#not tagging the blood as of yet since it's kinda hard to tell immediately

[jsabaddict]

Comes in here and ruins your mood

CO being gross. Smh. Kill him

The liquid is meant to be blood but I didn't wanna use any other unnatural colors and red kinda blanked on me so, you get this.

Okay bye bye

[uyai1101-lads]

Sylus discovers…Daddy Kink secret. 🔞

MDNI/18+ content ahead

(Sylus x OC MC) + nsfw-ish “tame” art

Tags: Daddy kink, spying, masturbation, named female MC, kinda yandere.

Writer note: It’s been a while since I’ve written. So please bear with my rusty writing skills. Hopefully I’ll improve in the future.

When Mephisto flew into his office and settled on its perch. Sylus didn’t imagine the video the mechanical crow would project out of its eyes to the office wall would be that of his Kitten undressing with a vibrator in her hand before she crawled into bed. Luke and Kieran had stopped mid sentence in delivering their reports to stare at the projection on the office wall in shock. Though who could really tell with their faces covered in their masks.

Sylus slowly turned from the wall to narrow his eyes at his lackeys standing stock still captivated by the video still rolling.

“Enjoying the view?” Sylus’s deceptively calm voice shot through their ears. Luke and Kieran suddenly stiffened in terror as they realized the grave danger they were actually in.

“S-sorry b-b-boss” Luke and Kieran stammered out fearfully, dropping their heads to their chest and eyes to the floor with lightning speed.

“Get. The. Fuck. OUT” Sylus growled, jaw tight and blood red eyes cold as ice. Evol shooting through the air to grab them and hurl them out of his cold dark office to the hallway, the heavy wooden door behind them slamming shut.

Mephisto cawed out what sounded like a crow version of laughter. Fluttering its mechanical wings.

“you’re next, after this video finishes” he coolly threatened the mechanical bird, before leaning back on his chair, running a large calloused hand through his white silvery hair and shrugging of his black business suit. He hadn’t had enough time to change out of his clothes from his trip before being pulled into a sudden FaceTime meeting call with one of his secret contacts in the N109 Zone.

He had been gone for about 2 weeks handling some protocore selling and trading as well as getting rid of the moles trying to infiltrate some of his secret bases and weasel out information they didn’t need to know.

Sylus had deeply missed bugging his “Kitten” and watching her cute feisty little expressions each time he teased her relentlessly, so he had Mephisto keep an eye on her and help out if she came into danger. His poor baby had been quite busy chasing wanderers, saving civilians and attending grueling Hunters Association work trainings. It seems Uyai was quite pent up and needy. After stepping out of her bathrobe, soft rich deep skin gleaming from the rich fragrant body butters she seemed to like stockpiling underneath her bathroom sink. Uyai wrapped her now coily hair up and slipped into bed, expression determined. She held the pathetic sized sex toy in her slender hands up to her face and glared at it fiercely.

Sylus let out an amused chuckle as he lazily rubbed his chin, now darkened vermillion eyes hooded as he watched his Kitten trying to satisfy herself with what was supposed to be his replacement. They hadn’t had sex yet, despite their increasingly heavy flirting, his kitten kept hesitating, held back by something. Sylus had slowly backed off, wanting to allow her to come to him when she was ready for…more.

Uyai threw an arm over her face, body shuddering as she ran a hand over her soft breasts. Was she imagining his hands cupping them, his large firm fingers tugging at the sensitive tits and rolling them between his thumb and index finger?

As if answering his mental questions, she moaned his name into the crook of her arm. Voice breathy and whimpering.

Sylus’ body immediately grew rigid as his name was whimpered out again in the video, sudden goosebumps prickling his skin. His dick impossibly hard and tenting his slacks, damn near wanting to burst out of its confines.

Fuck…

His kitten was calling for him.

She turned on the vibrating dildo, sinking it further below her comforter, which unfortunately blocked out anything else from view, Mephisto hadn’t been equipped with bionic eyes that saw through fabric.

Sighing inwardly in disappointment, Sylus could only helplessly watch as his poor little kitten, gasped out desperately, eyes screwed shut as she tried to fill herself with the pathetic silicone.

“Please D-Daddy��� she moaned out into her arm. “Please make your K-kitten cum” she whined, panting, as her hand under the covers jerked erratically.

Another shock ran through Sylus from the top of his silvery head to the bottom of his feet. He sat up straighter, tapping at his temple with a slow indulgent smile.

Oh?

Daddy?

Did he just learn his woman had a… daddy kink? While he had never expected that might be something they would introduce to their eventual bedroom time, he found himself… suddenlyVERY interested in hearing her call him that. Though he had a feeling she would be too shy and mortified to ever voice it. He would have to coax that out of her or bring it up first.

Intrigued, Sylus couldn’t help wondering what else his kitten was into and hiding behind that sweet innocent face of hers, he wouldn’t mind exploring and coaxing out whatever else she deeply desired. In fact he was looking forward to it.

With a frustrated sound, Uyai ripped her arm out of her covers and threw the slick vibrating toy out of her bed to the hardwood floor below.

A weak frustrated sob escaped her plush mouth before she let out a quiet muffled scream into her pillows. The video cut off there as Mephisto took flight away from Uyai’s apartment window unnoticed.

His poor little Kitten couldn’t achieve an orgasm without him. A satisfied cruel smirk stretched his thin lips and he let out a short mocking laugh into the cool air of his dark office, rubbing at his lips in thought.

Did she really think that pathetic plastic thing could take HIS place? Could fulfill all her dark secret fantasies? “Oh Sweetie” he murmured out still smiling coldly, vermillion eyes glowing in the dark. Guess she’d have to keep being pent up, he wouldn’t mind seeing Uyai finally submit her Everything to him and take her rightful place next to him…under him…over him…on him.

Video over and his threat kept of tossing the bird out of his office as well, Sylus stood naked under the warm shower spray, rock hard dick in hand as he stroked himself to the mental image of Uyai. Naked, needy and begging him to take her properly, he imagined her splayed out on his silk sheets, lithe body trembling as his Evol pinned her legs and hands to the bed. Face buried in her warm wet pussy.

Thick long fingers knuckles deep in her wet tight channel as he stroked over her g-spot and prepped her to take his thick cock. Tongue and lips working her sensitive clit and stealing orgasms out of her, he knew his poor kitten would have to suffer a little before she could take his size. Uyai would no doubt whimper and squirm under him with a brave face on, she was stubborn and feisty like that.

Sylus’ flushed dick throbbed and kicked in his large tight fist at the thought of talking her through taking his considerable length and girth, slowly sinking deep into that tight little pussy and filling her thoroughly. Showing her that nothing could replace him. “It’s ok sweetie, Daddy will make you feel good very soon. You’re taking it very well kitten. I’ll make sure to reward you later”

Fuck…

He wanted her creaming on his dick, cute sweet face dazed and drunk off of him, Sylus wanted her begging him to let her cum or begging to stop cumming. He also wanted to hear her whimpering “Daddy” again, this time underneath him as he fully claimed her, pumping his thick cum deep into her womb and watching her face go slack with pleasure as he fucked her brainless.

The imagery sent him rutting harder into his tight milking fist, silvery head thrown back and deep blood red eyes closed shut, a deep growling moan ripped out of him as his dick shot thick creamy ropes of cum down the shower floor and into the drain.

What a waste of cum that belonged on and in his sweet little kitten.

Hmmm… it wouldn’t be long now.

Don’t worry Kitten. Daddy knows just how to make you less pent up.

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[strawberrykidneystone]

butterflies

summary: sole survivor and colonist shepard longs to have a relationship with garrus, but everyone she’s ever cared about has died or left. he wouldn't leave her, would he?

a/n: me3 after shepard and garrus reunite on palavan. i know that commander shepard doesn't cry, but this one does!! (in private at least)

tags: angst to fluff, negative thoughts, shepard kinda has abandonment issues, reassurance, ooc garrus bc he says i love you

ao3 version

there was a tentative knock on shepard’s door and she knew who would be there all too well, the person she wanted to see more than anything, yet the turian she dreaded to talk to the most. she knew what talk was coming and she was scared, more scared than she ever had been in a battlefield surrounded by geth with a nearly empty thermal clip. at least she had some control in the battlefield, but when it came to emotionally letting someone in, she was at a complete loss, feeling around in the dark with no light to guide her. until he came into her life, showing her something she hasn’t felt like a long time.

safety.

if she was being honest, she had never really had a real relationship before. sure, she had a few relationships, but they had all ended a few months in. she's never felt like this before, she used to think that people were exaggerating when they said that they got butterflies in their stomach, but she had no other explanation for the light bubbly feeling that would fill her chest whenever he was close to her.

spirits, she couldn’t watch him die. not like everyone else.

she could barely stand it when he took a rocket to the face. she couldn't stop thinking about the feeling of his hot blue blood on her hands as she cradled him in her arms, she refused to let him go even in the shuttle. she was completely stone faced after her initial cry out of his name, she steeled herself to be strong for her crew, but she wanted nothing more than to sob and yell at him for not watching his own 6 since he was always watching hers. when the got back to the normandy, chakwas had to kick her out multiple times while he was in surgery, insisting that her pacing and hovering was more of a hindrance than it was hepful. even though she knew that cerberus had brought her back from the dead, she was overcome with the worry that he wouldn't still be alive at the end of it. until he walked into the meeting room with a bandage on his face and the attitude "can't kill me that easily" that she's come to love about him, she had a tightness in her chest that had released as soon as she saw him upright. even though she was a little pissed that chakwas didn't immediately tell her when garrus was conscious again, it quickly dissipated with the relief of him being alive after everything.

shepard was unconsciously white-knuckling her fists so hard that her nails left red indents in her palms that almost drew blood. she couldn't let him wait outside her door forever.

maybe it was time to actually let someone in for once.

and who better to do it with than the person she trusted most in the galaxy?

"come in," she said softly, cursing herself under her breath as she heard her voice waver ever so slightly.

the door slid open and revealed garrus in the doorway, one of his hands sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. seeing him nervous was oddly comforting to her, maybe he was just as unsure as she was.

he cleared his throat and tensely straightened his back, “shepard, can we talk?”

she gulped and steadied herself the best she could, “of course," she choked out. she nodded to him and patted the space next to her on the bed, wanting to make this as casual as possible. get a grip girl! this wasn't just anyone, this was garrus, the person who had her six from the very beginning. the one who she looks to for support and advice, the one that she's truly fallen in love with. but she couldn't stop the tiny bit of doubt that was telling her that he would leave her just like everyone else.

he wouldn't.

....would he?

garrus could sense her weariness from a mile away as he approached her, tentatively sitting down in the spot next to her. she fidgeted with her hands and kept her gaze down, picking at her cuticles. garrus followed her gaze and carefully reached over, cupping her hands in his. she looked up into his beautiful blue eyes, searching for any indication as to what he might say next. he gazed back into her eyes with nothing but love and admiration filling them.

there's the butterflies.

garrus took a deep breath and brought their clasped hands up to his chest. “shepard, when i heard that earth fell to the reapers, i feared the worst. i thought i would never see you again and i would have to live with the regrets of what i wish i had done when we were together.”

shepard held her breath and could feel herself tearing up. oh god, she wanted to run, or maybe throw up? she couldn’t tell but every instinct in her was telling her to flee, but for once, she didn’t listen.

she wanted him by her side. no matter what the cost.

she had never felt like this before, never felt so strongly about anyone in her life.

and all she wanted was to run.

who does that?

but not this time.

this time, she would stay.

“shepard, i love you and i can’t spend another second of my life without you being by my side. i only ask that you’ll have me in return, if you feel the same way of course,” he said the last part so softly she would’ve missed it if she wasn’t so close to him. a tiny smile crept its way onto her face as she stared at their clasped hands, feeling the warms of this taloned fingers warming hers.

shepard took a deep breath and could feel her hands clam up. she was still shaking like an aspen tree in the wind. she looked up into his cerulian eyes, preparing herself to let him in more than anyone else in her life.

"garrus, i feel the same way, when i heard that palaven fell, all i could think about was how much i needed you to be okay. but i'm scared-" a forced chuckle leaving her lips,"-i'm honestly terrified. everyone who I've ever loved has died or left and i couldn't stand to see you-" her voice cracked as she rambled and tears betrayed her by falling from her eyes before she could even process their descent down her cheeks. garrus scooped her up in his arms and she pressed her face into his chest, clinging onto him like a small child holding onto a parent for comfort. he soothingly stroked her hair and held her as close to him as possible.

he pressed his lip plates against the crown of her head and rubbed her back, "i know you're scared shep, hell even i'm scared, and nothing scares turians," he said with a twinge of sarcasm in his tone as he poked fun at his own species.

she cracked a smile and sniffled, her breathing steadying out as she relaxed in his close embrace. she hated the doubt in the back of her head that was screaming that he would leave just like everyone else, but being this close to him and feeling the love in the way he held her close lowered the voice into a small whisper that she could barely hear anymore, until it fell completely silent.

and yet the words spilled out of her like bile, barely audible that he would’ve missed if he wasn’t so close, “please don’t leave me.”

garrus swiped his thumb softly against her cheek, hooking his talon under her chin and tilting it up to have her look up at him.

"shepard, i promise with all that i am that i won’t leave you. i don't know what the future holds for us, but the one thing i know is that i want to do it with you."

she nodded and felt her heart flutter at his supportive words, leaning her forehead back onto his chest to stay in his arms, even for just a little bit longer. the two of them stayed there for who knows how long, and frankly, neither of them cared.

her eyes burned when she finally pulled away and genuinely smiled at him with red puffy eyes. garrus combed his fingers through her hair and looked down at her with nothing but love in her eyes, “you should know by now shepard, i’m hard to kill, and even harder to push away."

shepard scoffed and playfully hit his chest, "i know, i know."

the two sat in a comfortable silence, gratified by a moment of stillness in the chaos of the last 3 years have been for them. she had him and he had her, as long as that was true, they would be okay.

a/n: notice how i used spirits instead of god to show shepard picking up garrus’ vernacular😋 very mindful, very demure

[yunarim]

🥀 DAUGHTER OF EVIL | RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

The flower of evil sweetly blooms with maddening color // Although it's a very lovely flower // Indeed, there are too many thorns to touch it

ʚ🌹ɞ — ever since little you’ve been a servant of evil famous for an unswerving loyalty and devotion to the queendom’s only ruler, a crimson tyrant named riddle rosehearts. his every complaint, his mere whimsies — you’ve made those all come true, had he only snap his fingers. and now, witnessing the end of both of you — you wonder, what kind of future awaits you two?

✎ tags : gn reader, saga of evil inspired, reader as len (aka servant of evil but not riddle's twin, reader and riddle are not siblings in any ways), can be read as platonic, angst throughout the fic, mentions of death, happy ending

▸notes : lmao i actually re-entered my vocaloid obsession phase and decided to give it go. i kinda have all the dorm leaders assigned to the 7 deadly sins series, would you be willing to read everyone else's parts? ㅋㅋㅋ ✦ W.C. : 2.8K

“So, shall we start?”

Riddle crosses his legs, a high heel pointing at the lowly being in front of his eyes begging for something ever so utterly insignificant it’s boring. Ah, no, there’s another emotion making his blood boil in his vessels — annoyance.

“Your majesty,” a plowman swallows under Riddle’s sharp gaze and folds his hands in a prayer gesture, falling to his knees. “I h-have no right to beg, b-but the field can no longer be plowed, it has exhausted all its resources. A-and it hasn't rained in the kingdom for a long time…”

“Ha,” Riddle lets out a provocative laughter. “So? You know you can’t beg me, but came here just for that purpose?”

“P-please, if only you could cast a rain!.. I will repay you twice, no, thrice as hard!! P-please, your majesty, I!—”

“To think that you expect me to excuse you for ruining the field!” He laughs, the hoarseness in his voice rises with a playful tone gliding around him. “Ha!! You insolent brat. You’re forgetting I sorely despise such ignorant fools like you. Off with your head!”

You know what follows this line. You see a collar of an unbelievable beauty, yet also of an eeriness no one would ever want to experience. The collar clasps around the man's neck thin from starving, and wants to dart your glance somewhere else but him, knowing exactly well that you can’t. 

“N-no…” a plowman cries. “I’m begging you, your majesty!! Please, anything but my magic!—”

“Take him away,” Riddle sighs, unamused. “I can’t stand these wails anymore.”

“As you wish, your majesty Rosehearts.”

Riddle follows your figure with a concentrated gaze fixed on your movements, and frowns at your actions. You tell the guards to get rid of the man that instant, no emotions flowing in the gleam of your eyes, and he wonders… How could you fit him so well?

There’s an absolute silence when you return and stand beside him at his right, a strong aroma of roses lingering around. It’s deceptively alluring, yet you feel like your skin could crumble just by standing here a second longer, though you also admit there’s no choice other than bowing your head so low it’s painful. 

“Yuu,” you don’t dare to shift your eyes to him, nor to move an inch. 

“Yes, your majesty Rosehearts?”

“How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?”

 “You’re my sublimity, my only light and meaning of my lowly existence,” you answer unswervingly. 

“Haaa,” Riddle sighs, pressing a hand to his forehead. “Want to be beheaded so much?”

“I am very sorry, your majesty.”

“You don’t look sorry at all.”

You finally move, ready to fall on your knees, but he rises from his throne and waves a hand, stopping you from doing anything absolutely ridiculous. Ah seriously, did he hurry when thinking you fit him so much? 

Can’t you see he’s being different to you?

“Yuu,” his voice is suddenly low and dark. “Drop your act immediately, I know you’re a terrible actor.”

“In order to be an exceptionally flawless servant to you, your majesty Rosehearts, I must—”

“Enough!!”

You finally look up at him, witnessing his frown.

“It’s Riddle for you.”

You jolt when hear his heels echoing in the hall, and turn around to raise an objection, but then again who are you to have the right to do that? 

The bells ring with deafening blows of the striker against the bronze walls, and Riddle turns to you, meeting your lost glance.

“Oh, it’s tea time.”

“I’ll prepare everything.”

You bow as lowly as you can, and ask to excuse you for leaving, and go back to the kitchen as if nothing ever happened a few minutes ago.

He’s always been like that. You remember him since you were born. You, a child of a counselor close to the previous king, possessing an enormous amount of magic within, and Riddle, future kingdom’s ruler. Despite your family losing all its value and status, you were assigned to being Riddle’s servant, thanks to the devotion of your ancestors. 

Every other servant would often ask you how come you just didn’t abandon your position with the magic of your level or why wouldn’t you just kill him. 

You don’t know yourself. If it was that easy to answer, you wouldn’t be here in the first place, and yet an image of Riddle’s genuine smile with a child-like playfulness splashing in the corner of his small red lips was fathoming you with a happiness blossoming inside. 

Your heart aches whenever you remember Riddle mother’s strict yells and slaps she gave for mistakes at the age of five. You remember him sneaking out to eat a strawberry tart you bake, you also can’t forget the scars she left on you for being so lenient and exceeding your authorities—to think you dared to try helping him. 

After all that,

Was there even a way to betray that smile that shines on his face when he looks at you?

“Oh, Yuu.”

You bow to Riddle when you see him approaching you riding a horse. His intimate tender smile who no one ever managed to witness, the smile he demonstrated exceptionally to you. 

You can’t help but smile at him in return and jolt right after, remembering you have no right to do that.

“Ah,” he says, jumping off the horse with a light elegant move, and comes to you. “Why did you stop?”

“Stop?” You echo him. 

“Smiling. It suits you.”

You swallow painfully, lowering your head and hearing an annoyed sigh from him again.

“Well then,” his hands land on your waist, causing you to gasp. “I just have to make you smile again.”

“Y-your majesty Rosehearts?..”

“Josephine,” he calls his horse and smiles. “Help me out.”

Josephine lowers slightly to make it easier for you to get on, and Riddle tries unsuccessfully to put you on. 

“Your majesty Rosehearts, let me…”

You follow his silent request to get on the horse, and look at him with a confused gaze. Everything becomes more complicated when he jumps right after, making your back touch his chest, and he grabs the reins. 

“Y-your ma!—”

“Ha-ha!” His laugh is clear and genuine, he smells like roses even on a horse, and you can’t help but smile. “I always wanted to ride with you.”

“With me?..”

“Indeed. You’re different from them.”

“Yes?” 

“You…” A strong wind current makes you close your eyes and grab the reins in order to not fall, and feel Riddle pressing his whole body to yours, making sure you will hear him almost whispering in your ear. “Never speak bad about me behind my back.”

You don’t know how to respond, but Riddle doesn’t look like he would be happy to hear your reply in any case, so you let yourself enjoy the ride for a minute, and then turn to him, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of his pinkish cheeks. 

“I have something to report—”

“Yuu!”

You hear two familiar voices, and ask Riddle to dismount. He helps you to get off the horse, and those who called you by your name run to you, welcoming in a warm embraces.

“Ace, Deuce,” you greet them calmly, despite your heart beating much faster. “I apologize for meeting you in such an unpleasant state of mine.”

“Nonsense,” Ace laughs off. “You’re just as silly as ever!”

“He’s right,” Deuce joins him and pokes your cheek. “We missed you!”

“I…” You turn to Riddle.

He’s not frowning, he’s not annoyed, he’s… You know that emotion. Disdain.

“Good afternoon, your majesty,” Deuce welcomes him, bowing, and Ace follows him not so eagerly. 

“Ignorant as you ever were.”

“Your majesty Rosehearts, I wanted to report that Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade came in order to negotiate regarding the distribution of magical resources.”

“That is right, your majesty,” Deuce says. “And we have to proclaim the most important decision we had to make.”

You feel Ace grabbing you by the shoulder and look at him as if he lost all of his mind. And maybe he really did.

“We need to take Yuu with us as the only person left in the whole Queendom of Roses with such an enormous magical energy in order to provide them a promising future.”

You met Ace and Deuce while going shopping in the Clock Town, running out of magical artifacts, and instantly felt an unknown warm feeling growing in your chest. Red roses of happiness blossomed within, when you recognized that you can actually feel the emotion of being loved by your friends. You genuinely enjoyed the times you happened to meet them in the town. 

And even though you knew they, like all of people in the Queendom of Roses, couldn’t stand Riddle Rosehearts’s tyranny and frivolous restriction of other people's magical abilities, you were predestined to have an exceptional enormous magic flowing within you, which Ace and Deuce were interested in. And unlike others, their unrotten desire was to make you happy, to let you study magic just as freely as you wished. 

You once said you can’t betray your master, and the following question ‘Why is that?’ was absurdly reasonable, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to answer. 

There was no such reason. Nothing except for Riddle’s warm smile, his lenient approach to you and the way his cheeks grew red when he was trying to impress you with gifts. You couldn’t dare to imagine deceiving his rapid heartbeat whenever you two studied magic together.

But Ace and Deuce were adamant to the point they wanted you to be free even and tyrant to be dethroned miserably. Despite knowing the state Queendom of Roses was in, how people starved and died after their magic being restricted which led to rain no longer falling and soils drying out forever, you still were… selfish.  

And maybe your friends were too when deciding they could just rip you off Riddle’s strong chains.

“Make sure the Clock Town is badly stirred.”

You fell on your knees, your mind filled with void, and the only thing you could think about was to execute an order Riddle gave. 

Your hands were shaking, you couldn’t hold the magic pen properly, and the flames of red flew everywhere around the Clock Town. 

Heart-rending screams filled the entire space. You did not notice how the cinders and burnt dust filled your lungs; hysterical crying and crackling sparks of fire rang in your ears, but you mindlessly walked forward, squeezing the magic pen in your fingers.

“Yuu…” Deuce heard you, turning around.

He threw his head up, and a new stream of unrestrained tears gushed from his clear teal eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Remember me and Ace love you.”

He chuckled before you casted a magic spell devouring him.

“Goodbye, my dear best friend.”

You closed your eyes, dropping the pen and letting out an uncontrollable wail.

The servants ran away as time was short. You watched Ace leading the opposition, magic traces so obvious it could be seen in the air with the flows of bright crimson, ashes surrounding every inch of the castle, and you drew the curtain. 

“Your majesty Rosehearts, you should run!”

“To hell with running away! I’m not a coward! I want to protect you!!”

“Y-you majesty Rosehearts,” your voice trembled at how genuine Riddle sounded, and you bit your lip, kneeling before him.

“Before long, the angry townspeople will probably overthrow us. Even if we so rightly deserve this. Despite this, I will still defy them.”

“Don’t you dare!! It’s an order, Yuu!”

You turned to him, his eyes glowing with unconcealed sadness and rage at once, tears sliding down his cheeks. 

“Off with your head!”

You reflect the spell he tried casting on you, gifting him with an apologetic smile, and Riddle sees how much blot you accumulated.

“Yuu… no… you can’t…”

“Riddle.”

He rose up his head and felt air hitching in his throat, not allowing him to say anything to you. 

“I’ll cover as you, and you use all the magic remaining to cover as me. You need to escape immediately, this would be my one and only wish. You remember I never asked for anything? Now it’s time for you to finally grant me your safety.”

Wave of magic enveloped you, and the second after Riddle was staring at the copy of himself, an ink embracing your limbs, and he felt pathetic for leaving you in that state. 

“You… you ignorant… brat… How could.. you!” Sobs prevented him from speaking clearly, squeezing his throat with burning rods, but he could not go across your last request, waving a magic pen, and taking on your appearance. “If it’s to protect you, I will even become evil.”

Even if the entire world becomes his enemy, I will protect you, so just be there smiling and laughing. 

You feel like burning, ashes and magic currents no longer feel familiar, it’s a deadly fire to your skin, and you see Ace screaming when flames envelop your body, and you physically feel how phantom rips off your body, the threads of your connection dying out. You use your last remaining powers to let the cover be saved to the very end, even when Ace’s hateful odious gaze filled with poison towards Riddle fixes on you.

It’s painful. It’s painful to the point you want to let your cover wear off, to beg Ace to save you from this burning hell, and the glimpse of familiar crimson hair locks somewhere behind the wall of dust chains you up to the conscious state for a moment. 

Ah… right. The very reason you feel like disappearing is him. 

You smile at him, seeing his teary eyes, and want to run closer, to ride Josephine together one more time, to sneak out and eat a strawberry tart, to practice magic together, to—

To envelop him in your warm embrace and to never let him go. If I could be reborn, at that time, I’d like to play with you again.

You press a hand to your forehead, wondering how in the world did you end up transmigrating to the other dimension. It was pretty much fine minding your business on Earth, why would you suddenly transfer here? And what is here actually?

You hear people whispering something about you—magicless human, blah-blah-blah or whatsoever—is magic really a thing here? You suddenly feel a viscous feeling tiring you out when you think about using magic. How peculiar, given you don’t even know what it would be like.

“To think you presume you would run away from me.”

You blink absentmindedly when you hear the voice so oddly familiar and strangely endearing, despite the situation not being conducive. 

“Off with your head!”

The tone, the hoarseness in this voice makes you jolt and swallow, you don’t realize you’re shivering. 

“You okay?” Someone asks you but you don’t hear anything despite the voice.

You follow its source with your concentrated gaze and finally find the boy with bright red hair and gray eyes, an annoying gaze of which is aimed at the creature who introduced himself as Grim, who caused the commotion.

“As wonderful as ever. Any and all magic gets sealed by your Unique Magic, Riddle-san.”

Riddle…

How come you know his name despite never having met him before?

“Hmph,” the boy shrugs it off. “Of course I— Huh?”

You feel his gaze landing on you, and he drops his magic pen, looking straight at you. Indescribable feeling fills you up instantly, and you suddenly just know your skin feels like it's burning, and somehow there’s a rose aroma lingering in the air.

“Yuu?..”

“Huh? You know them?” The other boy asks when Riddle parts his lips.

“I am not… sure?”

“You’re,” you approach him, subconsciously feeling a strange urge to embrace him. “Riddle Rosehearts.”

“You’re correct, indeed, but how in the world… Ahem.”

He coughs and stretches out a hand to you to shake it.

“Nice to meet you. Please call me… Riddle.”

“What?! Did dorm leader Rosehearts just say to call him only by his name… this magicless human?!”

You don’t know what you are getting down on your knees and taking his hand, pressing an ephemeral kiss on its back. 

“W-wha?!—”

“Oh!” You raise up instantly, realizing what you just did. “I’m sorry, it was an… instinct?..”

“Is that so…” 

Somehow… you don’t understand what is that exceptionally majestic about him, but you smile and see how his cheeks grow red.

“Riddle,” you say his name out loud quite awkwardly, as if trying to roll it on your tongue and taste how it sounds, and he blushes. “I know it’s sudden, but would it be okay to eat a strawberry tart together after this all will be solved?”

“I… don’t mind.”

If I were to be reborn... it'll be nice if we'll meet again.

© yunarim 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

[amhrosina]

The Punisher vs. The Cat (Frank Castle x Reader)

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM

A/N: Coming out of my cave where I'm in the middle of some intense planning for a Frank fic to post this! Requested by a nonnie - they used she/her pronouns in their request, so I made the reader female, but it's only mentioned one time in the entire fic, and it's a sentence in passing, so it could be almost gender neutral if you squint! I hope you enjoy!

My requests are open, but please be patient! I'm currently working my way through them while also planning/writing the opening chapters to the fic I mentioned in my author's note.

Request: Hello! Can you do a Frank x reader where she has a cat who’s kinda jealous of Frank? but warms up to him eventually

Summary: Your cat, Mister, has beef with Frank because he feels like he doesn't get enough attention from you anymore.

(Warnings: illusions to smut (but no actual smut), your cat being an asshole, mentions of blood, frank being a soft!boy for reader)

You watched the clock as its hand passed over the two, gnawing at your bottom lip. You’d been sitting in your kitchen for over an hour, silently and patiently waiting for Frank to come home. You knew Frank was likely the most dangerous person out on the streets tonight, but that didn’t keep you from worrying about him. 

Your cat, Mister, purred in your lap, begging for your attention. Your hand had been running along his soft belly absentmindedly since you sat down, but Mister was an attention-whore, sort of like his mother, so you figured he had deemed your attempt at affection as “not enough”. 

A clang of metal from the fire escape had you lifting Mister up and setting him on the floor. Frank always made some kind of noise to let you know he was coming in. He wasn’t going to make the mistake of surprising you again. The first time he’d ever come in through an entrance that wasn’t the door, you had jumped at least three feet in the air and shattered the glass of wine you’d been drinking. 

Frank’s large form squeezed through the window and your heart thumped a little faster than usual. Every time you saw him, it took you a second to remember that Frank was yours. It was a fact, but one that you still had a hard time wrapping your head around. It felt impossible that Frank, stone cold and relentless Frank, could ever feel anything for you, yet here he was, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead as a hello. 

“Is that your blood, or the other guys?” You whisper, eyeing the wet spots near his collarbone on his black shirt.  

“The other guys.” He responds, tightening his hold on you. 

You rose to your tiptoes, leveraging your weight against his, and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. He responded almost immediately, pulling your body impossibly closer to his. It wasn’t always like this when he came home, but when he acted like this, you knew it had been a long night.  

His tongue scraped against yours and your knees began to buckle. An alarming howling coming from the kitchen had both you and Frank lurching away from the hold, ready to protect the other from harm. You rolled your eyes and groaned when you found the source of the howling. 

Mister was sitting on the counter, eyeing Frank with distaste in his eyes. Frank narrowed his eyes at Mister, stalking towards him like he would do towards an actual threat. Mister let out a hiss, which made you roll your eyes again. You stepped in front of Frank, reaching out to first scratch Mister’s head, then pull him into your arms. 

“Mister, tell Frank you’re sorry.” You mumble into his fur. 

Frank was doing a poor job at holding in his laugh. He couldn’t think of anything more ridiculous than you holding your cat out in front of you and telling him to apologize for hissing. Mister lets out another hiss towards Frank and jumps from your arms, scurrying into your bedroom. 

“He’s never going to accept me.” Frank pretends he’s been shot in the heart, covering the left side of his chest with both hands. 

You roll your eyes for the third time in less than a minute, and playfully shove Frank’s arm. 

“You just need to bond with him. He’s not used to another man in the house! When I adopted him, it was under the pretense that he would be raised by a single mother.” 

“Yeah, well. It’s time he grew up a little. Maybe paid a bill or two around here. The least he could do is let his mom have some fun.”  

Frank is smiling, stalking towards you again. You push yourself up on the counter, opening your legs and beckoning him towards you.  

“What kind of fun?” You ask, innocently. Frank’s eyes have grown hazy and lustful again, and you can’t help but feel a little spark of excitement in your blood at his gaze. You were in for a long night. 

// 

Later, long after Frank had taken care of you in more ways than one, Frank watched as you slept peacefully in his arms. Your bare body was pressed against his, and the sheets were barely covering your tits. If he could stay here forever, he thought, he would do it in a heartbeat.  

Unfortunately, he could hear his phone buzzing in the living room where he’d thrown it earlier in his haste to get undressed. He carefully unwrapped himself from your hold, sneaking quietly to the dark living room and slipping on his underwear before picking up his phone. He groaned. It was Madani, probably with another case for him to investigate.  

He sat on couch, hunkering down before Madani began her spiel that would inevitably take her 25 minutes to get through. A small weight on his thigh made him jump a little. Mister was sitting on the couch next to him, pressing his little paws into Frank’s bare skin.  

Frank was weary at first, not trusting Mister to not dig his nails into his thigh as soon as his guard was down. Mister, however, must’ve had a new agenda, because he began to purr, slowly climbing into Frank’s lap before laying down and making himself comfortable.  

A few hours later, a soft morning light filtered through the window, coaxing you awake. Confusion overtook your senses immediately. Frank wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye, or at the very least without leaving you a note.  

You jumped from your bed and grabbed the clothes closest to you, which ended up being a pair of large sweatpants and one of Frank’s sweatshirts. You hurried through the door, stopping short when you saw Frank sitting on the couch. He was in a sitting position, but he was asleep. Mister was stretched out on his lap, legs in the air.  

You couldn’t help the dopey smile that overtook your face. Mister jumped down from Frank’s legs, meowing as he made his way towards you. Frank grunted awake, looking around in confusion. 

“I didn’t know you two were so buddy-buddy.” You chuckled. 

“He fell asleep on my lap. I didn’t want to move and risk the truce.” Frank ran his hands over his face a few times, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

You curl into Frank’s lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. He immediately latched on to you, pulling you in for a kiss. 

“Frankie, you gentleman. Does that mean he likes you now?” You wonder, looking over your shoulder at Mister.  

Mister lets out a small hiss in response. Frank’s chest shakes with laughter, and you groan. 

“Baby steps, sweetheart. We’ll get there.” 

End note: I hope you liked it! You didn't request smut, but I didn't want to make it too fluffy, so I just did a fade to black instead. I'm soooo excited about this fic I'm planning rn, so stay tuned!

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[shuamorollss]

8 and 22 from the fluff list with heeseung???

a skater's accident!

note: hello! sorry if this took awhile T_T i was busy and got lazy here and there but hey!! it's here now 😍 it's suprisingly long, it was supposed to be a drabble only but it reached up to 1.4k ?! that's crazy. ANYWAY i hope you enjoy + likes & reblogs are greatly appreciated !!!

prompts: “I’ll take care of you.” “Are you hurt? What happened?”

warning/s: y/n getting wounded (but no blood mention), cursing, putting ethyl alcohol on a wound, y/n getting called miss, not proofread so do expect errors

tags: s2l kinda, skaterboy!heeseung x fem!reader 「 wc: 1.4k 」

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You were just having a normal day, strolling alone at the park as always. You were fond of seeing and catching people do things that would randomly catch your eye. Though this time your attention was on a group of kids who were currently having their field trip on that said park. You didn't know them but they were cute. sipping on your iced drink while you were standing still beside a lamp post watching the children walk around and have fun.

A small smile perks up your lips at the sight of them, you normally do not like children but seeing them from afar without your care sure does make you feel a little amount of joy.

Of course that relaxation will eventually come to its end and you did not expect it to happen so quickly.

Nor expected how it would happen.

" Miss, get away! " A yell at a distance pulls you back out of your trance and when you were about to look at where the sound was coming from, a man with his skateboard directly crashed into you causing you to fall hard on the ground along with the other.

You gasped by the sudden pain and sting you felt on your whole body after having your knees landing first to the ground, while the man who was on the skateboard rolled after the fall.

" Ah shit! " the male exclaimed. Immediately standing up to come his way to you. You were on the ground still in place, looking at complete nothingness. You didn't know what had just happened and was still trying to process everything.

" Miss, Miss! " The continuous calls from the man that popped up in front of you. You still wouldn't look him directly in the eye until he shook your shoulders to wake you up from your trance (which you aren't even in one).

The sudden fit of rage has taken the best of you and aggressively swayed both of his hands from touching you out of impulsive frustration. The other was startled by your sudden action, the worry on his face turned to a deeper worry yet somewhat annoyed.

You finally glanced up to the man in front of you only to see the man with worry plastered on his face.

" Look, Miss... I'm so sorry I didn't mean to. Are you hurt? " He apologized. You only looked at him with no response, distracted by how he was mildly attractive. His eyes were the main factor of his features and you found it adorable yet so distracting that you couldn't even tell what he was saying.

Though you immediately have to snap back to reality. He hit you purposely while riding his skateboard, you shouldn't give him the benefit of a doubt.

You deeply sighed and stood up, rolling your eyes to the other.

Heeseung was flabbergasted once again, he hasn't met anyone with such an attitude like yours. Though he understands why you felt that way, it was still annoying nonetheless.

" Look, I'm sorry Miss.. " He apologized as he stood up, looking at you from head to toe, eventually spotting a big wound on your knee and ankle.

" You're hurt. " He said looking at the said wounds.

" No shit sherlock. " You scoffed, shaking the dust out of your fit.

Heeseung honestly had enough of apologizing and keeping up with your strong attitude though he couldn't just stop and also get angry for that reason. He doesn't even have the right either way since he was the one who ran over you, he should pay the price and he should be the one to make things right.

" Come on, let's get that wound cleaned up. '' Heeseung lightly laid his hand on your back to guide you on where to go, ending up taking you to the nearest bench.

" Sit here and wait for me, I'll go get some alcohol and bandages. "

As Heeseung walks away until he becomes blurry in your vision. You immediately scratched your head frustratingly following with shaking the dust out of your fit.

You knew him since he was always a usual visitor in this park along with you; He skates here for fun and you watch people for fun. Though you had never interacted with him before nor any of his skater friends (well that is… until now). You didn't want to associate with anyone who were everyday visitors in that park, especially the skaters since they didn't really give the amazing first impression to other tourists/visitors; which proves your point about them because of what happened earlier.

So knowing that it's that boy who ran up to you made you grow into more dismay.

You lightly threw tantrums at the air to avoid being mistaken for being insane. Though you look like you really are.

You bend down, resting your elbows on your thighs then covering your face. Feeling the embarrassment of what you just did.

After a few moments of that silent rage, you raised your head, officially calming down and also seeing the man coming back with bandages and other first aid items.

" Here. Sorry I took so long. " He apologized softly, kneeling down in front of you.

" Is it okay if i..? you know? " his eyes darted at you, to seem like he's pouting in your view. You saw the alcohol spray in his hand and you immediately knew what he was hinting on so you nodded with assurance.

You honestly did not want to get alcohol sprayed on your wound but you didn't want to be a complete wuss about it so you just let it happen.

Heeseung glanced at you for a few times before putting the alcohol on your wound though after a few moments he quickly sprayed directly to it.

You hissed, clenching your fists by the painful sting it caused. The male immediately yet carefully patted the sprayed wound with a cotton ball, while shushing and blowing it.

" Don't worry don't worry, I'll take care of it. "

You felt his warm breath blow through your knees, you scoffed by the ticklish feeling, then opening your eyes only to see the man cutely treating your gash.

you were just there, seated while the other slowly and carefully treated your hurted knee. unawarely perking your lips up at the sight in front of you. He is cute, you aren't gonna lie, he also seems really sweet just by how quick he was trying to help you.

'Maybe I was a bit too rude earlier.' you thought to yourself as the small smile started falling down due to the guilt building up from your behavior a few moments ago.

After a while Heeseung finally stops, grabbing the skateboard beside him then sitting on it.

" Sorry again… " He apologized once more, this time his eyes did not want to meet yours.

" Don't worry, it's fine now… I guess I'm sorry too. "

" For what? "

" Oh you know what. " Heeseung's confused look darted to face you, and you immediately knew that he genuinely didn't know what the reason for your apology was.

" I'm sorry for my behavior earlier, I mean. "

" Ahh. It's fine, you know? Your reaction was understandable. "

" Nonetheless, are you fine now? " He checked on your wound once more then looked up to you, which you nodded with a smile in response.

" It wasn't that much of a wound you know. I'm totally fine now. "

You catched his lips lift up by a bit, which you mirrored next. His smile felt contagious even if it's subtle.

" Good. Do you want something to eat? " He stood up.

You shrugged, unsure about your answer.

" Don't worry, it's my treat. "

" To you know, treat that wound more faster. "

You let out a short laugh, then nodded for the last time, accepting his offer.

" Great, I'll go get us some ice cream… "

" I'll come with you. "

" No need, the stand is not that far. Just sit there. "

You clapped cheerfully as the man walked to the nearest ice cream stand, but to your surprise, before he got any further, he turned and made his way back towards you, raising your brows by the figure going closer and closer to your direction.

" I didn't catch your name by the way… I'm Heeseung. " He asked, nervously laughing while scratching the back of his neck.

" Y/n. "

You chuckled by the effort he did just to ask that. Though you didn't want to waste any more time.

" Alright, Y/n! Time to go get us some ice cream. " He headed back to the ice cream time.

As his figure becomes a blur, you suddenly feel soft for... Heeseung, That's his name. From the frustration you felt earlier to tenderness; though you were still glad he still lent a helping hand. Maybe the skaters in the park weren't so bad after all. Well, maybe just him.

Heeseung, on the other hand, may have shown a bad first impression on you. Though he was still glad he finally got the opportunity to interact with the person he forever found attractive and interesting, and even with the poor circumstance, he was still happy for it to end on a good note.

© wonamore 2022. please do not modify, edit, copy or reproduce any of the works published.

[stayatiny]

Little Dolly Chapter 6~ Yandere Seonghwa

(Gif made by me)

Pairing(s) – Killer/Yandere Seonghwa x Virgin! Reader

Series warnings – Violence, Daddy kink mentions of murder, TW- beating, swearing, blood, smut and lose of virginity (later on), yandere behaviors, Stockholm syndrome (seriously this is darker than my other fics. If this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read.)

Chapter Warning(s) –Daddy Hwa again, mentions of family troubles, mostly plot for this chapter

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I sat in the office chair again, staring at the door. I went back to working on emails and looking at marketing material. Its already past seven pm. I logged off and walked over to the door. I cracked it just enough to see how she was doing. I see that she is fast asleep in the middle of the floor. She curled into a ball, hugging her knees. I let out some relief and shut the door again. I go to the kitchen and get some food ready for myself. The kitchen was lifeless. Was my life really like this before Y/N was with me. I knew my life was dull but never anything like this.

When I wake up, my body is so much pain that I could hardly move. I whine as I try to turn on my side. I reach out for the bottle of water and sit up slowly, my mouth dryer than the desert. I chug the water until it was empty. I lay the bottle to the side when I hear the door open again. Seeing Hwa with some soup.

“Here, eat this. It’ll help. I also brought some pain killers for you.” He set the try of food down. I nod. He gave me the medicine first then watched me eat. I started to eat slowly waiting for the meds to kick in.

“Do you need help?” For the first time I looked him in the eyes.

“Please daddy,” I say with a little blush on my cheeks. I still wasn’t used to calling him that.

“Alright open up,” he said, scooting closer to me. I open my mouth as he fed me. We stayed in silence for while only hear the spoon clank. When the bowl was empty, Hwa set it down on the floor.

“I’m going to keep you in here for another day to make sure this lesson sticks. I shouldn’t have kicked and hit you as bad as I did but let that be the punishment,” he says. He stands and gets ready to leave. I grab his pants leg.

“No please don’t leave me alone. I’ll be a good girl,” I beg. Even after being in here for half a day, I didn’t like the silence or the loneliness.

“Let go of me little girl,” he growled. A few stray tears fell as I let him go. He turned his back leaving the room, shutting me in again. I wipe away my tears and then lay back down on the floor. Tomorrow can’t get here fast enough.

The next morning, I feel the chain on my ankle loosen. My eyes immediately open to see Hwa. He helps me up and into his room.

“What did we learn?” He sits me on the bed and pulls my shirt up enough to look at the bruises and marks that he left.

“Never to run away from you again.” He smiles and kisses my forehead.

“Good girl. Here lay down in bed for a little while. I’ll be in the office if you need me. Get some rest,” he says leaving the room. He leaves the door open this time. I hear him talking on the phone while I sit on the bed. I decided to get up and hobble to the bathroom. I use the toilet and brush my teeth. Hwa comes back in.

“Are you hungry? I’m thinking about ordering some food,” he asks. I nod and then walk over to him. I lay my head on his chest. I missed him being his normal self and not being angry with me.

“I told you to get some rest. Here lay down until the food gets here,” Hwa says helping me back into bed. I sit in the middle of the king size bed and snuggling a pillow. We haven’t spoken very much other than short sentences and yes and no answers.

“I know but I wanted to brush my teeth before laying down.” Hwa smiled a little and sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how hard I hit you until I saw your bruises this morning,” he apologized. I chew on my bottom lip. I didn’t actually expect him to tell me he was sorry for what happened.

“It’s alright. I shouldn’t have run away. Even if I did get away with it, I don’t know where I was going or wanted to go. My parents aren’t the greatest people to begin with and the rest of my family aren’t much better.” I hug my knees while speaking.

“Why do you look so down on your parents?” Hwa pulled the rest of his body onto the bed sitting crossed legged.

“When I was growing up, my older brother and sister were twins that could get away with everything. My brother became an actor while my sister became a nurse. There’s several years between them and me, fifteen to be exact. When I was born and up until I was thirteen, I was the baby of the family but once my siblings started getting recognized for what they did you could tell that they were the favorites of my parents. Nothing I did mattered to them. That’s when I left and moved here,” I explain.

“Sounds like a rough time,” he says, patting my leg.

“It wasn’t so bad. My older siblings kinda raised me. My parents were always so busy with their jobs that they weren’t really around much to begin with. My siblings didn’t like that I was moving here in the first place, and they wanted me to stay with them in America. They hated the attention that our parents gave them over me.”

“Why not go back when times got hard? Why not go back home with them?” I scoff.

“I didn’t want to go back home a failure when I didn’t have anything accomplished. I would have never heard the end of it,” I say leaning against the headboard.

“Well, what would they say when we get married,” he asks. Oh, right we are supposed to be getting married.

“They might actually care since you are a CEO of a big marketing company,” I say. He nods in agreement. That’s when the food gets here. He runs to the front door getting the pizza. I stare down at the comforter. I’ve never really told anybody my family history, but he made it so easy to talk about. I hear Hwa coming back in with the pizza on two plates and some drinks. I smile and made room in the bed for him to join me. He then turned on a movie. I snuggled down into the covers and ate.

“Are you comfortable?” I nod and continued eating. He smiled and ate quietly. After eating, I lay my head on Hwa’s shoulder.

“Tired?” I shook my head. I felt okay for the most part besides the pain I sometimes felt. He kissed my head and got up.

“Alright I need to work for a little bit. I want you to stay put. Don’t give me a reason to put you back in the room,” he said, grabbing my cheeks.

“Yes daddy,” I whisper. He kisses me then leaving the room. His office is right next door. I continued to watch the movie and wait for Hwa to get back. I’m bored so I started to loosely braid my hair.

“Are you bored, little dolly,” he asked, leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom.

“A little bit. Usually, I’m always working. I never really had time for hobbies or even to watch tv,” I say. Hwa shakes his head and then brings me my sketch book and a pencil.

“Here, I found this in your bag when I took you that night,” he said. I smiled.

“I thought this was lost forever.” I smile hugging the book to my chest.

“It looked important and its not like you can contact anyone with it.” I nod and open it to the landscape I was working one before I was taken. I loved drawing. I wanted to be an architect when I saved enough money.

“That’s beautiful, Y/N,” Hwa said, sitting on the bed again. I blush.

“Thank you. I never let anyone see my drawings before.” The awkward feeling setting in again. I bit my lip as Hwa watched me.

“Stop biting your lip it’ll be sore.” I blush again. I hear his phone ringing in the office. He groans and runs off to answer it. I’m shading some mountains when he returns.

“Yes mother. We’ll be there tomorrow for dinner. Yes mother. Love you too. Bye.” He hangs up the phone looking defeated.

“Is everything alright?” I put down the book and pencils.

“No. We are going to have dinner with my family tomorrow night. My father wants to meet you,” he says. I took a deep breath.

“Is that good or bad?” Hwa looked at me.

“I haven’t quite figured that out yet but all I know is no matter what he says I’m still marrying you even if we have to go to the courthouse,” he says, pulling me into a hard kiss. No turning back now…

[jaskiers-sweetkiss]

Ghosts Still Have Souls

Pairings: Luke x Reader, mentions of Willex

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none? 

Summary: For his whole life Luke Patterson had anxiously awaited the day he’d meet his soulmate, and then he died. 25 years later he and his bandmates are mysteriously resurrected and Luke’s hopes return. Could he find his soulmate in death? After all, Willie says ghosts still have souls. 

A/N: it took me all day but here is my submission for Day 2 - AU for @jatp-week JATP appreciation celebration. I’m such a sucker for soulmate aus and I haven’t written any in the JATP universe yet so this was the perfect opportunity! Send me an ask if you’d like to be tagged in any future works and as always, let me know what you think!

Masterlist

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Luke Patterson had always loved the idea of soulmates. When he was a little boy his parents would regale him with the story of how they met. They ran into each other on the quad at their university, his mom knocked to the ground and his dad dropping his books. In her flustered state Emily had combined “Hey, watch where you’re going!” with “Are you okay?” and ended up crying out “Hey, watch where you’re okay!” while his dad had cursed “Shitfuck, are you okay?” When Mitch offered his hand to help her up they noticed each others’ tattoos and the rest was history.

It was Luke’s favorite story in the whole world and he grew up daydreaming about the day he’d meet his soulmate. He couldn’t wait to see what words would appear on his skin when he or she said their first words to him. He wondered if he’d feel the tingle that some reported feeling when the mark formed on their skin, or what the handwriting of his soulmate would look like permanently inked onto this skin. No matter what he knew he’d cherish the mark, it would be from his soulmate, after all, his other half, the person he was destined to spend the rest of his life with.

Dying before he could hear the words that would change his life forever kinda threw a wrench in his plans.

The thought of his soulmate out there, having grown up without him, never to meet each other because of his untimely death had plagued him for days after Julie “resurrected” them. Then Alex had met Willie. The skater ghost had died more nearly a decade before they had and yet he and Alex were soulmates, “You dinged my board.” proudly displayed on the blond’s wrist.  

The knowledge that soulmates existed even in death had brought hope back into his life and he started spending his free time daydreaming about them again.

He’d been channeling his daydreams into songwriting one afternoon when Julie had walked into the garage with Flynn and another friend. He assumed you hadn’t been informed about the ghosts as neither Flynn nor Julie made any remarks towards the guitarist despite typically doing so. He wished that wasn’t the case as you were quite cute. You were absolutely the type of girl Luke would’ve crushed on hard back when he was alive, soulmates or not.  

“Oh, and who is this?” Luke asked, employing his teasing tone as he spoke to the newcomer as you set down your backpack though he knew only Julie could hear him.

He had expected a quiet laugh or at the very least a dramatic eye roll from the girl but when he turned to look at her she was staring at her friend’s wrist. Luke turned to look as well and his stomach immediately sank.

There inked on your wrist in his chicken-scratch handwriting were the words he had just spoken to you.

“Oh my gosh,” Julie gasped aloud, drawing everyone’s attention as she opened her mouth to announce what she had just observed.

Before he even had time to think about it, he was stopping her. “No! Julie don’t!”

She stared at him puzzled for a moment but closed her mouth anyway.

“What?” Her friend asked, looking at her perplexed.

“I just… forgot to tell my dad you guys were coming over,” Julie saved. “I’ll just text him real quick.”

You and Flynn nodded, unfazed by the excuse, and plopped down onto the available seating. Luke sighed, pulling his eyes away from you and poofing out of the garage.

He reappeared at his parent’s house. He had hoped to vent to his mom but she wasn’t home so he plopped down on his old bed. His parents hadn’t done much to the room since his death and as he laid there in silence it almost felt like it was still ’95. That pit that had started to form in his stomach continued to grow as he laid there, his thoughts swirling as his hopes thrashed around him once more.

He’d finally found his soulmate but she was- what had Alex called them?- a lifer. She couldn’t even see him. How were they supposed to meet and fall in love and build a life together when she couldn’t even see him and he couldn’t even touch her? How were they supposed to pass their story on to their future kids when she hadn’t even been able to hear the words that were now permanently etched into her skin? As he thought more about it he realized that he hadn’t received a mark of his own. His heart sank as he ran his thumb over the bare skin of his wrist. He’d stopped Julie before she could tell her he was even there so she’d never had a chance to say her first words to him.

It was worth it, he decided after a while. It was worth never hearing the words, never having the tattoo and knowing for certain that his perfect match was out there. It was worth it if he could spare you from the pain of knowing that your soulmate was there but he was dead and invisible.

___

Luke was almost grateful for the distraction of the Hollywood Ghost Club. The last few weeks had been torture, him constantly trying to avoid being in the same room with you and Julie. She had told you about them being ghosts not long after the appearance of your soulmark and had even invited you to meet the band which you had readily accepted. Luke, however, had run away before you could come that day. It killed him that you had met Alex and Reggie and not him, but he figured it would kill him more to have your first words to him appear on his wrist.

They talked about you sometimes, about how funny and adorable you were. It made his blood boil but he had to restrain himself, what right did he have to be jealous when he refused to even meet you.

Still, the rush to book the Orpheum was a welcome distraction from his internal turmoil. It was even enough to distract him from the fact that no matter what happened at the end of the night, he’d never see you again.

He’d miss you. That much was obvious. He’d miss hiding in the loft when you came over to work on homework with Julie, just out of sight so Julie wouldn’t see him but he could still watch you. He’d learned a lot about you that way, how your smile could light up a room, how gorgeous your laugh was but he could tell you hated it by the way you covered your mouth when you did it, how you fidgeted with the hair ties on your wrist whenever you were thinking (he noticed you always had at least two), and that you were almost always cold. He wished he could give you his flannels, you’d look so cute wrapped up in them and they’d certainly keep you warm.

He was thinking of you as he and the guys gathered around the piano in the studio. Julie had just left to head to the Orpheum with her dad and the mood in the garage had immediately grown somber. Their heads filled with worries of what would come next, what was on the other side? Luke’s only comfort was the thought that maybe if he crossed over you’d get a second chance at a soulmate, one who was alive. You’d never even spoken to him and yet he’d do anything for you.

It was that dedication to you that had pulled him out of the Hollywood Ghost Club and onto the Orpheum stage.

It was that dedication that kept him from running straight to Caleb to save his soul when they didn’t cross over. He’d let his soul be destroyed if it meant your happiness.

He never could’ve anticipated what had happened that night nor the repercussions.

He’d spent the next day journaling, writing down all his thoughts- and there were a lot seeing as he had expected to die yesterday, again. He was alone in the studio, Alex out celebrating with Willie and Reggie was who knows where (probably showing Ray like usual), then you walked in.

He sighed, getting ready to poof up to his hiding spot in the loft before Julie showed up when he was stopped.

“Am I dead?” You asked, staring at him in alarm.

“What do you mean?” Luke asked warily, not understanding the premise of your question.

“Well, you’re dead, and with the exception of Julie, you’re only visible to other dead people and I can see you,” you explained carefully, eyes wide.

Luke nodded at your train of thought before it hit him.

“Wait, you can see me?” He gasped, and you nodded. “You can see me! You talked to me!”

His head snapped down to stare at his wrist, sure enough, “Am I Dead?” was scrawled across his skin in the most beautiful handwriting he’d ever seen. Sure, some might say it was a little messy but to him it was perfect.

Before he could even think about his actions, he was rushing towards you and pulling you into his chest. You stiffened, shocked by the sudden action.

“What’re you-“ started to ask but you were cut off by him violently throwing himself away from you.

“I just touched you,” he gasped, once again stating the obvious. “Why can I touch you? Are you dead?”

“No! At least… I didn’t think I was but now I’m really not sure.” You shook your hands anxiously before reaching for one of your hair ties as you started pacing.

“Sorry for taking so long Y/N, I got caught up with Reggie in the house- what on earth is going on in here?” Julie paused in the doorway as she observed your pacing and Luke’s panicked look.

“Oh thank god, you can see me,” You breathe out before turning to Luke, “Julie can see me, so I must not be dead.”

“What?”

“Y/N and I thought maybe she was dead since she can see me and I could touch her,” Luke explained and you nodded.

“What?!” Julie repeated, more shocked than the last time. “You can see him? And you, you can touch her?”

“Yeah, look!” Luke exclaimed, reaching his arm out to tap your arm but it just went right through you. “Huh, why…?”

“Maybe the first time was a fluke?” You supplied before something caught your eye.

You reached out to grab his arm as it fell back to his side. This time it worked, and you pulled his limb closer to you, turning it over to examine what you had seen.

“Woah, see?” Luke said pointedly to Julie, though you weren’t listening.

“That’s- how? You’re-“ you sputtered as you stared at the mark on his wrist. “Soulmates.” You whispered finally.

“Um, I’m gonna give you guys some time,” Julie said, eyes wide as she walked backward out of the garage.

You didn’t let go of his wrist, your eyes flitting between your words and his eyes.

“That’s why I didn’t hear them,” you muttered, bringing your own wrist next to his.

It had been puzzling you for weeks, how you couldn’t remember hearing the words the day they had appeared on your wrist. It made sense now, you couldn’t hear them because Luke had said them.

“I’m sorry,” Luke said, dropping his wrist from your grasp. “I thought maybe if you didn’t know you could find happiness somewhere else. With someone who wasn’t invisible and intangible.”

Your gaze softened as you looked up at him, his face was tilted down, unable to look you in the eye. You sighed, taking a deep breath before reaching your hand up to cup the side of his face. It took a couple of tries but you were finally able to place your hand on his cheek, tilting his face to look up at you.

“Luke,” you said softly, “How could I want anyone else?”

He shook his head at your words, though his hand came up to rest over your own. “How could you know that? This is the first time we’ve ever spoken.”

“Because the universe put us together,” you answered surely, bringing your wrists together again in the space between you. “I have no idea how this is going to work but I know it’ll be worth it because these mean we’re meant for each other.”

“You are better than I could ever imagine,” Luke confessed softly, and you smiled shyly. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Well you’re stuck with me now,” you joked lightly, before pulling him to the couch. “Now c’mon soulmate, we’ve got some catching up to do.”

[solari-writes-things]

Boxing Day

requested by: @kind-wolf​

Solari says: I feel like this is a little more brief than some of the things I write, so I hope that it provides a little more of the comical vibe to make up for it.

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#11: “You didn’t tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?”

Happy Lowman x Reader

WARNINGS: Language

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It took you awhile to convince yourself to finally visit the SAMCRO clubhouse. Not for any particular reason, it’s just that the party scene just wasn’t your preference.

However, you had known Harry Winston for years. You once lived in Charming, when you were a teenager, before moving a little further South of the small town. Finally deciding to move back, you rekindled your friendships with him and Jackson Teller, which prompted an invitation for a clubhouse party. 

You almost didn’t want to accept just on the idea of a party. You weren’t too much of an extrovert, preferring to meet everyone on your own accord; however, you didn’t plan on making any trips out of your own time. This was the chance that you had to meet the other people your two friends mentioned prior, their loyal brothers in arms.

They always spoke highly of them, confident that you would get along swimmingly. You had the talent of getting along with almost anyone, though, within reason.

So here you were, sitting in a crowd that surrounded a rinky-dink boxing ring outside of the bar itself. Harry, or Opie, had been sitting to your right to watch the men brawl. There was two in the center, dancing around one another and swinging harshly. One was Tig, whom you had met on arrival to the party, and the other you hadn’t quite met yet.

Opie had been calling him Happy, which you weren’t sure was his real name. The man was anything but that, tall and tattooed all over the parts of his body that you could see. His hands were wrapped tightly in tape, stained just a slight shade of red from the beating that he had been giving Tig these last five minutes. His eyes were serious, feral even, as he shuffled around the ring.

You tapped your fingers against your beer bottle calmly, watching the two of them circle. The jerking of their arms, followed by the sounds of their skin being beat made you cringe where you sat. Something about the two of them in the ring together almost made you a little fearful.

Two opposing, wild forces clashing against each other.

Tig managed to land a couple of back-to-back punches, which seemed to have Happy in a bit of a daze in the corner of the ring. He would try to follow up with another barrage of hits, but the President of the Sons of Anarchy stood up from his ringside seat and called the match to an end.

Both men were almost coated in a matching shade of red, and you almost didn’t notice until they had been called to a stop.

Instead of them sauntering out, their expressions went from wild to smiling; the quickness of it all was enough to give you whiplash. They bring each other in for a hard hug, before both of them duck through the ropes on opposing sides.

Happy dropped down calmly in front of you and Opie, giving a nod of greeting to Opie before approaching. The longer you paid attention to him, the longer you seemed to realize that he wasn’t a bad looking man--blood and all. Your eyes scanned the different types of ink that he had strewn all over his body, intrigued in the different art styles that he had decorated himself in. God, you had hoped he didn’t notice you staring just a bit too much.

“Fuckin’ badass match, Hap,” Opie commented, taking a drink of his own beer bottle. “You look like shit.”

Happy had an almost wicked grin on his face, amused at the fact that he was in such a shape. “I’ve had worse, man. Shit will get cleaned up quick.”

You were almost startled by the sound of his voice. You didn’t know what to expect, really, but the tones that left his mouth definitely weren’t it. Honestly, it kind of added to the face-level fascination.

Opie nodded his head to you, directing Hap’s attention to you. Your eyes dart up from his tattoos, and you offer a smile that feigned your innocence. “Happy, this is [Y/N]. She just moved back to Charming, I’ve known her for years.”

“Hey,” you said simply, trying to keep your responses as brief as possible to hide the fact that your eyes were wandering just a bit before.

“Hey,” he greeted. “I’d shake your hand, but mine are kinda covered in blood.”

“Noted,” you replied quickly. “Great match, had me worried you were gonna kill each other.”

“If Clay didn’t call it, someone probably woulda gotten close,” he casually admitted. If speaking to anyone else, they’d probably take that as their first warning.

But here you were, completely ignoring that notion. “Can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

“Situational,” he retorted, before looking down at himself. There was a bit of blood clinging to the skin of his chest and his face, which prompts him to speak again. “I gotta fuckin’ wash this off. I’ll be back in a minute.”

He trudges off, pushing through the crowd of patched members trying to pat him on the back in praise.

You look back to Opie, almost in disbelief, not even paying attention to the fact that he was drinking out of his beer bottle again when you opened your mouth. “What the fuck, man? You didn’t tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I gonna do?”

It was almost comical, the reaction that Opie immediately gave to you. With your mild infatuation with Happy out in the open, he had almost choked on the beer that he was in the process of swallowing. He lurched forward, coughing into the shirt that he wore underneath the kutte. You grimaced at the coughing fit, reaching over and patting his back as if to encourage him to let it all out.

Once he was finished, he sat back up again and wiped his mouth of any remnants of his fit. He began to grin, laughing just a bit once the spasms in his chest has settled down.

“Don’t fucking laugh at me, man, I hate you,” you said jokingly, giving him a gentle shove; inevitably causing him to laugh even more.

“To answer your question, you can come with me to get a beer,” you heard an answer, causing your head to whip around once more in a start.

Your heart picked up it’s pace. Happy had come back, slightly leaned over to pick up something that was laying on one of the wooden tables you were sitting near. He had forgotten to pick up his rings, placing them on the palm of his hand calmly as he waited for you to respond.

“Oh... Shit, Happy, you sure about that?” you ask, nerves settling on your shoulders once it really sank in that he had heard your comment.

“Yeah. Why the fuck not?” he asked, standing straight once he had all of his rings in his hands. “Come on. Just gotta wait for me to finish up.”

So you stand, slowly, just in case Happy decided this was no longer a good idea. You wouldn’t be angry if he did, you kind of embarrassed yourself in front of him and Opie. However, when nothing of that notion left his mouth, you relaxed your shoulders. 

He turns, connecting eyes with you once again. With a serious expression, one that he wore since coming back, he nods towards the door that led back into the bar and begins to walk towards it.

And you follow, with an approving nod from Opie, towards the black painted door frame that contained the comradery inside. 

[fruitcoops]

Hii, i love your work! Can I request an angst fic with prompts 38, 31 and 78. Like Logan and Leo get into a big fight and Logan says something bad (like I hate u and something like that) and Leo just leaves and maybe goes to Remus and Sirius. And then they make up idk, just a happy ending.

Thanksss❤️❤️🥺

Hello! I really enjoyed writing this ask because I haven’t written a lot of relationship-related angst yet, and I’m pretty happy with it. Credit for Sweater Weather goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for arguing in relationships

Prompt 31: “He’s not answering his phone.”

Prompt 38: “Don’t talk like that.”

Prompt 78: “What did you just say?”

It started with a book.

It wasn’t a particularly special book—on the contrary, it was a beat-up copy of A Tale of Two Cities that Leo had received as a birthday present years ago. He didn’t even like the book that much, but it was a rainy day and he hadn’t slept and he wanted something familiar to daydream through.

There was a heavy, irritated sigh from the kitchen. Leo glanced up at Finn, who was folding laundry, and frowned. “Lo, you okay?” Finn asked.

“Fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.”

“It’s just—it’s fine.”

Finn set a pair of socks down and ducked into the kitchen; Leo turned back to his book, but kept both ears pricked. “What’s wrong?” Finn’s voice was soft and concerned.

“I don’t know, I’m just upset,” Logan answered. Dishes clanked in the sink and Leo winced, silently hoping none of them would be chipped. “Just finish the laundry and we can go to bed.”

Something in his tone rubbed Leo the wrong way and he stood, joining Finn in the doorway. “Hey, don’t talk to him like that.”

“Like what?” Logan set a fork down with more force than strictly necessary.

“You’re being snappy and I don’t like it. Finn doesn’t, either.”

Finn turned to look at him reproachfully. “What’s your deal?”

“Well, I was kind of looking forward to a quiet evening where we could hang out and read, but I guess that’s not going to happen.”

Logan huffed. “Maybe if you pulled your weight around here we could have a quiet evening.”

“Excuse me?”

“Finn and I have been cleaning for the last hour while you read your stupid book—”

“Leave me out of this!”

“—and I’m getting tired of cleaning up after you.”

Leo’s eyebrows rose and he huffed out a laugh, hardly believing his ears. “I’m sorry, who’s the one that leaves wet towels on the floor every fucking time he showers? Oh, but pardon me for taking an hour and a half to read after not sleeping because somebody was kicking me last night.”

“Both of you, cut it out,” Finn tried, holding his hands out to placate them. Blood thundered in Leo’s ears—he had no idea why his temper was flaring so suddenly, but he wasn’t going to back off and let Logan win. “Logan, I can finish the dishes. Leo, take a deep breath.”

“You’re taking his side now?” Leo asked incredulously. “You always take his side.”

“I’m not taking sides, I’m just trying to figure out what the hell is going on with you two!”

“What do mean, he always takes my side?” Logan crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, quiet rage twisting his face.

“That’s what you do.” The words were coming out of him in a torrent—unstoppable and furious. “You two tag-team every time we get in a fight and suddenly I’m outnumbered.”

“Wha—tag team?” Finn shook his head in disbelief. “Leo, what the fuck are you talking about? I love you, Logan loves you, and you love us.”

If Leo hadn’t been so angry, he probably would have missed Logan muttering under his breath. Instead, he rounded on him, his fists clenching and unclenching. “What did you just say?” Logan glared and kept his mouth shut. “Logan, what did you just say?”

“Nothing you’ll care about,” he said coldly.

Leo shook his head and grabbed his keys off the kitchen counter. “Fuck off, Logan. Just fuck off.”

The slamming of the door behind him was not nearly satisfying enough to quell his nausea and the pounding in his head. He got in the car and turned off the radio with a hard jab to the CD port; the opening notes of one of Logan’s favorite songs from the road trip playlist made Leo’s eyes sting as he pulled out of the garage and headed down the road.

“What did I just do?” he asked the empty car. “Jesus, Leo, you just stormed out with no plan and left two angry boyfriends behind, and now you have nowhere to go and nothing to do and nobody to go home to—”

He pulled over, parked the car, and burst into tears. Leo hadn’t cried like that since his first night in Gryffindor, so far away from home and too afraid of waking Logan up with his sobs to do more than silently weep into his pillow. Logan had definitely heard anyway, because when he woke up the next morning there was a hot cup of coffee next to the door.

“I fucked up.” The steering wheel made his forehead itch. “I fucked up so bad, oh my god.”

You need to go somewhere, the reasonable voice in his head that sounded quite a bit like his dad chided. If you go back and apologize, they’ll take you back.

I can’t. It’s too soon and I’m still upset.

Then think. Who else cares enough to let you stay?

Leo sniffled and wiped at his tears with the sleeve of his sweater. No, not his sweater—Finn’s. It took him another five minutes to pull himself together enough to turn on his blinker and head out onto the road again, following the familiar path without even needing to check his phone. The December air made the dried tears on his cheeks extra cold as he walked up the driveway with his hands stuffed in his pockets, shivering in the cold. This was nothing like home.

He heard the doorbell ring through the house and stepped back a bit to admire the holiday lights in a rainbow of colors. They sparkled, a beacon against the night that made his heart clench. The door swung open a few moments later. “Hey, Leo, what’s…going on?” Remus trailed off.

“Hey,” he sniffled. “Uh, can I come in?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Remus moved to the side so he could enter and he slipped his shoes off in silence, hoping against hope that he wouldn’t absolutely lose it right on the welcome mat. “Are you okay? Sorry, bad question. What happened?”

“We got in a fight,” Leo said miserably, keeping his eyes on the floor. “Logan and I. Finn got dragged into it and really it was my fault and I just kinda left.”

“Okay. Do you want a hug?”

He nodded without a word and Remus wrapped him tightly in his arms. He rubbed soothing circles on his back—Leo felt more tears slide down his face as he melted into the warm touch. “I’m sorry for not letting you know I’d be here.”

“Don’t worry about it, we’re always glad to see you. Can we move into the kitchen for a sec so you can drink some water?”

“Once a PT, always a PT,” Leo joked halfheartedly as he pulled away and scrubbed at his eyes. “Ugh.”

The kitchen was cheerful and simple, with dark red walls and white cupboards. He sat down at the island and put his chin on his forearms as Remus got him a glass of water and dampened some paper towels. “I don’t know where I put the tissues, sorry.”

“Thanks, Loops,” he said, wiping his face.

“Re, was someone at the door?” Sirius came around the corner and stopped in his tracks. “Hey, Leo.”

“Hey.”

He glanced at Remus, then set his empty bowl on the counter and leaned against the fridge. “What’s up?”

“Logan and I got in a fight.”

“With each other?”

“No, with the mailman,” he snapped, instantly regretting it. His lower lip wobbled; this was just how the fight had begun in the first place. “Sorry. Yeah, with each other. And Finn.”

“Where are they?”

“At h—home.” His voice cracked on the last word. “I left.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Remus asked carefully, sitting down next to him.

Leo’s shoulders slumped and he rested his temple on Remus’ shoulder. “It was so stupid.”

“Don’t talk like that, it was clearly important.”

“I was reading for an hour instead of helping them clean up because I was so fucking tired, and Logan was frustrated that I wasn’t helping. Finn tried to calm us both down, but I accused him of taking sides and then Logan mumbled something and wouldn’t tell me what he said.” It all blubbered out on a fresh wave of emotion and Remus handed him the paper towel again.

“That doesn’t sound stupid,” Sirius said in the gentlest voice Leo had ever heard him use.

“Really?”

“Really. It sounds like you let some things build up for too long, like a volcano.”

Leo sniffled. “You sound like my dad.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“I think so.” He straightened up again and took a long sip of water. “God, I feel awful.”

Remus squeezed his shoulder. “I’m not surprised. Have you eaten recently?”

“We were going to have dinner when Lo finished with the dishes. So, no.”

“You want a sandwich?”

“Yes, please.” To Leo’s surprise, Sirius pulled a block of cheese out of the fridge and bread out of the cupboard. “You cook?”

He and Remus made identical ‘ehhh’ noises. “Un peu,” Sirius laughed. “I burn soup, but grilled cheese is easy.”

“How the fuck do you burn soup?”

“You want to know the worst part?” He looked over his shoulder briefly. “It was canned soup.”

“What?”

“Mhm. I turned the heat on high because I thought it would cook faster.”

Leo’s tide of emotions molded into total confusion. “Why would you do that? The instructions are on the can.”

“Strangely enough, that’s what I told him,” Remus said wryly. “And still it’s happened twice.”

“You are so mean to me,” Sirius sighed as he turned the stove on. “I make you grilled cheese sandwiches and this is the thanks I get?”

“Sorry, love.”

“How do you do that?” Leo asked.

Remus turned back to him. “Do what?”

“Have this…” He gestured vaguely. “Perfect, amazing relationship. How?”

Sirius snorted and returned to his place by the fridge. “It’s not perfect.”

“But you’re so happy all the time.”

“Aren’t you?” Remus asked. “When you’re with your boys, aren’t you happy?”

“Yes,” he answered immediately. “They’re the best thing in the world.”

“Do you have a perfect relationship?”

“Uh, no.”

“There’s your answer.” Remus spread his hands. “Fights happen. Sometimes you can’t stand to even be in the same room as your person, or your people. Sometimes it feels like everything they do drives you crazy. But that doesn’t mean you stop loving them, and they don’t stop loving you.”

“The fight wasn’t about me reading,” Leo said quietly. Understanding was beginning to settle in. “And it wasn’t about Logan leaving towels all over or me not pulling my weight. I think we both just had bad days. Is that normal?”

“I hope so,” Sirius said. “Three months after we moved in together, Remus slept on the couch for a week because he hated the way I left toothpaste on the sink.”

“I wasn’t even angry about the toothpaste.” Remus got up to refill Leo’s water glass. “I was scared we were moving too fast and that everything would fall apart.”

“I was—I am—scared,” Leo confessed. “There’s just so much happening all the time. Finn and Logan…they’re my center point. My anchor.”

Sirius slid a perfect grilled cheese sandwich onto a plate and handed it to him. “Then you should tell them that.”

Just as he took his first bite, the doorbell rang. Remus frowned. “We’re popular tonight.”

After checking his phone quickly, Sirius wandered down the hall, and in his absence a large black dog came out of the living room to set her head on Leo’s thigh. “Hey, Hattie.” He scratched her behind the ears and tore off a piece of his sandwich to give her.

“Oh. Hello.” Sirius sounded surprised.

“Hey, Cap.”

Leo froze and Remus’ eyes widened. “Have you heard from Leo?” Finn asked. “He’s not answering his phone.”

“Because of the fight,” Sirius said.

Remus dropped his face into his hands. “Tact,” he muttered. “We’ve talked about this.”

“Uh, yeah, actually.” Leo could picture Finn’s face in his head, uneasy and worried. “So he’s talked to you?”

“He’s been in our kitchen for the last half hour.”

“What?” Logan’s voice cracked. “He’s—can we come in?”

“No shoes in the house.” There was a moment of rustling, then a staccato pattern of footsteps in the hall before Logan and Finn appeared in the entrance.

“Mon dieu.” Logan nearly collapsed against the doorframe when he saw Leo; his eyes were red-rimmed and he seemed to be a bit of a wreck. “I’m so sorry, Peanut.”

“We’ll be upstairs if you need anything,” Remus said, slipping out of the room with a final glance to Leo.

“My phone was off, sorry,” he said quietly, feeding Hattie another bit of bread. The pressurized fury from before was completely gone—he only felt regretful now, and utterly exhausted. “I’m also sorry for yelling. And accusing you. And for dragging you into it, Finn. Oh, and for leaving.”

“I’m sorry, too.” Logan took two tentative steps closer and Leo stood up, holding his arms out. Relief crashed over his face and he nearly tackled him in a hug. “I took out my bad day on you and as soon as you were gone I regretted it. Merde, Leo, I’m sorry.”

Extra warmth cocooned them both as Finn joined the hug. “I love you both so much,” Leo mumbled into Logan’s hair.

Logan snuggled closer. “I love you, too.”

“Me, three.”

They all laughed weakly at that, stepping back and sitting down at the island. Leo bit the inside of his lip. “So…things were said.”

“Things were said,” Logan agreed. “I didn’t mean what I said about cleaning up after you.”

“I know. I didn’t mean what I said about tag-teaming.” He winced at the memory. “That was flat-out mean and uncalled for. And Finn…” Finn looked up from petting Hattie. “I used you as leverage and that was horrible.”

“Same here,” Logan said guiltily.

“Yeah, let’s not do that again, okay?” Finn looked between them and raised his eyebrows as they both nodded. “I don’t take sides when I’m choosing between my boyfriends.”

“Leo…” Logan started and trailed off.

“Yeah, Lo?”

He struggled for the words for a moment, then took a deep breath. “Do you—do you want to know what I said in the kitchen?”

In the kitchen…Leo wracked his brain and tried to remember. They had been arguing, and then Logan muttered something he couldn’t hear. He was tempted to say yes. “No, I’m good.”

“Really?”

He shrugged. “We were both upset. Whatever it is, I don’t think you meant it, so it doesn’t matter now. We’ve fought enough tonight.”

“Should we head home, then?” Finn suggested, taking both their hands. “I’m pretty tired and hungry.”

“You could ask Cap to make you a grilled cheese,” Leo joked. “They’re damn good.”

“Cap can cook?” they chorused incredulously.

[cocastyle]

Robin — Prologue

Pairing - Joel Dawson x reader

Word Count - 2,756

A/N - and here is the prologue! this series is going to be so much fun and I hope everyone enjoys it as much as me! comment how you think it’s going so far and any theories you think may happen during the series!

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R O B I N

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⭒❃.✮:▹   PROLOGUE   ◃:✮.❃⭒

"I didn't really have your typical upbringing. I mean, I did at first, but then the world ended. I mean, I don't think anyone was really shocked. We always thought it might, and then it just finally happened. But how it happened, now that's where it gets interesting."

"Agatha 616."

"Hey! I wanted to be the one to say that. You totally just stole my thunder, Robin. As disappointing as that just was, she's right. Yep, an asteroid heading straight for Earth. I know. So obvious. So, humanity came together, and we did what we do best."

"We shot a bunch of rockets at it!"

"And we blew it up! And it was great!"

"But it wasn't."

"Once again, she's right. You see, the thing that makes rockets rockets. . .chemical compounds, a lot of 'em. Which rained back down on us, and everything changed."

"And by 'everything,' he means cold-blooded creatures. And by 'changed,' he means mutated and started eating us to death."

"Ants, lizards, roaches, crocodiles. You name it. There's a lot of 'em. Actually, we knew this one kid who was eaten in his sleep by a goldfish he won at a carnival."

"Poor Todd."

"He loved that goldfish."

"And that cat of his that got eaten."

"Rest in piece, buddy. So, for most of human history, if you wanted to kill a cockroach, right, all you needed was a shoe. Well, suddenly you needed a shotgun. And sometimes even a tank. And sometimes even that doesn't work. Especially if you don't stay in the tank, Bob."

"Bob?"

"I was just saying a random name. I don't know if his name is actually Bob."

"Then why—?"

"Y/N."

"Right. Your speech, not mine. Sorry."

"Eventually, the really big creatures and our military took each other out. We lost 95% of the human population in about a year. That's a lot of Bobs."

"And a lot of Todds."

"Exactly. Those of us who survived we hid anywhere we could — bunkers, caves, panic rooms, all around the world. So for the last seven years Y/N and I have been living in an underground bunker. And it's not as bad as it sounds. Really. It's a great group of people, and we all love each other. You know, it's kinda what I imagined college would have been like."

"Definitely not, but believe what you want. Anyways, like Joel said, we've been living in an underground bunker for the past seven years. It's not always been the best at times, but we do what we need to in order to survive. But for you to understand our story, we need to go back to the beginning. . .to the day it all happened."

"Seven years ago, back when we were sixteen."

- - -

Seven Years Ago

Fairfield, California

The last thing Y/N wanted was to wake up at 5:30 on a summer morning, yet that was exactly what happened on the day the world ended. The annoying beeping sounds filling the air were all Y/N could focus on as she came to, her eyes squeezing shut as she groaned in annoyance and shoved her face into the pillow she was laying on.

She lazily shot her hand out and attempted to reach for her alarm clock, but hesitated when her hand hit what she knew to be the lamp that sat on the table in her living room. Y/N let out a sigh before slowly opening her eyes and looking around. It took a moment for her to realize what was happening, but once she saw the tv that was still on, the pizza box laying on the table with only one slice left, and the figure beside her on the couch Y/N knew what had happened.

Groaning as she looked towards her best friend Joel Dawson who had passed out on the couch beside her, the girl lifted up a pillow before saying, "Joel. Joel, wake up." The boy didn't respond, the only noise escaping his lips being the sound of his own snores. His watch was beeping on his arm, but he didn't seem to be fazed by it.

Y/N frowned before taking the pillow she had picked up and whacking Joel with it. The boy jumped in surprise and fell off the couch and onto the floor. Y/N fell back with a satisfied sigh while Joel groaned on the ground.

"What was that for?" Joel complained, lazily sitting up and rubbing at his eyes while the two looked tiredly at each other.

"Shut that stupid watch up before I do it myself," Y/N murmured. "And by 'do it myself' I mean I'm going to destroy that little fucker so it can never beep again."

Joel cracked a small smile at that before looking down at his watch and turning it off. His eyes flickered over the time and he frowned. "It's 5:30 in the morning? Wasn't it just midnight?" he asked.

"I think we fell asleep during the middle of Civil War. That's what we get for trying to watch all the Marvel movies in a row with no sleep," she said with a yawn as she closed her eyes once again.

"We were behind anyways," Joel pointed out as he pulled himself up off of the ground and back onto the couch so that he could put on his shoes. "We wouldn't have finished before I had to leave. Speaking of which, I've got to go. Aimee should be picking me up soon and I smell like pizza and tears."

"It's not my fault you cry during almost every movie," Y/N retorted.

"They're just so good!" Joel argued making Y/N smile softly as she let her eyes open up long enough to admire the boy. He was tying his last shoe, so didn't seem to notice as she slowly ran her eyes over the features of his face. However, the moment he was sitting back up, Y/N closed her eyes to make it seem like she wasn't watching him.

Joel looked towards her and stared at her for a moment before smiling and reaching out for the blanket that was already falling off of her and onto the floor. He picked it up and shook off the crumbs from the food they had eaten before laying it on top of the girl.

"Why do you have to leave?" Y/N whispered, opening her eyes up a bit while Joel finished fixing the blanket and kneeled onto the ground in front of her. He leaned against the edge of the couch so that the two could be face to face. The lack of distance was enough to make Y/N’s heart skip a beat, but she knew Joel wasn't thinking anything of it.

"I'm just going to go see Aimee for a little bit so that we can watch the sunrise. I'll be back after, okay?" Joel said. Y/N studied him for a moment before nodding her head. The boy grinned and pulled away to get up onto his feet again. "You try and catch up on some z's while I'm gone." Y/N nodded again and Joel leaned down to press a quick kiss to her forehead, an action that made the girl close her eyes in a moment of pure bliss. "I'll be back soon, Robin."

Y/N smiled softly at the nickname Joel had given her. He liked to refer to themselves as Batman and Robin and seeing as he had insisted he was Batman in their friendship, Joel had grown to call her Robin so much over the years that it now flowed off of his tongue naturally. Y/N had never bothered arguing with Joel about who was actually Batman, instead relishing in the way Joel would flash her that goofy grin of his when he called her Robin.

Y/N got too lost in her thoughts to notice Joel walking away until she heard the sound of the front door opened and closed. She opened her eyes for a moment, her heart sinking slightly as she thought about how Joel was leaving to be with his girlfriend Aimee. However, not wanting to dwell on the fact for too long, Y/N just closed her eyes and willed herself to go back to sleep.

Even after she fell asleep, her dreams were filled of nothing but her best friend who she had found herself falling for more and more since the second grade. Not that she was complaining. This was what her life usually was like. Y/N secretly pining over Joel while he dated other girls. It was hard to see, but Y/N knew that as long as he was happy, she would be happy even if it meant they didn't end up together.

Y/N slept for quite a while, hoping she would wake up to Joel returning and hopping back onto the couch with her. However, what she wasn't expecting was for the sound of an explosion to send her jolting off the couch while her whole house shook around her.

The girl fell to the ground with a groan, but her eyes shot open wide as the ground shook again and another explosion filled the air. "What-?" she whispered before slowly pulling herself up off of the floor and looking out the window. Her eyes widened at the sight of fire in the horizon and she felt a surge of panic wash over her as she heard the screams of people filling the air as families started running out of their houses.

"Mom! Dad!" Y/N called out, her parents running down the stairs not too long after that with their pajamas still on and their eyes still fighting away the sleep that had taken over them only a couple of moments before.

Y/N could barely process what was happening after that. The next thing she knew, they were all dressed and throwing their stuff into their car. Her parents were running around and arguing over what they actually needed, so the brunette took the time to look next door where Joel's house stood. Her eyes flickered over the scene, attempting to find her best friend but only seeing his parents.

"Y/N!" Mrs. Dawson exclaimed as she caught sight of the girl. She frantically ran across the yard to her, her hands grabbing onto Y/N’s arms as she asked, "Where's Joel? Where—Where is he?"

"I-I don't know," Y/N admitted, her eyes wide with panic as she still tried to process what was happening. "He left to go see Aimee earlier this morning. He didn't tell me where they went."

Mrs. Dawson frowned and was just about to say something more when a red jeep came barreling down the road and stopped in front of the house. Mrs. Dawson released Y/N immediately while the girl let out a sigh of relief as she saw Joel stumble out of the car.

"I'm sorry!" Joel exclaimed, barely getting his feet onto the ground before Y/N was running at him and practically jumping into his arms for a hug. Joel didn't hesitate to hug her back, his grip tight as he looked towards his mother.

"Thank God! Where have you been, Joel?" his mother asked.

"We have to go right now. Say your goodbyes, get in the car," his father told them.

Y/N then seemed to noticed Aimee who was watching her warily as if she could see right through the girl's facade. She let go of Joel and squeezed his arm before nodding towards Aimee. "Go say goodbye to her. I'm going to finish packing up and then we can talk," she told him.

Y/N didn't give Joel time to respond before she was running back over to her house where her parents were now throwing the last of their things into the car. She helped toss a few more things into the car before closing the trunk with her father. "Go say goodbye, Y/N. We need to leave. Now," her father said causing Y/N to blink in surprise.

"Goodbye? Aren't we going with the Dawsons?" she asked.

"Honey, we don't know where we're going. Our priority is keeping you safe, not trying to stay with the Dawsons," her mother told her.

"But—" Y/N began.

"Y/N," her father sternly said. Y/N frowned slightly and then with a shaky breath turned to begin her way over to Joel who was staring after his girlfriend as she walked towards her jeep.

"Aimee!" he called out causing Y/N to slow down her steps as she caught sight of the look in his eyes. "I love you."

Y/N went rigid at that, the sound of Joel saying those words to someone else making her feel like she may be sick. Tears begin to spring in her eyes and she desperately tried to stop herself, but she couldn't help it. She knew Joel had dated other girls before, but hearing him proclaim his love for one was something she had never had to witness.

And it hurt.

"I love you too," Aimee told him.

"I'm gonna come find you," Joel assured her.

"You better," Aimee said before hopping into her jeep and driving away.

Y/N was still frozen in place, her tears now falling freely down her face while Joel looked her way. His heart broke at the sight of her and he didn't hesitate to run over and wrap her up in his embrace. "Hey, we're going to be okay," he whispered, thinking that her tears were because of them having to say goodbye and not because of the interaction he had just had with Aimee.

Y/N seemed to snap out of her trance at that and she gripped onto Joel tightly, her tears becoming worse as she realized this could potentially be the last time she saw her best friend. "Joel," she whimpered. "This can't be goodbye."

"Hey, hey," Joel said as he pulled away enough to wipe way her tears, his hands cupping the sides of her face. "It's not. We've survived everything together. I'm not about to let this stand in our way either. We're Batman and Robin, remember? We'll always find our way back to each other."

Y/N let her eyes flicker over Joel's face, a few more tears rolling down her cheeks before she held her hand out. "Batman," she said with a small nod.

"Robin," Joel whispered, nodding back at her as he clasped her hand with his own. They held onto each other tightly before Y/N hugged him one last time.

"I love you," she whispered, knowing very well that he didn't understand the true meaning of her words.

"I love you too. We'll find each other, okay?" he said before he noticed Y/N’s parents anxiously staring at the pair. Sighing, Joel squeezed her tight one last time before pulling away and leaning forward to press a small kiss to her forehead. "Bye, Robin." And then he gave her that small goofy smile of his that only made her heart ache more.

"Bye, Joel," she whispered, allowing herself to look at him one last time before turning and running to the car her parents were already climbing into. Y/N didn't dare look back, knowing that if she did it would only make it that much worse.

We're Batman and Robin, remember?

We'll always find our way back to each other.

- - -

"Long story short, I was right and we did find each other again. Granted it took two weeks, but—"

"Well, sorry. I didn't exactly have the colony there to pick me up when my parents died. I had to find you guys all on my own."

"And I see my mistake and I apologize. You did better than I ever could and I love you for it. You see, Y/N’s been my best friend since we were in kindergarten. Some jerk named Harley thought it would be funny to shove me off the swing set and take the swing from me. Y/N thought differently and punched him so hard he flew off the swing as if he had purposefully jumped off."

"I got sent to the principal's office right after, but I gained Joel as my best friend, so it wasn't a complete loss."

"We've been practically inseparable ever since and not even the apocalypse was able to keep us apart for too long."

"And now that you all know how our story began and a little bit about us, we can skip ahead to where we are now, seven years later in an underground bunker."

"This is where our story really begins.”

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Coming Home - River and Luke

CW: inexperienced caretaker, vampirism, blood, implied past abuse, self-blame, police mention 

[Other thing]

River placed him on the couch as softly as possible, but could still see the shift in his breathing. They stood back, trying to give him some space and put their head back on straight.

They didn’t know what on earth they were supposed to do.

Every fiber of them screamed to called the police, but they just couldn’t. How were they supposed to explain what happened. They shook their head, trying to imagine that conversation.

“Yes officer, I was just buying my regular blood supply from a random man when I heard someone crying in the closet. So of course I broke the man’s wrist and kidnapped them. Oh yeah, and I’m a vampire.”

They sighed pushing back their dark coiled hair from their forehead. Yeah, that would go over great. The boy shivered, and they pulled themself back to the present. He needed help, but they didn’t know what to do.

In a moment blankness, they opened their laptop and frantically searched first aid steps. A few result popped up immediately, and they started to go through them.

1.       Recognize the emergency.   Does someone look like they’re in trouble?   If so, ask them, “Are you OK?”

River whined confusedly and looked back up to the figure on the couch. They opened their mouth, nothing but a little squeak coming out. He was barely conscious, bleeding, trembling and scared out of his mind. It looked like an emergency to them.

“Are you okay?” they asked, voice cracking with nerves. He didn’t respond. Their face flushed with embarrassment. Of course he couldn’t answer. They took a deep breath and looked at the next step.

2.       Call emergency services if necessary.

Their green eyes slid past that one. That needed to be the last resort.

3.       Assess the situation. How do they need help?

Slowly, River put down the laptop and ventured closer to the young man. He was pale, shallow breaths slowly puffing out of his chest. There were some cuts across his face, and even River could tell they weren’t clean. His hair was dirty and greasy, unkept around his head. His skin was dirty, too. River reached a hand out, then drew it back. He was still conscious, barely, and they didn’t want to scare him.

“I’m sorry. I, I have to touch you to see what I can do. I’m sorry – I’m sorry.”

They tried again, lifting up the ragged t-shirt he was wearing. He whimpered and tried to roll away, making River jump back.

“Sorry! Sorry!”

He didn’t respond again, and even with the small peak River could tell he needed more help. There were ginormous bruises on the crooks of both elbows, more on his chest it seemed like. Slowly as they could, the started to lift the shirt again, and this time it seemed like he was too weak to fight them.

They tried to keep their emotions locked away, but they couldn’t help but sniff. He was covered in bruises and cuts, every single rib visible to their eyes. He was still breathing very shallowly, eyes fluttered closed.

River dropped the shirt and wandered back to their computer.

4.       Administer basic first aid if necessary

They nodded. They could do that. They had a first aid kit – somewhere.

“I’ll be right back,” they said, walking backwards out of the room. They bolted to the bathroom, tearing under the sink apart. They were sure their mom had given them one when they first moved it. It was kinda old, but at least it would still have band aids and gauze and stuff like that.

Finally getting their fingers on the old blue plastic box, they stood. They looked up, still a little confused to not see their own reflection. They were still new to this; to all of this. The accident had only been about a month or two ago, and even though they knew, it was still kinda hard to accept.

A thought hit them and they almost dropped the box. They had been ordering from Arthur since the accident. They were too scared to try and hunt, they never wanted to hurt someone else. But they had. They had hurt someone else; and now he was lying on their couch. River did this to him. Not with their own fists, but they had paid someone else to do it which was just as bad.

Tears dripped down their eyes as they made their way back to the living room. They had always cried at the drop of a hat, but this one was bad. It was a horrible guilt that soured their stomach and clamped around their heart. They wanted to help, they wanted to make things better but they just didn’t know what to do.

After reading the back of the cleaning wipes, they ripped the packet open and started to clean the small cuts on his face. He reacted a bit, flinching, but not pulling away from them. They went slowly, trying to talk to him as they went. They ended up talking about their neighbor’s new dog. It was very fluffy and friendly, and River hoped it would be a nice distraction for him.

They finished up on his face and applied the bandages – little pastel ones with stars – and moved onto his neck. The sight of the IV wound stirred something in them. They assumed it was disgust. They cleaned the site best they could, blinking tears down their face as they saw the fang marks, too. When they pulled the cloth away, it was dirtied and red.

They stopped, staring at it. It was light in their hand, as light as any single use wipe could be, yet they couldn’t pull their eyes away from it. They were staring at it, entranced by it.

It wasn’t disgust they felt; it was hunger.

River screamed and dropped it, falling backwards to crawl away. No, no nonono! They didn’t, they never, no! They hid behind the armchair, trying to calm their breathing. They hadn’t been around fresh blood since they were turned, opting to buy it. They didn’t know it was going to be this strong.

The young man whimpered, drawing their attention back to him. Right, him. Shakely, the left their defensive spot and crept back over. They ignored the wipe of the floor (it was easier now that it had touched the ground).

Feeling a bit silly but also rather ingenious, they used a pair of disposable earplugs to plug their nose before continuing. It helped dull the scent so they could patch him up. He didn’t seem like he was doing any better, just covered in band aids. River whimpered and went back to their laptop.

How to help with blood loss

They scanned the results, clicking through some of the links. Water? Iron? Vitamin C? River paused. Vitamin C, orange juice. They had orange juice! They stood grabbing a plastic cup from the kitchen and filling a few inches with orange juice.

They helped the young man sit up, cupping the back of his head to help in drink. He was still conscious enough, able to drink the liquid easily.

“Hey, there you go,” River tried, brushing back his hair again. He shivered, and looked up at them for the first time. He had dark brown eyes, scared and tired. They tried to smile, but they knew their guilt was written all over their face.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise.”

He closed his eyes and took another breath, seemingly falling asleep.

River put the cup in the sink and stood in the middle of the kitchen, unsure what to do now.

 ~

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Don’t Ignore Me! Alt. Ver (Bakugou x Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Genre: Slight angst to fluff

Scenario: If the roles were switched from my original Don’t Ignore Me! post as requested by @spicyfoodboi​

Word count: 1,065

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​ @bunnythepipsqueak​

a/n: This was easy breezy to write, was able to bang it out in a few hours.  I’m happy I didn’t have to go too hard on this one, but I do hope you guys still like it!

Also, I’ll make a separate mushy post for this, but I hit 2k???  I just logged in to post this and it’s at perfectly 2k and I kinda lost it for a hot sec.  Thank you guys so much for letting me hit this milestone, I couldn’t have gotten here without you 🥰

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I huff at the time on the top corner of my phone and frown.  Where is he?  Why isn't he home yet?  He's late, it isn't like him to be late.  I wonder if he went out with his friends.

As if summoning him, the front door finally opens, causing my head to whip around so fast I could've gotten whiplash.  I spring off the couch and bound towards him like a pet.  "Baby, you're back!"

His clothes are a bit messy, his top button undone as usual.  My charming, loud-mouthed boyfriend.  Every time I see him after a long day, I'm instantly energized by his presence.  I especially need him today since my day was too dragged on without him.

I lean up and close my eyes, anticipating his kiss on my forehead as he always does.  But all I get is a small gust of wind.  Fluttering my eyes open, I see his figure brush past me.  There's a cold shot in my chest, but I try to brush it off.  Maybe he's just tired?

I trail after him into the kitchen as he gets a drink of water and slither my arms around his firm torso.  "You forgot something, Katsu," I tease him.  "I'm waiting~"

Bakugou stays still and finished his water before simply walking out of my grasp.  My arms feel empty and cold without him.  Suddenly, there's a harsh weight on my body, my hands grasping at nothing.

"Katsu?"  My small voice barely carries through the empty hall.  Did I do something?

My mind wanders to frightful thoughts.  We didn't fight when we parted this morning.  What could I have done that mad him so angry he didn't even want to look at me?  In the few times we do fight, he's the type to yell and scream about it until he blows off steam.

As he washes up in the bathroom, I sit on the bed with my legs curled up.  All I can do is obsess over the littlest details that could've set him off.  On the other hand, I'm hoping he just needs his own moment to breathe after a particularly bad day at work.  I understand that, though he could've just told me that.

The bathroom door opens and I sit up immediately, awaiting his eventual acknowledgement of me.  But he simply scrolls through his phone, lifting up the blankets and settling into bed without sparing me even the tiniest glance.

I sit facing him fully.  "Katsuki?  Are you mad at me?" I ask timidly.

No answer.  He continues playing his game like I'm just a fly buzzing around him.

He's cheating on you.

The outlandish thought flashes across my mind, my breath catching.  No, he's not.  That should be the furthest from my mind.  Even if he came back late, there are so many other reasons for that.

"Katsuki, this isn't like you, you're scaring me."  I sound more desperate now.  "If I did something, you'd be yelling by now.  Please talk to me."

Still nothing.

My head starts spinning.  "Look, if you needed alone time or space because you had a long day, I understand, but at least tell me so I'm not in the dark here."  Frustration starts pooling in my blood, at him for being silent, then at me for getting mad when I don't even know what's going on.

When I still get no answer from him, I know he's not gonna budge.  He's a hardheaded dumbass and if he's angry, he needs to work it out by himself.  Even so, I hug a pillow from the bed and rise to my feet.  I can't help the hot tears threatening to spring from my eyes, I want to run out before he can see it.

I barely hear the rustling as I'm in the hallway before solid arms coil around my shoulders from behind.  "Babe, no, don't cry."

"Are you done pouting now?" I ask angrily, the tears finally running down my face.  I clutch the pillow in my arms tighter and bury my face in it.

"I wasn't pouting, I was just- Urghhh!"  Bakugou turns me around to face him.  "Look at me, come on, I'll explain."

My first instinct is to shove him away in rage, but I still miss his long-overdue affection.  I obey and lift my head up.

"Damn it, you're really crying," he mumbles, more anger to himself as he wipes my tears away.  My boyfriend sighs, "Just promise you won't get too mad when I tell you."

"I'll decide when you tell me," I snap back.  He's not completely off the hook for this.

"Fair enough..."  He pauses, gathering his courage.  "I talked to Denki and Sero after work today and they were telling me about this stupid challenge they've seen around on social media.  It's...where you try to ignore your significant other for 24 hours-"

I don't even let him finish before already hitting his face with the pillow.  "This was for a stupid prank?!  What the hell, Katsuki?!"  A fresh set of angry tears streams down my face.  "Here I am worried sick and thinking things I shouldn't all because of your stupid prank."  I start continuously hitting him in the chest.  "YOU STUPID DUMBASS!"

He catches my arms and I notice how hurt he is through my misted vision.  "I know.  It was stupid and I shouldn't have even thought it through.  I Just thought you'd be angry, but then you started crying and I had to stop.  I didn't wanna hurt you, I'm sorry.  It really hurt when I saw you about to cry."

With one more hit to the face, I throw the pillow aside and hug him close.  "You stupid, mindless, dumbass.  If you try to scare me like that again, I'm not gonna forgive you."  I wipe the tears off my face and attempt to give him my most threatening scowl.  "And I'm beating up those two nutheads next time I see them!"

"And I won't stop you," Bakugou chuckles, a glint of pride in his eyes as he embraces me again and presses a kiss to my forehead.

"You're not allowed to leave my side the rest of the night, you understand me?  You have to feed me dinner, watch whatever movie I want, and you have to cuddle me all night!"

"Whatever you want, teddy bear."

[tothemeadow]

So 👉👈 Maybe a small scenario with Kyojuro where GN!reader is a slayer and maybe they have a close call w/ a demon, and they’re sent to recover at the Butterfly Estate. Kyojuro hears about it and he’s secretly kinda worried, so he comes to check up on them. He’s estatic that they’re doing better and offers to help them train, but maybe he accidentally goes too hard and he freaks out from hurting the reader while they’re already trying to heal from a demon attack. I am just a simple simp for whump feelings and flustered kyojuro,,,,,

‘forgive my guilt’ / Rengoku K. x Reader

I also like me some good ol’ fashioned angst ;_;

warnings: none

words: 716

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The moment he sees you sitting in that bed, Kyojuro has to forcefully hold back his tears.

He should’ve been there with you when it happened. When his crow delivered the news, saying how a demon nearly mauled you to death, a part of Kyojuro died right then and there. Ever since, he’s been feeling incredibly guilty. He should’ve insisted to tag along with you, but he knew you’re strong.

Still.

Seeing your tired face and slight smile makes the guilt pang in his heart tenfold. He hurries over to your bed and practically flops down on the white covers. “By the gods,” he breathes, eyes searching every inch of you, “you’re-“

His voice awkwardly cracks with emotion.

Multiple broken ribs. A punctured lung. A new, hearty scar covering your abdomen. A bitemark on your right shoulder. You came this close to death and yet here you are.

He licks the sweat gathering on his upper lip. Although he hasn’t said a single word to anyone else about your condition, the fact that you almost died scared him to death. Eyes falling on yours, he forces smile.

“You’re a tough bastard, you know that?” he chirps. Inside, he’s trembling.

You give a weak laugh and immediately start coughing. Kyojuro freezes in his spot, startled.

“Sorry, sorry,” you mutter, waving a dismissive hand. “Everything’s… sore.”

That’s an understatement. Every single part of your body burns with a raging fire and it’s taking all your strength not to cry in front of him.

“I’m glad to see you’re alive,” Kyojuro says earnestly. His eyes soften. “I don’t need you dying just yet.”

You blink at him, your mouth falling agape. “Kyojuro-san-“

“Anyway!” Kyojuro interrupts, a blush threatening to appear on his face. “You’re going to get better! What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger! The gods have blessed you with so much strength! I’m envious!”

You flinch at his booming voice.

“Your body needs to build back its stamina! Your reflexes! The girls can only do so much!” This time, when Kyojuro smiles, it’s genuine. “Allow me to train you!”

You don’t even get to say yes.

-

Later on, you’re dripping with sweat.

It’s only been a day filled with basic movements, but your injuries and sore muscles are proving to be too much of a hassle. The cut on your abdomen screams as you twist your body, swinging your blade in a smooth, graceful arc. Every heavy breath feels like death.

Whether or not Kyojuro has noticed your pain, you don’t know. He hasn’t said anything to indicate it.

Either way, he was right earlier. Your stamina has turned to shit from lying in bed for so long. Again, you bring yourself to a straight stand and slash your blade through the air. Kyojuro merely stands to the side, his eyes watching every single move. You constantly tell yourself to control your breathing, but the pain is way too much.

Your body winces in its place and the blade falls from your hands. A jolt of fresh, hot pain spikes throughout your entire being. With a cry, you fall to your knees, your hands clutching your stomach. Kyojuro is by your side in an instant.

“(y/n)!” he calls your name.

“I-I’m fine,” you stutter. You body jerks, then, and you cough up blood.

The sight of it has the hairs on the back of Kyojuro’s neck standing on end. What was he thinking, making you work your body when you clearly weren’t well? How foolish! Guilt swirls in his chest and gut. He can’t believe he brought you even more pain. Gingerly, he sneaks his arms under you and lifts you up in a single, fluent motion. You whimper from the movement.

“I’m sorry,” Kyojuro says to you. “I was wrong.”

Glancing up at him, your breath stills.

He’s crying.

“Kyojuro-san…”

“I should’ve been there for you,” he confesses. “I could’ve saved you.”

“Kyojuro-san,” you say with a firmer tone. “Don’t you dare start thinking that way. You’re with me now, aren’t you? So… Take care of me.”

He swallows hard. His eyes betray his emotions as they scan over the scratches on your face, the blood speckled on your lips. In a seemingly desperate move, he briefly plants a kiss to your forehead.

“I promise.”

[rosaliehaley]

Emmett and Rosalie headcannons

(because fuck smeyer, her opinion isn’t valid - this is me giving them the slowburn-relationship they deserve)

Rosalie was terrified when she watched Emmett go through the transformation, fearing that she was wrong again and fell for another monster. She realized that he would be the only man strong enough to hurt her and that truly scared her.

She prepared herself for Emmett being furious with her or even attacking her after waking up as a vampire - which of course wasn’t the case as he ended up being thrilled about his existence. Rosalie didn’t know how to feel about that as she was reliefed but kind of offended at the same time.

She went hunting with him shortly after. Emmett, being the chaotic goofball he is, ended up testing his newfound vampire powers, wrestling bears and jumping around the woods.

At first Rosalie was kind of annoyed about that, but Emmett asked her to join in and she did so, begrudgingly. What she didn’t anticipate was how much fun she’d have. For the first time since her assault and transformation, she was carefree and enjoyed herself. They made childish competitions about who could jump further, who could climb faster, who could hold their breath longer - that was also the day Rosalie called him first her “monkey man”. Rosalie had fun for the first time in a really long time and almost felt thankful to be alive, a feeling she thought she lost a really long time ago.

They’ve climbed to the top of the smokey mountains and had a conversation about their human lives, their interests, etc. They’ve learned that neither of them fitted their stereotypes: Rosalie, the beautiful blonde, was a mechanic and Emmett liked to paint. Rosalie also learned about Emmett’s large family of scottish and irish decent. She felt that it was very easy to talk to Emmett, but she wasn’t comfortable with sharing her trauma with him yet.

On their way home they played tag ... which ended badly when Emmett caught the scent of a human. Rosalie tried to stop him, but Emmett wasn’t able to resist, he gave into the monster inside of him. He pushed Rosalie to the ground, which reminded her of her assault. This resulted in a panic attack and Rosalie was immediately reminded that she’d never be able to be truly carefree and that she should stay away from Emmett for her own well-being.

They’ve spend a few days apart, which was hard because they essentially lived together now. After a few days they finally talked about what happened and made up. They’ve talked about Rosalie’s favourite book - which Emmett read to get to know her better ... and maybe (just maybe!) impress her a little. He also showed her one of his paintings, in which he processed “being a monster”. Rosalie realized that killing a human made Emmett feel worse than he first lead on and was there for him. This brought them a lot closer together.

Rosalie quickly learned about Emmett’s wild past - Edward warned her about it and Rosalie heared Emmett’s human family mentioning it when she brought them some of Carlisle’s money. This made her feel anxious - drinking and sleeping around was something she knew from Royce. She feared that they could be more similar than she thought, that maybe Emmett had a dark side like Royce did. She was wrong before so how could she be sure that history wouldn’t just repeat itself? She decided it would be best to hide her trauma for as long as she could.

Emmett was always so carefree with her, hugging and slightly touching her - which caused Rosalie to panic and push him away a lot of the time.

Over the weeks they became friends regardless - talked for hours and hours, went hunting together, Rosalie taught him how to repair cars and Emmett taught her how to paint. It was Emmett’s idea to start the baseball tradition - simply because he wanted to make Rosalie smile. He’d do anything to make her happy.

Later on Emmett admitted his feelings to Rosalie - she didn’t know how to react to that. Thinking about protecting herself, she pushed him away. She did so in a rather mean way - thinking it would be better to break his heart before he could end up breaking hers. She lied to him, telling him that he’d never be good enough for her.

She begged Carlisle to make Emmett leave, but the family has grown so used to him that they didn’t want him to leave. Emmett still left, sensing that he must’ve done something to hurt Rosalie and just wanting her to be happy again ... you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone because it was only then that Rosalie realized that she needed him and that she had feelings for him as well. So she chased him and convinced him to stay, telling him that she’s falling for him as well.

For the first time in her life Rosalie felt insecure - what if Emmett didn’t like her? If he wanted a physical relationship, which she felt like she couldn’t give him yet? What if she wasn’t good enough? Emmett felt similar - how could he, a boy from Tennessee, be possibly good enough for that extremely beautiful woman that he felt like could have whoever she wanted?

They’ve tried to have a couple of dates - some of them went well, others not so much because Rosalie felt constantly reminded of Royce. She realized that she had to tell him about her past if she wanted her relationship with Emmett to work.

She tried talking to him about her assault but then completely panicked. Not wanting Emmett to treat her differently and just see her as “the rape victim” or worst case, even judge her, she lied to him, telling him that she died by a car accident caused by her drunk fiancee.

Rosalie was to terrified to let Emmett in, so she decided it would be best for her to leave. She went to the airport, wanting to start over somewhere else but Emmett convinced her to stay. She decided to let her guard down and give him a chance.

They’ve had another date and ended up going to a bar - it was an open-mic-night and Rosalie made fun about some of the singers until Emmett dared her to sing something herself. She sang a love song for Emmett and he sang about her and that’s when they completely fell for each other. They came close to kissing, but neither of them dared to take the first step.

The decision was made for them later on when someone in the bar started bleeding - Emmett was about to lose his self-control again and Rosalie knew that she’d have to distract him. So she tried giving him the one thing that he might want more than the blood and kissed him.

It worked and they’ve quickly got out of there, couldn’t stop kissing each other once they’ve started. They went home and tried having sex - Rosalie knew that this wasn’t the best idea, but she just wanted to try being “normal” and taking the relationship to the next level. But eventually she completely panicked, feeling as if Royce and the others were there and torturing her again. She started to cry and scream and pushed Emmett away, who had no idea what was going on. She begged him to leave and he considered doing that, wanting her to feel comfortable ... but he decided to stay with her and help her.

After she calmed down a little, she was finally honest with him and told him about everything that happened with Royce. Emmett was shocked at first and started blaming himself for not being careful enough with her. She thought that he would be angry with her lying to him - or even worse, disgusted by her because of what happened - but none of that happened. He assured her that what happened to her wasn’t her fault and that it didn’t change the way he thinks about her. He felt so sad knowing that his angel had to go through something so vile and was glad when he learned that she took revenge.

They’ve talked about intimacy and Rosalie admitted that she wasn’t sure if she could ever have sex with him. Emmett assured her that that’s fine, that he’d wait for as long as she needed. While he’d like to get physical with her, he cared about her well-being much, much more and promised her, that even if they couldn’t get intimate, they’d still have a beautiful eternity. That was also the moment when he admitted to Rosalie that he loved her - shy at first, but once he said the words he was completely sure of how much he loved her. Rosalie couldn’t yet say it back and Emmett accepted that. They agreed that she needed to learn to love herself first.

They spend the entire night just holding hands and looking at each other. The next morning the decided that they were “boyfriend” and “girlfriend” from now on - something Rosalie thought was so pure. She’s never been someone’s girlfriend, just the “beautiful fiancee”.

Emmett of course was not able to hurt Royce and the others - but he needed a way to deal with the rage so he went to Rochester and destroyed their memorials. Rosalie considered that as kinda sweet.

After spending a few months together, Emmett proposed to her

They’ve had a very intimate wedding, only the other Cullens being there. Esme and Carlisle, once again having more money that they could possibly spend, bought them a castle in Scotland, where a part of Emmett’s human family was from. There they could spend their honeymoon

On their wedding night Rosalie and Emmett tried to have sex again - she began wanting to be intimate with him as well - but Rosalie panicked again. She was thinking about just “getting it over with”, but Emmett assured her that they’d wait until she feels comfortable. Instead they spend their wedding night playing board games. (They’ve shared a lot of wedding nights ever since ... but Rosalie and Emmett agree that this first one was the best of them all)

They managed to have sex a few days later and it was everything Rosalie dreamed of. She completely fell in love with the way Emmett touched her and slowly learned to love herself and her body again. She fell in love with having sex and the two of them rarely left the bed during their honeymoon - until it broke one day, of course. Not to mention that the castle was destroyed after a few weeks ... but they were happy. So happy.

Rosalie still dreamed of being human and having children with Emmett. But she loved him so much that she’d never sacrifice him. And Emmett promised her that someday - no matter how long it would take, 100 or 1000 years - one day they’d find a way to have a child.

[pagingevilspawn]

Thanks for getting back to me so quickly! I’m the one that asked about the fic recs ☺️ could you please do a fic where jolex have a cute tickle fight with all the fluff in the world?? Thank you 🙏🏼

oh, darlin’, don’t you ever grow up

this took so long to fulfill like holy crap. I’m so sorry about that. I had to improvise a bit, because jolex is so not the tickling kind of couple and much more of a ‘slap dat booty’ kinda pair you know? But hey, i don’t think that anyone is complaining about jolex babies, right? 

again, thank you all SO MUCH for 100 followers! i still can’t believe how crazy that is! this is super fluffy so yeah, i hope you enjoy it! also, tickle scenes are so much harder to write than i expected...

Alex Karev peeled his bloody surgical gloves off with a relaxed sigh, taking off his gown and tossing it into the bin while simultaneously telling a resident to finish closing up for him. When he gets back to the scrub room he leans against the sink, hands taking hold of the sturdy metal, closing his eyes for a minute because it feels like he can finally breathe. 

His surgery had gone on for seven hours. The kid on the table crashed twice and had lost so much blood at one point he didn’t think the boy was going to make it. Luckily, thanks to skilled hands, surprisingly helpful residents, and Meredith Grey, nine year old Mike Harper was going to be okay. He removes his scrub cap from his head, tucking it into his pants and running a hand through his hair before turning on the faucet and putting his hands under the water, scrubbing off with the bar. 

He shakes his hands dry, little water droplets flying here and there before exiting the room, traveling down the brightly lit halls of the surgical floors until he reaches the elevator. He clicks the button for the ground floor, where the parents are waiting. From there it was routine procedure. He tells the couple that their kid is gonna be alright, they cry tears of joy, they thank him, they ask when they can see their son, he informs them that they’re closing up right now, so he should be relocated to the PICU soon, and they thank him again before sitting back down. 

Alex makes his evening rounds on patients, goofing and joking with them until he’s done and can finally head home. He’d been on call for the past sixteen hours, and all he really wants to do is go home and see his girls.

Unfortunately, he learned from the nurses that Jo was pulled into an emergency surgery a few hours earlier, and had yet to finish, so he didn’t know how long it would be until she was done. He changes out of his scrubs and into his regular clothes, bidding a short goodbye to Meredith, who laid sprawled out on the attendings lounge couch, grumbling that she was trying to sleep and he was making too much noise to allow her to do so.

Adjusting his old, ratty jacket on his shoulders, he slips his phone, wallet, and keys into his pocket, making his way up to the daycare where the littlest Karev was waiting. The worker, Patricia gives him a warm smile, sliding the sign out sheet across the counter. 

“Hey Doctor Karev! Picking up I'm assuming?” she gestures towards his attire, making him nod in response.

“Yeah. I know Jo usually finishes first on Fridays, but she got called in at the last minute.” he says, which earns him an understanding chuckle. 

“Well, I’ll be right out. She was just taking a brief nap, but don’t worry, she’s only been down for about fifteen minutes or so.” she reassures him.  

He nods, shoving his hands in his jeans, pulling out his phone and checking the time. 7:23 pm. It was getting closer to his daughter’s bedtime, so it would make sense that she would start to be getting tired. Alex smiles at his lockscreen, a picture of him, Jo, and their little girl at her two year old birthday party a few months ago. Jo had gone all out, decorating their yard with extravagant streamers, decorative backdrops, and a huge bouncy house. In the picture that stared back at him, Jo and their freshly two year old toddler were both wearing pink, Jo’s in the form of a sheer blouse, and their daughter’s in a frilly dress that Jo spent way more money than she should’ve on. Alex matched, wearing a pink tie and white button down. He had refused immensely at first, but after much pleading from the tiny girl, he gave in. Because what kind of father could say no to puppy dog eyes?

“Daddy!” he sees the little bundle of blue run towards him, causing him to sweep down and pull her into his arms, bunching the thick fabric she was wearing. 

“KK!” he exclaims, matching her enthusiasm, taking the backpack from Patricia, giving a silent nod to her as a way to say both ‘thank you’ and ‘goodnight’.   

His daughter bounced in his arms as they made their way through the door, asking to be let down a few seconds later. Donned in a Cinderella dress up gown and purple converse, Katrina Karev started to race down the hallway in all her glory, the mini ponytail that Jo had done that morning swinging from side to side as she prompted Alex to come catch her. He lets out a small laugh, jogging to catch up to her before she can potentially get in the way of nurses coming in and out of rooms, scooping her up again, making her let out a loud squeal and turn into a fit of giggles. 

“C’mon Kitty-Kat, we gotta go home.” he places her on the ground, holding her tiny hand in his. “No running. What have Mommy and I told you?”

Katrina sighs, puffing out her lips dramatically. “No running in hossal.” she grumbles. She had trouble pronouncing words that had a sharp sound to them, like ‘p’, ‘t’, and ‘j’, but both Alex and Jo found it quite adorable.  

“That’s right. Because Mommy and Daddy’s friends are working really hard to help everyone, and we don’t want to get in their way, right Kat?” he reminds her of the rules, because as much as both he and Jo wished that they could say that their child was perfectly well behaved, she wasn’t. It was simply what having a kid was like. He’d never met a child who listened to every word their parent’s said, followed every rule, and never talked back. And despite what so many different television programs liked to show, it was completely normal for kids to be that way, no matter how crazy it drove the adults. 

Kat murmurs in response, taking on her Dad’s grumpy persona. She wanted to run! She’d been inside of daycare with Scout all day, playing with blocks and crayons, which meant that she was stuck sitting. She wasn’t allowed to play tag in the circle room, no matter how much she asked Miss Lynn.

The duo makes their way to Alex’s car, unlocking it before lifting her up and strapping Katrina into her carseat, brushing back a couple strands of hair that had fallen in her face. He slides his way into his drivers side, revving up the car when Kat speaks from the back. 

“Music Daddy, music!” she cheers, a crooked grin across her face as she bounces around in her seat. 

Alex lets out a breath. As much as he loved his daughter, listening to the same exact Disney princess songs over and over were less than enjoyable. So far this week, he’d heard Let It Go twelve times, You're Welcome ten, and Be Our Guest seven, and those were just the most popular ones. He begrudgingly picks up his phone and puts on Into the Unknown, thankful that this was only his second time hearing it in the last couple of days. He swore that if Kat asked him to listen to Dyawne Johnson singing that damn song one more he was going to hurl himself out of the car. 

Little hums come from the backseat during certain parts of the song, and when the chorus plays through the car he mentally prepares himself for the yells that were to come. Poor Kat couldn’t sing, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. What kind of monster tells his two year old daughter that she sounded like a dying cat? Katrina Karev was good at a lot of things, (math, spelling, and playing dress-up just to name a few) singing just wasn’t one of them. 

With a more than relieved sigh he pulls into the driveway, turning off the car, and therefore the music. Whatever tiredness the toddler was feeling before had gone down the drain, so he knew it would be a while before he would be able to get her to bed. Kat unbuckles herself, getting out of the car and playing hopscotch with the homemade chalk version she and Jo made on the walkway up to the house’s door. She hops from one foot to the other, and Alex had never been more grateful for the fact that she had a good sense of balance. The last thing he wanted was Jo to come home to a bloody kneed Kat and have to explain to her that she fell while doing hopscotch. Honestly, he didn’t even think kids played that game anymore, but when Jo pulled out the sidewalk chalk a few days prior and started drawing, Kat was immediately hooked, and used every opportunity she could to hop across the little squares. Jo laughed when she saw how entranced the girl was, telling Alex that she had been the same way when she was a bit older, and the only thing that got her through some of the tougher houses was when she would go down the road and create a hopscotch game of her own. It became such a comfort in fact, that the tradition continued until she was a teenager. She told him that it would only seem right to share that little bit of joy from her childhood with her daughter.  

They make their way up the steps and Alex unlocks the door, flipping on the light switch as soon as it swings open. Chilly air greets them, since the house hadn’t been in use since earlier that day, and the temperature had been in the low fifties the past week in Seattle. He lets Kat toddle up the stairs, walking over to the thermostat that sat the hallway and cranking it up, knowing that if there was one thing his wife liked coming home to more than her family, it was her family in a warm and toasty house. 

“KK, you hungry?” he calls from the kitchen, being able to faintly hear footsteps padding around upstairs. He winces when he hears something thud to the ground, but assumes it was either Kat or her backpack. 

“Yeah!” the girl cheers from upstairs, causing Alex to chuckle and pull out some box mac and cheese from the cupboard. Kat had been a particularly picky eater lately, much to her parent’s annoyance, and had acquired a taste for a very limited amount of foods. Thankfully, she still liked mac and cheese, which was one of the few things both he and Jo could cook. Alex had gotten significantly better at cooking over the past year or so, but Jo was just as helpless as she was when she was in high school. Either way, both of them preferred takeout, but that wasn’t always an option when they had a two year old they had to take care of. 

“I’m making mac and cheese, change out of your clothes, put your jammies on, clean up your room, and it should be done by the time you are.” he calls up the steps, taking Kat heard him when a groan is what he received in response. Kat was all Jo in the fact that she was incredibly sassy, and not to mention stubborn. She was fine with changing into her pajamas, but she hated cleaning up her room. The way she saw it, it was like one big painting, with all of her toys and books scattered around, but to her parents, it looked like a tornado had come and hit her bedroom. No matter how many times the two of them put everything away, a couple days later Kat’s room only seemed to have gotten messier. Maybe they could blame it on the terrible twos, except rather than having her act out behavior wise, it was a complete destruction to her room. 

He pours the water into the pot, waiting for it to boil before adding the noodles. He pulls out his phone, skimming through emails and texts while the noodles cook, noticing a text from Jo that says that she just got off and was now heading home. 

Once the noodles were done, he pours in the cheese packet, followed by the milk and butter. He felt his mouth water, hunger from the day finally catching up to him. He was grateful that the box was large and Kat was so young, so that meant he could steal some of her dinner, and thankfully still have enough left over for Jo if she wanted some too. The last thing he had to eat was a small snack before his surgery hours ago. When the food finally came together, he turns off the stove, picking out a pink plastic bowl from the cabinet for Kat and a regular glass one for him. It was kind of funny how much their cupboards changed once they had their daughter. Half of what they owned was plastic and princess themed, cheap little things bought from places like the ninety-nine cent store. They quickly realized that the printed patterned bowls and cups from dollar stores worked just as well as the ten dollar four pack they purchased. Plastic spoons littered the drawers rather than just metal, little stars and hearts on the end of them different than tiny, intricate designs that they had gotten used to, since after their honeymoon they realized that one of the gifts they were registered for was real, fancy silverware. He liked those plastic spoons much more though. After all, the smile Kat got on her face when she asked for a princess spoon or fork never failed to melt his heart. 

Just as he placed Kat’s bowl on the island counter, the little girl comes bumbling down the stairs, dressed in her favorite Cinderella nightgown and stuffed monkey clutched in her hand. She practically runs to her stool, making grabby hands so Alex knew she needed to be picked up. He does so, placing her in the seat before she digs into her food, smiling as if it was the best mac and cheese she’s ever tasted. She shovels the food into her mouth, getting it all over her face, finishing it even quicker than Alex, all while talking about her day in daycare in only a way a parent would be able to understand. 

He laughs to himself, wetting a paper towel and wiping off her face, which proves to be a struggle because Kat couldn’t stop giggling. “Go put on some TV, I’ll clean up in here and we’ll watch something ‘till Mama gets home.” he ruffles her hair, messing up her ponytail, and Kat wastes no time before scurrying off the chair and dashing into the living room, climbing up on the couch and turning on the television, an old episode rerun of Max and Ruby playing. 

Alex finishes up in the kitchen, washing the bowls before putting them in the dishwater and starting it, since it was now a full load. He walks up the stairs to his and Jo’s room, throwing on a pair of pajama pants and a shirt before settling down on the couch, pulling his daughter close to him. Kat immediately snuggles into his side, taking a tiny fist and bawling it into his shirt, something she’d been doing since she was a baby. (Katrina would always be a baby in his eyes, it didn't matter how old she got.) 

Around halfway through the episode, he feels the little hand unclench his shirt, fingers start to violently attack his neck in strokes. He lets out a laugh, looking towards Kat, “What are you doing silly girl?” he grins. 

“Tickling you Daddy!” she cheers, continuing to try to get a laugh off of him. 

He opens his mouth dramatically, eyes widening as he takes in her delighted giggles. “Oh, Kitty-Kat, you don’t know what you’ve just done,” he sighs. Kat stops, looking up at her dad, confused. 

“You’ve unleashed,” he meets her eyes, breaking out into a wide smile, “the tickle monster!” he pulls her towards his tickling her feet, sides, and neck all at once, the little girl's loud laughs filling the air. 

“No tickle monster daddy!” she squeals, squirming around, trying to stop the attack on her sides, laughs echoing off the empty house. 

At that moment, Alex makes eye contact with a grinning Jo, who was just stepping through the front door. At the sound of her daughter’s laughs she felt wide awake, and she knew that by Alex’s mischievous look she could join in on the fun. She silently heads toward the couch, plopping down and starting her own fingers assault on the little one’s sides. 

“Mommy help!” Kat squirms once she sees her mom, looking directly at her with eyes that were a mirror image of her own. 

Jo pulls the girl into her arms, planting a big kiss on her head, leaving behind remnants of her cherry chapstick. “Mommy’ll save you KK,” she grins, only to bite her lip and pull away. 

“But Mommy is a tickle monster too!” she flips Kat around with ease, bringing her little feet up to her face and blowing raspberries on them like she did when she was still a baby. 

“No no Mommy no!” the girl giggles, thrashing around in a failed attempt to wiggle out of her grasp. Just to her luck, her dad decides to join in again, giggles turning into loud laughs that came from her little belly, a grin so wide neither one of them had ever seen it before. 

“I’m gonna eat you!” Jo presses little kisses all up the girls, legs acting as if they were bites, making her laugh even more in the process. Jo gnaws at the skin, making pops with her lips and clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Mmm,” she hums face scrunching up playfully, “delicious” she grins, the sound of her daughter giggles filling her ears until it was all she could hear.  

Alex and Jo share a look. This was one of those moments, the ones where all they wanted to do was just pause time and stay in this one freeze-frame for the rest of their lives. It was moments like these they wanted Kat to stay this way forever, this perfect age and unconditional love she had for everything. 

But for now, these pure, unfiltered moments of happiness were all they would need.