#if i had the energy to laugh i would burst to tears but my sickness prevents me from that

[ethanharmonia]

Most normalest family in history

This is just some crap i came up with days ago but never wanted to finish, but now that i havemy motivation back, i offer you this, uh. Yeah. Night👬

[soft-mafia]

Sore Throat[Buggy x Reader]

warnings: fem reader, fem y/n, blowjobs, face-fucking, smut, nsfw, sick Buggy

a/n: just a short smut shot :3

When Buggy is sick, he acts like he’s on his deathbed. It doesn’t matter if it’s just the common flu, or a scratchy throat, or a mild headache, anyone would think he was suffering through a deadly illness.

“Y/n.” Buggy croaked out in a hoarse voice, “Lay down with me.”

Y/n sighed and laid next to him, snuggling against his chest. She had just given him an ice pack to lay over his forehead to help with his temperature, she gently patted his chest, “You’re gonna be fine, Buggy.” She said to him sweetly, “Mohjis taking over for the day until you start feeling better.” He was completely naked, the only thing covering up his manhood was the blankets, he hadn’t left the bed at all ever since he started showing signs of sickness. Well, except when he would detach parts of his body if he needed to grab something or use the bathroom.

Buggy gently held Y/n’s arm as she curled up with him, he sniffled loudly, then groaned as he tilted his head back, “I feel awful.” He grumbled. Y/n couldn’t help but giggle as she readjusted the ice pack on his forehead, “I’ll make you some soup later.”

“I don’t want soup.” Buggy frowned.

Y/n looked up at him, “What do you want then?” She stroked his jaw, grazing her fingertips against his stubble, “More ice?”

Buggy placed a hand to his chin, “Hmmm… No, no…” he thought out loud, then grinned, “I can think of one thing that can ease my nerves.” Y/n couldn’t help but roll her eyes and sit up on her elbows, leaning over his chest as she looked down at him.

“Buggy, we can’t have sex when you’re sick.” She stated, to which he growled, his neck detaching so his head could float upwards and he could look down at her without having to move his body from being sprawled out on the bed.

“WHY NOT?!” He shouted at her with a slightly nasally voice due to his nose being clogged. “Because you’re sick!!” Y/n grabbed his head and forced it back down on the pillow, squishing his cheeks together.

Buggy gripped her wrists, continuing to shout, “Just because I’m sick doesn’t mean I don’t have needs!!” He wiggled his head away from Y/n’s grasp, then whined at her, “How about you just suck me off? Just this once, I’ll be fine I promise!” The ice pack was starting to slump down from his forehead, however Y/n quickly laid his head back down and readjusted it, knowing if it fell he would start complaining even more.

“Ok.” She grumbled, “Fine.” With a sigh, she moved to lay in the space between his legs, tossing the blanket to the side to reveal his thick cock, which was already hard. Once it was uncovered it bobbed up, nearly hitting Y/n in the face. Buggy giggled softly when he saw that. She grasped his shaft in her hand and he let out a low grunt, laying his head back against the pillows. “Does this feel good?” She cooed to him, pumping his cock slowly, his pelvis twitched and he couldn’t help but buck his hips upwards just slightly.

He nodded, groaning as he looked back down at her. Y/n slowly took his tip in her mouth, licking her tongue over the slit before sliding her mouth down further and further until her nose was pressed up against that fluffy blue bush of his. Buggy’s hand instantly flew to the back of her head, making her gasp lightly as he began to move her head up and down. He let out rhythmic grunts, groans and other noises of pleasure, he spread his legs wider as he continued to make Y/n suck his cock, bringing her deeper and going faster until he was fully fucking her face.

He held either side of her face, gripping it firmly as he bucked his hips up in tandem with bringing her head down on him. Y/n’s soft gags and moans around his dick drove him crazy, giving him a burst energy. “See? I’m doing just fine.” Buggy laughed in between huffs of pleasure. Y/n whimpered on his cock as a response, looking up at him with fluttering, tearful eyes.

“Oh, what was that? Too much for you?” Buggy teased, a wicked grin on his face, he then pulled her face back, making her gasp once his cock popped out of her mouth. Y/n’s lips were flushed and slightly swollen, her mouth gaped as she caught her breath, continuing to look up at him with bedroom eyes, “B-Buggy…”

Buggy guided Y/n with his floating hands, “Lean back, baby.”

Again, Buggy was too lazy to get up and move, but he could easily maneuver Y/n anyway he wanted by detaching his body parts. He held her legs open after pulling her pants and panties off, his cock floated over to her entrance and the tip grazed against her clit. Y/n trembled, then leaned her head back and moaned, “Buggyy…” she mewled.

He grunted deeply when he thrusted his cock all the way inside, a deep growl leaving his throat as he began to plow rough into her, he kept her legs spread wide open, watching her from his place as if he was getting a front view show— which he technically was, but he was feeling everything.

“See? See, I’m sick and I’m fucking you just right!” He said in a hoarse voice through pants and grunts. He tilted his head back again, water rolling down his face from the ice that was slowly melting in the ice pack. Y/n moaned in response, makeup running down her face as her eyes rolled back. Seeing her fucked out expression made Buggy even more hard, his abdomen clenched, letting him know he was so close to an orgasm.

He panted heavily, beginning to tire out as his movements slowed, only slightly though as he was still keeping up a good pace. Y/n trembled around him as she came, moaning out his name in the way that always drove him crazy.

“Who’s your captain?” Buggy groaned, using a little bit more of his energy to speed up his cock again, “Who owns this pussy?!”

“Y-You!” Y/n groaned out, her entire body trembling, her upper half falling back on the bed as her arms could no longer keep herself up. She was panting and moaning heavily.

That had Buggy spilling over the edge, watching her laying back with him holding her legs up in the air, her pussy swallowing him whole— it sent a rush through his body that went straight to his cock, then splurted out inside of her. They both were breathing heavily.

Not too long after, Buggy was groaning, his hands falling down on the bed along with Y/n’s legs, letting them fall over his thighs. That splitting migraine came back again, and now his stomach was starting to hurt due to all of that pressure moments ago. “Oh crap, I don’t feel so good.”

Y/n groaned and rolled her eyes, sitting up on her elbows, “Not so hot now huh? Told you so.” She sniffled, “Damn it I think you’re starting to get me sick now.”

[suyaaachin]

ALMOST

if you will ask me what is the most tragic word, I would say almost, why? because...

nanami x reader

warnings: angst, blood, death, m*hito

blood.

screaming.

people.

curses.

y/n!

Nanami can be seen panting and frantically looking everywhere, looking for the h/c headed female.

he's worried sick, it's been a few hours since they last saw each other in this war and he's worried for the state of the woman right now.

"darling, please be safe and don't die on me." he thought.

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grunt.

panting.

blood.

Nanami..

Mahito.

"bitch." you thought as you grip your sword tightly in your right hand, your left hand can be seen few meters from you as you cutted it before mahito's curse spreads in your whole body.

your bloodied body, limp legs and arm continued to fight the blue haired curse.

"if I'm gonna die right now, I'll be sure to drag your corpse with me in hell." you laugh maniacally, eventually coughing blood.

"for someone who's about to die you sure are full of energy huh, got someone who keeps you going?" the curse taunts you as you recall the faces of your loved ones, Nanami's face shows in your mind lastly.

"yeah, and I'm willing to protect them no matter what!" you screams, "I don't wanna do this, I know I'm gonna die but not that painful, geez."

you form a summoning stunt, your blue curse energy turning red, then black.

"I told you, didn't I? If I'm gonna die,"

you smirks.

"you're coming with me."

a burst of energy surrounds you as you chant,

"hollow death."

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everyone felt that, even Gojo who's still in the shadow realm.

"she actually used it, huh. I guess it's a see you later, y/n, though you could've waited for your favorite senpai to be unsealed before going." Gojo let out a pained laugh as he closed his eyes, ignoring the pain in his chest, "greet the others for me."

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"y/n! where are you!?" Nanami screamed, looking for any signs of the female.

"no, no, no, that's not her, please Kamisama not her, please." Nanami prayed, hoping any God would listen to his pleas.

finally spotting a familiar h/c woman, Nanami rushes to where you are, "y/n! no, no, no! why did you use it!"

Nanami asks, tears forming in his water line knowing that he was too late, "no, darling, my love, please don't leave me.." he pleaded.

with every remaining strength you have, you open your eyes, wanting the image of your beloved be the last view you'll have before you take your last breath.

"Kento… forgive me," you started, tears already falling from your bloodied face, "we almost got married, we almost had a happy life, I almost became a Mrs. Nanami," at this point you're both a sobbing mess, you continues, "we almost…we almost become a parents, you almost become a father, I almost become a mother,"

"no, no, no, please no more, the others are on their way, they will heal you,"

Instead of stopping you continued,

"we almost had a child. I'm so sorry, Kento, it's my responsibility to protect life but I failed to protect the one we created." you cry.

"y/n, love, please hang on."

"I'm tired, Kento. will you let me go?" you ask calmly, starting to feel numb and sleepy.

"I love you, y/n. wait for me okay, maybe in that life all of our almost will finally come true."

"I'll be waiting then, I love you, so much. don't come here too soon okay?" you laugh and kiss him one last time before succumbing into the darkness.

"see you later, my love."

[violetsandfluff]

Sniffles & Snuggles

wc~about 700

a/n: i remastered one of my old writings that was painfully rushed.

“Baby,” Shawn whispered as he climbed into bed beside you. “I’m home.”

Your foggy head was convinced that it was a dream until you felt the mattress dip beside you as Shawn joined atop the covers. He was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants for maximal comfort while traveling, doubling as pajamas when he finally returned home.

Your eyes fluttered open and you rolled over, melting into the embrace you hadn’t felt for weeks. The sound of his heartbeat filled your ears, and the warmth of his body encapsulated you. It was half past two when he got home, too early to be morning and too late to be night.

Your morning was spent completing light tasks like folding laundry and straightening up the bedroom to occupy your mind. Around lunchtime, the dull ache in the back of your head and throat became too much to ignore. Your bed and a fuzzy blanket had been your best friends for the remainder of the day as your symptoms progressed into an undesirable discomfort. There was an irritating tickle in the back of your throat, and your breath felt muggy and aggravating against your upper lip. The only thing to make you feel better was to read old texts from Shawn until you finally fell into a fitful sleep.

“Are you feeling alright, baby? You’re hot to the touch.”

“Hmm?” you hummed, instinctively leaning into his cold hand when it came to rest on your forehead.

“Are you sick, honey?” he asked again, his brows knitting in concern as he felt the heat radiating from your body.

“Maybe,” you whimpered, avoiding his soft, compassionate gaze.

“I wish I would have checked in on you,” Shawn admitted sheepishly. “It was selfish of me not to. And it was stupid of you not to tell me you didn’t feel good.”

“You were on an airplane,” you reasoned. “Besides. I’m fine.”

“It’s sad that you were here alone, feeling sick, with just TikTok and that humidifier to keep you company,” Shawn explained, beckoning to the steaming device on your nightstand.

You shrugged rather than wasting energy on a witty comeback. The more you spoke, the heavier your head felt, and the heavier your head felt, the closer you were to bursting into tears. You squeezed your eyes shut against the harsh glow of Shawn’s phone, which was being used as a nightlight.

“I have Tylenol in my backpack if that would help,” he suggested, turning the bottle over in his hand to study the label. “It will help with your temperature and headache.”

You croaked out a small no, rubbing your closed eyes with your fists to make them stop watering. “I don’t have a temperature.”

Setting the medicine bottle to the side, Shawn laid down with a hand on each of your sides, squeezing you gently as he laid down on top of you with his chin on your chest. Your watery eyes were met by Shawn’s adoring honey-brown eyes and a rosy-lipped smile that made you realize just how much you had missed him.

“I’m glad I’m home to help you feel better,” he mused softly, reaching up to feel your forehead again. By moving his arm, he recreated a path for his flashlight to reach your eyes once more.

You squeezed your eyes shut against the blinding light and Shawn nuzzled his nose against your cheek. “Don’t fall asleep on me, honey,” he urged.

“‘M not,” you mumbled, batting your eyes repeatedly against the irritated tears that welled up inside them.

“So flirtatious,” he joked. “You and your pretty eyelashes. Baby, I’m already yours. Forever and always.” A soft chuckle escaped from deep within him, filling the room and warming your heart.

“I missed you, Shawnie.” You couldn’t help but return the sunny smile he cast you before giving you a gentle peck on the lips and lying back down on top of you.

“I bet I missed you more,” he teased, his eyes glimmering mischievously. “All of you.”

“You mean my pussy,” you laughed out loud, fighting back a wave of sniffles. “You missed all of me, especially sex.”

“There’s the smile I missed!” Shawn beamed, squeezing your cheeks as you continued smiling. “I knew that would cheer you up.”

Your smile faded as you let out a few painful coughs, and Shawn took on a more serious tone. “Have you had anything to drink recently?” He passed you the water bottle that rested on the edge of your nightstand. “This is completely full.”

“I was too tired to drink it,” you explained before taking a few tiny sips, grimacing as your throat burned.

“Three more sips.” Shawn helped you sit up and rubbed your back as you drank the water. His touch gave rise to goosebumps on your hot skin. He took you into his lap as he untucked a corner of the comforter which you had neglected when you laid down earlier in the day.

“We’re getting under the covers now,” he whispered into the top of your head as he set you down on the cool sheets. “Sleep as late as you can, okay?”

You nodded sleepily, relishing his touch as you drifted off to sleep. The melody of a lullaby drifted to your ears as Shawn hummed softly.

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[shirbert-fanfictions]

Glitch

it's a little story, what would happen if Anne got know Winnie before the fair

"You should be seen by a doctor" - these were the exact words Marilla said when Anne complained to her about a persistent headache for the fourth day in a row. Immediately after the meal, they went to Charlottetown to Dr. Ward's clinic.

Unfortunately, the man had a patient there, patients, as said, this lovely girl- I mean woman, and laughed.

"My friend," she blushed, which, despite the headache, put a smile on the Anne's face, "is here with a sick man. I'm almost sure it's his friend. The man had a gum infection, so the doctor naturally wanted to give him an injection." "It turned out that my friend was terrified of needles." the women laughed, but only when she added that the boy in question was planning to become a doctor, Anne's hysterical laughter filled the room.

"Miss Rose, when I asked you to keep my patient company while her mother was away, I asked you to perform the task in silence." they heard the doctor from behind the open door.

"Of course, sorry, doctor Ward."

After the door closed, they burst into laughter again.

"Miss Rose?" Ania asked and laughed.

"Winnifred Rose, Miss," she lifted her chin and, with a great deal of drama, reached out for the girl's hand, "and the missus' name is…" she raised an eyebrow with a smile.

Anne got up and played the lady as best she could.

"Anne Shirley-Cuthbert, Miss." she offered her hand to the woman, who raised it to her mouth and kissed it, bowing.

For the third time that day in twenty minutes, they laughed and sat down.

"How do you prefer to pronounce it?"

"Huh?"

"Anne with or without an e?"

Anne opened her mouth, but nothing came out, when her eyes filled with tears. Winnifred thought she shouldn't ask, so she mentally chastised herself and quickly apologized when she interrupted.

"That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Ever, Winnifred!" she threw herself into her arms, crying. "Do you feel it too? Oh, please tell me you do!"

"What, Anne?"

"That we are kinder spirits! Made to live together! Oh, it's a gift from God that your friend and his friend showed up here today, and Marilla - that woman who came here with me, my mother - had to run errands, otherwise I wouldn't have met you and… oh, it's a good thing I'm thinking too much about Gil-school, because it gives me a headache and now I'm here! Don't you think it's wonderful, Winnie? Can I call you that? Or maybe they call you something else? Or we'll come up with nice names for each other like Cordelia or Anastasia, definitely not like carrot or…"

"The doctor will see you now, Miss…" She was interrupted by a man leaving the room when Anne recognized him as Bash. "By holy mango, who do we have here! Anne Shirley-Cuthbert herself! Blythe! You won't believe me when I tell you…"

Bash is here! Anne almost threw herself wight into him, until she remembered what Winnie told her - his friend - Gilbert. Gilbert...?

"Gilbert!"

"Oh, no, it's Bash," he corrected her and laughed to himself. The thing they had was just... Let's say he didn't understand and couldn't do it, how a person can be that blind!

The hilarious necessity of this situation; Bash stood with a wet bandage at the speech, he could barely say anything due to the pain, Anne was both red and very surprised, and Winnifred was confused and didn't know what the hell was going on.

“I…” she won't communicate to Gilbert, she couldn't communicate, in the condition she was now; the device wasn't even properly braided when it was made, and in one second all the energy she had while talking to Winnie was gone. She wanted to run away. It was actually a very good idea. "I'm in a hurry and I'm basically feeling very good, so…" she turned around, ready to run away, but instead of a door, she met the wall. Really hard.

“Annie!” she heard the worried cry of her new friend who had caught and turned her to herself to look for any sign of demage.

But this scream was enough to make the last few person jump out of the office.

"Annie…"

Gilbert.

Oh God, you really do hate me.

"Hey."

Gilbert cleared his throat, scanning the room with his watchful gaze, only now noticing Winnie. He opened his mouth to speak when Dr. Ward spoke.

“Everyone, what's going on here?” He looked around at the faces of the others and saw that quite a scene was taking place.

If he had had the afternoon free, he would have let it unfold by itself without his help so he could tell his wife everything over tea when he got home, but unfortunately that was not the case, so he was left to ask his charges next time.

"Anne, yes?" she nodded. "Will Marilla show up?" she shook her head. "Okay, let's go check you out. Something terrible must have happened if you can't get a word out. Winnie, will you?"

"What was that, Blythe, huh?" Bash laughed to himself, after the three of them got to the room.

"Let's go home, Bash..." he replied, confused, his head starting to hurt from frowning.

She will be his death. His Anne with an e.

[the12thnightproject]

Chapter 22: Tangled: Mitsuhide consoles a vulnerable-feeling Katsu… in a variety of ways.

Mitsuhide x OC; Hideyoshi x MC (Mai)

All Chapters Archived on Ao3 

Logline - With Mai, Hideyoshi, and Aki missing, Mitsuhide and Katsuko reluctantly team up. Disguised as a merchant and his concubine, can they outsmart the man known as the God of Deceit?

“Go away.” Just let me curl up in a miserable ball. I rolled over and buried my face on the mattress.

He didn’t go away. Instead, I felt myself being lifted off the bed again, as he pulled me onto his lap and held me and patted my back, while I snuffled all over him. The storm of tears continued for a while as I poured out my fear and frustration onto his shoulder. His fingers were soft in my hair, slowly untangling it, lifting away the pieces that had gotten stuck to my face.

Eventually, I ran out of energy (and possibly out of tears), but felt too wrung out to move. He kept his arms tight around me, as the sobs subsided and all that was left was the sound of our breathing and my occasional whimpery hiccups.

Finally my misery gave way to awareness. I should really move. "Sorry. You're probably going to get a leg cramp."

"I imagine so," Mitsuhide agreed easily but didn’t let me go “Do you feel you can explain what is going on without turning on the waterworks again?" Oddly, his teasing tone made me feel slightly better. At least he was still treating me like me.

 "I don’t know who I am anymore." My words burst out as quickly as the tears that had come before.

"Brat, that was one of the first things I checked when you opened your eyes. You were confused but even then you were aware of your identity." He shifted us both so that he could lean back against the wall and keep his grip on me.

"I don’t know what I am. If I can no longer climb and run without feeling sick, then what can I do? I even get dizzy when I read. If I can't do what it is that makes me me then." Adding to all that were the dreams I had been having about things that hadn't happened but felt as real as any memory.

"As I pointed out moments ago, it has been barely a week since you injured yourself." He brushed his fingers over a yellowing bruise on my am. “If that has yet to heal, then why do you expect that this-” he rested his palm on my forehead, "will be any faster to recover."

"That makes sense when you say it." I looked down at my arm. "Then it gets all mixed up when I start thinking about it. Or when I feel about it."

"Perhaps that’s also part of your injury. That..." he paused as if looking for a word, "unusual healer Shojumaru found, claimed that you might be confused and emotional for a little while and that the more you could rest, the sooner you would recover. Therefore, rest is what you must do."

“Thank you.” To my horror, I felt myself wanting to cry again. Knowing that there was a physical reason for my emotions was a relief, but it didn’t turn them off. I took a deep breath, hoping to prevent another, as Mitsuhide had put it, show of ‘waterworks,’ then it hit me that I'd been sitting in his lap for the past twenty minutes. More embarrassing was that I wanted to stay there. I scooted off. "Sorry. Even if I'm not too heavy, I'm sure my hair stinks."

Sho had helped me bathe earlier today but she'd been too worried about getting my injury wet to wash my hair. I forced out my best self-deprecating ‘silly me’ laugh. "Probably it was just the smell of my hair that set me off."

"Well we can’t have that. Thankfully, it is certainly something I can assist with." He got to his feet, and I'm sure I heard one of his joints crack in relief.

"You're going to help me wash my hair?" The thought of Mitsuhide playing hair stylist... well it did not compute.

"Dear me, did your injury also affect your hearing? That would be unfortunate.” He bowed, theatrically (or, sarcastically… with Mitsuhide, it amounted to the same, I think), then whisked himself out of the room.

A little while later he returned with the full tea kettle, two buckets and a bundle of cloth. He repeated the trek and returned with two more buckets, these filled with cooler water. Then he efficiently arranged everything on the writing desk, and before I knew it, I was kneeling with my head in the improvised sink, while Mitsuhide washed my hair as skillfully as any professional beautician.

All he needed would be to start gossiping about the cast of some reality show, and he could find a job in any fine salon. Although the idea of him doing so made me want-

“What are you finding so amusing?"

--to giggle.

He scrubbed something with a faint woodsy scent into my hair, his movements careful around the wound on my temple. "You do realize this is a singular occurrence."

Since I couldn’t explain… there was no Sengoku era equivalent to hairstylist, I simply said, "I am just happy for it to be clean again." I really hoped that when I had landed in the street, I hadn't landed in anything worse than mud, but the mud was bad enough. I closed my eyes and allowed due vibration of his fingers on my scalp to relax me. He was clearly being extremely gentle because of my injury. Too gentle in fact. I understood that he did not want to jar me further, but if he could just press his fingertips in a bit more…? "If you want, you can scrub a little more forcefully. It's fine."

"Are you telling me to go harder?" He made an amused humming noise. "I will make a note of that for our future."

"You may keep an entire library full of such notes, but they’ll only gather dust." As the words flew out of my mouth, I realized I had missed our snarky exchanges. My sarcasm had been automatic. But deep down, I wondered what it would be like if he were to let loose all of his exquisite tortures up on me. Something told me that it would be highly enjoyable. Mitsuhide was clearly good with his hands.

"No knowledge is ever wasted." He switched buckets to rinse the suds out. "One never knows when a piece of information will suddenly become handy."

"Whereas some information ends up languishing as a footnote," I sighed as the warm water streamed across my head.

"Some people prefer reading the footnotes. They can be the most interesting portions of history." He wrapped my head in a dry cloth.

My experience with how outsiders viewed "Kaya" didn’t make the life of a ‘footnote’ sound particularly worthwhile. Though being someone's main story had never featured much in my daydreams, I knew it was still preferable to being a footnote. And when I reminded myself that Mitsuhide was in love with Mai… well, all I would ever be to him was a footnote.

"My my, it appears I have gotten you rather wet." Mitsuhide ran his finger around the collar of my kimono, which had become splashed during the wash. He gave me one of those taunting smirks just daring me to comment on his double entendre.

"Don't quit your day job.'' I found my hand towel and tried to blot out the worst of it.

"Perhaps you might want to charge into a new night robe, such as this one." He handed me a neatly folded square of turquoise silk.

When I unfolded it, it was revealed to be a simple yukata made from the fabric I had admired that day at Shojumaru’s warehouse. "I thought you were having this made into a haori for yourself?"

"One key thing about the art of disguise. You should always keep with you one item that makes you feel like yourself." He held the garment up to my face and looked at me for a long moment, until I felt hot under his gaze. "Yoshimoto was correct. Jewel tones do suit you."

There were a thousand questions I wanted to ask him. When had he arranged this – had he always been intending to give this to me, even from that first day we had appeared in disguise as 'Kaya' and 'Kyubei'? The day I had been injured in the accident? More importantly, what thing did Mitsuhide keep with him that reminded him of his essential the self, a self I was beginning to think was far more complicated than I had imagined.

But before I had formed even one word, he'd simply tapped his fingers over his lips and then slipped out of the room.

In the sudden quiet, I changed into the yukata. The material was cool. Soft under my fingers. Wearing it felt like a comforting embrace.

The seventh thing I hate about Mitsuhide - he keeps doing nice things for me.

Within a few more days, the concussion symptoms had abated enough to allow me to resume daily life. I hadn’t tried to climb anything, but looking out the window no longer made me feel dizzy. Hiko came by a few times and brought me a gift of a pretty fan as a thank-you for saving him. He even showed off his juggling skills, and to my complete astonishment, Mitsuhide brought out his flute and provided a little light musical accompaniment.

The tune was familiar. It sounded like … he had been the source of the music I had heard when I had been unconscious. It hadn’t been a dream.

Later, once Sho and Hiko had gone back to their home for the night, and Mitsuhide and I were eating our respective meals I asked him about the music. "I didn’t know you could play the flute."

"I did live a long and varied life prior to you crashing into it." Before I could point out that he had been the one to seek me out, he continued. "I often masquerade as an entertainer, much as your father has done, and yes before you ask, he and I did once work together, and no, I will not tell you that story. Having performance skills such as music and dance is handy in those situations."

True enough. That hadn't been where I was going with my questions though. "The first night I was injured. I don’t recall much, but I do recall hearing a flute. That was you, wasn’t it?"

He inclined his head. "The healer mentioned you might find it soothing."

"Where is this healer now? Did he not come back after the first time?" It was strange to hear about a doctor who popped in once but didn’t come back to check on a patient. Maybe he had needed to be sent for.

"From what Shojumaru has told me, the man is brilliant but rarely sober." As if to illustrate the point, Mitsuhide poured himself a cup of tea, rather than breaking out his sake. "As long as you appeared to be incrementally improving, I thought it not necessary to further test his sobriety."

Huh. Well anyway. "Thank you for the music then. I did hear it, and it was soothing."

I cleaned up my dishes, and as Mitsuhide appeared to be finished with his bowl of glop, I washed his as well and boiled more water for tea. He watched me in silence, and I didn’t feel any further inclination to make conversation. When I returned to the table with the tea, though, it seemed like the silence had turned into awkwardness.

Since my injury, had he had to put aside his investigation to care for me? Hopefully that was not the case. "Brat, if you have something you want to know, just ask, I would hate for you to reinjure yourself thinking as hard as you seem to be.” He brushed his hand across my forehead.

"Well. It's… have you been able to do anything about Shojumaru, er, Motonari? Or did my accident force you to stop everything?" I might have been extorted into working for him, but having done so, I was still determined to be useful.

"I have, and your injury has not delayed anything in the slightest, as we would always be waiting for the Oda fleet to catch up to us." Perhaps to be companionable, took the pot of boiling water, and rather expertly prepared the tea. He’s a terrible cook, but he makes decent tea. "The pieces are nearly in place."

I waited for further enlightenment, but he said no more. "And...?"

"You would be advised to drink that while it is still warm." I must have looked sulky because he added, "It's best if you don't know the details, but trust me, your participation will be crucial. Now, brat, do you think you've healed enough to join me in a game of shogi? You did mention that Aki has taught you the rules, yes?"

My first thought was, yes, you know I play because we have played. I had a distinct memory of facing Mitsuhide across a shogi board... except it wasn’t true. It must have been another of those oddly realistic dreams. Mitsuhide and I had never played shogi with each other. "Yes – he and I played often."

"Good. Do not think I will go lightly on you because of your injury." He got up and motioned me to follow him.

"I would be annoyed if you did." I picked up my tea and hurried after him.

"I imagined that would be the case." He surprised me by bypassing his private office and climbing up the stairs to his bedroom.

"Are we playing in here?" Why? Danger Will Robinson! My brain suddenly flashed back to the kiss we’d shared before my accident.  

He smiled at me as if he knew where my mind went. But instead of teasing, he simply patted the open futon. "It is more comfortable. You may rest your injuries in between turns. I have not missed the way you are rubbing your neck. It will do neither of us any good if you overstrain and set your recovery back." Left unsaid, but clearly part of the subtext is that he would likely notice if that happened, and probably send me off to bed like an overtired child.

Well, that was considerate. He could simply have ordered me back to my room to sleep, but it seemed he was willing to be entertaining tonight. Hopefully whatever it was he was planning would play out soon, because injury or not, I was feeling a bit stir crazy. Likely he’s noticed that as well. "If I win, will you tell me what the plan is?"

"I will not." He handed me a small vial. When I opened it, I saw it contained the minty stuff he'd put on when I still had a severe headache. "Use this if the pain returns, unless you prefer I apply it for you."

Huh. He was trying to distract me, it seemed. "If I win, may I have Aki's letter? And I can put this on by myself."

"Pity. I thought you enjoyed that massage." He gave me one of those devilish smirks.

I had. It was not the point. "My father's letter."

"And if I win? What will you do for me if I win? Perhaps I should be the one asking for you to massage oil onto me." He tapped his finger on his lips in an exaggerated thinking it over pose. I knew he was only doing that to call attention to his lips, so I scowled at him. "No? Hm, allow me to propose this, then. If you should manage to defeat me," his tone made that sound like he considered that highly unlikely, "then I will return your father’s letter to you. If I win, you shall teach me this code."

Hm. Earlier this summer, back when I was still in disguise in Azuchi, Mitsuhide had beaten Aki in a game of shogi (although Aki had hinted to me that he’d allowed that to happen). So, Mitsuhide was at least as good, if not a better player than Aki. I, on the other hand could rarely best my father at the game. Honesty compelled me to admit, at least to myself, that I was unlikely to win. "For every piece of mine that you capture, if I lose, I will give you one symbol of the code." Mitsuhide would need at least fifteen symbols decoded in order to break the entire code. More if I gave him the lesser used symbols or ones he probably could figure out on his own anyway. '”But if I win, I get the whole letter back."

"Fair enough." He nodded, then we began the game in earnest...

It took less than an hour for him to win.

I buried my face on my arms. "Ugh. That was embarrassing." Granted, there had been a pretty slim path to victory. But I'd not even gotten onto that path.

"Don't despair. You are not the worst player I've run across." My face was still hidden, but I heard the clink of tiles. "You gave up nine tiles."

“I know. I kept count." I sat up and cast a depressed scan over the game board trying to figure out where I went wrong. The opening, probably.

"That is why you lost. You were so certain you could not win, that your strategy was solely to limit loss. Had you played to win, you might have managed it. Remember that." He tapped my forehead, a semi-caress that had become familiar to me by now. "Sometimes only a daring risk is the key to victory." He pushed a writing desk over to me. "The code key please."

I carefully transcribed the code to nine symbols figuring that what he intended to do was use those and my letter to figure out the rest of Aki's code. With that in mind, I gave him letters that would be in the greeting and the signature. I mean he likely would have been able to decode the greeting anyway. I handed Mitsuhide the paper. I didn’t grin triumphantly (although I thought about it).

As he glanced over the list, he rubbed his chin. "Well played, Brat." He gave a theatrical sigh. "I see I will have a task breaking the rest of it" He rattled the bag with the tiles. "Shall we play again?" Before I could protest that I refused to give him more of Aki’s code, he added, "No stakes. Strictly for diversion and education. I intend to make an expert of you in this."

How long does he think it was going to take to find his friends anyway?

We couldn’t keep these disguises going forever. Nor did I want to live with him indefinitely. But that night, after losing another game (one where I did come closer to winning, to be sure), I went back to my room,  wrapped myself in that turquoise yukata, and realized there was a tiny part of me that privately admitted that Mitsuhide wasn’t that awful to be around. Almost companionable, even when he was teasing me. I could get used to him.

But, for my sanity, it turned out that our interlude playing house was about to come to an end, and it would end with my betrayal.

@lorei-writes @selenacosmic @bestbryn @lyds323 @tele86 @akitsuneswife

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Her Song part 25

"Momma, I don't wanna go. Please don't make me go," Sydney begs in a whisper as the nurses prepare to take her into surgery.

"I know it's scary and I know you don't want to do this, but I need you to be strong okay? You are the bravest person I know, and when you wake up, I'll be  right there with you holding your hand."

"You promise?"

"I promise. Are you ready?"

"Am I gonna be better after I wake up?"

I hesitate. I can't lie, but I can't tell the truth. "You're gonna feel tired, and you might have a little headache. You'll still be a little sick, but you'll be much closer to getting better. Does that make sense?"

"I guess so."

The nurse unlocks the wheels on the bed and I walk with them as they roll Syd down the hall. When we reach the red line beyond which I cannot stay, we pause to say our temporary goodbyes.

"I love you more than anything, Sydney. I'll see you in a few hours, okay?"

"I love you, Mommy. I'll see you soon." I press a gentle kiss to her forehead and they wheel her away. The tears begin to fall softly, but I don't have the energy or the strength to wipe them away.

I trudge to the waiting room where Florence is waiting for me. I sit down next to her and she pulls me into her side, protectively wrapping an arm around me. "She'll be okay," Flo states quietly. "She has to be."

I say nothing in response.

TWO HOURS IN

Flo leans forward in her chair, resting her elbows on her knees and staring holes in the carpeted floor. I sit next to her, bouncing my knee up and down and constantly checking the screen in the corner for updates.

But there's nothing. I know there won't be, but I keep checking anyway. They said it would take at least four hours, and I've already grown impatient.

There's a loose thread on the chair I sit in. It's pissing me off.

THREE AND A HALF HOURS IN

I'm growing impossibly anxious now, biting my nails as I pace back and forth in front of Florence's chair. She could be done surgery soon. Or she might not. Hell, she might not even make it off the table.

No, I can't think that. That can't happen.

Florence grabs my arm to stop my pacing. She doesn't say anything. She doesn't need to. Her face says it all.

FIVE HOURS IN

I have to know what's happening. Why is it taking so long? Why isn't she done yet? Did something go wrong? Is she going to make it? Is she going to be the same kid she was before?

Why is it taking so long?

My phone vibrates. I was going to ignore it, but it keeps vibrating. It's the group chat.

Lizzie: Are you alive? I haven't heard from you in forever. How are things with Flo? Scarlett: Yeah, seriously Did you fall off the face of the Earth?

Me: Sorry, everything's been hectic lately. I've been at the hospital. Syd has cancer. Florence has been here with me.

The typing bubbles pop up and disappear several times.

Scarlett: What hospital are you at? Me: Why? Lizzie: Just tell us Me: NY Presbyterian

SIX HOURS IN

The door to the waiting room bursts open and my head instinctively snaps up. Scarlett and Lizzie storm in with their faces flushed, as if they had just run a marathon.

Lizzie mutters an 'I'm so sorry' and Scarlett says that everything will be okay, but nobody says anything else. They sit down next to me and we wait in silence.

SEVEN HOURS IN

I rub my temples to try and calm the ache that's built up over the hours. I hear my name called, and I look up to see Dr. Shepherd standing there looking at me.

I jump up and stand in front of her. "Is she okay?"

Dr. Shepherd breathes deeply. "There were a few complications, which is why it took so much longer than expected..." She gently grabs my hand. "We'll need to watch for any speech impairments but she should be awake in a few hours."

"She's alive?" I breathe.

"She's alive. Come on, I'll take you to her."

I let out a watery laugh but hesitate. I turn around, knowing that we won't all be allowed in post-op. I meet Florence's ready eyes and she mouths 'go.'

I nod my head in a silent thank you.

THREE HOURS LATER

Scarlett, Lizzie, Florence, and I sit around Syd's bed in the hospital room, waiting for her to wake up. I hold Florence's hand tightly, and Lizzie smiles slightly when she sees it.

Syd's face scrunches up and she begins to mumble something incoherent. I lean forward and take hold of her hand.

"M...Maman? Où suis-je? J'ai mal à la tête." Mom? Where am I? My head hurts.

"Tu es à l'hôpital. Pourquoi parles-tu français?" You are at the hospital. Why are you speaking French?

"Je ne parle pas français." I'm not speaking French.

"Florence, can you go get the doctor?" I ask quietly.

"I'm going."

Scarlett and Lizzie exchange worried looks as I rub Syd's hand. She looks so small. Her head is wrapped in white bandages. Her eyes are glossy and tired. She continues to mumble to herself, blinking groggily.

Dr. Shepherd walks in with Florence close behind. "What's going on?" Dr. Shepherd asks.

"I don't know. She woke up and started speaking French. She thinks she's speaking English."

Dr. Shepherd checks Syd's pupils and heartbeat as she speaks. "But she understands you? And she's speaking clearly?"

"Yes. But she's speaking French."

"We're obviously not out of the woods yet," she says, looking at me, "but this is good. Better than I expected. Your daughter is a fighter, Y/N."

"Non, je suis sataniste," Syd mumbles. No, I'm a satanist.

~

I hope you know, As I wait, I suffocate

[saiilorstars]

you’re not like anyone else i’ve ever met . + seren!!

Seren knew she was so incredibly lucky. She was sick as a dog, and there was Steve bringing her a plate of fresh cinnamon rolls for her, and a cup of coffee — basically catering to her every need.

"Don't get out of bed," he told her when she started pulling herself up on her bed.

"Just sitting," Seren said, then leaned against the headboard. "I'm sorry, lovey. I told you I don't get sick and then what happens?" Steve laughed as her nose scrunched. "I don't get sick," Seren reiterated, "This is some weird Celessian version of the flu!" She didn't lie when she said didn't get sick — in human terms. Her nom-human side apparently came with its own version of ailments, including an old fashion 'alien flu'. 

"Whatever it is, you're staying in bed until you're better," Steve said as a stern warning. Already Seren had tried sneaking out of her room to prove that she was not sick. Unfortunately, she had thrown up a couple times and then ran constant fevers. After that, she had been sent straight to her room where Dr. Helen Cho — the only doctor that Seren semi-trusted and even then Steve still had to be in the room to make sure she didn’t suddenly lash out of fear and accidentally hurt someone — was able to check her out. Helen confirmed that Seren was going through a Celessian flu and needed to go on bedrest.

Seren had not been happy at all. As someone who despised doctors and anything medical related, getting sick was not on her agenda. 

"Here…" Steve gave her the plate of cinnamon rolls and sat down beside her on the bed. "And you don't have to eat all of them, okay? Just as much as you can. There’s coffee too.”

"You're too good to me," Seren said with an honest-to-god pout. She knew he had made them — they baked together all the time and cinnamon rolls were their favorite. He’d self appointed himself as her personal chef and caretaker. Her pout deepened when she smelled the delicious scent of coffee on her night stand. “And you made coffee…”

Steve just smiled and kissed her hair. “It’s alright,” he planted another kiss on her cheek. He noticed that her emotions were a bit off — a side effect from this kind of flu, no doubt. Yesterday she burst into tears when she spilled a glass of water on him. Apparently, she thought that would be enough to drive him away. 

In her right senses, Seren Soul would have laughed at that instead. She would've apologized of course, but tears would've definitely not been involved. 

"You're not running any fevers anymore," Steve said, taking it as a good sign for the upcoming days. "You've been getting better so I'm sure this will pass quickly."

"Then why does it feel so agonizingly slow?" Seren said, making Steve chuckled. "It feels like everything is going ten times slower. I'm going ten times slower."

"You're just running a bit on the slow side but nothing out of the norm. Give yourself a break, Seren. You're sick —" Steve barely held his next laugh as Seren groaned. "You are. Relax. Rest."

"And leave all the work to you? How is that fair?" Seren was frowning now, even abandoning the idea of eating her favorite dessert in the world. She began to glare at the plate instead. "You're bringing me all this stuff, taking care of me, and what am I doing? Sleeping. Staying in my bed."

Steve couldn't hold it anymore. He laughed. "Seren, you're sick. You're supposed to be staying in bed. Trust me, I get what it's like. You need to stay in bed and conserve your energy." He reached for the fork on her plate and cut a piece of a cinnamon roll. 

Seren watched him near the fork to her lips. She looked at him with an expression akin to 'really'?. 

Steve chuckled again. "Take a bite, please."

Seren opened her mouth and took the bite. It was the sweetest cinnamon roll she ever tasted. She couldn't help but moan. "That's so good…"

"I'm glad," Steve said and went to cut another piece. One difference he noticed between a Celessian flu and an average flu was that Seren's taste buds and appetite didn't change. She ate almost everything he gave her. 

"Steve, you’re not like anyone else I’ve ever met…" Seren said after another bite. "Taking care of me, feeding me, reading to me. You could be doing a thousand other things right now."

"The only thing I want to do is be right here with you," Steve said. "And then when you're better, we'll both get back to work."

"I like the sound of that…" Seren admitted, leaning her head on his shoulder. "You don't like being a solo captain anymore?"

"Nah, I much rather have my star with me." Steve wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her closer to him. "More cinnamon rolls?" 

Seren nodded. Truthfully, she could eat the whole plate and more, and she knew that Steve would deliver if she asked. She felt like the luckiest woman.

Seren's Masterlist

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[mrsdallowgay]

for an Anxious Child:

i suppose i always thought my childhood was ending. i thought it ended the summer before sixth grade because i needed to stop playing with dolls. i thought it ended when i embarrassed myself at my eighth grade promotion. i thought it ended when all my friends got summer jobs, halfway through a heatwave in my 16th summer. then i thought it ended when we called eachother from dorm rooms, each catching eachother up on what new vices and aches met us everyday. everytime my heart broke, everytime a piece of me split off into the ocean and all i could do was sink as i desperately drank up my last memories of those glittery moments in between contained in each of my childhoods, laughing on my parents shoulders or feeling the wind on my hand out the window of my best friends car, those moments in my life where i managed to not think about death. maybe the combustion of my heart breaking over and over is the mechanical process of an increasing adulthood, powered by the energy of a childhood eating itself alive. i suppose we still love like children. i know we still grieve like children. last week sitting around a fire my friend said she had to go to bed but maybe one more beer wouldn’t hurt because hey christmas is coming up and i guess by that she meant all the wounds are open, i guess the biggest one being her heart. we all laughed in that sad liquor soaked way i used to hear my parents laugh with their siblings at those doomed family get togethers. for old times sake beat me up and tell me i can hit you back so i don’t go cry to mom, who isn’t in this house with us or even around anymore but hey we both have her eyes. my friends still spoke with the rush of that first drunken night: i could feel childhood crumble here but its thrill still roared in my ears. i guess it never ends when it’s always ending, i guess there’s still a few more goes around, i guess you still have a few more stories to tell for the guests before you overstay your welcome. i guess i love all of you dumbasses and i can’t even try to grow up when we hang out. i guess i’ll never stop loving you, yes you, because emotions aren’t infinite but im certain that kind of temporary infinity is an emotion when you smile at me. turn up the music let’s shoot the shit and dance like we did at prom, like when we used to put on shows for all the family. they’d laugh then and we didn’t know any better but it would feel better than anything. i know ill get sick again the final chapters will feel like everything crashing down but i don’t have to think about that when it’s only 2 am and we can pretend we’re still family, still children, for a few more bends around the stars. we make more childhoods everyday, when we find new ways to scrape our knees and burst into tears and touch each others skin. come on, there’s still time, the streetlights haven’t come on yet, the highway is humming in the distance and the crickets are starting up. your best friend is calling for you, your mom is letting you play if you’re home by dark. don’t worry. there’s still a few more of our childhoods to break before the sun comes up.

[morris0638-blog]

The woman watched as the crowd approached.  They pressed around Jesus.  It was a wonder that he could breathe, let alone move through the streets.  She saw Jairus approach and shoulder his way through the crowd.  She could understand.  As ruler of the synagogue, he simply could not be to her what she needed.  She was unclean.  The flow of her blood had not stopped after the birth of Prisca.  For twelve years it continued.  The doctors had given her mixture after mixture of herbs and drugs, performing all manner of treatments, but to no avail.  She was unclean.  She could not even live under the same roof as her husband. Thankfully, he had provided for her as best he could, but the family had suffered greatly.  There was just no way.  No way.  She worried about Prisca.  She could not see her as often as she wanted; in fact, it had been almost a year.  She assiduously avoided contact with her daughter for the embarrassment it might cause the child.  She would often hide if she saw her coming.

 Jesus continued to approach.  She knew of Jesus.  Everyone in Capharnaum did.  She knew he could heal, but she despaired that he would ever notice her.  Just let me near enough to touch him, she thought.  Please, dear God, let me just touch his robe as he passes, and I shall be whole.  Weak and pale, the blood continued to leak from her body.  Twelve years of this humiliation.  It was an ugly business.  The humiliating stigma of being “unclean” added to her terrible sense of shame.  It had weakened her so severely that she did not expect to live much longer.  She had lost count of the physicians she had seen. So frustrating.  No one, it seemed, could relieve her suffering.  At this point, Jesus was her hope—a slim hope, but her only hope.

 It was difficult in the press of the people to get close to where he would pass. Suppose he turned aside?  Suppose he would not pass close enough?  Doubts assaulted her.  No!  He is coming.  If I can but reach past this person’s legs . . . There!  She felt the soft folds of a garment caress her fingers.  She was uncertain that it was Jesus she touched. It could have been anyone.  At that instant, she also felt something take place deep within her.  Her entire body lost its pale chill and warmed naturally.  Am I . . ?  Am I . . ?  Am I healed?  The realization crept upon her until her sense of wellness was so complete that she could not speak.  She wanted to shout but words would not come, only feelings, only spontaneous bursts of tears, relief and gratitude.  

 The crowd surged on, but suddenly, Jesus stopped.  He was silent for a moment looking about him with a peaceful, yet penetrating, curiosity.  We all wondered what had caused him to halt so abruptly.  Had he stubbed his toe on a rock?  He did not seem to be in pain.  Was he sick?  Did he notice something the rest of us did not see?  Did someone shout something that arrested his attention?

 “Who touched me?”

 Peter, walking next to him laughed.  “Master, you see these people crowding against you and you ask, ‘Who touched me?’”

 “No, wait. Someone touched my clothes.  I felt strength drain from me.”  His eyes darted about in the crowd, searching.

 Then he saw her.  

 And herein are two anomalies.  How is it that Jesus could know slender, feminine fingers had merely brushed the folds of his robe in a pressing crowd, and how is it that he could detect that healing energy had been released from him, except that he was exceptional?  Except that he had come from God?  And over against that, how is it that if he came from God, which I do not doubt, he could possibly not know who had done it?  

 She was on her knees facing away from us.  At first glance, one might think that she had dropped something and was down on her knees looking for what she had dropped.  Then slowly, her tear-filled eyes turned toward him, beaming, yet she trembled, a strange mixture of fear and pleasure.  He took a few steps and stood before her.  Yet it appeared as if she knelt before him.  “I am responsible,” said she.  “I touched you.  I said to myself that if I touch the hem of your robe, I will be whole.  And I was . . . I mean . . . I am.”  Tears of joy and relief returned, now mixed with anxiety and fear for having been discovered.

 Jesus reached his hand and caressed her face.  “Dear sister,” he said tenderly, “do not be frightened.  Your faith, your courage has healed you.  Go in peace.  You are freed from your suffering.”

[charnelhouse]

Can I trouble you for a few sentences on Din getting the kids ready for trick or treating? 🙇‍♀️

I miss him. 🥺

A/N: Din Djarin x F! Reader. Here's a quick thing. Fluff. Tired Din. Same universe as the rest.

“I can help,” you protest, rising from the bed. You almost immediately get dizzy, collapsing back into the sheets.

“No,” Din grunts as he leans over you - fluffing your pillow and pressing his palm to your brow. You’re still burning with fever. Your skin is clammy and you look awful. Din would never say that out loud - never admit that you look like shit. But - quite frankly - you look like shit.

“They need their costumes,” you slur as you wrap your fingers around Din’s wrist. He frowns - cupping your cheek gently.

“I know,” he reassures you. “I’ll get them dressed and take them. Cara can help me.”

You sniff as you release him. “This sucks.”

“I’ll bring them in when they’re dressed.”

You don’t respond. You’ve already passed out.

***

It’s a nightmare. The twins keep smacking each other with plastic swords. Z’s face paint is running due to the heat circulating in the house. Grogu has tripped over his Jawa robes several times in the last hour..

“Okay!” Din yells as four tiny faces snap to attention. “Go show your mother your outfits.”

They immediately race to your room - shoving at each other in their rush to get there first.

“Move,” Z growls as she trips Theo who proceeds to burst into tears.

Din sighs - lifting the sobbing toddler into his arms and following the others.

“Mama!” Lux sings as she attempts to scamper onto the bed in her Jedi robes. You sit up as best you can, your lips curling into a tired smile.

“No - no,” you object. “I’m sick - you don’t want to get my germs. Just come over to the side so I can see.”

Din lowers Theo to the floor and the four of them show off their costumes. Well - Grogu continues to eat whatever candied fruit he’d pilfered from the kitchen. The twins are Jedis. Grogu is a Jawa and Z is -

“I can’t believe you let her be a Sith Lord,” Din remarks slyly.

“If the shoe fits,” you tease as Z bares her teeth. “You look badass.”

Din snorts. “Language.”

“Whatever. I’m ill.”

***

He bribes Cara with alcohol in order to help him take the kids trick r treating. The streets are packed. Orange lanterns bob and drift above them. There are squash-like vegetables carved and alight. There’s music swelling out of windows as kids scream and laugh. It’s nice. Din wishes you were with him.

“Are you going to actually let them eat all that candy?” Cara asks as she takes another not so subtle sip from her flask.

“They can have one,” he says. “They’ll never sleep.”

He was already thick with bone-weary exhaustion. Trying to catch the toddlers and shove them into their costumes had taken all of his energy. His back ached and he wanted to be back in bed with you. You’d been so apologetic - gripping his face and promising him you’d take care of him later. It was made all the more sexy when you then proceeded to sneeze wetly onto his helmet.

“Don’t be silly,” he said. “You’re sick. You literally did all the work making their costumes. I can do this for you.”

“They’re terrors,” you whined. “Absolute shit heads. They’re gonna be impossible to keep track of.”

“I track people for a living.”

“Get Cara.”

“Fine.”

“They may or may not have already eaten a bag,” Cara says guiltily.

Din exhales. He counts to five. There had already been three meltdowns and Zara kept racing ahead of them. He’d have to deal with them shrieking their heads off back at the house. They’d pass out by dawn if he was lucky.

“It’s fine,” he replies between clenched teeth. “It’s absolutely - fine.”

[top-tier-tickles]

Goodbye To Cuphead

This is a Cuphead angst fic requested by an anonymous user. Hopefully the angst is a little better than the last fic. I hope you enjoy.

WARNING: HUGE SPOILERS FOR THE CUPHEAD SHOW SEASON 1B

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"Goodbye to Cuphead."

He didn't want to say goodbye.

Mugman sat on the floor of the warm guest room. The only warmth it had was because it was Hell. Both literally and figuratively.

He sat on the floor, pondering whatever fate was awaiting him from The Devil. He didn't know which would be worse, the anticipation, or the actual punishment.

It wasn't his fault, of course. Cuphead had gotten them into trouble again. It's always Cuphead.

Well, no. Cuphead wasn't completely at fault. They were just messing around. Having fun.

With the Devil's pitchfork.

He should've told him to stop. He should've told him to put it back. But he didn't, this was as much his fault as Cuphead's. He even laughed at the Devil getting electrocuted over and over.

But did he deserve this? Being snatched away from his family and taken somewhere where he has no idea what could happen to him?

"Goodbye to Cuphead..."

Those three little words. One simple phrase. He said them because they could very well be the last words he'd ever say to Cuphead.

Cuphead....

He missed Cuphead.

A soft knock at the door was enough to pull him away from his thoughts, but only for a moment.

"Uh, heey..." Henchman greeted. His back was turned into the doorway, backing into the room before turning to face Mugman.

"I, uh, thought you might be hungry, so I brought you this." The imp held out a tray. It had a plate with a sandwich atop of it, next to a glass of water.

Mugman looked at it, declining the food both out of fear it might be poisoned and general loss of appetite.

Henchman said nothing, setting the tray down on a small table before turning back to the boy.

"Do ya mind if I sit with you?" He asked, fidgeting his fingers.

Mug shrugged, eyes fixated on the floor. Henchman then plopped a seat on the floor next to him, sitting in awkward silence.

"Hey, uh, you okay?"

That did it. Mugman had been using every ounce of his energy to keep himself from crying. He was not going to give them the satisfaction of his tears. But hearing that question just sent the dam crumbling.

All of a sudden, it felt as if a gallon of tears had erupted from his eyes all at once. It almost hurt how quickly they burst out.

Mugman wrapped his arms around himself, as if his physical body was about to fall apart. He sobbed and whimpered as tears came down like a waterfall, soaking his face.

Henchman jumped at the sudden reaction, before quickly going to pat Mugman's back.

"Hey, hey...Take it easy, buddy. Don't wear yourself out."

"W-wear myself o-out?! You k-kidnapped me, a-and you're askin' me to be c-calm?!" Mugman retorted, barely understandable through his blubbering.

"Easy, easy, just breathe."

Mugman's breathes were shaky, it didn't seem like he was actually getting oxygen. He squeezed his arms in an effort to steady himself, finally breathing normally.

"Do you...wanna talk about it?" Henchman asked warily.

Mugman shook his head, blinking back more tears.

"Well, okay....we'll just.....stay like this for as long as you need, okay?"

The boy nodded, rocking himself back and forth. Henchman pulled the kid closer, patting his shoulder as he continued to sob.

Suddenly, the boy spoke.

"I'm scared..." he whispered, hugging himself, "I d-don't want my s-soul taken, or Cuphead's. I-I wanna go home! I miss home! I miss Elder Kettle! I....I miss Cuphead....."

Henchman, leaned over, grabbing the glass of water and handing it to Mugman, who drank it to soothe the dehydration caused by his crying. He gulped down half the cup, stopped, and stared at the floor, still sniveling. He felt sick from how much he had cried.

'This is all too much, they're just kids. They were being kids...' the imp thought, staring at the floor. Sadly, there was really no point in talking with his boss about it, he was too busy flaunting his victory over Cuphead.

Mug's cries gradually began to quiet down, until they stopped altogether. Henchman looked at him, and saw that the poor boy had cried himself to sleep.

He scooped Mugman up, taking the glass of water and setting it on the table, carrying the boy to the bed, and tucking him in.

He walked out of the room slowly, turning back to the sleeping boy, looking at him solemnly.

"Henchman! Where the devil are you?!" His boss suddenly called.

With a heavy feeling in his chest, Henchman flicked the light off, closed the door, and went to join his boss.

___________________________________________

THE END.

[shivada-jade]

soulmates!

soulmate!au because im weak. you're weak too.

characters: bennett, zhongli, diluc ➡ mentions: barbara, lisa, guizhong, hu tao, kaeya, crepus warning(s): bennett luck (he gets hurt a lot), wrote this at 2:48am so my writing may or may not make sense

bennett: feels the same emotions from the other, but the emotions have to be strong and genuine

he never understood your sudden bursts of sadness. it would come at the most inconvenient at times.

for as long as he could remember, the emotions that weren't his are mostly sad. he asked his dads about it and gently told him his soulmate system is feeling emotions from the other.

after crying from an unknown pain, he made it his soul purpose to constantly be happy all the time, no matter how unlucky he could be so you can be happy too.

his dads worry when he falls down and scrapes his knee, but he would always reply with, "i'm not hurt! my soulmate is hurt!"

he would then clutch the fabric on his chest tightly, like he's been stabbed with a sword and say, "my soulmate hurts right here."

he heaves a breath, "it doesn't compare to whatever luck i get."

"this pain is bearable," he convinces himself when he comes out a hilichurl camp in cuts and bruises.

"your soulmate needs you to be happy for them," he chastises himself for shedding a tear when another adventurer wronged him.

he visits barbara to heal his wounds and asks how she always looks so... happy, so smiley.

"all it takes is one smile to make yourself happy. it can be a slow process but it works!" she singsongs, "miss lisa showed me a study about it."

ever since barbara explained, he smiles the brightest of smiles in mondstadt. he refuses to let other adventurers let him down, worried he might hurt you more than it is.

soon, he finds out that he feels no sadness coming from you. he feels no weight on his shoulders. he feels happy after Good hunter ran out of food for him.

these are not my emotions, he thinks, a wide grin creeping it's way to his face.

he lets out the loudest laugh, giggles, and various joyous noises. he's never felt so happy in his life. for once, he feels lucky, because for once, you're finally happy in the other end of his invisible red string of fate.

his luck skyrockets when he sees a person around his age, with a gorgeous smile adorning their features. he knows its you, sitting by the fountain making wishes. he knows it's you when he sees your eyes that hold so much emotion.

it was as if his heart was tugging him to where you sat.

he's never felt so lucky to have you as his soulmate.

"thank you giving the best smiles"

zhongli: every time he passes his soulmate, he hears the sounds of bells ringing

now, zhongli never thought he would have a soulmate because of his past title of 'archon.' soulmate systems are a tricky thing. he knows there are so many ways to know your soulmate system.

the common system was their first words tattooed on themselves. many others had the ability to know when they meet them, in other words, a count down.

but zhongli never had those two, nor did he have faith in the soulmate system until the lantern rite festival.

walking by the busy streets, he muses to himself how pretty liyue is under the blanket of the moon and stars. he hears the merchants call to customers, attracting and waving at them to buy their products. he hears the clink of the mora in their bag is loud; the laughter from the children young and old marry a soft smile to his face.

he freezes, hearing something that should not belong in the lantern rite. the sound of bells ringing. it isn't any cow bell, or school bell. it's the sound of echoing, melodious wedding bells ringing his ear.

he vaguely remembers his friend guizhong mentioning about this rare particular soulmate system when she still roamed teyvat.

a soulmate!

zhongli stands straighter, eyes grazing on the sea of people, trying to see if anyone stopped to hear the bells he heard. he mutters a few apologies when people bump into him with lanterns in their hands, but that doesn't matter to him.

fate brought someone for him to love. it's just that... he doesn't know where.

he walks forward, he walks backwards to where he came from. he walks to the docks then to the top of liyue harbour, but he can't hear the sound of the bells again.

he doesn't panic. he doesn't rush, because he knows fate will bring you back together. he just doesn't know how long until he'll hear the bells again.

it came to him a surprise when he hears the bells everyday after that.

everyday when he sits at third-round knockout he hears the sound of bells behind him, but when he turns, he knows you've left already.

he sighs, blowing on his tea before taking light sips. it seems he won't be meeting you today.

one day, the ringing just stops. there's no sign of you, or your presence. zhongli assumes you're just taking a sick day, or you've decided to rest, but after a week of not hearing the bells, he worries.

archons, how he wanted to look for you, but he doesn't even know who you are. hu tao encourages zhongli to take the day off and look for you, so he did.

walking aimlessly in liyue, doubt crosses his mind. what if you were here for a business trip and left? it wasnt until he passes by a stunning figure he hears the bells again. he stiffens and turns to you when you stopped next to him.

"thank goodness," he says, slightly covering his smile with a gloved hand.

your eyes sparkle as you look at him, "thank goodness indeed."

diluc: lost possesions will come to your soulmate

for as long diluc knows, strange things always end up in his possessions: hairclips, pens, coins, and archons forbid- his soulmate's overdue bills.

his father laughs when younger diluc comes home dragging a wagon and the biggest teddy bear in history, because how on teyvat does someone lose a teddy bear taller than a door. crepus watches his son struggling to drag the big toy home and sees his other son pushing the wagon from behind, also struggling.

"what do you have there?"

all the response he gets are grunts. the side of his eyes crinkle with mirth, seeing his two sons having trouble bringing it home.

"father!" diluc calls out with a grin missing two of his front teeth, "i don't know where it came from. it's like it appeared from the sky."

"it actually did fall out of the sky!" kaeya says, "we were at the vineyard and i saw diluc get crushed!"

"i did not get crushed."

"did too," kaeya retaliates, sticking his tongue out.

that was the first time diluc heard of this certain soulmate system. lost things from his soulmate go to his possession; lost things from diluc go to his soulmate's possession.

crepus glances at his boys and gets an idea. he calls for them to follow him, and they do, obediently. he leads them to his room, pulling out a treasure chest full of frilly clothes, dresses, outfits that range from a farmer's outfit to a noblewoman.

"this chest is where your mother kept her favourite things," crepus pulls out a necklace from the bottom of the case. "this necklace was particularly her favourite."

diluc can see why. he's mesmerized by the ruby sparkle it hangs. the gold chain complimenting the red jewel and making it complete.

crepus clutches the necklace, looking at it longingly before placing it back in the chest. he places out all the old clothes from the container and lays it on his bed.

"you can keep your soulmate's things here like i once did. your pops is getting too old anyway, i-"

kaeya interrupts crepus jumps on the clothes that are on the bed, creating a havoc in the room. he jumps on the bed with so much energy even after diluc tells him about the story of the 5 little monkeys jumping on the bed.

though, crepus is having none of that. he picks up diluc by his small arms and flings him to kaeya, looking like a bowling ball knocking down a pin. the two boys gasp for air, shooting dirty looks at their father before they chase him out of the house.

the corner of diluc's mouth twitch up ever so slightly, remembering when he first knew of his soulmate. it would take a very observant person to notice his smile. he polishes the glass behind angel's share's counter. under the filtered sunlight, the glass glints. satisfied with the cleanliness.

the chest his father game him was fill of trinkets his soulmate had lost over the years, and good grief. his soulmate must be the most disorganized person ever. he remembers walking to dawn winery and a sack of mora drop on his feet. it wasn't a pleasant feeling, but the thing that has diluc worried is how his soulmate tends to lose the biggest things like a 7-foot-tall teddy bear.

diluc is about to place the wine glass on a cupboard until SMACK.

a thick paper hits his face from seemingly nowhere and so he knows that is his soulmate losing the tenth thing for the day. he has a room dedicated for the things his soulmate has lost, and he thinks he might need a second room.

he pulls the paper off his face and his eyes widen in shock. this two-inch thick paper are legal documents. loan agreements. overdue loan agreements.

[Name] [Last Name]

he notes the name in his head. [Name] owes the fatui 35 thousand mora as interest. what kind of reckless person- then it hits his mind. that sack of mora that fell from the sky was that 35 thousand to pay off the loans.

he knows where to go. he leaves the wineglass on the counter for charles to pick up and hastily grabs his coat and leaves the door.

"liyue, liyue, liyue, and the fatui." he chants in his head. loans. he greets his maid before ascending to his room. he snatches the mora that dropped on his feet and sprints out the door to retrieve his stallion.

a few hours at most to make it to where his fated partner was at, and so he sets off.

arriving at liyue is strange, seeing diluc's attire did not match the city, and seeing his hands are holding the reins of his horse tightly. a strange traveler from a foreign land... with a majestic stallion. he looks like a prince straight out of a fairytale.

he lightly pats his horse, urging to go a bit faster from the trotting they were doing until he meets the gaze of a distressed person in front of the fatui.

"i swear! i had the money and the papers just today!"

diluc scoffs, knowing who they were now, and they did not have the money today. they lost it a week ago.

"listen," the masked fatui grumbles. "im just here to do my job. if i don't have the money in my hands right now i'll-"

diluc jumps off the saddle and unloads the sack of mora from the side, dropping it on the fatui's hand with a seething glare, yet still polite.

"i believe they owe you 35 thousand? sounds about right, no?" he says, letting his diplomatic side show a bit. "for the sake of it, why not amuse me and take this, david. hmm?"

the fatui goes rigid, hearing his name. he slowly lifts his eyes up, "master diluc." he curtly nods and skittishly walks away. one time david spilled drinks at a mondstadt political gathering. he spilled it on diluc.

the ragnvindr waits for the fatui to walk away before turning to his, supposedly love of his life.

"you're the one who lost a 7-foot-tall teddy bear when i was six," he points out, waiting for your response.

his soulmate sheepishly smiles, "well- i would have a good defense but hey, did you at least enjoy having a 7-feet-tall teddy bear fall on you?"

"i did, along with a glass mug falling on me as well."

"i just cant believe how you never lose your stuff!" they retort, "the only thing i got was a missing tooth from you."

the tip of diluc's ears turn the same colour as his hair, but still wears a stoic expression. "i'm diluc ragnvindr," he greets, slightly bowing his head.

"and i'm yours"

part 2: with ganyu, kaeya and thoma

[candied-peach]

ao3: “the swirl of storm clouds” rating: T genre: hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending warnings: intruloceit, remus typical thoughts (violence/gross/bugs) description: Sometimes chaos is the wrong answer. Remus knows this very well.

"Stop ignoring me!"

Remus smiles a shark's smile when Logan's eyes glow orange. He is supposed to be pleased at this point, he thinks. Instead, he just feels vaguely sick to his stomach, like someone's taken his internal organs and given them a good shake, right into a blender.

"Oooh, Logan, now you're speaking my language," Remus purrs, but it feels like every syllable is full of needles, sharp and pointed, slicing his throat to ribbons as someone rips them free of his lungs. "But who do you really want to scream that at?" He sinks down, and promptly bursts into tears, curled up in the center of Janus's bed, breathing in the spicy cinnamon and chai scent of his boyfriend.

"Remus?" Janus asks in concern, from the doorway. "Remus, what's wrong?"

"Everything," Remus hiccups. His face is blotchy red and his nose can't stop streaming snot into his mustache. Anyone else would probably be grossed out. Remus can't bring himself to care. His eyes are puffy and red-rimmed and they burn, like someone's poured a few drops of battery acid into his tear ducts. "I- I said- Logan-" He wails again, loud and sharp. Janus's arms come around him, pulling him close, uncaring of the tears spurting everywhere and the snot clotting his mustache.

"What about Logan?" Janus asks softly.

"Orange spoke through me," Logan says from the doorway, his voice calm and collected. Too calm. He sounds like he does when he talks to Roman and Patton sometimes, when they've spoken over him for the millionth time, and he's too tired to care anymore. Remus's stomach sinks to the tips of his shoes. He's fucked up. He's fucked up so badly, and he doesn't even understand why. This was supposed to be a simple day. Logan had scheduled everything perfectly.

And then Remus came around to fuck it all up. His intrusive thoughts just kept bulging out of his head like the skin was about to split open and birth a thousand squirming, wriggling maggots, blood, and brain matter into the world, and he just-

He fucked up.

"I'm sorry!" Remus blurts out, as Janus rubs soothing circles into his back, comfort he doesn't deserve, not truly. It belongs to Logan, not him. He's not the one who became Orange's puppet today. He's not the one crammed full of orange juice energy, squished into every crack and crevice of his being.

"Apology accepted," Logan says, and he doesn't sound cold anymore, he just sounds...tired. Remus could weep in relief and he does, as Logan joins them on the bed, wrapping his arms around Remus and Janus both.

"Are you all right?" Logan asks. "Your intrusive thoughts..."

"Peachy!" Remus says, his voice cracking on the word. Logan frowns, then pulls him closer.

"We'll figure it out," Janus says softly, his tone warm and soothing. It's enough to make Remus's eyelids start to droop, worn out after the near panic attack and fit of crying. Janus summons a clean handkerchief and gently wipes off his face, banishing the cloth into nothing when he's finished. Normally, Remus might protest at the removal of another layer of grime, but he just sighs in relief this time, glad to have the mucus and residue of tears wiped free.

"So Nico, huh?" Remus asks in a watery voice, attempting an eyebrow waggle. Logan smiles at it, and Janus even laughs, a short, soft burst that makes Remus's chest warm and fuzzy, like a baby caterpillar.

"Nico," Logan agrees. He sounds a little too worn out for Remus's liking and his arm tightens around Logan's back, yanking him closer.

"Your schedule was a great idea, Lo Lo," Remus says loyally. "If Thomas doesn't listen next time, I'll nail his fingers to a chalk board."

"I don't think that would help, cephy," Logan says. "But thank you."

The waves of intrusive thoughts that usually batter his brain recede, at least for now, and Remus leans against his boyfriends, soft and safe and warm.

[apollostears]

BEEN LIKE THIS [ h. iwaizumi ]

↬︎ anime: haikyuu

↬︎ pairing: hajime iwaizumi x fem!black!reader

↬︎ warning(s): timeskip!haikyuu, afab, swearing, angst, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, miscommunication

PLOT. iwaizumi’s changing and it’s affecting your relationship, and emotions, with him. [been like this: doja cat]

part two

you thought the both of you would get married. that you guys would genuinely become high school sweethearts, but after he came back from cali and the both of you started living together, things changed. your eyes followed his every move as he maneuvered his way around oikawa’s kitchen. the old setter was finally becoming a father and you guys were in attendance for the gender reveal.

you were on the couch, sitting with oikawa’s fiancé as you attempted to listen to her about the baby she was carrying. but it was hard to focus when all you could think about was what your boyfriend could be saying about you to his friends. it wasn’t right, you knew, but the both you had an argument before showing up and lately, iwaizumi made it a habit to bitch about you to anyone who’d listen. maybe he didn’t know you could hear him vehemently rant about you over the phone to mattsun or maybe he just didn’t care. either way, it had you on edge.

“hey, y/n are you listening?” emma, oikawa’s fiancé, asked you. noticing that you hadn’t actually been listening to her.

“uh no, i’m so sorry em. what were you saying?” you adverted your attention from iwaizumi leaving to head out back with the boys and focused on the pregnant woman in front of you.

emma’s face was sympathetic. you never talked to her about your problems with iwaizumi, but her fiancé had such a fat ass mouth that she knew. she often heard the bitter words he’d say about you to his best friend. it made her sick just thinking about it. and from the look on your face, you looked like you were dying from it.

“oh, my love.” emma cooed and as soon as she opened her arms for you to fall in, you bursted into tears.

when was the last time you cried and someone cared? it wasn’t this morning when you were screaming your lungs out at iwaizumi as he accused you of cheating. it wasn’t the other day when he told you you were lying about loving him. it wasn’t all the other times either.

fuck. . .that’s pathetic.

“i don’t know what to do anymore. since he’s been like this it’s just been hell. like i don’t even know him. and i’m tired. i’m so tired emma.” you sobbed into her shoulder.

she whispered sweet things in your ear, soothingly rubbing your back as she bit her tongue on all the things she really wanted to say about you the athletic trainer. “you gotta let it go babe. you know you do.”

and that caused another sob to tear through you. you didn’t mean to ruin her gender reveal shirt, but it was hard to stop. “but i’m scared, em. where am i going to go? my whole life has been him.”

“i’m here for you. we all are, to be honest. just don’t let him take anymore of your energy.”

with a shaky breath, you lifted yourself from emma’s motherly embrace and wiped your eyes. “i’m gonna head to the bathroom.”

emma nodded wordlessly at you as she watched you head to the guest bathroom. on your walk to the bathroom, you passed by the sliding door leading to the backyard. you could hear them laughing and it made you nauseous. you couldn’t remember the last time you and iwaizumi had fun and laughed. this wasn’t fun anymore. and no matter how many times you lied to yourself about being okay with how he was, about being able to soldier through it because it wouldn’t always be like this, you always knew that it stay like this.

closing the bathroom door behind you, you faced yourself in the mirror. eyes red and puffy, dark skin dewy from the tears that coated your cheeks. some of you makeup had moved but you didn’t care. how did it get this bad? as you angrily scrubbed at your face, you tried to remember where things went south. it was after cali, but not immediately and it was after he started his new job. whatever it was, you knew you would never be able to be friends with him. any relationship would be gone. god may be able to forgive him, but you knew it would be a cold day in hell before you ever did.

feeling as satisfied as you could with your face, you cleaned up your mess and exited the bathroom. but what you heard from outside stopped you in your tracks.

“so, when are you going to finally marry y/n bro? you guys have been together forever man and i’m honestly surprised that oikawa is pulling ahead of you.” it wasn’t hard to realize that was bokuto’s voice. he was always excited about yours and iwaizumi’s relationship. you wish you could say the same.

you held your breath waiting for iwaizumi’s answer. before things changed, you would have definitely married him, but with the way things have been you knew that wasn’t an option.

“tsk, never. honestly man, she’s such a drag. i don’t know, it was fun at first but i don’t love her anymore. i’m not even attracted to her.”

he said it so easily. and by the look on his friends faces, they were just as surprised as you. you were worth nothing to him. all the times you tried to explain your feelings and he would dismiss you as lying, you were nothing. every time he stood you up without so much as an apology, you were nothing. no value, no worth, nothing.

your feet carried you before your mind could even think. soon, the door had been slid open and their talking had ceased. for the first time in awhile, you were being seen.

“i gave you everything, hajime. everything i ever did, every move i ever made, was for you. for us. and i don’t know what the fuck happened to you, but i am never, and i mean NEVER speaking to you ever again. you piece of shit, you don’t deserve anything this life gives you or the next. and while you sit and talk shit about me to your friends, tell them how cruel you are. tell them the reasons why we argue. i’d never marry you anyway, a bitch like you gives me a bad image.” you spoke venomously, not giving him or anyone else the time to respond as you turned and left them.

bless your heart hajime, but i can’t take no more.

NOTE. boo iwaizumi, you whore!!

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[theinvisiblecapricorn]

Surprise.. Surprise.. Part Two.

Click here to read part 1:

Fluff and a bit of mentioned smut implied.

Part two.

// Vinnie’s POV //

I couldn’t believe my eyes. This isn’t real right? Was I dreaming? I mean, I didn’t have a lot of sleep last night because I was worried sick due to Y/N not responding to me anymore.

I rub my eyes as I watch in the direction of the person again and there’s no way it couldn’t be her.

Then she turns her face into my direction and my heart starts pounding. There she is, the love of my life, the only person who can make my day just by popping up in my notifications, Y/N.

As I try to open my door, I hear Alex locking it.

���’ Let me out! ‘’ I look at Alex as I try to unlock the door, but unable because he keeps his hand in front of the lock.

‘’ You haven’t answered my question yet. ‘’ Alex smirks at me, but I do not find it funny at all.

‘’ Please let me out and I’ll show you what I would do if she were to stand in front of me ‘’

And with, I heard the door unlock. I jumped out of the car and ran as fast as I could to the person who I longed for the most.

// Y/N’s POV //

I just stand there, frozen, as Vinnie is trying his best to escape from Alex’s car.

I think to myself: ‘’ Oh my god, okay this is really happening. How’s my hair? Does my breath stink? I mean, I just got of a 11-hour long plane flight. What if he doesn’t like the way I look? What if I’m not even near what he expected me to be? ‘’ I start to panic, but no time for that because before I know it I am attacked by two strong arms that lift me of the ground. Almost instantly, as I feel his warmth, my entire body relaxes as I wrap my legs around his torso. Feeling safe and calm in the arms of the boy that I love.

( Vinnie & Y/N )

‘’ Vinnie.. ‘’ I feel my eyes getting watery as my hands find their way into his dirty blonde curls.

He looks up at me, with tears glistening in the corners of his eyes as well. God, he’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.

‘’ Y/N, I can’t believe it.. *sniff* you’re finally here. ‘’ His voice cracks a bit as he tries to hold back the tears.

‘’ Oh baby, yes I am. And I’m planning on staying that way for a while. ‘’ I wipe his tears as we stare into each other’s eyes.

‘’ May I kiss you, please? ‘’ He asks, in a hesitantly way.

I nod as our lips come closer. This is the moment I have been waiting for.

// Vinnie’s POV //

The moment I held Y/N in my arms, I could feel our hearts melt together as one. This was everything I have ever dreamed about. She was finally where she belonged, with me. I tried to hold back the tears from escaping my eyes but failed terribly. I didn’t care though. It were tears of joy, the tears you get when you finally found your forever home after all the disappointments from past experiences. We both were ready to give up, on finding someone. Instead, I can almost with 100% say we found the one. The kind of person who you want to share the rest of your life with, who doesn’t back out easily and is ready to fight for it, no matter the cost. I’m ready to be that person for Y/N, to show her that real love indeed does exists. Whatever it takes.

‘’ May I kiss you, please? ‘’ I couldn’t wait to kiss and love her, but I’m not one to rush things in.

As soon as she nods, I caress her cheek with my hand, while my other hand supports her body.

This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.

We connect our lips at the same time. I swear to God, if you looked closely, I’m positive you would’ve seen fireworks coming from between us. Her lips are soft, like velvet rose petals. I set her on the ground, as I deepen the kiss. Both hands on her cheeks. Her face, not her butt, I am a gentleman okay.

‘’ Well, guys I guess this is the answer we’ve been looking for. ‘’ Alex zooms in on our kiss before turning the camera towards himself.

‘’ I hope you guys enjoyed this video, make sure to give it a thumbs up, subscribe if not already and we will see you in the next. Vinnie, Y/N say bye to our viewers!” Y/N pulls back from the kiss first to turn towards Alex and blows kisses while smiling. The most beautiful smile you’ll ever get to see if you’d ask me. I wave as well, while holding Y/N close to me.

Alex stops recording and walks towards us, he greets Y/N and gives me a hug.

‘’ So, I gather you like your surprise? ‘’

‘’ Yes, I do. Thanks Alex. I appreciate it. ‘’

‘’ Hey, sometimes I can be a nice guy, plus the number of views we’re getting once I put this video online will be insane. ‘’

Y/N giggles at Alex’s comment and my heart almost bursts out of my chest just by hearing it.

Alex walks inside of the house as I take Y/N’s hand.

‘’ Want to see my room? ‘’ I smirk as she blushes.

‘’ Vincent Hacker, are you trying to fuck me? On our first date? ‘’ I freeze, panic, start sweating.

‘’ What? Me? Never. ‘’ I relax as Y/N begins to laugh.

‘’ Sure, and for the record, I wouldn’t mind though. ‘’ She smirks as we start walking towards the house. This girl will be the end of me.

// Y/N’s POV //

We walk through the house as I greet everyone.

Vinnie takes my hand and leads me up the stairs.

‘’ Ayo, don’t forget to use a condom lovebirds. ‘’ Michael yells.

Vinnie turns around to flip him off as we continue to walk up the stairs.

We walk into his room and it’s bigger than I had imagined.

I stare at the wall with the painting on it, it’s beautiful. When I turn around I see his desk with his filming set up. I remember the nights on which I got a notification that Vinnie was streaming on Twitch. He told me that he streams when he’s tired because it gives him an energy boost. But once he ends the stream, it doesn’t take him long to fall asleep.

I look around his room further as I feel two strong arms around my waist. Warm breath in my neck, followed by small kisses. I giggle.

‘’ What do you want to do, baby? ‘’ He asks me in a huskily voice.

‘’ Well, first of all I would love to take a shower. My hair looks rough, and I could use a bit body wash as well. And after that, I want to be anywhere as long as I am close to you. ‘’ Vinnie turns me around as he gives me a long and loving kiss on my lips.

He walks to his closet and pulls out a big sized T-shirt of his own. One I recognize from our late night facetimes. ‘’ Here, wear this. It’ll look amazing on you. ‘’ I smile as I take it from him.

‘’ Care to join me in the shower? It’ll save water and I would love to see you in your natural thirst trap habitat. ‘’ Vinnie blushes. I haven’t seen him blush before and I think it's the cutest thing ever.

‘’ You... you want me to? I mean... it’s no big deal. We live in a house full of people who work. We earn enough money so don’t you worry about the water bill; I can stay here and shower when you’re d...’’

I pull him closer to me as I stare into his eyes. I ghost my lips over his.

‘’ Vin, I want you to join me in the shower. I’ve been waiting for this long enough. Please join me, I promise I won’t bite. ‘’ I wink at him as I give him a quick peck on the lips. He moans against my lips.

Before I can say anything else, I feel Vinnie pull me into his bathroom and locking it. It’s going to be a long night.

Please let me know what you think and if you want a part 3. :)