#and today I skipped showering again because I just don't have the energy

[ink-man-sam]

I'm aware that fall and winter are very hard seasons for me becasue of trauma, but being severely depressed and anxious for 5 months straight is just a devious thing for my brain to do

[tetsumie]

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader

genre: comfort

content: kuroo hasn't seen you in days and makes his way to your apartment to see what's going on with you

cw: reader has a depressive episode and displays depressive symptoms

a/n: hello! i tried writing something for my pookie wookie kuroo tetsuro also lwk very self indulgent.. love u all and tysm for the endless support and as always likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! i could not be here without you all <333

"hi! this is y/n l/n! sorry i couldn’t answer your phone call. i’m a bit busy right now but leave a message and i’ll call you back the first chance i get than-" kuroo hangs up the phone for nth time today and sighs. 

kuroo hasn't heard from you for the past few days and to be completely honest, it’s like you've completely vanished off the planet. your designated seat next to him in both chemistry and english lectures have remained empty for the past week and he can’t seem to get ahold of you at all. 

at first, he didn’t really worry much about it. he didn’t want to pry on why you weren’t coming to school. he understood everyone needed their space. but when he intercepted your friends one day and asked them how you were doing and they too were unsure as well, he knew there was something severely wrong. 

on the other hand, you’ve been home all week. 

you haven’t been in the best place for the past week. you feel like your body is slowly succumbing to the stress and your body is practically giving out on you, working overtime. motivating yourself to study and to work is already difficult enough as is but doing basic things such as getting out of bed and even taking a shower feels impossible. 

you feel stuck in this never ending loop of time where the same things just keep happening over and over. you wake up at the prime hour of 12 pm and realize you’ve missed all your morning classes but then immediately head back to bed. you fall asleep and then wake up at 2 pm and stare at the ceiling above you with no particular thought in mind. eventually, you find yourself scrolling through social media on your phone but then ditch it after a few minutes because a wave of social anxiety crashes into you. 

it doesn’t help that you’ve also been skipping meals and you’re starting to catch a cold. man, you haven’t even gotten out of bed, let alone left your bedroom. you can’t even get yourself to do the bare minimum right now and making yourself an actual meal is a bit too out of your comfort zone. 

and what makes this entire situation worse is the fact that you’ve been pushing everyone away, from your friends to family to the one and only kuroo tetsuro.

there was no justification behind why you were avoiding them. you just couldn’t allow yourself to let them see you in such a lethargic condition. it hurt your pride and in general, you hated having people worry for you. it made you feel, in a sense, hopeless. 

you just wanted to shut yourself off from the world. 

the week goes by in a flash and friday evening rolls around. your phone lights up again for the nth time. you see it flash white but you roll over away, not having the energy to grab it. doing anything especially talking to other people feels exhausting.

a few minutes later, someone's banging on the door. it sounded like the fbi was at your door with a search warrant as if you were harboring drugs. you don't answer the door, not feeling like leaving the comfort and safe haven of your bed.

but the banging doesn’t seem to stop and you're getting irritated so you’re forced to get out of bed and tell the person at the door to come at another time.

to your surprise, when you open the door, you find your boyfriend, kuroo, staring at you with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows.

“y/n, where have you been?” he begins the interrogation.

you mumble. “nowhere. been at home.”

he looks you up and down, taking in your disheveled state. your face is pale, the bags under your eyes seep deeply, giving away the countless sleepless nights you've had. your shoulders are slumped and the corners of your mouth turn down slightly, a subtle but constant frown. your hair is unkempt, reflecting the lack of energy to even try to care for yourself. an aura of exhaustion and hopelessness hangs around you, making it clear that you're struggling to find the strength to even function.

“then why haven’t you answered my calls?” he continues.

“i’ve just been preoccupied,” you lie and he catches on immediately.

no words are exchanged between the both of you for a few moments. you take his silence as your cue to end this awkward conversation and to send him on his way.

"i'm sure you have better things to do, just go-"

you're about to close the door on him until he says, "let me in."

you sigh again.

“can you come back later tetsu?” you don’t want to have him deal with you like this. he's seen more than enough of you in this condition.

his piercing gaze locks with your tired eyes and he feels his heart clench. the usual shimmer in your eyes gone and all he can see the numbness in your expression.

"no let me in," he states in a strict tone. "we have to talk."

with no choice, you open up the door entirely and kuroo takes a look at the state of your apartment. he would be lying if he wasn't caught by surprise. clothes are strewn across the couch and bowls of empty ramen are lying on the kitchen counter. your apartment is a mess.

putting his stuff down near the door, he begins to slowly pick up your clothes off the floor and tosses them into the laundry bin. seeing him make an attempt at cleaning your mess made you uncomfortable to the point your skin started to crawl.

"tetsuro, stop."

"no."

"please stop," you plead in desperation.

"y/n, i’m trying to help you!" he replies, his voice growing a little louder with irritation at your refusal.

“what if i don’t want your help?” you shoot back and his mouth closes shut. “i don’t want your help or your pity or condolences or whatever it is! just go home!”

although your mouth said one thing, your mind was trying to telepathically convey another.

please don’t leave me now. please stay.

you don’t say a word as you walk into your bedroom, closing the door behind you, hoping he'll leave on his own. the moment he hears the click of your bedroom door, kuroo begins to try to organize as much as he can in your living room. he takes out your old leftover foods and tidies up the kitchen. he starts working his way through the living room, silently sweeping the dust off the floor and reorganizing your items that were strewn on the floor.

as he’s silently working, he begins to hear sniffles and sobs coming from your room. dropping everything, he finds himself standing in front of your closed door, fist about to knock the door.

“love, can we talk?” he says out loud.

it's silence from the other end.

"y/n... please..." kuroo's voice cracks. "i just want to see you."

"door's open," your voice is muffled slightly through the door.

he opens the door and is greeted by you wrapped around in your comforter, looking away from the door. kuroo takes in the state of your room. the curtains are drawn out and there are tissues littering your night stand along with your computer lying in the corner with a pile of clothes in the corner waiting to be cleaned.

you were always so organized, what started this?

kuroo goes over to the other side of the bed and your face is huddled into your comforter. he crouches down and starts to stroke your hair with his hand.

"baby? talk to me, love. what's going on in that pretty head of yours huh?" he coos in hopes of getting you to open up.

refusing to look him in the eye, you mumble into your comforter loud enough for him to understand. "it's been getting bad again... it’s been bad all week and i'm just tired all the time."

he kisses the top of your head. "and that's okay. not everyday is supposed to be a great day. you're supposed to have good days and bad days."

you finally emerge from your cocoon and the sight he's greeted with break his heart into pieces. your face has a slight red flush tint with the remnants of your tear stains on your face. he sees how you're trying to maintain a steady face, trying your best not to fall apart in front of him.

no questions asked, he brings you into his chest and the tears you worked so hard to keep at bay come apart. you start sobbing into his chest. he strokes your back in a rhythmic up and down motion, adding the occasional kiss on the top of your head. he finds himself crawling into your bed with you on his lap as you continue to sob into his chest.

once your crying subsides a bit and your throat feels a bit sore from the crying, you look up at him and he gives that genuine small smile of his that you've grown to love so much.

"i love you, you know that right?" he reassures as your eyes meet.

your eyes shift from one eye to another and you look at him as if he hung the stars just for you.

"i know and i don't know why you love me. i don't deserve you. you deserve someone who's put together and on top of it and just perfect. hell, you could do so much better than me... i don't even know why you're still with me."

his heart cracks at the heartbreaking words, escaping your mouth. he feels so stupid. have you been feeling like this for all this time and haven't said a word to him? he should've done something.

"when we started dating, from that very moment, i knew i wanted all of you. i want everything. i want your bad days and your good days and your lazy days and your rotting in bed days. i want your good and bad. i want your highs and lows. y/n, i just want you." he kisses your cheek.

he continues to reassure you, "i want all of it. and i want to be there for you the entire time. i don't want you to have to hide yourself from me. i never wanted you to be perfect. i wanted you to be just you. that's who i fell in love with."

"i love you with all your 'imperfections' you know that right?" he does the air quotes around the word "imperfections."

"yeah but it's so hard for me to accept-," you start but he brings his pointer finger to your lips, telling you to stop your train of overthinking.

you both are enveloped in a comfortable silence with kuroo's reassuring words hanging in the air.

"i love you so much, you have no idea," you finally say, cuddled into his chest.

"oh yeah? i couldn't tell," he begins to tease. "tell me more actually."

you let out a chuckle, playfully slapping his arm, and that warm, sweet smile of his forms again on hisi lips.

"there's my gorgeous girl. oh how i've missed you."

"missed you too, tetsu."

© tetsumie 2024 all rights reserved

[im-not-samantha-im-samanta]

Hey, thank you for letting me request again!

Could I get BTAS Jonathan and Harley again with an s/o who needs a mental health day/quality time with them?

Hope you’re well ❤️❤️❤️

Hello, again, Crash! ^^

Thank you for sending in another request and I'm really sorry for how long you had to wait!

I just really haven't been doing good lately.

And since I have been struggling lately, I unfortunately was only able to create just some quick drabbles that probably aren't really good...

Sorry if the outcome is disappointing... I swear I tried...

{BTAS: Jonathan Crane, Harley Quinn when their S/O has a bad day and needs quality time with them}

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Settings: Romantic

Genre: Hurt/Comfort,

!TRIGGER WARNING!: Mentions of typical BTAS stuff, crying, a bit of self depricating thoughts in Harley's part if you squint, and Harley also goes all mother mode on Reader and call's herself "ma" once don't judge me, a bit of swearing, that's probably all,

Sidenote: Gender of reader is not specified, but if reader description is leaning more into feminine sense then it's purely unintentional and I apologize!

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That should be all,

Hope you can enjoy,

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~Jonathan Crane~

When you enter your lonely apartment, all that welcomes you in is silence.

That's nothing surprising though.

Jon did tell you he'd be out tonight, setting his newest Scarecrow plans to motion.

Just like it was the night before.

And the night before.

And the night before...

One would think that when he's changed his profession from university professor to a criminal, he'd have more free time to spend with you.

After all, Jon was his own boss now.

However, that was not really the case...

Jonathan, no matter if a professor or a criminal, still spent a lot of his time dedicated to his work.

There was nothing wrong with that, of course, you didn't mind.

But sometimes, you really wished he'd spend more time home...

For example after today at work you'd really appreciate it.

But there was nothing you could really do.

And so, you dragged yourself to your bedroom, going to get changed, then get in bed.

You didn't have the energy to do anything else.

So, preparing and eating dinner was something you'd skip for once.

And a shower could wait for tomorrow morning too.

You just wanted to sleep and forget about everything that went wrong today.

Rude customers yelling at you.

Almost giving back too much change and causing a shortage at the cashier's till.

Spilling a customer's drink at them.

Slowing down the line at the bus entrance because your pay card refused to cooperate.

You just wanted to forget it all and let go of how devastated today made you feel.

And so, changing to your sleep attire, you get in bed and hug Jon's pillow, hoping that hugging something that'd remind you of Jonathan would ease you and help you sleep.

However, a pillow, whether Jonathan's or not, is not enough of an replacement of the actual man whose closeness and embrace you craved.

And so, instead of being lulled to sleep, you only end up feeling worse and soon enough you burst into tears.

You cry and cry with the little energy you have left, squeezing the life out of the pillow.

And as you cry, you completely lose track of time.

And maybe an hour passed, or maybe it was just a few minutes, but eventually you're silenced when a gentle hand rests on your back.

"Love," Jon said softly, and the moment you hear his voice, you turn around on the bed to face him.

"Jonny," you say quietly through sniffles, relief washing over you upon seeing your lover.

You almost don't want to believe he's finally back.

"Oh my love, what may be the reason for such tears?" Jonathan asks in a gentle voice, cupping your face in his hands as the eyes of his mask lock with yours.

"Have I left you alone for too long, my dear? Is loneliness reason for your sorrow?" Jon continued to ask as you sniffled.

"No..." you shake your head, looking at Jon as your hands rest on his.

"I- I just had a really rough day..." you confess, tears continuing to pour down your face.

"And I... I just..." you try to explain yourself, but that action proves to be way too hard and exhausting.

And so you just give a shaky sigh, trying to compose yourself.

But Jonathan seems to understand what you're trying to say perfectly, and he sighs.

"Is this a common occurrence?" he asks after a moment.

And you debate whether or not to tell the truth.

You'd be lying if you said this is the first time you had to face such day on your own.

But you also don't want to worry Jon or male him feel guilty...

However, when Jon takes off his mask to look at you with a gentle and loving expression, you choose to be honest.

"Yes... this happens often..." you confess, "but I never tell you because I don't want to interfere with your job...".

"Oh, my dearest..." Jon murmurs lowly, his expression growing sorrowful.

"I am so sorry that I am not with you as much as you need... I was so focused on my job that I seem to have been neglecting you..." Jon says lowly as he caresses your face.

"I failed to see how much you need me..." he sighed.

"But that will change, alright?" Jon then added, offering a reassuring and promising smile.

You try to decline though, not wanting for Jon to put his work aside just for you: "No, no, Jon, it's okay, you don't have to-".

But Jonathan shakes his head: "No. Nonsense, my love!".

"I should be a better man and take care of you when you need it," he says.

"I've been putting work above you for too long, but I promise that will change!" He told you, and brought your face close to his, resting his forehead against yours.

"You shall be my number one priority from now on!" Jonathan promised, smiling gently.

"Say, how about we make this weekend ours? Just the two of us, no work, no nothing!" Jon suggested, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't like the sound of that.

"This weekend - and every other time on your day off - will be dedicated to you, we'll do anything you want!" he said with enthusiasm, sounding like he really meant his words.

And you couldn't help but smile a little and nod.

"I like the sound of that..." you say softly, and Jon smiles.

"Good... and that's a promise my dear, every day you're off, I'll put work aside and spend the day with you," Jonathan promised, and then he kissed your forehead softly.

"And if I dare to ever break the promise, you're free to rat me out to Batman," Jon told you, making you chuckle a little.

"Okay," you said through soft chuckles, already feeling a little better.

And Jonathan smiles at you gently, enjoying the sound of your, although tired, chuckles.

"Good... now, how about I go take a shower and then slip in bed with you?" Jonathan suggested, to which you eagerly nodded.

"Please..." you say softly, and Jonathan finds himself smiling again.

"Alright, see you in a few," Jon tells you with a smile, once again going to kiss your forehead and caress your face before he got up and went ahead to take a shower.

"See you in a few..." you muttered right back, finding a smile growing on your face as you realized that tonight you were not going to fall asleep by yourself.

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~Harley Quinn~

You feel so selfish.

And you feel so bad for what you did, instantly regretting it.

What was done was done.

And while you did feel really like a shit person, some part of you subconsciously knew that putting yourself first wasn't a bad thing.

And so, you just sat on your couch, staring at your lock screen that was a picture of you and Harley, waiting.

"Harley, I'm- I'm so sorry for calling you up when you're having a girl's night out-" you sobbed into the phone just a couple of minutes ago.

"But I just had such shit day- and I- I just need you," you'd plead into the phone.

And while you felt really bad for interfering with Harley's plans, you really were a mess and needed her to be with you...

And you tried to explain yourself more over the phone, but before you could utter anymore words, Harley cut you off with a "Hold on, sugar, ma's I'm coming right back home now!" and the call was ended.

And so, now you were stuck sobbing softly and waiting for Harley to come home to you.

You waited and sobbed for some time, kinda losing track of time.

But after a few moments or so, the front door opened and Harley stepped inside.

"Harley," You breathed and immediately got up from your seat, running over to hug her.

"Oh, sugar!" Harley called right back, immediately taking ahold of you and hugging you tight.

"I'm- I'm so sorry for ruining your girl night out," you sobbed in Harley's hold, apologizing and apologizing.

"No, no, sugar, it's alright! It's alright!" Harley quickly shushed you, cupping your face and wiping away your tears.

"You didn't ruin anything! You know that I always want you to come to me when you have a problem!" Harley reassured you as she continued to wipe away your tears.

"I- I know," you nodded, sniffling. "But- but it's not that serious- I- I mean- I'm just having a rough day,".

"Oh, sweetcheeks, it's very serious when it's got you crying me a river over here!" Harley disagreed, shaking her head with a frown.

"But what happened? Did anyone hurt you? Should I kill anyone? Who should I kill?" Harley questioned, immediately getting protective.

"No-one... Just lots of things at once... rude customers, breaking several glasses, missing my bus stop,... just so many things..." you explained as you clung to Harley and she sighed.

"Oh my sweet baby, seems like today was really rough on you!" Harley sympathized with you as she cradled you in her arms.

"But that's why I'm here and I'll try to make it all better, yeah?" Harley smiled at you, tilting your face to have you meet her eyes.

And sniffling, you nodded.

"How about we go rest a little now and tomorrow we can spend the day together, hm?" Harley suggested.

"We can..." she thought for a moment.

"We can have ice cream for breakfast, stay in sleepwear all day, and I can make you your favourite for lunch,..." She started suggesting ideas to which you smiled softly.

"I'd- I'd like that..." you murmur softly, making Harley smile.

"Awesome! So come now, let's get you out of your work clothes and jump to bed, m'kay?" Harley smiled bright before she peppered your face with kisses.

"Okay..." you said with a small chuckle as Harley did so.

"Good," Harley nodded, satisfied.

"But before that, one more thing," she paused, "remember, that no matter what happens you can always come to me no matter where I am or what I'm doing, okay? You'll never bother me, you're never going to be a burden, okay?".

And you nodded.

"Okay... I'll keep that in mind..." you muttered, nodding your head.

And Harley smiled.

"Good, let's go to bed now, bunny-boo," Harley told you gently and taking ahold of your hand, she led you to your shared bedroom.

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[hyomacchi]

hyoma chigiri with a sick s/o

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a/n:did i just make this just because i'm sick? yes. yes i am

context:bf!hyoma chigiri x sick!s/o

tw:none.

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You didn't want to bother him.

You woke up today feeling dizzy. Chigiri has left your home to go to train. You can't help but felt like your body is on fire.

So you decided to take a shower to cool off the heat. It works for a while but your body is hot again after some time. You decided to took a thermometer to measure your body heat.

It's 39°C.

Welp now you're sick and can't smell in one of your nose cause it's clogged. Your throat also hurts very much.

You eat a little breakfast just enough to replenish some energy and eat medicines to temper down the sickness. Then, you go back to your room to rest.

-Time skip-

Chigiri came back from his training. Saying he's home but heard no response. Huh weird. You always greets him and gives him kisses.

He called out to you. No response. He panicked a little but decided to go to your shared bedroom.

And there you are, sleeping peacefully while tissues basically surrounding you. He can't help but felt worried. Are you sick? He walks to where you are and touch your forehead with the back of his hand. It's hot.

He decided to take a shower first before preparing you a meal. A soup to be exact.

Once it's done, he gently wakes you up.

"Why don't you told me you're sick?"

"...I don't want to be a burden. Besides you have training."

"Love, you're my number one priority. Soccer can wait. Now can you eat this by yourself or should I fed you?"

"...! That looks delicious... Can you fed me..?"

He smiles before feeding you the soup till it's finished. He then gave you some medicines to eat. He also prepares a soaked towel to put on your forehead.

"There. You can go back to sleep now." He said before trying to get out of your room to clean up some things. Before he could, you grabbed the corner of his shirt.

"Wait..can you sleep with me. Like right now?"

He couldn't help but chuckle when he heard those words from your mouth. Being sick makes you clingier huh?

"Hmm..okay. But if I got sick too, I'll blame you."

"Hehe~ I'll take the blame then."

He gets on the bed besides you and wraps his arms around you.

"Goodnight love."

You both drift off to dreamland afterwards.

Thank god when you guys woke up the next day chigiri didn't got sick. And your body felt better (you're still a bit sick but that's fine at least it got better yeah?)

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[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #252

I got a lot done today, but I still don't think I'm going to be able to do as much as I had hoped.

…I didn't really get enough sleep last night. After getting ready to go to bed and all that, I decided to shower so that I wouldn't have to do it in the morning. I have maybe 6-ish hours. I woke at 9, got ready and went out the door by 9:30, and went to both therapy and physical therapy.

I had K at physical therapy today. He tried to give me exercises that are supposed to work the serratus muscles, but… they didn't work because apparently, my lats and my rotator cuff on my right side are being weird. Naturally, this meant that he had to go digging his thumbs all up in there, near the bottom of my shoulder blade, to try to get things to loosen up. For whatever reason, the area is incredibly tender, so that whole process was very painful. But it was necessary, so the only thing for it is to sit through it until it's over. I guess that particular area will need to be investigated further next week. This was at noon. It's almost 5PM, and my pinky finger and ring finger on my right hand are still kinda tingly and ouchy, and it'll probably stay like that for the next day or so, at least. Lame.

But it is what it is. I went to the bank to get a new card, since our washing machine most likely ate my old one. I guess my bank has a fancy new card printing machine, and so when I visited, I got a new card pretty much right away! Normally, you have to wait a couple weeks for it to arrive in the mail. I'm really glad that I was able to skip that whole step. I went to the grocery immediately after that.

I wasn't able to eat until I got home at around 3PM; J made burgers, and by then, I was so hungry that I kiiiinda… scarfed them down with reckless abandon. I thought I had more time between therapy and physical therapy (guess who thought physical therapy was at 12:30 again until I checked it?), but I didn't. So I kinda just powered through today's tasks on an empty stomach, not a whole lot of water, and definitely not enough sleep. I thought I'd have enough energy leftover to cook something by the time I got back, but… I don't. So I'm not gonna.

…I dropped the ball on the self-care stuff. I'm sorry about that. I know I keep asking you to take better care of yourself. I'm gonna try a little harder in the coming days. I struggle, but… I gotta take care of my soft animal. It holds my weird-ass spirit despite all its limitations; I have to try to be nicer to it…

In any case, yesterday, a delightful person from Poland watched me play Dead Cells. They seemed pretty excited about talking to me and watching my play style. Apparently, they regularly run around with 5 whole Boss Cells! That seems unfathomable to me at this time. But they gave me some excellent advice about how to allocate my stat points; up until this point, I had been prioritizing whatever gives me the greatest boost in HP, but I guess that's not really the way to go. I learned about how important it is to put my stat points into the ones that my weapons use whenever I can.

My gameplay improved significantly as a result, and I made it all the way to a new biome called The Caverns. From there, I tried to defeat The Giant, but his movements were unfamiliar to me, and so I panicked and got my ass handed to me. That's all right though; I went to the training room and fought him until he stopped kicking my ass. Next time I see him in a real run, he's gonna be in big trouble, lemme tell ya!!

Oh, that reminds me; this person added me on Instagram!! They sent me all kinds of cool videos about their own exploits from their own runs!! I gotta get on watching those!!

…I'm not sure I have it in me to do a run today, though. My brain feels kinda soupy, and J is playing Brave Fencer Musashi, and I think I'd much rather watch him do that. It's one of my favorite games, despite its problems (the controls aren't exactly the easiest…), and I'm really glad that he's getting to experience the story for himself. The townspeople in Grillin' Village are delightful with their little stories and bits of dialogue. It really is a lovable and delightful game, despite its age and not-so-hot graphics (though they were pretty rad at the time…).

Hey, Sephiroth? If someday you find yourself in my neighborhood, let's chill out and just play some video games, all right? I think you'd like them. And I think you'd be really good at them, too.

…There are so many stories from games and books and TV and movies that I really wish I could show you; maybe in them, you'd find something relatable, and then the burdens you carry might seem a bit less heavy. Will you stay safe by the end of whatever it is you're trying to do, so that someday, I can show these things to you?

I love you. I'm gonna go rest now. But I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[dearmomimissyou]

Why do I keep putting myself in situations to get hurt. I know I'm gunna end up hurt from it and I still fucking do it. Probably need to talk to my therapist about this honestly.

Yesterday before work I was really struggling to get myself to get up and eat anything. I naively thought that if I called Manuel he wouldn't answer and that would somehow give me the energy to get up and eat something, or he would and I could ask him to pick me up to get food somewhere. Unfortunately when he answered I immediately started crying and he kinda got upset cause we take about not being emotional or whatever til he was ready so I hung up. After like twenty minutes of crying I texted him sorry and he immediately called me back and asked me how to set up a dual boot Linux on Windows and I stupidly googled it for him. Then he asked me to read him something so he could fall asleep and I fucking did that too. I kept reading til I finished the story even though he was already snoring. I should have hung up way sooner. But I even stayed on the line for a bit hoping he would wake up or some shit. Somehow it worked I guess cause I got dressed for work and walked to McDonald's to get a $1 10 piece nuggets. But as soon as I took a bite I started fucking crying. I texted Nemo and they immediately called me and we talked while I sat in McDonald's crying and shoving nuggets down my throat. They kept telling me how proud they are of me and all the work I've been doing but it doesn't feel like I've done anything ya know.

We talked so long before my shift that I had stopped crying by then and nobody said anything if I still looked like I had been crying so that was kinda nice I guess. For the most part the day was busy enough that I didn't think too much but when I was washing dishes or there was down time if start thinking about Manuel.

I skipped work today cause I was feeling shitty as fuck. I kept not getting up with my alarms til an hour before I had work and my head was pounding so I texted Orlando about it and he said that I could text jayden and see if he would pick my my shift from 5 to 9 but he didn't get back in time. I told Orlando that if he doesn't get back to me by 1 I'd go into work anyways and he said not to worry about it that they should be fine tonight with the crew they have. I ended up falling asleep again and waking up around 430 and just cuddled with Poe for a while before I got up and showered. I cried in the shower thinking about Manuel cause I sent Nemo a really long text right before about yesterday:

I think the reason I was crying yesterday BTW was because of Manuel. I stupidly thought since I don't feel the pull to talk to him every second of the day anymore that we could still be friends. We hung out on Monday and he told me that he quit his job because he was dating a coworker and they had a bad breakup and I think right before the breakup he had switched from coke to crack cause coke wasn't getting him high anymore and then we drove down Magna and memories of mom came up in addition to all that shit. Then Tuesday after the results I didn't wanna be alone so I asked him to hang out again and we laid some boundaries down after they were violated or whatever and ever since I've been feeling like fucking shit. Like he called me high on shrooms Wednesday night and I shoulda hung up cause that was one of the boundaries but I think I started slipping back into the same pattern. Now I'm thinking about him more and more and struggling to not cry again. It's not nearly as bad as it was at its peak but it's still not healthy

Then after the shower and thinking about it I sent them this as well:

And now part of me wants to reach out one last time and explain this shit all to him in the hopes that it makes him open up? But that's not fucking fair to either of us cause I know it's not gunna help me and it will just piss him off

They haven't responded because they're probably sleeping for work so I dumbly decided to call him and just ask why he wants to be friends with me like that was gunna fucking help anything. He said that he has fun hanging out with me or something to that effect I don't really remember because I was fucking crying again. Maybe that's why my head hurt so much this morning. It was the crying. He said he couldn't really talk cause he was hanging out with a friend and we hung up and I texted him that he could come over tonight if he wanted. No answer.

I need to just stop talking to him like I did before. He doesn't need an explanation unless he asks for one. This isn't fucking healthy for either of us. I don't know what I even fucking expect to get out of this. Like part of me wonders if I am in love with him, but it doesn't feel that way. I think it's just the bpd being obsessed with him for some reason. I wish I could fucking talk to him like an adult without fucking crying.

I've reached out to a few lesbians online so maybe I can get a partner and my mind with focus on them and not Manuel. I know that's probably not the healthy way to do it but I'm fucking desperate at this point. I'm scared it's going to become as intense as it was in September. I don't want to ever go back to that. Ever.

Maybe I should have my therapist read through these posts to better understand my thinking and shit. Idk.

Love you always.

[meditating-dog-lover]

Skin - 2 weeks into the supplement protocol + 1 week without using medication

So my skin is still dry, red, inflamed, and bumpy. Occasionally itchy on some spots. But thankfully, it looks a bit better than it did last week and I don't feel the need to use my topical medication (which I used to use weekly when my skin felt pretty inflamed and itchy).

I've been taking my supplements daily and haven't skipped a day. Even with my busy work schedule, I still take them. It's easy to remember to do so because I take them before breakfast and lunch. I'm on the antimicrobial protocol for a month, so I'm around halfway there. I don't expect my skin to look flawless now, but at least there is less severity, inflammation and itchiness and I don't feel like I need my medication. So there's some improvement there.

My skin over the weekend was in good shape. Though after a while of not taking my meds and after washing my hands and showering, my skin will dry up and become itchy and inflamed and cracked. Also I had a busy Monday morning, which somewhat increased my attention, energy, and arousal, causing me to feel a bit itchy on my earlobes, hands, and neck. So these spots did get a bit itchy and inflamed, but not too bad (they've been worse in the past honestly).

I'm guilty of washing my hands under hot water. Constant exposure to hot water strips the moisture barrier off my skin, and the alkalinity of the soap and water increases the skin's pH, which allows staph bacteria to thrive. Healthy skin is naturally slightly acidic. People are obsessed with alkalinizing their bodies, but some body parts have to be acidic (stomach and skin). Staph is active under alkaline skin conditions. The hot water washing is a bad habit and I need to stop, but it's hard because it is so relieving (though temporarily). I'll limit my frequency and I'll wash my hands less often as well.

I also felt stressed last night because I had an appointment for PCOS testing. The idea of having to do an ultrasound/pelvic exam and having potentially another disease diagnosis made me stressed. Thankfully my doctor doesn't believe I have PCOS. So no need for testing and no need to worry about another health condition. I'll deal with my insulin resistance with exercise (exercise helped me a lot with blood glucose regulation in the past even with a poor diet, stress management. and sleep). I'll get to that once I successfully manage my skin and health gut. I need a clear state of mind to establish an exercise routine, and that mindset will help with stress relief and socializing. Once I get the skin/gut monkey off my back, it will be easier to focus on the health goals that require mindfulness and ease as opposed to following a supplement treatment plan (doesn't need that much mindfulness, just a good memory to remember to take them).

So 2 weeks in, I don't expect miracles. But I do expect some improvement and I'm seeing a tiny bit. Again my skin is inflamed here and there, but the severity has been reduced and I don't have to apply my prescription topicals. I still have my tacrolimus and steroid ointments and I'm not going to toss them out. But I'm waiting for the day where I no longer have to use them. My skin got inflamed yesterday and was a bit itchy today (got better in the afternoon/evening). I did take a shower, which wasn't too irritating on my skin thankfully. I just need to keep it up with the treatment plan, limit stress, and avoid washing my hands with hot water (and even washing my hands that often to begin with because I do wash them too much in general).

It will also help to look into a hand cream, ideally an acidic one. A lot of hand creams irritate my skin, so I'm stuck with using Vaseline because it's the only thing that doesn't bother it. Sometimes using nothing is way better than using something because I don't have to risk irritating my skin.

Regarding my supplements - I have a good supply for 2-3 months. The only thing I've repurchased was the liquid supplement. It's so expensive but it seems like it's really helpful. I'll find a cheaper version in the future or justify purchasing it for what it's worth.

I'll keep on updating each week. I'm hoping for even more improvements a week from now. I know I can and will heal!

[barelynotsinking]

I was in the shower and i came up with a magic system

background:

everyone in this world can use "magic"

magic = converting energy (like life, electricity, fire, magicy ones and sciencey ones) from one form to another.

Magic has a few steps. First, you need a source of energy which you release. Second the energy released is controlled by runes, words, movements ect. ect. haven't decided on all of them, but basically whatever works, to turn that energy into "magic".

Therefore difficult spells aren't just a matter of power/energy but a matter knowedge and ability to control said energy (which gets more difficult the more energy there is), however spells can still be incredibly difficult will very little energy, especially as one must be precise to work with the small amount of energy they have.

If the spell fails a lot of shit can happen, but basically it depends on the state of the spell, the energy will just explode out but if the spell is somewhat done it will explode along the lines of whatever the spell said, but since it is unfinished those lines are quite vauge. if the spell was just done imprecisely then the magic can just kind of "leak out". The more energy the worse the effect, so small spells, even if insanely difficult arent a danger to society.

About half the society is born with a kind of spell they can just do, i havent decided what this half of society will be called, but with this half, the energy for the magic comes from the caster (think toh magic bile sac) and the control of the spell is just innate, the magic that is coming from the caster is inherently suited to that one type of spell. more info in next section

Specialized magic people

everyone in this society is related to these 20 people who existed a really really long time ago. These people had the original innate spell casting abilities, which still exist today.

this innate power is genetic, but its kind of complicated. You have to be descended from someone with that innate power to inherit, but again it is tricky. If you are descended from someone with a power, you still only have a 50% chance of getting any power at all, but you can still pass it down. If you're parents have 2 different innate powers you can inherit either, but you're child doesn't inherit the possibilty for both powers, they inherit the possibility for the power you have and the power your partner has. If the inherit ability skipped you then your child inherits all the possibilities of inherit power of the last people in your family that had it.

There are also people who are born (like 2%) of the population, either to parents with inherit power or without or a mix, who will develop an inherit power not posssed by the origional 20. These powers are very very rare and there are like 30+ diffrent kinds but ppl don't know how many because not enough people have had them. If they have children, their children basically just get thrown in the lottery for 49% chance of no inherit power 49% chance of a random inherit power (not dependant on ancestry) and the 2% of the weird rare inherit power.

also they can still use normal magic

some people are better at using their inherit power than others.

Society

because everyone can use magic, and there is no good way to predict who inherits one power, there isn't much discrimination between people with or without inherit power

loose factions have formed over the family lines with inherit powers, generally its just that they all go to different schools, which specialize in their inherit ability so they don't mix much, but they don't really hate each other

the one social stigma is the people with the rare inherit power having children with people who have a normal inherit power, because the inherit family lines have formed, and by having a child who has no genetic ties to any inherit power means that that child could be born into an entirely different faction and its seen as ostracizing the child, by preventing them from inheriting the factions power and forcing it to assimilate into another who one accept them.

Each faction has a family is directly descended from the original 20 and they are in possetions of all the knowledge that has ever been found about their power/inherit ability, and act as a sort of "elder" for the faction. If their heir is inept, then they will skip them, and adopt a more promising student into the family for a generation and go back to the old family line.

[sinful-souls]

Well, this was interesting to the queen of Declite. Though right now she wasn't such, she was just a civilian. She had never heard of a race that could create a set of balls, then again while she was old she hadn't explored every inch of Kiokleaven due to her duties. The smile he had was one that made her heats flutter a bit, he looks so handsome.

"Well, I don't know if we have a race of beings that can create sets of... balls. But magic is generated from within us. It's part of our soul and being, mana is the basically how long we can use it until we collapse. So, in some ways it's like life energy since it's connected to our souls. If that's how Ki works..."

She says before thinking, how would she explain that exactly? It was complex since it generates from within them, but they could also draw it from other sources.

"It's possible for those to learn other kinds of magic that isn't the one we are born with, sometimes children don't inherit the magic their parents have but a variation of one of their parents magic or magic from one side that skipped a few generations. Though for those spell you need to either draw magic energy from outside sources or divide your energy to keep it within. That being said, there are hundreds possible even millions of different magic and people who know many of them."

She explains, hoping it was somewhat legible considering it was a complex topic. She had star based magic like the rest of her race, though there were hybrids that had different types of magic because of their mother or father is a diffrent race. She would look at the time before finishing her drink.

"Now I apologize for this, but it was a long day today so I'm going to go have a shower and wash up. Make yourself at home and explore as much as you want. Though do be warned that if you leave any door to the outside open that Chi will stick her snout through it and wait to be pet."

She says before getting up and walking past him, though at the last moment she leans down and kisses his cheek again before walking off. Going to the master bedroom that had a rather large bathroom, she would dig through a draw in the closet befor pulling out some lingerie. She'd never wore anything like this before because she never had a reason too, but maybe tonight would lead to that. With it in hand she goes into the master bathroom to get washed up.

He smiles at her attempt at comforting him. He has grown to accept that the hero of his life is no longer in the realm of the living. He has grown to accept that his hero had no issue dying to save him. This is the man that his brother was. This love for strength and power that he has is because his lack of power and strength forced someone to save him while throwing away their life. He is never going to let something like this ever happen again. He knows that Renso is in the world of the dead and that he is living a relaxing life like he always wanted. He is not going to tell her that, though.

Seared steak is a good choice for something to have to eat for the rest of your life. He would to get her to taste the meat of a Gastodon, though. However, taking her to his universe just for that seems a little overdone. He supposes he can always get some Gastodon meat from the commercial continent.

— The difference is the type of energy the people here uses compared to the type of energy the people in my universe uses. The people use a magic type of energy while the people from my universe use ki, which is our life energy. Another difference is how this universe works in general. For example, in my universe, there is a race of warriors that have incredible healing and self-regeneration unmatched power. One of them can make a set of balls capable of granting wishes.

Perhaps, he is saying this and appears to be wrong. But so far, he has yet to encounter someone here who has the same strange but useful power that the race of Namekian possess.

[cahmilo]

Camilo with a S/O that Rarely Eats

pairing: camilo madrigal x female reader

genre: fluff headcanons

tags: headcanons, requested, no mentions of ed, just reader being forgetful, drabbles

request: idk if you take requests rn but if you do I have one for camilo hcs again but with a reader who just kinda forgets to eat? Like not in an ed way but just that they don't really have an appetite and sometimes they'll be like "well i'm not hungry so i'll just work more instead of eating lololol" and then they pass out or something

Strangest but cutest dynamic ever to be honest, an energetic boy who's addicted to food in a relationship with a calm girl who barely has an appetite

Not in a harmful or unhealthy way, you just sometimes forget to eat tbh

Camilo constantly worries and questions your lack of enthusiasm for food

"Amor, have you eaten lunch today?" Camilo asked, a hand leaning on the bench as you continued your work. You were a woodcarver, albeit only a junior one. You barely did intricate work since you had your parents to do it for you. Mainly, what you did was polish and clean their work.

You stopped to think. "Uhm, I think I haven't yet." Camilo sighed but then smiled at how adorable you looked.

"Well, I'll bring you lunch!" "You can't eat here, milo. No food on the work station"

Camilo pouted. "Okay fine, why don't you take a break and have lunch with me" Giving up, you agreed.

Camilo loved you nonetheless, he found it cute how he becomes the food enthusiast between you two. Seeing how much he loves different types of cuisines, he is always eager to teach you and show you new stuff to taste

You loved it, even if you rarely ate, sometimes you do appreciate good food.

Your work barely gives you time for yourself and Camilo knows it. Sometimes he purposely skips his chores to sneak you out of your family business for lunch dates in the nearby gardens

Camilo takes the time to even cook for you, if it makes you want to eat.

"Tia-" Camilo walked in to Julieta's kitchen, seeing her prepare his favorite arepas for the townspeople.

"Yes, milo?" Julieta looked back at him and saw his fiddly state.

"Can you teach me how to cook arepa de yuca?" Camilo fiddled with his fingers, waiting for his Tia's response.

"Sure! But why all of a sudden?"

"It's Y/N's favorite type of arepa and she barely eats so I want to make some for her"

Let's just say that Julieta was more than happy to teach her nephew how to cook seeing that he really wanted to impress you.

After Camilo found out that you preferred arepa de yuca (cassava), the boy kept surprising you with his homemade recipes. Oftentimes he brings different fillings for variety in your palate.

You heart always melted on how caring he is towards you, and you shower him with so much love and affection that he tells himself that it was worth it.

Although, there could also be times where it sometimes gets out of hand

There was one time you were overwhelmed with pending chores that overworked you so bad you forgot to eat for the entire day

Camilo was unfortunately busy with babysitting so he wasn't able to check up on you. It didn't bother you though, he too can also be busy sometimes

One afternoon, Camilo finally sent the kids he was looking out for to their homes and chased to you.

"Amor-" Camilo's smile faltered at the sight of you. Alarmed, he rushed closer to you because to him, you were acting odd.

"What are you feeling? Why are you pale? Have you eaten? Amor you look so weak when was the last time you ate-"

"Cami, I'm fine. I just need to polish these figurines" You reassured him, your voice wavering. You desperately needed to finish your chores no matter what.

"Amor, when was the last time you ate?" He sternly asked, a hand cupping your cheek making you stop working and looked at him. Your face was showing an unsure look your eyes squinted. "I don't remember"

"Ay, mi vida, you need to eat! You barely have any energy!" Camilo said worryingly. You pat his shoulder to reassure him while standing up to grab another figurine in the shelf.

"I'm not hungry, milo. I'll grab a bite after work, I promise."

Camilo sighed and turned back at your workbench, appreciating your work. He did understand the level of your chores, it wasn't like his babysitting duties. Your work had to need focus, concentration, and a heck a lot of time to perfect.

"After you finish can we stop by the cliff? It's a full moon tonight?" Camilo asked. He waited for you to answer.

"Amor?"

thud.

Camilo turned around to see you collapsed on the floor. Muttering a curse, he immediately went to you and picked you up. Fear and concern evident in his eyes, he carried you bridal style all the way to Casita having no time to believe his sudden strength and agility.

Camilo's yelling started almost everyone at home, calling for his Tia for healing food while Casita assists him to bring you to his warm and comfy bed.

Let's just say that Camilo was in a mess during that. He couldn't stand still. After you fainted, he never left your side and watched as you slowly regained consciousness, him wiping your sweat and singing you songs to calm down

He ranted to you, A LOT. You took the blow though, you kind of deserve it. And he was so worried for you

You got a lot of scolding from him, like you were a child. You tried to hold back a laugh because you never see him this pissed off

It took a lot of kisses and hugs from you to finally calm him down as you kept muttering apologies

Since then, you set up a specific time of the day you were to take a lunch break with you and Camilo.

Sometimes Camilo surprises you with homemade lunch boxes for you to eat when he isn't available

He would leave small letters and doodles in them

You were so whipped for this boy and you promised to treasure him for the rest of your life

Oh and this just makes you extra happy because he has parental tendencies and that made you ecstatic cause he's gonna be such a good father someday

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[levisgirll]

Hey! :] can I request erwin or levi having a younger sister who dates armin, Eren, Jean, Connie, Hange?? Headcanons pls!! :)) pls take ur time<8

𝙇𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝘼𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙎𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

text: Hi there! Thanks for sending me a request🥺 ♥♥♥ This is such a cute idea and I love it! I decided to go with Levi having a younger sister instead if that's alright c: (if you want another one with Erwin, please let me know!) I also hope you have a nice day <3

synopsis: Levi Ackerman is a guy who would worry a lot about his little sister, and actually get scared for her whenever she is reckless, or gets herself hurt either emotionally or physically and if someone did that to her, consider them dead- but he would be just a good big brother to her and a bit an overprotector cause of the past they have shared and he wants to make sure there is no harm to her. So, when she decides to date one of the scouts, this is where he gets worried and concerned, he starts to watch every move of the person she is dating and will interrogate them, he won't care if its someone he knows, he will make sure they have no bad intentions with his little sister and he would give them his cold and strict glare 24/7 (also he would tease her a lot while she is dating them-).

fluff, comedy, aot world, headcanons ♡ —

𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿

When Levi found out his little sister was dating Eren, he was quite shocked to be honest and he had to go find her and actually confirm and hear it from her. “Are you actually dating that Kid? Fucking Yeager really?” He would say as he crossed his arms and was giving his little sister one of his looks, where it was him wanting answers from her now.

“W-What about it?” She said nervously, and looked away. ‘Shit, how did he find out?’ She would wonder as she looked around to find an escape route. She would always do that when she knows her big brother is going to give her one of those long lectures. “You are not going anywhere young lady. You are gonna stay here and tell me how the fuck you both started to date.” Now she is trapped.

When Eren found out that the person he was dating is Levi’s little sister, he was scared as fuck. He was worried that Levi would appear out of nowhere and beat him since he is dating his little sister. “Oh my god, Is your big brother going to kill me cause I am dating you?!” He would say and as he held on both of your shoulders and his eyes would wide, he was actually nervous and scared. “No, Don't worry. As long as you are with me, you are fine! He wont dare lay a finger on you.”

Then Levi appeared out of nowhere, “Oh hell yea I will if you mess with my sister, and make a one meter distance from her shithead. I don't want her to catch your germs.”

His little sister then would turn at him and give him a glare, “Levi, stop it.” She would say and give out a long sigh. 

Whenever his little sister comes back from a date with Eren, she would go see her big brother Levi to see how he is doing and he would say to her with a glare. “You were with him, Hm? You’re filthy now, go shower.” His sister would give out a long sigh and tsk at him while leaving his office, she knows Levi says that on purpose cause he started to tease her more ever since she started dating Eren!

Levi would watch and look after his little sister even more when she started dating Eren, because he found him a bit fishy. “Hey, you sure about this?” He would say one evening as they were drinking tea and he sounded serious, Levi would then give her a big brother/sibling talk.

Eren would always wait for you either when you are cleaning, training or in a meeting and Levi would think he was stalking you and following you at first. “What do u think u are doing following MY little sister? You are so fucked kid.” Levi would say approaching Eren, and he was ready to beat him up again. “LEVI WAIT- that’s the guy I am dating now!” Levi would suddenly stop, and turn around with a surprised expression looking at his little sister “Seriously...”

Once, just once, Eren made Levi’s little sister tear up and Levi did not leave him at all that day and was looking for him. He ruined his life that day. Levi’s little sister teared up cause she got ready to go out with Eren, but Eren somehow forgot and stood her out!  Would be scared to make her cry again, cause he doesn’t want to get beaten up by Levi.

She would tease Eren sometimes. Like, “Hey Eren can you do this for me now?”. “No I need to train, not now!”  he would say and he was approaching the training area, “Hmm…okay I’ll go ask Levi instead” Eren stopped from his tracks, and turned around quickly towards her. “W-WAIT! Actually I can make some time.” This would always make her giggle.

Levi would actually find Eren annoying once Eren started to date Levi’s little sister. “I think he has a thing towards us.” Levi would say to his sister as they both looked outside from his office window and looking at Eren who was searching for Levi and his little sister. “He chases around me, and is dating you, why can’t he just leave us alone...Ugh”.

𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗷𝗶 𝗭𝗼𝗲

They know Levi worries a lot about his little sister, as she is the only one left who is family to him. So Hanji would update Levi about his little sister from time to time, especially after a date. “Heyyy Levi! Just letting you know that she is doing well and finished her work early today!” Hanji would say cheerfully, and Levi just knows that they had just seen his little sister. But, this gives him a relief to know at least that she is doing well as he is quite busy sometimes to check on her.

Would help his little sister to convince her brother with things. “Don’t worry, I can talk to Levi for you babe!”. Hanji would say with a big smile and a light blush would appear in their cheeks, they want her to depend on Hanji.

“Oi, Don’t send Hanji to me again. I cant even shut them up now ever since you are going out with them.” Levi would say as he gave out a long sigh, defeated by Hanji as he let them win with whatever they were trying to convince him. Hanji would not give up and wants to impress his little sister!

Hanji would be good at lying to help Levi’s little sister out just incase she tried to skip something such as cleaning or some training lessons, and Levi would actually fall for it sometimes.

His little sister and Hanji are loud and squeal a lot, it would Levi go mad and yell out at the both of them to shut up, but Hanji would think he is joining their squeals. “Oh my god....Levi finally joined us!” But, his little sister would go to Hanji and whisper to them “Um…I think he’s mad.”

Literally anything his little sister asks Hanji to do something, they get so happy and hyped up. And Levi sees that and actually finds them both cute, he would also appreciate how Hanji is willing to do anything for her and that makes him glad.

If he sees his little sister really down one day, he would see Hanji trying their best to boost her energy up, and Levi would really admire that about Hanji, making his lil sis happy <3

𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗞𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗻

Levi would definitely intimidate Jean, just to test him (He lowkey thought Jean was a fuckboy) and this would piss his pants.

Whenever Levi passes by his little sister and Jean. Jean would salute to him quickly like an idiot. And to just rub it on his face so Levi can scare him more, Levi would say “Jean, You are not causing trouble to my little sister right?”.

Jean: “N-No Captain!!”

Levi: “Hm, better be.”

“Yo....Your brother is scary. Does he hate me?!” Jean would say, full of concern in his tone as they both looked at Levi who was giving out orders for everyone. “Um...You kinda annoy him to be honest.” She would say as Jean looked down with a sad look. “B-But don't worry! He’s just like that in the beginning.”

Jean can’t believe the sweet, cool and lovely girl he is dating is related to Levi. He had to even make sure and see if their last names matched!

“I-Is your brother here today??” Jean would say to her as he looked around, making sure he wasn't near as they were both alone in the stable. He wanted to give a kiss to her cheeks but he was scared as hell if Levi appeared out of nowhere. “It’s either now or never Kirstein.” 

Jean would try to do more tasks and try and to impress Levi just a bit. He would show him his ODM gear skills, and the only thing he got from Levi is saying “You’re an idiot.” and he would give him a stoic expression and walk away. “Huh..” Jean said as he was left all alone in the training area. Although, Levi did appreciate his hard work.

Levi would seem to like Jean later on as he was observing how he was treating his little sister and it would be with respect, love and even respecting her boundaries and Levi found the guy good, but won’t admit it.

Finds it amusing how he gets a small gift for Levi’s little sister every time whenever he went out to town, “Okay, he got taste.”

He also likes Jean because he found out he is hygienic and clean, and how he always presents himself clean and tidy, with a nice outfit every time he goes on a date with his sister during the weekend. “She’s in her bedroom, she will come for you soon.” Levi would say as he opened the door for Jean to enter their small house and Jean would stand like a stickman, too afraid to do anything that would upset Levi. “Hey brat, are you alright?”. It lowkey made Levi chuckle, and Jean thought this was it for him when he heard his small laugh.

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗦𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿

Levi got now, two idiots to deal with. His sister and Connie, who would always bother him with stuff and their stupid games they keep telling Levi to join.

They actually do a lot of pranks on Levi, most of it is Connie’s idea and Levi’s little sister would agree with them and try to do it. But if they get caught, Connie would take the blame and when he does that and Levi sees how he would never bring his sister involved he would just let it slide.

Levi actually likes him, because he makes his little sister laugh a lot with his jokes, and Connie always tries his best to make sure he does that at least once everyday. He would say the most random things and she would laugh and Levi would look at her and think ‘That was not even funny...But, at least she is laughing.’ 

She would get in trouble sometimes with Connie, and if Levi found out, Connie would immediately defend you and just babble about things that did not even make sense. This would make Levi be so confused and even get lost in track to what he was even saying at the beginning. His little sister would try and hold back her laughter. Levi would just sit there, give up with the conversation and say “You know what, Forget it. You both are dismissed.” After they left, Connie would say with a big smile “See! I told you I could convince him!” “Connie...You weren’t even- Nevermind.”

When Levi walks in the hallway and hears someone laughing, he would know it’s Connie making his sister laugh and he actually smiles about it. He would later come in after they finished laughing and talking (giving them some time) and Levi would say “Oi, idiots. Focus on your work.”

𝗔𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗔𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘁

Such a mature boy when he dates Levi’s little sister, and to be honest Levi would have no problem with him dating his little sister.

He’s also a softie and always makes sure he gives what his girl wants, and Levi appreciates that how he is willing to do his best for his little sister only.

Levi can tell before they were dating how Armin would always look at Levi’s little sister, admiring her beauty and character and Levi would think to himself ‘This kid is so lovestruck’

Levi would go to his sister later on and let her know that someone is interested in her, “Who is it!” She would say blushing and looking at Levi, waiting for a response. “Hm...You will find out soon. I think he will ask you out.” Levi would say as he flipped through the papers he had. “Oh come on tell me big bro!!!” Levi liked teasing his sister and he would then say “Okay...I will tell you if you bring me some tea.” And, even after she does that Levi wouldn’t say it and she would want to beat him up.

During missions, he trusts Armin to be with his little sister since he knows he will protect her and have her back while he is away.

Armin wants to prove to Levi that he is capable of taking care of his little sister too! And he would risk his life for her, Levi knowing that would go up to Armin and say “That’s nice and all, but use your brain and don’t die. Besides...that would make my little sister sad and I wont forgive you if you do that.” That was the only time Levi was real and showed his way of trust to Armin, and that made him happy.

When Levi goes to the library, he would spot his little sister with Armin being all lovey dovey as he wanted to go and grab a book. “Tch, what do you think you both are doing?” Levi had no idea that they were actually on a date and both of them were blushing and were shy. But, he lowkey found that adorable. Later on, his sister would yell at him at how he ruined her date and he would say “Yeah yeah....Sorry.”

Armin would ask Levi sometimes what his little sister likes such as food, her favorite jewelry, or literally anything and Levi would say while raising his eyebrows, “Ask her yourself brat.”

For special occasions he would go for Levi to ask what would he do to make his little sister super happy and Levi appreciates the thought. So, he somehow ends up telling him some ideas and it was a secret plan between them to surprise her.

Armin would ask Levi to train him to be stronger after he starts dating Levi’s little sister, so he can be strong and protect her. “You will never reach my level, but sure.” Levi would say teasing Armin and after every training session, Armin is knocked out, laying on the ground. “Levi!!! What did you do now?” His little sister would yell out running towards Armin who was on the ground, “What? The brat said he wanted me to train him.”

this was such a nice and fun idea and I liked how I made hc’s for other aot characters so thanks for the request anon!! let me know if you liked it and if anyone else did let me know by leaving a like or a reblog! Have a great day and I hope this somehow cheered anyone up! <3

[bonnymori]

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Word count: 1200+

Contents/Warnings: (1) Fushiguro Megumi x gn!Reader (2) Classic training but no fighting scene I apologise (3) A... dirty humor joke? (4) Idiot in love cough cough (5) Laidback romance, this may become a pattern on my fanfiction :3

A/N: Hello, I introduce myself as Hara! This is my very first written piece! I would like to apologise for any typos, english is not my first language; that being said, I hope this works out alright! :)

It's around mid afternoon, the sky painted in a vibrant blue with multiple clouds scattered around, Fushiguro recalls having started training right after lunch; he politely declined Maki's suggestion of training together, it wasn't about strength or fighting hand to hand today, the struggle was his shikigami. Lately, he's been having problems over teamwork - before, he thought such a thing was impossible, since all of the shikigami were under one will alone, being his. Yet the amount of times the divine dogs have bumped into eachothers, sometimes Nue would simply skip past the target, not paying attention to it at all.

Or perhaps, he himself was to blame. Fushiguro likes thinking about you, more than he'd admit, but now it's starting to distract for real. That's what he need, to think of you- I mean, concentration! And maybe, new group attacks, that would do nicely, too.

He's been beating a tedious dummy for a hour and half now, maybe more. After managing to make up a combo or two, he sits down on the grass, just to breathe for a moment. Breathing is nice, he observes as the divine dogs go slack like their owner, now playing around with one another rather than chewing the dummies stuffing. His black and white snake is watching the banter between the canine shikigamis, tongue coming in and out just like a real snake. Nue settles upon the dummies ragged body, eyes closed- peacefully enjoying sunbathing. Fushiguro had no idea they were so lively until now, now he knew why people constantly asked if they could pet his shikigami.

He glances down at the frog supporting his arm, it's like they enjoy just laying on grass, just breathing like him.

"How many buddies out! Are you training today, Fushiguro?"

At the sound of your voice, you bet his lips casually turn upwars in a casual yet small smile. Kugisaki saw it from distance once, says she it's almost a robotic response.

"Yes, I'm training their cooperation." Fushiguro replies, swiftly getting up. He notices the frog from earlier making a beeline to you, as if to say hello.

So you crouch down and pets it briefly, smiling at the small creature.

"That ought to be hard, specially with a innefective dummy." You approach its remains, chuckling at all the stuffing and cloth scattered around. "Make me your target instead!"

Say what?

"I uh, come again?"

"I'll do the running and dodging, it's much practical this way!"

He has trouble accepting that, even if it's true. You mean more than an ally on his heart, and besides, that's some Itadori-level-recklessy. So he groans, slightly irritated and obviously, worried for your safety. "You'll get hurt."

"Don't we get hurt everyday? Even if there is an accident, I know you'll call them out and help me quickly, you notice things fast."

He does, Fushiguro would help you in a heartbeat- probably faster.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, lash out on me!"

Putting 'lash' and 'me' in the same phrase got heat rising on his ears, but he complied nonetheless. "Just letting you know, I'll stand here and the shikigami attacks."

You protest. "Wouldn't it be better if you fought among them?"

"For today, I'd like to focus on their compatibility only."

"Oh, got it! Next time we can work on the latter option then!" Next time. He wants there to be a next time.

Even though you're the one troubling his mind in battles, he's head over heels. He remembers when it all started, your relationship is basically pools worth of quality time. You came along with Itadori, tangled into the mess back in Sendai. Strangely, Fushiguro clicked with you even faster than Itadori- your collected personality was a great factor, even though you are just as cheerful as the cherry boy.

"You're spacing out, what's up?"

Fushiguro's gaze snapped up to meet yours, realizing his mistake. "Ah, nothing, let's start." His hands folded as your guard rose, so it begun. If you noticed his lame excuse, you didn't comment about it.

The ravenette was pleasantly relieved how easily you could deceive and dodge his attacks, his shikigami may leave a tear or two on your clothes, that he didn't have to worry about, because they're easily fixable. Naturally, the toughest for you to dodge was mostly his snake, sometimes Nue would surprise you from above, nothing you couldn't handle. He started intensing up using the combined attacks, and immediately noticed your faltering steps, earning a bruise on your calf. Although neither he or you stopped, adrenaline rushing through veins nonstop.

You somehow finished training with a bite mark over your forehead, not deep enough to be worth worry. The instant your bodies came to slack, his shikigami ran to you like little children lost in a supermarket. At this point, it was pratically multitasking, to pet both demon dogs while trying not to run out of breath having Orochi wrapped around your midsection. Megumi flushed over the affectionate antics, knowing they were a manifestation of feelings within himself.

Now, you and Fushiguro are spawled on the training field, neither showered, coated with sweat sticking to your clothes, but it didn't matter much.

"I never realized, just how many cursed energy do you have? It's surprising how many shikigami you kept our for this long time." Fushiguro heard you shifting to sit up, and followed you up.

"A bunch." It was not a creative nor informative answer, but you took it in with a smile on your face anyway.

He watched you get up to fetch a drink, careful to not trip over the shikigami also scattered around -- Fushiguro always 'forgot' to put them away next to you.

You handed him a strawberry yogurt box, the same drink also sat in your hands. "Well then, why are you spacing out so much these days? You can be honest with me."

'She's oblivious enough, I'm in need of advice, it's convenient.' So he thought, figuring if he disguised it enough, you wouldn't be able to tell. It's not a big deal if you did, though, saves time actually.

"Something's on my mind, and it troubles me during fights."

"Simple, you can just come in terms with it."

He glanced down, "Why?"

"The sooner the better, when you accept something, it comes at ease on your mind. I'm a hundred percent sure it works!" You gave him a thumbsup, slurping on the pink drink.

"Such faithful source."

"I'm sure it does! The thought keeps coming back because you're denying it, am I wrong?"

Not really, no. Fushiguro wants to keep it as friendship for the sake of your both careers within the jujutsu world; he knows it's dangerous, yet a part of him just wants to say 'fuck it', like if he had the guts to. The ravenette thinks it's a way too much generic way to describe what he feels, but it's the easiest, so he goes with it anyway. The back of his brain fears rejection, part of the reason why he hasn't made a move yet.

"I'll try it out."

"Good!" And you're always supportive no matter what, to the point it charms him more and more everyday.

For now, he's okay keeping it platonic. But, when the day after tomorrow comes, he just might confess.

[aarcanechaoss]

3. Bruises

Masterlist

Higuchi finally snapped, they did it, they pushed her too far.

Warnings: swearing, workplace abuse (?) and implied inappropriate comments

Higuchi let out the biggest sigh possible when she got home and practically collapsed onto her lounge, no care for whatever items became scattered on the floor.

It's been a week since she went back to work, and god is she hanging by a thread.... At least her throat was better now.

Though it still ached- it wasn't something that was going away anytime soon- her doctor in the city gave her a list of symptoms following strangulation. The neck pain and deepening of voice being the most noticeable changes she'd found.

She thought going to her private GD may have been better because in that case she knew she wouldn't be missing any information.

"Big sis?" The blonde looked up, her younger sister, Kuniko, leaning over her.

"Hey Kuni." She smiled.

"You okay?"

"It's been a long day. When did you get here I thought you weren't coming 'til the weekend?"

"Oh yeah. Grandma was being naggy again, so I thought I'd come back early... plus we heard about you getting strangled- I was worried."

"It's okay Kuni don't worry... plus today was a school day did you actually go?"

"Yesssss." Her sister huffed making the blonde laugh- she reminded her of Elise sometimes. "It's six o'clock I didn't skip anything I promise."

"Good, good. What do you want for dinner then?"

"Um.... Ramen?" Kuni practically pleaded- her sister had the art of puppy eyes down pat- the blonde just chuckled. "I can go get it."

"Yeah sure. Grab some money from my purse and go but make sure you're find my phone is on."

"Yes it is! Dad checked when I left."

Ichiyo nodded watching lazily as her sister excitedly ran about to go get herself some ramen. It filled her heart with warmth at that, seeing her so lively and happy compared to how she felt.

It wasn't a secret in the Higuchi family as to what each ones... quirks were... each being skilled in something- her father, mother, grandparents etc... her siblings and larger family all the same. Kuni is the only one who truly didn't follow the family traditions and that was wholly supported by them since she was adopted much later in her life- now being fifteen and Ichiyo loved her so especially since she mostly lived with her due to Ichiyo being closer to Kuni's school.

With a shake of her head she gets up favouring a shower today instead of her usual bath.

The shower was warmer than she normally liked but the sting felt good, like a grounding of sorts. It made her feel like she was present and stable... even if she didn't truly feel that way. She spared a glance towards the mirror scars stark on her skin coming from her shoulders to her elbows, to her hips- she preferred to keep them hidden even if she wasn't ashamed of them.

Actually she doesn't know if it's her who's not ashamed of them....

The week had been tough. She'd had shoves in the hallways, snickers behind her back- another idiot tugging her hair... truly she didn't know why they were acting like so. She hadn't seen either Akutagawa, Hirotsu or Tachihara in the week and she didn't have the energy to go tell them to deal with their units. She didn't have the energy to interact with them at all because she fears she'll break down again.

After speaking with Chuuya Higuchi wouldn't admit to anyone how she cried... just because someone offered a caring hand. She had no plans of admitting it anytime soon.

After getting out of the shower she didn't spend any time bothering to dry her hair letting it dry naturally. Pulling on her pyjamas she gave a half-hearted once over of herself and went back into the kitchen to see her sister pulling out the bowls of ramen she'd just bought.

"A chicken for you and a pork for me." Kuni gleamed as she set everything up. Being handed some chopsticks the blonde gave her sister a warm smile and thanked her for the meal.

How she truly loved her sister.

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The next few days she wished came slower. Her sister had gone home and now Higuchi doesn't know how she feels... truthfully she thinks her luck just ran out. She has to give Akutagawa some files that need a double signature and a witness- her being both the second signature and witness for him. She normally would be over the moon to be in his presence, but it felt like a switch was flicking, one second she was happy, the next she was tired. A constant internal war of wanting to just be Ichiyo Higuchi and... not.

"Sir." She called as she knocked. A grunt on the other side of the door granting her entry.

"How are you sir?" She asks as she enters.

"Fine. What do you want?"

"I have paperwork that needs both of our signatures and for each other's witness of said signatures."

"And?"

"They're due at latest tomorrow." Higuchi continued not sparing her co-worker a second glance as she looked through the papers.

"How many do I need to sign?" Akutagawa asked seemingly annoyed- though when wasn't he.

"Fifteen. I would have brought them in the other day, but you seemed preoccupied with something else and chose to leave you be."

If she'd bother to look up she'd notice how the man's brows creased inwards- a frown? A look of confusion? The lack of energy was startlingly different from the normal clingy a Higuchi. Eventually he just decided to do the paperwork.

They sat in silence... the Rashoumon user was getting confused... Higuchi gave no reactions at all besides a soft smile whenever their eyes locked- truthful she didn't realise she wasn't 'acting as usual' to herself she was just tired.

"Akutagawa I apologise it seems I've added an extra piece of paperwork don't mind it it's mine."

"Whatever." He grunted. Eying her carefully as they finished the paperwork. With her putting them in designated folders he watched quietly, thinking to himself. As he stood he hadn't realised he'd knocked over his cup of tea.. and out came the 'normal' Higuchi.

She reached forward, worry in her eyes as she grasped the cup.

"Sir are you okay? Was it still hot? Should I get you a towel-"

SLAP

The sound echoed throughout the office. A look of disgust rested on the dark haired man's face. It was like it was instinct... it must have been considering the way he slapped her. Her face was pushed now facing her left, blood peaking from the corner of her mouth at the strength of the slap and from her biting her cheek. His hand was now pressed to his mouth as he coughed though she stood still.

She didn't move for a full minute, hand still grasping the mug that once held the tea.

"I don't need your help." He said finally, each word punctuated and hurtful.

It was then she moved, slowly at that. She let the mug fall from her hand and moved to grab her folders, tucking away the last few, silent, and eerily so... she turned and stepped towards the door, opening it slightly.

"Next time don't leave your tea where you can bump it." Her voice, sure still deep from the injury she'd gotten two weeks prior, was dull sounding and bored- as though tired beyond compare- though using the same tone he had. Then she left, not without slamming the door behind her leaving the Rashoumon user to stand in silence... Higuchi never gets mad and he's almost certain (in the back of his mind at least) that she was angry with him.

The rest of the day went like that. She handed in her folders only to have another shove in the hallway on the way back.

She had someone's foot trip her down the hall.

Words of her uselessness. Words about how they don't understand how she got her role as a commander of the Black Lizard.

She also heard some curses towards her name that weren't at all subtle and some less than appropriate conversations said about her.

They really are getting bolder with their dislike for her, it was almost laughable at this point.

But the rage was boiling beneath her skin, itching, and pulling at her.

There comes a point where anger becomes outward and besides her lacklustre tone towards Akutagawa Higuchi did have the ability to be angry, very angry and very very scary. It was a fact she was well aware of and a fact her family had taken advantage of at one point in time... a fact even Mori and Elise were aware of.

But Grandmother didn't like that, as the matriarch she usually had the last say on what she wanted the family to do. Part of it was also to see how long each family member could last with whatever task she gave... the blonde was winning at her task... however with the amount of rage she was beginning to feel she was about to end her task with a bang.

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It was unsurprisingly a group of Black Lizard underlings that pushed her over the edge. A hefty shove into the wall near her office and a laugh from the group made something switch. Suddenly it didn't seem like Ichiyo was all there, as though she'd began to disassociate. She'd stopped moving, stopped reacting to the jeers and shoves, eyes empty and cold.

"Hey! Bitch pay attention to us. Hello!" One of them scoffed, slamming his hand beside her head. It was then her eyes moved, slowly from the group to the arm beside her.

"She can react. Good to know." Another laughed sarcastically. She then glanced upwards, the camera watching them, recording them and she knew, she just knew it was Mori who would see it.

"Hey. Higuchi you know... you are quite pretty. What are you doing working as such a useless bitch... you could be doing-" he hummed before smirking. "So much more."

His smirk turned feral as his hand touched her face, specifically the cheek Akutagawa had slapped earlier that day.

And then she snapped.

She'd turned and twisted out of his grasp, twisting his arm as she did so. He let out a gasp of pain as she pressed her foot on his shoulder blade, pulling his arm back and dislocating it quickly.

The second of the five jumped back, reaching for the knife strapped to his leg only to fumble just enough for her to grab it herself. She then turned him around with a grasp to his hair and began slamming his face into the wall while she used his own knife to dig into his thigh.

The other three assholes were smart enough to run off- good.

Higuchi gave a smile that was so unlike her typical one, one that sent the first man into a spin of fear and worry. She squatted before him; knife still gripped in her hand as she poked his now dislocated arm with the sharper end. He couldn't move, he was frozen in fear of the one woman every mafia member thought they could overpower one day.

"Still think I'm useless and weak?" She asked, her tone dark, cold, and void of emotion. Something no one in the Port Mafia- as he could recollect- had ever seen.

"N-no ma'am." He said, shaking as he did. Something about her made him absolutely terrified.

"Are you sure?" She asked again, knife now dangerously close to his throat.

"Yes. Yes ma'am. You aren't weak or useless." He said. The shaking continued even as she stood and turned towards her office.

"Go get that checked out... take your friend with you."

The man nodded, shaking still as he grabbed the barely lucid man she'd slammed face first into the wall- some blood now marring the grey walls- and walked as fast as he could away from his now most terrifying superior.

She turned and walked away entering her office as fast as she could, trembling as she did.

She couldn't believe what she'd done, she'd let that anger get the best of her... no no it wasn't Ichiyo's anger that did that. Higuchi collapsed on her closest office couch as she thought about her shitty day.

She began to scratch at her skin, arms becoming raw as she did so, the thoughts entering her mind feeling near foreign... she hadn't been that angry in such a long time, she hadn't let herself be that bad since before she joined the mafia.

But she realised... maybe Ichiyo really wasn't fit for the mafia.

Maybe the past few weeks was some sick way of fate telling her that Ichiyo wasn't needed anymore.

The scratching at her skin became worse over the minutes she sat there shaking and scared of herself.

She didn't have the power one in a command unit deserved as Ichiyo... she didn't have the respect she tried to earn, the trust she badly wanted or the acknowledgment she had craved. Ichiyo wouldn't get that. She understood that now.

It was then whatever last tether stood broke, snapping so loudly it made her cry out in pain.

Ichiyo was gone.

She wouldn't be coming back for a while.

It was time for Natsu to come back into the light.

[tojishugetiddies]

Key: e/d = energy drink, h/l =, hair length, h/c = hair color, e/c = eye color, y/f/v/c = your favorite videogame character

Here's an extra long chapter! I had a lot of fun with this one lol

Link to prologue:

Link to ch.1

Chapter 2

y/n's pov

"Really? Okay that's great! So I'll be meeting him here and show him around the studio. Yeah, of course! No problem! Bye." *click* Well it seems today is my lucky day! I got an applicant for a roomie! Only problem is... it wasn't my potential roommate I talked too.

It was Mr. Shigaraki, the owner of a big corporate conglomerate of hospitals, labs, and warehouses. When I tell you this man is loaded, he is LOADED. Although I heard some rumors that he might be involved in human experimentation. But imagine my surprise when I found out his son would be my roomate if I gave him the okay! I'm actually quite a fan of his son, whenever I have free time I watch his streams. They are pretty entertaining, especially when he, Dabi, Spinner, Twice, and Toga play Overwatch together. I never knew some of those curse words even existed!

Well, I better go to bed early, I have the feeling I'm going to need a good rest. I head to my room and change into a t-shirt and panties, slip into my bed, and I feel Bingus curl up near my feet. And with that I slip into the land of unconsciousness.

 

~Time skip to the next day~

You woke up early and made sure everything was ready. You put on some casual clothes, a baggy black hoodie showing a kitten with a ramen bowl, and some skinny jeans. You cleaned up the apartment, stocked the cabinets with some snacks, got soda and energy drinks in the fridge, and made sure to organize your room. You organized your video games and consoles, and made sure some were charged.

By the time you finished you were kinda tired to you took an energy drink out of the fridge and took a couple of sips. Bingus stalks over and starts to scream at you. "Oh shit! I forgot to feed you! I'm sorry Bingy." You said. As you walked over to get his food he kept screaming at you. When you finally put the food in his bowl and gave him fresh water he finally stopped screaming at you. But not without making a 'mrrt' sound at you and turn around sassily going to his food. "Always gotta be such a drama queen Bingus I swear." You shake your head in amusement.

You check your phone an look at the time, "huh, he should be here in about 5 minutes." You mumble to yourself. You pet Bingus for awhile until you hear a knocking at your door. You are so nervous! 'Okay, be cool y/n, just treat him as a regular person.' You walk towards the door with your heart beating a mile a minute. You open the door and...

Tomura's pov:

Welp, time to meet my potential roomate I guess. I wore a baggy black hoodie, black pants, and my iconic red shoes. Kurogiri warps me in front of the apartment. I feel anxiety course through me. With a deep inhale and breathing out a sigh I put my fist to the wooden door and knock. I hear faint footsteps come closer and as the door opens I look down a bit to see a small female woman.

I examine her discreetly and notice she has shiny h/l h/c hair and she has big round e/c eyes. "Well, are you going to let me in or are you just gonna keep standing there?" I say. I see her jump a bit and she apologizes. "Whatever. You gonna show me the apartment or what?" I say annoyed. She let's me in and the first thing I see is a fluffy calico cat sitting on the island in the kitchen batting what seems to be a can of... e/d? She turns around just as the cat bats the can to the floor spilling the drink. I look at her and she looks both mortified and offended, it's pretty amusing, I smirk a little.

"Bingus! What. The. Fuck?! You little shit!" She says while she approaches the mess, picks the can up an puts it back down near the cat. I can see her give the cat an exasperated look, and when I looked at the cat I swear, if a cat could make a smug face with a shit eating grin, this cat would have it. I chuckle at the interaction, it was certainly not going to be boring here it seemed. The cat looked at me and started...screaming? How the fuck? "Bingus don't be rude to him he might be living here!" You tell the cat. The cat pauses and seems to examine me before screaming again then running away into what I assumed was y/n's room. Well. That was...something.

By the time he snapped out of his thoughts you had already cleaned up the mess and just chug the drink then throw it out. Okay so you definitely weren't like other girls, good, he gained some respect for you, but only a little. "Shall we continue our tour?" I nod my head. She shows me the common room, then the kitchen. We head into the next room and I look around. There's pencils, paint, some canvases, a desk, a lamp on the desk, some erasures, sketchpads, markers, you get the point. It was an art room. I walk towards a painting of a silhouette of a person on a hill sitting beneath a tree looking at the dark night sky with beautiful stars and constellations. "Wow, you made this?" I ask. She blushes embarrassed and says "Yeah... It's an important painting to me, because it's a painting of one of my memories, when I was living in the countryside." She looks off into the distance, seemingly recalling that specific memory.

She snaps out of it and asks "Shall we return to the tour? All I have left to show you are the bathrooms, my room, then what will be your room if you choose to room with me." She smiles softly and I nod my head. She shows me the bathroom in the hall and tells me that that is the only bathroom with a tub and shower, but our rooms have basic toiletries. She shows me to my possible room first. "Here is your room if you wanna be my roomate!" She says. I examine the room; dark red walls with white accents, a wooden floorboard and a basic queen sized bed, a bedside table, a dresser, desk, etc. This might not be so bad after all.

We head to our last stop, to be honest I expected something frillish and girly but to my pleasant surprise she had a pretty cool room. The walls were f/c with accessories such as a neon sign that says 'Fuck You', a poster of CORPSE, and another of y/f/v/c. Then I noticed the game consoles. "Wow you have a Nintendo 64? I haven't seen one of these in years!" I say impressed. That's when I realised that not only will I be rooming with a girl, that same girl is cute as fuck, likes energy drinks, and places video games! I never met a girl who played video games in real life besides Himiko, but she is like 4 years younger than me so I don't really count her. And y/n is pretty nice too. I wonder if she watches my streams? Fuck, that'd be pretty hot. I snap out of my inner thoughts by y/n asking me how the apartment is. I tell her I really like it and would be glad to room with her. She looked so happy when I said that, but blushed and went back to normal. We exchanged numbers and promised to keep in contact and agreed to me moving in here in about 4 days. I act all bored but really I can't wait to move in.

We part ways at the door and when she closed the door I texted Kurogiri to pick me up. Suddenly I'm really tired, having interactions with a stranger, a girl nonetheless really drained me. As I walk into the portal then step out into my room Kurogiri asks how it went. I gave him a short summary and when he was satisfied he left to tell father. I fall onto my bed and sigh. Y/n... huh. You are pretty interesting. I wonder how long it will take until you betray me...no, she wouldn't...right? I mean after all, she was really nice and inviting, she didn't seem to mind my scars, and her eyes lit up when we briefly talked about video games. My betrayal issues rise inside of me, making me anxious and wary. We will see, for now I'm too tired to think anymore. And with that as I get comfortable in my bed I fall asleep, thoughts of y/n swarming my mind.

[eryiss]

Summary: Freed and Gajeel were total opposites in every way, only connected by the guild. When they were forced to train together under Makarov's orders, they expected antagonism and mistrust. Instead, they were given a lesson in how quickly opposition can turn to attraction. The issue: let the budding relationship simmer away, or let it explode. [Freed x Gajeel Multi-chapter]

Notes: Hi everyone. Another big chapter today. The first part has some graphic smut, so feel free to skip to the line break if you want to avoid it. Hope you enjoy :)

Links: FFN, Ao3, Chapter List

Chapter Eight - The Tournament

Day Seven: Sunday

When Freed woke up, he thought he might be dreaming.

His head was resting against Gajeel's chest, cool and hairless. He could feel large hands running through his hair, and gently scratching at his scalp without too much pressure. His limbs were tangled up with Gajeel's, both of them without any clothes. The gentle vibrations of Gajeel's heartbeat was a pleasant sensation that made Freed smile a little, not moving to open his eyes.

The previous night had been… indescribable. Freed was a man who kept things to himself, and his past was one of his most guarded secrets. Yet sitting in the spring with Gajeel, he had felt compelled to say something. Something instinctive inside of him allowed for vulnerability, and there had been something so freeing about letting Gajeel know what his parents had done. It was more of a burden than he sometimes thought, and having Gajeel both listen to him, and seem to take his side in his own somewhat brutish way, was wondrous.

And then, of course, there had been what followed. The reason they were both in Freed's bed.

Freed was by no means a virgin. He'd had his fair share of partners, but he preferred to sleep with a man he cared for, meaning it had been some time since his last time with a man. Gajeel had been, by quite a considerate margin, the most passionate, all-consuming lover that Freed had been with. He somehow managed to balance a rough, domineering energy with shocking tenderness and the lightest of touches. The press of his strong body against Freed contrasted incredibly with the soft kisses and grazing knuckles.

It had been a night of body-shuddering, sheets-clenching, mind-melting sex.

"Hm," Gajeel purred a little. "Thinkin' about last night?"

"What makes you think that?" Freed spoke, voice sleepworn and croaky.

"'Cause yer naked, wrapped up real tight against me, and if it ain't yer dick pokin' my thigh then I'm real curious about what it is," Gajeel taunted, still scratching at Freed's hair and giving it a little tug. It gave him a flashed memory of being on all fours, Gajeel fucking him while yanking at his hair with cruel strength. "Yeah, yer thinkin' about last night. That good huh?"

"You certainly know how to treat a man," Freed chuckled; he didn't care to lie. Gajeel was jaw-droppingly good in bed. He ran a hand down Gajeel's strong body, grazing his dick. It was just as hard as Freed's. "As do I, it seems."

"Fuck yeah ya do," Gajeel was unashamedly grinning, and Freed chuckled. Gajeel looked down on him, grinning without repentance. "Want another round?"

"You think you can take it?" Freed quirked an eyebrow, smirking. "You were rather energetic last night, I wouldn't blame you if you're needing some time to let your muscles recover."

"You sayin' you think I've pushed myself," Gajeel cackled. "Pretty-boy, I was holdin' back."

Oh, that was a thought. If that were true then what would Gajeel be like when he let himself go? He would be an animal, and Gods would Freed like to witness it.

After glancing at the clock to see they had more than enough time before they would need to leave for the tournament, Freed pushed himself up. The movements shifted the sheets to the side, revealing both of their naked bodies, and Freed swallowed at the sight of the man below him. Muscles rippled, piercings gleamed, and hair spread across the sheets. Gajeel was grinning up at him, horny and expectant.

Straddling the dragon slayer, Freed leant down so their bodies were gliding together. Their dicks rubbed hard, and the cool steel of the rivet piercings that decorated Gajeel's shaft made Freed sigh. This man was made of metal, and it was intoxicating. Freed was addicted.

"You gonna ride me, Pretty-Boy?" Gajeel rasped. "Gonna ride my cock?"

"Ride you?" Freed chuckled. "Perhaps if you'd given me everything you had, I'd treat you. But as you were holding back, I don't think you've earned it," Gajeel whined in protest, and Freed laughed. "You'll enjoy what I have planned, my dear, I'm quite sure of that."

Before Gajeel could complain or question him, Freed pressed their lips together, rolled his hips, and pressed Gajeel into the mattress by the shoulders. Gajeel groaned through their kiss, and Freed felt him shudder under him as he ran his hands over Gajeel's stomach and chest. He grinned a little, pushed himself off of Gajeel and relished the groan of annoyance. He began to slowly pepper kisses down the man's body, starting at his chest, going lower to his abs, then to his naval. Gajeel sucked in a breath and Freed relished it.

How had things changed so much in so little time?

When his lips hovered above Gajeel's dick, he looked up at Gajeel with the most devilish smirk that he could muster. Gajeel looked at him as if breathless, and Freed slowly lowered his head down and licked the tip of Gajeel's aching cock.

"Holy shit," Gajeel gasped. "Y' don't have to. I know the metal ain't for everyone-"

Freed plunged Gajeel's dick deep into his mouth, deepthroating him in a single movement. The feeling of the fat, long dick, filled with cold, harsh metal, filling him was incredible, and he gagged a little around the fullness. He took every inch of the man's dick, forcing Gajeel to maintain eye contact with him. Gajeel let a small 'oh shit' slip out and fuck did it make Freed's dick twitch. He was very reactive to praise.

Swallowing the man's length, Freed began to raise and lower his head, and Gajeel moaned. The sound spurred Freed on, and he began to bob faster and faster, choking and moaning over the man's hard dick.

The taste of metal drove him wild.

Gajeel suddenly froze, let out a spew of curses, and his hands forced Freed's head down on his cock. Freed choked, and a moment later the brilliant sensation of hot cum filling his mouth overthrew everything. Gods it tastes so good.

Freed came without warning, spurting his own cum onto the sheets. His eyes shot open, and he continued thrusting Gajeel's dick deep into his throat. His thighs were trembling with the effort of remaining on his knees while he milked all of Gajeel's cum into his mouth. When he looked up, Gajeel was staring at him lust-struck and seemingly amazed. Freed smirked over the fat cock in his mouth, gave it a final teasing lick, and pushed himself up.

"A suitable replacement for a ride?" He teased, voice hoarse from the throat fucking.

"You just came?" Gajeel gasped, seemingly wonderstruck. "I didn't even touch ya - you didn't even touch yerself - and you came real fucking hard. Just because you were sucking me off?"

"It seems so," Freed smirked.

"Oh Pretty-Boy," Gajeel's tone held mischief and seduction. "I'm gonna fuckin' ruin you."

"Will you?" Freed asked. "Well, we've an hour before we need to shower, so perhaps you should start now."

Gajeel had launched himself onto Freed before he had finished speaking.

——

"Gods dammit," Laxus grunted the moment he saw Freed. "You too, huh?"

Freed had walked into the guild, wanting to speak with his teammates after a week without contact. Evergreen had been at the bar, Bickslow was nowhere in sight, and as such Freed had walked to Laxus at their regular table. He had intended to ask as to how Laxus' week with Loke had been - the natural flirt wasn't an obvious easy pairing with someone as socially… complicated as Laxus - but the blonde had looked at him with an expression that was immediately annoyed. Freed didn't know why.

"Me too?" Freed asked, sitting opposite Laxus at their table. "Care to elaborate."

"You hooked up with your teammate too, didn't you," Laxus grunted, seemingly not pleased with the outcome.

Freed immediately stilled. His and Gajeel's night together was something that they hadn't spoken about with any seriousness, but they both had decided to keep it private. They didn't leave marks in places where they could be seen, they had tried not to look as though the dynamic of their relationship had been turned on its head when they had gotten into the guild, and Freed had even gone so far as to apply a pain-killing rune on his ass. He hadn't wanted people asking why he had a slight limp.

There was the issue of the piercings Freed now had, and the runic tattoo over Gajeel's exposed arm, but they could lie about that. It could have been passed off as a trust exercise or bonding experience. Fairy Tail was known for doing things with more intensity than required, their body modification could be seen as that happening again.

"What makes you think that?" Freed asked, cagey.

"You stink of iron and his cologne. Bet he stinks of you, too," Laxus huffed a little, and Freed frowned. He should have considered that... "You couldn't've at least showered after you did it, huh?"

"We did," He said firmly.

"Together or apart?" Laxus demanded. When Freed didn't answer, Laxus knew and rolled his eyes. "If it's gonna be a regular thing then you're going to need some stronger soap. Don't want to know every time he's been in bed with you."

"I suppose not," Freed chuckled. It was then when he remembered what Laxus had said in greeting, and frowned again. "You said 'me too' when you realised me and Gajeel had slept together. Have you and Loke started something?"

"What the fuck! No," Laxus exclaimed, before grunting. "I could've had him, but I didn't want him. No. Bicks and Gray are fucking as well."

"Really?" Freed frowned, looking over the banister. He scanned the room and his eyes settled on Gray, who was sitting on one of the many benches with Bickslow's arm around his shoulders, arguing with Natsu. Bickslow and his babies were offering words of support in the argument, and Bickslow was grinning widely. "How did that happen?"

"You remember when Bicks said he'd take his clothes off every time Gray did?" Laxus asked, and Freed nodded, vaguely remembering something of the sort. "He did it, apparently Gray was into it, and they started banging on the second night," Freed looked back at Laxus, who was frowning at him. "Dunno why that's a surprise considering what you and Gajeel did. Thought you didn't like each other. You aint the type to hate-fuck."

Freed thought for a moment. The shift from seething hatred, to tentative friendship, to what had happened the night before didn't exactly make sense to him. The piercings, runes, unison raids and demonic influence didn't make things easier to understand.

"We challenged our preconceived notions of one another, and found kinship," Freed said in explanation. "I would like to know why you seem a little huffy about it."

"Because I know you're not gonna fall into bed with a guy who's hot just because you wanna sleep with him. You're a guy who sleeps with someone they care about, probably only with a guy you could see yourself being with for a long time," Laxus shrugged. Freed didn't disagree, but didn't see how this was relevant. "If he's gonna be around you for a long time then he's gonna be around me for a long fucking time too. I'm gonna have to talk to him, get to know him, all that crap. Gonna have to do it with fucking Gray as well. I don't need that shit. Got enough friends."

"So your aversion to our relationships is because you dislike people?" Freed chuckled, and Laxus nodded. "So, not because you're still madly in love with me then?"

"Fuck you," Laxus gurnted, but grinned.

"I expect that you might say that if you were still interested in me," Freed teased, and Laxus rolled his eyes. "Though I expect if we were still together and you said that, you would be begging for it rather than demanding it. You were awfully needy, I recall."

"You know what, I'm glad you found him. You can piss him off rather than me," Laxus muttered, and Freed chuckled. Laxus' expression shifted to something more sinceer. "He good for you?"

"I think so," Freed nodded, smiling a little. "Unusual, I'll admit. But good."

"And yer demon ain't been fucking around?" Laxus looked serious now, and Freed understood why. The blonde did sometimes have a tendency to blame himself for the demon, even though Freed felt all the fault lay in his parent's actions. "It ain't done anything today. It gets bad today, right?"

"There was an incident in the week, but it was sorted before anything could come of it," Freed said, not wanting to go into details.

"You sure?"

"I am," Freed gave an honest response, and Laxus nodded a little.

For a moment, they both sat at their table. Laxus was drinking a tankard of beer while Freed polished his sword in preparation for the tournament. Freed had to admit that, although he had intended for his and Gajeel's relationship - whatever it was going to be - to be a secret, he felt warmed both by how Laxus hadn't questioned his closeness to Gajeel with anything more than curiosity, and how he had accepted the fact that Gajeel might be a part of their lives that was going to stay.

That felt nice too. The idea that Gajeel would be a mainstay in his life, and in the lives of their team. He wondered how Gajeel might interact with his team. He wondered what it would be like to return home with Gajeel after a night at the guildhall, drunk and cheerful. They might stumble into bed, and just laugh as they fall asleep side by side.

Freed would enjoy that.

"I'm sorry, I've ignored it long enough," Laxus suddenly said, and Freed looked towards him. "What the hell is with the piercings? You lost a bet to him or something?"

Freed just laughed, and decided he would tell Laxus the story.

——

"And for the final fight of the day, the one you've all been waiting for, the battle for the championship," Makarov was yelling into a microphone, his voice echoing around the clearing behind Fairy Tail's guildhall. "On the left, we have Bickslow and Gray! On the right, we have Gajeel and Freed! Two teams that have proven themselves to be incredibly powerful over the day, crushing all competition before them. Are you both ready!"

Fuck yeah Gajeel was ready!

Today was his day. He'd woken up with the memory of fucking Freed hard all the damn night, only to have Freed wake up in his arms ready for a morning of more. When they'd gotten to the guild, he'd heard stories about teams that just hadn't worked out because they let their arguments get in the way, and it made him realise how fucking close he and Freed had been to ending up as another disaster. And throughout the tournament, the natural comradery that he and Freed had quickly developed had burst out and they had seemingly decimated their opponents in every match.

Now, all they had to do to win the prize was to beat up the Puppeteer and the Stripper. It was going to be easy, and Gajeel was already planning on what he would do with the prize. After seeing how Freed lived, Gajeel knew he couldn't stay, so the money was going towards a new place.

And then, they'd also get to make a forfeit for the overall losers. He hoped it would be Natsu. He was gonna make the flamebrain loudmouth his personal fucking footrest for a month. Maybe he'd even get a throne, just to piss him off more.

Freed would look good sitting in a throne.

He'd look better sitting in a throne naked.

But he couldn't think about this now. He nodded that he was ready, as did Freed, Gray and Bickslow. He needed to be in the zone to get the victory. He shouldn't underestimate Gray and Bickslow, who seemed to be almost as in tune as he and Freed were being. Maybe having sex with your teammate made you work well together? Who knew?

"And begin!" Makarov yelled.

As they had with each fight, Gajeel ran forward while Freed started casting runes. Gajeel allowed iron to replace his skin, and he extended an arm to land a punch at Gray. Gray blocked it with a shield of ice, which shattered and made him stumble. Gajeel pounced on the misstep and rammed his iron fist into Gray's stomach, knocking him into the dirt.

Before he noticed, Bickslow's dolls were above him and circling quickly. A beam of magic struck down on him, searing pain that he couldn't identify. It felt like fire and ice and lighting all at once. Gajeel hadn't fought against Bickslow before, so the burn of his magic was unfamiliar, and all Gajeel could think to do was cover himself as best he could with his iron arms and wait for the spell to end. It was hurting like fuck, but he was trapped in the spell.

Suddenly, it broke. Looking up, he saw runed implanted on the dolls. He grinned.

Freed was now fighting with his sword, with Gray using a weapon made of ice to parry the blows. They seemed well matched, so Gajeel turned to Bickslow who was looking at him with a manic expression. Bickslow raised a hand and made a beckoning motion, and Gajeel grinned. This would be fun.

He launched forward, going to punch Bickslow. The other man jumped back a few times, and Gajeel grunted with each missed hit. He had heard BIckslow was an acrobat, and he was dancing rings around Gajeel. His physical attacks anyway.

"Iron Dragon's Roar!" He yelled, and a beam of dragon slayer magic spurted from him.

Bickslow dodged it, of course, but Gajeel had wanted that. As Bickslow made some comment that got drowned out in the fighting, he had allowed Gajeel to target him. Thrusting his fist forward, he punched Bickslow in the jaw and made him stumble back. Gajeel didn't miss the opportunity he'd created, and lurched forward to pummel more punches into the man, only some of which his dolls managed to deflect.

Suddenly, a hammer made of ice slammed into Gajeel's head.

He stumbled back, wishing he had fully covered himself in iron. He looked to see Gray standing over Bickslow protectively, with a few spurts of blood from where Freed must have hit him. He could also see a small glow from one of Freed's runes on Gray's arm. He didn't know what the effect was, but he felt a swelling of pride. That was probably kinda stupid, but fuck it. His boyfriend was a badass and he was gonna be proud of it.

Was Freed his boyfriend? They didn't speak about it. Gajeel wanted to be Freed's boyfriend.

Before the thoughts could spiral, Gajeel felt Freed's hand on his shoulder. The fight had broken for a moment so they could all catch their breath and Bickslow could stand again, and Gajeel felt a fizzing on his arm, where Freed was touching him.

"It's immunity," Freed murmured, but was smirking. "Be prepared. This will be intense."

"Come on baby!" Bickslow yelled across the space. He was grinning with his tongue hanging out. "This ain't the time to be whispering sweet nothings into his ear."

"You're right," Freed smirked, and magic seemed to flow out from him. "Let's make this fun, shall we."

Walls of runes shot up around them, and the new rune on Gajeel's arm glowed and pulsed. Suddenly, Gray and Bickslow were being pushed into the ground in the same way Gajeel had been earlier in the week, and Gajeel grinned at the sight. They were taking this seriously, and Freed wasn't afraid to pull out some nasty tricks. Good.

In tandem, Freed and Gajeel began their assault. Freed started to cover their opponents in different types of pain runes, and Gajeel began slamming his fist into their bodies over and over, loving the feeling of the punches connecting.

Fuck this felt good! Brutal and unrepentant and-

This was all too violent. This was meant to be a friendly match, why was he enjoying this so much?

Realisation struck him, and Gajeel turned to look at Freed again. The man's demonic eye was glowing and a mist of magic was forming around it. Again, the demon had been influencing them both and making them more cruel than normal. Adrenaline was still running through Gajeel and there was a loud voice in his mind screaming at him to keep going, keep hitting, make them bleed and bruise and burn! But that was the demon, and who knew how bad it was for Freed.

Gajeel looked up, and saw that the full moon was parting the sky. It beat down on them, unimpeded by the clouds and hitting Freed directly. He quickly remembered that today was the shortest day of the year and fuck Freed was losing control.

He needed to stop this.

Suddenly, a dome of ice covered Freed, clearly from Gray. Gajeel didn't spare him a glance, because Freed was a priority, but he saw the walls of runes falling down. He felt the new rune on his shoulder suddenly disappear, and his gut started to flip. Was that Gray's magic cutting him off from the runes, or something more.

The fog from Freed's eye was getting thicker, and covering more space. The dome was quickly filled with mist, and Gajeel couldn't even see Freed inside of it. What the hell was happening? Was the ice making it worse? Magnifying the moon's effect somehow? Was that how it worked?

"Stop!" Gajeel yelled when he saw Gray running at him. "Fuckin st-"

The ice exploded.

Freed wasn't standing there anymore. The demon was.

Power exploded, knocking every mage watching the fight to the floor. Gajeel scrambled and failed to keep himself upright, and he was flung to the dirt. Dread filled him, because even though he had only seen Freed's demonic form standing there for a second, he knew that Freed wasn't in control.

"Gajeel Redfox," A voice like Freed's, but warped and mutated and cruel echoed through the courtyard. Everyone was watching, but Gajeel was transfixed by the demon. "Did you like the little dream I sent you? The one where I told you what would happen if you attempted to claim what belonged to me. The one that made it very clear that this body is mine to play with. The one that you ignored."

What the fuck. What the fuck!

The dream had been from the demon. The dream where everyone was dead or nearly dead and they were trying to kill Freed and Gajeel couldn't do anything. The one he had so desperately been trying to ignore. The dream was from the demon!

"The message was ignored, so perhaps I should be clear," The demon walked towards Gajeel, slowly. "You should learn to leave well enough alone. Because this body is mine to toy with. And as you've disrupted that, I intend to fix the issue."

A tendril of black magic - the same black magic that had hit him in his fight against Freed - shot out from the demon's claw. It coiled around Gajeel, who could only scream as a pain like nothing he could imagine filled him. It was every aspect of agony condensed into a single feeling which was designed to explode on his skin. The pain was overwhelming, and Gajeel only barely recognised that he was being lifted off the ground, the coil of darkness wrapping tight around his neck.

"You should have left him alone," The demon snarled at Gajeel, dragging him closer. Gajeel could see the fangs, the scales, the cruelty. "He's so much more fun when he's alone. And he will be again, soon enough."

The coiling darkness tightened. It was going to kill him.

He was struggling to breath now, and the demon forced him to maintain eye contact as his life was sapped away from him. He tried to struggle but there was nothing he could do.

"Freed, if yer in there I want you to-"

"He won't be able to do anything," The demon chuckled, and Gajeel was thrust forward so his nose grazed the demon's. "He's as good as dead. The only difference is, he's still conscious enough to watch what's about to happen."

Gajeel had never wanted to kill something before. He did now.

Before he could retort, a flurry of manic lightning shot from the sidelines and slammed into the demon. It winced, turning towards where Laxus was standing, now covered in lightning and with fury on his face. Gajeel struggled, hoping that the distraction would be enough for him to escape the coiling darkness, but the grasp of magic seemed to get tighter. He gagged a little, and his vision started to turn black, but he kept on fighting.

Lightning shot towards the demon again, but this time the vivid yellow turned to jet black, and the demon seemed to consume it rather than being hit by it. The demon started to walk towards Laxus, and Gajeel felt the binds tightening around him even more. Fuck, he was going to get crushed to death.

"You all wish to fight, it seems," The demon said, looking around at the array of mages ready to pounce. His eyes settled on Gajeel, and it grinned. "Let's make your dreams come true, shall we."

Fuck. Shit!

The magic coiling around Gajeel suddenly disappeared, and Gajeel was dropped into the dirt again. His muscles ached and his heartbeat was hammering. He did his best to get back to his feet so he could do something to help Freed, but his body had been sapped of energy and he could barely get to his knees. When he looked up - panting, bleeding and arms shaking with effort - the demon was looking at him with sadistic glee. Runes shot up around Gajeel, a cylindrical prison identical to the one that he had been trapped in in his dream.

Gods, it couldn't be happening. His dream had been awful and it was going to come true if he couldn't do something. But what the hell could he do?

The members of Fairy Tail started trying to attack the demon, with Laxus, Evergreen and Bickslow taking the lead. Natsu was soon on his feet, as were Mirajane, Gray and Elfman. Whether they knew what was happening or not, Gajeel couldn't be sure, but something innate inside of him wanted to scream at them to stop. Attacking the demon wasn't going to get Freed back, it was probably going to get them killed, and dammit this wasn't how to get rid of the demon. It was a blight on Freed's soul, not on his body!

Magic welled up around the runic prison, and Gajeel stumbled to his feet. Fire, lighting, dust, ice, water, and pure magical chaos all flew towards the demon, and yet with a wave of it's hand, the demon dismissed it and countered them all with ease. They needed to stop; this wasn't how to save Freed!

Gajeel's runes started to glow.

Energy suddenly coursed through him, unnatural and unfamiliar. As chaos unfolded around him, Gajeel found himself transfixed by the glowing lettering on his arm. Magic - runic magic, not Dragon Slayer - was filling him now. It was powerful, addictive, and something new.

With a punch, the force of which was stronger than Gajeel had ever managed before, he managed to shatter the runes keeping him in place. The demon turned to him, face without emotion but a snarl ripped through it's throat. Gajeel felt adrenaline coursing through him like he never had before, and he raised the arm covered in runes, purple magic flickering from the exposed skin. For only a second, the demon flickered back to Freed, who was clearly trying to fight.

Freed was still in there. He had a chance.

That's what these runes were for. Not just marking. Not just a coincidence. They were Freed's magic, anchoring them together so Gajeel could pull Freed back from the edge.

"What was that?" The demon snarled when it took over. "What did you do?"

"I just figured some shit out," Gajeel grinned, walking towards the demon and covering his body in Iron. The runes still glowed. "Me and him, y'see, we're soulmates. I know, he knows it, and our magic fuckin' knows it. And yer a sadistic motherfucker who's been eating away at him for far too fucking long now. Not anymore. So I think it's up to me to cleanse his soul."

The magic erupted inside of him, and scales of iron covered him. His teeth grew sharper and his magic roiled inside of him. His dragon force was taking over, more powerful than it had ever been before. Runes covered every inch of his body. He glowed with the minging of his magic and Freed's, and felt more powerful than he could have ever imagined.

At that moment, he was a monstrous force of nature. Nothing could stop him.

With every step he took towards the demon, it's grasp on Freed seemed to lessen. Even being in Gajeel's overwhelming presence seemed to make it's dominance over Freed flicker back and forth. Freed was fighting the demon's control, and his body mutated back and forth between monster and man.

His eyes met Gajeel's, and a look of wonderment and relief filled his expression. Freed grit his teeth and managed to hold onto control, if only for a moment. That was all the time Gajeel needed.

"Let's sort this shit out right now," Gajeel proclaimed as he stalked towards Freed. "I'm yours and yer mine," He was chest-to-chest with Freed now, and wrapped a hand around the back of Freed's head, holding and anchoring him. "And as long as I'm still standin', that demon ain't got a fuckin claim on you. You understand me. Yer fucking mine!"

"Your damn right I am," Freed whispered, and had the smallest of grins.

Gajeel pulled Freed to him, and kissed the hell out of him.

Magic of cataclysmic power exploded around them, pushing everyone but the two of them to the ground. Gajeel dragged Freed as close as he could to him, his draconic body melding with Freed. The runes painted onto Gajeel were burning with the most addictive power that he had ever felt, and it was as if the feeling Gajeel had been unknowingly hunting for his life had suddenly been bestowed upon him. This moment was something he was destined to do.

The darkness that the demon had forced on Freed seemed to be burning away. Even Gajeel could feel the force of something wrong leaving Freed, and he pulled the man closer to him as the spirit seeped from Freed's soul.

As they kissed, a cloud of sentient shadows rose up around them. They pulled apart with the overwhelming force of evil looking down at them, searching for another soul to take over. Without needing to speak, both men turned to the demon's smokey form and raised their intertwined hands. Magic shot fourth without effort nor complication, and Freed's runes entrapped the demon while Gajeel's iron destroyed it.

Another unison raid, which came to them like second nature now.

"It's gone," Freed whispered, pulling away. "It's actually gone."

"Yeah it is," Gajeel agreed, pressing his forehead against Freed's. "It ain't ever hurtin' you again, y'hear me. Never."

"I know," He grinned, elated. "Gajeel, I lo-"

He passed out in Gajeel's arms before he could finish.

[cocobeanncteez]

HENDERY- All I Want is You (One-shot)

Genre: Smut, fluff.

Words: 5K

The luxury nightclub and bar was extremely packed today. People were watching the beautiful view from the 32nd floor of the hotel, drinking, smoking cigarettes and hookah, making out, grinding on each other, dancing the night away—the usual stuff you see at clubs like these. Saturday nights were your favorite because that's when you earned a lot of money.

Being a stripper in the biggest and most luxurious club in China had a lot of pros. You were the best and highest paid stripper at your club, and you loved your job cause you were able to make so much money easily. Your managers, Ten and Kun, were your best friends, so when you told them that you didn't want to do any private strip shows, they agreed. You were lucky that this club had strict rules and amazing security. Plus, they took such good care of all their strippers.

"Coco!" you heard Ten call out your stripper name. "You're up next so hurry up!" You nodded as you took three shots and quickly put on your black stilettos and eye-mask. You made your way to the stage, watching your colleague finish up. She gave you a high-five before you got on stage, hearing the crowd cheer for you over the loud music. You moved your body gracefully around the pole under the flashing red lights, losing yourself to the beats of the music. You first took off your lace top and then your denim shorts, leaving yourself only in your signature black dragon appliqué teddy and your stilettos-that was the maximum you were allowed to strip to. After a good twenty minutes of dancing, you got off the stage, catching your breath and panting.

"Y/N! You were amazing as always!" Kun said, pulling you into a brotherly hug. "Do you have some energy left?"

"A little," you answered, dabbing your sweat with a wet cloth. "Why? Do you want me to go up again?" you asked, secretly hoping he'd say no cause you wanted to go home and get some sleep.

"No, no," he said and you mentally sighed in relief. "I actually wanted you to do a... private show for someone," he said hesitantly, shifting his gaze away from you.

You raised an eyebrow. "You know I don't do private shows. Why don't you ask someone else?"

"Well, he specifically asked for you. Plus, he paid twenty thousand yuan for it so-"

"What?!" you cut him off, your eyes widening in shock. "Twenty thousand?!"

"Yeah, he's a really rich businessman and he's your age."

You gasp in disbelief. "He's only nineteen?!"

Kun nodded."Twenty, actually. Now, will you do it?"

You agreed to do it, not cause you were going to get paid a ton, but cause you were quite curious and interested to see who this young man was who was paying a fuck lot just to personally see you strip in a private room.

"Okay, but if he tries touching me or something-" you start while putting on your clothes, but Kun stops you mid-sentence. "Then you can kick him in the balls and come tell me so I can chuck him out of the club. Simple, Y/N."

You just nod. "Which room?" you ask, fixing your hair and makeup.

"Wong Hendery, VIP room 3," Kun says. "Of course it's the VIP room, why'd I even ask," you say, rolling your eyes, making Kun chuckle.

You made your way to the said room, feeling a little nervous. You've never done a private show for anyone before and you had no idea why this guy couldn't ask for another stripper. You took a deep breath before knocking on the door, and entering when you heard the young businessman yell out a "come in."

You closed the door and turned to approach him, stopping in your tracks at the sight of him.

He looked like a fucking Prince.

You had to blink thrice to make sure that you weren't dreaming and he was real and live in front of your eyes. His dark brown hair was parted to the side and he was dressed in a pair of black ripped jeans and a white t-shirt with a black leather jacket. Hendery kept his gaze on you as he took a sip of his alcohol, and you watched his Adam's apple bob as the liquid ran down his throat.

"Come sit," he said in a deep voice that made you get goosebumps. He patted the space beside him on the white leather sofa. You obeyed and sat next to him, keeping a short but good distance between you and him. "What can I do for you?" you ask, scanning his beautiful face curiously.

Hendery smirked, making your heart skip a beat. "Well, I'm not going to beat around the bush so I'll get straight to the point. I want you to be my girlfriend for a while. I'll pay you for it as well. It's cause my parents are forcing me to get married and won't stop until I have a girlfriend."

You choked on nothing in particular and your eyes widened. "U-Um, what?"

"Oh, did I startle you? My apologies, I shouldn't have been so straight forward," he mumbled politely, giving you a worried look while you just stared at him in disbelief.

"I... no, I'm sorry, you just caught me off guard," you say, mentally cursing yourself to try and get your shit together. "Why me, a stripper, when you could get pretty much any other decent girl to do that?"

"Cause there's something about you that has me so drawn to you, and besides, I know why you work as a stripper," he answers softly, taking a sip of his drink.

You freeze, processing his words. "You... know why I... work as a stripper...?" You were sure only Kun and Ten knew the reason.

He nods. "My mother owns the hospital your little sister is admitted in, Y/N. So yeah, I've seen you a couple of times there." You smile sadly at the mention of your beloved eleven year old sister who was currently battling leukemia. Your parents passed away a year ago when you were just eighteen. Your relatives didn't even want to have anything to do with you and your sister. You couldn't afford to go to college and pay for your ill sister's expensive treatment, so you had no choice but to become a stripper to get money faster.

"So, would you do me the honor, princess?" Hendery asks with a breathtaking smile. You thought about it for a second before nodding. You just have to act as his girlfriend right? What's the worse that could happen?

"So, Mr. Wong, you paid a fuck ton for half an hour, just to ask me to do you a favor?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," he chuckles before smirking. "You can call me Hendery, Y/N."

You just nodded. "Well, since we're here, I'll give you a little show."

"I know you don't do private shows. I don't mind one, but I really don't want you to feel uncomfortable," he says softly, making your heart swell at his thoughtfulness. He was such a gentleman.

"I insist," you say honestly with a smile. "I don't want to earn money like that without doing anything."

He just nods with a smile, watching you get up and walk over to the pole.

You start moving your body around the pole, getting higher up on it. You swayed your body a little more sexier than usual, taking off the first article of clothing slowly, revealing your cleavage. You glance at Hendery who was staring at you with hooded eyes. God, just the sight of him got you so wet. You took off your shorts, leaving yourself in your teddy. You made your way towards him, pulling him up to his feet from the sofa, and making him sit on a chair. You swayed your hips as you moved around him, stroking his arms from behind. You could tell that he works out from his hard flexed muscles. You let your hands roam from the visible curves of your lower ass, all the way to your hair, before squatting down and letting your legs open wide in front of him. You could see his hard bulge straining through his jeans. You touched your clothed core before standing up and straddling his lap, never breaking the eye contact. You dragged your hip along his thigh, grinding down hard on his crotch, causing both of you to moan at the friction. "Fuck, baby," Hendery grunted, throwing his head back. You took his hands and placed them on your ass as you continued grinding down on his length. A knock on the door interrupted you. "Time's up!" you heard Kun say through the door and you mentally pouted in disappoinment. Hendery chuckled and pulled you closer to him. "Do you wanna come over?" he asked sweetly. "Just to talk about everything, of course. I just want to know you better." You nodded eagerly, removing your eye-mask and going to collect your belongings from your locker in the changing rooms, before taking a shower and changing into a flowy dress. You said a quick goodbye to Ten and Kun before skipping to Hendery's side.

"Wow," you whispered, staring at the beautiful view of Beijing at night from Hendery's balcony on the last floor. You were surprised to find that he lived in the same apartment complex as you. There were eight apartment blocks; you lived in the 4th block and he lived in the 7th.

"Enjoying the view?" you heard Hendery ask from behind you. You turned around to look at him, fresh from the shower, wearing grey sweatpants and a black tank that clung to his toned body. God, he still looked amazing in something as simple as this.

"Yeah, the view is beautiful," you say, staring at him. He smiled and nodded, not noticing that the 'view' you referred to was actually him.

"I got some food from the club, let's eat," he said, getting plates and cutlery, setting them down on the small dining table.

You both ate in a comfortable silence, occasionally exchanging a few sentences here and there.

"Wine's okay with you?" he asked after you finished eating and you nodded with a smile. "Yeah, wine is my favorite."

You both sat on his sofa, drinking and talking about your pasts, how life is at present, and what you want to do in the future. He was so easy to get along with; he made you feel so comfortable. After an hour, you were giggling uncontrollably at pretty much everything he said, clearly drunk. Hendery, on the other hand, was sober enough. He had good alcohol tolerance, unlike you. At some point, you were in his arms, nearly passing out from how sleepy you were. You felt him lift you up bridal-style and carry you to a room, gently laying you down on the bed and putting a blanket over you. The last thing you heard him say was "goodnight, beautiful," before he switched off the lights.

A month passed and you and Hendery were super close. He was really caring and considerate, and had such a wonderful personality. He had a great sense of humor as well. You learned that his father was the founder and CEO of Wong Enterprises Inc. and dealt with the main branch in Macau, while Hendery took care of the branch here in Beijing. 

You were on your way to his company's luxury building, excited to hear the news he was planning on telling you today. 

"Good morning, is Mr. Wong in his office?" you ask the receptionist.

"May I know your name?" she asked.

"Lin Y/N."

"Ah, Ms. Lin! He's currently in a meeting, but he told me to tell you to wait in his office once you arrive," she informed with a smile. "You can take the elevator to the 28th floor." You nod and thank her, before taking the elevator.

Hendery's private office was impressive, having floor to ceiling windows with a beautiful view of the Hai River. You took a seat on the black leather sofa, scrolling through your social media while you waited for him.

"Hey, I hope I didn't make you wait too long," Hendery said politely, placing his laptop on his desk. You noticed that he was pretty tired and stressed.

"Not long, I got here a while ago," you say, keeping your phone away. "Bad meeting?"

"Yeah, it was so difficult to deal with those people," he says with a sigh, taking off his blazer and loosening his tie. He laid down on the couch with his head on your lap. "They disagreed with almost everything my team and I said. So annoying!"

You ran your hands through his soft brown hair, knowing that it would calm him. After a few minutes, he suddenly sat up with a huge ear-to-ear grin on his face, forgetting that he was annoyed a moment ago. "I almost forgot! You're my date for the business ball tomorrow night, Y/N!" he said cheerfully like a child.

"A business ball? I've never been to one, of course. What do I have to do?" you ask, biting your lip nervously.

"You don't have to do anything," he chuckles, "You just have to stand beside me while I introduce you as my girlfriend to various people."

"Put these on," she said, handing you a gown, wedges, and some jewelry. After you wore the gown, you gasped. It was absolutely beautiful. It was an off-shoulder navy blue mermaid gown that hugged your curves perfectly.

"Wow," you whispered, staring at yourself in the mirror. Hendery hired a professional makeup artist to do your makeup and hair. She did a simple yet elegant look on you, and curled your hair.

"Mr. Wong had it custom made for you," she said with a smile, making you gasp and blush. "He did?"

"Yes," she chuckled before helping you wear the jewelry and making sure everything was in place.

You were meeting Hendery directly at the venue as he had an important meeting. As soon as you stepped out of the car he sent for you, you felt really nervous.

 But once you saw him standing at the top of stairs, looking like an absolute Prince in his black Louis Vuitton suit, you didn't feel nervous anymore. 

You made your way up to him, never breaking the eye contact. He took your hand and kissed the back of it. "You look stunning, Ms. Lin."

You blushed, feeling the butterflies go crazy in your stomach. "Thank you, you do too, Mr. Wong." He chuckled and took your hand, leading you inside.

Your eyes widened when you saw how big the hall was. There were a lot of people, certainly more than you expected. You noticed several people were looking at you, obviously wondering who you were. You started to feel a little insecure, wondering if you looked good enough next to Hendery. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard Hendery say, "Yeah, this is my girl. Y/N, this is Wong Lucas and his girlfriend, Song Yuqi."

"Hello," you say politely, shaking both of their hands. Lucas looked like as if he was perfectly sculpted by the Greek Gods, and so did Yuqi.

"Ah, I see finally my baby brother got some good taste. The previous one was seriously such a bitch," Lucas said, grinning from ear to ear. You chuckled at that, remembering how a drunk Hendery ranted about his materialistic ex-girlfriend.

"Baby brother?" you raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, we're cousins," Lucas said, making you mentally agree that they were seriously blessed with amazing genes. "I'm not surprised that he didn't tell you."

"I didn't cause I knew you would meet her today," Hendery said with a shrug.

After many more introductions and small conversations, some businessmen were talking to Hendery while you conversed with Yuqi and Lucas. Lucas even invited you for his birthday party next week. You excused yourself to go get a drink after you exchanged numbers with the couple.

You made small talk with two women at the bar while you sipped on delicious aged wine. You noticed Hendery was at the other side of the hall, talking to another girl. He looked like he was stuck and fed-up, so you immediately made your way towards him.

"Hey, love, I was searching for you," you say and peck his lips-for the very first time- right in front of the girl. Of course, sober you wouldn't do that as much as you wanted to.

Hendery was shocked, but he played it cool, masking his shock perfectly. "Hey, babe," he smiled, eyes sparkling.

"Hendery, who is she?" the girl asked, clearly annoyed, folding her hands over her chest and looking at you in disgust.

"I'm his girlfriend, are you blind?" you roll your eyes at her, intertwining your hand with his. The girl just gave you a sharp death glare and left, making Hendery chuckle.

"Thanks for saving me," he smirked, "You know, you're so cute when you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous," you lied.

"You are."

"Nope."

"Admit it."

"Okay, fine, a little," you say with a pout, immediately giggling after that.

Hendery could immediately make out that you were getting a little drunk. "How much did you drink, Y/N?"

"I don't know," you answer, "Maybe three or four glasses? The wine was amazing."

He shook his head, letting out a chuckle that sounded like music to your ears. "We're leaving now. I'm driving," he said, taking your hand and pulling you outside.

"Thanks for dropping me home, Hendery," you giggle, holding onto the bedroom door.

"We're actually in my apartment, but yeah, it's yours too," he said with a grin.

Your back pressed against the bedroom door, and you put your arms around his neck, pulling him close to you. He visibly gulped, making you smirk at the effect you had on him for something as small as this. "Have I have told you that you look like an absolute God?"

He laughed, amused at how different and random you are when drunk. "You did now."

"It's hard to believe that you exist," you giggle, caressing the soft skin of his cheek with the pad of your thumb. "You're ethereal, Hendery."

He chuckles, cheeks turning into a shade of pink. You loved seeing him get all flustered, knowing that you were the reason.

Your eyes scanned every inch of his perfect face before landing on his plump pink lips. You involuntarily licked your own lips, catching Hendery's attention. His eyes darted between your lips and your eyes.

You pulled him closer and finally crashed your lips onto his. Hendery kissed you back immediately, hands moving to your waist. Your hands were in his soft hair, tugging on it. You broke the kiss and moved your lips along his sharp jawline before settling on his neck, sucking and biting the soft skin, leaving a pretty purplish-red mark. Hendery's grip on your waist tightened as you brought your lips back onto his.

"Get me out of this," you whined against his lips, referring to your gown.

"As much as I'd love to, I can't do that today," Hendery said, leaning his forehead against yours.

You frown, slightly hurt from the rejection. "Why?"

"You're drunk," he stated softly, "I won't take advantage of you, baby."

"Okay," you whisper, feeling the butterflies go insane with that one simple word: baby.

"Let's get you to bed, yeah?" he said and kissed your forehead.

You woke up hungover and slightly startled at the fact that you were in Hendery's bed, clad with only your panties and his t-shirt. You downed the pills he left for you on his beside table before you made your way to his bathroom. You had a few of your toiletries here from all the sleepovers you've had at Hendery's apartment, despite living in the same area.

After you took a shower and finished your morning routine, you pulled on one of Hendery's hoodies, tying your hair into a messy bun. You went to the living room where Hendery was watching TV.

"Good morning," he said with his usual bright smile, looking at you from head to toe. He loved seeing you in his clothes. "Slept well?"

"Yeah," you said, sitting beside him on the couch. He handed you a granola bar after unwrapping it.

That's when you noticed the nice big mark on his neck.

"Who gave you that?" you asked, feeling quite hurt.

"What? Oh, this," he says, pointing to the hickey, "You, of course."

Your eyes widened. "What? Me...?" You felt the heat rise up to your cheeks.

"You don't remember what happened last night," Hendery stated with a playful smile.

"No..." you murmur, leaning back on the couch as Hendery came closer and closer to you until he was hovering over you.

"Well, let me show you," he smirks sexily, before crashing his lips onto yours.

You kissed him back immediately, your hands involuntarily moving around his neck, trying to pull him even closer to you.

After a minute, he broke the kiss and sat up, pulling you onto his lap.

"Do you remember now?" He whispered.

"No," you say, straddling his lap and pressing your lips to his. He was extremely shocked at your unexpected bold move, considering you were a hundred percent sober right now.

His hands slipped under his hoodie that you were wearing, feeling the bare skin of your abdomen, before smiling when he noticed that you had no bra on. He rolled your nipples with his thumbs, causing you to grind on his hard on. He moaned into the kiss, and you took that opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth. His hands moved down your body to grab your ass as you continued grinding on him. You moaned when he started helping you move faster on him, loving the friction. He broke the kiss, squeezing your ass as his face scrunched up, releasing himself in his sweatpants with the sweetest sound you've ever heard.

His hands toyed with the waistband of your panties as he looked up at you for approval. You nod and he wastes no time in pushing them to the side, slipping a finger into your soaking core. You gasp when he adds another finger, feeling your walls immediately clench around it. He moves his fingers in and out of you, watching how you moan and scrunch your eyes at the feeling.

"I'm c-close," you moan out, grinding onto his fingers. He pumps faster and rubs your clit in circular motions, making you throw your head back, moaning loudly, as you cum all over his fingers.

He never broke the eye-contact as he slid his fingers out of you and put them in his mouth, licking them clean.

You hid your face in the crook of his neck, slightly embarrassed from what just took place. He chuckled as he kissed your head. "Stay here, I'm gonna go wash up."

You were having dinner at a luxurious hotel, celebrating Xuxi's birthday. You noticed that Hendery was fidgeting around a lot. Of course, you knew why. 

The moment he saw you step out of Yuqi's room after she did your hair and makeup, wearing a short tight black dress that revealed a good amount of skin, you knew he was whipped and wanted to fuck you right there.

He was trying to be patient, but his patience was running out fast.

Finally, after everyone finished dinner and said their goodbyes, Hendery took your hand and pulled you to the elevator of the hotel to go to your room. Lucas had booked a room for you guys, saying that it was his birthday tradition to stay a night in a hotel. Hendery unlocked the door with the room key, closing it behind him and pushing you against it once you both took your respective footwear off.

"You drive me fucking crazy, princess. I want you so bad. Fuck, all I want is you."

"I'm all yours," you whisper, looking up at him through your long lashes. He took your hand and led you to the bed, settling in the middle and pulling you on top of him so that you were straddling his lap. He pulled you down to his level and crashed his lips onto yours. God, he was an amazing kisser. He sat up, never breaking the kiss, so that you could take off his leather jacket and his t-shirt. In one swift motion, he pulled your dress off, leaving you in just a pair of your thin lace panties. He broke the kiss to look at your almost naked body for the first time. "You're so beautiful," he whispers in amazement, eyes full of love. You loved how his eyes roamed all over your body.

"Can I touch you, Y/N?" he asks and you immediately approve. "Yes, please."

His hands cupped your boobs before one of them trailed to your dripping core. He moved his index finger over the wet patch of the thin lace, his eyes widened. "Fuck, baby, you're soaking wet for me," he says, pecking your lips.

"I want to ride you now," you say before unzipping his jeans and pulling it down with his briefs. He kicked them off and cursed when he felt your warm hands on his hard length, stroking him.

"Are you sure? I haven't prepped you."

"I'm alright."

"I don't have a condom on me, so I'm going to have to pull out. Is that okay with you, princess?" he asks and you nod before lining him up with your entrance and immediately sinking down on him. 

It had been so long since you had sex, so the stretch was a little painful. He grunted loudly, feeling your walls clench around him. "Fuck, you're so tight!" you smirked at his words as you slowly began to bounce on him, feeling the pain turn to pleasure. He loved the way your boobs bounced and the way you threw your head back, moaning his name. He grabbed your ass, helping you move faster and harder on him. "Fuck, baby, you take me so well!" 

He sat up, still moving you on him, until your boobs were right in front of his pretty face. He kissed the space between your breasts before taking one nipple in his mouth, sucking it gently and licking it, while rolling your other nipple, making you moan loudly. You fingers found your way to his hair, tugging on it. He left your nipples for your soft lips, kissing you hungrily. A particular thrust made you moan and he took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hands massaged your boobs, before he broke the kiss. 

"Come for me, babygirl," he says, rolling your clit in circular motions with his thumb. Your legs begin to shake and you feel yourself approaching your high. 

"Hendery! Fuck!" you yell, throwing your head back as you came all over Hendery's cock. He thrusted into you a few more times before he flipped you onto your back and pulled out, spilling his cum on your stomach. He pumped himself a few more times, milking himself dry before he collapsed on you. He looked up at you and smirked at your fucked-out expression. 

He leaned in to kiss you gently, stroking your cheeks with his thumb. "That was amazing," he says with a breathtaking smile, making the butterflies in your stomach turn wild. You hum in approval, running your hand through his messy hair.

"I'm taking you out on a date tomorrow. But for now, shower with me?" he asks cutely, and of course, you couldn't say no.