#and now he is sleeping to regain his play energy

[pangur-and-grim]

How's Belphegor settling in? I've only interacted with once-stray kittens, so I'm used to them being terrified at first! I imagine it's different with hand-raised ones.

hour one of getting home, Belphegor didn't care about people. only ball

hour two, I had to use the bathroom and Belphegor started SCREAMING at being left alone. this tuckered him out, and by the time I got back, he'd passed out on a blanket. less than 3 minutes had elapsed.

[vrystalius]

Sleepy…

How the hashira act when they’re tired?

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Gyomei, Giyu x fem!reader

(Reader has stretch marks on her thighs in Gyomei’s part)

Sanemi Shinazugawa

In the mornings…

Sanemi wakes up being grumpy and drained rather than rested from a good night’s sleep. His hair is messy and some stubble formed on his face over the night. Also, he doesn’t believe you when you say he snores in his sleep, even though you woke up from him snoring or grunting in his sleep multiple times. You sometimes even heard him mumble something about Genya and ohagi. Your name fell every now and then but you haven’t told him about that yet. He had a huge grin on his was while seemingly dreaming of you, and you didn’t want to hurt his pride even more.

Sanemi is slow in the mornings and needs you to drag him out of bed. If he has nothing to do but train today, so why can’t he just sleep until he needs to train? He’d hunch over the sink and slowly brush his teeth while having his eyes closer again. You once caught him falling asleep in that stance, snoring quietly. While Sanemi is finishing up in the bathroom at a snail’s pace, you take some time to cook up something nice for you two.

Heavy footsteps would stumble down the stairs and Sanemi would drag his heavy body over to you, leaning onto your back and nuzzling his face in your warm neck. He’d groan and squeeze your waist gently.

“You still feel so warm… ugh, I wanna go back to bed…”

In the evenings…

After showering, Sanemi doesn’t really have energy to do anything else after hunting demons all night. He can’t sleep without you though, so he’ll just lay in bed like a log and wait on you to join him. Sometimes, he’d even call out to you to hurry up and cuddle him already.

Once in bed, Sanemi’ll lay his head on your soft chest and close his eyes. His cheek is slightly squished and mouth slightly agape. He’d want you to play with his hair and run your fingers through his white locks. Sometimes, Sanemi would accidentally start drooling onto your skin or shirt, forgetting to swallow his spit. Your massage is just making him forget anything: his worries, fears, train of thought and to swallow his spit.

Of course, Sanemi would be incredibly embarrassed and deny enjoying your craved touch this much. Sometimes, he’d even roll off you and lay on his stomach, pretending that he’s perfectly fine to sleep on his own. You giggling at his flushed face doesn’t help either.

Sanemi does NOT need you to hold him so he can sleep properly and have nice dreams if you act that way!

“Scoot over, I wanna lay down. I don’t need your damn cuddles anymore. You’re just making fun of me, damnit!!”

Kyojuro Rengoku

In the mornings…

Kyojuro’s hair is incredibly messy everytime he wakes up. You can’t resist but to brush through it a couple of times while your husband slept, enjoying the moment of quiet intimacy.

His voice would be raspy and quieter in the mornings in comparison to throughout the day, his smiles smaller and sleepier, yet just as happy and real as usual. Kyojuro would be sleepy in the mornings but would start regaining his energy after having a nutritious breakfast. Usually, he’d make them himself.

Kyojuro would stand by the stove, dressed in either just his nightwear pants or a loose fitting robe. His movements are sluggish and slow, but he still never burnt himself on accident. Sometimes, you would even lean against his muscular back and complain about the tasks ahead of you while Kyojuro quietly listens and cooks breakfast.

“Mh, would you… *yawn*… mind handing me the eggs from over there?”

In the evenings…

Kyojuro still manages to muster up enough energy to keep his vibrant and loud personality, even right before bed. He’s incredibly tired and needs to recharge the whole night to have another successful day of training and slaying demons. The best way to recharge is by holding you close to his chest, letting your head rest on his soft pecks.

Slowly, Kyojuro would start to slip into a sleepier state. His eyes would be droopy and his smile more lovesick while his hand slowly brush over your features. You’re so perfect, do you know that? Sometimes, he might squeeze you a little too hard on accident. It something similar to cuteness aggression, just much more subconscious and softer.

Kyojuro would fall asleep with your imagine in mind and a sleepy smile on his face, his arms wrapped tightly around you, making sure you’re comfortable in his warm arms.

“Hm? Oh, sorry… did I hold you too tightly? Apologies, my love. I missed you the whole day and… forgive me?”

Gyomei Himejima

In the mornings…

Gyomei usually wakes up quite early to go pray, but you keep him in bed for a little longer. You get woken up by the weight on the bed shifting and mumble his name, gently grabbing his forearm and pulling him back onto the bed. He cannot help but obey your wish and lay back down with you. Gyomei is still tired when you pull his head against your chest, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

Tears start falling down his cheeks and onto your shirt as you run your fingers through his messy, short hair. A small smile rested on his face.

His voice is incredibly deep and his chest vibrates against yours as he murmurs quiet prayers to finish his morning routine. Gyomei doesn’t get sleepy very often, but when he does, it’s only in your arms and by your touch.

“You’re a blessing, my pearl…”

In the evenings…

After his endurance training, slaying demons and attending an hashira meeting, even Gyomei gets tired. He would lay right beside you, resting his head on your stomach. His eyes would be closed and arms wrapped around your waist and plush thighs, rubbing gently up and down, feeling your warm skin and stretch marks.

Gyomei would place gentle kisses on your skin and savour your scent. You are absolutely beautiful to him, he doesn’t even need his eyes to see that. While you massage his scalp with your fingers, it feels like the exhaustion is finally catching up to him. With a final sigh, Gyomei finally slipped into something similar to a comatose. Once asleep, only the sound of the cries of a crow can wake him up.

“My love, may I rest with you a little longer? I still haven’t recovered from my last training session… you have a healing effect on me.”

Giyu Tomioka

In the mornings…

He is comparable to a disoriented, deflated balloon. Not that Giyu is bouncing and being happy during the day, it’s just that he’s even more depressed in the mornings. But, on the bright side, Giyu is able to handle your affections better while sleepy. Normally, he’d stiffen up and shortcircuit. But while he’s being tired, you can cup his cheeks and kiss him all over, he’ll just respond with a small whine or groan.

Giyu might become a cuddlebug when you two are in bed and have nothing to do. He’d bury his face in your neck and savour your warmth while he can. Sometimes, he’d bury his face in your even warmer cleavage, falling right back into sleep.

“Mhhrrm… hmm? What did you say?… mhh… didn’t hear..”

In the evenings…

Believe it or not, he becomes even quieter in the evenings. Giyu will silently stare at you, begging at you to just hold him and cradle him to sleep with his eyes. He’d hover around you with eyebags under his eyes, always standing near you until you offer to cuddle him.

His eyebags, glossy eyes and messy hair look him look like a lost puppy, so it was a matter of time until you offered to cuddle in bed. Your soft skin under his calloused hands never felt any nicer.

Giyu would be out in a matter of minutes and fall asleep in an awkward position. One arm would be wrapped around your waist while the other was angled on his side.

“Agh, my shoulder hurts. Did I fall asleep in a weird way?”

💠

I thought of this last night. I have another similar idea about sleepy hairplay and I’m thinking about either writing that idea for the Upper Moons or the hashira, either way, thank you for reading! As mentioned before, I’ll post some asks on the weekend <3

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!

Take care of yourselves <3

[majinbangus]

will johnny ever punish simon(and how) for playing too rough with you and accidentally hurt you (yk some dog just like that) or doesnt listen to reader or makes reader upset????

follow up question if simon and reader do something and it upset him how will he handle it???

im in LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEEE with ur guard dog simon and owner johnny reader

i hope you have a good day and win the lottery ❤️

》 18+ i'm glad you're liking my guard dog!ghost series! sorry my answer got a little long but a short way of explaining Ghost's dynamic with reader when it comes to punishments is that he's technically submitting, but he's also not really submissive ygm? he'll go through his punishments, but energy is very much this post. that's what im tryna go for at least -> more here

Accidentally hurting you, Soap can forgive. Ghost is always extremely careful not to seriously hurt you. Yes, he'll be rough and leave you sore or with bruises sometimes, but he still behaves much like the scrupulous guard dog he is, listening to your every command and taking care to protect you from real harm.

As Soap likes too remind you, Ghost is very well trained already, and it's up to you to show him that you can take care of him just as Ghost takes care of you. In fact, Soap is a little harder on you if he catches you slacking, reminding you that a dog like Ghost deserves a responsible owner willing to take care of such a diligent dog.

However, in the rare event that Ghost doesn't do his duty as your guard dog and leaves your side, Soap will get upset, but he would actually leave the punishment up to you (since you're technically Ghost's primary owner. Soap is there to teach you how to be a good owner) and act as the enforcer for whatever punishment you see fit.

So if you wanna make Ghost sleep in a dog crate for a week, Soap will buy the crate and Ghost isn't allowed on the bed. If you want to keep Ghost on a leash until you regain trust in him, Soap is gonna do some leash training with Ghost.

For more sexual punishments, Ghost will be kept in a cock cage for a while so the most he can do is mindlessly rut against you, and Soap will be the one to hold the key to his cage. He'll only unlock Ghost if you say so, but he'll also encourage you to keep Ghost locked because he's a shit he wants you to be a firm dog owner and not give in to Ghost's dog brown eyes that you've developed a soft spot for. When that happens, Ghost might bare his teeth at Soap because he knows what he's doing, but won't do much more because he knows Soap would suggest a cock gag next, that fucker-

(also if you wanna spank Ghost, Soap is will enforce that too)

But these punishments are rare and far in between. Ghost is very disciplined, so they don't happen often, but when they do, Ghost will go through them like a good boy, knowing that he messed up. He'll regain your trust and be an even better dog for you.

Now if you and Simon do something that upset Soap, (like for example, exploring a dangerous alley willingly, even though Ghost told you not to go in, but went with you anyway because you told him the 'quiet' and 'heel' command) you'll get the brunt of the punishment since 'dog behavior is a reflection of your guidance, sweets.'

Ghost won't get a harsh punishment, but he'll have to stay leashed to his crate, watching Soap give you your punishment which could range from all sorts of things, but mostly, it'll be Soap treating you like a dog- a puppy- to show you how to be a good owner.

He'll make you wear a tail plug and have you crawl on all fours. Tell you commands like 'sit pretty' or 'bow' or 'come'. You're not allowed to talk, only bark, and If you can't follow his commands, the longer the punishment will go and the more intense it'll become. Hell, if he's feeling generous, he'll unleash Ghost and make him show you how to be a good dog, letting Ghost correct your behavior. They may even tag team you, and you'll be aching for days, but the lesson will definitely stick.

[bamfkeeper]

Kurt's instincts are still flaring...you know just how to help. 18+ under the cut. MDNI.

Sorta unofficial part two to my last Nightcrawler fic. That was originally going to be nsfw, but I decided against it because I have other nsfw pieces in the works. So this is sort of the smut version of that one. I'm glad I'm not the only one who wants to grab his horns.

Warnings: Afab reader, cunnilingus, unprotected, slightly rougher sex, marking, slight cum play? Unedited.

WC: 2.4k

Kurt had been quiet for a while.

After he had let out the 'darkness' within him, he just didn't feel like himself anymore. He was constantly battling his own mind, his very being, and it was utterly exhausting. Every day felt like a struggle that required all his energy. His mind flashed with the bodies of the fallen soldiers he had killed, their lifeless forms haunting his thoughts, and he often had trouble resting after those vivid, torturous memories resurfaced.

You tried your best to help him, to reassure and comfort him in every way you could think of, but you could only do so much for him. Despite all your efforts, some things couldn't be healed with mere reassurance. The act was done, and the scar was made, etched deeply into his soul. The emotional wounds were too profound, and words of comfort could only provide temporary relief from the pain he endured.

This was when he began to think...maybe it was better to let the darkness out. The pain of it all lessened when he did.

You were sitting with him in the privacy of your bedroom, where the soft glow of the evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm hue on everything. He sat behind you, his presence comforting as he leaned into your smaller form, providing a sense of security and closeness that you both cherished. He let out a quiet sigh, a sound so simple and quiet spoke volumes about the weight of his thoughts and the whirlwind of events that had been unfolding around him.

You noticed his somber mood and the lines of worry etched on his face, so you decided that perhaps a nap would help to relax him and ease his troubled mind. Sleep, you thought, was a temporary escape from reality, a gentle reprieve that could offer solace. You knew that it would at least give him a brief rest from his racing mind, a momentary pause in the chaos, allowing him to regain some peace and composure.

"I'm going to change real quick, I think we should take a nap. The afternoon has been quiet." You sat up a little and stood from the bed, slowly undressing and walking over to the closet. His golden eyes glued to your figure and he growled softly, the sound escaping his throat without him realizing it.

You were so engrossed in finding your favorite silk top among the myriad of clothes that you didn't notice his approach at all. Kurt was incredibly sneaky and had perfected the art of moving silently. He had learned to have a light foot during his years in the circus, where he would often sneak around in the dead of night, scavenging for scraps and bits of food. He had to be extremely careful not to wake the slumbering animals or disturb the watchful owner. The skills he honed in the circus allowed him to move like a shadow, almost undetectable.

It wasn't until he was directly behind you that you became aware of his presence. You felt his breath on your neck, startling you. His breath was hot and heavy, and you could feel it against your skin. His lips were slightly parted as if he was about to speak, but instead, he let out a deep, primal growl that sent shivers down your spine.

You turned to look up at him, his golden eyes shining dimly in the room as he grabbed hold of your hips. "Liebe..." he nearly snarled at you, his body trembled with screaming desire. He didn't want to hurt you, oh god, he didn't want to hurt you. But you looked so vulnerable right now, topless and the only protection from being completely nude was the thin layer of fabric you wore over your sex.

He knelt down slowly, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of confusion and vulnerability. "I cannot explain what is happening..." he whispered quietly, his voice barely audible. The weight of his words hung in the air, creating a tense silence between you both. After a pause, you found the courage to speak up, breaking the stillness.

"Bad thoughts?" you asked gently, trying to understand what he was going through.

"Nein...good ones. With you...but...they are more intense than they ever have been," he whispered with a shaky voice, his emotions clearly overwhelming him. You could see the struggle in his eyes, the conflict between his feelings and the inability to comprehend them fully. You could tell he was having trouble saying it, so you sat back and gave him a reassuring smile.

"Show me what you mean." Your words and smile was all he needed to continue. His hands rubbed up your bare thighs and he ripped off your panties. The sudden tearing against your skin burned slightly, however you weren't given a moment to register the burn before his lips wrapped around the area. He kissed and suckled harsh marks where your skin was irritated from the fabric ripping. You moaned softly, your hand running through his curly locks and you watched him kiss and soothe the areas whilst leaving dark hickeys around your hips where your panties would sit.

He growled and bit the area below your belly button, that delicious, plush area that he loved so much, he kneaded and nipped it with his teeth while leaving a trail of purple marks in his wake. You watched as he marked you up, more and more started appearing on your skin and you couldn't help but moan with each one he planted.

"I cannot help myself any longer...these thoughts, I feel like they are consuming me." he rasped against your bruised skin, his yellow eyes almost looked more orange now, half lidded and heavy with lust in them. "I do not want to hurt you..." he muttered, his gaze traveling down further as he looked at your exposed sex.

He pressed his nose against your folds, closing his eyes and inhaling your scent, your obvious arousal filled his senses and his eyes shot back open. Claws held your plush hips, spreading your legs.

"Kurt..." you whispered, your words losing themselves behind the surprised groan that tore through you, his tongue lapped a strip up your slit as he trailed to your clit. His lips wrapped around your bud and he sucked hard on it. "Oh, god..." your voice wavered as your hands naturally went to his hair.

Your hands felt his curls, those dark locks that you adored, you curled your fingers around them and felt his silky hair when you felt his horns. You couldn't help but gently wrap your fingers around the horns and feel them a little more. You hadn't actually touched them much before, he didn't want you to. But now he didn't seem to care, too busy devouring your core and making your legs tremble.

Your hands gripped his horns, and his eyes widened. He clawed your hips, lifting you off the ground and diving further into your cunt, his tongue pushing inside as he ate you out. His tongue moved so expertly, dipping inside your wet hole and dragging your hot arousal up and over that pretty clit of yours.

His vigorous laps and suckles increased as you drug his head closer by his horns, panting and mewling like a poor bitch in heat. His claws held you tightly, growling against your slick sex as he pulled you away from the wall and threw you down on the bed.

Kurt crawled over you, looking more wild than you had ever seen. He drooled as he forced your legs open, his claws gently digging into the plush flesh of your thighs, and he dove back down, completely encompassed in your cunt and entranced by it. Your hands went to his horns again, groaning as he soaked your pussy with his saliva and eager tongue lashing.

You could barely hold back the cry as your orgasm hit you. It was intense, and your back arched off the bed, your hands gripped his horns in a vice and you tugged him even closer if that were possible. "Kurt!! Aah!" You stuttered out some rambling words about your climax, unable to get out a solid sentence. He could tell you came, your cunt soaked the sheets and his tongue, such the eager mutant he was lapped all of your up as you creamed for him.

He pulled back, strings of your cum and his saliva keeping him attached to you before breaking off. His goatee completely soaked, and his eyes dark with desire. "Worn out already, schatz?" Kurt's voice was almost deeper than normal, making your spine stiffen. "I'm not done with you...I...need...more." he grunted, his eyes closing briefly like he were at conflict with himself.

You sat up slightly, noticing this change in his demeanor. "Hey...I-I'm okay, just intense, is all..." you reassured him quietly, trying to offer some comfort and support. "I'm good...do you need to let it out?" you asked, your voice gentle and encouraging.

He nodded vigorously, clearly agreeing with you, but it was evident that he was still holding back his emotions. There was a tension in his expression, a struggle to contain whatever he was feeling inside. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the way his body was tense despite his nodding. It was clear that he needed to release whatever was weighing on him, but something was stopping him from doing so.

He was deeply scared of hurting you, a fear that gnawed at him constantly. He hadn't been so... forward... like this before, and the unfamiliarity of the situation only added to his anxiety. But he couldn't help it. Something primal and intense inside him screamed, clawing at his very skin, urging him to pounce on you.

This internal battle was relentless, and he found himself struggling more each day to keep it at bay, and you had noticed. Despite his best efforts to contain himself, the urge grew stronger and more overpowering with every passing moment. He looked down at you, how your breasts rose and fell with each breath, your pussy ingrained in his nose, that beautiful scent of your arousal...

He couldn't do it anymore.

Kurt crawled over you, his hand wrapped around your ankle and yanked you closer, his now unclothed cock hitting your pussy and he rubbed himself eagerly against you, slickening his shaft so the penetration would be easier on the both of you. However, his foreplay didn't last long, his body too eager and impatient now.

His hips jut forward, his cock sinking inside you in one swift thrust. You cried out in surprise, but he didn't give you a moment of reprieve before he began to thrust hard and fast.

He curled over you, his arms holding your hips up as his cock dove in and out of your cunt, his tail tightened around your body, expertly wrapping around those pretty breasts he loved. "Mine..." he growled deeply, his voice resonating with a possessive intensity. The word was almost lost within the animalistic snarl that erupted from his throat, a primal sound that echoed through the room.

You couldn't do anything but whine and let out mindless babbling as he fucked you into the mattress. You could barely think, the way he was fucking you drove you crazy and you could do nothing but watch him pound into you. He had never been this intense before, and you weren't complaining, of course. His new passion and possessiveness awakened something deep inside you, bringing a desperate mix of arousal and pure need.

"I-I'm going to...cum again..." you managed through your moans, his cock driving against your cervix, most definitely bruised by now, his precum coating it in a soothing balm. It was making you feel more eager for his cum, more addicted to how good he made you feel. You began to want his cock in you constantly, like his precum was some sort of aphrodisiac to your body's own primal instincts.

"Do it, liebling...I want you all over me...let me feel your pleasure." He snarled into your ear, his thrusts quickened as his mischevious tail spade slithered down and rubbed your swollen bud. You watched as he threw your legs over his shoulders and moved over you more, driving down into you over and over until your body felt like it exploded.

You screamed in pure ecstasy, your swollen sex clung to him and practically milked his cock as you creamed all over his dick. He bared his fangs and sunk them into you neck as he shot his load into you, his hips snapping forward once more and driving himself as far as he could possibly go. His cock's spongy head pressed a kiss to your cervix and shot directly into your womb.

Kurt held you tight for several minutes, the both of you a panting, sweaty mess. When he finally let go of you, he pulled out of your warm cunt, hissing slightly at the cruel harshness of the bedroom air. It didn't compare to your comforting, velvet walls. He grumbled in disappointment, still foggy with those desires and not completely himself just yet. You could see it in his eyes, the confusion as he wasn't all there.

You sighed, feeling his cum begin to pool out onto the bed and you whined, you always tried to prevent that. Your hand reached up, scratching his scalp before you gripped one of his horns, tugging him down. "Baby...look what you did...I'm a mess." Your voice whined gently, "See?"

You spread your cunt, letting him see how his cum was absolutely everywhere between your legs. His dark eyes completely focused on your core as he let out deep, yet sharp breaths. Your hand, still holding one of his horns, guided his head down to your pussy. "Clean me up...won't you? It's only fair..."

Kurt's eyes glanced up before he bit your inner thigh, licking up your skin before he dove right back into you, his tongue cleaning all of himself from you...and some. But this only started the cycle all over again...and soon he was on top of you. Even still...there was nothing to complain about.

When his little rut was over, he curled around you, your body a trembling mess and you were full of so many loads of his cum you forgot to count. At one point he didn't even stop thrusting, he just kept going until he physically couldn't anymore. He laid with his body gently wrapped around yours, holding you close with a tenderness that contrasted his previous fucking. His face was buried in your hair, inhaling your sweet scent that filled his senses with pure bliss.

In that moment, he was completely content. The loud, uncomfortable scratching at his soul, which had been a new torment to him since his horns appeared, was now gone. It had been quieted down and soothed by the mere presence of you, your warmth, and the tranquility you brought to his life.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover Images: Sins of Sinister: Dominion 001 (2023); Immortal X-Men #9 (2023); Legion of X #7 (2023)

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[misstycloud]

Platonic vampire father x reader

• Vampire, who is greatly feared and treated as a legend among the townsfolk. He’s the one parents tell their children will come for them unless they start to behave. Living alone for hundreds of years was alright by him, vampires were mostly solitary creatures anyhow. He slept during the day to regain his strength, then fed by nightfall. Sometimes it was just one or two humans, other times he took the lives of entire families in one giant serving. It was all simply fine- until it wasn’t. For one who had lived so long in solitude it seemed humourous to feel lonely all of a sudden.

• The vampire had not meant to have a child. It occurred without plan. However cold he may be, something urged him to keep you; the tiny, defenseless(not by human standards), and certainly hungry child he’d created. It was a hoax, that vampires could not procreate in the traditional sense; made up by the few vampire parents who did care enough about their children to ensure no one should hunt for them. If humans knew there were multiple ways and how easy it was to make more of this damned race, then the search for these children would be endless. Plus, burning the children would surely be easier than to behead a fully fledged adult monster?

• Now that you were sleeping soundlessly within his grasp, how could he ever let you go? There was no way he could let you run around like a child needs to, should the two of you live close to any civilisation. So he fled, deep into the wilderness where no one ought to find you. Yet it wasn’t too far out so it’d be impossible to find prey- especially with the help of his knowledge and ability to travel far distances. Good luck his uncle had a large castle standing empty for your use. Further luck was it that vampire father had killed him long ago, otherwise there’d be an unpleasant battle for territory.

• You were hopelessly adorable when you latched onto his wrist, teeth bared and fangs ready. They were small, but vicious. There was no question you’d be ruthless when you grew up. During the first year after a vampires birth, they had to feed from their parents. It was similar to how human babies gain nutrients from their mother whilst in the womb, and later rely on her milk to survive the harsh conditions of the outside world. He’ll find the best humans to eat so you’d be getting the finest nutrients afterwards.

• He loves getting you cute dresses and styling your hair. You’re like a fine china doll. Playing is also fun. You’re so full of energy that even he- exceeding physical abilities and all- had to take a break every now and then. He cannot count how many times he has been forced to chase you high-speed around the castle in order to prevent you from knocking anything over. An ordinary human would never have vitality to care for a vampire child. Apart from the likelihood of being drained on the spot, vampire children are very high maintenance and would tire a human beyond compare in less than a week. His favourite activity with you is teaching you to hunt. It’s a fantastic way to bond. He’ll make sure to encourage you and give you good opportunities; the complete opposite of how his parents taught him. They were rough and did not care at all, which was not rare for vampires but still.

• No matter how wonderful you looked while tearing the coachman’s throat out, vampire father would be lying if he said he didn’t miss the old days when you were younger. You didn’t have to wristfeed anymore and could do nicely by yourself. As he rested within his coffin, he reassured himself he was still needed. You would not reach adulthood until you were 150 years old, and even then you would still be his child- you would need him yet.

• Vampire father has servants who work in the castle. Maids and butlers who clean(no chefs of course) and are human. Whenever you asked your father about where they came from, he responded with ‘I took them to work here for us’. You noticed three things about the servants: they were a lot weaker than you, constantly scared in your or your fathers presence if their erratic beating heart was anything to go by, and they were often replaced. It was one night, you were reading, and a maid walked in to sweep the floor. You’d recognised her as Zoe. She was one of the only few who’d managed to stay(alive) for more than four years. However, the Zoe in your memory was youthful with dark hair and bright eyes; this one in front of you was worn down and grey.

• This realisation opened up your mind for curiosity aimed towards humans. Previously, you hadn’t really noticed them or cared. You saw them as food and disposable, just like your father did. But now you began thinking about the differences between you as species. Clearly, vampires were the superior race, being faster, stronger, more durable and free of illness. Although the loneliness of a vampire could count as a disease itself, the only inevitable, natural suffering of a creature of the night. So if vampire were superior, how come you all live in shadows? Why, despite there being fewer of you, did you not rule as royalty? And how come weak beings such as humans were almost happier than a vampires ever been? You wished to know the simple joy humans knew. You wanted to understand how they could be so happy as they were. How did they chose what path to dedicate their lives to when they had such short ones? You desired answers to the question on wether one could really be fulfilled in a mere 100 years; a lot of humans didn’t even make it past that age.

• You were more intrigued than ever. You just had to learn more about humans and their strange perspectives. They were so different from you. Unfortunately, your vampire father did not like your newest interest. He had taken you into the forest to hide you from humans and now you actively sought them out? You would end up chased or burned in sunlight! He would never allow that to happen to you. He’s your father and he’s sworn to stand by you.

He’ll protect his little doll.

[universefcb]

heyy! Do you mind making one which reader and Pedri have a kid, and the kid is being really hard to handle and difficult, and for the first time, Pedri yell at him, being exhausted from the match and a kid crying isn't what he wants right now

↬❥ Stubborn son.

Pedri Gonzalez x Fem!Reader

a/n: I see him as a great father, but I also fear that he is insecure about it! I love him!

REQUESTED

warnings: Pedri has a stressful temperament.

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

Pedri was never one to lose his temper. He was always the type of calm, peaceful person who knew how to deal with any situation with a smile on his face. But that night, after an exhausting game, it all seemed too much.

You had a four-year-old son, Martín, a little hurricane of infinite energy. He was stubborn, curious, and lately seemed to be testing every possible limit. You understood that it was just a phase, but that day, not even your patience was intact.

Pedri arrived home late, exhausted. Barcelona had just played a tense derby, and he was physically and mentally drained. He barely had time to take a quick shower before he heard the screams coming from Martín’s room.

“I don’t want to sleep!” Martín cried, kicking the sheets. “I don’t want to!”

You sighed, trying to keep him calm.

“Martín, it’s late. You need to rest, son.”

“I don’t want to! Daddy promised he would tell a story, but he never comes!”

The guilt hit him hard. Pedri always tried to be present, but football took a lot out of him. He walked into the room, his hair still wet from the shower, and sighed.

“Martín, please listen to Mom.”

The boy crossed his arms, his little face red from crying.

“You always leave! You don’t love me!”

That was the trigger. Pedri felt his body ache, his head heavy. He never wanted to yell at Martín, but before he could control himself, his voice came out louder than it should have.

“Enough, Martin! You need to sleep! I’m tired, I can’t deal with this right now!”

The silence in the room was deafening. The little boy's eyes filled with new tears, but now it was no longer a tantrum. It was sadness. He had never heard his father yell at him before.

Your heart sank at once. You saw Pedri’s expression change immediately, as if he had also just realized what he had done.

Martín let out a sob and ran to hide under the covers.

“Daddy is bad!”

Pedri ran his hands over his face, sighing.

"Shit…"

He sat on the edge of the bed, still trying to regain control of his emotions. You crouched down next to him, placing your hand on his shoulder.

“He just wanted you, Pedro.”

He nodded slowly, staring at the floor. He knew. But sometimes the weight of it all felt overwhelming. After a moment, he took a deep breath and walked over to his son.

“Martín... son, look at me.”

Nothing. Just little sobs coming from under the blanket.

Pedri gently pulled back the duvet and found his son's red, wet eyes. His heart broke a little more.

“Forgive me, my love. Daddy didn’t mean to yell. I just... I was really tired, but that’s no excuse.”

The little boy sniffed, his lips trembling.

“Do you still love me?”

Pedri felt his stomach sink. He picked up Martín and hugged him tightly.

“Of course, Martín. I love you more than anything in this world.”

The boy rested his head on his father's chest, his little body still trembling.

“Can you tell a story now?”

Pedri smiled weakly, relieved. He kissed his son's forehead and settled him in bed.

“Sure, little one. Which one do you want?”

As he began to tell a story about a little soccer player who wanted to reach the stars, you looked at the two of them and smiled.

Fatigue and stress sometimes weighed heavily, but in the end, love always spoke louder.

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[sxcretricciardo]

impossible (l.n) - pt. 4

part three here

author’s note: hi guys, i’m really happy you’re enjoying the story <3 this chapter is a smaller one, but bare with me :) love u

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(Y/N) had barely gotten any sleep after the argument with Lando. Even though he had called and asked to talk, there was nothing left to say—not right now, at least. She had a flight to catch, a tour to finish, and she refused to let all of this mess with her head before one of the biggest shows of her career.

So she did what she always did: she pushed it aside, got on the plane, and prepared for her final concert of the tour.

The energy in the venue was electric, the crowd louder than ever, and for a few hours, she let herself get lost in the music. But the moment she stepped off stage, sweaty and exhausted, reality crashed down on her again.

Lando was here.

She spotted him the second she walked backstage, standing beside Magui. Max was with them too, his arms crossed like he was just waiting for things to go south.

Lando took a step forward, his expression hesitant. “Hey.”

She forced a small smile, even though her stomach twisted. “Hey.”

“I just—I wanted to apologize,” Lando said, rubbing the back of his neck. “For everything. I overreacted, and I wasn’t fair to you. You were just… confused. And maybe a little drunk. I shouldn’t have gotten so upset.”

(Y/N) stiffened slightly at his words, but she didn’t let it show. Of course, this was how he was going to play it. It wasn’t that she might have been right—just that she was confused, intoxicated, seeing things that weren’t there.

She could feel Max’s eyes on her, watching closely, but she ignored him. Instead, she nodded, forcing a lighter tone into her voice. “Yeah. Maybe I was.”

Lando seemed relieved, giving her a small smile. Magui, standing beside him, looked just as satisfied.

“Good,” Magui said sweetly. “I’m glad we’re all good now.”

(Y/N) didn’t trust herself to respond, so she just smiled. She wasn’t stupid—she knew what had just happened. Lando wanted to smooth things over, wanted to believe that she hadn’t actually seen anything, and because she still wanted to be his friend, she let him believe it.

But deep down, something still didn’t sit right.

She excused herself soon after, saying she needed to change and cool down from the show. But as she made her way down the hall toward her dressing room, she heard footsteps behind her.

Turning around, she found Magui standing there, her arms crossed over her chest.

“You and I need to talk,” Magui said, her voice low.

(Y/N) exhaled slowly, already exhausted. “Magui, I really don’t—”

“I’m only going to say this once,” Magui cut her off, stepping closer. “Stay away from Lando.”

(Y/N) blinked, caught off guard by the sudden change in demeanor. “Excuse me?”

Magui’s expression hardened. “You heard me. I don’t know what your little stunt was, but it stops now. Lando and I are happy. I don’t need you getting in his head, making him doubt things. He trusts me. And I’m not going to let you ruin that.”

(Y/N) clenched her jaw, her heart hammering. “I wasn’t trying to ruin anything.”

Magui tilted her head, smiling slightly. “Then prove it. Stay out of our relationship. Stay away from him.”

(Y/N) opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, another voice cut through the tense silence.

“That’s interesting,” Max said, stepping out from the shadow of the hallway. “Because it sounds to me like you’re afraid of something, Magui.”

Magui’s face paled slightly as she turned toward him. “Max.”

Max gave her a pointed look, his arms crossed. “You really thought no one would hear you? That no one would notice?”

(Y/N) glanced at Max, confused but relieved that he was there. He had heard everything.

Magui straightened her shoulders, regaining some of her composure. “This isn’t any of your business, Max.”

Max let out a short, humorless laugh. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. Because when you start threatening one of my friends? That makes it my business.”

Magui’s jaw tightened, but she said nothing. After a moment, she huffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Whatever. Just stay out of it.”

She turned on her heel and walked away, leaving (Y/N) standing there, still processing everything.

Max sighed, shaking his head. “And Lando thinks you were the one confused.”

(Y/N) let out a shaky breath, looking up at him. “What do I do?”

Max gave her a reassuring look. “We’ll figure it out. But one thing’s for sure—you were never the problem here.”

He didn’t waste any time. As soon as Magui walked away, he turned to (Y/N), his jaw clenched. “I’m telling Lando.”

(Y/N) hesitated. “Max—”

“No,” he cut her off. “He needs to know.”

She wasn’t sure how this was going to go, but she nodded anyway. Maybe—just maybe—Lando would finally listen.

They found Lando still backstage, scrolling through his phone while he waited for Magui. When he saw them approaching, he frowned. “What’s up?”

Max didn’t bother sugarcoating it. “Magui just told (Y/N) to stay away from you.”

Lando’s expression immediately darkened. “What?”

(Y/N) shifted uncomfortably. “She pulled me aside after the show. Told me to stay out of your relationship and away from you.”

Lando’s jaw clenched, but instead of looking shocked or even concerned, anger flickered in his eyes. “Are you serious?”

Max folded his arms. “Yeah. I heard the whole thing.”

Lando let out a sharp, bitter laugh, shaking his head. “This is unbelievable.”

(Y/N) took a small step forward. “Lando, I’m not making this up. Max was right there—”

Lando’s gaze snapped to her, and she instantly knew she had lost him. His expression was cold, defensive. “I should’ve known. You just can’t let this go, can you?”

(Y/N) blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“You want to ruin this for me,” Lando snapped. “You and Max, both of you. You can’t stand that I’m happy with Magui, so now you’re making up some bullshit to try and make me doubt her.”

Max groaned, running a hand down his face. “Lando, are you even listening to yourself?”

“I’m listening just fine,” Lando shot back. “And I’m done with this. First, (Y/N) starts throwing accusations around, and now you’re in on it too? This is insane.”

(Y/N) swallowed hard. “Lando, I didn’t want to fight with you. I didn’t want any of this to happen—”

“Then why are you doing this?” Lando demanded, his voice rising. “Magui hasn’t done anything to you. She hasn’t done anything to either of you!”

As if on cue, Magui appeared beside him, her eyes wide and glassy with tears. “Lando, what’s going on?”

(Y/N) stiffened. She wasn’t sure if Magui had heard anything or if this was just perfect timing, but the second Lando turned to her, his entire demeanor softened.

“They’re trying to turn me against you,” Lando told her, his voice heavy with frustration. “Max and (Y/N), they won’t drop it. They keep twisting everything, trying to make me think you’re some kind of villain.”

Magui’s bottom lip trembled, and tears spilled down her cheeks. “Why would you do that?” she whispered, looking at (Y/N). “I thought we were okay.”

(Y/N) felt her stomach churn. This was exactly what Magui wanted—to play the victim, to make it look like they were the ones hurting her.

“I—” (Y/N) started, but Lando was already pulling Magui into his arms, glaring at them over her shoulder.

“I don’t want to hear another word about this,” he said coldly. “From either of you.”

Max exhaled sharply. “You’re making a mistake.”

Lando shook his head. “No. The mistake was trusting you two in the first place.”

(Y/N) felt something inside her crack. She had known this wouldn’t be easy, but she hadn’t expected him to turn on them so quickly, to believe Magui so blindly.

Max shot her a look that said leave it, and she nodded, swallowing back the lump in her throat.

They walked away without another word, but as they left, (Y/N) couldn’t shake the feeling that this was far from over.

(Y/N) felt numb as she walked away with Max. The echoes of Lando’s anger still rang in her ears, but it was Magui’s fake tears that unsettled her the most. She had played the part perfectly, twisting everything to make Lando believe she was the one being hurt.

Once they were far enough away, Max let out a sharp exhale, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable.”

(Y/N) barely had the energy to respond. “I knew he wouldn’t believe me. But you… I thought maybe he’d listen to you.”

Max scoffed. “So did I. But Lando’s got his head so far up Magui’s ass that he can’t see what’s right in front of him.”

She winced at his words, but he wasn’t wrong. Lando had made up his mind, and nothing they said would change it.

“Maybe it’s just not worth it anymore,” she muttered. “If he wants to believe her so badly, then let him.”

Max shook his head. “No. I’m not giving up on him that easily.”

(Y/N) shot him a tired look. “Max—”

“No, listen to me,” he interrupted. “Lando’s an idiot, but he’s not stupid. Magui’s got him wrapped around her finger right now, but sooner or later, she’s going to slip up. And when she does? He’s going to realize that we were right all along.”

(Y/N) let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah? And what if he doesn’t?”

Max’s jaw tightened. “Then that’s on him.”

She sighed, leaning against the wall. “I just don’t get it. Why is he so blind when it comes to her?”

Max hesitated, then shrugged. “Because it’s easier to believe the lie than to admit you were wrong.”

(Y/N) stayed quiet, letting his words sink in. Maybe he was right. Maybe Lando wanted to believe Magui because the alternative—admitting she wasn’t who he thought she was—was too painful.

But that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

Max’s voice softened. “Are you okay?”

She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. “Yeah. Just… tired.”

He sighed, nudging her shoulder. “Look, I know it feels like we lost him tonight. But trust me, (Y/N). This isn’t over.”

She didn’t know if he was right. But for now, she nodded anyway.

Because deep down, a part of her wasn’t ready to let go of Lando just yet.

- months later -

It had been months since that day, the day Magui had warned you to stay away from Lando. Since then, things had been quiet. Too quiet. The once-easy camaraderie you shared with him had turned into a distant memory, the connection severed by his choice to believe his girlfriend over the people who cared about him. You hadn’t heard from Lando, and, truthfully, you’d stopped waiting for a message that would never come.

You had tried to move on, focusing on your own career, and it was working. Your music had started gaining traction, and you’d been invited to various events and shows. One day, out of nowhere, you received an invitation to the Aston Martin garage during a race weekend. It was a huge opportunity, and you couldn’t pass it up, even if it felt strange to be back in the paddock after everything that had happened.

As the race day unfolded, you tried to focus on the excitement of the event, the thrill of being at the paddock, after a long few months. But there was still that nagging ache in your chest when you thought of Lando. You tried not to think about him, but his absence felt like a hole in your heart.

But then, something happened during the race that you could never have predicted.

Lando’s car crashed.

The screech of tires, the sudden roar of sirens, and the chaos that followed was enough to make anyone’s heart drop. You didn’t even realize you were running toward the pit until you were there, your legs moving on their own. There were frantic calls on the radio, people shouting orders. The crash was serious. Lando’s car had spun out of control, and he was taken away in an ambulance with the paramedics.

You didn’t think. You just acted, rushing to the hospital where Lando had been taken.

-

The sterile smell of the hospital brought you back to reality as you stood in the hallway outside Lando’s room. Your heart raced, the last few hours feeling like a blur. You weren’t sure what you expected when you stepped into that room, but seeing him—his face bruised and battered, the cast on his arm, and the cuts along his forehead—made everything come rushing back. He looked so vulnerable, so unlike the confident driver who had once brightened every room he walked into.

Lando’s eyes flickered open, and when they met yours, there was a brief flash of recognition. But instead of the usual warmth, there was something else—something quieter, more remorseful.

“Lando…” you whispered, your voice shaky despite your attempts to hold it together.

He swallowed, his voice hoarse. “I’m so sorry.”

You blinked, taken aback. “What?”

He winced as he shifted slightly in the bed, clearly in pain. “Magui… She… she did cheat on me.” His words came out in a rush, his gaze dropping to the blanket as if he couldn’t bear to look at you. “I didn’t want to believe it. You tried to warn me… but I was too stupid to listen.”

Your heart ached at his words, the frustration and sadness that had been building over months finally breaking free. “Lando, I—”

“I know,” he cut you off, his voice barely above a whisper. “I know you tried to tell me. You were right. I should have believed you. She—she was with that guy the whole time, and I didn’t see it. I was so blind. But… one night, there was a guy at a party, one of her exes, who pulled me aside and told me that she had cheated on him too, and… I went trough her phone saw and saw the text messages between them… they’ve been meeting up for months… that’s when everything fell into place.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but you fought them back. “Lando, I never wanted this. I never wanted to be the one to tear you two apart. I just didn’t want to see you get hurt.”

He finally looked up, meeting your gaze with raw regret. “I hurt you. I pushed you away, and for what? I chose to believe someone who didn’t care about me. I hurt you in the process, and I—I’m sorry. I’ve been such an idiot.”

You could see the pain in his eyes, the guilt and the sorrow that weighed on him. It was hard to believe that just a few months ago, he hadn’t wanted to hear the truth. But now, there was no escaping it. Magui had betrayed him, and in a way, he had betrayed you too.

“I should have listened,” he whispered again, his voice full of regret.

You took a shaky breath, trying to steady your emotions. It had been a long time coming, and as much as you wanted to be angry with him, the sight of him—so broken, so remorseful—made it hard to hold onto that anger.

“You’ve been hurt, Lando,” you said softly, your heart aching for him. “And I know I’m not the only one who’s been hurt. But I think you need time to heal. Both of us do.”

Lando nodded slowly, his hand reaching out, trembling. “I don’t expect you to forgive me right away… but if you can, I want to try to make things right. I don’t want to lose you again.”

You stared at him for a long moment, considering his words. The hurt was still there, deep in your chest, but so was the understanding. It wasn’t just his fault. You had both made mistakes, but maybe, just maybe, there was a way to move forward.

“Let’s take it one step at a time, okay?” you said softly, your voice steady but filled with the weight of everything that had happened.

Lando gave you a small, tentative smile, the kind that hadn’t been there in months. “One step at a time,” he agreed.

And maybe that was all you could ask for—one step at a time.

The days after Lando’s accident were a whirlwind of emotions. He was released from the hospital a few days later, his body bruised but recovering. But emotionally? He was a mess. It wasn’t just the crash that had shaken him to the core; it was the realization that the woman he had trusted, the one he thought he loved, had betrayed him. That, combined with the guilt of pushing you away, left him feeling raw.

You had agreed to take things slowly, and that’s exactly what you did. You stayed in touch with him, but not in a way that felt forced. It was a lot of texting, some phone calls, and slow-paced catch-ups. Lando seemed to be going through a personal transformation, one that required time and space to really grasp what had happened, and what needed to change. He wasn’t asking for forgiveness—at least, not yet—but it was clear that he was committed to earning your trust back, step by step.

-

A few weeks later, Lando invited you to dinner. It wasn’t anything extravagant—just a quiet, intimate place where you could talk without the pressure of anyone around.

When you arrived, he was already there, seated at a table in the corner, looking a little nervous but hopeful. The air between you two had shifted, but it was still filled with uncertainty.

“Hey,” he greeted you softly, his smile small but sincere.

“Hey,” you replied, taking a seat across from him. “How are you feeling?”

He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. “Better. Physically, at least. But, you know… mentally, it’s a process.”

You nodded. “I get it.”

The waiter brought the drinks, and for a while, the two of you just talked—about everything and nothing. You shared stories of what had been going on in your life, and he did the same. It felt different than before, though. It wasn’t just small talk; there was a genuine attempt to rebuild a connection that had been strained.

Eventually, the topic shifted.

“Lando, what happens now?” you asked gently, leaning in a little. “You and I… I think we’ve both been through a lot. And I don’t want to rush into anything, but we have to figure out if we’re even capable of rebuilding what we had.”

Lando took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with vulnerability. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I want to try. I want to prove to you that I’m not the same guy I was before. I was stupid for not believing you, and I can’t change that. But I want to be better—for you, for me, and for us. If you’ll let me.”

There it was—the raw honesty. The same honesty you had tried to offer him months ago, but he had been too blind to see.

“I’m not saying everything will be perfect,” Lando continued. “But I want us to start fresh. And I want to take things slow. No pressure. Just… us figuring it out, together.”

You could see the sincerity in his eyes. There was no doubt in your mind that he was genuinely trying to make amends.

“I think… I think that’s all we can do,” you said after a pause. “I don’t want to rush either. But I’m willing to try if you are.”

A weight seemed to lift off both of your shoulders as Lando’s smile widened. “One step at a time, right?”

You chuckled softly. “Exactly.”

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part five here

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[kunikuyu]

"A reward for someone so good." Hashira Series!

Part 1, 3, 4, 5, 6

Tomioka Giyuu x Male! Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, NSFW, read as afab reader, calm sex, dom! Reader x virgin! Tomioka, Slight mentions of symptoms of depression, Tokito was replaced by Tomioka, since Tokito is underage.

Summary: Pillar training has begun, much to your delight. Of course, as a hard-working and strong person, you can handle any challenge. Even if it's fighting a hashira. And in a way, they all see some value in you, and want to reward you for it.

The next day, it's impossible not to wake up with a hangover. You've had too much to drink with Tengen, and you can barely feel your legs now. Even though your body clearly didn't want it, you had to go to the next pillar training.

"Take care of yourself there. And be careful on the way, you look like you're about to fall over from being so tired. Didn't you sleep last night?" He says, pretending nothing happened. It was clear he remembered, he just wanted to play with you. "...I'll pretend I didn't even hear it."

He laughs. Patting you on the back, he says goodbye to you and wishes you good luck with Tokito. But, your plans didn't involve training with the mist hashira.

......

Your crow guided the direction you should follow, flying in the skies. Little by little, you can see Tomioka's mansion. The place was calm and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of a wooden sword hitting a massive straw training dummy. It was Tomioka, training completely alone.

You knock on his gate, but he doesn't answer or open it. He even stops making noise, trying to pretend he wasn't there. "Giyuu-san, you could be more receptive to your visits." You say, and you hear low, slow footsteps, as if Tomioka wanted to open, but was reluctant.

You were trained by the same master, Urokodaki. You, Tomioka and Sabito were an inseparable trio, before Sabito died in the final selection and Tomioka reserved himself like never before.

You ended up being alone, without your best friends and an indescribable void in your heart. Tomioka walked away from you for a few reasons: He didn't want to feel the pain of seeing you go if you died before him; I didn’t want you to suffer if he died; I didn't want you to find out that he was always in love with you.

It might be a silly reason, but his passion was old and he didn't want to be rejected. You didn't seem like a guy who would be attracted to him. Maybe Giyuu's inferiority complex would never let him be happy at any point in his life.

.....

As you remain lost in your thoughts, the other man finally opens the gate for you. Tomioka's crow will directly greet you, he seemed to like you and you liked that crow who was already old. Tomioka walks away after letting you in, he didn't seem to want to talk to you, or at least he was too nervous to do so.

"Aren't you even going to greet me, Giyuu?" You say, holding his arm to stop him from continuing to move away from you. He doesn't turn to face you, though. He still loved you, very much. But it's hard to deal with that when you're afraid of happiness.

Seeing that your friend wouldn't talk to you, you decide to take control of the situation. "Well, since you don't want to talk to me, let's train then." You grab a nearby wooden sword and get into position, surprising Giyuu. He thought that after not talking to you, you would go away and leave him alone, but that wasn't the case.

....

It turns out that you were still on the same level, nothing had changed. As kids, you could never beat each other, it always ended in a draw. And now, you are both sitting on Giyuu's garden. You could enjoy the sunset in complete silence while you both regained your energy.

"You shouldn't be here, should you? Pillar training isn't over yet." He says softly, but you can still hear it. His voice was as calm as ever. "I was supposed to be at Tokito-san's training. But I wanted to see you."

He doesn't say anything else after that, just looks away and goes back to the sky. You could feel his nervousness, even though normally his temperament was almost stoic all the time.

It really bothers you.

You hated seeing Giyuu, who was so smiley in the past, go into a shell and keep himself away from the rest of the world. If there was something bothering him, he would normally speak up before all this happened.

"Giyuu, I need to talk to you." "Hm?-" Before he can even ask or even answer, you pull him into his house. He looked dazed, his eyes were slightly wide and his mouth slightly opened in surprise.

When you arrive in his room, you pin him against the wall and look deep into the other man's eyes. You were the same height, so it wasn't a problem. Tomioka looks at you with even wider eyes, and his cheekbones seem redder than ever.

"I really understand what you went through, I also lost my best friend that day. But you need to stop blaming yourself, you need to stop sinking into this emptiness. I know I'm not the best person to help you, but please. I don't want to lose the person I trust and admire most again." And he just looks at you, doesn't say a word. But you could see his eyes already filling with tears and his hands starting to shake. It's even worse when you hug him. He couldn't help but cry this time.

You were never good with words, but damn, how you wanted to comfort him, hug him and tell him it's okay. "I..." That's all he can say to you, as he feels your face sink into his neck. "... That's unfair." He whispers softly, but you can hear it. You move away from the hashira's neck, but keep your arms around his waist. You couldn't understand what he meant by that. "Hm...? What do you mean by that, Giyuu?" And he just looks away while blushing.

And then, you realize.

"Oh."

You don't say anything else. You just realized why he's blushing, shaking, and looking away. It makes you blush too. You were so stupid, how did you not realize that Giyuu liked you, or at least had a certain crush?

"How long?" "Since we were kids."

And this was his turn to be wide-eyed. The difference is that you had a smile on your face. Reciprocal feelings are rare, but very beautiful. You had to let your instincts act, and placed a kiss on the water hashira.

...

"You're a virgin, right?"

"W-Why do you ask such embarrassing questions?"

You are very fast. It didn't take long for Tomioka to be completely naked in front of you. He was lying down, while you were sitting on top of him. Giyuu looked nervous and embarrassed, especially because it was his first time and because he was completely naked in front of you. Your actions didn't make it easier for him either.

"Sorry, Giyuu-san. Now, just relax okay?"

He nods and rests his head on the futon. You insert the other man's member into you, making him let out a soft, sweet moan. Tomioka never thought he would do something like this to you, it seemed like an impossible dream coming true for him.

....

You were holding each other as you rode him. It was a perfect feeling to hear his moans. His sweet moans were calm, sly and sounded like a song to your ears. His face was red, beads of sweat from the heat dripped from his forehead, and small bites were deposited on Giyuu's neck.

Your pace slowed until you stopped. It was as if it was fate, both of you had climaxed together. You let out a low chuckle when you see Giyuu's condition; eyes watering with pleasure, cheeks red and chest heaving up and down frantically.

"I have a sneaky feeling you liked it." You say, with a smile on your face. What surprised you was the smile he showed you, after so many years. "... T-Thank you, for that... ah..." You couldn't help but blush at that smile, it was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen and you wanted to see it more often.

"For the record, I like you- No, I love you." "You know... The feeling is mutual..."

You both smile and lock your lips again. Giyuu may feel like he's not ready for a relationship yet, and maybe that's true. But you'll end up together. It's destiny.

Bonus lines!

"I came inside you... It's okay...?"

"Jeez... Hehe..." You say, while laughing nervously.

[lorryicious]

do you perhaps have any more Loretta/Bill content I’m VERY curious about their dynamic now 👁️👁️

I HAVE. SO MUCH. CONTENT. Loretta has been an oc I have had for YEARS so I absolutely have SO much stuff on her! Shes definitely my favorite oc alongside Jack, my other gravity falls oc. The short of it is they are forced to work together out of inconvenience by the Axolotl.. The most recent development has been the change in Lorettas ability revolving her sight because I thought it would be so cool if Loretta had the same/similar kind of mutation to Bill. It didn't change much to her character, just another reason why they ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time (time police events. I seriously need to write fanfic of the whole story LMAO)

Their dynamic is SO FUN. They bicker ALL the time and usually are yapping about something. They live together, so I think they argue over the smallest things. When they first ended up needing to work together, Bill was not thrilled AT ALL. He was VERY closed off. Loretta, not knowing this creature at all, just decided to let him do his own thing. It's only after an event where Loretta protects Bill when he's at his weakest that Bill realizes Loretta is harmless and that it wouldn't hurt to try to get some enjoyment out of her company. That turns into an actual friendship, which turns into Bill finding out Loretta is like him. Through this, they open up and become closer because of their similar identities. They just ended up on different paths because of their own mutations AUGH. Bill wanted more, when in comparison Loretta was content with what her world was already like.

Loretta is a demon hunter. She takes bounties from individuals around town to get rid of weirdness. She naturally has a knack for attracting it, so the job is perfect for her. Bill helps her with her bounties; in exchange, Loretta lets Bill drain her energy so he can regain his physical form. I have a whole animatic on my tiktok that shows how the possession works-

They are silly. They fight over what to watch on the tv, they karaoke and drink together, it takes AGES for Bill to actually open up to Loretta, Whenever they decide to share the bed (even though Bill doesn't sleep) he kicks off Lorreta off of it anyway just to frustrate her, they do makeup together, They drive up to one of the hills in gravity falls via Loretta's motorcycle and watch the sunset together. Love them. I have SO many thoughts on their dynamic, but they are there for each other, and despite all their issues, they love each other. They NEVER say it to each other because Bill is deathly scared of that word.

They are an oc x canon ship so they are together as partners TECHNICALLY. Still, I also think they are so messed up via the canon story that an ACTUAL domestic relationship dynamic just doesn't work for the two. Plus, Bill needs help understanding labels and Loretta doesn't need them. Plus there's the Jack situation...Which is a WHOLE OTHER RANT. JACK. AUGH. The love triangle (literally) goes insane. In my happy au they are a polycule asf.

Literally ask ANY questions about them, I might even draw something up if its a fun scenario you guys send,,, I LOVE THAT PEOPLE ARE INTERESTED IN THE OCS BECAUSE !!!! I HAVE SO MUCH CONTENT FOR THEM.

Some of this is older art but it still works <33 and I STILL LOVE IT

This one I did recently-

Great side effect for being able to see outside your plane of reality AND being intertwined to a demon, you get to relive HIS trauma TOO!! (imagine how horrifying that was when Loretta told Bill the dreams shes been having) (double note: Bill played it off like they were random when he was FREAKING OUT ON THE INSIDE)

[i-figure-out-the-name-later]

The Quiet Hour (Astarion)

To catch him unguarded such as this was a strange sight. Very occasionally could he be caught as still as this. Like a statue appeared in his place.

It was almost easy to forget what it meant to be undead while travelling with him, especially since he played living so well. How could you remember it when his body seemed to move through the world so easily. When every breath he let out cut through the air so smoothly. His curated performance worked so well for him, he himself sometimes forgot it was for the comfort of those around him.

But here he was now. Still. Quiet. calm.

It was late, so late it was becoming early, and the party was still deep in the throes of their dreams. All except for you, who paced through the surrounding woods in an attempt to waste unwanted energy. On the way back to your bedroll you expected the quiet energy of a sleeping party but had the feeling in your stomach that someone was awake. Curious, you look around to see the person of your affections sitting separated from the rest. On a pile of pillows, some greatly worn from time and others newly bought from travelling, Astarion sat staring at the sky. And paces away, you stood staring at him.

As he stared, no muscle twitched, no beath hitched, not even a breeze came by to rustle a hair. The simple action of moving yourself to breathe, to blink, felt too big a disturbance in the little realm he created involving you, him, and the sun soon to rise. It was hard to truly believe the sight was real. It was just so uncanny.

But that was him. Your lover, your friend.

"What thoughts were inside that head?", you whispered in your mind. Was he pondering the journey so far, or perhaps his future? Or was he savoring the peace silence brings? You wanted to ask, wanted to share this moment with him. But you could not bring yourself to rattle the air. However, in an effort to mimic his natural stillness, you did forget to breathe, and you felt deafened by the sharp gasps that you made.

Just as quick as your first gasp left your body, his shoulders raised as he took a deep breath in. But while his body regained its living appearance, as he turned his head it was clear his face had not yet. For a moment, his lips did not move, his eyes did not blink, his eyebrows did not shift. But he stared directly at you. The sight of him filled your heart with warmth, evident by its palpitations, but flickering reds of his eyes with their piercing quality made your hairs rise. But all the nervousness that had infiltrated your mind for disturbing him dissipated soon after.

His face broke out in a smile. A tad coy, as always, but genuine nonetheless, and you couldn't stop the shy smile that you gave in response. And whereas your breathing felt like thunder to your ears, the words he spoke came like feathers against your body.

"Ah, my favorite travelling companion. I was hoping you were the one staring from afar."

I made a new blog purely cause I couldn't sleep and needed to type, and its the first time I've written something like this, so maybe this isnt the best but pshh it's fine

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

Giggle Fits

Summary: most precious bean in all the earth cannot stop laughing and making dumb jokes with his s/o, but they share his humor too warnings: none just fluff (and maybe bad jokes and quotes) 1028 words

Wooyoung was already sitting on the couch munching on some snacks when you entered the living room. Your favorite blanket was conveniently wrapped around his frame, tucked deeply behind him, most likely to prevent you from taking it back. He did everything possible to avoid eye contact.

You squinted your eyes at him, plopping down on the couch. "You look cosy," you remarked sarcastically.

He hummed, biting back a mischievous smile and still avoiding your eyes. He knew he would be unable to keep a straight face if he looked at you. That man was weak when it came to you.

A moment passed where he finally managed to fight the urge and settled back into his show. It was one he often binged when he came home. You recalled him mentioning how much he preferred to watch crime shows when he was in comfortable clothes and knew he wouldn't be sleeping alone.

The next episode started, the familiar theme song playing once again. "You know, you'd think the singers would get tired of repeating this song for every episode."

Wooyoung suddenly burst into laughter at your silly words, immediately looking your way. "What are you even saying?"

You started giggling too, shrugging carelessly. "What? Am I wrong? It's the same one each time!"

He continued to laugh loudly, hand reaching up to cover his mouth as if to contain the sound. "You're so stupid. What are on?"

You couldn't help but lean forward in your seat, laughing just as loud as him. "You're stupid! You're telling me they don't get tired of repeating it so often? The same song, over and over-" you were cut off by a pillow being launched in your face.

"Stop it!" Woo cried out, wiping at the tears that built up. "I can't hear the show!"

You threw the pillow back at him, cheeks hurting from grinning so hard. "You're going to look at me and tell me that I'm wrong?"

He let out a scream, his laugh increasing its pitch as his head fell forward and landed on the arm of the couch. "Why are you...quoting...videos?" His words were barely coherent with the gasping in between.

You two shared random moments like these often. It only took one comment for you to suddenly burst into a fit of giggles, bouncing off each other's energy until you couldn't breathe. Usually it was over something dumb and not nearly as funny to others, but that's what made it special. The fact you shared the same humor and enjoyed those dumb laughs.

You were able to sit up more after a moment of deep breaths, regaining your train of thought as you did so. "No but seriously you need to start skipping the intro or I will murder you in your sleep."

He sighed heavily, flexing his mouth to help ease the pain in the muscle. "That took a dark turn. "

You sent a pointed finger his way. "I'm serious. And hand over my blanket while we're at it."

"Yes, your majesty," Wooyoung suddenly had a polite response, removing the blanket to raise it above his head with both hands.

Yanking the blanket, you nod at him. "That's what I thought."

He stands, moving to your side of the couch to hover above you. You curl your lip up at him in annoyance, moving your head around him to see the tv. However, Woo blocked you each time.

"Please allow me to lay with you."

Surprised by his words you stare up at at him with a laugh starting again. "What? Do what with me now?"

He smirked, leaning down to grab your arms and hold them away from your blanket. Quickly, he managed to sneak between the comforter and you, snuggling close to you. He nuzzled his head right in your neck, humming softly.

"Get off me you peasant!" You yelled out, wiggling so you could escape his grasp. But it was too late. His arms already snaked around your shoulders, encasing you in and tugging you closer. "Free me!"

He shook his head at your pleas. "Even peasants have desires, your majesty!"

The two of you started giggling at the strange conversation, having no control over the atmosphere anymore. When it came to your evenings together, it was like laughing gas filled the air each time. Uncontrollable laughter becomes quiet only for a brief amount of time before it starts up again.

"Let me go-"

"Shh!" He yelled, a hand struggling to raise up and cover your lips. "The show...it's on!"

You stopped suddenly, eyes maneuvering back to the tv to watch the show you both missed more than half of. Still, you both silently watched the scene that caught his attention. You sat there, squeezed against your lover-against your will- with his hand cupped harshly around your mouth, intently staring at the screen.

"I knew it," he whispered to you, shaking his head. "It was the mother all along."

Taken aback, you swivelled your head to look at him with furrowed eyebrows. "You watched the show without me," you accused.

He sucked in his lips, once again avoiding your eyes. "I did not."

Your eyes widened. "With San?!"

He released you quickly, rushing to put distance between you and him. "Baby, wait-please, wait! Y-you see, I was bored on the airplane, and I-"

"I thought I was the only person you'd cuddle after watching true crime." You shook your head at him. "I guess I was wrong. I guess Kristoff doesn't love you enough to leave you behind."

Wooyoung stumbled over his feet as he attempted to go back to his side of the couch. "Why are you quoting things again?!"

Giggles escaped your lips, mimicking his. "Why do you understand what I'm quoting?"

He rubbed at his face, trying desperately to stop laughing. "I hate you so much."

"Right back at you," you joked, winking and smiling big.

You could never have these sort of conversations with anyone else. The laughs, the crazy talk, the understanding, all of it combined just made the best conversations for you to share. And that was something you grew to adore about Wooyoung.

[oldwritingm]

thought I should request something steven universe themed if you wanted to write it!!!!

how about a PLATONIC steven universe × human fem reader when she's sick!! I literally have the worst fever it's killing me anyways!! good luck !!!

HOW did this turn out so long…. anyway, sickness solidarity my friend 😞 I have also been struck ill

Word count: 1k

Steven Universe - Sick?! (Steven [platonic])

Steven perked up when the ringing tone of his phone suddenly cut off. Your voice came through, huskily rasping: “Hello?”

“Hiii Y/n!” He chirped, kicking his legs back and forth merrily as they dangled from the couch. He had been miserably bored for… twenty minutes now, if the clock was still working. He’d called hoping that you’d be available to help ease his boredom, but he couldn’t help the feeling that something was off. Usually you didn’t answer so quickly, but there was something else too, something he couldn’t quite pin.

“Wait a minute. You aren’t usually home at this time of day.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I’m not feeling too well, so I stayed home.”

Steven brought a hand to grip his hair dramatically. “You’re sick?!”

You tried to laugh; you didn’t need to see him to know what he was doing. But it just came out as a sad little wheeze, and you had to regain your wind before you could speak again.

“I’ll be fine. I took some medicine, just waiting for it to kick—”

“Hold on, Y/n!”

He hung up. You looked at your phone screen, frowning. Should I be afraid..?

You were trying to sleep a little, if only to escape your throbbing headache (and all the other aches too numerous to name), but you awoke to the sound of pounding at your door.

You groaned, tugging your blanket over your head. But you could no longer ignore the noise when it was suddenly accompanied by an all-too-familiar voice shouting: “Y/n! Y/nnnn! Are you dead?! I’m coming in!”

Now you were awake. You flew out of bed at the sound of your front door opening, ignoring your wailing muscles for the time and scuttling down the hall.

“Steven, you can’t just break into my house,” you tried to sound firm, but you just didn’t have the energy. You cursed yourself, dragging a hand down your feverish face ruefully.

Steven had set his burger backpack on your kitchen table and was rummaging through it, completely ignoring you.

“I brought soup—it’s canned, I hope that’s okay—and movies, and coloring books, and regular books, and…” he held the bag wide open, clearly looking for something else.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he plunged his hand into the bag and triumphantly pulling out a little star-shaped plush with a cute nightcap. “This!”

As much as you wanted to hate him for bugging you (you were rather irritable, being in pain and all), you couldn’t stop the huge grin that came to your face when he handed you the plush.

“What are you going to name him?”

You blinked at Steven, then at the little fluffy star. You were about to shrug, but you decided against it when you suddenly became aware of the aches all over your body.

Somehow Steven seemed to sense this, and he took you by the elbow and started dragging you into your living room, taking his backpack in his free hand. “You’re probably tired! Oh geez, your skin is super warm. Do you feel cold?”

He didn’t wait for a response, finding a blanket on the edge of your sofa and wrapping it around your shoulders as you sat.

He plopped down next to you, your shoulders pressed together cozily.

Digging through his bag, he fished out a few DVDs, showing them to you one by one. When he was done, he looked at you with wide eyes, awaiting your response.

“Uh,” you huffed, your eyelids feeling heavy again now that you were all cozy, “I don’t think I want to watch anything. You can, though.”

“Oh. That’s fine! You can just sleep. I’ll be here,” he smiled comfortingly, scooting aside so you could lie flat on the couch. You gave him a grateful nod and reclined, already half asleep by the time you repositioned yourself.

“Can I play with your hair? That always makes me feel better when I’m sick.”

You hummed affirmingly. Steven’s hands were warm against your head as they smoothed your hair, combing it, twisting it, untwisting it; you thought you felt him trying to braid it at some point, but in your half-asleep daze you couldn’t tell.

When you woke up again it was just past noon, and though your sinuses felt funky you could smell something coming from the kitchen. You propped yourself up on your elbow, pressing your lips together at the pain of the motion.

“No! Don’t move!”

You had to smile as Steven stormed towards you with a bowl, his face shifting from anger to agony as he walked. “Hot! Hot! Hot!”

He plopped the bowl down on your lap, fanning his hands off. You could definitely feel the heat of the soup through the blanket, and it was actually pretty comforting.

“Thanks,” you chuckled, sitting up all the way.

“Eat up, you need your strength!” Steven winked. “Want me to put something on the TV?”

“Sure,” you said, blowing off a spoonful of soup and shoving it in your mouth. “You can pick.”

You spent the rest of the afternoon curled up on the couch with Steven, who fretted endlessly about you. He couldn’t seem to go five minutes without asking if you needed anything, and when you did he was off like a race horse to get it.

The sun was starting to set when you insisted that Steven go home. He looked like he wanted to protest, but looking at the darkening sky he knew he couldn’t.

“The gems will worry,” you reminded him.

“I know… are you sure you’ll be okay?”

You laughed, patting his shoulder reassuringly. “I’ll be fine.”

“Sure, but… call me if you need anything, okay?”

You smiled bemusedly. “I will.”

And then he was off. And not ten minutes passed before you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket, and you pulled it out to find a message from Steven:

Feel better soon! :)

You smiled once more, reclining easily against the soft cushions of your couch, much to your aching body’s relief.

Thank you so much for this request dear! And thanks for reading, take care duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

[simpfordemetri]

Volturi Guards X Witch Hc

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Request: Hello!I wanted to make a request for a headcanon about a witch who is a bit inexperienced. Sometimes, her powers get out of control, and because of this, she needs to sleep for days to regain her energy and continue performing magic.W/Volturi Guards

Sorry if this isn't the right way to request a headcanon.

Alec Volturi

Many times i wrote about the twins with a witch mate so im not gonna indulge much in that ,there must be some hc about this around my blog.But a bit of a resume,they are triggered at first.

Now for the part of not controlling your powers,Alec have much patience (just for the people he cares about) and he cares about you.So its fine,he will take it easy with you,even if your powers affect him sometimes.

He let you sleep,he guides you to bed and lay around waiting for you to recover 100% .

Nobody is allowed to to disturb you,in his eyes your powers got you “sick” so he needs you to be alone with him with no Demetri or Felix running around

Jane Volturi

She is also really triggered at first but as i said you all can search that around my blog 🎀

But for that reason he “dislikes” your powers and how much negative effect they have on you.She tends to get really mad whenever your powers get out of control and you hurt yourself specially mentally.She doesn’t have that patience even if she wishes to.

Got to the point she tries to use Chelsea on you to manipulate you into not needing to use your powers.Surprisingly Aro stopped her for some reason(he thinks you are going to be reallh powerful as a Volturi witch guard)

Need much reassurance of how you are going to be fine and you just need a long sleep.

Demetri Volturi

Amazing!Well not the fact of you getting mentally drained but…AMAZING!!!! He loves to train with you and its also a bit of an excuse to have an eye on you and make sure you don’t overwork yourself .

Stays off-duty whenever you need to recover and will be there for you when you wake up .

He will try and do everything on his hand to help you control your powers,lots of research will be done with the help of the masters,specially Marcus.

Praise!!!!Every time you get some trick well done he will scream like a proud mom watching his kid playing a football match

Calms you down whenever you have some mental break downs because of failing over and over again,he will teach you how patience is so important,and he has the patience of a saint.

Felix Volturi

This giant is so worried all the time and the first time you got burned out and ended up fainting and sleeping for days he felt like having his first heart attack as a vampire

He pray and wish your powers could be easily controlled not far ago in the future

He has to force himself to stand there and watch how you train your powers but he physically can’t accept the fact that sooner or later you will get mentally drained,he is just waiting the moment you faint while being at the edge of a panic attack

However the moment you finally start to control your powers he gets more enthusiastic about watching you and have more hope on you !!!!!

[thegodmother007]

My New Neighbor Chapter 13: Let’s Hang Out

TRIGGER WARNING: This story will eventually contain violence, angst, threat of death, swearing, dark humor, adult themes like sex & drugs, racism, classism, sexism etc. Do not say you have not been warned

Chapter 13:

It took almost a week, but I was finally feeling like my old self again. No more runny nose, headaches, chills or vertigo. I felt like I had been freed from a prison sentence within my own body. Although, if I was being honest with myself, it wasn’t all bad. My mind constantly drifted back to the time Cain played his guitar for me when I was bedridden. I could feel a warmth in my chest, accompanied by a few skipped beats of my heart every time I envisioned him sitting on my bedroom floor, giving me my own private concert. I wish I had more energy at the time because I would have loved to have stayed awake longer to continue listening to him play. I felt so important & felt so..special watching him play for me. That feeling was punctuated when I woke up the next morning to see Cain texted me “Sleep well.” Which made me think that was his nefarious plot the whole time, to put me to sleep. Luckily for him, I needed the sleep & it worked like a charm in more than one way. 

Finally being able to leave my bed, I decided that I would use my newly regained energy to reset my room. Washing my blankets & sheets, vacuuming the rug, getting the piles of dirty dishes cleaned & the garbage bag full of discarded tissues out of here, should really help me feel completely rejuvenated. I look at my phone to see I had not gotten a text from Cain this morning yet, which means he is still sleeping. Waking up each day to Cain’s morning texts while my body ached, brought me a level of comfort I quickly became accustomed to. It was the thing I looked forward to each morning opening my phone for the first time. 

I got busy with my cleaning when about 45min into it, I hear the ‘ping!’ of my text notification go off. Like a Pavlovian-Trained dog, I immediately dropped the fresh comforter I was placing on my bed to check & see if it was Cain. Seeing his name across my screen with the words “Morning. How are you feeling today?” really improved my overall mood. I was quick to respond with “I'm actually feeling great today! No more flu, I think I'm totally over it now 😄” I stuff my phone back into my pocket & start arranging my bed spread to be how I like it. 

It didn't take long for Cain to get back to me: “That's great! Glad to hear you're not sick anymore. Figured you were feeling better, I can hear you moving around.” I read the text, a little sheepish as I often forget that Cain can pick up on the littlest of movements. I don't reply right away, my brain starts turning with an idea. 

I look around my room to see it's practically spotless in here. Then I walk into my living room to see that it was clean too, seeing as I hadn't been in here much in almost a week. I smile and pick up my phone again. 

“Yea, I'm doing a bit of cleaning to refresh my unit. Wanna come over to hang out later?” I pressed send with only a tiny bit of hesitation. Last time I asked Cain to come over, he was abused & harassed. This time though, it would just be me. I felt a seed of anxiety planted in my brain as I waited on his response, going to my kitchen to start on a little breakfast. 

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“Yea, I'm doing a bit of cleaning to refresh my unit. Wanna come over to hang out later?” I read those words with a bit of unease, wondering if more than just Vi was going to be there. I didn't want to say ‘no’ right away, though. But last time I went over there when invited, it didn't end well for me. Going over there on my own accord, knowing Vi was sick & weak, put me at ease. 

I stopped myself from thinking this way, reminding myself that Vi took care of me that night. I shouldn’t be constantly referencing what Myra & her goons did to my friends and I. While I had the bravado in my thumbs, I text back “What do you have in mind? 🤔” 

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Oh shit, I hadn't thought that far ahead. I look around my apartment, as if I was looking for an answer to give him. What could I say that would entice Cain to want to come over? What can two people with extreme height differences do together that isn’t impacted by our sizes? 

I eyed my shelf which had my album of DVD’s and I thought about what I might be able to make for dinner, trying to remember what he likes. He did bring me pizza one time from a place I did not recognize, which I imagine is a place he goes to enough to deem it good pizza. I pull my phone out “What if we watched a movie and I made us some calzones or something?” I paused before pressing ‘send’ and considered my reply. Is that too intimate? Dinner and a movie seems very date-worthy. Would that be too weird? I mean he did play guitar for me when I was sick. The worst he could say is “no”, right? I rationed to myself

I press ‘send’ feeling that seed of anxiety sprout some roots. I put my phone on the kitchen counter, turning away from it and going about my day as normally as I can while I wait for a response. While I fluff pillows & make myself busy doing practically nothing, my mind flooded with the possible responses that Cain might shoot back with: 

“Actually, I already have plans”

“No thanks”

“That sounds boring”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“I can think of other things I’d rather be doing”

“I don’t think we should hang out”

“I really don’t think we should be friends”

PING! My phone practically screams at me, interrupting my intrusive thoughts. I pause, looking at my phone from across the room. Hesitant on even looking at the message, all but having convinced myself I was about to be turned down. Slowly I approach my phone and flip it over, looking at the message bannered across my screen: “That sounds delicious, I’m down. What time, like 6?” I felt so silly in that moment as the relief washed over me. I totally siked myself out for a moment there. “6 works for me, I’ll see you then 🙂” 

Now all I needed to do was run to the store to grab some ingredients!

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I was going over to casually hang out with Vi in a few hours and I felt pretty good about it. Nervous, but good. Deep down, part of me wondered if this was a date or something. Vi hadn’t said that it was and the last thing I want to do is ask her if it was, that would just come across pathetic. 

I shook the thought from my head, looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, telling myself where we stand “Nah, we’re just friends, that's it. Trivia partners, roommates, buddies, I am cool with that.” I say to myself, not so much as a statement, but a reminder. But I can't help but hear Britney's words in the back of my head “A partner is supposed to be your best friend, the person you can count on being there & showing up. A partner is that one person you know will support you & lift you up anytime you need it. Women don’t want keepers, Cain, they want partners.” I stare at my reflection, scrutinizing every little detail of my face, wondering if I had been born a giant would Vi want me like that? I fiddled with my hair, realizing that I had let it get too long without a cut & after a while of trying & failing to style it without product, I gave in & grabbed my mousse and hair paste. 

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Before I knew it, 6:00pm was upon me & I was ready for Cain. The calzones were piping hot & I even made a couple that were human sized so Cain didn’t struggle with eating from a giant sized one. I look to my phone to see it was 5:56pm and Cain would be at the door any moment. I didn’t want to sit there, waiting on him like that, so I figured some finishing touches on the place would be appreciated. I had the human-sized table from before, on my coffee table and placed a tablecloth with dishes on it so Cain had somewhere to eat comfortably while I’d use the coffee table to eat. I lit a few nice smelling candles, ones that smelled of pumpkin spice & vanilla. They added a warm amber glow to my apartment that I appreciated & hoped Cain would appreciate too. I had a human sized bean bag that I don’t remember acquiring, but nonetheless was coming in handy in case Cain wanted somewhere comfortable to sit. 

As I thought about it, I began to drift into a small daydream about sitting down to watch a movie. Where would he ask to sit if I didn’t have the bean bag for him? On the couch cushion? No, my weight would probably make him slide against my hip or he could find himself stuck between the cushions. Arm rest would be a good option, it was stable and padded. A bit of risk though, because he could easily fall if he isn’t careful. The backrest of the couch could be nice too, it was high enough for a good view of the movie and we would be more level with each other. But what if he wanted to sit with me? I felt a shade of pink creeping across my face with an involuntary smirk finding a place on my lips as I indulge in the fantasy. I imagine what it would be like, having his little body sitting on my shoulder. Would I feel him sitting there? I wondered what his voice would sound like right next to my ear. Would he sound different from what I’ve come to recognize as his voice? I imagine his delicate hands reaching up & touching my neck for leverage and I feel a wave of goosebumps dance along my shoulders, neck and face as I let the daydream develop. What if I wanted to lay down? I could lay on the couch but where would he be? I thought about the most comfortable places for him. My bent knee would be very isolating, I think he’d feel just too far away. I could always let him lay on my stomach? At the thought, the flashback of Cain explaining he felt he was going to die & the harassment he endured at my party made me second guess that idea. I don’t think I would want to be on a giant’s stomach either if I felt like I just narrowly escaped being inside one’s stomach only a few weeks ago. My mind drifted to the idea that maybe he would be comfortable on my chest. The pink on my face shifted to a bright crimson red, but the daydream continued. I imagined placing him on my breast, watching him sink into the soft flesh of it, feeling his little hands and feet crawling around and caressing me. I pictured how much that would probably tickle and  I would laugh, undoubtedly bouncing him up and down while he laughed with me. I put myself in his place, thinking what I might look like to him from that perspective, hoping that it was at least good. What if Cain were into that? My mind drifted into thinking about how he might view me overall and I heard his scream echo in my mind from the time I pulled the cloth back to check on him the morning after the party. 

Remembering that bloodcurdling scream froze me in place, the complete fear on his face & the disparity of that cry was enough to make me stop and remember how fragile he is. I had better not push it with him & make sure I am slow and careful with him. 

As if on cue, I hear the buzzer from his apartment requesting entry into my unit. I do a quick mirror check, making sure I didn’t have sauce from making calzones on me and my hair looked alright. I was excited to hang out with Cain and get to know him better, hoping we could become a little closer than just unit partners. I press my own buzzer and unlock the small door, to then see Cain open it & walk through, his blue eyes immediately landing on me. He greets me with what I can see is a smile and a wave. I feel my heart leap as I return his wave & smile back to him. “Hey!” I exclaim, gingerly walking toward him with my slippered feet, hoping not to shake the floor so much. I slowly descend to his level. I see he is wearing a dark colored hoodie & some standard dark wash blue jeans. Despite Cain’s bright blonde hair, pushing almost platinum blonde, he seems to favor darker colored clothes. 

“It smells great in here!” He comments, looking around at my place, no doubt looking for the calzones I’ve made. “Full disclosure, I’ve been smelling it for the last hour, so I’ve come hungry” He says with a nervous laugh. “Good! I made quite a few for you! Actually…now that I am looking at you, I might have overdone it. You okay with taking leftovers home with you?” I ask knowing the answer will probably be ‘yes.’ Excitedly, Cain claps his hands together “We’ll see just how much is left over. Despite my size, I can really put it away, just wait & see..” He says with a smirk. I raise an eyebrow “Oh yea? We’ll see about that..” I offer a hand to him casually, hoping not to make it a big deal, knowing how Cain feels about being held. I hoped that by treating it as something nonchalant, his fear about it would diminish overtime. 

I watched him take a breath and look up at me and I offer him a smile, reminding him it’s okay. With less hesitation than before, he walks into my hand, his sneakers catching traction on my skin as he shuffles his way into the middle of my palm. He sits, holding my thumb like a safeguard on a carnival ride. I felt the familiar warmth spreading in my cheeks watching him trust me, feeling honored that he does at all. Once situated, he turns to look up at me, giving a thumbs-up, but saying nothing else. I could tell & feel by the rigidity of his body that this is still not natural for him yet, but that is okay. Slowly I lift him to the coffee table where the human-sized dining set is; this time with proper cutlery & dishes for him to use. I carefully lift & deposit him onto the coffee table and he smiles “What’s this? You set a place for me?” He asks while departing from my palm. “Of course, I felt bad that the last time you were here, I didn’t have any dishes or silverware for you & you had to eat pancakes with your hands. A calzone is a little harder to eat without cutlery so you know, I just grabbed a set while I was out today, no big deal.”

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Except it was a big deal to me. She made the effort to make sure I was feeling comfortable & able to enjoy the food she prepared as it was meant to be. When she had me over for breakfast a few weeks ago, I felt a bit primitive having to eat off her plate with my hands. But now she had a place for me with everything I would need to feel like a person. I realized how weird of a thought that is, but being able to fit in the palm of your friend’s hand and not being able to be independent when visiting, you begin to second guess how they see you. I turned with a grateful look “Thank you, this is actually really nice of you..” I had hoped that this would mean she intended on having me over more often now that we have that hurdle crossed. “Well I can’t have you eating a piping hot calzone with your bare hands, can I?” She says, watching me take my seat at the table just for me. She stands, towering over the coffee table once again, but my smile does not leave my face as she does. “Since you’re hungry, I’ll go grab the food from the oven where I’ve been keeping it hot.” My mouth watered as she walked away & to the kitchen. I purposely skipped lunch to prepare for this meal, knowing I was going to be eating like a King. 

Vi soon comes back with her plate and on her plate, was 3 of my own smaller calzones. Each one as large as an XL Pizza from Tony’s down the road. My jaw dropped as she slid my portions onto the table, only one calzone fitting on my plate, still hanging off the edges. All of them were packed to the brim with toppings like sausage, peppers, onion, peperoni, cheese…it smelled heavenly. I looked at Vi, my jaw still slacked and she gives me a cheeky smile as she sits cross legged on the floor, using the coffee table as her dining space, making us more level. “I told you it was too much..” She says, clearly happy with my reaction. I laugh & look back at the literal pile of calzone she just set in front of me “I take back what I said earlier, I think I will definitely have leftovers…” I admit. However, I waste no time & dig in. The flavor was fresh and saucy. The ingredients all worked together wonderfully & I closed my eyes, savoring my first bite, thinking to myself that these are even better than Tony’s. After a while of enjoying the first bite, I open my eyes to see Vi’s billboard sized face was much closer to me than it had been before & I flinched with a start, looking at her inquisitively, my mouth too full to ask her “What?”. She smiles at me “That good hu?” She asks me, pulling away & giving me a smug side-eye. With a mouth too full of calzone I proclaim “These are fantastic! I was just thinking about how they’re even better than the ones I’ve gotten from Tony’s down the street.” Vi’s smile grew larger “I am so glad you like them! It’s a recipe my mom developed when I was a kid. It’s one of my favorites.” She takes a bite of her own food & I watch her eat with nothing less than shock over the amount she puts into her mouth, chewing with ease. I watch her swallow the lump of food she masticated, feeling a chill crawl up my spine. I look at her enormous calzone, noting how it was almost as large as a city bus! “Wow, you really eat a lot.” I comment more to myself than anything. I see Vi raise an eyebrow “I mean, compared to you, I am sure it looks that way.” She remarks

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I brushed off the comment about the amount of food I eat, assuming Cain didn’t mean anything by it. But I couldn’t help the feeling of self consciousness that started creeping in after he said it. I look to his plate & my own, noticing the radical difference. Thankfully the conversation veered away from my eating habits & I was delighted to finally be learning more about Cain. He has an older brother, much like I have, who taught him to play guitar from a young age. He told me about his childhood living in a Humans-Only city & what brought him to Epherton. I learned about his hobbies like sports, going out, being with friends & videogames. Fortunately, we did not jump on the subject of my brother & I was more than happy to keep away from that topic completely. 

“So, why did you come to Epherton?” Cain asks me as I cut another piece off my calzone. “Oh you know, job opportunities, cheap housing, not having tons of money & wanting to get out of my hometown.” That last tidbit was different from Cain’s answer. Cain also came to Epherton for the opportunities. But if the opportunities had been in his home city, he never would have moved here. I, on the other hand, probably would have moved here anyways. “Why did you want to get away from your hometown?” He asks innocently, unknowing that the answer was not as innocent. 

I put the piece of calzone I just cut back onto my plate, thinking about how to explain it to Cain without him including me in the backwards thinking many of the townspeople share. “Well, the village I grew up in had no diversity & with that came a lot of small-minded people. Many of them hold traditional beliefs that the two species should be separated, not meant to mix. Others, a bit more extreme, believe in separate but not equal. Many believe in a hierarchy, of course placing giants at the top.” I saw Cain study me as I explained why I left & I recognized that look as one of scrutinizing, seeing if I aligned with that way of thinking. I sighed as I explained further “I never agreed with them though. It always felt weird thinking of myself as better than others just because of the bodies we were born into.” I looked to Cain to see if my explanation made sense. Cain looks at me with eyes that resembled sadness “And that is why your brother & his friends acted like that at the party.” He said as a statement rather than a question. I nodded “Yea & I didn’t think they would bring their bigotry with them, considering they all know where I stand and they were made aware I was sharing a unit with a human.”

Cain paused for a moment “Where do you stand?” He asks tentatively. I catch his eyes, and look at him almost confused. “What?” I wasn't sure exactly what he was asking me. Cain clears his throat “You know, how do you see humans? Like, do you think that those people back in your hometown have some kind of point?” For a moment, his question took me aback. For the few months that we have shared a unit, I thought I had made it pretty clear how I saw him and other humans. But I guess this question was going to be inevitable.

“I see you as a person, nothing more or less than that.” I say with a shrug of my shoulders, not really sure what else I could say to that question. “Yeah but, doesn't it change how you see people when they can fit in the palm of your hand? I mean there's got to be some kind of difference in how you feel being around humans versus when you are around giants, right?” I finally understood what Cain was trying to ask me. “Well of course I'm going to feel different around humans than I do around Giants. But I don't see them as less important or less valuable because they are smaller. You don't look at people who are shorter than you and think that they are less human, right? Same applies to me. I just look at you and see a smaller person.” 

Almost as if his hunger for asking questions wasn't satisfied with the one answer, he pressed a little further “So what do you feel when you are around humans?” I could tell that these questions had been burning in his mind for a while. I thought about his question, my memory flashing back to when I played with that group of human children as a child. How excited I was to make friends & getting to play with them. My memory cut to when they told me that they weren't allowed to play with me anymore & why. I felt the remnants of that heartbreak coming back to me from when I was a kid. 

I thought about my answer & felt honesty would be the best policy here. “Cautious & nervous, I suppose.” Which seemed to confuse Cain ”Whoa wait, hold on, YOU’RE nervous around Humans? How? How are you, an 85ft giantess, nervous around Humans? People who you can easily overpower if you wanted?” I let out a breathy laugh at the summation “Not that kind of nervous Cain. It's hard to explain but I'm afraid of fucking up, you know? Humans have every reason to be scared of giants, I see why. So knowing that any move I make, any little comment, can throw them into a panic. You guys are fragile & easily startled, so I have to be conscious & self aware the entire time I am around humans.” Cain pondered my explanation, asking “What about with me? How do you feel around me?” 

I stopped the redness from climbing up my neck & to my face when I thought of my genuine answer, stuffing it deep down inside. Instead I reply “You make me anxious, but overall I am always happy to see you!” Hoping that made my answer a bit softer for him. I watched him look down at his food, contemplating my answer. I worried that maybe I had offended him. I didn’t want to elaborate on my feelings for him, because I worried how he might react. “I just have to be cautious around you, being Human and all, you know? There is a lot more of me than there is of you, so I have to watch myself.”

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“Fragile” “Easily startled” “Less of me” I mean, Vi wasn't wrong, but it sucked knowing that I haven't been doing a good job at hiding my fear around her, despite how hard I've tried. I felt a shroud of shame surrounding me at the confirmation but wondered how she felt being around me if that was her impression so far. When I got “Anxious” my heart sank, only to be lifted from the depths with “but happy to see you!” I listened to her explain herself, and it seems like she's hit it right on the head. There IS a lot of her, and I DO struggle with being around Giants overall, let alone someone like Vi. I looked into her deep, sparkling brown eyes, seeing my own reflection in them. I could happily drown in those brown eyes given the chance, but who'd want to give that chance to an easily startled & fragile human? 

Halting my thoughts, I hear Vi ask me back “So how do you feel around Giants?” I look up at Vi whose expression makes me a bit uneasy. I could feel a tentative vibe in the air, as if she was expecting a certain answer. Although I knew I was physically safe around Vi & I knew how I felt about her, I also knew she was a special case amongst her kind for me. “I-I mean, they’re fine..” I hoped that would be enough but Vi raised an expectant eyebrow at me, pushing for more. “They’re uh-..um..they’re..” I watched her lean in slightly to listen to my answer and that made me want to back up a bit, crumbling under her gaze which held a bit too much weight in this moment. “They’re intimidating…and overwhelming…and scary…” I let the words tumble out of my mouth involuntarily and I watched Vi nod, as if I confirmed for her something she already knew. “But not you though, Vi! You’re not like that, I enjoy being around you, just not other ones.” I hoped that would explain myself a bit better. “You’re the exception, you’re not like other Giants. You’re a lot better than the ones I’ve met.”

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I felt my breath pause in my chest at how Cain spoke about my people. I wanted to approach the conversation lightly though, not jump to any conclusions. “I mean, not all other giants are bad, you know? There are a lot of really nice giants-” I was cut off by Cain who continues “Yea but they are few & far between. On the whole, they tend to be a lot less…tolerant and more threatening than humans are. I mean c’mon, I was literally kidnapped by a giant at the party, how much more confirmation do I really need?” 

I couldn’t argue his personal experience, so I opted to let it go. “Yea, I suppose you’re right.” I forced a smile, but felt the wind being knocked completely out of my sails, knowing Cain sees giants as a whole, negatively. My mind drifted into wondering how much of that applied to me.

Once dinner was over & Cain was sufficiently stuffed, I watched as he laid back in his chair and sighed with satisfaction. “I wish I had more stomach, because I don’t want to stop eating!” He laughed, but held his stomach in pain from just laughing; he was so full “Ow..” I couldn’t help but laugh at him a little bit, but I appreciated how much he enjoyed the food. “I hope you didn’t make yourself sick, because we still have a movie to watch. Which, by the way, what are you in the mood for? Comedy, horror, action?” I suggested a few genres to make the decision easier. I stand, taking our plates & Cain’s half eaten calzone along with the two others he didn’t even touch to wrap up for him. “I left a DVD album on the coffee table, take a look and see what you might like.” I call out as I wash up the dishes & get the kitchen in order. 

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I stood, no, wobbled to the album that Vi mentioned, using all my strength to flip it open to reveal a plethora of movie choices. “I thought you weren't a movie buff!” I call out as loud as I can, hoping she can hear me. Luckily she did “I’m not, I like movies but I couldn’t care less about the actors!” She laughs and I understand where she is coming from with that sentiment, I felt very similarly. I looked at the options & landed on a superhero movie, one from Marvel Comics. “Are you secretly a nerd, Vi?” I ask as I gently pull the DVD out from its sleeve, feeling Vi walking back over to me. She looks at the movie I’ve chosen: ‘Ant Man.’ Vi smiles “You can call me a nerd if you want, I call it having excellent taste.” Her hand takes my place in sliding the DVD from its sleeve and lifts it above my head, going to the TV and pushing the disc in. Vi sits on the couch behind where I stood on the coffee table with a remote, pushing ‘play.’ As the opening credits roll, she looks to me “Any preference on where you want to sit?” she asks me, pulling a bean bag from her pocket. “You can sit anywhere you’d like.” 

“With you” is what I wanted to say, but couldn’t work up the nerve to. I see the beanbag and notice how it looked like a softball in her hand, almost laughably small. “I can-uh-take the beanbag?” I asked, pointing to it. Vi holds it up “Anywhere in particular?” she asks and this made me think about it. I decided to take the chance “What about on the back support of the couch?” I would be immediately next to Vi that way. “You know, for a better view of the movie.” I explained away, even though she didn’t ask. I felt my palms become sweaty. Vi lowered the bean bag in her palm, offering me a ride “Hop on” she instructed & without thinking or second guessing myself, I jumped into the beanbag that sits in her palm, landing on my back into the plush chair like a pile of leaves. Vi catches me with ease and I realize how childish it was to just throw myself into the beanbag, but it was my first instinct seeing it, I didn’t think about it. I looked up & behind me to see Vi’s amused face as she lifts me closer to her, my stomach dropping from the elevation.”Sorry” I said with embarrassment lacing my words as she places me on top of the back support of the couch. I was comfortable in the beanbag, but I was more impressed with the view. Just like when Vi had lifted me in her bedroom, everything looked normal & to-scale to me. I liked being up here, it felt like I fit into her world just a little more. 

My train of thought was derailed when Vi sat next to me, her neck & head being level with me. She looks at me, our faces being closer than they ever had been before. I couldn’t help but stare with a dopey smile on my face. I can feel the wind of her breathing through her nose on my hands and feet. I can feel the backrest shift against her weight as she becomes comfortable. I notice the reddish highlights that naturally dance in her hair, now that a bit of it is spilled onto the backrest. It looked soft & well kept, I wanted to touch it, run my fingers through it, but I knew that wouldn’t be appropriate. 

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Cain’s words rang in my head throughout the movie about how Giants were scary & intimidating. I tried keeping a smile on my face for Cain’s sake & my own, hoping it would lighten my mood. When I was able to sneak a look at him, he seemed content and happy, which helped me be at ease as well. Although he may have stated I was the exception to the rule of Giants being overwhelming, I didn’t want to push that line. I didn’t even try to suggest that we sit closer to each other, fearing I would be doing exactly what frightens him. This arrangement was fine, I am going to be fine with this. I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. As the movie played, Cain made commentary the entire time. “Scott should just be big the entire time, he can just crush his enemies, he doesn’t even need to fight them!” At a particularly intense scene, where Antman is shrunken & stuck in a tub, Cain pipes up when Antman’s friend comes stomping into frame “Vi, look, that’s what you look like from my perspective!” He jokes, but I felt a pang of hurt in my chest, which forces me to remain quiet as we watch Scott being washed away by the flow of water from the faucet. 

Once the movie was over, I felt dejected and tired. I had hoped I would have walked out of tonight feeling closer to Cain, but it feels like my eyes have been opened to this impenetrable wall between us. I felt monstrous when Cain pointed out how much I eat. He thought I didn’t notice how he looked away when I would take bites. My thoughts were confirmed when Cain said Giants were overwhelming & scary. I didn’t feel like an exception to the rule when Cain mentioned how I look from his perspective when we watched the movie. All these instances were swimming around in my head, adding bricks to the wall I feel separating us. I felt too big for him & like I took up too much space. All of it is punctuated by the confirmation of how Cain views me & my people. Once the credits rolled, I looked to Cain who was relaxed in the bean bag, eyes drooping. “That was a cool movie” he remarks with a yawn & stretch. “Thanks for having me over though Vi, this was fun.” 

Although I don’t think I had as much fun as Cain did, it still warmed me to know that he enjoyed his time here nonetheless, despite his comments. Without a word I offered him my open hand “I think I want to turn in, too.” I say to him, suggesting that he go home. Cain sits up, taking his time to let the blood flow back into his legs. Once comfortably in my palm, I slowly get up, keeping Cain lower than I normally would out of pure reflex, to avoid overwhelming him. I grab his leftovers from the coffee table & I am quick to get him to his door, watching him depart from my hand. “Thanks again for dinner, it was fantastic! I am glad to be enjoying it for the next few days too.” I smile “Glad you had a good time..” I offer a small wave as he exits into his door & out of my unit. When the door closes behind him, I feel the rush of emotion I had been suppressing for the last few hours, wash over me. I felt tears pricking at my eyes as I stared at the white door. I felt the hot tears trickle down my face as the feeling of disappointment washed over me for what I can now see, is a relationship that will never be. 

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Absent in the spring.

paring: q!wilbur x fem!reader (+ platonic q!philza x fem!reader)

summary: a small vacation to Phil’s beach house causes you to finally break down.

authors note: a follow-up to this fic but you don’t really have to read it. some more q!wilbur angst for you guys because I miss wilbur and tullulah content! also i made it so chayanne and tallulah talk in this lets just pretend the eggs are the human-dragon hybrids that are in fanart bc thats how i see them!

warnings: a little angsty sorry, hurt-comfort, happy end, not 100% following qsmp lore, unedited! please ignore any mistakes!

“how are you holding up?”

Phil’s voice pulls you out of your trance from fidgeting with the blades of grass next to your tucked legs.

You bring your gaze up from the lush green and watch on as Chayanne and Tallulah play tag a few feet away in the field behind Phil’s beach house.

The past month had been weary as you waited for your husband to return from his tour. Days stretched on though you kept going despite that dread in your chest of missing him.

Phil had noticed you seemed less like yourself as the month went on. You were sleeping less, and getting stressed. When he came over to help you take care of Tallulah yesterday he saw how defeated you looked while trying to keep a brave face for your daughter.

Being in an empty house wasn’t fun for anyone, especially when it was too dangerous to go outside on the server alone. So, Phil invited you out to escape that empty feeling, just for a while at least. A walk and boat ride later, you were now sat beside the man with his legs crisscrossed while he munched on avocado toast.

You had shrugged plainly to his question. Fine? Okay? you didn’t know…

Squeals and giggles erupted in your ears as you watched Tallulah finally tag a breathless Chayanne, who had gotten tired of running away from his sister and let her have a turn at the one being chased. Her little legs barely kept up with her taller older sibling as he quickly regained energy.

You couldnt help the smile that was brought upon your lips. Happy they were having such a good time together, being normal for once and not sheltered from the horrors of the server that was trying to harm them every moment. They needed this time, to be care free. To be kids.

You and Phil chuckled at their antics. Though It made your heart break thinking about Wilbur being absent. He wasn’t here to hear the sounds of his daughter's sweet giggles as she played blissfully in the tall grass. To see how she was getting along with everyone, making sure they were happy and cared for.

Wilbur hadn’t sent you a letter in a week. You understood he was busy with tour, you didn’t expect him to have much time to sit and write but your worst agitations were coming true.

The disappointment was settling in each time you would go to the mailbox by the door- you and lullah had spent a day painting and decorating to your liking, with splotches of colors and your names painted across in not-so-straight letters- it would be empty with no sign of even being open since the previous morning.

“I miss him,” you say suddenly to Phil, whose gaze shifts away from the kids to you. You keep your eyes locked on them, fearing that meeting his eyes would make you finally break down into the tears you were holding back for so long.

Phil brings his hand onto your shoulder, a simple symbol of comfort.

“Awe mate, I miss him too.” he said warmly. “he’ll be back soon, im sure of it.”

Swallowing the lump building in your throat, you were so glad you had Phil there for you in these moments. Tallulah had done a good part cheering you up but sometimes you needed a real talk.

"I thought I could do this on my own but-" you choke. "I need him, Phil. He's missed so much and I can't help but think he's gonna feel guilty for not being there for her, or for me."

You let yourself break down in-front of your father in-law finally letting go of everything you’d been holding onto the past month and a half.

Phil placed his hand on your back in support as you sobbed into your hands. The aching pain in your forehead with the slight headache building, the chest pangs told you this cry was long over due.

A tap on your shoulder brings your head out from your knees. You lift your eyes to see Chayanne standing over you, his hand stretched out with a simple white flower pinching between his little fingers. His eyes held nothing but innocence as he looked down on you solemnly. He did not understand why you were so distraught, nor did he care, he just wanted to aid you in any way that he could.

"Please don't cry, Tia Y/N," his voice was small but sympathetic, making your heart sink.

Phil looked so proud in that moment, to see his son come over to aid you with comfort made him perceive he was doing something right in raising a child for once.

Taking the flower from Chayanne, he immediately crouched down to give you a tight hug around your shoulders. Surprised but grateful, you began silently crying as another pair of little arms joined the embrace - you knew it was Tallulah. Finally, you allowed yourself to let go and broke down into tears, feeling their tight embrace.

You were so glad you had these kids. Though they didn’t understand your behavior entirely there was no judgement, only care.

“For what it's worth Y/N, you have us and we will always take care of you both.”

Of course, you knew that. Phil had always been there for you since you first met him. He took his role as a father to everyone very seriously.

“thank you for bringing us here Phil, we really needed this.” you breathe as the kids pulled away from you. Phil gives you a smile of understanding.

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A few hours passed as you all sat on the dock, watching the last glimmer of daylight fade away over the water - casting a golden glow. Phil suggested a campfire to roast marshmallows. Tallulah and Chayanne were already running off excitedly to gather various sticks to help. Once the fire was going, you all sat together on the sand telling stories, laughing, and enjoying each other's company.

The hole in your heart was healing, and the weight on your chest lifted. You realized that even though life was rough and unpredictable, having a supportive family was what mattered, and you felt content and at peace.

You saw the others smiling, knowing the shared bond was enough.

That night you all slept at the beach house, and for the first time in a month, neither you nor Tallulah had a nightmare.

The journey the following day back to Phil’s was thankfully uneventful. Mostly just shenanigans between the two children. Collecting things like leaves for the scrapbook you and Tallulah were making for Wilbur, documenting all your adventures. Chayanne running ahead to deal with any monsters who dare cross your path.

Upon seeing the tiny house with a fenced yard, you all went your separate ways. As you opened the gate to the yard, the tall purple trees and the various flowers made you miss the tiny home.

Tallulah seemed happy to be back and automatically tried dragging you to see her turtles before you could close the gate. You asked her to be patient while you brought your bags inside.

Walking up to the front door, you heard a crash from inside and you froze. You instantly reached for your sword laying on your hip. Tallulah saw this as a warning and she quickly cowered behind your legs. Preparing for the worst, it could be anyone behind the door. Charlie looking for food, (since he was living near your house in a shed last you heard.) Quackity looking to start another fight about parenting. Or worse the code monster could’ve shown up again to take Tallulah from you.

You would die before that would happen.

Tallulah clung to your legs as you quietly unlocked the door and pushed it open. You gazed down at her and saw her worried eyes.

“If something happens I need you to teleport to abuelito and Chayannes to warn them okay?” You spoke to her firmly in hushed tones, being careful. Tallulah showed you the tiny purple stone for a quick getaway and indicated she understood.

The house was exactly as you left it, except for the suitcase and guitar bag resting against the sofa, which made you frown. Then realization settled in and a gasp escapes you.

Was he here?

Or was this another trick?

As you lowered your sword, you heard someone rustling down the ladder. The wood creaked with every step as the person in the yellow sweater came into view. With round glasses leaning down his nose, fluffy hair, and long limbs, you’d know him anywhere.

Wilbur felt relief wash over him as he stopped midway on the ladder and saw you staring at him in disbelief. as if he were a ghost. It pained him slightly. You couldn’t believe it.

Wilbur was back.

Tallulah peeked out from behind your legs and the tiny gasp she let out when she saw Wilbur. She ran into his arms and cried out;

"Papa!"

Wilbur grinned as his tearful daughter ran towards him. He scooped her up in a tight embrace as you watched, tears streaming down your own cheeks. He held her swinging back and forth gently trying to hush her cries. She was so happy to finally see him again. You had never seen such a wonderful sight of the two people you loved the most in this world.

“I missed you so much Tallulah!”

Wilbur rested his head on Tallulah’s and smiled sideways at you and reached out his arm. Without hesitation, you dropped your sword, which clanked loudly on the ground, and you rushed into his embrace.

You bury your face in his neck, holding onto his scent, his body, his everything. Never wanting to forget how he felt and sounded. Tears stream down your face, drenching his sweater, but you don't care. This time, they flow out of love and happiness, not frustration or sadness.

You all cried and held onto each other for dear life.

“I missed you so, so much my love,” he coos in your ear causing you to choke out a laugh. After missing his voice for months you were so elated to hear it again.

Wilbur sniffled as he squeezed you both tightly in his arms, never wanting to let go.

“I’m here my girls, and I am never gonna leave you again,” he whispers.

This was home.

End

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Frustration and tears

Summary: Your ex doesn't leave you alone.

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki.

Warnings: some cursed words, insecurities, obsessive ex, harassment, stalker.

Masterlist

Izuku Midoriya

It was a normal day. You were just about to go back to the dorms with Uraraka when you saw your ex who just transfered from another hero school to class 1-B. You wanted to ignore him and continue your walk with your friend but be put a hand on your shoulder when you were next to him.

"Y/n. Are you going to ignore me now? After what was between us? Don't tell me you were so superficial." In that moment you thought you were about to cry. You didn't want to talk to him, to see him and to let him touch you after what he did so you jerked away from him and looked in his eyes. "You forgot you cheated on me with that girl? What do you want now? Leave me alone!" "What an attitude... No wonder she was better than you'll ever be. " That hit you hard. You shouldn't care about what he thinks. You know that he is a bully and won't leave you alone. You should know better than show him that he affected you but you did. And in that moment Izuku showed up.

"What is happening here? Leave her alone! You have nothing to do with her! " Izuku knew about your ex and didn't even care about being friendly in this situation. But your ex just looked at Izuku up and down. "He is your new boyfriend? I thought you had bigger standards. My bad. People like you can't have good people by their side. You are just a-" He didn't get to finish his sentence because Kendo punched him in the head with her big fist and immediately apologized on his behalf.

You and Izuku accepted the apology because it wasn't her fault that he had him as a classmate. So you two went back on your way to the dorms.

In the final your ex was kicked out by the director because that isn't a good character for a hero and he was a disappointment for all the students at UA.

When you heard that he got kicked out you were feeling a bit bad but not so much because you had your boyfriend next to you who didn't let you be alone in the next week just to be sure that you are alright. You got very lucky to have him in your life.

Katsuki Bakugo

You were fine. That was what you told you boyfriend when you first saw him. You were a bit creeped out by him but he couldn't get into your dorm or anything. He couldn't do anything to you. You were sure of it. Because who in the right mind would attack the girlfriend of Katsuki Bakugo? He is a ticking bomb.

But you couldn't be further from the truth. You were sleeping peacefully after a long day at UA when you felt someone shaking you. You were very disoriented but caught a glimpse of his hair that made you awoke instantly and freeze. He couldn't be here. What is he doing here? You were about to ask him but he was faster than you. "I missed you so much. I can't believe you are with that angry dude! Tell me you still love me!" "I don't." "Then if I can't have you no one can!"

Maybe you should've played along till you could tell your teachers. Maybe you wouldn't be in a hospital bed whit your angry boyfriend next to you if you did just that. But you were stupid. "I told you he was dangerous! But you didn't think that! How stupid are you? If I didn't come to you in time you could've died!" You would've said something back if you didn't saw the tears that were running down his face. You felt you heart tear apart. You were such an idiot for thinking you could deal with it yourself. "I'm sorry Kat. I was stupid. I will hear you out more often. But I'm fine now. So don't worry. I'll be back at UA fast enough." You talked for a bit longer till the nurse came and told you to sleep more to regain your energy and that you could talk to your boyfriend later. So you did just that. He took care of you through all your recovery and made you take it easy for a while too.

Your ex was caught by your teachers and send in jail for a long time for attempting murder. Your boyfriend wanted to go punch him but your teachers stopped him telling him that he was already taken care of by the heros.

And from then he made you promise is that you will tell him about things like this and he started to sleep in your dorm to keep you safe.

Shoto Todoroki

You were on the bathroom floor. You didn't want to see anyone right now. You know that you shouldn't care so much about the fact that your ex is texting you. But you can't take it anymore! You blocked him five times on five different numbers. You even changed your number one time but he found it again! You can't take it anymore! You wanted to tell Shoto about this but he just started to get along with his father again and you didn't want to burden him.

You were sure that Shoto will be home in 2 hours but you didn't realize how fast the time went and you woke up whit your boyfriend entering the house and calling for you to see if you are home.

You started to panic and tried to make yourself presentable and like you didn't cry. But Shoto started searching for you in the entire house till he saw the bathroom light and knocked on the door. "Are you in there Y/n? Are you ok?" The sound of his voice made you jump. How fast is he? "I'm f-fine. I will come out soon." You cursed yourself for sounding like that. Now for sure he is suspicious.

Shoto knew that you were crying now but didn't do anything and left you on your own to come to him when you are ready.

When you come out and went to the living room you saw Shoto on the couch just scrolling on his phone. When he heard you he got up and put his hands on his cheeks to look at your eyes that were still a bit swollen. "What happened? Who did this to you Y/n?" "No one... " "Y/n! Don't lie!" You wanted to continue lying but when you saw his eyes you couldn't. "My ex boyfriend is harassing me. He is sending me different texts and I tried to block him but he just gets a different number every time and when I tried to change it he found it again somehow." At this point you started crying again and Shoto hugged you. "Don't worry.. I'm here with you now. "

The next day Shoto went to his father and with his help he found the person and got him in prison. But you had no clue about this and were just surprised and confused why the texts stopped when you didn't block him again. Not yet. But it wasn't a bad surprise so you were very happy so you made Shoto his favorite for tonight.