#and who he holds when he falls asleep at night

[dimplesxx]

based on this🥴 NSFW MINORS DNI PLSSSSSS‼️‼️ an: i gave it backstory bcs i cant do porn w/o plot im sorry ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ ♡- shiu who, one day, completely forgets about the date you guys planned together at home after a long time spent apart, a nice wine and dine and maybe some love-making and falling asleep after. ♡- shiu whos face drops when he comes home late that night, watching you heartbrokenly throw away the food you cooked, gone cold on the marble dining table. ♡- shiu who then follows you around the entire apartment, apologizing at least a gazillion times. his excuse being that his work day was so hectic, that he forgot. ♡- but you were MAD. you planned this for so long only for everything to go to waste. you, who had barely known how to make ramen noodles spent time and effort cooking up a dish you knew the both of you would enjoy. so you gave him the silent treatment. ♡- shiu who hugged you from behind and fell asleep while apologizing into your neck, and though the gesture was sweet, you weren't giving in. ♡- you, who got mad at him the next day when he kept pestering you and distracting you even during chores/work, so you yell at him to leave you alone for 'a few minutes at least!' ♡- shiu who then stopped pestering you with vexation in his eyes that you failed to notice as you continued giving him the silent treatment and now, an add on: attitude. ♡- days pass, and shiu just can't take your disrespect anymore. he picked you up when you were folding the laundry, tossed you over his shoulder and practically bodyslammed you onto the edge of the bed. ♡- shiu who then takes what feels like 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 teasing you, your legs swung over his shoulder, your pants at your ankles but your panties still on as he traces the insides of you thighs with his tongue. ♡- shiu who almost bursts out laughing when he sees the attitude dissipate from your eyes, replaced with lust and want, who smirks against your thighs when you desperately mewl and claw at his hands, secured around your thighs. ♡- shiu who then licks a slow stripe up your clothed pussy, and you could almost cum just from that. you moan and beseech for more. ♡- shiu, who can't stand his wife begging. but also can't stand her attitude, so he doesn't take your panties off, continuing licking agonizingly slow at your soaking wet cunt. ♡- shiu who doesn't let you cum at first, making you say sorry for treating him like this when all he was trying to do was apologize. ♡- you, who scream your apologies, begging for him to make you cum. ♡- shiu who then snickers against your drenched panties when you come from just one more lap, arching your back off the mattress and shaking in his hold as you scream his name. ♡- shiu who then peels your sopping undies off your legs and puts them in his pocket, walking away like nothing happened and like he doesn't have a raging hard on. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ an: this is so bad omfg😭 also it has no reason to be this long LOL ps: it's my first time writing, so i NEED yall to tell me whats wrong, please. even if it's spellings or grammar. plssss drop criticism <33

[rauspberries]

spencer reid x reader.

summary: you come home from work to your sleepy boyfriend, who just got back from a long case.

tags: afab reader, established relationship, sleepy n soft spencer, tooth-rotting fluff, just a drabble, not proofread

notes: i wrote this weeks ago and yet it applies more to me today than ever. enjoy this until i have the energy to finish hotch fic

The copious amount of things attached to your keychain make a loud jingle as you slot your key into the lock of your apartment, your feet aching despite the comfortable shoes you had on. It had been a tiring shift, having stayed for an extra two hours to help out, but you were always happy to help.

While you had been closing up, you had received a quick, ever-so-grammatically-correct text from Spencer that he had just landed. He had been gone for the past week investigating a serial killer in Oregon which, with the timezone difference, meant the only bit of contact you had had with him recently was quick check-ins via text to make sure he was okay and the usual good morning, goodnight texts. To say you had missed him would be a great understatement. You had immediately offered for him to go directly to your apartment from Quantico, coming up with excuses about how your apartment was closer or how you had an old cardigan of his. He had taken you up on it, although not for those reasons. The both of you were two peas in a pod — there was absolutely no way he wasn’t seeing you that night. While Spencer's job often kept him away from Virginia, traveling to multiple different states for days at a time, it had never driven a rift between the two of you. Of course, you missed him when he was gone, everything around you reminding you of him in one way or another, but you were a full believer in the fact that distance makes the heart grow fonder. Plus, that just meant you’d have stories upon stories of things to tell him when he finally got home.

Stepping into the foyer of your apartment, you leave your keys on the hook next to your door before peeling off your jacket, hanging it on the coatrack. You lock the door before kicking off your shoes, abandoning them on the hardwood before turning and making your way towards your living room, the sight of the lamp on the side table being turned on making your heart giddy with glee.

A bright smile illuminates your face at the mop of brown hair peeking out from your spot behind your couch, socked feet quickening. You’re just about to open your mouth and spill about your day when you notice Spencer��s face, his eyes shut and his lips parted just barely.

As to be expected, he’s fast asleep, slightly curled into himself as a hand on his cheek props him up on the arm of your couch. A book is facedown in his lap, evidence that he had tried to wait up for you, and the sight is endearing, to say the least.

You take a moment to commit it to memory before you lean down in front of him, hand sliding over his knee as you murmur softly. “Spence.”

His head shoots up like he’s been caught doing something wrong, gentle eyes blinking slowly and lips smacking together as he glances around the room. “Huh?” Finally, he’s able to focus on you, face brightening with a sleepy smile. “Hi, baby. When did you get in?”

“Just now.” You chuckle, thumb still brushing along his kneecap as you grin up at him. “Come on, sleepyhead. Let’s get you to bed.”

Like a toddler, he whines as you stand up, hand quickly reaching out to take a hold of your wrist. Before you can blink, he’s pulling you into his lap, smile only widening at the sound of your girlish giggle. “Missed you,” he mumbles as his face buries into your neck, arms wrapping around your waist to keep you close to him.

Sighing, you let your chest fall against his back, chin tilting up as he raises his head to press a fleeting kiss to his lips. “Missed you more. I have a lot to catch you up on tomorrow.” You note with a raise of your brow, cheeks aching from the smile that just won’t seem to leave.

“Tomorrow? Why not now?” The question is interrupted with the answer to his own question as his lips part in a large yawn, one of his hands reaching up to rub at his eye.

You laugh at him as you shake your head. “Because you’re tired, and I’m tired, and my bed sounds really comfortable. I’d rather be there sleeping with you than here talking with you. Yeah?” You question, grinning at him.

Spencer pretends to consider it for a moment before nodding, pressing a kiss to your nose before patting the side of your hip gently. “Alright. Go ahead.”

With that, you stand up, grabbing his hand to lead him towards your bedroom. As you walk, you take turns giving each other soft squeezes, like a secret little language. He watches you closely as you brush your teeth and take off your makeup, admiring you from his spot on your closed toilet seat, before following you obediently back to your bed.

And that night you sleep better than you have all week, curled into your boyfriend and listening to his soft snores in your ear while his hair tickles at your forehead.

[servantofthefates]

Do you have any idea how much power you hold while you’re asleep?

Physically, we sleep to recharge. Spiritually, we sleep to awaken.

One of my high school teachers was in a coma. Then I heard that she woke up. I messaged her, wishing her well and saying I’m relieved she’s better now. That night I dreamt of her. She thanked me and said she’s feeling very happy.

I found out that morning that she had passed hours before. Yet she found a way to reply to me after all. Now I know she’s truly at peace.

A relative's house was being haunted by a child’s ghost, until she befriended him in her dreams.

A colleague had an impossible choice to make until he dreamt of 70-year-old him who had taken the right path.

A friend of mine desperately needed money and dreamed of the next day's winning lottery numbers.

In slumber is when our soul is fully conscious. It’s when we can travel to other realms and speak to any soul, dead or alive, including our past and future selves.

So before you fall asleep tonight... ask for help.

Chances are, you will receive it.

[itertarot]

Tarot | Future Spouse

What fantasies will your Future Spouse have about you when they lay their head on the pillow before falling asleep? +18

Close your eyes and take a deep breathe, if you don't feel drawn to any image it's okay, I'll be doing more piles soon. This ain't supposed to be an +18 reading so i won't dive deeper in their sexual thoughts now.

Pile One:

If they are a man:

Your future spouse will think of you every night as the moon rises in the sky. In the most intimate moments, before falling asleep, they will feel deeply emotional and connected to you. It's as if the silence of the night intensifies the emotional and spiritual bond you share. It wouldn't be surprising if they have an intuitive and sensitive Moon in their birth chart, under the moonlight their heart will allow itself to feel the love that overflows between the two of you. You are, without exaggeration, the biggest love of his life. The feelings they have for you are tender, fluid, calm, but also passionate, affectionate and intense. Your future spouse will think not only of you, but of the family you will build together. They will fantasise about simple details like making you coffee just to see you smile (and they love your smile), or tucking you in with a blanket on cold nights and watching you sleep with a deep sense of gratitude. They will take care of you, making sure you are warm, fed and happy. Every gesture, big or small, will be filled with meaning and etched in their minds and hearts. But this relationship is not all about affection and tenderness. Your future husband will be skilled (especially in their hands if you get me) and attentive, both emotionally and physically. He will have a touch that will make you discover pleasures you never knew were possible. He will be curious and devoted, always looking for new ways to bring you to your climax, like an explorer in search of hidden treasures. They will want to be the best for you, the only one who can fully satisfy you, like a magician who knows all the secrets of your body and soul, imagining they put their hands all over you especially you clitoris and vulva.

If they are a woman:

Your future wife will be a deeply romantic and family-orientated woman, possibly fitting the profile of a tradwife. She is highly intuitive and gifted with spiritual qualities, probably brought up in a religious environment which has made her deeply attached to values such as chastity. It's possible she's a virgin, saving herself for the person she considers chosen to share her life with and explore the mysteries of pleasure together. But being so reserved and modest made her fantasies revolve around finding someone to take her on this journey of discovery, someone to show her how far the body and soul can go in terms of intimacy and connection. She wants someone to "corrupt" her in a loving way, to guide her like a puppet, but with care and respect, transforming her into a freer, more submissive version of herself. In her fantasies she imagines a partner who has complete control over her, someone who holds her firmly but with skilful and gentle hands. In this scenario, you are the person she has chosen to be her guide, the one who will teach her what true pleasure and deep intimacy feel like.

But don't be mistaken: although there is a strong element of submission in her fantasies, this is mainly due to her inexperience and her desire to break free from the chastity that has always protected her. Your future wife is above all a romantic. She is sensitive, both emotionally and physically, and may be vulnerable to pain. It is therefore essential that you are gentle, patient and attentive to her needs. She will fantasise about how great amd skilful you're in bed.

Pile Two:

If they are a man:

Your future spouse has an intense and exhausting routine, with days filled with tasks and responsibilities. When they finally come home and lay their head on the pillow, their greatest desire is to rest and soothe their aching body after a long day. They are not the type to live in a world of imagination but rather someone practical who prefers action over dreaming. However, when they allow themselves to dive into thoughts about you, even if rarely, their reflections revolve around when things will change, when your lives will finally find peace and stability. They long for the day when you can live together as a family, in harmony and tranquility. Your future spouse works to the point of exhaustion, not just out of obligation but because they want to feel worthy of you. They want to offer you a stable and comfortable life, proving that they are capable of providing and taking care of you. Their fantasies, as simple as they may be, are centered around proving themselves deserving of your love and earning your recognition. They imagine the moment when they will finally have the courage to approach you, especially because, in their thoughts, you are always surrounded by people, as if you were someone admirable and unattainable. They find you incredibly beautiful and feel inspired by your presence.

When it comes to intimacy, your future spouse may have an attraction to spontaneous and passionate moments. They fantasize, for example, about taking you home and, after a goodbye kiss, things heating up so much that you end up giving in to desire in the car. The idea of having your body so close to theirs in such a tight and private space excites them, creating a feeling of unique and intense connection. They also have a fantasy of having sex in the beach, something about the sand on your body, the sound of the sea and open landscape is very exciting for your future spouse, they also love the smell of your body after spending the day on the beach.

If they are a woman:

The fantasy of your future wife revolves around you being the person who will rescue her from the exhausting and draining life she currently leads. She dreams of the moment when you will take the initiative, stepping in to take control of the situation and approaching her with sincere and captivating charm. In her thoughts, she imagines the family you will build together, the cozy home you will share, and the financial stability you will achieve as a team. To her, you are the right person, the one she wants to marry and share a full, happy life with. However, her current reality is quite harsh. She is exhausted, working tirelessly and feeling like the "Cinderella" of her own story, a modern version of Cinderella, trapped in a routine that brings her no fulfillment. The constant fatigue prevents her from diving deeply into romantic thoughts or sexual fantasies, as she barely has time to rest. Despite this, she can’t help but look at you during the day, seeking your presence as a refuge, even from afar. Your proximity makes her nervous but also excited, as if you were a beacon of hope amidst her draining routine. She wants to feel special, cared for, and, above all, safe by your side. And when you finally come closer to her, she will be ready to give you not only her heart but her efforts and dreams.

Pile three:

If they are a man:

You, my dear, are the "damsel" your future spouse dreams of rescuing, but with an important detail: you are no helpless princess. He fantasizes about being the knight in shining armor, the one who enters the tower to save the beautiful, seemingly vulnerable damsel. This is, without exaggeration, the image he creates in his mind. However, he knows very well that you don’t need saving. In fact, he sees you as an extremely independent, self-assured woman, completely capable of handling everything on your own. In a way, you even intimidate him. Your future husband sees you as the "queen bee," the most beautiful, the most admirable, always surrounded by friends and admirers. There's even a song that fits perfectly called Miss Independent by Ne-Yo. You are so confident, radiant, and self-sufficient that he creates scenarios in his head where he can prove himself useful, just to earn a bit of your attention. He wants to be your Prince Charming, the one who shows you that, with him, you can relax and let your guard down. He wants to prove that, if needed, he’ll be there to take care of you. But deep down, he deeply admires the strong, independent woman you are, and that’s one of the reasons he feels so drawn to you.

When it comes to sexual fantasies, he imagines you giving yourself to him as a reward for being your hero. However, he doesn’t delve too deeply into these thoughts because there’s a great deal of respect and admiration involved. He spends more time imagining what it would be like to feel your body even before removing your clothes, or what your kiss might taste like. Kisses, by the way, are a recurring theme in his fantasies, he catches himself thinking about how it would feel to touch your lips, to feel your breath close to his. But because he sees you as a princess, he struggles to take these thoughts to a "dirtier" or more obscene place. To him, you are someone to be adored, not just desired.

If they are a woman:

In the fantasy of your future wife, she sees herself as a powerful queen, the ruler of her own kingdom. She is independent, confident, and has everything she desires in life, except for one thing: a bold and charming knight, and that knight is you. She sees you as someone full of energy, sociable, courageous, and with an irresistible sense of humor. Your daring and boldness deeply attract her, and she admires the way you naturally charm everyone around you. In her fantasies, you win her over with your smooth lines and magnetic presence. She imagines what your scent must be like, how your body feels after a day of activities, and what you look like beneath your clothes. And yes, she will notice that you’re in great shape ( it doesn't matter if you don't see yourself as hot, she will for sure), it will only fascinate her even more. She fantasizes about the two of you going out together, attending a party, starting to drink and dance until the chemistry between you becomes irresistible. At the peak of sexual tension, she imagines that you won’t be able to control yourselves anymore and will need to find a quick, secluded place to finally give in to the desire that burns between you.

She has a very high sex drive, and her fantasies involve many passionate scenes in risky or unusual places, where the thrill of being caught only heightens the excitement. She also fantasizes about the size of your penis (if you have one), imagining what it would feel like to have you inside her. Moaning in your ear is something she would love to do, using her voice to make you even more aroused and connected to her. She wants you to be the knight who challenges and conquers her, but also the one who makes her feel safe and desired. Deep down, she knows that by your side, she can be both the powerful queen and the woman who surrenders completely to the pleasure and passion you share, but don't be fooled she don't like to give up her control.

[aveli-li]

HEADCANNONS OF GRAYSON X PREGNANT READER (ilysm😼)

Grayson and the Haven

warnings: established relationship, gender neutral reader, pregnant r!, pregnancy mentions, fluff, no smut, minors dni

a/n: LOVE YOU DOLLIE THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK I LOVED MAKING THIS AAAAA the baby fever this gave me is unbearable

♡ be prepared not to move a single finger.

♡ Grayson will not let you do anything that might take risk in the first months of the pregnancy, although you can perfectly do your chores just needing to add care to not force your body a lot, Grayson prefers to have you rested.

♡ If someone makes an offhand comment about your pregnancy or about you, she will make the person who they are talking to.

♡ Grayson will have to balance work with her personal life. It has been a great development since you two got together but since you are carrying her child she makes sure to come home earlier to have more time with you, and of course, checking you all the time.

♡ She understands how suffocating that might be and that you have your life and know how to take care of yourself, but please, this woman is protective by nature. It won't change her in such a vulnerable moment to leave you alone.

♡ She refuses and does rather not take risk quests and situations. Fearing her job could cause some harm to you and your baby, even in the future. If she has to go, she will take double care about it to not worry you and the baby about the mission and as soon as she returns she calls you to hear her voice and how things went well, or a bit tough but most important is that she is safe.

♡ The most lovely place in the world for her is next to you. Her muscled arm marking room for your head to rest, one hand caressing your hair and the other resting on your growing belly, she couldn't ask for anything better.

♡ He helps you build a nest to accommodate your belly once it grows bigger, and you found victory about the many pillows you wanted to buy that she found unnecessary. She helps you through your sleep, rubbing your back, caressing your belly, or massaging your sore legs and hips until you fall asleep again.

♡ Maybe, just maybe, for Grayson, the moment it all became true and realized that you were carrying her child was when she felt their first kick when she was baby talking to your belly. A late moment, but something on her switched, and she realized what she would become in a few months. She had a moment to process it, and couldn't believe that the baby gave this sort of signal when she talked to them.

♡ Grayson doesn't get emotional often, but since the thought of starting a family lightened up on her, you could see her emotional moreover. She doesn’t cry or have outbursts like you (and those damn hormones messing with your feelings), but she tears up in adoration, of finding someone that trusted her, and wanted to start a family with her.

♡ She has moments of doubt. You catch her staring at your belly, lost in thought, but your reassurance words saying that she will be a great mother eases her mind.

♡ And when the moment gets too tough for you, seeing your body changing so much over the weeks, Grayson pulls you into her lap and presses kisses all over your body, saying in a whisper and proudly how breathtaking you look.

♡ Buying clothes and the furniture was tiring but both agreed on the colors and decoration for the room. Grayson built everything, from the small wardrobe to the little crib, a teddy bear placed on the pillow that they will soon hold to sleep.

♡ Some nights, you find her in the baby's room, taking a moment to appreciate everything both are building together.

♡ A pillar of strength, respected by her peers, even feared by some. But with she's was something else, something softer. Grayson had all her love dedicated to you and only you. And now, for the little baby growing bigger every day.

��� Small bonus, but imaging enforcer Grayon coming home to her pregnant partner, very housewife scenario aaa 🩷🩷

[redsrooftopprincess]

Stay

RaphaelxGN!Reader

No warnings, light angst

He lands softly on the rooftop and makes his way down the fire escape. He's late. Caught by a stupid gang scuffle, it's already almost dawn. He still needs to see you.

He grips the window, sliding it open almost silently. The apartment is dark, and he can only see by the ambient light of the city. He slides the window shut and turns to find you, asleep, on the couch. His movements practiced and silent, he's probably the only person in the world who can move around without waking you up, his brothers included.

He looks down at you, a velvet affection filling him. A whisper of gratitude so soft he can't help but just stare for a moment. You are so beautiful. He inhales, deeply, and reaches for the blanket laid across the back of the couch, one of his, in a deep forest green. Unfolding it, he drapes it gently over your sleeping form. It settles into the peaks and valleys of your body. In the almost-year he's known you, you've become his whole world.

He really wanted to see you this morning. Not for any particular reason, it's just been a few days, and he accepted a while ago that he can't go more than a few days without seeing you. He needs you like a junkie. Every moment with you destroys him, but he'd cross oceans.

He adjusts the blanket gently as it slips down your shoulder, his cold scales brushing your warm skin, and almost shivers. His hand passes over a broken line of light that slashes across your back, and his focus shifts from you as it glints off a few scales on the back of his hand. The rest is marked by scar and injury, and what isn't is stained by the city. His jaw tightens as he turns away. He should have at least washed his hands before touching you, but he couldn't help it. He was drawn to you, like always, like a sun.

A small hand slips into his as he takes a step toward the window, and he stops. His hand instinctively closes around yours, and he turns to find you looking up at him sleepily, your hair slightly disheveled. As the warm, ambient light of the city glitters in your soft eyes, he's caught in them, and lost.

Your lips part, and you soundlessly whisper one word.

"Stay..."

His breath seizes in his chest. He glances toward the window, seeing the pitch dark of pre-morning shifting into slate blue at the horizon.

"I can't..." He whispers, painfully, turning his gaze to yours. It hurts, having to say no. Having to say he can't. Having to flee from the sunlight like some horrifying nightbound monster.

Your only response is a gentle pull on his hand, and he has to swallow down the sudden desire to fall to his knees beside you and stay forever. By some miracle, he manages to hold his ground.

"Y/N, it's almost morning," he says, every word a shard that sinks deep into his chest. I'm sorry...

His resolve almost breaks when your soft hand slips from his and slides under the couch cushion you've been using as a pillow. Your eyes close and you settle under the blanket. He watches you for a few moments as the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest deepens and you drift back to sleep.

When he can finally pull himself away, he stands outside the window, hands braced on the fire escape, and draws a shuddering breath. He looks up into sky, now shifting from light pollution to simply light, as if it might hold some kind of clarity. There's a need in him like nothing he's ever known, but there no where to go with it. It just eats at him like acid, and some nights, it feels as though, by morning, there will be nothing left.

But the slate blue has consumed the black and a new spectrum begins to bloom, slowly, above. He was supposed to be underground half an hour ago.

His eyes fall closed and he draws another deep breath, pulling himself together for the run home.

...

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[gam3r-girli3]

arthur morgan with an s/o who has anxiety

trigger warnings: includes sensitive subjects such as anxiety & mental health. do not read if you are triggered by these.

a/n: i fucking love arthur morgan <3

(gif border isn't mine, credit to owner)

Mental health wasn't something people openly talked about or even acknowledged back in those days. If someone was mentally ill, they were deemed mad or insane and that was that

But I feel like Arthur would be one of the most understanding people in the gang when you open up about your struggles with anxiety. He's often felt it himself, maybe not to the same extent but enough to understand

Which is why he becomes very caring and willing to do anything it takes to help you cope and manage

He'll wrap his big bear arms around you and hug you as tight as he can (careful not to squeeze too tight) until your shaky, panicked breaths slowly subside

He'll keep holding you after your panic attack subsides until you say otherwise

Placing gentle kisses on your head; murmuring things to you in his deep, warm voice; the stubble on his chin tickling your skin

"It's alright, darlin'. You're okay, I gotcha."

He'd be so gentle and attentive after, constantly checking on you and asking how you're feeling, if you need anything, and then adding, "You know I love ya, right? You know nothin's ever gonna stop me from lovin' ya."

If Dutch has him away from camp, scouting out another one of his 'grand plans', Arthur will ask someone he trusts (either Charles, Mary-Beth, Hosea, Tilly, or even little Jack) to watch out for you and make sure you're okay

(Jack is more than happy to be given an important task like this and, determined not to let his Uncle Arthur down, he decides to make you some flower chains since they always cheer his momma up when he makes them for her)

Though he'd never directly tell you (instead shrugging it off as 'jus' somethin' I found on my travels') he'd go to doctors, general stores, anywhere he thought he could find something to help soothe your anxious mind

He even talked to Hosea and asked him for advice on how to support you and help you, knowing Bessie had also struggled with anxiety in the past

On mornings when you'd have been awake all night, overwhelmed with intrusive and worrisome thoughts, Arthur would manage to get Grimshaw to let you off the hook from your chores, bringing you a streaming cup of tea in bed and holding you in his arms for however long it took until you could fall asleep and get the rest you need

Nobody could pry him from you at times when you desperately needed him, not even Dutch. His first priority is, and always will be, you and making sure you're okay

His love and support doesn't make your anxiety magically go away but it does help to know that Arthur is there for you whenever things get bad ♡

[miriellesandthegiantpeach]

Sleep Study | Buddietommy 5+1

1.

Buck is seriously perplexed at how his boyfriends are able to sleep like they do. He looks over from his side of the bed, furrowing his eyebrows because how? Eddie and Tommy are so impressively tangled together that Buck cannot tell them apart. Eddie is currently on his back with Tommy laying half on top of him, Tommy’s huge arm wrapped around Eddie’s head in as close to a chokehold he can be without actually choking him out.

Since getting together, it took some time to figure out their sleeping arrangements. It was soon discovered that no matter how clingy and touchy Buck is with them during the waking hours, he basically wants zero contact while sleeping. Partially because Eddie is fucking furnace when he sleeps, radiating heat like the goddamn sun and Tommy moves around too much.

Sometimes it’s Tommy trapped in Eddie’s chokehold to which Buck helps out by tickling the back of Eddie’s thigh so Tommy can be released when need be. Tommy learned quickly to cup himself because he’s gotten Eddie’s knee to the balls one too many times.

The hold on Eddie’s head Tommy has right now looks painful, but Eddie’s face is totally relaxed with sleep, so how can Buck argue. He does watch to see if Eddie’s chest is rising and falling just to make sure.

He gets up to make breakfast for the three of them. When he returns, Tommy is somehow snuggled closer into Eddie’s side; their legs a mess of alternating limbs.

“Baby, breakfast is ready,” Buck says to them brushing a hand through Eddie’s hair. Eddie inhales and stretches, raising his arms above his head. Those beautiful brown eyes flutter open, offering Buck a sleepy smile. Eddie turns his attention to Tommy who’s still passed out.

“T, wake up,” Eddie rasps and Tommy grunts in response. Eddie finds that sensitive spot at Tommy’s armpit and pokes in making him squirm away.

“Fuck you,” Tommy mumbles.

“Later, now up,” Eddie teases and untangles himself from the large man half pinning him down.

2.

Most mornings Buck relies on his phone vibrating under his pillow to wake him up. He’s learned to sleep with earplugs in because unfortunately Tommy snores like no other. At least with earplugs it’s dulled to a soft roar that he can easily ignore.

This morning his phone vibrates, waking him up - Buck turns off the alarm and removes his earplugs to be greeted with loud snores coming from Tommy beside him. It’s always the worst when he sleeps on his back.

The snoring doesn’t draw Buck's attention; it’s Eddie who is dead asleep on Tommy’s chest with his ear not five inches away from Tommy’s open mouth. Eddie is possibly in the loudest spot he could be, not to mention his other ear is pressed to Tommy’s chest, so it’s like he’s getting surround sound of Tommy’s snoring. Buck just shakes his head and makes his way to the shower.

Later at work Buck asks Eddie, “how the hell do you sleep with Tommy snoring like directly into your ear? He was loud as fuck this morning.”

Eddie just shrugs, thinking about how well he’s been sleeping with Tommy. “It’s soothing actually. The barracks in the army were way worse, try 20 plus guys snoring like that. I guess I got used to it,” he smiles. Buck doesn’t try or want to understand Eddie’s insane sleeping standards.

3.

“Babe -,” Eddie pleads in the darkness of their room. Tommy is on duty so it’s just him and Buck in bed tonight.

“I said no,” Buck huffs and punches the pillow, facing away from his boyfriend who is creeping over onto his side of the bed. Somehow, defying the laws of physics, Buck has more room to himself when there are three of them versus just two.

“Come on, I can’t sleep.” Eddie isn’t touching Buck yet, but Buck can feel him just from the body heat he is radiating.

“If you’re on top of me, then I can’t sleep. You make me sweat,” Buck complains.

“How? It’s like 67 in here and you have the fan blowing in your face.”

“Because you are a human oven. I seriously don’t know how Tommy sleeps with you on top of him every night.”

“Because he loves me,” Eddie says and Buck doesn’t need to see his face to see the pout.

Buck rolls over seeing a hopeful shine in Eddie’s eyes. Just like magnets their hands seek each other out - Eddie’s hand sliding in place over Buck’s heart. Buck leans in and pecks Eddie’s lips. He presses his forearm to line up in the middle of Eddie’s chest. Eddie takes the opportunity and hugs Buck’s arm, pressing his cheek to the back of Buck’s hand, relaxing further into the bed.

“This good, baby?” Buck whispers. He supposes he can sacrifice his arm to help his boyfriend sleep.

“It’ll do,” Eddie says, voice already sleep heavy.

**

Eight hours later Buck wakes up drenched in sweat unable to move.

During the night Buck had shifted onto his back; Eddie took advantage and sprawled across his chest, puffing hot breath against his neck.

“UGH, get off me,” Buck groans, pushing Eddie to roll off him.

Eddie yawns awake, looking like a Disney princess, and opens his eyes. “Sleep well?”

”Slept fine,” Buck says, sitting up pulling his t-shirt away from his overheated skin. He looks over to Eddie, glaring. “Do you see how sweaty I am right now?”

“Yeah, you should do something about that,” Eddie comments, dodging the pillow that’s hurled at his head.

4.

A foot connects to Buck’s calf in a hard kick, waking him up.

“Ow, what the fuck?” Buck turns his head to see Tommy still fast asleep laying on his side, limbs all spread out haphazardly.

Tommy must be dreaming judging by the movement of his eyes under his eyelids. He groans low, with arms twitching. One thing Buck has learned very fast about sharing a bed with Tommy is that he has very active dreams that sometimes manifest in him doing Muay Thai in his sleep.

Buck shakes Tommy awake gently. “Honey, wake up, you’re sleep fighting again,” Buck laughs softly. Tommy catches his hand, kissing the back of it.

“Sorry, baby,” Tommy says without opening his eyes. He adjusts and falls back asleep in under five seconds. This time Buck gets whacked with a hand. Buck sighs because he’s not going to win the fight against dream Tommy. He concedes rolling Tommy over onto his side so he spoon up behind him. Buck locks a hand around Tommy’s wrist to hold it tight against his chest while pushing his knees into the back of Tommy’s knees to limit his range of motion.

For his own safety Buck is forced to be big spoon with Tommy more often than not, but now he’s gotten used to starfishing on his own side. He wishes Eddie were here to hold Tommy down. But the way Tommy sighs and relaxes into Buck’s chest makes his heart flutter, so it’s not that big of a sacrifice he decides.

5.

Buck is holding back his laughter as he leans in the doorway of the bedroom with a mug of coffee in his hand. The scene before him is both adorable and head scratch worthy because how is Eddie breathing?

Tommy and Eddie are still both still asleep - dead to the world. Tommy is on his back with one hand resting on his stomach and the other arm stretched above his head. It’s Eddie’s position that confounds Buck - since his entire face is buried deep into Tommy’s armpit.

Their weird sleeping positions make Buck all the more grateful that they figured their shit out and decided to all date each other. The three of them are so compatible in so many different ways; they’re sleeping habits are a prime example of this. Where Buck likes room to sprawl out - Tommy and Eddie are perfectly content with seemingly trying to bury themselves under each other’s skin.

Buck shifts his weight making the floor creak, waking up Eddie first. He picks up his head, showing off the absolute mess that is his hair. This time Buck doesn’t hold in his laugh because Eddie looks so cute all bleary eyed with his crazy bed head. Or in this case armpit- head?

“Huh?” Eddie says still mostly asleep looking around until his eyes land on Buck. He looks so dazed.

“You good there, babe?” Buck asks with a chuckle.

Eddie rubs his eyes and face. “Mmm yeah, weird dreams.” He resettles his head on Tommy’s shoulder.

“I think that might be the lack of oxygen or Tommy’s pit stench,” Buck says. Eddie takes the opportunity to investigate - taking a big whiff of Tommy’s armpit, shaking his head. “Nah, he doesn’t smell.”

“I don’t understand you two,” Buck says with all the affection in the world.

“Good, then you won’t get in between us,” Tommy adds, eyes still closed. His hand strokes down Eddie’s side then hooks under his chin to pull him into a sleepy kiss. “Mornin’, sweetheart.”

“Morning,” Eddie says back against Tommy’s mouth.

“Hey where are my good morning kisses?” Buck mock pouts.

“Get your ass over here then,” Tommy says and pats the empty side of the bed. Buck can’t help but set his coffee down to crawl across the bed to join in on the cuddle sesh.

+1

“How’re you feeling, babe?” Tommy asks as he sets down a mug of hot tea along with some flu medicine.

”Bad,” Buck replies, body hunching over with a coughing fit. He caught the flu from some kid at Jee’s birthday party.

“I’m sorry, honey. Is there anything else we can get you?” Buck only shakes his head and pulls the blanket around his shoulders tighter; he’s so cold. Tommy presses the back of his hand to Buck’s forehead. “My god, you are burning up. You need to break that fever then you’ll feel a lot better.”

After a little while of trying hot tea and heating pads, nothing seems to get Buck through his fever. Then Tommy has an idea. He wordlessly pulls Buck off the couch and into the bedroom where Eddie is lounging against the headboard reading a book.

Eddie looks up and takes pity on the sight of his boyfriend shivering, wrapped up in a blanket looking like a sad puppy. He sets his book on the nightstand, opening his arms to summon Buck to come onto the bed. Buck wordlessly slips into Eddie’s arms, curling up against his chest, settling between his legs. Eddie is already so much warmer than anything else and Buck just nuzzles his face into Eddie’s neck.

Tommy flits around the house, getting ready for an early night in. Before getting into bed, he turns off the lights and turns the tv on to a show Buck’s been watching. As he settles against Eddie’s other side, Buck’s eyes are already looking heavy as he struggles to keep focused on the tv. Tommy scratches a hand through Buck’s messy curls, getting a soft hum in response.

Within the next hour Buck’s fever breaks - Tommy notices the beads of sweat forming on Buck’s forehead as he breathes in and out evenly against Eddie’s chest. Eddie seems unbothered at Buck’s now tacky skin as he drifted off too slumped against the headboard with arms wrapped tightly around Buck.

The next morning Buck wakes up pressed between Tommy and Eddie. Maybe they are onto something with their sleeping habits. Before Buck misses his space he pulls them both tighter around himself and drifts off again.

On ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63043915

[indycinders]

Love and Valentine's :: LADS Headcanons

I've been feeling icky today so I decided to make fluffy, SFW headcanons for each boy and how they'd spend Valentine's Day with you (❁´◡`❁)

Maybe it's just my feed LMAO but I don't see enough fluff, or stuff catered to aces. Sometimes domesticity is better than smut.

Xavier - "You rest, I'll be by your side. Always."

🟣Would create a little nest in either of your apartments. Blankets draped over furniture, tons of pillows and plushies inside, fairy lights strung around providing soft lighting. 🟣He'd have a pile of movies, older romance ones that neither of you have seen before, ready and waiting for your first pick 🟣Bought all your favorite snacks and beverages 🟣Holds you close and strokes your hair or your arm, whatever he can trail his fingers over in gentle comforting strokes. 🟣Mostly watches your reactions during the movies, seeing what makes you light up and what you find too cheesy. 🟣Both of you would probably fall asleep, tangled together in the warm little fort he provided.

Zayne - "... You were the one who protected me in my dream."

🔹He prefers it when it's just you two, so he'd make your favorite meal at his house. 🔹Candles, your favorite flowers in a vase if you don't like roses, soft music. 🔹No wine or alcohol because he wants both of you to enjoy each other without the added effects of alcohol. 🔹Active listener while you talk over dinner, his attention is 100% on you. 🔹Fine with cuddling on the couch after dinner, watching your favorite movie or show. Seems to get invested in the media as well, giving you two something to gossip about during breaks. 🔹Orders a delicious dessert for both of you to share, teasing you by smearing a bit of chocolate on the tip of your nose. 🔹Ending the night cuddling on the couch again, his arms around you as he softly reads from a poetry book, the prose saying everything he struggles to.

Rafayel - "Our bond has existed for years."

🩷Sushi date? Sushi date. 🩷Walking barefoot on a private beach at sunset, holding your hand and listening to you chatter about anything and everything. He's attentive and focused on you. 🩷Still playful of course, so he'll tease you once in a while. Probably get into a splash fight near the water's edge. Laughing and chasing each other in the sand. Lifting you up and spinning you around until you both fall dizzy and breathless on the sand. 🩷Laying on the sand and watching the stars in the sky come out, his fire and warmth keeping both of you from freezing. 🩷Back in his studio and dressed in warmer pajamas, silly romcoms playing in the background as you two do that couples painting each other activity. 🩷Giggling at each other's depiction of the other. He paints a flower on your shoulder and you paint a little heart on his cheek. 🩷When it's late, you both cuddle in his bed as he sings your favorite Lemurian lullaby.

Sylus - "Who could ever do anything to me except you?"

⭕If you're into the whole lavish wining and dining, he'd 100% do it for you. Flowers, dressing to impress, dancing, all of it. ⭕Otherwise, he'd prepare one of your favorite meals or order take out for a night in. ⭕Both of you on the floor on some comfy blankets in front of the fireplace. A nice little in home picnic, your favorite records playing in the background. ⭕Playing board games or card games, whichever you prefer. Enjoying each other's company. ⭕Dancing in your socks and comfy clothes around the living room, giggling every time he spins you or dips you. ⭕Hide and seek with Mephisto because of course. ⭕Carrying you up to the bedroom and whispering how sweet you were today. ⭕Holding you in his arms as you sleep, humming softly the way he knows relaxes you.

Caleb - "No matter what happens, I'll always be the first person you can share things with."

🟧100% already had everything prepared for when you came. 🟧All your favorite dishes made. 🟧Also bought your favorite candy/chocolate like he did every year before. 🟧Both of you wearing matching sweaters because you're adorably dorky like that. 🟧Recreating pictures from when you were younger. 🟧Nerf gun fight? Nerf gun fight. 🟧Will pull you into his lap as you cuddle on his bed and watch movies. Both of you wearing face masks because he does everything with you. 🟧Will give you a massage if you need it, otherwise happy to just cuddle and fall asleep with you in his arms.

I hope I did them justice! uwu I might do a HC thing for disabled/chronically ill peeps like myself as well. All the comfort (❁´◡`❁) Which date night would you prefer out of the above? :3

[spicyspiders]

do you write for squidgame?

(I am a bit too neurodivergent and I will forget this if I don’t say it immediately so ima just request here and then you just say no if you don’t actually write for it)

thanos and his ex boyfriend both get into squid game and thanos one night comes up to his bed and gags him to keep him quiet while fucking him while everyone else is asleep (dub-con, there was already A LOT of tension)

I ended up changing this kind of a lot. There isn't any dub con and it's instead more angsty. I hope you still like it.

You didn’t know what surprised you more: the fact that you managed to fall asleep, or waking up to the feel of an arm wrapping around your waist.

“It’s me,” the voice behind you whispered into your ear, their other hand covering your mouth, “it’s me,” it repeated. The arm tightened around your body, holding you down as you tried to thrash out of its grip

It took a few seconds for your brain to finally register who the voice belonged to. Though, once it caught up, you had to keep yourself from sending your elbow back into his ribs.

“Missed you,” Thanos said, his lips pressed to the back of your neck. There was a hint of something in his voice. What it was, you couldn’t pinpoint, but the irrational, tired, and terrified part of your brain thought it might be longing. “You miss me?” Thanos asked.

And yeah, there’s what it was. It being arousal. Making itself known, Thanos pressed his hips forward, grinding the bulge of his cock into the small of your back. 

It seemed that tonight would be full of surprises, notably when you felt your body respond to his. You had thought that tonight would be like the others and full of tossing and turning in your bed while trying to to focus on the sound of the other players that surrounded you, not whatever this was.

You were stupid to think this would be easy. The games, yes, but especially when you quickly noticed that Thanos was also competing in them. You had heard rumors that players would be able to earn as much as they could and then leave, giving you hope that you would be the next lucky group in this year’s games that was able to go. 

It only took moments into the first game for your fear to set in. You tried to ignore the way it started when Player 456 started yelling. You thought he was just a crazy old man, but your heart knew otherwise. You never wanted to feel the sensation of blood splattering on your face again, but you weren’t sure with how the games were going that you had a choice. 

When given the choice, you quickly followed his lead and chose to end the games. Even if they switched the rules and you weren’t going to be paid, you would wear your red badge with pride knowing that you even survived. And if you came to regret it later, so fucking be it, at least you would be alive to do so. 

The first time you sided with the players that wanted to end the game, Thanos looked disappointed, but he hid it behind a smile. He shook his head at you when you turned back around, making you roll your eyes. You spent the rest of the voting period running your fingers along the palm that pressed the button, trying to ignore Thanos’ gaze.

You looked up at him once it was his turn, already knowing what he would choose. It was stupid, but there was a smart part of you that hoped he would prove you wrong. He stared daggers into your eyes on the way back to the little group he’s made, a smirk resting on his lips. He made friends easily, something that you couldn’t help but admire about him. Though, you weren’t really sure if the people beside him were his friends. They stared at you too, something that no doubt Thanos put them up to. 

You just hoped they weren’t watching now. 

“Can’t believe you’re here,” Thanos breathed, his lips moving against the back of your neck. His hands moved to your waist to get you in a better grip, making it so that his cock rested in the cleft of your ass. “Fuckin’ missed you,” he said, grinding forward. 

“So you’ve said,” you angrily whispered. You weren’t sure who you were mad at. Thanos or your treacherous body.

You could feel Thanos’ sharp grin before he responded, “don’t be like that, baby,” he said, his teeth nipping at the side of your neck. He sucked at the skin while one of his hands went to cover your mouth again, already knowing he’d need to muffle your moans as he played with the sensitive skin. It was in the perfect spot making it easy to hide with the color of your tracksuit, you had to give Thanos props. “After all,” he panted into the new mark on your neck, “you were never a good liar,” he whispered, his hand making its way to the bulge that tented your pants. 

You wrapped a hand around his wrist to yank his hand free from your face, “you’re fucking crazy,” you whispered, biting your lip to keep from groaning with the heel of his palm pressed down into your cock.

“Crazy for you,” Thanos giggled. You wished he could see how hard it made you roll your eyes. 

You counted down in your brain, knowing that what you were about to do was rash, and probably would be loud. Here goes nothing, you thought as you rolled back, flipping Thanos over, “are you high,” you asked, straddling the man. You ignored the way the bed creaked as your knees dug into the bed on either side of Thanos’ hips, you instead focused on the way his eyes glittered mischievously, even in the darkness. 

“Nah,” Thanos said, his hand on the back of your neck. You could feel the cool metal of the rings he wore on your skin as he pulled you down into a kiss. It was softer than you expected, but that’s how it always started, “wanted to be sober for this.”

You hated how the words sent a warmth rushing through your body, especially knowing that in the long run, this probably wasn’t going to end well for one, or both of you. 

“You’re going to get us caught,” you said, Thanos’ lips chasing yours. You gasped into the kiss when his fingers went to your ass, his hands roughly kneading skin through fabric. 

“There’s no rule– ah,” Thanos’ words fell off into a moan when you rolled your hips down, “fucking in here.”

“They told you that?” You asked, nipping at Thanos’ lip.

“Just a guess,” Thanos smirked up at you. His hands snuck under the back of your pants and underwear, his warm hands now directly on you. 

“Fucking idiot,” you hissed, placing a hand over his mouth, “you never fucking think,” you say, punctuating each word with a grind of your hips. It’s been months since things ended and you remembered like it was yesterday exactly why it ended. He could be stupid, impulsive, and was never one to think things through, which was exactly why you ended it months ago. 

Maybe you were bound by some force to end up like this. After all, it was a hell of a coincidence that the same YouTuber that Thanos listened to that got him involved in what ended up being millions of dollars in debt, was also here with you. 

In fact, the first time Thanos saw that you were here was after he confronted Player 333. Even in a life or death situation, you still couldn’t get away. Maybe it was time to just give in.

Thanos let out a breathy laugh in between bitten off sounds of pleasure, “you know me,” his hands tightening to the point you knew it was going to leave a bruise. 

“Unfortunately,” you responded, rolling over onto your side. 

Moments later, Thanos joined you in a similar position, both of your pants and underwear down just enough to get your cocks together. 

“Baby,” Thanos said, his hips jerking forward. You shut him up a second later by using his shirt as a gag. The gag made it easy to ignore his voice, but did little to stop the gears in your brain from turning. 

As you felt your orgasm build, you wished things were different. Like the pressure that you could feel building at the base of your cock, you could feel a pressure behind your eyes. You slammed your eyes shut, hoping that if you closed your eyes, that would somehow quiet your thoughts. 

The pressure behind your eyes became a burn. You desperately wished things were different and that you were back home, away from all of this. You wrapped your arm around Thanos’ hips to bring your bodies closer, close enough that you could hide your face in the crook of his neck. 

Your tears fell as your orgasm hit you with a force that stole the breath from your lungs. You bit your lip hard enough that blood spilled down your chin, mixing with the tears that ran from your eyes. 

Trying to get yourself back under control, you barely seemed to register when Thanos’ body seized up as he too came undone. He stroked your cocks together in his ringed fingers, and even when it had gotten to the point of overstimulation, you didn’t dare move. You instead moved closer, hoping that somehow he was able to read your mind. 

Thanos’ breathing grew louder, but it was only because he pulled his shirt out of his mouth. He grabbed a thin corner of the sheets where it had been ruffled out of place from your movements to wipe you both down, his hands gliding over the sweaty skin on display. 

Your tears had dried once he had you both tucked away in your pants, though, the blood was still here. 

Thanos leaned forward to press his lips to yours softly, like he was literally trying to kiss your lip better. You responded to the kiss, even if it felt weird. You’d never had such a soft kiss mixed with blood and tears. 

“You should probably go back to your bed,” you murmured against his mouth, though your hands betrayed your words as you pulled him closer. 

“Kickin’ me out?” Thanos asked with a smile. He pulled away momentarily to grab the blanket, “I’m not letting you go again,” he said as he wrapped himself around you in a familiar embrace. 

[lilacxquartz]

jjk x reader: their love language 💓

scenario: how they would show you they love you — included: satoru gojo, choso kamo, kento nanami & shoko ieiri — themes: fluff, romance, established relationships, slightly suggestive content — w.c: under 400 words each • masterlist • on ao3

a/n: valentines weekend! so, today is jjk themed 🫶

Satoru Gojo: [Touch]

For a man with a schedule as hectic and overwhelming as his own, Satoru always, no matter what, made some extra time for you. He could be at the verge of collapse with his eyelids drooping shut, but he’d always—without fail—find a way to keep you involved.

For the better part, the bulk of his perverted little teasing texts were largely all talk—not because he enjoyed leaving you hanging—but due to being physically spent by the end of the day. When it could happen though? What a bonus that was—what an absolute treat.

He’d otherwise wrap his arms right around you, holding onto you so very tight; his lips pressing against the crook of your neck, refusing to part. Satoru would pull you close to him, reeling your back against his chest, caging you in however he could.

Sometimes, you’d fall asleep just like this, with you being his place of comfort. His safe space, but, should he have enough stamina for the day, then he’d make you both feel good.

Satoru, after all, if he could get his hands on you—all around you—would not be able to stop at just a simple touch. His affection would linger and seek to mingle with any sort of potential pleasure because you were just that perfect in his eyes.

But again, it wasn’t the only thing.

Above the heat that he felt for you, he was also just content with the warmth you provided, whatever form that took place in.

~~~

Choso Kamo: [Quality Time]

Choso, who was still very new to embracing humanity, was even more inexperienced when it came to the concept of romantic relationships. All he had ever known before was a platonic and protective sort of love, which by the way—did carry onto you for the most part—but then he started to love you differently.

For a while, any sort of physical touch, however, was overwhelming for him and he proposed the compromise of taking it slowly with you out of a deep-rooted fear of accidentally hurting you. You’d instead sit with each other in the same space, just quietly attending to your own things, getting used to each other’s company.

After a while, too, he began to get more comfortable with you and he’d hold onto your hand tighter, or the hugs he gave would linger. Despite this, he never once rushed you, letting anything physical beyond that reach fall into place naturally.

Organically.

In short, he simply just loved you by being with you.

It was all he ever wanted and craved.

~~~

Kento Nanami: Communication

Kento was a surprisingly nervous man outside of his cool work demeanour. You and him were both sorcerers who both worked in a dangerous profession, so he developed an anxious habit of fussing and worrying about you over the years.

As such, Kento developed an almost compulsive need with needing to know what you were doing, no matter how mundane. At first, he thought that he was overbearing, but to his surprise and comfort, you informed him that you didn’t even mind! What joy! Ever since then, he was an always lurking, constant presence in your life.

Every morning, if you had different missions, he’d ask you for a good morning selfie, or if you were making breakfast, he wanted the partial process and the end result. Even when you were doing your skincare or just reading a book, he always wanted to know what it was that his perfect wife was up to.

Beyond that, he loved listening to you talk.

Should you share the bed on a rare night together, then he could spend hours listening to you ramble away.

He’d be disappointed when you stopped, of course, but then he’d get to hold you throughout the night when you were all talked out.

And safe in his arms.

~~~

Shoko Ieiri: Acts of Service

Admittedly, Shoko became a sorcerer for monetary reasons. There was nothing quite like the salary of a sorcerer and she was in extreme demand with her reverse cursed technique. Throughout the years however, even despite her pricy habits, she never really had a chance to spoil herself.

So, when you came along, it was the first thing that she did. Right away, she knew that she wanted to spoil the hell out of you.

This wouldn’t be just limited to just money, though, oh no, no. She would massage you, daily, after missions and cook you dinner if she had the energy. She’d spend ages just holding you, running lazy circles along your skin (and at times, between your thighs and even further than that).

What came to her as the biggest surprise, however, was when you started matching her in that same way. Suddenly, she was the spoiled one with flowers showing up in the med bay for her, or her lunch being packed or paid for. She’d often find a hot bath waiting for her when she got home or sometimes you’d treat her to a spa night, taking care of her skincare for when she was too tired to do so.

It was little things like that that helped her feel so important and of course, she knew you felt the same way.

The two of you were in fact, perfect for each other from the very start.

[nani-nonny]

Prisoner of Fear : Part 4

Masterpost | Part 3

You chose: Take Home

Enjoy!

Lee finally looks over his shoulder at the younger, tempted by the silence to see what the teens thinks of what he said. Sure, the most he’ll get in response is from the teen’s body language, but its better than nothing. Though, what he sees is nothing short of… peculiar.

He sees the teen has fallen asleep. But the worst part is seeing the poor teen shiver from the cold that the night brought in. And the sight… it triggers the protective part of Lee’s brain.

Lee’s slow when he raises his head from the ground, painfully straining his core from the slowest sit-up in the world. But it’s worth it in the end when he sees his pain didn’t awaken the teen.

He’s cautious when he clears his throat, raising his arms in surrender immediately. When he doesn’t get a response, he lowers to the ground on all fours and whispers, “Hey, champ… You can’t sleep out here in the cold so… don’t get mad, alright? I’m doing this for you.”

Lee waits for any kind of response, tension building in his legs and arms from remaining so still on his hands and knees for so long. He stays like that until he’s sure the teen is deep asleep and carefully scoops the teen into his arms. He pulls the teen close to his torso, holding the younger like an infant with how cautious he is. He gently pries the sword from the younger’s hand and opens a portal directly into the lair.

But this posed to be a problem.

He hadn’t realized it when he first made the portal upon their first interaction. He hadn’t known this would happen. It’s wild to think about, mind-boggling to think this would be possible.

How was he supposed to know that their powers were linked?

And how was he supposed to know that opening a portal would awaken the teen?

Lee was barely able to close the portal when the teen swatted at his face like a wild animal. His counterpart releases an inhuman screech, all teeth and beastly that promises serious injury. Long nails dig into his cheek and into his collarbone, deep enough to draw blood.

The teen pushes himself out of Lee’s arms, falling to the floor without grace and scurries away. He lunges for the nearest hiding spot, which happens to be within the gaps of the kitchen, between the countertops and ice chests of food.

Lee ignores the blood pouring from his collarbone and cheek, preferring to hold tightly to the sword than to hold down his wounds. The only thing keeping his counterpart from running away so easily is the very sword in his hand. He’s not going to let go just yet.

“Wait, Champ, wait,” Lee tries to catch the younger’s attention as he raises his hands in surrender. This notion isn’t well received with the sword in his hand, as it elicits a newfound panic from the counterpart who tries to scurry deeper within the recesses of the kitchen’s darkness.

Lee sheaths the sword into his belt and raises his hand in surrender again. He can feel the adrenaline rushing toward his wounds, numbing the pain temporarily. “It’s okay, bud, I promise not to hurt you. Okay? Look, I’ll even show you a better place to hide. It’ll be quiet, it’ll be safe, and you won’t have to see me all the time.”

Lee backs away slightly, keeping an eye on the younger as he does. He keeps backing up until he reaches the first floor’s bathroom and throws open the doors immediately. He walks in to place the sword on the floor then walks out with his arms raised in surrender again.

“There. No funny shit. Just… please. Don’t run again. The room is all yours. No one there but you,” Lee offers, ignoring the blood that drips onto the cement floor.

His counterpart is cautious, staring intently with a glare that could kill. The teen looks like he would actually kill Lee if he could at the moment. And it… it hurts Lee. It hurts more than the wounds that he knows will be a pain when the adrenaline wears off. Because he knows that look.

He messed up. He messed up badly. He shouldn’t have done that. He should’ve stayed there with the teen or something. Anything that didn’t get that look in Leo’s eyes.

And if he wants to fix it, even just the smallest nail in this broken attempt at helping his counterpart. He needs to show that he’s not a threat. So he sits down and turns his back on the teen. He keeps his hands raised–to show he still doesn’t intend to do anything else. He hopes this will at least keep his younger self out of the cold.

Then he waits. He waits and he waits. He waits even as his arms begin to sting from being raised for so long, once again. And he continues to wait, even when his body sways from the amount of blood he has lost paired with the fading adrenaline.

But when he finally hears the sound of the younger getting up from his hiding spot, his heart picks up with anticipation.

There’s a chance that the teen goes for the kill. It’s something he would have done. He’s in a vulnerable position, especially as someone who pissed off the opposer. He could very well die in this very moment. But he clings to that miniscule of hope. The hope that they grew close on the tower, that the teen who fell asleep within his vicinity would deem him worthy of his life. Not that he’d willingly give it up for the teen. He fought hard for this life, he won’t give it up willy-nilly because his past self held a grudge.

Thankfully, though, he doesn’t have to fight for his life. He doesn’t have to knock out his counterpart and ruin their already messed-up relationship.

He hears his counterpart scurry past him and into the bathroom. He hears the sound of the blade scraping against the bathroom tile but the teen doesn’t come closer. Instead, he hears the sound of squeaking in the bathtub, then silence.

And when Lee takes a quick glance into the bathroom, he sees his counterpart sitting in the bathtub, holding tightly to his sword.

The sight relieves Lee immediately. The tension in his arms releases like a dam breaking and his body collapses back on the ground. He doesn’t care that he lays back in a small puddle of his own blood, and he doesn’t care that he badly wants to take a nap. But the movement makes the teen flinch in the bathtub, making the sword scrape the makeshift tub made from a broken drain and plastic swimming pool.

Lee sighs with relief and asks, “You’d like it better if the door was closed, right?”

He doesn’t wait for a response as he lethargically lifts a leg to shut the door and lets his limb fall back on the ground with a thud. It’s best if they stay clear of the door for a while, and he’ll have to be the in-between for the family and his counterpart. It’ll be way too dangerous at this point to keep the others in close contact, especially considering that he was currently the closes to the teen and this is how he is left after a singular interaction. He keeps making mental notes of how life will be for his family’s counterparts and how he has to explain what has happened in his counterpart’s absence. Worst of all, he feels the phone buzz in his belt pockets. He sighs again when he realizes the job isn’t close to done and pulls out Mikey’s phone.

He quickly texts the teens, the ones in particular who have their phones, a brief, “Found him,” then finally holds his hands against his wounds. Hopefully, they’ll come home faster than he bleeds out.

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Hiii!!! I recently found your blog and I LOVE your writing, I was wondering if you could do regressor nam-gyu and caregiver Thanos.

Where nam-gyu regressed while he was at work, but Thanos who was performing there saw and comforted him!

It would be awesome if you could, take your time!

Regressor! Nam-gyu w/ Caregiver! Thanos

Summary: Nam-gyu is tired and stressed at work, which leads to him regressing. Thanos notices during his show, and comforts him once his performance is over.

Contains: Age regression, small mentions of a bar, small mention/implication of alcohol, crying, pacifiers, cuddling.

Not proofread.

Nam-gyu always loved when Thanos would perform at Club Pentagon and enjoyed watching his performance, but tonight he wasn’t paying any attention to what was happening on stage. Nam-gyu felt so exhausted and his mind felt very fuzzy. He knew he was regressing, and fast too, but there was nothing he could do about it right now. He couldn’t just run over to Thanos and tell him what was happening while he was performing, he had to just wait for him to be.

For a few minutes now, Nam-gyu had been sitting on one of the stools at the bar. He had his head down and was listening to Thanos perform his last song of the night. Though, listening to Thanos sing and rap, only made him miss and want him more. Nam-gyu just wanted to be held by Thanos until he fell asleep in his arms. He could feel tears slowly forming in his eyes, becoming upset over the fact that Thanos wasn’t with him at this very second.

While Thanos was performing, he kept his eyes locked on Nam-gyu as soon as he noticed him at the bar. He couldn’t tell what exactly was wrong, but he was thinking that Nam-gyu might’ve had too much to drink and now felt sick. Whatever it was, Thanos couldn’t help but be a bit worried about him.

Once the song was over, Thanos got off the stage and went over to Nam-gyu. He sat at the bar and on the stool beside him and placed his hand on his shoulder, rubbing it gently with his thumb.

“You weren’t watching me perform like you always do? Was I not as good as I usually am?” Thanos joked, but he only got a small whine in response as Nam-gyu slowly lifted up his head. Thanos’s smile dropped when he noticed Nam-gyu’s teary eyes and sad expression.

“Hey, what’s going on? Why are you crying?” Thanos questioned while being to slowly move his hand towards Nam-gyu’s face and wiped away his tears. Nam-gyu attempted to speak, but all he managed to get out was small, incoherent mutters and whines. Because of this, Nam-gyu began to cry out of frustration, due to not being able to properly communicate with Thanos.

“It’s okay, buddy. Calm down.” Thanos stood up and hugged Nam-gyu while rubbing his back a little. “Your shift is over right? If not, I can tell your boss you’re not feeling well and you need to go home.” Thanos spoke to him. Nam-gyu nodded slightly, his face hidden in Thanos’s shirt.

“Yeah your shift is over?” Nam-gyu nodded once more. “Alright good, let’s get you home then. You shouldn’t be here when you’re so little.” Thanos said. Nam-gyu sniffled and looked up at Thanos with his teary eyes. Thanos gave him a comforting smile while running his fingers through his hair.

“You’re alright, baby. I’m going to get you home and take care of you. I know you’re tired and stressed.” Thanos told Nam-gyu while helping him stand up. Nam-gyu whined softly when Thanos pulled him up to his feet. “Hold my hand, buddy. I got you.” Nam-gyu did as Thanos said and held a very tight grip onto his hand.

Thanos slowly walked with Nam-gyu out of the club and to the car. He would’ve rushed out with Nam-gyu, but due to him being so little, Nam-gyu had a hard time keeping his balance and kept stumbling. So, Thanos walked with him at a slow pace, in order to keep Nam-gyu from falling and possibly getting hurt.

Thanos smiled at Nam-gyu as he buckled him into the car. Nam-gyu quietly stared at him with a sleepy expression. Once he got the seatbelt over Nam-gyu, Thanos closed the passenger side door and went over to the driver’s side. Though, while he did that, Nam-gyu immediately started to whimper as his lip quivered and his eyes quickly became teary again.

He was in such a small headspace that he couldn’t understand where Thanos had gone to and why he had left. All he knew was that he didn’t want to be alone and he only wanted Thanos. It only took a few seconds for Thanos to get in the car, but when he did, he saw Nam-gyu crying while covering his face with his hands.

“Oh, what happened, baby? I was only gone for a couple seconds..” Thanos frowned. Nam-gyu hiccuped a few times, before he wiped the tears from his face and looked over at Thanos. He grabbed onto his shirt, sniffling as he stared down at his lap.

The car ride home was quiet. Thanos did try to talk to Nam-gyu a couple times, but he never got a response. Nam-gyu was too little to be able to properly talk to Thanos, and he also just felt too sleepy to make any sort of noises. Though, Thanos understood. He knew Nam-gyu was sleepy and needed to get home.

Once they arrived home, Thanos was quick to get Nam-gyu out of the car and carried him into the house and to the bedroom. While Thanos carried him, Nam-gyu clung to him tightly as small, sleepy whines left him. When they got to the bedroom, Thanos laid Nam-gyu down on the bed, causing the man to immediately start whimpering as he reached for him.

“I’ll pick you up in a moment. I’m just going to change you into your pajamas, okay?” Thanos told him, before going over to the closet. As he got the pajamas, all Thanos could hear was Nam-gyu’s little cries and whines, obviously wanting Thanos back. Thanos rushed to get his pajamas, as well as grabbing his blanket, a pacifier, and a pacifier clip.

“You’re okay, baby. I’m right here.” Thanos said to him while beginning to help him change out of his work clothes. Thanos had a bit of trouble with getting Nam-gyu dressed, since Nam-gyu kept trying to grab and hold onto his hands for comfort, but Thanos did eventually manage to get him dressed. Once he did, he clipped the pacifier to Nam-gyu’s shirt, so he wouldn’t lose it, then put it in his mouth and gave him his blanket.

“Come here, little man.” Thanos spoke softly as he picked up Nam-gyu and held him in his arms. Nam-gyu laid his head down on Thanos’s shoulder and closed his eyes. Thanos carried him over to the rocking chair they had and sat down, slowly rocking Nam-gyu to sleep.

Thanos hummed to Nam-gyu and played with his hair, only making him even sleepier. It didn’t take long at all for Nam-gyu to fall asleep. Thanos smiled when he knew Nam-gyu had fallen asleep, due to hearing his quiet, little snores as well as feeling a tiny wet patch on his shoulder, from Nam-gyu drooling in his sleep. Thanos turned to Nam-gyu and gave him a small kiss on his head, before whispering to him.

“Goodnight, baby boy.”

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Hi! May I request dexter domestic hcs? + him having a partner who is a cat person? Thank you in advance!

Domestic life with Dexter would include...

a/n: I'm also going to do Dexter with a partner whose a cat person straight after this, because I love it!

Dexter needs a domestic life as a cover up. The first and most important of rule of Harry's code is to not get caught. No better way to do that than to establish a life, making you seem caring and kind.

But he also needs you, for you. He needs a rock in his life, to focus himself when his dark passenger wants to take over. Coming home after a crap day, and seeing you in the kitchen, cooking some steaks, makes him feel like it was all worth it.

Not that there isn't tension, you aren't aware of his double life. The late nights, absent days, the obsessing over something you aren't aware of.

Then you'd come home from your job or errands, and see he's made you dinner, with flowers and everything. He'd apologise for not been there. Wrap his around you, and kisses you, sweetly.

General domestic tasks are pretty easy between the two of you. He's very clean - almost to a fault. So, he's not very hard to get along with.

Mornings - You'll wake up with his arm around you, most people let go of their partners once they fall asleep, but not Dexter, he holds on - it's sometimes a little annoying given the heat in Miami. When he'd wake up, you'd turn over and look at him, waiting for him to say something. But he'd just look at you, gently stroking your cheek. Neither of you would want to leave but as always work gets in the way.

Evenings - On a typical night, you'd have beers, pizza or steak, and watch a movie, cuddled up on the couch. Dexter would let you pick it, and always make fun of your choices, they're either too sappy or pointless. Seeing you get annoyed, trying to defend it, he'd love it - the way your eyebrows tense or the way you wildly gesture to make a point.

Nighttime - In bed, you'd start by laying on his chest, his arms draped lazily around you. Periodically, he would kiss you on the forehead. His heartbeat lulls you to sleep and the day starts all over again.

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Pathetic | Toji Fushiguro x Reader |

A/N: This is a stand alone fic but in my mind it coincides with my previous fic Deserve. It is the same reader, though in my timeline this fic occurred first. I don't knowww if I'm quite feeling making a whole series but open to suggestions.

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If there was any doubt, you are positively sure now. You hate yourself. That is the only explanation for why you would possibly be cuddled underneath Toji at 3am. The only explanation-

You’re an idiot. And you hate yourself. You’re an idiot who hates yourself. Who must enjoy the pain this man inevitably inflicts on you.

You watch as he sleeps peacefully, ignorant to the woes that plague your heart. This isn’t the closure you were looking for when you came here. One last time. That was all it was supposed to be. A goodbye. Not a wake for the future the two of you could’ve had.

As if sensing your unease in his sleep, Toji tightens the hold he has on you, bending down to lazily place a kiss on your forehead before falling back asleep. The gesture is a loaded gun, shooting the final bullet of reason in you.

This man would never really love you.

Trying to stifle your tears makes your chest burn as if you're choking. You couldn’t stay here. Can’t wake up the next morning and pretend he isn’t the same man from a month ago.

The man who made you beg for his attention. The man who couldn’t be bothered with your presence before the sun came up. He is still the same man using you for access to your body.

You slink from the slip of the hunters grasp,with the reassurance you were going to the restroom. In one swoop you snatch your clothes and hurry off. The embarrassed scurry you do to get your clothes on is motivation enough to get out the door as quickly as possible.

You don’t bother to wake Toji, in fear he may question your decision to leave in the middle of the night. The last thing you needed was an interrogation. At least that’s what you hoped- Fushiguro is already three steps behind you struggling to put a t- shirt on as he follows you out to the complex’s garage.

“Y/n.” He calls out, but you do not stop. He calls your name again, this time clamping his hand around your wrist impeding your escape. “Why are you leaving? You know you don’t have to leave.”

“Yeah, I should Toji. I'm just going to go.” It is easy to feign certainess when your back is to the man. When he can’t see the tears threatening to stream down your cheeks or the disappointment in your eyes.

“C’mon doll, its cold out here-” He tugs on your arms, urging you to follow. “let's talk in the morning.”

When you don’t move his brows furrow in a scrunch and he's on your side in minutes, peering over your shoulder to get a glimpse of your face.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He demands.

You can’t help the cackle that leaves your mouth. “What's wrong?” There isn’t a single thing “right” about the relationship- or lack thereof- the two of you have.

He ignores you for weeks at a time, busy on these supposed work trips while you wait around like a lost puppy until he comes back to stick his dick in you.

Pocket pussy.

That was all you were to him. All you are ever going to be.

Stupid. Stupid. Dumb. stupid. Bitch. You shuffle your feet to finally walk away, embarrassment beginning to settle its way on your cheeks. You make a half-hearted attempt to tug your arm free in hopes Toji will be so willing. He is not.

“This was a bad idea.” You reiterate

Tears are falling the moment the words leave your mouth.You fight hard not to let your voice tremble, to show all the pain bubbling in your chest. This absolute burning, suffocating, aching pain. Fueled by the scorched memories stifling your thoughts.

“Y/n please-.” He utters your name as though it’s his mantra. Like he actually cares for you. Like this isn’t more performative bullshit to have you second guessing yourself in bed tonight.

No. He wouldn’t get you this time.

This time you won’t be so naive. Won’t trust the distress in the twitch of his brow, or how desperate his eyes look. Ignore how broken his voice sounds.

None of it mattered. You are done playing the fool.

“You treat me bad Toji! You make me beg for your attention, for a version of you, hell- I don’t even think exists anymore but still-” Your voice catches in your throat. As though creating an interruption to allow your brain opportunity to catch up to your tongue. But It is too late-

“Still I’m standing here.. Not feeling good enough for you. How pathetic am I?”

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OOOHH my god I love this. The paranoia about silence? Listening for Brother's footsteps? The irrational, itching feeling that Brother is going to catch him. Whether that's escaping the tower or him being in an entirely different body... if it's Brother, maybe he can. Because it's Brother- maybe it's only a matter of when. It's GENIUS!!

We can go even further too- what if we give him a fear of heights? He isn't afraid of falling- he's afraid of not being able to get down. Of being trapped again. He could be nowhere near the edge and with open air all around him, but he'll still get claustrophobic. People wonder if it's irrational, or if he learned it from somewhere.

I also believe that Brother will definitely give him a good scare at some point. He asks for something like a knife- a knife that could cut hair, Brother thinks- and Brother grabs Cale's face and tells him that he's going to sever the tendons in Cale's ankles and cut open his heels if he asks for one more thing. Cale doesn't ask again. He can't seem to fall asleep that night, and Brother's voice is loud as it continually repeats in his mind.

I actually disagree that Cale would be particularly against Park Jin Tae! Though it could go either way because trauma isn't rational in the first place. For Park Jin Tae, he doesn't try to emotionally manipulate Kim Rok Soo, for one. He beats him up when he's out of line- but Brother never beat Cale. He did worse, sometimes. Cale would hate him, for sure, but Cale prefers biting words and fists to tenderness. Because tenderness is like Brother. Sweet as honeyed milk until it sours and curdles, leaving you so sick that you can't help but vomit then keep it inside, heaving even when it's all gone because it makes you sick.

Him being more familiar with KRS's world than his own is so sad- my heart- but you're right. Cale would sleep constantly, day and night. If he wasn't sleeping, he was distracting himself with books. He didn't care about the lights outside the window- he cared about KRS, who told him to hurry and come back so they could watch the firework show in his world together.

I actually had that thought about Cale's body being weak when I was making this idea!! Once they make the switch- in one way or the other- krs is weak. Especially with all the extra hair he has now. At first people see him as that classy, languid young master, who must be very well off to be so relaxed, but his friends start to get close and see that he's just exhausted. The first meeting with Choi Han is when krs is trying to lower himself down and can't hold onto his own hair. Choi Han... probably catches him. And catches all his hair with his face, too.

Your ideas are fucking AWESOME and thank you for sharing

Rapunzel AU!

Cale has been inside of the tower for his entire life. His hair is long, much longer than his brother's. His brother doesn't have a name. Cale knows they're brothers though- because they both have red hair, even if Brother has short hair and Cale does not.

Ever since Cale was 12, he'd been dreaming of a different world. He went to sleep and woke up as someone named Kim Roksu. This Kim Roksu was not in a similar situation as he was- Kim Roksu wandered the streets and ate food from the floor and hid in the small cabinet in his uncle's house. Kim Roksu was weak and strong.

Kim Roksu is a friend to Cale. When Cale wants to see the outside, he sleeps, and he dreams.

Kim Roksu figured out how to communicate with Cale after several years of simple body swapping.

Somehow, they are similar! They both agree that being trash is the best. Kim Roksu because it's easier being a bad person than a good person, and Cale because Brother won't let him be trashy and he wishes he could throw a fit without Brother punishing him.

"Your brother keeps you in a tower?" Roksu asks when he learns.

"Yeah. Is that weird?"

"Well, I don't know anyone who stays in a tower." Cale kicks a rock on the sidewalk with his barefoot, sending it skidding across the dirt road. "Ow, my toe." Roksu complains blandly.

Sharing a body, they also share the same sensations.

"You barely felt that and you know it."

"Shut up."

"You shut up." Cale retorts. He wants to say more, but he swallows those words and tucks them into his chest.

'The bruise over your eye hurts more but you don't complain about that.'

He bites his lip and looks down.

"Do you think," he asks quietly, "if I asked Brother to let me out, he would?"

Roksu, disembodied and floating over his body, frowns. "You haven't asked before?"

Cale smiles bitterly in Roksu's body. "... I did, once." After, Brother said he was going to be leaving for two weeks, and told Cale to ration his food well. Cale knew better than to think it was a coincidence. He didn't have Roksu yet. It was very lonely for a long time.

Roksu doesn't say anything.

"If," his voice trembles, "If I got out. If I left..."

"Cale." Roksu stops him. Cale winces, expecting to be reprimanded.

"You are trash. Trash does whatever they want, no matter what anyone says. If you want to leave, then leave." Roksu's translucent body floats over to stand in front of Cale. Sternly, he says, "Don't worry about useless things. Worry about making a plan and executing it."

Then, abruptly, Roksu turns and ignores him. Cale laughs and folds in half, a childish grin splitting his malnourished cheeks. How can someone be so blunt but so shy? Kim Roksu frowns, but it looks like a pout. Cale rubs away a tear and looks up at the back of his friend. No, the person who sometimes feels more like a brother to him than his real brother.

"And will you help me?"

Roksu rolls his eyes. "Don't ask something so obvious."

Cale smiles and looks down. "Right. Obvious, isn't it?"

Something like receiving help wasn't obvious to either of them. Yet, when it came to the two of them together, it was the most obvious thing in the world. It wasn't obvious with Brother, who he shared blood with. But Kim Roksu, who was abused and beaten down at every turn, chose to welcome a wandering soul into his body and share everything with him.

'You're the one who shouldn't want to be here,' Kim Roksu said when they first started talking and Cale asked why he didn't try to force Cale out. 'When you're in control, I can relax. Why would I want you to leave? That's so difficult.'

They learned that Kim Roksu really could force Cale out when his uncle kicked Cale, sending Kim Roksu's body sprawling onto the floor, then stomped on his arm so hard they heard a clear snap. For Cale it only hurt for a short moment. Roksu threw him out so fast you could imagine that he had practiced beforehand.

Every day and night, Cale slept to try and enter Roksu's body, check on him, share the pain, but Roksu kicked him out every time. It wasn't until four weeks later that Roksu let Cale back in.

Even that much pain was a lot for being four weeks after the incident, but while Cale was struggling to keep his cool, Roksu floated around him and spoke as if nothing was wrong. When Cale started sweating a few hours later Roksu kicked him out again.

'Don't be stubborn,' he said when Cale returned the next night. 'Just say that it hurts. If you still want to stay after you admit that it hurts then I won't kick you out.'

It was a very Kim Roksu thing to do.

"Brother," Cale asks one day at 15, impatiently brushing his hair. He gets scolded lightly, and Brother takes the brush from him. "I read in a book about something called a phone. Do you have one?"

Brother gives him a blank look. Then, as if it had been a lie, his expression changes into something kind and gentle. "Fone? Can you show me the book?"

Cale and Brother roughly root around in every book for anything like the so-called 'Fone,' coming up short.

"Maybe it was a dream," Cale excuses it like that, rubbing his neck. Brother looks at him, worried.

"It must have been. Get some rest, Cale." A kiss to the top of Cale's head, Brother hugs him and promises to bring him more paint. "I'll be gone for a few days this time. Do you want something?"

"Ah," Cale smiles, pressing his face into his Brothers neck to hide his face. "Could you bring me -------?" Brother freezes.

"... you-"

"I learned it from the books! This time I really did, Brother. Please?"

Slowly, Brother releases the tension in his body. "... If that's what you want. But you have to close the window if you're going to mess around with alcohol."

"Yes!" Cale jumps with joy. Then he suddenly runs to a bookshelf, changing the topic by talking about a book Brother brought to him last time. "-and I'd like to know if the sequel is out yet."

"I'll do that." Brother smiles. "You've been asking for more things recently, Cale." Brother settles a hand on his head, stroking his hair.

"It's because of my reliable older brother!" He grabs onto that hand, keeping it there, resembling a naive little brother who only has his role model in his eyes.

He sends his brother down the tower using his hair, and watches that spot of red disappear in the distance.

His face drops.

"... Bastard."

Cale turns on his foot. It's time to see Roksu.