#how to fall back asleep? add more stress of course

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couldn’t sleep last night so I started researching doctoral programs as if that would help

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Dad!James Potter x Bsf!Reader ☼ 1486 words

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You promised the girls just one blind date—nothing more, nothing less. At the time, it seemed like a harmless favor. But now, sitting across from your date in a dimly lit restaurant, the air thick with the aroma of their signature dish, the indistinguishable chatter of nearby diners, and the clatter of dinnerware, you’re starting to question that decision.

Connor shrugs, slicing into his steak with casual ease. “I didn’t do too much today. Babysat my nephew since my brother begged me,” he says, his tone indifferent. “But honestly, I hate babysitting his kid.”

“You don’t like kids?” You ask, doing your best to keep your voice neutral. You gingerly push your fork through another piece of pasta, trying to maintain an air of indifference.

He looks up at you, his dark curls nearly black and bouncing with the movement. “Hate ’em,” he says without hesitation.

You can’t help but notice how much he resembles an off-brand version of James, and it frustrates you. His familiar features keep pulling your thoughts back to your best friend instead of your date. At least, that’s the excuse you’ve been clinging to for the past hour.

“Oh.” You say softly, placing the food on your tongue and chewing slowly as you stare down at your plate.

“Do you have a kid or something?” You look up, a pause in your chewing as you find Conner holding his glass and watching you closely like he’s hoping you’ll say no.

Your first instinct is to say yes, and you nearly cringe when you realize your mistake.

You finish chewing and swallow hard. “Uh, no,” you say, shaking your head as you reach for your wine to wash down your feelings. “But my best friend does. Single parent.” You’re not sure why you felt the need to add that last part.

Connor leans back in his chair, nodding slowly. “Well, good for her,” he says. He isn’t sure why you’re telling him this, and frankly, he doesn’t care.

You sit up straighter. “Him,” you correct. Connor raises an eyebrow and not much later, he calls for the check.

James is surprised when he sees your call. He knows you’re supposed to be on a date—Lily mentioned it—and he’s been stress-cleaning his house ever since. Halfway through he gave up and turned a movie on instead.

“Darling?” He answers, “Is everything alright?”

“It could be better,” you say with a laugh that falls short of genuine humor. “I’m not too far from your place. Could I come over? I’m just at the Windmere.”

“Yeah. Let me—” There’s shuffling on the line as James grabs his jacket. “—I’ll meet you.”

You huff, “No. You’ve got Henry asleep upstairs.”

“It’s five minutes.” James protests, heading to the kitchen to grab the baby monitor off the counter.

“Exactly, Jamie. I’ll be there soon. I love you.” You hang up before he can respond, leaving him thoroughly disappointed. He appreciates every chance to tell you he loves you, even if it’s just as friends.

It takes you less than five minutes to get to his house, and James flings open the door before you can even knock, making you giggle.

“You worry so much about me, Potter.” You say with a teasing smile as you push past him and kick off your heels, the click of the shoes hitting the floor echoing in the entryway.

James stands by the door, his gaze following you with a mixture of concern and affection. “Of course I do. How could I not?” He replies, his voice earnest and warm.

You shrug off your jacket, and James’s gaze quickly settles on your tight black dress. The silky fabric clings to your figure and moves fluidly as you shift. James feels like he’s going to pass out from the sight—you look incredible, and he’s painfully aware that you’ve dressed up for another man.

He swallows hard, attempting to keep his voice steady. “So, how was the date?” He finally asks, his eyes searching yours for any sign of what you might say next.

You feel a warmth rise to your cheeks, the slight embarrassment making you smile softly. “What gave it away—the dress or the girls?” you ask, your fingers lightly brushing the fabric of your dress as if to acknowledge it.

“The girls,” he admits, a small chuckle escaping him as he glances over at the baby monitor to check on his son. “But the dress would’ve been a dead giveaway if they hadn’t.”

You laugh, the sound light and teasing as you catch his gaze. “They’re awful at keeping secrets, aren’t they?”

“Was your date supposed to be a secret from me?” He asks, making his way to the couch with a curious look. The cushions sink slightly as he sits down, and you follow suit, settling in beside him.

“No, it wasn’t,” you say, surprised, turning to face James with wide, sincere eyes. “But I wasn’t exactly excited about it, either.”

He leans back, eyebrows furrowed, “Why not?”

You take a deep breath, your fingers nervously tracing the hem of your skirt. “I don’t know,” you admit, voice softening as you look away. “I’ve never been on a blind date before, so I didn’t want to get my hopes up. And I guess... I’m glad I didn’t, in the end.”

James watches you closely, his eyes filled with curiosity. He’s trying not to appear too eager to learn about this date of yours. “Why’s that? Didn’t go well?”

Tears well up in your eyes, and you quickly blink them away, hoping James doesn’t notice. But he does. “I just... I don’t know how to find someone,” you admit, your voice shaking slightly. “And it’s so discouraging that my friends set me up with a guy who’s completely wrong for me—well, except for his looks.”

James opens his mouth to ask what the guy looked like but holds back, sensing that this isn’t the moment.

“What does that say about my dating life?” You continue, a tear slipping down your cheek. “If my best friends don’t even know what I like in a guy?” You sniffle, your fingers brushing absentmindedly over your lips as you stare down at Henry’s toys scattered across the floor.. “I think I need to put myself out there more. Go on as many dates as possible. I need to meet someone.”

James feels like he’s going to be sick. He’s floundering for a way to tell you that, no, you absolutely shouldn’t. But how can he say that?

He hesitates, searching for the right words. “Is there a rush? To find someone, I mean.”

You shrug, your gaze still fixed on the floor. “I know we’re both young, but I feel like if I don’t find someone now, it’ll only get harder down the line.”

“Oh.” He responds softly, the weight of your words hanging in the air.

A heavy silence settles between you, both lost in your thoughts, until you break it with a shaky voice. “Is there something wrong with me?”

James snaps his head up, startled. “What? No! Why would you even think that?” He asks, incredulous, his tone laced with concern.

“I’ve been asked out three times in my life,” you say quietly, your voice trembling. “And two of those were back in school. Is there something wrong with me?” Finally, you turn to look at him, your eyes glistening with unshed tears clinging to your lashes.

“Darling, no,” James insists, his voice filled with genuine concern as he scoots closer to you on the couch. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace. “You’re perfect.”

You sniffle, managing a small, sad smile. “Don’t lie to me, Jamie,” you say, trying to keep it light, but he can hear the trace of hurt beneath your words.

“I would never,” he murmurs, placing a tender kiss on your head as you settle back into his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothes you. “You’re everything anyone could ever want—an absolute dream girl.”

“Stop it.” You whisper half-heartedly, though a part of you wants to believe him.

“I’m serious,” he insists, his voice firm yet gentle. “Whoever you end up with will be incredibly lucky.”

A comfortable silence falls between you, the room filled only with the soft sounds of your breathing.

“I’ll help you look for dates, if you want.” He offers suddenly, the words slipping out before he can stop them. Regret washes over him immediately; he wishes he could take them back. The mere thought of you on a date with another guy twists his stomach into knots, but actually helping you choose someone else? Brutal.

You tilt your head to press a kiss gently to his jaw. Your voice is a soft whisper, filled with gratitude, “Thank you, Jamie.”

He doesn’t know how much longer he can do this.

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Just Protecting

Batsis!reader

wc: 1.2 K summary: you start dating someone from the alternative scene and your brother (and his kids) get suspicious. warnings: kind of yandere? I have no idea, no y/n used, gender of your partner is not specified a/n: (divider, @k1ssyoursister) it doesn't even have to be someone from an alternative universe, i strongly believe that they'll try to secretly research about them without you knowing.

It started with your windows being left unlocked after going to sleep the night before. Of course it didn‘t take long for you to figure out who it could have been, but you can‘t be too sure. It‘s Gotham City after all, and your family aren‘t the only vigilantes hopping around.

Your partner didn‘t take notice of it yet, and you plan on keeping a secret until you are sure of who is breaking into your apartment at night.

After being in a relationship with them for over a year, it‘s still a little surprising for your brother when you mention them around him. Seems like he didn‘t have as much time to care about it, considering how stressful his life is. You get it, and you don‘t stress or push him about it, instead, you give him space and occasionally check up on him whenever needed.

But breaking in? To check in on you? That‘s new.

And that‘s exactly why you decided to give him a visit on a random Tuesday evening, having made up an excuse as to why you are here. Once the front gate opens, Alfred greets you with a welcoming smile and leads you inside, already starting a conversation as he makes you both a cup of tea. After several moments of talking together, Bruce managed to get out of the Batcave to meet you as well.

»What brought you here? Something happened?« Did they make a mistake? — He wants to add, but knows he will just blow his cover instead.

»Wanted to check in on you. Doesn‘t hurt to see family once in a while, no?«

You shrug your shoulders lightly and stay seated on the chair at the long dining table and set your cup down as you talk. Bruce nods in agreement, settling in the chair opposite you.

»Right, yeah. How‘s your… partner doing? Any news?«

Very smooth, Bruce, so sneaky. He waits for your answer, eyes slightly narrowed. Obviously, you don‘t fall into that trap. There‘s nothing to fall for anyway, your relationship is just fine, if not perfect. Instead, you give him a smile and start rambling off. His fault for breaking into your apartment in the middle of the night.

»Oh, great! We actually started to renovate our kitchen because our apartment is still kind of new, so that‘s where we are right now… but we also planned getting a cat once things start to look even better, and we...« At some point, Bruce stopped listening, only catching a few words as he mostly tried to figure out if there could be something else going on. But it seems like there isn‘t. Which is worrying him even more.

»Oh, look who‘s here!« You interrupt your happy rambling and instead focus on the smaller boy approaching you both, always happy to see your youngest nephew.

Damian gives you a tight smile, knowing he should at least try to give you a happy greeting in front of Bruce.

»What‘s the occasion, Auntie?« You answer the same way as before, just glad to see that this brooding boy still has the mood to go up and talk to you.

The appereance of his short cut, going back up to his room after exchanging a few words. But you didn‘t miss the way father and son exchanged a subtle nod before disappearing again. That only proved your suspicions further.

You left the manor with a Tupperware of baked goods as a gift from Alfred, getting back to your apartment with a new plan.

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You barricaded your window at the fire escape with a chair underneath it and sealed it shut with duct tape. The tape is just there for you to hear it getting pressed open; the chair is just for fun, hoping that Bruce will trip on it once he gets through the window.

Your partner already fell asleep, peaceful and unaware of your current suspicions about someone breaking in during the night. But you stayed up and about, doing smaller tasks around the place to keep yourself awake. You kept the lights off, expecting Bruce, or rather Batman, to drop in any second.

Once it strikes after three in the morning, the window starts to rattle lightly. It stops briefly before the person on the other side tries again, the duct tape making more noise than you thought it would. Eventually, it gets tugged off, and the window is up, open and letting the fresh breeze inside.

You settle a little deeper into your blanket on the couch and wait for the secret person to show. As expected, the larger figure almost stumbles on the chair after stepping inside, but saves himself pretty well. You stifle a small laugh at the sight, squinting through the darkness of the living room.

Finally, you turn the light back on and get out of your poor hiding spot.

»I knew you were breaking in.«

Batman stops in his tracks, attempting to close the window but gets stopped as Robin follows through, blowing up all their cover altogether. This earns a raised brow from you, silently demanding answers.

»We‘ve solely been trying to… help with your kitchen renovations.«

»I lied about them.«

Bruce‘s scowl deepens at that, while Damian just stares right back at you and hopes he won‘t be part of your scolding, this time.

»Bruce.« You call out, earning the full attention of him again. While some might be spooked or even deathly afraid of the dark knight standing in their living room with his sidekick, you feel otherwise. This is just another one of those times where you can scold your brother for something he did.

»Is patrol getting boring, or why are you two secretly visiting my place?«

Silence follows, neither of them having good excuses for their visits. You sigh out in disappointment, crossing your arms as you wait for their answers.

»It‘s for your safety. You don‘t know your partner well enough.« Damian starts this time and he can feel that was a bad choice.

»So, you‘ve been spying on us at night?«

Bruce purses his lips, knowing there‘s no way of lying himself out of this situation.

»We only took their documents and made a scan of them… to make sure they‘re not hiding anything.«

You sigh out again, glancing into your hallway to make sure the door to your shared bedroom is still closed.

»You have been what?!« You harshly whisper at them, clearly not pleased to hear it at all. The pair of vigilantes flinch in their spot, exchanging a brief look between themselves.

»We‘re only doing this for your safety.«

»They are a civilian! What do you mean ,my safety‘?«

You huff out and pace around for a moment before standing back in front of them.

Bruce and Damian watch you, probably regretting their decision.

»Can I have the documents back?«

Finally, Bruce budges and hands you over the two folders worth of personal documents. As you quickly skim through them, you realise they even took all the banking information with them.

»You are lucky they didn‘t notice before I did.« With the final sentence, you urge them out and go back to sleep after placing the documents into a safer spot.

Safe to say, you never noticed someone breaking into your home anymore, and you made sure to check up on Bruce more regularly so he won‘t become paranoid. Your partner still hasn‘t noticed anything but still feels rather intimidated whenever you both visit your family for dinner.

They can never let go of the glaring eyes your youngest nephew gives them over the dinner table.

a/n: Sorry, this came out short and a bit wobbly, hope you still got the idea though!!

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Dry Leaves

Yandere X Reader

Tags/TWs: Stalking, kinda mental health issues?, violence, abduction, yandere is delusional (obv), y'all can insert anyone you want as the yandere

One of the Yandere Fall prompts by @snoopledrooplecheesedoodle inspired this fanfic, i wrote it specifically in a way that doesn't mention a certain character so anyone can feel free to insert whoever they want into the role of the yandere!

Word count: 990

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It's the middle of October; the trees grew more colorful and started losing their leaves, which are now scattered along the sidewalk and crunch underneath your boots as you make your way back home.

You look around the park you are currently walking through, since it's a shortcut to your apartment, and see a group of kids playing around in a heap of leaves. Their laughter fills your ears, despite the headphones you are wearing. They seem so careless, so innocent and they are, of course. How you wish you could go back to those times, back when your biggest issue was having to be in bed by 7 p.m. and not…that person.

However, those times are over, unfortunately. You quickly avert your gaze, feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden; the hair on the back of your neck is standing up and goosebumps stretch over your skin. It might be cold, but not that cold, especially not since you're wearing a thick jacket and lined boots, the cause for the goosebumps is more likely something, or someone, else. A feeling all too familiar is washing over you: The feeling of being watched.

Picking up your pace, you quickly leave the park and try to get home as soon as possible. Who's to say that you can't finish a route that takes five minutes on average in two?

As you walk on the quiet sidewalk, with not a car in sight, and the song you are currently listening to ending you try to concentrate on the sounds surrounding you and sure enough:

You hear a second pair of footsteps behind you, leaves crunching under the person's feet.

As soon as you try to walk even faster, the person behind you picks up their pace as well.

For fucks sake…

Should you turn around? No, that's most likely not the smartest idea. The closest group of people you've seen so far were the kids just now and they won't be much help in case of an attack.

There's a cafe nearby, you could use a warm drink anyways and perhaps you'll be able to either get the person to stop trailing after you or to spot whoever is following you.

You stop in front of a small cafe you visit quite frequently and enter, not daring to look behind you just yet.

Walking up to the counter you already know what you want to order, the same as usual, as you look over to the door and scan the entryway, but there seems to be no one coming in after you. You sigh, feeling a little relieved, maybe you were just imagining things. The barista, however, doesn't fail to notice that you seem on edge.

“Is everything alright, Miss?”

Your gaze snaps back towards the woman in front of you. She seems to be around your age, with short, jet black hair and a few piercings gracing her pale face.

“Y-yeah…sorry, it's just… been a little stressful lately”

The bags under your eyes are dark, a telltale sign of the countless nights you stayed awake and failed to fall asleep, too scared that whoever keeps watching you lately will strike in the dead of night and have their way with you.

The barista smiles empathetically and hands you a small tray with your drink and something else in a small paper bag, causing you to look at her questioningly.

“A chocolate chip cookie,” she says. “On the house, of course. You seem like you need something sweet.” She adds quickly.

“Thank you.” You give her a warm smile and walk to a free spot in the back of the cafe. It's a table meant for two people: Two dark brown armchairs on each side of a mahogany wood table with a small lamp in the middle, illuminating the surrounding area in a warm light.

20 minutes have passed and you feel a lot calmer. You finished your drink, ate the cookie and feel ready to go, feeling almost silly as you think back to the events not even half an hour ago. It was probably nothing, you were just imagining things. The person behind you just happened to have to go into the same direction as you, right? Right.

You leave the cafe and continue your journey back home, inhaling deeply and feeling the cool air numbing your nose a little. The sun started setting, casting a warm light onto the street and the trees, making the colorful leaves shine even brighter. Your headphones blasted your favorite song and almost everything in the world feels alright again. There were no other incidents on your way home and you reached your apartment complex in no time, smiling to yourself a little.

You failed to notice the man behind you though, following you home and to your front door.

Standing in front of the door to your apartment and right before taking out the keys, someone grabbed you by the hair on the back of your head.

“You kept me waiting out in the cold, I'm sure you don't mind if I warm up a little in your apartment, right? After all, I still have to pack your things... Aren't you excited, darling?”

A deep voice whispers into your ear, as you are frozen in shock, before your head is slammed into the door.

Falling to the ground, you try to get a good look at your attacker and attempt to kick him, but to no avail. You were way too dizzy to cause him any harm and the mask and hood he was wearing made it impossible to get a glimpse at his features.

The last thing you hear before passing out is a chuckle along with some sinister sounding words.

“I hope you know I had no other choice, especially not after you always flirt with others, including that barista today. Surely you're well aware that infidelity is a sin, no?”

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Diavolo →

Adjusting to RAD is never easy, with so many exams, having to deal with the demon brothers, baby knows how you feel and knows how stressed and pent you are.

Tell him all about how Mammon and Levi almost burnt down the science lab, and how he would've been able to put it out by how much he's making you squirt.

Angry that Satan got a higher score than you on a test? Take your anger out on him. Squeeze your thighs on his head, suffocate him and make sure he ain't breathing.

Uh oh! What's that tone you used towards the future king? That's not good at all. Don't worry, he'll fuck the sense back into you. A nice apology while fucking you still sounds perfect.

Him fucking and stuffing you so full that you forgot why you even had an attitude to begin with. Apologies being nothing but moan and whimpers while begging him to ruin you. ♡

Him telling you that you did such a good job today, such a good girl for him. Taking him all and not complaining. Draining him dry and making you soaked and full is the best thing a good girl could ever receive .

Barbatos →

He only ever wants the best for you, so failing a test or being late to class isn't gonna make him mad at you.

Good girls know how to study, keep track of their test, when to fall asleep at a good time and not miss school. So really, you've been really bad. But owning up to your mistakes makes it almost better.

Studying for a math test should be easy as you count how many times you've both came. No, it wasn't 5, it was 8. Looks like you guys have to start over. Nope, him eating you out and fucking you is two different things! You don't add those together.

Unless you wanna be there all night, you better start learning.

Falling asleep and missing class? Mm mm. Go ahead and work yourself on his cock while he sits there an does nothing, you need to build your stamina after all. Surprise fuck when you're asleep? Need to always be aware of your surroundings, no excuse for letting your guard down.

Soon enough, you'll learn. You remember how many orgasms you've had, know how to keep working his cock without getting tired, and to properly prep yourself when it's time to get fucked by his cock at night.

Like a good girl, you learn how to do what you're told and be the perfect little fucktoy for the perfect butler.

Solomon →

Being his sweet little apprentice, you'll gladly help in anything he might need. For example, he recently learned a new spell and needed a T̶e̶s̶t̶ s̶u̶b̶j̶e̶c̶t̶ volunteer. Of course, you willing took the part, not even asking what the spell is.

Soon enough, you learn. You feel hot, moist, and slightly dizzy. But most of all, you want dick. Sorcerer dick matter of fact. Looks like the spell works on anyone in the room, cause all Solomon wanted was that phat pussy.

Being railed on one of the desk in the room wasn't on your list today, but you're not complaining. Solomon using all his force and knocking the air out of you as he hits the spot you know and love. Watching your body jiggles from his thrust, drool drip for your cunt and mouth.

Oh this spell is really good. So good, maybe he should cast another, if it's okay with you of course. Your moaning is more then enough consent to proceed, as soon as he casted this one, you both felt so sensitive. His hand on your thighs making your pussy drip even more. Your nails scratching his back made him want to burst.

Ok ok, one more. Be a good girl and let him do his thing, alright? You can take some more. The aching in your legs seem to disappear as your mind goes blank, only thing you can think about is Solomon Solomon Solomon. All you want is him to fill you up and keep you feel. Keep milking him, make sure he can never fill back up again.

You both are so overstimulated but don't give a fuck, maybe this time you also cast a spell which makes both of you whine like crazy. Look at you learning to cast spells just like him, such a good girl you are.

Simeon →

Simeon thinks you're always so good to him. Doing everything as you should, eating your breakfast, brushing your teeth, eating a good meal. What more can he ask?

Good girl deserve the best of course, go ahead and relax as he sucks that tasty pussy of yours. Continue doing your home work while he works his fingers inside of you. Don't worry about the mess your making, he'll clean it right up as long as you keep squirting for him.

How you take care of him when he's stressed, taking his cock whole while drool drips from your mouth. The little tears in your eyes look so beautiful as he makes you choke on it. Such a good girl taking him all! Want him to fuck you now? I bet you do! ♡

He only wants to do what you want him to do. You want him to move? How hard? Where do you want him to hit it? There? That feels good? I'm sure it does.

But he can't spoil you too much. You only get what you earned. You really think you're so slick adding on to the things you did today. You answered a question correctly in class, so you deserve to be fucked one more time. Better hope he doesn't figure out you lied about a few things. Good girls don't lie, rightttt?

When you finish, he lays beside you, telling you how pretty his baby girl is. Asking you if you can do it again tomorrow and how you better promise that you will. His good girl always keeps her promises!

[casuallyawkardd]

In His Vice

Pairing: Dark!Miguel O'Hara x Wife!Reader

Summary: Something seems different this time when Miguel comes home late

Warnings: non-con in terms of pretending to be someone else, lowkey gaslighting, me attempting to write suspense, not fluent in Spanish so correct me if I mess up

A/N: I made the executive decision to write this fic in a first person perspective because I feel like that adds to the horror aspect so don't come for me. If you enjoy, be sure to join the taglist! Dividers by cafekitsune

I could hear the wind outside, whistling as it shook the trees and bushes. When the weather woman had said there would be a storm tonight, I hadn't expected it to be this bad. Lightning could be seen in the distance, the sound of thunder following after. It took a second more this time, hopefully meaning the storm was going to pass quickly. The television had become background noise, my attention focused on the window as I watched the rain streak down the glass.

Today had been one of those days, the kind where I couldn't wait for it to be over. I had woken up on the wrong side of the bed, a recurring nightmare waking me at three in the morning; its contents making it difficult to fall back asleep, so I inevitably decided to start the day early. Coffee and an aspirin did little to help the headache I'd been developing over the last few days, deadlines at work materializing the throbbing just behind my eyes.

Miguel had seemed to take notice of my struggles, taking over breakfast duty and getting Gabriela ready for school. The feeling of his kiss still lingered on my temple, my fingers now massaging the spot absentmindedly.

"I'm gonna be a little late tonight," he told me, gently prying the emptied mug from my hands and taking it to the sink with the other dishes.

"But what about Gaby's soccer game?" I asked, the look of remorse on his face telling me he had forgotten. "Honey, this is the one that determines if they qualify for the championship. It's a big deal for her."

"I know, mi corazón," he soothed, but I pulled away from his touch. Quiet fell over the kitchen then, Gaby's happy giggles heard from the room over. "Y/N, look at me," he said and I reluctantly turned. Soft brown eyes looked back at me, the hand rubbing my back reassuring. "You know work's been hell lately, my boss really wants me to finish this project. After that, I promise I'll make it up to you and Gaby." That's what he always said. "I know things have been.. tense between us lately, but-"

"Let's not talk about this right now," I interrupted him, hiding the pang in my chest when a look of defeat crossed his features. I had every right to be mad at him. This wasn't the first time he had forgotten. It wasn't just about this soccer game, it was about every forgotten soccer game, birthday party and date night before. Was I happy my husband had gotten the promotion he rightly deserved? Of course, but had I known just how much his job would take away from our family, I would have suggested he negotiate terms.

Which was why I held my tongue as he and Gaby left the house. In hindsight, I could've been kinder to Miguel. Could have turned my head as he leaned in for a kiss, said 'I love you' when he whispered the same phrase in my ear. With no way to turn back time, I figured I could redeem myself tomorrow. He was always quick to forgive.

The rest of the day was as mundane as any, the stress from the deadline had seeped into my very being, becoming familiar as I submitted my final drafts. Then I was left with nothing, returning to the start of the vicious cycle that came with the job. At least I got to clock out early, meaning I had time to spend with Gaby.

She was a bundle of excitement, squealing when she saw I had come to pick her up early from preschool. Relatives always told me she'd grow up fast; I found that to be true. Expected to start kindergarten next year and she was already being mistaken for a second grader. Her father's doing most likely, maybe she'd end up being as tall as him someday. Sharp as a whip too, but that trait I always said came from me.

We decided on a mommy-daughter date at a nearby cafe, one I knew Gaby would like. The owner's cat loved to brush against her legs, mewling until I told her it was alright to give him a dollop of whipped cream. Keep her happy until she saw her papi wasn't at her game. She was disappointed, the bounce in her step fading when she came up to me afterwards, frowning in confusion.

"Papi?"

"Not today, sweetheart," I offered her a sympathetic smile, "work needed his help very badly. You understand, yeah?"

Gaby nodded, but I knew my daughter well enough to know she was still bothered, "I wanted to show Papi that I used the move he showed me."

"Well you can show him after dinner, right?" The idea seemed to help perk her up, the two of us walking hand in hand back to the car to head home.

Only Miguel didn't make it home for dinner. Odd but not uncommon, unfortunately. It wasn't until it neared Gabriela's bedtime that I felt something was wrong. He's always home in time to put her to bed. A nagging feeling started in the back of my mind. He wasn't answering his cell either, going to voicemail instantly. After promising Gaby that I'd send him in to kiss her goodnight later, she finally settled and I took my post on the couch. Which is where I've been up until now.

A quick glance at my phone told me it was nearing one in the morning, that nagging feeling became something more. Something that dug into my gut and constricted my chest. The amount of missed calls he had was probably bordering on the edge of warranted worry and psychotic spouse. The thought of calling the police made my fingers itch, but I abstained. Miguel's a big guy, he can take care of himself...right? I winced as my teeth bit into the skin around my fingernails, pulling my hand away to assess the damage. It was a nervous habit I couldn't seem to shake, the cuticles an ugly red from irritation.

Then came the sound of a click, followed by the ominous crash of thunder. It was quiet, I almost didn't notice, but it was a new sound compared to the rain, thunder and static of the TV. My heart lurched forward, taking me with it as I rushed to the entry hallway. In the dark, I could make out a figure. Large and imposing, it hunched in front of the main door of the house, grunting as it shifted about in the black of the hall. I had become so paranoid that the sight left me momentarily speechless, throat suddenly dried when I tried speaking.

"Miguel?" was what I managed to get out.

The movements stopped, tension rising around me as the figure stood to its full height. I almost back pedaled as it approached, step by agonizing step coming closer and closer to me. The air around me felt thick, hard to breathe until the glow of the TV revealed this intruder.

"It's you," Miguel's voice rattled my eardrum, reminding me to breathe. "Why are you still up?"

"Where have you been?" I demanded, forcing my voice to remain at a reasonable volume. "Do you know how late it is?"

Miguel's expression hardened, not answering me right away and keeping me on the edge of my seat. I searched every inch of his face for a reason, a tell to let me know what had kept him, and yet I saw nothing. Why did I still feel so uneasy? "There were some complications at work," he explained, "It took some time to fix. I figured you'd be asleep by now, so I grabbed something to eat after everything was sorted."

"And that took you until one in the fucking morning?"

"Didn't know I had a curfew." He said it so bluntly, almost accusatory. The eyes that looked into mine were unyielding, wanting no question or fuss to his response. Not to push that which was unmovable. It wasn't an expression I was familiar with, at least from him, the glint of affection that lingered no matter how mad he got at me now snuffed.

"I..." I trailed off, unsure what to say next. The whirlwind of thoughts and emotions collected within me had me feeling unhinged. Was I being crazy? "I'm sorry, I was just worried about you," I settled on, swallowing thickly so my throat had lubrication.

"Where's Gaby?"

The question gave me pause, his evident impatience spouting words from my mouth. "Oh! Um... she's in bed," Miguel didn't seem impressed by my answer, "u-upstairs," I pointed in the direction mentioned.

"Mmm," was all he responded with, leaving me to shuffle out of the way as he beelined to the staircase. Then I was left alone once again, the suddenness of it making me wonder if I had just dreamed everything. The heavy footsteps above my head confirmed that our interaction was all too real, another crack of thunder giving my body the jumpstart it needed. All was well now right? That's what I told myself as I folded the blanket I had been using, shutting off the TV and making my way up to the second floor.

Miguel's home now, Gaby's in bed, everyone is safe and sound. I thought as I passed by my daughter's room, catching a glimpse of her father sitting beside her bed. I repeated it as I got myself ready for bed, brushing my teeth and washing my face of any leftover makeup. My pajamas were one of Miguel's t-shirts and I tucked my nose under the collar as I lay down, letting the smell of him ease my lingering nerves. There was nothing more to worry about, everything would go back to normal tomorrow.

The sun woke me up, bright rays peeking through the curtains. Blinking away the haze of sleep, I still felt restless. The nightmares again, most likely. A nuisance that was bold enough to show itself in the night, but cowardice in that I'd forget them in the morning. As I wiped my eyes, the clock on my nightstand became readable.

7:30 AM

Overslept. It was what I needed to get me out of bed, rushing as I did the bare minimum to look presentable. Cold water to wash my face, teeth brushed, hair pulled back and managed, some sweatpants and slip-ons for good measure. Thank God I worked from home.

Gaby was next on my radar, moving quickly down the hall and rapping on her door with my knuckles. Opening my mouth to tell say it was time to get up, the words left me when I saw she wasn't in bed. Come to think of it, Miguel hadn't been in bed either. Did he even come into the room last night? Shaking my head to clear the thought, the sound of dishes clattering drew me to the kitchen. As I descended, the smell of pancakes was clear, the sound of quiet chatter and little giggles following after.

"Papi, quiero voltear el siguiente." Papi, I want to flip the next one.

The baritone of Miguel's laugh followed after, "Lo sé chiquita, pero debes tener cuidado." I know little one, but you have to be careful.

The sight of my husband and daughter making a mess of the kitchen was touching, last night's events feeling like a distant memory. Almost. To think those cold, hard eyes that had pierced through my very being, were now looking down with such warmth and tenderness.

"Mommy!" Gaby spotted me in the doorway, squeezing between Miguel and the counter to come greet me.

"Well, good morning to you too," I cooed, bending forward so we were eye level. Her arms wrapped around my neck in an embrace, my lips finding purchase on her cheek before returning the gesture with one arm. "What do you have going on here?" I asked once we had parted, smoothing down her curls.

Gaby shrugged, "I wanted pancakes," was her simple response. "You were sleeping, so Papi said he could make them."

I looked up at the man in question, who seemed more occupied with what was cooking on the stove than what we were discussing. "And they haven't burnt?" I teased, approaching him from behind. My hand touched the small of his back, thumb rubbing small circles into the muscle as I looked over his shoulder to analyze the aforementioned pancakes.

"I know how to make pancakes," Miguel quipped back, his tone suggesting I might have struck a nerve.

"Of course you do. It's just that last time-"

"I said I got it."

"Okay," was all I could really say, kissing his shoulder apologetically. "You're tense, Mig. You should take a warm bath," I commented, pulling away so as not to disturb him further. Gaby had taken a seat at the kitchen counter, nibbling on a small plate of fruit. Miguel had most likely prepared it so she didn't get impatient.

"Well, breakfast will have to be quick today," I announced, grabbing a grape for myself, "We still have to get you dressed for preschool and then-"

"I called the preschool," Miguel interjected and I turned to him, "she's not going today."

A small frown graced my features, "Well, I wanted to get a head start on my next article."

"Called your work too. Told them you weren't feeling well." Before I could protest, Miguel continued, "I took the day off as well, figured we could have a day together. As a family."

"Oh," is all I had left to say, "Are you sure? I mean that sounds great, but you said your boss was really strict about time off."

Miguel huffed, smiling wryly at my comment, maybe even condescending. "Yeah, well if he has a problem with it, he can kiss my ass."

My eyes widened at his sudden crassness, "Miguel!"

"Papi, that's a bad word," Gaby chimed in, nose scrunched in determination as she scolded her father.

Miguel's smile shifted to a genuine one, rounding the kitchen island to reach the little girl. "You're right, mi vida, I'm sorry," he said, kissing her temple and she squirmed at the contact. I watched as Miguel pulled away, combing his long fingers through her hair. Did she always look so small next to him? "Come on, help me plate the pancakes. The sooner you eat your breakfast, the sooner we can figure out something to do."

Gabriela nodded eagerly, jumping out of her seat and following Miguel to resume their work. I figured I'd let them enjoy each other's company, preparing coffee for Miguel and myself. As I had hoped, everything seemed to be as it always was once more, if not better. Usually it was hectic in the morning, Miguel sleeping in until the last possible second before getting dressed and walking out the door for work, Gabriela in tow. So having a moment like this was a rare treat, one usually reserved for the weekend.

And yet, there was still something that felt so entirely wrong. Something that made my stomach churn and the hair stand up on the back of my neck. Call it intuition, but as to what it was cluing me into, I had yet to understand. I racked my brain as to what could be causing this feeling to linger inside me. Chewing the inside of my cheek as I poured the coffee into two mugs. To one, I added milk and a spoonful of honey. The other simply got milk, each getting a thorough stir. I took both cups, sipping from the one with honey and offering the other to Miguel.

He took it without even looking at me, focused on making sure Gaby didn't hurt herself as she flipped a pancake. I thought nothing of it as I went to go sit down, maybe scroll on my phone now that I had time, but Miguel's disgruntled murmur had me turning to face him. "I don't want anything in my coffee."

"Oh, sorry I didn't know."

"It's fine, can you just remake it?" Miguel asked in a dismissive tone, holding out the mug to me to take. I set my drink down, taking his in both my hands and going to discard the contents in the sink.

When did he start taking his coffee black?

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[harrysfolklore]

you can't sleep and harry is away

gif by @hampsteadharry <3 i hope you like this

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

It’s nearly 3am in London and you just can’t sleep, you’ve tried everything, closing the curtains so that the room is dark and you can relax, drinking some tea and even meditating with the playlist Harry made for you, but nothing seems to work. 

Harry is currently in Bangkok, where he’s performing a show later on as part of his Love on Tour. You miss him terribly and that’s one of the reasons why going to bed gets harder and harder every night. 

“Are you busy?” you type on your phone and press send, texting him this late it’s not something you like to do because you know how much he worries when he’s away, and putting more stress on his plate it’s the last thing you want to do.

“I’m about to go on my morning run. Is everything okay? It’s pretty late there” and you don’t even get a chance to reply to his text because an incoming facetime call from him appears on your screen.

“Hi babe, you good?” it’s the first thing he says when you answer the call, he’s wearing a grey hoodie and his black beanie, and seeing his face along with hearing his voice already made you relax.

“I’m having trouble falling asleep, I’ve tried everything but nothing seems to work, I was hoping we could talk for a while but don’t worry if you’re busy, I don’t want to interrupt your day” 

A frown appears on his face as you say the last sentence, “Don’t say that, I’ll never be busy for you, of course we can talk love, I’ll keep you company until you fall asleep” 

You can feel your heart warm as you listen to his words, and you wonder once again how did you get so lucky to have a partner as loving and caring as him.

So he tells you about how’s everything over there with the tour, he mentions that he visited one of his favorite restaurants in Bangkok and met the chef, and how he helped a fan come out during the show and he felt so happy for them, listening to his voice made you relax so much but you know there’s something that with no doubt will give you what you need so that you can peacefully sleep.

“H, would you sing for me?” you see a little smile creep on his face and you add “Just a little, then I’ll be out of your hair, I promise” 

“Of course I’ll sing for you darling” and he doesn’t even have to ask which song you want to hear, he knows you like the back of his hand.

“… when i run out of rope, you bring me home”

That’s the last thing you hear before your eyes shut, counting down the days to have your lover back in your arms.

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[archangeldyke-all]

Yo ! I don’t know if you’re taking reqs or not, but I’d kinda be interested in seeing Sev’s reaction to if reader was hurt? Like would she go apeshit or be calm and whoop ass? Which do you think?

i'm always taking requests! and i have about a million thoughts about this ;)

men and minors dni

it depends entirely on how you're hurt.

if it's an accident, like you fall down the stairs or step on broken glass or something, she's calmly tending to your wounds, wiping up your tears, teasing you when you finally stop crying about being so clumsy.

she'll press a kiss over every bandage and bruise on your body.

but if somebody else hurts you?

sevika stays calm in front of you, not wanting to add any more stress to your already injured body. she'll get you to safety, make sure you're tended to, and stay by your side, whispering sweet nothings to you until you fall asleep.

and then it's like a switch flips.

suddenly, all the fear and panic and terror of watching you get hurt comes rushing back to her body with full force. and it manifests as anger.

she'll track down whatever sorry fucker decided to mess with her girl, and she'll make sure they can never hurt anyone again.

she doesn't kill them right away. i think she beats them for a long while, getting all of her jitters out, making sure they experience tenfold the pain they had decided to inflict on you.

and then, once they're nothing more than a bloody, wheezing, pulp, she'll kill 'em.

she feels better the second they're dead.

she'll wash up before she gets home, not wanting you to see her all bloodied and battered, and pick up some flowers and soup for you.

when she returns, you're still sleeping. she trims the flowers and puts them by your bedside, puts the soup in the fridge, then crawls into bed beside you, gently adjusting you until you're in her arms.

usually, she sleeps on you. but when you're hurt, she has to hold you. she knows you're safe in her arms, and she can't calm down completely until she's got you curled on top of her.

sometimes you wake up, and she'll just rub your back and press kisses to your head until you fall back asleep.

she's never able to sleep the first night after you've been hurt. she stays up all night, monitoring your breathing, soaking in the sight of you, whispering to your unconscious body.

sometimes you wake up and hear her whispering to you.

"that fucker's never gonna hurt you again, baby. i took care of him for you."

"i'm so fuckin' sorry. i'll make sure everyone in the lanes knows not to touch a hair on your head ever again."

and of course, endless "i fuckin' love you"s.

she'll never tell you what she did to the people who harmed you, but you know. sevika's killed men for smacking your ass before, you know she won't let someone who actually hurt you go on breathing.

sevika will take time off from work to be by your side until you're better. she's ten times more dramatic than you are about it, not letting you leave bed, not letting you feed yourself, forcing you to drink a glass of water every hour.

and... sometimes, when she's changing your bandages, she'll start to cry.

it breaks her heart to see you wounded. it makes her feel so weak and wobbly seeing her girl hurt. she does everything in her power to make sure you're safe, and seeing that she's failed, that you're in pain, it kills her.

when this happens, you just wrap her up in your arms and pull her head to your chest, letting her cry against you while she listens to your steady heartbeat.

"i'm okay, baby. i'm a tough fucker, you know that." you'll whisper. "i'm not going anywhere anytime soon. not without you." you promise.

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[felixcloud6288]

Dungeon Meshi Chapter 42

The title image this chapter is wonderful and creepy. Young Marcille is trying to hide in light from her window as the shadows creep toward her. And the way the darkness is drawn creates a sort of grainy static effect.

I had to read the first part twice to understand what was happening in the cold open. We're starting with the beginning of Laios's nightmare before we see the events leading up to it.

The dragon Laios killed is not the red dragon, but it might be based on it.

So Laios doesn't have the best relation with his parents afterall. I guess his monster obsession was one of those things his parents indulged in when he was little because they thought it was just a phase all children go through and became more hostile to him when he didn't stop.

And some little tidbits of Laios's past that get brought up is he's a school dropout and was once in the army. The things Kabru mentioned in chapter 32 get addressed here too. Turns out he didn't know anything they were doing and he was conned into giving them his earnings. Another thing we can add to the list of Kabru not actually knowing anything about Laios.

The story begins in earnest with a shot of Marcille with a grim shadow cast over her face. In the next panel, we see that the shadow is because she's holding a candle. What a drama queen.

The monster of the chapter is nightmares which possess you while you sleep and give you bad dreams. Marcille was exhausted so it was probably easy to fall asleep, but I wonder if nightmares can also induce sleep in their victims.

I like hearing stories about Shuro and Namari getting into trouble on their adventures. Flashbacks with Namari tend to present her as reckless. Meanwhile, the little bits of Shuro getting into trouble seem to imply he's not good at taking precautions. Namari learned her lesson after the red dragon; Shuro was still acting the same when he showed back up.

Also in chapter 22, I thought that was Laios who got petrified and shattered, but now I realize that was Shuro.

Of course Laios counts Fauns instead of sheep when he sleeps.

Laios is a lucid dreamer it seems. Maybe it's an extension of his general attitude that makes him willing and excited to eat monsters or be okay with Marcille using ancient magic. He doesn't accept and go along with things unless it makes sense to him.

Laios's "strongest servant" is the monster Laios thought up in chapter 3, although the left hindleg was a horse hoof rather than the clawed foot shown this chapter.

I had to go back to chapter 3 to compare that monster to the one Laios imagined, and I'm amazed how much Ryoko Kui's art style changed over this series. This chapter was released March 15, 2018. Chapter 3 came out April 14, 2014. So I've gone through nearly four years of development so far.

The earlier chapters were less detailed and the characters were more cartoonishly proportioned. In particular, Senshi's proportions seemed a bit closer to the fake Senshi in chapter 39 that Marcille conjured.

However, the monsters seemed to have more attention and detail on them than the humans did.

I think I should watch this episode. There are so many silly bits from the afformentioned Marcille drama queen moment, to her complaining that she doesn't need to sleep only to immediately pass out, to Laios ripping off his face to turn into a dog. Then the horrors happen.

Sadly, the dog is not one of the ones he had as a kid.

I think the portrait little Marcille was hiding behind was a portrait of her mother. We can see her at the start of chapter 3.

Laios sucks at therapy and understanding abstract concepts. I said he's a lucid dreamer and that seems to be detrimental to his efforts to help Marcille because he is able to realize he's dreaming and can pull real details to reason away things happening in the dream. But Marcille isn't able to do that.

And he thinks Marcille's nightmares are from recent events like the stress from fighting monsters and being afraid she'll get killed, and that the monster must just be any other monster that can be killed. He doesn't get that the monster is a form Marcille's mind is creating to represent a deep rooted fear she has that is nothing physical.

The biggest difference between Laios and Falin is Falin has a greater compassion for people that Laios lacks.

Even Marcille thinks she's the reason Falin turned into a chimera.

One of the paintings in the hallway is Pipi. Maybe the man next to it is Marcille's father.

Laios eventually gets what's happening, but I think he was still slightly off. I'll get into my own ideas about Marcille's dreams but I want to talk about Laios's first since he mentioned there being nothing in his dream.

Laios's dream was him in a viod sitting over a dead dragon with various scattered items around him. Then his parents, the villagers, the gold-peelers, and Shuro all appeared to berate him.

I think Laios's nightmares revolve around him feeling like he cannot accomplish anything. One item on the ground was an empty coin purse because Laios has struggled with finances. There are destroyed papers around because he's not an academic. Falin's staff is embedded in the ground because he couldn't save her.

The nightmare presentation of his life is he is someone who killed a dragon but is otherwise a failure.

And what do all the people in his dream have in common? They're all people he trusted and thought of as friends and family only to discover they hated him.

When he realized he was dreaming, Laios crushed all his nightmares under his beloved fantasy monster. His love of monsters is genuine, but maybe Laios is slightly driven by the fact that his understanding about them is something he feels he is actually accomplished at.

Now onto Marcille. Laios got that she's afraid of how everyone around her will die before she does, but the main thing he didn't quite catch is the monster they're facing represents the passage of time. They are in a hallway with no branching paths and the monster is approaching from one direction. All they can do is run it the other direction, but the monster will always catch up eventually. And it always catches everyone else first.

As an elf, Marcille will live long past the others. She said elves can live to around 500. Assuming elves age proportinally to Tallmen, I'd guess Marcille is 150 at most. She will outlive the rest of the party by a wide margin and she's terrified.

I get the feeling that part of why she's studying ancient magic is related to that. When Laios told her to fight the monster, she said she tried but her magic turned Falin into a doll. Converting that from abstract to concrete, it might mean that Marcille is trying to find a way to use the dungeon to alter people's lifespans, but the first time she ever actually tried using ancient magic for real was a disaster. So now she doesn't know what to do.

This may be a dream, but this moment feels like a bad omen.

The dungeon binds people's souls to their bodies and prevents them from dying. With some modification, that might potentially be converted into a power that forces people to live far longer than they are supposed to. Marcille wanted to meet the Magician and it probably has to do with this.

Another little thing I'm curious about. The monster represents the passage of time, and it caused Laios to become old when it touched him. So Marcille's fear is specifically that everyone else will grow old and die long before her. So if her father was taken, that means he didn't die young like Laios speculated. He died old. So either Marcille's father was already a fairly old person, or he wasn't an elf.

Wait. If Nightmares hide in your pillow, couldn't they have skipped this entire thing by just removing them from Marcille's pillow in the first place?

Laios said the nightmares must have been in Marcille's pillow for a while. Maybe it's coincidence but chapter 2 ended with a note saying Marcille had some bad dreams. However, that might have been because Laios strung up a corpse that was visible from where they were sleeping.

This was the first chapter where we got to have hijniks with Izutsumi and she did NOTHING.

It's dustrag!

Marcille's happy dream is going on adventures with Laios and Falin.

Even though the chapter ends on a cute and happy note, I do not like how the magician's tome is there. The magician was aware that Laios was going through the living pictures and I wouldn't be surprised if he can also be aware when nightmares are infesting people's dreams.

I feel like the tome wasn't just Marcille's recollection of it, but might have been the actual power behind the dungeon taking notice of her. And it being included in the last shot has a sort of vibe of whatever it is saying it can grant this to Marcille.

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[tetsunabouquet]

Hello, I read your red dress Zero fic and I am IN LOVE with it! If you have time can you please do an NSFW hc for both Zero & Ichiru in a bodyguard au please? 😁

A/N: Sure! I am glad my fic is getting appreciated! I hope you'll enjoy my future Ichiru version too! Considering both Ichiru and Zero (in that horrible light novel) have been bodyguards, I will be writing each AUs with traces of their original bodyguard arcs

Zero:

-The most difficult to seduce out of the two. He is too much of a gentleman and would absolutely cover his eyes whenever he saw you naked for a long time. -He is as gracious as he is competent. Even tasks that other servants could have done for you, like fluffing up your pillows, are things he will do to take care of you. He'll claim he's searching for potential bombs amongst your furniture, but really he just wants to take care of you because he fell in love with you over the course of serving you. -The way you become a couple isn't anything steamy either. He protected you from a bombing and feeling super vulnerable he finally caves into you and sleeps with you for the night to make you feel secure. He acknowledges your mutual attraction by kissing you goodnight ever so sweetly. -If you had a stressful meeting, Zero is the one who knows how to fuck the stress out of you and make you forget your own name. You drift off in bliss in his arms, and he loves seeing you fall asleep against him with the creampie still leaking out of you. -Zero loves seeing the powerful woman that you are come undone because of him and his touch. Just thinking about it gets him a little hard. -He especially enjoys being granted the privilige of marking your neck with his bites and kisses. -Sometimes he'll mark you on more intimate places too, such as your thighs and compliment you on how pretty you look being littered with hickeys and bitemarks.

Ichiru:

-At first he thought you were playing him with the flirty act but once he realized you had caught genuine feelings for him this man threw all his reservations out of the window with a steamy kiss. -He amuses you often by roasting the people you've met at bussiness meetings behind their backs. -Whenever you are done with a very stressful one, this man will not wait until you're home, no. He'll eat you out in the car right away with the driver being so kind to shut the blinds. -Ichiru enjoys everyone being able to hear you are his mistress AND lover. -He'll never stop calling you 'my Lady' or using the suffix -sama. If anything that adds to the turn on for him. -Ichiru loves having you on top of him too and enjoys seeing his mistress ride on his cock. -When it comes to marking, he is like his brother inverse. He loves it when you give him hickeys or lovebites. He enjoys feeling your mouth caress and suck on his body, marking him as your personal toy.

[romanestuffsposts]

Hello !

Is it okay to ask for a stucky!daddies x little!reader who has internal problems?? Maybe they’re going through seasonal depression (summer depression is real😢) or maybe they had a hard day at work and one morning they wake up feeling big and daddies try all day to help them fall into little space but it isn’t until night that little has an emotional breakdown and tells daddies what they’re feeling.

Sorry if this is too much or not understandable, it’s my first request :((

It’s also okay to say no if you don’t feel like do it. I love all your stories anyways!!

Hi there love! 💜

I'm sorry it took long for me to write it but i wanted to do it perfectly. You're totally fine, you're request is perfectly written for me sweetie, do not worry! ❤️

I hope you like how i wrote it <3

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : struggling reader, has a hard time feeling little, works, worried daddies, caring daddies, protective Daddies, paci, bottles,

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : too much work cause stress which caused other things. Luckily, your Daddies always have an eye on you and a way to help you out.

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You can't deny that you were busy since the beginning of the week. Steve and Bucky couldn't deny it either. They have seen you going through a lot of different emotions since then and they had hoped to see you letting yourself rest but you couldn't take your mind away from work.

They had tried everything to make you feel a little more little so you could relax and have a calm evening and night in your Daddies's arms. But you were too focus and too busy because of work that they hadn't tried the thing that work the more.

They had prepared everyhting. Steve had hidden your favorite paci in his pocket so he could get it out when the time is right, Bucky has already a warm bottle secured in between his side and the armrest of the couch.

They patiently wait for you to come down for your 8pm snack and toilet break.

After some minutes, they finally hear your footsteps coming from the stairs before seeing your pretty little face showing up. You rub your eyes as you enter the living room because of your computer which make your Daddies smile.

Of course they're sad and worried that you spend too much time in front of that screen for work but that tiny movement of yours just prove them what they needed to know.

"Hi babygirl" Bucky sweetly smiles at you.

You blink a few time to throw away the black hole you create in your eyes from the rubs and then look up at them "hi" you softly say with a tired voice

"you okay, sweetie ?" Steve asks as he frowns his eyes at your voice. You nod and sigh "yea, i just have a lots of work left and my boss can't stop email me to add me more work so i'm on it for a while"

Steve and Bucky shared a look before looking back at you "come here, baby" Bucky pats the space between him and Steve so you would come sit down but you shook your head "i can't. I barely have the time to take the breaks i fixed"

"I wasn't asking" he tilts his head "now come here, little one"

You drop your shoulders and walk toward the couch. Once you reach it, You fall into the comfy thing, between the warm bodies of your Daddies.

"don't be too hard on yourself, baby" Bucky sighs "we know you're doing your best and your boss knows it too but you can't destroy yourself" His hand gently starts to stroke your thigh in a circular motion.

"I know" You let out a whine and throw your head backward, letting it rest against the back of the couch.

"here. Why don't you lie down on our laps and get some rest. You don't have to fall asleep but just rest your mind" Steve suggests, knowing you won't be able to fall asleep if your mind is still in your work.

You hesitate for a moment but decide to lie down. Maybe they're right. Maybe you need to just have a break longer than the other ones and let your mind rest from work.

Once the side of your hear touches the comfy laps of your Daddy, you finally feel full again. You couldn't bear the fact that you weren't near them often. It's not something that happen often, being apart from them like that.

And you hate having to do it. The only things you wanna do is going to bed early and being with them, under their eyes and around their soft touches and words.

Your Papa starts to gently stroke the part of your legs that were on his laps and this sweet movement cause your muscles to relax instantly.

And it feels good, to finally start to feeling relax.

The fingers of your Daddy play with your hair as a sweet and delicate song is hummed in his throat.

"you're our cute little one, aren't you ?" your Daddy smiles. His sweet voice is music to your ears.

He chuckles when you hide your face in his skin so they wouldn't see you blushing. "show me that face, beautiful" he taunts as he grabs your chin. Your Papa smiles more at your face.

"yes, you really are" Your Daddy answers his own question with a serious tone, making you smile softly.

"I have something that might interest you here" he winks at you as he reaches his side. You frown and try to look at his hand but his body and the way you're lying are preventing you from doing it.

"stay calm, princess" your Papa chuckles as he gently pushes you back down so you would stay relax as much as possible.

"open up" your Daddy's voice ring in your ears. You do what he says and open your mouth. You soon feel something entering your mouth causing you to close your lips.

You suddenly feel warm milk sliding down your throat and your body relax even more if that's even possible. You close your eyes and let the warm liquid doing it's job as your Daddies's hands massage your skin.

"what if we make you a bath after ? With lots of soap and your favorite toys. We could also wash your hair" Your Papa says as he peers at your face

"Mhh no Papa, no washin' m' hair" you mumble through your bottle, your eyes still closed.

"okay" Your Daddy laughs as he looks at your Papa "no hair washed tonight then" He looks back down at you "are you feeling better if we do it that way ?"

You nod your head just as you finish your bottle. Your Papa takes the bottle away and quickly slide your paci in between your lips so you won't be too shaken up.

"good girl" your Daddy kisses your temple, making you sigh in contentement.

[cookies-over-yonder]

the ballad of an (un)diagnosed private investigator

In junior year, Riz is finally forced to face one of his worst enemies yet—an undiagnosed anxiety disorder threatening to compromise his grades, his relationships, and, most of all, his sanity.

chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | ?

Chapter 2 Summary:

Riz initiates an impromptu sleepover.

ao3

Sklonda has been sitting alone on the couch for hours with dried tears stuck to her face.

She checks the time on her crystal.

11pm.

Just as she's about to get up and go get Riz, because he's certainly worked himself into a frenzy, she gets a notification.

Riz: sleeping over at mordred tonight. love you

-

Ma: Love you too, hon. We're talking about this tomorrow.

Riz cringes at his crystal, and then turns it off. He takes a deep breath in and out, and then, instead of knocking or, gods forbid, ringing the bell, he texts Adaine that he's here.

When the door opens, he's relieved to see her face.

"Is your dad home?" he asks quietly, walking inside.

"He's upstairs, why?"

"No reason."

They get to her tower, and Riz flops onto the bed, burying his face in the mattress.

"Are you okay, man?" Adaine asks, sitting next to him. "I'm always down for an impromptu sleepover, but you don't seem well."

"I think I'm in a fight with my mom," Riz mumbles into her blanket.

He feels a hand on his back.

"When's the last time you ate?" Adaine asks.

"I had a granola bar this morning...?" Riz says, turning around to face her. I was making lunch with Mom earlier, but..."

He cringes.

"Then you fought?"

"No—uh, it doesn't matter. I'm not hungry, okay?"

Adaine is grabbing his hand and leading him back downstairs despite his protests in an instant.

He's sitting at the kitchen counter with a cup of tea—not coffee—as she digs through the fridge when he hears someone descending the steps.

Riz stares at the mug in his hand, and when he notices the slight tremble, he shuts his eyes.

"Hey, Riz!" Jawbone says, and he opens his eyes and forces himself to look up from the drink. "How you doing, kiddo?" Jawbone asks, not in the light conversation way, but in the I know something is wrong way.

"I'm fine, Jawbone," he says flatly.

"I heard you were sleeping over," he says, and Riz shoots a look to Adaine, who promptly shakes her head. "Your mom told me," Jawbone clarifies, having watched this exchange.

"Right. Of course she did," Riz says, taking a sip of tea. "I'm fine," he adds, trying and failing to tone down his agitation.

Riz watches Jawbone's gaze flicker to his trembling hands, then back up to meet his eyes.

"Well, alright, kid, but if you ever want to talk about anything, I'm here. You kids want me to order a pizza? I think Fig and Kristen might be asleep already, but I already know what flavours they'd pick."

"Sure," Adaine says.

Riz takes another sip of tea, and then puts down the cup.

He listens and nods along half-heartedly as Jawbone orders the pizza and asks for input. Once he leaves the room, Riz lets out a sigh of relief and rests his head on the counter's surface.

"I have never seen you that on edge around Jawbone before," Adaine says. "What's going on, Riz?"

Riz keeps his head on the counter, because he feels tears welling up, and he can't help but let them fall.

"I really, really don't want to talk about it."

"Okay," Adaine says, and he hears her summon her familiar.

He lifts his head to make sure she isn't feeling too anxious, but to his surprise, she puts Boggy in his arms.

"Uh—"

"You seemed stressed," she says.

"Yeah. Uh. Thanks."

Adaine keeps staring at him, like she's studying his every movement.

He squirms a little under her gaze.

"So, uh—" he clears his throat, "the pizza will be here in like fifteen, right?"

"Yeah."

"And then we should go to bed, 'cause, we have school...?"

Riz doesn't remember what day it is, but it's more likely to be a weekday tomorrow than it is to be a weekend. Statistically.

"It's Saturday night, dude."

"Right. I knew that. And it's... May."

"June."

"I was close though, wasn't I?" Riz jokes, hoping to lighten the mood.

It doesn't seem to work.

"I'm fine, Adaine," he says, before she even says what's written on her face.

"You need sleep."

"I slept for like... six hours earlier today, actually."

She raised her eyebrows.

"What?" he asks.

"You worry me, Riz."

Riz frowns.

"I'm just a little stressed, okay?" he says. "It's normal. I'm handling it. And you don't need to worry."

He hands Boggy back to her and gets off the chair. "Lets go hang out at the couch or something while we wait."

They settle on the couch, and Adaine wraps an arm around Riz, pulling him close. She's not verbally fretting over him anymore, but the tension could still be cut with a knife, and he feels it like an indomitable weight in his chest.

He takes in a breath and lets it out slowly as he turns on his crystal, hoping for a distraction.

Upon unlocking it, the first thing he sees is the message from his mom.

He cringes, turns it off, shuts his eyes, and relaxes—to the best of his ability—into Adaine's side.

Love you too, hon. We're talking about this tomorrow.

[butterflyseas]

You can skip this if you'd like, but can you do fluffy headcannons for Tingyun? You can add more characters if you'd like (Also fem reader if you're okay with it, thanks!)

of course! thank you for the request! <3

⸻ fluffy tingyun headcanons

↳ pairing: tingyun x fem!reader

↳ content: fem!reader. slight spoilers, but nothing major. darling as a pet name. pda. tingyun being clingy lol. fluff <3

tingyun is busy — she's the amicassador for the sky-faring commission, after all. she normally doesn't mind the workload, but when it tears her away from you and keeps you apart for long stretches of time? oh, then she hates it.

she can be pretty clingy without meaning to — especially when she's just come back from a trip. the second she sees you again after being away, she's engulfing you in a hug and nuzzling her cheek against yours. talks about how much she missed you and how miserable she was without her darling next to her — and while it comes off as embellished, it's anything but. for as much time she spent on work, she spent equal amounts of time counting down the days until she could see you again.

loves pda! of course, she can't be hanging all over you in public (she does, for better or worse, have an image to uphold), but that doesn't mean she abstains from touching you entirely. loves holding your hand, linking arms with you, and giving you kisses on the cheek. also has a bit of a habit of touching her nose to yours — "foxian habit," she says.

tingyun absolutely loves cuddling with you. whenever you two are in private, she loves curling up by your side and laying her head on your chest — especially when she's had a particularly stressful day. please pet her ears while she rests on you; it's the only thing that'll help (or so she says).

but she also likes the reverse! runs her fingers through your hair when you lay on her chest or her lap; finds it super cute if you fall asleep like that.

she'll also let you rest on her tail — but only you, because you're just so special. ♡

likes spoiling you and will oftentimes end up buying you things that she thinks you'd like when she's out. jewelry, clothes, foods — anything that catches her eye, she'll buy (and get wrapped up in a cute box) and give you the next time you're together. this goes double for when she visits other planets and gets a chance to sightsee before having to go back to her duties.

has definitely commissioned you a bracelet that matches hers.

likes taking you with her to the sleepless earl for tea when she has a significant amount of free time. she'll tell you all kinds of stories while you share a drink — the most recent planet she went to; the things that happened there and the people she met; the strange train-shaped ship she passed on the way back...

has often thought about taking you with her on her travels; she's also told you as much, as well. if she wasn't worried she'd get in trouble with yukong, she would — so, she makes do with the occasional starskiff ride around the xianzhou alliance.

always seems to find a way to bring you up in a conversation — she just has to tell everyone that she has the cutest girlfriend in the entire expanse of space. she tells you the same thing — that, out of every planet she's been to, that you're the prettiest and most beautiful girl she's ever seen. the words sound just as flowery as anything else that comes out of her mouth, but she truly means it when she says so.

she just loves you so, so much. ♡

[siddyyyyyyyy]

University Romance

Johnny 'Soap' McTavish x female!Reader

this is part two to: University Romance, part three

Wc: ~2.1 k

warnings: none, no y/n used, 'crazy' chemistry professor Soap, Johnny and Reader are about the same age, the name of the university is fictional

summary: You and Johnny are two professors at a university, and he often catches you working late in your office. Also, you're just really good friends and there's probably more to it.

a/n: a lot of cringe in here and just yapping, I'm pretty sure I will make a third part to it and see how it goes. Have fun!

Redcrest High Academy, Wednesday 9:00 AM

Okay... maybe, hopefully, they haven't heard of these ridiculous assumptions from his students. First semester, they're still pretty young, stupid, and still have to get used to being in a university. Of course they will assume something like this, their frontal lobe hasn't even developed completely yet, has it? Is it even such a big deal to be mistaken as a couple?

»Stupid boom box...« Johnny mutters under his breath, making you confused at the same time.

»Carl, boom box; he asked if we were married. And I'm pretty sure he is the one who came up with all these rumors.« He adds, clarifying your confusion and making up a theory at the same time.

»Oh, so we should just have a talk with him, and then it's done.«

»No! It's too late!«

He surprises you by taking this situation so seriously. There must be something else.

»Okay, that's a bit dramatic, don't you think?«

He sighs out dramatically once more and throws his head back, eventually taking you by your shoulders and shaking you lightly.

»You don't get it! Soon, everyone will know, and I don't-«

The door swings open and, Kyle stands there, papers in his hand while his other still holds the doorknob. You're both looking over to him, Johnny having a rather stressed expression on his face. Kyle looks between the two of you, staying still in his spot while the silence stretches out.

»Am I interrupting something?« The physics professor breaks the silence, a faint smirk on his lips. Johnny almost squeezes your shoulders in a death grip before he lets go, being still a bit out of the wind.

»No! Of course not, what's up?« He answers almost too quickly and puts his hands on his hips, focused on Kyle and trying really hard to pretend nothing happened.

Kyle takes a small step back, closing the door just a tad bit but keeps his eyes on you both.

»I can also come in later if I was a bother. No worries.« He clarifies, earning a look from you both. He waves the stack of papers in his free hand, ready to just close the door and leave from the lack of response from the two of you.

»Wait, no, Kyle— you can just give me the papers and...« Johnny steps to him and takes the papers, glancing down at them before he looks to Kyle once more.

»Do you think we're married?« He asks, having a serious look on his face while awaiting Kyles answer. Kyle smrik widens, pretending to think he meant him and Johnny, instead the two of you.

»Aren't you guys something?« He asks back and points between you both, making you look away and regret every life decision that led to this. Johnny's eyes widen, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he dramatically puts his hand over his face.

»Thanks, Kyle.« Johnny mutters before he closes the door right on his face. He looks back to you, seeing you still feeling mostly confused about the dramatics of Johnny, and why he seems to be more exasperated than the first time he learnt about the sun exploding in about five billion years.

You sigh out softly, talking in a calmer tone.

»Why are you so upset about this? Did I miss something, or are you really just dramatic?«

He looks to you and tries to find his words, placing the stack of papers down on his desk before he leans against it.

»I just don't get why they think we are a couple... I mean, sure, I check up on your lectures sometimes and talk about you; I make sure you don't fall asleep in your office or overwork yourself, we spend our breaks together... But that doesn't mean we're married.«

You listen to him but get hung up in his words, holding your hand up for him to stop rambling.

»What did you just say?«

»We spend our breaks together?« He guesses, making you shake your head and ask again.

»No, before that.« You wait for him to repeat his words, being unsure if you heard him right.

»That I make sure you don't fall asleep here? What is it that I said?«

He makes you roll your eyes at him as he guesses again, putting both hands up and gesturing to him more impatiently.

»No, before that.«

He purses his lips, unsure if he should say it again or just somehow ignore the question, realising he said too much earlier. His lack of response makes you cross your arms and silently demand him to answer you finally. Johnny relents a moment later, sighing out sheepishly as he rubs the back of his neck.

»Okay, okay, I talk about you in class, but that has nothing to do with this.« He finally admits and leans back against his desk more while avoiding eye contact. It seems like you have got him caught in something, and this explains a lot. You don't even want to know what other stuff his students have assumed, but you are also curious about what exactly he talks about in his lectures, considering he should be teaching them chemistry.

»Just- okay... Maybe that's why your students assume that.« You sigh out, having no motivation to be upset about him. At least there's someone to blame now, and it's Johnny. »And maybe you should actually teach them about chemicals instead of... whatever you are doing.« You add to, making him rub the back of his neck. It's clear he feels embarrassed if not ashamed about it. Maybe he was this dramatic all the time, because he knew he is at fault. But then again, he doesn't make sense as he said he doesn't want anyone to know.

»Look, let's just say nothing about it. Everything is normal for now, no one suspects a thing. But if your fathere finds out...« He takes a deep breath and shakes his head faintly. »He's gonna kill me.«

He finishes off, once again with fantastic dramatics.

»Wait, what about my dad? I thought you two were good friends.«

But before he could answer you, the bell rings and signals the beginning of the next lectures. He ushers you both out of his office, guiding you back to your lecture hall, since it's next to his, waving you goodbye before stepping into his class.

He's strange.

Once Johnny enters the lecture, he is greeted by the many faces of his students and one particular student speaks up. Before he could say word though, Johnny puts his hand up to silence everyone.

»I'm not gonna answer your stupid question, but we're gonna make coloured fire!«

----

Office of your own, Wednesday 8:53 PM

It took you exactly four coffees to stay awake and distract yourself from today's events. And completing your work early on again. Your students are going to be happy to receive their assignments back early, but will probably feel concerned too. Also, you're staying late in your office again, on accident. But now that your work is done and there's nothing else to do before the next day, you decided to look through your old pictures back from your early twenties.

It felt nice just studying and living at your parents house at that time, where you weren't plagued to actually do adult stuff. But the memories are nice, seeing how much fun you had most of the time, how different your style was, the fun things you could do with your friends... how lovely Johnny stared at you? Is the caffeine catching up?

You go on that picture again, your whole friendgroup from the different classes of the university at a park, it being sunny, and making the photo look even more nostalgic. Another look at Johnny confirms his stare. Whenever he isn't occupied with something in these photos, he is most likely looking your way with a soft, almost fond, expression.

A rhythmic knock pulls you out of your train of thoughts, looking to the door that opens up. Again, Johnny walks in, most likely to force you out of this room once more.

»Wow, that's a big stack of papers. Did you do all this?« He points to all the work you've done today on the desk, approaching you at the same time.

»No, the friendly poltergeist did it.«

He smiles at the sarcastic response and huffs out amused. Once he's close enough to your desk, he leans arms against your desk, inspecting the papers. While he does that, you go on to sort through them once more, standing up while doing so.

He watches your hands work, helping out a bit at the same time. Eventually, the stack of papers are neatly sorted out, going into your bag for the next lecture.

»Damn, I look good... looked good, at least.« He speaks up, eyeing the screen of your computer while leaning over your desk a little more. It seems like you forgot to turn your computer off as he came in, quickly closing the tab with the photos now. He groans as you closed the tab, looking back to you.

»Why'd you have that open? For motivation?«

He tilts his head at you, waiting for your answer, with a subtle smirk.

»Did you know dentures used to be made out of dead soldier's teeth?«

You try to distract him, it working as he blinks and grimaces at your fun fact. He leans off your desk and you take the opppurtunity to finally turn your computer off. Johnny takes a small breath, pointing at you with his finger.

»I really wish I didn't know that.«

----

Redcrest High Academy, Friday 12:02 PM

Johnny has thought a lot about you. Since he saw these pictures on your screen, he can't help but think back to your college and university years. It was fun being in that friend group, there was always something to laugh at and the hangout's were truly something else. He lost count of how many drunk black-outs he had already, how many times he pulled all-nighters to study, and how many times he tried to ask you out. If he only had the courage... if he weren't that hesitant, he is sure you two were indeed married by now.

But he remembers that time his friends and him hung out at your place for the first time, just before your university years as students started. Your house was rather big with two floors and a back yard. At that time of the summer, you used your back yard to grill and hang out at. He can remember how surprised he was when he saw how pretty it was, not having expected much. But that positive surprise surely died down quickly when your dad came by to help with the grill.

He looked intimidating then, a few inches taller than himself and looking rather rough. But then again, that small scare flew by once your dad introduced himself and finally smiled politely.

John Price, or 'mister Price' as how he calls him, even now. He knew he'd need to make a good impression on him and didn't drink as much as usual, trying to talk to your dad a little more. Of course, it was that same evening when your friends found out about his profession, or at least just knew that he was an SAS-soldier not too long ago. A captain as well.

At that point, he knew he probably had no real chance with you. He knew, if he fucked up, there's a whole SAS-team after him. So, he settled on just being good friends with you, mostly because of your father and his own fear of rejection.

Your father, on the other hand, befriended himself quickly with Johnny, having chatted about explosives most of the time in that same evening. He was sure Johnny and your friends were nice, not having anything against those.

You invited Johnny over more frequently, having had late study sessions, talking with your father about different stuff, and also more grill parties with your friend group. You could say your father became more fund of Johnny with time, having made more jokes and teases than necessary about you two.

»When are you marrying, son?«

He really wanted to ignore that question the first time your father asked him that. But he couldn't, and really tried his best to find the correct answer to it, but also not lie.

»We aren't together, sir.«

John waves a dismissive hand at him, huffing out lightly.

»Please, I've seen how you look at her. Don't waste your time before she finds someone else... and stop with the formalities. I told you that already.«

After a small pep talk from your father, he had some more courage to be closer to you, but still not enough to ask you out.

For some reason, it was harder than it looked like.

Even now, as your both fully grown adults and working together, he can't just walk up to you and propose something as a date. But now, with everyone thinking you are engaged, it might be the perfect oppurtunity to finally ask you out.

a/n: wow, again a cliffhanger, who would have thought!1!1! I hope you enjoyed it, I'm working on two fics right now, so I can't say when the next part is coming out. Probably soon.

[littlespacereader]

A Trip To The Grocery Store

Caregiver! Castiel & Little! Dean Winchester (Completely SFW)

Tags: Discovery of regression, stuffies, sippy cups, hand holding, hugs,

Nicknames: Darling, little hunter

(Created this because I’m in the process of trying to get my hands on a sippy cup without my family knowing😣. Please enjoy this adorable story!)

Dean, who’s usually the driver, was now the passenger of Castiel’s car. How the angel learned how to drive was beyond him.

It had been a few days without a hunt meaning the three were spending a lot of time in the bunker. Sam had insisted someone go to the grocery store since the bunker was become sparse with food.

But since Baby was getting some work done in the garage, Castiel suggest they take his car. Under normal circumstances Dean would insisted they wait till he fixed his car. But the food was getting low…and Castiel said he could put his music on…

So here the two sat, driving to the grocery store closest to the bunker. Since they were out in the middle of no where, the grocery store didn’t see many people and was more low key. That’s what made this store Dean’s personal favorite.

When Sam suggest a trip to the grocery store Dean was all for the idea. They had been in close quarters to each other for a while now and it was starting to show. Some fresh air and alone time was just what Dean needed to rest himself…expect Castiel invited himself to come along.

That under normal circumstances would’ve been fine, but this wasn’t normal circumstances. Since the three had been working long and hard hours on this hunt Dean’s had little to no time to regress. He would sit at one of the tables all day researching along with Sam.

Eventually he would either retire to his bed and be too exhausted to regress or simply fall asleep at the table on top of all his papers.

As the research dragged on into the late night hours he could feel himself getting more frustrated and annoyed by tiny things, add on fighting his regression and you’ve got a recipe for disaster.

It wasn’t like he could tell Sam or Cas about it…they wouldn’t understand…or at least that’s what Dean reasoned himself to think. He was the tough one of the group. The badass hero with a cool car. How would even begin to explain to Cas or Sam that sometimes he’d like to cuddle up with a stuffed animal and fall asleep with a pacifier in his mouth?

For Dean it started long ago, back when Sam had moved out and went to college and he was alone with an occasional visit from his father. The loneliness started to eat away at him but regression saved him, finally giving him the childhood that was stolen from him.

He was good, very good at hiding his little gear. Not that he had much, just a stuffed animal dog and a pacifier he bought online. Other than that had nothing. But he was fine with that. He loved to sit in front of the tv and watch Scooby-Doo for hours. Man, that dog is hilarious!

But getting back to the present, he wasn’t too thrilled to have company on this shopping trip. Not when he was already so stressed out because of the case and not with his regression eagerly waiting to take over.

He would be fine, just a little shopping trip and then they would head back to the bunker. Maybe he could say he wasn’t feeling well and take the night to himself?

They parked the car and the two stepped out, looking at the grocery store.

“Do we have a list or are we making it up as we go along?” Dean ask.

Cas dig around in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, “Sam gave me a list of essentials we needed.”

Dean rolled his eyes and smirked. Of course Sam gave Cas the list, knowing full well he would follow it to the T…unlike Dean.

“Alright, let’s get this over with.” With that the two walked into the grocery store. Both of them grabbed a basket and started making their way to the produce section.

Cas went over and started putting some fruit in his basket while Dean went over to the apples. As he was putting some in his basket he noticed the display next to it, caramel dipping sauce for the apples. Now that sounds nice! Cut apples with caramel to dip it in!

He reached and grabbed the container, but was stopped before putting it in his basket. Castiel held Dean’s wrist stopping him from getting he sugary goodness.

“Cas? What the hell?” Dean tested his strength, trying to pull his arm back.

“This isn’t good for you. What’s the point of eating something healthy like an apple if you ruin it with something unhealthy like caramel?” Castiel explained.

“What are you some sort of health freak now?” Dean asked but only received the same plain stubborn look from Castiel.

“Alright,” he said giving up on the caramel dip. “You know I’m an adult that can buy something unhealthy if I so please.”

Castiel didn’t say a word, he just gave Dean a look and placed the dip back. Dean didn’t know what was worse, him saying something back to that or him not saying anything at all. But there absolutely no way Cas could ever know…right?

No, there was no way. Dean was wayyyyy too good at hiding his regression and his two little items. Yeah…no way…no way at all…

The shopping trip continued, only Dean was getting more and more bored with the mundaneness of the trip.

Castiel lead the way through the store picking and choosing things to put in both his and Dean’s basket. Occasionally Dean would add his two cents to the choices. But as the shopping trip dragged on longer, Dean felt his fight against regression slipping away.

“Dean,” Castiel said breaking Dean out of his thoughts. “Could you go to the next aisle over and grab the white bread? We must’ve passed it.” Castiel asked as he looked over the list.

“Yeah of course.” Good, some time away to recollect himself and get his regression under control. So with a deep breath Dean made his way through the aisle.

He turned down the bread, grabbed the white bread Sam and him have been eating for years and walked back out, heading back to Cas. But there was a couple looking for something in the aisle, but being the annoying people they were, they decided to stand in the middle of the aisle blocking anyone from passing.

Of course Dean could’ve just asked them to move out of the way. But with his headspace teetering he didn’t feel like interacting with anyone. So he just turned around and turned down a different aisle.

But the aisle he turned down didn’t help his regression at all.

The baby aisle. Filled to the brim with toys, stuffie, bottles and more for infants. And while Dean wasn’t a baby physically, he definitely was one mentally. The sight of all the supplies instantly started to make him regress. He walked down the aisle slowly taking in the sight of everything.

He walked past the stuffies, admiring all the different animals. But he couldn’t bring himself to getting another one and hurting his dog stuffie Ozzy’s feelings.

He slowly walked past the toys, making sure he saw every single one incase there was a Scooby-Doo one. With no mystery machine toy in sight he continued his browsing. He walked past the pacifiers, they were too tiny for him anyway.

But what stopped him all together was the sippy cups. He eyed the different cups all different shapes, sizes and patterns. One stuck out to him the most, a blue sippy cup with a dinosaur pattern.

He could definitely drink out of one of these and it would be so comforting! He’s been spilling drinks on himself while regressed which was starting to become a problem but something like this would stop it. Plus it’s would be easy to hide with his other stuff.

“I think the fire engine one is nice.” Castiel said suddenly appearing next to Dean.

Dean jumped so badly he dropped his basket on the ground. A blush rose across his face as he scrambled to pick up the basket. He started fighting myself to sound and act like his normal adult self.

“I was just cutting through this aisle to get back to you,” he tried to cover up.

“Which one were you looking at?” Castiel asked not taking his eyes off the different sippy cups.

“I-I wasn’t looking at any one of them. I was just browsing on my way past.“

“Which one did you want?” Castiel turned towards Dean whose face was getting more and more pink with blush.

“I don’t want one. Why would I want one? I don’t have a kid that needs it.”

“Dean, you’re the kid that needs.” Castiel said so plainly as if it wasn’t a big deal. But his words struck a cord deep down inside Dean.

The world seem to freeze with that statement, so plain yet so true. The words seemed to hang in the air for a moment as the Angel and Hunter stared at each other.

The regression won against Dean as his eyes started to get red with tears, “No…No I’m not.” He tried to deny, so scared of anyone truly knowing.

Castiel put his basket down and closed the distance between himself and Dean. He pulled Dean into a hug. Dean didn’t reciprocate at first, too shocked by the gesture. But eventually he gave in, wrapping his arms around Cas. His head resides on his shoulder as the two just held each other for a moment.

Finally Dean broke the silence, “How do you know?” He asked softly breaking apart.

“When I brought your soul back from hell I looked into your past. I saw your childhood and your need for regression. I saw the few times you felt safe enough to actually regress. I even saw when you got your stuffed animal Ozzy.” Castiel explain causin Dean to blush even more and look away.

“But most importantly I saw how important regression was to you and how much it helped you through the years. Ever since then I’ve done my research on regression and have been watching out for whenever I could sense you were starting to regress.” Castiel said proud as ever.

“My guardian angel,” Dean said with a small smile.

Castiel smiled as well, “Well…yeah. Your guardian angel.”

He took one of Dean’s hands into his own, “I want you to know that your regression is such an amazing thing about you Dean. You should be getting yourself the things you want and need for when you’re feeling smaller.”

Dean looked up at Castiel, “But-“

“I won’t judge you Dean. I never have and I never will. It doesn’t make you weak or strange to need an escape. You shouldn’t be ashamed of it. I’m happy you have a healthy copping mechanism like this, rather than drinking yourself to death like you used to. I’m proud of you for regressing when you need.”

Dean just stared at Castiel in total disbelief. No one has ever known but now he knew and he was…so understanding. And despite knowing all this time he never once treated Dean differently, always still respecting him.

Dean had always been the one taking care of and protect those around him, especially Sam. But now it brought a warm comfort to Dean knowing all this time Castiel had been looking out for him.

Castiel leaned forward and wiped a few stray tears away, “Now, I want you to tell me which one of these cup you were looking at before.” He squeezed Dean’s hand in his.

Dean turned towards the cups once more. This big reveal and acceptance was great and all, but at the same time it was a bit overwhelming. With his headspace in full swing now he just pointed to the dinosaur cup.

“The dinosaur one?” Castiel asked as he pulled it off the shelf.

Dean nodded, holding onto his hand tighter. “I like dinos.”

“Then we’ll add it to our cart…or basket.” Castiel said realizing they didn’t have a cart. Dean giggled at his silliness.

Castiel looked down the aisle at the stuffed animals, “What about another one of those?” He lead the way, pulling Dean along.

“But-I can’t. Ozzy will get jealous.” He tried to explain.

Castiel smiled hearing the cute reasoning, “Ozzy won’t get jealous. He knows that he’s always going to be your favorite. It might be nice to get him a friend to keep him company when you’re not with him.”

Suddenly it was as if Cas turned on a light bulb, it all made sense. “Yeah…you’re right.” Dean nodded.

“Now who do you think would make a good friend to Ozzy?”

Dean turned and carefully browsed the shelves until he spotted it, a stuffie of a beagle. He picked up off the shelf. Her fur was super flat and the ear were long and flat. Upon feeling the ears they had something inside of them that made a crinkly noice. She was perfect!

“I think I’m gonna get her.” Dean said holding her out for Castiel to see.

“Wow! She’s beautiful. What a great choice darling.” Castiel praised, making Dean blush.

“All she needs is a name,” Cas pointed out.

Well if Ozzy was named after Ozzy Osborn then there was really only one name that made sense.

“Sharon.” Of course named after Ozzy Osborn’s wife.

Castiel smiled, the reference flying over his head. “Sharon’s a great name Dean.” He leaned down and shook the dog’s paw. “It’s so nice to meet you Sharon.”

Dean giggled again. Castiel really is the silliest.

“Alright, we have just a couple more things to grab and then we’ll head back to the bunker and get you settled for the night. Sound good?” Castiel asked.

Dean nodded his head and resisted the urge to put his fingers on his mouth. Thankfully holding Cas’ hand with one hand and holding onto the basket with the other prevented him from doing so. Castiel thought of that…didn’t he?

But what Castiel didn’t think of, was how bad of an idea it is to take a regressed Dean down the potato chip aisle, which also happens to be the candy aisle. Dean quickly let go of Castiel’s hand and ran down the aisle to the fruit snack. There he grabbed a box of his favorite, the Scooby-Doo ones of course.

“Can we get a box?” Dean asked bringing it over to Cas.

“These don’t look very healthy…”

Dean gave his best puppy dog eyes, “Please.”

Despite all the powers he had being an angel, even he was no match for an adorable face like that.

Castiel smiled, “Alright, put it in your basket.”

“Yes!!”

Castiel picked up some snacks Sam asked for off the list while Dean would bring him different candies and ask if he could have each one. It was a no most of the time, despite Dean’s best efforts.

After the snack aisle the two went down the paper goods aisle to grab some extra toilet paper and paper towels. As Cas was looking over the different selections, he could tell Dean was starting to get bored of the shopping trip.

“Are we done yet?” He asked with a little whine.

“Almost darling just two more things.” Castiel replied.

Dean’s head lifted up hearing the sweet nickname again. A small blush crept across his face once more.

“Hi, can I help you two with anything?” A store employee walking by asked the two.

Immediately, despite being taller than Cas, Dean almost tried to hide himself behind the shorter man, shy as ever. It was an adorable sight to Cas who never thought he’d see the day Dean of all people would be shy.

“We’re fine thank you.” Cas quickly replied.

“Let me know if you need anything.” And with that the employee left.

Dean let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding the moment the employee left. He looked over at Cas to see a smirk across his face causing the Winchester to blush more and look away.

“I think that’s it,” Castiel said looking over the list to double check. “Let’s go back home.” He could notice the small signs of Dean starting to get more and more tired. A nap in the car was definitely needed for the little hunter.

The two made their way to the checkout. The cashier immediately caught eyes with Dean. She started to trying to flirt with him but just like before he stayed close to Castiel letting him do the talking.

Finally they were out of the grocery store and back at the car. Before he started to unload the cart, Castiel first settled Dean in the front seat.

He buckled him in and handed him his dog stuffed animal, “Here Darling, we can’t forget Sharon now can we?”

He happily took it and smiled back at Castiel. “Cas,” Dean grabbed his hand before he walked away. He looked up at him and smiled, looking more relaxed than he has been in a very long time. “Thank you.”

Castiel smiled back, squeezing Dean’s hand in his, “You don’t need to thank me. I’m just happy to see you so happy and comfortable.”

Dean looked down, as if he wasn’t sure if he should ask something. But after a moment he looked back up at Castiel. “You’ve always been looking after me.”

“That’s right.”

“Could you keep looking after me? Even after today, when I regress again?” Dean nervously asked.

Castiel smiled and squeezed Dean’s hand reassuringly him, “I would be honored to.”

Dean smiled back and relaxed. All the pent up nervousness leaving him once more.

With one last squeeze Castiel reluctantly let go of Dean’s hand. “I’m going to pack up the car real fast and then maybe on the way home you can take a nap.” Cas said, caught Dean yawning and rubbing his eyes when they were checking out.

“I don’t need a nap,” he heard Dean call from behind him.

Castiel loaded the trunk up with their groceries. When he rounded the car to the front seat he could see Dean’s head bobbing as he fought against sleeping.

But once the car started up and the began their journey back to the bunker he eventually felt Dean’s head pressed against his shoulder. Castiel just smiled to himself and adored the little hunter sleeping soundly beside him.

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INSOMNIAS

So hi everyone, it's been a while since I wrote something here.

Well thanks to the stress, the sleep's apprehension and my stupid mind, here's another one !

Careful this text mentions suidical thoughts.

PS : I'm so tired I edited my text with the french page setting. I'm a lost cause.

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On nights like these, Jason feels as miserable as a lost cause.

Awake despite everything he tries, and God know how much does, he just sit there in the dark ; anable to find the rest he desesperatly needs.

It's been weeks since he tasted a peaceful sleep. Truth be told, his mind cannot remember the last time he experimented this simple but out of touch joy. This pleasure of seeing nothing, feeling nothing, being nothing except a body, still and asleep.

Right now he would give anything and trade anything to grasp this once more. However no God bothers to grant his wish. His body and mind left with the awful sensation of exhaustion and the conviction that they'll never find rest again.

A pathetic and discrete cry escapes his lips as he punches his head, tired. Sleep. Just sleep. All his muscles are heavy, too heavy for him to support them anymore. Sleep. Fucking sleep.

He tried relaxation, music, reading, walking, all he could do but none of it worked. 

As he painfully lift his head to watch the night outside, stars and moon laughing at his failed attempts, he wonders if dying wouldn't be his only way out. Someone like him can't take this hell, not after all the pain, the horrors and the guilt he went through. 

If I cut myself open... Will I finally be able to rest ?

An escape made for a coward like him.

Resigned, his head falls back between his hands. They are cold and weak. Jason looks at them in the shadows of the night and nausea crawls inside his stomach. 

If I die... Can it finally stops ?

Another cry find the way out of his throat. And his fists punch his head again. 

— Jason ?

A soft voice and warm fingers beside him break the silence. He stays still while a body holds his. 

— ... I can't go on like... Sal'... I... Fuck.

Let me sleep. Please. Anyone.

Behind him, the man who closes his arms around his shaking body put kisses on the pale skin. 

— I am here for you. I am here with you, Jason. 

— Why can't I... 

Finally tears run, fast and salty, against his cheeks. Salim doesn't add another word, he just holds him tighter and confort his lover with all of his strength. No question, no jugdment, nothing except his reasuring aura.

Jason leans in. His breaking point is close, so close that he can touch it in the back of this mind, but at least Salim is there to keep him alive. 

It is not much, of course it ain't, yet it means everything for him on these nights.

He suddenly remembers that he is loved and dying would destroy this beautiful and fragile hope of getting better one day.

And so even if the sleep won't come, even if the suffocating feeling is unberable, he can still fight for Salim. He can still stay alive just for him. 

THE END