#OKAY OFF TOPIC. YOU'RE OKAY I PROMISE YOU I PROMISE. NOW TAKE A DEEP BREATH. AND ANOTHER.

[thebleedingeffect]

Going to bed early because I am exhausted now, but I am leaving this lil post for future me to read. Hey you, you're fine, everything is okay, I promise you, you're loved and are not being abandoned. I promise. Now go get some food or something

[estellan0vella]

Art of the Not-So-Graceful Swoon and Serious Conversations ❀ includes: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Megumi, Yuji, Yuta, Toge & Nobara (Requested as SMAU but I did it as a written piece because I didn't think an SMAU was the best way to approach this topic)

CW: DISORDERED EATING MENTIONED

You stand in the middle of the kitchen, feeling dizzy. The room spins slightly, and you grab onto the counter for support. Satoru Gojo, your boyfriend, is sitting at the table, casually munching on some snacks. He looks up and his expression shifts from playful to concerned in an instant.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks, standing up quickly.

You try to nod, but the movement makes your vision blur. You haven't eaten properly in days. The constant struggle with food has taken its toll, and your body is finally giving in. Before you can respond, your knees buckle, and you collapse.

"Hey! Y/N!" Satoru's voice is filled with panic as he rushes to your side.

The world goes dark for a moment. When you come to, you're lying on the couch, a cool cloth on your forehead. Satoru is kneeling beside you, his eyes wide with worry. He brushes a stray hair out of your face, his touch gentle.

"You scared me," he says softly. "What happened?"

You take a deep breath, feeling weak and embarrassed. "I... I haven't been eating much," you admit, avoiding his gaze.

Satoru's expression shifts from concern to something deeper, a mix of hurt and understanding. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asks, his voice gentle but firm. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

You feel a lump in your throat. "I didn't want to bother you," you mumble. "I thought I could handle it on my own."

He sighs, sitting down next to you. "You don't have to handle everything alone. I'm here for you. Always."

Tears well up in your eyes, and you quickly wipe them away. "It's just... it's hard," you confess. "I struggle with food. Sometimes, it's like my mind just won't let me eat, no matter how much I want to."

Satoru takes your hand, squeezing it gently. "You don't have to fight this battle by yourself," he says softly. "We can figure this out together. But you need to eat, okay? Your health is important to me. You are important to me."

His words hit you hard, and you finally let the tears fall. Satoru pulls you into a gentle hug, holding you as you cry. His presence is comforting, his embrace warm and safe. After a few moments, you pull back, feeling a bit lighter.

"I don't want to be a burden," you whisper.

"You're not a burden," Satoru insists, his eyes meeting yours. "You're my partner. We support each other. That's what a relationship is about."

You nod, feeling a mix of relief and fear. "I'll try," you promise. "But it's going to be hard."

"I know," he says. "But we'll take it one step at a time. Together."

He stands up and heads to the kitchen. You watch as he prepares a simple meal, bringing it over to you. "Here," he says, offering you a small plate. "Just a little bit to start. We can work up from here."

You take the plate, your hands shaking slightly. "Thank you," you say, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

Satoru smiles, sitting back down beside you. "We'll get through this," he says confidently. "And I'll be right here with you, every step of the way."

You nod, taking a small bite. It's a small victory, but with Satoru by your side, it feels like the beginning of something better. The road ahead is uncertain, but you're not alone. And for now, that's enough.

The room spins around you, the edges of your vision blurring into a hazy fog. You've been pushing yourself too hard, neglecting meals, telling yourself you’ll eat later. But later never comes, and now the toll it's taken on your body is undeniable. Suguru's voice, usually a comforting hum in the background, seems distant and distorted. You can barely make out the words, your mind struggling to keep up.

"Suguru, I…" Your voice trails off, weak and unsteady. You reach out, trying to grasp something, anything to steady yourself, but your fingers find only empty air. The last thing you see before everything goes dark is Suguru's worried face, his eyes widening in alarm as he realizes what's happening.

When you come to, you're lying on the couch, a cool cloth pressed to your forehead. Suguru is kneeling beside you, his hand gently stroking your hair. His expression is a mix of concern and relief as he notices your eyes flutter open.

"You're awake," he says softly, his voice steady but edged with worry. "How are you feeling?"

You try to sit up, but a wave of dizziness forces you to lie back down. "I'm okay," you manage to say, though even you can hear the strain in your voice. "Just… dizzy."

Suguru's brow furrows. "You fainted. Do you know why?" His tone is gentle, but you can sense the underlying worry. He's always been attentive, always noticed when something was off. And you know you can’t hide the truth from him.

"I… I haven't been eating much," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "It's just been hard lately."

He nods, his expression softening with understanding. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asks quietly. There's no accusation in his voice, only concern. "You know you can talk to me about anything."

"I didn't want to worry you," you confess, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "I thought I could handle it on my own."

Suguru sighs, his hand never stopping its gentle movements through your hair. "You don't have to handle everything by yourself," he says. "I'm here for you, always. Please, don't shut me out."

The sincerity in his words breaks down the last of your defenses, and the tears you've been holding back spill over. "I'm sorry," you whisper, feeling the weight of your struggles crashing down on you. "I just… I didn't know how to talk about it."

He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "It's okay," he murmurs. "We'll get through this together. But you need to take care of yourself. Skipping meals isn't the answer."

You nod, wiping at your eyes. "I know. I'll try. It's just… hard."

"I know it is," he says, his voice filled with compassion. "But we'll take it one step at a time. We'll make a plan, and I'll help you stick to it. You're not alone in this."

His words are a balm to your aching heart. For the first time in a long while, you feel a glimmer of hope. With Suguru by your side, maybe you can find a way through this. You take a deep breath, letting the warmth of his presence fill you with a renewed sense of determination.

"Thank you," you say, your voice steadier now. "For being here. For understanding."

Suguru smiles, a soft, reassuring smile that makes you feel like everything might just be okay. "Always," he promises. "We'll face this together."

And with those words, you know that you're not alone. With Suguru's support, you're ready to confront your struggles, one step at a time.

You’re standing in the kitchen with Kento Nanami, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mixing with the aroma of the breakfast he’s prepared. The sight of the food—crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, perfectly toasted bread—makes your stomach churn. It’s been days since you’ve had a proper meal, but the anxiety that knots your insides at the thought of eating is stronger than your hunger.

“Are you alright?” Nanami’s voice is calm, but there’s a hint of concern in his eyes as he sets a plate in front of you. You nod, forcing a smile. The last thing you want is to worry him.

“I’m fine,” you lie, your voice barely above a whisper.

He watches you, his gaze steady and unwavering. You can feel the weight of his worry, but you’re determined not to let it show. You pick up your fork, your hand trembling slightly, and take a small bite. It feels like a rock in your stomach.

“You haven’t been eating much lately,” he says softly, sitting down across from you. “Is something wrong?”

You shake your head, the room starting to spin slightly. “I’m just not very hungry.”

Nanami’s eyes narrow, his expression unreadable. He reaches across the table, taking your hand in his. “You need to take care of yourself,” he says, his voice gentle but firm. “Skipping meals isn’t healthy.”

“I know,” you murmur, but even as you speak, your vision blurs. You can feel yourself slipping, the edges of the world fading to black. The last thing you see is the alarm in Nanami’s eyes as he calls your name.

When you come to, you’re lying on the couch, Nanami kneeling beside you. His hand is cool against your forehead, his expression a mix of relief and worry.

“Thank goodness,” he breathes, helping you sit up slowly. “You fainted. When was the last time you ate?”

You look away, shame flooding through you. “I… I don’t remember,” you admit, your voice barely audible.

Nanami’s sigh is heavy with frustration and concern. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, his tone softer now. “Why are you doing this to yourself?”

Tears well up in your eyes, and you bite your lip, trying to hold them back. “I… I’ve been struggling,” you confess. “With food. It’s hard to explain. I just… I can’t bring myself to eat sometimes. It’s like… this fear, this anxiety, it takes over and I can’t…”

Nanami pulls you into a gentle embrace, his arms strong and reassuring around you. “You don’t have to explain everything right now,” he murmurs. “But you need to know that I’m here for you. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

You nod against his chest, the tears spilling over now. It feels like a weight has been lifted, just admitting the truth. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I didn’t want to worry you.”

“I’m always going to worry about you,” he replies, brushing a tear from your cheek. “Because I care about you. We’ll get through this together, alright? But you have to let me help you.”

You take a deep breath, nodding again. “Okay,” you say softly. “I’ll try.”

Nanami smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “That’s all I ask,” he says. “One step at a time.”

You lean into his embrace, feeling a glimmer of hope. It’s not going to be easy, but with Nanami by your side, you know you can face whatever comes next.

You wake up feeling a familiar tightness in your chest, the kind that has been gnawing at you for days now. It's the hunger, or rather, the lack of desire to eat. You drag yourself out of bed, your limbs feeling heavier than usual, and head towards the kitchen where Choso is already busying himself with breakfast.

He looks up and smiles when he sees you, his dark eyes warm with affection. "Morning," he says, flipping a pancake with practiced ease. "I made your favorite."

You force a smile and mumble a greeting, avoiding his gaze. The smell of food wafts through the air, and instead of making you hungry, it churns your stomach with anxiety. You know you should eat, but the thought of putting anything in your mouth makes you feel nauseous.

Choso sets a plate in front of you, pancakes stacked high, syrup glistening. "Eat up," he says cheerfully, sitting across from you with his own plate. You pick up your fork, but the sight of the food blurs as your vision starts to tunnel. Your head feels light, and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

"Are you okay?" Choso's voice sounds distant, concerned.

You nod, but it's a lie, and before you can stop it, everything goes black.

When you come to, you're on the floor with Choso's worried face hovering above you. "Hey, hey, stay with me," he says, his voice gentle but firm. "You fainted."

You blink, trying to make sense of what happened. The memory rushes back, and shame floods your system. You struggle to sit up, but Choso's hands on your shoulders keep you steady.

"Easy," he says. "Take it slow."

"I'm sorry," you whisper, feeling tears prick at your eyes.

"Don't apologize," he replies, helping you sit up and then moving to sit beside you on the floor. "But we need to talk about this."

You nod, swallowing hard. "I know."

Choso sighs, his hand reaching out to take yours. "You've been skipping meals, haven't you?"

You don't trust your voice, so you just nod again.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks, his tone gentle but with an edge of frustration. "I could have helped."

"I didn't want to bother you," you admit, looking down at your intertwined hands. "I thought I could handle it on my own."

"You don't have to handle everything alone," he says, squeezing your hand. "Especially not something like this. I love you, and that means I want to help you, even with the hard stuff."

You take a deep breath, the words you've been avoiding finally coming to the surface. "I’ve been struggling with food for a while now. Eating feels like a chore, and sometimes I just… can't."

Choso's eyes soften, and he shifts closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Thank you for telling me," he says quietly. "But we need to make sure you're getting the nutrition you need. Fainting isn't something we can ignore."

"I know," you say, leaning into his embrace. "I want to get better. I just don't know how."

"We'll figure it out together," he promises. "Maybe we can see a nutritionist or a therapist, someone who specializes in this. But for now, let's start small. Can you try to eat something? Just a little?"

You nod, feeling a flicker of hope. "Okay. I'll try."

Choso smiles and helps you to your feet, leading you back to the table. The pancakes are still there, a little cold but still inviting. He cuts a small piece and hands you the fork. You take it, feeling a bit more steady with him by your side.

As you take your first bite, Choso watches you with a mix of concern and pride. "We'll take it one step at a time," he says. "I'm here with you, always."

You nod, chewing slowly, and for the first time in a long time, you feel like maybe, just maybe, things will get better. With Choso by your side, you know you won't have to face this struggle alone.

The room spins as you clutch the edge of the counter, your vision blurring and darkening at the edges. Your head feels light, and your stomach clenches painfully, reminding you of the meals you’ve skipped over the past few days. Sukuna's voice is distant, an echo in the back of your mind, as you try to focus on his face, but your body betrays you. The last thing you see before everything goes black is his eyes widening in surprise.

When you come to, you’re on the couch, a cool cloth on your forehead and Sukuna’s face hovering above you, etched with uncharacteristic concern. His crimson eyes narrow as he sees you stir.

“You fainted,” he says flatly, though you detect a hint of worry beneath his usual gruffness. “What the hell happened?”

You try to sit up, but Sukuna’s large hand gently presses you back down. “Take it easy,” he commands. “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on.”

You close your eyes, a wave of shame washing over you. You’ve been struggling with food, your relationship with it complicated and fraught with anxiety. But admitting this to Sukuna, of all people, feels impossible. You don’t want him to see you as weak.

“I… I haven’t been eating much,” you finally whisper, your voice barely audible. “It’s been hard.”

He’s silent for a moment, and you dare to open your eyes, expecting to see disappointment or anger. Instead, his expression is unreadable, a mix of frustration and something softer that you can’t quite name.

“Why?” His tone is demanding, but there’s a gentleness there too, hidden beneath the surface. “Why aren’t you eating?”

“It’s complicated,” you say, turning your face away. “I just… I can’t. Sometimes, it feels easier not to eat at all.”

Sukuna’s fingers tighten around yours, not painfully, but with a firmness that grounds you. “You need to eat,” he states, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. “Your body needs food. You can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

You know he’s right, but the fear and anxiety that grip you make it hard to accept his words. “It’s not that simple,” you protest weakly. “It’s a struggle every day. I don’t expect you to understand.”

“Try me,” he says, his voice softer now, almost gentle. “I might surprise you.”

You take a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “It’s like… there’s this voice in my head, telling me I’m not good enough, that I don’t deserve to eat. And when I do eat, I feel guilty. It’s a vicious cycle.”

Sukuna’s eyes darken with a mix of anger and sadness. “Whoever put those thoughts in your head is an idiot,” he says bluntly. “You’re more than good enough. And you deserve to take care of yourself.”

He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you in an awkward but comforting embrace. “You don’t have to do this alone,” he murmurs. “I’m here. We’ll figure it out together.”

You feel a tear slip down your cheek, and for once, you don’t try to hide it. Sukuna’s words, rough around the edges but sincere, start to chip away at the walls you’ve built around yourself. Maybe, just maybe, with him by your side, you can find a way to heal.

“Thank you,” you whisper, your voice breaking. “For being here.”

“Always,” he replies, and you know he means it. In his own way, Sukuna is offering you a lifeline, and for the first time in a long while, you feel a glimmer of hope.

You find yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, your vision swimming slightly. The room around you feels oddly tilted, and you blink rapidly, trying to clear the haze. Toji notices something is off immediately. His sharp eyes, always so perceptive, narrow with concern.

"Hey," he says softly, crossing the room in a few long strides. "You alright?"

You force a smile, nodding even though your head feels like it's filled with cotton. "Yeah, just... a bit dizzy, that's all."

He kneels in front of you, his large hands cupping your face gently. The warmth of his touch is reassuring, but it also makes you acutely aware of how cold and clammy your own skin feels. "When was the last time you ate?" His voice is firm, but there's a layer of worry that he can't quite hide.

You avoid his gaze, your eyes drifting to the floor. "I... I don't remember," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Toji's frown deepens. He stands up abruptly, heading towards the kitchen. "Stay here," he orders, though there's no real harshness in his tone. You hear him rummaging through the cupboards, the clatter of dishes and the sound of running water.

You try to stand up, but the world spins violently and your knees buckle. Darkness creeps in at the edges of your vision, and you barely register the sensation of falling before everything goes black.

When you come to, you're lying on the couch, a damp cloth on your forehead and Toji sitting beside you, his expression a mix of anger and fear. "What the hell were you thinking?" he growls, though his hands are gentle as they brush a strand of hair from your face.

"I'm sorry," you mumble, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. "I didn't mean to..."

"Didn't mean to what?" he interrupts, his voice rising. "Didn't mean to scare the hell out of me? Didn't mean to starve yourself until you passed out?" He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "You need to eat, okay? You can't keep doing this."

You nod, feeling a lump form in your throat. "I know. It's just... hard."

Toji's expression softens. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I get that," he says quietly. "But you have to try. For me. For yourself."

He reaches over to the coffee table, grabbing a bowl of soup he must have prepared while you were unconscious. "Here," he says, handing it to you. "Start with this."

Your hands tremble slightly as you take the bowl. Toji watches you, his gaze intense but filled with a deep, unwavering concern. "You're not alone in this," he reminds you. "I'm here. We'll get through it together."

You take a tentative sip of the soup, the warmth spreading through your body. It's comforting, not just the food, but his presence, his support. You meet his eyes, seeing the determination there, and it gives you strength.

"Thank you," you whisper, your voice breaking.

Toji shakes his head. "Don't thank me," he says firmly. "Just promise me you'll try. Promise me you'll let me help."

You nod again, this time with more conviction. "I promise."

He smiles, a rare, genuine smile that lights up his face. "Good," he says, wrapping an arm around you. "We'll take it one step at a time. Together."

You lean into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart, and for the first time in a long time, you feel a flicker of hope. With Toji by your side, you know you can face this battle. One day, one meal at a time.

The room spins as you struggle to focus on Megumi's voice. He's talking about something—you're not quite sure what—his words blending into a distant hum. You nod, hoping it's the right response. Your stomach twists uncomfortably, not out of hunger but from the anxiety that has been gnawing at you for days. You haven't eaten much; the thought of food makes your throat tighten.

Megumi glances at you, his expression softening with concern. "Are you okay? You look a little pale."

"I'm fine," you manage to say, but the words feel heavy, forced.

The next moment, the world tilts, and you feel yourself falling. Megumi's eyes widen, and he lunges forward to catch you just as darkness overtakes your vision.

When you come to, you're lying on the couch, a cool cloth on your forehead. Megumi is sitting beside you, his brows furrowed in worry. His hand is warm against yours, grounding you in reality.

"Hey," he says softly, "take it easy."

You blink, trying to shake off the fog in your mind. "What happened?"

"You fainted," he replies, his tone gentle but firm. "I think you haven't been eating enough."

Your heart sinks. You've been careful, trying to hide your struggles, but it seems you weren't as successful as you'd hoped. You look away, unable to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry."

Megumi squeezes your hand, his grip reassuring. "You don't have to apologize. I'm just worried about you."

You take a deep breath, the weight of his concern pressing down on you. "It's just... hard sometimes. Eating, I mean. It feels like... like too much."

He nods slowly, his gaze never leaving your face. "I get that. Everyone has their battles. But you don't have to go through this alone."

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "I didn't want to burden you."

"You're not a burden," he says firmly. "I care about you. If something's wrong, I want to help."

You swallow hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to speak. "It's been tough lately. I don't know why, but the thought of eating just makes me anxious."

Megumi's expression softens even more. "It's okay to feel like that. But we need to find a way to get through this together. Have you talked to anyone about it?"

You shake your head, a fresh wave of shame washing over you. "No. I was too scared."

"Then let's start now," he suggests. "We can look for a therapist, someone who can help. And in the meantime, I'll be here for you. We can figure out small steps to make it easier."

His words offer a glimmer of hope, a promise that you're not alone in this fight. You nod, feeling a bit more grounded, a bit more hopeful. "Okay. That sounds good."

Megumi smiles, a rare sight that warms your heart. "We'll take it one day at a time. And remember, you can always talk to me. No matter what."

You squeeze his hand back, grateful for his support. "Thank you, Megumi. Really."

He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "We'll get through this. Together."

As you lie back, his hand still holding yours, you feel a sense of relief. It's not going to be easy, but with Megumi by your side, you're ready to face the challenges ahead.

You’re walking beside Yuji, your boyfriend, through the bustling streets of Tokyo. The sun is high, casting a warm glow over the city, but you feel cold and lightheaded. It's been days since you've had a proper meal, your struggle with food overshadowing even the most basic of needs. Yuji, ever cheerful and kind, chatters about his day, but his voice seems distant, like it's coming from underwater.

You try to focus on his words, on the excitement in his voice, but your vision blurs. You tell yourself you’re fine, that you just need to push through it. But your body disagrees. Suddenly, the ground seems to rise up to meet you, and darkness swallows you whole.

When you come to, you’re lying on a bench, Yuji’s concerned face hovering above yours. His usually bright eyes are clouded with worry. "Hey, hey! Are you okay?" His voice is frantic, a stark contrast to his usual calm demeanor. You can see the panic etched in every line of his face, and it breaks your heart.

“I… I think so,” you manage to croak out, though you don’t feel okay at all. Your limbs are weak, and your head feels like it's stuffed with cotton. Yuji helps you sit up, his hand steady on your back.

“What happened? You just collapsed,” he says, his voice softer now but still edged with concern.

You hesitate, looking down at your hands. How do you explain this? The guilt, the shame, the constant battle with your own body? “I… I haven’t been eating much lately,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Yuji’s eyes widen in shock. “Why? Why haven’t you been eating?” His tone is gentle, but you can hear the underlying worry.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “It’s… it’s hard to explain. I’ve been struggling with food for a while. Sometimes it just feels easier to not eat at all.”

Yuji is silent for a moment, processing your words. Then, he reaches out, taking your hand in his. “I’m so sorry you’re going through this,” he says softly. “But you don’t have to do it alone. I’m here for you.”

His words are like a balm to your aching heart. You’ve been carrying this burden alone for so long, it almost feels strange to have someone else share it. “I didn’t want to worry you,” you confess, tears welling up in your eyes.

Yuji shakes his head, squeezing your hand gently. “You don’t have to protect me from this. I want to help you, but I need you to let me in. We’ll figure this out together, okay?”

You nod, the tears spilling over. “Okay,” you whisper. “Thank you, Yuji.”

He smiles, that bright, reassuring smile that you love so much. “Let’s go get something to eat, then. Just a little, if that’s all you can manage. We’ll take it one step at a time.”

You nod again, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. With Yuji by your side, the battle doesn’t seem so daunting. Together, you can face this. Together, you can find a way through.

As you walk towards a nearby café, Yuji keeps a protective arm around you. It’s a small gesture, but it makes you feel safe, grounded. You know this is just the beginning, that there will be many more challenges ahead. But for the first time in a long while, you feel hopeful. With Yuji beside you, anything feels possible.

The day begins with a subtle sense of unease that you can't quite shake off. Yuta notices, of course—he always does. His concern is evident in the way he hovers around you, a gentle presence that never feels overbearing but always attentive. You've been struggling with food for a while now, and although you try to keep it hidden, Yuta's perceptive nature makes it impossible to completely disguise the toll it's taking on you.

By midday, the dizziness starts to creep in. You ignore it, pushing through the fog in your mind and the weakness in your limbs. Yuta suggests lunch, his voice hopeful and encouraging, but you shake your head, offering a weak smile. "I'm not really hungry," you lie, trying to convince both him and yourself. He doesn't push, respecting your boundaries, yet his eyes betray his worry.

Afternoon comes, and the world starts to blur at the edges. You're sitting on the couch, trying to focus on a book, but the words swim on the page. Yuta is nearby, engrossed in some task, but you can feel his occasional glances, each one a silent check-in. You stand up, intending to get a glass of water, but the room tilts violently. Your vision darkens, and before you can call out, your knees buckle.

The next thing you know, you're lying on the floor, Yuta's frantic voice calling your name. His hands are gentle but firm as he helps you sit up, his face pale with fear. "Hey, hey, look at me," he says, his voice steady despite the panic in his eyes. "Are you okay? What happened?"

You blink, trying to clear the haze from your mind. "I... I don't know," you stammer, though you both know it's not entirely true. The truth is, you've been skipping meals, pushing yourself too hard, and now your body is paying the price.

Yuta's expression softens, a mix of relief and concern. He helps you to the couch, making sure you're comfortable before he speaks again. "You haven't been eating," he says quietly, not an accusation but a simple, painful truth. "I can tell. And now this... It's serious."

Tears prick at your eyes, shame and guilt welling up. "I'm sorry," you whisper, unable to meet his gaze. "I just... It's hard. I don't want to worry you, but—"

"But I am worried," Yuta interrupts gently. He takes your hand, his grip warm and reassuring. "I love you, and I hate seeing you hurt yourself like this. You don't have to go through this alone."

His words break through the wall you've built around yourself, and the tears start to fall. Yuta pulls you into a hug, holding you tightly as you sob into his shoulder. "It's okay," he murmurs, his voice soothing. "We'll figure this out together. We'll get through it."

You nod, the weight of his words a small comfort amidst the storm of your emotions. It's not going to be easy, and you know the road ahead is long and filled with challenges. But with Yuta by your side, his unwavering support and love, you start to believe that maybe, just maybe, you can overcome this.

As you sit there, wrapped in his embrace, you feel a flicker of hope. It's fragile, like a candle in the wind, but it's there. And for now, that's enough.

You're walking down the busy street with Toge Inumaki, your boyfriend, as the sun begins to set. The air is filled with the sounds of chatter and the distant hum of traffic. Toge is by your side, his presence a comforting constant. His unique way of speaking in rice ball ingredients has always been something you've found endearing, a quirk that makes him special.

But today, something feels different. You haven't eaten properly in days, struggling with your relationship with food. The world around you starts to blur, and you feel a wave of dizziness wash over you. You try to steady yourself, but your vision goes black, and you collapse.

When you come to, you're lying on the pavement, Toge's worried face hovering above you. His usually calm eyes are filled with concern, and he's holding your hand tightly.

"Salmon," he says, his voice shaky.

You try to sit up, but he gently pushes you back down. "Tuna mayo," he continues, his words conveying a depth of worry.

"I'm okay," you manage to croak out, but the weakness in your voice betrays you. The truth is, you're not okay. You haven't been for a while now.

Toge helps you sit up slowly, his arm supporting your back. "Kelp," he says softly, pointing to a nearby bench. You nod, and he helps you over to it. You sit down, feeling the world still spinning slightly.

He sits next to you, his hand never leaving yours. The silence between you is heavy, filled with unspoken words. You know you need to explain, but you're not sure where to start.

"Toge, I... I haven't been eating," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. His grip on your hand tightens, and you see the pain in his eyes.

"Mustard leaf?" he asks, his tone a mix of confusion and concern.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "I've been struggling with food. It's been hard for me to eat. I didn't want to worry you."

He looks at you, his expression softening but still filled with worry. "Salmon," he says, a hint of frustration in his voice. He cups your face with his hand, his thumb gently brushing your cheek.

"I know," you whisper, tears starting to well up in your eyes. "I'm sorry, Toge. I didn't mean for it to get this bad."

"Tuna," he says, shaking his head. He pulls you into a hug, his embrace warm and reassuring. You cling to him, feeling the weight of your struggles lifting just a bit.

After a few moments, he pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes. "Bonito flakes?" he asks, his tone gentle but firm.

You nod, understanding what he's asking. "I need help. I know that now. I can't do this alone."

He smiles, a small but genuine smile that reaches his eyes. "Kombu," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. It's his way of telling you that he's here for you, that he'll support you through this.

You lean into him, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. It's going to be a long journey, but with Toge by your side, you feel a glimmer of hope. You know that you're not alone, and that makes all the difference.

As you sit together on the bench, the world around you starts to feel a little less overwhelming. Toge's presence is a reminder that you have someone who cares deeply for you, someone who will help you find your way back to a healthier place. And for the first time in a long while, you believe that you can do it.

Extra Addition: Nobara Kugisaki

The world around you starts to blur as you sway on your feet, a wave of dizziness crashing over you. Your stomach has been a hollow pit for hours, gnawing at you with a persistent ache you’ve grown accustomed to ignoring. You’ve managed to keep your struggles with food hidden from Nobara, convincing yourself that you can handle it. But now, as you stand in the middle of her living room, the edges of your vision darken, and you know you’re about to faint.

“Hey, are you okay?” Nobara’s voice cuts through the haze, sharp with concern. You try to respond, but your knees buckle, and the floor rushes up to meet you.

The next thing you know, you’re lying on the couch, Nobara’s frantic face hovering above you. Her hands are trembling as she pats your cheeks, her eyes wide with panic.

“Wake up! Come on, open your eyes!” she demands, her voice shaking. “What the hell happened?”

You blink up at her, the room slowly coming back into focus. “I’m... I’m okay,” you croak, though your voice is weak and unconvincing.

“Okay? You call that okay? You just collapsed!” Nobara’s face is a mix of anger and worry, her usual confident demeanor replaced by raw fear. “You scared the hell out of me!”

You try to sit up, but Nobara gently pushes you back down. “No, stay there. You’re not moving until you tell me what’s going on.”

There’s no escaping it now. You take a deep breath, your throat tight. “I haven’t been eating much lately,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been... struggling with food.”

Nobara’s eyes widen even more, if that’s possible. “What? Why didn’t you tell me?” Her voice is high-pitched, almost shrill with worry. “I could have helped! We could have figured something out together!”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you mumble, feeling the weight of your secret lifting but replaced by a different kind of heaviness — guilt.

“Bother me? Are you kidding?” Nobara’s hands are still trembling as she cups your face, her eyes searching yours. “You’re not a bother. You’re my partner. We’re supposed to look out for each other.”

You see tears welling up in her eyes, and it breaks your heart. Nobara, who always seems so strong and unshakable, is crumbling in front of you. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, reaching up to wipe away a tear that escapes down her cheek.

She sniffles, trying to compose herself. “Don’t be sorry. Just... don’t hide things from me, okay? We’re a team.” Her voice is softer now, the panic giving way to determination. “We’ll figure this out together.”

You nod, feeling a strange mix of relief and shame. “Okay. Together.”

Nobara takes a deep breath, visibly trying to calm herself. “First things first. You need to eat. I’m making you something, and you’re going to eat it, even if I have to feed you myself.”

You can’t help but smile at her intensity. “Yes, ma’am.”

She gives you a shaky smile in return, brushing her fingers through your hair. “And we’re going to talk about this, really talk about it. We’ll get you whatever help you need. But you’re not going through this alone, got it?”

“Got it,” you reply, feeling a warmth spread through you that has nothing to do with the blanket she tucks around you.

Nobara stands up, a new determination in her step as she heads to the kitchen. “Just stay there and rest. I’ll be right back.”

As you lie there, waiting for her to return, you feel a sense of hope you haven’t felt in a long time. Nobara’s reaction, her over-the-top panic and fierce protectiveness, shows just how much she cares. And for the first time, you believe that maybe, just maybe, you can overcome this with her by your side.

[pepsiboyy]

IGNITED.

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: where you and your best friend, chris, decide to relax for the night. warnings: smoking weed, cursing, kissingg a/n: hiii i hope this is ok to keep yall FED i feel like i fell off the face of the planet but im here i promise!! very short but i hope its fun<3 love u guys

chris's tongue poked out from between his lips as he focused on rolling the joint in front of you both.

"chris, that looks like shit," you joked, a breathy chuckle escaping your lips as you did so.

chris shot you a smiling glare as he set it down. "fuck you, you'll still smoke it." he retorted, to which you had no response.

you both were sitting on the porch outside of the triplets' la home, the moonlight particularly bright tonight as you sat and conversed about various topics.

it all started with you talking about life. chris would tune in with some random bullshit he learned on tiktok, and it went back to serious mode. the conversation turned into one relating to relationships and love. something chris wasn't particularly fond of.

"i don't know, it's just weird. like i find it hard to even say i love you to people that i know i love. it's just hard."

you nodded softly. "it's hard throwing such an important word around with such heavy meaning that people think they can lift with no problems."

chris snapped his fingers as if you had just hit the jackpot. "exactly that," he pointed at you and smiled. "that's it. and probably just commitment too. taking the next step into something so much bigger than it needs to be." he muttered the last part.

"rock paper scissors for who hits this first?" chris smiled as he held out a hand, and you quickly did the same.

rock,

paper,

scissors,

shoot.

with your scissors sprawled out on your palm, chris gave you and his rock a defeated look before shrugging it off.

"okay, here." he gently placed the joint between your lips, smiling warmly at you as you took it.

"lighter," you stated, although muffled as you had the joint literally in your mouth.

chris gasped, as if he had forgotten, before going into his pocket and grabbing it. you reached for it, but failed as chris smacked your hand away and leaned forward himself, lighting the joint with a warm smile.

your eyes closed as you took in a deep breath, pulling the paper from your lips and exhaling softly. with the joint between your fingers, you passed it to chris with a soft smile. chris watched you for a few seconds before taking it into his own hands and taking a breath as well.

you both exchanged the joint a few more times before cleared his throat and spoke up.

"dude, i don't know if this is like.. stupid," he stated first and foremost, making you chuckle at him.

"chris, most the shit you say is. get on with it."

chris's jaw dropped dramatically before he giggled. "i don't know, man, i was just thinkin' like... you know all the stuff we said before about like takin' the next step," he mumbled a bit, and you watched him. chris turned to you again, smiling like a dork. "maybe we should?" he stated.

your eyes widened as your cheeks reddened. "chris-"

"but like... i know you're gonna say, 'no chris you're just high right now' but like i'm really not.." he rambled, making you chuckle.

"you're not right now?"

"not in the slightest," he defended matter-of-factly, his eyes tinged with a shade of pink as his eyelids struggled to open fully.

"chris, i.." you trailed off, your mind hazy from the drugs. you knew you felt the same, but you didn't want to ruin this moment.

"we don't have to talk about it now," chris stated quickly, or as quickly as he could, before he smiled goofily at you again. "but.. yunno.." he trailed off.

"no, chris, i don't know." you chuckled.

you hadn't even realized how close you two had been sitting, your faces inches apart, until chris had glanced down at your lips.

your cheeks reddened. you wanted this bad, and you felt like chris did. but your biggest fear was waking up in the morning to a regretful chris and a terrible rest of your day.

but all of your doubts left as you felt chris finally press his lips to yours. everything felt hazy, but it felt so right. the slight taste of the weed against his lips only made it feel more surreal, and the joint between your fingers had been long forgotten now.

chris pulled away after a few moments, his blue, lidded eyes fixated on yours before he noticed the joint between your fingers slipping. he quickly took it from you and smiled.

"there's some juice left in here," he smiled.

you looked at him and blinked a few times. "you can have it," you chuckled. "i'm starting to get a bit sleepy."

chris hummed in thought before he took in a soft breath from the joint. his hand moved to your jaw, where he gave you a light squeeze to open your mouth.

with your faces now inches apart, he leaned forward and blew the smoke into your mouth, his hand now gently grazing your jaw as he did so.

you had no idea what feeling you just felt in your stomach but you felt like you needed to go to the fucking hospital.

you breathed in the smoke he provided, smiling softly as you blew it out away from the two of you before planting one last kiss to his lips.

"let's go lay down in my room, yeah?" chris shot you a soft smile as he gently took your hand and intertwined your fingers.

and for the rest of the night, the two of you rested between one another's arms, knowing that neither of you would have any doubts in the morning to come.

[owliellder]

circling back to this finally!

i'm so sorry i wasn't able to do this sooner. i was gonna write it out yesterday but i was busy surviving a tummy ache on top of a 60 hour work week.

i tried to make this super duper sweet for you. forgive me, my sweet anon 💔

ID! Leon x Pregnant! Reader

MDNI 18+

Pregnancy was more than difficult.

Day in and out you hoped your pregnancy would be easy like your friends' had been, but of course you can't always get what you want.

Dealing with everything you didn't want to happen was more than frustrating, and for the first seven months, Leon was constantly being pulled away from you to work.

However, that man was incredibly helpful when he was home, doting on you as if you'd break at the slightest breeze. The most amazing person you could ever ask for.

Swollen ankles, strong food cravings, intense mood swings, horrible morning sickness which is not limited to just the morning, and the overall struggle to perform basic tasks was hard to handle, physically and emotionally. Everything would be so much better if you just had more of Leon.

Closing in on the eight-month mark, he was finally able to take leave, those months of stressing his need to be at home with you ultimately paying off in the end.

From there, you were taken care of. Everything you asked for, you got. You wanted a large pizza at three in the morning? No problem. Need help getting your socks on in the morning? You don't even need to ask. Can you get a back massage? Is that even a question?

You were never afraid to ask Leon for anything, expect for one thing. The need for this specific thing had been growing throughout your pregnancy and you weren't really expecting it to, hoping it would simply come and go. That thing that you were dreading bringing up to him was sex.

Understandably, it was a hard topic to approach, seeing as the man would treat you like expensive china. And no matter how many times he told you, that nagging voice in the back of your head was constantly whispering negative insults about yourself; you're overweight, you're too needy, you complain too much, etc.

Thinking about asking would always lead to you crying and that freaked Leon out, immediately rushing to make sure you were okay. That really only made you cry more. He was so unbelievably sweet and kind, how could you think so low of him to say no to such a simple request like sex?

You always refused to tell him why you were crying, brushing it off as hormones or maybe you just saw a video of the cutest kitten being rescued. You'd cried over similar things, so it was easy to excuse.

Though you'd been able to ignore the urge for quite some time, you couldn't ignore it forever.

The baby had you up at odd hours of the night to waddle into the bathroom, waking Leon in the process since the guy is the lightest sleeper ever. It never failed to make you cry, apologizing for waking him, to which he would just gently shush you while helping you to and from the toilet.

After one such bathroom trip, you couldn't fall back asleep, doing your best to ignore that feeling breaking away at your composure.

"Leon? Are you still awake?" You suddenly whispered, looking away from your phone to study him for any sort of movement.

"Mm.. mhm.." He breathed in through his nose as he rolled onto his side to face you, eyes squinting from the glow of your phone. "What's up baby?"

All you could do was stare, silently working up the courage to ask. Your need was too hard to ignore now, and that deep, sleepy voice of his wasn't helping. "I-... can I ask you for something?"

Leon nodded and slowly lifted himself up, resting his head in his hand as he propped himself up with his elbow. "You don't need to ask, just let me know what you need and I'll do it. Or get it."

"You have to promise me you won't laugh, okay?" You placed your phone down on your stomach, screen side down.

Leon pursed his lips, raising an eyebrow. "I promise."

"Is it-.." You paused, running one of your hands over the top of the other nervously. You didn't really think this far ahead, so forming the question was proving difficult. "Uh.. would it be weird if I asked for sex right now..?"

His soft laugh broke the silence and that only made you even more nervous. "You said you wouldn't laugh!"

"I know, I know! I'm sorry, I just think you're funny." Leon lifted himself up so he was now sitting up next to you, scooting closer in the process. "It's not weird to ask." His voice remained low and smooth, which did help calm your nerves. If only a little.

"Are you sure it's not weird? Cause I've been having urges for months and-" You were cut off by his hand suddenly grabbing yours, stopping you from fidgeting. "You've been having urges for months? And you didn't tell me?"

The question itself was definitely not meant to come off as mean, but regardless it was bringing you close to tears, bottom lip quivering as you tried to apologize once more.

"No- hey, hey c'mon.. I would never say no to you, sweetheart." He brought his hand up to stroke you cheek, wiping a stray tear away with his thumb.

"But-" You tried again only to be cut off again. "No buts. You're perfect, I love you, and I want you." He leaned over and kissed the tip of your nose before planting a tender kiss to your lips.

You gave Leon a weak smile before you let him take off your nightgown and lay you down, lifting up a bit so he could slip his pillow underneath you to cradle the small of your back. He triple checked that you were comfortable, running his hands along the swell of your belly.

Such tender touches, such sweet kisses. This man provided you with everything you could possibly want, how did you end up so lucky?

Your underwear hasn't fit you since month six and maternity underwear felt a little constricting, so you've been going without them for awhile. Leon definitely didn't mind that.

"Wanting sex for months and never asked..." He shook his head with another soft laugh, dragging his rough hands up your body to massage your swollen breasts which made you gasp. "I'll never be able to resist you."

He squeezed your breasts and pinched your nipples, letting out sounds akin to growls as he watched your milk-filled breasts leak at his ministrations. "Been wanting to play with these since you bought those pumps. Making me jealous of them."

His gravely voice was hitting all the right spots in your brain. "Leon.. please.." You whined, biting at your bottom lip in a poor attempt to hide your increased sensitivity.

"So pretty for me. Always so beautiful." He bent over you, careful of your stomach, to bring one of your nipples into his mouth. The vibration of his moan made you cry out, hands flying into his hair. He sucked and swirled his tongue around it, eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated.

Leon pulled off with a loud pop, swallowing with a sigh before moving over to your other nipple, repeating the process over. By the time he was done taking his fill of your milk, you were a crying, drooling mess. You gave up hiding your pitiful noises as soon as you started trying.

"Tastes so good.." Leon groaned, giving both of your nipples one last harsh suck before kissing his way down your stomach to your dripping pussy.

For a brief moment you were embarrassed at the fact that you hadn't shaved, you hadn't been able to since your stomach masked the view that you needed. Yet, he said nothing but the sweetest things as he stroked through your folds with his finger, bringing it into his mouth before quickly descending between your legs.

He groaned into your cunt, lapping at your entrance and clit like it was the last thing he'd ever do. You were soaked, he couldn't just pass up getting a good taste of you.

"Fuck! Leon- ah~!" You moaned as he sucked on your clit, making sure he paid extra attention to it. He sat back on his legs with a content sigh, giving your pussy a few extra rubs with his fingers before sinking the entirety of his middle finger into you. Before you knew it, he was stretching you with two. "Couldn't fuck you without giving this neglected pussy a little extra attention.."

He was so skillful with his fingers, stretching you out like it was an art, but you were desperate to have him deep in you, aching to your core. "N-no more-.. gah.. I need more.. please Leon..."

"Yeah? You need more?" Leon cooed, thrusting his fingers in you a few more times before slowly pulling them out. "Need my cock deep in that cunt?" Feeling him grind his dick against your slick folds was torture. He knew just how badly you needed it and he *still* decided to tease you.

"Yes! Please! God, please.." Your moan fell to a whimper as he carefully pushed the tip of his dick into you, pausing for a moment to rub the tops of your thighs as they trembled with your orgasm. "Poor thing, just feels that good huh?"

One of Leon's hands on your face brought you to open your eyes again. You didn't even realize you started crying until he wiped them from your temple. You could only nod, leaning your head against his hand as he sunk deeper into you.

Once he was flush against you, you both let out a sigh, sitting still so he could caress your body. His hands felt so good against your hot skin, eyes falling back closed as he massaged your breasts for a minute.

It wasn't long before he started to thrust into you, his slow place quickly frustrating you. "Faster, Leon- ngh~.. I-.. I'm not gonna break I promise!" You whined, panting in between words.

"You're perfect." Leon wasn't going to pass up a request like that, immediately beginning to pound your sloppy cunt once his hands settled on the barely visible divots from your hips. "Feel so good around me, baby~..."

You were incredibly sensitive from already having came once and his brutal pace was bringing you close to another. He knew just what angle to hit at and just what to say to get you right back to that edge.

You felt amazing with Leon taking care of you like this. Even as your body changed, he still made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

"That's it, ohhh, there ya go baby~.. Fuck that's hot.." Leon grunted as you came again, your walls clamping around him. He leaned back a bit to watch his cock disappear into your cunt as he neared his own high. "Gonna cum baby, shit, I'm gonna cum-" He spilled his seed deep inside you with a long, drawn out moan, gripping onto you tightly as his thrusts slowed to a stop.

After catching his breath, he let out an airy laugh, bending over to kiss right above your belly button before pulling out of you.

"I promised I would take care of you, didn't I?" He whispered against your skin, and you nodded with a small hum. "Right. So the next time you want me to fuck you, please don't be afraid to jump my bones."

You couldn't help but let out a laugh of your own, placing your arm over your eyes. If you knew pregnancy sex would be this good, you would've asked him ages ago.

[mariclerc]

Hi sweetie I would like to ask for a second part of a slow pace maybe like the reader first time…would be so cool

If not is also okay 🤍

Oh god, thank you for this request!! Here we have part two 💗💗 Btw, I'm not very good at writing these kinds of topics but I'll make the effort.

A slow pace (pt.2) | cl16

Summary: Where you don't usually have much experience in the romantic aspect, but you have a boyfriend who is willing to go slow if you need to.

Warning: none just fluff. It's a long one, I hope you like it!!

Part 1.

The apartment is dimly lit, the only light coming from the city lights twinkling outside the window. You and Charles are curled up on the couch, a movie playing silently on the TV in the background. Although neither of you are paying attention to the movie, since your attention is merely on the two of you.

Charles has his arm draped around your shoulders, his fingers gently tracing circles on your arm. You lean into his touch, a shy smile playing on your lips. There's a comfortable silence between you two, but it's filled with unspoken tension.

“Charles, can I ask you something?” You ask him timidly.

“Anything, bellissima.” He smiles.

“It's just... I've never really been in a relationship before, you know that... And I know you have, obviously, I was wondering... what do we do now?” You say a little blushing.

Charles chuckles softly, understanding dawning in his eyes. He reaches up and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“There's no rulebook, amore. We just do what feels right... Now, tell me, what do you want to do?” He says gently.

You bite your lip, your cheeks flushing a deeper red. “I don't know. Maybe... get closer?” You whisper.

A playful glint lights up Charles' eyes. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “How much closer, principessa?” he teases you.

You shivers at his warm breath tickling your skin. You meets his gaze, a mixture of nervousness and desire swirling in your eyes. “I don't know Charlie, wherever you want it's okay.” You say shyly.

Charles smiles warmly, his heart melting at your vulnerability. He takes your hand in his, his touch sending shivers down your spine. “How about we start slow babe? Small steps, okay?” He says softly.

You nods, a small smile gracing your lips. Charles leans in again, this time placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. The kiss is chaste, but it sends a jolt of electricity through your body.

“Does that feel okay?”

You nod again, a blush creeping up your neck. Charles' smile widens, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Good, because I have a few more ideas of how we can get closer. But only if you're comfortable, cara mia.”

You take another deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. You look into his warm, inviting eyes and knows that you really trust him completely.

“Lead the way, mon amour.”

Charles' smile turns into a full-blown grin. He takes your hand tenderly, leading you towards the bedroom. The movie is forgotten, the city lights outside fade away. All that matters is the spark between the both of you, the promise of something new and exciting, and the feeling of being safe and loved in Charles' arms.

***

As you enter the bedroom, the soft light casting playful shadows on the walls. Charles closes the door gently, the click echoing in the quiet room.

He turns towards you, his eyes searching yours. He notices your slightly trembling breath and the way your eyes nervously dart around the room. He takes your hand once again, his touch reassuring.

“There's no pressure, cara mia. We can stop whenever you want, okay? Just say the word and I'll stop, okay?”

You nod, your voice barely above a whisper. “Okay.”

Charles smiles warmly, then reaches out to turn off the bedside lamp. The room plunges into darkness, except for the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the window. For a few moments, you just snuggled together as the tension of the moment slowly faded away, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms.

Charles starts gently stroking your hair, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He leans closer to you, whispering to you.

“Can I kiss you again?”

You hesitate for a moment, then you close your eyes and nod. Charles smiles and leans in, his lips meeting yours in a slow, tender kiss.

The kiss is different from the one before... It's deeper, more passionate, but it still feels soft, filled with unspoken emotions. You melt into his touch, your shyness fading away as you lose yourself in the moment.

You both pull away slowly, both breathless. Slowly you open your eyes and stare into his eyes, in which you can see that there is a little desire and at the same time tenderness and respect towards you.

“What now?” You say while your voice shakes a little.

Charles looks at you, his eyes filled with warmth. He gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering on your cheek.

“Whatever you want, amore. We can take it slow, or we can see where the night takes us. The choice is totally yours.”

“Then let's see where the night takes us.” You say with a little confidence.

Charles smiles, his eyes sparkling with joy. He leans in again, and this time, the kiss is filled with a promise of something more, something exciting, and something that you are going to discover together. The kiss lingers, heat building between them. As you both pull away, both are breathless, eyes locked. Charles traces a finger down your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

“Oh god, you're so so pretty... My pretty girl.” He said with a husky voice.

He leans in again, but this time, instead of kissing your lips, he kisses the sensitive skin behind your ear. The feeling sends a jolt of electricity through you and you let out a soft gasp.

“Charles...” You said with fluttering eyes.

“I want to feel you closer, amore. Is that okay?” He asked with his voice being barely a whisper.

You nod, your heart pounding against your chest. He gently pulls away the covers, revealing the soft glow of moonlight on your skin. He gently trace the outline of your shoulder with his fingers, sending goosebumps erupting in your wake.

“You're so beautiful, baby. So gorgeous.”

He leans in again, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He kisses the delicate curve of your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine. You close your eyes, surrendering to the feeling of his touch.

“Charles...” You say with a trembling voice.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours.

“Tell me what you want, babe.” He says softly.

You hesitate a little, then you take a deep breath.

“I want to touch you too.” You say shyly.

A smile spreads across Charles' face. He reaches out and takes your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. He guides your hand to his chest, where you can feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath his shirt.

“Can you feel that bella? It's all for you.”

You squeezes his hand, her own heart pounding in response. You slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing the sculpted muscles of his chest, with your hand you trace the lines with her fingertips, your touch sending shivers down his spine.

“You're incredible.” You say in a whisper.

Charles leans in and kisses you once again, this time with a newfound intensity. His hand trails down your back, and he reaches the hem of your shirt and gently pulls it up, revealing the smooth skin of your stomach.

“You are, bellissima... My own pretty angel.”

He kisses you again, his lips trailing down your neck and chest. You gasp, overwhelmed by the sensations he's giving to you. You reach out and tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.

“More... Please...” You plead.

Charles smiles, his eyes filled with desire. He knows that you're ready, and he wants to take things slow, savoring every moment with you. He continues to explore your body with his touch, his kisses leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

The air crackles with unspoken desire. Charles' lips graze the sensitive skin of your shoulder, eliciting a soft gasp. Your hands clench in his hair, grounding you in the moment.

“Tell me what you like, amore. Where do you want me to touch?” He murmurs.

You hesitate, cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. You've never been this close to anyone before, and the vulnerability feels both thrilling and intimidating.

“Everywhere babe... But... maybe my hands are shaking.” You say with your voice barely a whisper.

Charles chuckles softly, he takes your hand in his, his warm touch calming your racing pulse.

“It's okay, bellissima. We're learning together, It doesn't need to be perfect.” He says reassuringly.

His words ease her apprehension. She closes her eyes and focuses on the feeling of his fingers intertwined with hers.

He smiles, his eyes filled with warmth and adoration. He leans in and kisses her forehead, a gesture of pure affection.

“We can stop whenever you want if you need to, okay? This is about you, not me.”

You shake your head, a newfound determination in your eyes. “No babe... Let's keep exploring... Together.”

Charles smiles, his heart swelling with love and respect. He knows this is just the beginning of their journey, and he's excited to discover where it leads them. He leans in again, this time for a kiss filled with both passion and tenderness, a promise of more to come.

The room is a whirlwind of emotions, a tapestry woven with the threads of desire, anticipation, and a touch of nervous excitement. Charles' fingers trace a path across your skin, sending shivers down your spine like whispers in the night. Your breath hitches as his touch lingers on the sensitive curve of your neck, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

His lips, warm and inviting, brush against your earlobe, his voice a low murmur against your skin. “You're so breathtaking, mon bébé,” he whispers, his words laden with unspoken desires.

You lean in closer, your own breath catching in your throat. Your bodies are pressed together, heat radiating from each other like a furnace. The air crackles with unspoken tension, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

Your lips meet in a heated dance, a tangle of exploration and discovery. His touch ignites a fire within you, sending flames dancing across your soft skin. Your fingers, tentative at first, become bolder, tracing the contours of his muscles, memorizing the landscape of his desire.

You both move in unison, a symphony of unspoken language played out in touches and sighs. Clothes become mere obstacles, discarded like fallen leaves on a path towards intimacy. Your bodies meet, skin against skin, a searing connection that leaves them breathless.

The night unfolds in a blur of whispered promises, soft moans, stolen kisses, and gentle explorations. Together you push boundaries, discovering each other's desires with a mix of trepidation and exhilaration. Each touch, each caress, is a new chapter in your unfolding story, a language you are learning together as a team.

As dawn paints the sky with streaks of gold, you lie entwined, your bodies relaxed, hearts pounding in tandem. The air is thick with unspoken emotions, the echo of your shared passion lingering like a sweet perfume. Of course you haven't reached the end of your journey, but you've taken a significant step, a leap of faith into the unknown together.

[cookies-over-yonder]

two sides of the same coin

Adaine tries to relax her jaw. It doesn't work, and her ears are ringing, and fuck, her chest hurts so bad. "Adaine?" Riz. She tries to speak, but all that comes out is a sob.

for @kaseyskat

ao3

Adaine squeezes Boggy in her arms, feeling the tears slide down her face. She's curled up in a ball on her bed, and she can't breathe.

She's having a panic attack, and she knows it, but Jawbone isn't home. It's fine. She can handle it. That's what she told herself when she left movie night in the living room.

She tries to relax her jaw. It doesn't work, and her ears are ringing, and fuck, her chest hurts so bad.

"Adaine?"

Riz. She tries to speak, but all that comes out is a sob.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, can I touch you?" he asks, and his voice is quiet. Adaine doesn't think she's ever heard Riz sound so gentle.

She nods, and she feels a hand brushing her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear, and another hand holding hers.

"Can you look at me?"

She hadn't even realized her eyes were closed.

She opens them, and sees Riz starting back at her with wide and concerned eyes. "Hey, it's okay, I'm right here, you're safe, we're gonna do some deep breaths, okay? Can you follow along with me?"

She nods.

Riz takes in a deep, audible breath, and she follows along. And she lets it out, feeling more tears slide down her face. "So—sorr—"

"Stop that. Remember what Jawbone said? It's not your fault that your brain is giving you shit, so don't apologize."

Adaine whines despite herself, a childish whine that would get her trouble for were she still living with her parents.

But she doesn't get in trouble this time.

This time... she gets a hug.

"Just breathe, it's okay," Riz says softly, rubbing circles into her back, "I'm here for as long as you need."

Adaine breathes, and she buries her face in the crook of Riz's neck despite the height difference making it a bit of an awkward position.

She whines again, and it's an embarassing thing, but she can't help it. And Riz runs his hands through her hair, and she feels so small.

"You're safe, everything is okay, I promise," Riz says, "just keep breathing, you're doing so well."

Adaine keeps breathing, and she feels the post-panic attack fatigue hit harder than it has in a long time.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Riz asks after a moment, pulling away to look at her.

Adaine whines again, curling in on herself a little.

"It's okay if you can't talk, do you wanna go back to watching a movie with the others?"

She shakes her head.

"Okay, we can stay here," Riz says, brushing her hair out of her face again and planting a kiss on her forehead. She looks up in surprise, and he averts his gaze. "Um... my mom does that when I'm upset, I thought it might help."

Adaine nods, and she sees him let out a small sigh of relief.

"Are you feeling any better?" he asks, and she nods, and then she buries her head in the crook of his neck again. He wraps his arms around and holds her tighter. "We can just take a nap here if you want."

You sleep too, Adaine Messages him, and she hears him chuckle.

"I'm fine, you need rest," he says, and helps her shift into a lying down position, with Boggy between them. "Do you want me to stay here with you while you trance?"

She nods, squeezing Boggy and shifting so she's cuddled up against Riz.

He drapes an arm over her, pulling her closer.

"I love you, okay?" Riz says, wiping a falling tear off her cheek, and burying his face in her hair. "You don't have to be strong for everyone all the time. I'd rather help you than know you're struggling alone."

I could say the same for you, Adaine Messages him.

She feels Riz tense up a little. "That—that's not relevant right now."

Isn't it?

"You need your rest right now. That's a topic for another time."

Always avoidant.

"If I try to sleep too, will you get off my case?"

For now.

"Deal," Riz says, taking off his glasses and placing them on the bedside table before returning to cuddle with Adaine and closing his eyes.

And feeling a much more at ease, she closes her eyes too, focusing on Riz's protective embrace as she drifts off to trance.

[boytoyhalo]

Your Selkie au is super compelling! Plus you are a very good writer. A question, will you ever go into more detail about Pac's previous captive situation? I'm very interested in how you will adapt Fuga's lore into your au. ( Specially bc of Cell and Cellbit stuff)

I'M SO SO SO LATE BUT IM USING FITPAC WEEK DAY 3 (WHICH IM ALSO LATE FOR) AS AN EXCUSE TO FINALLY, FINALLYYYYY GET THIS POSTED THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT ANON AND EVERYONE ELSE WHO'S AN ENJOYER OF THIS AU I PROMISE IT ISN'T ABANDONED IVE JUST BEEN IN AN END OF YEAR SLUMP

selkie au snippet #4 (i think) || T || slash (ambiguous) || @fitpacweek day 3 (belated its actually day 4) AU day!!!

read the rest of my posts about this au here

"Can I ask you somethin' personal?"

Pac paused, hand suspended halfway towards the checkerboard that was currently serving as him and Fit's way of passing the long hours up in the lamp room of the lighthouse. He kept his eyes on the round piece he was holding as he deliberated on how to answer, sure that if he met Fit's gaze his face would give away his nervousness; "personal" could mean a wide range of topics, most of which would spell disaster for Pac and his poorly constructed web of secrets. He slowly placed the piece in it's spot on the board, fighting to keep his voice even as he responded.

"Mmm, you can ask, yeah. I might not answer, but you can ask." Fit hummed bemusedly, absently flipping his own game piece between his fingers and he contemplated his next move.

"What happened to your leg?" Pac's breath caught in his throat, and Fit rushed to continue, "It's ok if you don't wanna talk about it, I get it. I just- I mean, you've probably figured out how I lost my arm, right?" Pac looked up at the familiar, mechanical clacking of the veteran's stiff wooden fingers flexing in and out of their open position, eyes involuntarily darting to the gnarled pink scarring that crawled from under his collar and up to the side of his head. He quickly returned his gaze to the board, face reddening a little in shame. Thankfully though, Fit seemed far from offended. "Heh, it's okay, I know. It's pretty obvious. And besides, you're a smart man. I'd be surprised if you hadn't assumed correctly. Me though - I'm just brawn, I don't have a whole lotta brainpower up in this thing." He knocked his fake knuckles lightly against his temple, a light smile on his face. "So if you are okay with me knowing, you're gonna need to tell me."

A small, nervous laugh bubbled it's way out of Pac's chest, his face properly flushed now in a mix of embarassment and flattery. "Don't - don't say that about yourself Fit, you're smart! Smarter than me, probably-" He cleared his throat, redirecting his focus to the topic at hand (ha.) "I can tell you, I don't mind. It's just a, it's a tough topic, you know? I need to get my head in the right place." Fit nodded easily like he understood, which Pac supposed he did at least somewhat.

"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere." The selkie chuckled a bit, tracing the edges of the paneled glass walls that surrounded them as he considered the best way to talk around the subject; he knew, or at least had decided, that he owed it to Fit to give him some semblance of the truth. After all, they had been growing steadily closed for months now and yet Fit knew so little about his life. Which was out of necessity, or course, but his friend had been so kind and so patient with him, never demanding more information than he was given. Pac needed - no, he WANTED to let him in as much as he reasonably could. He deserved it.

"I..." He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, steeling himself to sort through the painful, tangled memories and hoping he would be able to hold himself together. He starts at the beginning, where he won't have to omit too much of the truth, though if anything that makes it harder to talk about. "Mike and I were on a merchant ship off the coast of São Paulo that was attacked by axis submarines a few years back." Fit winced sympathetically, patiently waiting for him to continue as he picked his next words. "We avoided the worst of the blast, but... Mike was in really bad condition, and I had to hang onto him with one arm and a piece of the wreck with the other while I waited for help to come. By the time someone found us, I was too tired and too um- too relieved to realize that we were being taken as prisoners and not as refugees."

It was all technically true so far, just with some important details omitted: like how they were only on the ship in the first place because their pelts were being imported as merchandise by a fisherman who believed himself to be incredibly lucky, and how they weren't taken as prisoners of war as Fit was no doubt assuming. Pac fails to suppress a shudder as he remembers the smug, taunting grin of the man that stood above him on the deck of his supposed refuge, two familiar seal pelts clutched in his meaty fists.

"I'm so sorry you went through that, Pac. You don't have to keep-" Pac cuts him off, already committed to opening up.

"No, I want to tell you. We," He clears his throat again, pushing down the memories of too-small tanks full of too-salty water, of needles and IV drips and white lab coats and pencils scratching on clipboards as he writhed in pain. "We woke up in some sort of facility, I'm not sure where exactly? I think the men who had us were European but that's all I remember, it's all blurry you know? And that's where we met Cellbit and Felps actually-" The image of frenzied black eyes claws its way to the front of his mind against his will, but he can't help a small smile at Fit's attentiveness as his eyebrows raise in intrigue, the checkerboard between them completely forgotten.

"Anyway, we were there for- months, I think. And long story short Cellbit ended up, um. He tried to- to eat my leg off?" It comes out sounding uncertain, Pac having realized there was no way to say it that wouldn't raise more questions. Sure enough, Fit's mouth drops open.

"Wait he- He tried to eat you?"

"Not- it wasn't- aaaaugh, he wasn't himself ok? They were- they were cruel to us, and they injected him with these drugs that made him all crazy and violent and they kinda just. Let him do it? It wasn't his fault, is what I'm saying." Fit looks disturbed, although significantly less so than Pac would expect from most people. He supposes bearing witness to the horrors of war would give you a higher tolerance to this sort of thing.

The thing is, it really wasn't Cellbit's fault. He had been there the longest of any of them, starved and beaten and forced through their cruel experiments since he had been a teenager. He was angry and desperate and hungry, and it was pure bad luck that Pac had happened to be the closest to him when the "researchers" had decided to test the effects of whatever combination of steroids they had injected him with. The ghost of his leg twinges in pain as it remembers the feeling of sharp teeth tearing through it's flesh.

"Wait so did Cellbit..." Fit hesitates, like he can't quite put together what he means to ask. "So he, bit your leg off? but how does that even-" He's interrupted by Pac giggling, and after a moment he joins in quietly with a confused laugh of his own.

"No, no he- he just did enough damage that the sci- that the jailers had to amputate it. And it wasn't that bad honestly, I mean, they weren't kind enough to knock me out before they started sawing but at least I didn't die!" His amusement at Fit's horrified reaction to his nonchalance almost drowns out the echoes of grief that his heart sounds for one of his fellow prisoners who hadn't been so lucky. Pac puts on a wide grin, forcing himself to perk up from his slumped posture. "So anyway, that's the story! Pretty cool don't you think?" Fit sputters a shocked laugh.

"Pretty- Yeah, sure, Pac. That's- *cough*- that's cool, yeah." It's a joke, obviously, but warmth washes over him anyway at the way that Fit lets him control the weight of the conversation like always. He wouldn't be able to handle trying to talk about his past seriously, and he's grateful to whatever higher power may or may not exist for bringing him Fit, who not only cares but understands despite being a human, and who always without fail meets him wherever he needs to be at. Pac doesn't know what he did to deserve a friend like him. "So, okay," Fit's voice snaps him out of the appreciative haze he had fallen into. "How did you guys get out? Were you released, or rescued, or..." He trails off, eyes imploring him to go on. Pac feels his face light up at the opportunity to discuss his favorite part of the tale - the only part, he likes, really.

"Oh, you're not gonna believe it. It was Richas! He actually saved us!"

"What?" Fit exclaims in elated disbelief.

"Yeah! So ok - they were keeping him prisoner too, but he was just a baby, like a, a toddler right? And the guards that were assigned to him treated him like their own kid-" Minus the horrible inhumane experimentation, of course. "- and he somehow, he figured out how to use their sympathy to get them to tell him where they kept all their keys," - and all the pelts - "and then managed to convince them to let him play with us alone. So he came to me and Mike and told us, so we told him to steal us some guard uniforms and figure out where the breaker box was, and after some planning and waiting for the right time we were able to escape by having him shut off the power and filing out with the rest of the guards! Mike wanted it to just be the three of us but I told him we weren't leaving the others behind." For all the suffering they had been put through it had honestly been comically easy - the facility they were at was small and not well guarded, probably funded independently considering that if any powerful government had proof of the selkies' existence everyone including the scientists would have been in a much bigger mess - the world was already at war, Pac doubted anyone was eager to add another variable to the conflict.

Fit crosses his arms and sits back, nodding in amazement. "Huh, so little Richarlyson is a hero! That's crazy"

"What, you don't believe me?" Pac shouts in mock offense.

"No no no I believe you! That kid is a fighter, I know it. So you guys all just stuck together after that? What about Bagi and Forever?"

"Ah, so- Bagi and Cellbit, they're brothers, or uhm- they're brother and sister, yes? And Bagi had been searching for Cellbit since he was taken, and somehow she ended up at the place we were being kept just a few days after we escaped, and she was able to track us from there. She's crazy smart, Cellbit and her both are. And Forever," Well, truthfully, Forever had just swam up to their pod and started playing with Richas one day while they were searching for a new home, and then the two had become inseparable so he just... stuck around. But Pac wasn't sure how to spin that into something that sounded reasonable for a human family, so he just went with "Forever just showed up one day and wouldn't leave." Fit laughed again at that, and this time Pac laughed with him.

It felt unbelievably good to tell Fit about his story like this, even with parts of it changed. Still, he wanted nothing more than to tell him the truth of what he was - he almost did, right then and there, swayed by the sound if his laughter and the mirth in his eyes. But, he reminded himself, that had to be a family decision; it wasn't just his secrets at stake. It was all of them, and as much as he loved trusted Fit and would be happy to gamble his own safety on that trust, he wasn't willing to risk his whole family.

...But, it would be so much easier if he could just say the whole truth. He wonders if Fit would react with the same attentiveness and amazement he gave to Pac's storytelling.

The rest of the day passed with little more of note, mostly filled with idle chit chat and card games. As Fit tries to teach him how to play Kings on the Corners for the third time, Pac finds himself thinking about how much Fit was changing his life without even realizing. A few months ago, Pac had never wanted or even tolerated human company that wasn't absolutely necessary. But now, he couldn't imagine not having the veteran around to occupy his time. In fact, when Fit had taken his first two-week relief back on shore after two months of service, Pac had felt inescapably lonely even when surrounded by his pod. Not even Richas, who had also been upset over the Ramon's absence, had been able to completely cheer him up. And while Pac's always been somewhat fascinated by humans, and had enjoyed watching the previous lighthouse keepers as they went about their work, he had never found himself as interested by any of it as he does when it comes to Fit.

"What is it?" Fit's voice snaps him out of it yet again, cards abandoned as he looks at him curiously. "You're staring."

"Huh? Oh, nothing, nothing! Just thinking about Richas and Ramon - what do you think they're up to?"

"They should still be hanging out with Cellbit, right? They're probably doing puzzles or something." Fit looks at the clock over on the left side off the room. "It's almost six, Bad should be here soon to take over for the night. Do you want to go join them and I can catch up?"

"Um-" Pac flusters, face heating up slightly. He's not sure why the emotional exhaustion of talking about losing his leg is what's bringing all these revelations to his mind, but he can't seem to pull his thoughts away from how much he appreciates the man in front of him. Which.... "Yeah, I think I'll go find them now! I'll see you soon?" Fit nods.

"Sounds good, Pac. I'll see you in a little bit." With a nod back at him, Pac shuffles out the door and makes his way down the tower. Instead of going to find Cellbit and the children, however, he beelines straight to the rocks where his pelt is stashed and hastily wraps himself in it's familiar comfort, sliding into the water before his limbs have even finished morphing into flippers. Surely a nice, solo swim is what he needs to clear his head.

...If only he could take Fit with him.

[yanderes-galore]

Heyo!! I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind writing a scenario with Karkat and Human partner with the Rednsuch prompt #10 ("you can't leave! i need you, please, i'll do anything!")

You write yandere Homestuck content so well and honestly are one of my favorite homestuck writers overall (same with HTTYD, but that's a little off topic).

I can try, sure! Wasn't given a plot so I just did what came to mind ^^ Happy you like my HTTYD stuff too. Anyways, here's jealous Karkat!

Edit: Oh this just became angsty more than yandere, but I do hope you like it as much as I did to write it!

Rednsuch Prompts Found Here

Yandere! Karkat Vantas Prompt 10

"You can't leave! I need you, please, I'll do anything!"

Pairing: Matesprit ❤️/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Jealousy, Possessive behavior, Mature language/Swearing, Emotional manipulation, Desperation, Angst, Mild yandere compared to most fics, Attempted break up, Toxic relationship (obviously), Dubious relationship.

Okay, he'll admit it, he messed up.... He knows his temper gets the best of him at times but surely you know that, right? Don't you know he never means to hurt your feelings?

He'll admit he was an ass to yell at you so harshly. It's natural for humans and trolls to be social. He just got upset because he felt you were ignoring him....

He, as your Matesprit/boyfriend, never liked the idea of sharing you. He felt in control when you gave all your attention to him. He feels like he's special when you shower him in loving gazes and affection.

Karkat tends to get easily jealous... supposedly now was the last straw. He ended up letting his temper get ahold of him and he confronted you. In a blind rage and ranted and raved about thr fact he didn't like you hanging out with your friends, troll or not.

That was when he messed up.

Afterwards you told him it was over. Things between you and him were over. The idea of that struck him hard.

No, no, no...! What has he done!?

"A-Are you serious...?" He isn't screaming anymore, if anything he's still in shock. His voice is soft. He feel intimidated under your harsh gaze.

"You heard me, I refuse to have you control me, Karkat." You state, not budging from your idea. It didn't matter how upset Karkat looked to you. It was about time you called things off.

Karkat goes silent as he watches you pack. You and him had shared a home for so long. He's been infatuated with you for so long.

Suddenly, his breathing quickens and he decides he needs to make a move.

"You can't leave! I need you, please, I'll do anything!" Karkat pleads, latching onto you like a scared toddler. You go into shock when you feel him wrap his arms around your waist. You could feel tears drip onto your clothes near your shoulder.

"Let me go, Karkat. Now." You try to order, only for Karkat to shake his head. His face is stained in a red tinge due to his tears. You hate that you feel bad.

You try not to focus on the fact Karkat was sniffling against you. He had yelled at you... he had shown his true colors... you can't stay here. No matter how much you try to pry him off Karkat only pushes himself closer.

"Just tell me what to do!" Karkat continues. "I'll make it up to you! I'll be better! I'll stop being so jealous.... Just don't leave me alone!"

You pause in your endeavors and take a deep breath. Karkat continues to sob into your clothes. Sighing you grit your teeth, turning yourself around and holding him back.

"Do you really promise to stop being so possessive?" You whisper, Karkat's watery eyes looking up at you. You catch him nod and sigh again. "... You're a crybaby."

Karkat stills for a moment, sniffling. He looks like he wants to fight you on that but gives up. Instead he snuggles closer to your warmth.

You really should leave him. You know you should. Yet it appears the troll has you on a tight emotional leash.

As a result... you coax your troll partner over to your bed and hold him close. The toxicity Karkat exhibits is bound to get worse. However... for now... you'll be by his side as you hate to see him like this.

Deep down Karkat feels bad for pulling at your emotions to get what he wants, he knows you see yourself as in the wrong because of him...

But now he knows, at least for now, you won't leave him.

[howlingday]

Somewhat the Pure

Should(n't) leave

Ruby: You need to leave. The store is closing.

Somewhat: Can I stay a little longer? We don't have a lot of cheese at home.

Ruby: It's the company rule. (Eyes watering) Y-You have to go. I'm sorry.

Somewhat: Just a little bit? I get chased by cats when I try to get cheese at home...

Ruby: G... G-Give me a second!

Ruby: Weiss, please, can they stay? I can't kick them out, they're too adorable! Can't we, I don't know, let them stay here as a mascot or something? I don't know!

Weiss: I don't care if they're Adrian Cotta Arc! They need to leave right now! And I'll show you how it's done!

Weiss: Alright, store's closing! Get out! This is your last warning, and if you refuse, then I'll force you out!

Somewhat: Please, miss, I'll give you as much money as I can if you let me stay...

Weiss: This... This is a button.

Somewhat: I'm sorry, but this is all the money I have right now. But if you let me stay, I promise I'll get you more.

Weiss: (Eyes watering) I... I-I can't do it! You're the boss now!

Somewhat: Oh, I don't know how to run a business. Oh...

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Company owner

Ruby: Uh, okay, so, uh, the quarterly... projection... things are in, and we're, uh... We're not doing too good. Weiss says we're gonna have to downsize.

Somewhat: Oh... And I got so used to being Somewhat, and now I have to be Little again.

Ruby: W... We're not shrinking you, we're choosing which department is getting fired.

Somewhat: Oh, well, I hope they have enough ointments for their burns.

Ruby: No, they're... They're not going to be allowed to work here anymore.

Somewhat: They're being forced to quit?

Ruby: Yup.

Somewhat: No.

Ruby: But... But we have to!

Somewhat: But they won't afford cheese if they're forced to quit.

Ruby: We're going to go bankrupt if we don't let one of the departments go, and Weiss will be really mad at us! It's just how it is!

Somewhat: But it's awful.

Ruby: If you have a better idea, I'd love to hear it!

Somewhat: Give everyone cheese. I want everyone to be happy and not lose their jobs. It's mean...

Ruby: What? That... That's not going to work. We're going to go bankrupt, and Weiss is going to yell at us, and-

Somewhat: Please?

Ruby: (Eyes water) ...I'm going to regret this, but okay. I just can't say no! I just can't say-

Ruby: (Looking at the massive profits, Shocked) No way did that work! But it did, and now I'm going to go cry in the bathroom at the monster I almost became!

Somewhat: Here's some tissues.

Ruby: (Sobbing) THANK YOU SO MUCH!

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Headmaster of Beacon

Ruby: Congratulations on your first day, Headmaster Somewhat.

Somewhat: Wait, how did I get here?

Ruby: Oh, we just skipped the election entirely and everyone agreed you should be in charge.

Somewhat: Oh, uh, I don't remember running.

Ruby: Everyone just likes you that much.

Somewhat: Oh, well, thank you, I suppose.

Ruby: But since you are now in charge, we have to get started on these items on our to-do list. I'll read them off and you just give me your opinion.

Somewhat: Oh, well, alright.

Ruby: Okay, first of all is the Dust Hike.

Somewhat: Oh, well, that sounds lovely.

Ruby: What?

Somewhat: If it means cleaner floors, then we should help dust be healthier and more active.

Ruby: Headmaster, it's another way to say "increasing taxes".

Somewhat: Well, if the taxes will help the dust be more active and healthy, then why not increase it?

Ruby: ...

Ruby: (Eyes welling) W-We'll, uh, just come back to that later. Separation of Faunus and Humans.

Somewhat: Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that their marriage didn't work out.

Ruby: Humans and Faunus aren't people- I-I MEAN, they ARE people, but they're not one person. It's about racial segregation.

Somewhat: I don't know what that means, and now I'm in a sad mood. Can we go to the next one please?

Ruby: (Pauses, Takes a deep breath) Yes, headmaster. Next topic is... The White Fang.

Somewhat: What's The White Fang?

Ruby: ...

Somewhat: ...Is there a problem?

Ruby: Somewhat, there's not a single scenario I can think of that wouldn't somehow ruin your innocence.

Somewhat: What's innocence?

Ruby: ...We're just gonna move on to the last issue.

Somewhat: Okay.

Ruby: Oh, thank you, Oum. Uh... The current war.

Somewhat: Oh, there's a war going on?

Ruby: Yes, do you have any battle tactics?

Somewhat: Oh, uh, well, I don't really know. I don't even know all of the Headmasters yet. I don't think I'm qualified for this.

Ruby: Headmaster, I don't think Salem is going to give you time to learn, and-

Salem: (Seer flies in, Projects herself) Headmaster Somewhat, I'm willing to put the war on hold until you learn all the Headmasters names. Because I really like you.

Somewhat: Oh, well, um... Th-Thank you for your kindness, Ma'am.

Salem: You're welcome. (Seer flies out)

Ruby: Okay, uh... I-I guess we're good for now... Who is this?

Somewhat: Um... Is that... Jane Ironbark?

Ruby: (Almost crying) N-No, but... You're getting closer, buddy...

Somewhat: Thank you.

Ruby: Y-Y-You're welcome!

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Rules the World

Ruby: Alright, Somewhat, you rule all of Remnant now. The entire world! That's a pretty big deal!

Somewhat: I only went to the store to buy cheese. I don't know how I got here.

Ruby: Just go with it. Depression is already at an all-time high.

Somewhat: What's depression?

Ruby: It's not a thing with you around, little buddy!

Somewhat: Oh, I'm sorry, Depression. I didn't mean to scare you away. Maybe we can find you some friends if you come back.

Ruby: Somewhat... Depression is when people are really, really sad. It's not a person.

Somewhat: Well, it's a person to me. I think everyone deserves to be happy. Even depression.

Ruby: (About to cry) This is exactly why you're in charge...

Somewhat: Well, I'm really confused, but thank you.

Ruby: (Sighs) Anyway, first order of business-

Somewhat: W-Wait! I'm really nervous! When I was Headmaster of Beacon, I had a lot of tough choices to make, but now that I'm charge of the whole world, I feel like there are more choices with even more difficult decisions, and... Oooh...

Ruby: Somewhat, you have nothing to worry about at all! It's all been fixed!

Somewhat: Really?

Ruby: Yup! As soon as Remnant heard you were going to be in charge, all the Kingdoms came together and fixed all of their problems all at once. They didn't want to make you nervous. They- They couldn't do it.

Somewhat: That... That sounds too strange to be true.

Ruby: Somewhat, you gotta understand, being a world leader who HATES Somewhat the Mouse is political sui... A career ender.

Somewhat: Wait, who's Sue?

Ruby: Sue is... a really good friend from school!

Somewhat: Oh, well, she sounds lovely.

Ruby: Yeah, yeah, but, uh, you don't have to worry about anything because everything is all good now.

Somewhat: Wait, then what do I do?

Ruby: Don't worry, we have the "Solve it!" button now and you just press it, and it fixes everything!

Somewhat: ...That's it?

Ruby: Yup!

Somewhat: ...And everyone is okay with this?

Ruby: Yup, everyone in the whole world will completely agree and nobody is forced, or coerced, or brainwashed into agreeing. It's not even political at this point, because everyone is going to like it.

Somewhat: W-Well, okay. (Taps button)

THAT WAS EASY

Ruby: Thank you. Now here's your trophy.

Somewhat: Oh, I couldn't accept a trophy-

Ruby: There's cheese in it.

Somewhat: OH! (Takes trophy, Eats the cheese)

Ruby: ...This is good.

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Murder Mouse

Somewhat: Are we going trick or treating soon?

Ruby: Oh, uh, yup! Yup! Just give me a minute to get things ready outside!

Somewhat: Oh, well, uh, okay then.

Ruby: Thanks, Somewhat~!

Ruby: (Shuts door) Great. Now, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Mercury: I'm having the best day of my life to be honest.

Ruby: HOW?!

Mercury: It's like Somewhat the Mouse... BUT HE DO THE MURDER!

Ruby: Why would you make this?! They didn't do anything to you!

Mercury: It's a project I've had in my mind since I was little baby. This is what my life has been leading up to!

Ruby: You got this from a Bionic Fishin' skit.

Mercury: Shut the fu- Shut up!

Ruby: You listen here; if they see this, they'll-!

Somewhat: Everything alright out here?

Ruby: S-SOMEWHAT!

Somewhat: Is that a horror version of me?

Ruby: U-Uh, well, uh-

Mercury: Yup.

Somewhat: Oh, well, can I make one request?

Mercury: What?

Somewhat: Can you put a disclaimer telling everyone I'm sorry I'm scaring them. I won't tell you to stop, but I'd appreciate it if everyone knew I never intended to scare anyone ever. The idea of me hurting anyone makes me feel awful...

Mercury: (Strained) ...S-Sure?

Somewhat: Thank you very much. I'll just get my candy bag ready then. Have a wonderful night. (Goes inside)

Mercury: (Sniffles) I-I don't think I want to do this anymore!

Ruby: I TOLD YOU!

[exitpursuedbyavulcan]

I made a list of pairings, but now I've got titles and summaries for you! Headers will be added as I make them.

12/14: Patience, Zaldrīzītsos Hand holding & dry humping with What is Broken!Aemond x Fiancee/Sister!Reader

At their pre-wedding tourney, Aemond sits in the stands with his sister – his betrothed – and holds her hand to help calm her while they watch the fighting, and continues to do so all through the dinner. He escorts her back to her chambers to kiss her goodnight, but kisses turn into something more…

12/15: After the War Dreams & Dirty Talk with Tom Bennett x Reader

The night before Tom is sent back to his ship, he spends one last night with his best girl and makes plans for what they'll do when the war is over.

12/16: With No One Around In Nature & Deep Throating with Aemond x Wife!Reader

When you and Aemond need to relax, you have a secret spot where you can go and be all alone.

12/17: Okay? Okay. Reassurance & Car Sex with Modern!Aegon x Girlfriend!Reader

You end up needing to run a few errands at the same time Aegon has his weekly therapist's appointment, so you decide to drop him off and pick him up. But when he gets back in the car, he's desperate for affirmation. It seems the topic of his appointment was his parent's marriage

12/18: Enclosed Letters & lingere kink with Tom Bennett x Reader

When he's far away at sea, Tom finds himself infinitely grateful that you found work at a photography studio.

12/19: One Day... Future & Face Sitting with Billy Washington x Reader

After months of recovering from Cranstead, and even more months of job-searching, Billy has finally been hired. And he knows exactly how he wantsto celebrate.

12/20: Presents Wrapped in Black Sharing a Drink & Toys with Daemon x Sugar Baby!Reader

Unfortunately, Daemon was the only one home when his Christmas present arrived, and even worse, there was no wrapping on the package. So, you spend Christmas Eve experimenting with his very extensive new collection of fine spirits and liquors. And since he got his present early, he thinks it's only fair that you do too. Of course, he can never resist spoiling you...

12/21: Dusky Pink Sunset & Orgasm Control with Studious!Aemond x Wife!Reader

Y'all'll get this summary once Studious VI is out... 👀

12/22: Hold Your Breath Swimming & Face Fucking with Tom Bennett x Reader

When Tom takes you to the beach for your first holiday since the war, you quickly begin to suspect he has an ulterior motive. But as long as you can watch his muscle moves as he swims, you can be okay with that.

12/23: The Princess at the Inn Bed Sharing & Accidental Stimulation with Ser Criston Cole x Aegon's Twin!Reader Yes I'm a simp for Cole, fucking sue me

For the first time in years, Ser Criston Cole is not guarding his Queen. Alicent has sent him on a covert mission to retrieve her wayward daughter, who has fled from the prospect of marrying her twin brother. It was supposed to be simple, but he quickly finds that the girl he thought to be so like her elder half-sister is in fact quite different.

12/24: Office Christmas Party A Fancy Party & Praising with Modern!Aemond x Reader

You totally aren't worried about making a fool of yourself at your boyfriend's office Christmas party. Why would you be? It's only hours of socializing with people richer than you, better dressed than you, and probably smarter than you. It's only the first time you would meet Aemond's famous family (who you may or may not have heard telling him how 'beneath him' you are whenever Aemond forgets you're home and has his phone on speaker). What about that could possibly make you nervous?

12/25: I'll Be Home for Christmas Promise & Phone Sex with Osferth x Reader

Your fiance, Osferth, has been gone far too long. The two month trip - to see all the holy sites from the New Testament - was already long enough as it is. But now, a massive blizzard has stranded him at the airport. It's Christmas Eve, and you might very well be spending your favorite holiday alone.

[morbidlyhumorous]

Save Me Pt. 2 (Bucky Barnes)

TW: Abuse

My hand was tightly gripping Bucky's metal one as we drove. He kept shooting glances in my direction and would squeeze my hand in return every few minutes. And then I saw the house. If I had been holding Bucky's real hand, it would have broken at that moment. He pulled the car into the driveway and parked, but didn't get out. He turned to look at me as he asked, "Are you sure about this?" I nodded my head, my eyes glued to the house before us. He sighs as he brings my hand to his lips and presses a kiss to my knuckles. I meet his gaze as he says, "Please be safe.""I will, I promise."I climb out of the car and walk the path to the front door. I wipe my hands on my jeans and knock on the door, very aware of Bucky's eyes on me. Then the door opens and there stands my dad. When he registers who's standing before him, he smiles and hugs me. I stiffen slightly but he pulls away after a quick second. "Y/n, sweetie, it's so great to see you again. Who's the friend?" I follow his line of sight to Bucky and his car. "Oh, he's a friend. He offered to give me a ride here." I wave at Bucky, the signal that he can leave. He waves back and then reverses out of the driveway and leaves.

My dad opens the door a little wider and ushers me in before closing it behind us. The house looks exactly the same as when I left, minus the kids. My other siblings had all grown up and moved out, but nothing had been touched since. I made myself comfortable on the couch while dad took the seat opposite me. He seemed pretty unchanged, too, just a few more white hairs. "So, how's work? Are you enjoying it?""Yeah, I am enjoying it. There's something new everyday and I have some great colleagues." I say, smoothing my hands on my jeans. Dad quirks his brow at the last part and asks, "Is that guy one of your colleagues?" I nod and he sighs before saying, "Well then no wonder you think your colleagues are great, he looks like a bad person and I know how you're attracted to those people who are bad for you. He didn't even come out to greet me or anything." I take a deep breath as I reply, "He was in a hurry, his mom was expecting him." My dad waved away my excuse and switched the topic, leaving me feeling slightly insulted.

We talked for a little longer before he stood to make dinner, leaving me alone in the living room. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket to see a few texts from Bucky. He was asking if all was okay so far, so I gave him a thumbs up. Eventually, dad said dinner was ready and I joined him at the table. It was a very good meal, but when we had finished, dad asked me to do the dishes. "While you may not live here anymore, you are still currently under my roof and you need to be humbled a bit. Now go clean the dishes." I stared at him, dumbfounded, before I uttered a soft, "Ok," and carried the dishes to the sink. As I washed them, I saw my dad go to the fridge and take out a big beer bottle. I sighed. Another part of him that had not changed.When I finished, I rejoined him in the living room and we sat in an awkward silence for a while. "So, y/n, why has it been 7 years since you've been here?""Oh, y'know, I've been busy with all of my work and extensive traveling that comes with it.""See, that sounds plausible, but I don't think that's why." I felt my mouth go dry at his comment and I asked, "What do you mean?"

He stared me down and took a swig of his beer before replying. "You're avoiding me because you think I'm a bad person. It's all because of that terrible mother of yours. When I was busy working my ass off to support this family, she was turning my own children against me." It was silent for a moment, and in that silence I heard the ghost of his shouting. "I don't think that's what happened at all." He scoffed and took another swig. "Of course she did it, it's in her manipulative nature. She's a real bitch." At those words I felt my face grow hot. "How dare you call my mom that. She was a much better person than you."I pretended to scratch my back but I actually hit the button on my phone that called Bucky. He would need to hear this conversation. My dad became slightly red in the face. "Oh don't even. She manipulated all of you because she victimizes herself. I can't help being a little grumpy after spending all of my time working." "A little grumpy?" I laughed incredulously, "You were abusive. You shouted and hit us and have left us traumatized. You're the one victimizing yourself because you're so narcissistic.""I will not be talked to like this in my own house!" He shouted, his face a brilliant red color now. "I don't live under your roof now, you can't control me," I said as I stood up.

Dad stood up as well and the glass bottle came crashing down over my head. I stumbled a little at the blow and then I felt blood begin to trickle down my face."You fucking bitch," he screamed at me. He slapped me hard across the face and the force behind it brought me to the ground. There were stars before my eyes when I noticed his foot coming towards me. It made contact with my gut and I curled in on myself. He kicked me a few more times, screaming profanities at me. He knelt down next to me and grabbed me by the hair to lift my head, making it feel like it was on fire. "You are an absolute bitch and will never amount to anything, you worthless piece of shit. You're just like your mom." He practically spit out, pulling my hair more and making me cry out.All of a sudden, he let go of my hair and I let my head fall. Through my blurry vision, I saw Bucky holding my dad, beating the shit out of him. He left his unconscious body in the corner before he came for me. He knelt beside me, his face appearing very worried. "Hey, doll, you're gonna be okay, I've got you." He said, but his voice sounded far away. I couldn't get my eyes to focus and breathing was hurting. Bucky picked me up and hurried out of the house, laying me gently in the back of the car before speeding off. During the drive, I passed out.

When I came to, I was laying on a bed in the med bay, Bucky asleep with his head on the edge of the bed and clutching my hand. I moved my thumb lightly over his knuckles and he was instantly awake and alert. "Y/n, how do you feel?""I feel pretty achey and I hurt all over." At my words, he gave me a sad smile before pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "My brave girl," he murmured, resting his hand against the side of my face. I relished his touch and nuzzled his hand. "What happened to my dad?" I asked after a moment of silence. "Thanks to your little phone call, coupled with your current state, we had enough evidence to get him locked away for life. He can't hurt you anymore." At Bucky's words, I felt a few relieved tears fall. He saw and he drew me into his arms, rubbing my back comfortingly. "I've got you, doll, and he will never hurt you again." I buried my head in the crook of his neck and felt the weight of being afraid for so long lifted off of me. I kissed Bucky again and he smiled into the kiss, his hand slightly gripping my waist. Neither of us were perfect, but as long as we had each other, we'd be alright. And that's all I needed.I did something new and wrote a pt. 2 for once! If you guys have anyone you wanna see next, let me know and any ideas for a plot if you have one.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1064: Finally Meeting the Sisters (King of Fighters)

10:34 a.m. at the Yabuki's Residence's Dining Room.......

Shingo: (Gently Rubs Leona's Shoulders as He Instructs Her to Breathe In and Out) Breathe in. Out. That's it, there you go.

Leona: (Takes Another Deep Breath Before Speaking) I'm sorry.....I wasn't expecting to meet one of your sisters so soon. Or ever for that matter.....

Shingo: (Smiles Softly) Hey, it's fine. (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) If anything, I should apologize for not mentioning them to you beforehand.

Leona: The thought never occurred to either of us at the time, so it couldn't be helped really. ('Sigh') Still, I hope make a good enough impression to them......

Shingo: Just stay as calm and level headed as possible and be yourself. I know you have what it takes to impress her because your name is Leona Heidern: a proud member of the Ikari Warriors and the one that stole my heart.

Leona: (Heart Begins to Melt in Happiness as She Turns to Her Boyfriend Next to Her) You really do have a way with words, don't you?~

Shingo: (Smiles Sheepishly) I really wouldn't say I have a lot if ways with words personally. But I do wanna make you happy.

Leona: You're already making me happy, by being here with me.

Shingo: And I'm not gonna leave anytime soon! I love you too much to do that.

Leona: (Giggles Softly) I love you too, darling~

Shingo: D-Darling?

Leona: (Eyes Starts to Widened Once She Immediately Realizes What She Just Said) S-Sorry! I was thinking about what sort of nickname to give you for the time being and that was the one that came to mind. I really didn't mean to blurt it out to you like that.....

Shingo: N-No, no! It's okay, really! I don't mind it at all! In fact, I think it's a great nickname for me.

Leona: (Turns Back to Shingo) It is?

Shingo: (Gently Place a Hand on Top of Leona's) Yeah. It has a nice ring to it. I....haven't come up with one of my own to give you yet, but I hope you like it whenever I reveal it to you.

Leona: (Smiles Softly) I'm sure I'll adore it very much, just as much as I adore you~

The two newly begins to slowly lean towards each other for the kiss, until the sound of the door opening startles the both of them simultaneously before quickly going back to their spots.

Tsubaki: (Walks Out of the Bathroom as She Makes her Way to the Dining Room) Okay! Got my hair dried and done, now we can start our interrog- I mean, our talk~

Shingo: (Facepalms Himself) Tsubaki, can you please go easy on Leona-san here. She's nervous enough as it is.

Tsubaki: (Rolls her Eyes) I'm not going to scare her straight, Shingo. I just wanna have a nice chat with your girlfriend is all. Promise.

Shingo: (Raises an Eyebrow at his Older Sister) Really? Then how come your hand is behind your back?

Tsubaki: (Looks at her Hand Behind her Back Before Quickly Moving it Away and Turning Back to Shingo) You're seeing things-Anywho!~ (Sits Down at her Seat as She Turns Her Attention Towards Leona) Let's finally get to know each other, Leona Heidern, is it?

Leona: You....heard of me before?

Tsubaki: (Happily Nodded) Yeah. Shingo told me quite a lot about you lately. Mostly about how strong, kind, and very pretty you are-

Shingo: Tsubaki!

Tsubaki: What? I can't help everything you tell me, Shingo. Your words are not my own, you know?

Shingo lowers his head down on the table and groans in frustration, all while Leona gently rubs her hand on his upper back and shoulder to help calm him down.

Tsubaki: As I was saying, you're among the few people around here he talks about the most. By the way, don't mean to go off topic for sec, but I love how your hair looks.

Leona: You do? (Gently Grabs The Side of her Hair as She Weaves it Down a Little) I haven't really done much to it besides wash, dry, and brush on most occasions.

Tsubaki: Hey, if it helps making it look this good, then you deserve every compliments you get. Meanwhile, mines gets more duller in each minute of the day....

Leona: (Smiles Softly) I'm not much of a hair stylist myself, but I think yours look good all things considered.

Tsubaki: Ermm.....I still say otherwise. (Smiles Softly) But I really appericate the compliment. And I can't tell you how happy I am to see my little brother find someone he could love and cherish. (Tears Suddenly Starts Appearing in her Eyes)('Sniff') So happy.....

Leona: Tsubaki-san?

Shingo: (Rolls his Eyes) Oh God, here we go.....

Tsubaki: Sorry....('Sniff') (Takes off her Glasses as Starts Wiping Away Her Tears) It's just so hard to see my baby boy growing so fast.....

Shingo: (Eyes Widened in Disbelief) Baby bo- Tsubaki, I am literally the middle child of our family!!

Tsubaki: (Terafully Glares Back at Shingo) Yeah, but even before Naomi came into the picture, I always have to be the one watching over you and keep your out of every single trouble you SOMEHOW keep getting yourself into! Especially those King of Fighters Tournament you keep participating!

Shingo: (Immediately Stabds Up Frim his Seat) You do not drag KOF into this!!!

Tsubaki: (Got Up From her Seat As Well) ALREADY FEW SECONDS LATE ON THAT, TWERP! You always come home with new injuries and scars on your back!

Leona: (Scars?)

Tsubaki: (Pinches the Top of her Nose) And don't even get me started on that incident on the bridge!.... (Turns Back to Leona) He haven't told you about that yet, did he?

Leona: (Simply Nodded) He has. (Gently Grabs The Top of Shingo's Hand) And it worries me greatly.

Shingo: (Turns to Leona With Genuine Surprise in his Eyes) Leona, I-

Tsubaki: Exactly! Like, I know this is your passion and I'm proud of you for sticking by it and everything, but I can't go through a day without worrying about you 24/7! It's starting to get impossible at this point...

Leona: If it helps make you feel any better, Tsubaki-San, I've been helping Shingo improve his combatant skills as of late.

Tsubaki: You have?

Shingo: (Quickly Nodded With a Hopefully Smile as He Placebhis Arm Around his Girlfriend) Y-Yeah, it's true! Leona and I would train with one another whenever both of us have any freetime.

Leona: And he improved a long since then. He still has a long road ahead of him mind you, but I can assure you with upmost certainty that your baby boy is in your good hands!

Shingo: Yea- (Turns to Leona With a Soft Pout) H-Hey!

Tsubaki: ('Sigh') If you're really that certain, then I guess I have no choice but to take it to great value.....(Smiles Softly) Still, I'm really enjoying your company so far, Leona-san.

Leona: (Smiles Back) I enjoy yours as well. (Lightly Bows at Tsubaki) I hope we can continue to get along in the near futu-

?????: HEY!

Leona: (Turns to the Booming Voice With Confusion) Hm?

Shingo: (Eyes Widened in Grimamce at The Sound of a Familiar Voice) Oh no.....

Tsubaki: (Turns to the Source of the Familiarity) Ah, welcome, Naomi. How was the sleepover last night?

Naomi: (Standing in Front of the Front Door With her Hands on her Hips and a Glare on her Face) Peachy. (Points at Leona) YOU!

Leona: (Slowly Points at Herself) M-Me?

Naomi: Yeah, you! Are you the girl that's dating my brother right now!?

Leona: That....I am, yes.

Naomi: (Squints her Glare at the Blue Haired Girl) Then I only have one thing to say.......

Naomi slam one of her knees down on the ground and reach her hand out at Leona before asking.....

Naomi: Would you please do the honors of taking care of my big brother as his newly wedded wife!?~

'Dead Silence'

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Leona: (Eyes Slowly Starts to Widened By Youngest Sister's Words as Blush Begins to Appear on Both of her Cheeks) W-W-W-W-Wife!?

Shingo: MY WHAT!?

Naomi: Your wife. Honestly, onee-san, try and keep up for once.

Shingo: (Comically Glares at Naomi) DON'T TRY AND GET SMART WITH ME, YOUNG LADY! EXPLAIN ALL THIS CRAP YOUR SPEWING RIGHT NOW!!!

Naomi: Isn't it obvious? Tsubaki and I can't keep you groundee forever, you know? (Turbs Back to Leona) You see, my onee-san is a very sweet and hardworking boy. But he's more clumsy, thick-headed, and reckless than the two of us in this house combined and it's really starting to get annoying actually.

Shingo's jaw dropped on the floor in complete disbelief by his little sister's blatant insults about, all whe his girlfriend is still flustered and confused by a very...very unexpected proposal she was given by her boyfriend's little sister of all people.

Tsubaki: (Smiles Brightly) But now that you're in the picture and judging by your looks, I'd say you're totally a keeper!~ So whaddya say? Wedding at the church? Forest? Sunset Beach? I can play the role as your Maid of Honor-

'THWACK'

Tsubaki: (Smacks Naomi Upside the Head) Will you knock it off already!?

Naomi: (Rubs her Head as Sje Winces in Pain) Owwwwwwwwww! (Glares at Her Big Sister) Geeez, Tsubaki, what the heck was that for!?

Tsubaki: To give you a reality check. (Crosses her Arms) You know as well as I do that these two are too young to engage in marriage!

Naomi: (Turns Away With a Pout) Oh please. It's not that big of a deal....

Tsubaki: It is to me, damnit!! Do you have ANY idea how mom would react if her only boy got married out of the blue like that!?

Naomi: (Turbs Back to Tsubaki With a Glare) She would be ecstatic! Like any parent would! (Forms a Sly Smirk in her Face) And besides, at least Shingo HAS someone to fall in love with, unlike a certain someone I knooooow~

Tsubaki: (Gritting her Teeth in Anger) And what is THAT suppose to mean exactly?

Naomi: I'm not gonna beat around the bush. You're boring, uptight, bossy, and a reeeeeal stick in the mud. If you keep this up, you'll never gonna get yourself a guy or girlfriend at this rate. Living the rest if you life alone with gray hair and wrinkles all over your face-

Tsubaki: THAT'S IT!

Tsubaki tackles her younger sister to the ground as the two get themselves into a headed scuffle leaving their only brother in a deadpinned state.

Shingo: ('Sigh') And they're off. Again.....(Turns to Leona) Are you okay, Leona?

Leona: (Takes a Deep Breath as She Calms Herself Down) Yeah......I think so.

Shingo: You wanna get out of here already? I doubt they're gonna stop anytime soon.

Leona: That will be for the best really.

Few Seconds Later Outside of the Yabuki's Residence.....

Shingo: I am so sorry about my sisters. They can be real headache most of the time, but they do mean well. In more ways than none......

Leona: (Smiles Sheepishly) That's okay, really. I'm just glad I had the opportunity to meet the both of them on a short notice. They're a colorful bunch.

Shingo: (Rolls his Eyes) Colorful is putting it lightly.....(Smiles Softly) But I'm glad they're taking a liking a to you. Now, I have to hope and pray that your folks would like me too.....

Leona: (Lightly Pouts at Shingo) Hey. What have we talked about earlier?

Shingo: ('Sighs in Defeat') Not to worry about it....B-But-

Leona: (Gently Holds Shingo's Hand) But nothing. There's no point into worrying about something so trivial as pleasing one's approval. (Smiles Softly) All I care about right now to is being with someone I love. And that's you.

Shingo: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness as He Gently Squeezes Leona's Hand) Same. So, now that we're out here, do you wanna maybe go by Rock's place for a visit? I'm pretty sure him and the others are probably worried about us as we speak Well, mostly everyone. I doubt K's ever worried.....

Leona: (Giggles Softly) I'd be surprised if he is~ But yeah, I'd love to. It's a date.

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[yoongi-d]

champagne problems

you had a speech, you're speechless

love slipped beyond your reaches

and I couldn't give a reason

...

characters: reader, jeon junkook, kim namjoon, min yoongi

content: fluff, angst, hints of betrayal

part I

you're pretty sure you've never seen such confusion on his face as he leans over to, quite obviously, initiate a kiss and you sits up abruptly, as if electrocuted.

"y/n, what's-"

you look down and meet his gaze immediately, shaking your head and soundlessly repeating 'no, no way, no'. this time, jungkook has already sat up, with a put-together look on his face. something serious is going on and he hates situations like these, but does it out of love and understanding for his...

for his y/n.

for his best friend.

for you.

for whatever reason, he still puts up with you.

"what's wrong?" he urges you to answer again.

"jungkook, i can't do that to you again. if i let you kiss me or attempt any sort of intimacy, i'm going to lose my shit-"

"y/n, what the fuck are you-"

"i can't, jungkook! i need you to finally treat me as a friend, from now onward. literally, i-" you shift into a more comfortable position, this time facing him directly, "i have done things i shouldn't even have thought of doing. and my bad decisions included you. you're my best friend, i can't let you suffer because of me anymore. so please," you take a deep breath, "try to let this go. however strong your feelings for me are, please allow them to...i don't know, disappear. because both of us will get hurt if we don't get our shit together."

he stares at you blankly (at least he doesn't look as confused anymore) and you can notice his heart has stopped beating as fast anymore. it's okay. everything's okay. you didn't upset him. he's not upset-

"did i upset you? was i too harsh? i swear i didn't mean to, it's just..." you blurt out, eager to get at least some kind of response from him.

"no, it's fine. i mean, i totally get where you're coming from. and i'll treat you as a friend only, if that's what will make you feel safe around me."

you nod, giving him a small smile, before lifting up your arm for a fist bump. he returns it.

and you're happy. you don't feel empty, you feel relieved. you're breathing more easily than before. and god bless virgo males, you love this guy to death. even if you can't have each other in the way that would make you even happier.

you're happy to have him by your side.

part II

mornings with namjoon have become anything but what they used to be. you remember preparing breakfast, him hugging you from behind, humming soft melodies as you're still in that sleepy haze after just waking up.

it's not like that anymore.

now you sit in silence, him on his laptop, doing whatever he can to distract himself from the silence that makes so many things all too obvious.

it's obvious you're drifting away from each other. it's obvious you're holding onto whatever once was. it's not there anymore. whatever it is that the two of you share now...it's anything but love and affection. more like a habit. and you've never felt more uncomfortable in his presence.

it used to be nice. lovely. fun. it used to be promising. you used to be able to imagine a future with him - where did all of it go?

as you grip your mug, coffee gone cold, he closes his laptop and looks up at you.

"y/n, what are you thinking about?"

not 'babe', not 'honey', but 'y/n'.

he normally doesn't call you by your name, although it still spills from his mouth so beautifully, only this time it sounds like a sad melody.

"nothing. i'm still sleepy. it's nothing."

he hums, leaning back, not taking his eyes off you. "you came home last night and went straight to bed, y/n. you normally work until you can't see strraight anymore, and you're never this quiet or...absent, i guess. i feel like you're not telling me something."

"no, namjoon, i-," you begin to say, but he interrupts, waving his hand as if to dismiss the topic.

"whatever it is, you can always talk to me. you don't have to handle stuff on your own."

it breaks your heart, being unable to tell him the truth. the truth is, you don't feel at home with him anymore. you have a past together, yes, and you don't see a future with him anymore, but the present is what pains you the most.

it's unfair, you think, how you let yourself slip out of love with him and into loving another person. it's safe to say you don't love him like you used to. and you pray to god that he feels the same, because how else are you supposed to say goodbye? are you even ready for that?

"can i hug you?" you blurt out, not knowing what else to say. you need some kind of comfort, anything to make you feel like nothing has changed, that all of this is only a bump in the road.

but you know it's not. it's much bigger than that.

as he walks over to you, embracing you from behind, you feel like the most disgusting piece of shit you've ever known. he doesn't deserve this. any of this.

he doesn't deserve you ignoring him, he doesn't deserve you pretending you love him like you used to, he doesn't deserve you lying to him about where you'd been all night, and saying you were out with friends.

if only he knew you've been spending all that time falling in love with someone else. you nearly cry remembering that you're not only actively cheating on him, but you're cheating on him with your best friend, your mutual friend, one of the people he trusts the most.

it doesn't matter that you ended...whatever it is you had going on with jungkook, last night. it won't erase what you've done. you can't even call it a mistake anymore, when you're all to aware that you don't love namjoon anymore, not like you used to.

if only you had the guts to let him know how you feel.

but you keep quiet. you know the time to say goodbye is approaching with every single second, but you don't have it in you to verbalize what has to be said.

you wonder if he knows - something, anything. you wonder if he can sense that something is off, off to the point of no return to the way things once were.

and you feel like an even bigger piece of shit for wasting his time when he deserves to be loved by someone better than you.

yet, you still say nothing. how do you even brace yourself for the inevitable goodbye? what happens after that? you don't dare imagine the aftermath.

so you keep quiet, convincing yourself it's only for a little longer. you know you will eventually have to let him go, it's just a matter of time. and it's ticking away, so loudly you can't pay attention to anything else.

just a little longer, you say to yourself.

part III

you're not sure when exactly you began dreading waking up next to namjoon, seeing his face and hearing his voice first thing in the morning. it used to bring you so much joy, something you used to look forward to each time you went to bed.

when did it stop exciting you, and when did you begin to dread his loving smile? it can't be fair, being loved by someone you used to love back, and not having the guts or...decency, to let them know you don't feel the same anymore.

perhaps you keep delaying that conversation because you have no idea what comes after. you'd break up, that's for sure, but the damage both of you would suffer is something you'd like to avoid at all costs.

the worst thing, you realize, is that you're - by all means - able to love, and are in love, just not with the right person. you can't pinpoint the moment where you fell out of love with namjoon and in love with jungkook. the transition was very slow, and perhaps it's possible that, at some point, you loved both of them equally.

but now?

you're stuck in a relationship with a man who adores you, while you spend your free time adoring another man. you feel nothing but disappointment towards yourself, and one could even say you feel a bit disgusted by the fact that you have the guts to cheat, but not set him free. you can't even admit to him that you don't love him the way you used to. how come you're not afraid of him finding out about jungkook, but afraid how he'll react to your confession? it's almost like you'd rather have someone else do the talking for you, while you go crawl in a hole and hide away from the rest of the world.

and what do you even do about jungkook? he's been your best friend since forever, and unfortunately, you happened to prove the notion that there's no such thing as friendship between a girl and a guy. perhaps it's possible, just not in your case. or maybe you were never supposed to be friends in the first place, but lovers instead. perhaps you weren't meant to be with namjoon, ever, and have jungkook as your partner of three years.

you can't stop the thoughts running through your head, questioning everything and ending up disgusted by your actions, thoughs and feelings with each passing moment. if only you could ditch being yourself for a moment, escape the situation you've found yourself in, but there's no such thing and you realize you're being way too selfish, feeling sorry for yourself when you're the one who deserves pity the least.

you don't deserve it at all.

you knew what you were doing when you first realized you had feelings for jungkook that you, as a friend, shouldn't be having. you knew what you were doing when you first accepted the fact that he felt the same. you knew what you were doing when you acted upon those feelings. you both knew what you were doing. but there's no use shifting the blame onto him, when he's got less mess to deal with than you do. he's not the one in a - now one-sided - relationship of three years that's nearing its end. he's not the one who's about to break the heart of the person who loves them so dearly, without any doubt that the love is reciprocated. he's not the one who's going to have to pick up the pieces of a broken heart that did nothing to deserve what you're about to put namjoon through.

and you wish, more than ever, that you were better with words, as you try and think of a way to let him know that what you've had has come to an end. it doesn't feel fair that he gets to be the last one to find out, and the one to receive the most damage. you feel like a piece of shit for what you've already done, and for the fact that he has yet to find out.

if only you could skip the bit about being in love with someone else. if only he were stupid enough to believe that there was no third party involved, when he's been noticing, with each day, how much time you spend away from him, as compared to before. he's not stupid, he's smarter than you, and he will catch on sooner or later. sooner or later - you don't know which is worse. you pray to god that he ends up hating you more than he ends up hating jungkook - he's betrayed him as well, after all. you're not alone in this.

if only you could pick up a pen and a piece of paper and write down everything you're feeling, but you can't, because you're too ashamed to admit what you feel and do at every given moment. you hate yourself for the audacity to feel anything at all. you don't deserve to feel sad, you made your own bed you now get to lay in. you made it for yourself, not namjoon. he doesn't deserve to be the victim of your inability to stay faithful and not be a piece of shit to someone who loves you to pieces.

but there is no other option than letting him know, sooner or later.

and the sooner, the better. because you can't be so cruel as to waste another day of his life letting him believe everything's okay, when it's not.

so you pick up your phone, and dial his number. you're about to let him know that it's over. you have no idea how you're going to do it, but you don't deserve any more time than you've already wasted.

[decimatlas]

@ohlazrus – continued from here. ♡

Giggles pour from lips curled upwards; this is the status quo for Angel – but she really should be more mindful that this is far from the norm for most. And though Gen has danced with what lies beyond, dealt in death and the supernatural – Angel supposes her lifestyle is still... well, out of the ordinary.

She's a paradox – in name, in practice; in the way her eyes remain alight as they linger at the entrance. Angel hooks her arm with theirs, gives them a reassuring nudge on the arm. ❛ Breeeeathe, Gens! ❜ She takes a deep breath in, as if to prompt them to do the same – and she lets a slow breath out. ❛ Abraxas knows you're coming. I told him to tell the others. ❜ There's a beat of silence. Then –  ❛ He's my ex. Well... It's complicated. ❜ She shakes her head. (That's neither here nor there, Angel.)

Back on topic, now. ❛ They're gonna love you. Promise. ❜ She doesn't let go of their arm. Rather, she gives their upper arm a squeeze before – ❛ Oh, one more thing. Some of them don't have vessels, but if any of 'em are too scary, let me know and I'll make them go away. Okay? ❜ A... kind gesture, but she doesn't give Gen much time to react. No, Angel is already pushing the door open and guiding them inside. Platforms step gingerly over the threshold. A social hour with demons. And she brought a friend. If only her parents could see her now.

Music fills the air; playlist carefully curated by theirs truly – it was... she'd say adorable, really. Sure, Hell walked the earth, but Hell listened to Ghost now, so that was pretty cool. And as if on cue – tall, mangled beast emerges from shadows, looming over them. (Good thing Angel gave the warning. That fixes things, right?)

❛ Braxie! ❜ Angel greets the demon with a smile, her grip loosening on Gen's arm for a moment – as if she was about to break off to embrace him – but her hold on them tightens again. (It's complicated.) ❛ This is Gen. See? I told you they were real. ❜

Abraxas' large form turns towards Gen now, semblance of a face twisting slightly as he looks upon them. 'What are you?' Disembodied voice queries, and Angel lets out a gasp. ❛ Don't be rude! – I'm sorry, he doesn't know how to act around people. ❜

And with that, Angel is tugging Gen along. Yet, the demon trails behind – eyes locked onto newcomer with an intensity. Angel half-turns towards him, attempting to shoo him away with her free hand. It's a futile effort, really. ❛ Just ignore him. ❜ She'll chew him out about it later.

The further they make their way into the building – the more evident it becomes that the space is a lounge of sorts. A bit run down, but touches of Angel are apparent throughout the building. Decorations, the music, and of course – a fully stocked bar. Angel guides Gen to the counter, waving at a few characters that lingered about. Some appeared human – others maintained their true, wretched forms.

❛ You doing okay? ❜ Angel pulls a stool out for Gen, gesturing for them to sit before pulling out her own. She glances at Abraxas – visible in her peripheral. (What has gotten into him?) ❛ I promise he isn't always like this. ❜ She turns her head away for a moment, black hair whipping over her shoulder as she looks around the room. ❛ I hope Orias shows up. I think you'll love him. ❜

[frenchfrywrites]

SLAY! Vil is sickening!

MINORS DNI

warnings: top softish dom amab gn reader, sub bottom sick! Vil Schoenheit, snz, emeto, piss, little degradation, shower sex

Vil has been sniffling all week. Rook noticed it first (of course he did), and brought it to your attention. Neither of you have actually broached the topic with the man himself yet, for you're sure he's already very aware. 

By the end of today his nose is a rosy red and his cheeks look flushed- more so than his blush would account for. You follow Vil back to Pomefiore and into his room, your brow furrowing when the Housewarden drops his bag abruptly and flops onto the bed.

"I think you're getting sick" "I think I'm getting sick," you both say at the same time. Vil lets out an exhausted laugh as you meet him at his bed. 

"Let me feel your forehead," you bring the back of your hand to his forehead and he's definitely warm. You relay this information to Vil and he sighs, sniffles, then groans. 

"Ugh," he huffs under his breath, “I guess I’m lucky it’s Friday.” You give him a pitied look 

"How about you switch into some comfy clothes and I'll take care of you," you suggest. Vil must be too tired to argue because he does just that. He's still trying to be as poised as usual but you can see his exhaustion show through by how he clumsily dresses. 

After he carefully sets his uniform in his laundry basket you help Vil get tucked into bed, under a mass of blankets. 

"Have you removed your makeup?" You ask, reaching for some makeup wipes on his vanity.

Vil sits up suddenly,

"Oh God my routine," he sounds nearly panicked. You gently push him back down, shushing him,

"It's okay Vil, let's just get this makeup off for now and we can do your routine later, okay?" There's no way he's going to be well enough to get up and do his evening facial routine, but you give him hope so he stays in bed. 

Ever so gently you wipe down his sweaty face, removing his makeup carefully. Vil lets out appreciative noises at the feeling of the cool wipes on his quickly heating face. You watch as he sinks into the bed beneath him, and as you kiss his now clean forehead his eyes flutter shut. 

"Take a nap baby, I'm going to get you some meds. Do you want anything? Are you hungry?" He grimaces,

"No, not hungry. Maybe something to drink, please?" You brush stray hairs away from his beautiful face. 

"Of course lovely," you promise, getting up to shut off the lights as you leave.

From there you rush around campus: informing Rook that Vil is definitely very sick- you reassure that you'll be attentive and thorough with your care, narrowly avoiding a melodramatic rant about Vil's health- retrieving meds from the school store, running to your dorm room to grab a night bag for yourself (there's no way in hell that you're leaving your sick boyfriend alone for the night), then to the Pomefiore kitchen to get something for him to drink, you quickly grab some crackers in case he's hungry when you get back.

Vil is deep asleep when you return. You set some things down, rummage around for a bit, then make yourself comfortable on the loveseat at the end of his bed. 

He wakes up an hour or so later, disoriented and confused. 

"Hey,” you call quietly, making your presence known, “feel any better?" you ask, coming to his side. Vil squints at you, looks around the room, then looks back to you,

"What?" He sounds utterly perplexed.

"I asked if you felt any better," you repeat. Vil shakes his head, sniffles, then sneezes. It's loud, takes you by surprise, as you'd thought maybe he'd be one to let out quiet, squeaky, small sneezes. 

You hand him some tissues. 

"Thank you," he whimpers, blowing daintily (or as best as one can) into the tissue. 

“Are you hungry?” you check, running a hand through his sweat dampened hair. Vil shakes his head then leans into your touch. He sneezes again, then wipes his nose.

"I am really thirsty," he informs you, sounding nasally. You get him the juice and medicine, presenting them to him. Vil takes it, grumbling a bit, then downs the glass.

“What’s that?” he points to your overnight bag, slowly lowering himself so he can lay back down. You sit next to him on the bed,

“My overnight bag,” 

“No,” Vil groans, “I don’t want to get you sick,” he frowns. 

“Well, I don’t want you to not take care of yourself,” Vil huffs, “I’m going to stay here, and if I get sick I get sick.” He gives up the battle, closing his eyes and pulling his covers up. 

“Okay fine,” he pauses and then after a moment he quietly asks, “can you get me more juice? Please?”

The rest of the night you tend to his needs. He (begrudgingly) eats some soup, downs more juice than you would believe, watches a movie, goes through an entire box of tissues, and forces you to help him through his skin care routine as best as you can without getting out of bed. You manage to pull a few giggles from Vil as you fumble through his extensive routine.

He falls asleep early, and you tidy up the room so when he wakes he isn’t furious. You do a bit of homework, eat some dinner, then change into your pajamas, and do your nightly routine. 

After that you slip into bed next to your beautiful boyfriend, pull him close to you and drift off to sleep.

You awake to a wetness on your legs. When you look over, Vil is still fast asleep. As you become more conscious you put two and two together and figure he wet the bed. You curse yourself for not making him use the bathroom before he fell asleep. Ever so gently, you nudge him until- with a loud sniffle- he flutters his pretty lashes at you and opens his purple eyes.

He looks completely dazed.

"Whu-" he cuts himself off with a sniffle. "Why am I wet?" He rasps, looking down between the two of you. 

"I think you wet the bed," you answer timidly. Vil shoots his gaze back up to look at you, his eyes wide. 

"No," he hisses, and scampers out of the bed like it's on fire.

"Vil," you try calling out to him, but he's quickly making his way to the bathroom attached to his dorm. He slams the door behind him as you get out of the bed. By the time you reach the door you hear him retching. 

With renewed fervor you open the door to find Vil over the toilet, emptying his stomach. Cooing and shushing, you make yourself comfortable next to him, gathering his hair up into a makeshift ponytail with one hand, while the other rubs his back lovingly. 

Luckily he only pukes once, but he stays there for a bit, sniffling and dry heaving over the bowl. 

Carefully he moves his head away when he's done, then wipes his face with his hand. He looks defeated. You flush the toilet and pull him into your arms, still cooing softly. Vil clings to you loosely- he used a lot of energy in the last few moments. 

"I'm so sorry," he whimpers into your chest. You kiss the top of his head, 

"It's okay Vil, you're okay," you reassure. Truthfully none of this has bothered you. In fact, it's almost nice to be able to take care of your lover without him needing to have control over one thing or another. You'd never say that out loud though.

"To see me like this must be," he sniffles, "upsetting to say the least." You hum, 

"It's not. I mean, I don’t like that you’re not feeling well, but I still think you're the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on," Vil pulls away, shock evident on his face.

"Seriously?" You smile lovingly. 

"Of course. You may not feel your best, but nothing about you has changed in my eyes," he bites his lip at your words, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Don't," he sniffles, takes a big breath and collects himself, "do not make me cry right now with how sweet you're being," he pouts. You laugh softly,

"Okay, alright, I'm sorry," you kiss his flushed cheek. "How about you brush your teeth while I get a shower started for us. That sound good?" Vil nods. You rise to your feet first, reaching out and helping him next. 

He does as he's told while you turn on the lights and start a warm shower. You step in before Vil does and you can hear him rustling around before he steps in with you. 

It's then that you notice he's hard. "When did this happen?" You ask carefully, feeling him up a bit. Vil moans, resting his head on your shoulder. 

"Not sure," you can tell that’s a lie from a mile away. For such a talented actor he can never seem to hide anything from you. You squeeze him tighter in your hold, "ah, it's been like that since I woke up," he confesses easily.

You stroke him slowly, "wow," you murmur, a tad impressed with how he's managed to stay erect. "Even when you were puking?" Vil doesn't react for a minute then he nods, making you let out a pleased hum. "Disgusting," you comment lightheartedly and he keens at that, his hips stuttering into your grasp.  

His reactions get to you, making blood rush to your dick. 

"I think I should clean up my nasty boy huh?" Vil nods and sniffles in response.

Never before would you have entertained the idea of washing someone as foreplay, but Vil has certainly expanded your horizons. 

You coat your hands in a body wash that smells divine, and begin to run your hands along Vil's soft body. You start at his shoulders, rubbing your soapy hands over his tense muscles. Slowly, your hands make their way to his chest, and Vil’s eyes- which had closed as you worked out a knot on his shoulder- flutter open when your fingers brush over his nipple. 

“Oh,” he sighs softly, then sniffles. You roll his nipples between your fingers, feeling them harden under your touch.

"Filthy," you mumble under your breath. Vil begins to moan what sounds like your name, then pauses to inhale sharply. He does it again, then sneezes onto your chest. It shouldn’t excite you as much as it does.

Vil’s hands fly up to his face, to wipe away the snot there. He cleans his hands off in the shower spray and turns to you, “sorry,” he sounds so congested as he looks away bashfully. You pull him into a kiss,

“Don’t be,” you murmur against his lips, and trail your hands lower. Vil lets out heavy breaths, interrupted infrequently by sniffles.

Teasingly you run your soapy hands past his dick, rubbing his soft thighs, then moving around back to touch his ass. Vil rests his head on your shoulder, his hands finding your hard cock. He strokes you slowly, maybe because of fatigue or maybe because he’s teasing you as much as you’re teasing him.

“I’d love to feel you inside me,” he confesses nasally, then lets out another sneeze. You feel your dick twitch and then cringe, because you know he felt that. Vil moves to look you in the eye, “Was that because you want to be inside me or because of…” he trails off. 

You run your finger over his hole to carefully avoid answering the question. 

Vil, predictably, doesn’t let it go. “Hey- ah,” he grinds himself against your finger, “answer me,” he gives you his best pout, “please?”

“Probably a bit of both,” you admit, pressing your finger slowly inside. Vil sniffles, and strokes you faster. He returns his head to your shoulder, still lazily grinding himself against your finger. 

“I do really want you inside of me,” he muses wantonly. 

“Think you can handle that?” you ask, concerned about how much stamina he has while sick. Before being able to answer, Vil gets cut off by a sneeze attack. You can feel him tense and shudder around your finger with each one. Desperately you want to feel what it’d be like if Vil had a sneeze attack while seated on your cock. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” he whines once he catches his breath. Later you’ll probably curse yourself for caving so quickly, but you can’t possibly deny him when he sounds so helpless.

“Okay,” you give in, kissing him and adding another finger. You’re lucky your fingers are slicked up with soap. Vil is- like always- so deliciously tight. What takes you by surprise is how hot his hole is. Imagining him engulfing you is enough to thin your patience significantly. 

Hastily you scissor and stretch him open for you. Vil has taken to resting most of his weight on you, stroking your dick clumsily while letting out heavy breaths and sniffles. 

“Please,” he whines, fluttering around your fingers, “fuck me.”

With a groan you remove your fingers, causing Vil to whine and rut himself against you impatiently. You remove Vil’s fondling hands from your dick, and take a second to lube up your shaft with the body wash. With minimal effort you grab Vil’s ass then hoist him up- he squeaks cutely, and clings to you. You then stabilize him by pressing him against the shower wall. 

As you line yourself up with his hole you kiss him, then slowly press into him. Vil tightens his legs around you, quickly bringing you in deeper; his nails are digging into your back by the time you bottom out. 

To let him adjust, you keep your hips static. Vil pulls away from your lips with a sharp inhale. You, sensing where this will lead, eagerly watch him with bated breath. Vil inhales again, then looks away to sneeze. He has a small attack, but with each one you can feel him clench and tense around you.

With a groan you bury your head into his chest, and slowly grind into him. Once his sneezing is done Vil moans your name like a plea,

“Faster,” he whines. With his permission you begin to snap your hips, creating a steady and quick pace. 

Vil slumps against you, and while he has his arms and legs wrapped around you, he’s all dead weight right now. You’re glad you’re already in the shower, because the sweat beading down your skin from the process of holding him up and fucking him good would be uncomfortable otherwise. 

“God, hah, you’re so hot,” you mumble into his chest. Vil moans, fluttering around you.

“Please,” he sniffles, “touch me, ah, please,” you groan shaking your head, 

“I can’t, fuck, baby I hav’ta hold you up,” you explain breathlessly. Vil whines, bringing an arm from around your neck to jerk himself off. As soon as he touches himself he lets out a sneeze, again tensing around you, clenching you in a way that has you leaking pre. 

"I'm-" he sniffles and for a second you think he'll sneeze again, "I'm going t'cum, ah-" and then he does sneeze again. The way he clenches so tightly around you pulls you over. You snap your hips into him as you pump him full of your cum. Vil keens, stroking himself a few more times before cumming as well. 

You fuck him through his orgasm, whispering praises as soon as he comes down from his high and his breathing slows. 

"There we go," you coo, watching as he closes his eyes. He's never been this tired out afterwards, but then again you've never fucked him while he was sick before either. 

You pull out and set him gently down on the shower floor. Luckily the water is still hot, so clean up is quick and mostly enjoyable. 

Once you're both clean, you wrap him in his unbelievably soft, fluffy towels and have him sit on the toilet. Vil has been letting you manhandle him around, completely void of any and all energy due to his condition.

"Stay here for a second, I'm going to change your sheets," you pull some of his damp hair away from his beautiful face and Vil makes a sound of acknowledgement.

Swiftly you change the sheets, and switch into some pj's, then retrieve Vil from his bathroom and dress him. 

He's nearly asleep by the time you tuck him into bed, but he's awake enough to kiss you back before you quickly fall asleep alongside him. 

Hopefully when you awake Vil is feeling better, and you're somehow still fine.

Though you sincerely doubt it, considering the way your nose has started to run.

[harrysgloves]

Welcome to the family.

story summary: Florence and Harry meet your family.

warnings: Dumb brothers / Language.

a/n: Absolutely HATE editing so that didn't happen. A quick blurb to get back into the swing of writing again since it's been a long time. Always love having ideas for the throuple so if you have any don't be shy! It takes me forever to write but I do read them all, promise! x Trish

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Your thumb tapped against your pointer finger, then your middle finger, then your ring finger, over and over again in a never ending loop while you counted silently to yourself.

One, two, three… three, two, one.

"What happens when they ask you about your futu-"

Shut up. Stop worrying.

One, you tapped your thumb firmly against your pointer.

"What if they only approve of one but not the other one?"

Two, thumb against your middle finger again.

"What if they think our relationship is weird or unhealthy? Will I care? I always care about what they think but does it really matter when I lov-"

"Love?" Harry sighed, his hand squeezed the inside of your thigh, calling your attention to him. "Gotta get out of your head, yeah."

"Know, H."

"Gonna make Flor nervous if you're like this when she wakes up."

You quickly glanced over your shoulder to make sure the very sleep-deprived blonde who stayed up half the night worrying about this trip, was still sound asleep in the back seat. A small sigh of relief left your lips when you saw her eyes were still closed shut, her chest softly rising and falling.

"Fuck," You mumbled under your breath, your hand gripped tightly around the steering wheel. "I'm sorry, I just- well, I've never had anyone meet all of them before."

He barely had a moment to breathe before you were anxiously rambling off every anxiety-ridden thought that was running through your mind.

"And it's not like this is necessarily a standard relationship and I don't want anyone to be rude on accident and hurt your or Flor's feelings."

"They won't, kitten."

"They probably will."

"And if they do, we'll deal with it." Hjs fingers dug deeper into your thigh for a brief moment, trying his best to softly reassure you from the passenger seat. "We're both really excited to meet them all, everything is going to be fine."

You sighed, hoping that your family could keep it together for one meal. Three hours tops of you being there, maybe less if you could get away with it.

>>>

"About time!" You heard your brother yelling out to you before you had a chance to put the car in park, your middle finger raised high in the air as your car came to a lurching hault.

"That one's Jason, right?"

"Yup, youngest and dumbest one." You rolled your eyes as the hoard of now adult children came filtering out of the house. You were sure talk of you bringing your partners to dinner was the only topic they'd been talking about all day.

"We can leave anytime you want to, okay?"

Your words were meant to be assuring, but they seemed to have the complete opposite effect. Her pretty face deflated at the sound of them. The corners of her lips turned down, deep. That fleeting flash of worry painted her face as well as Harry's. Though, he was much, much, better at hiding it.

"Do you- uhm, do you think they're not going to like us?" She asked through a small voice.

You'd never seen her really, truly, doubt herself before. She was always confident, not in a snobby way, but she was sure of herself. She never needed to worry before, never caring for too long if someone did particularly like her.

Until now.

To Florence, this felt like one of those make-or-break moments in a relationship. After meeting your family, you'd both meet hers, maybe a vacation to see hers and then Harry's in one trip.

Maybe then they could convince you to give up that crummy apartment that you were a bit attached to. You three could have a life together, beyond squeezing in time whenever possible, and it'd start right here.

"No, Flor, of course they're going to like you. I'm just worried that someone will say something really insensitive. Especially, Raph, he can be a real dick when he wants to be."

"Just go in and be yourself. They'll love you." That toothy smile you loved so much spread across his face making his dimples pop. His ring-fingered hand laced through Flor’s soft and delicate thin fingers, pulling them to his lips to kiss lightly. "And you, stop worrying so much, it's going to be a good time."

"Awe, our sweet little voice of reason.” You teased, his green eyes rolled at your comment, an unamused chortle leaving his lips.

“You’re just upset that I always got to calm you two down.”

“‘S right?”

“Yeah.”

“H, what about the Men’s magazine saying you weren’t the most fashionable guy of the year?” Florence questioned from the back, that honey-sweet voice not for a second masking the venom in her words.

“Oi!” The look of complete betrayal painted his face, his voice rising to levels you didn’t know it could go to had you laughing in the seat beside him almost uncontrollably. “You both said we wouldn’t bring that up again.”

“Shouldn’t say we need to be calmed down all the time then.” Florence snipped back but that hint of a playful smile still played at the corner of her lips as she quickly checked her purse to make sure nothing fell out on the drive. “Now come on before I have another freak-out.”

>>>

The house had been the same for as long as you could remember. Your dad, as great as he was, never really got into decorating.

The same red oak hardwood floors that lined the house when you were a child still ran through the entire first floor, up the stairs that you slipped and busted your lip on when you were 6 years old. Over and up onto the second floor where all your bedrooms were when you were kids.

The place was filled with memories, the walls of the house held onto so many stories, both good and bad. You wondered one day if the next person who lived here would question why the piece of trim beside your bedroom door was completely gone or who had drawn a treasure map in the linen closet.

You could have gotten lost in the nostalgia if it wasn’t for the cold sweat of anxiety that laced itself through the front of your hair. Your hands gripped tightly onto both Harry’s and Flor’s as you led them through the front entrance towards the kitchen where you could hear the usual boisterous laughter and chatting from the hoard of siblings you had.

“Finally!” Jason yelled through the noise of everyone before your foot even hit the tile flooring. The complete silence that followed as they all one-by-one turned their heads to your direction made your throat dry.“Thought you three were going to stay in the car the whole time.”

“Leave them alone.” Your dad mumbled as he moved across the kitchen to where you three were standing. Both hands in yours tightened against your own.

“It’s so nice to meet you both, finally.” That warm smile wide on his face, a hint of amusement in his eyes as they traveled down to where your fingers were tightly laced together. “Thought Y/N was never going to bring you ‘round.”

“Dad.” Your eyes widened, giving him the silent sign to stop saying things like that, even though you knew this conversation would be far from over.

“What? It’s true!”

“Yeah, Y/N it’s been six months. We were pretty sure you were lying about them dating you.” Tomás snickered from the other side of the room, adding fuel to the flames.

“You’ve picked her up at Harry’s house before.” Jack rolled his eyes, shoving a piece of food down his throat.

“So?” Tommy questioned, his eyebrows raised as he stared Jack down. “She could be a crazy stalker fan for all we know!”

“She’s definitely crazy.” Raph chuckled, shaking his head.

“Yeah, don’t you remember the time in 6th grade when she-” Jason started, the little shit, you knew he’d been dying to lay out your embarrassing stories for weeks now.

“Okay!” You yelled out before the story could continue.

“No, wait,” Florence piped up from your left side, her hand leaving yours as she glided across the room to the available seat at the breakfast bar. “I’d love to hear that.”

“Me too, actually.” Harry smiled down to you before letting go of your other hand, your dad seizing the moment to clap a hand around his shoulder in the typical dad sort of way as they both walked off to join the rest.

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It had been 3 hours, 3 hours of tale after tale of every questionable moment you had in life blasted out with no care about how mortified you were.

“Then she decided to eat it!”

“Oh no!” Florence whined in disgust, her beautiful eyes judging deep into your soul as Harry laughed wholeheartedly from the other side of you.

“It was a birthday cake!” You reasoned back.

“Made of mud, Y/N.” Raphael stated, your face blistering with heat as everyone giggled again.

“Not that this isn’t great but…” Jason drew out, your heart instantly dropped to your ass at his tone. This was the moment you were worried about. “Aren’t we all supposed to start grilling you two at some point?”

Your pleading for this to not happen at family dinner was drowned out by Florence and Harry’s agreement.

Why the fuck would you agree to this? Was what you were hoping your disbelieving look to both of them conveyed, their hands rested in unison on your thigh, giving reassuring squeezes. Harry’s half shrug and Flor’s sweet smile tried to calm you down but you knew that wasn’t possible, not with your nightmare crew of brothers all patiently waiting to metaphorically pounce on the opportunity to run them off.

“Right then, how does sex work?”

You choked on the air you were breathing, coughing profusely as your face heated. Desperately, you chugged the glass of wine in front of you to stop the fit of shock and the urge to strangle Jason.

“¡Pendejo!” Tomás yelled as an uproar started around the family dinner table.

“I was just asked what everyone was thinking!’

“No one was thinking that!”

“That’s our fucking sister! The last thing I want to think about is her sex life!”

“Is it always like this?” Florence asked from beside you, her face leaned in close to yours to keep everything more private, which was super unnecessary since your brothers were now yelling in multiple languages as loudly as possible.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Is Jack speaking Italian?” Harry leaned over to whisper from beside you, not a hint of being embarrassed or uncomfortable anywhere in either one of them.

“More like cursing but yes.” You quickly reached for the bottle of wine that was in the middle of the table, trying your best to not cause too much motion and catch their attention.

“Why couldn’t you ask them something normal?” Raphael actually stuck up for you, a moment that didn’t happen often. “Like when are you moving in together or are you going to make Y/N finally get her own cat and stop stealing her neighbors.”

“You guys leave Marshmallow out of this!” You jumped forward in your seat, not wanting them to drag that poor cat through this fight. You’d guard him with your life.

“Yes.” Harry’s calm and collected voice broke lowly through the sea of argument.

“What?” You asked, wiping around to see them both wordlessly communicate with each other the way they always had.

“Yeah, we want to get our own cat, eventually.” Harry clarified for the group. Each brother gently sat back down in their seat, eyes wide with curiosity, lines of questions waiting to pour from their mouths.

“Mhm,” Florence hummed, her glass of wine in her other hand sat down on the table in front of her. “Maybe name it Graham Cracker and take it to visit Marshmallow when we finally get this one to agree to move in.”

Your eyes widened, emotions you had a hard time processing bubbled deep within you. You were always too scared to ask where this went past 6 months, a year, 5 years. A part of you assumed, especially since they have both separately told you they love you but you still feared, still had that doubt in the back of your mind.

“What about you know… long term?” Raphael asked, cutting off the welling tears trying their best to build up in your eyes.

“Haven’t forced her to have that conversation yet, she’s a bit skittish.” Harry joked, lightening the mood slightly but you didn’t want to get off-topic, maybe you’d finish this conversation in the car and this was the door that needed to be opened in order to be more vulnerable with them.

“What happens when Y/N gets her next movie deal and has to travel for work?” Ralph the detective asked again but your eyes were constantly bouncing between the both of them. Each one sat cool and calm like they’d known the answers without having to think about them, without having to search for anything to say because the answers were already written into their own hearts.

“We’ll figure it out, just like we’re figuring out how to deal with the media, tour dates, and family. Not going to be easy, but…”

“We’ll figure it out together.” Harry finished the sentence Flor had started and suddenly, it felt like you were the only three in the room, the words leaving your mouth without a single care about your family hearing you declare them.

“I love you.”

“Welcome to the family, you two.” Your dad’s joyful voice plopped you back into reality, your brothers all agreeing with the words he’d said but you could only think of one thing: You couldn’t wait to tell them over and over again, ‘I love you'.