#and eventually ends up sleeping in the bed too

[00valentina-writes00]

I read the cheating with Abby, Ellie and Sevika... And I was curious how the situation would be if it was reversed. If they were the ones caught with someone else. If Reader was the one who was betrayed.

Yea. Okay so I did Drabble the headcanons cause yeah!

♡♥︎ Sevika/Ellie/Abby cheating on you ♥︎♡

Warnings: walking in on them cheating, mentions of cheating, angst

♡ Sevika ♡

The apartment is quieter than usual when you step inside, the scent of cigar smoke lingering in the air, mixing with something muskier, filthier. It’s late—too late for her to have company. Your shift ended early, a rare break in your schedule, and all you wanted was to come home, kick off your boots, and collapse into Sevika’s arms.

Instead, you hear it.

A moan. High-pitched, breathy, unmistakably not yours.

Your stomach drops.

You move before you can think, footsteps heavy against the wooden floor as you push the bedroom door open. And there she is—Sevika, between someone else’s thighs, her broad shoulders flexing as she holds the woman down, tongue buried in her like she’s starving. The other woman gasps, head lolling to the side, eyes wide when she spots you.

Sevika doesn’t notice at first. She’s too fucking into it, too focused on making this stranger cum.

Then she looks up.

And for the first time since you’ve known her, she looks scared.

“Shit.” She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, jaw tightening as she sits back on her knees, her muscular frame still wedged between the woman’s thighs. There’s no excuse she can give you. No way she can explain this away.

You don’t say a word. You just stare.

Then, without another thought, you turn and walk away.

And she doesn’t even try to stop you.

♥︎ Sevika doesn’t chase after you immediately. She sits there in silence, hands running over her face, knowing she just lost the best fucking thing in her life.

♥︎ She doesn’t sleep that night. She smokes a whole pack of cigars, drinks herself half to death, replaying the look on your face over and over.

♥︎ The next day, she tries to find you. You won’t answer her calls, won’t respond to texts. When she shows up at your friend’s place, you don’t even come to the door.

♥︎ Sevika doesn’t beg—but fuck, she wants to. She’s never been the type to grovel, but for you? She would. She just doesn’t know where to start.

♥︎ She sends gifts. Flowers, your favorite liquor, a stupid note that just says “I fucked up.” But you don’t want gifts. You wanted loyalty.

♥︎ She drinks more than ever. She’s a wreck without you, picking fights at The Last Drop, snapping at anyone who even looks at her wrong. She knows it’s her fault, but that doesn’t make the guilt any easier.

♥︎ She shows up to your job. Not to cause a scene—just to see you, to see if there’s even a chance you’ll look at her again.

♥︎ She tells herself she doesn’t deserve another chance. But that doesn’t stop her from wanting one.

♥︎ Eventually, she shows up at your door, sober, broken, and finally ready to say it— “I’m sorry. I don’t deserve you, but I can’t fucking stand this. Tell me how to fix it.”

♥︎ If you take her back, she changes. No more fucking around. No more slip-ups. She works to earn your trust back because losing you once was bad enough—she won’t survive losing you again.

♡ Ellie ♡

The apartment is supposed to be empty. That’s what you thought when you got home earlier than expected, kicking off your boots at the door and shrugging out of your jacket. You’re exhausted, ready to crawl into bed and let Ellie pull you into one of her lazy, warm embraces.

But then you hear it.

A desperate, breathy whine.

Your heart stops.

You take slow, careful steps down the hall, and the second you reach the bedroom door, you wish you hadn’t.

Ellie is there—naked, flushed, and wrecked—her freckled face buried in the crook of some other woman’s neck. Her hips snap forward in an erratic rhythm, the pink strap slick with someone else’s arousal, her breath ragged and uneven.

“Fuck—fuck, you feel so good,” she whines, gripping the woman’s hips, completely lost in the moment.

And then she sees you.

For a second, she freezes. The color drains from her face, her mouth falling open in shock.

“Shit.”

The other woman turns, looking between the two of you, but you don’t even register her. It’s just Ellie. Ellie, who is still inside someone else, sweat-slicked and guilty as fuck.

You don’t say a word. You don’t scream, don’t cry, don’t even breathe. You just shake your head, turn on your heel, and walk out.

She stumbles after you, nearly tripping over herself in her desperation.

“Babe, wait—please, fuck, let me explain—”

But you’re already gone.

♥︎ Ellie is a mess. She spends the first few hours pacing, hands in her hair, tugging at the strands as if she can rip the mistake out of her skull. She knows there’s no way to justify it—she fucked up and there’s no taking it back.

♥︎ She doesn’t stop calling. Voicemails, texts, all of them frantic, all of them desperate. “Please, baby, just let me explain—” “I was so fucking stupid, I swear to God I wasn’t thinking—” “I need to see you, please.”

♥︎ Ellie goes into full self-destruction mode. She drinks. A lot. Smokes until her lungs burn. She doesn’t sleep, barely eats, and isolates herself, refusing to go out or see anyone.

♥︎ She hates herself more when she realizes you’re really gone. Your side of the bed is cold, your clothes are missing from the dresser, your presence is completely wiped from the apartment. That’s when it really fucking hits her.

♥︎ She tries showing up at your place. Knocking, waiting, sitting outside your door for hours in the cold, hoping you’ll open it. You don’t. She knows she deserves it, but it still fucking kills her.

♥︎ She doesn’t hook up with anyone else. The idea makes her sick. She barely even remembers why she did it in the first place. No excuse feels strong enough—she just knows she ruined everything for something that didn’t even matter.

♥︎ Eventually, she writes you a letter. Because words don’t come out right when she speaks, and she knows she won’t get the chance to say them in person. It’s long, messy, covered in scribbled-out words and tear stains, but the message is clear: “I love you. I never stopped loving you. And if I have to spend the rest of my life regretting this, then so be it. I just needed you to know that.”

♥︎ If you agree to see her, she doesn’t try to win you back with excuses. She just stands there, looking like absolute shit, and says, “I don’t deserve you, but I’ll never stop wishing I did.”

♥︎ If you take her back, she changes. No more slipping, no more fucking up. She makes damn sure you never feel unwanted again, and if it takes years to earn your trust back, she’s willing to put in the work.

♡ Abby ♡

The outpost is quiet when you return earlier than planned, the sun barely setting over the edge of the stadium. You were supposed to be out longer, supposed to still be on patrol, but an unexpected shift change sent you back early. You’re exhausted, ready to collapse into Abby’s arms, maybe steal a lazy kiss before passing out.

You don’t expect to hear her first.

Low, breathy, a sound you know too well—Abby’s moans.

Your heart pounds as you step into the room, your boots feeling heavier with each step. The door is cracked open, candlelight flickering inside, casting shadows against the walls.

And then you see her.

Abby. Naked, skin flushed, her powerful legs trembling as she grinds against another woman. Their bodies press together, slick and desperate, muscles flexing as they fuck each other like they don’t have a single care in the world.

“Fuck—fuck, just like that,” Abby groans, hands gripping the woman’s thighs, her abs tensing as she moves.

Something inside you shatters.

Your breath catches, and Abby hears it.

Her head snaps toward the door, sweat-slicked skin glistening under the candlelight. The second she sees you— sees the absolute devastation on your face— her entire body tenses.

“Shit,” she whispers, immediately pulling away from the woman beneath her.

But it’s too fucking late.

Your throat feels tight, your vision blurring as the weight of what you just saw settles in. You can’t even speak. Can’t breathe.

You turn on your heel and walk out.

“Wait—wait, babe, please—” Abby stumbles off the bed, scrambling to grab something—her clothes, the blanket, you.

But you’re already out the door.

♥︎ Abby doesn’t even try to lie about it. She knows there’s no excuse, no way to spin it. The second you walk out, she just sits there, face in her hands, realizing she just lost the best thing she’s ever had.

♥︎ She tries to find you immediately. She throws on her clothes, leaves the woman in bed, and sprints through the stadium like a madwoman, searching every corner, every hallway, desperate to explain.

♥︎ When she does find you, she looks wrecked. Eyes red, breathing ragged, voice hoarse from saying your name over and over. But all you do is stare through her like she’s nothing.

♥︎ She can’t sleep, can’t eat. She spends every night replaying the look on your face, every second of her mistake looping in her head like a fucking nightmare.

♥︎ She stops training. No more weightlifting, no morning runs—nothing. Her routine falls apart because the only thing that kept her going was you.

♥︎ She refuses to be with anyone else. She knows she doesn’t deserve you, but she’d rather be alone forever than ever touch someone else again.

♥︎ She tries to prove herself in small ways. Leaving your favorite snacks where you’ll find them, making sure your gear is in top condition, standing guard at your door at night without you knowing.

♥︎ If you agree to talk, she’s a fucking mess. Voice shaking, hands trembling, on the verge of breaking down when she says, “Please, just let me fix this. Let me fix us.”

[imsofreakingtired]

Can you write some sick or extremely hangover Sevika hcs, please?🥹 She deserves some comforting too

yes!!!! FOREVER DEPRIVED of reader comforting sevika

sevika hurt/comfort hcs ❤️‍🩹

(the timeline for these hcs is all jumbled up... some are s1!sevika hcs and some are councilor!sevika hcs, i think you could infer from context

never catches any airborne illness because her immune system is made of steel. gets stress fevers though. poor girl is so overworked. you were standing next to her one day in the office going through some documents and just felt the heat radiating off her skin. her hand is literally trembling from fatigue yet she just stays laser-focused on the task as if her life depends on it. “Sevika, I think you’re running a fever.” “Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t have time for a fever.” [Steps back. Passes out the very next minute.] “FUCK. SEVIKA!” 

when she gets said fevers you wrestle her into bed and press cold compresses to her forehead. stroke her hair and try to get her to sleep. she’s always restless and stressed out about the work she’s missing, the tasks she’s letting pile up by taking a break. more than once you have seriously considered just locking her in the room because she keeps fucking getting up the second your back is turned. could be half-blind from the fever, stumbling and barely able to see two feet ahead of her, and she’s mumbling something about a deal with some chem-baron she needs to complete for Silco 

in the cold weather her residual shoulder aches to the point where she can’t sleep so you stay up half the night massaging her shoulder with soothing oil just so she can get some rest (she hates the winter for this reason, but now that she has you to take care of her she can stand it a little better)

some days she just goes quiet and sad, she's remembering too much or thinking too much and is overwhelmed by the emotions now that she has the quiet and leisure time and has no escape from past traumas. breaks down without warning or snaps at you. you just give her space and leave hot tea on her desk. and at night she comes wordlessly to you in bed and lays her head in your lap and you rub her back until she falls asleep 

the repercussions from the head trauma she took in her fighting days catch up to her after the shimmer fully leaves her system and makes her prone to migraines. on these days you force her to stay home from the council and make her lie still with the shades down and make her cold drinks 

back pain :(( I mean look at her. look at the enormous mech arm she lugs around in s2 like all that catches up with her eventually and fucks up her spine. tried to hide it from you as long as she could until her back gave out one day and you just found her on the floor in agony. since then she has learned not to try to lift heavy things in your sight or you will unleash all hell on her "you're not as young as you once were, don't scare me like that again."

seems to be. allergic to sleep???? or taking care of herself in general??? on very, very rare days off when she’s able to catch a few extra hours you keep the shades drawn to try to let her rest as long as possible. she’s a deep sleeper but instinctively jolts awake at loud noises. one time some idiot shouting outside the window woke her up and you were ready to go down and kill a bitch

she pretends to be annoyed by your constant worrying, grumbling that she can look after herself just fine. but it secretly warms her, because before she met you there was no one to wrap up her injuries after a fight, no one to force her into bed when she was overworked, no one to make her soup and hot tea when she was ill, no one to run hot baths for her tired muscles at the end of the day - no one who cared even, whether she was okay or not, alive or dead.

amazed, secretly, that you stick around. that you seem to want to look after her. wonders if she truly deserves you. and every day, you show her that she does. you're attuned to the smallest signs of her discomfort, the faintest hints that she is feeling under the weather, because she'd never tell you outright. she sees you pick up on the signs and it is more reassurance than any verbal promise could bring.

[lostintransist]

I am home so I can say more about this now.

CW: Hurt/comfort, tad bit of miscommunication

You had met John young. (Twenty-five is a baby adult and in your thirties you would fight anyone who said different.) Fresh-faced and straight out of college, you knew that your life would most likely never involve love, a family, marriage. Sadly, you were not attracted to women and that more and more seemed a requirement to live a happy ace life with a partner.

Tending bars had gotten you through college, and when you couldn't find a job in your field it kept you fed. Tending near a military base leads to some...interesting... interactions. Most of these were easy to navigate, pulling rank and ensuring that the bar's number was on the list of approved phone numbers to be forwarded to whoever was in charge on any given night. You had called the base requesting backup after wave after wave of drunken disorderlies stumbled into your bar and yelled about getting cut off.

John had showed up. Repeatedly.

Offering him a drink on the house became so standard that you would start prepping his drink as soon as you ended your call.

The first time he had come by you were both boots on the bar, fire extinguisher raised as if the drunks were zombies coming for your innards. Three shouts from him and every man with a pair of testies on the line fell into formation.

When he came in next you got a text from your coworker that the military man from the base was looking for you. As that information was in no way enticing enough to leave your bed you replied and rolled over.

It had been another three months before you saw John again. When he rolled in the door uncalled you stared. You stared because of his unexpected arrival and because of the black eye, the limp, and the general state of exhaustion that oozed off him. Setting him up on a stool where you could keep an eye on him you and John talked. Every time you passed or had a second to breathe you did so in front of John.

It came up eventually, your being ace and his, well he didn't say he was gay but he didn't say he was into women. The two of you commiserated about the lack of options for love and companionship into old age and John disappeared for months again.

When he turned up next he came with his team. You smiled and waved as you saw him, glad he had company as they set up at a booth. Each man had taken a turn to grab drinks. The pretty black man with a wicked smart smile flirted, as did the blue eyed mohawk man. Both got your small smile and their drinks. The tall one with the mask asked for his drink with a quiet voice and took it with a gentle hand.

Turned out that night was a bit of a test.

John wanted a wife. Did he get into the twisty, knotted threads of his emotions about it? No. He wanted someone warm and feminine to come home to each night and after jobs but he didn't want someone he would need to sleep with. The idea of someone, a woman, growing with child tented his pants like he was thirteen and thinking too hard. He wanted cuddles and laughter and love, but not sex.

It took him a year to work up his nerve to bring up the idea. You had blinked at him like an orange cat who missed the brain cell by millimeters.

"Why?"

John folded his arms, unfolded them, then shoved his hands in his pockets. Giving up on either of those he pulled off his hat and rubbed his head.

"Tax benefits?" He tilted his head and looked at you hopefully as the words tripped out of his mouth.

You had laughed and agreed to a few dates.

A few dates turned into a few more. A few more turned into a set of rings and a date with a judge.

You agreed on a two bedroom flat but often spent the night in each others beds because sleepy cuddles were some of the best comforts either of you had found. John still went on missions and you finally found a job in your field. Life was good.

Years passed honey slow and all the better for it. And then one day John brought his boyfriend home and flipped your world on its head.

"I'm home!" You call into the flat as you pull your key from the lock and kick off your shoes. Hissing as your feet stretch for the first time all day you glance up and lock eyes with someone you had never seen before.

Dark hair, slicked back but hanging loose around his shoulder a man stands in your kitchen. With his broad shoulders and the tasteful amount of chest hair popping between the open buttons of his shirt you try and figure out why the hell he was in your flat.

John appears around the unknown man, a hand at his waist and chin on a shoulder.

"Welcome home. I meant to catch you before you met Nik, but uh..." his voice petered out. John hadn't been nervous around you in a long time. "This is my boyfriend."

The smile you give is real and big and you are so happy for him even as part of you stumbles back in shock, knowing your happy marriage would be over soon. You knew one day John would find someone who could meet all his needs and you would be left with good memories and a friend you cried over a couple times a year. Offering your hand to Nik is not only logical, it's right.

"Hi Nik. It's really nice to meet you."

He shakes your hand, palm wide and warm against your own.

"I'm gonna go change, and uh...yeah. I'm gonna go change."

You know you are repeating yourself but you can't help it. Tucked safely behind your bedroom door you pull out the luggage from under your bed and pack a few days worth of work and home clothes in it. Grabbing a new outfit you feel comfortable leaving the house in you duck into the bathroom and take a quick shower. When the items that live in there are bundled out with your towel they are tucked neatly into your bag as well.

Joining them for dinner is a weird experiance. John is smiling like you have never seen and his Nik follows him with eyes spilling over with hearts. John does not bring up any sleeping arrangements for the night. Hotel would be the answer for you tonight.

Standing from the table you rinse your dishes and load them in the washer. Offering a smile and a wave you snag your luggage and head out the door.

John catches you, foot on the break and checking the space behind the car.

"Where are you going?" Confusion is painted across his face as he braces both hands on the car and speaks to you through the window.

Leaving the car in reverse, you roll the window down.

"John, you brought home your boyfriend," your eyes flick to the closed front door and back to him, "You don't need you wife here on your first night with him in your home. We can talk about this tomorrow and figure out what divorce will look like."

You swallow hard, nose starting to run as he stares at you like an atom bomb detonator.

"Divorce?" He now looks sea sick atop his horror.

"Why would you need a wife you don't have sex with when you have a boyfriend who you do sleep with?" You lift and drop one shoulder in an approximation of a shrug. "I'm off work early tomorrow, do you want me to come by the base and we can chat?"

He doesn't reply but lets his hands drop from your car. Your smile shakes as you roll the window up and back out of the driveway.

@demothers-empty-blog

[Well. That got out of hand. Uuuum if anyone has any ideas on how I fix this mess hit me up.]

Part 2

Masterlist

Have to get the idea out of my head:

John marries a woman (ace) and they happily live life until one day he brings Nik home and then they have a cute little life where the woman is safe and loved and John doesn't have to hide the fact he loves her but is in love with Nik.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

what’s your headcanons on the toman founders having a sleepover?

Here are some for them!

There are so many snacks at the start of this sleepover but by the end there are none at all (Mikey happened)

They all get into a competition with each other to stay awake but they all end up falling asleep around the same times, in the morning they all claim they won and argue with each other over it.

Mitsuya calls Luna and Mana just before their bed time to wish them goodnight, this results in all of the toman founders shouting out good night to them.

Kazutora is pretty surprised with what they're allowed to do

They spend a lot of time playing games together (Mikey pouts everytime he loses)

Draken is the one to get everyone to quieten down if they get a little too noisy 

So many pranks happen at this sleepover, it's everyone vs everyone 

Even if it's not Mikey's house, he demands the best sleeping/ sitting position (and he gets it)

Baji is actually very respectful to whoevers parents/ guardian is hosting them, they think he's the polite one of the group which makes the others laugh.

They're all very excited for this sleepover and it's easy to tell just by looking at them.

Pah brings them a few movies to watch for it

Mikey ends up falling asleep on Pah when they do all eventually fall asleep 

At one point Baji ends up chasing Mikey around but accidentally splits part of his pajamas, this makes Kazutora laugh so much he can't breathe for a sec (luckily Mitsuya fixes them for him)

They decide to rock, paper, scissors to see who get's to use the bathroom first in the morning but while they're doing this Pah just goes and uses the bathroom anyway. 

Mikey has a moustache drawn on him overnight but then thinks it actually looks kinda good when he sees it in the morning (Draken makes him wash it off).

And finally, they actually all end up sleeping either on each other or beside each other, they just feel comfiest together. (Like that one official art but without Kazutora being alone on the floor).

[nenesfics]

there's a glint in sanji's eyes as he watches you and your daughter snuggle.

mimi is tiny but chubby, all soft skin and rosy cheeks, old enough to babble but still too small to actually talk. when you found out you were pregnant, sanji had been elated but scared — life as a pirate isn't exactly made for a pregnant woman, let alone for an infant. still, he was happy and was ready to leave it all behind if it meant continuing to live a life by your side with your newfound companion.

but after a quick talk with the other strawhats, he was relieved to understand that the others had no intention of making either of you leave. everyone offered their support and promise to help where they could, whether it be during an attack or a particularly rough night of crying.

it made sanji's heart swell — the way everyone adapted so quickly to her. before anyone realized, battles became more and more scarce, attacks weren't as reckless as they used to be and the small girl's laugh had become something each one of them would go to the ends of the earth for.

and looking at you now — laughing with robin about something, with mimi's cheek pressed on your chest as she observes luffy while he makes face at her, the sun painting your skin orange — he thinks that he wouldn't change it at all, not even one bit.

you notice his staring, raising an eyebrow at him. "is there something on my face?"

he laughs, shaking his head. he cuts a piece of strawberry from the basket at the centre of the table — a miracle that luffy hasn't already reduced it to smithens, really — and offers it to mimi, whose eyes light up and mouth opens, slightly raising her head, to not-so-gracefully accept the food he's handing her.

she chomps down on the strawberry as well as on his fingers, wrapping her small hand around them to keep him in place as she continues munching. she could be doing anything — even eating his fingers away — and sanji would still adore her in any way possible.

soon enough, her little eyes start to droop. "tired, baby?" you ask her, pressing your lips on the top of her head. she nods a bit, her gnawing at sanji's fingers eventually stopping, leaving them covered in spit.

your boyfriend rises from his seat, taking her in his arms. "I'll take her to bed," he mumbles, earning a soft smile from you. "thank you, sanji." he moves to press a kiss on your cheek, "you deserve a break. chat with the others, eat what you couldn't while holding her– I know she gave you a hard time while I was cooking."

"always so attentive," you muse, the laughter of your comrades as they enjoy themselves almost a mere background sound. "but, well, she has taken her clinginess to me from you, babe. not that I am complaining, but she looks so much like you under certain lights."

sanji can’t exactly deny it; his little girl does look like she’s his clone, and even acts as one as soon as she enters the kitchen. my little food critic, he calls her when she stomps — more like crawls, because she has yet to learn how to properly walk — her way in like she owns the place, babbling nonsense that can translate into make me food, slave.

sanji brushes a curl out of her face and holds her tighter, moving down to the living quarters and into your shared room. mimi has her own cot in there, even if franky is working on making her her own little room, and sanji carefully lays her down, smiling at the sight of his daughter curling up in her blanket as soon as he tucks her in. “sleep well, my darling,” he coos, pressing a kiss atop her head.

he gets back up on deck, finally letting himself take out his cigarette pack from his pocket, the lighter with it. you were particularly adamant on not letting your daughter see him smoke, both so that she never gets the idea to imitate her dad and she doesn't have to be around the smoke, so his smoking time has lowered significantly and is now reduced to the small hours without her that he gets.

he takes back the seat next to yours, appreciating the way you're trying some of the things that luffy's rampage had left, quietly listening to robin and nami chatter. "she went down okay?" you softly ask him, barely a whisper, as he kights the cigarette between his lips.

he nods, smiling, puffing out a breath of smoke. "has she ever given me too much trouble?"

you laugh. even if she did, it'd never be too much for him. "no," you hum, resting your head on his shoulder as his arm wraps around you. "she never has." 

[fanged-fanfics]

I loved your insomniac reader and I wanted to ask...can you give me hcs of Caramel arrow and affogato (separate) with a reader like that? Just ngl the insomniac is relatable lol! I find myself staying up till 3-4...learned hard way that staying up till 4:30 is the absolute limit I can stay up till...once I hit limit, I end up feeling like shit lol! And to add onto this version...usually only sleep for 5-6 hours so imagine them trying to keep reader asleep so they get a full 8 hours lol! Think it would be fun! See em not only make reader fall asleep but make sure they stay asleep lol!

☆ Burning The Midnight Oil — Affogato and Caramel Arrow Cookie (seperate) x Insomniac!Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Caramel Arrow was always one of few members of the Dark Cacao Kingdom who actually managed to keep a healthy sleep schedule, and she began worrying for you when you confided in her about feeling terrible

ᯓᡣ𐭩 She'd help make sure you'd keep up with taking care of yourself in general, sleep especially being a part of it. But on top of that, you always seemed to be up much too early. Seeing the efforts remaining stagnate made Caramel Arrow worry all the more

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Once finding out the root of the issue was not only struggling to get sleep, but also not getting enough sleep, it was a little easier to approach. And after all the trial and error, you were both at a place of finding something that could really work

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Caramel Arrow would let you work as much as you wanted, until it reached the time you'd usually feel bad. Then you'd be cuddled close, tucked into the archer's bed with her. When you got to the point of trying to wake up, she'd pretend to still be asleep, caging you under her weight. When you'd finally fall back asleep, she'd kiss your cheek while tucking you back in

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Affogato always was a cookie who preferred to sleep in wherever he could, on the other hand. Beauty sleep was important, and he didn't want his dough looking anything less than perfect. He did make a few comments here and there about how your exhaustion was beginning to show physically, but you always figured he was just being snarky as usual

ᯓᡣ𐭩 One evening, to your surprise, Affogato came to you with a blend of ingredients mixed together, insisting that you should try it. You had to do a lot of reading between the lines to figure out what he was getting at. As you came to eventually find, he had attempted to make a traditional medicinal blend to aid with sleep

ᯓᡣ𐭩 But that wasn't all he'd done. Once you took the medicine, he also got into the routine of pulling you to bed to rest. Though he pretended to fuss up a storm and feel put out, he willingly offered his room to you. It was kept as warm as possible, with fragrant scents meant to aid sleep always tinging the air

ᯓᡣ𐭩 What was the most surprising was him offering his own clothes to you as pajamas. It became commonplace to spend the night in his room, the comforting environment and presence of the shaman lulling you to rest. Affogato complained when you'd try to get up early, claiming that he was still tired and needed your comfort to rest well. He'd smirk slyly when you agreed, pampering you to make up for the extra time spent in bed together

[apomaro-mellow]

King and Prince 44

Part 43

You may recognize some of this chapter from Part A :)

It was rare for Steve to actually be in his bed nowadays. Since he and Eddie had begun laying together they’d given up just about all pretense and propriety. Most were aware to some extent. The eldest in the castle were simply happy, for all their lives their king had gone without a romance. And it sent the youth a-twitter with the possibilities. There were those, of course, who had fantasized about either their charming king or the dashing prince that felt a bit of loss when their relationship was confirmed, but what could anyone do? 

King Edward was completely wrapped up in his lover. And that meant pampering and spoiling him. Steve was no stranger to late mornings. Even as the heir to the Harrington dynasty, he’d slept in a few times. But here, he wasn’t shirking any duties or keeping anyone waiting. Not unless Dustin was hankering for a grotesque lecture.

This particular morning, Eddie had kissed him, long and slow before going off. A king could sleep in on occasion but eventually he needed to give his attention elsewhere. And things didn’t slow down just because it was winter.

But Steve was able to laze the day away in bed. Breakfast was brought up to him, lunch too. He still hadn’t forgotten the feeling of the cold stones under his body, of the meals that were just as lacking in warmth. How was that less than a year ago? He’d been taken at the end of the last winter, when the world had just begun to warm up after the freeze.

And now, just shy of ten months later, he was betrothed to his captor, contemplating not just marriage, not just children, but an eternity together. It made him giddy and he giggled at the absurdity of it all as he ate in bed, gazing at the snow that fell outside.

After lunch, he was still in bed, this time reading a book he’d found in the library about child rearing. Steve had met Jonathan for the first time recently, and his protruding belly was hard to ignore, even when bundled up. The idea that he, a man, would be able to do that…It had gotten Steve in a mood. The kind that had him stealing Eddie away from prying eyes until that mood was settled. 

But, back to the present, Steve was decided on having this child now, and receiving the gift of immortality. There was just the pomp and circumstance that came with it. Eddie would be back before dinner was served and Steve hoped to have a very long discussion with him about it. Steve was on a page where the author discussed different spanking tools and he was wondering if there was a more modern manual when he heard someone open the door to the antechamber.

Eddie was due back soon, but these weren’t his footsteps. Everyone else knew better than to come in without announcing themselves. Only the children dared and they gave themselves away immediately with their lack of stealth. Steve set the book down. Quietly, he put a robe on to cover his nudity and waited by the door to the bedroom, sword in hand.

“My lord? A message for you-”

The point met the intruder’s neck. Perhaps in the past, Steve might not have been so highly on his guard. But the incident with Gendrid, Sansweet, and Bramble had him on edge.

“You’re not Eddie.”

The messenger looked ready to shit his pants or faint but Steve couldn’t be brought to care. Who was he to think he could enter without knocking? He looked Steve up and down and suddenly it became clear. He had been hoping to sneak a peek at him in bed.

“Stand down, sweet thing”, Eddie’s voice smoothed over the bristles on Steve’s back. 

He only spared the other man one more scornful glance before giving all of his attention to the one who deserved it. His sword turned down as he went into Eddie’s arms. Eddie placated him with sweet words and the way his tone dipped down low to whisper it into his ear as he played with his hair should be criminal. Steve almost didn’t even notice when the intruder left, probably shooed away by Eddie. An example might need to be made out of him. But for now…

Eddie had been late. So now it was time to make it up.

Steve was on the bed, the robe having fallen completely off of his shoulders as he fell back against it. Eddie crawled on top of him. That was when he noticed the book, sitting just off to the side. He hummed, pleased.

“Thinking of our future little bundle?”

Steve blushed, but nodded. “Getting a few ideas. I think that book’s a bit old fashioned, in my opinion.”

Eddie untied Steve’s robe, then slowly pulled it apart, smiling when all was revealed to him. His love shivered at being bare and that just wouldn’t do. His hand touched Steve’s chin, he palmed his neck briefly before moving down, making a trail until he reached his stomach. There, Eddie pressed just a tad, then met Steve’s eyes.

“Can you imagine it? Getting big and round, making room for our baby?”

Steve’s cheeks got hotter. He could. He could imagine it so easily. “Some of me and some of you”, he breathed out as he reached up to wrap his arms around Eddie’s shoulders.

Eddie smiled against his lips as they kissed. He had thought that when he passed on, the curse of his bloodline would die. But it didn’t seem so bleak anymore. Anything that was half Steve could only be a blessing. Their child would be a blessing, loved and treasured like one. His hips rolled into Steve, his clothed erection rubbing roughly against Steve’s naked form. He whimpered as Steve bit him, a reminder that he couldn’t very well fuck him with his clothes still on.

So he undressed. Steve watched with hungry eyes. Eddie had told him the story behind almost every tattoo but there were still some that were a mystery to him. Sometimes they took things slow, the preparation being part of the journey. This wasn’t one of those times. The moment Steve was ready, Eddie plunged him. The idea that they weren’t just making love, they’d be creating new life, spurred them on. Steve’s body wasn’t ready for it yet. There were still spells to be cast, but it didn’t hurt to fantasize. 

While Steve was blissed out on the cock of his lover, coming up with baby names, believe it or not, miles away he was on his parents’ minds.

Part 45

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[jynxeddraca]

Post-Game Headcanons/story idea for my Veilguard Universe

Just a non-exhaustive list of headcanons for my "canon" universe that may or may not ever get written down in story form. Focus on Rook, Lucanis, and the Crows because them navigating their relationship after everything has been my hyperfixation. As a note, Rook is Zea Aldwir - a Dalish mage Veil Jumper.

General stuff:

The Veilguard was a name given to their group by their allies and became it's own organization after the end of the game with each faction sending volunteers to the Lighthouse where the Veilguard is still based at - though because of the events in Minrathous much of the organization is made up of the remaining Shadow Dragons and Thread members.

Pretty quickly, the various factions' volunteers are really more about making their factions look good rather than any real desire to provide aid.

I'm thinking that the OG Veilguard have alternating 'shifts' at the Lighthouse post-game but will all show up if needed for something.

Neve is in charge of the Veilguard when Rook isn't around and part of that is because she pretty much lives at the Lighthouse.

There is a week or two between the big final battle in Minrathous where loose ends are wrapped up and when everyone "goes home".

Lace and Taash go to Rivain together, though Lace travels to Kal-Sharok often for Titan related things - so they're gone for long stints at a time.

Bellara goes back and forth pretty regularly between Arlathan and the Lighthouse.

Neve absolutely keeps Bellara up-to-date on drama-filled serials from Tevinter.

Emmrich resumes Mourn Watcher duties and his teaching position in Nevarra, but visits Strife in Arlathan regularly. He and Bellara see each other quite often as a by-product.

Lucanis asks Rook to come back to Treviso with him and she agrees.

Lucanis spends most of his time post-game in Treviso juggling all his new responsibilities, relationship, and family drama.

Rook spends an equal amount of time between Treviso, Arlathan, and the Lighthouse.

Things that would be included in this post-game story - in no particular order - if I ever find the spoons/motivation to write it:

During the time between the big battle and going home, Lucanis does move out of the pantry and into the meditation room with Rook (the room creates a curtained off alcove with a bed) because the pantry at the Lighthouse gets too busy for him to be comfortable sleeping there anymore.

Illario finds out Lucanis was sleeping in the pantry for months and absolutely gives his cousin shit about it.

At some point Illario will also find out about the 'Pantry Scene' and not only gives Lucanis shit about it, but vows that it will be a story told at the wedding if he ever marries Rook.

The Caretaker does like the bustle at the Lighthouse, but will not allow anyone in that is planning on causing mischief and has all but said this. I feel there are a couple of incidents that eventually crop up about this.

Rook's family is aware that Lucanis is a Crow, probably also that he is an abomination - because of gossip from the Veil Jumpers - and there are Opinions™ about that even though he did help Rook save them from being sacrificed.

Important to note that in-game Lucanis mentions that he and Illario do not live in House Dellamorte, having moved out when they were old enough to. I like to think they have a place they share, probably a small villa so they can live on opposite wings and have some privacy.

Illario has probably been staying with Viago and/or Teia after his failed coup and - even though he isn't imprisoned in my canon - he is essentially under house arrest, forced to do paper work, but post-game moves back to his home with Lucanis and now Rook.

Caterina is Not Happy™ that Lucanis invited Rook to live with him. She doesn't dislike Rook, but she thinks Lucanis is making a poor decision, showing weaknesses, thinks Rook won't accept much of how Crows operate leading to influencing Lucanis to be dangerously soft.

Caterina would rather Lucanis get involved with another Crow.

Speaking of other Crows - there is this ballsy De Riva that has been away for a while that Rook finally meets. Her name is Lilya, she's Viago's protege, and she has beef with Illario.

Lucanis and Caterina have very different opinions on how to run the house and Lucanis shocks Illario by actually standing up to Caterina for once.

Rook sees how Caterina treats both Lucanis and Illario, starts to have Opinions™ about it, and accidentally causes some friction when she points out to Caterina that Illario is not half as incompetent as she likes to say he is.

I'm not saying that Illario develops a crush on Rook, but I'm not not saying Illario develops a crush either.

There is 100% invitations not only to a Crow "yay the world is saved" party but also one from the King to Rook (after hearing that she may be in town) to a celebratory ball for saving Antiva.

This is how Rook learns Viago is related to the King, realizes she has zero idea how the Antivan government works, and gets a crash course in fancy etiquette. Also Teia kidnaps her to go shopping.

At some point there's a midnight assassination attempt on Rook and the Dellamortes. Bonus if it happens in House Dellamorte and Caterina sees Rook in nothing but one of Lucanis's shirts after they deal with all the would-be assassins.

At some point, it is revealed that the pin/brooch Illario is wearing is from Zara and uses the fragment of a trapped Envy demon to give Illario the ability to use blood magic - the more Illario uses it, the stronger the grip of the demon with the end goal being it bonding with him and Zara would finally get her Envy demon.

Except Illario used it very sparingly (a whole twice - both on Lucanis) because he trusted Zara like he trusts a goblet of poison and it doesn't get enough power for anyone to clock it for what it is until after the events of Veilguard.

Speaking of Illario and demons: he has mixed feelings on Spite because of things like a Chantry culture upbringing, the fact Lucanis was supposed to be dead (how do I know this really is Lucanis?), Spite trying to kill him, etc. However, Spite is also the reason that Lucanis not only survived the Ossuary, not only was able to come home, but also why Lucanis was able to help Rook kill gods ultimately saving his home. Most importantly: Without Spite, Rook never would have been able to save Lucanis from himself.

Illario may be just as emotionally constipated and allergic to true feelings as Caterina is, but he is actually incredibly relieved and happy that Lucanis is home - safe, happy, acting more like how he used to, and is finally refusing to let Caterina use him as her puppet (even though it pisses Illario off so much that it happened because of Rook and not him).

An aside, Illario knows how to charm people and this apparently, eventually, extends to demons - so Illario and Spite oscillate between acting like feral cats being forced to share territory and being reluctantly friendly with each other.

Do I have any kind of plan or ending decided for this story? Nope. Am I just running off of vibes for the time being? Yes. Do I think I could do justice to some of the things here? Not really.

Especially the dynamics between all the Dellamortes. Because they're all so horribly traumatized by things outside their control - as well as a non-zero amount of fucked up directly because of each other - and it has made all three of them so incredibly allergic to having an honest conversation with each other. Spite does not have any skill or ability to help the situation and tends to just be spiteful, Teia and Viago are Crows and have the view of 'Dellamortes will be Dellamortes', leaving Rook to be the one playing emotional referee and calling out bullshit as she sees it. But Rook is not a therapist, she would fully step on toes, and she would be watching all of their drama without a clue as to how to help while also getting a crash course in Crow politics, Antivan politics, and city life (because she's Dalish, she's never lived in a city, she has no idea how shit works).

[quibbs126]

So my brain had another thought recently, and so I figured, how else to convey this idea than through another meme redraw?

I swear, I don’t know why I’m doing it so much now

But anyways, I essentially have this mental image of Starscream, Soundwave and Shockwave all being roommates in the TFOne-verse, whether that was always the case or if that only happened after Megatron took over an essentially kicked Starscream out of his room (and/or Starscream didn’t want to share with him). I just think it’s a funny mental image

But I also have a specific mindset with this dynamic, in that Soundwave and Shockwave are dating/married, while Starscream and Skyfire were a thing in the past, but with Sentinel’s betrayal Starscream hasn’t been able to see him in 50 years. So basically he’s stuck unwillingly third wheeling while not being able to be with his own partner, and he just kind of has to live with this

Anyways, I just thought it was funny and wanted to share it

[phagodyke]

yeah I'm not gonna talk abt it am I...

[orcelito]

Been fiddling with my phone in bed for like an hour ish. Decided to finally actually sleep, but figured I should use the bathroom first. Both cats were already settled with me in bed, tho I knew I'd end up waking up needing to pee if I didn't go now, so I decided to go anyways.

As I was leaving the bed, I tried to tell them, "I'll be Right Back... don't get up..."

But of course. They both got up immediately. And Tally followed me right into the bathroom to sit on the litter box and keep me company (as she likes to do).

Back in bed now. And I have neither cat with me 😑

[thethingything]

I hate that we keep getting to about midnight and being like "okay I'm too exhausted to stay upright and my back hurts too much" and then accidentally falling asleep but then when we wake up a few hours later we're either just as exhausted or potentially feel even worse but our options are to either try and sit up anyway, or end up falling asleep again and getting a total of like 7 hours of sleep where absolutely none of it was actually restful

[httpscameron]

arranged marriage with simon.

the marriage was arranged by your parents, you didnt even know it was going to happen until a few weeks before the wedding. your first meeting with simon was in a coffee shop. your mum just told you to go there at ten am to meet him there.

he stood out like a sore thumb. his hair was messy, a dirty blond but short, he was sat in a booth with a cup of tea in a to-go cup. a look of exhaustion on his face and a five oclock shadow of a beard. he had eyebags that were deep but his eyes were a soft blue. simon wore dark clothes, probably to keep himself looked at atleast as possible.

you took a breath of nerves before getting a coffee yourself before going over. you stood opposite him. “simon riley?” you asked him just to confirm really that he was infact your husband to be.

he just nodded “yeah i am.” he didnt bother asking for your name because well youre obviously his future wife he knows your name. “i didnt ask for this you to be my mrs, so dont blame me.” he tells you a in mutter. his voice was husky, a smoker and clearly a heavy one at that.

after that visit you didnt meet again until your wedding, you couldnt really class it as a wedding. you both went to county hall and signed the documents and you had your stuff moved in that night.

it was awkward, very awkward. that night the two of you stayed in silence. you both agreed to share a bed because thats what married people did. he was in a pair of joggers and a dark tank top. you were in your usual pyjamas. both of you as far away as possible in the bed. the tv was on playing the eleven oclock news. once the show finished you both said your good nights and that was it.

life went on like that for a few months, simple hellos and simple mutters of how are you. it was terrible. he was a good man at that, he allowed you to quit your job and the two of you lived on his income, you had unlimited cash and could do as you please. however the one thing you werent allowed to do was cheat. it was a basic thing you both agreed to early on as it wasnt fair on the other no matter how much you both disliked the marriage.

simon went on deployment, it was long three months without speaking (like that really bothered you). he returned late into the night, you were asleep in your bed, sleeping as snug as you could.

he kicked his boots off at the bottom of the bed and his clothes stripping to his boxers, as he climbed into bed, his arms wrapped around you quickly. waking you up. “simon?” you said quickly.

“shh birdie i need this.” he huffed, his head going into the crook of your neck, sniffing your hair which still smelt like that shampoo you used. you just being there settled him instantly. he fell asleep instantly too. you fell asleep too, the warmth of his arms was somewhat suprisingly nice too.

after that night you both had a silent agreement to sleep cuddling, even if some nights your head was on his chest or you both spooned. it was nice actually, being close to your husband.

the two of you eventually agreed on going on date nights, simple stuff twice a month even if it was getting a take out and watching a film and well it was perfect. settling into routines with him that you never thought would happen. being able to fall in love with your husband.

he thought of you as his salvation, your relationship bloomed into one of love and adoration to each other, spending early mornings and late nights together. simon wouldnt be the man he was without you, even if it was a rocky start it still happened. you still both fell in love and had the happy ending neither of you expected.

masterlist

[envy-of-the-apple]

Third Wheel

Dark!SatoSugu x reader

(Warnings: Yandere, dark content, dark, misogynistic language, delusional behavior, kidnapping, blood, violence, +ShokoHime x reader, choking (not in the sexy way tho), threesomes, oral!F!recieving)

Synopsis: Regardless of what Satoru and Suguru tell you, you've always felt left out in this relationship. But when you leave, you quickly find out there's no line your ex-lovers won't cross to get you back

Word Count: 7.3k

When you come home that night, they're already cuddled together, watching TV. 

It's cute. Your boyfriends were always so loose with their affection. When Suguru was cooking, Satoru would lean on his back, more than happy to talk his ear off. Suguru would hold Satoru's waist, steadying him, being his anchor. At night, you'd catch them reaching for each other, trying to hold hands even in their sleep. 

It's clear to even the blind: they are soulmates. 

And you were just extra baggage. 

You don't know how you caught their eyes, but this past year was fun. They've been sweet, both of them have. Inviting you into their lives, into their home, into their bed. Everything moved so fast, but you didn't mind. You were young and a bit spontaneous. Two beautiful men showing a glimpse of interest in you wasn't something you could pass up. This was nice, while it lasted. 

But unlike them, you aren't forever. Their bond would never come close to anything they could have with you. 

It took a while for you to accept that, but eventually, you did. 

"Hey, babe," Satoru calls. "Rough day?" He lazily waves you over. Suguru grunts, before shifting over to make space. 

Despite it all, you're a coward. You don't announce it; you just stare at them. Fondly. Yes, this was nice. You don't think you could handle telling them, though; that would be too much. Seeing how little they cared would break you. 

"Yeah." You give. "Rough day." 

You weave through the house. It's theirs. Not yours. That they've made clear. You're an afterthought. It's the little things. Their toothbrushes are together, yours on the other side of the sink. Their shoes were neatly stacked side by side, and yours were always tucked away in a corner. Left out. Forgotten. Why wouldn't it be like that? They've been together for years. You were still an outsider. 

You only have a little to grab. You just grab your extra clothes, the hair clips you have a terrible habit of leaving around. Just a few items. And then the bedroom looks like you'd never been there at all. 

When you come back out, they don't notice your suitcase. Satoru laughs loudly at something happening on screen. Suguru chides him sternly. Good. It's better this way, you think as you take your suitcase to your car. You don't need any additional heartbreak. 

You make a few more rounds, collecting everything you need. Suguru only catches you when you are about to leave their house forever. 

"Angel?" He calls. "Where are you going?" 

He's looking at you, head tilted in mild curiosity. You manage to smile, looking down at your car keys. 

"Out for a drive." You shrug. "I'll be back." 

Suguru takes it at face value. He lets you go with a small 'have fun'. The walk to the car is heavy. Metal dumbbells on your shoulders. 

When you get in the seat, you finally allow yourself to sob. 

~

I'm sorry, I just can't do this anymore

That's how you ended the wall of text before blocking them. It was the coward's way out. 

"No." Utahime's quick to tell you. "It's the only way. Those bastards would've never let you go otherwise." 

You shouldn't be so quick to listen to her, considering she hates them both. Still, she was more than happy to offer you her home while you picked yourself back up, and started looking for an apartment. You'll humor her for the time being. 

"She's right," Shoko pipes up. Her dark circles are even more prominent tonight. You guiltily think it has more to do with you than with her patients, but she and Utahime have insisted that you stay with them. 

"It was for my sake, more than theirs." You say honestly, tucking yourself into the couch. "They...don't care about me. At least, not like they do each other." 

Utahime rolls her eyes. "You are blind." She says. "Those two were obsessed with you. I'm just glad you got out while you could." 

You laugh, but it beats crying all over again. Utahime doesn't find what she said as funny. She chides you again, something about being oblivious before she settles down to watch the movie she put on. Shoko falls asleep right at the intermission. Her head falls against your shoulder. Utahime leans against you too. And it's nice to have friends to fill the void they left. 

~

Satoru appears first. 

You woke up later than you would have liked. Your eyes are itchy and red from crying all night. Utahime was more than happy to give you her guestroom, but you know you can't take advantage of her kindness for too long. Tomorrow, you'll start apartment hunting. 

Today, you'd sit on the couch and eat ice cream. 

When you go downstairs, you hear a hushed whisper. Utahime's by the door, using her body to keep someone out. She looks angry. 

"-No one's here but me. Now get the fuck off my property." She seethes. 

You recognize his voice. You aren't ready. "Have you heard anything? Anything at all?" 

"No." Utahime gripes. "So go, Gojo-" 

He catches your eyes. Your heart gets stuck in your throat. 

He's taller than her. It takes little to no effort to barrel through her body, easily shoving her aside to get to you. You flinch, his touch burns when he grabs you, pulling you into his arms. 

"Oh, baby." He sighs into your hair. "There you are. Missed you." 

It's too soon. You aren't ready. You can still feel the emotions bubble up from that night, when you collapsed in Utahime's arms, sobbing your heart out. This wasn't fair. They never made it fair. 

You cast a glance at Utahime. She was scowling, close to boiling right over the edge. It gives you enough strength to try to push Gojo off, but he only lets go, when he wants to. 

"Okay." He smiles, reaching down to grab your hand. "C'mon. Let's go home. You had us both so worried for a sec, but if we explain everything to Suguru it'll be okay." 

You find your voice then. As well as your strength. His grip on your hand isn't all that tight. It slips away when you gently shake him off. Satoru stops, confused. 

"Satoru..." You start. "Didn't you get my text?" 

He rolls his shoulders, agitated. "Yeah, but-but it doesn't matter." 

There it was. His lovable personality. Casual careless, nonchalance. For once, you aren't annoyed by it. Maybe your grief made you numb to it. 

"I did mean it," you say as plainly as you can, "every word." 

He freezes. You smile at Utahime. 

"Could you give us some time?" You ask. 

She frowns, but she's never been able to say no to you. 

"Ten minutes." She finally says, before she's marching back to the kitchen. You still hear her muttering while leading Satoru back to your room. 

"I'm sorry." He says when the door shuts behind him. 

"For what?" 

He runs a hand through his hair, taking off those glasses he loves so much. You can't look him in the eyes for too long. It brings up too many memories. 

"I fucked up, right?" He says, he sounds desperate. You've never heard him sound like this before. "I'm sorry. I dunno what I did, but I'm sorry." 

You shrug, picking at the lint of your sleeves. "You didn't do anything. I just...it felt like a good point to just-" 

"-Leave us?" He cuts in. "Come home, baby. I'm so sorry, just come home and we'll figure this out." You look away because you can feel the tears burn up. 

"You didn't do anything." You insist, but your voice is weaker. 

"Was it Suguru? Did he do some bullshit?" Satoru interrogates. "What'd he do? I'll kick his ass, I promise." You hide your smile underneath your sleeves. 

"He didn't do anything either," you assure, "neither of you did." 

He's getting more and more desperate. "Then why did you leave us? What's wrong with us? Why can't we go home and talk this out? Please come back, baby; home doesn't feel like home without you." 

Isn't this what you wanted? A confession. Evidence that they wanted you just as much as they wanted each other. Satoru certainly did. Suguru did, too, considering how hurt Satoru implied him to be. A week ago, you might have been over the moon, too wallowed in self-pity to do anything but agree, run back into their arms, and willingly sink back into 2nd place all over again. 

But the thought of going back to their home makes you feel sick. 

"I can't." You decide. "I just can't. It's over, Satoru." 

I'm sorry. You keep that last line to yourself because you're too scared to crack in front of him. Shatter. Splinter. 

Satoru doesn't share the same sentiment. You hear movement, and when you look up, he's crying. 

A part of you wants to hug him, but you hold yourself back because he isn't yours anymore, and maybe he never was. Still, it hurts seeing him like this. The piece of you that still wanted him is ready to forgive and forget. Your vindictiveness keeps it at bay. 

"That's not fucking fair." He's saying through his tears, even when he's crying, he's beautiful, "You-you can't just ditch us like this. You don't get it; we can't live without you. It's killing us; you're killing us, baby." He staggers forward, in a way that makes you afraid he might fall. In the end, he just collapses on the bed. Eventually, you take a seat next to him. 

He's looking around, you catch him eyeing the pile of clothes in the laundry basket. The hair ties on top of the drawer. The plushies on the bed. You think it might finally be starting to sink that that you're truly gone. 

"Suguru can't sleep these days, y'know that?" He starts, a sardonic laugh in his throat. "He pretends to, but he can't. He stays up all night just wishing you'd come home. The guy is miserable without you, and you can't even gimme a fucking answer." 

His voice cuts you just the way it's supposed to. You wince, feeling his words slice into his skin, finding their way into your heart. You look at his shoes for a moment. He didn't bother to remove them. Maybe that's another reason why Utahime was so pissed. 

"I was starting to feel like an afterthought with you two." You speak. "I mean, it makes sense, you two were together, first. I thought the barrier would just take time to go away....but then it didn't." 

How many times has Suguru taken Satoru's hand over yours? How many times has Satoru forgotten your drink but not Suguru's? How many inside jokes you didn't understand? You always felt petty for being jealous over the tiniest things, but those tiny things kept getting bigger and bigger until it felt like they'd been purposely building that barrier themselves.

You were sick of feeling like the third wheel in your relationship. 

"Baby..." Satoru's voice is tinged in guilt and you can't look at him because you can feel the tears start to well up. "I-I didn't realize." He grabs your hand. 

"Come home." He pleads. "We'll fix it, I promise. We'll be better. We'll do better." 

You shake your head, slipping away from his grip. 

"It's too late." Your voice is shaky. Please let him not notice. Please, please, please for once can his oblivious about everything but his one and only work in your favor? "You can't fix anything, Satoru. Not now." 

"You haven't even given us a chance to-" 

"You should go." You stand up. Satoru follows you out the door. Utahime's already outside. She catches your eyes and nods. 

"Gojo." She speaks, tone clipped. "Get the fuck out of my house." 

He stills, frozen like the prettiest painting in the world. His eyes turn to ice as he stares at her. Utahime doesn't budge. If anything, she advances, pulling you close, acting like a human barrier between you and your ex-boyfriend. You take it immediately, nestling into her side, taking refuge from his icy stare. 

There's silence. You only relax when you hear his footsteps fade and the door slams ricochets into the apartment. And that's when you break down into Utahime's arms completely, letting her coo you into comfort. 

"Maybe I am being overdramatic," you say when Shoko comes back later that day. Utahime was enraged since Satoru left, pacing around the apartment. It's only after both you and Shoko coaxed her back into the couch that she calms down enough to take a seat next to you. 

"Maybe this whole thing is ridiculous. I-I should just go back and-"

"No." Shoko is immediately saying voice firm. "Absolutely Not." 

You can smell the hint of smoke when she came back from the hospital. You try not to assume it's because of you. 

"No way in hell are we letting you go back there after what he did." Utahime gripes. 

"He didn't do anything." You argue. "I swear, I-I was just...being pathetic." 

Warm hands lift your head up. You struggle, still shuddering from your sobs as Utahime forces you to look at her. 

Her eyes are brown. Not as glittery as Satoru's, who's eyes shine like the burning sun itself. Not like Suguru, with his celestial purple. No, hers are just brown. 

You didn't realize how beautiful brown eyes could be. Not just the color of home; the color of chocolate; the color of brownies. The way the light cast down at them made them deep and dark, like a night sky. If you looked closer, you could see tiny stars swimming around. 

"Listen. Are you listening?" When you nod, her voice softens. She tucks your hair behind your ear. 

"You deserve better." She insists. "You deserve better than them. So so much better. I know you can't see it right now, but there is better out there waiting for you." Her voice loses all momentum all at once. "Just...trust me, okay?" 

Her desperation to be heard makes you smile a bit. You nod. Her frown loosens, just the tiniest bit. She relaxes. 

"Thanks," you say after a beat. "I...I needed that. I'm glad I have goods friends." 

Utahime's hands drop from your face. She collapses into the couch cushions with a groan. Shoko laughs. 

"Told you." Shoko says, mirth and alcohol on her tongue. 

Utahime flips her off, and Shoko takes her place. She settles into your side. 

"They were assholes." She tells you. "Forget about them. And she's right, you deserve better." 

You were glad they were there for you, even when you weren't there for yourself. It felt nice that they cared. Vouched, Advocated for your comfort. They made better boyfriends than your old boyfriends ever did. Their support helped heal the Satoru and Suguru-sized holes left in your heart. Every day became a bit better. 

When Suguru eventually turned up, you were a bit more prepared. 

He's a bit nicer than Satoru was. He actually knocks, instead of relentlessly pounding on the door. He doesn't barrel through Shoko when he spots you cowering behind her. His face betrays nothing. He's still. A polite smile is stretched on his lips. Shoko isn't happy about letting him into her home, but when she glances at you, you nod. You needed to do this. You needed closure. 

And so did Suguru. 

You don't speak to him until you're shut in your room. Geto cuts the silence first. 

"How have you been?" He asks nicely. 

"Good." You respond. "You?" 

"Good." 

Conversation stilts. You don't know what to say. Luckily, your ex is never the man who stays silent for long. 

"How's living with Shoko and Utahime been?" He asks, "I'm surprised you've put up with them for this long. They were pretty scary in high school." 

"I bet you two were scarier." You counter. 

He smiles. It's soft, looks good on him. You find yourself smiling back. When you take a seat on the the of the bed, he doesn't follow. You don't know whether to feel glad or not. 

"Yeah, I'm not the proudest of those times." He admits with a sheepish laugh. 

It dies down, and you know the artificial barrier between you two has broken. You shift, waiting for the inevitable. 

"Satoru told me what happened." He sighs. "I'm sorry, Angel. We-I didn't know how you felt. Everything was so perfect, I just thought you felt the same." 

"It's fine." You assure, and this time, your throat doesn't clog up, and your eyes don't feel itchy. "Really. It's-it's fine." 

"It's not." Suguru shakes his head. "You'd be in bed with us if it were." 

That comment pricks something deep within your skin. You swallow, turning away from his piercing purple eyes. They were much like Satoru's. Breathtaking, you could stare at them for hours. You used to. 

But now, you don't have that desire anymore. 

And maybe now that you aren't so attached, maybe you could try being a little more honest. 

"I was jealous." You finally admit. "I couldn't help it. I-I always felt like I was fighting within my relationship. You two were so much closer to each other than I was. Than I ever could be, honestly." 

Suguru frowns, troubled. 

"That's not true." He insists, soft, but something's burning underneath his tone. "Satoru and I have history, but that doesn't mean-" 

"I was runner-up." You cut him off. "For both of you. Looking back, I'm not really upset. It was always impossible for anything to come between the two of you. This-" You gesture between you and him "-was always inevitable." 

"It's my fault." You smile at him, hoping it comes across as sincere as you feel. "I couldn't stand being second place." 

He moves then, kneeling in front of you. Eyes the widest you've ever seen them. He catches your hands in his. You let him. A parting gift. 

"Angel." He starts. "We never once thought of you as that." 

You shrug. "It doesn't matter." You reply. "It's how I always felt. You can't really change the way I feel about things, Suguru." 

You think he's realizing that he's beginning to lose you. His grip gets tighter as if he can physically keep you with him at the very least. He shifts until he's right at your knees, looking up at you desperately. 

"Come back." He insists, abandoning his persuasions. "Just...come back. At least for a little while? We can try again, can't we? Just give us a second chance?" 

It's strange, they don't look too similar, but you can see the similarities. Wow, they're just perfect for each other, aren't they? Yin and Yang. Two halves; one whole. 

You were always a leftover. You just had to learn that the hard way, through days of heartbreak, crying, and sobbing your heart out. It took you awhile to understand that the affection they had for each other is different from the affection they had for you. 

You shake your head. His hands nearly crush yours. 

"I love you." 

It takes you a while to figure out what he said. When it does sink in, your world tilts. Your heart stops at his abrupt declaration and you must stare at him because why? At first, you think he's just desperate: lovebombing. And then you look into his eyes, his sincerity. No, he means it. It makes you feel worse. 

"Satoru does, too, but you know him-he'd rather die than admit something like that." Suguru gives a bitter laugh, one you find familiar even after all this time. "I've always wanted to tell you but thought it was too soon. I thought we had all the time in the world." His voice tapers so he doesn't have to say the obvious but clearly you three didn't. 

You want to reach over, tuck a stray lock behind his ear but you stop yourself because he isn't yours anymore. You gave it all away when you ran. Instead, you curl your hands around his in silent understanding. 

You don't know how you didn't realize it before, but Suguru is less put together than usual. His hair is typically well-groomed and shiny, but now you see split ends. His eyes are clear and bright, but today...they aren't. A dull purple. Hazy violet. 

He's miserable. 

You did this. This was all you. 

"Satoru misses you," he says, "always had. Barely smiles anymore. I don't think I can blame him." 

They loved you. They love you. This was all what you wanted. Just a bit of recognition. There's a tiny part of you that's still itching to jump back in Suguru's arms, kiss him until you're out of breath 'just kidding! it was a prank! let's go home!' and then you two would leave hand-in-hand back to Satoru. 

Going back to them would make them happy, but not you.

But Shoko was right. You deserved better. 

 "It'll get better." You assure. "You'll heal." 

Day by day, the cracks in your heart start to seal. Bit by bit. It may never heal over completely, but you know you'll be okay one day. And they'll be alright too. Who knows, maybe in a couple years, you'll all laugh at this. 

Suguru shakes his head and stands up. His eyes are just the bit glassy, but he's blinking them away before anything gives. It's just like him, honestly, so you're not too upset. 

"You don't get it." He's smiling, not quite in humor. "I don't think you'll ever do but..." He trails off, mid-thought. 

"But what?" You press. 

Then he sighs and closes his eyes. When he looks at you again, his signature pleasantly cold smile is on his face. 

"I did all I could, I think." He turns around, abrupt. "I'll see myself out." 

You're caught off-guard by his sudden departure, but by the time you're following him, Shoko's already leading him out the front door, locking it with exasperation. 

"Is that it?" She asks. "They won't be barging in anytime soon, right?" 

You stare out the window, watching as Suguru gets in his car. Something bubbled in your stomach. 

~

It was one of those nights. Shoko had come back early. Utahime was back from the school. You had planned a cute little evening for the girls and a relaxing night in. You had everything: wine, freshly-prepared dinner, a cheesy horror movie, and an announcement you're sure they were more than happy to hear.

You had just settled down the blanket when you hear Shoko come through the door. You take off her coat before she can even touch it, excitedly flitting around her. 

"What's gotten you in such a good mood?" Shoko asks, her dark circles even more profound than before. You don't have to feel guilty about those for long. 

"You'll see!" You chirp back. 

Utahime strolls out of the bathroom, fresh from the shower. Her hair is still wet. You'll ask if you can blow dry it later. 

"That's what you've been saying for nearly an hour now." Utahime groans. "Just tell us already. Or at least, me."

"Patience." You chastise. "But, it's a good surprise, I promise." 

She's not satisfied, but she sits down anyway. They eat dinner, complimenting your skills all the while. You preen at their praise. It's a stark contrast between Suguru and Satoru, how cold they'd often been whenever you did something nice for them: tilted smiles, less-than-receptive words of 'oh baby you didn't have to'. 

As you lived with both couples, you can see the similarities. Utahime's temper is close to Satoru's, but that's where the similarities stop. She's more serious and less likely to blow off your feelings with a playful huff. Shoko and Suguru share the same laid-back personality, but Shoko is always there to listen to you instead of cutting you off with condescending sympathy. 

Wow, maybe Satoru and Suguru were a little more shitty than you initially thought. 

Eventually, the night draws to a close. They're drunk, full, and smiling. Perfect. You clear your throat just when Shoko refills her fourth glass. 

"Again, I'd really like to thank you for letting me stay." You start. "It meant so much to me to have two amazing people to support me like this. So, thank you." 

Utahime smiles. "Don't thank us," she says, "again, you can stay for as long as you want-forever, honestly!" 

You nod. "Well, I don't think I have to do that anymore." 

Shoko freezes mid-sip. 

"What?" She asks. 

"I talked to my parents." You tell them, oblivious to their stone faces. "And I'm going to move back in with them, just until I get back on my feet. Isn't that great? Now, you two won't have to-" 

You stop when you finally notice how cold they look. Utahime looks close to tears. 

"What's wrong?" You ask. 

"You're leaving?" Utahime asks, her voice nearly cracks. "Why?" 

That...wasn't what you were expecting. Shouldn't they be glad the third wheel is finally out of their house? Why does Utahime look so heartbroken? Why is Shoko so quiet? What was going on?

"Isn't-isn't this what you wanted?" You fumble with your words. "Now, you don't have to share the house with me anymore. It'll be just the two of you again." 

They exchange glances, and it reminds you of those secret conversations Suguru and Satoru used to have. Except this time, you can read their faces. 

"What if...we don't want it to be just the two of us anymore?" Shoko starts, hesitant, reproachful like she's approaching a scared wild animal. 

Your eyebrows scrunch. "I don't understand." 

At that, Utahime drops her head in her hands. "Oh, c'mon! We've been doing this for weeks! You can't be that oblivious-" 

And then, she stops herself. Looks at you. You stare right back, and the three of you have the exact same realization at the exact same time. 

"Oh." You breathe. 

"Oh." Utahime whispers. 

"We're all idiots." Shoko says behind her glass. 

"Wait wait. Hold on." You backtrack. "You-you two want...with me?" 

"Yes!" Utahime exclaims. "Yes! God, now everything makes sense. I thought you were just trying to let us down gently, but this whole time you just weren't even paying attention!" 

"No." You argue, face hot. "You two were just really subtle." 

"We all sleep in the same room, these days." Shoko lists. "'Hime sat on your lap with nothing on but a bra and panties." 

"I thought we were just doing friend things!" 

"What kinds of friends sit on your lap, half-naked?" Utahime asks, mortified. 

"I-I-" You give up. 

All this time. You were mourning over something you lost months ago, even when there was something blooming right under your nose. God, you're an idiot. 

Hands. They clasp your own. You look up into Utahime's pretty brown eyes. 

"We want you to stay." She whispers. "We want you." You take a glance at Shoko. 

"Do you want us?" 

You take a deep breath. 

You nod. 

She's smiling, and then Utahime's kissing you. Soft, so soft, nothing like the possessive kisses Satoru gives you. It's innocent and adoring and you find yourself melting into her completely. 

Utahime disappears and before you can mourn her warmth, Shoko's lips join yours. You can smell the alcohol, the slightest sting of cigarettes. You don't mind it. Her kisses are nothing like Suguru's, all powerful and domineering. She takes what you give her, asking ever so nicely for more. 

You break away, panting. 

"You good?" She asks. 

You nod. 

"Good." Shoko hums. "Cuz we're gonna fuck you now." 

"What?" 

Shoko pushes you down on the couch. You land with an oomph before Utahime's descends on you with a flurry of kisses. 

"Waited so long to do this, baby." She's sighing into your lips, fiddling with your shirt so she can pull it off. "Weeks and weeks." 

She pulls down one of your bra cups, massaging at your tits. You hadn't had action in so long, so you eagerly encouraged her movements, kissing her back with just as much fervor. Shoko takes her place next to her girlfriend, pawing at your other tit. 

"Look." Shoko purrs. "One for each of us." Her soft mouth sucks on your nipple, swirling it around her mouth. Your head leans back with a pleasant sigh. 

"Feel good?" Utahime asks. "She's good with her tongue, isn't she?" 

"Yes," you nod, and Utahime gives out a delighted giggle, peppering your face with kisses. You gasp when you feel her hand shift through your shorts, palming at your dripping pussy. 

"Poor thing." Utahime's cooing, and there's a brief hint of mockery in her tone. You've never heard that before. It turns you on even more. "They never gave you attention back there did they?" She circles your clit. "They were too busy sucking each other's dicks to pay attention to such a pretty pussy." 

Shoko pops off your tits, shifting down. She kisses her way to your stomach. You blearily watch as she adjusts herself until she's right at your shorts. Utahime follows her lead, tugging off your shorts. Your panties go next. 

And then you're staring down at them with trepid anticipation. 

"I meant what I said." Shoko says softly. "You deserve better. You deserve someone who cares for you." 

"You deserve us." With that, She and Utahime latch onto your pussy. 

They're everywhere. You have to stop yourself from cumming right then and there, arching your back as one of them sucks on your clit while the other licks into your hole. She manages to stick her tongue inside of you, and it's enough to shoot sparks through your eyes. 

"So tight." Utahime's hissing into your cunt. "Sho, after this, you wanna try to fuck this pussy with your strap?" 

There's a soft laugh, and Shoko pulls away from your clit to answer, much to your disappointment. You whine, thrusting your hips in the air. She stills you with a hush. 

"I don't think we're ready just yet." She hums. "Yet." 

When you glance down, they both are making out with your clit. It's debaucherous. Their soft lips are connected, your tiny bud locked in the middle as their spit trickles down into your pussy. Utahime groans and when you look further down, you realize she's touching herself. 

You don't know which part of this makes you cum, but you cum. It's the hardest you've ever orgasmed. There's so much stimulation that your hips buck up, trying to chase the sparks of pleasure. They let you, licking you through your orgasm. 

When you come down, your thighs fall apart, splayed against the soft cushions. Utahime still isn't finished, licking at your clit. You shudder at the overstimulation, whining until Shoko is pulling her off of you by her hair. 

"Good, baby?" She asks, crawling back up to you. You kiss her as an answer. She melts in delight. 

You break the kiss, glancing over at Utahime. 

Taking the silent request, she kisses you again. You can taste yourself on her lips. You don't mind it. For some reason, it's sweeter on Utahime's tongue. 

When she breaks away, she stares at you, face soft. "You're staying, right?" She asks you. "You'll stay with us? Because after this, I don't think we could ever let you go." 

You give a shy nod, and Utahime beams. 

"Then, you're ours now," Shoko says, settling into your side. "And we're yours. Always." 

"Always." You breathe, content, happy. You could almost go to sleep. 

Shoko slaps your thigh. 

"Not yet." She warns before propping you up. "First, I want you to sit on my face." 

Hours later, you wake up delightfully sore in bed. The two girls are curled up next to you. When you move, you can still feel the bruises Utahime left. You never knew she liked to bite so much. 

You can't even begin to remember what happened, but you don't regret any of it. Hours and hours had passed as they fucked you and fucked each other, and you fucked them. 

Shoko shifts beside you. She was always a light sleeper. 

"Awake?" She asks. 

"Yeah." You softly say back. 

She hums, shifting a little more to face you. Utahime's behind you, arms protectively curled around your waist. At your voice, her eyes twitch. 

"Shut up." She grumbles, but her arms cinch around your waist. 

Shoko stretches as she rises up. You miss her body warmth but you don't mind the view she gives as she saunters over to the dresser, pulling on some clothes. 

"I'm gonna get food." 

Utahime mumbles out her order. You say nothing because you don't want to come in between them, and then Shoko looks at you. 

"What do you want?" She prompts. 

You blink, and when you answer, Shoko smiles, and then she's out the door. 

The interaction makes your heart warm. 

Still, it can't last. 

When you go to get up, Utahime protests, grabbing your wrist. 

"And where are you going?" She prods. 

You fumble. "Back to my room?" 

"What? Why?" Utahime demands with a frown. "What's the point, you're already with us, now." 

"Oh." You blink, but you give in and slink back into bed. "Is...this really okay?" 

"For God's sake, " she hisses, but you don't count it against her because Utahime has always been a little grumpy after waking up. "Yes. We're obsessed with you. How are you so blind?" 

"We want you, and we're not like them." Her voice drops in disdain. "We'll treat you better. You're ours now. You're mine." 

"Yours." You repeat, something warm fluttering in your belly. 

"You can't leave, we'd go crazy, okay?" She seriously tells you. "If someone else takes you away, I'd lose it. And Shoko is okay with murder." 

You laugh. 

"That's not a joke." She warns. 

"I know." And you kiss her again. 

It's like that for a couple weeks. You live in peaceful domestic bliss with two wonderful girlfriends. Now that you're in an actual loving relationship, you can't tell why you ever contemplated ever going back to Satoru and Suguru. Shoko actually talked to you about your feelings. Utahime cared about your input. You weren't treated like an afterthought, second place. 

They were with each other longer than they had been with you, but they never made you feel like you had to fight for your relationship. Speaking off Satoru and Suguru, they never once contacted you after their first two attempts. They'd clearly given up. 

Everything was just perfect. 

And then, it just wasn't. 

You were in bed with them. Fifteen minutes ago, Utahime shuffled off to go to the bathroom. She still wasn't back. Half asleep, Shoko grumbled. 

"She's probably in there fighting a cockroach." She complains, but she rises anyway. "Sleep, I'll be back." She kisses you on the cheek, and then she's gone. 

Their body warmth fades, but they stay because they're tired. These days, you can't really sleep without them, so you wait for the girls to return. Two minutes pass. Then, five. Then, ten. By then, the bed is cold. 

You open your eyes, sitting up. It's so quiet. Are they okay? 

You pull off the comforter, stepping onto the cold wooden floor. The apartment feels strangely...haunted somehow. The air felt heavier now, thick with an invisible tension, like the house itself was holding its breath. It must be because you feel alone, you're sure of it. 

The bedroom leads to a dark hallway. As you make your way down, you can hear something. Voices? Murmuring. The relief almost makes you laugh. Seriously, what were you even afraid about? 

The living room is horrific. 

They look dead. You can't tell if they're breathing or not. Shoko's eyes are closed. Utahime's limp body is sprawled across the floor. There's blood on the wooden panels. 

Suguru doesn't even blink. 

"You're awake." He says it so casually, like waking up to your ex-boyfriends mauling your girlfriends is normal. 

"What..." Your voice fails, you weakly try again. "What did you two do?" 

Satoru answers, smiling with glinty teeth. 

"Isn't it obvious? We're getting rid of the competition." 

You don't understand, your brain hasn't caught up yet, you still think you can talk to these psychos. 

"It's their fault." Satoru's still smiling, but there's nothing happy about his tone. He's carrying a knife. There's blood on it. "It's all their fault. They manipulated you into breaking up with us, baby. That's how these useless sluts got you into their arms." He spits on Utahime's hair. You cover your face with your hands. 

"But, it's not like you aren't at fault, Baby." He points the knife at you. "You left us for them. I'm not letting you off the hook for that." 

You don't know what he's saying. His movements scare you, his eyes, the knife. When you glance at Suguru, you don't know what you're expecting. 

But you know you aren't expecting...that. 

His purple eyes are icy cold. Utterly devoid of any emotion. You don't think you're staring at a person, anymore. 

"You lied," Suguru says, "You lied about us not giving you enough attention. You just wanted to leave us. For them." 

You step back. They step forward. 

Those bastards would've never let you go otherwise. Utahime warned you. Looking at her limp body, you wondered if she thought they'd ever go this far. 

"I didn't." You weakly insist. "I-I wasn't lying about anything! It-it wasn't like I wanted to leave-" 

"Stop lying," Gojo insists. "Stop fucking lying already." 

He smiles again. 

"It's okay, baby. I know you'll come back with us. Right after we're done dealing with these two whores." 

"You'll belong to us." Suguru promises and he steps on Shoko's hands. "Just like always."

They were both crazy. Nothing could get through to them. Now, you would sit there and watch them maul the only things in your life that made you feel complete. 

The worst part is that everything was your fault. 

Shoko's pinky twitches. You can see Utahime take shallow breathes.

And you speak. 

"I'm sorry." 

Your weak voice makes them stop in their tracks. Satoru glances at you, Suguru does too. You can't convince them. The only thing you can do is play into their delusions. 

"You're right." You say, the tears finally feeling useful. "I just wanted to leave. I-I was just bored. I wanted something new." Suguru's lips curl and you quickly move on. "But-but the more I stayed with them, the more I realized...how much I missed you two." 

Satoru halts. You caught him. 

"I did." You stress, carefully making your way to him on feet that were close to dropping at any minute. "Every day, I thought about you two." You reach out, touching his face with shaky fingers. "I really really wanted to come back, but I was afra-afraid you wouldn't...want me back."

Satoru reaches up to touch your hand. His fingers are cold. You resist the urge to shudder. 

"You missed us?" He wonders. 

The lie feels like sand. 

"More than anything." 

His kiss is violent. He crushes you with his grip, touching and biting and everything you hate. You squeeze your eyes shut, letting him suck your soul dry. 

"Don't kill them." You whisper when he finally pulls away. "Please don't kill them. Everything was my fault." 

Satoru's face is pensive. His gaze drifts off to Suguru's. Those silent conversations you hated so much. 

Then, Satoru gives a delighted sigh. 

"You're lucky. I love you so much." He kisses your nose, before pushing you in Suguru's arms. 

"I'll clean up here. Suguru, go back to the truck." He demands. 

You don't fight, letting Suguru drag you away. Shoko and Utahime live in apartments, but you're afraid if you scream, Satoru might change his mind and gut them anyway. Before Suguru leads you off, you catch Gojo scoffing before he kicks at Utahime's face. You gasp and pray that when Shoko wakes up, she'll be coherent enough to call for an ambulance. 

I'm sorry, you tell them. I'm so so sorry. 

Suguru pushes you into the backseat of their vehicle. You obediently take a seat. 

"You shouldn't have left." He tells you. "You should've stayed." 

His face is cold, but his tone betrays the tiniest tremor. If you weren't so scared, you'd laugh. The irony is that he's the one who feels wronged here. 

"I'm sorry," you say anyway. 

He hums, not quite satisfied with your answer. 

"You aren't." He responds, and you hate how well he knows your tells. 

And then, he grins. 

"But you will be."

Hands reach out, gripping your neck. You flail immediately as Suguru cuts of your oxygen. You can't breathe. You can't fucking breathe. No matter how tightly you squeeze onto his wrist, digging your nails into his hands, clawing at his face. He keeps you still, keeping you there as you grow weaker. Your vision gets blurry. Your attempts get sluggish. There's a kiss on your forehead, and you black out completely. 

~

You wake up in a room you've never seen before. And your neck is sore. 

The pain drifts in as soon as consciousness does. You feel like you have a hangover, your head throbs, your eyes struggle to remain open. You can't go back to sleep either, not when it hurts so much. 

The panic doesn't settle in until you catch the cuffs on either one of your legs, keeping you attached to the bedpost. Silver chains, with enough lead to let you move around a bit. The cuffs are padded so you don't rub yourself raw. You don't care about the thoughtfulness. 

They're in the room with you, watching with silent eyes. Nausea builds up in your stomach, and you wonder how long they'd stayed there, just watching you. 

You miss Shoko. You miss Utahime. You missed people who actually loved you. 

Not these two. Monsters that lied and pretended, but deep down, they were just too selfish to share. 

"You were out for a while." Suguru comments. 

"I told you to use the syringe," Satoru remarks, but he doesn't sound too upset. At his voice, Suguru laughs. 

You shift in your spot. Suguru takes that as an invitation. He sits at the edge of the bed, watching you with satisfied eyes. You must look pathetic: shivering, in tears. He reaches up, catching your tears with his finger.

"So cute." And then he frowns. "You know why we're doing this, yes? You were bad. You need to be punished."

"I'm sorry." It's all you can say. You feel like a broken record, doomed to repetition over and over again.

"You aren't. You should stop lying." Suguru says sweetly. "But I'm sure, a couple hours in your new home will help you think about how much you hurt us."

You wanted to scream, but you can't cuz your throat still hurts from Suguru's hands, and you know he's not above putting his hands on you this time. Maybe he never was, you just never saw this side of him until you made him snap.

"You're leaving?" You stumble, moving as they back away but the chains only take you so far. There are no windows, and when Suguru shuts the light off, the only thing that's keeping you from the dark entirely is the light emitting out the hallway.

"Wait." You beg. "Please. Wait, don't-don't leave me here. I'm sorry. This is scary. I'm scared."

Satoru hesitates at your broken voice. Like a shark smelling blood, you pounce.

"Satoru, please."

"If you keep coddling, then the lesson will never be learned." Suguru warns.

Satoru stares at you. He's not wearing his sunglasses. You can see him for what he is now.

"I love you." He says it so sincerely, you almost believe it. "This is for your own good."

The door shuts, and everything goes dark.

[icharchivist]

my big Sandalphon mochikorin rarely falls off my bed unless my boyfriend knocks him off or something during the day, though that's because when i am sleeping he is often permanently squished between my face and the pillow and/or in a death grip hug of some kind so he is in a different kind of hell

HELPPP

i feel you thought here's some plush like that who can survive any sort of horrors like that.

though "unless your boyfriend knocks him out" feels somewhat appropriated. Like Beelzebub and Belial coming to break the happy couple up in canaan. Needs to fucking yeet Sandalphon away.

it's a different kind of hell, but it's your heaven, efficient system isn't it?

[streetlamp-amber]

never ending night

bruce wayne x femwife!reader

word count: 1.7k | divider by @saradika | requests are open!

CW: pregnancy, pure fluff NOTES: hello hi i’m ailís and i’ve been meaning to start a blog where i can post some one shots that i’ve been thinking of as a way to motivate myself to finally write down my ideas so this is it. i’ll be double posting my stuff on ao3 (which you can find in my bio) and will eventually make a masterlist as well as a navigation post with a list of fandoms/characters i write for. also, english isn’t my first language.

It was close to three in the morning when Bruce finally joined you in bed after a long night of patrolling and fighting bottom of the barrel criminals all night. He showered in the bathroom on the first floor of the manor to avoid making too much noise and waking you up, but when he finally walked in your shared bedroom, you were already awake, sitting up against the headboard.

“Darling, what are you doing still up?” Bruce asked you as he reached his side of the bed.

The room was dark par for the moonlight filtering through the gap between the curtains, meaning your husband had yet to notice the state you were in.

“Dick had a nightmare,” you answered, voice barely above a whisper due to how tired you were. “It took me two hours to get him to fall back asleep and when I finally came back here, this little one started kickboxing me and keeping me awake for another hour,” you continued rubbing your round belly in hopes of soothing your baby to finally catch some sleep.

“I’m sorry I wasn't here to help,” Bruce apologised, planting a kiss on your temple as he held you close to his body.

“It’s alright, Gotham needs you,” you dismissed, not at all angry.

“Still, you’re six months pregnant. You’re growing our child inside your body, you need all the rest you can get,” he softly argued. “I would've come home earlier but all the amateur criminals came out tonight.”

“Bruce, it’s fine,” you brought your hand up to his cheek and he leaned his head into your touch. “You’ve already been cutting your patrols shorter since we found out about the baby. As long as you keep coming back home to us, alive, then I’m not mad.”

Not knowing what to say – his gratefulness for having someone so accepting of his duty as Batman was almost overwhelming, even after all those years – Bruce kissed your palm while staring at you with the same look full of love that he has been sporting since the first time he met you six years ago.

“How’d I get so lucky to fall in love with the most understanding and selfless person I know?” He asked while grabbing your hand on his cheek, wrapping his fingers around yours and squeezing them gently.

“Now that’s a lie,” you rebutted, a loving smile on your lips, lowering your joined hands on the bed. “You’re more selfless than I am. You’re the most selfless man in the world.”

“Let’s not start this never ending argument again,” Bruce chuckled, now his turn to hold your face as he brought you in for a kiss.

You happily sighed against his lips, the feeling of home that overtook you every time you tasted them was a nice welcome in this interminable night. But the kiss was cut short as you felt your baby kick again and you let your head fall back as you groaned.

“She’s still kicking?” Bruce asked you, he couldn't see the movements under your skin due to the darkness of the room and your hand on your belly.

“We don't know it's a she,” you reminded him instead of answering. You had both decided to wait until the birth to know the gender.

“And I’m telling you, I know it's a girl,” your husband repeated for what could be the hundredth time.

You also secretly hoped it was a girl, but Dick really wanted a little brother. Bruce and you were still in the process of warming him up to the idea of a little sister and it was slowly starting to work.

“As long as she doesn't come in my room,” your eight year old son had said last week, with his arms crossed over his chest and a pout on his lips.

“I doubt she’ll be doing that for the first few years, chum,” Bruce reassured him, fighting off a slightly amused grin.

“And the baby will have its own room with its own toys,” you added.

“Will I still be able to play with the baby?” Dick asked after a moment, uncrossing his arms and a hopeful look filling up his blue eyes.

“Of course you will, bubs,” you said, your fingers threading through his black hair that fell over his forehead.

“But only with her toys at first, some of yours are not suited for a baby,” Bruce pointed out, ever the overprotective father.

Bruce had lowered himself down under the blanket so he could be laying head levelled with your belly, his hand now replacing yours over the bump.

“Hey trouble,” he whispered to your child and the baby kicked again, making him smile lovingly at the movement he felt under his hand. “You shouldn't be awake this late at night, you know.”

“You're one to talk,” you commented, tone almost reprimanding.

“She doesn't know that,” Bruce looked up at you as he defended himself before his gaze fell back on your belly. “Mommy is really tired,” he continued talking to your baby, his hand now rubbing soothingly over your round stomach, “and she needs her rest to do all the work so you can come out all healthy and beautiful. Well, you're definitely gonna be the most beautiful baby if you end up looking like your mother, but that's not the point.”

You smiled at the cheesy comment and your fingers found their place in Bruce’s hair, brushing through it and nails occasionally scratching his scalp.

“Your brother Dick can't wait for you to come around,” he carried on. “Said he will teach you all sorts of acrobatic tricks once you know how to walk. And he asked Alfred if he could help paint the nursery when we finally decide on a colour.”

“And I keep telling you we should do soft green,” you argued.

“I’m not changing my mind from primrose pink,” he told you with a sly grin.

“The room won’t be pink, even if it’s a girl. And that’s final,” you firmly said. Your husband will not be winning this one argument, no sir.

Bruce sighed, rolling his eyes before focusing back on your belly. “I hope you’re not as stubborn as your mother,” he whispered to the baby, as if he was having a private conversation with them and that you weren’t there. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s one of the many reasons why I fell in love with her, but I won’t be able to say no to you even when I have to, so it would save me a lot of reprimanding from Mommy if you’re not as tenacious as her.”

You smiled to yourself as you continued listening to your husband talk to your unborn child as you threaded your fingers through his hair, enjoying the softness it had after a shower. Bruce usually gelled his hair to appear more professional when he was working in the day, and then it would get all mixed up with his sweat under his cowl when he was working as Batman. When he would come back to you after the day was over, you would refuse to touch his hair until he had showered, the texture of the gel and sweat too gross on your fingers for you to ignore.

As Bruce continued talking to your baby, his voice started lulling the two of you to sleep. The baby hadn’t kicked in over almost ten minutes now, and the peace you had waited for so long to arrive made you aware of how heavy your eyelids were. You slowly lowered yourself down the bed, getting in a comfortable position with Bruce’s help where you could finally lay your head on your pillow and it didn’t take long for sleep to catch up on you.

At the sound of your soft, barely audible snores, Bruce turned his head away from your bump to find you asleep with your free hand raised next to your head on your pillow, the other one still tangled in his hair.

He planted a soft kiss on the exposed skin of your belly, eyes closed as he took a moment to absorb the fact that a baby that was half you and half him would be joining your world in a little more than three months. Bruce wasn't known to cry, the only time you ever saw him cry was as you walked down the aisle at your wedding, but tonight, a lonesome tear rolled down his cheek and fell on your stomach, where your child was growing, because Bruce never believed he would ever get to experience again the amount of love he hadn't felt since he was eight years old.

As he observed you, sleeping soundly with his child coming to life inside you, after you comforted Dick back to sleep, Bruce, for a moment, felt overwhelmed by all the love in his life. When he became Batman, he crossed out the idea of ever having a family (other than Alfred), of settling down with someone he loved and who loved him back.

But somehow, the universe put you on his path, as a miracle or a guardian angel or simply as an anchor to life outside of Batman, he didn't know. You walked into his home, into his life, to remind him that he, Bruce Wayne, was also deserving of love, of family, of happiness. Then Dick came along, rather unexpectedly but still no less welcomed, and Bruce started entertaining the idea of having children with you. He definitely wasn't opposed to it, but it wasn't something he wanted to jump right into, especially with Dick having just entered your lives. You were both young, he in his early thirties and you in your late twenties, you could allow yourselves a couple of years just the three of you (four with Alfred) before expanding the family.

So it was rather shocking when two months after you and Bruce had officially adopted Dick that you found out you were pregnant. It both took you by surprise but after talking through it together, you couldn't be happier. And the two of you haven't stopped being happy about this new little addition ever since.

Bruce rose up from his position next to your belly, your limp hand fell from his head as he did so, and he laid on the bed next to you. He delicately kissed your forehead, then your nose before falling back on his pillow and whispered “I love you” as he curled around your body, his hand resting on your belly as he fell asleep.