#and the old blanket is so badly made that it takes a really long time because the yarn is like. all tangled up in itself

[jorvikzelda]

I finished the stripe B)

[rogueddie]

A Spot in My Life T | 953 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is keeping a spare sweater or blanket in the car because they always get cold

Steve Harrington is a bitch.

It's something that Eddie knew, all through high school, but he had thought that Steve had somehow became a new person- thanks to the Upside Down and constantly almost seeing the world end.

Steve isn't a bad guy, he can admit. He's still trying to keep an eye on everyone, make sure they're ok, even checking in with Eddie in his own way.

But he's very sly about it, hiding it being playful jabs, eye rolls and cocked hips.

It rubs him the wrong way. And it's only made worse by how much Eddie still likes him. It's as if the bitchiness only draws him in more, even as it makes his chest burn with irritation.

He tries to avoid Steve for as long as he can. He knows that finally befriending him like they both want will only end badly, but he knows he can't resist the temptation.

He enjoys the time before as much as he can, reveling in how often Steve will try to corner him so they can hang out, how much he whines and pleads and pushes. He enjoys the illusion that Steve could feel anything for him like he does for Steve.

And, when they finally do hang out, his fears are confirmed.

Steve is amazing. He's funnier than he comes across as at first too. He pays attention to what Eddie says and tries to get him anything he wants.

He's the type of friend that anyone would fight for, Eddie is sure. It explains how he ended up so popular in high school too.

If Eddie had known what Steve is truly like, he'd have been lining up for a scrap of his attention like everyone else.

"They're assholes," Steve explains, when Eddie finally asks about his old lackeys. "Tommy always took shit a step too far. I didn't need them. Probably shouldn't have befriended them in the first place."

"They were your friends," Eddie reminds him.

Steve sighs, leaning back. "Yeah, I guess. Just wish I'd realised sooner, how they were getting."

He never complains about the kids, not genuinely. In the quiet moments, when Steve is honest with an almost painful degree of vulnerability, he talks about how amazing the kids are. He talks about how honored he is to be friends with Dustin.

It only makes Eddies feelings inch ever closer to 'the L word'.

"You should talk to him," Robin suggests. "He really is amazing."

"I know, but... guys that are ok with lesbians still get weird about gay men, you know?"

"Yeah, but Steve isn't like that. Did he ever tell you the full story of how I came out to him?"

"It was after the Russian torture drugs, right?"

"We were in the bathroom, near the cinema. I thought we might have puked it all up, so we decided to test it, ask each other questions. So, I asked him if he was ever in love..."

"Oh... oh no."

"Oh yes. He liked me, told me so, and that's when I came out to him."

"Holy shit, Robin."

"But that's my point. He was a little surprised, sure, but he started making jokes, like, immediately. Didn't phase him at all. He got with it immediately. We're just friends, and that's not a problem for him."

Eddie groans, throwing his head back so it thumps into the wall behind him. "But that just makes him more hot!"

The story plagues his mind, to the point that it's the only thing he can think about when he picks Steve up for their next hang out.

In the dead of winter, Steve feels the cold worse than anyone else that Eddie knows. He runs hot, and the sudden temperature drops brings out the worse in him.

He's shivering when he climbs into Eddie's car.

"Fuck, why isn't your heating on?" He whines.

"It's broke," Eddie reminds him. "It's fine, don't worry."

"Don't worry? I'm gonna get hypothermia, Eddie! I don't want to turn into an ice sc- what is that?"

He takes the blanket that Eddie had reached back to grab, staring at it.

"It's a blanket."

"No shit, I mean... it's yellow."

"Yeah? You like yellow."

"You got this for me?"

"You see anyone else shivering in my van?"

"No, it..." Steve pauses, glancing at Eddie before slowly wrapping the blanket around himself. "Sorry, uh... thank you. This is, um, nice."

"it's nothing."

"It's not. Just- take the thanks, Ed."

"Alright, alright."

They're silent for the rest of the drive. It's so unusual for them that it has Eddie nervous, glancing at Steve every other moment.

When they finally pull to a stop, Eddie turns to Steve, who stays where he is. He stares out the front window for a moment, before turning to face Eddie.

"Are you alright?" Eddie asks.

"Yeah, I am. Enjoying the warmth."

"That all?"

"... yeah."

Eddie rolls his eyes. "You're a terrible liar."

"Wh- hey, I'm a good liar!" He tries to glare, but quickly backs down with a huff. "Alright, fine, but it's really sappy! Don't say I didn't warn you!"

"Oh, no, the horror."

"Shut up. I was just thinking about how, like... there's so many little things in your life that are for me. My tapes in your room, spare clothes in your closet, this blanket... I really appreciate it, man. You've made space for me in your life. It means a lot to me."

"Oh, right. That's... yeah. Of course, Steve. You're always welcome. I love- uh... spending time with you."

"Good. I love spending time with you too."

"Good."

"Great."

Steve's smile is wide and goofy. He's sure that his own is just as cheesy.

[byeolbeloved]

Letters to Cupid -Kang Yeosang

Pairings> soldier!yeosang x typist!reader

Genre> childhood friends to strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, use of flashbacks, slightly suggestive, setting takes place around 18th century

Summary> for centuries, women named cupids worked as typists to write letters on behalf of senders who couldn't write themselves. You were always the writer but never the receiver for a love letter, yearning to be picked up by a knight. What you didn't expect was for this knight to have a familiar set of eyes, only this time lost from the innocence they once had.

Words from pupa : This fic is inspired by the anime Violet Evergarden! Also note that the writings in small italics are meant to be flashbacks. I had so much fun writing this so I really hope you enjoy it <3 The picture is also fanart I made myself hehe so I hope you like that too ^^

The typewriter clicked away, following a warm melody of the woman reminiscing her adventures with the other piece of her that is now battling the screams and horror of man. The warm scenery of her words contrasted the thunderous roars outside. The weather had no mercy on lovers under the moonlight.

"Please tell him I love him and I'll always be waiting for him" the woman said glass eyed. 

She's a gorgeous woman, with light make up and well done hair, although judging from the purple under her eyes you can tell she's had restless nights, tearful even, by her pink nose that was already prominent as she walked through the door. 

You always thought about how hard it must be to have your lover be in the military. You've seen many cases of these couples working as a typist. You had at least 10 letters a day of women writing to their husbands on how badly they miss them, some not knowing their ashes have become part of the land they fight to protect. 

"He will appreciate this letter dearly, Elenor. I will make sure to send it out by Friday" you say with a smile embossing a wax seal on the letter.

"Oh thank you Cupid. I was never good at using the typewriter so when an old friend told me about you I practically came here as fast as I could. It's been a month since he's been away, we've never been separated for this long.." 

"It must be so hard for you both. He'll be just fine El... I see the love in your eyes, he'll come back to them"

Education was a privilege, hence the reason why so many people were illiterate. For centuries women named "Cupids" wrote letters on behalf of senders who weren't able to write to their loved ones themselves or simply didn't know how to express their emotions on paper. It started from a voluntary organisation but has now turned into a whole company, well known throughout the land. 

You were born into the world of literature. Your father was a writer and your mother was a book illustrator. Work being the opening chapter for their own love story. From the moment you were born, books heavily dominated your life. Literally. Because even from the scene of your birth, where your mother delivered you unexpectedly at the house you grew up in, you were wrapped in ripped pages from books- that being the first thing they could grab instead of a blanket at such a chaotic scene of panic. 

You grew up with your mother reading you books and you accompanied your father while he wrote. Although you loved literature, writing your own book wasn't something you saw yourself doing. You much preferred experiencing a realistic event rather than coming up with a story, which is why you fell in love with this job.

You get to write true emotion while hearing another person's story and relationships. And you were clearly good at portraying what people wanted to express as you had tons of people personally asking for you to write for them.

Love; a topic you could rant on and on about. You dreamt about being picked up by a knight, running away from reality just to intertwine in each other's soul.  

However, you weren't such a hopeless romantic as you were very selective with the guys you talked to, let alone dated. No one has ever made you feel like a princess getting saved by the prince. Maybe reality isn't like the books, however, you felt that there must be someone in this lifetime who could make you feel like that.

The night was dark. Dark as the swelling wave of the ocean before the rising winds, when it bends its head near the coast. Rain fell hard against the concrete floor and the wind was so sharp it could cut you. 

The girl shut her eyes, trying to count sheep to calm her heartbeat but the sound of the rain only pictured her sheep drowning in the night alongside her.

"The rain won't get us here" spoke the boy, flashing her a smile that emphasized the pink red mark by his left eye. The red mark he told her was from a kiss from cupid after she pointed out how it looked like a heart. They were under the awning of a closed store.

"The rain is scary Yeosang" she frowned.

"It's only water" he held his hand out to the rain and let it get wet "see? I'm fine" 

"I know but I don't like the noises" 

"Then don't listen to the noises. You can just listen to me" he wiped his wet hand on the side of his pants and grabbed onto hers.

"I will protect you from the rain. I promise I will always hold your hand when it rains Y/N"

“Sorry I’m late, I just finished up with my last client for the day. Did I miss anything?” you place down your coat on the chair back.

“Only Jia swooning over mailman Tony again” Sakura chuckled while sipping her coffee.

“Seriously, when are you going to make a move? He might be single” Maya continued mouthful with a sandwich.

“Oh shush there shall be no romance at work. We have a business relationship and that’s how it’s going to stay. Now let’s get started with the meeting so we can head home before the weather gets worse.” Jia snaps and everyone hides their smiles at her shyness.

“Okay, this meeting is to just remind everyone about plans for next week. We will be accompanying commander Chan- everyone remembers him right? From last year. We will be writing letters for his unit, he has a different unit now. Make sure to pack warm clothes sinc-”

“Since there will be lower temperature in the North” Sakura and Maya said together in a monotone voice. “We’ve done this before Jia we knowww~” Sakura whines.

“Just relax and look out for the hot single soldiers” Maya giggles to Sakura who is now poking at Jia’s side.

“Business! This is business guys! We're going there for work. Plus, these hot guys are depending on us to bring back their messages to their families. No fooling around” Jia makes clear.

Once a year your team will visit military camps to write for soldiers. You’re usually there for 3 days excluding travel. Apart from some of the men being touch starved and looking as if they’ve never seen a woman in their life- most of them are really nice. Last time they even set out a mini farewell and thank you party before your departure.

The crisp sound of snow beneath your feet and cold sensation on your nose definitely woke you up from your nap on the way here. It actually felt quite nice, your surroundings bright from the white snow despite the sun not yet risen and the cold air felt like a splash of water to your face in the early morning. All nice except for the sound of Sakura and Maya’s whines from how their boots weren’t fit for the snow. This is exactly why Jia spent so much time whining about clothing. 

The soldiers shared cabins or tents. You girls too got your own cabin to share- unfortunately quite small so you’ll have to put up with Maya’s snores throughout the night, however big enough for the 4 of you. The main area had its own cabin. That’s where the soldiers mostly hang out and eat. 

As you girls made your way to the main area, commander Chan introduced you to everyone. There seemed to be at least 40 men in there, thankfully all divided into units so it was easier to organise when you’ll be working with who. 

Everyone gave you a warm welcome. You girls spent the first hour chatting with some of them, or you could say flirting for Maya and Sakura, before going into your cabin and unpacking your stuff.

Everyone was really sweet. Two soldiers, a long haired guy with a mole under his eye and another slightly taller than him with a dorito-like physique showed you around the area and let you know the schedule for breakfast, training and lunch. The area was quite open, you could see yourself getting comfortable here as it was very quiet. However, during all this you felt a pair of eyes on you. Though looking around you never saw anyone who could be staring.

“Slow down Yeo! It’s really rocky here” the little girl pants, trying to keep up with the energetic boy in front of her. He’s practically waddling like an excited maltese dog that’s about to get a treat.

“Just a little more, come on!” he grabs onto her hand speeding up her steps, now reaching his pace.

The two youngsters reach the top of the hill, overlooking the dazzling sight of flowers in different shapes and colours spread out across the field. 

The girl lets out a gasp eyes sparkling “This is… what you wanted to show me?”

“What do you think?”

“Yeo this is…. Beautiful” her eyes scan across the field, completely forgetting the distant yelling from her mom she was worrying about 15 minutes ago from why she took so long to get back home after school. 

“It’s gorgeous” says the boy, but he’s not looking at the scenery of flowers. He’s looking directly at her. Swimming in the ocean of her sparkling eyes reflecting the warm colours from the sunset. 

You are gorgeous he thought to himself.

The day was busy. Each unit who was on their breaks got their letters done and even though it was only day one, you managed to get lots done already. It was already pitch black outside and everyone was already tucked into their cabins.

Maybe you were still in work-mode but your body had no intentions to rest as you couldn’t stop tossing and turning in your bunk bed so you decided to take a step outside. You walked over to a corner with bright pink flowers contrasting the white snow, standing tall and so youthful.

“So beautiful…” you whispered, crouching to touch the soft pedals. They look like they have just bloomed. 

“Cyclamen” a deep voice from behind you startles you, letting out a light yelp from you as you turn around quickly. Your yelp almost turns into a loud gasp as you quickly identify the figure owning that deep voice. 

His hair is a light chocolate brown, long enough to be tucked behind his ears but not in a I haven’t thought about cutting my hair type of way- it was well maintained. He was taller than you but not enough so that you’re practically looking up. His body was clearly fit, arm muscles very prominent even from his camo print thick jacket. His skin was pale. So pale it looked like milk. So pale it emphasized the pink mark by his left eye.  

Kang Yeosang.

You had no doubt this was the same boy who used to have thick pitch black hair, sometimes patchy bangs from the self haircut his sister used to give him. The same boy who looked at everyone with sparkly eyes and clapped his hands together when he laughed. 

This was your Kang Yeosang.

“Those flowers are Cyclamen” he said expressionless, hands in his pockets. 

You don’t know if it's the cold air drying your eyes or your overwhelming emotion but you start to feel tears forming, so hot and full of sentiment they almost burn your skin. “Yeosang…?” you whisper but it comes out shaky. 

“They mostly bloom in cold weather” he says, still in the same stance.

“Are there any more flowers around here?” you sniffle out tilting your head.

“I’ve seen snow roses around here before. Would you like to see them with me someday?”

“I’d love to” you said with a smile, now earning a smile from him.

He takes his hands out of his pockets and steps closer to you, pulling you into a hug which you gracefully accept, your arms latching around his neck almost a bit too tight. 

“Hello Y/N” and that's your breaking point. You start sobbing into his chest muffling out I miss yous to which he responds with a hand on your head, caressing it gently. 

“I’m here”

The walk was quiet and heavy. Each step representing minutes lost from each other.

The girl is the first to break the icy silence “can’t you wait at least till next year? We just graduated”

“Y/N this isn’t my choice to make, I don’t have any other choice. It’s what I’m supposed to do” the boy says against his wishes.

“When will I be able to see you again?” the girl now looks at him glass eyed.

“I don’t know” he lowers his head but quickly looks at her holding her hand. “Hey, no matter how long it will take, I will always be here, yea? I promise Y/N”

“Please don’t break that promise Yeo..”

The following days you and Yeosang were practically glued together when you had the time. You caught up on each other's life events and even reminisced about your childhood together. It was almost like you were kids again, except you noticed how serious Yeosang is now.

You don’t expect him to have that same innocence as he had when you were younger. He’s a grown man now and also a soldier. Not a particularly happy go lucky type of job. However, apart from teeth smiles while covering his mouth with his hand, you haven’t heard him laugh yet. You missed it. You missed the days when you both ran around giggling at any little thing. Is that boy you loved, lost?

“But yea, let’s just say leaving a half opened can of soup in a tent for 2 weeks isn’t a great idea” he scratched his head and lightly chuckled.

You laughed at his stories with his cabinmates. So far he has only told you about silly fun stories with his friends, apart from him explaining the basic routine of what they do in training. You were glad he was able to make fond memories as a soldier, especially since you knew how nervous he was joining the military.

But something about you knew that wasn’t all. Has he really been doing well? What about the times he's been in battle? Has he been greatly injured before? Broken a bone maybe? Does he miss his family?

Did he ever think about you?

“Yeo…” you placed your spoon down. The main cabin was far too loud for both of you to have a conversation so you and him chose to stay in his tent for breakfast and dinners. His cabinmates barely stayed there unless it was for sleep so you had all the privacy you wanted. 

“How are you? Really”

“I’m doing well”

“No Yeo, I mean about everything. Do you like it here? Don’t you miss home?”

“Home? Well… Mom occasionally sends letters, I’ve visited sometimes but travel is so long I’d only have a day with them till I have to come back so… I’ve stopped visiting.” How long has it been since he’s had a home cooked meal?

“This definitely isn’t luxury heh, but I’m used to it Y/N. Don’t worry about me, I know what I’m doing here”

“Do you ever think about… me? Us?” immediately his gaze softens to your words. This is probably the first time you’ve seen a genuine expression on his face since being here. His hand is gently placed on your thigh and he brings his face closer to you. 

“Of course Y/N, I told you I’ll always be here. I promised” his eyes burn into your soul and your gaze meets his birthmark. Your finger moves by itself and goes to gently touch it.

“I don’t see you anymore Yeosang… everything is so different”

“I know. It’s hard. This is all very hard but we are going to work this out Y/N” 

Your faces are so close together you can practically taste his breath. His eyes land to your lips and for a second you could see the pupils of his eyes grow. He slowly breaks the space between you and you close your eyes, expecting to feel a touch on your lips  until he breaks off the moment with a whisper “I want to write a letter.”

“I don’t understand thissssss~ let’s just take a break” 

“We’ve already taken 2 breaks. Here, I started the first step for you, now remember what we did for question 6, it’s basically the same thing” the boy hands her the sheet of paper.

“Yeo I appreciate your help but maybe this is a sign from god that I should just give up on Math” the girl slouches on her seat kicking her feet.

“Math isn’t that hard, you just need to focus. Now come on we still have 5 pages left.”

“5 PAGES!? I might as well throw myself off the window” 

“If you finish this in the next hour” he leans in close to her ear “I might give you a kiss” he leans back to his chair with a smug look on his face.

You’d think the girl wore face paint on her face from the deep red that was now formed. Without a word she picks up a pencil and writes away on her paper. 

“Damn you Yeosang”

Some people get frustrated with slow walkers in front of them, slow drivers or even someone talking way too calmly, but the way Yeosang is working the typewriter makes you want to snatch it from him and do the job yourself.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to write the letter for you?” 

“It’s fine I got this” he continues on with his slow pace.

“Who are you writing that letter to anyway?”

“Just someone”

“Who is just someone?”

“A person I know”

 “Who is this person you know?”

“You don’t know them”

“Pleaseee Yeooo~” you lean in closer to him “I’ll give you a kiss if you tell me who” you giggle remembering his little tactic he used to use on you in school.

“Mmmm I’ll think about it” you huff in frustration and he laughs. 

He laughs. 

Your worries of losing the boy you loved dearly completely vanished as you finally see that innocent boy back. His laugh sounded like the doorbell of a childhood house, where kids would run to see if daddy is home. The last bell ring at school, when kids ran home to show mommy what they drew. The sound of the ice cream truck song amplifying as it rolled up from down the street. The clicking sound of riding your first bike, parents cheering in the background for balancing without training wheels.

He sounded like childhood and you felt like a child again. 

In what felt like forever, Yeosang finished his letter. Sealing the paper into an envelope ready to be read by this mystery person you so badly wanted to know. 

“Okay I’ll take it and make sure to send it out. Make sure to write the address.” you reach your hand out but he doesn't move.

“Oh no I want to keep it”

“What?”

“I want to keep the letter.”

“What do you mean? Don’t you want to send it to that person?”

“Not yet.”

 “We can withhold it and send it at any given time you want”

“It’s fine, I’ll send it myself”

Him protecting this letter made you even more curious as to who it was for. Surely he didn’t just write something for fun. Who was this friend? Was it a girl? Or possibly a lover? Surely not. Especially not when he almost just kissed you a while ago. 

He promised. You’re just overthinking. Right?

It was your last day with the soldiers. You only had a couple of letters to finish and by nightfall you and the girls were set off to travel back home. Absolute no bone in your body wanted to go back home. This meant being separated from Yeosang again and you weren’t ready to let him go yet, you only just reunited with him.

“Y/N, you have a visitor waiting” Maya points to the door, only to see Yeosang waiting for you. 

“I have a few more letters to write th-” you’re shushed by Maya when she lightly shoves you out of the room “Don’t worry, we got this, you go enjoy your last moments with lover boy” she whispers the last part although Yeosang surely heard judging by the way he looked away.

“Ooo he’s a shy lover boy too” Maya says before closing the door, you can still hear her giggles through the wall as you’re now left alone with Yeosang.

“Shall we go?” he quietly says. 

“Yeah, where are we going?” 

“You’ll see”

The two of you slowly walk side by side, occasionally bumping the sides of your arms. There isn’t much talking but the silence is comfortable. Almost too comfortable that you forget this is the last time you get to examine his features before the final goodbye for god knows how long it will be again.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when Yeosang hands you a big white flower, a snow rose. “This is the snow rose I told you about” he said with a smile gently handing it over to you.

“Yeos-”

“Marry me Y/N”

What.

Time stops for a second. A long second. Even the birds stop chirping and the wind halts. You aren’t sure what just happened but your heart knows for sure that it’s a big deal as it beats so hard, destined to break out of you and reach his own, intertwining with his and merging into one. 

“What did you say?” you mutter quietly.

In contrast with your tone, Yeosang is confident. His chin is up high, shoulders back and there's a look in his eyes that show no sign of hesitation. 

“I want you to marry me Y/N” he takes a step closer, and another, and another, till you’re now backed up into the rough surface of a tree.

“I’m going to make this work, I’ll find a way to leave this place if I have to but Y/N, I can’t let you go again.” he cups your face gently and swipes his thumb across your cheek “I’m done keeping promises and making you wait, I want to be with you Y/N, only you” he rests his forehead against yours.

“Come home to me Yeosang” you breathe onto his lips before locking them together. 

Your lips dance together so full of passion and need it almost feels as if your bodies are intertwining into one. You feel his small smile through the kiss as you deepen it, locking your hands in his hair while his explores the sides of your body.

Cold air hits your belly as he lifts up your shirt to slide his hand against your skin, caressing your chest. If you weren’t so lost in the kiss you would have noticed that he was practically spelling his name across your chest with his hand movements.

Remembering that you both need to breathe, he’s the first to break the kiss. You’re both a panting mess but he manages you let out a chuckle “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Yes in every language Yeosang. I will marry you” you smile out taking in his lips once again.

You asked for a rose, but Yeosang gave you a whole garden.  

Two years later

“Tell me Cupid, what should I tell her? I’m so scared. What if she’s waiting for another man?” the man from across you says, blowing his nose into his now 8th tissue in the past 10 minutes.

“Sir Walker, you clearly love her right?”

“Yes! Oh heavens more than anything, I-I’d kill for her, I’d crawl on my knees for he-” he sighs taking a breath “I don’t imagine a life without her”

“Then fight for her” you say softly.

“She’s lands away from me Cupid! How will I be a man to her if I cant even reach for her?”

“Make that happen. You said you would kill and crawl for her. Put actions to your words Sir Walker and show her you love her. You are living in the same lifetime, right here, right now, don’t regret your choices and lose her. She needs to see you fight for her” 

The man breaks down but looks up at you again, composing himself before saying “Have you experienced love Cupid?”

“Everyone experiences love. If not now, one day, just as you wait for love, there is another person waiting for the same. Everyone has someone awaiting them” you softly smile. 

“I’ll do it. Tell her I’m coming to get her. I’m not sure when but from today onwards, she will be my focus” the man lets out a broken smile. Broken yet mendable.

“She will be waiting for you Sir Walker” you say before typing away, a paragraph that awaits a new chapter for the couple.

Your night ends with that heartfelt love story. You hope the best for the couple and your heart nearly breaks with his as you also can’t help but think about your person you are waiting for. 

The weather outside is mean. Almost in hopes of drowning man in its rage. The thunder roars and you’re left counting sheep in your head- something you’ve been doing ever since you were a kid to calm down. 

As you’re walking out of the building Jia calls you from behind “Y/N you have a letter!”

She runs up to you and hands you the letter. “Who is this from?” you ask as you’ve never received a letter before. 

“Hm not sure” she looks into a room, clearly distracted by something, or someone as you look at the direction only to see the famous mailman who has been working here years before you joined the company- Tony.

“Um yea I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N I gotta go, bye! Let me know who that letter is from!” she says from a distance practically skipping her way to Tony,

You don't get the chance to even reply to her before she's gone. You look at the letter and there is no address to indicate where it was sent from, which could only mean this letter must have been dropped off by the sender here at the company.

You walk out the building, still sheltered from the awning covering you. Your steps are heavy, unable to move.

It's fine Y/N let's take this slow you thought to yourself deciding to just stand there for a while before making your way home.

You curiously open the letter and start reading it;

Dear Y/N,

How are you? I am writing this letter to you while you are right next to me. I hope you’re not mad about almost kissing you and asking to write a letter instead. It’s just that I wanted to capture my feelings towards you at this given moment, so we can hopefully both look back at this letter.

You asked me if I liked it here. I don’t. I hate the feeling of knowing every movement I make can be my last, and that I won’t be able to say my final goodbye to you. I hate that I go to sleep at night, responsible for another lost man from his lover. I wish I could be able to come home from work and tell you about my day. But what can I tell you? About how many screams I heard? How bloody my hands are after every battle? 

You asked me if I think about you. My answer is yes. Painfully yes. I always think about what you could be doing at any time. If you found yourself love. I worry everytime it rains, do you have anyone to hold your hand during thunderstorms? I force myself to repeat your voice in my head because I’m so afraid of forgetting what you sound like. I always remember about the day I took you to the flower field. You looked so beautiful in that moment. So everytime I find a flower, I make sure to stop and admire it, pretending it’s you. Because to me, you are far more beautiful than any flower out there. 

I will come home to you Y/N. I promised I would be there. I promised to hold your hand. And I will fulfil my promises, even if it means fighting for my life. 

Wait for me my love.

Love,

Yeosang. 

“Damn you Yeosang” you chuckled out, a crack in your voice causing tears to slip out. You look up to the sight of the man in reason for these tears. He’s still wearing his uniform, hat covering half his face. He seems to have gotten bigger in physique too. He drops his hat and you smile widely at the sight of his birthmark, now holding smiling eyes.

“It’s raining” he said, reaching out a hand “I’m here to hold your hand.”

You completely ignore the extended hand and crash your body into his for a tight hug. An embrace with no chance of him slipping out. 

“You came home” you said into his chest.

“I came to stay” 

“And to hold my hand” 

“And to hold your hand” he laughs out.

Yeosang was your childhood. Yeosang is your home.

[sturniolo-rat]

Tattoos and Massages Part 1

Christopher Sturniolo X Reader

Part 2

A/N: My first work “A Very Matt Morning” is doing really well and so is my Nick NSFW ABC post so I thought I would treat the Chris girlies today😌

Contains: sugar daddy!chris🤑, fluff💕

TW: mentions of having absolutely $0

In which Chris lotions up y/n’s back tattoo and it turns into a happy ending massage.

It’s Friday night, and Y/N is on her way to the house her boyfriend Chris shares with his two brothers. As a nanny for a lower-middle-class family with a two-year-old girl, Y/N makes just enough money to survive. She absolutely loves her job and little Juno, but Jesus Christ, she’s doing a lot of work. Y/N desperately needs a fun, childless weekend with her boyfriend. 

She knocks on the front door three times because people who ring doorbells are weird, and she is greeted by no one other than Matt Sturniolo. “What’s up, Y/N”

“Nothing much, man. Just looking to spend the weekend with my boyfriend.”

“Come on in, then. You know the way.” He gestures inside the house and then towards Chris’s room. 

Y/N doesn’t bother knocking and enters the room in a hurry to find and hug Chris. Their eyes meet, and she crashes into him with a strong embrace. “Oof, that’s a big hug, Mamas,” he says with a groan.

“Mhmm, missed you.” is all she says with her face buried in his chest. They hug for a long time, and Chris realizes they’re not really hugging; it’s more like he’s holding her as she lets go of the past week's stress. 

“I know you had a hard week. Was Juno a terror today, too?” he asks.

“No, I’m just worried about money, is all. They’re taking Juno on a trip, so I’ll be out of work for the next two weeks.” She hugs him harder, and he rubs her back softly.

“You’re alright, Baby, I’ve got ya.” 

They spend the rest of the night cuddling and bingeing “The Bear” on Hulu. She notices he has Hulu Plus the one without the commercials and she feels a twinge of sadness that she’s never had money to spend on luxuries like that. The show however is very good, and they watch until they fall asleep. 

Saturday morning, Chris makes sure to wake up before Y/N. Slowly rolling her head off of his chest he sneaks out of bed and heads to the kitchen to cook her breakfast. He knows she works hard for everything she has and he wants to show her that his love is something she doesn’t have to work for. He will always give it willingly; for her, it is the easiest thing to attain. She will never have to worry about money for as long as his heart beats. It perplexes him that she doesn’t know that. He will show her, but first, he has to start a perfect day of relaxation with breakfast in bed. She wakes to the sound of the smoke alarm and the smell of burnt bacon. “Fuck! Fuck! Guys, I’m sorry!” Chris shouts across the house. Y/N tosses the blanket to the side, but she hears the boys before her foot even touches the ground. 

“What the fuck!” Nick yells in the way he does. 

Matt comes out with a “Jesus fucking Christ! Turn it off!” 

Y/N wants absolutely no part in whatever’s going on. She reaches over to her airpods on the bedside table, puts them in, and turns on noise-canceling mode. Then she pulls her blankie back over herself. She really can’t be bothered with that mess.

The alarm turns off a few minutes later, and Chris enters the room cringing holding a plate of bacon, eggs, and pancakes… all burnt. She removes her airpods. “I made this for you.” he gives a sheepish smile. 

She tries to hold back a giggle “Oh, Babyboy, you shouldn’t have.” He sets the plate beside the bed and curls onto her lap. Y/N strokes his hair. “No, Boobie, don’t be sad I love love love the gesture!” She cups his face in her hands and brings his head up for a kiss on the nose. Chris takes pleasure in how delicate she is with him. Moments like this remind him why she works in childcare. She’s a nanny now but was born to be a mother. He wants so badly to one day help her become one. 

“You know what? It’s fine.” He pops up as hyper as ever. That’s Chris for you…actually, that’s ADHD for you, but it is what it is. “Because…” he says in a sing-song voice, “I have a very big day planned.” He proceeds to walk around the room gathering clothes for Y/N to put on, throws them at her, and says, “We’re taking a trip!” with the biggest smile she’s ever seen.

About 20 minutes later everybody is dressed, and an Uber is outside because he’s a silly ass who can't drive. “Where exactly are we going?” Y/N asks as they step into the car.

“That, my dear, would be a secret.” 

“Oh god. I hate surprises!”

“Well, technically, we’re not going to surprise you right now. I got excited and forgot that they were not open this early,” he admits, a bit embarrassed. 

“My question still stands. Where. Are. We. Going.”

He holds her hand to his mouth and kisses her knuckles “You and I are going shopping.” he pauses “Also you literally love surprises. So, shut up.”

She pulls her hand away upset. “You know I don’t have any…” he puts his hand over her mouth to silence her.

“And I don’t care because I am buying you everything.” 

She tries to refuse and talk him out of it the whole car ride, but he insists. They arrive at this Rodeo Drive-esque place, and Y/N is amazed at all of the fancy stores. Chris drags her into everyone he sees and physically has to force her to pick one thing for him to buy. After about the ninth store, she starts to have fun with it. By 2 pm she has a billion bags filled with everything she could possibly want and wants to head home. 

“Nope! Surprise is just down there.” He points to a tattoo shop across the street.

Y/N’s eyes widen, and she lets out a little shriek: “We’re getting tattoos!” She starts clapping and jumping up and down. “I have always wanted to get a tattoo!”

“I know, Baby, I know.”

She decides to get a large rose tattooed down her spine. It hurt like a bitch, and it still does when they arrive home. It’s very pretty, but it’s also very much an open wound. An hour later they’re in Chris’s room, and she’s ready to take the wrap they used to cover the tattoo off her back and wash it with antibacterial soap. She takes her shirt off, and Chris can’t help but stare at her soft breasts her nipples pebbling in the cool air. “Come help! I can’t reach my back!”

“I’m on it.” He gets up to stand behind her and gently peels off the plastic wrap. Her back is covered in dried blood dyed black with ink. He runs his hands down her sides landing at her hips. “You need a shower, Darlin.” He smiles to himself and whispers in Y/N’s ear “Let me clean you up.”

Oof, sorry, lads, smutty part 2 tomorrow, just like last time.

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[deceptibots]

"What I Can’t Go Back To" - Ratchet x Reader

Pairings -> Ratchet x Y/N

Warnings -> None

Genre/Theme -> yearning, longing, regret, homesickness and nostalgia

Note -> hiraeth (noun.): a deep feeling of yearning for something, someone or somewhere. A homesickness for a home you cannot return, a home which maybe never was, the lost places of your past, and a home you have never been.

The question is simple:

What does it take to feel at home?

Word count -> 1,275 words

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The base was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that crept in after a long day, settling over the halls like a heavy blanket. You sat at the corner of the common area, staring at the ration pack in your hands. Its sterile packaging was a perfect match for its contents: bland, lifeless, and unfeeling.

You weren’t hungry—not really. It had been a long time since eating felt like anything more than a necessity. A mechanical action to keep yourself going, like refuelling an engine. But today, the ache was sharper, cutting through the usual numbness with a painful clarity.

It wasn’t about the food. Not entirely. It was about what the food represented—or what it didn’t.

You let the ration pack fall to the table, its dull crinkling sound barely registering. Tears pricked at your eyes, hot and insistent, but you pressed your palms against them, willing them not to fall. Crying over food felt ridiculous, juvenile, but the ache in your chest didn’t care about logic.

The feeling wasn’t new—it had been there for months, maybe years. But tonight, it was louder. Louder than the hum of the base, louder than the echo of your boots in empty hallways. The ache was a siren’s call to memories you couldn’t escape, a longing for something you couldn’t recreate.

The ache wasn’t for a person, or even a place. It was for a taste, a smell, a memory. Something you couldn’t grasp in this barren, metallic environment.

You closed your eyes, and the memories came unbidden. The sound of your mother humming softly as she prepared a dish from memory, her hands moving instinctively as though guided by generations before her. The memories were like tiny pinpricks against your chest—some soft, some sharp. The truth was, your relationship with your mother had never been perfect. You’d clashed as much as you’d connected, and there had been times when you wondered if she loved you at all, or if you could love her in return.

And now? You could try to recreate those dishes, follow recipes to the letter, but they were never the same. How could they be? Food made by your own hands wasn’t the same as food made by hers. No matter how shaky your relationship with her had been, there was comfort in the familiarity of her cooking—a comfort you hadn’t known you’d need so badly until it was gone. Her hands had known the secrets of those dishes in ways that yours never would. The taste wasn’t just in the spices or the ingredients; it was in the years of repetition, the care she poured into every step, even when words failed between you.

It was in the smallest things—placing a perfectly arranged bowl of fruit on the table as a wordless apology after a fight, a gentle peace offering made of sweet and sour flesh that never required her to say she was sorry.

Food had been her way of showing love when everything else between you felt fractured. A silent connection that told you, I want you to have this piece of me, even if we can’t say it out loud.

It wasn’t just about your mother, though. It was the world she and others like her had built in the neighborhood where you grew up. You had lived on the edges of a culture recreated by those who had left everything behind, a blend of survival and memory. Families like hers had crossed oceans and borders for a better life, but they never left their old lives behind completely. You were part of a generation that lived in both worlds. The children of those immigrants who had grown up on the edges of the life their parents so desperately tried to recreate

Their shops spilled out onto sidewalks with bursts of color—bright displays of produce and spices piled high like miniature mountains. Every street corner seemed to hold the scent of frying dough, sizzling meat, or simmering broth. Festivals turned the ordinary into magic: strings of colorful lights draped over streets, stalls brimming with freshly made food that smelled like celebration itself. Sweet, sticky pastries that glistened under lanterns, savory bites wrapped in crisp leaves, steaming cups of broth that warmed you from the inside out.

You’d walk through the crowds with your old friends, voices blending into the joyful chaos around you. There was no need to explain why certain dishes mattered or what they symbolized; they already knew. Everyone understood without asking, sharing the unspoken connection that came from growing up in the same rhythm.

But here? Here, everything felt alien. Even when you weren’t alone, the silence that filled certain moments was deafening. The awkwardness of people not understanding references from your culture, their faces blank when you spoke about the things that had shaped you. Or worse, the feeling of shame creeping in when you tried to laugh off the collective hardships you and others like you had grown up with—because they didn’t understand, and you didn’t know how to make them.

You felt it in the silence that followed when someone asked what you missed most, and you didn’t have the words to make them understand. How could you explain that it wasn’t just a place, a person, or even a dish? It was the life woven through all of those things, a life that felt just out of reach, slipping further away with each passing day.

Being surrounded by new faces wasn’t inherently bad. You didn’t hate them, didn’t even dislike them. They were kind, generous, welcoming. But it wasn’t the same. You liked them, trusted them, but their understanding only went so far. Being with them wasn’t wrong—it just wasn’t right. It didn’t feel like slipping into the rhythm of something familiar. Instead, it felt like fumbling through an unfamiliar dance, your movements awkward and hesitant, unsure if you were doing it correctly. You missed the person you used to be, surrounded by people who shared your world.

A sob escaped before you could stop it, raw and broken. You buried your face in your hands, the weight of the memories—and the absence of them—pressing down like a stone.

“Y/N?”

The voice startled you. Deep, familiar, and laced with concern. You quickly wiped at your face, your palms brushing away the tears even as more threatened to fall.

“Hey, Doc,” you said, forcing a small smile as you glanced up. “What’s up?”

Ratchet frowned, his optics narrowing as he stepped into the room. His massive frame seemed almost too large for the small, empty space, yet his presence felt grounding.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice softer than usual.

“Nothing,” you said quickly, your voice wavering as you fought to keep your composure. But the tremble betrayed you.

“Y/N,” he said again, this time more firmly. He crouched slightly, his optics levelling with your gaze. “You’re not a very good liar.”

His words unraveled you. The walls you’d carefully built around this ache crumbled, and the tears you’d been trying so desperately to hold back began to fall freely.

“I miss home,” you whispered, your voice breaking on the words. “I miss… everything. The food, the smells, the way it felt to sit at a table surrounded by people who understood what it all meant.”

Your hands twisted in your lap, restless as you tried to put into words a longing that felt too big to describe. “It sounds so stupid. Crying over food. But it’s not just the food. It’s me. I feel like I’ve lost a part of myself, and I don’t know how to get it back.”

[ohbo-ohno]

omgomgomgomggggg u mentioned reader locked in a cage watching her stuffed bear through the bars and my mind immediately started racing. do u think when they have her locked up they sit just outside the bars teasing her with her stuffed bear shaking him around just outside her reach? taunting her and cooing when tears slide down her cheeks😭they throw a blanket over ur cage and leave u there for “puppy’s nap time” i’m actually shaking

oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my

this is a little long one because both of these concepts have killed me and i lost control of myself

im shaking. hyperventilating. quivering. i am an unrecognizable person after reading these asks.

forced into a cage fucking GETS ME!!! noncon puppy play you will always be famous. both of my noncon/dubcon ghostsoap puppyplay things (say that five times fast) have johnny falling into a type of subspace really quickly so i haven't actually gotten to write a lot of a forced puppy reacting badly and i want to so MUCH!!! might do it with ghostsoap in a follow up to the thing i just posted honestly. it's so fucking delicious

but anyways. in this au the cage you get shoved in isn't johnny's cage, it's one they made for you so you can keep them company during their murderous free time. that means the cage is small, you-sized :( you can't sit up straight in it, can't stretch your legs out the whole way, can't even really kneel straight up. a tiny little space for a tiny little girl oh im going to be SICK

i like the idea of reader having a little nest of her own in their cabin, filled with soft things for her to relax into (and, of course, a hook for them to leash her to) so i feel like her cage in the basement is probably a little ugly. probably no blankets or pillows, shoved in the middle of the room somewhere so there's no place where you can hide (aka press yourself against the wall), leaves you exposed and vulnerable and cold. poor little puppy :( crying and sniffling and begging them not to force you in, but they just chuckle and ruffle your hair a bit, force you to your knees.

all that being said: your little bear johnny and bear simon are in the bad cage with you <3

the stuffy (im calling it a bear but fill in an animal if you'd like) is a total comfort object for you, something that has gone through every bad thing right by your side. when they fuck you, you almost always have the bear in your arms. when they force you to their torture dungeon, the bear is either in your arms or in your eyeline. maybe one of the times they hunt you simon slips the little bear into your arms while johnny is fucking you in the dirt, smirks a little when you thank him and hold it tight to your chest.

if you get really worked up from what they're doing one of them throws an old blanket over your cage. it makes everything so much worse - you can't see anything, you're left alone in this cold dark space, and you can still hear every sound of pain and the tools your kidnappers are using. but for some reason you feel more vulnerable in the dark (like a bird lol) so you go quiet, hunch down real low and squeeze your eyes shut so you can't see the bloodstains on the blanket. simon on johnny think they're helping you cause you don't sound nearly as scared when you can't see anything <3 gives them horrible ideas involving blindfolds but that's another thing

johnny keeping your bear from you. it's like the two of you want me dead. “do you wanna come out now?🥺” “you want your bear??🥺” “are you gonna be a good girl now???🥺🥺” and "teasing her with her stuffed bear shaking him around just outside her reach? taunting her and cooing when tears slide down her cheeks" like im so fucking GONE it's actually not even funny.

you get real puppy-like when they make you beg for your bear. little paws held out, eyes all big and teary, panting and wiggling around cause you want your toy so badly. simon telling you to take the stuffy with your teeth, and you whine because you don't want to bite your bear!!!! but he says johnny and i bite you all the time, puppy, if you can take it so can your bear so you finally lean forward, get a little loose hold on the stuffy's leg where johnny's holds it out

but he's so mean, because he doesn't let it go :( just smiles real big at the sight of you on your knees, little puppy toy between your teeth. go on, he'd say take it, lass. and you try!!! you tug it a little, shake your head a bit, but he won't let go!! he won't give you your bear!!!

until simon tells him to, a gruff that's enough tug o' war, johnny, she's been a good girl. hand it over. and then the stuffy is yours again, finally. you'd tuck it up right in your arms, hold it close to your chest and bury you nose in the soft fur with your eyes squeezed shut. you ignore the little coos from above you, fully throw yourself into loving on your bear

[jacksdinonuggets]

~stomach bug~

Summary: Vaggie gets a stomach bug while she's staying over at Carmilla's. luckily, her mother figure takes care of her makes her feel loved.

“Thanks for letting me stay the night,” Vaggie told Carmilla when she went to say goodnight.

They usually had training sessions in the morning or afternoon, but Carmilla was a bit busy during the day and they needed to do one at night. With all the exercise she was getting and how late it was, she became exhausted. Not to mention she had managed to get a few bruises. However, Carmilla was very kind and offered to let Vaggie stay the night. She knew how tired the girl must’ve been. Not to mention how dangerous it was at night. If she wouldv’e walked home, there was a huge chance she could get mugged or hurt badly and couldn’t fight back because of exhaustion. 

“You’re welcome, Vaggie. If you need anything during the night, don’t hesitate to wake me up.” Carmilla replied, walking into her own room. She wanted vaggie to feel safe with her and like she could go to her with anything, no matter the time.

Since Odette and Clara were already asleep, Vaggie knew she should get some rest too. She had already showered and gotten into some of Carmilla’s actual daughter's old pajamas since they were the only ones that would fit her. Unfortunately, the only room available for her to sleep in was her babysitting room. The room where she was babysat by Carmilla whenever she felt small and couldn’t get Charlie to take care of her, or just wanted Carmilla to.

It was a little weird since the bed looked a lot like a children’s bed. The blanket covering it was a cute pink and white one with butterflies on it. Vaggie would just have to deal with it though.

It wasn’t long before Vaggie fell asleep. She was beyond tired from the intense workout she went through.

When Vaggie woke up the next day, she was greeted with a horrible stomach cramp. She knew it wasn’t her time of the month so what could it be? She whimpered as another wave passed through her. It was really bad. Something inside her told her that she needed Carmilla.

However, Vaggie couldn’t get up. The pain made it impossible to move if she didn’t want to aggravate it even more. So she reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her phone, hoping Carmilla’s hellphone was nearby. She hit call and waited for Carmilla to answer. But she never answered. Instead, she heard footsteps coming towards her room. The door opened and the overlord stood in the doorframe. She saw Vaggie curled up and whimpering and rushed to her side.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked. The way she asked was so soft and gentle that Vaggie’s headspace took a dip. Whenever she got sick in heaven, no one would show her this kind of motherly love. She was heavenborn and never knew her mom. The only people to take care of her were nurses and herself. And the nurses never treated anyone as kindly as Carmilla was treating her right now.

“Tummy hurts…” Vaggie whined. The use of the word ‘tummy’ instead of stomach, gave away the fact that she was slipping.

Carmilla put a hand to her forehead and checked her temperature. She felt a little warm, but nothing too concerning. Probably a low-grade fever. 

Vaggie whimpered again as another wave of pain ran through her. She was starting to feel nauseous as well. 

“It’ll be okay, sweetie. How about I go grab you some medicine and see how you feel?” Carmilla asked. But Vaggie shook her head.

“Don’t wanna be alone…” she mumbled. It was scary to be by yourself while in such a vulnerable state.

Carmilla sighed. The only thing she could think of that would make her feel better would be medicine. But the girl was also feeling really small at the moment.

Suddenly, Vaggie shot up and pulled the covers off, seemingly trying to rush somewhere. However, she couldn’t even make it off the bed before she threw up. Stomach water and bile fell onto the sheets and her pajamas. She cried, humiliated that she had just puked in front of someone and on herself.

“No, no, don’t cry! It’s okay, I’m not mad,” Carmilla put a hand on her back and rubbed it soothingly as she retched once more. 

Carmilla could now tell what was going on. Vaggie probably contracted a stomach bug.

Once she was done, Carmilla comforted her as she cried. She knew how bad and embarrassing it must’ve felt.

After she had finished crying, Carmilla lifted her up and onto the floor. The movement had caused her stomach to cramp up again, prompting Vaggie to whimper. If the girl was in that much pain from moving, then there was no way she’d be able to make it to the bathroom. So as Carmilla got her out of her soiled pajamas, she put her in a diaper and onesie so it would be easier and quicker to change her. The room had all of Vaggie’s little gear in it that Carmilla had bought for her. She liked to give her small gifts whenever she did something good.

Once she was done, she grabbed a red stuffed bear with small devil horns off of the stuffed animal hammock in the corner of the room. She handed it to the girl, who was curled up on the floor.

Due to all the commotion and crying, Clara had woken up. She walked into the room and saw her mother gently trying to soothe Vaggie as she was softly crying on the floor.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Vaggie contracted a stomach bug and slipped into her little headspace,” Carmilla explained. Then she got an idea.

“Could you stay here and look after her while I change her bedsheets and get her medicine?” she asked.

“Yeah, I can do that,” She replied. Clara was always happy to help her little sister. She and Odette were very supportive of Vaggie’s regression and often helped out their mother whenever she was caring for her. Whether it was getting her a new bottle and just looking after her when Carmilla needed a break, they loved to help take care of her.

As Carmilla took the bedding downstairs, Clara tried her best to comfort the crying girl. She had whimpered that her eye was also starting to hurt as well. Clara guessed that it must be a phantom pain from the stress of getting sick.

She dug through the nightstand drawer and found a couple of pacifier cases with pacis inside. She picked out one she thought Vaggie might like and a clip. She attached it to her onesie and popped it into her mouth.

The pacifier helped her a little bit, but not much. She was still in pain and Clara didn’t know what to do. But she did get an idea. Sitting next to her, she pulled her little sister in her lap and held her. It actually seemed to help calm the girl down. 

When Carmilla returned, she had a baby bottle with water in her hands and new bedsheets, as well as a vial of medicine syrup. She set the bottle and medicine on the nightstand before putting the new sheets on the bed. She stepped over to the closet to get new covers and put those on the bed as well.

Clara left the room soon after to let Vaggie be taken care of by her mama. 

Carmilla lifted Vaggie from the floor and placed her in the bed. Once putting the bed guards up, she placed a trashcan on the opposite side of Vaggie, leaning against the bars. She held Vaggie sit up so she could give her some medicine.

“No!” Vaggie pouted once Carmilla poured the syrup into the tiny cup the vial came with.

“Mija, it’s going to help you,” she tried to explain.

“Is nasty!” she complained.

Carmilla sighed. 

“I’ll let you pick out a new toy when you get better~,” She sing-songed, trying to convince Vaggie to take the medicine. She was going to get her something anyways, so why not use the fact to get her to take the syrup.

Vaggie looked skeptical but took the cup and downed the syrup. She made a disgusted face once she was done and handed the cup back to Carmilla. 

Carmila then climbed into the bed with the bottle in her hands and pulled Vaggie into her lap so she could help hydrate her. Once Vaggie finished the water, she curled up against her caregiver. She was so small compared to Carmilla that it actually felt like she had a toddler/baby in her lap.

Carmilla held her little as she waited for the medicine to kick in. However, Vaggie’s stomach kept growing and making noises. She would whimper as well whenever it would happened. Suddenly, she started to move, trying to get to the trashcan. Carmilla knew what was happening and quickly shoved the can under her chin.

“In here, bebe, it’s okay,” she told her as she heaved aggressively into the garbage. It looked really painful and Carmilla took pity on the poor girl. Unfortunately, the medicine came right up. That’s when she remembered that Vaggie was an angel, not a demon. That meant her body could react differently to demon products.

Once she was finished retching,Carmilla put the trash can to the side before picking Vaggie up. She noticed the girl had an accident during the heaving and needed her diaper changed. She heaved really hard, it made sense that her bladder gave out on her.

When she finished taping the new padding up, she gave her little tummy kisses, hoping to help her feel better. It made her giggle happily. 

It wasn’t long until that happiness turned into sadness. The pain was back again. This stomach bug really hated her. So Carmilla picked her up again and cradled her in her arms while she cuddled her in the bed, trying to provide the most comfort she could.

Carmilla knew that vaggie would likely have to stay the whole day or at least until she got better. So she used vaggie’s phone to text Charlie that her girlfriend was sick with a bug and was feeling small.

Not even 15 minutes passed and Charlie was already outside of the warehouse, a basket in her hands. She was let in by Odette and went up to the room that Vaggie was in.

When Charlie saw them, she couldn’t help but awe. It was always adorable to see Vaggie little but it was even more adorable to see so clingy towards this famous overlord. 

“Aww, hey, you two,” She whispered, not wanting to disturb Vaggie. She seemed like she was trying to sleep but wasn’t unconscious just yet.

“What are you doing here? Carmilla asked quietly, also not wanting to bother the tired girl.

“You can’t expect me to not show up when you tell me my girlfriend is sick and slipped,” she explained. She set the basket down and took out a baby blanket. She draped it over Vaggie’s shoulders before turning back to the basket. She took out two thermoses, one named “Broth” and the other named “milk”. Both cups felt really hot.

“These are for when she feels up to eating,” She explained. She knew that whenever Vaggie got sick, she would not have much of an appetite. It wasn’t healthy and she usually needed to practically force her to eat. But some of the few things she would consume was warm milk and ramen broth. 

“Thank you, princess,” Carmilla thanked her.

[mothergold]

How about Rhinedottir?

| At Dawn |

Pairing: Rhinedottir x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Only one bed trope, Reader has a vagina, Reader goes by no pronouns, Rhine goes by She/Her pronouns, Fingering, Foreplay, Reader is centuries old, Implied Mutual Pining, 1.6k words. 

Prompt: “Quit acting like I have the plague.”

A/n: Mootie... the way i nearly screamed when I saw this ask. /pos

It took some time to find a place to stay for the night, but thankfully you did find a room in a nearby inn. Rhine promptly paid for the room and the both of you moved upstairs where your room was located. Upon opening the door you and Rhinedottir immediately shed your clothing and other belongings. You were half naked and standing off at a random corner of the room as you watched how Rhine stripped herself, removing the various bags and weapons that rested at her waist. It wasn’t until she was down to her undergarments that she noticed your staring

You couldn’t help but gaze at her body littered with various scars, burns, and blemishes. Her body told a story, and an unpleasant one at that. One that you were fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it, had almost always been a part of. It was moments like that in which you really wondered how or why you were necessary to Rhinedottir’s research as well as the seemingly endless adventure the two of you had been on. Thinking back to all those years passed you began to worry that bringing you along might’ve been a mistake. Then again, Rhinedottir never made mistakes. 

“Is something the matter?“ Rhine asked in a rotten tone. 

You looked at her then quickly averted your gaze.

Fuck.

“No, nothing’s wrong. Just.. tired, but-“

“But what?” Rhinedottir interrupted.

You took a deep breath before gesturing to the only bed in the room. “There’s only one bed..” 

Rhine looked at you and then the bed, proceeding to roll her eyes and wave her hands in the air as she groaned. 

“Such a childish thing to worry about.” She mumbled to herself. 

Moving to one side of the bed Rhine pulled back the covers in one swift movement and looked to you as if to signal you to climb in bed, but you just stood there awkwardly, hands clasped in front of you. 

“Quit actin’ like I have the plague.” She snapped.

Rhine gave you a stern look before climbing into bed. You let out a shaky breath as you nervously followed, nearly stumbling over your own two feet. Once you were finally curled up underneath the blankets she put out the lamp on her nightstand, then turned onto her side so that her back faced you. She was right, it was ridiculous to be bothered by something as simple as sleeping in the same bed together. After all, you’d done much worse things than this before.

You tried your best to adjust to the position you were in and get as comfortable as you could, but it was difficult. For every time you moved you could feel Rhine’s cold skin against yours, sending shivers down your spine. Your heart was pounding in your throat and you could feel all the blood in your body travel down to your nether regions. It took everything in you not to whine from the sheer intensity of what you were experiencing. You wanted so badly to pin Rhine down and have your way with her, but you knew how well that would end had you decided to do such a thing. 

It was in that instant that you committed yourself to taking care of your little problem after you were sure she’d fallen asleep. Rhine had never been one to snore or make much noise in her sleep so it would be hard discerning just when she’d truly been sleeping, but it was a risk you were willing to take. 

A couple hours had passed when you finally decided to make your move. First, you looked around cautiously, looking long and hard at Rhine’s form before determining she was indeed sleeping, before slipping your hand carefully past the band of your pants. You let out a quiet sigh as you started rubbing small circles against your swollen bud, your head feeling increasingly hot as every touch prolonged. As you were getting into the groove of things you’d stopped from time to time to make sure she was asleep before continuing. This went on until you were comfortable doing it without having to monitor Rhine’s state every few minutes. 

Everything was going smoothly, too well even, and that suspicion was confirmed upon feeling a hand grab your wrist, and quickly looking up you were met with Rhine’s eyes piercing into yours. Her eyes were filled with the same lust you recognized in your own gaze. She was much more tame and reserved when it came to her carnal desires, or so it seemed, but that did not make things any easier for you. 

“If this was all you wanted then all you had to do was ask.” Rhine said bluntly, totally ignoring how utterly ashamed you felt. 

You tried to reason with her, say something, even push away her heavy hand, but she was stronger than you. She managed to grab both your wrists and pin them above your head as one of her hands traveled past the band of both your pants and underwear, and used two fingers to lightly circle your bud which was aching with desire. You gasped at the feeling of her skin against one of your more sensitive spots, biting your lip to suppress the moans that threatened to escape your throat. 

Rhine removed the hand that held your wrists to grab your face, circling your clit faster. “Relax and quit fighting it.” She paused to kiss you passionately, pulling away just as you were about to kiss her again. “I know you want it.” 

God, you hated how right Rhinedottir was. You had wanted it for a long time. Had it been years? Decades? Centuries? You had lost count a long time ago, but that didn’t make the yearning lessen even a little. Even in your dreams the sight of her caused you to become weak. It was unlike you. You weren’t weak by any means, even Rhine could attest to that, and of all people she would know, but something about Rhine nearly sent you into hysterics each and every day, and that night in bed with her did not help in the least. You knew this meant practically nothing to Rhine, if anything she probably didn’t even bat an eye at your want for her. 

Regardless, you found yourself writhing underneath her, falling for her with every kiss she pressed against your neck. She was alluring and deadly, like a poisonous frog that lured you in with its beautifully bright patterns. Every touch was electric, magnetic. It wasn’t until Rhine pulled your pants off of you completely and slipped two fingers inside of you that you realized just how fucked you were. Her skin was intoxicating already as was, but as you felt her finger you slowly, building up into a quicker pace, you noticed you were experiencing more than just lust. There was passion, loyalty, and then of course obsession.

As Rhine fingered you through your loud whimpers and caressed your warm face you felt yourself start to melt into her touch. How embarrassing it would be to lose yourself in front of the person who’d taught you everything you knew. Would it be another thing for her to teach you? You wondered, but your ponderings were shut out from your mind the minute you felt yourself being stretched out further. She’d added another finger no doubt, and taken total control as she fucked you at a fervent pace. 

“Please.. It’s too much.” You whined, but she ignored you.

Rhine said nothing as she effortlessly curled her fingers inside of you, hooking up into that exact spot, and brought you to your eventual release. Out of instinct you covered your mouth to quiet your voice, but Rhine quickly ripped them from you. 

She looked at you with an intense gaze. “You’ll stop that if you know what’s good for you.” 

It was shameful that those were the words that finally caused you to relax and fully embrace your high. You let out a pathetic whimper as your face twisted in pleasure, your body overwhelmed with pure euphoria. You felt ashamed for moaning in contentment as Rhine fucked your cum back into you with three fingers. She watched with an unreadable expression as your back arched and body shuddered from her touch. After a few lazy pumps inside of you she slowly pulled her fingers out of you and looked at you with a stern expression. 

“Open.” She said, holding up three fingers covered in your cum.

You hesitated for a moment before moving in to wrap your mouth around her fingers. Looking up at her you sucked and swirled your tongue so as to gather up every last drop of your cum, and it was then that you noticed a side to Rhine that you hadn’t seen before. It was brief but you saw how her eye twitched slightly and the way she averted her eyes from yours did not go missed by you. She was embarrassed, and you enjoyed it. You wouldn’t say anything. No, you couldn’t ruin her pride, but it was a fact that you could at least relish with yourself. 

Looking at Rhine you smiled softly, which quickly earned you a roll of her eyes and a groan as she got back underneath the covers. She said nothing, only turning on her side, back to you as she willed herself back to sleep in hopes that a night of rest could help her forget whatever the fuck had just happened. But you? You would not forget, no amount of time could ever erase the memory of what occurred that night. Laying back down you turned your back to her as well, smiling and holding your hands close to your chest as you thought about how her cold skin turned warm against yours.

[the-curator1]

Come Morning

Secondo x Reader

Author Note: English is not my first language, so if you notice any mistakes, please don't hesitate to point them out to me.

Summary: Secondo knew it was never meant to be real between you two. As hard as it was, he knew he had to get away from you before it was too late, before he was in too deep, before he hurt himself too badly. However, the dice had been cast long before he realised what was happening inside him, long before he could even think of making a move... and it takes a metaphorical slap in the face for him to grasp what he truly wants. (≈ 2700 words)

"His eyes upon your face

Tags: angst, implied smut, jealousy, love at first sight if you squint, mutual pining, fluff, feelings, lot of feelings, Secondo being a “miserable, wounded, and bitter old man”, Secondo being all dark and threatening, a bit of self-loathing on Secondo’s part, mostly Secondo’s POV (because I love getting in the head of our lovely Papas), Secondo behaves a little bit like a jerk, but this is a soft Secondo fic though, utilisation of the pronoun “her" just once, and feminine pet names like “cara” TW: Reader is a sex worker, jealousy

His hand upon your hand

His lips caress your skin

It's more than I can stand"

El Tango de Roxanne, Moulin Rouge

Your chest was rapidly rising and falling. Your body was still carrying the remains of bliss. They were flying across your stomach like thousands of little butterflies. The firm embrace of his arm enveloped you, his breath mirroring yours in laboured harmony. His fingertips were gently grazing the soft skin of your back. And for a fleeting moment, the warm blanket of serenity surrounded you. 

Your eyes were closed. Suddenly, you heard his phone ringing. You sighed as a dreadful feeling chased away the butterflies that had danced upon your skin. Your mind faded from the vibrant colours and dazzling lights that had adorned it just moments before. You already knew what was about to happen. He removed his arm from you, leaving you with an abyss of yearning and hollowness. He reached for his phone on the nightstand. You swore you heard him mutter out “Fuck” but you did not think too much of it. 

“I must leave now, cara…”

There. He said it. The words you dreaded to hear. You turned your head to look at him as you felt your heart sink into your stomach. You barely had time to catch your breath yet, your legs and your back were still a bit sore even though he had been strangely gentle with you this time. Really gentle.

“Okay, Papa…”

Your response barely escaped your lips. This had become a disheartening routine, one that promised no respite. He rose from the bed and began to put his clothes back on, his gaze steadfastly avoiding yours. A painful lump formed in your throat as you watched him prepare to abandon you once more, the ache almost unbearable. You felt so foolish... For a fleeting second, you had allowed yourself to believe that tonight would be different. That night, he had been unusually tender, well as tender as Secondo could be but you could have sworn he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. He had caressed your body with such devotion, he had moved over you with a careful and sensual pace, making you feel like you were in heaven. But maybe you had dreamt of his sweetness?

You are so delusional… you thought to yourself.

You remained naked, sprawled out on the bed, struggling against the urge to crumble, to plead for him to stay a little bit longer. Finally, he turned towards you, but his eyes did not meet yours. Leaning down, he placed a swift, fleeting kiss on your cheek.

“Until next time,” he said in a hushed tone

And with that, he walked towards the bedroom door and vanished. After a long while, you rose from the bed and made your way toward your vanity. Your reflection stared back at you. Your neck was adorned with smudged black paint and the faint imprints of his teeth. Tears welled up in your eyes. It was all you could have from him. Faint marks upon your skin.

Yes. You were delusional. There was never meant to be more between you two.

At first, Secondo thought it would be a one-time encounter. Although he secretly thought of you as the most beautiful creature he had ever seen when he first met you, he didn't expect the encounter to go beyond that one night. He was a regular client of the club, but he would never ask to spend the night with the same person more than once. 

But then, he saw you, the newcomer, and was captivated by your beauty. He found you utterly fascinating as you danced under the vibrant lights. When your eyes met, he felt like he was falling, but he initially brushed off this new sensation. He eagerly requested your companionship. The night you shared together was nothing short of blissful. Your bodies intertwined, breaths harmonizing, your lips caressing his neck, delicate fingertips grazing his skin, your sweet moans in his ear… and the little conversation you two had had after that moment of passion. 

He thought he would be satiated after that first night… but he quickly found himself plagued by an insatiable longing for you.

He knew it was not normal. Not normal for a man like him, at least. 

He was fully aware that this yearning was not conducive to his otherwise harsh and unfeeling heart. Yet, he craved you like a drug addict. 

And so, he returned, time and time again, each visit marked by the same fervent request for your presence. He broke all his habits and all the unspoken rules he had set for himself. He was unable to resist the irresistible allure that drew him back to you. He was the moth, you were the flame.

But after each encounter, he would leave swiftly. Either because he had a duty to attend or because he would find himself drowning in his own emotions, drowning in his own feelings. There would be a few rare moments or he would stay a little bit, but these moments would only make him fall deeper and harder. He wanted to stay longer, maybe forever. He wanted it so bad. But he knew it was not a good idea.

Despite knowing he was in too deep, despite trying to chase away his feelings by always leaving before the first murmurs of dawn, Secondo never thought of stopping to ask for you, he never thought of trying to get you off his mind in the arms of someone else. 

This is ridiculous, he had thought, you are the Pope of the Satanic Church, for Lucifer’s sake, not a damn monk.

He was angry with himself when he realized that, but he did not take any action to change, despite the sinking fear of this unknown feeling. He did not want to drift away from you.... because you made him happy. He had been with many people in the past, and he had felt enjoyment in their embrace, he had felt pleasure in their arms but never happiness. With you, it was much different.

But the bliss of knowing you and touching you was a deep injury in the end. Because he would miss you when you were not there and it was torture. Because he did not understand what was happening to him and most of all, because, deep inside, Secondo knew it was never meant to be real between you two.

He was a client.

He knew this relationship was meant to remain purely physical. That much he was sure of, so him leaving promptly after your passionate encounters would not be an issue for you, would it?

Secondo also knew for a fact you had to see other people. It was your job, after all. He knew he was not the only one however he tried not to think too much about it.

Secondo knew that when he was not there to claim you for the night, you were with another. 

Secondo knew that, despite being a powerful Satanic pope, it was just a client among others. 

Secondo knew you must have encountered individuals more youthful, more handsome, less brooding, and less embittered than him. After all, you were a delightful and enchanting presence, a wonder in your own right.

All of this, Secondo knew... So why did his heart drop to the pit of his stomach? Why did he freeze like a deer in headlights? Why did he feel such a profound sense of shock, of betrayal, when he witnessed you dancing for another man? He knew of your interactions with other clients, but witnessing it firsthand felt much more different.

As the shock gradually receded, Secondo's blood began to boil. An awful ringing resonated in his ears.

How dare that man lay hands on you? You were his!

His heart drummed within his chest, each beat a resounding thud against the cage of his ribs, a forceful and unrelenting rhythm. The sight before him was nothing short of agonizing. It felt like a punch in the guts, like a slap across the face. The man lounged in his chair while you were dancing on his lap. The man was caressing your waist and your hips, his lips were grazing your shoulder. It was more than he could stand. 

His mind was consumed by nothing but anger, an all-encompassing blaze that propelled him forward. With determined steps, he closed the distance between himself, you, and the man. Rational thought slipped away from his mind as he seized the chair and yanked it backwards, forcefully separating the man from you. You somehow managed to maintain your balance and you swiftly turned around to look at the commotion unfolding behind you. Your eyes widened as you beheld Secondo, his face etched with a scowl of anger, no... of pure and consuming rage. It was as though the blazing fire of hell raged within his mismatched eyes, only accentuated by the skull paint on his harsh visage.

"What the hell, man?!" the interloper spat out, his voice dripping with indignation.

He abruptly stood up and shifted his focus to Secondo, seemingly ready for confrontation. But then, he saw him—the towering, formidable figure with eyes like the devil himself, glaring at him as if prepared to tear him limb from limb. 

"Hands off," Secondo growled, casting an icy gaze down at the man, his eyes showing nothing but disdain and disgust 

The man, now clearly shaken, retreated several steps.

"I paid for a dance!" he stammered, attempting to defend himself. Though his voice quivered with fear, he continued, "I paid for my wh..."

Before the man could complete his sentence, Secondo seized his collar, hoisting him off the ground, leaving him incapable of saying anything more. He yearned to punish him for daring to speak of you in such a manner, for daring to call you his and for touching you.

“I said... Hands off," he murmured in a menacing, low tone that would have struck fear into anyone's heart. "And don't dare refer to her in that manner, or I'll ensure your head splits wide open. Leave now. If you have any issues, go cry about it to the boss. I'm quite certain he'll know whose side to favour."

With that, he tossed the man inside who did not dare to fight back, he just left, likely seething with anger and frustration but too terrified to confront Secondo further. The witnesses of the scene in the club quickly turned their gaze away when Secondo glared at them. Then he turned his gaze toward you. He was the terror in your eyes and his expression softened considerably. 

“Cara…” he whispered, walking closer to you.

Gently, he enveloped your hands with his calloused one, bringing them to his painted lips for a tender kiss. You seemed to relax considerably. A sigh of relief escaped him as he observed that you did not seem angry or frustrated. In those beautiful eyes of yours, he could have sworn he saw a glimmer of relief. He no longer felt sadness or anger or jealousy, just relief and the bliss of finally being with you. 

"Papa, I..." you began, but he gently silenced you.

"Hush, cara mia... That's enough for tonight," he whispered soothingly. "You're coming home with me."

With those words, he encircled you with his protective arm and guided you toward the exit of the club. You offered no resistance. Your shift was not finished but he knew your boss would not dare to say anything. As you both reached the waiting car, he opened the door for you, and you silently slipped inside. He followed, taking a seat beside you, and signalled to his driver to drive back to the Ministry.

During the journey to the Ministry, the place he had mentioned once or twice with you, he held you even closer. You nestled your head on his shoulder, clutching onto his black suit. With a soft hum, he tenderly kissed your temple. Upon reaching the Ministry, he helped you to get out of the car. Your eyes widened with wonder at the sight of the grand building. The corridor, the marble floors, and the stained glass inside left you even more awe-struck. You remained silent, and so did Secondo. He gently guided you to his own room, closing the door behind you before gesturing towards the queen-sized bed. His room was big, decorated with taste and luxury.

"Sit down, cara mia," he softly urged. "Make yourself at home."

Without saying a word, you complied, settling onto the bed, and began to undress. However, Secondo gently halted your actions, realizing that he might have conveyed the wrong message.

"No, cara... Not tonight," he whispered with gentleness. "I just wanted to talk to you and take c-"

He paused when he saw your eyes welling up with tears.

“I’m sorry, Papa!” you cried “Please don’t be mad at me… please, I did not want to upset you…” 

Secondo immediately reached out for you and hugged you tightly.

"I'm not upset with you, cara," Secondo whispered tenderly against your hair, his embrace offering comfort and reassurance. "Not at all, I understand why you had to..."

He held you close, his heart aching at the sight of your tears. Even though he felt betrayed for a short moment, his rage was never directed toward you. He understood that your actions were not intended to cause harm. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking in the feeling of your body against his, taking in the scent of your hair. It was all it took for him to feel at peace again.

"But I... I couldn't bear to see him touch you," Secondo admitted, his voice laced with raw emotion. His grasp tightened slightly on your shoulders.

He sensed your reaction, feeling you stiffen within his arms as you withdrew from him slightly and met his gaze with a quivering voice.

"But... why?" you asked, your voice trembling, seeking an explanation for his intense reaction

Secondo gently cupped your cheeks in his hands. He took a deep breath. He knew it was now or never… 

"Because I want you to be mine, cara. Only mine. I always want to be with you. I think about you all the time," Secondo confessed, his voice filled with longing and desire.

Leaning closer, he allowed his lips to linger on yours for a fleeting moment, a tender caress against your soft skin. Then he looked into your tearful eyes. It appeared that you found it hard to believe his words.

"But I thought that... I thought that you did not care for me..."

"I understand why you might have thought that," Secondo admitted, his voice tinged with both guilt and sadness. "I always cared about you deeply, but..."

He paused, wrestling with the emotions that had remained unspoken for too long. This moment, triggered by the events of tonight, compelled him to reveal his true feelings. After tonight, he knew he could not keep running away.

“I am an old, bitter man who can't even comprehend his own feelings," Secondo murmured as he tenderly caressed your cheeks. "I never expected any of this to happen. I didn't plan to fall in love with you, but it happened, and I didn't know how to deal with it."

Your eyes widened, your mouth slightly agape, but you remained speechless. A sense of dread clawed at his chest. There was no way you would feel the same, was there? He swallowed hard and continued, "I don't expect you to feel the same way but-"

But before he could finish his sentence, you silenced him with a passionate kiss. Secondo felt his heart pounding in his chest. He felt all the fear and all the doubt disappear. His hands quickly found their place on your waist.

 He hummed softly against your lips. For once, touching you and feeling you was not a sweet torture, it was just pure, unaltered bliss. He felt lightheaded, lightheaded. Your lips were so soft, he already knew it but in that moment it felt like the wings of a fallen angel. You tasted like the finest of wine. He felt like he was getting high and drunk on your lips.

When you finally broke the kiss and rested your forehead against his, you whispered his name, "Secondo…”

Then you said “Every time you left, it felt like there was a hole in my soul and my heart," you confessed. "I thought you didn't care, that you only saw me as... a distraction."

"No, cara," Secondo replied gently, his voice filled with sincerity. "I was a fool. I thought my feelings would fade if I pushed them away, but they only grew stronger. Tonight, I felt like I was going to burst. I'm sorry, amore."

He tenderly kissed your forehead, his heart overwhelmed with the intensity of his love for you.

"Please be mine," Secondo whispered in your ear, his voice tinged with longing. "Mine, only mine... The idea of having to share you is killing me. I know you could probably have someone better than me, but..."

You gently placed a finger on his lips, your gaze locked onto his mismatched eyes. It was a side of him you had never seen before—so tender, so vulnerable. His voice carried a note of desperation.

"I will, I promise," you whispered with tender sincerity. "I'll be yours, only yours... There's no one better than you in my eyes. I always wanted to be with you, even when you weren't there... even when I was with other men. It was always you. And I promise I'll be yours and yours alone, yours to touch, yours to have."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Secondo wrapped his arms around you, holding you even closer, and buried his face in the crook of your neck. He felt the softness of your skin beneath his lips, your sweet scent was like a drug to him. At that moment, you both knew it was real. It was not a dream.

Secondo understood that when morning would come, he would not leave. He would not leave ever. 

[eeblouissant]

Unorganized (angsty? Also unedited) Dorothy thoughts I wrote down on the train this morning :)

- Dorothy seemed much more passive before the divorce, & regardless I headcanon her being that way (until Stan effectively destroyed it). She was unhappy & then became very depressed through being married to him, I think she coped by disassociating whether she was aware of it or not. I don’t think Dorothy remembers a lot of her time with Stan (not her kids, Never her children. she’s separated Stan from them for a long time now) simply because she wasn’t there mentally - she chose not to be. We see (or, at least I do) a drastic shift in the way she behaves around Stanley even when she’s in a room with Blanche, Rose & Sophia. Some of the only people she feels like she doesn’t need to “disappear on” in order to tolerate. Her pessimism was a result of Stanley (specifically before & during the divorce, it was a painfully slow process.) & she uses it as a defence mechanism, or a safety blanket. I like to think that she wasn’t that way growing up, even the opposite.

- Dorothy is Very good at tuning out. If she doesn’t want to pay attention to you, she won’t. And you’ll never know the difference. (I saw a mutual mention her also just straight up taking out her hearing aid, so, she also definitely does that lmao– poor Rose gets the most of it)

- Anyone who’s spoken to Dorothy since the divorce, & knew her before it happened, especially before Stan – will tell you that she is Not how they remember her to be. And I think this is why so many of the people around her (besides the Obvious Reasons to hate him) have immediately taken to disliking Stan, the damage is so visible & absolutely undeniable that it would be impossible not to have something against him, no matter what role they might play in Dorothy’s life. Sophia would obviously harbour the most resentment, next to Dorothy. I don’t think Dorothy has been able to grasp just how badly Stan hurt her yet & I believe that is partly another choice she’s made. That &, she doesn’t remember much about who she was before anymore, anyway. It would just depress her to try & uncover.

- Side note on that last point, Blanche & Rose have definitely not believed Dorothy whenever she might have shown them old photos of her. Jaw drop moment for sure. & of course cursed Stan to all hell – I think Blanche would have gotten a little emotional. As much as she’d want to poke fun for a laugh I don’t think she’d have been able to bring herself to. She recognizes how tragic what happened to Dorothy is & was immediately. Not to say that Rose wouldn’t.

- I love love picking apart the ways Dorothy’s changed, the drastic change in how she chooses to dress (ignoring trends, & all that, just for a second) has always been interesting to me. We see a younger version of Dorothy in clothing that hugs her figure & creates an explicitly, traditionally, feminine silhouette. While after Stan dumps her, she’s begun leaning towards a style that could at times be considered more masculine. Especially in the new silhouette she’s created. This could for sure just be me reaching. I like to compare her to Rose, though, who still dresses in styles Very reminiscent of the 50s’. I’ve talked about Rose dressing the way she does because of Charlie before but I’ll address it here again, because Blanche is also very similar here. They never really changed because they never felt a need to, it’s obvious that Dorothy felt the need to do something. (brought on through insecurities, Stan, her own mental health, the list goes on. She needed to match the outside to the inside because she didn’t feel like that same passive person she was once. Imposter syndrome … question mark? Just a touch, perhaps.)

[lou-struck]

Dead After Deadlines

Rensuke Kunigami x reader

~ You stayed up all night working to make a deadline and is in dire need of a little TLC.

Wc: 1.2k

a/n: as always, even without any spice whatsoever this little oneshot is a timeskip! I just wanted to add this because I just started writing for Blue Lock!

Life has been far too hectic as of late; all of your commitments seem to be taking control of your life, giving you little to no time to work on a very important work project until recently. 

These past few days, you have written, revised, and had mental breakdowns aplenty on your thirty paged presentation. 

Through your bedroom window, the moon sneaks across the blanket of the night sky, and your coffee from earlier has long since we’re not off. But stopping for any reason would completely throw you off your groove.

Your eyes hurt from staring at your laptop screen for so long, and your fingers feel as if they are about to fall off, but you have to finish.

You have never wanted to finish something so badly in your life.

Still typing away, your eyes scan over the last paragraphs murmuring the lines out loud, trying to find any spelling errors or mistakes in grammar. It may just be your sleep-deprived mind or your desire to finally put an end to this black-and-white printed nightmare that has consumed your life, but finally, finally.

Everything looks perfect.

Your overheated mouse pad barely reacts when you scroll your finger over it, turning your document into a file and then downloading said file, and uploading it to your online workspace.

With a deep sigh somewhere between exhaustion and victory, you press ‘submit file’ The screen buffers painstakingly slowly, the dotted circle spinning around, and around, and around until pixelated bursts of confetti fill the screen, and you smile victoriously, only looking a tad bit psychotic.

You’re free.

You close your laptop much harder than necessary and slide it under your bed. 

The lamp is too far away to switch off, so you stretch awkwardly, not wanting to leave the comfortable dip you have made in your mattress from sitting in one spot for hours and unplug the cord from the wall. The room goes dark as the remaining light from the bulb fades away.

The soft sound of your bedroom fan lulls you to sleep with a gentle breeze. 

~

Through the veil of sleep, you feel something repeatedly hitting your forehead. The impact is nowhere near hard enough to hurt you, but it’s rather annoying.

Your brow furrows, and your turn away from the sensation. Too tired to realize that it’s not something that is hitting you, it’s someone, and they are flicking.

“Hey, come on. Get up.” a low voice says; familiar footsteps stop around to the other side of your bed to flick at your forehead again.

You’d recognize that voice anywhere, grabbing your pillow and covering your head with it for protection, ignoring your boyfriend, Rensuki Kunigami, entirely. 

“You really do sleep like the dead,” your boyfriend huffs and flicks you on your exposed neck instead, the sound hollow. It doesn’t sting, but you wanted to tease your boyfriend just a bit.

“Oww,” you whine dramatically, turning over to look at him. He looks slightly sweaty but satisfied that he has gotten you to wake up. You can tell that he already had his early morning soccer practice today due to the dark turf stains on his knees.

“Back to the land of the living?” he asks gently, smoothing the pad of his thumb over where he had flicked you earlier as his form of an ‘I’m sorry.’

“Barely,” you groan, sitting up, “What time is it? I stayed up 

“Just before noon,” he says, simply sitting down on the edge of the mattress. The old springs squeak and dip underneath his massive muscled physique, but he does not notice. “Since you have been so busy with that project, I haven’t been able to see you lately.”

“I haven’t really seen anyone,” you chuckle dryly, thinking back to your days of isolation and nonstop work. “I’ve missed you; how was practice? 

At the mention of the sport, his eyes light up. “Practice was fine; I had to spend longer in the ice bath after since I went too hard.”

“Why, did you hurt yourself?” you ask, giving him a once over.

“No, just sore. I promise.” he smiles. “Anyways, I wanted to take you to lunch, but you weren’t picking up. I got worried, and I let myself in.

“Lunch?” You can hardly believe that you slept that long. You must’ve been working harder than you thought.

He chuckles at your confusion and ruffles your fresh from the pillow hairstyle you had going for you, surprisingly making it look a bit better. “I’ll be having lunch; you might have to settle for a late, late breakfast.”

The Idea of a spontaneous date sounds great, but you still are exhausted for the last few weeks. “I feel like I could sleep forever,” you mutter, reaching out to grab his arm and pull him down with you, but his strong physique doesn’t budge, and neither do you.

“Hey, careful now; I’d hate to spill these.” he chuckles, using his strength to pull you to a sitting position.

You look at him a bit confused until he pulls a drink carrier out from behind his back with his other hand. “You brought me a coffee?” You beam as if you had just won the lottery. 

“I know you just finished that project and would probably appreciate some caffeine.” He smiles, handing you one of the ice-cold beverages. 

You take a sip and enjoy the rich taste on your tongue. He got it just the way you like it; part of you is tempted to just down the whole thing in one gulp, but then you wouldn’t have it anymore.

“I needed this; thank you,” you sigh lovingly at your boyfriend between heavenly sips. Already you feel yourself waking up.

“You’re welcome,” he says, still looking at you expectantly. His lips are upturned in a smile as he waits for his favorite three words.

“You’re my hero,” you murmur before taking another sip.

“You bet I am,” he practically cheers, scooping you out of bed. You have a death grip on your coffee cup and little compostable straw sipping as he carries you away from the mattress where you have both rested and worked. 

Come to think of it, you have basically been cooped up in your room for days…oops. 

Your stomach growls the way his does after a match and you look at him sheepishly. "So... About that food?"

“Don't worry, I'm hungry too." he laughs into your shoulder. "Get changed so I can take you to get some food. I wouldn’t be much of a hero to you if I let you go hungry.”

[yourlocalwheeliebin]

Driving Home to Bucky After A Long Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (Gender Neutral) Reader 

Word Count: 1.3k

TW: None 

AN: Just a short but sweet one shot about our favorite boy. This has sat in my google docs for a ass time so I hope you all enjoy! Okay, mags out!

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It’s been a long day. Too long for it to only be a Wednesday. You're having to work late because one of your colleagues fucked up some paperwork after a mission that you now need to fix. Your boss is nice enough to ask if you need dinner orders but you tell them no and you'll eat when you get home. “Fucking Sara, how do you screw up a goddamn injury form this badly” you groan, filling out anther claim made by our colleague. 

Finally, after around 3 hours past your usual shift, you're able to leave for Buck's. You look out the window and the rain has only gotten heavier on the cold November night. It’s pitch black out apart from city lights and cars that drove past. You shut down your computer, grab your coat and start to head out. In the lift, you message Bucky letting him know you're finally on the way home. It's almost 8pm. 

You run to your car, holding your jacket over your head to not get too wet. You sit there for a few minutes to let out a deep sigh and release some stress that you'd been holding. Starting up your car, you turn on the heating and connect your phone up to the Bluetooth. Songs that remind you of Bucky start to play, a feeling of ease finally washes over you as you pull out of the parking lot. 

Traffic in Brooklyn is brutal, the journey home taking far longer than you'd like it to. The lights of other cars slowly strained your tired eyes. The yells and noise of the city deafened by the music playing through the speaker. Your clothes and hair slowly dry as you drive, wondering how much longer the journey will take.

Pulling up to Bucky's apartment, you turn off the car and lie back on the seat for a second. Almost steadying the tiredness and stress from the day before you venture into the apartment complex. The area isn't the nicest but it's near where he grew up. A rough blue eyed boy from Brooklyn who deserved the world waiting for you to come home to him. Mentally cursing how many stairs you'll have to climb since the lift is out of order. 

Entering the building, the dusty smell of the cold building is a stark contrast to the cold November air outside. The climb up the stairs felt like an eternity, the walls getting progressively dirtier as you climb each flight. Standing outside the door of Buck’s apartment at last, you slowly open the door to the dimly lit home. 

Bucky's apartment wasn't much. He rented it when it was just himself living there, not taking into account meeting you or the fact he deserved more than just four dingy walls. Parts of you linger in each room, a daily reminder that you’re real and not just part of some sick dream. That you're really with him, not planning to leave any time soon. 

From the toothbrush in the bathroom; to the extra blankets and cushions you bought for the living room so the leather of the beat up old sofa wouldn't stick to your skin after hours of watching TV together cuddled up. Fairy lights hung up in the bedroom and living room, a fond memory from when you put them up at Christmas the year before but never took them down since you thought they looked pretty. He couldn't help agreeing, saying they looked beautiful as he stared at you rather than the yellow lights decorating the walls. 

The small kitchen held home to kitchenware that you bought once you found out he only had two pots and a frying pan for pancakes. A cheesy apron hung up on the edge of the door that had "Kiss the Cook'' on the front, a joke gift that a friend of yours bought you for your birthday. 

Though the apartment was small and there was barely enough room to move in it, he wouldn't change it for the world. His room didn't have a door to separate it from the living room and sure, the heating didn't work half the time and don't get him started on the guy on the 2nd floor who flirts with you every time he runs into you....he wouldn't change it one bit of it meant a life without you. 

Walking through the door, the smell of cinnamon, leather and dust washed over you. A warm welcoming smell that always felt like home to you. He always seemed to smell like old leather, pine and something sweet that you couldn't quite put your finger on. You took off your shoes and called out to Bucky as you put down your bag and jacket on the small side table that was next to the front door. 

You looked around for Bucky as you walked in. The kitchen island was tidy for once and the wooden floor had been mopped. 'Must have cleaned while I was out' you thought as you walked towards the sofa in the middle of the living room. An old Friends rerun playing on the TV again. 

Buck walks out from the bathroom in a t-shirt and a pair of tracksuit bottoms, looking freshly showered with his wet hair sticking to his forehead. He comes over with a smile on his face, eyes still the brightest blue you'd ever seen, and envelopes you in a hug. He asks how work was as he leaves a kiss on your forehead. You explain your day before quickly heading off to change out of your work attire.

After changing and finally feeling comfortable again, you walk into the living room. The main lights had been turned off, the fairy lights from Christmas were turning the room a warm and cosy yellow. Some candles were lit on the kitchen island and on the TV stand as some soft music played in the background. You laugh a little as you walk over to him. Sat on the sofa, Bucky smiles at you, knowing how hard today must have been.

"Long day?" He asked. "God, don’t get me started” Buck stood up from the sofa, making is way to the middle of the small living room and placed a hand on your lower back and slowly pulled you in for a kiss. “I would gladly have rather spent the day here”. Buck let out a small breathy laugh, “well you’re here now” he says, almost whispering as if was trying to convince himself you were real. 

“How'd you do this all while I was getting changed? I was only in there for like 5 minutes, Buck". He takes your hands in his as Louis Armstrong starts to play through the speaker. "I may have planned this out a bit before you got home. Plus, food has been ordered. Got your favorite" He said with that same sweet smile he always gives you. Even though your tired, that damn Bucky Barnes Charm is irresistible. 

“Wow look at you go, ordering food from your phone” He scoffs sarcastically. “Hey, I am perfectly capable ordering from the phone, it’s not rocket science” You laugh, resting your forehead against his. “I know, I’m only joking old man”. 

He pulls you close and starts to sway to the music. The windows open slightly let in the light noise of rain and that ambiance of the city outside. It all adds to the small bubble the two of you had made in the apartment. The song changes to Can't Help Falling In Love With You as he places another kiss on your forehead. 

"I love yah, Doll. You know that right?" You turn your head to face him. The swaying stops and his hands rest on your waist. His face, dimly lit by the fairy lights and candles. "I know, I love you too Buck. Always have, always will". The two of you go back to softly swaying to the music, wrapped in each others warmth. Feeling safe in the world for a moment. 

[lucero-is-here]

SPRINTS OVER, JUMPS OVER HURDLES, DOES A BACKFLIP AND LANDS ONTO A STAGE DRESSED LIKE JUSTIN LAWSON FOR SOME REASON

Ladies, gentlemen and folks! I am your host, Ronnie! But today, you will call me Jules. The star guests today are the dupont family! AS A WHOLE!

And here they are! And the baby.

Requested by:

NOW LET’S DO IT!

- Charles blows up his equipment every now and then

- Maddie tried an experiment with Charles once and it ended badly- the entire room dedicated as a lab exploded

- Charles and Maddie get ice cream together sometimes. They just go on little ice cream dates.

- If Charles was alive long enough to see George a lor, he would sing to George every single night without fail.

- Charles would be a male wife sometimes if he was alive

- Maddie has cursive and very messy handwriting-

- Charles’s hand writing is kind of neat, but also quite big.

- Charles is kind of bad with people.

- Maddie loves physical activity. She does a lot of exercise and is really strong, strong enough to lift up Charles.

- Maddie gets almost no sleep sometimes- she sleeps maximum 8 hours in a week. Then there is Charles always telling her to sleep more.

- Maddie can do backflip somehow. It always scares Charles for some reason because she does it out of the blue.

- Maddie usually wears high heels cause of her mom. She hates them.

- Charles wears loafers most of the time. He has this one pair of shoes he wears all the time because that’s how much he likes them.

- Maddie’s hands are a little rough from working and taking care of George, but she loves it and finds pride in them!

- Charles’s hands are almost always covered with some kind of smog from inventions. But he always washes them, and he’s really particular about hygiene too. He won’t let himself touch George or Maddie or anyone if his hands are dirty.

- Maddie loves strawberries- sometimes though, Charles says she looks like a cute strawberry cause of her hair and her freckles.

- Charles counts the freckles on Maddie’s face for fun sometimes. He absolutely loves it and finds it so fun for no reason.

- Maddie knit herself a hat to look like the green part of a strawberry. Sometimes, she puts it on and walks around screaming: “I’M A STRAWBERRY” for fun. She does it to scare people sometimes, but mostly to make people laugh.

- Charles has squishy cheeks, and Maddie loves to squish them. She just politely asks, before squishing his cheeks.

- when Charles eats, he looks like a hamster and it’s adorable.

- Maddie is like a crow. She kind of likes shiny things. “It sparkles it glitters it shines…I MUST HAVE IT FOR MY NEST,”

- Maddie made a blanket nest once. She wanted to keep it but Charles wanted to sleep and didn’t want to destroy the nest, so Maddie destroyed it and convinced Charles she is still happy without it so he could sleep.

- OH THESE TWO GO ALL PUT IN APRIL FOOLS DAY- THEY ARE PRANKING EVERYONE AND ANYONE IT IS HILARIOUS

- The both of them would share responsibilities for taking care of George if Charles was still alive.

- Baby George likes ducks.

- Maddie makes Arthur Wright babysit for her sometimes. “Yeah you need practice cause you’re gonna have a family too one day Chief. And I need to work so have fun,” was literally what she said one time. Though she usually would just carry George around when she works for the fun of it.

- Charles gives George little kisses. Maddie picked up George by the ankle one time and dangled him in the air (don’t worry no babies were harmed. In fact this baby was 5 years old when Maddie did that and he actually had fun. Do not dangle a baby in the air by the ankle that is dangerous)

- Charles and Maddie read before going to bed sometimes.

- George becomes an inventor in the future! Like his dad!

Okay that’s it. I’m done for now. If I think of more, part 2-

Someone breaks down the door. “OH COME ON- STOP CHASING ME I HAVE AUDIENCE! YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE PROOF I PUNCHED THAT JAUBERT GUY IN THE FACE!” Jules screamed before running off.

[starlightmoon96]

Yandere Optimus Prime/Yandere Megatron x OC character chapter 9

Sabina told Hiro how her new life as Sabina Rose went with her, she told him everything since day one she went to California. Even telling him how she met his cousin Yuko at her new High School, winning mutable awards and having every art collage fighting over her for scholarship. What Hiro wanted to know was when she started to Sugar Baby business, Sabina didn't want to be too dependent of Tōshirō on supporting her she starting sugaring when she turned 18 years old and a senior in High School. Looking up on what type of sugar babies there are she really like the Japanese version of it which was Enjo-kōsai or compensated dating, Hiro knew what it was since he was from Japan and was alright with it since Sabina has control over her relationships with her sugar daddy's."

Back in California Tōshirō had finished explaining everything to Richard, now Richard understood why she didn't want to go to New York or anywhere near there. Despite him now knowing most of the truth, he still wanted to help Sabina in anywhere he can, he still cared for her and wasn't like more women in his life that cared about money. Sabina was the only one that didn't she cared about him and what he wanted and respected his wishes, so he told Tōshirō that he wanted to help Sabina in any way he can. Which made Tōshirō very happy and grateful too Richard, though Richard was curious about Sabina's fiancé so Tōshirō told him what Sabina told him about Hiro."

Around 10 at night in New York Sabina was looking up at the stars from outside of the lake house's porch, though she wasn't alone. Hiro had his arms wrapped around her from behind since she was sitting on his lap and had a long warm blanket wrapped around the two of them.

"Hiro you pick a location the view is perfect for star gazing." While she still spoke she looked at Hiro

"Remember how we used to star gazing back in high school?" As Hiro answered her she leaned his forehead on hers

"I sure do, only this time its official." Right after he said that Sabina said to him as she laid her head on his chest

"To be honest Tōshirō was your replacement he was the closest to your aura and personality, but it wasn't the same as yours. Richard showed the same aura of love as you though which surprised me."

"From what you told me about him, seems like he really cares about you more than a sugar daddy should. I think you might be right about him purposing to you when you were supposed to go back to California." Hearing Hiro say that made Sabina a little un easy as she spoke back to him

"I don't want to hurt him, he's been so sweet and treats me like a treasure. Meeting you changed everything now, I'm not so sure how things are going to turn out now?" She looked at her engagement ring that was still on her ring finger while still speaking

"Especially this, who knows how long until we can start officially plan our wedding. Let alone tell your family that I'm not dead, I just don't want anyone else getting hurt because of me. I always hoping my dad would walk me down the ale." After she said that Hiro said to her

"And things are going to be very hard for the two, if we have our wedding soon it'll end very badly I'm sure of it. Caroline when are you going to Japan?"

" In a couple of months when I finish collage Yuko is coming with me, I leave her I know she'll be a target and I'm going to haft to tell her the truth soon I don't think it's far for her to be in the dark." After Sabina said that Hiro stood up and helped her up by taking her hand, after she stood up Hiro said to her

"Why don't we all it a night? You haft head back to California tomorrow in the morning. Cant oversleep."

Though Sabina was taking a privet jet back to California she still didn't want to oversleep, what she didn't like was separating from Hiro. To help communicate they decided to do this old fashion way and send letters and post cards to each other for the time being, Sabina also told Hiro that she would stop sugaring once she's in japan. It got him some relief even though she's very responsible about sugaring, which Hiro was VERY happy about. Though one thing did worry Sabina and that was being by herself, she didn't want to ask anyone seeing Hiro with her on security cameras or worse if any of the humans that worked for the decepticons spots them. Now it was hard for her to trust anybody anymore, she had to be even more careful she didn't know how many there are.

When it was time for Sabina to leave she arrange a driver to pick her up outside a starbucks, Hiro had to drop her off a block away from the building to avoid the security cameras. While Sabina was waiting for her ride she decided to grab a coffee inside, once she got her coffee her ride showed up and helped her get her belongings in the vehicle for her. Since she was taking a private jet she needed to go into a different entrance of the airport, when she arrived at the airport to her surprise she saw Richard waiting for her outside of the jet.

"Richard this is a shocker I didn't expect to see you here?" Right after she said that Richard pulled out her hand to her in his hand was bouquet of blue orchids as he spoke to her with his cheerful smile on his face

"And that's what you like about me Sabina." Sabina gratefully took the flowers out of his hand as they both started to walk into the jet together, then for the past few month's things had been surprisingly fine and her ankle was all healed up so she didn't need the ankle brace anymore. When September started to come around Sabina had started to pack some of her belongings from her small library in her apartment, she didn't need any help so she did it herself she wasn't doing any extreme packing it was just to get her ready for the big move once she finished college starting off in one room was a good start to her option. Sabina also loved that October was coming up, not only Halloween was her favorite holiday but her birthday was on that month. During the time she was packing it was on a Sunday so she didn't go to either her job or her college on that day, Sundays are her days off and she enjoyed the piece. Once she was done packing she decided for a little lunch which was coffee jelly and a side of almond milk, just as she was eating her phone started ringing and she answered it.

"Hey Jasmine what's up."

"Sabina I know this is last minute but I really need the help for a project." Hearing her friend say that over the phone surprised Sabina as she continued speaking to her

"What do you need help with?" After she said that her friend Jasmine answered her

"My model just canceled on me, she has strep and this project is for the autumn expedition. And I know you already turned yours." Before she continued Sabina interrupted her as she finished drinking her almond milk

"Sure I'll do it, it's been a while since I modeled for someone."

"Great can you come by around an hour at the campus dorms? Naerim is going to help out with the shoot as well she's here with me." After that call ended Sabina finished eating her coffee jelly and almond milk, then Sabina got to her college in the dorms where her friends where and the dorm where her friend Jasmine lived in. What she wasn't aware of from outside of the dorm Optimus was using his holoform to listening to their conversation, he had been very careful to not being caught now that he was aware of Sabina's gift for the past several months. Yet during those months he didn't spot megatron anywhere near her when he was around, he wondered in megatron knew.

"So what's this modeling thing you want me to do?" Sabina asked that question to her friend Jasmine as she sat down in one of the chairs as her friend answered her

"I'm wanting to do an autumn photo shoot with featuring the autumn leafs and trees, I'd like you to model as an autumn elf. You already look like a doll and I'm really curious as to how you would look as an elf." Right after she said that Sabina's other friend Naerim spoke to Sabina

"I'm curious about that myself, I bet you'll look very beautiful as one."

"That explains why you brought Naerim here, she's great at cosplay makeup." Sabina said that as she looked over to Naerim, then she looked back at Jasmine

"Alright I'll do it." Her answer made her two friends very happy as did optimus that was listening, he knew what elves where and was would love to see what Sabina would look like as one. Two of Sabina's friends did different works Jasmine was doing Sabina's hair while Naerim was doing her makeup, with two of them working at the same time would get things going a lot faster. For the hair it was Mother of Dragons braid, once Jasmine was done she put the very long elf ears on Sabina while Naerim was finishing up the touches on the makeup the style she went with was autumn fall fairy elf makeup. Once she was done putting on the lipstick both girls where so happy so see Sabina in the entire elf look, she was indeed very beautiful as an elf. Before the makeover Sabina did wear the outfit she was asked to wear for the shoot, then both girls took selfies with Sabina before heading out.

" A lot of people on campus where so surprised seeing Sabina dressed the way she was, they came up to her telling her that she was beautiful and wanting pictures with her. Optimus though watching from the shadows was so shocked seeing Sabina the way she was, he didn't think it was possible but she was even more beautiful than normal. It was thanks to that some of Sabina's admirers wanted to help with the photoshoot with the lighting and setups, having that help would make things go more quickly so all three of then agreed with the extra help. Sabina also liked that idea for a couple of security guards during the shoots in case something happens, luckily over ten of her admires where helping and three of them agreed to help with the security. Sabina felt a lot safer and she saw that they were determined to keep her happy from the colors she was seeing from them, when she shoot started it was one pose after another. One's with autumn leafs raining down on her to a Northern cardinal actually landing actually landing on her hand that surprised her followed by a blue jay that landed on her shoulder, Jasmine was so happy seeing the results of the photos the same with Naerim and Sabina. What Sabina didn't know that she was under surveillance from one of Megatron mini flying drones, they were the size as sakata bugs. They didn't pose any threats which was why she didn't notice them even with her sight gift, now that Optimus was in the picture Megatron didn't want to risk being spotted by him. Though Megatron didn't like the male attention Sabina was getting either, but he did like her new appearance and how surprised it turned out on her.

"When autumn expedition started a lot of people showed up to see the students art work a lot of people were impressed by Sabina's work with was very large paining of a deer in a mystical autumn forest with a mysterious black hooded girl that had both her hands on it's back, though people were equally as impressed seeing her friend Jasmine's photography gallery of Sabina in her elf attire. Sabina was there for her friends since there was no point for to be at her finished piece, a lot of people told Sabina how beautiful she was in the pictures and she thanked them. Sabina say the several colors of envy and jealously from young women around her and jasmine's age, though she was used to seeing those colors from both of her High Schools. Despite that she was quite popular and wasn't hated or bullied because of her then background with being Tōshirō's adopted daughter from her second High School, though after some time Sabina wanted to get something to eat not wanting to spend any money Yuko made her a little bento box for her that she had in her work studio. Plus she wanted to get a little peace so she decided to eat in her work studio, Sabina said to goodbyes to her friend before she took off and before things got more busy."

"Excuse me." Hearing that male voice surprised Jasmine, it also caught her attention that made her look over to see who was speaking to her. The person that was speaking to her was Optimus using his holo form once he got her attention he continued speaking to her

"If you don't mind I would like a moment of your time?" Jasmine found herself a little speechless seeing him, so she did answer a few questions for him. What Optimus didn't know was that Ratchet followed him to the college he to use a holoform to avoid human attention. Ratchet's holoform didn't look that much older than optimus's, slick back light dark green hair like his armor color. A short sleeved torn jacket that almost went with his hair along with a black shirt, with dark blue jeans like with optimus black boots. Ratchet found it odd that Optimus was speaking with a human the way he was. Though it look like he wanted something from her, he couldn't get close enough to know what they were talking about. All he could do was watch from the shadows seeing what Optimus was up too and get some answer to his new behavior, during that time Sabina was enjoying her bento lunch in her work studio in the peace she wanted. She also wanted to wear her new engagement ring without anyone seeing it, to her it felt like Hiro was with her even though he wasn't. Just as she finished eating Sabina pulled off her ring and put it back in her pocket, then her phone started ringing and she answered it.

"Hey Jasmine, good timing I just finished eating."

"Oh good I got lucky." While Sabina was supporting her phone from her shoulder she was putting her bento back in her bag

"Listen this really hot guy showed up not long after you left" Hearing that surprised Sabina then she asked her

"Really what did he say?" After she said that her friend answered her

"He was asking about the photos in the art gallery at first, though it seemed he was interested in you in general." That surprised Sabina a little bit then she asked her with a little worried look on her face

"Um this guy? Was he polite and easy to talk too, none threating? Had a calm caring voice by any chance? Maybe leader type?" From Jasmine end she was surprised her hear that it described optimus and the way he acted to Jasmine perfectly then Jasmine answered her

"Yeah how did you know? He had a jacket with red and blue flames." After Jasmine said that Sabina's line was silent that made her friend speak to her again

"Sabina?"

"Jasmine listen to me very carefully, I do know him. You need to stay away from him he doesn't look it but he's bad news like that guy Tom I told ya'll about." That set off a few red alarms in Jasmine's head that made her run off as she spoke to Sabina again with a very worried look on her face.

"Sabina get the hell out of your work studio right now, I might have told him about your lunch break. Met me at my dorm." Sabina quickly ended the call as she grabbed her belongs and running out the door before locking it from the outside.

"Why didn't I see it before they meeting the guy twice was no coincidence that was Optimus using some sort of avatar. No wonder he seemed familiar."

[winniethewife]

You Can’t Always Save Everybody.

(Miguel O’hara x Spidersona!Scarlette Web)

Chapter 6

Warnings: Hospitals, Drug talk,

Last chapter ~ Next chapter

Words:1092

Peter sat by her bedside in the hospital. He didn’t know who to call or what to do. He had brought her back to his universe, and lied a bunch. Said she was his girlfriend and that he didn’t know what kind of drugs she had taken. That he found her like this, He thought about calling Miguel, but decided against it. He had no idea how Miguel would react, and most likely badly. Peter looks at Valentine’s frail body lying in the bed, she looks horrible, like she hadn’t been taking care of herself in a long time. Peter sighs and runs a hand through his hair before taking out his phone to text MJ. His wife is probably worried sick about everything.

Peter: Hey, We’re still good.  She’s sleeping. The doctors are giving her withdrawal meds but who knows.

MJ: That’s good she needs the rest. Have you called Miguel?

Peter: No. I don’t know if it’s a good idea. I don’t know how he’ll react. I mean. Look what happened with Miles.

MJ: Fair, but you’ll have to tell him eventually.

Peter sighs. MJ was right, as usual. He looks up at Valentine again. Her low soft breathing, the rise and fall of her chest. She looks like she might be made of glass, any wrong move and she’ll break. Peter stands up and carefully pulls the blanket over her as he thinks it all trough. Miguel would want to know she’s safe, and away from the danger. But at the same time Peter is nervous that Miguel will go all nuts again. Before he can really think it over more Valentine Rolls over on her side, starting to wake from her slumber.

“Miguel?” She asks, as she looks up at Peter.

“No, Sorry Sweetie, It’s Peter, Not nearly as tall, almost as handsome though” he jokes softly. As her dark eyes meet his he can see her starting to see more clearly.

“Peter? What? Where am I?”

“Hospital, My universe, figured it would be better if you woke up away from all that. Until we figure out what the plan of action is.” Peter says with a smile.

“Fuck…Okay…does Miguel know I’m here?” She slowly starts to sit up with a groan.

“No, I figured…you might want to wait, seeing how well your last interaction went.”

“Thanks I appreciate that.” She gives him a half smile

“So…what is the game plan then?” Peter asked hesitantly.

“I…Guess you should probably call Miguel.”

~

When Miguel got the call he had never moved faster, showing up at the hospital with flowers, As soon as he saw valentine, he felt like falling apart. She looked so frail, and yet more like herself. She hadn’t looked at him like that in so long. It wasn’t the same way she looked at him when she thought he was her Miguel, but another look, a look of caring. His breath hitched as he looked at all the medical stuff hooked up to her. He felt a single tear roll down his face. If he had just…

“Miggy.” She says softly.

“C-Cariño.” He says, he almost called her ‘Chiquita’ that would have been too much. He carefully sits down next to her. He reaches out and brushes a strand of her hair out of her face. “Val…There aren’t any words, I failed you.”

“Miguel…” She tries to start

“No, Valentine, Please. I treated you terribly, not in a way a friend should. I…I care about you so much and I didn’t act like it. I didn’t even notice when you disappeared. I feel like an absolute ass.” Miguel reaches for her face, his fingers grazed her cheek softly. He looks at her with soft eyes.

“You know I can’t come back…Not after…”

“Don’t worry about that right now. Just…please just feel better okay? No te dejaré.”

Over the next several months Valentine starts to slowly re-integrating into the spider society, she helps out around Headquarters, Keeping things running smoothly, working on inventions, almost like old times. The one main difference is she refused to don a suit again. she was avoiding any spiderwoman responsibilities. No matter how anyone asked her, or how many times it was brought up she would always reject the matter. Miguel could understand, the need to be away from it, but he worried she wouldn’t ever return to it. He understood her reasoning, better than most, but it didn’t stop him from worrying. She hadn’t even returned to her own universe since Peter took her away, She had been staying with Peter and MJ or occasionally staying in Miguel’s spare bedroom when she stayed in the lab much too late.

It had been one of those nights, she had stayed in the lab all day, and late into the night. Miguel came to check on her after Lyla had informed him she was still in the lab. He watched as she stands at the lab table working on some robotics, her raven hair pulled back into a ponytail, a lab coat over a black T-shirt and dark jeans, her focus on the project in front of her. Miguel walks over to her.

“Val. I’m going to head home. Come with me?” He asked her softly placing a hand on her upper back. Valentine looks up at him, she looks at him with a soft smile.

“Yeah, I can stop here. It should be good.” She puts down her tools and starts to put stuff away as Miguel watches, his eyes following her as she puts everything away. He felt his heart stop for a moment as she pulls off her lab coat, it doesn’t seem to matter how many times he sees her, the marks up and down her arms are just a brutal reminder of what had happened, that day on the roof top flashing in his mind, seeing Scarlette Web for the first time. Valentine notices his eyes trained on her arms and she feels a weight in her chest. She knows he feels responsible. She knows he has been thinking over everything that happened, she had too.

“Ready?” She asks as she grabs her bag and pulls it over her shoulder.

“Yeah.” Miguel shakes his head slightly like he was coming out of a trance. As they make their way through the abnormally empty Headquarters they keep a comfortable silence, As they get to the parking lot and get in Miguel’s car he looks at her a hesitant smile on his face.

“I’m glad your Home Cariño.”

~

Translations:

No te dejaré: i won't leave you

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Danny didn't expect a lot of weirdness when he started this loop. He was sorely mistaken.

The realization came to him when he realized he had retained the previous loop's features and still looked like a 25-year-old gangster, tattoos and all. Not to mention he was staring down at the tiny version of one Johan Seong.

Taking a deep breath of his cigarette he allowed himself another glance downwards, which he immediately regretted.

"Could you give me your shoes?' Johan looked up at him with his big brown eyes shining with a sort of innocence Daniel had never seen on the boy before.

He exhaled the smoke upwards, as far away from the little one's face as possible, then crouched down and extinguished his cigarette on the pavement while his free hand reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a wad of cash that had seemingly traversed back with him and handed it to the wide-eyed boy with the gentlest smile he could manage.

"Take care of yourself" He ruffled little Johan's hair before getting back up and continuing down the sidewalk.

Without hurrying he made his way to a hotpot restaurant, keenly aware of his little shadow. He stopped right in front of it and turned around startling the boy so badly that he instinctively cowered.

"Have you had anything to eat yet?" The man asked, softening his expression so as not to frighten the boy more than he already had.

Johan shook his head and Daniel gestured for him to go in. He marveled at the boy's innocence as his eyes grew larger and he sprinted into the hotpot shop with an expression of childish glee that tugged at the older's heartstrings. This boy had not yet lost the spark in his eyes, though judging by his appearance he had already suffered through the whole cult ordeal.

Daniel chuckled at his enthusiasm and allowed Johan to choose what to order while they sat down next to each other.

"Hey mister, you're really nice!" The boy exclaimed, biting into a piece of meat. "You didn't even kick me when I asked for your shoes and gave me money and everything!"

Danny hummed back while swallowing his own food before wiping a trail of broth off the boy's chin. Johan watched him with keen eyes but didn't lean back or in. It was like the boy was trying to decide whether to be suspicious or revel in this tiny moment of affection that made him feel all fuzzy and warm inside. His mommy used to make him feel like that a long time ago when he was really little but hadn't done so since. Adults only play nice when they want something from you, he reminded himself when the tall dark-haired man retracted his hand and placed the crumbled napkin back on the table before returning to his meal. Something about him made Johan feel safe, something he hadn't felt since they had taken his mommy away, and made him want to cling to him. That's why he had followed him in the first place.

Seeing the boy lost in thought Daniel suppressed a tiny smirk and gently flickered his forehead, only hard enough to wake him from his reverie. He was rewarded with a pout that almost made him coo, but the boy's attention quickly went back to his remaining meal which he once more began to swallow feverishly.

"Slow down." The man chided while handing him a glass of water when Johan accidentally choked.

His actions seemed to have taken a more paternal turn ever since his eyes had landed on the tiny boy, but he didn't really care at the moment. Every bone in his imposing body screamed to take the boy home, wrap him in a blanket and protect him from this cruel world but he suppressed such thoughts. Although his morals had long since been distorted he had yet to completely lose his sense of boundaries. Kidnapping a child wouldn't do, not when he himself seemed to always get into trouble somehow. He didn't even have a place to stay at the moment, so that plan went out the window before it even began.

"Hey, mister", a tiny, high-pitched voice put a stop to his spiraling thought and his tired black eyes clashed with bright brown innocent ones, "what's your name?"

Daniel almost got whiplash with how suddenly his other thoughts paused but didn't show any outward signs of his newfound weakness. The child was making him soft.

"Daniel", he wiped his mouth with a napkin, "and you?"

"I'm Johan!"

His enthusiasm seemed to be infectious because he soon found himself smiling and humming while following along with the small brunette as he chatted about anything and everything. Yep, the child was definitely making him soft. And wasn't that a weirdly welcome surprise?

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In the following days, the two of them kept bumping into each other, and each time they did they ended up back at the same hotpot restaurant.

Daniel had gotten a job at a nearby supermarket that reminded him of his old convenience store, with the added bonus that it paid better and no one dared to look down on him (not that most even could anyway). That way he had the funds to keep taking little Johan to eat at least once a week, although he had yet to find a place for himself. That particular thing wasn't really a problem, since he had long since learned the best sleeping spots in the city during some of his past loops and no one dared to attack him while he slept, out of fear.

In the last loop, Daniel had gotten really jacked up and covered most of his upper body in tattoos symbolizing various things, from his friends to events from other loops and so forth. Unless you really paid attention you probably couldn't tell what they meant, since the man had paid special attention to hiding such details in the very images representing them.

That evening, as he was making his way back from his job Daniel stumbled over a sight that made his blood boil. On the ground was a brunette little lump, covered in blood and bruises, with shards of broken glass and pieces of broken bottles surrounding it. Burying his anger deep in his chest the man stumbled to the child's side, crouching down to take a better look at the damage. No one other than him was around, but it didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened.

With his foot, he nudged away most of the glass before kneeling over the unmoving Johan. He breathed a sigh of relief after finding a pulse, took off his ratty black trench coat, and scooped the bundle up into it. Careful not to hold him too tight and risk making his injuries worse Daniel made his way quickly to one of his nearby hideouts in an old abandoned building. Johan stirred and let out a weak whimper when he bangs climbing the crumbling stairs.

"It's okay, just hang on for a little longer. You'll be okay." He hushed the child suppressing the urge to cuddle him until he felt better no matter how much his chest ached at the notion of having to prolong his pain.

"Just a little longer" He promised the half-conscious boy, finally reaching the floor he had claimed as his own.

Without letting go of Johan he reached underneath an old, rotten dresser and pulled out a backpack that was obviously newer than anything else in this room, though, upon a closer inspection, one could see that it was missing a strap and looked torn in places. Daniel didn't once stop whispering reassurances and praise for how well he was doing as he removed the shard from his skin and bandaged the cuts. While relieved that the boy didn't seem to have any broken bones, he still gritted his teeth while applying cream to the patches of sickening blue and yellow covering his skin and wrapping his wounds.

Once he was finished dressing his wounds he wrapped the boy in one of his jackets and placed him on a relatively clean mattress he had managed to procure from a lovely lady at a yard sale, allowing himself a moment to marvel at how much younger and smaller he looked while sleeping. That night he didn't sleep, instead guarding Johan and making plans on returning the favor tenfold to those who had dared to lay their filthy hands on his kid.

When the first rays of sunlight slipped through the cracked window Johan began to stir. His whole body hurt, but not as much as it had when those guys beat him up. He was on something soft and he cuddled into the warmth before his mind caught up with his awake body. Warmth? He lurched forward in a panic before a pair of big warm hands gently pushed his back.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, you're safe."

He didn't recognize the voice at first but his brain automatically associated it with safety so he relaxed and allowed himself to be pushed back into what he now realized was a jacket almost three times his size in which he had been wrapped in. The pain in his back flared, but he pushed it away in favor of analyzing the room.

It didn't look like anything special. The walls were cracked and the paint had fallen off in some places. He was laying on a mattress that looked like a dog had bitten off one of its corners. Opposite him was an old wooden table with two plastic chairs that didn't belong to the same set on either side of it and next to it was a dresser that looked like it had come straight out of a haunted victorian mansion.

Finally, Johan's eyes landed on the figure at the foot of his bed and a shy smile bloomed on his battered face. Daniel returned it even wider while leaning towards him and placing a calloused palm on his forehead. The action made him fidget, but he soon calmed down when the man took his hand back, seemingly satisfied.

"Where does it hurt?"

The boy's first reaction was to deny that there was anything wrong with him but the look in Danny's eyes made him think otherwise. Timidly he pointed at the parts where he could still feel the pain, watching with bated breath as the man's expression seemed to grow darker and darker.

Finally, he hummed in the way Johan had learned to distinguish as him having gotten what he wanted and let out a deep breath. Although his hand itched for a cigarette, he remained steadfast in his refusal to smoke anywhere near the boy these days. Instead, he forced on a blank expression and began rummaging through the backpack. He pulled out a bottle of water and a store-bought sandwich and handed them to the child after checking the expiration date.

He made sure that the copycat didn't choke while wolfing down the slightly stale sandwich and reflexively wiped the crumbs off his cheeks after he had finished, lamenting at how sunken they were. He resolved to hound the boy to go with him to the hotpot store more often, if only to make sure he ate enough.

"Why?"

"Mhm?"

"Why-Why did you take me to your place? Why did you take care of me and feed me? You haven't asked for anything back? I-I don't have anything to give you! I can't-"

The boy's broken tirade was cut off by a pair of scarred but warm hands circling around his trembling frame and bringing him into someone's chest. The dam broke, and tears began flowing down his pale cheeks like waterfalls. He didn't even know why he was crying, but the building ache in his chest seemed to have finally bubbled to the surface and overwhelmed him. It wasn't fair! Why did this stranger he had met not even a month ago care for him more than his mommy did? Why? Why couldn't he be a normal kid? Why couldn't he go to school, and make friends, and play with toys?

Daniel listened to the little one wrapped in his arms choke on his own sobs and hiccups while mumbling unintelligibly and his heart shattered. The unfairness of it all hit him straight on and at that moment he found that he didn't care if his shirt was wet with tears and snot and bits of saliva, nor did he care that his work would start in half an hour. He could afford to lose his job (even if it would be a rather nasty blow to his income) if it meant that the little boy who was drifting off to sleep on his chest, having already tired himself out crying, wouldn't be alone when he woke up.

No, he thought clutching Johan closer to himself, he wouldn't let him be alone again. He wouldn't abandon him and he would do his darned best so that he would get a normal childhood.