#But for anything small and cluttered or with a lot of things to do or people to talk. This will be much more convenient to run around in!

[starakex]

Getting back into the swing of things, I've decided to rework my ill-fated Shadow cosplay! I wasn't super satisfied with it, so there's a lot to do to bring it up to snuff. (it's a bit of a hellscape getting anything shipped right now, so I can't really work on a whole lot unless it uses leftover materials at home.) Spent a couple days digging around to find a good pair of shoes that look the part. I considered making Air Shoes covers to go over a pair of regular shoes... But it wouldn't be solid enough for my taste. Don't want them getting too damaged after just a day.

These are by far the coolest shoes I own now, haha. Even has little bits underneath that are reminiscent of the jets, they're perfect!

[explorevenus]

something permanent pt 14 ♡ yandere!leon kennedy x reader

nsfw (18+) - minors. i stg. do not interact or i will call the cops

reminder that this is a dark fic, if any of the following bothers/triggers you, do not read: yandere!leon kennedy, kidnapping, forced daddy kink, forced breeding, pregnancy, non/dubcon

in other words, dead dove: do not eat !!! u have been warned and u are responsible for ur own media consumption.

chapter index: pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7, pt. 8, pt. 9, pt. 10, pt. 11, pt. 12, pt. 13

'something permanent’: the spotify playlist

word count: 6.8k

description: leon and darling become parents at last.

tags/warnings: yandere!leon kennedy, fem/afab!reader, no use of (y/n), some gory descriptions cus darling goes into labor obvi, girl dad leon, corny dad leon, horny dad leon (no smut tho i'm sorry. she just gave birth idk what u want from me), medical setting, breastfeeding, manipulation, stockholm syndrome-ish implications, some angst but also fluff

a/n: !!! i hope this was worth the wait <33 big big big big BIG sexy thanks to @dollfacefantasy and @gigabyte-flare for beta reading <3 i don't really have anything else to say other than that i appreciate everyone's patience while i've been dealing with some pretty major life things and i just hope you like it. gentle reminder that the taglist has been moved to the bottom of the chapter to reduce clutter

my masterlist ♡

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fic under the cut, thanks so much for reading and i hope u enjoy !!

-venus ♡

It went without saying that Leon had seen a lot of gore in his life.

A whole lot of gore.

He'd witnessed gushing bullet wounds, gaping slices of undead flesh, pulverized bodies, genetically modified monstrosities exploding into even more horrific versions of themselves, only to be slain by his hand, often spraying back to douse him in the kind of fetid rot that couldn't be washed out, only burned, the kind that clung deep in his skin for days after... and yet nothing could have possibly prepared him for what it would be like to witness you going into premature childbirth.

Nothing.

You were in so much pain, you were hollering and crying so hard you could barely get a breath in, and apart from holding your hand, he was powerless to help you. It was gutting.

"Shh, shh... you're doing so good, baby, just breathe with me, just breathe," He said to you, trying to manage his tone to be as reassuring as possible, but the stress had long since become him.

How could it not? He was watching his own lover split apart while conscious, pleading with the universe to ease the pain, even with an 18-gauge needle in the spine. You were miserable, and you were terrified, and Leon was terrified too. Perhaps even more than he'd ever been, because this wasn't supposed to be happening yet. He was supposed to have at least another month and a half to pamper you and watch you grow, at least another month and a half to prepare for this. 

Not to mention he wasn't entirely fond of the swarm of nurses in your face and between your legs, the rotating door of doctors and specialists working on your exposed body with absolutely no capability of understanding how important you were to him, how special and sweet you were, how little you deserved this.

It did occur to him, in the midst of all the noise, that perhaps this was the wrong idea. That he shouldn't have forced the one person he loves the most in the world to suffer like this on his behalf. That maybe he'd made a grave mistake that he could never atone for, a mistake that would surpass anything he's ever experienced in its devastation.

But all of those fears crumbled to ash when he saw her for the first time.

Monday, December 21, 2015. Winter solstice. 3:36 a.m.

She was so pink. She was so, so small, so pink, and so angry to be alive, but she was alive and crying. She was alive.

In that moment, Leon experienced whatever the opposite of blacking out was, a shot of pure adrenaline down his spine that made everything shine a little brighter. He didn't even realize he was crying with relief until he turned and saw that you were, too. You were barely cognizant, what with the delightful cocktail of shock and panic and pain medication coursing through you, but you were conscious and aware— at least for now— limp with exhaustion aside from clutching Leon's hand for dear life while the professionals got to work sewing you up, and he couldn't help but swipe your slick hair away from your forehead to shower you in tearful kisses.

"My good girl... I'm so fucking proud of you," He spoke into your hair, pressing a heavy kiss to the crown of your head as his free hand cradled your cheek, holding you as close to him as he could physically manage. "I love you so much... I love you..."

You weren't really registering much other than the pure relief of it all, but Leon couldn't blame you. In his eyes, he just witnessed you creating his entire universe, and you deserved all the rest you could get. You'd certainly need it in the coming months.

And even just the coming weeks, as many as it might take for her to incubate and grow a bit.

She was alive, and she was as healthy as she could be, considering the circumstances, but Christ, she wasn't even done cooking yet. She was so little, weighing in at just three pounds, seven ounces, and she looked more like a gummy bear than a baby. She was hooked up to so many machines in the NICU that he could barely stand to even watch after a while, for his own peace of mind.

But he couldn't relax, either, so Leon just stayed at your bedside for most of the night, watching you sleep. Killing time. Occasionally he would wander off for a walk up and down the halls, or to the cafeteria for a bitter black coffee to jump his brain, or he would linger by the window into the NICU for a while to watch her sleep, to see her pink and yellow baby blanket just barely rise and fall with every tiny breath so he could know for sure she was really here. And then he'd repeat his rounds all over again.

The nurses promised him over and over again that she was healthy, that there was no cause for concern at this point, but that didn't really stop him from concerning himself quite severely. He wasn't even sure he understood his own metric for what it would take to get him to relax at this point, so he just stopped asking questions after a while.

Walk the halls. Bitter black coffee. Check on baby. Walk back. Check on you. Wash, rinse, repeat. Eventually the nurses were looking at him like they were debating offering him an Ambien under the table just to calm him down, and perhaps because he'd grown so used to avoiding drawing attention to himself, that was when he finally decided to just sit his ass down at your bedside and stay there.

In his boredom he found that the TV was perpetually stuck on the Hallmark channel, streaming from an endless well of corny, poorly written holiday movies that left more than enough to be desired, but it was better than nothing. Leon couldn’t stand the silence, and at least it kept his mind somewhat occupied while he thumbed through that heavy book of baby names.

He’d already found one he liked— Abigail— but that still left room for one more. He couldn’t even decide if he thought that should be her first name or her middle name. All he knew was what the book told him, flowery words describing the meaning of the name as that of my father’s joy, and that was quite true, wasn’t it? She was his firstborn, and more than that, her mommy was you. Nothing in the entire universe could possibly stand to make him happier or more joyous, and thus Abigail was fitting. But how was he supposed to find another name to describe her when he hadn’t even had the opportunity to get to know her yet?

Or was this secondary name his opportunity to start a thread of her destiny for her?

It’s not like he never asked you for your opinion, you had just chosen time and time again not to give it to him. You were almost completely impartial when it came to talking about the baby, so regardless of how badly he ached for your participation in planning for the life you’d created together, he had long since become bitterly used to making decisions like this on his own.

With a deep sigh Leon let the book rest in his lap, fingertips drumming on the wooden armrests of his chair in thought of the kind of life he wanted for his baby girl. All he could think was that he wanted her to run, play, and be happy. He wanted her to be good to the world and he wanted the world to treat her even better in return. He wanted to ensure she’d never have to worry about a thing, that she would grow up kind and quick and a much better woman than he ever was a man.

He wanted her to be gentle and sweet and protected, like a princess, his jubilant little baby princess.

Lifting the book once more, Leon opened it back up to its table of contents and skimmed over the lines for the millionth time, only now he actually had a vague idea of what he might be looking for. The book was structured in sections, the first being cultural and regional names, the second being historical and literary names, and the last section was an alphabetized glossary of them all in one. It was exhaustingly organized and comprehensive to the last detail, but hey, so was he.

Tracing the page with two fingertips, he found the historical section of the table and went down the line, skimmed over architects, artists, explorers, war heroes, religious figures… all the way down to royalty.

Leon’s hope wavered a little bit when he found most of the names under that section to be underwhelming or flat-out bad when paired with ‘Abigail,’ but his mind had been set on that for so long that he’d already decided he wasn’t budging on it. He was toying with the idea of taking a break from his search for the night, until an entry on the list of princess names caught his eye. In his exhaustion, he must have previously overlooked it.

Charlotte.

“Charlotte Abigail,” Leon mumbled aloud, testing the name on his tongue. “Charlotte Abigail Kennedy…”

It flowed from his lips like a beautiful waltz.

The enticing scent of Leon's umpteenth black coffee was the first thing you noticed when you woke up, followed by the dull, full body ache that weighed you down to the hospital bed. Your head was throbbing, your eyes and throat were stinging and dry from overexertion, but more than that, you felt something like relief.

Yes, it was definitely relief, because any amount of pain in that moment felt like reprieve in comparison to active labor. And maybe you were still a bit fuzzy from the meds, but you weren't complaining.

Slowly, you blinked awake and took in your surroundings, the room quiet aside from the occasional beep of electronic medical equipment, and the subtle, rhythmic rumble of... Leon snoring?

Tilting your head, you saw Leon right there at your bedside, coffee untouched and still steaming on the little tray next to him. His legs were outstretched, arms crossed at his chest, and he had his head tilted back with that comically large book of baby names split open to rest over his face, blocking the fluorescent lights and rising sun from his tired eyes. You just watched him for a moment, knowing he'd likely spent all night fretting over you until he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore.

For as much as you would have loved to just lay there and enjoy the quiet for a moment, though, you knew it was probably wiser to let him know you were awake. At least that way you could talk him into forfeiting his coffee.

"Hey," you spoke up gently, your voice hushed with sleep and a bit hoarse, "I'm pretty sure the shop in the lobby sells bookmarks."

He jolted a little and then stirred, gravity pulling the heavy book down until his arm shot up to catch it and lift it from his face with an exhausted look of surprise. "Y-You're awake—”

"Gimme that," you interrupted, arm outstretched in a dramatic show of grabby-hands at the paper cup of coffee placed just outside your reach. You could barely even remember the last time you were allowed a sip of coffee, and having to lay here smelling it but not tasting it when you so sorely needed it was torture.

Leon blinked once or twice in confusion, clearing away the haze that clouded his frayed neurons, and as his eyes followed the path between your fingertips and the shitty cup of black coffee he'd fallen asleep before having the chance to drink, he couldn't help but puff out a little laugh, handing it off to you without hesitation. For fuck's sake, you'd earned it, hadn't you?

The cup had been sitting there idle for just long enough that its contents weren't blistering hot, but perfectly drinkable. You took a quick sip, and then another, nose scrunching up for a moment because it tasted more like a dirty ashtray than it did coffee, but somehow it still went down like liquid gold. At least the taste was enough to keep you from drinking it too fast.

"How do you feel, pup?" Leon asked, tracing the curve of your cheekbone with a delicate thumb. As joyful as it was to see you awake and in decent spirits, he had to ask, because it's not like you were just waking up from any old nap. He watched you split apart last night. He could still smell your blood. Surely you had more to concern yourself about than caffeine.

Setting aside the cup, you searched your mind for the right way to articulate how you felt right now, but found it exceptionally difficult to encapsulate what all was going on up there after giving birth for the first time. So, you decided to start with how your body felt and work your way through it from there.

"Sore, like a bowling ball went through me... but it's not unbearable. I think the pain meds are still working," you began, tilting your head to let your cheek squish into the palm of his hand. "I feel a little numb and groggy."

With a sympathetic hum, he nodded, leaning over you to smooth your messy hair back and press a kiss to your forehead. "I'm not surprised, baby, you do seem a bit silly. They drugged you up pretty good," he said, speaking from experience, "but at least you're not in too much pain."

A beat of surprisingly comfortable silence passed between you two as you finished waking up and Leon just stared at you, as he often did. While the air between the two of you felt thankfully free of tension, it wasn’t without anticipation, nor was it without the presence of that massive elephant.

You knew she was okay because if she wasn’t, Leon would be having a nuclear meltdown, but you barely even got to see her before you passed out, so you didn’t know how okay she was. 

“Where is she?” You asked gently, hands fidgeting in your lap.

“She’s in the little incubator, but they said they could bring her in here when you woke up, if you were feeling well enough,” he answered, looking up at you through his lashes like a pleading puppy as he asked, “are you?”

You felt a rush deep in your chest that you couldn’t explain, emotion, and you found that your head was bobbing up and down in a nod before you even thought about it. You didn’t need to think about it. Of course your feelings about your situation and this baby were… complicated, to put it kindly, but you spent seven-ish months cooking the damn thing, so you might as well take the chance to hold her and get to meet her, right?

Leon didn’t waste any time scrambling off to get a nurse, and as you sat there waiting, you couldn’t help but wonder what she was going to be like. You weren’t ignorant of the fact that newborn babies didn’t have strong features yet, but you wondered if she would have any hair on her head, or what she would feel like in your arms, or what little sounds she might make. The few short minutes it took for Leon to return with your baby and a couple of nurses felt like a million years.

The door opened, and your heart stopped beating for a second. Your mouth dried and your eyes burned with tears.

She was so little.

Even swaddled up in a blanket, her tiny body was barely the width of Leon's forearm, her little head rested in the crook of his elbow while her socked and blanketed feet were tucked in the palm of his hand. Everything you felt in this moment was truly overwhelming— fright, nerves, and perhaps even a bit of pride, because come on. You made that thing. Willingly or not, you made your own little human, and in a removed context, that was crazy.

She was so little that you were almost afraid to touch her, trembling as Leon lowered her into your arms, but right away there was something about having her near that felt familiar to you.

Like an old friend.

For a long few minutes, you just cried. Deep, ugly, open-mouth cries that made your entire body feel weak. You couldn’t possibly get ahold of yourself, or even begin to understand how you were meant to.

Stooping down to kiss the crown of your head, Leon spoke gently into your hair, voice thick with emotion, “I-I named her Charlotte. Charlotte Abigail.”

Oh, how pretty. Internally you had to admit that he chose well, whatever his reasoning was.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” you sniveled, thumb caressing the thin, tender skin of her cheek, your chest throbbing as she squirmed and poked the tip of her tiny tongue out. “I-Is she okay? Are there any issues?”

The nurses calmly explained to you that she seemed to be regulating her temperature well enough on her own, but that the incubator was a precaution that would allow you and Leon the opportunity to get some actual rest. Her blood tests didn’t show any concerns and her oxygen levels were okay, but other than that, it was too soon to tell if anything else might be off, and they spared you the anxiety of getting too specific about the potential complications just yet. She would likely be spending at least 30 days in the NICU for good measure.

You, on the other hand, would be well enough to be on your feet as soon as the numbness wore off. That wasn’t to say it would feel good if you did, just that it was possible and wouldn’t kill you, though Leon would probably need to help you around for a few days… as if he needed the doctor’s order to do that.

Once they were sure you were healthy and comfortable, the nurses stepped out and for the very first time, it was just you, Leon, and your child.

“I’m so proud of you,” Leon whispered, watching you reverently. The sun had risen enough now to drench you in a saintly glow, your skin radiant and dewy with motherhood, your eyes glittering with tears as you gazed down at the sleepy baby cradled in your arms. “You’ve come such a long way, puppy, and just look at what you made for me. Look at what a perfect little angel you made for daddy.”

Letting out a slow breath from your nose, you resisted the urge to react to that. He’d done a pretty decent job of acting normal since you went into labor, and you didn’t realize how badly you were hoping he would keep it up until he ruined it with a brisk return to form. Perhaps the blame was on you for getting too comfortable with your expectations that high in the first place.

What felt especially unfair about it, however, was that his phrasing got beneath your skin more than you thought it would. Telling you that you’d come such a long way, and all because you made a perfect baby for him.

For daddy.

You’d only just had the chance to allow yourself to feel some kind of a bond with her, and Leon was already claiming ownership over it without a second thought. You wanted to snap at him that not everything was about him, that it wasn’t your goal to please him even if something you did made him happy, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to say any of it.

Charlotte hadn’t even been born for 24 hours yet, you couldn’t start fighting in front of her already.

You stood in front of the window with Charlotte swaddled tightly in your arms, letting her watch the glittery, falling snow outside in an attempt to calm her. She was red in the face and hollering with all the power in her little lungs— which was a lot, you’d come to learn— quite cranky about the fact that your milk was taking its time to come in. In defense of your boobs, the girls thought they were going to have eight more weeks to prepare than they ended up getting.

But at a certain point you just had to wonder when enough might be enough. You knew it wasn’t your fault, that your difficulty producing breastmilk so soon after going into premature labor didn’t reflect negatively upon your ability to love and provide for your daughter, so why did it feel that way? You were trying to keep ahold of your emotions for the sake of your daughter while wondering somewhere in the back of your mind if you were even fit to care for her, if it was your fault that she was starving.

“It’s common for newborns to lose a little bit of their birth weight in the first few weeks, especially waiting for mama’s milk to come in,” the attending nurse calmly explained to you as she changed the sheets on the bed. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, dear. There’s no guide to being a new mother.”

“Thank you,” you replied over the shrill cries of your daughter, letting some of the tension drop from your shoulders. Leon had told you nearly the same thing practically a thousand times over the past few days, but it was hard not to convince yourself that he didn’t know what he was talking about and was just spouting nonsense to make you feel better. It felt more legitimate coming from a professional.

Once she finished up changing the bedding, the nurse offered to take Charlotte for a while if you needed a break, but for right now, you didn’t really mind. Having her close was supposed to stimulate milk production, as you’d been told, and for lack of a better way to put it, you sort of enjoyed hogging her from Leon. He’d stepped out for the morning to check in at work and grab a few things from the house, so he wasn’t here to take her anyway, but you felt it was your responsibility to seize every available opportunity to bond with her. You needed her to know that you were there for her, that you weren’t budging, and that you never would.

Being alone with her was a treat. She really was so cute, just a teeny tiny little thing, and you could have already sworn she had your nose. She was pretty.

“Oh, Lottie, Lottie, Lottie,” you sighed affectionately, cupping the back of her head to cradle her close to your shoulder, gently swaying and bouncing on your feet. “What am I gonna do with you, huh?”

As expected, her only response was a continuation of shrill cries. Part of you worried that your presence wasn’t comforting her at all, but every time you slowed in rocking her or made any move that she perceived as you getting ready to put her down, she hollered louder and clung to you for dear life. Clearly she knew where her bread was buttered.

You crossed the room in slow, bouncing steps, trying to keep her distracted just long enough for you to sit down with her in the rocking chair. Little as she was, your arms were getting tired from holding her up, and you just needed a bit of a break from it. Pressing your lips to her soft forehead, you breathed in through your nose and began quietly singing to her.

“I’m… a lonely little petunia in an onion patch, an onion patch, an onion patch,” you hummed, “I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch, and all I do is cry all day… boo-hoo, boo-hoo…”

It was an old, old song, and you weren’t even really sure where you remembered it from, but Charlotte seemed to enjoy it, and it felt fitting enough right now. Dragging in a breath, Charlotte reached up to rub her eyes with her chubby little fists, wailing cries beginning to soften down to weepy whimpers. It was victorious moments like this that almost made you forget how you got here.

“Hey, sweetheart,” came Leon’s voice from behind, reminding you exactly how you got here, “how are my girls?”

Almost immediately, Charlotte started screaming again.

Sighing out an exhausted breath, you turned over your shoulder to watch Leon approach, trying not to let it show on your expression just how annoyed you were that he’d ruined her calming mood right after you managed to get her there.

“Cranky,” you answered him simply.

Leon clicked his tongue and moved to sit at the edge of the coffee table in front of you, reaching out to brush your hair away from your face with a sympathetic gleam in his eye. “No milk yet, huh?”

You shook your head.

“Oh, puppy… I’m sorry.”

The look on your face gutted him. He could tell you were blaming yourself in some way, feeling guilty for not being able to produce quite yet, but his mind wasn’t lingering anywhere near blaming you for this. You’d already been through so much just to deliver the baby— if anything, he’d be more surprised if these next few weeks were to proceed perfectly after that. You were a superhero to Leon right now, a goddess, and not even gods or heroes were exempt from hardship, from plain bad luck.

“It’s fine,” you said with a slow sigh, “the nurses swear we’re getting somewhere. There was some of this… I don’t know, like… clear, sappy stuff that came out this morning, and they said it’s good for her, so…”

Nodding gently, Leon took your hand and squeezed it, trying to get you to actually look at him. “Well, that’s a good sign, right?”

“I think so… I don’t know. I hope so.”

“I hope so, too, baby.”

A few moments of silence fell between you— aside from the screaming newborn, of course— and Leon continued to think about how proud he was of you. When he first brought you home with him, you were adamantly against the idea of having babies, let alone being pregnant at all. But you took it like such a champion, nourished and cared for your child anyway, his child, and even after going into labor unexpectedly early, your priorities and your focus still remained on her.

He couldn’t confidently say he’d have been as brave if it were him. That alone gave him a lot of reflecting to do.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” Leon asked, squeezing your hand again. “Absolutely incredible.”

“I don’t know about that,” you puffed out a dry breath, finally looking up at him. “Women have been birthing babies for thousands of years. I’m no different from any of them, unless you count panic-attacking myself into early labor, and even then I’m not the first. And I definitely won’t be the last.”

Shaking his head in affectionate disagreement, Leon said, “As far as I’m concerned, you didn’t just hang the moon, you molded it with your bare hands. Just… take the compliment, pup. You deserve it.”

A slight smile graced your lips for just a second, like you briefly allowed yourself to believe what he was saying. As much as it pained him to think about, Leon knew you hadn’t been given a whole lot of incentive to take him at his word on anything, but when it came to the praise you’d earned for making him a father, for growing his baby in you, it was so important to him that you knew he wasn’t just talking out of his ass.

So he spoke up again, following his praises with a gentle, genuine question; “Why are you being so hard on yourself?”

This gave you pause. He wasn’t wrong by any means— you absolutely were being hard on yourself here, in every way you could think of. The ways you’d been talking about and carrying yourself since he came home from San Francisco were indicative enough of that. It was like you were cowering from yourself, avoiding every part of you that made you you, like a mouse in a lab finally recognizing which buttons would shock you.

“She needs me,” you finally muttered, cradling Charlotte closer to your chest, even as she screamed your eardrum out. “She depends on me, I can’t just… fail her.”

“Fail her?” Leon whispered, encouraging you to continue.

Swallowing back nerves, you suddenly found you were having a difficult time making sense of what you’d been feeling lately, let alone putting it into articulate words. Still, you replied to the best of your frazzled, tired ability, “She was supposed to have eight more weeks… she wasn’t ready to be born yet, and I freaked myself out so much that I put her at risk. I’m so grateful that she’s okay, that it didn’t end badly, but Leon… it could have. It really could have.”

“I know,” he soothed. “I know it could have, but it didn’t. It didn’t. Look at her, she’s here and she’s alive and she’s healthy. She’s got strong lungs. She’s got your nose. She’s perfect, sweetheart, she’s absolutely perfect, and that’s not in spite of you, it’s because of you. I’ll repeat that as many times as it takes for you to internalize it.”

That framing of the situation was surprisingly insightful, coming from Leon, though you supposed he’d had some practice in forgiving himself over the years.

Sniffling, you nodded, letting out a shaky breath. “T-Thank you… daddy.”

He leaned in to kiss your forehead, and Charlotte began to settle.

You were so confused when you woke up in the middle of the night to Charlotte crying again— not because of anything she was doing differently, but because of how you felt. Sitting up in bed, you briefly glanced over at Leon to find that the commotion had roused him too, stirring him from a light sleep.

“I can get her,” he was quick to rasp out, voice clouded with grogginess, but for once, you put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“No, no, wait,” you whispered, your other hand kneading at your sore chest in an attempt to soothe the discomfort, but this wasn’t the same kind of breast pain you’d grown used to by now. They were tender and full to the touch, nipples stinging under your nightgown.

And leaking.

Eyes widening, you shot out of bed with a quiet, excited exclamation of, “oh, shit,” not even taking the time to mull over how silly it seemed to be so ecstatic that your nipples were leaking milk through your favorite nightgown. All you could think about right now was her. You could finally sate her hunger.

Leon sat up too, rubbing his eyes and leaning over to turn the bedside lamp on, trying to wake himself up enough to understand what you were acting so urgently about. Only once Charlotte’s cries were silenced and replaced with a soft, greedy suckling sound did he realize what was happening.

“Oh,” he gasped, stunned, “shit.”

You just laughed, completely unable to wipe the stupid grin off your face. Feeding for the first time felt really fucking bizarre, but with how happy you were that your daughter was finally able to eat, you couldn’t bring yourself to care even slightly. That was far from the biggest thing on your mind.

“She’s eating,” you beamed, turning over your shoulder to look at Leon, desperate to share this moment with the only person who could truly understand your relief. “She’s eating, Leon, she’s— she’s perfect. Holy shit.”

“You’re perfect,” he smiled wide, crawling out of bed to join you where you stood by the crib, his strong arms slinking gently around your waist. Pressing a kiss to the highest point of your cheekbone, Leon whispered in your ear, “I knew you could do it, puppy. I love you, I love you both so much.”

And now you were crying. You couldn’t help it.

Charlotte fed for a good long while that night, gulping down every stray drop she could find, and you and Leon just watched her in complete awe. She could barely keep her eyes open in her satisfaction, long lashes fluttering angelically upon chubby cheeks, her squishy little lips bobbing back and forth with every suckle as you both cooed at her and cheered her on.

Wiping away a drop of milk from her chin, Leon preened, “Oh, little Lottie… such a good eater, princess, my goodness…”

“Such a good eater,” you echoed, adding playfully, “must’ve gotten that from your daddy. He gets grouchy without breakfast, too.”

“Hey now, it is the most important meal of the day,” he pointed out to his own defense, very much in on the joke, though he couldn’t help but add another cheeky point that was reserved only for your ears. “Well… the second most important meal of the day, right behind dessert.”

Groaning, you rolled your eyes at him, “Cornball. You’re a horny, horny cornball.”

He only smirked, “Guilty as charged, pup,” and kissed you again.

Your mood improved a lot over the next several days, and Leon was so grateful for it. The timing couldn’t have been better for squashing your insecurities about being able to care for Charlotte. Waking up to feed her wasn’t something that stressed you out anymore, it was something that made you feel useful and needed, which you always were, but now you truly believed it. Leon joked more than once that he’d never seen you happier to whip your boobs out at any given time.

You were eating well, you were laughing, you were getting lots of good rest, and you were actually talking to him. Like, talking talking, not just nodding your head and pretending to follow along. You told him about your day, you told him how you were feeling, you commentated on TV shows together. Your unanticipated stay in the NICU was turning out to feel a lot more like a dream than a nightmare, and as such, he was almost reluctant to see it end.

But time marches on, as it always does. Part of him worried you’d go right back to being difficult once you were home and the novelty of new parenthood wore off. Part of him wanted to trust that you wouldn’t, because you truly understood everything now. Didn’t you?

The final week of Charlotte’s monitoring was dwindling down, and now that he wasn’t so preoccupied with worrying himself sick about you both, he couldn’t stop thinking about what you said to him before you went into labor.

‘Daddy, I have to tell you something.’

Whatever it was, you never told him. In the chaos of everything that happened right after, he almost forgot you even mentioned it, but it’d just been gnawing at him since the dust settled.

Leon wasn’t sure how to approach this with you. Talking about it clearly distressed you last time, even though you brought it up on your own, and he didn’t want to risk setting you off, but the intensity of emotion it brought was undoubtedly indicative of its importance. By principle, you should tell him if there’s anything he needs to know, right?

Maybe it wasn’t all that important. Maybe your reaction at the time was just a product of your condition, the hormones and anxiety, and maybe you hadn’t even thought about it since that night. Maybe it really wasn’t a big deal.

So why had it been so obviously eating you alive during the final leg of your pregnancy?

“Baby?” Leon asked quietly, tilting his head to look at you. It was three in the morning and you were laying in bed together after Charlotte finally fell back asleep for the millionth time, partly trying to get some more rest and partly preparing yourselves to have to get up again at any moment. But it was peaceful, and he hoped that would mean you were calm and comfortable enough to have this conversation.

Humming in acknowledgment, your eyes met his. He had his arm around you, thumb caressing you at the waist, your cheek against his chest. It was now or never.

“I’ve just been thinking lately… the night Lottie was born, you said you had something to tell me,” he began, pouring all his effort into coming off as non-threatening as possible, careful not to spook you. “The little lady interrupted you and I never got to hear what it was. Do you remember, sweetheart?”

At first you couldn’t move, completely paralyzed in his arms. Your initial inclination was to panic, of course, but for once in your life, the nerves weren’t manifesting like they probably should have been.

Or, rather, like they definitely should have been.

You resumed breathing, biting your lip while you tried to organize your thoughts and come to a decision. It would be a tough shot to lie right now, you knew that, and while you would have usually tried to come up with a convoluted way to worm yourself out of this, for some reason, you didn’t even really feel the need to right now. Leon had been in a great mood. You were pretty sure he hadn’t stopped smiling since Charlotte was born, and even leading up to her birth, he had been acting so gentle and loving with you.

But you still needed to cover your bases if you were going to be honest with him.

“Do you remember saying that whatever it is, we’ll handle it? That I wouldn’t be in trouble?”

Uh oh, Leon thought to himself, but didn’t dare let it show on his expression. That’s not a great start.

“I do,” he nodded encouragingly, “and that still stands.”

All you had was his word, and that was going to have to do, wasn’t it? Taking a deep breath, you tightened your arms around his middle as if preemptively pleading for mercy, and then you quietly admitted, “I-I broke the rules while you were away on that mission.”

He figured as much while speculating on what it might have been, so this didn’t really floor him too much yet. “Okay. What rules did you break?”

You hesitated for a beat, looking away to collect your thoughts and then back again, hoping he could see the guilt in your eyes, the regret.

“I went outside,” you whispered, feeling an awkward and unpleasant heat burning at your ears— shame. “I-I went on a walk, a long walk, and…”

Now it was Leon who wasn’t breathing. “And?”

“And I tried to get h-help.”

There it was. You tried to get help. Help. As if you needed any fucking help when you had Leon.

But then again, he thought, she didn’t have me. I wasn’t there.

His bottom lip quivered until he bit it back, stooping his head down to bury his face in your hair, hiding, both arms holding you tightly to him. He wasn’t sure how to feel. He thought he was prepared for anything you might have to confess, but this… this was devastating. This felt awful.

“God fucking damn it, puppy,” he wept, “what were you thinking?”

The realization that he was crying made you tear up too. He wasn’t angry, he was anguished.

“I-I’m sorry… I know, I’m sorry—”

“Did anything happen? Did anyone see you? Did anyone touch you?”

“No, no, n-nothing happened, no one touched me, I promise—”

“Don’t you ever do that shit again,” he sobbed weakly into the crown of your hair, clutching you to him like you’d fall apart if he let go, or perhaps like he would fall apart. “Do you hear me?”

You just nodded, stifling your cries with a hand over your mouth to keep from waking the baby. She was sleeping so peacefully in the crib a mere few feet away.

“I hear you, I hear you, I promise I won’t ever do it again… it was freezing and I was so scared, I… I couldn’t get home fast enough…”

Home. Was that what it was to you now?

“Good,” Leon said firmly, but not apathetically, sighing out a deep, shaky breath. “You don’t just have yourself to worry about anymore.”

You and Leon were practically tangled with one another, stuck together like glue as you desperately tried to soothe each other. Silence fell around you again.

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CAN YOU WRITE A JINX X F!READER WHERE READER HAS A KID AND JINX DOESNT KNOW IT YET??

TY IF YOU DO

Yess I love this request

“Unexpected Visit”

It’s a Saturday morning, the sunlight spilling lazily through your kitchen window as you scramble around trying to keep things in order. Your little one is still sleeping, curled up on the couch with a blanket tangled around them like a cocoon. You’ve got a coffee in hand, a mountain of laundry to fold, and the last thing on your mind is anything chaotic—until the doorbell rings.

You freeze.

Jinx.

You glance at the clock. It’s just past noon. No one ever visits unannounced, except… her. You didn’t expect her to pop by today, especially after the week you’ve had. You wipe your hands on your apron and head for the door.

When you open it, she’s standing there, her hair a mess, an eager grin stretched across her face. Her eyes are wide with excitement.

“Surprise!” she says, bouncing on her heels like a kid on Christmas morning. “You ready for some fun?”

You blink, caught off guard. “Jinx, uh… what are you—?”

But then you hear the soft snoring from the living room, and her gaze flickers behind you. Her eyes narrow with curiosity.

“What was that? Was that…?” she trails off, tilting her head.

“Shh,” you hiss, quickly stepping back from the door. “Keep your voice down. My kid is asleep.”

Jinx blinks, the words hanging in the air for a moment. Her expression shifts from playful confusion to something… more cautious. “Kid?”

You wince, realizing you didn’t exactly mean to spill that detail yet. It’s been a while since you thought about your situation as anything more than normal. You didn’t think Jinx would show up today, much less find out about your life outside of work or your occasional hangouts.

“Yeah, a kid,” you say, trying to keep it light. “I’m a single parent, Jinx. Didn’t think I’d need to mention it yet.” You let out a small laugh, but she’s staring at you, completely silent.

She steps into the doorway without waiting for an invitation, glancing around at the cozy, somewhat cluttered home. A few toys are scattered on the floor, and the smell of pancakes still lingers in the air.

“So, uh,” she begins, sounding awkward for the first time in your memory. “Is this like, uh… what, a big secret or something?”

You shake your head, letting out a soft sigh. “It’s not a secret. It’s just… complicated. And, I wasn’t really planning on telling anyone about my kid yet.”

Jinx’s eyes soften, and she rubs the back of her neck, looking around the room in an almost shy way. “Well, you’re, like, a lot cooler than I thought if you can handle that all on your own,” she mutters.

You blink at her. “What do you mean?”

She looks at you with those familiar, mischievous eyes. “You’re doing everything. The mom thing, the work thing… and you still let me come over and drag you into my chaos every now and then. That’s cool.”

Your heart flutters a little, a mix of amusement and warmth spreading through you. Jinx wasn’t always the best at expressing her feelings, but you could tell when she meant something.

“Well, someone has to,” you reply, grinning. “And I guess I’m the lucky one.”

She bites her lip, eyes darting toward the couch where your child is still snoozing, peaceful and unaware of the chaos outside.

“Can I… meet them?”

You pause. You weren’t sure how she would act in this kind of situation, but something about the way she asked makes you want to say yes. You nod, feeling your nerves settle a little.

“Okay, but you have to be quiet,” you whisper as you lead her toward the living room.

When she sees your child, her whole demeanor shifts. Her usual manic energy quiets, her eyes softening as she looks at the little one. Jinx crouches down, her fingers hovering just above their sleeping form, unsure of what to do.

“I don’t… I’ve never really been around kids,” she admits, voice barely above a whisper.

You smile, a little surprised at how gentle her tone is. “It’s okay. You don’t have to do anything.”

Jinx nods, standing back up, her eyes lingering on your kid a little longer. For once, the wildness that usually marks her movements is replaced with something more reserved.

“Your kid’s cute,” she says quietly.

You laugh softly. “Yeah, they are.”

Jinx’s eyes flicker back to you, an almost awkward pause settling in the air. “I didn’t mean to, you know… show up uninvited or anything. I just… wanted to see you. Didn’t realize you had all this going on.”

You smile, your heart swelling just a bit. “I didn’t expect you to be so… calm about it.”

“I’m not that bad, right?” Jinx pouts, then grins. “Just… got a lot of energy. But if you need help with anything… I’m pretty good at keeping busy, y’know?”

The offer hangs in the air, and for a moment, you just stand there, watching her. There’s a sincerity in her words that catches you off guard, and you realize she’s not just offering to be part of your world for the fun of it. She genuinely wants to be involved, even if it’s in her own chaotic way.

“Thanks, Jinx,” you say softly, smiling at her. “That means a lot.”

She grins back, her usual playful spark returning. “No problem. Just, uh… don’t expect me to start doing kid stuff. I’m good with fun stuff.” She winks.

The little one stirs on the couch and yawns, rubbing their eyes. Jinx freezes mid-wink, watching them. You turn your head to see your kid slowly sitting up, eyes blinking in confusion. They take in Jinx’s appearance with curious eyes before looking at you.

“Mommy?” they ask softly, still half-asleep.

You bend down and smile, your heart melting. “Yes, sweetie?”

“This is…?” They gesture to Jinx, clearly confused but eager to know more.

Jinx crouches down to their level, her usual mischievous grin back in full force. “I’m… mommy’s special friend!” she says, her tone dramatically exaggerated as she holds out a hand. “Jinx”

Your kid blinks at her, then looks back at you, as if making sure it’s all okay. You give them an encouraging smile.

“Mommy’s special friend,” you confirm gently. “Jinx is a bit… crazy, but she’s a good person.”

Jinx’s eyes widen at your words, a small blush coloring her cheeks. She looks at your little one again, her expression softening. “I promise, I’m more fun than I look,” she says with a playful wink.

Your kid tilts their head, then gives a shy smile, stretching their arms. “Okay, Jinx! Can you make pancakes like mommy?”

Jinx’s eyes sparkle at the challenge. “Oh, pancakes? I definitely can do that.”

And just like that, she’s included—welcomed into your little family’s world in her own chaotic, Jinx-y way. As the morning slips into afternoon, you can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, having someone like Jinx around isn’t the worst thing that’s ever happened.

This was a cute request

I want food

[eveysnotebook]

the DC boys and love languages

how they show their love for someone.

Included: dick, tim, jason, hal, wally, roy, barry

trying to write for more characters so I added my favorites!

Dick: quality time and touch.

Dick will do everything in his power to be around you most if not all of the day. He loves just sitting in silence with you, it’s never awkward! He loves it even more if you’re sitting in silence holding hands.

Any and every time you’re walking around in public, he will be holding your hand. He loves to take hold of your hand and swing your arms.

And at night, when you sleep together, he is so clingy. Just an absolute cuddle bug and will not let you go.

Tim: acts of service and gift giving.

Tim notices everything about you. And when he gets your routine and habits memorized, he will try to help you complete them easier. Whether that be making the bed for you, or simply making dinner he will always try to do something nice for you every day.

Whenever he goes out shopping and spies something that reminds him of you, he will most likely get it. Your house gets over cluttered with little things Tim has gotten you over the years.

He’s a really good gift giver too. whether it’s somthing you’ve been wanting for a while or something you didn’t even know you wanted, he’s gotten it for you.

Jason: quality time and words of affirmation.

Jason loves spending time with you and he gets very sad when he hasn’t seen in you in more than a day. He calls you a lot too. Your used to picking up your phone and seeing 13 missed calls from him, just for him to say “hi, I miss you”

He really loves words of affirmation because when you tell him something nice, he gets and happy and blushing so he tries to make you feel that way too.

He tries to do it smoothly, randomly walking by and saying “oh, your hair looks nice by the way” once you smile, he’s celebrating.

Hal: physical touch and acts of service

Hal loves touching you. He loves intertwining fingers, resting heads on shoulders and hugging. He doesn’t care when or where, he just adores touching you.

He also tries his best to be helpful and do small chores or things for you. He really likes it when you do tiny tasks for him, so he’ll do some in return. He knows that you get lonely when he’s away on long missions, so he tries to make up for it by catching up on chores and such. If theres ever something you’ve been worrying about, Hal will get it done for you and act as if it’s no big deal when you thank him.

Wally: quality time and physical touch

Wally loves being near you. He loves just sitting next to you and staring at you as you read or scroll on your phone.

Whenever you two are on public transport, like a bus or subway, he will be holding onto your waist, as you rest your head on his shoulder.

He really likes squeezing you’re face before kissing you, he thinks you look adorable and he loves the smile and laugh it brings.

Barry: acts of service and physical touch

Barry gets busy a lot. He also forgets a lot. Whenever he notices that you have done something for him, whether it be a small task or not, he feels so lucky. He tries his best to repay you for your act of kindness by doing something small for you in return.

You often return home after late nights to see dinner made and the laundry put away.

He also loves holding you, but he’s very observant of your boundaries and whether or not you’re in the mood for hugs. If you are, then he’ll be glued to your side all day, and if not that’s okay too! He’s okay with simply sitting on the same couch, smiling as he watches you do something mundane.

Roy: words of affirmation and acts of service

Call this boy anything sweet and he’s in love. He lives for your kind words and praise, even if he hides it. He tries to say something nice about you every time he sees you. He will absolutely praise you a lot, as he likes praise himself.

He also enjoys doing small things for you. Need something fixed? Ask Roy, he will be happy to help. It’s usually repairing things, or making small things for you he does, he always hopes it means alot to you.

this took so long to make lmao!

I might do things like this more but separate posts, so like batboys in one and other people in another!

I really hope you like it, I have never written for Roy and Wally before.

[starrdream]

Save a horse ride a cowboy pt.2

farmboy!Anakin x f!reader summary: Spending the summer at your grandparents' ranch doesn't seem so bad after meeting the boy who works for them. includes: fluff

It's hot as hell outside. The heat radiates off the pavement, making the air heavier and hotter.

Anakin and you were forced into town. Your grandparents insisted that you go out and 'let the world see you'.

Anakin being the 'gentleman' he is offered to go with you so you don't get lost and got your grandma to coo over him like a high school girl.

"Oh darling! How can I say no to you? And besides, my little girl needs someone to keep her in line."

And that's exactly how you ended up in the middle of hell with none other than the devil.

Anakin didn't seem to notice the heat. Nor the girls that winked and bit their lips at him. He did notice familiar faces, a lot of them at that.

After wandering around for a while the two of you stumble into a small souvenir shop.

It’s one of those tiny, cluttered places that smells like old wood and vanilla candles.

The floors are scuffed hardwood, creaking slightly with every step, and the walls are lined with dusty wooden shelves packed full of random Western-themed souvenirs.

There’s a small display of cowboy hats near the front-some cheap, some overpriced and unnecessarily fancy.

"These are cute." You mumble as you walk by them.

"Nah, I got plenty of better ones you could borrow." Anakin shakes his head dismissively.

"Yeah, yeah.." Your gaze travels over the various ceramic figurines carefully placed on one of the shelves.

"Oh, I gotta say hi I'll be right back." Anakin squeezes your shoulder gently, approaching an elderly man he seemed to know.

You hated how his touch sent shivers down your spine, how it made your stomach twist.

It was a one time thing. Get a grip. You reminded yourself repeatedly.

You’re not even really shopping. Just lingering, half-distracted, while you stand next to Anakin, looking at the shelves absent-mindedly.

"Hey there." A different voice cut in.

You blink, turning your head. Some random guy is suddenly right next to you, all smug confidence and easy charm.

"You visiting?" he asks, smiling like he already knows the answer.

"Yeah." You smile politely.

He leans against the shelf, too casual. "Well, welcome. Must be your first time in town. I’d remember you."

You internally cringe, but he doesn’t stop.

"You live around here?" He asks, voice smooth.

You force another polite smile. "Just visiting."

Well, that’s a shame," he smirks. "You should let me show you around before you go."

Before you can even think, before you can fully process what you’re about to do, your fingers wrap around Anakin’s arm. A slow, deliberate movement. Just enough to make it look natural.

Your heart jumps as you feel the warmth of his skin, the faint tension in his forearm beneath your grip.

"Oh, I’m with him."

And that’s when everything changes.

Because Anakin, who had been paying zero attention to you this entire time, goes completely still.

And then, slowly, lazily, he turns. For the first time, he actually looks at you. Then at the guy. Then back at you.

And then-his lips curl into the slowest, smuggest grin you’ve ever seen in your life.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" His voice is low, smooth as hell. "Is he bothering you?"

You instantly regret everything.

Because the random guy backs off immediately, holding up his hands in surrender, muttering some half-assed apology before disappearing deeper into the store.

You try to brush it off the second Anakin ends his conversation. Really, you do.

You don’t even look at him as you turn back to the shelves, pretending to be super invested in a collection of ugly-ass keychains.

He doesn’t say anything at first. Just stands there, hands in his pockets, watching you with that lazy, knowing smirk. You can feel it.

You can feel the heat of his gaze on you, feel the way he’s holding back something ridiculous and annoying.

"You sure you don’t wanna hold my hand?"

You snap your head up. He’s grinning, shamelessly amused.

"Wouldn’t want anyone else getting the wrong idea." he adds, voice dripping with smugness.

"Shut up." You scowl.

His smirk deepens. "I mean, if you wanted to me so bad, you could’ve just said so."

"I wasn’t-" you stop yourself, exhaling sharply. "It wasn’t like that."

"Mm." He nods, fake serious.

"No, no, I get it. You saw some guy flirting with you and thought, ‘Damn, better make sure my boyfriend Anakin knows about this.’ "

Your face burns. "You’re delusional."

He just gives you an “Am I?” look.

And then, as if to physically prove his point, he shifts just a little closer-not enough to be obvious, but just enough to make you hyper-aware of the space between you.

You refuse to react. You refuse to give him the satisfaction.

Instead, you turn sharply and grab the nearest item on the shelf. Something. Anything.

Which is how you end up holding A tiny wooden plaque that says ‘Cowboys Do It Better.’ You immediately put it back.

Anakin wheezes.

“Wow.” His grin is dangerous now. “First, you claim me as your boyfriend. Now, you’re admitting cowboys are your type?”

You cover your face. “I hate you.”

“You love me.” He smiles, following you as you walk toward the exit of the store.

"I hate you so much."

Oh, you are going to kill him.

But first, you have to survive the rest of this damn shopping trip.

The second you stepped out of the souvenir shop, you knew you were in trouble. Anakin had that insufferable grin on his face, hands shoved in his pockets like he was just dying to say something.

"Well," he started as you walked toward the truck, "if you wanted a boyfriend so bad, you could’ve just asked me."

"Oh my God."

"I mean, we already have history," he continued like you hadn’t spoken. "Seems like the natural next step."

You climbed into the truck, slamming the door shut behind you.

For a moment, there was silence—the sound of the engine rumbling, the crunch of gravel as he pulled onto the road.

"You didn’t even let go of me right away."

Your head whipped around. Anakin kept his eyes on the road, but you could see the way his lips twitched, like he was barely holding back laughter.

"You’re making that up." You answer firmly

"I am?" His gaze flicked toward you, brief, knowing. "Felt like you held on for a second too long."

The drive back to the ranch felt a lot longer than before.

And when you finally have some alone time later that night, sitting on the porch and looking out at the landscapes before you. Anakin shows up.

He greets you with a slight nod, sitting down beside you.

"What?" You immediately snapped at him. You really, really didn't want to be talking to anyone, let alone him right now.

The whole situation from the souvenir shop was still replaying in your head. How Anakin was so eager to push and test your limits, how he laughed when you huffed and scoffed...

His face immediately fell as your anger laced your words. You've never seen him like this.

"Nothing. I just came to give you this, as promised." He murmured and took off the cowboy hat he had on. You didn't even notice he had it on.

Anakin could sense your annoyance and not wanting to fuel it further, he just pushed the hat to your chest. His hand brushed against your thigh as he stood up and left without another word.

Your breath caught in your throat as you took the accessory, holding it close to your chest.

Pulling it away from yourself, you took a better look. It wasn't anything fancy like the ones you saw earlier today. It looked somewhat knew, but also like it had been through a lot of heat and dust.

It didn't matter. It got the job done and it was Anakin's.

You could still feel the ghost of his warm skin under your fingers. As if his dumb cowboy ass had left an impression. Like you’d touched a lit match.

And instead of letting go? You’d held on.

The whole series here.

[daisymbin]

thank you @michichung for this req!!!

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fluff prompt #23: "you stayed up taking care of me?"

seungcheol blinked, his eyes heavy as sunlight filtered into the room. he groaned softly, the ache in his body a dull thrum now instead of the feverish pounding it had been… whenever he’d last been awake. how long had he been out?

his room was empty, the bedside table cluttered with things he vaguely remembered—medicine packets, a half-empty glass of water, a damp towel. everything felt too quiet, like the stillness after a storm. but then, faintly, he heard your voice.

it was coming from the living room.

“i don’t know, jeonghan,” you said, your voice tight and edged with worry. “he’s been out for so long, and the fever’s still there. i think i should bring him to the hospital.”

seungcheol frowned, straining to listen. hospital? was it that bad?

“if it’s just a fever, then why isn’t he waking up?” you continued, your voice softer now, almost breaking.

he swung his legs over the side of the bed, willing his aching body to cooperate. his feet touched the cold floor, and he steadied himself before shuffling toward the door.

you must’ve sensed him because your voice trailed off mid-sentence. “jeonghan, i’ll call you back later,” you murmured, and then, louder, “cheol? you’re up. you’re awake.”

he stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frame as his gaze locked onto you. you were standing by the couch, phone in hand, but it wasn’t your words that caught his attention. it was you.

your hair was a mess, strands sticking up in odd directions like you’d been running your hands through it all night. your eyes were puffy, the dark circles beneath them stark against your pale skin. you looked utterly exhausted.

“how are you feeling?” you asked, taking a hesitant step toward him.

he didn’t answer right away. his chest tightened as he took you in—your tired posture, the worry etched into your face, the way your shoulders sagged with relief just seeing him awake.

“you stayed up all night taking care of me?” he asked softly, his voice rough from disuse.

you blinked, caught off guard. “what? no, i mean…” you trailed off, looking down at the floor. “you were burning up. i had to make sure you were okay.”

his heart twisted at the way you said it, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, like you didn’t even consider doing anything less.

“you didn’t sleep at all, did you?”

“cheol, it’s fine,” you said quickly, brushing it off. “you were really sick, and someone had to—”

“hey,” he interrupted, taking a step closer. his hand reached out, gently catching your wrist. “you should’ve woken me up or—”

“you couldn’t wake up,” you said, exasperation creeping into your voice. “that’s what had me so scared. you weren’t responding, cheol.”

he frowned, guilt sinking in as he realized just how worried you must’ve been. “i’m sorry,” he murmured, his thumb brushing absentmindedly over your wrist.

“don’t apologize,” you said softly, finally meeting his eyes. “just… are you okay now? do you feel better?”

he nodded, his lips twitching into a small smile. “yeah. a lot better. thanks to you.”

you rolled your eyes, but the tension in your shoulders eased slightly. “it wasn’t a big deal,” you mumbled, but seungcheol could see right through you.

“not a big deal?” he repeated, his tone light, teasing. “you look like you’ve been through a war. come here.”

before you could protest, he pulled you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you with a warmth that made you melt against him. he felt the way you relaxed, the tension in your body giving way as you leaned into his chest.

“thank you,” he said quietly, his chin resting on top of your head. “for taking care of me. for worrying about me. for being you.”

you didn’t say anything, but the way your arms tightened around him said enough.

when you finally pulled back, he cupped your face, his thumbs brushing over the dark circles beneath your eyes. “now, go lie down before you pass out,” he said, his voice soft but firm.

you huffed a laugh, swatting his hands away. “you’re the one who was sick. i’m fine.”

“you’re not fine. you’re exhausted,” he countered, his brows knitting together. “just for an hour, okay? i’ll even let you boss me around after.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, clearly debating whether to argue, but the way he was looking at you—soft, stubborn, and so full of affection—made you sigh in defeat.

“fine,” you said, pointing a finger at him as you backed toward the couch. “but you better actually rest too.”

“yes, ma’am.” he grinned, watching as you followed him into the bedroom, plopped onto the cushions and curled up against the pillows.

as you drifted off, seungcheol stood there for a moment, watching you with a fond smile. his heart felt full in a way he couldn’t quite put into words.

and when he finally settled back onto the bed beside you, it wasn’t the lingering ache in his body he was thinking about. it was you, your messy hair and tired eyes, and the way you cared for him like it was second nature.

if he didn’t already love you, he thought, he might’ve fallen for you all over again.

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Cleaning Up

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Comfort

POV: First-Person

Summary: cleaning isn’t always better than asking for help.

this is based off my current life experiences rn ngl….

I don’t know when it started. Maybe a few days ago, maybe weeks. Time blurs when I’m like this, stretching out like a long, dark tunnel where I can’t see the light at the end. All I know is that at some point, I stopped making my bed. Then, I stopped doing laundry. Then, dishes piled up, clothes scattered across the floor, and my desk became a mess of unopened textbooks and half-empty water bottles.

Now, my dorm room is a disaster zone.

I tell myself it’s not that bad. I just need to clean up a little, and everything will feel normal again. I just need a reset.

That’s what I tell Paige when she calls me, her voice light but laced with something knowing.

“You comin’ to team dinner, baby?” she asks, and I picture her leaning against her dorm wall, probably already dressed in one of her hoodies and sweats.

I glance at my room—clothes everywhere, my bedsheets half on the mattress, my desk cluttered with God knows what. My chest tightens. “I’m gonna sit this one out. Gotta clean.”

A pause. Then, “You sure? You’ve been missing a lot lately.”

I press my lips together. It’s not that I don’t want to see her or the team. I just can’t. Not when my head feels like it’s drowning, and my room is proof that I’m sinking.

“Yeah,” I say, trying to sound casual. “I just need to clean up a little. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Another pause. A longer one.

“…Okay.” Paige doesn’t sound convinced, but she doesn’t push. She never does.

I hang up before she can say anything else and toss my phone onto my bed.

The thing about cleaning when I’m like this is that it’s less about making things tidy and more about trying to scrub the weight off my chest. I pick up a shirt, toss it into the hamper. Grab a water bottle, throw it in the trash. Each action is small, but the mess is overwhelming, and no matter how much I do, it never feels like enough.

I don’t know how long I’ve been at it when there’s a knock at my door.

I freeze.

No one ever comes by unannounced.

I consider ignoring it, pretending I’m asleep, but then I hear voices—multiple voices.

“C’mon, we know you’re in there!” KK’s voice.

“You better open this door before I do it myself,” Ice adds.

I squeeze my eyes shut. Of course, it’s them.

I hesitate, debating whether to just pretend I’m not here, but then Paige speaks. “Baby, open up. Please.”

Something in my chest cracks.

With a sigh, I drag myself to the door and unlock it. The second I do, they push inside like a wave. KK, Ice, Aubrey, Azzi, and, of course, Paige, standing in the middle of them with a look that’s a mix of concern and quiet understanding.

They don’t say anything at first. Their eyes sweep over my room, taking in the disaster. I wait for the judgment, for the comments about how gross it is, but they never come.

Instead, KK claps her hands. “Alright, let’s get to work.”

I blink. “What?”

Azzi moves past me, already gathering my laundry. “You sort your clothes or just throw ‘em all together?”

“Uh… just throw them together?”

“Cool.” She grabs my hamper and heads for the door like she’s done this a million times.

Ice starts picking up the trash, Aubrey is straightening my bed, and KK is gathering the mess on my desk. It’s like they planned this.

Paige doesn’t move at first. She just looks at me.

“Why are y’all doing this?” I ask, my voice quiet.

Paige finally steps closer, placing a hand on my cheek, her thumb brushing gently over my skin. “Because we know what this means for you,” she murmurs.

I swallow hard.

“We’ve known for a while,” Aubrey adds, smoothing out my blankets. “You always disappear when your room gets bad.”

“You call it ‘cleaning,’ but really, it’s you spiraling,” Ice says, not unkindly. “So, we figured we’d help.”

My throat tightens. I look at Paige, who’s still watching me with those soft blue eyes, and something in me breaks. I didn’t think anyone noticed. I didn’t think anyone cared.

I turn away quickly, blinking back tears.

“You don’t have to do this,” I say, my voice shaky.

“Yeah, we do,” Paige says. “Because we love you.”

The words hit me harder than they should. I press my lips together, trying to hold it together, but then Paige wraps her arms around me from behind, pressing her forehead against my shoulder.

“You don’t have to do everything alone,” she whispers.

And that’s it. The dam breaks.

I turn in her arms, burying my face in her hoodie, and she holds me like she’s been waiting for me to let go. My hands clutch at her, and I shake, silent sobs wracking through me.

The room is quiet except for the sounds of them moving around, cleaning up the pieces of my mess. Of me.

And for the first time in weeks, I don’t feel so alone.

By the time they’re done, my room looks… normal. The bed is made, the trash is gone, my clothes are either folded or being washed. It doesn’t feel suffocating anymore.

I sit on my bed, exhausted but lighter. Paige sits beside me, threading her fingers through mine.

“We’re always here,” she says softly.

I nod, squeezing her hand.

“Next time, just tell us,” KK says, sitting on the floor with a grin. “Or don’t. Either way, we’re coming.”

I laugh—a real laugh—for the first time in what feels like forever.

“Y’all are the worst,” I mutter, but it’s filled with affection.

Paige leans over, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Nah. We’re just your people.”

And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough to keep me from drowning.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[starry-nights-garden]

Ateez and their wordless "I love you"s

✧ Ateez all members x gn!reader ✧ genre: fluff, comfort ✧ warnings: none

Hongjoong:

makes time for you

of course, everyone saw it coming - he's living a busy life and no matter how tight his schedule gets, he'll make time to meet you or to at least talk to you on the phone in between

but that's not everything

he'll also take care of you (or try his best to)

we all know he's clumsy, but he still wants to do things for you, you know?

whether that's talking you through a rough period in your life or just offering an open ear and a shoulder for you to lean on

or if it's him actually trying to make something for you!!

without realizing he'll be picking up a new skill as he's making you some accessory he thinks you'll like or maybe he'll even be brave enough to try baking you a cake

even if he doesn't succeed, he knows he can always try again together with you, but even then he won't be able to focus on the task at hand because of how lost he gets in the image of you

Seonghwa:

takes care of you

in every way - but especially in an acts of service kinda way

will definitely nag you a bit if you're the type to be unorganized and chaotic, because he knows neat surroundings simply make you feel better than clutter everywhere!

reminds you to eat three meals a day, to get enough sleep, etcetc, and yes it gets annoying at times

but he also understands that maybe it's hard for you to stay organized, or maybe you're going through a stressful time in your life where you're too busy to prepare yourself proper meals every day

then he will simply do those tasks for you, and never ask for anything in return

your health and wellbeing are the most important things to him, so he will support you in upkeeping them in whatever way he can!

Yunho:

cheers for you, no matter what

we all know he's the one who does the most to keep a positive energy and to cheer the people around him up

and he'll do the same for you

no matter if you have an important exam coming up, and important interview, or if it's just another day - he'll always be there to have your back and to wish you good luck

you know that no matter how seemingly small or insignificant, you can always tell him about even the tiniest worries you have and he'll take you seriously, calming you down and motivating you at the same time

he's also very social, but another thing that will both make him feel loved and be a way to convey to you how comfortable he is with you is to just sit together in silence

each doing their own thing while still being together so you won't ever feel lonely is another way for him to silently tell you he loves you

Yeosang:

learns about you

and I mean not just a few obvious details

I'm talking everything - he picks up on even the smalles of your habits or preferences that even your close friends don't know about

he's very observant and even more so when he loves someone

gives you small gifts that really aren't a big deal for him, but it might just bring you to tears from how thoughtful they are

it takes him a while to warm up to people and to develop trust, so it will also take him a long time to come to properly love you

but in those moments where he realizes just how safe you make him feel, it's like his emotions overwhelm him

might manage to hold back just until after he asks you whether he can kiss you

but as soon as his arms are wrapped around you and his lips brush against yours, he'll sweep you off your feet from how many feelings he pours into just that one kiss

blushes a lot afterwards, and needs you to not let go of his hands to feel reassured that what he's doing is just right

San:

tells you synonyms of "I love you"

tells you that he appreciates you, that he's thankful to you, tells you you have a beautiful heart

of course he's also one who's big on physical affection, but in moments where he realizes once again just how much he loves you, he knows no words and no gesture in the world would be enough to convey his feelings to you

so he makes it a habit to tell you what he feels frequently

tells you you have a pretty smile when he catches you grinning by yourself, or that he admires how diligent you are when you're working on something late at night

it always comes as a surprise when he does this, but this makes it feel just that much more sincere

Mingi:

gives you a space to be sad

no matter how many good times you two have, nothing screams "I love you" quite as much to him as sitting together in silence and giving you a place to go through a hard time safely

will offer you advice or his perspective on things if you want him to, and he will certainly remind you to slow down a bit time and time again

he's actually very good at sensing when you're having a hard time, even when you do everything in your might to hide it

will be the anchor that grounds you at times like those

but even when times aren't as dire, he's like an open book when it comes to showing that he loves you

the way he looks at you alone gives it away, the way he plays with your fingers when he holds your hand or the way he melts against your touch with every single embrace you share

Wooyoung:

gets protective

he just can't help it okay?

he knows you're an adult and you don't need him to guard you 24/7, but even just not having his arm around you at all times feels off to him

he wants to be there for you at all times - the type to pick up his phone if you call him at 3 in the morning because you have trouble sleeping and you feel like it'd help you to hear his voice

might go a bit overboard at times, it does happen that his urge to protect you and to motivate you to become a better version of yourself ends in a fight

but even then he'll realize rather quickly that he went too far and ought to apologize

your nr 1 hype man, but at the end of the day you know you have a safe place to rest in his arms, and that he'll always accept you exactly as you are

Jongho:

listens

even if you've been complaining about the same thing for weeks, he won't get tired of lending you an open ear and he won't tell you off for it

he knows that sometimes you need to think about the same thing a hundred times until you find a solution for it, and if voicing your thoughts helps he'll be more than happy to listen

sits with you even through the most uncomfortable of feelings and will make sure you know he's not leaving your side even when things get difficult

but he'll also show you his playful side

him joking around with you just really shows how comfortable he is being around you, and you can be sure that your bickering will always end with bright smiles on your faces and sweet kisses as he realizes just how grateful he is to have you in his life

[mythals-whore]

Facts about Davrin that are my headcanon but are Just True:

He is so into this monster manual that if you ask him about anything related to it you are trapped for at least 45 minutes while he yaps to you about his personal anecdote and what all those other bastards got wrong in their monster manuals

He is a huge nerd

He is a polyglot, totally has a working knowledge of at least five languages (common, Elvhen, Dwarvish, Orlesian, Tevene)

He smells like wood/sawdust (choose whatever wood you feel, but this is true.)

Grew up really scrawny so as soon as he got hot he became a slut. Just absolutely giving it away (and i love that for him)

He is a munch

Likes whiskey (idk he has a cowboy vibe to him, this is just True)

More likely to call a romanced Rook “sweetheart” or “baby” than vhenan.

Makes his bed every morning

Can draw! Mostly sketches, mostly of monsters/animals but could definitely draw other things/learn to paint if he tried.

Is very patient*

*and therefore good with children, but for a very long time after VG says “Assan is more than enough trouble” if you ask him

Doesn’t care much about an official ‘marriage’ but more so because he feels very dedicated to a partner already and doesn’t need the ceremony for it to feel official**

**but if its important to his partner he would absolutely go all out

Snores, but denies it.

Is bad at Wicked Grace but only because he pouts when he gets a really bad hand (he does not know he does this but literally everyone else does)

Has the Thedas equivalent to a burn book with the names of all those monster manual guys he hates, anyone who ever tried to rip him off, and anyone who ever called him knife-ear/rabbit/etc. This man holds a grudge. He will remember the face, the name and the offense.

Big history buff!!

Reads a lot but doesn’t join the book club bc he’s a big non-fiction guy. He’s out here reading the Thedas equivalent to a WWII Biographies/Nature Guides/encyclopedias

Ribs you when training to get a rise out of you

Ribs you in general to get a rise out of you

Is a picky eater (hates broccoli, probably weird about olives) but will eat it anyway.

Was closer to his mom than his dad

Disorganized organization—there is clutter around his room but he knows where everything is

Always gives gold to beggars

Has a massive—

Stares at aromanced Rook’s ass every time they turn around (the glances are decidedly NOT small)

Knows how to cut his own hair/patch his own clothes

Talks you through it

Early riser—if nightmares/Assan wakes him up, he’s up. Does not understand the concept of “sleeping in” (he will happily stay in bed to do other activities)

Has a good singing voice but will not do it for anyone except Assan. And possibly a romanced Rook. Eventually. Maybe.

Makes a quill out of one of Assan’s feathers but swears its for practicality (it is 100% sentimental, he has plenty of other quills)

Okay that feels like a lot. Please feel free to reblog/come to the replies with your Davrin truths(:

[erosmutt]

I hope you're still doing requests pooks, but if not, ignore this and double penetration request 😅 sorry im a horny virgin who's also chronically depressed and sorry for how long this request is

hayden x virgin reader who's like 22 so I can indulge pls

okay reader can't stomach hookup culture cause she needs emotional intimacy and chemistry first. sex has sentiment and she wants to save herself for someone she's in love with (not necessarily marriage)

hayden and reader meet at her job or something, hit it off despite the age gap, and go on dates without ever having sex bc establishing a relationship without being clouded by lust 💪🏼💪🏼 she invites him to her apartment to have an intimate hangout with no expectations for sex but he's so sweet and touchy and patient so then she's like I love him and I want to fuck his cute self

they do all the foreplay and he guides her through giving him a blowjob (at her insistence) then they make love and it's actually sweet (gentle love, admiring each other, lots of eye contact) and very human with mistakes that they just laugh off 🫶🏼🫶🏼

pls if u don't write any other request of mine, do this and I will smooch the shit out of you every day for a whole summer

i am literally always taking requests!! like . my inbox is always open. never closes. also i would never ignore a request unless it's like against what i have in my rules. i love love looove how you always are so creative and give such long requests. i love yew tamara <3 this ended up being very long! enjoy :]

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ★ virginity loss, blowjob, passionate sex, hayden comfort as always!⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 25.04.19  ⋆  HAPPY HAYDEN DAY!

"Your place is so cozy," Hayden comments with a fond smile as he looks around at the decor. Your apartment is fairly small, but it's cluttered with things that are just so you. There's a tabby cat lounging in a cat tree by the window, and he tilts his head, making his way over. You've mentioned your cat, Andi, before, but he's never had the pleasure of meeting him until today. He smiles, bending down and giving the cat a gentle scratch underneath its chin. "Hey there buddy," he coos, melting at the way the small feline scrunches its nose and leans into his touch.

As he pets and plays with Andi, you go to the kitchen, grabbing some snacks. "You can put whatever you want on the TV," you call from the kitchen, voice raised to be heard over the shifting and crinkling of the packages of snacks. He looks over at the remote on the coffee table and smiles. "Alright," he pulls away from Andi who watches him curiously as he goes to the couch and sits down with a sigh.

Soon, the two of you are settled in on the couch, a blanket thrown over your laps and bowl of popcorn on his lap. Hayden's right hand rests on your thigh, absentmindedly rubbing as the other grabs kernels of popcorn, bringing them up to his mouth and snacking as he watches the show you both agreed on that's playing on the TV in front of you.

The entire duration of the visit, you've been increasingly needy and getting more and more fussy and agitated, shifting constantly and opening and closing your legs. He took it as you being uncomfortable and was concerned, constantly asking if you were okay. Eventually, though, once you kept shifting impossibly closer to him, he got the unspoken memo and repositioned you himself so you have your legs over his lap, his large, warm hands resting on your thighs, dangerously close to your clothed privates.

"Are you okay?" Hayden murmurs softly, his other hand gently gripping your side, careful to not tickle you. You let out an agitated sob, your hands coming up to rub your eyes. "I didn't wanna say anything," you begin. "but I... I really want you to touch me, Hay." He nods in understanding, both hands now caressing you in an unsure attempt to soothe you. "It's okay, I get it, I could tell," he grins, making your cheeks flush a dark pink. "Fuck, I'm sorry," you whisper. He shakes his head. "No no, don't apologize. I've got you. Tell me what you need, and I'll make it happen."

You let out a soft sigh before biting your lip, gently gnawing the skin off as you ponder how to word your request. "Mmmm... can I..." you trail off, not daring to look up at him. "Can I um... can I give you a blowjob?"

Hayden raises his eyebrows, a bit surprised that you would be so straightforward. Getting over his initial shock, he nods. "Of course. Do you--" "I got it," you cut him off, not wanting him to think that you're inexperienced. You are inexperienced, and you have an idea of how to give a guy a blowjob, but you've never done it yourself, not even on a toy, considering you don't own any. He nods, and watches as you, with newfound fervor, throw the blanket off of the both of you and get on your knees before him, pushing his knees apart.

Now that you're in such a vulnerable position, you're absolutely terrified.

"Um... oh..." you murmur, hands falling uselessly to your lap. He can't help but chuckle, making you frown a bit. "Let me help you," he insists. "Okay?" You nod. He grabs a throw pillow off the couch and hands it to you. "Here, kneel on this so your knees don't start hurting." You follow his orders, putting it underneath you and settling onto it. "Now, let me see your hands," you offer your hands, and he takes them in his own soft ones, positioning them at the waistband of his sweatpants. "Whenever you're ready, take them off."

You nod, hooking your fingers into his pants and gently tugging them down his thighs as he lifts his hips in assistance. In the thin fabric of his boxers, his hardening cock twitches, and you gasp, looking at his crotch with fascination. Hayden laughs, shaking his head. You really are inexperienced. "Do you want me to take these off myself, or do you want to do it?" You think for a moment before pointing at him silently. He nods, lifting his hips once more and letting his boxers pool around his ankles along with his pants. The sight of his cock standing proud before you makes you gasp again, and you slap your hand over your mouth. "Oh my god," you whisper in awe. Real dicks are so much different from dildos.

Hayden leans down and gently strokes your cheek. "When you're ready, you can hold it." You tentatively reach out and wrap your hand around his velvety shaft, eyes widening in genuine awe as you get a spur of confidence and start to stroke him. "I'm uncut," he informs you, observing your confused face. You raise an eyebrow. He smiles. "Uncircumcised." "Oh," you murmur in newfound understanding. There's no way you're this oblivious to male anatomy.

"Here," he moves a bit closer to the edge of the couch. "Do you want to put it in your mouth now?" You nod, scooting closer, feeling the warmth of his skin and taking in his musk. You lean down and slowly open your mouth, then you take his tip in your mouth and let out a soft, muffled squeak of surprise at the salty taste of pre that hits your tongue. He gently cups your face, helping to guide you down. "Shh, that's it, just take it slow, you're doing great lovie," he praises with a small smile. You can only take his tip and a bit of his shaft before you whimper and pull off of him. "Hayden I can't,"

He nods. "Okay, that's okay, we can try something else." He helps you up onto the couch. "Do you want to go to the bedroom?" He offers. You nod, and he pulls his bottoms up before motioning for you to lead the way. You do so, and the two of you end up on your bed together. "I'm sorry it's so small," you apologize softly, smoothing out the cover anxiously. He sits beside you, hands underneath your shirt. "It's okay, we can make do with what we've got," he reassures, gently lifting your top up off your body, setting it to the side neatly. You cover yourself with your arms, and his expression softens at the way your insecurity is on full display. "Would it help if I undress?" You nod, and he gets up, stripping down until he's fully nude. When he turns around to put his clothes on your desk chair, you tilt your head. He has a nice ass.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to," he reminds you, making his way back over to you. He gets onto the bed, crawling over you, and you fall onto your back, looking up at him with big, scared eyes. "Haydie," you murmur. "I'm scared." Hayden pouts a bit. "I get it, we'll go slow, I'm not in a hurry." His tip gently prods at your clothed cunt and your breath hitches. You need him. Now.

Cheeks flushed and body tingling with need, you part your legs. "I'm ready, I promise," you whisper softly. He nods, starting to remove your jeans. "Can I take your panties off too?" You nod. He shimmies them off you and tosses them onto the chair with his clothes. "Woah, you're beautiful," he whispers softly. Your cheeks flush a deeper pink and you don't feel as afraid now, his praise fueling your confidence. "Thank you," you murmur.

He grips the base of his shaft and gently rubs his tip against your clit. "Let me know when I can put it in." You take a shaky breath and swallow down your anxiety. "Okay, you can put it in." Hayden kisses your forehead, lips lingering on your skin as he slowly pushes into you. "Ohh..."

The both of you stay like this for a moment - you're registering that you've officially lost your virginity and he's relishing in the feeling of being inside a woman after years. He rests his arms on either side of your head, his pretty blue eyes staring into yours. Your hand comes up and tangles gently in his curls, your eyes searching his for any disgust or hesitation. Of course, you find none. There's a comfortable silence between the two of you before you speak up. "Hayden?" He nods. "Yeah?" You mess with his hair, lips fixed in a slight pout. "Um, you can move." He chuckles. "Oh, you're impatient, huh?"

You widen your eyes. "No, no! I'm not! I'm just telling you--" he grins. "I'm just messing with you, sweetheart. I'll start moving." He takes a breath before starting to rock his hips, slowly and steadily. "God, you feel amazing," he whispers. "feel so good around me."

Slowly but surely, his pace picks up, but he slips out of you and the both of you laugh. "Sorry," he apologizes, his face going red in embarrassment. "'s 'kay," you giggle, holding his hands, your fingers laced with his. He lets go of one hand to guide himself back in, then continues fucking you, letting out a soft exhale. "I-I just realized," he whispers, eyes widening. "I didn't put on a condom..."

The two of you stare at each other. He blinks. You blink in return. "Uh, it's okay," you reassure, trying to do so to yourself more than him. "We can buy a pill." He shakes his head. "No, they're really expensive, I'll just pull out," you nod, giving a soft hum of approval. "Okay, we'll get a pill." You concede.

Once he's close, Hayden pants, tightening his grip on your hands. "I'm gonna cum," he whispers, his breath warm against your face. "Me too, 'm close," you whisper back before biting your lip. He pulls out of you the both of you still, your orgasms coming over you both at the same time. He spills himself onto your lower tummy, and you cover your mouth to not be so loud as you cum with a low moan.

The two of you come down from your highs, and Hayden leans down, pressing soft kisses to your cheek repeatedly. "You were so good," he murmurs between kisses. "so amazing," he smiles against your skin and pulls away, looking into your eyes with a fond smile. "I hope I did just as good."

[waitingandwishing]

(Cross posted on Wattpad)

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“Let’s go over it again,” Grayson said firmly, her sharp eyes scanning the cluttered room. She adjusted her posture, her authoritative demeanor unwavering despite the disarray.

“You have to believe me. I didn’t do this,” Jayce pleaded, his voice cracking slightly as he gestured helplessly at the mess around him.

Grayson folded her arms, her brows knitting together in a frown. “Relax, kid. We know it was a break-in, but that doesn’t explain this.” Her gaze swept over the piles of unregistered items and mechanisms that didn’t belong in an ordinary lab. “There’s a lot of restricted items here, and I don’t see any permits. You wanna tell me how you got them?”

“Hey, hey! Be careful with that, please,” Jayce shouted suddenly, his panic redirected toward an enforcer who carelessly lifted a wooden beam off one of the blue crystals.

“I believe someone should have said that earlier,” Viktor commented, his soft yet deliberate accent cutting through the tension as he turned away from the chalkboard. “What happened here?”

Jayce let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to ward off a headache. “Science, I guess,” he muttered, his tone both defensive and resigned.

“Last time I checked, science didn’t require illegal equipment,” Grayson shot back, her tone laced with skepticism. She pointed toward a particularly ominous-looking device nestled among the rubble.

“Nor was this approved by the Academy,” Viktor added, stepping closer. His limp was noticeable, but it didn’t diminish the air of authority he carried. “Who authorized your research?”

“It was an independent study… Who are you anyway?” Jayce asked, his tone shifting to irritation as he stared at the thin, pale man before him.

“I’m assistant to the Dean of the Academy,” Viktor replied coolly, his golden-brown eyes narrowing slightly, “Who it may serve you to remember is also head of the Council.” He leaned on his cane as he delivered the reminder. “He sent me here to ensure that anything dangerous is removed safely… Which, according to my list, includes you.”

“What?!” Jayce’s eyes widened in disbelief. “How am I dangerous?”

“Uh, that’s for the Council to decide,” Viktor said with a slight shrug, gesturing to an enforcer to move in. 

As the officer approached, Viktor’s attention shifted, his analytical gaze locking onto the chaos surrounding them. Something had caught his eye, a glint of metal among the debris.

Limping toward it, Viktor bent down as best he could, his thin fingers brushing against the cold surface of a small object. His breath hitched as he lifted it. ‘It can’t be…’

In his hands was a pocket watch, its metallic casing adorned with intricate filigree details. The center of the watch face displayed a celestial design, the deep blue background shimmering under the dim light. A radiant sun and crescent moon were etched delicately, their delicate rays intertwined in perfect harmony.

‘You’re like the moon, and I’m like the sun! Whenever I shine, everyone loves me! And whenever you shine, everyone thinks you’re beautiful!’ Viktor’s hand trembled slightly as he stared at the watch, memories flooding back. 

‘Y/N… It’s been years since I last saw you…’ His lips pressed into a thin line as he fought to suppress the emotions threatening to surface. ‘I wonder how you’ve been doing, mojí drahoušek…’

Sure, Y/N had been known for stealing things. In fact, the whole reason she and Viktor met was because she had stolen something from a few people! But… Would she really dare to steal from Piltover?

Was it fate that they’d meet again? Viktor wasn’t sure if he should be happy or guilty for the fact that they might meet again.

Straightening as much as his body allowed, Viktor pocketed the watch carefully. His expression was unreadable, but his mind was racing, consumed by the past and the implications of finding such a thing here.

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The enforcer threw Y/N against the wall with a force that knocked the air out of her lungs. Her back slammed hard into the rough, crumbling bricks, and before she could react, his hand clamped around her throat.

She clawed at his arm instinctively, gasping for air as her vision blurred slightly at the edges. His face loomed close, contorted with anger, and the veins in his neck stood out as he barked at her.

“Tell me who they were!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the empty alleyway. The metallic clink of his squad’s boots on the pavement was a chilling backdrop to his fury.

“I-I don’t know!” Y/N stammered, her voice raw with desperation as she tried to force the words out. “They were a couple of older people! H-Had green and yellow hair!” She winced as her back scraped against the wall when he pressed her even harder against it.

“Liar!” the enforcer snarled, his face inches from hers. The venom in his voice was noticeable, his hatred seething just beneath the surface. He shoved her further into the wall, grinding her shoulders painfully into the coarse surface. “You people are all the same. Liars, thieves, you’ll do anything to scrape by. Pathetic.”

Y/N’s pulse pounded in her ears, her chest heaving as she struggled to get even a sliver of air into her lungs. The pressure on her throat was unbearable, but she pushed past the terror and managed to rasp, “A-and who set that system u-up?!”

Her words, though faint, hit a nerve. The enforcer’s grip faltered for just a second before he released her completely, letting her drop unceremoniously to the ground. 

She crumpled to her knees, coughing violently as she clutched at her throat, trying to soothe the raw, bruised skin. 

Y/N barely had time to catch her breath before a sharp pain erupted in her side, his heavy boot connected with her ribs, sending her sprawling onto the filthy, rain-soaked ground.

“You dirty scumbags are worth nothing,” He spat coldly. The heavy tread of his and his squad's boots receded into the distance, leaving Y/N alone in the silence of the alley.

“Psst! Up here!” a voice hissed from above. Y/N tilted her head weakly, squinting through the blood and dirt smearing her face. She spotted Ekko crouched on the rooftop, his wide eyes glowing with concern as he waved her over. 

Her chest still heaving, she forced herself to her feet. Her entire body protested with every movement, pain shooting through her ribs, but she gritted her teeth and reached for the ladder.

“Are you okay?” Ekko whispered as she finally pulled herself over the edge of the roof. He placed a steadying hand on her shoulder, his gaze scanning the bruises on her face and the blood trailing from her nose.

“Yeah,” She croaked, her voice raspy and tired. “Just accidentally got pinned down by some of the enforcers.” She offered a small, strained smile that didn’t do much to hide her discomfort. “Ekko, the enforcers are looking for the rest of them. We need to get back.”

Ekko’s eyes widened, and he nodded solemnly. Without another word, the two darted across the rooftops, the wind biting at their skin as they moved. Y/N’s body screamed in protest with each jump and landing, but she didn’t slow down. They had to make it in time, there was no other option.

The Last Drop loomed ahead, its faint lights barely visible through the grime and smog of the undercity. They slipped inside through the roof, sliding into the dim, cluttered basement undetected. The faint hum of muffled voices reached them as they climbed onto the beams above.

Y/N scanned the dimly lit room, her sharp gaze immediately meeting Vi’s. Vi’s expression shifted to alarm as she noticed the blood on Y/N’s face and the bruises beginning to form on her skin. Y/N tilted her head, giving her a small, reassuring smile. She was okay, at least, that’s what she wanted Vi to think.

Her attention snapped to the sound of a creak. Powder was losing her balance, her foot slipping against the uneven beam. Y/N’s stomach flipped, her heart racing as she lunged forward, barely managing to grab hold of Powder’s shirt. 

Her fingers clenched tightly around the fabric, her other hand locking onto a beam to steady herself.

The faint light flickered ominously, then blinked out, plunging the room into darkness. A second later, the basement door slammed shut with an ominous thud. 

Powder gasped, losing her footing entirely and falling to the ground with a sharp yelp. 

Y/N dropped down after her, ignoring the protest of her battered body. Her boots hit the floor with a solid thud, and she crouched to help Powder up. 

Wiping the crusted blood from her face with the back of her hand, she straightened, her eyes meeting Vi’s concerned gaze.

“What happened to you, Y/N?” Vi asked, stepping closer. Her tone was sharp with worry, her brows furrowed.

“Enforcers happened,” Y/N replied flatly, her voice tinged with bitterness. She crossed her arms over her chest, wincing slightly at the ache in her ribs.

“Yeah! But she was a total badass!” Ekko chimed in, his face lighting up with excitement as he gestured wildly. “He was like, ‘Tell me who they were! You people are just liars and thieves!’ And she was all like, ‘And who set that system up?!’” He mimicked the enforcer’s gruff tone before switching to an exaggerated version of Y/N’s voice, grinning proudly.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light but short-lived. It felt good, even if just for a moment.

The basement door creaked open, and Vander’s imposing figure filled the doorway. He scanned the room, his expression tense. “Are you all okay?” he asked, his voice calm but heavy with concern.

Vi stepped forward, her jaw tight. “No, we’re not okay,” she snapped. “They almost saw Powder. What if they’d taken her?” Her voice rose, her anger barely contained as she glared at Vander.

“No one is taking any of you,” Vander said firmly, his voice unwavering. “I won’t let that happen.”

“It’s already happening!” Vi shot back, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. “Y/N almost got her ass handed to her and sent to jail! You heard him, Vander. They won’t stop. They never stop. We need to fight back!” She slammed her fist into the wall with a loud thud. “And if you won’t, I will.”

Vander’s shoulders sagged, and he sighed deeply. “I’ve heard this kind of talk before,” he murmured, his voice low.

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Mojí drahoušek. Viktor scoffed at his own words, the ink smudging slightly as he scratched them out with a frustrated sigh. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the half-finished letter as if it could somehow write itself.

It had been years. Years since he’d seen her, heard her voice, or even allowed himself to think of her without that familiar ache creeping into his chest. Yet here he was, pen in hand, the words refusing to come out as smoothly as they once might have.

“It’s been a long time, Y/N,” He muttered, his voice low and tinged with exasperation. His fingers drummed against the table for a moment before his hand shot to his face, rubbing at the weariness that seemed to cling to him. “Of course it’s been a long time. You left her.”

What was he thinking? Ever since he stumbled across that pocket watch, it had been impossible to keep his thoughts from straying to her. 

Her eyes, that piercing gaze that could read him like an open book. Her smile, rare but unforgettable. Everything about her haunted him, a ghost lingering just at the edge of his mind.

Viktor dipped his pen into the ink pot once more, his grip tightening as he resolved to try again.

Dear Y/N,It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?

There are many questions I have to ask you. I would assume you’d think the same, though I suppose I have no right to assume what you’re thinking. I must apologize, leaving you was a mistake I’ve come to regret deeply. And yet despite the time and distance, I still find traces of you everywhere I go.

A lab partner of mine reminds me of you in more ways than one. The way he speaks, his stubborn determination to be right… It all brings you to mind. And then there are the smaller things.

The color olive green always makes me think of your cloak. I wonder, do you still have it? Or has it been discarded, like so many other pieces of our past?

You once told me we were like the sun and the moon, shining bright at different times. I told you we were more like two halves of the same coin yet didn’t realize that meant we were also destined to remain apart. The distance between us now feels so long, and I know it’s my fault. I let it grow. I let you slip away.

I found your mother’s pocket watch in the wreckage of my lab partners robbed lab. What a small world.

Magic and science… It's fascinating, isn’t it? The potential to intertwine them could revolutionize Piltover, though I can’t say the same for the Undercity.

I don’t expect to send you this letter. And if I do, I don’t expect a response. Nor do I expect you to act on anything I’ve said here. But I want you to know I’d like to return the pocket watch to you. 

I know how important it is, as a piece of your mother. Meet me in the Undercity, our old home. Perhaps in the alleyway where we first met. Where everything began.

This isn’t about closure for me; I’ve forfeited any right to peace of mind. Nor is it an attempt to make you remember me, I’m sure you already do. This is simply a transaction between old friends, nothing more. 

Afterward, we can go back to our separate lives. Though I doubt I’ll ever truly forget you, you have the choice to decide.

Love From, Viktor.

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[themultifandomgal]

Jay Halstead- Your Job Will Be The Death Of You

The city of Chicago seemed to never sleep. Its streets brimming with the sounds of honking horns, the chatter of pedestrians, and the distant wail of sirens. It was alive. Jay Halstead had dedicated his life to serving and protecting its the people of Chicago. His fiancé YN worked a 9-5 job, meaning she spent a lot of time alone at home worrying about Jay when he was at work. She knew what she was getting herself into when she started to date Jay. She knew the risks. However Jay seemed to recently become increasingly more reckless.

Jay stood in the small cluttered break room, his fingers wrapped around a lukewarm cup of coffee. His body ached. A few hours prior Jay had been involved in a high stakes chase after a suspect who had fled from a robbery. The adrenaline had surged through his veins as he sprinted after the man, his partner, Detective Hailey Upton, hot on his heels. But in the chaos, Jay had taken a hard fall, twisting his ankle painfully as he collided with a moving car. The injury had forced him to sit out the rest of the pursuit, watching helplessly as Hailey and the others apprehended the suspect without him. It was a bitter pill to swallow, one that gnawed at his pride. As he sipped his coffee Jay's thoughts drifted to YN, his fiancé. As much as Jay has been trying to hide his work he could sense that YN's concern for his safety was growing. The door to the break room swung open and Hailey stepped inside, her expression of concern

“You okay Halstead?” she asked leaning against the counter “that fall looked rough”

“Just a twisted ankle” Jay replied. Hailey raised an eyebrow, unconvinced

“You know you don't have to push yourself. We can handle things without you for a bit” Hailey had started to notice how Jay seemed to have this need to protect everyone. Jay shook his head, the frustration bubbling beneath the surface

“It's not that simple. I can't just sit back and let you all do the work. It's my job to be there, to protect our community”

“I get it” Hailey sighed, her gaze softening “but you also have to think about your health. You know YN will worry if she finds out you're pushing too hard”

At the mention of YN, Jay's heart sank

“I think she already knows” Jay sighs Before taking another sip of his coffee, letting the bitter taste wash over him

“It must be hard for her. Just don’t give her any more reasons to worry”

YN had been home fore a few hours before Jay got home that evening. As he entered the apartment, the familiar scent of vanilla enveloped him. YN was in the kitchen, her back turned to him as she stirred a pot on the stove. The sound of boiling water and the soft clinking of utensils filled the air. He leaned against the doorframe watching her for a moment feeling a rush of affection. Moving off the doorframe Jay hobbled over to her wrapping his arms around her

"Hey, babe” smiled as she continues to stir the contents in the pot “wash up for supper” Jay hobbles over to the sink, YN turns to face him, her smile falters “what happened?”

“It's nothing” Jay replied forcing a casual tone “just a little mishap at work”

“Jay you know I can't stand it when you brush things off like that. What really happened?”

“I dint drink enough and felt dizzy during a chase today. I twisted my ankle. Nothing serious, but it kept me from doing my job” Jay sighs giving in

“Jay” YN groans “ you know I will never tell you to leave your job or anything, I know you love it, but you need to take care of yourself. The moment you’re not feeling good you have to stop”

I know, but”

“No 'buts, Jay” she interrupted, her tone firm “you're not invincible”

He felt the tension building between them, the familiar push and pull of their differing perspectives

“I get that, but I can't just sit back and let others handle it. This is my career, YN. It's what I do”

"And I understand that, but the way you’re going your job will be the death of you. I have always known there’s a chance you may not come home, but when you’re the one being careless… do you think I don't worry about you every time you walk out that door? every time you're in a dangerous situation? you're not just a cop; you're my fiancé. I need you to come home safe and at the moment it it’s like you have a death wish”

“It was just a sprained ankle” yes and last week it was a bruised rib. What’s next week? I can’t sit back and watch you end up in hospital because you’ve been shot because of your own stupidity”

“I'm doing my job, YN! I can't just stop because you're scared”

“I'm scared because I love you!” she exclaimed, tears brimming in her eyes “I’m not asking you to give up your job for me, all I’m asking is your more carful. I don’t want you to end up in a body bag” hearing this come from his fiancés mouth jay sits at the kitchen table with a sigh “I can’t loose you Jay, I love you”

“I know I’ve not been careful recently and I’m sorry. I can’t promise you that I won’t come home hurt, this is my job YN and I can’t give it up, but I promise that I will always fight to come home to you. I love you so much YN” YN takes a seat opposite Jay taking his hand in hers giving it a little squeeze

“Just stop running into danger like your Ironman and start looking after yourself. I have to you that your on top form when going to work”

“I promise. I’m sorry for worrying you” jay stands up and walks run to YN placing many kisses on her head. YN places her hand on jays cheek and rubs her thumb. For YN and Jay this conversation was the start of Jay taking his time and not running into the cross fire.

[bubble-leaves]

Since you're able to do nsfw now, any spicy headcanons for Jel?

Order up! (also I made this color pop edit with Google Photos, anyone is free to use it! I thought it was so so cool)

NSFW (18+)

Jel . . .

is a true switch, a total 50/50. He's a people pleaser, and loves to get you off, but he also loves when you take the reigns and give him the night of his life. When it comes to sex, Jel wants absolutely everything to be perfect. He needs atmosphere, longing, desperation! He'll set the mood with lit candles, some scented. All of the scents he lights contain aphrodasiacs, like jasmine. His room (or at least the section that contains his bed) is spotless, with no clutter to distract you two. He wants you to be as comfortable as possible while getting you in the same mood he experiences. He takes his time. There will be a LOT of slow kissing and grinding. Jel'll use it for teasing occasionally, because sometimes he's playful, but most of the time it's just to bask in how happy you make him. Although he's eloquent and often tries to describe how you make him feel, he feels that he can never truly explain with words how much he loves you. So, he'll express his feelings with slow, thoughtful bumps and grinds, kisses and lovebites, until you can't take anymore and you're begging for him. Jel's a reactionary moaner when it comes to you addressing him; if he hears your erotic begging and requests for him to fuck you, he can't help but let out small moans of delight. He's not used to being desired like this. You make Jel feel loved and wanted, how could he not repay you for all you've given him?

Jel loves being serviced by you because of that fact, too. Your service and love feels like he found it with luck, or a gift he doesn't deserve—yet he can't stop wanting it. Being submissive to you makes Jel forget all the worries and woes in his life. When you're taking care of him, making him groan, whine, and writhe, nothing else matters. He wants nothing more than to be completely yours. Jel would do anything for you, he would die for you, and he can't believe you return his passion. And Jel has an intimidating amount of passion for you; he may start soft and slow at the start when on top, but his emotions always make him lose control. His heart is ablaze when his pace is high, because all the feelings he's been unable to vocalize comes out in how he fucks you. Well, perhaps "fucking" is the wrong word. Jel doesn't like that. Sex is not just sex for him. It's his way of connecting directly to your soul, of telling you all the ways you drive him crazy without having to say a word.

Jel is absolutely into kink. He loves praise and worship, bondage, edging, denial, overstimulation. Yes, it makes him a bit of a scoundrel, in his own terms, but you make it soooo fun. Jel loves how dangerous you make him feel whenever he can tie you in intricate shibari or ribbons, or sweetly tease you as he watches you cum for the 3rd time in a row on his lap. Jel loves your struggle, although he tries not to be overly domineering when in a position of power. Also, side note: Jel will NOT indulge in degradation kinks! Over his dead body will he call his muse a whore or a slut, even if it is just play; he adores you too much.

You are Jel's equal, his soulmate, his lover. Jel wants to cherish you, love you, and keep you high on him. You are his everything, and he doesn't care how obsessive that may seem. It's just how he feels. You drive him wild with raw emotion. Jel desperately longs to show you just what you make him experience on the daily—how you make his heart (and other things) throb, spine chill, and head rush with delightful chemicals. Bottom line is, Jel is rhapsodically in love with you, and he's going to show every ounce of the desire he has for you.

[marzshin]

kalim with a goth!reader (romantic)

this is mostly based off the fashion and cosmetic aspects of it instead of personality traits most commonly assumed that a goth person would have.

•honestly it’s a visual shock to a lot of the students attending NRC. A girl dressed in all dark colors, heavy makeup, and just an overall intimidating look to her with a guy that’s pretty much the literal embodiment of the sun? crazy.

•Kalim, however, adores this about your relationship. he loves the dynamic it forms and just how different you are. he’s attracted to your confidence and openness, he likes that you dress the way you dress, and that you choose to continue it even if many of the other people at that school just don’t really understand it.

•he notices your fashion and likes to buy you silver jewelry because it’s just what he sees you wear most often. it’s a small sentiment but it can mean a lot to a person. not to mention, if he sees anything remotely bat or spider like, you best believe he’s buying it for you; it can become quite cluttered with all the decor and little trinkets he’s gotten you so make sure you have plenty of space.

•the one thing he likes most of all is your makeup. he’ll sit there next to you and watch every line you draw on your face with eyeliner and how elegantly you apply it with a beaming smile. he may not want to wear it himself all the time but he’d definitely let you do his makeup when you wanted to (maybe just to feel your hands on his cheeks as you guide his face side to side but he still enjoys it nonetheless). in the shelter of your own rooms, he’ll beg you to kiss his face with a deep red or black lipstick on just so he can relish in the sight of your lips imprinted on his brown skin.

sighhhh he’s so cute🥲 sorry if it might be a bit out of character and it’s very self indulgent; im still not confident in my writing capabilities. anyway! i hope the other kalim fans enjoy this as much as i do.😙😙 love you all!

[dy6nsty]

Can I request sleep token x reader with a reader who is accident prone? Today alone i have slid on ice, smacked my head off a shelf, and stabbed myself with a comb.

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I LOVE THIS PROMPT. YES, YES YOU CAN‼️I also hope you’re doing good after all that..

Sleep Token x GN! reader who has a tendency to get injured

Relationship— Romantic

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Vessel:

Suddenly has eyes in the back of his head. Knows you’re picking something up. “Put it down.”

Leaves you alone for a couple of minutes and comes back to chaos. Chaos in this scenario was you breaking something.

Blueprints things in his head to figure out if there’s anything that could possibly put you out of trouble.

Was considering getting you one of those child leashes so he can keep a better eye on you.

Follows you around sometimes to make sure you don’t injure yourself or break something. Watching you bump into 70% of things you come across.

Puts rubber counter protectors on surfaces with sharp or hard corners, just so you won’t bang into them on accident.

If you can’t walk in a straight line (I can’t do it either don’t worry guys! 😊)— he’ll help you get around. “Left- right! RIGHT!”

His worst enemy is winter and spring. We have icy grounds than slippery grass. But is also your frenemy.

Is now stalked up with bandaids, glue, tape and other necessities he might need for the future with you. Which is probably a lot.

If you come to him with an injury he’ll let out a long sigh before asking what happened. Let’s you ramble on about how you’ve gotten hurt now while he fixes you up.

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II:

Call him the gigglesaurus at this point. Will watch you stumble than fall and start cackling before realizing he’s not supposed to laugh..

Likes the chaos it can bring! But he still gets a mini panic attack when he realizes you’ve disappeared from you once were: beside him.

Learned how to treat wounds, bruises, and stuff because of how often it started happening. Also learned how to fix mirrors!

Wants to know all of the dumb or serious stories you have. He’s all for it.

Likes to keep an arm around your waist to ensure you won’t get into any inconvenience.

Tries to help you with tasks you might accidentally fuck up. Reaching for things, organizing glasses, cleaning, or even will escort you around areas so you don’t trip over your own feet!

Counts up how many bruises or any marks you have at the end of the day. If he notices a new one he’ll ask what happened. If it happened in a dumb way he just stifles a laugh.

Watches you from afar sometimes to make sure nothings happen so far. If he does see you get hurt he’ll rush over to see what’s happened, again.

Feels like he’s on a news channel at this point. Honestly wonders if you have some sort of curse to how often he’s found you in these exact scenes.

Does not trust you holding glass, plastic, porcelain, or metal objects. He’ll hold them with you but he’s not wanting you to break any of those by falling over, or maybe even dropping them on yourself.

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III:

Stays serious about it but once saw you run into a door and almost lost his shit. Wanted to laugh so hard.

Keeps bandaids, a small thing of bandage wrap + tape, and tissue in his pockets. It’s become a habit.

Carries you around areas that have many things cluttered on the ground so nothing will end up broken.

Trusts you enough to look away and not keep an eye on you 24/7 but still has a physical reflex whenever he hears a crash, bang, or a small sound of something colliding.

Often times will try to fix any messed you might’ve caused. Hiding any evidence that something had happened.

Kisses any minor injuries you get. “It hurts? Want me to kiss it so it feels better?”

Deals with your injuries or things you might’ve smashed, asks how it was caused so he can prevent them from happening further on.

Moves things around if he’s noticed it’s a common occurrence for you to bump into it with the object in the room / it’s placement.

Will take over / help you with certain scenarios if it becomes a problem to where you always end up hurt afterwards.

Warms you about things he sees coming your way: “Wall, you’re gonna walk into it.”, “There’s a plate of glasses, don’t walk into it.”

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IV:

Feels like superman sometimes when it comes to you. Steadies things in your hand if he notices you’re unbalanced.

Will also laugh at you. Unless you’re bleeding. He’ll run over to make sure everything’s all right.

Stocks up on ice packs and replaceable items for ones you might knock over later on.

Makes sure you won’t knock into anyone while your walking, or into anything.

Starts following you around when he can to make sure that you’re not getting into any trouble.

Also an enemy with winter. Especially if you want to try any winter sports. You can try but he might mentally face palm if you get ran over by a kid in a sled.

Starts requesting for plastic cups instead of glass. He can’t risk fancy glasses being broken any longer.

He gets into trouble in his own way, but he swears he’s more safe than you.

Picks you up and carrie’s you away when he senses that something just might happen. Spidey senses over here!!!

He can’t walk in a straight line so your both screwed. Your bumping into each other like you have sea legs.

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i’m sorry if this turned out a little bad! i’m currently on the verge of sleep but rlly wanted to finish this! ^^

[rylem33]

The Solaris Prism: Yellow

Characteristics of a “yellow” personality: cheerful, joyous, confident, vain. - - - - - -

Stacey Hart wasn’t a thief, not really. Not in the criminal sense. She didn’t creep through alleyways or lift wallets from unsuspecting tourists. No, this wasn’t her thing. Not usually.

But desperate times…

She glanced down at the ornate wooden box sitting on her cluttered coffee table, biting her lip. Her knee bounced nervously as she turned the situation over in her head for the hundredth time. It hadn’t even been that hard to take. She’d been making another delivery to the museum when she saw it sitting there. Just… sitting there on the table.

The way the box had caught her eye, its glossy, intricate carvings shimmering in the sunlight spilling through the museum’s loading dock. She didn’t know what was inside, but, Come on, she thought, anything this fancy has to be worth something.

Her fingers twitched. The memory of taking it still made her stomach churn. She wasn’t like this.

It’s not like I’m some master thief. It was right there. Unattended. Who’s gonna miss it?

She had bills to pay and a landlord breathing down her neck. The hospital wasn’t going to wait forever. And what were her options? Another double shift at the diner wasn’t going to cut it.

“Maybe… maybe it’s nothing,” she muttered, reaching for the box. Her hand hovered for a moment before she finally gave in. The latch clicked softly.

Inside was a single object: a small, smooth prism nestled on a bed of black velvet.

“That’s it?” she said aloud, the weight of her voice doing little to mask her disappointment. She picked it up gingerly, turning it in her hands. The light caught its surface, sending faint rainbows across the table.

It looked so… normal. No glowing, no jewels encrusted along the edges. Just a plain piece of glass.

Her eyes flicked to the underside of the box lid. Carved there in meticulous script were the words:

The Solaris Prism.

Solaris? Her fingers brushed the engraving as her brows furrowed. Some kind of museum piece, then. But why? Why was this so important?

She sighed and grabbed her laptop, the prism still in her hand as she began searching online.

“Let’s see… Solaris Prism…” she mumbled, her fingers tapping away. Links popped up, most of them unhelpful. A few cryptic forums, a badly formatted webpage that looked like it hadn’t been updated since the ‘90s, and, oh, a grainy image of something that looked vaguely like her find.

Ancient artifact. Powerful civilizations. Source of unimaginable energy. She snorted.

“Yeah, right. And it just ends up sitting on a table?” She slouched back in her chair, staring at the prism again. No price tags, no appraisal estimates. Just mystery and a lot of speculation from people who sounded like they lived in their mom’s basements.

Her gaze lingered on the prism as she turned it over in her hands. It felt oddly warm. Not hot, just… warm, in a way that glass shouldn’t.

What if it’s worth millions?

Her pulse quickened at the thought, but she shoved it down. No sense getting carried away. If it was valuable, there’d be someone out there willing to pay. Someone who’d understand its worth better than she could.

She rubbed her temples, glancing at her phone. Her mom had called twice that morning already, but Stacey hadn’t been ready to deal with the guilt of all the things she’d yet to do.

With a sigh, she grabbed her phone and hit the call button. The ringing barely started before her mom’s familiar voice answered.

“Stacey, honey, finally! I was starting to worry. Did you get my messages?”

“Yeah, Mom,” Stacey said, brushing her hair behind her ear. She tried to keep her voice steady, even though she could hear the weariness in her mom’s. “Sorry, I’ve just been… busy.”

“Did you talk to the landlord about an extension?”

Stacey winced. “Not yet.”

“Stacey,” her mom said, a note of frustration creeping in. “You’ve got to stay on top of this. And what about the pharmacy? Did they call you back about my prescriptions?”

Dang, forgot about that. “Not yet,” Stacey repeated. One more thing I need to put on the list. Her hand drifted toward the prism on the coffee table, her fingers brushing over its smooth, cool surface. “But… actually, I’ve been working on something that might help. With the bills and… you know, everything.”

“Help?” her mom asked cautiously. “What do you mean?”

Stacey picked up the prism, turning it over in her hands. The facets on its surface caught the light spilling in from the window. “I found… something,” Stacey began, hesitating as she tried to put it into words. “It’s, like, this artifact or something. It might be worth a lot.”

Her mom sighed on the other end of the line. “Stacey, please don’t get wrapped up in some scam or junk… We can’t afford to waste time on distractions.”

“It’s not junk,” Stacey said, frowning. She turned the prism, holding it up to the sunlight streaming through the window. For a moment, nothing happened, but then—flash.

A sudden, blinding burst of golden light shot through the prism, catching her square in the eyes. Stacey yelped, nearly dropping it as she blinked rapidly, trying to clear the bright yellow afterimage burned into her vision.

“Stacey? What happened?” her mom’s voice asked, her concern immediate.

“Uh…” Stacey rubbed her eyes, blinking again as the world swam back into focus. “Nothing, Mom. I just…uh…got a little distracted.”

“Distracted? Stacey, this isn’t the time for that…”

“I know!” Stacey interrupted, her tone sharper than she intended. She winced, then softened her voice. “I know, Mom. I’m trying, okay?”

As she spoke, something strange began to bubble up from within, and her lips tugged into a small smile. The usual pressure that weighed on her shoulders seemed to ease just a little.

Her mom sighed again. “Honey, I just don’t want you getting your hopes up. We’ve been through so much, and I hate seeing you stress about my medical stuff…”

“It’s fine,” Stacey said, the words slipping out before she realized it. Her hand fell to her lap, dropping the prism onto the floor. “I mean, it’s not fine-fine, but, like… it’ll work out, you know?”

“Stacey, are you okay?”

“Totally,” Stacey said, a giggle bubbling in her chest. The sound surprised even her. She leaned back against the couch, her head tipping toward the window where the sunlight warmed her face. It felt…warm, wonderful, invigorating. “Actually, I feel pretty great right now.”

“Great?” her mom asked, skeptical.

“Yeah,” Stacey said, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. She froze. Her hair… it looked lighter. She tilted her head, pulling the strand into the sunlight. Golden. Definitely golden, almost glowing.

Her mom’s voice pulled her back. “Stacey, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but…”

Her mom’s voice droned on in the background, but Stacey barely heard her. Her focus was drifting.

“Stacey, are you listening?” her mom’s voice broke through, insistent. “We need to figure out what’s happening with the landlord. And…did you say something about an artifact? What kind of…”

“Uh-huh, yeah, totally,” Stacey murmured, her gaze dropping to her hands resting on the keyboard. Something was off. Her nails… weren’t they shorter before? She tilted her fingers, watching as the edges lengthened right before her eyes, smoothing into perfect ovals. A soft, yellow polished shine appeared catching the light in the room.

Her mom kept going, oblivious. “Honey, I need you to focus. Did you call the pharmacy or not? Because if you didn’t, I can…”

“Mom, wait,” Stacey interrupted, holding her hand up as if her mom could see it. “Have you ever noticed how good my hands look? Like, seriously, my nails are… wow.” She turned them this way and that, marveling at their flawless shape, the soft light reflecting off them making them sparkle faintly.

“What?” her mom stammered, clearly thrown. “Your hands? Stacey, what does that have to do with…”

“Nothing, nothing, sorry,” Stacey said, though her tone was far from apologetic. She felt lighter than she had in years. Her eyes darted to the mirror on the wall, and she stood up, phone pressed loosely to her ear as she approached it. Her reflection stopped her mid-step.

Her face was changing. Her cheekbones had lifted, her jawline softened into a delicate curve. Her lips looked fuller, their natural pink hue replaced with a faint, glossy sheen. Her wide brown eyes now shimmered with flecks of gold, catching the light. Stacey leaned closer, a smile creeping onto her face. She looked… radiant.

“Mom,” she said suddenly, her voice bright and lilting. “Do you think I’d look good in, like, a strapless top? Or maybe one of those off-the-shoulder things?”

“What?” her mom sputtered. “What are you talking about? Stacey, this isn’t like you. What’s going on?”

“I mean, not that I don’t already look good,” Stacey continued, her giggle bubbling up again. She tilted her head and her hair fell like golden thread around her face. “I just think I could… I don’t know, elevate things a little.”

Her mom’s voice wavered between panic and disbelief. “Stacey, are you sure you’re feeling okay? You sound…different.”

“Different good, right?” Stacey asked, running her hands down her sides. Her sweater felt tighter across her chest, and when she shifted her weight, the fabric strained uncomfortably. She blinked, watching as the plain cotton began to shimmer. Threads of yellow light wove through the material, dissolving it into something softer, glossier, and definitely more glamorous. The sweater shrank upward, reshaping itself into a strapless top that clung to her curves like a second skin.

“Ooooh,” Stacey cooed, twisting to admire the way the top emphasized her figure. Her waist pinched inward, her hips flaring outward as if they’d been sculpted. Her jeans shimmered next, the denim fading away into a high-cut yellow skirt that hugged her hips and thighs. 

“Stacey!” her mom practically yelled now. “Why are you talking about clothes? Why are you acting like this? Please…what’s happening to you?”

“Relax, Mom,” Stacey said, rolling her shoulders. The way her body moved was new…slinky..sexy. “You worry way too much…it’s bad for your skin! Stress makes you wrinkle, you know.”

“What…what are you even talking about?” her mom stammered, her voice breaking.

“Just a little life advice,” Stacey said, grinning as she turned back to the mirror. Her legs shimmered now, lengthening into smooth, golden tanned perfection. Her sneakers dissolved, the fabric shifting upward as they transformed into towering yellow stilettos. The heels clicked softly against the floor as she stepped closer to the mirror, her grin widening. “Oh my God,” she breathed, placing a hand on her hip. “Do you see this, Mom? Wait…of course you don’t. But wow.”

“Stacey, please,” her mom pleaded, panic lacing her words. “Something’s happening to you…you need help! You’re not acting like yourself!”

“Not acting like myself?” Stacey repeated, laughing as she tilted her head to admire the way her hair caught the light. “You’re right! I’m better. Like… so much better.” She blew herself a kiss in the mirror.

“Stacey, please…”

“Oh, Mom, you’re stressing again,” Stacey said, her tone a mixture of joy and indulgence. “You should really try lightening up. Like, just let yourself be happy.  Feel the joy that is life, you know?” She twirled in front of the mirror, her skirt flaring as her heels clicked against the floor. “Life’s too short to worry about all this boring stuff.”

Her mom’s voice broke on the other end. “Stacey, I…”

“Okay, I’m gonna go now. Love you! Bye!” Stacey chirped, cutting the call with a flick of her manicured finger. She tossed the phone onto the couch and turned back to her reflection, unable to stop smiling.

“Perfect,” she whispered to herself. With a final glance at the mirror, she blew her reflection another kiss. Problems were for other people.