#although I’m about to switch to tea for the day now

[princessfbi]

[blkkizzat]

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟷........... THE STRONGEST ......filed under the that's not my jjk man series

visitor log: its midday and your clingy-ass boyfriend—gojo satoru—should be hard at work right getting rid of these doppels not knocking at your door—gotta be a fake... right?! classifications: bimbo!reader (canonverse of otaku!gojo's bunny!reader), yandere-esque Gojo, nipple play, recorded sex, lots of sex toys, dirty talk, panty theft, extreme overstim + slight omorashi. incidents: 4.4k .......shout outs to @yung-notorious for beta-ing some of this!

*knock-knock-knock-knock-knock*

Rapid, insistent knocks interrupt your laughter as you chat with friends, carefully brushing a fresh coat of polish onto your toes. You weren’t expecting anyone, but the familiar, overly enthusiastic rhythm—knocking out the tune of Rick Astley’s "Never Gonna Give You Up"—leaves no doubt who it is.

Satoru.

You sigh.

Although you haven’t seen Gojo much lately and are usually happy to see him, his timing this time irritates you for a couple reasons—first, of course he’d interrupt right in the middle of your much-needed girl time! You were desperate to hang with your friends again, especially after being stuck in lockdown for the last 2 weeks.

There was some juicy tea getting spilled on the call too! 

More importantly, you weren't in a hurry to get up from the sofa—especially with your freshly painted white toes you’d propped up on the coffee table to dry. The last thing you wanted was to ruin them by getting dust on them while answering the door when Gojo wasn’t even supposed to be here right now.

“BBL, y’all.”

Reluctantly ending the call, you switched over to your Ring camera app. 

Sure enough, the security feed loads to reveal Gojo, grinning up at the camera with his glasses perched on the brim of his nose and a large pink shopping bag in hand.

Huh? There’s no way he’s off-work already! 

Taking note of the time it reads 1:30 p.m. confirming that Jujutsu society’s strongest sorcerer is skipping out on work, again—pshh typical. 

“C’mon babe, let me in!”

Urgh, what was he even doing here?! 

Shouldn’t he be the one leading the charge to kill all the doppelgängers? The faster he exorcized them, the sooner you’d finally be able to go outside again.

This doppelgänger outbreak felt like covid quarantine all over and it sucked! 

Satoru needed to get his ass back to work so you wouldn’t waste the best years of your life cooped up inside!

“Go away, doppelgänger!”

You use the intercom feature to speak to Gojo, still not budging from the sofa.

Gojo pouts.

“But it's me, baby! Open the door Bunny bae, please I missed you princess—it’s been too long!”

Satoru’s annoyingly pretty baby blues look even bigger as he pleads into the camera, his lip quivering, making you roll your eyes.

It’s barely been 48 hrs since you’ve last seen him and he still blows up your texts all day! 

But the world’s strongest sorcerer was also the world’s clingiest—so you suppose his doppelgänger would be too. Although, you were pretty sure this was the real deal, that still didn’t mean you wouldn’t give him shit for skipping out on work.

“Huh, that’s funny because there's no way you could be my boyfriend, Gojo Satoru, the strongest—and the one who is supposed to be making sure I’m not stuck in the house for another 2 years. It’s been freaking 2 weeks already Toru, I’m going batshit in here!”

Pushing his glasses back in place Gojo hides his scoff, standing up straight. 

Shit.

He hopes you aren’t onto him. 

Sure, he could have contained this whole thing in a few days tops.

Despite the doppelgänger ability to mimic appearances and cursed energy patterns, Gojo’s Six Eyes could see right through it easily. His power allowed him to perceive the core of a soul with perfect clarity, instantly distinguishing the souls of a human and a curse.

But instead of resolving the problem quickly, Gojo made up all kinds of excuses to you (and especially to the higher-ups) about why it was taking longer than expected. 

The truth was, simple though—for once, just this once, he decided he had earned the right to be selfish.

Not having met you until after the covid quarantine, Gojo had never experienced that kind of isolation with you—and was immensely jealous that your last boyfriend had. Now that he had a taste of it, there was nothing he wanted more than to keep his lil bun-bun safely caged up, waiting for his return everyday (and he did try to make it back everyday).

Okay, so he is in fact being really selfish.

Luckily for everyone else though, most of these doppelgänger  curses are relatively harmless other than causing absolute chaos with their mere existence alone—unfortunately they could also be seen by people even lacking cursed energy.

Gojo took care of the stronger ones, the ones with more nefarious intentions, while letting the little ones continue to run loose—all so he could have you to himself. 

Unbeknownst to you, Gojo is intentionally sentencing you to what seems like a never ending cycle of boredom so that when he finally gets home you cling to him like a grain of sweet sticky rice. So eager for any external stimuli or interaction you’d be up for all manner of his perversions you’d normally shoot him down for.

That didn’t mean you weren’t still a brat though, making him work for it—something that Gojo also noted was his fault though for spoiling you rotten, not being able to deny you anything. So you pretend to be annoyed when he showed up, but Gojo knew the truth—those thick thighs of yours would soon have your slick running down. Your cute, slutty lil pussy dripping would start dripping the moment you’d hear his voice.

Yeah, yeah, he’d get rid of those things eventually—but Gojo was going to enjoy this quarantine with you for a bit longer. 

“Even the strongest need a break baby! I need my sweet lil’ energizer Bunny to recharge my batteries, eh?”

You crinkle up your nose seeing him wiggle his eyebrows on camera. 

He's such a dorky cornball.

“And this break…it’s approved by Yaga, hm?” Gojo whines at your questioning, not wanting you to deny him any longer nor throw technicalities in his face he didn’t wanna have to answer.

“Come on, Bunny! I even brought you real nice gifts to show you how much I missed you!”

The hot pink shopping bag sways in front of the camera, Gojo dangling it as if it were supposed to be a tempting treat. 

But he’d have to do better than some generic pink shopping bag to impress you!

You’ve gone back to your toenails, starting to apply the top coat while you let him squirm out there for a while longer. You knew he could break the barrier in the blink of an eye but you also knew that he was a big enough baby to want you to let him in on your own. 

Well tough luck brah.

“That sure doesn’t look like a Chanel shopping bag, Toru!”

“Um, that’s cause it’s not—Bunny you told me you don’t even like me picking you out clothes anymore!”

You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes—of course you said that as whenever Gojo picked something out for you, it ended up being the most scandalous or over-the-top piece in the store. How he would even managed that at a classy brand like Chanel, you had no idea. (Though, little do you know, in reality, he always acted they were ready-to-wear while they were custom-made—just for you.)

“I got us some toys, baby bun! Don’t you wanna play with me?”

You don’t need to ask him ‘what kind of toys’ from the goofy ass expression that is on his face. 

“That’s not making me want to let you in at all, Doru!”  

“Hah? Wha—Doru!?”

“Yeah, short for Dopple-Toru.”

You try to keep a straight face but can’t help giggling as you sneak a peek at your phone, still putting on as if you're completely ignoring him. His expression on the camera is priceless though and you wish you could snap a screenshot of his mouth wide open, glasses nearly sliding off, looking utterly incredulous.

“Hey! Come on, Bunny bae, that's not funny! I know you know it’s me—and I also know your pretty pussy misses me!” 

Oh knew, it was your perv ass boyfriend and yeah you did miss him—but you missed your freedom more! And for that reason you are gonna make him think twice before trying to skip out on work again. Not to mention, for having the nerve to show up once you finally found something interesting to stave away your boredom other than him!

“Hmm, I don’t know—prove it then, Doru…”

While Gojo loves goading you into playing games and usually lets you win them too, after nearly 48 ‘grueling hours’ away from you, all he wants now is to simply relax in your company. Ya know, nothing too crazy, just the typical cuddles with him calmly resting his face on your titties while his cock nestles deep up against your cervix—just something casual.

Gojo calling your bluff, ups the ante.

“Heh, kay…”

You’re actually not paying attention this time, admiring your work on your toes and contemplating on the color you should paint your fingernails as Gojo goes silent for a moment. 

Yet once you hear a loud zip, the rustling of fabric, and a belt clank to the ground your eyes practically bulge out of your head as you grab your phone, bringing it comically close to your face while blinking multiple times just to be sure. 

Satoru quite literally has dick and balls out, dangling in the breeze, in front of the entire goddamn neighborhood!

And despite your initial horror and best efforts to remain upset, you pause, your inner slut causing a slight brain malfunction—as even from the small ring camera you can see his deliciously thick cock bobbing fully erect while his mushroomy tip shamelessly drips viscous globs of pre onto your welcome mat.

Thankfully your short-circuiting of common sense only lasts a few seconds before it starts functioning again.

“TORU HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING SUGAR-FUELED MIND!? YOU KNOW THE HOA IS ONE MORE INCIDENT AWAY FROM KICKING ME OUT, RIGHT!?”

Sighing, you groan in dismay as you’ve been on thin ice with your HOA for a while now because of Gojo. 

Not only have you received the most noise complaints in the neighborhood by far, but he also made ‘alterations’ to your home by installing unsanctioned rows of cypress trees. Claiming it was a safety precaution to block the view inside your home from your ‘sketchy neighbors.’ He also ever so obnoxiously takes up 2 parking spots on the street so no one could even “park too close to scratch his Benz” and even sometimes double parked in front of your neighbors house when all the street parking was taken.

You would most definitely be kicked out if anyone in the neighborhood saw all of Gojo’s fairly large bits and pieces freely on display.

And yeah, Gojo did know that. 

He also knew if you got kicked out and had to move you’d have no excuse then not to move-in with him.

Where else would you be able to stay on such short notice? He soon turn that temporary situation into a more permanent one too.

Finally leaping to your feet, you practically trip over yourself—all thoughts of preserving your polish forgotten—as you sprint to the front door.

You can’t get there fast enough, yet as soon as you do, you don't hesitate to lower the barrier and fling the door open.

“Hey sweetn—”

Cutting him off, you grab Gojo by his collar and yank him inside before slamming the door shut behind you.

But you don’t get a chance to scold him. The moment you turn to face him, your lips suddenly meet his, and his large frame envelops yours into a warm embrace.

Your first instinct is to push him away, but even when meeting your furious eyes he just grins knowingly—twirling his pointer finger in the air above him. You frown, confused, until it hits you—Gojo has set up another barrier over your own.

No one could have seen him, but he’d let you believe that so you’d let him in faster.

Urgh, Toru is far too crafty for his own damned good.

It's your turn to pout now, having clearly lost this round badly. 

But Gojo doesn’t let the expression linger—his mouth is hot and hungry on yours again in an instant. Your soft lips are easily parted by his thumb as he slows to tease his way past your lips to glide his silken tongue into your mouth causing him to sigh—you taste sweeter than any candy to him.

The kiss soon turns more passionate as the strokes of his tongue flick longingly over yours, devouring you as he skillfully melts away your anger—in addition to all the bones in your legs. Reduced to a puddle of goo you completely forget you were just about to cuss him out as your legs now press together from the throbbing between your thighs. Your need becoming more agonizing as you grow dizzy from the lack of air.

When Gojo finally lets you breathe again, he chuckles at your dazed expression. Your lids are lowered and you press your body deeper into his own, clutching onto his collar as you nestle your face into his neck, savoring his scent washing over you. 

“So despite all that sass, I take it you actually missed me then?”

You nod eagerly against his skin, in spite of yourself. Even though he isn’t supposed to be here right now, you can’t hold back any longer how happy you are to see him.

“And my pretty Bunny girl is going to let me play with her now?—All of her?”

You gasp as Gojo does not wait for an answer before slipping a hand into your shorts. Hissing at your heat, Gojo swipes his thumb over the outer folds of your cunt and his fingers quickly are becoming soaked before they even got the chance to get up inside you.

Placing a chaste kiss on your temple Gojo's agile fingers had merely confirmed what he already knew: You’re utterly drenched—his needy, cute lil’ pussy was quite literally begging for him and who was he to deny her?

ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩

“F—Fuck! P-pussy too good. Keep the phone up though, nice and straight Bunny! T-That’s it, you’re the best! SHIIIIT— n’you got the cutest sluttiest lil cunny! C-Can you get a close up of how well my cock is digging out your pretty lil’ bunny hole?”

“Mmmgh!”

Gojo’s filthy words and his even filthier fat cock are bringing you closer to your ecstasy filled ruin as they push you past your limits, engorged veins scraping your walls with every thrust. You're covered in sweat and your entire body buzzes—quite literally as there are vibrating clamps suctioned onto each of your nipples. 

Mmmm, it all was driving you wild!

Not imagining yourself in this position when you woke up this morning at all.

Especially as initially, when Gojo said he bought toys, you thought he had meant fuzzy handcuffs, silken ropes or maybe even some more of that warm edible candle wax that tastes like strawberries—but all this!? 

You could barely see out of your bleary, tear-filled eyes completely caking your cheeks in streaks of your mascara that while supposedly waterproof, definitely is not Gojo Satoru proof. 

In addition to the mind-numbing bliss radiating off your swollen perky buds, your body was covered in some sort of edible oily slick. The warmth was initially similar to that of candle wax—yet morphed into anything but. This time the heat was coming from the flames your own body generated as the effects of the candied warming oil made every part of you saturated in the fluid buzz with need. 

Of course, after soaking your body with it down the tips of your toes and paying extra attention to your nipples, Gojo had been thoughtful enough to pour the most of the remaining bottle over your throbbing lil’ clit. 

Except now there isn’t just a shallow throb between your legs as the fiery sensation of every individual nerve in your cunt was cries out for him to ruin you harder. 

Your legs are wrapped around him impossibly tight as your heels dig into the small of his back and yet somehow, he still manages to snake a hand between your slippery bodies to pet his favorite girly spot on you—your clit. Toying with the swollen nub in a painfully slow manner compared to the intensified thrashing of his hips against your own. 

The motions only serve to push the heart-shaped platinum and pink sapphire adorned butt plug deeper into your ass with every loud vulgar smack of your wet bodies joining—the strange feeling of it jostling against the very walls his cock was drilling has you drooling as Gojo further tests the limits of passion he can push over.   

“C’mon Bunny, you're going to miss the best part, ya better capture it really well how much squirt I can pump out of this cute cunny—or we’ll simply just have to do another take. Not that I’d mind spending all day in your pussy…”

You're not in your right mind to scold him for trying to skip out on more work and you certainly don't have the full capacities to hold his phone up any better—what with your hands were tied together over your head to the bed. Gojo utilizing the fuzzy cuffs afterall.

You can’t even really see if you are getting the right angle as you desperately hold onto the device, keeping it straight and upright lest it slip and drop right on your head. 

“Always such a good girl for me huh, princess?”

Tuh—like he was giving you a choice!

You're unable to clap back though as your tongue, so lax from all the pleasure, sinks back to the roof of your mouth. The slobber gathered pools past your lips, over your chin, down your neck to your tits and Gojo is eager to slurp the train up your body and back to your lips, kissing you. 

It goes without saying, but Gojo in ‘director’ mode is absolutely diabolical. 

The reason being needs the perfect footage of him playing in your guts to make sure he had good enough material to fap to if you wanted him to spend more time away from you while he hunted down the doppel-curses.

“Be good for me a bit longer, ‘kay baby?”

Yet his gentle coos don’t match his demeanor. 

Glasses long discarded, Gojo’s own blue eyes looked crazed. He’s unconcerned with the sweat matting his hair to the sides of his face or the wave of slick your pussy splashes onto his taut abs. Abs are shuddering from just how tight of a hold your pussy has on him—working him overtime as his heavy pants soon twist into deranged lil whines.

“M-Me and my lil’ buddy missed our two girls so, so, s-sooo much—AH-HAH-F-FAHHHCK! G-Gotta show ya just how much!” 

Shamelessly, Gojo had dubbed his cock—his little buddy—the joke that would have emasculated some men but Gojo made it intentionally with the irony that he was anything but little.

“T-They were made for each other baby—lil’ buddy and the wet pretty girl between these thighs, yeah?”

The ham that he is, Gojo always sounds extra insane whenever a camera is recording, howling with amusement when he watches the playbacks. Yet in this very moment, he was as serious as a heart attack—and you definitely weren't laughing as your weeping pussy gets pounded into deeper into ecstasy filled oblivion. 

“Shhh—Stawwp, S’toruuuuu!”

Tsk, you still could form a coherent thought?  

That simply wouldn’t do for Gojo who is working so hard and bought all these new toys to see you come completely undone—and he needed you too soon as he wouldn’t last much longer in your squishy gooey core himself—not how your cunt was holding him in the wettest sluttiest lil hug. 

There's still one item left that he hadn't used yet though, that in trying to keep up his sleeve he'd nearly forgotten about entirely—his own brain quickly leaving itself on simmer by your greedy lil’ pussy sucking him in so sloppy.

Slightly changing your position for more leverage, he throws one of your legs on his shoulder slotting himself between your cushy thighs while he straddles the other leg. Fucking you sideways with increasing intensity from the bruising grip on your hips pulling your pelvis towards on him as he meets your thrusts smacking directly into your cervix.

“Heh, I know what will finish you off! Ya ready to cum baby? Squirt all on this dick you love so much, eh Bunny?—Yeah ya fuckin' will.”

When you don’t answer right away Gojo delivers a harsh slap directly on your clit, the moisture causing the increased sting to intensify sending your senses into a state of floating. Yet, bringing you back to reality, another harsh smack lands on your cunt and you jerk against your restraints, nearly dropping the phone on your face for real this time.

You don’t understand what he's saying to you but you not regardless, eyes rolling back into your head—every single pore on your skin submerged in pleasure. Completely unaware, you don’t hear the additional buzz of the final toy until you feel its silicone lips latching onto your clit while the rigid faux tongue juts back and forth across your bud.

Eyes practically leaving your skull for the second time today, everything flashes white, blinding you even with your eyes wide open. A scream so guttural it comes out silent, the ball of tension in you finally bursting as releases flushes through your entire body.

Cumming harder than you ever had before, you just let go completely, gushing around Gojo’s thick cock still pistoning in your now drenched pussy. The splash zone from your cunt is quite a bit more than usual as a giant warm wet spot begins to soil and expand underneath you both.

Ears ringing, Gojo sounds a million miles away as you hear him chattering on about something—the phone?

You wiggle your fingers, realizing you must have dropped it, but you’re still clueless about what has him so excited—until Gojo’s voice finally slices through your haze, yelling out in absolute wonderment—

“HOLY SHIT BABY, DID YOU JUST PISS ON ME??? MMM FUCK ME FOR REAL!?—SHIT! YOU WETTER THAN A WATER PARK BUNNY—SO FUCKIN NASTY! PLEASEEEEEE PLEASEEEE TELL ME YOU GOT THAT ON CAMERA!”

Suddenly, it dawned on you that when you had let go, you had quite literally let it all go. 

You could die—and if you could muster the strength to move you surely would have raced out to the backyard to quickly dig yourself a whole to do just that in. Yet that clearly would not an acceptable conclusion for your degenerate perv of a boyfriend who is acting like a sinner saved—praising pussy like a newly reborn evangelist baptized in the essence of your erotic filth. 

His elation is simple as he figures how much you really had to trust him to be able to let go and lose yourself to him to that extent—now he wants to lose himself to you as well.

Easily drowning all inside your sloshing pussy like he never swam—Gojo doesn't stop, your pissing only encourages him to fuck himself further into a pussy drunk state to rival your own cock-induced stupor.

Yet, somehow he still maintains enough control to effectively lavish praises for how naughty and shameless your lil pussy is. 

The frenzy drives him directly to his nut, eyes dilate further and slobber frothes past his lips while spearing his cock into you with renewed vigor. Whimpering and stuttering his words and hips alike.  Gojo presses your leg draped across him back against you to be sandwiched between the two of you as leans forward to further ravage your swollen kiss bitten lips again. 

Twisting you up like a pretzel and near the point of passing out from overstimulation you his insane joyous laughter sounds miles away as he topples over his peak pumping ropes of his vicious cum—that he’d been saving up for all you over the last two days—into your battered creamy core. 

Gojo’s thrusts begin to slow but he’s in your guts just as far pushing cockhead right against your cervix stealing your lips into another fiery kiss.

Once Gojo finally lets you breathe air again, you’re completely out of it, the dopey blushing smile on your face. The embarrassment from pissing all over him is completely forgotten as hearts all for him linger in your eyes.

Sex with Toru was never dull to say the very least.

“There you go, there’s my good girl, huh Bunny? Not bored anymore baby?”

Gojo smirks down at you knowingly while peppering your face with sweet loving kisses as you’re steadily drifting off, allowing every exhausted nerve to claim you.

It's still a good minute before Gojo slides out of you, seeinghis discarded phone next to you—it's still recording. A mischevous smile plays on his lips.

Wanting to capture the aftermath of his handiwork, Gojo sweeps the phone across your body, thumbing off moisture from your dewy soft skin soiled with warming oil and sweat. Making sure to linger longer on your lightly heaving chest and the sporadic quiver of your thighs.

Zooming in even closer, Gojo’s two long fingers to part your swollen lips open, admiring more of his work—his masterpiece that was the copious amounts of cum and piss dribbling out of your abused lil’ hole down to the crack of your ass. 

Now Gojo really has a dilemma—he wants to keep filming you as his cum, ever so slowly, trickles out of you. He thinks this scene would make the perfect time-lapse of the creamy sap seeping from your cunt like sugar maple. But he’s also fighting the urge to also suck all the creaminess out of you himself—the cum rimming around your puckered lower hole tempting him to Gojo start there and slurp and suck his way up your clit. 

Truly, he never gets enough of how his taste mingles with yours—and he’s quite curious to know how the additional waterworks will add to your delectable flavor. 

You were so fucking filthy and so willing to try new things all thanks to this doppel quarantine causing you to make this big a mess in the first place.

God he needed this.

More. 

He had to have more from you. 

Gojo couldn’t possibly bring this all to an end anytime soon.  Cooing against your inner thigh Gojo makes a promise to your cunt.

“Heh, don't worry pretty girl, I'ma give you six more months of quarantine at least! Can't wait to—” 

“—TORU, ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW!?!?”

Whoops.

Yeah he definitely thought you were already fast asleep—teehee.

......RESULT: PASSED 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍—𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚒𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚎.

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[teaandransacking]

Heyyyyy <3

I just wanted to ask if you could write a Lockwood x reader where the reader can't sleep because she had to much coffee in the day because of pervious nights events and she needed the energy. So Lockwood cuddles with her until she falls asleep

Love flames xxxxx btw happy easter xxxxx

Of course! Thank you for the request <3

How much coffee can someone drink before the caffeine in it starts to give them adverse effects?

You stand in the kitchen of Portland Row, staring at the back of the tin of coffee. The only warning is: can lid and edges may be sharp after opening.

Fat lot of good that is, you think, snorting, and you’re about to spoon out another heap of coffee grounds into your mug when you notice your hand shaking a little.

Maybe it’s time to switch to decaf coffee. Or tea.

The kitchen door opens, interrupting you, and Lockwood saunters in. It’s the only way to describe his walk - although if Kipps is nearby, swagger works better.

He sniffs the air as he comes to stand next to you. “Not coffee again. Have you not tried tea?”

You shoot him a withering look. “Don’t you have any other jokes?”

He grins. “None you’d laugh at.” He takes a mug and a teabag from the cupboard, and looks at you again, and you get the feeling that he always sees more than you want him to. “Seriously, are you okay?”

You take a deep breath and sag against the kitchen worktop. “I keep thinking about the haunting last night. I expected it to be scary but instead, it was just…”

Letting your eyes drift closed, you picture the child ghost, scared, lashing out to protect itself from whatever, or more likely, whoever, had hurt it in life. 

“Sad,” Lockwood finishes, softly.

“And I don’t want to sleep, so.” You salute him with the empty mug.

He gently takes the mug from your hands. “I think I’m going to confiscate this and the tin of coffee. It’s about a hundred years old, anyway - definitely past its use by date.”

You chew your lip. “If you’re going to take the coffee away, I’ll need another way to stay awake.”

Lockwood shakes his head. “You’ve been awake for what, now - over twenty four hours? You need sleep, darling.”

The endearment makes your stomach flip in the most delicious way.

“But-”

“No buts.” He pushes aside his own mug. “What can I do to make you less afraid?”

A memory surfaces, but you hesitate.

He sees it. “What is it?

His voice is so gentle and his brown eyes are warm and bottomless.

“My mum used to curl herself around me, when I couldn’t sleep as a child.” Your face heats. “But I don’t-”

Lockwood nods, as if it’s settled. “That’s what we’ll do.”

You stifle a surprised laugh. You’ve been yearning after him for weeks and all you had to do was develop a little bit of insomnia?

Except it’s not really funny, is it? Not when you think back to the naked fear on that little visitor’s face.

“Are you sure?”

“I need my agents at full health,” he responds, but his tone is feather soft. He holds out his hand, palm up, and you put yours over it. His fingers curl around yours, and just that bit of contact sends every fibre of your being into a flurry of sparks.

Will you get any sleep with him so close?

“Where?” you ask.

“Your bed? If that’s okay, of course,” he adds.

That he’d repeatedly check with you is such a balm to your tired soul. “Yes. That’s perfect.”

Lucy and George are out. Lucy’s been drafted in as a deputy researcher today, so it’s just you and Lockwood at home. He leads you up the stairs to your room, and they creak under your steps, but it’s a happy, familiar sound.

You push the door open with your free hand.

“Pyjamas?” Lockwood asks.

“Nah.” You’re already wearing comfy clothes. Now that you’re faced with your bed, you’re exhausted. Tiredness drags at you with heavy hands. You yawn hugely.

“Excellent sleep prep,” Lockwood teases gently, as you toe off your slippers. 

You’re hesitant to get into bed, but he says, sensing your discomfort, “You go under the covers. I’ll go on top of them.”

“Thankyou.”

He inclines his head, says nothing, just waits for you.

You slip under the covers, but then your whole body tenses up. What if you dream of that small, sad face, frozen forever in fear?

Lockwood climbs on to the bed and settles in beside you.

“We put the child to rest,” he reminds you.

You turn to face him. “I’m afraid I’ll have a nightmare.”

Whisper-soft, he presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll stay here, so if you do, you can wake me up and tell me about it.”

You wouldn’t, you think. He always looks so tired. You wouldn’t wake him. You’d do anything to get him the rest he needs.

Maybe this will serve you both.

You snuggle up to him, as much as you can with the sheets and quilt between you. His lips are warm against your hairline. He folds his hands under his cheek and you do the same, facing each other like kids on a sleepover.

“Okay?” he asks.

Perfect. But you just say, “Yes. Thanks.”

But you can’t bring yourself to close your eyes.

Lockwood clears his throat and begins, “Did I ever tell you about the time George and I found a stray cat? It had this awful smell, and we decided to bathe it…”

The story is hilarious and sweet by turns, but you don’t hear the end. You fall asleep to Lockwood’s deep, soft voice and the feel of his warm body snuggled up to yours.

And in the morning, when you wake, rested, he’s snoring softly next to you, and it’s your new favourite way to wake up.

[loveneversleepss]

Felix as Yandere

Genre: Yandere!Felix x princess!female reader, old royalty era, arranged marriage ish?, tragic romance, Felix saves reader, switch povs.

warnings: suicidal thoughts/actions, angst, stalking, obsession, killing, descriptions of blood/gore, smut(duh), nicknames (sweetheart,Angel,wife), unprotected sex, oral (fem rec).

About 7500 words, I'm so sorry😭

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"When I think of you, I have another reason to live."

How could it come to this? The one person who has never once shown a frown, is giving up on life. I will help you, make you happy.

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"My lord.." I'm awakened to the sound of my servant. My eyes open slowly, the blackness fading away. He bows to me, "Sorry for disturbing your slumber, my lord." I get up, sighing heavily, "It's alright. What is it?" He stands up straight now, bringing his hands together. I bring my hands to my face, rubbing my eyes as my eyes are blurry from sleep. At the edge of the bed, my silk sheets are on the verge of collapsing off the ledge. He clears his throat before he begins to speak, "Lord bahng summons you to the tea room."

I groan and throw my sheets back on top of me. Lord Bahng. Also know as Chan, my most dearest friend since I was a child. We met during a festival. It was dark and I was lost. I was running around looking for my father. He had told me to stay close but I wandered off, chasing after my wooden ball. Once I retrieved it, I found myself lost. No clue where I was. I bundled up in a corner and sobbed tragically. Next thing I knew, a figure appeared in front of me. It was him.

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“Why are you crying?” I looked up from my hands, which are covered in tears. A boy stands in front of me with the most curious look. He looks a few years older than me. He bends down to my level and smiles slightly. “It’s okay. I can help you.” He reaches out his hand, although I don’t move to grab onto it. He slowly retrieves it back, “what’s your name?” I sniffle softly as I try to gain the strength to mumble my name, “Felix..” I say barely audible, he tilts his head. “Chicken?” He furrows his brows at me. I shoot him a glare and a big smile appears on his lips. “It’s Felix!” I yell to him and stand up angrily.

He looks at the ground and picks up my ball. “Well.. hello, Felix. I’m Chan.” He holds out the ball to me. I grab it swiftly and turn away from him. I begin to walk but stop. I have no idea where I am. Maybe.. he can help. I turn back to him and he is still looking at me. I bring my head down, feeling embarrassed that I just lashed out at him and are about to ask for help. “Sorry, that wasn’t kind of me.” I apologize sincerely and he waves it off. “How about we go eat some sweets, hm?” I bite my bottom lip at his offer. Just then my tummy grumbles, it has been a while since I’ve last eaten. I nod my head and his arm swings around me. “We’re going to have fun.”

~~

After that, I’ve been in his debt. Always wanting to please him and his wishes. I truly owe him for that day. I never felt seen before. With him in my life, I truly gained a brother. Although at times, he is a pain. “My lord, please.” I ignore him and try to fall back into my dream.

The dream that occurs every night, that haunts me. It's always the same. I'm laying on my back, my vision is foggy. A woman appears above me, speaking so softly. So delicate. Her hands touch my face, tender and warm. She strokes my cheek. “Are you hurt?” Her voice is one of angels, I could listen to it all day. Her scent is of jasmine flowers. Her whole demeanor is something heavenly. Despite all this, her face I could never see clearly. That is what keeps me up, I could swear that this isn’t a dream. More like a memory.

A memory that is deep within me. That wants me to remember but I can’t. It pains me deeply. If I could only see her face. My problem would be solved. And if she lived in my world. I would search to the ends to find her. To make her mine. I know it sounds silly. But I think I may have loved her at one point.

A loud slam comes from within the room. Next thing, I’m thrown off the bed. I turn quickly to see the culprit to see Chan standing above me. “Why are you so lazy?” I groan and stand up on my feet. “Why must you always be up so early? Do you even sleep?” I respond back and flop on my bed again. He pulls me by my feet and drags me off the bed. “Come on, we have to leave soon.” I stay on the ground as I look at him in disgust. “Where to?”

He begins to drag me by my feet, walking me out to the hallway. “To find you a suitor.” My eyes widen and I kick away his hand. I stand up swiftly, “have you lost it?!” He sets his hands behind his back, “no. It’s about time that you find a betrothed.” I groan as I step away to find the kitchen. He follows closely behind, “you are of age now. You’re the richest in the country. Talented. Handsome. You have plenty of ladies lining up for you.” I ignore him as I order the servants to make me breakfast.

I sit down at the table, pulling the chair out and laying my head in my hands. Chan continues blabbering about a suitor, even though I drown him out. He sighs heavily, finally noticing I’m not listening, “look, I know that you don’t care. But you need to do this, for your father.” I grab the knife that is with the rest of the cutlery, “you’re lucky I’m not throwing this at your head right now.” He rolls his eyes and confines, “I know that you believe your are destined to be with that woman in your dream. But face the truth, she doesn’t exist.”

Maybe he is right. What if she doesn’t exist? That she is just a figment of my imagination. “It’s just that.. maybe if I encounter her. I would recognize her on the spot. That i could remember..” My expression saddens as does the rest of the room. “Listen. You have to to find a suitor. You are the head of the mansion. Your father always wanted to see you marry well. You have to fulfill his wish.” I roll my eyes. How could I forget that? It was his dying wish. Of course I have to grant it. But this doesn’t mean I have to forget about that woman.

He pats my back, “tonight, we are invited to banquet at the imperial palace.” I look at him not impressed. He groans loudly and steps back. “Don’t you know what this means?! You’ll get to see the crown princess perform.” I lean back in the chair as the servants come and set the food. He looks at me eagerly, awaiting my response. “I suppose that could be interesting. They say she’s the best dancer in the whole country.” He jumps in excitement, “that’s right! I’ll prepare the gifts.”

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All your life, you've felt empty. Like something was missing. You were always waiting for something. Although you didn't know what. You were taught from a young age to keep a smile on your face. To never let it fall. You were taught to be quiet and never speak up for yourself. You had to be the perfect easy child. Meanwhile your younger siblings had freedom to do whatever they wanted. But you could never say anything about it or how you felt. Because after all, how could the crown princess be upset?

Dancing was a way for you to get your mind off of things, Somehow dancing was something no one could get in the way in. Your body always knew what they were doing. How it worked to shape it into the move you wanted. Always letting your body lead and your mind go. Letting all your thoughts slip away. Quiet. You like quiet.

"Crown Princess. Your father invites you to go to the marketplace with him." Maybe a couple months ago, or even a year ago. You would be bursting with joy. But you're not. That's because whenever your father invites you out. It causes such a spectacle that you have to return home quickly. After all, you don't want to anger him. "I accept. help me get ready." "Yes, princess."

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"How are you doing today, my child?" Your father asks you, fanning himself lightly. You shoot him a reassuring smile, "I feel happy. I'm performing today for you." His clothing waves softly in the wind, his hair looks smooth and well kept. He always looks so clean. After all, he is the king. "Do you know why I'm holding a banquet today?" His tone sounds indifferent, like his usual business talk when he's with lords and nobles. You look at him confused, "No, father. Why are you holding a banquet today?"

He stops in his tracks, "Shall we eat something?" You don't question his hesitation to answer. You know better than to do that. In time, he will tell you. There must be a reason why he wants to sit in a secluded place. "of course, I'm craving meat." You two follow after your servants. Everywhere you go, servants and guards always go too. For your protection of course. Even though you'd rather not have them stealing your oxygen. You feel as if you are suffocating at times.

Platters and platters of dishes are set in front of you. You wait until your father first takes a bite which takes about 20 minutes. Due to him being bothered by multiple lords greeting him. You don't take a bite, you instead take a sip of your water. After a couple minutes you find the courage to pop the question. "Father, why are you holding the banquet today?" He wipes his face and takes a sip of water. His eyebrows furrowed, as if he is nervous of what he is about to say.

"Well as you know, you've become of age.." No way. He wouldn't. How could he do this? You assume the worst to come.

"I've invited suitors for you. For you to get married." Your heart sinks to your stomach at his words. You place your hands on the table in disbelief. You get up swiftly, scaring your father slightly, "How could you do this to me?! I'm not ready for this. I refuse!" You let your words slip out of your mouth, not letting your mind think to stop them. "Watch your tongue!" Your father looks at you angrily, "You will. That's an order." You feel your emotions feel to leave you, guilt becoming you. Your gaze falls to the floor, your body is emotionless.

He gets up slowly, walking over to you. His hands place on your shoulders, attempting to soothe you. "I know this isn't what you want. But i'm getting old. I wish to see you marry well. Could you do this for me?" You nod your head yes, you plaster a smile on your face, "yes, father. I will do this for you."

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I arrive shortly to the palace, we all wait outside waiting for the doors to open. It seems as if all the nobles and lords have come. I wonder what for? Isn't this just an ordinary banquet. how peculiar.

The gates open and everyone immediately makes their way inside. Chan led the way as I analyzed the surroundings. How lucky it would be to live here. They have everything. The servants show us to a table, it's placed right in front of the stage. A perfect view to see the princess. After a couple minutes, I begin to grow bored. "I'm going to walk around." Chan begins to protest but I already left him.

"Please get down, i'm begging you." I notice a girl in a tree, she seems to be writing something. Her legs dangle from the tree, moving happily. "Oh, shush. I'll be down in a second." She has a cloth on her face, her eyes only being prominent. She giggles as I see a servant trying to persuade her to get down. Her clothing looks expensive, not the kind that should be climbing into trees. "Please, you have to get ready." She sighs heavily and begins to get up. Her foot slips and she goes tumbling down to the ground.

I ran over to her, "Are you alright?!" I reached my hand out to help her. She looks at it for a couple seconds, then decides not to take it. She gets up using her own strength. I bring my hand down, feeling slightly awkward that she refused me. "I'm fine." Her tone sounds annoyed, enough to send a tingle down my core. "I need to go." She mumbles as a servant follows after her. Who was that?

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I walked back shortly after that. Chan grumbles about something but I ignore it as my thoughts cloud my mind. Who was that? Why was she climbing in a tree? She spoke so rudely to me. As if I was below her, her tone irritates me. I should've reminded her of her manners. I am the highest ranking lord in the country. How could she speak to me like that? Unless.. She's the crown princess. No way. The princess would have better manners. Although that would explain the servant and clothing.

Chan interrupts my thoughts, "It's starting!" He loudly whispers to me. My gaze turns to the stage in front of me. The lanterns start to dim softly. A soft melody plays from the harp, a woman appears. Her clothes are long and flowy, a perfect baby blue color. Her movements are soft and controlled. Mesmerizing. It's as if i never knew how to breathe before, and she is teaching me. Her eyes are heavenly, her lips perfectly plumed, her skin seems so soft and delicate. Her body chimes with her movements due to her crown and beads placed on her dress. A flock of birds are set into the air and they surround her. Circling around her and her movements.

A heavenly sight. She looks familiar.. It hits me. The girl from my dream. It's her! My head begins to feel foggy and I find myself breathing heavily. "Felix. Are you alright?" Chan whispers to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. I nod my head and took a sip of water to calm me down. I finally found her. Just then, the performance ends. She bows on the floor, her crown jiggles softly. The audience stands up and cheers for her. She smiles big at us, her father, the king appears. We immediately bow to him and he announces, "Greetings, my fellow lords. Today I've invited you for a reason. I am offering the crown princess hand in marriage." There is murmurs that surrounds us.

It hits me. This could be my chance to make myself known to her. "I will invite you one by one to introduce yourself. Please enjoy the festivities and food." They turn to leave as we bow again. It takes a while to get to me as I begin to grow annoyed. I'm about to wander around as a child appears in front of me. He is crying. He jumps into my arms as he sobs loudly. "I don't want to!" He yells, presumably to the servant who is standing here now. “Please, my prince.” My hands rub softly on his head as he pulls off my shoulder. Prince? This must be the third born prince, Daniel. He stares up at me with his big teary eyes, sniffles emerging from him. “It’s alright. Don’t be sad.”

He seems to calm down and sigh heavily. “What’s the matter, hm?” His tiny hands move to my face. “You have pretty scars.” He traces my cheeks. He means my freckles. I chuckle softly, “and you cute cheeks.” I squeeze his cheek softly. He groans and pours his lower lip. “I’m not a baby. I’m a grown man!” I smile again at his attempt of acting big. “Is that so? Then why are you crying? Adults share what they are feeling to feel better.” He fiddles with his fingers, “they were forcing me to go to bed.” He looks sad now, “I wanted my sister to read me to bed. She always reads me the stories she writes. But they said she’s busy.”

Now I get it. That’s why she was in the tree giggling about. She was writing a story for him. “How about I put you to bed, hm? I could read a story although mine won’t be as good as your sister.” He nods his head happily, a smile gleaming up at me. “Let’s go!” His little hand pulls onto my shirt as he leads me to his room. A figure stops us. “Daniel. What are you doing?” It’s the crown princess. He jumps into her arms and hugs her tightly. “Have you come to read me a story?” He asks eagerly. She shakes her head no and you can see his mood drop. “I’m busy tonight. I have to talk with, lord.. what’s your name?”

“Felix,” I take a step closer and bow. Daniel gets angry and hugs onto my leg. “No! You can’t have him. I found him first!” A figure appears from behind the princess. “Daniel! What are you doing out?” The king emerges from the shadows. I now to him and he shakes me off. “Get to bed right now!” Daniel quickly runs off and disappears. “Sorry about him. He’s still learning.” The crown princess explains. I nod my head, “it’s alright. It was a pleasure.” She’s different from earlier, her mood seems to be more calm, a smile soft on her lips. The servants invite me into a room due to its my turn. “How did you think of my daughter’s dance?” The king asks me as we sit down at a table. “Oh, it was the most heavenly thing I’ve set my eyes on. No one can compare to it. You really are talented, princess!”

“Everyone’s replaceable,” she says brightly. Not once letting the smile fall from her lips. “One day I will grow old and my beauty will fade. Then a new imperial performer will take my place.” She fans herself lightly, the beads on her dress jingle a wonderful tune softly. Her face seems to be stuck in a permanent smile, although her eyes seem to give her away. They look off. Deeply empty. Not a single thought behind them. But I notice at times they seem sad, on the verge of tears.

The king tries to explain his daughter’s words, “what she means is that once she marries, she hopes that her legacy will be carried on.” Her father shoots her an scolding look. She keeps the smile on her face as she pours me a cup to tea. “Daniel seems to be fond of you..” Her eyes are looking at the cup, then they shoot up to mine. A slight devious and twinkle shine in them. I smile softly, “he jumped into my arms and claimed he wasn’t being treated well. I was going to read him a story to help him sleep.” The king tilts his head slightly, “that’s odd. He usually doesn’t like strangers.” I nod my head and take a sip of the tea. It’s a familiar taste but there’s a slight alter to it. Like a splash of honey or cinnamon to make it sweet.

“Lord Felix, is it?” The king questions softly, his voice seems to be tired. From excessive talking all night. “Yes, my king.” He fiddles with a bead hanging from his belt. “You’re the son of the late Lord Lee, correct?” I nod my head yes once again, “correct.” He smiles softly, “you’re father and I were childhood friends. Did he ever tell you?” That’s odd. I would’ve remembered if my father told me something like that. You don’t casually be old friends with the king and not tell.

“No, he didn’t. I wasn’t close with my father,” I stutter a bit at the end. The reason being that my father trained me to become an assassin. Killing for his pleasure. I shut my eyes in embarrassment as I realize I may have shared too much. “Is that so? Why?” I glance over at the princess, her lips have fallen into a sullen upturned smile, almost unnatural. Her eyebrows furrowed softly as her eyes appear to be deeply stuck into mine. “I always had this pressure.. To be the best. I’m the only boy and have only younger sisters. I have to carry on the legacy.” My eyes widen and I bow quickly, “forgive me for oversharing, my king.”

He waves me off once again, “no need for that. I want to know more about you.” I lift my head up and smile softly. I take another sip of the tea, “Felix?” I nod my head in response. “Would you be interested in marrying my daughter?” I nearly spat out the tea. I’m shook at his words. “Oh, that wasn’t my intention.” He interrupts me, “well why not? You seem to get along well with my children. Plus it would do your father proud that you married well. I would be him a favor.” I seem to be not able to get away from my fathers grasp, even in death. “Forgive me, my king,” I set the cup down and it clicks. “I have to refuse, I don’t have intentions of marrying.” He pouts his lip out, like a sad toddler. “Well at least spend the night.” I nod my head, “I accept your invitation.”

~~

You walk slowly to your room. Servants following close behind you. Processing everything that has happened in the past few hours. Men throwing themselves at you. All for a marriage you don’t want. But it’s bizarre. A man actually dared to go against your father, the king. Lord Felix. He doesn’t interest you in the slightest but you can’t seem to get your mind off him. His looks are fairly attractive but something seems off. He has this aura that is.. dark. Like he’s hiding something.

You enter in your bedroom, but you don’t rest or begin to undress. You stare out the balcony, the moon looks dashing tonight. Accompanied by many stars. How it would be to leave the world on a night like this. “My princess, the tea you ordered.” Your hand maid calls you over as holds the tray. “Mm, lay it on the table please.” Your table looks out onto the balcony, perfect view of the night sky. You walk over and sit on the chair. You tidy up the table as you softly blow on the fresh, hot tea. Your hand maiden stands a few feet away from you also accompanied by 5 servants. You hate the feeling of having eyes on you, watching your every move.

“Leave us,” you command your servants, leaving you and your handmaiden alone. “Have you enjoyed the festivities?” You ask her, pouring your tea into your cup. “No, princess. I haven’t had the chance.” You look over your shoulder to her, she has her hands neatly placed in her lap. “Go, take the night off. I won’t be going anywhere anyways.” She bows her head strongly, “thank you, my princess. I’ll take my leave.” She silently walks away and you hear the shut of the door. You sigh heavily as you stare out into the night. You take the tiny bottle you’ve kept all night by your side. You pour it inside the cup. The colorless poison seeps into the tea.

You take a look around the room as you see nothing. Just as you wanted it. Destined to be alone, even in death. It may seem selfish, but this is your freedom. And it’s the only way you’re gonna get it. Although.. you wish you had one thing. You want to fall in love. Why can't you? When you are one of the people who is in love with the idea of love, desiring love more than anything? It feels like you're sitting in a glass box watching everyone going happily with their lovers but you're just there alone, under the moon light. Maybe you are meant to be alone..

“I’m sorry, Daniel.” You whisper as you bring the tea to your lips. You’re about to take a sip when the cup is knocked out of your hands.

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I knock the cup of poison out her hand. It rolls against the floor, the liquid seeping out of it. She looks angry to me, streams of tears on her cheeks. She makes a run for the terrace. She begins to climb on the edge as I run up to her. I embrace her in my arms and pull her away. She kicks and cries out, “let me go. I don’t wish to live anymore!”

“Stop this!” I yell as I hold her onto the ground. My arms wrapped around her to calm her down. She kicks and scratches but I don’t let her go. She calms down as I hear our breathings hard. I let go of her softly and she crawls a foot away from me. Her eyes are empty as her upper lip makes a movement upwards. Pure disgust.

“Hypocrite.” She grits her teeth. I look at her confused and she stares in complete disgust. “You should’ve let me die.” I shake my head at her words. How could she be like this? She never once let a smile off her face. Even when she was being insulted or insulting herself. Why would she be giving up on life? “No, you’re life is too important..” I try to console her but it doesn’t work. My throat feels as if it’s clogged.

“Why is it that my feelings don’t matter! Why do I always have to be the one that pushes it aside. That i can’t make mistakes or do something I want. Why is it always me?!” Her voice breaks during her last sentence. Tears begin to flow and she sobs loudly, her body shaking. My eyes soften at her words. “I just want to be free..” I slowly bring myself closer to her. Whispering a soft, "Breathe for me, okay?" Hugging her close, stroking the top of her head as she muffles out her cries in my clothing. "Deep breaths.." She stops after half an hour. She slowly moves away from me, her eyes red and puffy. She wipes her tears away.

“Thank you.. for staying with me.” She mumbles but I hear it clearly. I wipe away a leftover tear off her cheek, her eyes stare into mine. Appreciation. “Of course. I care about you,” her eyes flicker down to what I assume is my lips. Her hand comes up to my cheek now, grazing softly against my freckles. “You’re really pretty.” My eyes widen at her words, feeling hot on my ears and cheeks. Although i don’t pull away. “Felix?” I’m surprised she didn’t use manners in calling me lord but I nod in response. “Why did you come to my room?”

I quickly think of an excuse. I can’t tell her that I’ve been following her all night. That I was watching her this whole time and that’s why I came in a rush. Since I saw her in the tree. That is how I knew where her room was. And how to avoid all the servants and guards. Thankfully, I had a backup plan just in case. I lift up out of my pocket a jade bracelet, she looks down at her wrist where it is missing. “I found this and saw the name, y/n. I wanted to return it to you.”

“Thank you,” she smiles softly and reaches out her arm for me to slip the bracelet back on. I slowly slip it back on and the heavy weight of the bracelet makes it droop on her wrist. Her eyes slowly travel back up to mine, “you’ve helped me twice tonight.” I laugh softly, “although you didn’t want my help, remember?” She nods and smiles once again, this time it doesn’t seem fake, “I wish you did have an intention of marrying. You would be a good husband.” Her words make my heart begin to beat faster, it seems as if there is this warm, pink aura between us now.

“I should sleep. It’s getting late.” She gets up but I grab her wrist. “You won’t pull anything rash, right.” She nods her head slowly, “I promise.” I get up and bid her goodnight. I’m about to walk out the door and she runs to me. “Come back in the morning, sneak in.” I agree and leave to my room. Smiling happily. She’s mine now.

~~~

“Oh, you’re here.” It was a harsh mission to sneak I to her room. It seems more heavily guarded today. I had to slit some of their throats to keep it quiet. Stuffing them into a closet. Their blood stained my shoes so I had to run back to change them “Yes, how are you feeling today?” She grabs ahold of my hand and leads me to her bed. She sits down and pats the bed for me to sit beside her. “I’m feeling much better.. thanks to you.” I feel slightly nervous at her words. She’s really thankful for me.

~~

You think you’ve finally find the person you’ve been waiting for. Lord Felix. The aura you felt earlier is no longer there. You assumed wrong. He isn’t dark, but a kind and pure soul. You wish he was the one you were going to marry. I mean it doesn’t hurt to ask again. What’s the worst that’ll happen?

~~

“Felix, are you sure you don’t want to marry?” She softly whispers to me, her voice innocent, slightly scared of what I’m going to say.

“Well, I'm open to the idea. I just didn’t want it to be forced upon you. Your opinion matters.” I didn't realize how important my words were to her. Her eyes begin to tear up, “for the first time..” her voice begins to break, “i feel like I’m actually seen for once, heard.” Her hands are both placed on the sides of my face. She sighs happily, “Felix. I want to marry you.” I’m taken aback at her words. The woman from my dream is actually asking to marry me. I mumble a simple, “I want more than anything to make you happy.." I stand up and get on my knee in front of her.

Taking hold of her hand around mine, "If you want it, will you marry me, y/n?" She jumps into my arms, her grip strong, clinging onto me. She screams in excitement, "Yes! Yes! Of course I'll marry you!" I swing her around in my arms then gently let her on the ground. She stares up into my eyes, then she proceeds to jump into my arms again. Causing me to stumble back against the board of the bed. I fall onto my back as her body is on top of mine.

She pulls away giggling, “you’re mine now.” She mumbled softly. I almost didn’t hear it right. But I definitely understood it. She’s claiming me. "let me see your face," I whisper to her and she pulls away to look at me. My hand cups her face as she leans into my touch. I place a soft kiss to her cheek, her eyes widen. She quickly pulls off me and lands on her feet. I sat up to see what was wrong, to see that her face had turned visibly red.

"your brother is gonna kill me when he finds out." I joke with her and she lets a smile slip. "He apparently 'found me first'." She walks a little closer, "Well I met you first." Her expression is slightly annoyed. I chuckle lightly as she appears to be jealous. "Come here," I softly bring her by her waist. Her legs go to the side of my thighs, lightly sitting in my lap. Her face starts to become more red and she looks away. I turn her head back to me with her chin, "Am I making you nervous?" She nods her head slowly, "I get nervous looking at you." She reluctantly admits.

"This was never supposed to happen," I tilt my head to her in confusion. "What was?" She smiles as her finger softly traces my freckles once again, "Me falling for you." I smile and her finger goes over my lips, my bottom lip moving from her touch. It's so hard to resist. To resist myself not to take her right now. To have my lips on hers. To hear her little purrs of pleasure. My name falling off of her lips. Her body fits so perfectly in my hands. She was made for me.

"Kiss me, Felix." Her arms wrap around my neck, "Please." The look in her eyes is so hypnotizing. I grant her wish as our lips connect. Her lips are soft, like a pillow, melting into mine. My hand pulls her body closer to me, a soft grunt escapes from inside me. Her hands make their way into my hair, she softly tugs on it. I reluctantly pull away from her lips., our mouths still in close proximity. "Say stop and I will," I mumble against her lips. She shakes her head at me. "Keep going," she leans into my lips again.

Her body begins to rock against mine. The situation is starting to get more intense. My tongue softly slips into her mouth. Our tongues melt into each other, sharing our desire for each other. Passionate. I want this feeling to last forever. A small noise escapes her, my heart drops. So, this is how you sound. Your noises will be forever implanted in my mind. "We need to stop," I whisper as my lips trail wet kisses down her neck. "Don't stop," a short whimper leaves her lips as I softly nibbled on a spot. Her sweet spot. I continue to work on that spot, her hips dragging against mine.

"You're so beautiful," I mumble against her skin. Another sound leaves her with my praise. Do you like this? You like being praised? "I'm so lucky," I continue, her forehead falls into the crook of my neck. Causing me to stop my kisses. "My wife." She faces me again, her eyes so full of love. "What?" I question softly, she hugs me close to her. Eliminating all of the desire we had. "I'm so glad I found you." I smile brightly as she looks at me once again.

"Now the hard part.." She takes a heavy sigh, "telling my father and my brother." I laughed and nod my head. "I can handle that."

~~

“That does sound like Chan.” Felix laughs as he brings a cup of tea to his lips. We're currently discussing the last arrangements for the wedding, although your father keeps bringing up memories of the past. The big day is tomorrow. Felix is practically glowing. A cheeky smile on his lips, occasional looks in your direction. Although, you pretend not to notice. "Are you excited?" Your father asks Felix. He nods his head and replies, "How could I not be? I'm marrying the love of my life." You assumed he was looking at the table through the corner of your eye as you heard his words.

But he isn’t looking at the table. You can now feel his gaze toward the side of your face. You glance up to meet his eye, your insides turning to mush and butterflies roaming around. You shyly look away. Your father chuckles softly, "that's what I like to hear." He brings his cup to his lips and takes a sip. "I'm so glad you two are marrying. I couldn't imagine anyone better than you for my daughter." He smiles as he bows, "I thank you for accepting me." He makes eye contact with you once again and he winks. Causing a smile to appear on your lips.

~

You're back in your room, sleep is not on your mind. You stare out on the balcony, admiring the room. "You're supposed to be in bed." You hear a voice say to you, immediately recognizing Felix's voice. "Couldn't sleep," His arms wrap around your waist. His head nuzzles into the crook of your neck, "me either." Every other night, Felix sneaks into your room. It's the usual for you two, to either talk or fall asleep holding each other. "It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding," you turn to look at him. "Hm, wedding's tomorrow." He holds you close, placing a kiss to your lips. You haven't had a kiss in a while, not one even close to the first time you two shared a kiss from that morning. You desire a kiss like that again.

"What is it?" He holds your cheek, forcing you to look at him. You respond after thinking about what to say for a couple seconds, "I crave you, Lix." This isn't the first time you called him Lix. A nickname that had stuck after that morning, after you had breakfast with him. You notice his eyes widen a bit and he looks down. "We shouldn't," he shakes his head. Although, you can clearly tell he wants to. "I'll be your bride tomorrow, It won't matter," You try to convince him. "Please," you say softly, it feels as if you've been defeated. "You're my everything, my Angel."

His hands lift you up, one hand tucked under your legs and one on your back. Your hands quickly wrap around his neck. He sits you on your table, his eyes looking deeply into yours. "Are you sure you want to do this?" You nod your head quickly. "Words, angel." You whisper a soft, "I want to do this. I want you." He quickly moves his lips onto yours. He slides you to the edge of the table, his body closer to yours. Your legs opened as he set himself there. Your lips moving fast together, your body begins to burn with desire.

Your hands tangle into his hair, he softly grunts in your mouth. His hands roam around your body, not knowing where to touch. His hand sets on the bow holding your dress together. He pulls it off softly and it lands on the table slowly. Your dress begins to slowly slip off your body. His mouth moves onto your exposed skin, nibbling along your collarbones slowly. His body grinds against yours, making butterflies appear. Your groin aches with desire, desperately wanting to be touched. Small and short whimpers leave your mouth.

His hand traces along your leg, slowly creeping up. It reaches your inner thigh and he caresses it teasingly. "touch me," you begged him. "Please.." His hand grabs ahold of your undergarment as he slides it down. It falls on the floor and he's reaching to pull your dress off. He stops beforehand, "Can I?" You nod your head, your head feels cloudy with lust. He pulls your dress off of you and it lays underneath you. Your body on full display now for him. He groans at sight as he leans down to meet your below. He licks a strip up as your body reacts heavily. A gasp leaves you as he does it again.

A sharp spark hits you as he grazes upon something. A new sweet spot of yours. He begins to suck there and your body trembles. It feels so good. His tongue and mouth move along as you cover your mouth. Noises and whimpers leaving you like crazy. You feel his finger enter inside you as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your back begins to arch as the pleasure is becoming immense. Your hips roll along his finger as you feel another add in. You feel this knot in your lower tummy as the pleasure increases. You beg him to keep going and the knot unravels. Your body shaking crazily and the feeling addicting. You feel a liquid seeping out of you.

Felix comes up to your face as he kisses you. You can taste yourself along his lips. You grip against his clothes, "n-not fair." You stuttered at your slightly weak state. He chuckles softly as he begins to pull his clothes off. Once his shirt leaves his body, you see how fit he is. The sight is so mesmerizing. You softly run your hands along his body. He pulls you to sit up as you're at the edge of the table again. "This might hurt a bit." You nod your head in understanding. You didn't even realize that he had fully stripped already. He slowly edges inside you. Your mouth falls agape at the feeling of him stretching you out.

His head falls into the crook of your neck, trying his best to resist thrusting. When you're ready, you tell him. He pulls almost all the way out and pushes back inside of you. A moan escapes as the feeling is superior. He begins a steady pace as your fingernails dig into his skin. Encouraging him to keep going. He hisses as he can feel you tightly clenching around him. "God, you feel so good." His head falls back, pure bliss on his face. The knot forms again but you try to hold out for him. Your back arches as your lips attach together. Pure tongue and lust. He knows you're holding out for him, so he starts to rub circles around your sweet spot. You whimper in his mouth and you have to pull away to breathe.

The sounds of your skin slapping together and the lewd noises of your bodies are so manipulative. You want to do this forever. The knot threatens to rip as your mouth produces screams of Felix's name. Finally it breaks as your body trembles once again. It causes Felix to finish as well. His hand places on the table to hold you two up. You both stay there as you try to get your breathing controlled. "We need to do this again," you giggle out and he smiles.

Your hands cup his face, "I love you." His eyes soften and he kisses your swollen lips. He mumbles, "I love you more," against your lips.

~~

Your maids are setting the finishing pieces to your wedding gown as you admire yourself in the mirror. They finish and you order them to leave. You can't believe this. Finally, the day has come.

You hear footsteps approaching from behind you and you assume it’s your brother coming to call you. You turn to see a man in all black. A mask covers his face completely. “Felix?” The man charges at you and next thing you know. A blade is struck into your stomach. You tumble backwards into the table. Causing glass to fall down and shatter. The assassin leaves through the balcony and your body falls to the ground. Your brother comes running into the room with multiple servants.

They call out for help and for a doctor. Your family runs into the room. Then you see him, Felix. He runs to you, dressed in his groom attire. You smile at him as a tear falls down your cheek, he hugs you close to your body. “This is all my fault,” his voice breaks as tears appear in his eyes. You stroke his cheek, smearing your blood onto him. “It’s not your fault.” You say weakly, blood begins to fill your mouth. It seeps down from your lips.

“Live for me. Live for the both of us,” he begs, tears fall down uncontrollably. “I need you here. Please don’t leave me!” Your lip quivers as your hear his pleas. “You have to let me go.” He sobs so loud now, “I don’t want to let you go!” Your hands reach up to his lips, forcing his lips into a smile. “Don’t be sad.” Your eyes feel heavy. “Kiss me, one more time.” He grants your wish as he places a kiss onto yours. Blood now staining his lips. “I love you, Felix.”

Your eyes close, the memory of Felix staying. Your life flashes. All the memories flood all at once. The most memorable were the ones with Felix. You feel yourself smile and let go. Goodbye, Felix. In another life, my love.

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A/N~ can you Guess who the killer was?

[your-divine-ribs]

Soothe

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Here ya go anon, hope it’s okay, I’m a bit crap at writing general fluff 😭 xxx

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You're having one of those tough days, and although you can't specifically pinpoint what's wrong or what's making you feel this way, you're at a low ebb. It could simply be tiredness or the pressures of a busy day or hormones but the reasoning doesn't matter much, it still doesn't change the way that you feel. All you want to do is get home and put on some comfy clothes, maybe curl up in bed with a book or take a nap, switch off your brain and just be. It's not that you like prolonging your gloomy mood or wallowing in self-pity, it's more that sometimes when life feels like it's getting too much you just want to shut out the rest of the world for a little while and be alone.

As soon as you arrive home however, you know that it won't be as simple as that. You see Van up ahead in the kitchen stirring a cup of tea as you close the front door behind you. He looks up as he hears you in the hallway, his lips immediately curling up into a grin.

"Alright love? You're just in time, the kettle's just boiled. Want a cuppa? I've been waiting all afternoon for you to come home. I've missed ya."

You smile at him weakly as you hang up your coat. He's such a positive force in your life and his sunshine optimism is boundless. He never lets things get him down, no matter what happens he'll always pick himself up and brush himself down, shrug and move on. He's of the firm opinion that life's too short to spend time feeling sad. It's one of the many things you love about him and you envy his carefree attitude at times. You also hate the thought of bringing him down when you're feeling like this. So instead of launching yourself into his arms and sobbing like you really want to, you swap your muted smile for a million watt grin as you approach, leaning in to give him a small kiss on his cheek before you pull back to speak.

"Missed you too. Maybe later on the cuppa though? I was actually thinking I might head up to bed and take a nap. It's been a long day and I'm really tired. You don't mind do you?"

If he notices the tightness in your features and your forced grin and the tension in your stance then he doesn't mention it, he just smiles back at you, warm and genuine in a way that makes your heart glow despite your melancholy mood.

"'Course not babe, you go on up. I'll come and wake you when it's time for dinner shall I? Thought maybe we could get a takeaway tonight. Both relax since you've been working so hard?"

"That sounds nice," you murmur, already backing away, fretful that if you linger for too long you'll crumple into an emotional heap on the kitchen floor.

You sigh with relief as you kick off your shoes and sink down on to your bed, turning your head towards the windows. It's already getting dark outside. Autumn's gloom matches your mood, heavy rain-swollen clouds ready to burst hanging low in the sky. You wonder if a nap will help. Sinking into sweet oblivion sounds welcome right now. You're hopeful that you'll wake up refreshed and revitalised, but when you nestle into your pillow and close your eyes an almighty rumbling thunderclap sounds out, the heavens suddenly opening. The comfort of sleep's sure to be unattainable now with fat rain-drops thrashing down on the window panes, so you curl yourself into a ball instead, pulling the covers up over your head to drown out the outside world.

You thought you might feel comforted all wrapped up in your little blanket cocoon, but it's stifling under here, and all of a sudden the emotions that you've been holding back all day overwhelm you. Hot tears prick at your eyes and you feel powerless to stop them. So you let them flow, sobbing quietly into your pillow, hoping the sound of the rain might drown out your woes.

"Y/N... love... what's happened... are ya okay? Whatever's the matter?"

Van's voice comes urgently, full of concern, accompanied by the heavy slap of his footsteps as he dashes into the room. You freeze for a second in surprise, but you really should have known that Van would never leave you alone when you were feeling like this. Much as you try to conceal your feelings he can read you like a book, all those little tells you try so hard to hide, they don't work with him, he's too attentive. Of course he'll give you your space if you really need it... but now isn't one of those times... and you realise that now.

"I'm okay... please don't fuss... it's nothing," you mumble out, your voice shaky with emotion even though you're trying your best to hide it.

"Doesn't look like nothing to me," he says, and you feel the bed dip down under his weight as he clambers on, the warmth of his body pressing up behind you.

You're still covered by the blanket and you hold on to it tight to hide your tear-streaked face, feeling ridiculous for letting your emotions get the better of you.

"Darlin', please don't hide from me. I wanna help... please let me... c'mon... talk to me... I knew something was up the minute you walked through the door."

"You'll just think I'm being silly," you sob, drawing your knees up tighter into your body, smushing your face further into the pillow.

"Course I won't, I'll never think that. You gotta speak to me though, let me in. I'm here for you love. I'm always here. You can tell me anything. You do know that, right?"

And he's right, you can tell him anything and he is always there for you. There's no problem too big that he wont try and help you solve, none too small to be deemed insignificant. Even when he's miles away on tour he still takes the time to listen to your problems. It was one of the things you worried about when you first started dating, that music and the excitement of touring far flung cities would take precedence over the deep connection that you two shared, but you needn't have worried. There were late night calls and soothing words whispered down the line when your time zones clashed and he'd stowed away somewhere quiet on the tour bus to comfort you. Loud and cheery FaceTime connections where him and Larry would take it in turns to tell you shit jokes and random funny anecdotes to make you smile if you'd had a tough day.

You feel the sensation of an arm wrapping around you, finding its way around your waist under the covers. He's curled tight against your frame, legs bent slightly to slot behind yours like you're two perfect-fitting puzzle pieces. His comforting warmth radiates through the blanket and seeps into your body, the sensation of him being so close already starting to relax you a little.

"It's just... today... it's been... I don't know... it's been... a lot. It's not even one specific thing either, just everything seems like hard work... a battle. It sounds dramatic but I feel like a failure sometimes, like nothing I do works out right. I'm so tired... and work was just horrible..."

"No one's upset you have they?"

There's a sharp edge of caution in his words and you feel him tugging on the blanket, pulling it down to expose your face. You relent, finally letting go of it and shifting your position, rolling over on to your back and keeping going until you've twisted around and you're now lying facing him. Both of your heads are on the pillow just inches apart, his blue eyes brimming with concern, his brows pushed together into a frown.

"No, no one's upset me," you hurriedly say. "It's not that."

He appears to relax a little, a small smile simmering as he reaches forward to tuck a stray strand of your hair gently behind your ear.

"Good, 'cause I need to know if there's anyone I need to beat up."

You can't help the sudden laugh that bursts from you in a rush. It feels good. "You? Beat someone up for me? Mr tough guy huh? My protector?" You reach forward, curling a hand around his bicep and giving it a squeeze, grinning teasingly at him.

"Hey, I'm tougher than I look," he protests, feigning offence. "Don't let these skinny arms fool ya. I'm a lethal fighting machine when I need to be. Deadly."

He flexes his muscles in a daft strongman pose, the goofy grin plastered across his face making you giggle even more despite your dour mood.

"You gonna rough up my manager then just for making me work hard and do my job?"

"If I need to," he chuckles, then his smile fades a little as concern takes over once again. He reaches up to cup the side of your face, his tender touches soothing as he gently swipes away a stray tear with his thumb. "No one upsets my baby, no one. C'mon love, don't cry. I got ya."

You nuzzle into the warmth of his hand, blinking away your tears as you turn your face slightly to press a kiss to his palm. His other hand's on your waist, fingers splayed wide, holding you close, every part of him radiating comfort.

"It's really not his fault, I mean it's just a stressful time of year," you mumble quietly. "Everything has to be done like yesterday, there's not even time to think. I'm just tired, that's all, it's been a long day. I don't even know why I'm crying to be honest. It's silly... I'm silly... I get too emotional. I'm a mess."

"Not silly at all love," he's quick to say. "Life just gets a bit much sometimes, I get that. You don't have to put on a brave face though, not with me... and I don't ever wanna hear you say you're a failure ever again... you got that? And you're not a mess... far from it. It's not a weakness feeling things."

His voice is still gentle but there's firmness as he speaks, a hint of exasperation at the way you put yourself down when you're feeling like this. He won't hear any of it. He's your biggest advocate and you love him for it even though you struggle to see yourself the way he sees you through his adoring eyes.

"I just wish I was stronger, like you. You never let stuff get you down."

"Things do get to me. Just 'cause I don't always let it show it doesn't mean it doesn't bother me. You always cheer me up though love, it's impossible to stay sad for long when you're around. You make me so happy."

"Ditto," you smile, and it's true. Rather than your sorrows casting a cloud over Van's mood like you'd feared, his caring brand of adoration and his loving presence has melted away your unhappiness. The warm glow inside you is spreading, the insistent sound of the rain thrumming on the window-panes not harsh and intrusive like moments before. It seems more peaceful now, a rhythmic and calming soundtrack as you lie safe and snug, wrapped up tightly in your boyfriend's arms.

Van leans in, pressing a small sweet kiss right on the tip of your nose, making you giggle as you scrunch up your face.

"You're so goddamn cute," he whispers softly. "Now is there anything I can do for you... anything else to make you feel better? A nice, warm bath maybe? A cuppa?"

You ponder his offer for a moment. A relaxing bath or a soothing cup of tea would be really good, but now Van's lying here next to you and you're soaking up his warmth and basking in his love you don't want him to leave your side, not even for a second.

"Actually, what I really need is this, just you and me here together. Is that okay?"

He huffs out a small laugh. "Course it is darlin', and you don't have to ask! C'mon, lie right here. Rest on me."

He raises an arm up and pats his chest with his other hand, urging you to lay your head there. You don't need any encouragement, scooting up the bed slightly to rest your head on the plane of his chest, nestling into his warmth. The material of his shirt is soft on your cheek and you breathe him in, the cool scent of his cologne and the natural scent of him that you love so much. He feels like home.

"Mmm... this is so nice," you purr, raising your eyes to look up at him from under your lashes. "No matter how shitty my day's been, coming home to you makes it all better."

"Love you so much Y/N... and you know you shouldn't put too much pressure on yourself all the time. You're perfect just the way you are."

His pretty full pink lips curl into a smile as he looks down on you and he wraps his arm around your back. You feel a hand on your hair, gently smoothing it down, a tender touch that makes you sigh in contentment. You feel so close to him in that moment but you have an urge to be even closer, fingers nimbly working on one of his shirt buttons, easing it open so you can nuzzle into the bare skin of his chest.

"Hmm, you're so warm... like a radiator," you hum, his chest hair tickling your cheek. A giggle spills from your lips. "Or a teddy bear... a soft snuggly teddy bear!"

He laughs deep and hearty and you feel the vibrations rumble in his chest. "A teddy bear? You saying I'm too hairy or summat?"

"No... I like it," you giggle, toying with the dark tufts of hair, twisting them idly around your fingertips. "It's cute and cosy."

"Thank god," he chuckles. "Thought I was gonna have to wax my chest! You know how I'm no good with pain."

You both laugh then, the warm sound filling the air, chasing away any remnants of lingering sadness. You drape your leg over one of Van's so you can cuddle up to him even closer, a sense of calm and serenity flooding you. Van dips his head, pressing a kiss to your parting, mumbling his words into your hair.

"It's so good to hear you laughing again. Hate seeing you sad like that. Breaks my heart to see you cry."

"Awww, I'm okay now," you reassure him, looking up at him once again. "Thank you Van... for everything."

His eyes sparkle as he looks down on you. "No thanks needed babe... god I love you so much, I really do."

He leans in slowly and presses his wonderfully plush pink lips to yours. His kisses have always taken your breath away and at times like this they're even more heavenly. There's no rush or urgency, just a slow intimate connection as the warmth of his breath floods your mouth, his whispered words of affection interspersed with the gentlest of kisses making you melt. You're enveloped by him, the comfort of his scent, the warmth of his body, the steady thrumming of his heartbeat as you press your body tighter to his. You're exactly where you want to be.

[memethebum]

Had Day 12 of @rennikun’s Soultember prompt list sitting in my Google docs forever bc work is a pain in the ass lmao

Here’s part 3 of the drabble sequence I’ve got going on lol

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A week had done nothing to quell Maka’s erratic feelings about her family lineage.

It took everything in her power to not call either her mama nor papa about the matter, mostly because she was afraid of their reaction after finding out she’d been informed of the secret they'd seemingly been trying to hide forever.

Luckily, she had a backup source of information.

The young woman couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at how out of place the flowers blooming around patchwork lab looked.

She’d barely rung the doorbell before noticing the front door open to reveal Stein, only for her to be taken aback once she noticed how he was dressed in Marie’s black and yellow patterned dress.

“Umm, hi professor? Did I come at a bad-“

“MAKA!” a small voice cheered out, probing the young woman to look down and grin at Will’s small figure as he clasped himself onto one of his dad’s kneecaps.

“He’s the culprit of my wardrobe change. To answer your first question, no you didn’t show up at a bad time. Come on in,” Stein added before picking up his son and stepping aside, allowing Maka to enter the house and follow them into the living room.

“Oh, Maka! What a pleasant surprise! Did you come to join our little outfit switch game?” Marie sang from their living room couch, probing Maka’s face to melt into a smile once noticing how the loose fabric of Stein’s lab coat appeared to swallow up the other woman’s figure.

“No, I’d love to but I actually had a few questions for you two,” Maka added before nodding to Stein once he motioned for her to take a seat on a chair he’d pulled out.

“Oh, well if that’s the case I can make us some tea so we can-“

“It’s alright. I’m not very thirsty,” Maka then exclaimed over Marie before watching as the other woman then regarded her with a perturbed expression.

“What can we help you with then?” Stein questioned as he sat next to his wife, eliciting Maka to release a sigh and gaze at the couple in front of her.

“I-…do you know if there were ever any witches enrolled at Shibusen, besides Kim at least,” Maka then murmured before watching as both Stein and Marie went through a colorful array of emotions at her question.

“I…don’t recall any other witches being found enrolled in the school. Why do you ask-“

“I think there might’ve been some exceptions,” Stein added over Marie, causing Maka to watch as the pair exchanged a look before Stein placed a hand over Marie’s shoulder and gazed back at her with an impassive expression.

“Who’s to say where some of our students came from, although I probably don’t need to tell you that considering who you turned into a deathscythe. In all honesty, any one of the students or teachers at the school could be a witch. Kim turned out to be a witch, Medusa turned out to be a witch, there were certain rumors going around that Azusa was even a witch. For all I know…you could even be a witch Maka. I’d say it’s all a matter of how well a supposed witch can fit between two worlds, with or without the peace treat we have now...”

[bleedingspades]

Levi Ackerman x GN reader

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Mornings with Levi are the most peaceful moments of your twos life together. Opening your eyes you turn to see Levi reading his book of choice as of late. The Great Gatsby, personally you would never read it and never have. Grabbing his cup of tea to take a sip, never wavering from his place on the page. Admiring his features, the sound of quiet rain patter from outside giving a serene feeling to your start to the day.

Stretching ever so slightly a smile spreads across your face as your body appreciates the tension release. Sitting up you also stretch your arms above your head making sure to reach as far as you can with your fingers as well. Thankfully it is both yours and his day off from work. So you don’t bother stressing about getting ready for it.

Leaning over you steal a quick kiss from Levi, before he can make a soft complaint about you not having brushed your teeth yet. He wrinkles his nose slightly and looks at you through the corner of his eye. Slightly glaring but in a “you little daredevil” type of way. When you stole the kiss you smelled the scent of his aftershave, he like usually must’ve woke up just as the sun had risen. He enjoys his mornings very much.

He likes the quiet and he secretly likes the fact you’re still asleep so you can’t annoy him yet. And he can watch you sleep for a bit before he goes and does his skincare routine. It gives him security knowing you’re right there peacefully asleep and most of all safe. Has he told you this nope. He has insecurities as any normal person does and these mornings rituals ease them.

Standing up you slowly walk to the bathroom and begin your own morning routine. Once finished you peek out from the bathroom and see Levi is now up and remaking the bed. He’s no longer wearing his sleep shirt which gives you something to gaze at for longer then you would’ve been. He’s just so sexy you can’t help it. His movements halt and he looks at you staring.

“Aye! Have you replaced the hand towels and switched out the dirty laundry hamper yet?” You make a scrunchy face and go to do just that. You don’t mind though he does so much of the cleaning in the house you sometimes feel guilty. As you’re finishing your tasks you get a devilish idea. Smirking to yourself you grab a clean hand towel put some water on it and walk out of the bathroom.

Going over near Levi whose back is turned to you, you toss the towel so it lands on his head. It plops on perfectly. The house goes silent. Goosebumps travel all over your body as he slowly turns to face you. You’re slightly scared but you can handle mr grumpy. Although he hasn’t heard the worst part yet wink wink.

“Y/n.” He says grabbing the toweling barely touching it.

“I’m sorry Levi…that was the towel I used to wipe down the toilet..” oh no. 😰 what’s scary is, he smiles. Not an evil one just a simple smile. Walking calmly over to you he takes the towel and puts it on your hair. You just stand there like 🧍👁️👄👁️. Did he REALLY just do that!? You were lying about the toilet thing but he don’t know that. Throwing the towel on to the floor you gasp at him.

“Why did you do that!?” You ask him in disgust.

“Because you did it to me.” He says simply.

“It was an accident!”

“How the fuck was you walking up and tossing a towel onto my head an ACCIDENT?” He yells the last part out.

“Not to mention one you were cleaning the toilet seat with?” You try so hard not to laugh as he almost puked saying toilet.

“What. Is. So. Funny.?” He asks me and you burst out laughing.

“I-I’m sorry just now you have to take a shower with me.” Oh. Ooh. So you had an ulterior motive. 😘

“Well me first since I was the one you assaulted with a toilet towel.” He says quickly going into the bathroom. You follow behind him all happy.

As you stand in the shower together you wrap your arms around his middle and lay your head against his back. You love mornings with him but they’re hundred percent better when you shower together in the morning. Still a bit hazy from sleep (just you lol man’s been up for hours) and holding him close and intimately but no lust to barge into the moment.

“If this is what you wanted you could’ve just asked.” He says quietly.

“If I’d have asked you’d have said no since you already showered before I woke up.” He turns to look at you. Taking your face gently in his hands he looks into your eyes.

“I would have said yes, because I know how much you love it. Besides I also like to wash your hair.” He says with honesty.

“Well if I’m being honest, the towel I didn’t use it on the toilet I just grabbed a clean one and put water on it.” He smiles and laughs a little. Laying his forehead on yours he rubs his nose against yours.

“I am going to have to get you back for that. But for now I’m going to enjoy this morning with you.”

“Ok *sigh* I’ll accept my punishment with dignity and honor.” You say to him with a pout.

“Don’t worry it won’t be something gross. I still have to be near you after all.”

“Gee thanks.” You laugh. He moves behind you grabbing your shampoo and starts to wash your hair.

“I love you yah know.” You say.

“I love you, more then there are stars in the universe.”

I’m silence you enjoy your morning with Levi trying not to fear your future punishment.

[raksh-writes]

Find the word

Tagged by @iced-ginger-tea thank youu! 💗 These ones are always super fun to do ^^

I wasn’t too sure about the rules, so I searched for the words in my WIP docs first, but since I only have a few current ones (and not all typed up), I had to do one in already posted fics. Hope that’s alright! (Also gonna do shameless self-promotion, ‘cause why not, am I right 😂)

I got the words: chill, noise, familiar, curl, imagine

Chill

Dean’s reminded of the fact that Nogitsune are also masters of illusions and forces himself to relax, to drop his hand from the gun tucked into his waistband. His summoning has been answered and that’s good, it’s good, even if the voice made a freezing-cold chill spread all throughout his muscles. Facing a new monster rarely makes an impression on him anymore, but now — now all of Dean’s instincts are on high alert and he can’t help but feel like the prey, out in the open as he is.

From Leap of Faith, a Supernatural S7 x Teen Wolf crossover. Also made me realize I pretty much never use this words, so -- food for thought!

Noise

The bathroom is quiet around him, no noise aside from the jacuzzi’s bubbling, the precise jetstreams and hot water slowly working on Vegas’ sore muscles as he sips his wine, gaze distant on the horizon. It’s nice, it always is, the way heat and half-darkness envelops everything, only a couple of lamps and candles providing a soft, golden glow in an otherwise dark room. Warm and cozy, some would say. Relaxing. And yet, under the hot water and dim lighting, Vegas sighs – an empty hollowness expanding inside his chest with a howl that bounces from rib to rib. Numb and persistent.

From my most current longfic WIP, a Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby VegasPete AU, with an introduction post here!

Familiar

Before Pete can formulate any kind of thought, Vegas’ hand slides from his jaw down to his chest, fingers tweaking his nipple harsh enough to make him gasp. A different hand, strange yet familiar, lifts from Pete’s hip to his chin, angling his head back; back, back, back until Pete has no other choice but face the one behind his shoulder — and whatever air was left in his lungs rushes out, half-moan and half-whimper.

From a purely smutty VegasPete WIP with demon!Vegas x2 ^^

Curl

He’d found the first person on the list mae left few days later, the letter heavy in his pocket and the ring even heavier on his finger. The lady he met on the other side of the counter was not exactly what he expected, but maybe that was the point. Small and with graying hair, she hardly looked intimidating or in any way acquainted with the sort of world Vegas lived in. Her gaze, though, cut right into the hollow emptiness in his chest, all of his armor rendered useless. As if she could see that sobbing, curled up sixteen years old as clear as day.

From a sequel to my already posted VegasPete post-canon fic. I really need to finish this one, and I love this little part so much.

Imagine

He knows quite a few switches, of course, in both their power dynamics and position – even bedded some of them, on occasion – but ever since he figured out his preferences, he’s never gone back. It’s just not something Vegas enjoys and although he could imagine a subtle power play being fun, has seen it in couples who have been together for a long time and have settled in their dynamic, it just… never appealed to him enough. And, well, it’s not like it has ever been in the cards for Vegas anyway.

Also from the Sugar Daddy VegasPete AU!

Okay, so the words I’m giving: satisfied, curve, freedom, memory, warm

No-pressure tagging: @fleet-off @theflowergirl @msmischief101 @roxannes-love-letters @dual-desires @amatchinwater @plushrumpasaurus @livingbythewords and anyone who’d like to do it, feel tagged too! ^^

[awordwasthebeginning]

Moonacre Week 2023

Day 07: Matches

2023

It's nothing short of a miracle that Maria notices the power cut in the first place, considering she has been trying to meditate in the half-dark of the summer night. Maybe it is the particular mindfulness which allows her to sense that something has changed – the small fridge has stopped humming, instead there is the muffled sound of chaos in the distance. When she goes to pick up her phone, the charging light has stopped blinking at 87%.

She quickly checks her notifications. It’s all over BBC News, of course. The facilities team have sent an e-mail asking to remain calm, the emergency power supply shall be provided soon, etc. A short You alright in L? from Ben, which she marks with a thumbs-up emoji. Three more messages from – oh, this guy again. Has she not been clear about her disinterest in someone who makes hating cats their entire personality? She rolls her eyes, blocks him, and deletes Tinder from her phone entirely, saving her phone a bit of battery and herself some nerves.

A knock distracts her from her annoyance. She makes her way over to the door in the flickering candlelight and opens it by a few inches.

“Hi.” The person in the hallway fumbles with their phone for a moment before they turn on the flashlight. “Sorry, that probably still looks creepy. Uh, I’m Robin, I moved into 405 last week –”

He points at the door diagonally opposite Maria’s. “I’m sorry for knocking at this time of night, but I wanted to ask if you have a spare charger or something? My phone battery is really low, and I can’t see shit in my flat – or a lighter, maybe? I know we’re not supposed to have open fire in the rooms, but…”

Maria suppresses a grin and opens the door a bit wider. Robin stops waffling and looks over her shoulder. She can see the lights turning on in his head, so to speak.

“You have candles!”

“Don’t tell the RA.”

“I won’t if you’re willing to share.” His wink looks a bit creepy in the phone’s flashlight, too, but his tone is playful, and she hasn’t got any other plans for tonight, so she might as well play along.

“Blackmail? Very classy.”

He tilts his head. “Please?”

Maria wasn’t about to let him die in the dark, anyways. “Wait here, I’ll get you some.”

She doesn’t close her door but he makes no attempt to come inside. Very polite. She arranges a handful of tea lights on a plate, lights some of them, and places the matchbox on the rim.

“Here.” She holds out the plate to him. “I don’t have a lighter, but I have matches. Although I haven’t had much luck with those recently.”

She wants to swallow the last sentence back into her stomach the second she says it. What on earth? That is really none of Robin’s business, and also probably some of the worst self-deprecating flirting she has ever witnessed, coming from herself or any other person.

He laughs, takes the plate from her, and switches off his phone. “Tell me about it. It’s just difficult to find decent…tinder these days.”

He waggles – actually waggles his eyebrows, in the most ridiculously exaggerated way possible, and Maria can’t help but laugh, too.

“I’m Maria, by the way,” she introduces herself, a bit late. “Good luck with these, then.”

“Thanks.” Robin’s grin turns softer, more genuine. The flickering candlelight does his cheekbones and the curly hair a wonderful favour. “I owe you one.”

“Don’t mention it.” She does an awkward little half-wave, and he raises the plate in an answering gesture, and then Robin turns and goes back to his room.

Closing her door against the now dark hallway, Maria allows herself one more amused grin before she shakes her head and calls it a day.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

On Friday afternoon, there is another knock at her door. Somehow, she immediately knows who it is – the power is back, after all, the doorbells are working just fine, why would anyone knock?

Robin’s face is more handsome in the gold and orange evening light streaming in through the window at the far end of the hallway. His eyes flicker down to her chest, and Maria almost scolds him before she remembers that she is wearing her locket. It’s old, but it’s pretty, and very noticeable, and to his credit, Robin immediately looks back into her eyes.

“Heya,” he says.

“Hi.”

They smile at each other for a moment, unsure of how this might go, before Robin moves and says, “I wanted to say thanks, for the other night, and –”

He turns his head. Someone is coming up the stairs, a group of people, one voice more prominent than the others – Jen, notorious and unchallenged gossip queen of the halls. Maria makes her decision in a heartbeat.

“Come in.”

Robin follows her into her room and closes the door behind them. She can tell he does his very best not to look around with curiosity.

“Do you want a cuppa? Or” – she reminds herself of the temperature and his heavy-looking leather jacket (really, a black leather jacket in the middle of July? Not that she’s complaining, but is the style really worth the heatstroke?) – “a glass of water or something?”

“No, thanks.” He reaches out his hand, handing the plate back to her. It isn’t empty, though. Maria stares at the little matchbox, decorated with a ribbon and a daisy tucked into the bow.

“Thanks for the matches. I…got you new ones.”

“Oh.” As she feels a blush hotly creeping into her cheeks, Maria carefully takes the plate from his hand. “You shouldn’t have. Thank you.”

She turns and rummages around in the cupboard way longer than necessary. The daisy, she places in a little shot glass filled with water.

“No, I should’ve.”

There is an odd undercurrent in Robin’s voice, something very close to nervousness. Maria turns back and looks at him where he is standing – still close to the door, not all up in her space. But he is smiling again.

“Your matches worked just fine, by the way.”

Maria resists the urge to bury her face in her hands as she remembers that awful joke. “Did they?”

He shrugs, his smile widening a little. His gaze wanders across the floor, the window, back to her face. “Might be a sign, don’t you think?”

Maria’s traitorous heart flutters in her chest the way it hasn’t for months, years, maybe centuries. “Are you flirting with me?”

He tilts his head a little. “Is it working?”

It is, but she isn’t about to tell him that. She can imagine his cocky smirk just fine, and she isn’t sure she should like so much what the idea alone is doing to her. Besides, she has done a bit of research and had a look at the nameplate next to his door.

“You’re a de Noir.”

“Yeah, yeah, and you a Merryweather.” Evidently, he has done his research, too. Evidently, he doesn’t seem to care much. “Ever considered all those family legends about old animosities might be horseshit?”

They’re not legends, Maria thinks, they’re facts, their families used to bash each other’s heads in for who knows how long. But, and this is where she admittedly agrees with the man standing opposite her, she has never understood why that should matter today, why it should keep her from certain parts of the forest, why her uncle had to break up with, oh, fuck, Robin’s sister…

She swallows down that little shock. Unfortunately, what comes out of her mouth instead is an even worse joke:

“You think we might be a…match?”

Robin outright snorts with laughter and gives her a grin more radiant than the sun itself. “I think our ancestors missed a few opportunities there.”

“I’m glad they did.” Maria bites her lip before she allows herself to grin back with just as much affection, gesturing between them. “Would be a right shame if we were cousins or something.”

“Agreed.” Robin winks, and in the warm daylight, it’s anything but creepy. It lets Maria’s heart beat faster, nevertheless; even more so as he comes just a short step closer.

“But since we’re not, d’you want to go for a coffee?”

“Right now?”

“Whenever you want.”

Maria gives herself a little shove. Their ancestors were idiots for missing those opportunities. She’s going to seize hers.

“Now sounds perfect, actually.”

[bilbobagginshome]

A Deadbeat’s Journal 22

A Jotaro Kujo x Blackfemreader story

Third-Person Narration.

When y/n broke the news down to her mother, there was an eerie silence that took over. It was as though a jinn had just passed by. Granny Rhoda looked at her daughter, her face an odd mixture between an agape mouth and pleading eyes. Y/n, despite her fidgeting feet, remained stiff, looking straight at her mother well aware that any sign of wavering could lead to her rethinking her already well-thought-out decision.

“Do you need my blessing ?” Faith monotonously questions after sipping her afternoon tea.

“Please, Mom.” Y/n unflinchingly replied.

“You have my blessing. Do you need my help with anything? My connections aren't as good but at least I can make the visa process less daunting.”

“Faith, you can’t be serious. This isn’t her asking to have more independence. This is her moving away from home for a year. She’s still a child, the breasts and degree should not fool you .” Grandma Rhoda responds with a mix of their mother tongue and English in quick-fire, brows etched so tightly they look like they’ll turn to a unibrow and fly away from her face.

“Mama, this is my child. I’m begging you, don't tell me what to do. If this is her decision then why should I refute it? Moreover the last time I took your advice I never saw my only child for almost a month. Life is for the living, let her choose her life decisions.” She responds calmly.

“Y/n why are you doing this to us? Do you need a holiday? I’ll pay. But a whole year away is crazy to think of. Your dad would have never approved you know .” Granny pleads.

“Mom really?” Faith irritatedly remarks while shaking her head.

“I barely knew the man, listen, mama, I know you are scared for me, but cocooning me to the same place will not aid in my recovery. Can’t you see I’ve become less selfish, I’ve made more friends? Seen new perspectives in life and I’m enjoying my life for once? I mean even Jotaro and I get along so well now when a few months ago, aside from the time we spend with Mom Holly, and Grandpa Joseph we would have barely acknowledged one another. And this all happened because I began to live with him .” I blurt out. Another silence stretches. Granny seems defeated, Faith looks more interested in eating the rest of her chocolate cake whilst looking into the backyard.

And it is too beautiful of a backyard to argue in. One look and you’d understand that y/n lived in a lap of luxury. The shimmering, freeform, blue pool sat at the centre of the backyard and it was adorned with rose bushes well tended. A stony footpath led to the elevated back porch of the house and long palm trees surrounded the fenced area. A paradise on earth. It's honestly a surprise why the retired brat insisted on moving out.

“OK, baby, I’m sorry. I understand your aims and I should be more accepting .”Granny resigns and drinks up her now lukewarm tea which she immediately gives way to be warmed.

“Thank you. And mom, the visa is already taken care of. Patience’s dad knows a guy.”Y/n warmly replies.

This kicks off another conversation related to moving and although Granny frown sits at the mention of housing plans, she says nothing. The conversations move as gently as the winds of the day and as the pool lights are switched on and despite insistence from her parents that she should stay for dinner, she refuses and they all escort her to the parking lot.

“Visit me more now that you are leaving okay? and leave Samosa here or at least tell Jotaro to bring her more often.”Faith softly says.

“Sure Mom.”

“I love you .”

“I love you too. Bye.”

* * *

Y/n walks home to find Jotaro removing his promised dinner.

“Just in time. Lasagna and salad for my favourite girl.”He joyfully says 

“I didn’t think you’d make it after all that first about how good lasagna is tedious to make.” Y/n teases as she pets Samosa in greeting.

“Well, I decided to so there’s that. And I purchased some good non-alcoholic drinks.” He says whilst gesturing to the cans of mocktails on the dining table.

“And it's my favourite brand too. What’s the special occasion? You are treating me extra tenderly today .” She queries in a suspecting tone. 

“Just let's sit and eat, I’ll tell you about it after dinner .”

Y/n washes up and takes a sit at her designated spot and after a bite, her eyes roll back in utter ecstasy.

“Jesus, this is so good! Thank God I didn’t eat at Mom’s honestly. I don’t know if I can control myself or become Garfield.”She moans out. Jotaro smiles sheepishly in response and says.

“Eat to your fill.”

This cues an attempt of y/n almost shoving the food down her throat and fortunately, after four pieces she taps out, a noticeable bulge at her stomach as she finally leans back from her chair.

“That was wonderful.” She burps out and apologises confidently for her disregard for table manners.

“I’ve never seen anything like that and I was around a group of boys for a majority of my college years .” Jotaro laughs out half in shock at the speed she ate the dish and half amazed.

“This is why greed is considered a sin,” Y/n responds whilst picking her teeth with a toothpick.

After feeling less full, she helps Jotaro with the dishes which doesn’t take long for Jotaro is a very efficient cook and they head to the sitting room with their cans.

“I got a yacht.” Jotaro says after they settle down.

“Congrats, when will it be unveiled to me?”

“Soon, I’d like to change up a few things for it to be conducive for safe travel.”

“And you are still fidgeting so what gives, what’s the other news?”

Jotaro suddenly kneels and calls Samosa out. She leisurely walks to the sitting room her collar braced with a blue velvet ring box that has y/n throat tightening and her stomach doing so many backflips she thought she’d vomit out the nicely made meal. He removes the ring box from her neck and softly says as he opens the box

“I’d like a tangible assurance of our love for one another. A gentle promise that we’ll make it work. Now that our paths are splitting once more, I hope that you remember me and I’ll come back to you .” 

He reveals two simple gold-plated rings. One’s middle holds a starfish, framed in gold and littered with tiny diamonds and pink gems whereas the other is framed as two koi fish in a circle , this time littered with tiny blue gemstones and diamonds.

She takes the ring box from him and says, 

“I thought you were going to propose, I would have run away .” she softly responds 

“Don’t tempt me.” He then adds.

“Can I help you wear it?” Y/n nods as he takes the starfish from the box and before he places it in the middle she refutes it and instead places it on the index.

“Granny Rhoda always says to never wear your rings on your middle finger unless married. It brings bad luck,” she says after he rises up.

“Didn’t know you were superstitious.” He jokingly says as he sits next to her.

“I’m not, just not taking any chances. Can I help you wear your ring?” She questions softly with a slight smile.

“No problem.” He tenderly replies. After doing so, Jotaro links their fingers and moves her to him , stealing a kiss.

“Jojo you are so cliche.” She says after they split.

“What can I say, I love classics.”

* * *

“But Jojo, what about pirates, and hurricanes, or just heavy storms, did you think this through ?” Holly’s worries air out on speaker as Jotaro prepares breakfast.

“Mom, the African coastal straits are the most peaceful in the world. Plus there are measures to take during such dire conditions. You’re acting as if I plan on starting a pirate crew and I’m attempting to find the one piece.”Jotaro said as he plates y/n’s an over-easy egg. 

“I don’t even know what that means but it seems dangerous. Anyway, you seem already made up so I don’t think you care about my concerns.”Holly sadly responds.

“Of course, I care that you’d know, that’s the whole reason why I informed you.” Jotaro sighs as he mixes his eggs to make his takoyaki omelette.

“Ok, Ok don’t get cranky my dear, Just always keep calling me. I stay worried you know?” Holly says. Suddenly a deep voice that sounds all too similar to Jotaro’s sounds out to say.

“Yes please take care. Mom is always worrying about you.” 

“Ok, Dad. I have to go, love you.” He says as he slowly begins to flip his omelette to its desired layers.

“Love you too dear.” Holly lovingly calls out.

“Take care. Love you too.” Sadao responds with the most blase tone Jotaro has ever heard. 

Jotaro cancels the call and is in a happier mood as his omelette turns out perfect. Then he hears the slow dragging of feet to the sitting room and beholds at the most frazzled form he has ever seen y/n.

“Why do you look like you just have come out from a tornado’s eye.” he jokingly asks though the tone takes the form of his mom’s earlier.

“I have cramps. I feel like I’m getting stabbed multiple times in my uterus and giving birth at the same time.”Y/n croaks out as she slumps herself on the kitchen island

“Yikes. Are they usually this bad? And do you have any painkillers I can get for you?”Jotaro inquires with a frown etched across his face.

“Sometimes though it's been a while, I have taken some ibuprofen, just waiting for it to kick in,” Y/n responds, she puts her head up to look at him through her chest remains atop the kitchen counter and adds.

“Stop making that face, you look like a grumpy cat .” then softly laughs, as though laughing too loud would increase the pain.

“You still have energy to make jokes huh? Well attempt to have breakfast, then we’ll see what we can do.” Jotaro says as he pushes her plate of buttered toasted bread and eggs to her side.

He then prepares their mugs, reheats the tea to make it extra hot and fills up their cups. They have a quiet breakfast. Samosa, who already bullied Jotaro for an early breakfast is out and only the sounds of Jotaro’s favourite tunes make the silence more comfortable.

“Let’s stay in my room, you’ll be nice and comfy there and I’ll be able to take care of you .”

“Okay.” Y/n mumbles and heads to his room as Jotaro finishes cleaning the dishes

He finds her already dozing off and rather than disturb her any further only scoots her enough to cuddle her more comfortably.

The day passes on quietly. Y/n is consistently woken up to take her meds and eat a snack then sleep and after spending the whole day either cuddling up with her or responding to emails praising his work as Jotaro released his research paper only a week earlier, they have a slow and steady day.

Samosa at one point joins them though after accidentally being shoved one too many times, she resorts to staying on her bed and lulling to sleep.

Jotaro wakes up earlier to make bone marrow soup and rice, something he noticed that helped him during his two days of being sick. He then softly shakes her awake to eat dinner and she surprisingly eats well, even asking for seconds which he gladly obliges.

“Bone marrow soup really is the cure to every illness,” Y/n says as she gulps down her second bowl and takes it to the sink.

“I’m glad you liked it. I hoped it wouldn’t be that bad considering it doesn’t taste exactly the same as the one you made for me.”Jotaro sheepishly replies whilst washing the dishes.

“It was more flavourful actually without being too overbearing for my tummy. Now, what's for dessert? I hope it has so much sugar.” Y/n excitedly says as Jotaro heads to the kitchen to plate their after-dinner snack.

He opens the container filled with double biscuits from her favourite bakery and she cries out in delight. 

“You had these delivered? Aw, thank you! I’ve been craving them all day.” she says before separating the layered biscuits and biting on one

“I know, you mumbled them mid-dream.” He calmly replies which almost makes y/n bash his head to the dining table but instead gives him the stink eye and bites once more at the already half-eaten biscuit.

“Can’t you just say welcome rather than embarrassing me?”

“No, where would the fun be in that? And are you getting better ? “ He asks the last part in a more serious tone which she nods at 

“Yeah, I’m not that disturbed, don't worry. By tomorrow, I’ll be chilling just will take some things slower than usual. And thank you for helping me, most people, even women don’t care as much when it comes to my cramps. I appreciate it” She smiles as she says it, crumbs still stuck around her mouth as she finishes her dessert.

“I will always be here for you. Never doubt that.” He responds as he softly wipes off the crumbs from her face.

* * *

Y/n walks into Jotaro’s balcony to find him lightly snoring mid-read. His chest softly inhales and exhales and the book atop it seems to be already halfway done.

With a slight smirk on her face, she slowly yet quickly moves back only to tiptoe back with a lit portion of an old newspaper. She slowly waves it across his face, careful enough to not burn him but close enough for him to smell the smoke and a slow twitching of his nose confirms his return to the conscious world as he slowly opens his eyes, she says

“Jojo, the house is on fire.”

This causes him to stand up straight, adrenaline to the max as he frantically looks at the unburned house in confusion and concern. After getting his grip on the prank, he scowls at a beaming y/n who laughs at his face. 

“Great Buddha aren’t you a handful.” He groans whilst rubbing his face awake.

“You are so gullible.” She replies with a smirk 

“And you cannot live in peace.” He mumbles while slumping down in his chair.

“Aw, don’t be mad, It was just a teeny joke.” She replies while sitting on his lap, arms placed around his neck.

“Give me a kiss and maybe I won’t be so mad.” He pulls her closer as he says so and before y/n is drawn even nearer him she pulls back and says.

“No, I’ll forget what I was coming to tell you. Tonight, the team planned a farewell party for me and I thought you could be my plus one as my unofficial official boyfriend.” She says while looking straight at him.

“What is ‘unofficial-official’ about our current relationship, We make out almost all the time and you have a promise ring from me.” Jotaro bluntly states

“Don’t be so vulgar. And besides, you never asked me to be your girlfriend.” she refutes.

“The promise ring is quite a huge sign.” He responds, the tone never shifting though gazing fondly at their intertwined hands between them

“I just want to be asked.” She silently mumbles while looking at the beach. now that it's approaching May, it seems less congested than it usually is and thus the white sands of the beach seem more exposed to the daylight.

“OK,” He says, his right hand repositioning her jaw to his face.

“Would you be my girlfriend mpenzi wangu?” (My love)

For the nth time y/n thanked God that her complexion does not accept un-melanated behaviours like blushing for he would gloat if he could see how quickly her cheeks rushed with blood at the affectionate Swahili term.

She instead says, “Yes mpenzie (My love), and don’t think you did something by saying that. I know you just want to show how your Swahili has improved.” 

And before he could defend himself, she hops off his lap with claims that she should get ready and he only smiles in amusement.

After her shower, Y/n chooses a creamy milkmaid summer dress with a corseted heart shape top and sheer long sleeves. And despite how she’d love to wear heels, the beach wouldn’t allow it so she chooses her equally creamy slip-on with a simple design. She decides on getting her faux fur jacket to warm her during the night and wears her small pink gemstones on her ears and the matching tiny necklace with the gold chain and decides on a charm bracelet that her granny gave her a while back 

She walks out to already find Jotaro in a loose-fitting polo shirt and loose-washed denim jeans with his white air forces. Surprisingly, he is hatless and his curls seem even bouncier than normal. And as accessories, he sports his favourite Bulgari watch and a mid-size Cuban chain link

“Damn, you really are showing out.” She says as she looks approvingly at his fit.

“Same to you, give me a spin.” He says as he leans back and Y/n twirls.

“Beautiful, though isn't the dress a bit too-”

“We’ll be running late, let's go” She cuts off by giving him his keys and locking up the house. Samosa remains unamused even as they close the door outside while promising to come back soon.

After a surprisingly short drive filled with y/n constantly changing songs midway and Jotaro being mildly irritated by it, they arrive at the soon-to-be-opened “Starfish Hotel”. The entire building seems empty though on looking ahead bright light illuminates the beach area where the tents have been propped up  

As they approach the area, they notice that most people had already arrived.

“Ah, there she is, the guest of honour .” Kate acknowledges as she hugs y/n tightly.

“Wow, y’all went all out .” She says as he looks at the decor.

“Well, It also acts as a welcome to the hospitality staff and a celebratory dinner for the management.” She says unabashedly.

“Killing three birds with one stone.Typical Kenyan behaviour. Anyway, this is my boyfriend Jotaro, Jotaro this is Kate one of my besties here alongside Mary who should be around here.” Y/n introduces as Jotaro shakes his hand with a small ‘pleasure’ and Kate reciprocates the firm enough handshake.

“Oh, Y/n is that you? “ And y/n frowns as she hears the mind-numbing auto of the man casually approaching her while predatorily looking at her.

“Kamau. You’re here?” Y/n questions in a pitchy tone whilst side-eyeing Kate who immediately looks away. As he attempts to raise his hands to a hug she deftly forces a handshake.

“We’ll  miss having you here, no one is quite a looker like you .” He continues to babble and she makes a face like someone is grating metal directly close to her ears. Jotaro firmly holds her waist and moves beside him before saying.

“Hey. I’m Jotaro, Y/n’s boyfriend.” He lowly says while glaring at him. Stunned, Kamau looks up at him and mumbly replies ‘Pleasure’ before quickly making an excuse to exit the thick atmosphere. When he leaves, he questions

“Is that jerk the same Kamau who’s been harassing you at work.”

“Yep, and Kate, you promised not to invite him. What happened.?” Y/n tone laced with betrayal faces a guilty-looking Kate

“He was placed on the organising committee and is good friends with the supervisor. Couldn’t say no.” Kate sheepishly replied.

“Well at least you tried, but you seriously did a good job so I can’t complain. Let’s have the buffet ok.” Y/n reassuringly responds and rubs Kate’s arms.

The buffet has a large variety of food. From ribs and baked honey-coated wings to buttered  naan and garlic fried rice. And a large assortment of sweets which y/n almost squeals at in delight. According to Mary, who eagerly greets y/n and Jotaro, the chefs are testing out new recipes before the big opening. 

As they munch and y/n continues to greet those who come her way with cheerly delight, Jotaro looks on lovingly. He had never seen her at her social element and assumed as much as she was just as much of a homebody as he is, she was just as socially reserved as him but it didn’t seem that way as she eagerly referred to him as ‘Her handsome boyfriend’. The way she would make men who obviously looked onto her with intrigue known well to men, be reminded of his presence and the seriousness of their new relationship. The way that after dinner, despite being a bit too full she danced leisurely with her girlfriends. It was wonderful to see her at her social peak and when the night would become a bit too long, and the partying a tad too annoying, she’d call on him. For now, he was contented to watch her in the distance.

After a few words from the mc who wanted to acknowledge the reason for the festivities, they went back to dancing and y/n, noticing Jotaro was seated, nods at him to dance with her which he declines and she shrugs her shoulders in acceptance as she continues to play whatever party games she’s been shoved into.

“Damn, your girl sure is a beauty.” Mark, one of y/n’s old colleagues with who she is unfamiliar, says as he sits next to Jotaro.

“I know.” He bluntly responds.

“Yeah. Though she is kind of a snob. For a woman, she should have less attitude if she wants to keep a man.” Kamau unnecessarily adds as he sits across Mark.

Jotaro simply grips his cup a tad tighter than normal yet says nothing.

“Really, she seems sweet though, gave me half of her tiramisu when she noticed I didn’t get any.” Mark muses out, his tone seemingly taken by the kind gesture.

“She must have been flirting. And next to Jotaro. Females really are shameless.”

The contents of Jotaro’s cup spill due to how tightly he grips it and at one look at Kamau, he brutishly says in a low tone whilst looking at a wide-eyed Kamau

“Out of respect for my girlfriend’s former colleagues, I kept quiet. But I will not tolerate you hurling insults at her. And she told me all about you. How she could notice that you wanted her. And it took me all the force necessary to not deal with you sooner. So if you don’t want to be pummeled, keep her name out of your fucking mouth.”

And then he walked away from a stunned Mark and a quivering Kamau to her who, unaware, was currently failing at a limbo game. She camly accepts defeat when she notices Jotaro near her and says 

“Why are your frown lines showing ?” She smoothens out his forehead which causes him to relax.”

“Nothing my love.” He softly responds, removing her hand from his forehead and giving each one a kiss.

“Stop that, we’re in public.” Y/n shyly says as she removes her hands from his 

This time though, Jotaro joins her in playing some games and after a few wins in his belt all under y/n’s name as she claimed he’s ‘Good at everything’ and couldn’t prove her wrong simply because of pride they head home, happy that they actually went to the event.

* * *

Despite the ignorance played around the Kujo-L/n household, the day came for y/n to take flight. She felt the jitters and anxiety from uprooting her life to someplace new even though it was for a short while. She contemplated cancelling the thing but after Patience went to excruciatingly long details on how difficult it was to get her the visa in a successful attempt to make her feel guilty, she bit down her fears. And yet, the day still arrived.

At the Mombasa SGR terminus, where she would head to the JKIA in Nairobi she looked over the large floor-to-ceiling window which displayed the outskirts of her beautiful city. She had already bid her mom and grandma a tearful one as this was the first time in a long time she had seen her dear mom’s eyes well up. Samosa, who was dropped off with all her toys and remaining food at her place simply let y/n pet her a little more than usual and there was a glint of something when she looked back at her for the last time in a while.

‘First Class boarders, please prepare your luggage as the gates open.’

Patience and Abdul decide that this is the perfect time to rush to the washrooms and Y/n, slightly annoyed remains seated with Jotaro.

“I’ll miss you, my love.” Jotaro sorrowfully says as he hugs her tightly.

“I’ll miss you more. Nakupenda.” Y/n hoarsely replies, attempting to not let her waterly eyes burst into tears. 

And they shared one last kiss even as the last warning for the trains blares out. And as her friends rushedly tell ‘Mr Lover Boy’ to let her go, she releases from their tight hug first and before she enters the train, she notices he mouths something to her in a watery smile.

When they are finally sat and the train begins to move away from Mombasa, as her two menaces attempt to lift her mood by teasing about her little white boy, she realises with a smile that he had mouthed out the phrase,

‘Nakupenda pia.’

( I love you too) 

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[causenessus]

HI LOVELY!! good morning afternoon or evening to you! how’s your day been!! i hope you’ve eaten AND REMEMBER TO EAT DURING UR LONG SHIFTS OR I WILL APPEAR ON UR SCREEN !!! (lovingly) the way i gasped when i read your response because i was just like… YOU DIDNT EAT? :( i was so distraught but i hope whatever u had for dinner was good, but still !! always remember to eat and take care of yourself or the ghost of me will scold u (lovingly again) (nothing but love for you always)

today i had banh xeo for breakfast (tbh at this point i feel like you can guess what nationality i am LMAO) but OMG YOU LIKE VIET FOOD?? WE ARE SO SOULMATES !! TWIN FLAME !! AND OMG THATS SO CUTE I HAVE A VOICE IM HHHH that’s so cute i feel so very honoured but omg yesterday while i was like doing whatever right i had a realization that im literally like mystic messenger right now with the “make sure you eat!!” “how are you!!” like IM LITERALLY A CHARACTER IN MYSTIC MESSENGER RIGHT NOW THATS CRAZY (id be so embarrassed if you didn’t know what mystic messenger is but also would not blame you) ALSO YES WE CAN YAP TOGETHER I LOVE YAPPING BUT IM DEFINITELY YAPPING TOO MUCH LIKE I WANNA REPLY TO EVERYTHING YOU SAID SO IM LIKE HHH YAP YAP YAP me and ness are literally yapper and yapper like im trying to hold back but im here like omg among us??? omg whack dreams??? i wanna know what dreams??? omg school?? i’m school soon too!!

but but one more thing omg i’m so sorry LOL BUT I FEEL LIKE WE’RE IN THE SAME TIMEZONE?? BECAUSE EVERYTIME YOU MENTION THE TIME IN YOUR POSTS i check my time and im like huh.. silly… coincidence, but it’s 4pm for me rn !!maybe im crazy maybe im not but omg when it gets to school you can 100% rant about it because i will 100% do it too HAHA school has me like like genuinely tweaking like one small thing and im like OH MY GOD YOU WILL NOTTTT BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED TODAY

omg sorry i need to wrap this up but yes try again is amazing don’t doubt yourself and u can always yap to me whenever whenever like i’ll literally make a burner account and dm you instead so we can yap without having to flood your blog or if you don’t mind i don’t mind but mango anon loves you very much and mango anon would want ness to take care of herself forever and always and HAVE A GOOD DAY !!! xoxoxo

AAAAA OMG I AM HERE LIKE 11 HOURS LATER <33 DO NOT WORRY I AM EATING AS WE SPEAK BEFORE MY LONG SHIFT tbh i felt like so nauseous about eating anything though today idk why (i have like two suspicions lmao i def know why) but since i'm working i was like "then i'll just pick something up on the way there!!" so i went to my groccery store to get a sandwhich BUT THEY DIDN'T HAVE ANY </333 so i'm having a blazing dragon poke bowl instead??? and it's okay 😔 like i don't know how i feel yet about groccery store sushi and stuff but i've had it before!! it's just a bunch of spicy imitation crab, cucumber, carrots, and rice and i'm mainly just there for the rice. AND OMG i walked around the store bc i was trying to see if they had liquid death (caffeinated tea i think. i don't like it but i really need caffeine today </3) and they didn't have any and i decided to go back to like their little food section to get bao (you can probably guess my ethnicity too 😭) and i almost got hit bc this man WHIPPED around when i tried to pass him like i literally ducked i was so scared he was about to hit me and that man was STILL not aware of me. ANYWAY SORRY RANDOM STORY YOU AND ME AND VIET FOOD!!! TWIN FLAMES!!

ALSO OMG MYSTIC MESSENGER 😭 BRO I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT 707 LIKE TWO DAYS AGO WHEN THAT WHOLE ANON APOCALYPSE HAPPENED I WAS LIKE "i'm going to go 707 on these people and find out where they live and haunt them /hj" PLEASE I FORGOT ALL ABOUT THEIR LITTLE "remember to eat" messages and everything but it's so cute <33 and YES we will yap together!! i went in to school today although it starts tomorrow to switch up my schedule and going there was HORRIBLE i saw so many disgusting people :/// BUT i have a pretty good schedule now so it has it's pros and cons!!! i just give people dirty looks and accidentally saw "ew" aloud all the time :))) AND IK THAT SOUNDS MEAN BUT LIKE YK HOW PEOPLE ARE and the people that live in my state are all rich privileged kids and it never changes 😭 i see them everywhere AND THEY ALL LOOK THE SAME AND ACT THE SAME AND ARE GROSS

and LMAO A BURNER ACCOUNT I WOULD TOTALLY TAKE IT THOUGH!!! i'd love to talk to you whenever please please please feel free to make one and dm whenever you'd like!! <3 I LOVE SEEING YOUR ASKS THOUGH I LITERALLY WILL BE HAPPY EITHER WAY AS LONG AS I GET TO TALK TO YOU <3 I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY TODAY ANON!!

[britishchick09]

The Great Train Adventure: A Wadlow Sibling Fic

happy birthday to harold jr! this special fic starring him took 5 days to write (august 7th to the 12th)... and it's different from any i've done before! :o enjoy!

harold jr. loves playing with his train, but he wants more than just the living room. he dreams up a scenario full of stones, sisters, bandits... and lots of adventure!

 “Choo choo! Here comes the Wadlow Express!” Harold Jr. Wadlow announced.

A silver train zoomed down the tracks. It wound its way down before stopping abruptly. A huge hand was in its way!

“Oh no!” Robert exclaimed. “How will the train get around?”

It poked the hand a couple times.

“I don’t think that’ll work.”

“Get out of the way, Mr. Hand!” Harold Jr. said. “Please?” The hand barrier lifted. The train zoomed down the tracks before coming to a halt.

“We’ve arrived at Alton Station, folks!” Harold Jr. announced in a slightly deep voice. “This is your captain, Harold Wadlow, speaking. Have a great day!” Robert chuckled. “That sounds more like an airplane pilot.”

Harold smiled as he let go of his toy train set. “It’s always fun to go around the tracks, but I wish we could go around the world.”

“Around the world? That would take an awfully long time. Although it would probably be faster than eighty days.”

“I mean go somewhere other than the living room floor! Like when we went to Chicago last winter.”

“I remember that. You wouldn’t stop talking about the train trip when we got home! But then you moved right onto airplanes.”

“I love planes, trains and automobiles! But I love trains most of all right now. It would be so much fun to take another trip on one,” Harold Jr. grinned. “Or maybe an adventure! One beyond our imaginations!”

He moved a black box forward and flicked a switch, causing the train to move on its own! It was powered by electricity. He watched the train loop around the shining tracks as he began a new journey…

...

 It was a sunny summer afternoon. A sleek, modern train sped along the tracks.

A girl in an old-fashioned burgundy dress frowned as she rapidly waved a hand fan back and forth. She moved it away from her face while saying, “I do wish it wasn’t so stuffy in here!”

“Oh, Helena, you’re always complaining!” a girl with sausage curls said. “Crack a window or something.”

"Oh, I can't possibly do that. It would mess up my gloves."

"Well, I don't think it's too bad."

Helena looked down at her sister. “You’re still young, Bettina. You don’t know what it’s like to be a lady like me. All these buttons to button and corsets to lace!”

“I lace corsets and button my buttons and I’m perfectly fine,” Bettina said. “You’re just fussy.”

Helena crossed her arms with a frown. “I am not stuffy!” “Just this morning you said my curls weren’t tight enough. And here you are fixing the bow on my dress!”

Helena took her hand away from Bettina and looked out the window.

“Air troubles?” a deep voice asked.

The sisters looked up, seeing a tall man.

“Yes, it’s horribly stuffy in here.” Helena said. “Even though I’m perfectly fine!” Bettina added. “And it’s ‘terribly’. ‘Horribly’ seems too strong.”

“We can take care of that…” the man said with a smile.

He pushed a button on the ceiling. Air floated down onto sisters!

“Wow!” Bettina exclaimed. “Is this train magic?”

The man chuckled. “No, it’s air conditioning.”

“What an amazing thing! I wish we had this back in-” Helena stopped and gave a sheepish smile. “Thank you…”

“Mr. Roberto,” the man said with a smile. “I’m very glad I could help make your experience better. Would you like anything to eat and drink? Our specials are lemonade and soda.”

“A ham and cheese sandwich with soda for me!” Bettina replied.

“Tea sandwiches and lemonade for me,” Helena said. “Those won’t get crumbs on my new dress or harm my teeth.”

The sisters squinted at each other.

“Sandwiches and drinks coming right up,” Roberto said before going over to the aisle across from them. “And would you like anything, sir?”

A boy named Junior looked up from his book. “I’ll have a glass of lemonade. Or maybe a soda. Or both!”

Roberto chuckled. “Coming right up.”

Junior set his book down. This was his first time traveling alone. He was nervous, but so far everything had gone well. Conductor Wadlow had let him pull the whistle! Now, he looked out the window.

“I wonder where we are.” Junior said out loud.

“We’re in northern Arizona,” Bettina replied. “I’ve been following the route on my map the whole time!”

Junior leaned forward, smiling at the friendly girl. She held up a map of the United States and pointed at Arizona.

“Wow, I thought it would be like the desert!” Junior remarked. “Most of this state is nothing but a dry wasteland,” Helena replied. “But it’s nice up north,” She leaned back with a sigh. “I’ll be happy when we finally get to California!”

“California? That’s where I’m going! I’m visiting my friend, Ralph. I live in Illinois, so we’ve been pen pals up until now,” Junior replied. “Where did you guys come from?”

“From the-”

Helena gave Bettina an unladylike nudge and said, “From nowhere in particular.”

“But it’s a long way from home, that’s for sure!” Bettina added before giving a sheepish chuckle.

Just then, someone pushed the train car doors open with a cart. It was Addina the waitress.

“I have two orders of sandwiches and three orders of drinks,” she said as she stopped the cart in between the sisters and Junior. “Made with love, of course!”

Junior was handed his glasses of lemonade and soda. He took a sip of one, then the other. He decided that they tasted better separately!

"Mmm, delicious!" Bettina said before taking a big bite of her sandwich.

"How not ladylike!" Helena sniffed disapprovingly before telling Addina, "Thank you."

Addina smiled. "You're very welcome. Call if you need anything else."

She exited the passenger car. As soon as the door closed, a scream could be heard! Harold Jr. nearly choked on his lemonade in surprise. He and the sisters looked over their shoulders, watching as Addina stumbled backwards into the car. The cart was shoved aside, but it wasn't her doing...

"Take one more step and the giant gets it!" a rough voice said.

Out came a man wearing a bandana and a cowboy hat, both in black.

Helena raised her eyebrows and began to rise from the seat.

"Stay down!" the man ordered, pointing his switchblade at her.

Helena sat down, trying to keep her voice calm as she asked, "Who are you? What do you want?"

"I'm The Bad Bandit," the man said. "And I want something you have."

Junior didn't have anything valuable in his suitcase. He looked over at the sisters. Their blue eyes were fearful. Now that they were wider, he could see a speck of gold in them.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure we can get it without any trouble," Addina said. "Now if you'll just sit down and-"

The Bad Bandit's mouth couldn't be seen, but Junior could tell that he was frowning.

"I don't play nice,” he growled. “Not after what happened. Now if you'll get outta my way, we'll get this done a lot quicker!"

He brandished his switchblade again, pointing it at Addina's neck. Junior jumped up and grabbed her hand. She stepped near the seats, moving away from the bandit. Then she rushed into the seat in front of Junior, who confronted the bandit.

"Just tell us what you want," he said. "Then everyone can stay safe."

The Bad Bandit narrowed his eyes. "I want..."

He lunged towards the sisters. Bettina grabbed Helena's fan and whacked the bandit with it, sending him to the ground! She pointed it at him and said, "No one touches my sister except for me, you hear?"

The bandit made another move, but Junior tackled him to the floor! He looked into the bandit's eyes for a moment, noting that it looked like a speck of dust was stuck in them. Then he saw a shiny object tumble out of his pocket. Junior picked it up. It was a purple stone.

Helena gasped. "Why, that's-"

Junior didn't hear the rest of her sentence. After absentmindedly rubbing his thumb against the stone, he appeared outside of the train!

"Ahhh!" Junior screamed.

He was holding onto the windowsill of the train. The window jiggled, moving alongside his hair, which whipped through the wind.

Helena opened it. She took a deep breath, enjoying the air for just a moment before calling, "Grab my hand!"

Junior took her gloved hand. She and Bettina pulled him into the train. He collapsed on the seat in a huff.

"What in the world just happened?" he asked.

"Helena saved your life!" Bettina replied in amazement.

"It wasn't entirely ladylike, but I couldn't leave you hanging," Helena said before shutting the window. "How in the world did you get out there?"

Junior felt the stone in his pocket and took it out. "I rubbed this and the next thing I knew, I was dangling!"

Bettina took the stone, gazing at it in awe before fishing through her dress pockets. "I knew it looked familiar…"

She held out an identical stone!

"Where did you get this?" Helena asked the bandit.

"I've had it for years," he replied before telling Bettina, "As long as you've been around."

Bettina frowned. "You don't know that. You don't know me!"

"You don't know me... but I do."

"Of course you do..." Junior smiled. "You're related to him!"

Bettina gasped. "What?"

"Oh my!" Addina exclaimed.

"H- How in the world do you know that?" Helena asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"I thought I saw some dirt in his eye... but it was really a speck," Junior said. "A speck of gold!"

“Just like our eyes…” Helena whispered.

She slowly walked over to The Bad Bandit.

“Helena!” Bettina exclaimed, reaching out to grab her sister’s arm.

Helena moved her arm and stood in front of The Blue Bandit. She slowly removed his bandana and hat. Hair just as blonde as the sisters and eyes just as blue and gold greeted her.

“Eugenio?” Helena whispered.

The Bad Bandit’s eyes sparkled as he smiled. “Helena.”

Helena grinned and gave him a hug. “Oh, I never thought I’d see you again!”

Addina wiped a tear from her eye as Roberto ducked into the car. He silently sat in the nearest seat and watched the happy scene.

“How do you know him?” Bettina inquired.

Helena let go of Eugenio. Tears were in her eyes as she looked at Bettina and said, “This is our brother.”

“Wha- We have a brother?”

“Yes, you do,” Eugenio said. “I left when you were just a baby. But it wasn’t on purpose!” He looked at the stone Junior held. “That stone is responsible.”

“He disappeared and we had no idea where he went,” Helena said. “We searched for years, but it seemed like he was gone for good…. until I found our stone in the attic. As soon as I saw the missing half, I knew what had happened. That’s when I knew we couldn’t stop searching for him!”

“Then you taught me how to use the stone,” Bettina remembered. “And we’ve been traveling ever since. I had no idea the person we were looking for was our brother!”

Helena nodded. When she looked at Eugenio again, her expression had changed to annoyance.

“I didn’t expect him to be such a jerk when we reunited!”

Eugenio flinched. “I’m sorry! I’ve been traveling through the decades trying to find you! It’s been hard adjusting to life in the future,” He lowered his head with a sigh. “I guess that jaded me.”

Junior’s eyes widened in surprise “Wait, did you just say… ‘traveling through the decades’?”

The siblings looked at each other. “You might as well know,” Helena said. “We’re from the nineteenth century.” “The stone helps us travel through time!” Bettina added.

“That’s why life’s been so hard for me,” Eugenio said. “It’s tough adjusting to the future multiple times. I had to relearn everything. I tried going back home, but the stone sent me further along! It was so frustrating…”

Helena put a hand on his shoulder. “Life will be a lot easier from now on. You can leave your life of crime behind and live with us.”

“We’ll go home together!” Bettina exclaimed with a grin.

“Yes…” Eugenio ruffled her curls. “Together at last.”

...

 The siblings reconnected throughout the rest of the journey. Junior was fascinated by their stories, especially Eugenio’s.

The train arrived in California all too soon. Junior followed the siblings to a secluded area in the station.

“Thank you for reuniting us,” Helena said. “I never thought I’d see my brother again!” Junior smiled, lowering his head as his face warmed bashfully. “It was nothing.” “Even though it was everything,” Eugenio ruffled his hair. “Thanks a lot, kid.”

Junior raised his head and said, “I wish we could keep in touch somehow. But you’re going to a different century!” “Oh, I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” Bettina held up the stone. “We have a little help!”

Junior grinned. “We’ll meet up as soon as I’m home! See you then!”

The siblings said their goodbyes. Then Bettina and Helena held onto Eugenio as he rubbed the stone. A second later, they faded away. They had returned to the nineteenth century.

Just then, Junior heard a voice call, “There you are!” “Ralph!” Junior called back.

He ran over to his pen pal and gave him a hug.“How was the trip?” Ralph inquired. “Was it fun?” “Oh, was it ever!” Junior replied. “It’s a trip I’ll never forget!”

...

 “When Junior came home, he found something waiting for him at home. It was a stone! Now he could visit the siblings, too. They remained friends for the rest of their time,” Harold Jr. concluded the story. “The end!” Robert clapped. “That was a great story!”

They heard sniffles and looked over their shoulders. To their surprise, Betty, Helen and Eugene were leaning over the couch.

“You’re crying over that?” Eugene asked Helen.

“What? It’s a beautiful story about family!” Helen gave him a look. “Don’t lie, you got a bit emotional during the reveal.”

“I didn’t expect the sisters to be related to The Bad Bandit!” Betty remarked.

“Even though we’re related in real life?” Eugene asked.

“Well, the rules of Storyland don’t apply to real life. It was such a great twist!”

“Looks like we have a storyteller in the house.” Robert said, smiling at Harold Jr.

“I have more train stories if you want to hear them.” Harold Jr. said.

“Yeah!” Betty exclaimed, rushing to her brothers.

She sat beside the toy train. Helen and Eugene followed her soon after. Then Harold Jr. flicked the train’s switch, sending the siblings on a new great adventure.

[pr0ductivity-in-sh4dow]

[ 19 July 2023 ] ( day 3 . week 3 )

It’s been a minute since I posted one of these journals/

how we feeling today?:

Some mixed feelings, honestly.

Had a bit of a rough start this week thinking about some projects I feel a bit behind on + socializing. I’ve been teetering on full burn-out for a few weeks now and each week seems to get me no closer to my main goal of completing certain projects (although I’m not necessarily getting further from that goal either).

That said - going to the gym last night gave me some time to think more deeply about my work load and work style.

I think I’m settling on how I want to show up as a Black man in a professional (government) setting, literally and figuratively. The political aspects of my work are not my cup of tea, so I’m making a deliberate decision to avoid and reject it altogether. There are people who benefit from considering the political implications of their actions, but I’m not one of them.

The goals I intend to achieve require collaboration and maneuvering, yes, but I shouldn’t have to pretend to be something or someone I’m not. I’ll leave that to people who care about that sh*t. All I care about is living in accordance to my virtues and achieving my personal goals, I don’t care about what legacy I leave or anything like that.

Also I’m thinking of implementing a bit of dress code for myself despite working from home just so I can feel a separation between my work mind state and my home mind state. Plus I feel like I’ll be taken a bit more seriously if I switch up the classic t-shirt look from time to time.

Another wondering I meditated on was my current workflow.

I know I like my work, but I think where I need improvement is procedures, self-guidance, and knowledge/expertise. So, I need to make time during my scheduled day to address these in addition to the project management aspect of my work. As it’s designed now - my foundation for time/project management is rocky, so that’s something that will need to be improved over time (perhaps over the next FY).

Additionally, I want to transition from just working on tasks to actually closing out projects in a manner and timeframe that I can be proud of.

The best place to start will be closing out open worksheets and tasks that are over a year old. Finishing those will allow me more flexibility in creating a more productive/accurate work flow and weekly schedule based on a normal work load.

Last thing - being social with co-workers is low key hard as f*ck.

I know it’s more of a social anxiety in general than it is specific to my co-workers though. Just one of the crippling realizations, reminders and realities of being a Black man in America.🙃

But even so, there’s more to life than constant risk/threat assessment whenever I leave the house / and finding those moments and people that give you joy is a big part of how to process that and continue living. So, especially since I work 40 hours a week with the people, I’ll make a list of people at the Agency to connect with and just make plans one by one.

important task(s) of the day:

Complete worksheet no.18612 and worksheet no. 77911. Will likely do an all-nighter tonight to get this done and off my E-desk.

art of the day:

motivational quote:

[ghostlycoze]

Well THIS made my terrible chronic-pain day significantly less terrible! What a pleasant surprise!! :D This absolutely made my day to get to see, I’m so honoured to see you draw my silly little headcanons and to hear you were inspired by them!

I’ve been offline for a while but itching to share some of my ideas, so this is the perfect opportunity–thank you for the invitation! (Oh, and I’m totally taking your Lilypad Essay post as an excuse to ramble about an au i've been working on called the Iterator Revolution—a lilypad-centred eventual-off-the-string AU! Buuuut I got to this one faster >:P)

Now to see if I can organise my mess of thoughts about these silly little robots…

I’m busting out the cozy tea for this one lads. [cracks knuckles]

This is almost exactly how I imagine them, although with a couple little additions that make mine just a liiiiiittle more organic (though I ADORE exploring the more mechanical parts of these guys too!!). Mainly things like innate behaviours they have that are utterly pointless aside from purely communication-based purposes; things that come instinctually to them as a result of deep rooted genetics that don’t really apply to what they are as a whole. For example, yawning! I’ve given my iterators a cute equivalent of “yawning”, which is a combination of cute antennae flutters (like when a cat stretches real hard), scrunching their faces up, usually stretching at the same time, and a deep exhale through their vents. It’s not exactly a yawn, but it's their way of being reminded of their own energy (and it's just cute~)

I feel the urge to go “Biiiiig stretch…” Whenever I imagine these little guys stretching, like you'd do with cats. Cuties, the lot of ‘em.

I imagine in my HCs that they could dream as well; as I tend to imagine their puppets hold a fair bit of the bio in their biomechanical forms, I imagine a lot of their more organic needs would shine through especially once off the string—and given the way they could run countless parallel mental processes at once, I feel like dreaming isn’t too far fetched. Just like how our brains use sleep-time to process information, maybe they only start dreaming once they’re off the string, because to process all that background information while processing active happening things at the same time could be too much now that they've been reduced to their puppets–so that's instead been moved to be a sleep-process.

And for a side dish of angst: Moon and Pebbles would probably be the most prone to nightmares. Moon with collapsing and drowning, and Pebbles with the Rot... Ouch.

Somewhat-related to their sleep (moreso cuddling), I imagine once they're off-the-string, they'd come to realise a new need of theirs is the need for touch. Almost all creatures have it, and while they’d have never known until coming off the string, they too desire it.

Maybe I’m just a sucker for comfort-fluff, but I feel like the first time any of them get to just hold each other, they’d be likely to just cry. Between having never really experienced physical touch before (I imagine maintenance from the Ancients hardly counted, they were likely “switched off” for such things anyways), being almost overwhelmed by it given their deprivation, realising how much they’ve wanted it, and realising how cruel it is that this is something they desire given they’d been caged and separated from each other… Yeah, that’s a lot of emotions for one being to have. It’s relief of what they have, and it's grief of what they should’ve had sooner.

Extending off that, another HC I vaguely remember picking up from another artist’s ideas (I’ve absolutely forgotten who, but I’ll credit when I remember!), is that they all have a sort of electromagnetic field (?), a sort of faint vibration of energy that they can feel from each other like a comforting aura of the other’s presence. Other organic creatures can’t feel it, and before they could touch in person they weren’t aware of it, and yet it’s something that becomes a big source of soothing and a hint of intimacy when iterators cuddle. Those energies almost sort of combine, like the idea of your heartbeat or breathing syncing with a loved one when holding them—and it brings a sense of familiarity, like being back in their cans when they felt the room thrum and hum with their own life force; a sense of home, found in one another. I also imagine newer gens have a stronger electromagnetic field, so it’s more noticeable and special for Moon than it is for Sig when they’re together!

Aaaand slightly less related but still wanted to mention, is iterator stimming!! Maybe it's a bit of projection, but I totally imagine these little guys need to stim, ESPECIALLY when off-the-string. Going from your loud can with 40 different processes going through your head at once, messages coming in from all over your city, an endlessly racing mind designed purely to iterate, to think. And then take all of that away. Leave nothing but a little guy who can only have the amount of mental processes you and I have (albeit likely VERY intelligent processes, but still.) Yeah, the understimulation would be hard to deal with! Everything is too quiet, they need to do something, they were never not doing something so to not constantly be busy would be difficult to adjust to! And so, they’d start stimming. Something to stimulate them, to get all of that energy out, to focus their mind on.

I feel like Sig in particular stimmed before coming off-the-string too—spun around on his rig and did little flips and swoops in the antigravity—though the others may have too. Moon, while she’d never admit it, totally loved hanging upside down now and then. She even does it in-game! Pebbles spun his pearls around, and Suns probably had their own form too, maybe even painting the wall of their chamber? (could explain where Spearmaster got their artistic flair from!)

But after getting off the string, they’d have to find new ways to stim.

Sig definitely does the handflaps, kicks his legs, will just stand and spin around if she’s particularly energetic—the more “big” stims, very obvious. (Little note: I tend to bounce between he/she pronouns for Sig, another little fun HC I picked up from a friend!)

Moon flutters her antennae a fair bit (as does Suns, though theirs can move outwards while Moon’s can only move up and down), wiggles around and bounces on her feet—cute full-body stims that aren’t super intense, but still quite obvious.

Suns moreso rotates their antennae around, but has much slower and the most subtle stims. Gently rubs their hands together and such. I honestly don't have as many ideas for them, but hopefully I'll come up with some more soon enough!

Pebbles taps his fingers on things, bounces his leg—fast yet small stims, usually that he tries to play off and hide. I wouldn’t be surprised to catch him spinning a spear around just to busy his hands. Oh, and he moves his antennae a lot—twitches his antennae wildly at pretty much any and every sound or even thought he has.

This idea is mostly because my design for him has extremely long, flexible antennae, but I like to think newer gens are very expressive with their antennae in general (when they have them… sorry Sig), since they’re far more emotionally in tune with themselves than their older counterparts. Moon and Suns struggle to understand their needs and emotions because they were seen as far more “robot” than individuals at their time of creation, plus any need would be immediately attended to by maintenance workers. For newer generations, they develop their personalities and recognise their emotions a lot faster, as a result of being allowed to be far more individual and “alive”, and also a purposeful measure so they can take care of themselves; less work for those lazy ancients! E.g. While Moon and Pebbles both overwork themselves (runs in the family, eh?), Moon is usually a result of not realising how tired she is, while Pebbles is aware but ignores it.

There’s so many ideas I have for this concept, but some main ones are:

Sig and Pebbles helping Moon and Suns unpack their feelings because it comes a lot less naturally to the two

Moon and Suns making an active effort to better learn how to express their feelings (especially romantic) to better emotionally connect with the recipients (Sig and Pebbles)

The conflict potential (that already somewhat shows in canon) of such a difference. E.g. Suns failed to properly communicate on an emotional level resulting in only furthering Pebbles’ anger in the Spearmaster campaign.

But anyways, back to their sleep habits!

The slurred speech, the devolving into basic beeps for communication, saying silly sleepy-nonsense, that’s all totally how I imagine it!

In fact I have a whole scene idea of Sig and Pebbles bonding when Pebbles is very sleepy, and it’s actually the basis of my “Pebbles is a noodlefly” joke. While I’ve yet to draw it, the basis is:

NSH: You know, you remind me a lot of noodleflies. Pink, long face…

FP: Mmm… Rude…

NSH: Oh, quit being so moody. You’re a grouch even when you’re exhausted.

FP: … [Sleepily honks like a noodlefly, in an attempt to prove he can play along with jokes]

NSH: Ha – HA! No way, did you just honk!?

FP: Shhhut up… Too loud…

NSH: Pfft— Sorry, sorry… Get some rest, ya’ noot.

It becomes a big inside joke for the two. On the occasion Sig’s in need of some cheering up, Pebbles will cast aside his pride and honk to make him laugh.

Anyways, back to sleepy-HCs. I imagine iterators needed sleep when attached to their cans, though significantly less. Like any computer, if you leave it running forever, it’ll eventually overheat or begin to wear down–so some down-time is needed! Though that need for rest is significantly more important considering the amount of exertion being used by their puppets. While I headcanon the iterators are remarkably strong given their metal bodies, they’re probably not the most fit given they’ve never gone for a walk in their lives! Until their muscles (whether those be organic, mechanical, or some kind of metal-meat mushy mix!) get used to it, they’re gonna be sore and tired after their first cycles of off-the-string life.

I adore the way you incorporated their models into these headcanons too, I definitely imagine Moon is one of the sleepiest given her older design. And she DEFINITELY holds some guilt there as a result—frankly, my hc-moon tends to struggle with a fair bit of guilt after suddenly becoming what she feels like is a “burden” after so long of being the strongest senior that everyone could lean on. Between her ailments as a result of her collapse (chronic fatigue, sensitivity to stimuli, a vocal glitch, etc.), her general inefficiencies due to being an older design, and her phobias she’s developed after all she's been through (mainly of water and heights), she does need a lot of help. (I might make a little post on my HCs for her post-collapse side effects later! Though I did ramble about her sensory issues a little here if you'd like to see!)

I think generally that’s something they all struggle with. Needs. While thankfully they don't need to worry about needs of food and such, sleep would generally be their most vulnerable state and need (minus emotional needs). Moon needs the most help with sleep (just like your ideas!), and usually goes to Sig for comfort and cuddles, though I like to think she’s quite affectionate with everyone.

Suns and Moon have the most vague relationship in my eyes, so a while back I made it my mission to explore that. Running off of Sig’s dialogue in-game of all the iterators having a rough-stage at the start (that Pebbles supposedly plateaued at), I imagine Suns is just a bit younger than Moon. Moon had had her rough patch (and boy did she have a rough patch… Maybe I’ll explore my emo-phase iterator HCS eventually!), and once Suns came around, she helped them out of theirs. I’ve got a big ol' chunk of HC-lore for Suns’ rough-patch, which in summary: Suns was treated as a gifted kid, had their head filled with “The new and improved! The best of the best!” mindset, and it inflated their ego a lot. They were kind of a prick, over-ambitious, and then they met their ego-death when they tried to lead a large-scale ascension. And failed. It led to many being echoed, and… Yeah. No wonder Suns is such an emotional wreck (lovingly) in the Spearmaster campaign, and relies so heavily on Sig for support and emotional regulation. They thought they had another chance, to help someone they cared so dearly for, and they failed again. That’s also why I imagine Suns tried so hard to try to mentor Pebbles and help him out of his egotistical rough-patch—Suns of all people knows what it’s like to be in that mindset, and wants to save him.

But back to Suns and Moon, it was Moon who helped them pick themself up after all of that. While I don’t ship the two, I feel like they’re good close friends, so she’d give them a little cuddle too! Though usually it's Sig or, when his ego allows it, Pebbles.

I tend to mess around with their dynamics a lot, especially since I’ve been introduced to the idea of a polycule-ship! Combine Trafficlight, Lilypad, Sunstone, and Ragequit, and what do you get? Cute, cuddly chaos! They all have adorable potential, I couldn’t resist sinking into the world of bashing these silly little guys’ faces together like they’re barbie dolls and going “Now kiss!”

Moon I imagine is the comfiest to cuddle; soft, squishy material along her plating makes her perfect teddy-bear material. While she tends to take a more holder role when cuddling her brother Pebbles or good friend Suns, she alternates the most with Sig. Sometimes they both just need to be held, so taking turns works best! The way I’ve designed the two (I really need to draw them properly soon) is that Moon’s more middle-bottom heavy, while Sig’s got a smaller torso, but big clunky hands and feet for some fun stylisation—but it also means those two slot into one another like two perfect little puzzle pieces!

While Moon is the softest, Sig personality-wise is actually the cuddliest. Once he discovers the wonders of physical affection, he’s always holding one of their hands or leaning on them or doing something just to have some contact. He’s got cycles to make up for, after all! Sig completely sinks into Suns’ lap, and (albeit with some wrangling), usually manages to get Pebbles curled up in hers. Another cute thought for Sig is that I imagine he is very interested in bioengineering (I mean, he created the first genetically modified slugcat messenger, it’s quite fitting!), and takes particular interest in observing the other three’s puppets. Take it platonic or romantic, I can see him just tracing the seams of whoever he’s cuddling’s plating and analysing their designs and mechanics and organic aspects before falling asleep.

Suns is, in my mind, the biggest. In my design (I really need to finish their design), they’re sort of an opposite to Moon—far more top-heavy, and also somewhat inspired by lizards! (Ft. fun little back spines that spike up and rattle when Suns is angry or scared) As a result, they’re probably more of a side sleeper, or sometimes on their back so the other can lay on their chest. With Pebbles and Sig, they’ll just hold one of the two in their lap and accidentally fall asleep like that—and it absolutely becomes a “well, you’re trapped now” situation.

Finally, Pebbles. Oh, Pebbles. While he’d never dare admit it, he almost always curls into a little ball like a slugcat, and is perfect to spoon. In my design he’s quite a spindly little guy as a result of being a newer generation, and also the most “animalistic” in design (much to his dismay. Digitigrade legs, a longer snoot-like face. The lot!), so he’s perfect to scoop up in your arms. If he had a mouth though, he would bite you for it. Though slowly, as he lets himself bring down his walls around the others, he definitely starts to welcome being held. Little did he know that’s what he needed all along.

WHEW! Okay I wrote a lot. Clearly I’ve been rotating these characters in my mind like a microwave for far too long, but that's a lil collection of my ideas!

Eventually I want to get around to rambling about my ideas of slugcat culture and how the iterators face that as well (a BIG theme in my TBTBU au~), but for now this seemed like a big collection of my ideas relevant to the sleepy-ators! (with a couple extras in there, because who can resist stimmy-ators?)

I can’t wait to hear more of your ideas and see more of your art, this was such a joy to ramble about and I hope some of them you can enjoy!

RW Headcanon: Goodnight, Moon

AHHH YESSSS, now that that Lilypad essay is done I can FINALLY share these—!

Hey, @ghostlycoze! So you remember a few months ago how I made that drawing acting on the Moon beepsnort headcanon, and how in my last reblog I eluded to the possibility of drawing out some of your headcanons again? Well, it looks like that time has come, and this time I've got not just drawings, but lots of additions to another headcanon of yours!

This time, it's from your tags in these three posts, which I also saw a while ago! Yet for some reason I began thinking about it again recently, and as is my nature with ideas I like, I decided to develop it further, and even draw it this time!

Also, just to preface, you'll see I did a bunch of notes beside the actual drawings as well. I'll share the picture and roughly type out the notes (in case my handwriting is a bit hard to read) as well as whatever info I couldn't fit on the page. Some of the text also just says "robots" rather than "iterators" because some of these ideas are stuff I actually imagine applying to robot characters in general! Maybe I'll make a post on that someday...

With all that out of the way though, the actual headcanon is under the cut! Hope you like it!

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What are iterators like when they’re sleepy? Do they even get “sleepy” the way we humans do? This headcanon answers that question with a focus on the iterators’ puppets. Much of this info is also framed in the context of a hypothetical “worm-off-the-string” scenario, since I believe that’s the main situation where sleep and getting tired would actually matter to the iterators.

Firstly, when iterator puppets are low on power, until they find a place to recharge they usually enter a power-saving state where, to conserve what’s left of it, their energy is temporarily redirected away from some of their less-important processes. The side-effect of this, however, is that iterator puppets show symptoms of drowsiness kinda like humans! Whereas humans may yawn, stretch, or rub their eyes when sleepy, iterators will often make sloppier/less precise movements, close their lenses a little, and may even have a harder time thinking, since they sometimes shut off some processors and other cognitive functions until they can recharge. The most common symptom, however, is slurred speech, coming from less power given to their speech-forming software.

Another very-common sign of iterator sleepiness is frequent beeping, often in place of words. This is because, like slurred speech, beeps take much less energy and processing to make than analyzing data, formulating a complex response, then vocalizing it clearly. Beeps are thus far more efficient for conveying simple emotions and reactions than words. Looks to the Moon in particular gets super beepy when she’s tired because she and other early models relied more on beeps for communication — they were made back when things like vivid emotion weren’t as taboo in Ancient society, and iterators were meant to be more friendly and openly interactive with their citizens — so she’s more used to beeping to easily express her emotions. 

As a side-note and mini-headcanon (wow, real headcanon-layering action here), while even the newest iterator puppets can beep, the older iterator models, as a result of this design influence, also have a much greater “beep-vocabulary” with a wider range of sounds that shrunk with the generations. Their beeps are thus a lot more expressive as well, with some sounds even being similar in nature to animal noises or regular speech! I imagine the entire range of their beeps would closely resemble shorter versions of the “droidspeak” sounds of the astromechs in Star Wars.

But, back to sleepy iterators. 

When it’s hibernation time, iterators enter a “sleep-mode”, where almost all of their systems are shut down and recharging becomes the primary objective. However, compared to how I imagine other robots, iterator puppets have a unique way of recharging. Rather than shutting off completely and absorbing power from an external source, iterator puppets have a few key systems within them that remain on even during sleep-mode. These systems, just like those in their superstructures, are capable of converting nutrients into power directly. They emit a soft, rather comforting whirr while the puppets sleep — the only sound iterators make while sleeping, and comparable in nature to stomach sounds during digestion. Otherwise, though, the only other systems remaining on during sleep-mode are a few basic senses, and a program that decides when to “wake up”. The presence of this program also means, uniquely to iterators again, they can wake up on their own, rather than having to be powered back on by someone else like other robots. Overall, these systems are yet another aspect of iterator designs that make them far more biological than many iterators (*cough* *cough* Pebbles *cough*) would like to admit.  And in my imaginings of a “worm-off-the-string” AU, systems like these are one of the main sources of both physical and internal conflict for these characters.

Also, since most of their systems are off during sleep mode, iterators sleep, both figuratively and literally, like statues. Whatever position they fall asleep in is the position they remain in the entire time unless a.) someone moves them or b.) they wake up and move on their own. This also means (unfortunately, if you thought these ideas would be cute) that iterators do not snore, shift around, sleepwalk, sleep-talk, or dream while in sleep mode.

That’s about it for this headcanon as it applies to iterator puppets overall. Now, I’m gonna get into how I imagine Looks to the Moon specifically likes to sleep.

In addition to getting very beepy, Moon also gets very cuddly when sleepy, though some of this comes from her affectionate personality. However, it's also due to a lasting trauma from her collapse. Of course she's learned to tolerate the rain over time, yet after spending so many cycles being rapidly drowned over and over in her can — with endless disorientation and senses so out-of-control from being disconnected from most of her superstructure, no one around to comfort her save for the occasional wandering creature, and the knowledge that her own beloved brother was responsible for this — it’s still left a fair amount of bad memories with her, especially from those cycles most recently after her collapse/revival, and this general unease often resurfaces with the sound of the rain. Therefore, whenever the rain comes, this trauma serves as another, more internal reason Looks to the Moon always wants to fall asleep holding onto/being held by someone, or at the very least while sharing the shelter with someone she loves. 

On a more positive note, since I’m now officially a Lilypad shipper, I imagine that No Significant Harassment is Moon’s default choice of cuddling partner! It can be a little hard to get in position — I imagine Moon always likes to be the little spoon despite her being slightly taller than him — but they manage! Moon pretty much always falls asleep first, because, as the oldest model of the group, and having sustained the most damage post-collapse on top of that, she simply doesn’t use power as efficiently as the others do and therefore gets tired much more easily. In some ways, the poor thing even feels a little guilty about it; she’s supposed to be the leader of this group, and yet here she is, tiring out after less travel and growing drowsy before the rain even starts! Luckily, Sig makes an effort to ensure her she’s more-than worth keeping around, because after every awful thing the world has thrown at her kindness, the least she deserves is some quality guilt-free nap time! And sometimes, if they want a little alone-time (or if Pebbles gets too fed-up with their lovey-dovey gestures), it’ll be just the two of them, and perhaps their slugcats, cuddling together in the shelter. 

And speaking of slugcats, Moon’s second choice of cuddles is Rivulet! Being very soft, warm, and equally cuddly, she makes another good source of cuddles for Moon. And sometimes, if Hunter’s also around and willing, the two join forces with Sig and Hunter for a big, soft, cuddle-filled slumber party!

Still, though, Sig is definitely no. 1 provider of snuggles for Moon. But he loves her dearly, so for the most part he doesn’t mind! Since she falls asleep first, some of his favorite moments each cycle are from just watching her and holding her close as the rainfall echoes from outside; she always looks so beautiful when she’s relaxed, and having her in his arms makes him feel like he can protect her no matter what. So he never really minds when Moon, slurring her words, tiredly asks for him to hold her while she enters sleep mode. 

That is, except when this happens and he’s stuck in that spot for the next several hours…

A few more ideas to this headcanon:

Moon’s third choice of cuddles is Five Pebbles. It’s a bit interesting, because in basically all other scenarios Pebbles insists on sleeping alone in a separate shelter, even though he’s actually rather touch-starved (though it'll be a while before he admits it). Moon is one of the only people he’s actually willing to sleep with, besides occasionally Artificer (in which the feeling is mutual and no one else must be in the room). If I someday decide to ship Pebbles with someone, I imagine he’d also be willing to sleep with them, again, only if no one else is around to see it.

To elaborate on the last point and shift to Five Pebbles’ perspective, the reason why Pebbles always wants to sleep alone is because, as I imagine the worm-off-the-string story so far, Pebbles’ biggest internal conflicts are learning to accept all those “worldly attachments” the Ancients so strongly rejected, and overcoming his god-complex and fear of relying on others. And one of the main ways this manifests is him being so deeply embarrassed to be dealing with these basic survival needs — like yet another one of the savage beasts roaming the world, after having been a vast mechanical god so far above those primitive creatures — that he refuses to let others, even his friends and family, observe him in such a “pitiful” state whenever possible, and resolves to try and overcome it alone. 

To further continue this idea, this is why Moon sometimes insists on sleeping with him. Even though he’ll have to overcome these conflicts on his own, it doesn’t mean he has to be alone while he does it. She makes an effort during these and other moments in this scenario to assure him that it’s okay, no one’s gonna judge or punish him for living this way, and she’ll always be there if he ever decides to accept some help. Pebbles always falls asleep with his head buried in her chest and holding onto her very tightly.

The iterators often like to sleep with their slugcats, who in the AU also stick around a lot to help guide them as they figure out the ins-and-outs of organic survival. 

Both Moon and Pebbles tend to sleep in a curled position. It's actually very similar to how slugcats generally sleep!

Pebbles is quite the workaholic in general, but it also means he has a hard time falling asleep — not because he doesn’t get sleepy, but rather that he often denies it or its significance in an attempt to get more done that cycle (and because, again, he’s “too advanced” for animalistic things like sleeping). The group often has to literally drag him to bed to get him to sleep, and Sig often teases him when his lenses start drooping and his syllables begin to stretch.

In extreme cases, where almost all of their power has been exhausted, iterators won't just slur their words anymore, but their speech will often lose coherency overall, like a spoken case of very drunk typing .

When sleepy, Moon not only slurs her words, but has a tendency to say rather strange and very silly things. It’s another side-effect of less power being used to actually think through her words. There have been many instances where the whole group erupted in laughter after Moon made a really out-of-left-field comment!

Oh, and here's one last quick doodle based off one of the ones above:

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Aaaand that's all for another headcanon! Even though it took me a whole week to do the drawings, it was SO fun getting to develop this idea, especially since sleepy Moonie is such a cute concept! I am so glad that you shared that little idea, Ghost!!

And speaking of which, if you've made it all the way down here, Ghost, may I invite you to add any more ideas to all this, if you want? I'd especially love hearing ideas for the other iterators' sleeping habits (how fast they get tired, what position they like to sleep in, who they usually sleep with, how they wind down before bed, etc.)! I mainly focused on Moon and a bit of Pebbles at the end, since I'm still trying to get a read on Sig and Suns's personalities (especially Suns), so it'd be fun to even further expand on this idea in that regard! Of course, you don't have to, but it's a proposition!

But regardless, I hope you and anyone else who made it to the bottom enjoyed my contributions to the idea! And be sure to keep the adorable headcanon ideas coming!!

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Bonus: Here are the full sketchbook pages, in case anyone was interested in seeing the completed layout! I think I'm gonna be making more of these kinds of drawing/explanation combo artworks!3

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Part 9

News of my…nest spread throughout the house by the next morning. I had come down to the kitchen to find that there was a change in the air, a change in the way the boys looked at me, treated me. I felt it in the way Yoongi pulled out the chair next to him with one hand, patted the seat to signal for me to sit. I felt it in the way Jimin’s eyes flitted towards me every time he thought I wasn’t looking, or how Namjoon barely spoke a word but sipped at his coffee silently, pretending not to notice the change in the pack, or how Taehyung insisted on making small snacks throughout the day specifically for me. I noticed there was apprehension in the way Hoseok carried himself around me, the nervous way Jungkook spoke to me like a teenager talking to a girl for the first time. The boys - BTS, the biggest group in the world, the seven heartthrobs who have won multiple awards internationally - have transformed into their own version of helicopter parents since the day Jin made the discovery. I remember the conversation that same night that followed.

“Sweetheart,” Jin had said as he set me down very carefully on the edge of the bed. “Why didn’t you tell me RJ’s with you? I wouldn’t be so worried about it.”

I had stared at RJ, wracking my brain trying to remember how it got there in the first place. I returned Jin’s look with an empty one, not fully comprehending what was happening, which in turn became frustrating because obviously I had done it myself because how else would it be there on my bed in my room? Jin softened, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Just as carefully as he had put me down, he sat next to me, taking care not to touch or mess up the pile. “You’re nesting, sweetie.” He gestured to the pile of towels and pillows and the missing-now-found items of the members. “This is what it is. You’re building a nest.”

“I’m not a bird,” I replied, perplexed. Jin had pursed his lips in an attempt not to laugh and, irritated, I scowled, crossing my arms, and puffing. Jin had pulled me into him and apologised and said that we would talk about it next time. When we had sat around the kitchen island the next morning, I felt like a teenager being sat down by my parents to have the talk. Granted only Namjoon, Yoongi and Jin were present, I still remember how the heat had crept up my neck when the situation was explained. Yoongi mentioned that the reason I might not remember doing it or taking the members' stuff was probably because of the switch.

“What’s a switch?” I had asked as I sat in between him and Namjoon as Jin busied himself with tea.

Yoongi licked his lip. “It’s when your omega takes over fully. It only happens once or twice as our bodies struggle to get used to this change. And omega’s heat is a big shift especially for the human body. Once it adjusts, I don’t think these blank spaces will happen again.”

“And you know this how exactly?” asked Namjoon, narrowing his eyes.

“The research papers,” replied Yoongi shrugging. “They’re theoretical, mostly, but I guess some can be useful.”

Namjoon grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze. “You’ll be alright. We’ll help you get through this.”

Jin had tutted at that as he came back over and placed a cup of steaming tea in front of me. “Not you, Joon-ah. The alphas shouldn’t be near her. That’s not a good idea.” He turned to Yoongi. “Right?”

Yoongi was staring at my hand clasped in Namjoon’s, frowning a little. Then, he shook his head slowly. “Maybe. An omega’s heat can induce an alpha’s rut and, judging from the experience of them presenting, I don’t know if we’ll be able to control four rutting alphas and an omega in heat. Although…”

“What?” All three of us had asked, heads turned to him.

Yoongi’s frown deepened as if he was mulling something over. He tilted his head this way and that as if testing out the idea in his head by himself. Hesitantly, he said, “We could request for a suppressant.”

“What’s that?” asked Jin the same time Namjoon went, “A suppressant?”

“Yeah, like an injection shot to kind of inhibit it, I think,” answered Yoongi but he still sounded unsure. “But there is a possibility of them not working, considering this will be your first heat.”

“Why won’t it work?” I asked.

Again, Yoongi shrugged his shoulders. “The same way painkillers might not work for some people? Or might not be fully efficient.” He looked at me with worried eyes. “I’m only telling you things I read, kitten. I wish I knew more.”

“Well,” said Jin from the other side of Yoongi. “We could try that first. If not, then there’s plan B, which would be locking her up in her room until she’s…what? Done with her heat? We can rotate the three of us to look after her.”

Namjoon nodded but Yoongi didn’t look convinced. The way he looked at me suggested that he had something more to share but felt reluctant to do so. He glanced over to Namjoon as if trying to exchange this unspoken worry between the two of them as a way of consultation. Namjoon must have read the beta’s face. He gave Yoongi a hard stare. “Tell us everything, hyung.”

Yoongi had sighed, scratching the back of his head with a finger. “A heat can last from three days up to a week or two and it will be very…uncomfortable for the omega. Painful, even.”His eyes slid over to me and they were filled with emotions. “I don’t know how much you will be able to tolerate it. And…and the suppressants might not even work and you could be in so much pain.”

Namjoon let out this low growl, his scent doubling making Yoongi shift his gaze downwards. Jin rested a hand on Yoongi’s lap. Namjoon asked, his voice tight, “How do we deal with it? How do we make the pain stop faster?”

Yoongi raised his eyes again and murmured, “She has to be knotted.”

I frowned, inching forward as if I didn’t quite catch his words. Namjoon did so, too. “She has to be what?”

“Knotted.”

“The hell is that?”

Yoongi took a deep breath and sat up straighter. “Sex, Joon. She has to have sex with an alpha. A knot is what an alpha does. It’s that…thing- ah, you know what I mean, you asked me about it.”

I turned to look at Namjoon, having no clue what they were talking about. I watched as Namjoon’s confused irritation slowly turned into surprised comprehension as his eyebrows went up and his mouth fell open. When Yoongi saw the recognition, he added, “That’s what it’s for, to knot an omega in heat.”

“You said it was to make babies!” exclaimed Namjoon.

Yoongi nodded enthusiastically. “It is! Basically, the knot locks inside the omega to-”

“Locks inside?!”

“To ensure higher possibility of breeding, yes!”

“What do you mean locks inside?!”

“It means exactly that!”

“How?!”

“It’ll expand once inside, locking you into place! Once you’ve ejaculated, it’ll go back to…normal and you can disconnect.” Yoongi finished with an even tone, eyes steady on the pack leader but the way his Adam's apple bobbed was the only thing that gave away his true feelings; unsure, uncomfortable, awkward, and maybe a hint of anger or envy, I wasn’t sure which.

I looked back and forth between the two of them screaming at each other in close distance, Namjoon half standing, Yoongi, his shoulders tensed as he pressed his palms onto the island top. I was curious about the topic but I didn’t feel like asking them nor speaking up. The scent Namjoon was giving out was unfamiliar, somewhat sour but strong it drowned out Yoongi’s and Jin’s. I slipped my hand from Namjoon’s grip, wanting to get away but feeling too timid to even move. A part of me wasn’t quite sure why the sudden fear but the other part of me knew exactly not to stir the pot even more. I caught Jin’s eyes who read me easily and quickly that he stood up, breaking whatever spell that had been casted between the other two.

Jin walked over to me almost stiffly and I let him take me into his arms, carrying me princess-style while I clamored onto his shoulders and wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, my head turned away from the others. In a strained voice that was quite unlike him, Jin said, “I get that we’re all confused and stressed out about all this but you’re not- we’re not the ones most affected.” With that, he walked away, me burying my face into his neck to avoid looking at the two.

That was three days ago.

I haven’t seen Namjoon or Yoongi since then, keeping to my room and staying in my nest most of the time. The curtains are always drawn now, the room in perpetual dimness. The only person I see is Jin who knocked three times to send up food trays, only staying by the doorway, never setting a foot, not even an inch, inside the door, and then leaving once his job is done. He doesn’t ask, I don’t initiate. Today, I’m feeling extra crappy - my muscles sore, my stomach cramping, feeling both hot and cold at the same time - not leaving the bed to even answer the door for breakfast. Jin had left the tray outside the door but by noon, he had come back to pick up the still full tray to exchange it with lunch, which was also untouched by the time he came up again with dinner.

I see his shadows from under the door but I don’t react, waiting for him to go away like usual before I can relax again. But he doesn’t. I hear him knock three times but I ignore him. He knocks again, harder this time, and then more rapidly. He pauses, shifting outside the door noiselessly before he tries the handle. The door is unlocked and, hesitantly, he pushes it open ajar and peeks inside just slightly so that I only see his eyes. It takes a while until his vision adjusts to the dark when he finally pinpoints me in the bed watching him. He frowns playfully before opening the door a little wider. He doesn’t come in but stands there, a hand on the door handle, a tray balanced on the palm of his other hand.

“Can I come in?” he asks softly.

I regard him for a while, my eyes setting on the food on the tray: sundubu jjigae, my favourite. Immediately, I start to salivate and my empty stomach lets out a sound to signal it wants to be fed. Jin, upon hearing it, smiles. He takes one step inside and closes the door behind him. I sit up slowly, peeking from behind the wall of my nest - the wall that had somehow grown with more towels and pillows and random clothing items from the members. Realising that Jin is waiting for my cue, I sit up straighter, my legs bend at the knees flat on the mattress on either side of me and look at him expectantly.

He approaches the edge of the bed and carefully places the tray on the desk. He pulls out the chair, turns it around to face the bed and sits down. He looks at the nest as if marveling at my work and nods to himself. I tilt my chin, feeling proud and defensive of my handiwork. I watch as his eyes land on RJ, saying affectionately, “I see he’s doing a good job keeping you company.” He turns back to me. “Hungry?”

I nod, my eyes flitting from him to the food then back again. He chuckles, picks up the bowl of steaming rice and starts to spoon some of the soup onto it. He mixes it a bit before spooning up some rice and a small piece of tofu. He blows on it gently and looks back at me. “Do you want to come out or…”

I examine the distance between us, contemplating between leaving the safety of my nest or the delicious food in Jin’s hands, ready to be transferred into my mouth. I let out a small whine, unmoving. Jin studies my face. He gets up, bowl and spoon still in hands. He looks at the nest. “May I come in?”

I consider this for a while, tilting my head to the right, before nodding once. He places the spoon back into the bowl, which in turn, is transferred back onto the tray. He picks the tray back up with one hand and cautiously climbs into the nest, careful not to mess up anything. He settles down in front of me, our knees touching. He places the tray delicately down on the mattress, reducing the space in the nest. I don’t quite agree to food in the nest but I’ll allow it this one time. I climb into his lap and he pulls the tray closer. With the spoon still filled, he lifts it up to my mouth. I give it a sniff before closing my mouth around the cool metal, tasting the food and chewing slowly, savouring the taste.

I whip my head back to look at Jin, chewing the food happily, hoping he gets the message. I don’t feel like speaking, I hardly do these days. He gets it, nodding. “It’s good, right? Yoongi made it specially just for his little kitten, he says.” Feeling happier to hear that, I finish the bowl of rice and every drop of the soup in ten minutes. I lean against Jin’s chest, nuzzling him and purring. Carefully, he removes the tray and puts it on the bedside table. He proceeds to just sit there, me in his arms, stroking my hair until I fall asleep.

I must have awakened sometime in the night, Jin fast asleep next to me, the house quiet. I nudge at Jin and it takes awhile for him to properly wake up, rubbing sleep from his eyes with one knuckle. He looks at me through one eye. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” When I don’t answer, he sits up, squinting at the clock to check the time: 1.15AM. I whine, nudging at him again, this time by rubbing my head against his chest like a small child. He touches my cheek, making me look up at him. “Do you want me to leave the nest?”

I whine louder, clinging onto his shirt and shaking my head, feeling frustrated that tears prick my eyes. He shushes me, kissing my forehead. “I don’t know what you want, hon. Use your words. Can you use your words?”

I peer up at him through the tears. I take a deep breath and exhale it with a word. “Wet.”

It takes five seconds for him to comprehend what I mean. I watch his eyes go wide a little bit before he sits up straighter, feeling the mattress with his hands. Frowning, he looks back at me. “There’s nothing here, sweets. It’s fine. Did you have a dream?”

I throw my head back, the frustration growing as I let out a long, whimper; the kind nonverbal toddlers make when they get upset. I’m getting impatient and restless but the genuine confused look on Jin’s face is making me feel guilty for feeling like that, so I decide to try again, reeling in my emotions. This time, I take his hand in mine and guide it to the right spot. “Wet,” I mumble as he finally registers what I’m talking about. In the dim lighting, I can only imagine how his ears are turning a shade darker as his fingers rest in between my naked legs, coated in slick, my cunt warm on his skin.

Slowly, as if he is in slow motion mode, he looks down towards his extended hand. “When did you-?” He trails off as he finally notices that the bottom half of my clothes is gone. Then, as if he has been hit, his face changes again as realization dawns on him. “That’s my shirt,” he says gesturing to the white shirt I have on me, the white shirt I had always had on me since the moment he stepped into my room. “I thought it was a dress,” he finishes almost dumbly.

I watch him gulp down saliva, his hand unmoving, eyes frozen somewhere on the shirt that, if I stand up, falls to my knees. His finger twitches a bit, rubbing against my opening and I mewl, pressing my thighs together. I’m starting to feel hot, like my skin is burning. It’s uncomfortable, making me wriggle and starting to sweat. I can also smell something good in the air, not quite food but not quite anything. It’s heightening my senses and I sit up on my knees, looking towards the door. Someone is outside it.

Jin looks, too, forehead creasing as his eyebrows dip together. He makes to get up but a sharp pain shoots through my abdomen that I double over, clenching on his upper arm for support. I grimace, trying to fight through the pulsating pain that is making its way down south. I can feel more slick freely coming out, leaving trails down my thighs. I hear a low rumble from Jin and look up to find his usual sweet face is gone, traded in with something more wild, more raw. Jin’s hand, still in between my legs, flutters a little as he grabs my heat in his palm. I press against it, finding release that doesn’t come.

A knock is heard from the direction of the door before Yoongi’s voice comes, muffled through the wood. “Hyung, is everything alright?” When Jin doesn’t reply, he continues, “Her scent, it’s…growing and, well, I don’t think I can fend off the alphas. Taehyungie’s already preoccupied with Jimin. And I don’t think that bastard is going to give us the suppressant. It’s not coming.”

There is loud thudding coming down the stairs and I’m immediately thrilled to feel the pack leader is just outside the door. My omega is yearning for him, calling out to him. I mewl and whine, struggling against the pain and the actual heat that feels like a fire is burning inside me. I’m bucking against Jin’s hand, Jin who has yet to react to anything Yoongi has said from the other side of the door. I whine out louder, hoping Namjoon will hear me. Or Jimin, or Hobi. Or my sweet little Jungkookie. I lean against Jin, my head feeling heavier and it’s getting a lot harder to think of anything except the wetness that is pooling in Jin’s cupped hand.

Yoongi calls out again. “Hyung? Did you hear me?”

“Hyung.” This time it’s Namjoon, his voice deep and husky and sounding like he has his face pressed up against the door. His breathing sounds laboured. “Hyung, this is going to last at least a week, not unless you do something.” He curses under his breath before continuing. “Just…just take care of her, will you? You can do that, right?”

Through my pain, I manage one word. “Namjoon.”

He hears me. “Baby, it’s okay,” he answers, sounding like he’s hurting, too. “It’s okay. Jin-hyung is there. He’ll take care of you, baby, okay? He knows what to do.” I moan out his name one more time, tears starting up again. His coffee-like, dark earth scent is strong in my nostrils and I’m growing upset that he’s not bursting through the door. I hear some scuffles outside but the door remains closed. “I can’t,” he says, panting. “I can’t come in, baby. It’s too risky. I can’t…I might hurt you. We might hurt you.”

Slightly inaudible, I hear Yoongi’s voice in the background, talking to someone else. “JK, let’s go back upstairs. Come on.” Footsteps go up the stairs once more and disappear. I’m panting now, lowering myself back down onto the mattress, curled up into a ball, whining like a wounded animal, Namjoon’s name never leaving my lips. When he doesn’t come, I switch to Hoseok, who I also smell just outside the door. Why aren’t they coming in?! Maybe I can go to them, I think, as I push myself back up on my elbows, eyes train on the door. I make up my mind and crawl towards the edge of the nest but before I can even reach it, I feel a hand on my shoulder, pushing.

“Hyung,” Namjoon calls out again, his voice a stark contrast to the strong pheromones he’s producing. “Please.”

Jin pushes me back, quite roughly so that I fall onto my back, looking up at the ceiling. He climbs on top of me, straddling my hips with his knees. He leans forward, eyes staring deeply into mine almost as if he is thinking, or at war with himself. He lowers his head and brushes his lips against mine. I lift my head and crane my neck, wanting more, needing more but he doesn’t come back for another. He strokes my cheek with his thumb, the animal from his eyes fading leaving behind only fondness. “I can’t,” he whispers, “Not like this.” When he kisses me again, it’s a soft, lingering one on my forehead. He pushes off of the bed and tentatively climbs out of the nest.

I watch through labored breaths as he picks up the food tray and walks towards the door. One hand on the knob, he turns, and smiles a painfully sweet smile that makes me curl up again, holding back a whimper. He blows a kiss then exits quickly. There’s some hush words, some shuffling. Then there is a loud bang as someone or something hits a wall before I hear a key being inserted into the lock and turned. Some back and forth movements and more muffled whispers before finally, the crowd outside my door disperse. There is nothing but quiet; that, and somehow the deafening sound of my heartbeat. I grab RJ and pull him close, inhaling the fading smell of Jin. There’s something in the way he had looked back, like he was trying to tell me something but I’m not all that sure. But, I felt strength in the way he resisted the urge, a kind determination only a beta, no, only Kim Seokjin can exude. How many days did Yoongi say this will be? A week? Four more days to go, maybe. Hopefully.

***

I wake up the next morning to voices talking outside my door again, only this time, I can make out the words through the morning stillness.

“It says so on the note,” Yoongi mutters tersely. “And it matches the research papers.”

“And what if the note is some sick joke, Yoongi-ah?” says Jin, his voice soft. “I care about her, too. But we need to be careful.”

There’s a pause and I prick my ears, trying to catch more words, wondering if they’re coming in. I sit up on my thighs, hands full with pieces of the members' items that are losing their scents.

Yoongi mumbles something too low for me to hear but Jin replies with, “I know, I know. I don’t want her to be alone, either. She’s barely eating.” Jin sighs, a note of surrender in his next words. “How sure are you that we can't impregnate her? What’s the possibility of it happening?”

At the word impregnate, I lean towards the door, wishing that if I have the DNA of a wolf, I should have the ears of one, too. This is frustrating. I still can’t hear Yoongi’s answer. What is the possibility?

Jin sighs again. “Fine, then. Let’s do it your way.”

“We just need to relieve her a little,” comes Yoongi’s voice, finally. “We won’t really be able to help much.” He sounds sad at that.

“Yeah, but we can’t have the alphas have their ways, either,” Jin murmurs. He groans suddenly. “Fine. I trust you.”

“Thank you, hyung.”

Jin sighs for the third time. “I’ll go make breakfast and bring it up later. Here.” There’s some shuffling noises and a key being put into the lock as a pair of footsteps disappear down the stairs. There’s a few seconds pause with the key just sitting there in the keyhole, unturning. I get impatient, restless on the bed, my eyes lock on the door. Then, the key finally turns, the door unlocks and swings open cautiously.

I perk up at seeing Yoongi’s face. He sees me, too, and, like a light switch being flicked on, Yoongi grins widely. I giggle with excitement and make grabby hands at him. He softly closes the door behind him and comes my way. I see there’s something in his hand but I don’t pay it any attention, elated at having him here after so long. He takes in the nest and nods, a sort of warm pride on his face.

“May I come in?” he asks, his voice gentle.

I nod fervently and he chuckles at how my head bobs up and down like an eager puppy. He climbs in as carefully as he can and settles next to me cross-legged. He looks around the nest, noting the items he recognises as his but doesn’t say anything. He finally looks back at me and his expression changes to one of worry. He indicates for me to come close and I go into his lap, nuzzling his neck and breathing in his calm, familiar scent. I’m finally feeling more at ease, the stiffness melting away even if just a little. He holds out the item he has in his hand: a hot water bottle. I hum in delight. He lies down with me on his chest and locks his hands around my back, the water bottle placed warmly right on my waist where it has been hurting the most.

I let out a purr, closing my eyes and listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. “Happy,” I say simply to convey my feelings. Yoongi squeezes me a bit and places a kiss on the top of my head.

“How’s the water bottle?” he asks, pressing it firmly on the back in different spots. “Does that feel better?”

I nod against his chest, feeling how the warmth relieves the cramps that had started and travelled up my spine. “Good,” he says, his breath tickling my hair. “Jin-hyung will bring up breakfast. You must eat.”

I whine, wriggling a little as I try to shake my head. “Not hungry,” I blurt out, feeling the words too heavy in my mouth.

Yoongi makes a disagreeing sound. “Just a little bit, kitten. For me?”

I contemplate the offer seriously, frowning to myself as I think about the pros and cons of putting food in my mouth and having to do the hard labour of chewing them. But it will make Yoongi happy and I want to make him happy so I relent, nodding my head weakly. I can hear the smile in Yoongi’s voice. “That’s my good girl. I’m happy to hear that.”

Right on cue, there’s a knock on the door and Jin enters silently, a new tray of food in his hands. I smell the blueberry sauce first before I see it and as Jin approaches the bed, tray in hand, I scramble out of Yoongi’s embrace and sit up. It’s hotcakes dribble in a generous amount of blueberry compote and my mouth waters. There is a mug of hot chocolate with a handful of mid-sized marshmallows on top, half of them spilling out and onto the tray.

“There were no smaller marshmallows,” explains Jin apologetically when he sees me looking at the mug. “I had to make do.” I beam up at him, hoping he knows that I don’t mind, not even one bit. Jin steps into the nest gingerly, balancing the tray like an expert before setting it on his lap. He starts cutting up the hotcakes into mouth-sized pieces, careful not to push onto the tray too much lest it topples over. I watch attentively as Jin prepares my breakfast, leaning against Yoongi’s front as he also sits up, his arms wrapping around my waist lazily, chin resting on my left shoulder. He watches silently as Jin feeds me one piece at a time until the plate is clean.

Jin hands me the cooling chocolate drink and I guzzle it down. Jin laughs when I finally put down the mug. He reaches out to wipe my mouth with his thumb, sticking it into his mouth when he is done cleaning my face. He removes the tray onto the bedside table and scoots to join my and Yoongi’s cuddle. I lay in between them, full and happy, safe and comforted with my betas. I take a long, deep inhale, breathing in their scents and trying to lock it away in my memory for when I need it. I take turns to nuzzle their necks, one hand clasp in either of theirs. I finally turn towards Yoongi, burying my face into his shirt while Jin presses himself against me from behind. I feel the discomfort bloom again deep in the pit of my stomach and Yoongi starts to run his fingers through my hair.

“Is it starting again?” Jin asks in a low murmur, his breath falling hot onto the cup of my ear. I nod in response, fisting Yoongi’s shirt in my hands, pursing my mouth in hopes to not make any noise and wishing that the feeling passes quickly so that they won’t leave me alone again. Never do I want to be left alone again after last night. It had been excruciating, alternating between wanting to masturbate to release the pressure and wanting to run into Yoongi’s arm for solace like I always do and let his scent wash all over me to feel better. But I knew I couldn’t; physically or otherwise. Their doors would’ve been locked judging how they locked mine and knowing that they all went to great lengths to stay away for my safety, for our safety, I didn’t want to be selfish by ruining their efforts. But the pain had been oh, so unbearable. I had missed them so much.

Yoongi rubs my back. “Shh, kitten. It’s going to be alright.” That is when I realised that I had started to cry. Why am I crying so much these days? Jin presses a kiss to the back of my head, offering up words of comfort as his hand strokes my upper arm. Through little hiccups, I manage to force out, “Miss you,” as I turn around into Jin’s embrace next. I let Jin’s and Yoongi’s scents wrap me up in a private bubble, just the three of us huddling together in the nest, in our safe space. The stronger their scent becomes, the more significant the pressure building in my belly is. I whine against Jin’s neck, pressing my thighs together.

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” Jin asks. “Does it hurt?”

I whine again and he takes that as a yes. Yoongi leans in closer, his front warm against my back. He nuzzles my neck, his nose bumping against my earlobe. “How can we help, kitten?”

I whimper, face still buried into Jin. I’m clenching and unclenching my thighs, feeling the cramps starting. My body is feeling hot but I’m breaking in cold sweats, shivering a little for the cold? The heat? I nudge my nose at Jin’s scent gland, the one on his neck, nibbling a little at his skin. I want more, more of their scents, more of their scents on me. I want it all over the nest. It’s not as strong as the alphas but for now, it’s helping me ease the discomfort, just a fraction. I start to pull on Jin’s shirt, whimpering and whining to the point that he looks around at Yoongi helplessly.

Yoongi frowns a bit, leaning back to observe my behaviour. As if he understands it, he says, “Take off your shirt, hyung.” Jin looks at him in surprise but as Yoongi does the same, pulling his own shirt over his head, he finally follows suit, albeit hesitantly. I go back to Yoongi, shirtless now, and wrap myself around him, nuzzling and nudging in places. I mewl when it doesn’t feel enough and Yoongi turns my head around to find a similarly shirtless Jin, his broad shoulders on display, his smooth chest unblemished, his abs defined. Jin takes me back into his arms, guiding my head to his scent glands; the neck, the ears, the wrists.Yoongi has pushed himself up against me. I feel his hands creep up along my sides and realise he is working my shirt off of me, too. Free of that, we cuddle closer, skin to skin, chest to chest or chest to back, and finally, I settle down, sandwiched between the two, purring softly.

“Did that work, honey?” Jin asks quietly.

I don’t answer but nudge him with my head gently. A little better, I want to say, ignoring the deep, hot pulse that is starting in between my legs. In the back of my mind, I don’t want them to leave so I’ll endure it for as long as I can. That is when Yoongi’s hand, the one that’s resting lazily on my stomach, starts to move slowly down towards the band of my already soaked panties. And Jin’s fingers alight on my already perked up nipple.

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It had been a long day, when Headmistress Spellman finally made it back to her office. As her assistant, you were bound to stay as long as she did, although she often dismissed you when she had late meetings with board members.

“Still here?” She asked, raising her eyebrow.

“When have you ever known me leave before you’ve finished your meetings?”

“When I order you to,” she smirked.

“And even then I rarely do as I’m told.”

Her lip twitched, and although she was still smiling, there was a sliver of something else in her gaze, something that sent a shiver down your spine.

“What a bad example you set to the children.”

“Or a good one. A little disobedience every now and then does a person good.”

“Oh does it?” Her voice was soft, but there was an unmistakable purr in it that sent your mind whirling.

Okay, no. No no. Get your mind under control. You must be more tired than you thought if the thoughts you usually controlled were leaking through… but then she never normally looked at you that way. Or lowered her voice like that…

“That’s what I heard.”

“Well then…” Her lips curved and she dipped her head. “Join me for a tea? I’ve got far too much paperwork to do.”

“Shame it can’t be anything stronger.”

Her low laugh curled delightfully in your stomach, and then she was pushing through the door and you were following, trying to contain the nerves thrumming through you.

With one elegant finger, she flicked the switch on the kettle, and you listened as the electricity began to hum.

Zelda sat at her desk, and then with a tired sigh, she lifted her legs and settled them on the desk. She opened the drawer and pulled out a packet of cigarettes.

“One day, I will find a way to remove that imbecile Blackwood, and then no one will be able to stop me from making the curriculum less… old fashioned.”

Her long standing battle with Faustus Blackwood, a board member with more sway than he deserved, was something you’d witnessed Zelda struggling with for over a year now, since you joined the school.

The fact that she occasionally opened up to you about her battle tugged at your heart in a way that you had no business experiencing.

“Have you figured out how to do that yet?”

“No,” she sighed and then shot you a small smirk. “Perhaps I’ll be disobedient.”

You flushed and as the kettle came to a boil with a whistle, she lit a cigarette, raised it to her lips and took a puff, before standing.

“Tea?”

You swallowed against your dry throat.

“Please.”