#my therapist is always so ready for tea about this now though

[youredyingthatsallthereis]

nothing feels more offensive to me than hearing sappy music and actually thinking about someone in particular

[jellyj777]

04; Kiss? | THE PATIENT

THE PATIENT | Book | Ch04;Kiss?

JungkookxReader (smut/fluff/angst)

— Falling in love with a patient in an asylum might not be everyone's tea but you had a thing to fix something you never broke at first place.

Words: 4.8k+

TROPES:: One sided hate, Therapist Au.

SYNOPSIS:: —"Don't trust me, Believe in me"

WARNINGS:: Talk about abuse, Violence ahead, explicit language, Anger issues

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Seok: I'm nervous as fuck, Y/N.

Seok: Send help T-T.

You chuckle at the emoticon he used. Silly funny guy.

You: It's not your first time, don't worry too much ffs.

You: Haven't you been doing this for like five years now?

Seok: So?! That doesn't mean I can't get nervous.

There are new interns at our place this for this meeting, like five or six more, definitely more than last time. True. New university students always join to get their internships to become future nurses or doctors but what confuses you is that why is Hoseok nervous?

Out of all the doctors in this place, you have never seen Hoseok nervous before well that is because he never is. He has always presented whenever these meetings happened and he was never nervous. Always smiley with his tone and words.

You: It's not your first time, stop worrying too much. We're all there for you, Seok. I'd be sitting in front.

Seok: You better be ready for my glare.

Seok: I'll be staring at you while explaining the crowd. Makes it easy ^_^

You roll your eyes and swing on the chair with your back slumped against the same, makes you curious of his topic. He didn't talk about it like he always does before the presentation.

You: Whatever, if that helps you then do so.

You: What's your topic anyways? Thought you've been researching for days now.

Seok: Bipolar Disorder

Seok: We got a new patient with it and I researched for the nurses to learn about the symptoms and stuff.

Bipolar Disorder. Good one and would help the nurses to learn more about the disease.

You: Oh that's cool. I'll see you in the meeting room.

You: You got this!!

<Seok liked a message you sent>

Seok: Thxx.

Seok: See u.

Putting your phone down, you get up from your seat to make your way out of the clinic. The clinic named under your name in the hospital designed with little things of yours just for the sake of your own mental health.

It's not easy to work in hospital especially as a nurse or a doctor. Especially when you can get slapped before by a patient, saying by the experience while you were working as a nurse doing mainly your internship. It's only been three years since you became a doctor in your department before that life, as a nurse, it wasn't easy at all.

Being a nurse in a mental hospital can be something which is risky for your own mental health too, you're surely aware of how stressful these types of meetings can be from a doctor's and a nurse's perspective. You remember the time when you were a nurse and Hoseok was one of the doctors back then.

He is always cheerful with the staff (the position of the staff doesn't matter) and made the place better than the emotional hell rollercoaster it was, but it amazes you how Hoseok is such a nice doctor even though he has witnessed a lot of bad stuff happening with his patients, done by the patients themselves.

Hoseok is one strong man that you know. Emotionally of course and on physical matters, it truly depends. You're aware how hard it can be to cope up with a patient's pain. Again, with experience.

He was the patient for you at that time. Left quite an impression on you to be honest.

A shrill like scream echoed in the hallway taking you out of your thoughts. The nurses rush towards the sound of the scream and with a frown, you follow along with the nurses. Not confused, just surprised at the sudden outburst. It wasn't uncommon to hear these types of shrills, screams, cries in the hospital building.

Many patients had different illnesses meaning that they have different hallucinations regarding the same. You walk past Jungkook's room who was looking out of the window with his one hand fiddling with elastic as he stretches the elastic out and another 'pop' sound in the room of his.

The sound of the elastic pop echoes. Not in the room but in his mind. Didn't even pay attention to the scream. Too busy with his own thoughts.

"Shit." You murmur and walk past the nurses to look at one of your patients who was laying on the floor with blood oozing of their wrist. "Bring the medic kit."

One of the nurses nod and rush away to bring the kit. Your hand wrapped around the wrist of the patient, mouth leaving comforting words that everything's gonna be fine.

Ji a. A patient who had ED. Suffered from the societal norms of getting fat-shammed in her early teens now in her late 20s has self-harm as her coping defense mechanism and is suffering from malnutrition.

Her other hand held the butter knife. It's actually phenomenal how some patients have found a way to do self harm without any materials provided to them.

You grab the butter knife and throw it away while one of the nurses clean up the wound and the other injects the injection through her forearm which makes her hiss. Ji a cried loud and clear letting you know she's in pain, in pain with the thing that she caused herself.

"It's fine, everything's gonna be fine..." your voice trails off in Ji a's mind, her head drops with a 'thud' on your lap, eyes closed and all the uneasiness washes away.

With a sigh, you get up after Ji a is safely tucked into bed and one of the helping hands walks in the mop to clean the blood from the floor.

"Doc. Mun, your coat..." The nurse points at your coat which had splash of bloods on it. Would leave a stain for sure but it was nonetheless than unusual. A little stain of blood is something every doctor is used to in here due to some of the patients.

"It's fine," you reassure and shrug it off but speak up again, "but what's not fine is that who forgot the butter knife."

The tension among the nurses infront of you rises as no one answers. "I just want to know who forgot it, no big consequences will be taken. Mistakes are tend to happen." You repeat, wanting the person who left the knife to admit without feeling scared, of course mistakes are tend to happen and a lesson should be taught so that it doesn't occur again.

Finally, a nurse steps in front, someone who you haven't seen before. You tilt your eyebrows upwards with a head tilt. "Was it you?" You ask. She nods.

"Everyone, make sure Ji a is fast asleep and check up the place again," You pause and point at the small closet beside the bed. "Make sure to check the cupboard, under the bed and anything that can help in self-harming should be removed."

The nurses nod and get to work, with squinted eyes you read the new nurse's name 'Sarah'. "And Sarah, please be at my office after checking up."

Sarah nods and waits for you to walk out. With a final look around the room, the other patient looking frightened by the encounter is now being comforted by the nurse. You walk out of the room to change your blood stained coat.

First time this week, new achievement for the year as it's Wednesday and it's only the first time blood got stained on your coat.

After changing your coat in the changing room for staff only, you make your way back to your clinic where Sarah was waiting out looking nervous, her gaze fixed on the pillar in front and wasn't even trying to look for you until your eyes meet. You gesture her to get in to which she nods, passes you a nervous smile, makes you reciprocate with your soft one.

The moment you both step, the awkward silence burns in the air, being the doctor you were and the senior one, it meant you're supposed to start the conversation. "I won't scold you," you start breaking the uneasiness and clear your throat. "Mistakes happen but you should be considerate with the choices you're providing for the patients."

Sarah nods, "I know, I'm so sorry, Doctor Mun. I just got transferred from a hospital to here and it's different. This is not an excuse for my behavior but it won't repeat again."

You're glad she took responsibility for her issue and it's normal to make mistakes. We're all just humans after all. "Um, I didn't know what illness was Ji a suffering from." She murmurs again quietly.

Your eyerbrows crease together, "What do you mean that you're not aware of what Ji a's suffering from?" You ask clearly confused by her statement. How can a nurse who is given a patient can't know the diagnosis of the patient.

"I mean, nobody told me. I'm telling you Doctor Mun, I'm new to the place." She pauses awkwardly fidgeting with her hands before she continues again not sure if the words she'll propose are correct. "I got transferred from a normal hospital with normal patients to this horrendous place."

"Horrendous? Excuse me." You scoff and fold your arms in front of your chest. Calling a helping hospital for patients who did not even want a specific diagnosis horrendous is crazy. This is not the correct vocab you'll use for this place.

At least not horrendous.

Sarah just shrugs her shoulders again looking uncomfortable for this conversation. "I said what I said, it's just new to me" She states again, staying stuck to her ground.

"Listen, I understand it's new to you but you cannot call a hospital — any kind — horrendous. Please improve your vocab cause I won't be tolerating this kind of language in a workplace where we are the helping hands for citizens. Understood?"

She nods, so you continue. "If you find this place being hard for you to handle please transfer to another hospital and the mistake that happened today should not be repeated. If you need any help with knowing some diagnosis, you can always come to my office, got it?"

"Yes, Doctor Mun." She nods again as you gesture her to leave with a small smile which she reciprocates and bows before leaving the room.

The lights shut off in the presentation room with projector being the only source of light at the moment, Hoseok clears his throat with a smile, his eyes the room and ended up landing it at you just like he promised.

"Hello everyone," he starts. "I'm Doctor. Jung for many of you who are new to the department or are doing their internships in here for future doctors or nurses. This is the meeting room where the doctors will knowledge you about general topics which can help you to learn more about the patients, I'll be starting today by talking about Bipolar Disorder as mentioned in the slide of the presentation."

He points at the screen behind him with his hand, there were total of six nurses in the room with three new interns and three doctors including you. You sat beside Dr. Kim, eyes locked in the front with your focus on the presentation.

These meetings are basically for new people in the hospital or even the old nurses who want to learn more about mental health diagnosis. You were basically here to support Hoseok knowing he returns the favor by coming to your presentations too, you already knew about bipolar disorder but supporting your friend is more important in this situation.

"Bipolar disorder is something that society believes into happening with anger issues in someone. Yes, this can be right but there are different types of Bipolar diseases and not all of them occur due to anger issues." Hoseok clicks the 'enter' button on the keyboard as the slide moves to second page with ease.

The second slide contained of three partition graph of types of bipolar diseases; "Bipolar 1 is defined by maniac attacks which are last up to seven days which can severe in many cases leading the patient to be rushed to hospital." He speaks.

"How severe?" The previous nurse, Sarah asks just like before she looked genuinely confused. Not her fault to begin with, she had zero knowledge about mental health and her transfer here is something that is really funny in a way and you're sure Hoseok will give you the tea about her transfer later, that is making you curious in a way now.

"Very, that patients suffering from this specific type of diagnosis go through depressive and maniac attacks altogether." Hoseok replies as Sarah nods her and writes down in her notebook.

"The worst part about this specific type is that the person suffering from it can change their mood from being overly happy which can be included in mania," He points out so that the interns can write down. "and feeling overly down which can be categorized under depressive attacks."

"So, a person can feel happy and sad at the same time?" An intern asks.

"Yes and the emotions of roller coaster is so fast that the person doesn't even what's happening." He nods and moves to another slide, "The worst part is that the emotions of roller coasters are so high that people can even hallucinate or even get delusions."

"Hallucinations and Delusions? Can you give more specific example for this situation?" Sarah asks raising her arm as Hoseok nods back.

"People living with this disease can feel strange sensations like hearing or seeing something that was never there which is also known as hallucinations; They also seem to believe in irrational stuff which may seem irrelevant to other people. Also note down that this usually happens when a person is going through a maniac or depressive episode."

Sarah nods so Hoseok continues, "A person with bipolar may be unaware that they going with a maniac phase or episode which means, they might be shocked after their phase is over or would mainly not believe people that they actually did something like that. It sound surreal to them basically."

A nurse raises her hand as Hoseok points after to speak, "Is there any cure for this? Like fully cure? Can a person live normally again after being diagnosed with this disease?" She asks.

"Unfortunately no, a person cannot live normally again. Bipolar disease is something which is life long and a person will survive basically on meds their whole life. They would also get episodes out of nowhere and that is what the meds help them in." He shifts his weight form one leg to another, "Meds prescribes can help in reducing the hallucinations and helps in balancing out the happiness with sadness in  a person's life."

The next fifteen minutes went by Hoseok answering questions about the diagnosis and went much deeper about this topic. He took the questions and explained thoroughly with a smile and did not get annoyed at basic or even the most obvious questions. Thanks to his six years of training in being a doctor.

He later explained about this new patient who will be transferred here from another hospital next week, the patient was young and that is something uncommon in this specific disorder.

Bipolar can start from the earliest ages in childhood but children are often neglected thinking they are just acting up as kids or even in late 40s with anger and emotions build up. The guy who is being transferred is mere twenty-five and has been admitted since a year now.

"You did great as usual," You smile and pat Hoseok's back who walked beside you, the presentation ended five minutes ago and everyone went back to doing their work.

He shrugs with a proud smirk making you roll your eyes knowing he'll talk about his presentation for the next few hours at this point. He'll point out how good he was while talking about his topic even though this guy was glaring into your soul for the whole time. Was too nervous to even break eye contact. "You know I'm the best."

"Yeah, as if you weren't dyeing in there." You sarcastically comment with a sarcastic smug like smile.

"Ok, bae. I get you're jealous of my speaking skills." He grins walking into your clinic following you behind.

"Fuck off," You laugh and settle back in your chair putting the notes from today on the table, "What's up with the new nurse?"

"Who? Sarah?" He raises his eyebrows settling himself in front of you on the chair. Your hands fiddling on the table with the paperweight, your favorite thing to do in the world besides fixing stuff of course.

You nod, "Yeah, she even forgot butter knife in Ji a's room."

"Oh that was what the scream was about?" He asks, he knew about the patient Ji a, you told him about her condition and everything as he does the same bout his patients. He did in fact heard a scream when he was re-reading his notes for the nth time in front of the mirror but didn't pay much attention knowing it's really common for that to happen.

"Yeah," You reply.

"Hm, Sarah?" He hums again, head tilted upwards thinking about Sarah's transfer. "Oh, she got transferred here from Gwangju district." He answers, eyes back on you as he recalled the talk he had in the morning about new staff.

"Reason?" You raise an eyebrow at him.

"She was like too nice there and got transferred here. Apparently she'll take time with every patient which is a good thing but the amount of staff normal hospital has are less causing the work to be delayed." He answers.

You nod back even though you wanted to scoff at his but now it makes sense why Sarah got transferred here and being honest she doesn't look like the person Hoseok is describing. Maybe you need more time with her to get to know her fully.  

After having a talk with Hoseok for the next fifteen minutes, mostly him breaking down the tea he got from another department. Hosoek got up to leave for his clinic. Says a quick 'see you at lunch' and walks out of the clinic room.

You hum to the jazz music that was playing through the small speaker connected to you and go back to doing your work. The door opening catches you a little off guard cause no nurse was allowed to enter a doctor's clinic without permission. You look up and your eyes meet up with Jungkook who stood there in his hospital pajamas, his expression a little unfocused and haze.

"Jungkook?" You ask, he gulps and walks in the room closing the door behind. This was confusing cause what was he doing here if he's supposed to be in his room.

"I need help." He speaks and takes a seat in front of you. You pause the jazz music quick and look at him with curious yet confused eyes. You don't mean to sound rude but you won't currently be getting paid to listen to his rant but you'll welcome it the most if it meant to help him or any other patients in his position.

"Yes? What is it?" You ask back, focus on him now.

"I did a bad thing." He replies, voice soft and innocent unlike how it usually is.

"A bad thing?" You ask back with a smile keeping calm cause both of you can't be panicking.

He nods, "You know Ji a?" He asks as if you were unaware of her. His choice of question now made you more curious, confused of why he's asking if you know Ji a cause you're basically her caretaker and doctor.

"Yeah, what about her? Did you talk with her today?" You question back with a smile but the frown on your face was opposite from the tone of your voice, happy cause he made a friend, maybe? but he just nods and stays silent. His expression was guilty which made your smile fall getting the sign that it wasn't just a friendly chat.

Silence settle between you two as you wait for him to speak but he avoided your gaze. Okay! the hell you mean he'll walk in firstly without permission and then talk like he did a big ass crime and then not speaking at all. "You can tell me, I won't tell anyone, y'know?" You break the silence slowly with a whisper.

He gulps "She, um, came to me today and started talking." He speaks again trying his best to explain the situation. You nod back showing that you're listening to him and he can continue talking. "She kissed me." Jungkook sighs finally letting it out of his chest, doesn't want to roam around the situation that happened. He didn't fully trust you but believed in you that you won't tell anyone hopefully.

Your eyes widened and eyebrows raised very confused now. His head hung low after his confession thinking he did something bad. "I'm sorry, what?" You ask not quiet believing him.

"Yeah, she, um kissed me and I don't know how but she just came to me and started talking and then the next moment she kissed me." He states, panic filled his voice as he looks up again to meet your not believing gaze.

"So you both kissed?" You ask again, he nods and you nod too. You both are quiet again, silence takes over between you two. You didn't see anything bad in this, they just kissed. What's the bad thing about it? "Can you explain me what happened fully?" You ask.

"She came to me and showed me her wrist when I was going to the washroom. She had like bandage around it and then suddenly she kissed me!" He exclaims.

Okay. So the kiss just didn't happen, it happened without his permission which is crazy. In the three years of being a doctor this is not the first time you're hearing about a patient kissing the other, both of them haven't felt intimacy for years now. Longer for Jungkook more than it was for Ji a. You've found patient even fucking in the field so this wasn't the craziest thing you ever heard. What was crazy though that it was out of Jungkook's consent.

"You didn't wanted to kiss her?" You ask and he shakes his head proving that he in fact did not wanted to kiss Ji a. "So, why'd you think that you did the bad thing? You did nothing bad in this." You speak, tone soft keeping up with your phycology major. Thanks to the university teacher who made you find calm in any situation. Periodt. 

"I don't know but I didn't wanted to kiss her," He tried to explain shifting uncomfortably in his seat. It was clear sign that he didn't wanted to kiss Ji a but he wasn't sure how to say that in words.

"Uncomfortable?" You ask.

"Yeah, uncomfortable, it was out of nowhere and it fet so uneasy, more uneasy than the injections you guys give." He murmurs, nibbling on his lower lip.

"I'm sorry that happened, I'll talk Ji a and this would never happen again." You apologize, "Are you okay?"

He hesitates but nods; "I just... it's been a long time since I kissed someone or someone kissed me and it was a bit weird too."

"How long, hm? I'm so sorry, Jungkook that this happened to you. I promise this won't happen again." You murmur, a lump stuck jn your throat as you swallow. The feeling Jungkook must've felt must've been crazy to be honest and it was making you vulnerable even when you're thinking about it.

You're aware that Ji a is one of the patients and must have not been in her right mindset while doing something so serious. None of this excuses her behavior though, the way she luntched on Jungkook was clearly a sexual assault; doesn't matter if it was a small one.

"I don't like all this touching stuff," Jungkook declares hoping you'd understand his inability of being comfortable with touches. "And I haven't kissed anyone in a while so it really took me by surprise." He explains.

"I'll make sure it never happens again, Jungkook." You state with confident, this thing happening once was a big shock to you so it happening twice will be a big disappointment in it's own.

He nods, he believes you at least tries to you knowing you always stuck to your words. He gets up and was about to leave but stops in his tracks.

"Can I ask a favour, Doc?" He asks.

"Of course, anything. What is it?" You raise your eyebrows at him, now standing up from your chair so that you can drop Jungkook off to his room.

"Is there any way my room can be near your office?" He questions, voice low and slow almost a whisper. He said it as if it was a crime.

"Give me a second," You bite your bottom lip and bend down towards your computer to check if there's any rooms available nearby your clinic. "Hm, there's one room that was being renovated but it will take time."

He shrugs his shoulders, "I'm fine with the time taking, I just want to near your clinic so that I feel safe."

"Um, okay, I'll talk with someone and try my best to get you the room," You smile, standing up straight again. "Until then, just try to contact me or the nurses if something like this happens again."

He nods and walks out of your clinic with you behind him. The conversation towards his room was basically about his daily routine, about what he's eating nowadays or if he wants to try some new food or even fruits like last time. You got the feeling that he was still affected by the situation with Ji a which was quiet surprising cause Ji a has never thrown herself on to people moreover to kiss them.

She was very insecure about her looks, something that someone should not be but speaking generally out of her results, she was basically afraid to show herself to people. These fears led her to isolate herself from others, feeling conscious whenever someone looks at her, became a picky eater too.

You tried your best to make Jungkook feel safe, even if it was just a little. The effort put by you is enough to be noticed by Jungkook.

"Doc?" He starts, now sitting on his bed while you pour a cup of water for him and hum back to his questioning voice to answer. "Will you actually change my room?" He asks, yet again, a little conflicted and hesitant with his questions.

"I will try to, Jungkook." You hand him the glass of water, at least you'll try to change his room. If being honest, if not by you, you'll probably text another doctor in the department.

He nods and drinks his water; the tattoos on his arm were visible. Few inked tats here and there, to be honest, nobody knew what these tattoos on his right arm means. He never explained it to anyone; not even his friends or family or even the trusted doctors in the previous asylum and hospital he stayed at.

You'd love to ask him about the tattoos but that would be crossing the line. His tattoos were something which were present nowhere, not the documents, previous therapy sessions. Nothing.

"I'll let you know by tomorrow, okay?" You murmur, he nods in return before putting the now empty glass on the table beside his bed.

After making sure that he was all calm now, looked safe and after your reassurance he probably felt safe too. You leave the room quietly and the first thing that comes in your mind is CCTV footage. It's not like you didn't trust Jungkook. No. It's more like you wanted a reassurance yourself or confirmation if said in terms.

Seok: Wya?

You: Surveillance room; r you done with work?

Seok: Yea, lol.

Seok: Whatu doing there? 

Obvious question from an obvious guy. You rest your head on the table, cheek pressed with the table while your left hand angled and also pressed on the table to the side with your phone in your hand.

You: Getting some tea :P

Seok: Stopppp, actually?!?

The reaction was so expected. You chuckle and sit up after seeing the notification pop up on top of Hoseok's message.

You: Gonna tell you tom, gtg, Kim's calling !!

Seok: C'monnn don't leave me hanging :(

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A/N:

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thank you for supporting 'TP' or 'THE PATIENT' ! Here's an update after so long; I got so busy with my life :<. Anyways, love you and have an amazing day ! This chapter is the longest i’ve wrote till now and i got too lazy to even edit it cuz too much reading and i’ve re-read it a millions times already lol, should i post the smut taexreader that wasn’t written in chap 3 or not!?

[weministertomonsters]

A Shift In Character - 1

Your husband is coming home today. You shift listlessly on the couch, staring at the movie playing on your laptop while your mind travels hundreds of miles away, to where he must be in a hotel room, packing up and getting ready for his flight.

I'm going to have to talk to him, you think. We can't keep going on like this.

You love your husband, you really do. But it feels like at some point in your marriage of three years, you got on different trains heading in different directions. He dove headfirst into his work, while you settled down to start making a home out of your house.

You have terrible communication skills, but he isn't stupid.

He had asked what was wrong about a month ago as he hopped into bed after his nightly workout and shower.

He was home for a rare weekend off from work, and you had spent it with an amiable air between you. As if you were roommates and nothing more.

You had been reading, but now you pressed your face into your pillow and mumbled that it was nothing with your back turned to him.

What you really wanted to ask was why he wouldn't have sex with you anymore. Was there someone else? Was it because you had gained weight? Were you no longer attractive?

In your mind you screamed these questions at him. But in reality, the embarrassment froze you up so that the times he did ask, you always insisted it was nothing. So really, this is as much your fault as it is his.

That's why the guilt from last week is eating you alive. Your best friend had decided she'd had enough of your moping (you didn't want to talk to her about it either) and suggested that maybe you go to a professional.

"As in a therapist?" You'd asked, choking on your hot tea.

"Is that what you want?" She asked, speaking far too loudly and comfortably.

You snuck a burning gaze around the room and hoped no one was listening in.

"I'm fine. Therapists are for broken people," you mumbled and immediately hated how much you sounded like your father.

It was too late to take that back, though. Your friend tilted her head like she was seeing a new side of you.

"Who told you that?" She asked.

Suddenly, you felt stripped naked. You had said too much and at the same time, too little.

"I think I just need a fun night out," you said quickly, knowing it would distract her.

It worked. That was how you found yourself at a club at eleven in the evening, dancing till your feet were sore. You'd kept a strict regiment of clean living and sleeping early for a few years, but as you downed another shot you wondered why you had even bothered.

Before you knew it, your friend had disappeared in the crowd, and all of a sudden you had a stranger's hands on you. You turned to see a delightfully scruffy man with twinkling green eyes and a jaw you just want to rub your cheek against.

"Hi," you smiled and hiccupped, swaying to the beat.

He leaned in and for a second you felt his nose press against your neck, so quick that you thought maybe you imagined it. Goosebumps covered your skin.

"Where's your husband?" He asked, having to raise his voice to be heard.

"I don't know," you giggled, tossing your arms in the air. "He left me all alone."

You didn't think twice about how strangely pointed his question was. The strap of your high heel was coming loose, causing you to tip forward. You caught yourself with a hand against his chest. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough to feel a sliver of his skin, burning against your palm.

"Oops. I think I drank too much," you yelled in his ear. "I drank like, way too much. You're very hot by the way."

"I know," he said and took your hand gently and led you to a table in a quiet corner and gave you a bottle of water, sitting next to you.

"You're sad," he said. "I don't like it when pretty women are sad."

You took a sip from the bottle and now that you had sat down, the sadness started to creep back in.

"I think my husband doesn't love me anymore. He won't sleep with me," you admitted, trying to adjust your dress which was riding up dangerously high.

"What a shame," he said. "I can fix that."

"Really. How?" You leaned towards him, your boobs threatening to spill out of your dress. "Can you make him love me again?"

"He'll find you irresistible," the man promised, a predatory smirk creeping onto his face.

"Let me guess, you're going to try and sell me some kind of love potion or charm," you snorted. "I don't believe in those."

"No," he said and put his hand on your thigh.

That was when you should have pushed him away and left. But that simple touch woke your body up and with the alcohol buzzing in your veins, your mind lost the battle against your body.

You let him caress your thigh, your breath quickening as he leaned in.

Just one kiss won't hurt, you thought.

But that one kiss seemed to rewire your brain. His lips were so soft and hungry against your own before you realized what you were doing, you had straddled him, barely able to keep your moans to yourself. In retrospect, he seemed to be doing it more for you than himself. Like he knew what you had been missing. He tugged at your hair and your back arched as you pressed against him. He buried his face in your neck, leaving kisses on your skin.

"So fucking pretty," he growled huskily. "Your husband shouldn't be able to take his hands off of you."

"I..." The mention of your husband was like a bucket of cold water, bringing back some of your self-control.

"I need to go," you said, putting your hands against his broad shoulders and pushing.

He chuckled but he didn't let you up. One of his hands secured your hip and the other cupped the back of your neck, pulling you in.

"Please stop," you pleaded, trying to draw on your weak conviction.

He ignored you, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on your neck and suddenly biting down. You yelped at the sting of real pain as his teeth broke the skin. You fell off his lap in shock. He grinned at you with sharp teeth and eyes that glowed faintly in the dim lighting.

A primal part of you was afraid. You stumbled to your feet wondering if the alcohol was still making you see things. You rubbed your neck but your fingers came away clean. You looked back at him, but the chair was empty. It was like he disappeared into thin air, however, the throb between your legs told you that the encounter was very real.

The next day you bought your very first toy and smuggled it home as if the bag was see-through. You came thrice in the span of an hour and that was what had sealed your decision. You had needs too, damn it. You were tired of pretending otherwise.

Fast forward to today. You'd had a glass of wine, and your courage was off the charts compared to the usual. Your heart leaps in your throat when you hear his keys jingle in the lock. You're jumping up and you're by the door when it opens.

"Welcome home!" You say, dragging him into a hug. "I missed you," you murmur against his neck.

He smells so good, you could just eat him whole.

"It's only been a week, darling," he laughs and kisses you chastely on the cheek. "Let me bring my things in."

You follow him like an affectionate puppy. Finally, he placed his suitcase in the bedroom. He's about to unzip it and start unpacking, but you're too impatient for that.

"Can't that wait?" You murmur, slipping your arms around his waist.

"I'll forget," he says. "I managed to spill wine on my favorite white shirt, I have to see if I can get it out-"

"Later." You shove him on the bed with enough force that he bounces slightly.

He stares up at you in shock, blinking as you straddle him and crawl up to his face.

"I've been so lonely," you murmur, rubbing your thumb over his bottom lip.

"What's brought this on?" He asks warily. "Are you mad at me?"

"Huh? No. Why would you think that?" You ask in confusion.

"You're clutching me like an anaconda," he grumbles. "I hate to be a spoilsport but I've had a long journey, dear."

It takes a moment for you to realize he's rejecting you. You see red. A few moments later, you're landing on the floor and he's scrambling away from you.

"What the fuck, woman?" He clutches his cheek and stares at you. "All this because I want to sleep? You're the one who used to turn me down!"

"I have not ever turned you down!" You huff.

"Right. Of course. That still doesn't give you the right to slap me."

"I didn't," you say, confused.

You don't remember doing that. One moment you were on him, furious as heck, and the next, he was shoving you off the bed. When had you slapped him?

He stares at you for a long moment. "You need to blow off some steam, that's what. Maybe you should go for a run?"

Your anger comes back even hotter and you're growling low in your throat as you pick yourself off the floor.

"Are you saying I need to lose weight?" You say through your teeth, which you're grinding together so hard that your jaw aches.

He rubs his forehead. "No, darling. I'm suggesting it because it's what works for me. Besides you're so angry right now that you're flushed. We need to talk, but not like this."

You glance at yourself in the closet mirror and he's right. Your skin is red and patchy from your face to your shoulders. That's never happened before.

"Oh god. Fine," you say, grabbing your jacket and marching out of the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" He calls after you.

"Out! Get your beauty sleep," you snap and slam the door on your way out.

You hail a taxi. You know exactly where to go, and who you're going to try and find.

Read the next part here -> Part 2

[gwydionmisha]

Personal: Transness and Physio

Wednesday I was at physio as is generally the case on Wednesdays this physio cycle. (Current goals: Arm unsupported above my shoulder prolonged to the front at all to the side, Undoing damage from the wrong sling the first two weeks of healing, and strength building). My main pre-op physio had a free moment and stopped over to check on my between patients.

Him: How are you doing?

Me, cheekily: ready for this to be over.

Physios *laugh*

He turned to ask my physio for more detailed info. Which involved pronouns. Look, my pronouns are on file. My prefered name is unfailingly used by staff in this facility and all the healthcare settings I routinely used for… most of a decade or something like that. I used to have to pioneer a lot of health care providers, including Poverty clinic (second trans patient getting trans related health care there, back when there was one ignorant and low key transphobic provider, but it was far better than the extremely transphobic endocrinologist who wasn't taking new patients anyway so everyone had to trek down to seattle for everything), and just about every specialist I saw for years and years, often with people for whom English was a second language who were flat out confused my my medical charts.

For the record, once word spread (and trans provider word spread FAST on the trans grapevine) and Poverty clinic got deluged by desperate poor people who flat out couldn't afford 150-300 per health apointment and a whole day of travel, a second super cool doctor self educated and started taking patients. Within a year or two the whole staff had training. A couple years later they did a big survey, flat out changed the name of the clinic so as not to scare trans people, added prefered name/pronouns/gender to all forms and are a makor provider for two counties, providing an ever expanding range of care. Poverty clinic's main population had been HIV, kids who's parents couldn't afford health insurance, and unhoused. They are so much more now, and my whole reason is the better for it, because a whole lot of other practices got better and new services opened up all over the western part of my state to deal with demand that having two cities with trans heallthcare drew to the reagon. (A whole lot of other places have safe clinmics now and if you are in a blue county, you are likely okay to be fairly open. People can live in cheaper towns and cities and still have care a reasonable drive or bus away. It absolutely wasn't the case fifteen years ago. For some things the choices were seattle, san franscisco, and that one city in colorado. For hormones and trans friendly psychiatry it was only slightly better.) I am incredably proud of all the medical practices I pioneered and made safe for other people.

Thing is though, it's still not perfect. I'm pretty relaxed about pronouns, but where people are super careful about names, some people are waaaay better at pronouns than others. I bowl down the middle on purpose, in non-medical customer service settings, people take their best guess and I don't make a fuss unless someone else does or is obnoxious or I get duling customer service people who are in conflict and each sure they are right (Which is hilarious, but I consider it polite to step in at that point). I will back up a child if their parent corrects them to the wrong thing. I will happily give pronouns when a polite person asks.

In medical settings outside of places trying really hard to get it right like Poverty clinic or weirdly the Christian Hospital, people mess up pronouns about a third of the time. I think the masks make it more confusing for them and I am always in a mask in a medical setting unless I need to take it off for a medical thing.

The room in the physio clinic where I go, it is pretty much middle aged straight guy therapists (There's a woman sometimes and a younger guy I see doing legs now and then, but mostly it is middle aged straight guys who look like gym teachers. Guys like my late Uncle when I was growing up who was also a physio). Trans stuff doesn't come up. I spend the entire session working one on one with these guys, so while names get used now and then the pronouns are all 1st and 2nd person, you follow? There is enough conversation that I'm pretty sure none of the three guys who've worked on my arm are MAGAS. I peg them as likely democrats, but where on that spectrum? No fucking clue. They are all good guys and good physios. I do not know their stance on right to pee, you follow?

So the most classically straight ex-college athlete guy turns to the very gentle, very pacific northwesty type married with children postsurgical guy (I have no idea how to describe this type of northwest guy to someone who's never been here, but if you have it's really obvious. Loves being out in nature and likely has nature based hobbies. Cares about feminism and the environment in a genuine way. Relaxed about their masculinity and masculinity in general, so are usually some degree of queer friendly. Other stuff. It's hard to explain, but trust me. If you live here, you will meet a lot of this kind of guy. The two people I had my longest relationships with were this kind of PNW guy. I dated a bunch more. ), who is currently super slowly and gently stretching my arm, and asks him more technical stuff about my progress because he was worried I hadn't put on quite enough muscle before surgery.

This involved pronouns. Get this: THEY WERE THE CORRECT PRONOUNS. Both guys used correct pronouns. They also included me in the conversation. Bravo, Physio Dudes! Seriously, I had no idea how that was going to go when the pre-op guy opened his moth and it was A+.

[elliedarkleseed]

This rock is shaped like OKLAHOMA. It’s labradorite. Reminds me of something. I left a rock shaped like Oklahoma out by your work one time. It was the biggest rock of Oklahoma I had ever seen. I believe it may have been granite….. I can’t remember though.

Anyway~ I am at the hospital. Been here since before 3pm. It’s like 8 something now. Uncle Earl is getting a pace maker. I asked if someone could walk me out to the car cuz I’m driving him home. I am parked so freaking far away. Anyway~ my nerves are a little shot. I asked if when he’s ready to be released if someone could walk me to the truck. Uncle Earl made me drive his truck~ and it’s a huge p.o.s. I tried to tell him I didn’t want to drive that truck. He wanted me to be familiar with it in case anything ever happens?! I’m like huh?! He’s even more of a weirdo than me. Or you. I love him to death~ but fuck. I was always worried you might not mesh with my family. Just cuz they are a such a shit show. I love them all, but fuck. Processing a lot of input the last few days. (Me) like a lot of energies and a lot of shit is popping up for me. Cryptic much? As always.

I was reading an old journal earlier about tea. I’ll leave it in another post. I wish I could just put a picture in the comments. I don’t know how to do that.

Is Fritz spelled with an F or a PH? I was wondering that earlier when I was eating dinner. It popped into my head. I ate in the hospital cafe. I was scrolling on YouTube~ without being signed in cuz I took it off my phone. I found some interesting videos about Aquarius stelliums. Damn dawg. I knew Aquarius people were the most psychic out of the air signs but I was tripping out. Especially if your stellium is really in the 12th house like I was suspecting. I’m not sure about that anymore though. It’s still trippy~ that you have such an awesome stellium.

How much older are you than me in 3d? Much? I used to tell my therapist that I wouldn’t even care if you were 20 years older than me. I just don’t give a shit. She said I wouldn’t get your cultural references…and you wouldn’t get mine. I’m like…..ok. So? But honestly I wouldn’t even care if you were older than 20 years older than me. I just don’t care. I have very few reasons I’d be against getting to know you. Most of them are just shit like~ a heavy drug user. And shit like that. This coming from me~ total pot head. I’ve been cutting way way way back. I’ve only smoked twice in the last few days and before that I went like 12 days. Honestly sometimes pot scares me a little~ but sometimes I like being a little scared. Is that weird? lol I just tell myself to dial down the psycho. I learned that from my friend E. From highschool. I meant for this to be a blog about free flowing consciousness………. Cuz I write long free flowing consciousness without punctuation sometimes when I get on a roll. Like a ton of free flowing consciousness.

[suckitsurveys]

Have you ever made a sex tape? Starting this off on a weird foot lol. There’s a recording of me from a very very long time ago somewhere unfortunately. Not my finest moment.

Do you look like a boring person? My blue hair probably makes me look fun but boy are you gunna be disappointed lol.

When’s the last time someone made you feel like you mattered? I won an excellence award yesterday at work and it make me feel like I’m actually a part of this team.

Are your teeth clean? I’m currently drinking coffee so no.

Have you ever seriously questioned your sanity? Yes.

Do cheesy movies ever inspire you? Sometimes.

Do you need a vacation? I do. I get two weeks off soon and I am so ready to not be here, even if I am just staying in Chicago. I would love an actual vacation though.

How do you feel about your weight right now? I hate it.

Do graveyards thrill or terrify you? They’re spooky in a good way.

Would you ever snort pixie sticks? No.

Do you like tea? I do.

When’s the last time you took a shower? Sunday.

Do your sheets come off your bed easily? Yeah.

Does music rule your life? No.

Oreos or Chips Ahoy? Oreos.

Would you say your life is on the right track right now? Lol.

Do you have a better body or a better face? They both suck lol.

What’s the next thing you have to do that you’re dreading? These next couple weeks at work.

Do / Did you skip class? I have.

Have you ever drank cough syrup to get high? No.

Does your head hurt right now? Slightly.

Is your phone always on low battery? Nope.

Do you miss any of your exes? Nope.

Did you ever take pottery class in High School? I did.

Have your parents ever suggested that you see a therapist? Yeah.

Do you masturbate on a regular basis? Yeah.

Would you ever dye all your hair bright pink? Yeah I have before, but I think I’ll probably stick to darker blues and purples though.

What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “Monday”? Garfield.

How do you feel physically right now? Tired.

How do you feel emotionally? I'm doing much better than last week. Still not great but definitely better.

Have you ever been friends with someone with bipolar disorder? Yes.

Do you have long eyelashes? Nope.

Has anyone ever threatened you? Yeah.

Could you fall asleep right now? Probably not, it’s a weird time of day for me.

Do you look pretty today? I think I look okay.

When’s the last time you ate something? An hour or so ago.

When’s the last time you felt completely and totally alone? I’m not sure.

Have you ever used jump roping as a work out? No.

How much money would you spend to see Eminem live? I wouldn’t.

Have you ever considered being a cop? ACAB.

What color was the last vehicle you were in? Silver.

Do you have big plans for the weekend? Not as of yet. The only thing for sure is watching SNL.

[themonotonysyndrome]

Hey, hope your doing okay I was wondering if you could write about Celica not being able to eat during her pregnancy again? I’m sorry but I just live for worried castin being ready to kill everyone that ever told his wife to eat poison

Hello, Anon! I'm okay. Thanks for checking up on me. My writing progress has been slowed down lately. My muse... where has she gone!? 😭

Lol, but seriously, let's take a crack at this and expand more on one of Celica and Castin's most challenging trials during the pregnancy arc - her lack of tastebuds and, consequently, her appetite due to the side effects of poison withdrawal.

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Castin says nothing. To be precise, he doesn't know what to say exactly.

His wife, his darling beloved Celica, is playing a new game he dislikes from the get-go. This causes Rhett to rear back in surprise when he admits it during their hunting trip for the King, and literally everyone in Intacia has heard of how their strongest warrior is besotted with his Imperial wife.

So what change? Castin Hammer likes - no, loves - everything about Baroness Anesidora. He loves how her golden hair shimmers with the early light of dawn as she turns around to greet him good morning. He loves the quiet hums of her voice whenever she's lost in a good book. He loves her no-nonsense tolerance for bullshit, cutting straight to the meat of the matter even in the face of hardships. He loves how pliant and soft her body is to his touches, as if she's subconsciously known that she will always be safe with him.

Right now, though? Castin Hammer dislikes - no, hates - how obtuse Celica is deliberately playing just so she could pacify him.

Enough is enough.

"Celica." Castin begins sharply, and he hates how his wife grimaces at his tone, but he has to press on. He has to make her see reason. "You can't continue drinking that... that special tea of yours after our babies are born. I didn't say anything when you insisted it was tradition, even when it slowly killed you. Guess what? It's still killing you even when you're not taking it now."

The Baroness juts her chin up in defiance. There's a small dining table worth of space between them here in their bedroom. She felt too exhausted today to leave her personal sanctuary, so it's been transformed into a makeshift office and dining hall. "I'm fine."

Enough is enough.

Castin abruptly pushes his chair backward. He swipes his untouched bowl of chicken shorba, rounds the dining table, and places it gently, as if it were a newly hatched chick, in front of Celica. "Then finish it, baby." His voice is equally soft, but there's a hint of coldness behind it. This is the most furious he has been for his wife. He knows it. Celica knows it.

Celica's lips pressed into tight, thin lines. The broth smells divine. The shredded chicken meat looks soft to chew. It's the perfect dish for a pregnant woman. She picks up the spoon and scoops the broth to her lips...

And it tasted absolutely nothing. Her stomach, growing with hunger, now cries in dissatisfaction. It hurts, and she can only imagine -

"You can't, can't you?" Castin answers for both of them. Some of his anger (never at his wife. Never anger. Only sorrow) abates. Sighing, he pulls his chair nearby to sit beside Celica instead of across to her. "You know... if I'm not 5 seconds away from tearing my hair out in a panic, this would be hilarious. I've seen you down a hill of raw, marinated crabs all on your own like a competitive eater, baby. Now though? Now you can barely finish a soup because of your missing tastebuds!"

"Tastebuds or no. I will not jeopardise the health of our babies. I'll force myself to finish this." Celica resolutely says, eyes hard. She continues eating slowly. Ignoring how distressed her husband is.

"Like how Zeke forces you to eat fuck all back then?"

"Castin, we've been over this - "

"You're right, we did. We agreed to help you look for a therapist once the children are a bit older. But we didn't talk about your poison intake. So, let's start now. Let's take that cat out of the bag."

"Castin..."

"No, no. Food and conversation. You like those, right?" Castin stonewall his wife and snatches back the bowl of food so he can feed his wife. He grins painfully wide when Celica glares at him and opens her mouth. Castin waits until the bowl is almost empty to ask, "So who do I gotta beat up for making you think that grape flavour arsenic is appropriate for kids?"

"It was Belladonna. Not arsenic." Celica sneered, and for that, she found herself a mouth stuffed with soup.

Castin rolls his eyes despite the fact that everything in him is raging on behalf of his wife. He'd learned a thing or two about playing an actor from Celica over the years. "Of course, you'd go for the fancy flowers. Also, don't get sidetracked. Who, Celica?"

"Is this an interrogation?"

"Nah. Take it as your obsessed and highly protective husband wanting to unravel everything about you."

"Really? That's your excuse?"

"What can I say, babe? You made me into a lovesick puppy that may or may not need the muzzle after this. So?"

It's Celica's turn to sigh. "My first governess - Madam Bianca - took it up with Ezekiel. It was a day after my tenth birthday, and by customs, I was only enough to practice mithridatism. The rest is history."

"What!? No, not history! Babe, that's insane! And after your birthday, too!?"

"It is what it is, Castin - urk! Will... you... stop it!?" Celica chews and swallows furiously. She bats away Castin's hand before he can shove the last bit of the food into her mouth.

"You being all nonchalant like this freaks me out, you know? Are you finally full?"

Celica immediately rubs her tummy. The pregnancy swell is starting to show. "Yes, darling. I'm genuinely satiated for now. Please, believe me."

"Awesome!" Castin stands up once more and steals a startled kiss from his wife. Mm, chicken shorba with a faint taste of cherry; more things to love about Celica. "You want some ice-cream? Cake? Ice-cream cake? Lemme get you some, actually. You just sit tight and look pretty."

"...Why are you grabbing your sword? Castin? You're just going to the kitchen!"

"You'd never know if a rebel is gonna ambush me from the bathroom, Celly! Or if a certain head butler is in the hallway. It'll be nice to have a quick chat; man-to-man. Husband to his abusive father-in-law."

"CASTIN, NO!"

[entertainmentgirl80]

KoKo's Special Valentine's (Robert "Bob" Floyd X Koko) ❤️🩷💝👩🏾‍❤️‍👨🏼

Robert Floyd X Koko Floyd X Jake Seresin (making a cameo) (Black Curvy/Plus-Sized Reader)

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions Of Sex, Softie But Sweet Jake, Platonic Relationship Between KoKo & Jake, Bob being touchy on Koko and That It About It.

It's been few months later that you given birth to Alex and also 5 years since the threesome with Jake together as well, so lately you been spending time with Bobby quite often together but y'all still having sex once or twice when whatever despite having deal with two kids now.

But now it's Valentine's Day weekend, so you at the mall with Jake (sure even though you didn't see nothing from Savage X Fenty that you like but the lingeries that you caught your eye on it's sold out your size though.) So while you shopping at Victoria's Secret, you saw some panties that you like and one lingerie.

"Hey Jake?" You said

"What up?" Jake said to you while he standing there roaming around

"What you thinking about this lingerie? And I know the theme is red & pink but I don't know why, I'm just like all black that all so what you think of it?"

Jake's face looking red while he blushing so he cleared his throat "Even though all of them will look great on you but I think red will look good on ya darlin."

"Thank you Jakey, I know it's a little embarrassing that you come to a women's lingerie store with me even though it not your cup of tea." You chuckled at him while he blushing

"It's no worries, sweets. You know I'm always helping you out, though, you know that?" He said to you with a grin on his face.

"I'm know it's just I know I'm already getting to know Jynx, and I'm understand & respect that Phoenix is a little bus-".

"Koko relax you know you can call me anytime despite I'm doing something or whatever and also like I told you before when I'm first met you I know we gonna be friends off the bat because of your personality. Also is because you being yourself as well also that why I like about you cause you not like the women that i dealt with in the bar. You & Jynx are the only women that is the closest thing to a family that I ever had besides the squad and also you understand me despite we well you know (meaning he talking about the threesome), however even though we do have soul ties together that doesn't change a fact that we still friends despite having those intimate moments with us but at the end of the day you know I still love you though." Jake said to you with a smile on his face while he giving you his genuine but honest thought about you.

Now, even though Jake is a ladies' man because he is a handsomely gorgeous man but however low-key, he does want a genuine but serious relationship with someone who can trust but understand him besides me because to be fair I am his only female friend to hang out with besides Jynx (& Phoenix sometimes) but still I'm the closest friend who ever been there for him not because he my daughter's godfather but because he know how to deal with me and my mood swings sometimes, just like I deal with him & his temper too, with that even also we are our own therapists cause we talk out our own issues as well, also still I'm think he need someone to still keep him grounded but overall I'm do still love him though.

So after you done, with my Valentine's Day shopping, Jake decided to take me out for a lunch date before I'm go back home getting ready for the evening. So we went to a pizza place and we sat down, we ordered what we wanted and we dug in & eat. So, while we are eating, you are about to ask him for a favor for tonight.

"So since it's Valentine's Day and look, I know I'm dragged you to the lingerie store with me since today." You being sarcastic towards him

"It's no big deal even though there's was some ladies staring & smiling at me while we at the store." He grinned about how women look at him.

"But hey, can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure, darlin' what up?" Jake responded to you

"Can you watch the kids for me & Bob for tonight while we are going out for Valentine's Day ? Also, we probably won't come back home till the next morning, so are you okay with that?"

"Sure, darlin' I'm got you." Jake answered while he was eating.

"But hey, Koko?" Jake said to you

"Yeah, what up?" You said to him back

"I'm got you a little valentine's day gift, it's from me nothing too fancy." He gives you the gift towards you.

So when you opened the present, you saw a beautiful gold bracelet, and it was gold-plated but adjustable with your initials on there that come with it. You were almost in tears that he give you the nicest gift ever.

"It's so beautiful, Jake and thank you so much. I'm like it." you put it on, and you fell in love with the bracelet.

"You welcome, sweetheart I glad you like it and also I was gonna tell you something in secretly." A grin creeps on his face

"And what that J?" You said to him

"I'm gonna give you a lapdance just for you on Valentine's Day. Would you like that?" Jake grinned hard.

"Yes , I would like that, if you don't mind." You blush little because you couldn't help that Jake is still gorgeous as hell, though.

"But I'm have to give it to you till the following weekend, okay?" He has a Cheshire cat grin on his features, making her blush even more.

"Okay" you nodded

So after y'all ate, Jake take you back home so you can get ready for your date for your husband for tonight, so after he parked in the driveway of your house, he got out of the car, he opened the door for you as gentleman he is, gives you a kiss on the cheek and you went in the house and Jake drove off till he come back later on this evening.

So later that evening, you already washed up, gotten dressed, put on some makeup on (something light but not too much.) And tonight's outfit you have on is: a long black graphic tee dress you got on, some black slip-on sneakers, gold michael kors watch on, one of your gold bracelets on, & you have a cross purse with gold chain that come with it. Also you have on the lingerie that is underneath your dress that you brought from Victoria's Secret since earlier today from the mall. So Bob came out of the bathroom and he got on a simple but plain shirt with some blue jeans on, he looking at you and he still have that little spark in his eye that you still beautiful that the when he first met you....

"So how do I look babe?" You asked to Bob

"You look freaking gorgeous, darlin' like you always do." Bob said to you with a smile

You walk towards him, give him a passionate but sweet kiss, and you couldn't help that y'all swabbed both of y'all tongues in both of y'all mouths, but y'all have to stop right quick that y'all still forget about the kids is in the house and also is because y'all got reservations for dinner too as well. So after you two got done with your mini make-out session, you heard the doorbell rings and y'all went downstairs and immediately opened the door and it's was Jake, he's was on time and got a stuff teddy bear in his hand...

"Hey Jake, thank you for watching the kids for us it's least we could do." You thanked him to watch the kids for the night.

"It's no worries, sweets y'all go have fun we see y'all in the morning alright?" Jake said to you with a big grin on his face.

"Okay, and don't forget to call us in case of an emergency alright?"

"Yes, yes, I know, Koko go on and enjoy y'all self." Jake told you to go and don't worry bout the children.

"Okay, see yall later. Love you guys!" You wave to them

"Love you too!" He waves too back

"Hey, Uncle Jake, are you gonna spend the night with us for tonight?" Anastasia asked him

"Of course, and I got you this as a Valentine's gift for you." He handed it to Ana

She squeaked, and she thanks her uncle for giving to her. "Thank you, Uncle Jake for my gift!"

"You're welcome, sweetheart, now come on, I know y'all hungry." He closed the door and locked it.

So meanwhile, y'all made it to the restaurant, and y'all already found y'all seats, sat down, and ordered y'all food & drinks so after the food is arrived, you two having a nice conversation while y'all eating....

"This is so nice babe, thank you for taking me out tonight." You said to him

"Your welcome, darlin' and you don't have to thank me babe you're my wife. You know I always gonna take care of you regardless if I working or not." Bob said to you with a sleepily smile.

"Thank god, I'm taking break from the kids away from the house for this evening."

"I know telling me about it, thank goodness it's nice to get away with the kids for a minute for tonight just to spend time with you my darlin' I love you."

"I love you too baby." *glasses clinked*

So after, you two enjoyed y'all delicious dinner, y'all going to a hotel for the night. So afterwards you two check in for the evening y'all two slammed in the bed for a minute so while you two laying on the bed, you still feeling little hot & horny, and Bob is putting his hand on your thigh being touchy so while it's still hot & heavy, you got up and Bob gettin up out of the bed.

"I'm got you a present my love." Seductive in your voice

"Oh yeah can I open now with my desert darlin'?" Bob got lust in his baby blue eyes.

"Whatever you want baby" you bit your bottom lip while you grinning.

He lift your dress up and his jaw drop that you wearing all red lingerie with a v-string thong on and he put his large but gently hand on your curvy hips and kissing more this time with more tongue, y'all groan and you starting to get wet down there, while his dick is already gotten hard so he ain't waste no time to took off your lingerie off, laying you down on the bed, starting doing little foreplay: kissing from the lips though all the way your breasts till he fingering you in your vagina and you moan hard the way he touch you making your body shrivels meaning he still got it and he still make you feels like you the only woman in the world to him.

So the next morning, after y'all love making session from last night. Y'all two still in the bed even though you have to check out today but y'all didn't care, y'all just are happy that you get to spend time together just you & him.

"Happy Valentine's Day Bobby" you laid on his chest while y'all naked in bed.

"Same to you babygirl, I love you darlin'." He said to while he give you a kiss on your temple.

"I love you too baby." You kiss him on the cheek.

A/N: Well a another one-shot story from TGM Universe with Koko & Bob, also it's was my idea from my mind to do this story because it's Valentine's Day week so what better way to do a sweet but little sexy story from me, so I hope y'all like it once again though. ❤💝💋

[punkscowardschampions]

JC pt.2

Casey: only the sherry I were saving for next christmas and the christmas after that

Janis: what a shame, you’ll have to buy your own 👩‍🦳😘 gifts

Casey: know what to get you now, tah for the piss easy wrapping job

Janis: I get real presents

Casey: what’s realer than your new fave tipple

Janis: why are you so hung up on it?

Casey: calm down, you’ll get other presents off me an’ all

Janis: you better still like me then

Casey: by next christmas or the one after, do you mean

Janis: short and long term

Casey: I’ll still like you when you’re a proper real 👩‍🦳

Janis: more, pervert

Casey: could go for ‘til I’m dead and hit a different niche if you’re tired of that kink being the only talked about

Janis: necro is definitely much more niche, far as they go

Janis: you won’t tell me any real ones

Casey: you’ve not asked

Janis: because we’ve not had our drinks yet

Janis: but you’re scared that if we did it it wouldn’t live up to your fantasies, I get it

Casey: you are the fantasy, you’ve nowt to live up to

Casey: whatever we did I’d get new ones

Janis: and you know that nothing will stop us being best mates

Janis: it’s too late for an alternative

Casey: I just don’t want to lose you

Janis: You won’t

Janis: this is my decision, whatever I do, it’s not your fault and I’m not going to blame you or some bullshit 

Casey: okay, I hear you

Janis: how I feel about you has nothing to do with the state of the rest of my life, it’s separate, always has been

Janis: Bob would have it be that cliche and simple but it just ain’t

Casey: least it’s dead simple to keep it separate from him, however loud you scream my name

Janis: his one saving grace right now, yeah

Janis: +blind had to be too much to ask for though 🙄

Casey: come on, leave your sister’s name out of this, she’s as big of a turn off as him or me talking about my feelings

Janis: you only talk about your feelings with [the school therapist’s name]

Janis: see how it is

Casey: you remember where that got us, fighting her off to this day, speaking of turns offs

Janis: fighting with me is more fun

Janis: or have you forgot

Casey: nah ‘course not, nor have I forgot how fun it were when you said you’d fight her

Janis: still on the cards

Janis: how am I to know it’s little more than a baseless rumour

Casey: you always take my word and are on my side

Janis: ‘cos you do for me, we have to stick together

Casey: fuck it, I’ll pack you with the rest of my stuff

Janis: it’s pathetic how much I want to come with you

Casey: it’s mutual, I need you that bad all the time

Janis: I want to be back on the sofa with you 

Casey: we should be in my room, we’re not meant to have left yet or gone nowhere from when the film finished

Janis: Meet me there

Casey: stay there, don’t matter how wet you get my bed

Janis: I’ll sleep in your bed until you come back to me

Casey: you don’t sleep

Janis: Barely

Janis: but there’s a lot more I can do in your room rather than losing my mind in my own

Casey: I get it, I lose my mind here instead thinking about you there

Janis: I know it’s unfair

Janis: but I want to be closer to you, I have to do this

Casey: go and get in

Janis: [do and send him photographic evidence of you in his sheets without sending a full nude ‘cos obviously you are]

Casey: you gonna tell me how you feel or save that for [the school therapist]

Janis: she’d understand but 

Janis: I’m the only one that should be here, smelling you and seeing the evidence of you getting ready for work, the tea you left half-finished

Casey: you finish it

Janis: [not the video for the BIG swallow]

Janis: we share everything

Casey: never shared a bed before

Janis: we’re going to

Janis: I belong in here with you

Casey: I know, why I knew to change the sheets for you before I went out

Janis: Your girlfriend knew when I made her leave

Janis: how close we are, only getting closer

Casey: feels wrong even calling her that now

Janis: I can’t let anyone get between us, today made me realise what I was only pretending not to know

Janis: any girlfriend you have needs to get used to you being mine over everything

Casey: they can get used to it for us, I won’t, I told you

Casey: even when I’ve watched that vid ‘til I’m blind

Janis: You’ve always been my Casey

Janis: you’re not leaving me, not for nobody

Casey: tell me again

Janis: You belong to and with me

Janis: they want me to let you go but you want me to keep you close, hold you tighter

Janis: don’t you?

Casey: the grip I’d have on you right now if I could, you’d have no questions about

Janis: I’ll try not to rip your sheets with mine

Janis: but the neighbours know all about who I belong to now

Casey: put a hole in ‘em I can put myself in when you’re not there no more

Casey: I’ll use it to remind the neighbours of everything they’ve gotta know

Janis: 🥺

Janis: the sweetest boy, you deserve all the reminders yourself

Casey: [tell her which pillow is your fave/you use the most so she can leave you whatever reminders she wants with it]

Janis: you said it’s okay if I get your bed really wet, didn’t you

Janis: [send him a pic of said pillow between your legs]

Casey: we share everything, you said that

Janis: *our bed, you’re right

Casey: and you won’t want nobody else washing these work clothes ‘cause the state they’ll be in is all yours

Janis: I was thinking how good the clothes on your floor would look on me but

Janis: now I have to wait

Casey: you don’t, they was what I had on earlier, you can share them too

Janis: you promise that mess belongs to me too?

Casey: who else would it, today were our day

Janis: yeah

Janis: I looked after you every other way, it’s only right, really

Casey: put ‘em on when you can’t sleep, be like I’m holding you ‘til you do

Janis: Everything is going to smell like [whatever bubble bath he used and your shampoo and conditioner scents]

Janis: you can let it get you to sleep too

Casey: I used to nick your shampoo but some lad at school smelt it and called us gay, worth the suspension to beat the shit out of him and the time off school meant I could carry on for that fortnight

Casey: you didn’t notice back then

Janis: I weren’t allowed

Janis: how could we pretend I could sort it when it was my fault

Casey: nah, was his for getting close enough to smell my hair, that’s well gayer

Janis: I mean

Janis: you were in demand

Casey: fittest lad in Dublin

Janis: too right

Casey: leave it out, you’ve had to hang off loads of male models for pics and I’ve wanted to smash all their faces in

Janis: and you know they’ve all the personality of their vacant stares

Janis: just dead good at my job of pretending they ain’t the clothes horse stereotype

Casey: still, the ones who never came back to work were the ones I found and left in no state to

Janis: are you winding me up again?

Casey: get back in my head and read

Janis: you never said anything

Casey: page 1, I can’t hack no dickhead touching you but me

Casey: don’t need saying

Janis: I like hearing it

Casey: [a voice note saying ‘you’re mine’ because simply must]

Janis: It’s right, that I’m yours

Casey: It’s wrong to pretend different now

Janis: I don’t know how

Janis: trying to get up and leave this bed, I seriously can’t

Casey: your body knows what position it’s meant to be in, it’s trying to tell you

Janis: I’m listening

Casey: and the where

Janis: nothing can be unsaid, undone

Janis: and I don’t want it to

Janis: you know how serious I am

Casey: play what I said again when you want reminding it’s mutual

Janis: meaning I’d have to have stopped yet

Janis: your voice is the only one in my head right now

Casey: [obvs send her another voice note telling her not to stop because again simply must, his voice managing to be even more indecent and !! somehow]

Janis: why haven’t we been talking like this forever

Janis: it was already my favourite thing to do but now

Casey: today made you realise

Janis: I’m not thanking either of them

Janis: only you, for not giving up on me

Casey: I don’t wanna share that with ‘em, you’re alright

Janis: You put in the proper work, it’s all good

Janis: no sharing

Casey: would’ve been better if I’d put in the work to cover your lips in something other than [whatever this dessert moment from dessertgate was] and watched you try not to lick it off

Janis: we needed to be sharing that thought

Janis: you’re too right and too far away

Casey: tomorrow I’ll fill up a shot glass and you can empty it in front of me

Janis: you’ll have to explain it’s another just for me

Janis: I can’t promise niceness as well as self-control, like

Casey: I won’t, they’ll know exactly who it’s for

Janis: I’ll prop up your bar all night, I promise

Casey: neither you or that glass’ll go far enough to be lost or nicked, I’m having both back home with me

Janis: I’ll write your name with my tongue when you finally let me have it

Casey: half my name’s yours already, only fair to give you the other for doing what you fancy with

Janis: [give him an updated name moment because you know it’s likewise beyond indecent and !! loud now]

Casey: [send your updated ‘fuck’ in response because unlike when you did it quietly during her massage moment this is loud af and a MOAN so you have to]

Janis: I don’t regret touching you there, to be caught

Janis: you know I’d do it all again to make you sound like that

Casey: I’ll not regret getting caught, if I am, for how I sound

Janis: I’ll talk to them for you, get you off

Janis: that’s what I’m for

Casey: yeah, getting me off is what you’re the best at

Janis: You know I love listening to you cum

Casey: no other lass knows how to make me the way you do

Janis: we’re the same, we always have been

Janis: I can’t wait to show you just how similar

Casey: I can’t wait either

Casey: I really can’t

Janis: I’ll lick your clothes clean, like I said, you can cum for me, it won’t go to waste

Casey: [send her the audio for that because she said she loves listening to it so you gotta, the levels of extraness in how he is cannot be overstated and she needs to KNOW cos he’s being so loud and can’t and won’t stop saying her name + the OG petname from the blanket playfight is defs also making it in there amongst all the noise]

Janis: That’s my fucking boy, goddamn

Janis: I’ve made a mess for you to clean up too, it just happened when you called me [the pet name] I lost any control over myself to you

Casey: I dunno how I’m gonna crack on with chucking [the studenty drink she mentioned] at pissheads like that didn’t just happen

Janis: How you’ve always done it, how we have

Janis: I could go downstairs if you want it to be a bit more fair but

Casey: but I don’t want you to move from my bed

Janis: [a pic that shows these sheets looking a whole mess how they would]

Janis: I don’t want to leave here, ever

Casey: stay, we both need you to

Janis: I will, you know what’s best for me and you always give it to me

Janis: can I make the fact you have to go and deal with dickheads again any better?

Casey: you’ve taken more than good care of us

Janis: I really do try

Casey: I’ll give you a proper reward when them dickheads ain’t waiting and only you are

Janis: 😇 ‘til then

Janis: let someone buy you a drink, you should hydrate

Casey: I’ll make myself [whatever drink she was making for him regardless of the fact I don’t think she finished before the Bobby interruption and icecubegate of it all so it’s adorably half finished and might not even taste nice but he’s intending to drink it like that unless she tells him what to add cos feels and mems]

Janis: [have a cute lil instructional to tell him the ingredients you didn’t get to so you can relive the mems but also make this drink as feelsy/hopefully nice as you can]

Casey: [ofc send her a video of your first SWALLOW of it like she did with the cold tea, complete with the absolute grin + heart eyes you can’t help at the end because it does taste nice and is feelsy]

Janis: I’ll be here forever 🔁

Janis: do you really like it? I’ll accept feedback just this once, like

Casey: I’d give it a 8.5

Casey: but be a 10 if you’d been here making it

Janis: I can work with that

Casey: improved on your 7 you got copying us

Janis: rude, I was watching and learning, have you know

Casey: sorry I messed up the teaching

Casey: you never found no more glass washing your hair, did you

Janis: I was proper careful, no more bleeding

Casey: alright, good

Janis: and Mags is going to replace the broken glasses

Casey: I’ll take some clean from this place, tell her it’s sorted before she legs it into town to buy owt

Janis: Betting she’d be liberating some from my ma’s, house or the shop but yeah

Janis: think it’s best she’s not stopping by, just another reason for Bob to be marding

Casey: how many did I break, just our 2 we was using or what

Janis: [let him know, the kitchen was famously clean so probably just the two and whatever you may have been using to mix]

Janis: it was the [spirit of your choice] that went everywhere, made it look like a bigger mess than it was

Casey: I’ll replace that an’ all, without nicking it from here, obviously, their spirits start out cheap and then end up watered down to shit

Janis: Uni kids don’t notice the difference

Casey: lets ‘em pretend they’re in [whatever the shit hol destination of the era for teens and messy 20s peeps is] when they can’t afford either the passport or the time off, whichever

Janis: Do you like it there?

Casey: more than [name drop some other clubs you’ve worked when you first started cos ofc they were the shittest as straight out of school jobs]

Janis: I remember when you were at [whichever was giving the craziest because you would]

Casey: I worried you

Janis: A bit

Janis: don’t take the piss though

Casey: helped us calm down loads since then, you

Casey: I don’t ever take the piss now

Janis: never ever, yeah

Janis: but really, it’s nice to not think you might die every time you leave the house, like

Casey: steady on mate, weren’t that bad

Janis: okay, seriously injured/banged up

Casey: oi, listen drama queen, you know I’ve crawled my way home to you spitting blood and I’d fight my way past loads of guards trying to arrest me too if I’d not had my goodbye

Janis: I’ll beat ‘em to the punch if you call me that again, boy

Casey: I’ll make it back to you no matter what, every night

Janis: nice save

Janis: You really will see me, I can’t stand it if you stay away now, it was already going to be shit

Casey: you’re my girl, fittest in Dublin

Casey: can’t stay away

Janis: say that again

Casey: you heard, we belong together not you in [whatever dublin number the jj gaff is] and me in [dublin numbers he gave before]

Janis: making me search the emojis to 🥰 like some kind of stupid girl

Janis: what are you doing to me?

Casey: I liked when you used 🥺 

Casey: what that did to us

Janis: You’re so not ready to see it in person

Casey: challenging me, are you

Janis: call it a warning

Casey: a real mate would prepare us

Casey: go on, show me your best 🥺

Janis: [of course you must]

Casey: I’ll not blink for a full minute, see if that’ll mean my heart don’t feel like it’s exploding out my chest

Janis: reckon my heart is keeping pace with yours, hard to believe I’ve not moved from this bed 

Casey: [send her your actual heart rate info, rn but also during those feral antics, because we’ve said in other convos we’ve done they’d have an app or whatever cos running queens and it’d be logged]

Janis: [send him yours to compare because you feel a type of way about this information of course]

Janis: it keeps telling me to rest but fuck that

Casey: might show mine to my boss so he reckons I’m about to have a [whatever your era’s slang is for whatever stimulants the cool kids doing] heart attack and sends us off early

Janis: might send you off in an ambulance and no one else is allowed to nurse you

Casey: I’d jump out at the first red, ain’t gonna be the first time I’ve done it

Janis: can’t support that behaviour but

Casey: probably have their sirens on for a proper emergency and run ‘em, what you’ve done to us

Janis: I could beat it there and my PR, to be alone with you now

Casey: my girl would behave like that

Janis: and she always has, any time you asked

Casey: why I fucking love you, sod whoever asked us not to

Janis: I’m sick of not giving you every ounce of love I have, you deserve it so much

Casey: tell me I can fake being, I’m sick of being nowhere near you, even if we’re not alone

Janis: come home to me, baby

Janis: you’ve worked hard enough staying standing

Casey: [a pause while you try and get in touch with your boss who is probably not even there and has left you in charge cos slow night]

Casey: Twat ain’t answering

Janis: ‘course he ain’t

Janis: probably had the same idea but way less fun

Casey: I’ll just walk, can only sack us

Janis: You sure?

Casey: it’d piss on tomorrow though and I did invite you down

Janis: and there were so many things we were going to do

Janis: maybe we have to be good

Casey: for the rest of tonight as trade off for how you’ll behave when you get here the next

Janis: exactly

Janis: you know you need me covered in your cum in public, it’ll be worth every second until

Casey: and you’ll wait up for us

Janis: you’ve got to tell me how your shift was, nothing wrong with that

Casey: brew and a blanket’s dead innocent

Janis: what are best mates for

Casey: [a nearby all night garage or shop that’ll be open by the time he finishes]’ll be open, might treat you to some right posh biscuits even

Janis: you spoil me

Casey: gotta keep your strength up

Janis: I think I need you to hold me and feed ‘em to me

Janis: you don’t mind, do you

Casey: think I can manage it, for you

Janis: just realised how weak I’m feeling all at once

Casey: close your eyes a sec

Casey: deep breaths for me

Janis: [recording this because giving big swallow vibes with this dramatic breathing]

Janis: like that?

Casey: that’s it

Janis: is your heart slowing down a little?

Casey: sped up, more like

Janis: I feel like mine weren’t beating before, now it’s all I can hear with my breathing

Casey: I had no clue my chest could ache hearing somebody else breathe

Janis: If all we can do is breathe together tonight

Janis: this will still be the best night of my life

Casey: and mine

Janis: feeling your heartbeat against me whilst you hold me, your breath tickling my neck

Casey: your hair trying to suffocate me

Janis: you want it in your mouth

Casey: you’ll want that an’ all when I pull it with my teeth

Janis: your hands will be around my throat, got to do it somehow

Casey: both of them this time, staying put for longer than the sec I got to touch you earlier

Janis: I keep coming back to those thoughts, how much further we should have taken everything

Casey: he’d have walked in on us

Janis: already did, apparently

Casey: but actually and he’s obviously never seen the likes of what I’d be doing to you

Janis: maybe he needs to, got to learn to deal with all that stress somehow anyway

Casey: gutted you was in my room where he’d not be seen dead

Janis: was a tiny bit paranoid he might come in to break some of your shit

Janis: but that’s not his style

Casey: no neighbours bothered calling the guards to check on you neither, what’s our street coming to, like

Janis: and you’ve been relentless, real danger here lads

Casey: screaming ages, you

Casey: pisstake of the lot of ‘em not to do the decent thing

Janis: they know what’s good for ‘em, have to say that

Janis: they know I don’t play when it comes to you

Casey: just with me

Janis: I miss my favourite playmate, you should be pinning me to this bed right now

Casey: you know you wanna hit us in the face with that pillow

Janis: do my best not to smother you proper

Janis: but you need to taste me whilst you’re gasping for air

Casey: ache I had has moved, thinking about the taste of you

Janis: [you tasting yourself off your own fingers indecently in a lil vid]

Janis: I’ll let you, if you let me feel how it gets you, sit in your lap

Casey: I’ll let you sit on the bar and try not to gasp like you’ve run flights of stairs at what you’re gonna feel me do

Janis: I can do it, I’ll be so quiet and good if you just touch me how I need you to all the time

Casey: you’ll be so loud they’ll reckon every song’s a remix they’ve not heard before but they’ll be requesting every night after

Janis: I’m yours every night, wherever we are and whoever’s around

Casey: nobody else is ‘round me when you are, I don’t even know none of them

Janis: only us matters

Janis: no one else will ever be able to touch me when I have you, who cares what they see

Casey: they’ll get a broken eye socket for looking too long

Janis: that’s my boy

Casey: ambulances for every other dickhead ‘til we’re alone

Janis: I would get so much bloodier for you than some cut, you know that

Janis: what I would do for you, want to

Casey: you said it, we’re the same

Janis: I love you like a brother, so deep

Casey: more than them pair, like the brothers I should’ve had

Casey: sister I never got

Janis: I’ll be everything I can be for you, I love having you all to myself, I can’t help it

Casey: I’ll be buzzing when you can meet mum though

Janis: I will be to see you so happy

Janis: it doesn’t matter what she thinks of me

Casey: but she’ll love you

Janis: why do you think so?

Casey: she used to ask me about girlfriends before she went and I had nothing proper to say then

Janis: You were a baby

Janis: you gonna talk about me, really?

Casey: *kid, but she’d call us a right little heartbreaker and shit like that

Casey: I’d write her a letter but you can’t give us a hand when it’s about you, it’ll have to wait

Janis: I can see it, you’ve always been adorable, moment I met you

Janis: but I’ll help you really, whatever you need to say

Casey: I get it, you fancy half the prison and whoever runs it knowing how I feel about you

Janis: an ego, me? Never

Janis: I want everyone to know, how it feels right now, however dumb that obviously is

Casey: it ain’t, I’d shout from the rooftops

Casey: have done when I were off my face on [a relevant drug]

Janis: I’ll cry or pass out or something drastic 

Janis: you can’t just drop that on me and not expect me to explode

Casey: [tell her more about exactly when it was and the things you remember saying/the things mates of yours still bring up that you said, I won’t commit us to any deets but we all know it coincided with some kind of feelsy jc moment before he went out which she may or may not recall when given said when, because always]

Janis: I should have known, I should have done things differently

Casey: you are tonight

Janis: Do you think she’ll still like me, I looked after you, even if I got some of it wrong

Casey: ‘course she will, loads of nights I couldn’t have got it wronger and you still liked me

Janis: I’m meant to be older and sensible

Casey: you’re hardly no older

Casey: and you make us happy, all she’s bothered about, that

Janis: okay

Casey: doing what makes you feel good is what makes Debs her and no other dickhead has ever got near you for it with me, she’ll be chuffed to bits

Janis: all I care about is you being happy

Janis: the past is what it is, no changing that but we have now

Casey: no denying I were a knobhead in the past and still a kid before then

Casey: I don’t blame you

Janis: There’s loads of reasons why we couldn’t, me more than you, not going to say otherwise

Casey: yeah, reasons we’ve no need to do our heads in going over

Janis: yeah, not now

Casey: they’re going nowhere

Janis: neither are we

Casey: you’re pinned to the bed, good luck, mate

Janis: I’ve got ways to make you give, if that’s what I want

Casey: bet you have, but you don’t wanna use ‘em at the minute

Janis: not even a little

Casey: you’ve gotta feel me on top of you

Janis: ‘til I can’t feel anything

Casey: ‘til you feel part of the bed, you’re pressed that deep in it

Casey: how deep I need to be in you

Janis: your boss is now on my hit list

Janis: it’s so wrong you aren't inside me now

Casey: you’ll forget hollow and only reckon you was ever full

Janis: keep me like that

Casey: show us the hole you ripped, I’ll tell you if it needs to be bigger, when to stop

Janis: [send that picture]

Janis: 👀

Casey: [do prepare her for however big your dick is via letting her know in this manner because you’re such a good friend like that nbd]

Janis: trust you’re not lying and ruining a perfectly good sheet for nothing

Casey: I trust you’ve gone scrolling through my pics to find the reflection proving I’m not

Janis: You have been keeping me a little busy

Janis: but I believe you

Casey: my bad, go and search now

Casey: I’ll do some work

Janis: you’re not worried about anyone seeing?

Casey: I’m in too good of a mood

Janis: you’re a show-off, what you are

Casey: if you’re really worried about us showing off to everybody, delete it when you scroll far enough

Casey: [not him giving her his log in deets so she can]

Janis: I’m as worried as you are I’ll read all your messages now

Janis: you’ve got every right and reason to show off

Casey: you can read how jealous she is of you instead of taking my word for it

Janis: what if I end up jealous myself

Casey: you already did

Janis: but fucking embarrassing jealous

Casey: I don’t reckon you’re capable of embarrassing yourself, never mind me

Janis: I just get jealous too easy

Casey: you get jealous when it feels right, same as I do

Janis: if you talked to her like this, any of them

Janis: then I wouldn’t know what to do

Casey: I wouldn’t know how to

Janis: I know you like her, that that’s normal and allowed 

Janis: but if we’re not special, we have to be

Casey: you married him, I had to try and like her

Casey: do something before I was an uncle and up on that roof to chuck myself off

Janis: don’t say that

Janis: forget I said any of this, I do know it’s irrational as well as unfair, we’re good

Casey: don’t do it

Casey: and I won’t like her

Janis: why does everyone think I’m pregnant, fucking hell

Casey: why else are people marrying

Casey: I thought you was going down the aisle

Janis: glad I looked that stunning for that assumption

Casey: I never said you looked like the baby’d be joining you for the reception

Janis: he’s never spoke about kids, for the obvious reasons

Casey: he don’t speak

Janis: he does to me

Janis: did

Casey: alright, congrats while that lasted

Janis: thanks so much

Casey: what do you expect us to bloody say

Janis: I didn’t bring this up

Janis: obviously it’s not a good idea to talk about

Casey: weren’t me who brought it up

Janis: then we can drop it

Casey: fuck’s sake

Casey: top idea

Janis: I can’t give you better news, my marriage failed and I’m never having kids

Casey: you could’ve said no to marrying him when I basically begged you not to 1st I heard about it

Janis: we said, I can’t go back

Janis: I don’t know why it’s not enough that it didn’t work, that it’s going to have to end

Casey: ‘course you don’t get why it’d not be enough, you’re used to giving us scraps and watching me take ‘em

Janis: you know why I married him

Janis: if you can’t get past it then just

Janis: tell me, you could’ve said sooner but oh well

Casey: you let us beg you, something I ain’t done since I was young and thick enough to reckon it’d stop my dad belting me and then you cracked on with buying a dress and all that bollocks as if you was fucking deaf

Janis: I didn’t ask you to

Janis: I know it was an impossible situation for you to be in, how do you think he’ll feel now

Janis: I can’t do right either way

Casey: I lost it, can’t remember weeks of then

Casey: I know how he’ll feel, what he’ll do

Janis: that makes three of us

Janis: and we’ve run this scene before so you can save yourself from the awkward repeat

Casey: [shoutout another bottle even further back in the cupboard than the sherry that’s giving random local spirit some brought back from holiday once but has been gathering dust since, we know the vibes, and his twist to make it vaguely bearable how he do, like if you wanna go back to drowning your sorrows again, go ahead]

Janis: That’s your professional advice, yeah?

Janis: thanks

Casey: as my boss didn’t bother replying and I’m the closest to professional ‘round here

Janis: fact you’re glad of now

Casey: don’t say that

Janis: you said it first

Casey: I never said I regret none of this

Janis: Yeah, doesn’t mean it’s going to happen though, and that’s right, sure, we shouldn’t do it to him

Casey: we’ve already done it

Casey: to him and each other

Janis: I know that

Janis: that doesn’t make when you decided to stop irrelevant

Casey: what are you on about

Casey: I’ve not made no decision

Janis: You said you know what he’ll do

Janis: I can read between the lines

Casey: ‘cause I’m not so thick I can’t read him

Casey: no shit I know what he’ll do, don’t mean it’s stopping us

Casey: when has owt he’s ever done, from the off

Janis: ‘cos none of us want him to top himself, however fractured your relationship, I know that

Casey: none of us are letting that happen

Janis: doesn’t feel like I’m doing anything to stop him

Casey: shut up, you would

Janis: it makes anything I do for myself selfish

Janis: because I could never be as sad as him, however shit I feel, I should just deal with it

Casey: however shit you feel, you do, there’s the difference between you and him

Casey: you don’t get to fucking break, you have to keep on and hack it

Janis: exactly and I have to stay with him even though he’s not even here so it is worse than just being alone

Casey: it’s fucked, it’s been fucked ages

Janis: I’m trapped and no one else gives a fuck, or sees it

Janis: about him or me

Casey: you’ve got me

Janis: Don’t try to leave me to it

Casey: I ain’t even just leaving him to it, never mind you

Janis: If no one else sees it, you do, you can’t pretend otherwise, that we’re happy

Casey: name 1 time I’ve ever, pair of you don’t work and you’re the dickheads pretending you could

Janis: I don’t want to argue anymore but we did

Janis: just don’t anymore

Casey: back then, years since, you can’t argue against that

Janis: day at a time turns into that without notice

Janis: don’t know how it’s been like this for that long

Casey: next you know you’re shaking a baby about and he’s drinking himself to death

Janis: It’s not happening, alright

Casey: you heard me, I can’t lose you

Janis: I’m not going anywhere without you

Casey: swear on his life ‘cause he’s going nowhere either while I’m still breathing

Janis: just because I couldn’t fix him doesn’t mean that’s not still what I want

Casey: and ‘cause it hurts us to feel it run don’t mean I reckon you can turn off what you feel for him like a tap

Janis: You can’t turn something into nothing

Janis: if it don’t exist to begin with, that’s easy, I don’t give a fuck about my dad

Janis: but you can’t stop loving your parents

Casey: exactly, our kid’s got no love lost from never having none he remembers to begin with, but I’d have ‘em both back in a heartbeat if they wanted to come

Janis: I know

Janis: fucking feelings, who’d have ‘em

Casey: I was a massive twat to throw my toys out over the wedding, you can’t undo it

Casey: just frustrates me, all the bollocks does

Janis: I get it

Janis: you know it wouldn’t make it any easier now, like paperwork-wise is about the only way and that’s the least of anyone’s worries

Casey: Bob’s probably got hold of it and he’s planning your murder on the back, like

Janis: All boys need hobbies, like

Janis: no one regrets going ahead with it more than me, might’ve been a wake-up call if I’d not

Casey: wake up calls don’t work on Jim ‘cause he don’t fancy waking up

Janis: I was as bad, not listening to you

Casey: and I’ve done the same, listening to my dad or going to his instead of you, how many times

Janis: not about to call you perfect, don’t worry

Casey: you obviously didn’t take my advice and another bottle out the cupboard then

Janis: thought you were being a dickhead just to be one

Janis: but I could do

Casey: oi

Janis: oi yourself

Casey: don’t start being a dickhead to me when I’ve not yet had chance to recover from how you was treating us before

Janis: It’s mutual

Janis: that’s why I freaked out so much, thinking you were saying what you were saying

Casey: I dunno how we got there, I talk too much on slow nights

Casey: weren’t meaning to fuck with your head right after getting close as I can for now to fucking you

Janis: I still like talking to you

Janis: maybe not quite as much as the latter but it’s still a close second

Casey: I’m sorry [+ the most horrific petname they managed to come up with when they were taking the piss]

Janis: down to 🥉 real quick

Casey: come on, send your 🥰 again

Casey: go on, please

Janis: um, shut up

Janis: that was a moment of weakness, I’m way too cool to act like that

Casey: nah, but I still love you

Janis: 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Janis: as you can’t tell anyone

Casey: and I said please

Janis: You know how to play nice when you want to

Casey: with you I’ve always wanted to

Janis: I’ll never get over you

Janis: how you make me feel

Casey: don’t, I’ll even say please a 2nd time if I have to

Janis: I won’t make you beg ever again

Casey: different circumstances I’d not be fuming to

Janis: reckoned you might say that

Casey: back in my head like you never pissed off out of it, as you should be

Casey: I’ve missed you

Janis: if I could live in your head as well as your bed, I’d be happy

Janis: not feeling close to you, knowing what you’re thinking and feeling, drives me mental, hate it more than anything

Casey: you can, loads of room for you where the reading and writing shit’s meant to be

Janis: You can do both, don’t be mean to my best friend

Casey: you don’t have to hype us up, it’s alright

Casey: I’ve been out of school years now, how thick I am don’t matter no more

Janis: but you aren’t

Janis: you just weren’t taught properly young enough so it’s not second nature 

Casey: I get it, you want your own 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Janis: it’s just the truth, you’re smart plenty of ways that count in the real world

Casey: shame neither brother lives in the real world but least I’ve got you

Janis: there’s hope

Janis: I dunno, it isn’t in my nature to be optimistic but they could both sort themselves out one day, none of us are dead yet

Casey: I were who you learnt it off

Casey: right little mr 🌞 back in the day, me

Janis: you reminded me of myself so much

Casey: we’re still that alike, remember

Janis: be why I like you so much

Casey: ‘course, bighead

Janis: you know I like you more than I ever have myself really

Janis: and I’m gonna make that drink you said so I’ll let you know if you can be smug yourself

Casey: *love

Casey: if you didn’t before the drink’ll swing it

Janis: not used to being able to say it

Janis: or the reaction my body has to it

Casey: grab my clothes off the floor, I need to hold you so bad right now

Janis: [send him those selfies asap, in a mirror that’s in the hallway or the lounge or somewhere because you’re going to the kitchen is the point]

Casey: I’m doing my own 🥺 no pisstake

Janis: do you want to share with me?

Janis: your clothes felt good against me on your body earlier but it’s even softer this way

Casey: I wanna give you them, with everything else I own

Casey: fucking have all of it, like

Janis: you own me now, I look like your girl

Janis: I can’t stop looking, seeing you all over me

Casey: nor can I 

Janis: I’ll bombard you with photos, whenever we’re not together

Casey: I’ll be able to take them of you when we are

Janis: and take off your clothes to see me, touch me

Casey: an idea you stick to the 1, [whatever this holiday spirit is] is lethal and you’ll be out of it before I get in

Janis: I can keep up with you, you don’t believe us but you’ll see

Casey: and I’ll keep you up, I need you keeping us company

Janis: I dunno how I’ll ever sleep again, how it feels

Janis: nor leave you to do anything boring and normal like work

Casey: I dunno how I’ll stop myself from sitting you on this bar every night

Janis: Don’t stop

Janis: I want it more than anything

Casey: I want you, over and over

Janis: how has it never happened, that doesn’t seem like it can be right

Casey: in our heads it has

Janis: untold times and places and ways, yeah

Casey: I’d get a headache of my own trying to write ‘em all down

Janis: tell me when you get here, as we won’t be able to do anything

Casey: alright, you’ve got yourself a deal and a date

Janis: alright

Janis: no big deal, he says

Casey: I can’t tell you how massive it is, be why

Casey: I don’t have words for how I feel having you waiting and that’s just the start

Janis: I’m counting down ‘til they’re out the door and we’re alone, horrible as it makes me

Janis: and knowing [however many hours ‘til Bobby gets back] isn’t long enough to show you how much I love you

Casey: you won’t get no judgement off me, I’ve been doing that count since I have to 10 on [the school therapist’s] reckoning it’ll cure us

Janis: we’re gonna have to give it a go, gutting as it is for me to have to involve her in any way

Janis: because I don’t see how I’m going to stop myself until [the aforementioned o’clock]

Casey: I could give her a ring, chat to her like I did [his gfs name] if you want her involved in a way what’s some use

Janis: exactly, you can make as much noise as you always do

Janis: me who has to shut up

Casey: I’ll help you, it’d feel different then

Janis: You’re sure you can stop yourself saying my name?

Casey: I haven’t called no other lass it yet, and I constantly think of you

Janis: me either but you’ll be inside of me in the real world as well as you are in your head

Casey: I’ll say it inside your mouth, make you swallow

Janis: good answer

Janis: you’re so [and one of the disgusting pet names because having violent FEELINGS about this rn]

Casey: only fair to give one, you’re a good girl

Janis: 🥺 fuck you, Case

Casey: fuck me, I’m so hard I’m lightheaded

Janis: I want to be the best girl for you, that’s the truth

Janis: I’m on the counters that she cleaned

Casey: she cleaned every single one of ‘em

Janis: because you told her to

Casey: for you to make a mess on is what I’ll tell her

Janis: does she know

Janis: how you want me, on every and any surface

Casey: whole of this town does

Janis: they’ll know when it happens, you disappear because I can’t let you out of my sight

Casey: I’ll chuck my phone away too, can’t go into work or be bothered by no other mates if they can’t get hold of us

Janis: we only need each other, that’s felt true for longer than it’s been acknowledged

Janis: have [how long y’all have known each other] to make up for, world can wait

Casey: been true from the off, you mean the world to me

Janis: I can’t feel guilty now, not how I did

Janis: you’re not a kid and you feel it too, that was all that was ever keeping me from loving you like that

Casey: I don’t love nobody else

Janis: I meant when I said you’d be a good boyfriend

Janis: you deserve to love, like that

Casey: I really meant it about trying but 

Janis: trying isn’t faking, can’t be, if we can learn anything here, like

Janis: not saying you couldn’t love anyone else, of course I don’t want you to though but we know I’m selfish

Casey: she isn’t enough like you to make it real for me, no lass is

Janis: you’re a one-off too

Casey: I get it, seriously won’t be able to show my face here again blushing how I am, you’ll get your way

Casey: least it’s moved the blood ‘round a bit, tah for that

Janis: no consideration for me on the bar for everyone to see, boy

Janis: you’re so used to doing all the work and getting no reward clearly

Casey: I’ve told you what’ll happen if they look

Janis: They can look at you, I would

Janis: but no touching

Casey: they’ll piss off and leave us alone, they know what’s good for ‘em

Janis: but the way you blush is so cute

Casey: [send her a picture obviously, having deliberately gone somewhere with the best lighting for her to actually be able to see a damn thing, I’m imagining outside like he’s innocently having a smoke break for the added hotness of that being included]

Janis: fuck

Janis: that’s what I get for teasing you

Casey: should’ve sent you a pic of what your teasing has actually done

Janis: [something that is comparable in size to what he told her his dick was like via the hole in the sheet, like yes, I’ve not stopped thinking about it, thank you]

Casey: [him here wracking his brain for things in the kitchen that are the size that she could put inside herself nbd a not at all casual list of suggestions]

Janis: Jesus

Janis: you’re so

Casey: you

Casey: *[an updated list of things she could reach without getting off the counter because doesn’t want her to have to move]

Janis: you’re okay with this being all your fault, yeah

Janis: because it’s a have to now

Casey: you won’t get no arguments off us when you tell me to clean the kitchen up this time, it’s alright

Janis: I’ll let you make a bigger mess first, promise

Casey: counters are already gonna be somewhere I’d eat my dinner off before I start

Janis: do need your strength

Casey: you do, all my strength fucking that [object] into you

Casey: I’ll let you borrow it for a bit, sort of mate I am

Janis: you’re so good to me, why you’re my best friend

Casey: maybe you’ll have a new one in [said object] and I’ll have to break it ‘cause I’m jealous

Janis: I’m just using it until I can see you

Janis: nothing or nobody replaces you

Casey: how’s it feel

Janis: [sending the tiniest snippet of audio like literal seconds because all you need to know]

Casey: good answer

Janis: if I could give you a good enough comparison I would but it’s not as easy

Casey: if any comparison existed I’d have found it, looked everywhere and tried everything I could think of

Janis: gonna need you to prove that but 

Janis: we’ve all the time in the world

Casey: challenge accepted

Janis: You can use everything you suggested on me, be able to tell you what’s closest 

Casey: [obviously suggest more things, in every room of this gaff, getting more feral with it like you got more ridiculous with pet names, it’s what y’all do]

Janis: I get it, you really don’t want me moving, yeah

[tonberry-yoda]

Ok I know this is a LOT but I’m willing to wait months for this request haha. Can you pretty please with a cherry on top do the entire fluff alphabet for Nanami kento? 🎂

Oh my goodness, anon, I would never make you wait months for something like this lol I absolutely love Nanami with my entire heart and soul he is my favorite character in Jujutsu Kaisen, so thank you so so so so much for this request, lovely! I hope you have an awesome day and enjoy the fluff alphabet!! <333

Fluff Alphabet with Kento Nanami

Pairing - Kento Nanami x reader

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 3,288

Notes - inspired by this post. anon, i really hope you enjoy this, it took a long while to write, but i loved every second of it! have an amazing day!! <33333

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

A ctivities - what do they like to do with their s/o? how do they spend their free time with them?

Nanami doesn't get a lot of downtime since he just loves to overwork himself [smh], but when he does, it is usually because you force him to. You would have to get this man's day off for him and be like uh-oh, they didn't schedule you in today, that's too bad.

I think he would love a self care day. He would love taking long baths with you and drinking wine and tea and just spending his time at home with you. Lots of holding each other on the couch and eating a lot of food.

But even on a regular work day, I think he would love getting ready with you in the morning. He loves a good morning routine, so to see you there too makes him fall in love all over again. Making breakfast for each other, giving goodbye kisses, he's a sucker for it all.

He also loves cooking and baking with you. It doesn't take super long and he just loves the little room there is in the kitchen so he can be pressed close to you whenever you're cooking with him.

I also think he would like Frisbee golf(???) don't quote me on that, but I think he would really love playing Frisbee with you lol

B eauty - what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?

Thighs guy. And back guy. I'm just gonna put that out there.

But other than that, he finds that your kindness is what really makes you shine. He loves that you are willing to love him and finds that to be the true beauty (gosh, i love this man).

I also think he would find it attractive when you cook for him or cook with him. I think he would find that food is a very intimate and loving way to show how much you love him, so he would be obsessed with it.

C omfort - how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack, etc.

This man is your therapist. If you feel yourself getting to a stage where you just need to talk or take a breath, or even get a little panicky, you go straight to Nanami. He would breathe with you, trying to keep a steady rhythm and then he would ask you to talk. He would hold your hand, squeezing it occasionally, making you feel warm inside and eventually, you would feel a sense of calmness again.

If you're crying, on the other hand, you would run up to this man, falling straight into his arms. He would rub the back of your head, making little "sh" noises and holding you close to his chest. He would whisper how much he loves you and press little kisses on your head.

Now if you're feeling down about your body, this is a whole other subject. This man would be so upset if you were upset about your appearance. He would take you straight to a mirror and ask you to point at the places that you aren't liking and then proceed to press little kisses and rub those parts of your body, after getting onto you about it, of course.

D reams - how do they picture a future with their s/o?

He has thought about kids, but knows that maybe, because he works so much, that it probably wouldn't be the greatest idea, but the thought it always in his mind.

Marriage, though, is top priority for him. He purposely peels his eyes away from any jewelry shop because god knows he would just walk up and buy a ring on the spot for you.

He just wants to live together forever and have a cat, no Gojo involved. That's his dream future.

E qual - are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Both of you switch around quite a bit. I think that he would be dominant in certain aspects, while you would be in others. But to be honest, I think it is a very equal relationship.

You would be the one to force him on the couch for face masks and cuddles, while he would be the one to help with emotional problems and any money issues and all of that.

But I honestly don't see either you or Nanami being more dominant than the other and he treats you completely equally (with tons of kisses ofc)

F ight - would they be easy to forgive their s/o? how are they fighting?

I honestly think, since he is so smart, fights with him wouldn't be fun. He would know what he's talking about and definitely thinks before he says anything. However! Fights with him are very very rare, so nothing to worry about too much.

When fights do happen though, it would feel so separated. You're already separated enough because he's always at work, but it wouldn't even feel like he's around anymore. But he's not avoiding you because he hates you, he's avoiding you because he doesn't want to screw up what you already have. He is thinking about how he is going to apologize, or communicate with you.

I think he would be pretty quick to forgive you if you caused the argument, but there would be a long talk. I think this man thinks that communication is key [amen] and that there needs to be a long talk instead of avoiding the situation or pretending like it didn't happen. He wants to see how he can fix his mistake and he wants to tell you what hurt him. He would be very good at working through it, so it feels like growth is happening instead of the opposite.

G ratitude - how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Nanami can't even believe he is breathing the same air as you sometimes.

This man is so grateful that every time he comes home from a stressful day, you're there with your arms stretched out and food on the counter. He couldn't ask for anything more. He loves you more than anything in the whole world.

He eventually figured out that you were managing to get time off for him, but he didn't tell you that he knew. He loved that you would do this for him just to spend more time with him and get him the self care he needs, he's honestly obsessed with it, and a little pissed when he has a long day and you didn't choose face masks for him instead.

He is very aware of how much you love him and take care of him and it's what makes him love you more than the earth itself. He wouldn't give you up for anything and honestly needs you.

H onesty - do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? or do they share everything?

Nanami is a very reserved man, I honestly don't think he would be one for secrets, but he isn't chatty either. I mean, I think he would think it's a secret how much he loves you, but you can tell in those gorgeous eyes how hard he's fallen for you lol.

But perhaps if you weren't a sorcerer, he wouldn't tell you about curses or anything like that just because he wants to keep you safe. He doesn't want you to find out how dangerous his life can be sometimes, so he just tells you about his 9-5 rather than he's been fighting curses all day.

I nspiration - did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Since Nanami is like the therapist in your life, your mood and overall mental health has gotten so much better after dating Nanami. You are more willing to talk about your problems than hide them, and more willing to be okay with not being okay, so overall, you have become much healthier after beginning a relationship with Nanami.

Nanami has definitely changed because of you. He has learned how important self care is and how much fun it is to try new things like cooking and baking. He has overall figured out himself and what his life needed, and that was you.

J ealousy - do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?

Oh yes.

Oh dear lord this man gets so jealous.

If he takes you to a work party and you start talking to one of his coworkers in a cutesy manner, he will scowl like no other, sending said coworker a dirty look.

Now on the off chance you know Gojo/are friends with Gojo, Nanami will hate it. More than anything. Gojo is a naturally flirtatious fella, so when Nanami saw the way he was talking to you, he was about to fight Gojo on the spot.

I don't think he could deal with it. I just honestly think he couldn't. So, to "deal with it", you usually have to walk up and grab his hand, giving him little kisses or hugs as he is still scowling at whoever you were talking to. It would kind of pull him out, but he would just still have this evil look on his face.

He's never mad at you though. He understands how attractive you are and how attractive other people find you, but he doesn't want anyone to look at you like he does. That's his job.

K iss - are they a good kisser? what was the first kiss like?

Omg I've been waiting to write this one.

He is an immaculate kisser. Like so flippin' good. His lips are soft, and he kisses you like you'll just disappear at any moment. His hands caress the back of your head/neck and you pull him closer by the collar of his shirt. It's like literal heaven. This man is just amazing at kissing and no one can change my mind.

Even the first kiss was amazing. It was around your third or forth date with him, you were taking things slow and having a picnic. The sun was setting and it was golden hour. He turned to you with a smile and said, "finally. I've been waiting all evening." And grabbed your chin with his thumb and index finger, placing the softest and smallest kiss on your lips as you sat there in complete shock, wondering how the heck you managed to obtain him.

L ove Confession - how would they confess to their s/o?

As said before, Nanami is a very reserved guy. A quiet dude, for sure. It would honestly be hard for him to put it into words for the longest time. He would show it by giving you hugs and kisses and cuddles. It was all in the way he rubbed the small of your back, but he had never actually said the words "I love you".

Until one day. He came home, absolutely exhausted, immediately falling into your small arms. He could feel those tired tears filling his eyes and he took a deep breath in the crook of your neck, a small smile appearing on his tired face. "I love you more than anything, you know that?" That had you melting for weeks.

M arriage - do they want to get married? how do they propose? what would their marriage be like?

I cannot express enough how much this man wants to marry you. He would drop down on his knee on the fourth date if he could lmao.

He does take it slow, however.

But when he does propose, it's private. No one around, just you and him. It would probably be on your porch as the sun is setting. He would talk about how much he appreciates you and how he wants to be with you forever. Then he would pop the question.

The wedding would also be small. Just friends and family. Gojo is the flower girl.

It would be a wonderful wedding though. Flowers everywhere. Nanami would cry seeing you in the tux/dress. That's the first time you see him really cry. He would look so gosh dang handsome too oml.

I think he would also love renewing your vows in new beautiful locations every couple of years.

N icknames - what would they call their s/o?

I don't think he's the type to give out nicknames, so he would stick to small romantic stuff like: love, darling, dear, honey, etc. Short and sweet.

O n Cloud Nine - what are they like when they are in love? is it obvious for others? how do they express their feelings?

I think the only person it is obvious to is you. The way he looks at you isn't like how he looks at anyone else. His gorgeous eyes constantly watching your figure anytime he can.

As said earlier, he would express his love through the way he holds you with kisses and hand holding and cuddling. It would all be very small, but that's his show. He would also love whispering in your ear how much he loves you and cares about you before you go to bed.

It isn't very obvious when he's in love, but you really know he is when he is willing to hold your hand in public or even just do something as small as cook breakfast for you or softly place his hand on your hip.

P DA - are they upfront about their relationship? do they brag about their s/o to others? or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

I think that he would do small things in public. Place his hand on your hip softly, hold your hand, give you a kiss on the cheek/neck, but nothing too crazy.

He would mention you to coworkers, but let's be real, the only person he would brag about you to is Gojo.

But typically, when he is jealous, he will straight up start making out with you to show others that you are together. He has a real jealousy problem lol.

Q uirk - some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

I cannot stress this enough, communication, communication, COMMUNICATION!

He thinks it is so important to use communication in a relationship because that effectively builds everything that's important, trust, honesty, etc. Without communication, what good is the relationship.

R omance - how romantic are they? what would they do to make their s/o happy? cliche or rather creative?

I think that Nanami is a very very very romantic individual, but nothing super duper cheesy. I mean, he loves picnics and giving you flowers, but nothing like ridiculous valentine's day stuff unless you initiate it.

He would do anything to make you happy. He wants to see you with a smile on your face always, but his go to is buying face masks and food and placing it on the table for you to find as a surprise. That and taking the day off. Nothing lights you up more.

S upport - are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? do they believe in them?

Nanami is your #1 supporter. He knows that you can achieve whatever and he will even go so far as to help you. If you need him to hold you while you work, he'll do it. If you need him to help figure out something difficult, he is right behind you. He will go to any even for you and will destroy anyone who tries to get in your way.

T hrill - do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? or do they prefer a certain routine?

This man is built on routine. He doesn't want anything too crazy or out of the blue. He loves his little morning routine with you and his occasional day off routine. Picnics and self care days are always the go to. he might try new things elsewhere, but this isn't the place for that lol

U nderstanding - how good do they know their partner? are they empathetic?

This man knows you like the back of his hand. If he senses you're off, he will do what he does best and try to calm you down/work with you on certain things. He knows when you need to be left alone, and he knows when you need a hug, and if he does it, he will be super empathetic and just let you do your own thing until you are willing to communicate what was wrong.

V alue - how important is the relationship to them? what is it's worth in comparison to value of other things?

He cannot live without you. It was so hard for him to find something that he could actually enjoy and love and be passionate about, so if he lost you, he literally couldn't go on. He doesn't want to go back to being the loner who overworked himself and he doesn't want to go back to his old routine. He LITERALLY cannot lose you.

W ild Card - random fluff headcanon (im actually gonna do a mini fic thingy, you'll see lol)

"Kento," you reached your arms out to him, pulling him closer. "Kento, come here." "What is it, love?" He giggled as you crawled into his arms, trying not to mess up his face mask. You looked into his eyes with the softest smile, rubbing the dark spots underneath his eyes. "They're lighting up." "Is that so?" You nodded and placed a kiss on his lips. "What would I do without you, dear?" You shrugged, eating whatever snack was closest. "Cry probably." "You were supposed to be romantic, not shoving Cheetos in your mouth." You just giggled, sinking to his touch. To be honest, you didn't know what you would do without him.

X OXO - are they very affectionate? do they love to kiss and cuddle?

YES, YES, YES!!

On his off time, the one thing he is looking forward to is falling into your arms. There literally isn't a time where you his arm isn't around you while you two are sleeping.

Y earning - how will they cope when they're missing they're s/o?

While at work, Nanami get's very stressed. You're usually one to help him out of his stress, but when you're not there, rash emotions will come quicker. But he's used to it, so it't nothing super crazy. Especially since it's only a couple of hours.

Now, let's say you went on a business trip without him. He would HATE that. He would feel alone and have that awful life is meaningless feeling again that would just rip away at him. But it honestly helps him appreciate you 10x more.

Z eal - are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? if so, what kind?

Nanami would do anything to make you stay. He will help you when you are upset. He will take days off for you. He will take you out to dinner. He would stay awake for a week if it meant he gets to see you all the time with a smile on your face.

I think he would be willing to sacrifice a lot because you helped him so much, and he loves you more than anything in the whole wide world.

<3

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In Those Jeans

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 2,599 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Blow jobs, Thigh riding, Car sex, Unprotected sex, Semi-public sex Summary: After almost two years of dating, you and Aaron still can't keep your eyes—or hands—off of each other, even at a company picnic; but who could blame you, when he looks like that? *Inspired by this gifset I think we all reblogged last night. I'm feral for Hotch in jeans. 🤤 Link to AO3 or read below! As Aaron’s girlfriend of almost two years, there have been countless times when you’ve gotten to see the rarer sides of his personality, things he doesn’t show at work, or at least not often.

You’ve seen his silly side with Jack when he builds pillow forts, plays tag in the backyard, makes messes in the kitchen. You’ve seen his sweet side when he gives you a back rub just because, makes your favorite dinner when you’ve had a stressful week, when he’s there to talk or just cuddle after appointments with your therapist, which he knows can bring your mood down a little.

You’ve seen him tender, romantic, playful, emotional, loving and caring and capable, but nothing compares to the hidden knowledge you have of one aspect of his personality: your man is horny as hell, and also kind of a freak.

At work, of course, he is the epitome of stoic, expressionless, buttoned-up suit, but a little flash of panty, or a sultry look, or even a well-timed innuendo is enough to have you knees up in the backseat of a government-owned SUV before the rest of your team even leaves the parking garage.

You silently thank god for tinted windows; you not-so-silently thank god for Aaron.

It’s amazing, because you are the same way, half turned-on at any given time of the day, catapulted to full on horny mess depending on the look on his face, the outfit he’s wearing, whether or not he calls you by your last name—before you were dating, you longed to hear him say your first name, but now it’s the impersonal bark of your surname that really gets you going.

Because you share the same predisposition for being down to fuck most of the time, all it takes is a raised eyebrow or a sway of the hips to signal you’re in the mood for something to happen, and if it’s physically feasible and won’t get you arrested, you usually follow through.

It’s how you end up getting absolutely wrecked in the back of the SUV at an FBI family picnic event—you don’t feel great about it, but it is what it is, and it all started with a pair of jeans. Aaron is hot. There’s no doubt about it, and it’s not up for debate. He doesn’t see it, but that just makes him hotter; if other people don’t see it, that just makes them stupid. You see it, though, everyday, in the smallest of ways, can’t stop seeing it. When he gets ready for the picnic, throws on a soft, worn t-shirt and a pair of jeans that fit him so well it’s almost criminal, you make a noise in the back of your throat, and Aaron grins.

“What’s happening over there?” he asks as you sit on the edge of the bed, hooking the strap of your sandal over your heel. You exhale, scowl.

“I think you know very well what’s happening.” He chooses a belt from the back of the door, slides it through the loops on the jeans, and your mouth waters. “Fuck, Aaron.”

“No time for that,” he says, looking up at you through his stupidly dark eyelashes, and he clasps the buckle, smooths his hands down his thighs. You’re going to be soaked before you even leave the house.

“I beg to differ.” You stand from the bed, twirl a little in a blue sundress you know Aaron won’t be able to resist for long. Two can play at this game: if he wants to watch you slowly lose your composure in public, you’re sure as hell not going to make it easy.

“Ugh. Love those little dresses,” he murmurs, stepping toward you, but you shake your head and wag a finger at him.

“Nope, no time for that,” you say, but you giggle when he narrows his eyes and stalks closer anyway.

He tackles you, tosses you back on the bed, kisses your mouth and neck, then whispers dirty things into your ear and rubs you through your panties until you come so loud it could wake the dead. You undo that stupid belt, tug his jeans down just enough to free his cock, toss your hair over your shoulder, and blow him like you’re being graded on it—if that were the case, you’d be getting extra credit for technique, no doubt about it.

You leave a little later than intended, and you know you just made a huge mistake, because getting him out of those jeans again is going to be all you can think about for the rest of the day; you’re not certain what’s going through his head, but you know for a fact he’s thinking pretty much the same thing.

Even though you’re both bummed that it’s Jack’s weekend with Haley and he's missing the picnic, you have to admit it’s kind of good timing, because you don’t let yourself get distracted when he is with you, but Aaron is looking so damn distracting today. You sit at a picnic table with JJ and Garcia, drinking iced tea and watching Will and Aaron play catch with Henry and a couple other kids. You’d say this is just a tactic, because seeing Aaron interact with kids always gives you baby (and babymaking) fever, but you know deep down he just loves children, and that makes your heart warm more than anything.

When he lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face? Now that’s a tactic, and a damn good one. You can’t hold back your whimper, and your friends take one look at you and share an amused glance.

“It’s a family picnic,” JJ says, scolding and teasing all at once. “Keep it in your pants.”

“It’s his pants you need to be worried about,” you mutter, and you fan yourself with your hand to try to bring yourself down a notch. That, of course, does not work, so you sigh, stand from the table, pour a cup of lemonade, and give them a wink before walking over to Aaron’s side. You get his attention with an innocent look, hand over the lemonade with a sweet smile.

“You look hot. And thirsty,” you tell him, and he smiles, tips his head back, and drinks it all in one gulp. You watch him swallow, squeeze your thighs together.

“So do you,” he says with a hint of a smirk, handing back the cup, and he leans in to whisper in your ear. “Thanks for the lemonade; now let me watch you walk away.” You pull back, lick your lips slowly and turn around, throwing him a look over your shoulder as you make your way back to the picnic table. Emily and Derek are there now too, and Emily laughs when you take your seat.

“Two years in and you still look at each other like that? Please tell me your secret,” she says with a grin, taking a sip of her iced tea.

“Tons of quality orgasms,” you answer with a fond sigh, tucking your chin in the palm of your hand and watching Aaron cross the lot. There’s something so powerful about his stride that it makes you horny just to watch him walk; your downstairs brain is so stupid. “He also makes really good jalapeno mac and cheese.” The answer to your question, when am I going to get fucked by my gorgeous boyfriend?, will be answered shortly, you’re fairly certain; you have a good feeling, because you’re talking to an agent that works on the floor above yours, and the strap of your dress has fallen down your shoulder, and he keeps glancing at it. You’d fix it, but that would only draw more attention to it, and you can already feel Aaron looking at you.

He doesn’t get jealous often, but get him in the right mood and his dumb caveman instincts switch from fight or flight to fight or fuck pretty quickly; when he heads your way with swift, purposeful steps, you’re pretty sure you know which one has been activated today.

“Hey. Time to go,” he says, looking over your face; he turns to nod at the guy you’re talking to, then very slowly hooks his finger in the strap of your dress and slides it back into place, making eye contact with you while he does it. You don’t know why that makes you so goddamn hot, but your breathing picks up and you bite your lip, take his hand when he offers it.

You don’t say goodbye to anyone, just follow him quickly to the car and climb into the backseat when he opens the door. The second he closes it behind him, his mouth is on yours, and you fist your fingers in his t-shirt, hitch a leg over his hip, and pull him closer.

“I want you, I need you,” you breathe into the kiss, and he slides one hand around your back, uses the other to push up your dress and grab a palmful of your ass.

“I know, baby. God, I want you. You look fucking perfect in that dress; I want to tear it off.” It’s sort of expensive, and pretty, but fuck, you’re going to let him. He shifts so his back is against the seat, pulls you into his lap, and you moan when he presses you right on top of his cock, hard and bulging against the seam of his jeans. “Feel what you do to me, when you’re looking like a goddamn angel and other men can’t take their eyes off of you?” You tug on his hair, kiss him roughly, move your hands to his belt, but he stops you with gentle fingers. “First I want you to ride my thigh. You’ve been staring at them all day; do you want to?”

“Fuck, absolutely,” you whine, and he puts his hands on your hips, shifts you so your knees are on either side of his perfect, firm, denim clad thigh and encourages you to grind against it. You don’t need much encouragement, but he eases down one of the straps of your dress and maneuvers it so that he can bare your breast, get his lips around your nipple while you work to get yourself off. “Oh, god yeah.”

You plant your hands on his shoulders, dig your nails in through the soft fabric, and slide against him like a needy, horny teenager. You’re wet, and he’s undoubtedly going to be wet too by the time you’re done with him, leg soaked with your come—god, that’s a hot prospect. Both of you are panting, not from exertion but arousal, and you move a hand to the back of his head, grip his hair in your fingers while he sucks and softly bites your nipple. When he pulls back, his lips are wet, and you capture them in a kiss.

“Yeah, you’re doing so good, keep going. Keep humping, baby, come on me.” He gets a hand in your hair, kisses your neck, and you cling to him for dear life, broad back and shoulders beneath your hands as you work your hips desperately in pursuit of your orgasm. “So fucking perfect, come on me,” he mutters against your throat, and you hug him close, absolutely lose it as your climax makes your body tense from shoulders to toes.

You moan in his ear like an absolute slut—if you are one, he’s made you that way, so it’s only fair—and he kisses your mouth, deep, rough, wet kisses that ensure your desire does not dip in the slightest. You feel dirty and incredible, but no more relieved or satisfied than you were ten minutes ago.

A little bit of Aaron is never enough; no amount of Aaron is ever enough.

He makes sure you can hold yourself up and then takes his hands off of you, opens his belt and his pants and pushes them down his thighs far enough that you’ll be comfortable. You slide off of his leg to slip your panties off—they’re useless at this point anyway—and he gets his hands on your hips and puts you in his lap, holds you up so you can line his cock up with your entrance and let him press inside.

“Mmh, fuck, Aaron,” you gasp, and with the way he looks at you, eyes dark and serious and possessive, you know this will be quick for the both of you. You wrap one hand around his bicep, press back against his knee with the other; he slides his hands up to your waist, dragging the skirt of your dress up with him so he can watch himself disappear inside you, which is ten different kinds of sexy.

“Thinking about this all day—burying my cock inside your sweet, tight pussy, coming deep inside you. Do you like it, getting fucked here because I want you so bad I can’t stand to wait?” Even though you know you shouldn’t, you do, and you nod, moan yes when he fucks up inside you, strong thighs flexing. “Me too, love it, love you.”

“Love you,” you murmur while you bounce in his lap, eyes on his, tongue slipping over your lips while you snap your hips against his thrusts. “Gonna milk your cock, take every last drop; greedy for it.” Aaron groans, tightens his hands on your waist, and you clench around him when he comes, riding him fast and thorough; you follow quickly, leaning forward to rest your head against his shoulder while you shudder through the pleasure.

His hands are gentle after, smoothing up your back, around your neck, and he pulls you closer for a soft, sweet, passionate kiss. When it breaks, you smile against each other's lips.

“Tease,” you whisper, smoothing your hands over his throat, his jaw. “New unwritten rule: if you wear those jeans in public, I get as much sex as I want for the rest of the night.” He chuckles, but ultimately nods.

“Deal. New unwritten rule: when we’re out in public and someone is looking at you like that guy was looking at you, I have permission to throw you over my shoulder and take you home and remind you why it is that you belong with me.” You pull him close for a hard kiss and grin.

“Deal, caveman. So what do you want to do now?” He wrinkles his nose in contemplation, straightens up the top half of your dress.

“I think I want to go home and tear this off of you as previously mentioned,” he says; you bite your lip and nod. “What do you want to do?”

That’s a loaded question, but at the moment, only one thing really comes to mind.

“Fuck me wearing these clothes again; I don’t care where or how, you can surprise me.”

Aaron is, unsurprisingly, on board with that plan; you slip off of him, smooth out your dress, and he pulls his pants up—they are still very wet from your first orgasm, and you rub the spot with the edge of your dress to no avail.

“Don’t get pulled over, Agent,” you joke, because that would be both very hard and very easy to explain, and he groans like you’ve just done something very sexy.

“Love it when you call me Agent,” he says, pulling you in for a kiss, and you plan some super hot roleplay for later and hop out of the car so you can climb into the front seat like the fully-functioning, non-horny adult that you are.

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Hello I hope your doing well! I have a headcanon idea how would the brothers and previously undatebles react to a masseuse/masseur (people who give out professional massages)

Let's try this shall we~

Edit: I was informed by someone who is actually familiar with this field that the term Masseuse and Masseur can be seen as insulting in the profession, thank you for informing me again!

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The Boys and a Massage Professional/Therapist MC

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Warning: uncensored swearing, a lot of it asfkfkajshfkslajd

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Lucifer

Tense shoulders that could cut steel, harder than a fucking nokia phone from centuries to eons of stress, if I was a professional at massages I think I would be itching to grab onto those muscles of his like dough.

He will probably feel chills down his spine whenever you are around.

Won't take much convincing if the time is right to ask him to please let you release the pressure on him because dear fucking lord I wouldn't be able to just stand and watch either.

Good fucking luck in the process, when I say this man is stiff this man is STIFF.

He will be feeling so much better by the end of it there's a chance he will be slightly dazed.

Also it improved his mood which led to less harsh punishments, which now has led to more demands from others than from Lucifer himself for you to massage him.

I think you should start asking for payment at this point-

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Mammon

And talking about payment, you will definetelly need to ask it from this one because after the first time you gave it to him for free out of your own good will he started to come back for it all. the. time.

Okay, he's cute and the sounds he makes are so 👌. But damn boy this is not exactly so easy so please give something back??????

Well, you just need to say the word and he will always have something in ready to give you. A date at a place you have been wanting to go for a good while now or something you have had you eyes on for a good time.

It's a very win win kind of deal.

Though at some point when you massaged his legs he felt so light he ran faster than he could control and almost ran into a wall, actually no, he did ran into a wall there's a crack in there ouch-

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Leviathan

In which the cause of the second oldest running was probably to scape the demands for his money back from the third oldest, though Levi was definetelly too stunned by the lighting speed to react right away.

He now makes sonic jokes when refering to Mammon.

But going back to massages, this fucking snake has such a bad posture I would be in back pain just from watching him sit.

And don't expect it to be easy to fix that because everytime you touch him he just tenses up further.

I swear it would be easier to just knock him out and acupuncture him.

You will succeed at some point if you don't give up, and BOY he also makes some 👌😩 sounds.

They're a lot more dorkish and high pitched and he will definetelly not be functional by the end of it.

He will start trying to fix his posture from now on to not make your work go to waste.

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Satan

A curious cat that would just straight up ask for a session (not for free of course he already has something to give you back in ready) after witnessing the shenanigans above.

Not so stiff as Lucifer but still fucking hard, which is to be expected since he has so much rage bottled up.

Chances are he's turning into his demon form unconsciously.

It's a bit of an intimidating session not gonna lie, he is basically using it to relieve himself from part of his wrath so with every groan it feels like he's going to jump at you and rip you to shreds.

He won't of course, instead he will smile brightly by the end of the session and give you your reward for such a good job.

It's honestly worth it though you will probably be needing a massage yourself after-

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Asmodeus

And that's where pretty boy comes in! He doesn't have a professional tittle on him but he has centuries of experience so that's close right?

He will have all things ready, just say the word and he will give you the best payment for all your hard work ever: a chance to relax yourself.

And man he's good.

It's also not very tiring to massage him either, his smooth skin is addicting to touch, the atmosphere he will help set up will be perfect, and he also spills a lot of tea in between so that's a plus for entertainment.

Seriously whenever it becomes too much to be with the rest of the brothers just hit Asmo up and he's gotchu.

Private spa day comming right up.

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Beelzebub

He won't ask because it will completelly scape his mind.

He plays a lot of sports and does a lot of exercising so of course he has a lot of sore muscles.

And you can't tell me you wouldn't want to massage his belly, he's a glutton, it's literally asking for you to massage there.

Baby boy is always so gratefull, thanks to your aftercare on his legs, arms and torso, he has never felt lighter!

Which has led him to accidentally break some of the gym weights, win a sports game almost all on his own and make another restaurant suffer because he felt he could eat more than usual.

Although I would like to say you should proceed with the massages with caution, his smile is too precious to ever say no to.

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Belphegor

Easiest target ever, will probably sleep for 24 hours in one go right after.

And he won't wake up for shit.

Though once he wakes up after those 24 hours he will basically be wide awake for the next 24 hours, so honestly? This has turned out to be very useful in important ocasions.

Will often give out some whines in the middle of a session, possibly half asleep for the entire time.

I feel like he would feel quite ticklish in some places even though you wouldn't be purposelly trying to tickle him, probably.

And I know many of you love his laugh, so yeah that's a plus.

He will definetelly offer to massage you back, and yes he will be good at it, and no it's not because of experience, yes it's because he's too much of a genious and has basically learned through osmosis just from getting massages from you.

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Solomon

Let me tell ya, he's stiffer than you think.

Bad posture, centuries of responsabilities, strain from excessive use of magic and pacts and the weight of existence when you are both immortal and unable to die.

He could easily rival Lucifer and he won't even realize it.

Will definetelly agree to get a massage and will definetelly say "well I do feel a bit under the weather" and his muscles will definetelly feel a little bit more than just under the weather.

It's easier to chew on hard bread than massage Solomon.

He also offers to pay you back.

Do not agree to get a massage from him, I repeat, DO NOT.

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Simeon

If you didn't feel like touching that exposed waist of his then you're lying.

If you don't offer first, he will ask you for it at some point.

And man to have a literal angel right under you, letting out a few exhales of satisfaction and bliss with every move of your skilled hands and arms, sometimes a chuckle followed by a comment that could start a small conversation.

Smooth skin, perfectly shaped body, I don't think I would be able to get my hands off him either.

Massage his hands, from his palms to his fingertips, massage his shoulders, from his blades to his neck, thumbs pressing close to his spine.

He will gladly let you indulge yourself for as long as you wish.

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Diavolo

Another one who's stiffer than you think.

You could literally jump on his back and it would feel like pavement.

Oh and he's now definetelly addicted to massage.

Of course he will also be paying you back with whatever you wish (don't make a joke and say something like 100,000,000 grimm, he will take it seriously-).

Depending on the day he may actually fall asleep, which is very cute.

On another note tho, have you ever thought about sleeping on his back? Because I have-

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Barbatos

Good luck getting him to take off his clothes, even more good luck to catch him not being busy.

This man will gladly give out massages of his own (which could probably knock out a dragon because damn boy those hands are skilled) but will probably not be as easy to convince to get a massage.

It will take an extremelly tiring day to make him agree and it will be so worth it.

Why you ask? Because the look in his face will alway be so soft by the end of it. Pure gratefullness.

Since then he will start to actually seek you out from time to time, the little smile on his face almost looking excited.

[pathetic-dumpling]

Coming to Terms

Dream has been having a bad day, which has quickly turned into a bad week. Techno and Phil both need to go out and do essential tasks around the tundra, but they can't leave Dream alone either. So... they find a babysitter. words: 5,188 - read on ao3 instead

CW: overstimulation, implied panic attack, unintentional self-harm, referenced abuse

Dream has been having a bad day. Correction, he’s been having a bad week. He’s been caught in a bit of a spiral for the last several days, and the exhaustion from an attempt at healing keeps dragging him down before he can get out. The last thing Techno wants to do is leave Dream alone like this, but he and Phil have already pushed off as many necessary tasks as they can. They need to head out, but they can’t leave Dream alone… So in comes the Syndicate.

They consider a few people. Niki is chosen.

“Look, all you need to do is watch him for a day. We’ll be back by the end of it, and you can leave, alright?”

Niki scrunches her face up, which is, in all honesty, reasonable. She’s one of the people who didn’t want to interact with Dream, but Techno and Phil are running desperately low on options.

“Is there anyone else?” She asks. “What about Puffy? She’s a therapist, right? Wouldn’t she be more equipped for something like this?”

“A, we don’t want more people knowing about Dream than necessary, and she’s already refused to give Dream treatment. B, we don’t trust her to not psychoanalyze Dream when he really doesn’t want to be psychoanalyzed. Plus, we don’t know what kind of domestic issues there are because Dream hasn’t opened up about that part of his life yet.”

Niki winced. “What about Ranboo?”

“Well, you see, Ranboo’s been growing into himself recently,” Phil interjects, beside Techno. “Which is good, by all means, but that also means he’s been embracing that he’s a little bit of a dick sometimes. You’re literally the only person we can think of who can be… pleasant and hold your tongue around Dream.”

“And- and we don’t wanna sound misogynistic,” Techno quickly adds. “This isn’t a ‘the kind woman puts up with the toxic man’ situation; it’s just… Dream is fragile right now, like, really fragile, and we’re pretty sure you’re the only person who has the kind of self-restraint to not break him any more, you know?”

Niki raises a brow but ultimately sighs. “This is your only option?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, pretty much,” Phil laughs.

“...alright. I’ll watch him. One day, got it?”

“Oh my gods, thank you so much, Niki.”

So Niki is given keys to the house. Mentally, she prepares for whatever Dream might try. She saw him, briefly, in a Syndicate meeting or two, but only between several layers of fabric and zero spoken words. She doesn’t know what he’s like if he’s grown out of his… nastier habits yet. Techno has done everything in his power to tell the Syndicate that Dream has changed, but none of them have actually seen any change. Niki kind of doubts it, if she’s being honest, but she trusts Techno’s judgment more than anything. She knows Techno wouldn’t lie to her and lead her on like others in the past.

She wakes up the following day when things are still dark. Niki can see her breath, even within the small haven of an underground city warmed by countless fires and lanterns. She throws on her Syndicate cloak, getting ready to head out to the arctic. Hopefully, Techno didn’t want her to do anything with the animals because she definitely wouldn’t be able to stand being outside for that long. When she arrives, Techno thanks her profusely. He pledges to show her around the house and offers a few tips while Phil gets ready for their trip outside.

“Alright.” Techno swings his hands by his sides. Niki has noticed he’s stopped clapping them when he begins to speak. “First things first, Dream hasn’t eaten in, like, three days, so we really need you to try to get him to eat something. His diet has been pretty limited so far, but we left a list of things he’s been able to eat so far on the counter. Try to stay fresh- anything stale makes him throw up, and so does steak. Don’t offer it. We keep apples in a little icebox downstairs because he likes fruit cold. Also, Dream likes himself cold, too. He gets anxious when he’s hot.

“If Dream hides in his room, he’s most likely hiding under his bed. If you need to interact with him during that time, do not try to pull him out. That will scare him and he might bite. Instead, just kind of lay on the floor and face him and just… wait until he’s ready to talk. If you try to push him, he’ll probably just curl up more, and he tends to get really distant for the next day or two when that happens.

“If he asks for something, it means that he needed it about three hours ago and has only now gotten the courage to ask for it. Even if he prefaces it between a lot of ‘only if you want to’ and ‘you don’t have to,’ don’t believe him. We’re trying to teach him that asking for things is good but it’s been a bumpy ride. Also, he’s iffy on touch; I’d say it’s better to not try.”

Techno stops, tapping his lip. “Try not to let him outside without supervision; we haven’t really been able to block off potential hazards yet. Other than that, I think that’s everything. Dream is sleeping right now, but he knows you’ll be here. He might get startled anyway. Try not to stare or anything. It makes him uncomfortable. Just treat him like a nervous cat or something.”

Niki blinks, trying desperately to process all of the information that was just dumped on her. Techno waits patiently as she mentally backtracks and tries to commit everything to vague memory. Nervous cat? That’s what the ruler of the server has turned into?

“Okay… I think I got all of that?” Niki says, hoping she got everything she truly needed down. She knows how awkward things get when she or Techno has to start repeating themselves.

“Cool.” Techno sighs, running a hand through his hair until it gets caught in his braid. “A nervous, injury-prone cat… That’s Dream. Thank you for doing this, really. Dream just started being okay with being in the same room as boiling water, and I think I might have a breakdown if I have to leave to make tea again. This means a lot. Anything you need from us, me or Phil, we’ll be happy to help as soon as we get back.”

Niki nods. “Honestly, I didn’t think this would be on the agenda when I joined the Syndicate, but I’m happy to help you, Techno.”

“Of course.” Techno bows his head. “Of course. We’ll be back as soon as we can. Again, don’t let him… do anything to himself, okay?”

Niki gives another nod and a thumbs up. “You can count on me, Techno.”

Techno gives a strained smile and then, awkwardly, does a slight bow before leaving. His muffled voice filters through the door as he calls out to Phil, and then they head out. Niki takes in a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before sighing as she watches the silhouettes of her friends disappear over the horizon.

Alright. She can do this. She may not like Dream, but she did agree as a part of the Syndicate to… help. This is just for Techno and Phil, to keep them from worrying. To watch Dream and make sure he doesn’t try anything he shouldn’t. Niki could do that. In fact, she was happy to keep the man out of trouble, if it were for Techno’s sake. Now she just needed to find something to do until there was someone to watch.

Niki glances around the house, finding things pleasantly clean. The chests were a bit of a mess, but things weren’t lying all over the place, and it looks like it’s been cleaned recently. It looks like the house has been somewhat baby-proofed, too, which makes a little chuckle bubble in Niki’s throat. They’ve only been housing Dream, and he’s certainly a grown man, isn’t he? What would they need to keep him out of drawers for?

Niki gets to entertaining herself with one of Techno’s many book recommendations, making a tiny home for herself on the couch. She opens the blinds and curtains, letting any sort of light filter in as much as it can. The sun is slow to rise in the arctic, and candlelight can only do so much. Slowly, as the sun rises over the north, Niki finds herself growing more hungry, so she starts making some food. It gets bright soon after that, lighting up the room with the near-blinding rays of the sun. Niki adjusts soon enough, simply happy to have more than enough reading light.

A few hours later, after Niki has already eaten and taken care of her share of the dishes, Dream emerges. The first thing she notices is that he’s completely maskless. Secondly, he looks exhausted to the bone, drowned in a dark green jacket and a black shirt underneath. Loose-fitting pants cover Dream’s legs, almost completely hiding his figure from view. Dream’s eyes are dark, his posture slouched inward, and his hair is messy, long, and frail. He looks unbearably tense. His eyes squint at how bright it is, but he tries to shake it off quickly with a flick of his hands. He does a quick double-take on Niki, eyes darting around the room before relaxing slightly. His attention never leaves her, though. His gaze makes a shiver crawl up Niki’s spine.

“Good morning, Dream!” She says politely because maybe Dream is worse in the mornings.

Dream waves tiredly, and Niki notices his bandaged finger. Something about it looks off until she realizes it’s too short to be normal, missing nearly the entire first section. She wonders how it happened, how she’s never noticed before. Dream takes his bandaged hand, dragging it down his face. He lets out a long sigh, sitting down at the circular table in the kitchen, leaning heavily on it for support. He raises his hands, and although they tremble and shake, Niki recognizes one thing. Dream is signing.

Oh. It looks like Technoblade forgot to mention one thing.

“Oh!” She says quickly, tucking her book into her chest. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know sign language.”

Dream, from the table, raises a brow at her. He raises his hands, signing what Niki can only assume is: you don’t know sign?

“I always meant to learn, but the only people who use it actively on the server are Callahan and….”

Me. Niki can guess that one well enough.

“Yes… you. I’m sorry.”

Dream waves his hand dismissively. He gestures for a pen, which Niki retrieves without much hesitance. She may not like Dream, but she still needs to communicate with him if this day even has a chance at going well. She places the pen and small pad of paper on the table, stepping back quickly. Dream lets out a long breath before beginning to write.

I’ll show you some stuff I probably won’t be able to translate in the moment, Dream writes. Writing looks a little more challenging with the ever-present tremor in Dream’s hands and his shortened finger, but he makes do. He writes down a few simple words: can’t, stop, no, sorry, and shows the signs for each of them. Niki furrows her brow.

“These are all negative responses. What about… ‘yes’?”

Dream struggles to meet Niki’s eyes for a second, looking away almost immediately. He seems borderline uncomfortable. Slowly, he curls his hand into a fist, nodding it forward twice.

“Yes?” Niki asks in conformation.

Yes.

Niki nods, trying to commit this information, like everything else dumped on her today, to memory. Dream drops the pen after that, cradling his hands in his lap. They certainly… don’t stop shaking. Hm. Niki would ask about it, but she doesn’t really want to poke at any boundaries. Dream fiddles with his fingers, beginning to bounce his leg.

“Em-” Niki starts, catching Dream’s attention and picking at the back of her neck awkwardly. “Techno told me that you should probably eat today, right? I made food a few hours ago, but I can make something for you or….”

Dream waves his hands, furiously shaking his head. He scribbles down variants of I’m not hungry, and you don’t have to, which Niki isn’t given a chance to object to. Dream carefully gets up, grabbing the notepad beside him and pushing past Niki. He makes his way over to the couch, plopping himself down and sighing. Niki watches him, unsure of what entirely to do. She knows what Techno told her, but there was only so much that was truly in her power. It didn’t help how dismissive Dream appeared to be with her attempts at offering him food.

This Dream is… new, to say the least. She didn’t know the old Dream outside of what she heard from her peers, but she especially doesn’t know this Dream. Is he better? Does he know that what he’s done is bad? Terrible? Unforgivable, even? Does he regret it at all, or does he just think he’s a victim in all of this?

It takes two more attempts at getting Dream to eat before Niki’s patience starts running a little slim. She’s never had the time to talk to Dream before, but right now, he just seems nothing more than tired. He looks fine, if not a little skinny, maybe a little quiet. For all Niki knows, this could be a ploy, a trick, to live the high life off of Techno’s dedicated care and then run off into the woods. Niki feels a little nasty for thinking this, but what if Dream is just faking this all? What if he’s just playing it up for show and sympathy? To get free protection while his next plan brews quietly in the background? She’s heard about the lengths Dream was willing to go to in the past; what would make this different? She knows how convincing an actor Dream can be, and dedication to a part can take someone a long way.

Well… Now is as good of a time as ever to get a few things off her chest, Niki supposes. If Dream isn’t faking, he’ll have some kind of genuine reaction, and if he is, then, well… Niki can keep her friends from getting used again. It’s a win-win, really.

“You know, you’re very lucky Techno decided to care for you so much,” she says from the kitchen because the distance makes her feel safer. “He didn’t have to do all of this, you know? It’d certainly be easier for him to have ignored your favor. I would’ve.”

From behind, Niki hears a sharp intake of breath, but no objections come. Niki looks behind her at Dream, still sitting on the couch, wide-eyed and staring at her. He swallows, eyes darting to the side like he’s sorting through his thoughts. He gestures at Niki, a sort of go-on movement, so she turns around and continues. “Things like Wilbur, Doomsday, the festival, you played a role in all of those, you know? You’ve been the authority figure of the server for so long. You-- you had control over exile and Tommy and… Everything you’ve done, it’s hurt all of us. It’s- it’s hurt me, and I-”

There’s a loud, distinct sniffle behind Niki. Slowly, she turns to look behind her, finding Dream curled up on the couch. He brings his knees up to his chest, pressing tightly into himself. He’s looking to the side, almost shameful. His shoulders are shaking.

“...Dream?” Niki asks. Maybe this is the genuine reaction she’s looking for.

Dream nods sharply. He looks up, meeting Niki’s eyes, his own glassy and red and wet. His eyes fill with tears, so he quickly hides his face again, pressing it into the arm wrapped around his knee. It feels like he’s forcing himself to keep his gaze on Niki, and that information tastes a little bitter going down Niki’s throat. He lifts his head just enough to meet Niki’s eyes again, folding his hand into a half square and pressing it to his temple. Niki doesn’t know the sign, but she doesn’t need to.

I know, he says. I know.

Dream takes a shuddering breath, fingers dancing across the parts of the body he’s gripping. They speed up and slow down as he filters his thoughts, eventually coming to a standstill. He grabs his notepad with trembling hands, scribbling down something hastily, ripping out the paper, and holding it out for Niki while hiding himself. Nervously, Niki steps forward because the memory of powerful and quick and ruthless Dream has never left her, even when presented with the sight of the trembling man before her.

I know, the paper says. I want to listen. But not today. I can’t today.

Niki swallows. She looks at Dream, trembling and crumbling in on himself, and nods. “Okay,” she says. “I understand. I… I’m sorry. That was out of line, I...”

Dream nods quickly and sharply. His fingers tap quickly against his leg. Niki feels awkward, standing in front of Dream like this as he fidgets and shuffles. She puts a little distance between the two of them, retreating back to the kitchen. The house is plunged into a small period of unrelenting silence. Niki wished that she knew at least a little sign because maybe things wouldn’t be so awkward. Dream doesn’t look all too thrilled to be talking with her either way, though, so perhaps it was wishful thinking. He’s running a hand through his hair, pausing to tug on the long strands every few seconds.

Niki frowns. Has Techno told her anything about how to handle something like this? Sorting through her memory quickly tells Niki that, no, Techno hadn’t spilled anything helpful for a time like this. He’d asked Niki to make sure Dream didn’t do anything to himself, but certainly, he wasn’t that much of a danger to his own wellbeing, right? Techno had mentioned some other useful things, but he seems to have forgotten some details Niki would’ve loved to have. She sighs.

Niki supposes that the best she can do right now is swallow her words and try to be helpfully polite. To, in kinder words, simply watch Dream. She tried to ask him about some things here or there but mostly ended up talking at Dream instead of with him. That’s okay, Niki didn’t mind. She didn’t really go into today expecting some sort of riveting conversation, and the one she’d already tried to have ended oh-so-splendidly.

Suddenly, the sound of Dream’s stomach growling caught her attention. Niki looked back from her chunk of dough that she’d started kneading to fill the silence at Dream, who was caught like a deer in headlights. He looked to her quickly before starting off on what Niki thinks is a garbled bundle of excuses about how he wasn’t hungry again. Niki laughs kindly, making Dream’s hands pause mid-air.

“I’ll go get you an apple or something,” she says, running her hands under the sink to wash off the extra flour. “Techno showed me where everything was before you woke up. I’ll be back in just a second. Stay put, okay?”

Dream nods, hiding his face and giving a small thumbs up. The trip downstairs is quick, only interrupted by a skulk of three foxes Techno apparently kept in his basement. The box with cooled fruit was propped up, probably to keep the foxes out of it, Niki mused, if the scratch marks on the side were anything to go off of. Dream was sitting in virtually the exact same position Niki had left him in, nervously glancing at her when she approached. At least he’s good at following directions, Niki noted. She held out the apple, waited a long few seconds for Dream to take it, then set it on the table next to him. Dream’s eyes watched her with rapt attention, almost like he was afraid she was suddenly going to turn around and attack him.

After that little experience, Niki went back to kneading dough as pleasantly as she could. She couldn’t explain the small smile that crept onto her lips when the inevitable crunch of an apple being eaten hit her ears after minutes of silence. Niki chalks it up to the fact that Techno would be happy that Dream ate and tries to move on from it as passively as she can.

Shuffling fills the corners of the house between the clanging of various pans and Niki’s humming. Dream had come a little closer, sitting stiffly at the counter and watching Niki work after throwing his apple core into Carl’s stable from the window. He keeps the notepad close to him, bouncing the pen back and forth against the solid surface. Niki greets him and starts explaining what she’s doing, to which Dream nods along. She tries to suggest Dream join the baking whenever she can, moving pans around and into the sink when they’ve become dirty. Dream’s eyes follow her hands as she gestures around, eyebrows twitching downward every few seconds. Every semi-loud sound makes his eyes blink in surprise and something else Niki can’t quite place. It goes on like this for about half an hour, with various levels of participation coming from Dream.

Eventually, he begins to look more and more lost in thought, distracted, even borderline frustrated, eventually dropping his pen roughly and tapping his pointer finger against the counter. His other hand goes to his hair, pulling, as a small whimper tumbled into the air. Dream’s nail makes a quick tap, tap, tap that sounds borderline panicky, only increasing in speed. His shoulders are tense, and because Niki is so used to providing comfort to those unscarred by touch, she reached out for his shoulder.

Dream jerks away as soon as her hand meets his shoulder, a small, distressed noise leaving his throat. He stumbles onto shaky legs, looking almost as if Niki burned him. Niki, in return, pulled her hand back to her chest. Dream holds up a finger, a small give me a moment, before distancing himself. He hangs his head and holds up his hands, shaking them out almost violently as he paces the living room.

“Dream?” Niki begins to ask, watching the man pace and shake his hands. What was he doing? What was going on?

Her thoughts are abruptly cut off by a sharp yelp when Dream suddenly turns and pushes over a chair. This is still Dream at the end of the day, and once upon a time, he was terrifying and dangerous. Niki clamps her hands down over her mouth to keep any further sound from escaping when it makes Dream flinch. His breath picks up in shakiness and speed until a loud crash makes the house go silent.

Dream’s head whips around, finding a pile of shattered glass on the floor next to the chair he flipped over and the table it apparently took on its way down. He stares at it for a good, long second, the breath stolen from his lungs. A quick, strangled sob leaves Dream’s mouth as he drops to his knees, scrambling for the glass pieces. Hot, fat tears fill the corners of Dream’s eyes. His hands are shaking so much it makes the glass pieces he picks up clink against each other. Almost desperately, Dream tries to wipe away the tears, and Techno’s worry about Dream hurting himself suddenly becomes much more apparent as the world catches up to Niki.

“Oh- Dream, no, we- let’s not-” Niki drops to her knees beside Dream, holding her hands out gently. “Let’s not do that, okay? You’ve got glass in your hands.”

Dream doesn’t stop. The tears and sobs only spilling harder and faster. Niki doesn’t think this can get any worse, so she slowly puts her hand over Dream’s, grasping it and pulling it away gently. There’s no resistance, even as Dream digs his chin into his chest. Pricks of blood are already forming on scratches left on Dream’s cheeks from the glass, quickly mixing with tears. Dream starts signing something frantically, and Niki doesn’t know what he’s saying, but, oh, she wishes she did.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Niki tries. “Are you worried Techno will be angry?”

Dream nods, choking on another sob.

“I’m sure he won’t be!” Niki presents her hands, cupped, to Dream again. “He really cares about you, alright? He won’t be mad over a broken cup, okay?”

Dream makes a strangled sound that almost sounds like a “but” as he snaps his head up to face Niki.

“No. No buts.” Niki pushes her hands forward pointedly. “I’ll clean up the glass, okay? I think you should go lay down on your bed and rest. Calm down a little, alright? I’m supposed to be here to help, and Techno would be upset if you hurt yourself. I’ll let you know when everything’s been taken care of.”

Shakily, Dream brings his free hand up to his face, fingers touching the newly formed cuts as his lips trace Niki’s words. His eyes go wide, pressing down on the tiny bubbles of blood forming. He drops the glass into Niki’s hands, staggering up with a sharp breath. He mutters something too faint for Niki to catch before disappearing into his room. Niki picks up the rest of the glass, her hands thankfully much steadier than Dream’s own despite what just happened. Periodically, she glances up to Dream’s room, watching, waiting.

She isn’t quite sure what she’s waiting for, maybe for him to come bursting out, angry at being coddled, or perhaps for him to come slinking back with shaky hands and hot tears and try to help again. Whatever it is, it never comes.

Carefully, Niki spends a few minutes making sure no shards had spread out over the house or that she misses any finite pieces. After her searches come back clean, Niki moves to the knocked-over furniture. She rights the table and chair Dream had knocked over, huffing out a small sigh of relief. The living room was clean again, thankfully. She hopes Techno won’t be mad. That would just make her look bad when Dream was so clearly distressed over the whole ordeal.

At the thought of Dream, Niki makes her way over to his room. She knocks, the wood giving way and opening up into the small room. Dream lays on his bed, curled up into a ball, and appears to be fast asleep. The blankets look almost deliberately untouched around him. Niki steps into the dark room, noting the closed blinds on his window. Everything is kept down to nearly a depressing minimum, the only trace of life in the room being the messy, yet unmoved, sheets and a single flowerpot laying on a chest.

It would be better to let him sleep, Niki thinks. The room is kept cold, and Niki doesn’t want Dream to get sick, so she decides to drape the untouched sheets over Dream’s sleeping form. As she pulls up the blankets around the sleeping body, though, Dreams’ eyes flutter open, and his body tenses. He turns his head to watch her silently.

“I’ve cleaned up the glass, so the living room is good to be in again,” Niki offers. She pulls her hands away, crouching down so she doesn’t loom over Dream. “I was going to let you sleep; sorry for waking you.”

Dream shrugs, not really looking like he had been sleeping in the first place. He sits up, glancing at the sheets pooling around him. Dream glances around, scrubbing at his face and swinging his legs over the side of his bed. Despite Niki’s protests, he gets up and shuffles his way into the living room. His eyes fall on the now empty space on the table, sucking in a soft, shuddering breath. Niki comes to stand beside him.

“Hey,” she says. “It’s okay. I’m not angry, and they won’t be either, okay?”

Dream’s eyes flit from the table down to Niki. His body, slouched forward, leans a little closer to her as he nods silently. He looks back to the room, eyes squinting. He shoves his hands in his pockets and produces the pen and paper he’d kept on him; scribbling down, can you close the blinds? Niki smiles. She needs to encourage him to ask for things, too.

“Sure.”

Dream makes a home for himself on the couch. He eyes Niki’s book and they make idle chatter over it, Niki sitting across from him in the chair. They slide the notepad between each other on the table, both patiently waiting for the other to read or write before responding. Dream apologizes for the outburst. He said that he was feeling overwhelmed and hasn’t had to deal with something like that in a long time. The apology was accepted. Niki even manages to get a small laugh out of Dream, one that tugs gently on his throat and makes his chest stutter. It’s nice to see Dream’s smile, the way it cracks his face as he chuckles to himself. Somehow, it’s the most pride she’s felt in a while.

When Niki gets up to make herself some food, Dream takes her up on the offer to eat together. The list Techno left with what Dream could eat suddenly became very useful when preparing dinner. He doesn’t eat much and apologizes about it, for the hassle he must be causing, but it was what Niki was expecting anyway. Dream goes to sleep soon after that, pausing at his door and sending a quick, earnest thank you to Niki. She smiles.

“You’re welcome, Dream.”

Techno wasn’t mad, and neither was Phil. They seemed more focused on the fact that Dream actually ate a decently sized meal for the first time that week than anything else. Dream, who was hovering in the back, made sure to send Niki off with a little wave.

If she feels a little protective over him during the next Syndicate meeting, that was only her business. If she spoke in a hushed tone and kept an eye on him so he wouldn’t get into trouble, it was just general caution mixed with a bit of care. When she brought the loaves of bread with her on a visit, they were for Techno, Phil, and Dream, but she couldn’t deny the tiny bit of excitement that bloomed in her chest when Phil suggested Dream learn how to bake to help with tremors and outbursts.

If she let Dream into her stash or secret recipes for pies and bread, it stayed between them. Dream promised to keep them secret, and Niki didn’t doubt him. He smiled at her one day, growing nicely into the freckles that had started to speckle his skin, while his third batch of experimental dough was baking. Niki couldn’t help but smile back.

[nights-legacy]

Running Thin-Aizawa

Main Masterlist MHA Masterlist

+ You are a teacher and trainer at UA. The students like to run you ramped. Growing frustrated and irritated, you start to overwork yourself with trying to figure out how to get through to the students. The other teachers start to notice. Especially a certain nap loving teacher, the only one that isn’t afraid to take you on head to head. He steps in and takes care of you.

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Working at UA is a feat in itself. Right now, I deal with mostly Class 1 and all of it’s different levels. But the most difficult class I deal with is of course, Class 1-A. I specialize in hand to hand combat training even though I have a powerful witch quirk. A lot of Class 1-A did not see the need for combat training due to their quirks being magnificent and it drives me nuts. Enough that I have to hide away so I don’t explode in equivalent to ONE of my students.

I learned early on that you can’t always solely rely on your quirk and need to know how to fight hand to hand as well. It also most of the time helped advance your quirk as well. Unfortunately, a lot of my students didn’t understand that. Midoriya, Todoroki, Jiro, and Momo are a few that actually understood. It drives me nuts.

“Arg!” I groaned out loud as I sitting sideways in my chair, legs propped up and over the arm. I ran a hand down my face and neck.

“Well that was loud.” Present Mic laughed at me from the door of my classroom. I glared at him from the side. “Woah. Okay, I don’t want to die today.” He backed up out of the room with his hands in the air in surrender. I let my head fall back and my eyes close.

“Why, why, why…” I groaned and rubbed my temples. I was glad my classroom was empty because I probably theoretically snap some necks. I turned and set my feet down on the ground. I jumped when a voice came out of nowhere.

“What’s wrong with you?” I looked over to the side and saw Shota leaning against the doorframe. He was looking at you expectantly. I rolled my eyes before looking down at my desk. “Yamada said you nearly bit his head off with a glare just a minute ago. What’s up?”

“Oh you know, YOUR homeroom class.” I leant back in my chair. He chuckled and I could see him shake his head in my peripherals. I brushed hair out of my face.

“I think they all have a secret quirk of driving anyone and everyone absolutely insane.” He said with a smirk.

“Did Shota Aizawa just crack a joke? Or should I say Dadzawa.” His smirk dropped and turned into small glare.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. They still don’t understand that this will help them in the long run?” He walked inside.

“Yes, well…a few of them do. Midoriya, Todoroki, Momo, and Jiro do but the rest can’t seem to grasp it.” I admitted. “I feel like Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero are on the verge of realizing but the others won’t take it seriously. You would think they would realize it’s important especially after the USJ and seeing you fight.”

“Maybe mentioning it to All Might would make a difference. They all seem to listen to him intently.” He offered. I nodded. “I will mention it as well.”

“Thank you.” I said bowing my head. I stretched out my back. I waved my hand a few folders from the side counter flouted to me in a teal mist. I grabbed them out of the air. I opened one but it was snatched out of my hand. I sat still in shock for a second before looking at Shota.

“I think you need a break.” He grumbled. He held the folders away from me.

“I am fi…” A few students passed by my open door and I tensed with a clenched fist. A hand gently gripped my bicep, lifting me from the chair. “Shota! I am fine, I don’t need a break.”

“Yes you do. I know you are at a tipping point at snapping anybody’s neck that comes through that door. I don’t think that would be very good.” He said while leading me out the door. “I also know that you have been staying late with your work. You’re running yourself thin.”

“Says you.” I teased with a smirk. He let go of me and gave me a side glance. We made way into the teacher’s lounge and I plopped down on one of the couches. I leant my head back and closed my eyes. I smelt and heard the sound of the making of tea.

“Ah, taking a break I see.” I opened one eye to see All Might enter the lounge. “I was getting worried about you working yourself too hard, L/N.” I chuckled.

“Has everyone been keeping an eye on me?” I asked. I shook my head and closed my eyes again. “That’s a little concerning on my part. I didn’t think I was doing that much.”

“Hello.” A knock came from the door. We all looked at door. Shota went and answered it.

“Hello Ms. Uraraka. Can I help you?” He said.

“I was wondering if L/N-sensei is here. They are not in their room and not on the training grounds. I have a few questions about both class and training.”

“I am afraid L/N went home early today.” He told the girl. I saw All Might’s eyes look at me for a second. “They were feeling a bit under the weather and went home to rest. Are they answers you need now or can they wait because they will be back tomorrow to answer your questions.”

“Oh no! I hope she’s alright. They can wait for tomorrow Aizawa-sensei. Thank you for telling me and I am sorry for bothering you.” I could tell she bowed before hearing her walk away.

“Lying to your students?” I asked him.

“I did not lie. After you drink this tea you are going home.” He said, pouring the tea. I chuckled. “Would you like to join us, All Might?”

“No thank you. I must meet with…”

“Young Midoriya?” I interrupted. He stilled and I laughed. He smiled and nodded. “If I could ask, could you mention the importance of hand to hand combat in your teaching? Most of Class 1-A does not take my training seriously.”

“Oh of course. I didn’t realize they were not taking some of their training serious. Hmm.” He looked off in a thinking expression, finger curled around his chin. “I will be sure to mention it. Hand to hand is crucial in hero work. You can’t always rely on your quirk for every fight. Thank you for letting me know. Are all of the students like this?” I told him the specifics before he left.

“See, all you have to do is ask.”

“Says the man that normally keeps to himself.” I said, taking the tea he offered. I took a sip before holding it in my lap. “I always have this trouble with students and thinking the answer to everything is their quirk. But not to this degree.”

“I understand. This particular class is something else.” He agreed, sitting next to me. “They are all going to be great one day. I have never seen a class with so much promise.”

“And so much experience. I hate that they have gone through so much already but every one of them have come out stronger and more ready to be heroes than before.” I said while zoning out. I absentmindedly drank my tea. I could feel the tiredness of the day and adrenaline waning kicking in.

“L/N?” I shook out of my trance and looked at Shota. He was looking at me with concern. “Are you alright?”

“The day’s just catching up I guess.” I said slowly. He hummed before setting down his half empty cup. He then removed his capture weapon and his eraser goggles. He reached out for my cup. I gave it to him and he set it next to his before he settles himself in the corner of the couch, legs laid out across the couch.

“Come here.” He said softly. I cocked my head to the side in confusion. “You’re tired. Let me help.” He said before gently pulling me towards him. I sighed, nodding in agreement. I moved and laid down on his chest, my legs laid out next to his. I nuzzled into his chest, hand resting on his stomach. I felt him rest his hand on top of mine and wrap his other around his shoulders.

“What happened to going home and since when do you act this outside of the house?” I asked.

“It can wait. Also, since my partner decides to run themselves ramped and not give themselves a break. When they do this so much that I have to step in and do something to get them to slow down.” He said. I huffed and looked up at him. He had a smirk on his face.

“I get it, I get it.” I said before I buried my head in his chest. I felt his hand move to play with my hair. It was easily putting me to sleep. I was just on the verge of falling asleep when the door opened.

“Woah. I am not used to seeing the love birds being this open.” Yamada came in, loud like normal. I groaned and curled into Shota. He groaned to before placing a hand over my ear.

“I know it’s you’re quirk and all but could you be quiet sometimes?” I chuckled at his irritated tone.

“Sorry, sorry.” Yamada said chuckling. I heard him move around the room, actually being quiet. I felt a kiss on the top of my head. I looked up at him and smiled. He gave me one back before pecking my lips.

“Just go to sleep, kitten.” He said. I sighed and nestle back in. I could feel myself drifting off again. Just before I did, I felt a blanket being draped over my back. “Thank you, Yamada.”

“Welcome. Happy napping, lovebirds.” Yamada whispered. He only got a hum in response before I was out, completely.

Tags: @spicy-therapist-mom @dxnaii-rxse

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Seeing your abusive ex: Bokuto Scenario

Based on something that happened to me today and ended with me having to call my auntie to calm me down while I cried hysterically in my car. This is based in my own symptoms but is not an extensive or absolute list. This cute boi is my comfort character from Haikyuu. If anyone ever needs to talk about stuff like this, I will happily listen. You are loved. You are amazing!

Warning: possible abuse triggers, some angst, anxiety, panic attacks, PTSD type symptoms, harassment, past abuse hinted.

You were sure the car behind you was one you had seen before, as it popped up four times on your walk home you started feeling anxious. The first time has been when you left work, it was parked across the road with lights turned off as you left the building. The second and third time were when you went and left the supermarket to get dinner ingredients that you had forgotten yesterday. This time however, you were sure it was following you as you walked home. And if you were right it belonged to your abusive ex-boyfriend, one that you hadn’t seen in over two years since you threw him out after you gathered the strength to do so.

You knew not to walk too fast or too slow, you were holding a deodorant can in your pocket and had your safety alarm in your other hand with your keys. Your main issue was getting home safe. If you went home, he would follow you and know where you live. If you went to a friend’s house, she could be in danger and you didn’t want anyone to experience what you had. At the same time, it was getting a little dark and being out after sunset was just as bad. You could feel the memories of the abuse flash through your mind like a film reel, the familiar feeling of terror as you re-lived what happened. Your breath was catching in your throat as you walked, not from exertion but from sheer panic. You tried the breathing techniques your therapist had given you, tried thinking about you lovely boyfriend and the happy memories you had made together, but nothing stopped the darkness clouding your brain.

On impulse, you dialled Koutaro’s number, knowing he was at practice there was a small chance he would pick up and if he didn’t, your best friend was next. Glancing behind you again, you stayed on busy main roads as you walked, willed and prayed to God that he picked up his phone. Weaving through people hoping that he would lose sight of you and give up, at least long enough for you to get home safely.

“Hey gorgeous, I was just going to message you. I-“

“Kou... Kou... I...l...”

Your voice broke off in sobs as you spoke, the world around you seeming too small and the noises too loud as you walked. You had a small idea where you were, relying on muscle memory walking around the city but right now, all you cared about was the car that kept coming in and out your vision.

“Baby, whats’s wrong? Where are you?”

“I...”

Bokuto could hear your voice catch as you spoke, the sound hitting him right in the chest and making his heart hurt, he hated being on the other side of the city as he practiced for his upcoming match. It wasn’t often that he heard you like this, the nightmares had decreased and apart from the one time you opened up about a past relationship, you had never been this fearful.

“Baby, listen. It’s me, its Kou. Focus on my voice ok? Forget everything else. I love you. Tell me where you are.”

“I don’t know, Kou.” A pause as he heard you take a deep breath. “I’m scared.”

“I know, baby. Tell me what you see ok? You know this city way better than I do. Remember when I got lost on the way to your house? How late was I to our first date? I’m so lucky you agreed to a second one. You know this city like the back of your hand.”

You focused on the sound of his voice, the usual soothing melody as he spoke to you. The same voice that lulled you to sleep when you had a bad dream and screamed with happiness when you played games together. The one that groaned in your ear when he was too tired to moved or whispered how good it felt being inside you. Your bubbly, cute baby owl boyfriend. Remembering the instance he spoke about, he had gotten so lost that he was an hour late for your first date. You, thinking you had been stood up, had changed out your outfit and into a onesie. By the time he arrived, he had sweat through his shirt and looked like he’d walked about 50 miles. Being hesitant about the second date, he showed up with flowers an hour early and patiently waited outside while you got ready. His logic being the he could make the time up... somehow.

Telling him what you could see and reading out the name of the roads, you could hear his team in the background. Hinata being over-excited as usual, you could imagine him jumping up and down annoying everyone while Kageyama beat him up. While the other members were mumbling other background, Atsumu’s distinct accent was clear compared to everyone else. They were always so lively when you visited, jumping to talk to you or show you new moves, always thankful for the food and snacks you bought. Even if it made your boyfriend super jealous.

“Well done, baby. You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you. Listen, you’re near Akaashi’s house ok? Remember him? He’s a year younger than me? We played in high school together. You met at our school reunion a while back. He’s a comic designer now.”

Casting your mind back, you nodded to yourself when you remembered the calm guy with dark hair that your boyfriend got along with so well despite being complete opposing personalities. The number of times you had heard ‘Akaashi’ shouted at various points, you had taken to copying Bokuto that night, much to Akaashi’s chagrin and your boyfriend’s delight.

“He’s expecting you ok? He’s a good friend of mine baby, I trust him with my life. He’ll keep you safe until I get there.”

Giving you his address, you started walking towards his apartment, it was near a main road and looking around you couldn’t see the vehicle anywhere. The panic from earlier still humming through your veins as you walked towards your destination.

“Kou, but-“

“Baby, don’t start saying anything. I know you’re thinking that you’re disrupting practice or ruining my game. That it’s a headache coming all the way over there when you haven’t even told me what’s wrong.”

His tone was calm and collected, but his words rang straight through your brain triggering your panic even further and the tears that had dried now coming back full force.

“Kou. I’m sorry.”

“Woah, hey. Don’t ever apologise. Ok? I never wanna hear you apologise for stuff like this. I’m leaving now. Go to Akaashi’s house and I’ll be there in as soon as I can, ok?”

“Ok, Kou. Thank you.”

“Welcome, baby. Love you.”

Waiting around for your boyfriend was making you edgy, you couldn’t sit still. What if your ex had seen Bokuto? What if he’d seen you come here? But you hadn’t seen him, a car was easy to spot right? What if he was tracking you? You had changed your number though? Akaashi had popped in twice to check on you, once to bring you a blanket and hot tea and the second time to ask if you wanted food. The tea was swirling in your stomach, the crying had made you fell nauseous and you were sure that your stomach would revolt against any food. Hearing voices from the hallway, your body tensed expecting the worst.

He found you.

He was going to hurt you again.

Instead, familiar grey-black hair popped up from behind the door and while your heart was still in your throat, the sight of him made the thread of fear loosen a little. Dropping his bag, Bokuto walked over to you before kneeling in front of you and holding your face in his hands as he leaned his forehead against yours. Thumbs wiping away any remnants of tears, he kissed you nose, cheeks and forehead before pulling you into his arms. The feel of his arms around you, the scent of his aftershave and faint smell of sweat from his sports wear eased the tension in your body a little but could do nothing against the sobs that broke free again.

“Shh, it’s ok baby. I got you. I’ll always have you. You’re safe now.”

“Kou... I saw him. He... he was behind me.”

Bokuto knew instantly who you meant, he wished he could personally do something about him but between his career and your fear, the idea of beating your ex to a pulp didn’t seem plausible. While he wasn’t super close with Daichi, he knew Kuroo was and was going to reach out and do something about it. Holding you at arms length, he brushed away your tears and kissed your forehead again, linking your wrists together so your couple bracelets latched on to each other. They were something you had seen on TikTok, two bracelets with magnets that would link when they were close. You thought he would reject the idea at first, but Bokuto thought they were the best way to show everyone you were his girl. Plus it gave him a great excuse to your hold hand when you went everywhere.

“See, baby? Look how these magnets find each other and attract one another. Just like you and me. Nothing could keep me away from you. I’ll always find you. Okay?”

You nodded, glancing down at the bracelets and then up at your boyfriend. His amber eyes full of worry but love and the way he held you like you were something so precious.

“Plus, if he tries anything I’ll beat him up, have you seen these muscles baby?”

You snorted as Bokuto flexed his arm, muscles straining against the sleeve of his tee and couldn’t help but fall into his chest giggling as he squished you. The tears from earlier forgotten as you embraced the loving nature of your gorgeous boyfriend.

[siclysweet]

In a Past Life Ch 1

Summary: Y/N has moved to Arcadia to have independence, when she meets a very familiar boy, and it seems a ghost from her past has followed her.

a/n: I finished the Tales of Arcadia series and fell in love with Douxie. I actually got inspired by the songs Gravity by Against the Current and Check Yes Juliet by We the Kings.

Warnings: Cursing in later chapters

Reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns.

Word count: 1044

12 century, Camelot

Here you were, in the woods, weaving together a daisy chain. These were Gunmar’s woods, but you weren’t afraid. Most of the trolls here had a tendency to ignore you since you had proven to them long ago that you would do them no harm. You were putting the finishing touches on your chain as a pair of hands covered your eyes. “Guess who~” Cooed a sing-song voice. “My, is it Gunmar? Or perhaps his son, Bular?” You giggled. The hands pulled away from your face and a dramatic Douxie entered your vision. A hand over his heart and an expression of shock as he scoffed. “I am wounded. I’m much more dashing than those two!” A smile crept onto his face as he also began to laugh. He sat beside you on the forest floor, watching you work. “Very lovely, who could this be for?” “Well, I thought it could be for you.” You reply, placing the finished daisy chain on his head. You think for a moment, and then wave your hand, casting a spell on the flowers to preserve them, it makes them glow ever so slightly. “There, now it’s finished.” You smile. A light blush makes its way onto Douxie’s cheeks. “I’ll treasure it always, thank you, Y/N.” He takes your hand in his and places a kiss on your knuckles. Your smile turns sad, and you squeeze his hand. “Douxie, promise me that we’ll see each other again after the battle.” You look into his eyes, your own wet with tears. Douxie gently cups your cheek and you lean into the touch. “I promise. We’ll meet here after and you can weave me more flower chains.” He wipes a tear from your cheek. “I’ll take one of these flowers with me for good luck.” He smiles.

But you aren’t able to uphold your end of the promise. You get separated from everyone, and by the time you notice the gum-gum, it’s too late. The war is won, and Douxie excitedly runs to the clearing the two of you agreed to meet at. But he would soon find that he would be the only one to enter the clearing for the next 900 years.

Present day, Arcadia

You set down the last box and looked around with a satisfied smile. It wasn’t much, but it was your first apartment, your own space. You had come to Arcadia for college, at least, that’s what your parents wanted. You weren’t too keen on the idea of going to college, you had just finished school, why should you go again? You picked up the box labeled “toiletries” and headed to the bathroom to unpack it. Everything was going well, you had put your shower stuffs into the shower, hung up the shower curtain and put down a rug. As you turned to put the rest of your things on the counter, you felt your heart drop to your stomach. In the mirror, there was you, and there was a woman behind you. You had seen her countless times before, she was your imaginary friend when you were small, but your therapist had made her go away. You hadn’t seen her in years, why was she here now? Why did she always look so sad? “No, no no no, you aren’t real. This isn’t happening!” You looked at the floor and put your hands around your face. “I just need to get some fresh air. When I come back, she won’t be here, she’s just a figment of my imagination. She’s not real.” You repeated this like a mantra as you made your way out of the apartment, stopping once you locked the door. You quickly made your way out of the building and into town. You had seen a cafe when you first arrived, it would be the perfect place to calm down and waste some time.

You took a seat at a table and held your head in your hands, thinking about what had happened. It had always weirded you out how much the ghost looked like you. When you were little, the ghost had always seemed to try to tell you something, but no sound ever escaped her lips. She would also make little flowers appear in her hands and put them in your hair, they had a green glow to them that would melt into your hands when you held them. As you were lost in thought, you heard someone clear their throat, it startled you. You looked up and felt your breath catch. You were staring up at a very handsome guy, he had an edgy look to him, with blue tips in his hair, dark clothes, and skull shaped jewelry. “Are you ready to order, miss?” He asked in a Welsh accent. “Oh, uhm, yes. I’ll just have some tea.” You smiled at him. “Alright. Just one tea. I’ll bring that right out to you.” He smiled and walked into the building. You weren’t sure why, but something about him felt so familiar, like you had met him somewhere before. You shook your head, almost to shake the thought away. You had probably just seen him when you had passed by here earlier. You rubbed your temple, your head beginning to hurt. “Here you are.” The waiter said, setting down 2 saucers. “Oh, I didn’t order the tiramisu.” You said, looking up at him. “It’s on me, you look like you’re being troubled by something, and I find that sweet things help people to feel better.” He smiled, making you blush. “Thank you. I-I’m sorry, have we met before? It’s just, you seem so familiar.” You suddenly felt silly. This guy was a complete stranger, and here you were, making yourself feel foolish. But, he only smiled and extended a hand for a shake. “I don’t think we have. I’m Hisridoux, though most people just call me Douxie.” He said. You took his hand and gave it a gentle shake. “I’m Y/N, I just moved here today.” “Y/N, that’s a lovely name. I’m happy to make your acquaintance. Perhaps after my shift I could show you around, give you a tour of our lovely little town.” “I’d like that, Douxie.” You smiled.

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