Hello my love,
Would you be willing to write a little blurb about Daniel or Sam (or both in a throuple) taking care of their lady on her period? I’m having a real bad one rn and I want to be pampered
-☘️
“sammy.”
your boyfriend looked up from his phone, frowning at the tone of your voice. you hadn't quite managed to maintain strong front you'd been putting up all day, and just being home was enough to make you feel like crying.
“what's wrong, bunny?” he asked, setting his phone on the coffee table and beckoning to you. “come here.”
you left your bag, your shoes, your sweater, everything in a pile on the floor, right in the middle of the walkway. you didn't have enough energy to care. you curled up next to him on the couch and let him hold you.
“bad day at work?” he asked, brushing his fingers through your hair.
you gave a pitiful whimper and nodded. “'m on my period. i feel really bad.”
“aw, lovie,” sam cooed. “i'm sorry. let's boss danny around, would that make you feel better?”
you couldn't help a small smile. “maybe.”
“hey danny,” sam called to your boyfriend. “we're gonna boss you around, okay?”
“let me put this load of laundry on,” danny said from down the hall. “and then you may.”
you stayed snug in sam's arms as you waited for danny to join you, and he came into the living room with a laundry basket a few moments later.
“pajamas?” he asked, setting the basket on the couch and starting to fold the mix of his, yours, and sam's clothes. he tossed you a well-worn t-shirt of his and some sweatpants of sam's.
“that was going to be my first order, actually,” sam said. “it's like we can read each other's minds, honey. how cool is that?”
danny chuckled. “very cool, love. but what did you do to our girl?”
“me?” sam said, playfully offended. “not a thing.”
“i'm malfunctioning,” you said, your voice muffled against sam's shirt.
“she's on her period,” sam translated.
“ah, i see.” danny nodded to the kitchen. “there's rocky road, and sam made vegan ice cream sandwiches if you want to try them.”
you looked up at sam. “you made vegan ice cream sandwiches?”
“yes, i did,” he said. “and you're welcome to eat them all if they help you stop malfunctioning.”
“she's not malfunctioning,” danny said sweetly. “she's going through the natural, intuitive hormonal cycle of her body. it's a beautiful thing.”
you winced when a particularly painful cramp spread across your abdomen. “doesn't feel very beautiful.”
“well, tylenol is a beautiful thing too,” danny agreed. “i'll go get you some, and sam can help you get in your pajamas. unless you need in the bathroom.”
you shook your head. “i think i'm good for right now.” you let sam help you out of your work clothes and into danny's shirt and his sweatpants, and you took the medicine danny brought you before you snuggled close to sam again.
danny finished folding the laundry and set it aside to be put away later. “i thought you were going to boss me around, bunny. i'm feeling kind of let down.”
you smiled. “can you put on a movie, please?”
“that's very bad bossing, sweetheart,” he said seriously, turning on the tv. “no please, next time.” he pulled netflix up. “what movie?”
“whatever you guys want,” you said, moving to lay with your head on sam's lap. you curled in on yourself, grimacing against the cramps that hadn't been knocked out by the medicine just yet.
“what about that grateful dead documentary?” danny asked sam. “you haven't had a chance to finish it yet, right?”
“you want to watch that?” sam asked, a little surprised.
danny smiled. “if you want to, love.”
“oh, well... sure, i'd like to finish it. thank you, honey.”
danny turned on the movie and went to turn off the lights to make things nice and dim for you. sam ran his fingers through your hair in a soothing motion, and though you were interested in it, you watched the documentary with flagging attention as the day's exhaustion and discomfort caught up with you.
“hey, bunny.”
you opened your eyes to see danny hunkered down by your side. you gave him a tired smile, and he smiled back.
“hi, dan.”
“hi, sweetheart,” he said softly. “do you need anything else?”
you nodded. “your hands.”
his brow shot up. “my hands?” he glanced up at sam and grinned when their eyes met. “in what, uh, capacity do you want them?”
you giggled. “get your mind out of the gutter, daniel.”
“now, i'm with danny,” sam teased. “can't just go around saying you need our boyfriend's hands and not expect him to be curious.”
“you want to fool around a little, bunny?” danny asked, a sweet and mildly amused kind of desire softening his face. “i'm sure we could arrange something.”
you smiled. “maybe later. what i meant was that i wanted your hands on my back, because they're nice and warm.”
“right, of course,” danny said with a smile. “sure thing, bunny.”
he straightened, fixing the pillows on the couch to make room for himself, but sam stopped him before he got settled.
“wait, danny,” sam said. he tipped his face up. “smooch.”
“hey,” you said. “i want a smooch too.”
danny chuckled. “fine.” he gave sam a kiss first. “a smooch for sammy.”
he kissed you next, soft and sweet. “and a smooch for bunny. everybody happy?”
you and sam hummed in agreement, moving to make room for danny next to you. you'd gotten a sectional for your shared apartment for this very purpose, so you could all fit; danny stretched out and propped himself on his arm behind you, splaying one hand over the small of your back and tracing little circles there.
“how's that, bunny?” he asked.
you cuddled closer to your boyfriends, tucking your feet close to danny, wrapping your arm around sam's legs, feeling their hands wander with an aimless, gentle comfort over you.
you gave a contented sigh, your period all but forgotten as you cuddled your favorite boys. “it's absolutely perfect.”
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Samwise the (Very) Brave saves the day (again)
Can I just tell y’all how GOOD it is to have a rabbit in the house again?
It is so good to have a rabbit in the house again.
Of course its good for all the usual reasons but - there’s one more that’s not often mentioned in rabbit circles.
So I woke up sometime in the middle of the night last night. I thought I had heard a noise. The thing was, I wasn’t sure if I’d heard it in my dream or in reality. During past months this would have been a sign I needed to wake up and figure it out.
Last night, I rolled over, looked at the rabbit and asked his ears:
“Did you hear that?”
The ears in question stayed down. I could roll over and go back to sleep.
Not only is having a rabbit a great reality checker According To The Ears but also very good for when someone IS in the house in the middle of the night.
Which I found out about a week ago when Sam woke me up by thumping from a corner of the room in the middle of the night. His ears were up on high alert and he was looking at the other side of the room pretty intensely. I flicked on the flashlight, did a check of the room from my bed with it and didn’t see anything. Sam, however, was insistent and gave another THUMP so I’d know he meant serious business. I gave it another five minutes, and one more thump, and then decided if anyone was inside my house or outside my window, they were on their own because I was going back to sleep. Just before I turned off my flashlight though - I saw it.
A huge black cockroach that was longer than my thumb going into the closet!
So I got up and killed it with a carefully chosen book I didn’t mind sacrificing the dust cover of. Once the body was disposed of I checked on Sam and he was back on the bed, ears relaxed, ready to snuggle down with me for sleep.
I’ve missed having a rabbit in the house this past year. For oh so many reasons.
And also because I need someone that pays better attention than me to what’s going on in the middle of the night.
Sammi tax
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