl of oatmeal on the table with the spoon next to it like he is a cat, but he doesn't answer. I don't even hear the rumble of his footsteps.

"Son? Breakfast?"

The oatmeal will stay on the table then, it is already cold. I even sprinkled cinnamon onto it, his favorite. I turn toward the stove to clean out the pot I prepared his breakfast in, but it's not there and the stove is cold. I must have turned it off right after the oatmeal had finished cooking. Throwing on my jacket I go for a walk in the field behind the house. The foxes and starlings are not there. He just needs his space, then he'll come down to breakfast. He wants to be alone and that's okay, a boy needs time for his own thoughts. If you knew his name, I thought, he might come to breakfast.

What sort of father cannot even remember his own son's name to call him to breakfast?

It's no wonder his oatmeal has grown cold.

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I take his yellow truck to bed with me, throwing my arm around it while I sleep so that there's no way it can be in the hallway for me to trip over tomorrow. He'll just have to find something else to play with. A small hope flutters within me that he will come into my room to ask for it back and then we can play together, rolling it up and down the hallways.

Vroom. Vroom.

Maybe he can help me remember some of the words that I have forgotten and maybe one of those words will be his name.

Vroom Vroom.

In the morning I still have the truck and "Tonka" is embossed into the soft skin of my inner arm like I have been branded. I carry the truck downstairs and set it on the table next to the bowl of oatmeal.

"Son. Breakfast." I call into the empty house. No. Not empty. The house is not empty. We are here. We are here and his breakfast is getting cold on the table.

Vroom. Vroom.

It comes from the basement, this sound. He must have another truck because I can hear its little plastic wheels on the stone floor. I open the door and am met with black, black like a sheet of starling rising from a field, black like the inside of that screaming woman's mouth, black like shapes of all the words that I cannot remember.

"Son? Are you there? Come on up and eat your breakfast."

Vroom Vroom.

I can hear the wheels of the truck, I can hear him playing. "Do you want me to turn on the light?"

Vroom Vroom.

My fingers hover by the switch, brush the white plastic that I can barely make out by the daylight coming in the kitchen windows.

"Son?"

Maybe he likes it down there, maybe he's left the lights off on purpose. I drop my hand from the switch and raise it again, drop and raise, drop and raise.

"Son, I'm coming down. It's not safe for you to play in the dark like this." I flip the switch and light floods the basement and I can see the stone floor around the boiler and the stairs leading down into the second level of the basement where the root cellar is. I walk down the stairs listening for the sound of the trucks wheels.

"Son?"

I try the storm doors in case he slipped out there but they are too heavy for a small boy to open, and anyway they are chained from the outside. I look into the root cellar, scanning its stacked shale walls and packed dirt floor. Now I hear footsteps on the stairs, small and fast and heading up toward the kitchen and the trickle of his laughter as he reaches the top.

I race around the corner and up the stairs, calling out. "Son!"

I burst into the kitchen and see the door to the living room slam and I barge through to hear his feet upon the stairs to the second floor. I chase him around the house, these sounds of him audible just over the pounding of my heart and my gasping lungs. Through the house I chase footsteps, laughter, slamming doors.

"Slow down, dammit. Where are you?" Why is he always running? This isn't a game. He hasn't eaten in days, I know because I've prepared his oatmeal every morning and every morning it's grown cold on the table. A growing boy needs breakfast. I hear the wheels of his truck again, this time from the kitchen. The wheels don't slide as well across the linoleum. A long wood hallway is better to push a toy truck. If he would stop I would show him this. Heaving for air I lean against the wall and gasp, a little snot drips from my nose and I wipe it on my sleeve.

"Dad?"

It's so soft I almost don't believe it, just a whisper from the kitchen and the sound of the truck wheels has stopped. I can see him there, sitting and bored with it and the game of chase we just had, and maybe… maybe a little scared so that he wants his father.

"Son?"

"Dad!"

I race down the hall to the back kitchen stairs that spiral down. I'll open the door in full view of the stove and the table where his oatmeal is getting cold. I am sure that I'll see him there with his truck looking up at me and I'll remember his name and I'll make his breakfast again because…

I am falling.

My foot must have hit that first step wrong and I tumble down, the wooden stairs biting into my knees and spine as I careen off the walls. There is a blinding pain in my leg as I burst through the door and fall past the last two stairs. My leg is twisted, something with the knee and I am sick on the kitchen floor. Each heave of my gut twists my leg further and there is so much pain. I look at my hands and wonder why there is so much dirt beneath my nails. What a thing to wonder at now. I push myself toward the wall so that I can lean against it, each inch brings a fresh dry heave as the wrongness of my leg becomes clearer.

Broken. Something is broken. Something is wrong. My leg is twisted. I dry heave and a little bile splashes out onto my chest.

I look around the kitchen for my son, to reassure him that his dad's alright, but he is not there and neither is his truck. His truck is back on the shelf upstairs, of course, just like his oatmeal is getting cold on the table. I can see the dust on the bowl.

These old houses are dusty, nothing left out escapes it. No. That is not the reason.

"Son?"

The croak of my own voice scares me, but I call out again and hear nothing. He does not answer but I do hear something from the basement, faint but audible.

Vroom Vroom.

Vroom Vroom.

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[kookieskitty]

Mafia Husband: Jungkook ♡

(Gif credits to the owner)

Caressing your womb was all you could do at the moment besides seeing your friend, running around in the kitchen, cooking some ecstatic dishes as your nostrils could clearly tell. You were feeling pathetic letting her cook dinner but you were choice less since your husband and his gang had gathered this evening for some private meeting.

She had come along, too intentionally as she knew that you would never let the boys step out of your house empty stomach but your condition wasn't fit enough to feed 7 boys!

Yeah well being about 8 months into your second pregnancy was all wonderful but tiring at the same time.

You couldn't even sit straight for 10 minutes without groaning due to the excess love your baby was showing you by kicking it's tiny feet against your womb, standing and cooking was definitely a far cry.

"Where's the salt?" Hyomin asks whilst stirring the ingredients

"It's in the left hand corner of shelf no. 2" you point out

She smiles brightly and nods.

"I just hope the boys don't spit it out" she chuckles whilst sprinkling the salt into the pan

"Oh come on! I'm already craving for it!! Can't you see me drooling??" You say excitedly making her laugh

"You're cute" she says

"You know you make me jelly though"

"Why?" You ask curiously, shifting yourself a bit higher up on the chair

"You'll have one complete family finally! What else would bliss be?" She says pouting as she keeps stirring the dish

"Aww come on its high time you and tae should already welcome a baby too!"

"Hmm" she says sighing

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"No no no we are so not gonna opt that plan hyung. It's dangerous.... I think we should..."

"Appa" jeongsan, your 4 year old toddler holds the hem of his father's shirt, trying to get his attention for the umpteenth time.

Jungkook is a loving father and a husband one could ever wish for.....

No wonder your son is more attached to his father than you....

Although jungkook's anger is something you've always tried to avoid because once he's agitated, boy that's the last thing anyone would ever wish for..

Since the time jungkook and the boys had come back they've been doing nothing but discussing about some serious plans against the rivals but as soon as jungkook would get into the flow of structuring his plan, jeongsan would start whining, loosely putting up his weight onto Jungkook's thighs as he keeps calling out for his appa.

At first, jungkook and the boys were just joking around with jeongsan but now that he's been moping more than he should, your husband's just getting more and more irritated, trying his best not to shove his anger on jeongsan.

"Appa..... Look at Jeong Jeong" he whispers, throat getting heavy

"Ughh.... Jeong-ie, let appa work right now. We'll play later"

Your son pouts cutely, a pout Jungkook would have fallen for otherwise had he not been so busy, but looking at his son swinging on his thighs and on the verge of crying, he immediately picks him up effortlessly and walks over to the kitchen

He sees you talking to hyomin.

He sighs and places your toddler next to you, "make sure he stays here with you" without having to listen anything further he stomps out of the kitchen to join in the important discussion.

"What's with him?" Hyomin says raising one of her eyebrows

"He's got anger issues" you shake your head and gesture your hands toward your son for him to crawl into your arms but he breaks down instead.

"Eommmmaa....." He cries as he runs over to you and stumbles on the floor because of his untied shoelace

You didn't actually had to get up since he had fallen in front of you and so you instantly pick him up and place him in the little space which were available on your thighs since most of the space was being covered by baby number 2.

"I told you to not go near appa when uncles will come, didn't I?" You say running your fingers through his silk hair

"Bu-but I did nothing eomma.... He scolded me... He is bad" he cries more

You look over at hyomin who in return gives you an apologetic look

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Jungkook runs in the room where you and hyomin were in, chatting and giggling after making you son sleep

"Y/n.... Hyomin, we all need to head off to somewhere. I'll drop you at two at my mother's place, come on...." He was about to leave but his eyes glaze upon his innocent son.

"What about dinner?" You ask

"You three have eaten, right?"

You nod

"We'll have it soon, don't worry"

He quickly walks over the bed and gently pick him up, he kisses his forehead gently, trying his best to not wake him up and whispers as he begins walking, "appa made jeong-ie cry, hmm"

You both look at him walking away, "god! He speaks everything in haste.... Now where are these boys heading to? Grhh! I'm so tired of his never ending missions!" You say frustratingly getting up from the bed with hyomin's help

"I know, right.. tell me something I don't know" she says rolling her eyes

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"Hyomin, y/n.... Stay put. I-I'll be back soon, okay?" Jungkook says looking around in the now deserted road as he suspects someone being around

He gets out of the car and you two look at him vanishing in one lane, hands firmly holding the gun in his back pocket.

"God! Is there someone? I'm scared.. hyomin, Jungkook's alone..... Where are the boys?"

"Geez y/n calm down! Jungkook's here to drop us to his mom's place, remember? The boys must be at their rendezvous"

You make an 'oh' sound realizing that.

"Y/n, watch out!" Hyomin shouts as she sees a figure wearing a black mask by your window.

You gulp and turn around to see that someone standing by the window, gesturing something which was hard for you to guess.

Suddenly he points out his gun towards your son who was sleeping peacefully on hyomin's lap in the back seat which makes you daunted

The man bangs the gun twice on your window as a sign to open the door, failing to get a reply from your side, he again points out his gun towards your son

Being a mother you felt this urgency to not think twice and open the door.

"Y/n.... No!" Hyomin whispers

"Aigoo.... So you are the jewel that d*uchebag fell for, huh" he says playing with your hair and then banging the gun onto your chest

"Stop it! If money is all what you want then I'll pay you but leave us, especially my son!" You backfire

He chuckles, "cute.... But I see you carrying another one so what does it even matter if one dies anyway" he says pointing his gun towards your belly and then to your son and back to your bulge again.

"Stop!!" You cry, a painful sting of pain runs down through your entire body, making you unable to stand.

You take support of the car instantly and hear your friend calling out for your name out of concern.

Little could she do for help as she had to look out for your son, too

"Oof.... Did I give you some stress, darling?" He says laughing

"I'll tell you what stress means you fvcking piece of shit!" Your hero of a husband finally makes it to your rescue.

He starts punching the man via his hard knuckles mercilessly, bleeding him to unconsciousness.

You whine due to the pain and weakly call out for your husband

He looks at you and then back to that person who now lies almost dead in kook's hands, "if anything happens to my wife or my unborn child.... I swear I'll make sure your entire clan suffers for as long as their existence will be known to earth!" He yells and drops him before running to catch you

"Jagiya...."

"Jungkook.... Just take me to your eomma's place. I really need to rest...."

"No... I'll be taking you to the hospital instead, what if something happens. Eomma appa don't know how to drive and I don't want hyomin-ssi to be bothered more than she already is in case you give birth...."

"Aniyeo it's fine Jungkook-ssi.... We are one family after all" she says smiling brightly

"Thanks for everything" he replies and then looks back to you

"Jungkook I'm scared...." You say holding his hand not caring that he had already revved the wheels on the road

"What for?" He takes your hand and kisses it, "I'll be done with those nutcrackers before anything happens okay? Don't worry.... I'm never leaving you or Jeong-ie ever"

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Red Bottoms

Dedicated to @panthergoddessbast ❤. House Rules Erik was requested. SMUT. Dom!Erik. Sub!Reader.

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Part 5: Dinner Date

What happened? You don't know, only.. you do. Dick happened. You told yourself you wouldn't do it anymore after getting caught the first time by a curious customer. However, your pussy didn't give a fuck about a job or whether or not you had one. You'd sucked his dick along with the chapstick off yo lips behind the counter four times and that was just over the past two weeks. Who am I, you ask yourself wiping your mouth and chin with a napkin as Erik exits the store with a bounce in his step. The taste of his snooth nut is still on your tastebuds, clean and mild. You hope no one noticed that you just popped up from behind your counter out of nowhere. Finding a creamsavers mint in your brand new black Chanel bag.. with gold accents.. you hide it out of sight and walk out onto the floor to assist customers.

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At your apartment, you shower and change into a short fitted black dress with your new Christian Louboutin heels. You hang the clothes draped over your bench in your closet and clean off the surfaces in all the rooms. You gotta make sure it's neat for when Erik comes over. You pat the wrinkles out of your comforter.

He's already been through here, you tell yourself but still you want to make a good second impression. Plus, you just want it to be neat and smell good.. for you.

Right on time, he knocks and you open the door standing aside to let him in.

"We fuckin now or eating first," he asks wandering into the kitchen space to check the stove to see what smell was wafting in the air. He smelled that cheese, guanciale, and peppercorn. You smiled inwardly. It did smell delicious and you had no issue with bragging. "Eating. The food will be ready in a bit. Best pasta carbonara you've had that wasn't made by an Italian. You gone wanna smack somebody."

"Smack that ass," he jests watching as you pull two of your wine glasses and pour the Pinot Grigio into both glasses, handing him one to toast with. "To good food and life-altering orgasms," you say with eyes unwavering on his.

He seems to be on the same train because his eyes have not left yours. "Cheers," he says taking a sip of his wine in unison with you. Silence stretches between the two of you and you suddenly remember the skillet on the stovetop. You have to pour the cheese and egg mix into the pasta and add the guanciale! You feel him watching over your shoulder as you plate the carbonara and garnish it with more cheese and peppercorn.

"Have a seat," Erik mumbles setting the plates on the dining table. You take a seat and your wine glass is sat before you and touched up before the bottle sits on the table with Erik sitting across from you. "Bon appetit," he nods watching you pick up your fork. "Bon appetit," you smile in return. You get through two forkfuls of pasta before you realize he hasn't even touched his plate. He's just been staring.

"Are you not hungry?" You look at his resigned posture, relaxed but sitting straight against the back of his chair. "Bitch I'm starving.. I'm fuckin famished," he shares, still not moving.

"Okay... is there something wrong with the meal," you ask, a little annoyed. It shows in your tone. He shifts with a sigh matching your energy. "Yeah, it's something wrong, I don't want this."

He pushes the plate away and sips his wine and before you can fix your lips to comment, he slides back his chair as though he's about to get up and leave.

"Go then, ungrateful nigga," you mumble under your breath giving him pause. "What you say to me," he asks looking at the table. You know he heard you. You meant for him to hear you because he was being an ungrateful nigga. "I said GO then, ungrateful nigga. You were about to leave, weren't you?"

"Leave?" He chuckled so lightly it was more of a sigh and his head fell back, he was so tickled. "Nah, Jae. I ain't leaving.. I ain't get what I came for, I can't leave. Can I?" His stare returned to your heated face.

"You can foreal foreal. Door right there." You nodded toward the door with a shrug before picking up another forkful of pasta and shoving it in your mouth. He tilted his head, watching you eat and you finished the entire plate of food dropping your fork to stand. "SIT," he commanded stepping closer and the command caught you so off guard, you fell right back down. The sub in you just crumbled due to his tone.

"You full?" Leaning onto the table, his hand next to your empty plate, his face came in close and you reminded yourself to breathe as his nose swept the length of your neck. His breath was at your ear. "Answer me, Jae."

"Yes." Your thighs rubbed together and your exhales became shaky, your back arching off the seat. He hadn't even really touched you yet, but you knew what he could do. He'd done it before.

"Now I watched you eat a full meal.. and you ain't not once ask daddy what he wanted to eat."

Defensiveness jumps in you and you rush to defend yourself with the truth. "I just cooked a wh-"

"Shh, Daddy talking. You don't talk while I'm talking. Daddy is famished and his lil greedy bitch don't give a fuck."

You nearly leap. "I jus-"

"What I just say, bae? Hush..." His hand moves gently through your long twists and back to your neck, gently applying pressure. "Daddy watched you fill that lil tummy up and ain't say shit. Did he? Speak."

"No..," you whisper before getting shushed gently. "Exactly. Now I'm gonna eat. I'm gonna eat your pussy and I don't want no running. You hear me? Speak."

"Yes, Daddy." Your thighs tense, going crazy already.

"And I don't wanna hear you make a sound. Just watch me eat and don't say shit. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Daddy," you whisper and he lifts you from your chair before throwing you over his shoulder and walking you to your bedroom door. He kicks it open and drops you onto the bed, stripping off your panties and pushing your ankles high over your head. "Don't make no damn sense. Got a nigga starving in this bitch," he grunts before that first initial lick makes you tense. His hand claps down fast on your asscheek. "What I say? You move again, that's a punishment. I might not let you cum. Follow directions if you wanna please me."

Not cumming? That's an issue. "You might have to tie my hands because I'm having issues," you blurt and he jumps up. "Bet." Grabbing your night scarf, he ties your wrists and pins your arms above your head. "Keep em up," he commands before taking the panties he just took off of you and shoving them in your mouth. "Since you can't seem to shut the fuck up," he smirks.

Slipping back into his original position between your thighs, he lets out a long contented groan before returning his tongue to your slit, licking lengthwise up and down. "Ooh," he mouths before spreading you open and focusing on your inner areas, his thick slick tongue sliding to the hole and stiffening to poke in and out. You fight to remain completely still and silent, your thighs trembling and toes curling.. When he head for the clit, it's all over. You can feel your first orgasm approaching and you bite your lip before balling your lips up completely and sucking them in, clamping down with all your energy and focus. You can hear him smacking on the wetness as it floods. "Mm, one," he grunts, his face never leaving your vagina. "Let's see how many before I'm full," he sighs with a long lick before swallowing up your clit again and humming with approval.

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