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[astrolynnworld]

cramps

pairing: matt x reader

summary: you’re on your period and matt does anything and everything to soothe the pain away

warnings: fluff! period cramps, romance, care, reassurance, wholesome, pet names (sweet/pretty girl)

word count: 717

i toss and turn as i feel my pre period cramps start to form

my period is not suppose to come for another 5 days but my cramps always come first, as a warning

i check raise my head to check the clock and see what time it is

“4:15 am” i see on the tv’s cable box

i lay my head back down and continue to shuffle around the bed to find a comfortable position for my cramps to relax in

“baby what’s wrong?” matt asks me with his raspy morning voice

“my period is coming soon, i feel the cramps start to overTAKE me” i say in soft annoyed tone

“is there anything i could do to help baby?” he concerns

“can you actually go get me my heating pad please?” i ask nicely

he hops out the bed and uses the flashlight off his phone to roam around the room and look for my heating pad

once he pulls it in comes back to bed, i hear him gasp

“what?” i jump in shock at his gasp

“your period.. came”

i sit up to see what he’s talking about and see a whole bloody mess stained into our bedsheets

“oh my god” i put my head in my hands out of annoyance and embarrassment

“it’s okay baby. i just need you to stand up for me okay?”

i get off the bed and start to feel the water works fall out

“don’t cry baby” matt says as he comes over to me and wraps his arms around me

“hey it’s not your fault baby” he tries to reassure

“you can’t help it.. you didn’t know, it’s completely fine. you don’t have to cry, sweet girl” he continues as he starts to play with my hair in the hug

i pull back and start to wipe my eyes as i start to sense that im being dramatic

“here baby, i need you to go wash up while i clean the bed”

i nod my head and make my way to the bathroom

“and hand me your clothes before you go in the shower please”

i do as i’m told then i head to the shower

i continue to wash up as i hear matt enter the bathroom

“hey pretty girl, everything still okay?” he asks

“yeah, i’m just finishing up” i sluggishly say

“okay baby. i changed our sheets and im washing the other ones now” he reassures

i stay silent out of acknowledgment but he doesn’t leave

“is there anything else you want princess?” he asks

“no thank you” i say while shaking my head as if he could see me

“alright..” he says before closing the door

i could tell he feels bad but i just really can’t be bothered rn. my stomach hurts, i embarrassed myself, im so annoyed, and i feel bad that he feels bad.. there’s just too much going on

i finish up my shower and put my towel on before heading back to the bedroom

when i get back i see matt had turned on the led lights, switched the tv to netflix, and had my tylenol bottle set up next to some water

“matt what is this?”

“nothing much. just me trying to distract you from your period” he giggles

“that’s not how it works sadly” i pout as i pop the tylenol in my mouth and swallow some water

“well, im gonna try” he comes in for a kiss

i start to get dressed, not forgetting the pad, as matt searches for a good movie to watch.

“do you want some to eat pretty?”

“is anything even open right now?” i genuinely ask

“only mcdonald’s..” he replies

“then yes please” i smile at him

“your usual?”

“yeah” i reply as i get in bed to snuggle next to him

“it’ll be here in 30 minutes” he says

“if we’re still up” i chuckle

“don’t worry. i’ll grab it for you so you can enjoy it when you wake up and not kill me for letting you fall asleep” he chuckles back

“thank you baby. i appreciate you so much, definitely a core memory” i turn over to face him

he smiles and places a kiss on my forehead, “i love you, sweet girl. don’t forget it”

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

just friends

words: 3.1k

warnings: drinking

“hey rafey.” you call, bouncing into the room and giving him a kiss on the very top of his head.

rafe eyes kelce and topper immediately. “only she gets to call me that.” he says sternly, and they both nod, knowing he’s not kidding about that.

“what are you doing, y/n/n?” rafe asks as you start to rifle through the cabinets in his kitchen. 

“getting something to eat.” you say with a shrug, frowning when you can’t find any snacks you like.

“here.” rafe stands up from the stool he’s sitting on and pushes it back under the counter, rounding it to place a hand on your back and guide you to the pantry. he opens it and grabs your favorite bag of chips, knowing exactly what you prefer after 15 years of friendship.

“perfect!” you say happily, giving rafe a dazzling smile, pouring some in a bag and handing rafe the bag back to put away. you head out of the room, going to eat in front of the tv. rafe watches you leave before returning to his spot between topper and kelce.

“why aren’t you dating her again?” kelce asks, making rafe give him a slap on the arm.

“she’s my best friend.” rafe clarifies. you’re the one good thing he’s managed to keep in his life, a light in the darkness, his only source of joy some days when his dad is being particularly cruel or the pain of missing his mom gets too great.

--

“hey rafe, i was wondering if you were gonna miss family dinner.” your mom says, giving him a quick hug.

“and miss your cooking? never mrs y/l/n.” rafe smiles, always putting his charm on when he’s around your parents, despite them already loving him like he’s her own son.

“y/n is outside on the daybed, i think we’ll eat outside since it’s such a nice day.”

“that sounds perfect.” rafe heads towards the door before turning back to call, “let me know if you need any help!”

you look up from your phone when rafe comes out onto the patio, smiling at your best friend. “come hereeeee, rafey.” you say, dropping your phone and opening your arms to him.

rafe joins you on the daybed, resting his head on the pillow next to you as he lays down, pulling you into his hold. you grin as you snuggle into his hold, resting your head against his chest, feeling the familiar heartbeat against your cheek.

you don’t even need to speak, simply relaxing and enjoying being around each other, rafe rubbing his hand up and down over your back, you tracing shapes on his torso.

your mom carries the dishes to the outdoor table, with the help of your dad who just got home from work. “do you think they’re finally going to realize that they’re in love with each other now that they’re older?” your mom asks with a sigh, wiping her hands on her apron as she watches the two of you.

“i’m sure they will soon.” your dad says, placing a hand on his wifes back, “on their own time.”

--

rafe grins as you walk down the stairs and into the dining room, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. your hair is a mess of curls, sticking out in every direction from your scalp.

“why-” you say, flopping down on the seat next to rafe, “do you look so awake right now?”

you thought you were getting up early when you dragged yourself out of bed at 10 am after a movie marathon with rafe that lead you far too late in the night.

“you know i always sleep best when you’re in the bed with me.” rafe says, offering you his bowl of cereal, knowing he can get more later, wanting you to eat as well. you accept it, talking about the movie as you finish off the honey nut cheerios.

“hey y/n.” wheezie greets you, also still in her pajamas, but you’re so comfortable with each other that she doesn’t mind, it’s nowhere near the first time.

“hey wheez.” you say with a smile.

“did you sleep over?” she asks.

“mhm!” you hum in response. “do you wanna do something today wheez? i can take you shopping if you want.” “oh yeah!” wheezie says. “let me get dressed.” “woah, woah, slow down! eat first then we can get some starbucks, okay? besides i still have to shower.” “okay, thanks y/n/n.” wheezie says, rushing out of the room.

“i can’t believe my little sister is stealing my best friend from me.” rafe pouts, crossing his arms.

“oh shush.” you say, standing up and pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

--

“ugh!” you shout, watching the liquid fall down the front of your dress, soaking the material. your bottom lip quivers. you felt so beautiful tonight, your hair and makeup came out perfectly, but now the beer spilled down your front is ruining that completely.

“i’m so so sorry-” the man begins to apologize, but rafe is already hovering over you, giving the guy a look that his him almost shaking in fear.

“get. out.” rafe manages to say through gritted teeth. the man backs away, heading out of the party.

“rafe, you didn’t have to make him leave.” you say with a pout.

“but i did, he ruined your pretty dress, baby.” rafe hates the look on your face, would do anything to make you smile again, to make you feel better.

you sniffle at the mention of your dress. rafe completely forgets that he’s supposed to be hosting this party right now, taking your hand and tugging you inside of the house and up the stairs.

“come on, sarah wouldn’t mind if you wear something of hers.” rafe says, directing you into his sisters room. you know he’s right, you’re practically a big sister to sarah with how much you’re around. you’ll send her a text promising to give the dress back clean and take one out of her closet.

rafe waits outside the door as you change, taking the dirty dress and tossing it into the laundry room to deal with later. 

“i’m so sorry, bunny.” rafe says, using the nickname he gave you originally in third grade when you would come over just to bounce on his trampoline, until you begged your parents enough that they got one as well.

“it’s okay.” you say, shoving him away from you once you get downstairs, “now go get more beers, i’m sure we’re running low.” rafe nods, letting you boss him around, the one person who can tell him what to do and he’ll actually listen.

you head back out to the party, your friend coming up to you and handing you a drink. “thank youuu.” you coo, taking a sip of the bitter liquid.

“you know, nobody believes you guys are just friends.” she says with a laugh.

“huh?” you ask, only half listening as your eyes scan the party.

“you and rafe, everyone thinks theres something more going on.” “oh my god.” you roll your eyes, sick of this conversation surrounding yours and rafes relationship. “we are just friends! just really good friends!” you say.

“uh huh.” your friend says, and you can tell that she absolutely does not believe you.

--

“rafey, i’m cold.” you say, tucking yourself underneath his arm, giving a tug at the sweatshirt covering his waist.

“i told you to put something warmer on!” rafe says, taking his eyes off the football game you’re watching to tug his sweatshirt off, hanging it over to you without a second thought. 

“you also said you liked my shirt, so you’re sending a lot of mixed signals here.” you say as you pull the sweatshirt over your head, making rafe chuckle.

you make sure he’s not going to get cold himself by wrapping your arms around him, keeping your body close together to share your heat. you breathe deeply into the collar of his sweatshirt, loving the comforting scent.

“this is exactly what i mean.” your friend says when she rejoins you after getting a pretzel from a snack vendors.

“what do you mean?” you ask.

“nobody believes you’re just friends.”

--

“i’ve literally-” your declaration is interrupted by a loud hiccup, “never been drunk in my life.” 

“me either.” rafe says, pulling you onto his lap, head lolling forward against the back of your neck, pressing his lips to the skin there that’s exposed by your bikini.

“you guys went ham.” topper laughs from the other side of the boat, also now just chilling on the sofas after the boat was brought back to the dock and most of the people got off, signaling the end of the party.

“i don’t think i can move.” you manage to slur out, turning to sit sideways on rafes lap so you can rest your head against his shoulder. 

“you’re more than welcome to sleep on the yacht.” topper says, “my parents won’t be back until monday.” “mmkay.” you say, tracing your fingers over rafes jaw. “thanks top.” rafe looks down at you, an unfamiliar emotion in his eyes, one he usually hides from you. it makes you sit up straight, turning to fully face him now, straddling his lap.

“kiss me.” you say, taking his cheeks into your hand and squeezing them slightly, even as your head spins from the amount of alcohol you’ve taken in over the course of the evening.

“yeah.” rafe nods, pulling you tight against him, keeping his hands on your waist as your mouths connect in a sloppy, messy drunk kiss. 

“hey, hey.” topper is suddenly pulling you guys apart. “you’re way too drunk for kissing.” he’s thankful that he opted to drive the boat, meaning that he’s not as insanely drunk as you two are.

“n-no.” rafe says, trying to go to push topper away, but his arm falls before he can even raise it halfway up.

“let me kiss rafe, top, please, i love him so much.” you say, pushing your mouth back against rafes, 

“no, you’re best friends, remember!” topper says, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you off of rafes lap, ignoring your whines at being separated. “now, y/n, you come with me and you can take the main bedroom, rafe can sleep on the couch.” “noo, i want rafe, i want him.” you whine, but the minute your head hits the pillow, you’re out like a light.

you and rafe don’t remember anything from after the party, and topper decides not to tell you about the drunken kiss, not wanting you to feel regret.

--

“what do you want?” rafe asks, knowing you don’t like to order and prefer him to do it.

your hands are firmly grasped together as your eyes look over the options. “umm, two scoops of chocolate chip cookie dough.” you say.

“in a bowl? with sprinkles?” rafe asks, knowing that’s usually what you prefer.

“mhm.” you nod, “thanks rafey.”

you let him order his own ice cream and then your own, swaying your hands between your bodies.

“you two are cute together, how long have you been together?” the woman behind the counter asks.

“oh no.” rafe laughs, handing over the cash for the ice cream. “we’re just friends.”

the womans eyes drop to your conjoined hands, and you realize how it looks, letting your hand open and drop away from rafes.

“suuure.” the woman nods, stepping away from the counter to prepare your ice cream.

--

you watch in silent anger as rafe dances with the girl, whose name you think is stephanie but you can’t be sure.

“just go over there, he’s just having fun with her, he only has eyes for you.” topper says, seeing the sad look on your face.

“what? no.” you shake your head, forcing a laugh out. “i’m fine.” “you certainly don’t look fine. you look heartbroken.” topper says.

“come on, you know he’s my best friend.” you say, forcing your eyes away from the dance floor to look at topper.

“dance with me then.” topper stands up, offering you his hand. “just for fun, i know you don’t have feelings for me.” 

you smile at your friend, often forgetting that while you and rafe are extremely close and have been for years, that topper was also there with you for a lot of the time.

“okay.” you place your hand in his, letting him pull you off your seat and towards the edge of where everyone is dancing. you move stiffly at first, unused to the feeling of someone other than rafe touching you, but eventually you get into the rhythm, laughing as topper twirls you around.

you’re not even really dancing to the beat of the song, just letting topper move you as he pleases. you let yourself get lost under the colorful lights, your hands coming up to make movements in the air as toppers hands grip your waist, moving his body behind yours.

you close your eyes and grind your hips back against his, until you’re suddenly pulled away, making your eyes snap open.

“rafe!” you shout as rafe holds you against his body, shoving topper away from you. “what are you doing?” 

“it’s fine, y/n.” topper says, knowing the look of jealousy in rafes eyes.

“no, it’s not fine.” you cross your arms, stepping away from rafe. “don’t be mean to top, you can’t get upset that he’s dancing with me when you’re off with another girl.” you turn and walk away from rafe, knowing he’s on your heels as you head up to his room.

“y/n!” he shouts, slamming the door shut behind you. 

“no, it’s not fair.” you say, flopping down on his bed that you practically treat like your own. “it’s not fair that you get to go have fun, hook up with girls, but the second i even dance with our friend, you pull me away?”

rafe sits down on the edge of the bed, his back to you. “you’re right.” 

“i am?” you ask, surprised that rafe conceded so quickly. 

“it’s not fair that i get jealous but don’t expect you to be.” rafe moves so he’s laying down next to you, face to face. 

“there’s nothing to be jealous of anyways, rafe.” you say, placing your hand on his face, stroking your fingers over the smooth plans of his cheek. “i was just having fun with top, he was making me feel better because i was upset watching you with a different girl.” rafe nods, pulling you in tight to his body. you sigh softly at being in his hold, knowing you’re the one at the end of the day who gets to be with him.

“i love you.” rafe suddenly says. he’s said it before, a million times, but you can tell that this time is different.

“rafe-” 

“no, i love you. let me say it.” rafe says, opening his mouth to talk more but your ears seem to stop working, tuning him out as your mind starts to race. years of friendship, years of being by each other's side.

“i-i…” you shake your head, jumping out of bed and running down the stairs, out of the house.

--

“it’s been an entire week since you’ve seen rafe, why don’t i call him and have him come over?” your mom asks, rubbing your head as you pull the covers up even further. you have barely gotten out of bed since rafes confession, ignoring all the times he’s texted and called you.

“mom, he’s the problem.” you groan. “i don’t want to see him.” “mmm.” your mom hums.

“please, just let me sleep. i’m tired.” you say. you haven’t been able to sleep properly, like your body knows that something is wrong, that the balance is off.

“okay, honey.” your mom drops a kiss to your forehead, closing the door behind her when she leaves.

--

“he’s never missed a family dinner.” you hear your dad whisper to your mom.

“i didn’t invite him.” you say, making them jump, not realizing that you were listening from your seat in the dining room.

“he doesn’t need an invitation.” your mom says, returning to stirring the pot.

“mom, stop-” you pause when you hear a knock at your door. a familiar knock, a pattern you recognize instantly. 

your mom gives you a pointed look. “you let him in or i do.”

your hands are shaking as you head toward the front door, opening it to reveal rafe standing there, hands in his pockets. “i’m sorry.” rafe says, eyes on the ground. “i shouldn’t have said anything.” you step out onto the porch, closing the door behind you so your parents can’t eavesdrop. “aren’t you scared?” you ask, making rafe blink up at you.

“aren’t you scared that we might not work? we’ve been friends since we were in kindergarten. what if we throw all of that away be-because we try- i don’t know rafe!”

“shh.” rafe says, taking your face in his hands. “you’re overthinking it baby.”

you shake your head in confusion, trying to turn away, but rafe pushes you against the wall, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. “i love you. and you love me, i know it.” 

your traitorous eyes drop to his lips, how close they are to your own. “i do love you.” you whisper, and that’s all rafe needs to hear as he presses your lips together. you melt into the kiss, letting rafe deepen it, his hands keeping your head in place while yours clutch at his shirt, not letting him pull away, not after wanting this for so long.

“i love you.” rafe whispers against your lips, giving you another kiss.

“i love you too.” you say with a giggle, letting rafe lift you and spin you in a circle.

“oh my god, wait until your parents find out.” rafe opens the door, tugging you inside. you follow him happily, head dizzy with love. 

“rafe!” your mom says happily, both of your parents eyes looking at the way you’re wrapped around each other.

instead of speaking, rafe drops his head and presses his lips against yours, to the backdrop of your parents cheers.

--

“oh topper.” you sing as you skip to sit between him and rafe. 

“hey, y/n.” he says, giving you a friendly smile.

“i have something to tell you.” you say, linking your hand with rafe. topper looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to speak. you just raised your joined hands with rafe and give it a shake, hoping he gets the message.

“what?” topper asks.

you laugh, obviously holding hands too much with rafe before you starting dating that it’s nothing telling to topper, so you turn and bring your knee over to the other side of rafes lap, smashing your lips together in a kiss. you pull away after a second to look at topper, “oh, thank god you’re not drunk this time.” he says, pressing a hand against his chest.

“wait, what?” you are rafe say in unison.

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[cherriemi]

Trivia Night

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

in: reid has always noticed every tiny detail about you, the slight change in your hair or attitude. so when you throw a birthday party and include a trivia game for your unit to learn more about you, spencer gets every question right.

tw: improper capitalization, fluff, non-consensual kiss (let me know if there is anything else!)

a/n: this is my FIRST ff writing in years, so yes it’s bad and yes i’m rusty. please be nice to me :,(

wc: 2.3k

you walked into the office… and he could instantly tell something was off. it didn’t take long until he remembered that your hair was now shorter. you had gotten a haircut and he would be first to comment.

“did you get a haircut y/n?” he asked as you placed your bag on your desk. you nodded, “is it that short??” messing with your hair and seeing if the ends are shorter than you had remembered. “no, i like it.” a smile formed on his face. “thank you.” you looked away, flustered. 

he always noticed changes first. they were compliments, questions of concern. it never weirded you out as he admitted to having an eidetic memory. it just frustrated you that he always knew what was different. 

“i haven’t seen you in red… it compliments your undertones a lot.” 

“your makeup looks different, did you put on eyeliner? i quite like it.” 

“what happened to your finger? be careful next time okay?” 

“let’s get started for our case review.” hotchner poked his head out from the conference room. you grabbed what you needed and head up the steps with reid just behind you.

it was your birthday! you had invited your co-workers as they were the only people you really knew. joining the team only half a year ago, you moved away from your dream location but moved into a better job. 

you anxiously waited for someone to show up. your apartment was decorated, food cooked and the vinyl record playing smooth jazz. one of your favorite records, it was a compilation of a few popular artists and songs. you had found it selling for $2.99 at an estate sale back from your old job. 

you heard a couple voices from outside the door and then a knock. you rushed to the door, checking the peephole. it was hotchner and prentiss. 

the door door swung open, “happy birthday!!” emily prentiss cheerily pulled you in for a hug. hotchner smiled, repeating back what emily said with a back pat. “gifts can go over there.” your hand gestured towards the kitchen island. 

soon enough derek morgan and penelope garcia showed up, then jennifer and rossi. the party already seemed to be starting but you knew someone was missing. spencer reid appeared, exactly 25 minutes later than you had told the group chat. 

“come on reid!” derek and jennifer teased the boy. he was red on the face, a card in one hand and the other holding onto the strap of his messenger bag. he was dressed as he usually was: dress shoes, trousers, and a button up with a vest over. “sorry, i had to take the subway.” he responded. 

you grabbed the card from his hands, “it’s okay reid, go ahead and help yourself.” you set the card on the island as he walked over towards the pots and pans. he helped himself to some chicken and pasta. 

after the eating and cake cutting, it was gift giving time. you opened all the gifts in the kitchen while everyone watched. most of your co-workers gifted you a card with money but penelope had gifted wrapped a gift for you. you torn it open and found a bow ribbon set. you smiled and hugged her. 

you called everyone to the living room. emily, jennifer, penelope and derek had crushed themselves on the loveseat while rossi claimed the single seater you had. you grabbed your two only other chairs and placed them next to where rossi was. hotchner and reid sat in the new present chairs. 

you grabbed your phone which was connected to the tv and opened a slideshow, “y/n’s trivia night.” read rossi.

penelope sat up, “oh i am so good at these!” 

you reached behind the tv and checked for the gift card. “i thought that since i was the newest addition to the team… i would have a trivia game so you could learn more about me!” you pulled out a $50 visa gift card, “i prepared a prize for the 1st place winner… a $50 visa gift card!” everyone cooed at the possibility for a prize. “free money? now i’m in!” rossi joked. 

the first round was a multiple choice section, and each correct answer was worth 1 point. you explained the rules to your co-workers. the first question appeared on the slide. what is y/n’s favorite color? 

C. B. A. A. D. E. B. “the correct answer is B, one point to penelope and reid!” penelope nudged derek as he groaned. you assumed they had argued about your favorite color. 

another question, when is y/n’s birthday?

A. A. A. A. B. D. C. “the correct answer is… C! point to reid!” everyone groaned, especially those at the loveseat. they all answered your trick question, which had the incorrect year. 

you finished out the round 1 questions until everyone noticed a pattern. reid had gotten every single question correct. penelope would be a close second if 6 and 4 were neighbors. then emily and jennifer were tied, hotchner at 5th, rossi at 6th and derek dead last. penelope teased derek after the rankings were called out. 

you introduced round two, a free response round where each question was worth two. you admitted this round had more leeway as you could get 1 point for getting part of the answer but it had to be specific enough to warrant the 2 points. 

this round went by slower. without the help of given answers they had to use their brain power to create an answer. the first question was rough for many. hotchner got the single point for guessing your favorite childhood tv show but reid ultimately got the 2 points for getting the entire title. 

round two was so horrible, you ended up having to provide one hint per person to get points. you would have regretted making it a free response section if reid hadn’t gotten all the questions right again. 

you read the rankings, reid, penelope, hotchner, jennifer, emily, rossi and derek. 

you announced the third and final round. “it’s a single question.” everyone relaxed. “this question is worth double all your points.” everyone sat up. everyone but derek, rossi and emily had a chance to overcome reid, but it all came down to if reid missed the question. 

you read the question. gave them a few minutes as you served more champagne. after the minutes were up you counted down from 3 and had everyone revealed their answers. to everyone’s surprise reid had gotten the answer correct. almost exact to how you worded it on the tv. 

you read the final results. “last place is tied with derek and rossi at 5 points… emily with 8, hotchner with 10, jennifer with 11, penelope with 14 and reid with… 36.” 

derek stood up, “cheaters don’t win!” reid was red at the attention. you pulled the visa gift card and handed it to reid with a smile. penelope clapped for reid and joined jennifer, hotchner and rossi. derek was pouting. “excuse derek, he’s being a jerk.” peneople elbowed derek. 

the party went on for another hour until derek and peneople noted the time. “we have to go y/n, sorryyy.” peneople apologized. you bid them farewell. soon enough emily and jennifer wanted to leave as well. with emily and jennifer leaving, rossi and hotchner left after wishing you happy birthday for the third time. 

you were wrapping the food when reid entered after his bathroom break. “did everyone leave?” he asked. 

“yup, you can leave too… it won’t bug me.” you reassured reid in case he was waiting to leave. 

he approached you in the kitchen. “do you need help?” you looked at him, “if you could wrap the left over pasta, i would appreciate that.” 

he grabbed a sheet a tinfoil and sealed the ends. “could i actually take some of the pasta home?” he asked. you nodded, “of course! take however much you’d like.” you handed him a container. 

he spooned the pasta into the container. “you’re a wonderful cook y/n.” another compliment. 

“thank you,” escaped a smile while you felt your cheeks get warm. you pushed your lower back against the island. reid was taking more pasta. “are you a cheater?” you asked. 

he shut the container before turning around. “i’ve never dated so-“ 

“no i mean the game.” you cut through. he turned red. “how would i cheat?” it was a question of interest. he didn’t know the answer which was out of the norm for him. “i’m just surprised you got a perfect 100 on my trivia game.” 

reid’s mouth turned upwards, “eidetic memory y/n.” the eye contact was too much. “you say that, but can’t tell hotchner when his birthday is.” you rebutted. it was a question that hotchner blurted out during the game. emily prentiss, rossi and even derek knew his birthday but spencer had failed to come up with the correct answer. 

reid was chewing the inside of his mouth. “hotchner is old and uninteresting.” he jabbed at his boss. “and i am?” he nodded. “new people are always more interesting.” 

you had looked away. reid’s eye contact was too much for you. it was odd, he almost never could hold eye contact with anyone on the team but you? come to think of it, this was the first time since being transferred to the BAU that you and reid were alone. whenever the team split, reid was somehow in your group by chance but when it was one on one, you were paired with jennifer or hotchner.

in the beginning hotchner just wanted to get to see your working style and see how you handled people. after the first months, you had built a relationship with jennifer and she always pulled you away. she loved to hear what you thought about the other members, but you never told her the truth about reid. as a new member, it would leave a sour taste in their mouths if you immediately had issues with one member.

it wasn’t an issue though, it was more of an observation. 

he knew when you were born, he knew where you had transferred from, he knew your favorite genre of music and books, and now he knew where you lived. “is everything okay y/n?” reid cut through the silence. 

you realized it had been a couple minutes of silence. you avoided his eye contact and were zoning out. “yes…” you replied. reid stepped closer. “are you sure?” here he was asking you questions. he can sense the change in you. “yes, reid.” you replied. 

reid paused. “i got you a gift,” he dug into his bag, “but i was worried you wouldn’t like it.” he pulled out a small box. one that looked like it would house a necklace. he moved closer to you and reached his arm out. 

you took the box and opened it. inside was a necklace. gold, heart shaped with a beautiful gem in the middle that shined with the kitchen lights. “oh, it’s so pretty reid.” you lifted the necklace out of the box, unclasped it and slipped it on. 

reid analyzed. you could hear his breathing. in and out. in and out. once the necklace was on, reid asked, “does it fit well?” you knew it took a lot of effort, “perfectly.” you mumbled in response. 

reid hadn’t stepped back. you two were closer than ever. his hand brushed against clothing and reached for your chin. he lifted your face to look him in the eye. your cheeks were warming up faster than ever.

you both stayed silent. his hand wrapped around, sitting politely on your cheek. then before you could react, he leaned forward, his lips touching yours. 

at first, you were surprised at the sudden gestures of reid. he was quite germaphobic, refusing to even shake hands. that was your first lesson in the fbi, reid didn’t like being touched. he took the largest step back when you went in for a hand shake and hotchner behind you, “he doesn’t like hand shakes, i should’ve told you that.”

you could not resist. his lips were soft, his hand warmed your cheek and his free arm found it’s way around your waist. your body spoke that he wasn’t being rejected, and he pulled you in closer. 

it felt like the kiss had lasted minutes when he finally pulled back. “sorry,” he apologized, stepping back.

before he could go any further, you grabbed his collar and pulled him into another kiss. now he was surprised but that didn’t last longer than a split second. he cupped your face and kissed you. you opened your mouth slightly and he slipped his tongue inside, feeling around you. he pulled back taking the messenger bag he had donned all night off. returning, he held onto your waist while you reached for the back of his neck. 

everything clicked for you. he remembered all the small and obscure details about you because he was interested in you. when you told reid your favorite color because he noticed the different tops you had of that one color, when you told reid that your birthday was the reason for your favorite season. everytime reid asked you if you had changed your hair or makeup, it was because he had remembered that you keep your hair down and your makeup minimal. 

you pulled back, “you remembered everything about me because you were interested didn’t you.” reid was blushed, you weren’t sure if it was due to the kissing or the comment or maybe he was just hot. “i’m guilty…” he nodded, avoiding eye contact.

you begged reid to tell you the when and why. he was so embarrassed. admitting that he had never had a crush, and he asked hotchner what it meant to have an anxious feeling around a woman. “hotchner laughed at me and said that i was too smart to not know what attraction was.” reid told you. it was safe to say, that reid did not leave your apartment that night– in fact… he stayed the night at your apartment quite often. 

#criminal minds #spencer reid #fanfic #fluff #criminal minds fluff #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #criminal minds fic #ff writer

[forsungie]

pairings. park jisung x female reader

genre. mature content

warnings. expect grammatical errors, needy jisung, oral (female receiving), hair pulling, cum eating

author’s note. full english smut since madaming nagrerequest... here we go :D

you’ve been studying for your midterms for hours, but your mind doesn’t seem to be working and you’re very frustrated by it. while your boyfriend—jisung, seems to be really bored watching you read your notes for the nth time. the man keeps rolling around in your bed mainly since he got bored watching movies on your tv and has nothing to do on his phone. you didn’t even invite or ask him—he invited himself to your house because he wanted to, and he promised not to bother you while you were studying for exams, so you agreed.

“are you done?” he asked, impatiently waiting for you to be done.

you shooked your head without even looking at the man who’s now pouting because of the lack of attention.

“you’ve been reading for hours, you should take a break! you’re going to hurt your eyes,” he added.

you shook your head again in response and immediately continued what you were doing.

the room was quiet for a few minutes which made you happy because you assumed that the young man had fallen asleep while waiting for you. jisung has already finished the plates he was supposed to do, so he has plenty of time to mess with you now. in fact, he was supposed to hang out with his friends, but he refused because he insisted on watching you review for your exam.

you looked over at the young man for the first time to see if he was truly asleep, and you were surprised when he met your gaze. he’s still staring at you while lying on your bed.

“what’s with your face? i thought you wanted to watch me review for exams,” you teased.

“you should’ve just joined your friends if—”

“you’re taking too long, your attention is what i want, love,” he whined.

“are you done? can i have your attention now?” he moved closer to you and proceed to play with your hand.

“why are you so clingy today, mhm?” you giggled when he lightly pull you to the bed.

he sat at the foot of the bed, allowing you to straddle his lap. you’re only wearing an oversized hoodie that is obviously jisung’s and just a panty. you didn’t bother wearing a bra and shorts anymore since it’s just you and your mom living in the house.

“ji, we can’t, mom can hear us.”

“see! you’re too focused on studying to the point that you didn’t hear your mom,” he scolded, “she said she’ll be going to the grocery with her friend.”

you giggled, “i’m sorry, okay? you know i need to get higher grades this time since i’m not satisfied with my performance last semester,” you stated with a sigh.

“love... i didn’t tell you to not study, did i? my point is you shouldn’t push yourself too much, you can take a break in between you know,” he said while tucking the strands of your hair behind your ears.

you smiled and saluted jokingly, “yes, sir.”

“good. now, kiss me,” he said and grabbed your nape to kiss you.

you smiled through the kiss and pulled away, “make out break?”

jisung chuckled, “make out break.”

make out break that turned into oral sex. of course it’s jisung, this man is tempting as hell and you can’t help but give in. and it’s impossible for jisung to not eat you out when you taste so sweet for him. he always seems to be thirsty for your juice. he loves eating you out. he loves having you come on his face especially when you squirt.

he moaned as you gently pulled his hair which made the young man’s dick even harder than before. he definitely loves it when you pull his hair out of pleasure that he’s giving you.

“fuck, you taste so good, i can’t get enough of you...”

“so fucking sweet... mhm...”

“want your juices on my face, please...”

jisung’s moans and groans is like music to your ears. you enjoy hearing him moan and say nasty things while eating you out, it makes him even hotter.

“need your fingers, ji...” you moaned while palming your own breasts.

“yeah? my girl’s so greedy, isn’t she? but since you’ve been studying really hard, i think you deserve it,” he inserted two fingers inside your hole while his plump pink lips is sucking your clit.

he keeps pumping his fingers inside you while he watch you play with your nipples, caressing and pinching them. your hands are back on jisung’s blue hair—tugging it when you felt like you’re about to come.

when you calm down from your orgasm, instead of cleaning your juices with tissues, jisung licked and swallowed them dry. even if jisung wanted to stuff his cock inside you, he felt like you needed rest so he laid you down on your bed properly and cuddled you to sleep.

“i can’t sleep, i still need to study—”

“just take a nap and then i’ll help you study later... what about that?” he asked.

you smiled and nodded, leaving a kiss on his cheek before closing your eyes, letting your sleepiness take you.

#park jisung smut #park jisung imagine #nct dream smut #nct dream imagine #park jisung fic #nct dream fic

[romanarose]

Please Don’t Go?

Santiago Garcia x Gn!reader

Summary: You beg Santi not to leave for work.

Warnings: Extremely depressed reader, Santi worries they might be a danger to themself. Eating problems but not for weight loss, more appetite loss. References to concerns of self harm in some way. Proceed with caution.

Immersability: reader is gender neutral so you can imagine fem, masc, non binary etc. but I generally write fem so if I mess up on pronouns or something lmk. Santi can carry reader.

AN: Written on my phone bc I’m having a time rn and just wanna lay in bed and think of Santiago. Writing will probably sound worse than my usual bullshit.

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Santi had been forced hit snooze 6 times already. You wouldn’t let him leave.

He knew you’d been struggling, and nothing he could do seemed to help. You didn’t respond to anything he tried. He couldn’t get you to go for a walk; the only time you went outside was when he picked you up and took you. Hell, he’d bought and assembled a porch swing just so that you could stay attached to him since you would not let go.

You weren’t eating. He tried cooking home made, he tried ordering your favorites, he even tried getting you desert for dinner just so you’d eat something. In the end he had to threaten to take you to the hospital if you didn’t at least choke down a few bites per meal; Santiago tried his best to make the most nutritious food he could. Soon enough he figured out you’d eat smoothies, and put all the powders, spinach, and super fruits he could get his hands on as well as nutrition shakes. It was better than nothing.

You only washed when he drew you a bath or showered with you.

You didn’t do any of your crafts you enjoyed.

You didn’t laugh at your shows or read books or listen to podcasts.

You weren’t you.

The benefit of consulting is he could do a lot of work at home, which he did so he could help care for you…. But there was another reason. He was scared to leave you alone.

He frequently texted, called when he could, and if you didn’t answer he asked Frankie Ben or Will to check in. They usually found you catatonically watching mindless TV in a daze.

It was getting worse.

“Hey baby, I need to get going, okay? I can get ready in the room if you want…” Santiago attempted to get up, but you caught his hand. With sad, already tearful eyes at 7 AM, you look up at him where he sat.

“Please don’t go?”

“Mi amor I have to… I have a presentation to do….”

He watched your lip quiver, letting go of his hand and sliding it back under the covers and look away from him, dejected.

“Okay.” You were closing off from him.

“I love you.” He said, again and again and again as he dressed, brushed his teeth, made breakfast and placed a breakfast sandwich in front of you, but only short responses. You weren’t mad. If you were mad, he could handle it… but your were sad, and that hurt him, so, so much. He’d hid all the sharp knives, razors, belts, anything he thinks might be a danger to you, but he didn’t feel right leaving. His gut told he couldn’t go…

Santiago called his boss, an old army pal of his. “Hey man… listen I uh… I’m not feeling good, can Will do the presentation? I can send him over the notes and-“

“No one knows it better than you, Pope. C’mon, you’ve been working on this for months, what’s wrong?”

“I just uhhh I have a cold, that’s all.”

“That’s not it, is it?”

Damn him. He knew Santi too well. “No, it’s not.” Santi explained it, how badly you were doing and how worried he was. That gut feeling.

His boss listened. “Do you think you can come in for just the presentation?”

“Yeah, yeah man I can do that.” Benny could come over for those two hours, keep you company.

“Okay, just come in at noon and then talk to me, we’ll see if we can’t get you some time off for this. After this project is done, me and Will can take on some of your duties.

“I appreciate it I do, but I don’t want you guys to have to-“

“Pope, your family is sick, it’s doesn’t matter that it’s mental. They need you. You’d do the same for us.”

*

When Santi came back into the room, he found you softly crying and promptly climbed back into bed after kicking off his shoes. Santiago pulled you into his arms and held you close as you cried… softly, he cried with you. He was worried, so fucking worried.

“It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart… it’ll be okay. I’m gonna take care of you. Whatever you need, I’m here… but baby?” With a gentle hand, Santi tilted your face up too look at him. He really was so, so handsome. Dark skin, sharp jaw, and normal steely eyes wet with worry. “We need to get you help, okay? We need to get you in with a psych. We can’t do this alone.”

You consider for a moment before burrying your head into his chest. “Okay.”

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Idk I’m in a mood.

Started writing this, roommate came home and tried talking to me, I was already trying not to cry so she asked me if I was okay which naturally made me cry. I’ve never cried in front of her before so I think she was surprised but gave me a really nice hug.

No tag list bc I’m on my phone and tired but I’ll rb tomorrow with the tag list if I find the energy

Love y’all, please take care of yourselves.

#santiago garcia #Santiago Garcia x reader #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #Santiago Garcia hurt comfort #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #santiago pope garcia #hurt comfort #tw depression #tw sh

[the1975attheirverybest]

Playing On My Mind

Summary: Matty and his girl spend a day together doing absolutely nothing and they have the best time. 

This wasn’t a request or anything. Just…every time I listen to that song, I think about the things that might have inspired him to write it. 

Warnings: weed I guess? But only a tiny bit. 

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Her musical laugh filled the open space of the living room, making Matty automatically smile. “Okay, but how stoned are you, actually?” She giggled as she watched his face with squinty eyes. He could see her staring, out of the corner of his eye, but he kept his eyes fixed on the tv, carrying on with his rant. “I’m just sayin.’ The director clearly thinks he’s doin’ somethin’ revolutionary. But, it’s literally copied from generations of artists before- completely unimaginative!” He brought the blunt he’d been waving around back to his lips, taking a puff. 

She plopped on the couch next to him, removing the barrier of throw pillows between them and getting impossibly close. She was a sucker for how thick his northwestern accent got whenever he was stoned. She couldn’t stop smiling at him the whole time he spoke. Like she was held captive by his presence, unable to pull herself away. 

Her adoring eyes making him suddenly self-conscious, he blushed, a shy smile pulling at his lips and a dimple flickering on his face. 

“Too pretentious?” He asked, finally gathering the courage to turn and look at her. Just as he’d expected, he felt lightheaded looking into her eyes. It occurs to him that her lips were right there, so, he kissed her. 

“I love when you’re pretentious.” She mumbled against his mouth, smiling.

“All this weed’s makin’ me hungry.”

“the fridge’s empty. Shall we go get food? I could go for some Chinese right now.” She fixed her posture, only to slowly melted against him moments later, resting her head on his shoulder.

“See, I really want a burger.” He tilted his head to rest it on top of hers. 

“You always do this” she laughed and he felt her voice in his skull. The vibrations of her sound, her jaw moving. Matty found it oddly relaxing. “That’s why it takes us ages to go to dinner. We can never agree on what to eat!”

“Why’s that my fault? Compromise for once. Get a burger with me.”

“Matty, you need vegetables.”

“Burgers have lettuce…sometimes.”

She laughed, a long, drawn-out and silent, giggle. He loved that she found everything funny whenever she got stoned with him. She didn’t do it as often as he did, so it was always a treat, to watch her let loose and relax a bit. 

“The pub down the street makes burgers. Right across the street from the Chinese place. We’ll get one on our way back.” She thought her solution was brilliant. Neither one of them would need to compromise. “You’ll have yours and I’ll have mine. We’ll eat together at home.”

“Kinda don’t wanna leave this couch.” Matty confessed. 

“You’ve sat here since….we woke up!”

“And I shall stay here until I die.”

“Ugh. Fine. I’ll go.”

“Take my wallet. It’s…uhh- somewhere in this house.”

“It’s in your jeans pockets from last night.” She announced, waking away from him and up the stairs. 

“What would I do without you?” He mumbled into the air. 

***

“Last chance to come with me!” She walked back downstairs, now fully dressed. 

“Nah. I’m good. This film just got worse. Gotta see it through.” Matty had lit a second joint. He was clearly starting to actually enjoy the movie. 

“I’ll be back- give me a kiss. My beautiful, mop haired boy- alright. See you in a bit. Love you.”she kissed his cheek and messed with his curls, making him chuckle and fake annoyance. 

***

She’d hardly made it down the street before she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. Checking the screen, she smiled and shook her head.

“Hey, you…”

“I miss you.” Matty groaned on the other end of the line. 

“Told you to come with me….did you need something?”

“Nah, just wanted to hear your voice.”

***

“Honey, I’m home!” She called out to him, in a sing-song tone, hauling several bags-worth of food in behind her. “I got us some wine, too.”

Matty was, as she expected, right where she’d left him. 

She passed him the wine bottle, setting the food down in the center of the room. 

“I’ll go get us some plates.” Matty stood up for the first time in several hours, feeling a bit dizzy as he stretched his feet. “You find something for us to watch” he instructed her before heading to the kitchen. 

“What happened to your movie?” He heard her yell out to him. 

“It started making a little too much sense.” His voice was faint from all the way in the kitchen, but she still heard him. 

***

“You want a glass?” She tipped the wine bottle in his direction.

The TV played in the background. Matty had no idea what she’d selected for their dinner entertainment. They’d both been scrolling through their phones as they munched on their food, in total silence, contentedly co-existing. 

“Am I allowed to drink if I’ve taken my pills?”

Her eyebrows raised in recognition. “That’s a good question. Wait, let me google it, what’re your antidepressants called?”

“Oh, fuck it, give me that bottle.”

“Matty!”

“What? My body has survived much worse.”

***

“I think our wedding should be somewhere warm. With an ocean.”  She announced, unprompted. 

“You’d really wanna marry me?” Matty crossed his legs underneath him, trying not to let his giddy smile shatter his face. 

“Yeah, I mean someday. If you wanna. On a beach. With just my two best friends, and the guys.” She nodded, looking into the distance, picturing the scene as she  described it to him. 

“You can’t swim very well. What if you drown on our wedding day?”

“You wouldn’t save me?”

“Depends, is it a me or you sort of situation? Or can I save us both?”

“Excuse me?!!” Her voice was shrill it made Matty’s ears ring. He erupted into laughter. His hand on his recently full stomach. 

“Fifty percent of marriages end in divorce.” He said after his laughter had subsided. 

She simply reached for a fry off his plate. 

“Oi! Keep your hands to yourself!” He swatted her away. “I don’t want us to get divorced when we’re old.” 

“I don’t think we’d  even last long enough. You won’t even share your fries with me. Not a good indicator, I gotta say.”

***

“I love you.” Matty whispered, staring up at the ceiling fan as it went round and round. 

“Love you, too.”

“No, I’m serious.” He glanced at her briefly, before looking back to. “I know I’m neurotic and crazy. Can be hard to put up with me.” 

A smile crept onto her face as she heard him speak. 

“But, I’ve been all over the world….Seen all there is to be seen. And, honestly” he turned to look her in the eyes again. “the world is most beautiful when I see it in your eyes.”

“Matty, you’re so stoned. That’s so pretentious.”

He leaned in to kiss her. “Thought you loved my pretentiousness.”

“I do. I love you.”

“I’d risk divorce to marry you.” 

#matty healy fanfiction #matty Healy fanfic #matty healy fluff #matty healy x you #matty healy x reader #matty healy x y/n #matty healy oneshot

[arctichotch]

hey, i saw your send request post, currently im not feeling well so can you write captain john price taking care of sick reader? also they have some cuddles, just a very fluffy fic! thank you!! :D

hey, hope you feel better soon!

(i haven't written anything in donkey's years so excuse the potential mess below)

pairing: john price x gn!reader

warnings: sickening FLUFF, sick stuff nothing gross though, short and sweet

whilst you're here check out my character list and feel free to send me more requests

You felt like your insides were on fire. That your brain was knocking on the backs of your eyes trying to bust out of the confines of your skull. You felt like a sweaty mess and judging by the looks of sympathy you got from your colleagues walking out of your office after your boss sent you home, you looked like one too.

The journey home was a total blur and you nearly collapsed onto your couch the second you got through the door, only just having enough energy to kick off your shoes. You heard the shrill ringing and buzzing of your phone dumped by the door but there was not a single part of you that felt you could go get it.

Your eyes slipped closed, and that was that. One final thought before you fell to sleep - John will not be happy that you went to work feeling unwell this morning...

-

The bang of your apartment door closing woke you suddenly.

Oh shit, you are definitely not in any position to even think of some of the self-defence John taught you, let alone using it.

Luckily, you heard one of your favourite sounds (although as much as the sound was appreciated, it still made your head throb.)

"Love, I'm home."

Shit, he was home. You had a vague remembrance of him letting you know he'd be home from his month long mission and having told him you'd take him out, treat him to dinner.

So much for those plans.

"M'here," You grumbled from your place on the couch. John rounded the couch into the living room turning on the lights, making you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to alleviate the pounding in your head. "Think m'sick."

"You look sick, yeah. This why you didn't pick up your phone, was calling you. Got worried, love." He knelt down beside you, his knees groaning at the movement.

"You shouldn't kneel like that, you'll hurt yourself, old man."

"Oi, watch it, cheeky." He placed his always freezing cold hand on your forehead. "Could fry an egg on that head of yours. Have you taken anything?"

You shook your head, burying your head into the pillow. "Okay, I'll go get some ibuprofen to try get your temperature down, then I'll get you something to eat. I assume you've not eaten anything, right?"

"Hmphh."

"What would you do without me, eh? Just wither away from the common cold." He chuckled as he moved towards the kitchen.

After he had loaded you up with ibuprofen, some toast and a whole lot of water, he set you up on the couch all tucked up with blankets and the TV loaded up with Netflix, while he took a shower (only allowed to leave after he had promised you with cuddles after he was done.)

When he came out you immediately commandeered him and his attention, snuggling up practically on top of him while watching your favourite show for the billionth time.

"I'm sorry that we couldn't do dinner. I promise this isn't just me trying to get out of paying."

He laughed, his big belly laugh that you miss every single day he is gone. "It's okay, love. I know you're really sick, poor baby."

"I feel gross and sick, and I don't want to make you sick but I really can't think of anything worse than you not being right here."

"I don't get sick, my immune system is undefeatable and you know it. You ever seen me sick, love?"

"There's always time, babe." You slipped your hand under his shirt resting it on his stomach, trying to leach some heat off him.

"You're shaking. You cold?" You nodded and he was quick to pull a blanket from the back of the couch to cover you both.

"I missed you, lots and lots." You said, just now feeling the relief of having him back safe with you.

"Missed you too, love. Hopefully got a few days off now, so I can nurse you back to health." He gave you a big sloppy kiss on your forehead, "I'll take my payment in kisses and cuddles, please. No other currency accepted."

You smiled looking up at him, "I'll see what I can work out."

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[demonsandmischief]

-Chapter 13: The Avengers' Therapist-

Bisexual Female Reader x The Avengers

Rated M for eventual sexual themes

900 Words

My Masterlist for Previous Chapters. Please Read Disclaimer in Ch. 1

"These are so cute," Wanda cooed, dropping a few candies on her gingerbread man to give him buttons.

"I think I'm just making a mess," Steve sighed, putting down the bag of icing and cleaning his messy hands with a napkin.

You glanced at the blob of icing covering Steve's gingerbread man and laughed.

"Just scrape it off," you told him.

"You're acting like Santa himself is coming to judge these things," Tony said, eating yet another sugar cookie.

"You're going to get a belly ache," you warned.

"No I'm not," he retorted, rolling his eyes.

Natasha straightened from where she was leaning over the island. She took a drink from the beer sitting next to her, stuffing her phone she was scrolling on in her back pocket.

"I think all of this is adorable," Nat said with a pretty smile she tended to reserve just for you. You offered her a gentle smile of your own.

"I agree," Clint said from the couch. He had made everyone hot chocolate, and he was laying on his back watching the movie that was playing. "We've always got a million things going on. In all the years we have known each other, we have never celebrated Christmas Eve and Christmas together."

"Pass me the red icing," Buck said to Sam.

"Can you say please?" Sam asked, handing it to him anyway.

"I think yours looks worse than mine, Buck," Steve teased.

"Yeah, well, yours wasn't trying to stab someone like mine. I want them to be covered in blood." Bucky broke off the arm of his gingerbread man, tossing it in is mouth.

"How destructive," you said. "I'm sure Santa will appreciate the creativity."

After each of you decorated lots and lots of cookies, you retrieved your gifts for them from your room and put them under the beautiful twinkling tree. A few others had already done the same.

Then, you piled blankets and pillows onto the floor in front of the couch. You had convinced them to sleep with you there. That way, you all could be together.

It was Nat who called dibs laying next to you, and Steve got the other side. The others spread further out on the floor and the furniture.

You laid down, but Nat stayed sitting up, with her back against the couch.

"You've made today so special," she whispered, hardly audible over the movie that was playing. Her nose bumped against yours. "Hasn't she, Steve?"

Steve's eyes moved from the screen to the both of you. He smiled. "Of course."

He leaned down, his lips gently catching yours.

When he leaned away, Natasha surprisingly took his place. She mashed her lips to yours, a bit rougher and more urgent than Steve.

Her hands went under your head, lifting you up into her. Just as you reached to wrap around her, she released you with a teasing smile.

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You must've fallen asleep soon after that because you woke up bright and early the next morning. There were a lot more presents under the tree, and the whole room was decorated like it was right out of the North Pole. There were twinkly lights everywhere, paper snowflakes, stockings hanging below the tv. It was magical.

You were the first and only one awake. Everyone was sleeping soundly, and while you were tempted to wake everyone up, you decided to get started on breakfast instead. You had made homemade cinnamon rolls the night before, and they needed to rise for a little bit before they could be baked.

You successfully untangled yourself from Steve, and as soon as you got some coffee brewing, everyone started to stir.

"Merry Christmas," Wanda said, her voice soft and warm as she wrapped her arms around you.

You smiled. "Merry Christmas to you, too. How do you feel? I know we talked about today being difficult for you."

"It's okay," she admitted, nuzzling her cheek against yours. "Celebrating the holidays without the people I love will always be hard, but this is the first year I realized I have a lot of people here that love me."

"I think that's the sweetest thing I've heard you say," Nat smiled, opening the fridge and pouring herself a glass of orange juice. She dipped her finger into the icing bowl you were mixing. "I hope you know that we care about you, too."

You liked this sentimental side of Natasha that the holiday seemed to bring out.

"I also got you the things to make that stew you told me about," you told Wanda. "The cabbage one with sausage."

Wanda's eyes lit up. "Really? The kapustnica?"

"Yeah if that's how you say it," you laughed. "I think I got all of the ingredients to hopefully make it like your parents did."

Wanda gave you an excited kiss.

Tony poured himself a cup of coffee, and soon, everyone was piled back on the floor opening presents.

"I want to know how you knew exactly what to get us," Tony said. He had his legs stretched out and you were between them, your back against his chest. He kissed your forehead.

"I told you. I'm here to listen," you said, feeling the familiar flush on your neck at their attention.

"Everything was perfect, honey," Steve said.

Here's Ch. 14

------------------Author's Note-------------------------

Cute fluffy chapter I wrote Christmas day

AND SHE KISSED NAT HELPP

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THEY DID WHAT!?

WC: 1,8K

Relationship: Little!Rain/Caregiver!Swiss

Tags: Age regression, they/them, eds Rain, hurt/comfort

Never before was Swiss left alone with the water ghoul when they were regressed, and when little Rain remembered a trick they wanted to show Swiss… it didn't work out to well.

Notes: More little Rain! (Again, age regression, nothing sexual here). My own cartwheel accident from yesterday brought up regressed eds Rainy thoughts and with @ominousposting we've thought about how Swiss would react, before he got experience as Rain's caregiver. So, here it is. Also tagging @everybodyshusband, for little guppy <3

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Swiss was terrified.

Did it have to be now? Did they all have to have left today?

He was not good with kits, human babies or regressed Rain. He was funny, entertaining, yeah, but taking actual care of them?

He was terrified.

Swiss was up already when the rest left. Shopping. They all went shopping, all the ghouls but him and Rain. He himself was too lazy and Rain said they weren’t interested in going the day before, still sleeping when the group went out. When they did wake up, though, and stumbled into the common room where Swiss was watching TV half asleep, his blood ran cold.

Rain woke up little, apparently, or rather didn’t wake up big, as they regressed the day before. Swiss hadn’t thought about that when he realised he’d have a whole day alone with the water ghoul. What in the name of Satan was he supposed to do?

First, he let Rain glue themself to his warm body with a quiet purr, then scrambled to call Aether, “A- Aether, hell, Rain’s still small, what the fuck do I do, I’ve never-”

“Hey, Swiss, calm down, first of all,” the quintessence ghoul’s voice sounded through the cranky phone speaker, “You’ll be fine, you know what to do.”

“No, no, I’ve never took care of them, I just fool around and make them laugh when needed but I can’t actually-”

“Swiss!” Aether yelled into the phone, making the other shut up for a moment. “You’ll both be fine. You know what to do when they dislocate something and you know how to treat them when little. You really will be fine. You can text me or Lus if something comes up, but you’ll do great on your own.”

“I… okay, I’ll do my best,” he stuttered, Rain nuzzling into his chest as if confirming they believed in him.

“You’ll do great,” Aether repeated, and he hung up.

“Okay,” Swiss sighed to himself, dropping the phone, “I can totally do this.”

For the better part of the day he was actually doing great. There were moments when the multi ghoul was scared he royally messed up, to only be put on the verge of passing out of relief when Rain giggled instead of bursting into tears. Fortunately, at least their joints had a good day, the water ghoul moving around with no trouble with nothing but one of their special forearm crutches. 

After succeeding in talking Rain into eating lunch without making them cry (what Swiss considered a huge victory, thank you very much), they went out into the garden. At first the water ghoul laid down with their head in Swiss’ lap, eyes closed as his claws scratched at their scalp. It was already afternoon, the rest should be back soon, and Swiss was tempted to say he made it.

Unless, he didn’t.

Out of nowhere, Rain shot up, startling Swiss, who nearly fell asleep with all the stress taking care of the little ghoul brought, “Swissy, look what I can do!”

“Guppy, what do you mean?” he asked, all panicky, scrambling up after the water ghoul. “Kiddo, please be careful, don’t hurt yourself…”

Swiss had no idea what Rain wanted to so proudly show him until it was too late to stop them. With a smile on their face they put their arms up in the air and then folded in half and did a cartwheel. 

Or rather half of it, as one of their wrists dislocated with all the pressure put on it with a crack Swiss flinched at before rushing to their side, fear making him sweat.

“Oh, kiddo, are you-” he didn’t get a chance to finish before Rain burst into tears sitting on the grass. He gathered the ghoul up into his arms, watchful of the injured wrist as they sobbed into his shoulder, “Shhh, it’s okay, does it hurt much?”

Rain didn’t answer, just kept making the saddest little hurt kitten-like noises that tore Swiss’ heart to pieces. He thought the accident may have made them regress even more, Aether said that it sometimes happened with their pain.

He tried whispering soothing words and offering calming touches but Rain was still crying and shaking so hard, choking on air and their own tears. The multi ghoul nearly started wailing himself, so lost and scared. He managed to dig out his phone, calling Aether with shaky hands.

“We’re on our way back, an hour or so left,” he said, not giving the multi ghoul a chance to say a word, “Swiss, you’re fine, just put on the TV, it’ll keep them busy and-”

“A- Aeth, they- I messed up, they did a- shit- a cartwheel, and-”

“THEY DID WHAT!?”

“P- please don’t be mad, yell at me later,” Swiss pleaded, his voice actually breaking, “just please, please, tell me what to do, they won’t stop crying and I can’t-”

“I’m not mad, first of all,” Aether said, trying to sound as calm as he could, but it’s be a lie if he said he wasn’t getting worried himself. “Second of all, are they hurt?”

“I- I think something happened to their wrist,” Swiss whined, rocking himself and Rain in his arms back and forth, “but they won’t speak, they’re just making these… shit, I don’t know, Aeth.”

“These crying kit noises?” the quintessence ghoul asked.

“Yes! Yes, w- what does it mean, what do I do?”

“They regressed more, that’s it,” Aether explained, now Swiss’ turn to let out a pathetic noise. “But you’re still fine, they’re just smaller and won’t speak, you got it.”

“Fuck, Aeth, can’t you speak to them, they call you mama!? Or Lus? I don’t know- hell, just tell me what to do!” the multi ghoul practically yelled, his heart constricting painfully when the volume made Rain, already shaking like a leaf and choking on snot, flinch. “Shit, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, guppy.”

“Don’t apologise, but talk to them like that,” Aether said, ignoring Swiss’ question. “Put me on speaker, for you, and focus on Rain.”

Swiss obeyed, placing his phone on the grass and wrapping both of his arms around Rain, speaking softly into their ear.

“Shhh, kiddo, you’re okay. It’s fine, Rainy,” if Swiss was being honest, he was talking as much to Rain as to himself, “I’ve got you, it’s okay, my guppy. Everything’s fine.”

“Good,” Aether's voice sounded again. “Now, I need you to pull on your quintessence a bit.”

“What? No, I- I don’t think I can-” the multi ghoul panicked again.

“You can,” the other reassured, “all you have to do is feel around if the pain is so bad they’re crying that hard, or it’s something else.”

“Okay, I… I think I can try,” Swiss swallowed audibly, shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath. He wasn’t bad with the little amount of quintessence power he had, but in his current state he doubted himself more than ever. Still, he focused and tried to feel what Rain was feeling. 

“I- I don’t think there’s much pain, Aeth,” he whispered, digging a bit deeper. “I think there’s something like… shame? Embarrassment? But that can’t be right, right?”

“I think it is,” the quintessence ghoul chuckled, making Swiss furrow his brows at his reaction. What the hell was so funny? “I assume they wanted to show off, yeah?”

“Yeah…”

“And they failed, in their opinion, at least. Rain’s just embarrassed, Swiss. And very little, that’s what with all the tears.”

“Oh…”

“Exactly,” Aether sighed. “So just talk them out of the shame, you can do it. We’ll be there soon.”

“Aeth, wait I- ass,” Swiss spat as the call was hung up again. “Rain? Rainy, guppy, I need you to listen to me.”

He didn’t expect an answer, but did get a whine that could be considered one, in return.

“Kiddo, I’m so proud of you, you’re so brave,” he started, feeling like he was failing at finding appropriate words. “My guppy, that was such a cool trick. And you did it all on your own, without your crutches. I’m so proud of you, Rainy.”

Swiss had no idea what he was even talking about, just repeating all of that over and over again until he was stopped by Rain lifting their head from his shoulder. They looked up at him with a face all red and splotchy, snot and tears running down their cheeks, eyes still so very wet. There was a silent question in their sad gaze.

“I am, Rainy, so proud of you, always,” Swiss assured once again, wiping the water ghoul’s cheeks with his thumbs. They leaned into the touch, the smallest hint of a purr bubbling in their chest. The multi ghoul nearly cried from relief. “Let’s get back inside, yeah? Your mamas should be here soon, we can go watch TV and wait for them, what do you say?”

Rain nuzzled further into Swiss’ warm (and sweaty) palm, nodding with a quiet chirp. The multi ghoul let out a shuddering breath as he readjusted his hold on them and braced himself to get up. He swayed a little, his legs having kind of fallen asleep with their position from moments before. 

But they made it back into the common room, Swiss not letting go of Rain as they were holding onto the bigger ghoul like a koala to a tree. He turned the TV on and plopped them both down on the couch. Swiss was half sitting against the back of it and Rain had curled up by his side with their head on his chest so they could still see the TV.

Their breathing slowed to a nearly normal pace, Swiss made them blow their nose on their way back, too, and the tears weren’t falling anymore. It was good, it was really good, Swiss was so relieved. 

He checked his phone, counting how much time had passed since Aether said it’d be an hour, they should be back fifteen minutes from now.

Swiss sighed deeply, holding Rain close and forcing a soothing purr out of his chest. The water ghoul seemed to like that, they snuggled in closer. Swiss closed his eyes and threw his head back onto the cushions, allowing himself to now try to calm down himself, when Rain already did.

When Aether and the rest got back, he and Cumulus were the first to run around the ghouls’ den looking for Rain and Swiss, especially worried with how the latter didn’t pick up their last few calls.

The quintessence ghoul leaned against the common room door frame with a relieved sigh, Cumulus joining him soon enough. Both Swiss and Rain were passed out on the couch, purring happily and nearly drowning out the quiet buzz of the still running TV.

Aether smirked, looking down at the air ghoulette to see a matching expression on her face. They were little Rain’s mamas, but apparently Swiss would earn his own caregiver nickname soon enough.

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Ooo can I please request a brothers!Tangerine/Lemon x Little sister where it’s like home alone lol? They have to rush to a mission and leave their 8 year old sister Y/n at home (with a babysitter of course), however, the babysitter doesn’t do their job… Leaving Y/n in the mansion by herself. She does what any little kid left alone would do… Watch a lot of TV, okay a lot of video games, eat a lot of candy, jump on the beds, etc, until enemies of the Twins show up and break in and Y/n goes all “Home Alone” on them. The Twins rush back having gotten the alert that someone broke in (they’re rightfully panicked), and walk in guns blazing, only to see a very messing house filled with traps, the bad guys tied up, upside down, hanging off of the upstairs rail… And a very proud little sister happily kicking her feet and waving at them while she’s just innocently watching a kids show

Lol Lemon being like like, “Welp, she is our little sister”

Tangerine face palming but also feeling a sense of pride in his lil sis😂

Also the twins rushing to hug her because they were super worried

oh my god I LOVE THISS 😭

Home alone

“Alright, you got our number, jus’ call if you need anything.” Tangerine had said to the babysitter, she just nodded and continued to scroll on her phone.

“Thank you.” He said, before they both left the house.

“You sure ‘bout her?” Lemon asked.

“She’s the cheapest one I could find.”

“You’re so cheap. Look at where we live.”

“Babysitters a babysitter, mate.” Tangerine rolled his eyes. “She’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He said, and they both got in the car.

The babysitter stayed for a little, before saying she was going to a party, and to tell your brothers that she was still there so she’d get paid.

You looked at her confused but agreed anyways, you were now home alone. You smirked when the door closed, and switched the channel. It was a horror movie, Texas chainsaw massacre.

You smiled as you realized you had hours home alone now. You could do anything.

You quickly raced to the kitchen, and jumped on top of the counter, and opened up a cabinet. A cabinet you weren’t usually allowed to open.

Lemon and Tangerine were auger addicts, and they always had to hide the candy from you (or you’d go crazy and eat it all like you are now)

You smirked and quickly got down a bunch of boxes, grabbing as much as you could and hopping down onto the floor again. You sat snack onto the couch, and ate almost all of it until you couldn’t eat anymore.

You switched the channel to another horror movie, saw this time.

You watched all the traps, and got bored after a while. So you went to one place you weren’t allowed.

The both of their bedrooms.

You made your way to Tangerines first, it was neat, and books were scattered around the room. Some plants and some flowers as well. Pictures of Tangerine, Lemon, and you all around as well. As well as an old painting.

You stood up, and started to jump up and down, laughing loudly as you did so, the bed getting messed up while you did so.

You then fell down, laughing wildly and grinning. That was about the most fun ever.

You cleaned up his room back to normal, then went to Lemons.

You’ve been in Lemons room tons of times, the both of you watching shows and TV.

It was messier, and it was more childish and fun. It had pictures of you, tangerine, and himself all around like Tangerines did. His bedsheets a bright blue. And small train figures scattered on his desk, along with some stickers of different things.

You smiled and did the same, smiling and laughing for a while before you heard a knock at the door. You furrowed your eyebrows and made your way back downstairs.

Your brothers couldn’t be home this early. No way!

“Who is it?” You said, in the best grown up deep voice you could muster.

“Its uh… your grandfather!” He made up a liez

“My grandpas dead.” You said back.

“It’s… your great grandfather.”

That’s a lie. You knew that.

So quickly, you ran down the basement, grabbing anything you could with a small smirk. A rope, some tape, and some other things. Your brothers had showed you what to do in case something like this happened.

You quickly set up the trap, the man outside fidgeting with the door knob. You placed the net hidden, and hid what activated it underneath some tape. It looked like a mess, but it would work hopefully.

The man grew agitated, and blew the door open with his shotgun.

Tangerine looked at his phone when he got the alert someone was at the front door, of course he had only seen the part where the man blew the door off.

He showed Lemon, and they both drove faster, breaking the speed limit a couple times while doing so.

The man was now in a net, it barely was hanging on, he fell down slightly every minute.

His gun had fallen, and you just stared at it, waiting on the stairs.

The twins had come in, both guns out. They looked around and noticed you on the stairs.

“Holy shit. Are you alright?” Tangerine said, going up to you while Lemon stared in amusement at the man captured in the net, hanging on by the stairs.

“I’m fine. He’s not.” You pointed to the man, who just growled.

“Is that who I think it is?” Lemon snickered, and went closer.

“Think it is, Lemon. What do ya say we kill him right now?”

“Nah, I say we torture him.” Lemon sniffled, and the man just thrashed in the net, making it fall from the rope. He fell onto the hard floor with a groan, and looked up to the three of you staring at him.

“Can’t believe you got beat by a child?” Tangerine teased, grabbing him out of the net, and pulling his wrists roughly.

“Now I want you to tell everyone, including the person who hired you, to never come here ever fuckin’ again. Don’t even lay your eyes on her ever again.” Tangerine said.

“Yeah, you’re lucky we don’t shoot ya fuckin’ eyes out right now.”

“Well then who’d give everyone our message?” Tangerine said, and shoved him outside, the man tripping and falling on the driveway while running.

“Nice job, y/n.” Lemon said, turning back to you and giving you a high five, making you beam.

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“hello my youngest what can I do for you this pleasant morning?” you kept your eyes on your phone knowing the footsteps of your three children by heart, your husband grumbles turning over pulling the sheet up over his head.

the slapping of your six year old’s feet against the tile floor as she ran to jump into your lap, being the only thing you hear before it happens. you laugh with your daughter as your phone falls on the bed.

“haytari! you see your daddy tryna sleep.” she laughs teasingly. “i think he should wake up, no amount of sleep would fix that mug.” you burst out laughter as your husband shoots up. “i only look like this caus’a you brats.”

your middle child, eight year old mylo announces his presence, walking into your now wide open bedroom sitting at the edge of your huge bed. “if that’s what you need to tell yourself dad i support you!” kyotani growls out a “lo…” as his son pokes at his feet under the covers.

your eldest, ten year old kyara walks in skittishly, sitting at your feet. “what are we talking about in here guys?” your youngest speaks up. “dad’s ugly face.” you exclaim a ‘heihei!’ stifling your giggles as you husbands eyebrows twitch, a chastising “brat…” leaving his lips.

“it’s okay dad i still think you’re pretty.” kentaro sighs, fingers massaging his forehead, already tired from the day as he responds to kyara. “thanks key.” she smiles as if she’d accomplished something. “you’re welcome dad.” you laugh at the whole interaction, fixing hei’s bonnet.

“alright kids stop messing with your father, now what do y’all want?” hei wraps her arms around your neck, kissing your cheek as she creepily strokes your bonnet. “nothing but your love mother.” you hum unconvinced as you looked into her gleaming eyes then behind her to your other children, finding them staring back.

“yea right! what really you little gremlins?” mylo shouts no longer able to hide his excitement. “when’s our uncle coming mom!?” kentaro scoffs as you answer looking at your phone. “y’all are lucky I was just on the phone with him. he’ll be here in four hours— five if he doesn’t like his outfit probably, just enough time for y’all to get ready. I gotta do y’all hair, so go shower and brush your teeth; you all have dragon breath.”

they all jump out of your bed, rushing to their rooms. “finally damn disrespectful brats.” your husband says leaning over to kiss you. you stop him with a finger to his lips, his eyebrows furrowing as he ‘hmmps’ questioningly. “that goes for you too ken. you can kiss me all you want after.” he nods pulling away from your finger, jumping out the bed to the bathroom.

your family is sat in the living room after eating a full breakfast, watching a movie as you sit on the couch to do the kids hair, setting a pillow down on the floor, starting with mylo who’s the most willing because he likes getting his hair played with by you.

“why don’t one of you girls go to daddy to get this done quicker?” you ask parting your sons hair. your oldest fidgets, keeping her eyes on the movie. “umm no thanks mom.” you were about ask why before your youngest spoke up, her little figure lying on the couch in a relaxed manner.

“no offense mom but dad doesn’t know what he’s doing and he’s had ten years to practice. remember when he tried to do kyara’s hair last week? she looked like no one loved her, no offense kiki.” kyara glanced at her little sister before looking back at the large tv, replying. “oh um none taken i guess.”

your jaw dropped as mylo raised his hand. “i want a no offense too!” your little one complies. “no offense lo.” “none taken!” he grins making you smile at the little interaction before looking at your husband with a teasing look. he shook his head at whatever idea was going through yours, a stressed look on his face.

“heihei, why didn’t you say no offense to your dad?” the brown haired girl declares with assertion, looking to you then her father. “because i wanted him to be offended mommy.” you cackle, slapping your hand against your knee, panting to catch your breath as your husband slinks into the couch, throwing his head back. “i am sick of all of you. none of you are good people.”

after finishing their hair in different styles of braids, the doorbell rings and your husband goes to answer it. he snarls when toru pushes past him to the living room, closing the door and standing by it as he watches you all run up to toru, hugging him screaming his name.

“y/n!! my pups!!” he screams back, your husband scoffs and you roll your eyes, knowing he was going to try to bully the lanky, well dressed male. “when are you getting your own family? an’ where you taking my kids?” toru does the gesture of waving him off, a dashing smile on his face.

“why have a family when i can rent one? it’s more fun being the rich uncle anyways; i’m taking the pups shopping then to the amusement park, they should be good and tired when I bring ‘em back.” you smile thanking toru for the next few hours of quiet that he’s bringing you, he says no problem kissing your cheek as he rushes the kids out of your house, dodging the powerful smack kentaro was finna land on him.

you’re now in your bed lounging with your husband who tsks. “still don’t like that oikawa is their uncle.” you giggle raking your hand up and down his chest. “well maybe you shouldn’t have fallen for and gotten married to his best friend.“ he grumbles as you kiss at his jaw to distract him adding “at least iwa is their uncle too.”

he ‘hmmps’ leaning into your affection “that’s the only upside.” it makes you giggle, your upper half laying on his. “now tell me why you wanted those brats again?” you laugh, hitting him on the chest. “i’m not the one with the breeding kink ken~ or did you forget?” he smirks, flipping you over so he’s on top. “you’re right i did, why don’t you help me remember.” you squeal laughing as he covers you both with the blanket.

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

#city.writes #black writers #i love bob’s burgers sm like it’s def in my top ten #i might make this a little thing i love it so much #oikawa is the fun uncle and he’s rich not that you and kyotani ain’t but if your kids ask jus know it’s up🤧 #specially if they ask kawa for something that their dad said no to he’d buy that thing in bulk to piss off kyotani #kawa jus getting him back for all the bullying poor bby🤭 #black reader #black fem reader #x black reader #x black fem reader #black yn #kyotani x black!reader #kyotani x black fem!reader #hq kyoutani #hq kentaro #kyoutani kentarou #bb au!kyotani

[tumsa]

thrown into your tide

you know that "kitten i'll be completely honest, daddy is a fucking mess" meme? that's me, i have been a fucking mess for the past three days, and apparently, when i am a mess, i take it out on my blorbos.

have some ken/big stuff

summary: He wonders how it would feel to look at Big and not feel like his heart was slowly carved hollow, one glance at a time. warnings: canon-typical stuff, pining, feeling untethered inspired by @aikinn tags, specifically this one: #the Ken who loves Big who loves Kinn line of unrequited pain and suffering is something that can be so personal (and @snarkspawn‘s lovely art accordingly)

- - -

Sometimes Ken misses the time when Big hated him, looked at him with sharp annoyance, a slight snarl on his lips, and rolled his eyes when Ken spoke. He misses looking at Big and thinking: I want to punch you, you fucker. Feeling furious was much easier than feeling invisible. Feeling not enough, never enough.

He wonders how it would feel to look at Big and not feel like his heart was slowly carved hollow, one glance at a time. How would it feel not to hear Big laughing and have the barbed wire wrapped around his insides tighten. Ken knows he is a sore loser, never mastered the art of being okay with not being first, and so it eats at him; the void in him grows and grows, and it hungers, and it wants, and Ken doesn't know how to soothe it. 

"Do you ever wish," he asks, rubbing a bite mark he left on Big's shoulder gently, as if he could erase it with his fingertips, "that you felt differently?"

"No," Big says, and if there was a light on, Ken thinks he could see the small, gentle smile on Big's face that nobody outside of their room ever sees. "I am happy just to be near him, to protect him."

Ken hums. He wishes it was enough for him.

- - -

It begins with Chan yelling at both of them for breaking the sacred rules of peace, "no fights between bodyguards", and being childish. It's Ken's second week on the job, and he has finally lost it and punched Big in the face. The pained whimper that Big had made before pulling a gun and aiming it at Ken's chest had been glorious.

"I will not have this," Chan's voice is snappy and cold, as his eyes throw daggers at both Big and Ken, "this is not a playground. I am giving you one last chance to fix this."

He walks them to Big's room, opens the door and waits for them to get inside, pushing Ken when he is too slow to move. 

"You have until Monday," Chan says, closes the door and then locks it. He adds through the now-closed door: "If you break the lock, I will know. If either of you dies, I'll kill the other too."

"But-" Big protests pointlessly, then shuts his mouth and turns to face Ken, scowling. There's a red mark on his face where Ken's knuckles met his skin, and it makes Ken gleeful. 

"Nice one," Ken says because Big does not know how not to show emotions on his face, and right now, he looks like one of those small, angry dogs that old ladies put in their handbags. 

"Fucking great," Big says, kicking the door, "it's all your fault."

"No, mate, that's all you for being such a dick."

It's funny to watch Big reaching for his gun, only to realize that it's not there, that Chan didn't give it back. 

"Well," Ken says, because he doesn't actually want to die, and he can see Big eyeing a collection of knives on his wall, "give me a tour. Are we sharing a bed?" 

He winks, changing his mind because getting stabbed might be worth seeing Big all flustered. And then, because Big is no fun at all, he sits down on the sofa, turning away from Ken.

- - -

By Saturday, Ken thinks getting shot by Chan might be a relief. It's not the multiple fights they have had in the past two days (although Ken's ribs feel bruised and sore, and his split lip burns). It is boredom. Someone, probably Arm by Chan's request, has turned off their access to the internet so they cannot watch anything on the TV, and they are not allowed to have phones or computers, and Big has nothing else in his room that is even remotely entertaining, so Ken is dying. He can feel the time moving agonizingly slowly. Every minute feels like an eternity, and Ken might just kill Big so Chan can end the misery.

"Shoot me," he says, from where he is lying on the carpet and staring at the ceiling.

"I wish," Big unexpectedly replies, and his voice has no heat in it. They have not talked to each other outside of insults. 

"How did humans survive without the internet," Ken wonders, not for the first time. "What did they do all day?"

"Fuck if I know," apparently, they are talking now. 

Except Ken doesn't know what to say, they are not friends and have nothing in common. None of Chan's bodyguard lessons or videos included the "How to talk with your annoying coworker" tutorial.

"My grandparents play board games," Big breaks the silence. "Not that I have any."

Ken sighs, his eyes travelling down the shelf across him, full of Big's stuff. They stop at a bottle of whiskey.

"Or," he says, grinning, "we could get drunk."

- - -

"I love you, man," Ken is wheezing with laughter hours, days, or weeks later when they have emptied two bottles of whiskey and popped open a random champagne bottle.

Big is grinning on the sofa next to him. He's wearing a stupid "I <3 New York" shirt that makes Ken giggle even more. 

"That's it," Big finally slurs, looking pleased, "that's how I got the job."

"Fucking legend," Ken says, and he would clap Big on the shoulder if his arms cooperated a bit better. "If I were you, I'd sleep with my eyes open."

Big makes an agreeing noise. "I did, for like a year. He still might kill me."

From what Ken has heard about Khun Vegas in the two weeks he has been in the main family's house, he really might. 

"You'll die a hero," Ken says, looking at Big and bursting into laughter again. 

Big is fucking awesome.

- - -

Ken doesn't know who is more surprised that they both make it out alive by Monday morning, them or Chan. Or maybe it's that Ken is teaching Big how to do a backflip, and they are laughing when he opens the door. The eyebrow rise speaks volumes. 

Ken moves in with Big on Wednesday.

- - -

Ken doesn't know when things change again; there is no whiskey this time. He's used to having Big by his side, used to having Big's back during the missions; within a year, he has learned every Big's strength and weakness, he knows where to cover for him, where to let Big balance out Ken's shortcomings. They quickly go from "Big" and "Ken" to "Big and Ken". Chan takes them on missions together or not at all, and they quickly become Khun Kinn's favourites, trailing him every step he takes outside the mansion. Ken is used to it, even to the ugly parts of it, the parts where Big gets hurt and Ken worries, or parts where Ken gets injured and feels ashamed of not doing better.

It shifts, and it's a sudden, terrifying realization, and the implication of it creeps up Ken's spine like a poison ivy. It's the moment when Big enters their room, eyes wet, face bruised, red, angry finger marks on his cheek, right after he has told Ken he must tell Kinn about his suspicions of Tawan. It's the moment when Big swallows a sob as he slides down the wall, shaking and trying not to cry openly, and Ken thinks I will fucking kill Kinn that it hits him right in the solar plexus and takes his breath away.

"Big," Ken says, and his voice trembles; he feels a little untethered and a lot like the ground beneath him is moving, shifting, falling open.

"He," Big whispers, and the despair in his voice makes Ken sick, "he didn't believe me."

Ken wants to say something, anything, but his voice is drowning; he is drowning. I'm in love with you, he thinks, and the thought is like a match, setting his insides on fire, blazing its way into Ken's stomach, settling in his bones, burning.

"Fuck," he finally says, mumbles, desperate to regain some control.

"What if he dies?" Big asks as he starts weeping, trying to hold his sobs, pressing the back of his palm against his mouth, and Ken feels like someone is slicing his chest open.

"It will be okay," he says because he wants Big to stop crying and fix this somehow; he wants Big to smile and laugh about Ken's dumb jokes. "We will figure it out. I have your back, remember?"

Big nods and tries to smile through tears. Ken reaches an arm out, and Big takes it and lets Ken pull him up. Ken's skin burns under his touch.

- - -

The first time it happens, they are drunk again. They are celebrating a mission gone well. Big cannot stop grinning because Kinn had praised and promoted him to the head of his bodyguards. He looks so happy. Something ugly warms its way into Ken's bones, and yet he cannot stop grinning back.

Big leans and kisses him. It's soft and warm and nothing like kissing anyone Ken has kissed before. The gentle nip on Ken's bottom lip feels like salvation.

Big pulls away and gets up, then reaches for Ken's hand, still smiling. Their fingers lock together, and Ken thinks that for someone more used to holding a gun than anyone's hand, he could get used to it. 

He doesn't care that Big turns off the light, the soft and sweaty heat of his body, the tiny whimpers, squirming, twisting and writhing, all of it outweighs the way Big murmurs and pleads Kinn's name, between the shaky breaths, it almost sounds like Ken's. 

- - -

It happens again and again and again. It messes with Ken's head; he gets more irritable and sulky; something inside him wants to claw its way out, and it scares him. He looks at Kinn sometimes and forgets his job. He looks at Kinn and wonders how it would feel to tear him apart and have Kinn's blood on his hands, slimy and thick. 

He knows it would kill Big, so he stands between Kinn and a knife, between Kinn and a bullet, and between Kinn and the world trying to kill him. He smiles when Big hugs him after another well-done mission and swallows bitter bile when Big's eyes still follow Kinn. 

- - -

"He will never belong to you," Vegas whispers, tempting, "while Kinn is alive."

Ken gives in.

#big x ken #wild tumsa in other people's dms? #well not dms i need a better tag #anyway look at me not writing vegaspete again ha ha #i have been having a lot of feelings #sorry for taking them out on ken #kenbig #ken #big #kinnporsche #some other tags??? #still i thought your hands #protected me from the fall #did you mean that at all? #... #i need a hug #tumsa writes

[marvel-and-chicago-fan]

Relationships Can Kill

Well I have no motivation or ideas to write part three and i also started school last Wednesday so I've been busy, this is gonna be a short one since i had the urge to write something. I finally got to watching the episode where will leaves and that episode was so chaotic and i cried a little. This is also based off before Jay resigns and leaves. While doing this i was researching best universities to study medicine. Even though I'm only a sophomore in high school. (This is old i started school like a month ago)

Summary: You and your older brother Nate get into a heated argument over rumors, but did he know that his last words to you would be so brutal?

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Angst, Arguing, Fighting Drinking/Hungover, and death (My bad for this)

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You walked off the bus excited because Jay let you doordash tonight and it was friday AND Jay and Will were coming home from their brother bonding trip. You punched the numbers into the keypad and closed the door behind you. You were very thankful that Jay and Hailey had gotten a house and let both you and your brother move in with them.

“Hey Nate, wanna go play hockey with me on the lake” Nate could basically do everything but the thing he did the most was hockey, he promised to teach you so both you and him could compete against each other during the winter.

“No, I'm busy,” Nate said quickly. “Okay, do you want anything from Panda Jay let me doordash some tonight” You said “No i wouldn't wanna mess up your date with my girlfriend” Nate Spat.

“Girlfriend? I dont even like your girlfriend and i'm pretty sure she hates me so why on earth would i-” Nate cut you off and started yelling.

“I WOULD BELIEVE HER ANY DAY OVER YOU, now get outta my way, i hate you so much” Nate slammed the front door and you just stood there shocked. Instead of crying or running after him you pulled your phone from your pocket and ordered your food.

After eating dinner and getting your homework done you went ahead and texted the family group chat but only one with Will,Jay, and Hailey.

The Cops and Doctors

Y/n- When will you guys be home?

Hails <3- Soon, i have to finish this case. Do i need to bring home food

Y/n - No, Jay gave me money for Doordash

Hails <3 - Alright, I'll see you later.

Y/n - Bye Hailey

Hails <3 Bye Hailey.

You closed your messages app and decided to watch some tik tok since you would probably be bored until everyone got home.

Crash, you whipped your head to see 4 men dressed in all black standing in your room…Now you wished Nate was here.

***

Hailey walked in and the house was sortta quiet, the tv and the lights were still on but otherwise that's it. “Y/N? NATE?” Hailey shouted, nothing. Maybe they're sleeping or they're in the shower, she thought.

When Hailey peaked through Nate's door he wasn't there, Hailey knocked on your door “Y/n are you decent” Again nothing. “Y/n?.... Y/n i'm coming in” Hailey said as she was turning the doorknob.

When Hailey opened the door any happiness she had went outside the window. “Shit shit shit, NATE! NATE”

No response. Hailey didn't have time to worry about him; you were dying on the floor and you were her biggest priority.

“Y/n Halstead you do not get to do this to me, your brothers and everyone, you can't, cmon,cmon” Hailey screamed as she continued CPR.

“Hails, Y/n, Nate I’m home” Jay screamed. He waited for you to come screaming and running to him like you always did but this time you didn't, this time all jay could here was screaming and sobbing.

Jay pulled out his gun and slowly walked up the stairs of the house and walked to your room where the screaming came from. What he saw next made him freeze for about ten seconds before dropping the gun to the ground and immediately sliding over to and hailey.

“What happened?” Jay sobbed, “I-I don't know I came home and just found her like this.” Hailey replied as she CPR. Jay looked around your room and it was completely ransacked. Your dresser drawers were open and clothes either hanging from them or out of them, papers on the floor, and all your electronics were gone. Your tv, Computer, Phone, and they even somehow found your burner phone you could use to call someone in case of an emergency where you didnt have your phone because you were grounded.

“Hailey let me take over, you're getting tired.” Nothing, hailey didn't even look up from you. Jay pushed her off of you, not really a push but kinda scooted her away and continued CPR. Hailey ran to get her phone and punched in the numbers to call 9-1-1.

***

“Any sign of him?” Will asked. Nobody knew where Nate was, and his friends weren't telling anybody anything. “No, they have Adam outside the house just in case he turns up at the house” Even though the family used Life360, Nate turned his phone off. Typical of him.

Just then Connor walked into the waiting room. Will knew that face he had on very well, he knew it all too well because he would be the one to deliver the news sometimes.

“How is she?” Jay asked whistl standing up from the chair. Connor shook his head. “She didn't make it, I'm so sorry” “Bu-but you found a pulse you-you said that she was gonna make it” Jay said whilst holding back his tears.

“One of her rooms puntcered the carotid artery. I'll explain it to you when you're ready or whenever both of you are ready. Will can explain but otherwise wise i'm so sorry i couldn't have done more.” You could hear by voice that he wanted to cry but he had to hold it together for Will and Jay.

“Can we see her?.” Jays voice quiet. Connor led the brothers to the room you were in. “Oh y/n, we're so sorry” Will choked as he stroked your bruised Knuckles. Jay stood there, not moving, not reacting, not talking. His sister, his little sister, his only sister was gone, and you were never coming back.

***

6am, 6 fucking am is when your brother came back, hungover af. He looked like he drank like there was no tomorrow.

Jay nor Will was in the house. Both of them couldn't stay in that house with what happened, plus Will didn't trust Jay to be by himself so they were both at Will's apartment.

“Where have you been?” Hailey said. The whole team was doing an investigation along with another team as well. “I was out on a run” His words slurred. “Drinking? You think I don't know the signs of someone being hungover. Nate, your sister is in the hospital.” Hailey was holding back on saying you were gone. “What why?” Nate froze “Because whilst you were gone someone broke in and stabbed her to death.” Hailey cried.

“What? It was only supposed to be a joke” He mumbled. “What?” Hailey stopped fidgeting with her fingers. “It was supposed to be a joke, pay back, they were only supposed to scare her and pretend to take her stuff, they weren't supposed to kill her.” Nate said.

“Hey Adam and Kev, downstairs now, we've got him” Hailey said into her radio. “Nathanyal Halstead you're being arrested for the murder of y/n Halstead, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can be used against you in the court of law” Adam said as he arrested the teen. “She was a good sister and she was your only sister, now you're gonna suffer the consequences of a Practical joke” She whispered into his ear.

Hailey wanted to be the one who broke the news to will and jay. They did do an autopsy and it did show that you put up a fight. did Nathanyal say who was also involved in your murder for his sentence to go down. 50 years in prison without chance of parole. During your funeral you were named a Hero and an amazing person to all. Even though you didn't get to be a future doctor they put up a Memorial outside med and that was their way of honoring your Dream.

The fact is i'm also learning about the human body sometimes while I'm writing chapters because i like my information to be somewhat correct. 

#x reader #halstead sister #will halstead #chicago #one chicago #jay halstead #halstead brothers #chicago pd #hospital mention tw #angst #jesse lee soffer #chicago med #one chicago imagine #chicago fire

[mariahmarie13]

i’ve been feeling quite anxious recently, my meds are not working as strongly as they usually would, so i have started relying on myself to make myself feel better. here are some things i’ve done recently to make myself feel even a tiny bit better. 🪴

• i’ve started journaling ATLEAST once a day. wether that be morning or night, i try not to force myself to write positively but just let whatever thoughts flow on the page. sometimes i draw cute little pictures. sometimes i doodle. it gets my mind off things.

• deep breathing. i’ve been doing this ALOT recently and it really helps push those anxious tummy tuning feelings away. it feels like i can finally catch my breath again. close your eyes. breathe in, then out. picture something peaceful too, or something comforting.

• don’t deprive yourself of snacks. if you don’t have an appetite but haven’t eaten anything all day but your craving some chocolate, then eat that chocolate!it’s better than not eating nothing. don’t feel guilty, you deserve a little treat!

• going to bed at a reasonable hour. do not stay up into the ams.. that is literally my motto. going to bed before 12 you are more likely to get at least 7/8 hours of sleep. my thoughts tend to get worse at night so I prefer to sleep earlier and then feel refreshed tomorrow.

• watch your comfort tv show or movie. watching something we have seen before usually can bring us a sense of comfort, because we know what’s going to happen and we know how it’s going to end. this will stop us from watching anything possibly triggering to us.

• unfollow people online that don’t reflect your life. wether that be appearance or body wise, financial and budget wise, etc. we tend to compare ourselves to others online so it’s much better to have them be people that can positively impact our lives instead.

• adding to the reading - put your phone away at bed time, pick up a book instead, ive found recently that reading helps me fall asleep a lot quicker than scrolling online.

• reply to people in your own time. don’t feel obligated to respond to texts and calls straight away.

• i will read atleast one chapter of a book, even if I don’t want to, sometimes i find pushing myself to do this i can really get stuck into the book and finally let my mind rest while i read.

• it’s okay to have a bad day. don’t punish yourself for feeling down. it’s normal, it’s not the end of the world. you’ve gotten through days like this before. remind yourself that this too shall pass.

• take yourself on a date. wether that be to a coffee shop for your fave drink and desert, to your local thrift store with your headphones and podcast on or even just to the beach to watch the waves and journal. spending time by yourself is so important.

• stay hydrated. make sure your drinking plenty of water. i drink sparkling flavoured water because it makes drinking water more enjoyable for me so it doesn’t feel like this awful task.

• stuffed animals and teddies are a lifesaver for me. specially one that smells like someone i love. inhaling that scent and cuddling when your loved one isn’t there is so comforting, and makes me feel so at ease and comforted.

• get outside. atleast once a day!wether that’s on the way to work, to walk to the shop, anything!being outside, letting the sun hit your face or even the breeze on your skin, is so uplifting..put on some music or a podcast and just walk.

• pick up a budget friendly hobby. something that’s fun that doesn’t cost too much money, preferably something that doesn’t involve screen-time. ex: knitting, painting, journaling, colouring, upcycling old clothes, etc.

• light an incense & some candles. turn off the big light in the room & leave only the lamp on. this usually relaxes me whilst reading, watching tv etc. i get overstimulated a lot, especially when it comes to lighting. soft lighting really helps.

• clean your space. i feel absolutely awful if my space is a mess. i try and set a target for myself to do at least one act of cleaning a day, that way i’m not overwhelmed, im doing it at my own pace & i can feel accomplished and proud of myself.

• eat atleast three meals a day. do not skip breakfast! even if it’s only a little bowl of cereal or a granola bar and some coffee, trust me you will thank yourself later when you actually don’t feel like passing out.

• learn to appreciate the things you already have, such as clothes, gadgets, games, etc!you have so much to be grateful for, you really don’t need anything else. you’re so lucky to own a tv to watch your fave show or a laptop to play your fave game. remember that.

• put a positive podcast on in the background whilst doing other tasks. i find this actually helps me think positively even when I’m not actually focused on the podcast. i was shocked at how well this actually works.

#flowers #nature #pink #autumn #october #selfcatering #self love #self care #mental health

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Last night a tree fell in a storm, taking out two smaller trees that were thick with vines. The whole tangled mess came down, completely blocking the way to get out back, which meant to feed Ryoga I had to scramble through a jungle of an overgrown area and go way, way around.

I spent hours and hours, cutting with clippers and a handsaw. This was made tricker with one of the trees not falling but hanging in the tangle. A wee bit dangerous and involving careful cutting. On the plus side I just ( by like five minutes) did manage to make a tunnel through it all in time to get the wood shavings in the animal houses before it was fully dark.

So I go in, eager to flop and maybe watch a movie (I really should work on Mom’s gift and that letter I have to add to one of the Christmas cards)

There had been a message about a problem with my debit card. Okay, not the card but my funds. So I needed to frantically needed to do something, mainly a scramble for $50 and a transfer…

Oh, my internet was out. Of course.

A half hour of work my internet was back, albeit half speed and no images loading. I just needed to go to the website and…

The ipad won’t work.

Ok, to the computer!

Which is now so out of memory it didn’t want to work. I’d need to delete MORE of my photos in a frenzy, completely unable to see what they are since it hadn’t the memory to show me.

OK, crisis averted, well, except for the $50 I now need to find for the place I moved it from….But that can be tomorrow. I can just eat my cold leftovers (microwave doesn’t work and I am too tired and sore to wait around for the oven) and watch a movie…

Recently I foolishly let my tv know about the internet, in an attempt to use it to stream Disney + when I got it to watch Doctor Who. This did NOT work (yeah, it’s pre D+, but you’d think it would be updatable) , nor did trying to get my ipad to “talk” to the tv. But now every time I turn it on I have to manually disable the internet stuff, because the system couldn’t be rebooted without a PIN that I assume came with the tv but has been lost). If I don’t writing appears across the screen demanding I either finish setting it up for a “service” that monitors your viewing to “help” you find stuff (HELL NO!) or disable it (but only until the next time). This should just take….

Oh, great. Turns out you can’t disable it without internet access, and my wonky internet isn’t good enough for it to consider me connected. I can’t even watch a DVD without researching how to get my tv to act like a good old fashioned tv attached to a player.

**sigh**

At least I had a pleasant 2hr break from aggravations in the middle of the day while I talked to/read** to Mom over the phone.

**Still on Going Postal. Mom, the Terry Pratchett fangirl (80+ years old is still a girl!), was also a post master (as was my grandmother, and grandfather, and Pop was a clerk for a while!) so we are having a little extra fun with this one. Seriously, I mean, it’s like every time we watched Miracle on 34th Street. Certain depictions of postal work, either reminding her of her old devotion to her work (we actually made Christmas morning deliveries a couple times, just in case they were gifts) or the reasons she was very glad to finally retire (you do not want to hear about all that, besides, the structure of the system might be different.) I dunno what book I will read to her next, but I know there will be one.

#my day #tired #busy #stressed #if only I could finish Mom’s gift #I made two attempts and both went wrong #but maybe painting will help #if I ever get this crumbly old sculpey to let me finish the legs!

[slumdogd]

Li’s Thursdays comprised of one thing without fail; a facetime session with his nai and ye. The two of them were retired and by no means needed to go anywhere unless it was to get food or see their friends– who happened to be their neighbours anyway, so he knew he could call whenever. When Li called after just waking up, the answer is prompt, his nai smiling into the phone from the other side, before it falls into a frown just as quick as her smile had appeared.

“You just woke up? Your hair is a mess, go and eat. Why are you calling before you’ve started your day, hm?” It was just like his nai to meet him with such remarks and demands before even muttering a hello, and Li’s lips curl into a smile as he rolls onto his side in bed, cheek squished into his palm that's between him and the pillow as he fondly watches her prop the phone up against something or other so that she could view him better. From that angle, he could see her better too. Her hair was dark and short around her slender face. She had always been beautiful to Li, even with the lines that sat on the corners of her mouth and eyes that only got deeper as the years went on. He could see bits of his Ma in her, and it always left him wondering; would she have looked like this when she got older?

“Soon, soon. I just wanted to talk to you for a bit. Is yeye there too? What are you guys doing today?” His mandarin comes easily, a tasteful change from the constant Korean, save for the moments he got to share with some of the people closest to him who dabbled in the language.

“He’s watching TV, you know how he is… always watching something. We’ll be going shopping later, we want to buy some new sheets for the futon, they’re old now.” She says as she fumbles with a piece of pen and paper – likely to write a shopping list.

“Nai, save your money. You don’t have to, I don’t mind, neither does my friend.” The word friend echoes heavily in his mind, but he doesn't dwell on it. Li flattens some of his hair as he looks at his tired reflection in his iPhone, silence filling the space aside from the chatter of TV in the background. Eventually, while still looking at his sleepless eyes, he speaks again. “Have you seen baba around lately? Or heard from him, maybe?” The word ‘baba’ tastes like poison and he wishes there was a term more fitting but saying something like ‘have you seen my sperm donor?’  to his grandparents likely wouldn’t be received well.

“No, we told you last time you called, too. You need to stop asking, the answer hasn’t changed.” Nai is firm in her reply, pen scribbling away momentarily before she looks up at the phone again. “Why do you keep asking, huh? You want to see him?”

“No! No… I don’t want to. I’m just... nervous I’ll run into him.” Li swallows, the dryness in his throat not easing with it. Upon the fact that his trip to China was nearing, he’d been getting increasingly more worried about running into his dad, whom, the last time he’d seen him, had threatened some horrible things. Things that no 'father' should ever say to their child.

“You won’t, the last I heard of him was that he was with a new woman. I hope he hasn’t done what he did to your mother to her. I feel sorry for anyone who knows that man.” She grumbles, and Li can see the pain of loss across her face for just a second, before she’s back to chirping at him again. “But, I did hear from your auntie. She’s a lesbian now, living in America with her fiancé. Can you believe that? All this time we thought she was in Shanghai!” Her exasperated tone rings out over the phone, and Li’s heart pounds a little harder in his chest.

“Huh? She– she is? That’s why you never heard about any kids then…” His face feels flush, he knows why well enough himself, having held the same secret as his auntie for as long as he could remember. “Well…are you guys okay with all that?”

“She calls us out of nowhere to ask for money and tells me she is in love with a woman after not talking to me for six years. I am not okay with it! What kind of daughter does that, hm?” There’s a shake of her head, dark locks bouncing a little around her face as she does.

“Oh. Yeah…” Li swallows a little more, now, and can only stare at his nai through the phone, who’s head was down while scribbling away again. There’s more silence, more TV chatter in the back as Li mulls over what’s been said. His dad with a new person, likely repeating the same habits he’d subjected his Ma to, and his aunt was, in fact, a lesbian that seemed disgraced by his grandparents.

The news is a little too much for him, all of it, to the point that he wants to hang up without warning but he’s frozen in place, finger left hovering over the red button that would put him and his grandparents back in their retrospective worlds– them, in China, him, in bed in Korea. He almost commits to hanging up when finally, his ye appears over the shoulder of his Nai, a weathered hand gracing her shoulder with tenderness.

He speaks in Cantonese that Li easily understands, his greying hair cropped short, and his face seems as unbothered as ever with a touch of softness that Li knew was something only him and his nai only got to see. “It’s fine that she likes women. We just don’t like that she expects money all of a sudden. For a wedding, her wedding.” It was as if ye had been listening and, noticing the lack of chatter from his side, had come to unknowingly reassure him. There had been hints that his grandpa knew about Li’s preferred partner, but neither of them had ever said a word on the topic, and Li was far too afraid to. Regardless, he was thankful for the way his grandpa could feel his discomfort through the phone and came to lift that off his shoulders a little.

“Right... But good for her… Must be nice.” He tucks some of his hair out of his face, unable to look at the two of them now who were staring at him through the phone.

“Waisun, don’t worry, you’ll find your special lady one day soon, then you’ll be asking us for money too.” Nai comments, laughing and resuming her list-writing.

“Forget about dating, just study, the right person will show up.” Is what ye follows up with, then comes a scolding to nai under his breath.

It makes Li smile, but doesn't ease the churning of his stomach, and they chat for some time more until finally, Li gets up to go about his day. There’s still a knot in the pits of his being and he’s still not quite sure how to shake it; so he spends the day lost in a world of smudged charcoals and paints to keep whatever heinous thoughts were daring to sit at the forefront of his mind locked away.

#( idk i just wanted to write grandparent drabble LOL #( babe wake up more li lore just dropped #( upon further development li definitely has some kind of anxiety disorder or suffers from intrusive thoughts where he just obsessively #( thinks about things that he knows is out of his control but he's like amazing at hiding it L o L #para