#okay he didn’t eat it because he didn’t trust it and was already feeling sick but still relatable

[lil-als]

James K Polk’s diary contains an entry where he talks about not wanting to eat the food at a dinner and quietly asking someone to try and find his comfort food.

[ryukatters]

swipe right — k. bakugo x fem! reader

✮ a/n: i remember seeing a post on here a long time ago about a character making a fake tinder profile for their gf and realizing how many people want her. (if someone knows the OG post please lmk so i can link it!) so now i present to you: bakugo falling to his knees in the middle of your apartment bedroom for the exact same reason.

✮ content/warnings: dubcon, quirkless/college! au, jealousy, possessiveness, breeding, creampie, unprotected sex, cum eating, cunnilingus, overstimulation, praise, biting, bkg gets a little rough with you, and bkg's also a fucking simp but when do I ever write him as being otherwise??

✮ summary: your boyfriend decides to make a fake tinder profile for you just to see how many matches you get. he comes to a realization just how many other people want what’s already his.

✮ word count: 4.2k (i'm so sick)

Bakugo can remember how this all started. In very vivid detail, actually. He remembers because Kaminari had pissed him off so much to the extent that it took him a very substantial amount of effort to refrain from bashing his friend’s face in.

It all started during the last monthly hangout amongst Bakugo and his friends— one day out of the month designated to make sure that they all had time to catch up with one another despite their busy schedules.

Everything was normal, with all of them getting more than enough of their fill of food and alcohol while idly playing video games and talking about random topics to fill in the silence in Kaminari’s living room. 

Perfectly normal, until Denki decided to open his stupid mouth, at least. 

He goes off on a tangent about a trend he saw on social media where someone makes a fake Tinder profile for their partner to see how many matches they’d get. He proceeds to tell Bakugo that he should try doing it, for “funsies,”— to which Bakugo scoffs at. 

“Aren’t you curious, Kacchan?” Kaminari smiles cheekily, wrapping an arm around his blond friend’s shoulders, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Bakugo’s becoming visibly more upset with every passing moment. 

“Your girlfriend is really pretty,” Mina chimes in, sticking her tongue out when Katsuki whips his head to glare at her. “I’m still surprised she’s with a grump like you.” 

Kaminari butts in, “I bet there’s a whole line of guys around the block just waiting for a chance to get with her. I mean, just look at her! Hell, I’d even let her peg m—”

For a moment, Bakugo swears he wants to bash Kaminari’s face into his flatscreen. And for a moment, he lets that impulsive thought win— getting up and grabbing two fistfuls of Denki’s shirt before promptly getting cut off by Kirishima.

“Alright alright,” Kirishima forcibly pries Bakugo off of the other blond, pushing him off to the side. “That’s enough, you two. Kaminari was just messing around. I’ll admit, it wasn’t a good joke, but no need to hurt the guy, okay Bakugo?” 

Kirishima knows that Kaminari wasn’t being that serious, but Kirishima can also admit that what he had to say held some ounce of truth. And Kirishima knows Bakugo well enough to see how your boyfriend tends to be rather skittish and protective with matters concerning you— which is exactly why Eijiro had to stop him before it was too late. He really didn’t feel like preparing for Denki’s funeral or helping hide Katsuki escape from a homicide charge.

And that was that…up until a few minutes ago.

Katsuki’s tried to forget that conversation. But try as he might, his mind betrays him and can’t help but wander back to what Denki said that night.

He trusts you of course, and has complete faith in your relationship. However, he’s curious to a fault, just about perhaps too curious for his own good. 

How badly could this end?

As it turns out, this whole scheme seems to be playing out very poorly. 

Dozens of photos of you— screenshotted from your social media accounts— fill Katsuki’s screen. He had to choose photos you uploaded yourself, because most of his photos of you were either too…suggestive or too domestic (and he wants to be the only one to see you in those moments).

He swipes through “your” profile one last time before clicking “done” to officially put you on the market. And just like that, Bakugo’s met with the faces of men who are nowhere near your level. He goes through the batch of profiles, scrutinizing each one he comes across. He’s (un)surprisingly selective with the ones he chooses to swipe right on— making sure that they’re at least somewhat conventionally attractive. To his surprise (or dread, rather), his phone pings right away with a notification from someone who swiped back. Another ping. A message. 

You free tonight? 

Bakugo scoffs. He looks through the guy’s profile— a picture of him at a party with his arms around some girls, another with him doing a victory pose presumably after hiking, and one with him holding a fish. He feels his mouth curl in disgust, about to give into the urge to reply and give this guy a piece of his mind, before he realizes he’s pretending to be you. He takes a deep breath, closes out of the app, and puts down his phone. 

He’s starting to regret this.

Bakugo’s phone has gone off 15 times in the last hour. Bakugo has also felt the need to strangle some stranger through the phone 15 times in the last hour. Your (read: his) profile has existed for less than 60 minutes, and you already have a whole address book of nobodies trying to link with you and get a quick fuck. 

He feels the familiar beginnings of a headache creeping up the back of his skull. He thinks he might need a drink. Why did he decide to do this again?

In hindsight, he probably should have known this is exactly how it was going to go down. 

What was that saying? Curiosity killed the cat?

Yeah.

He was never great at self-preservation in the first place. So this, the feeling of overwhelming jealousy, frustration, possessiveness brewing up a storm threatening to pour out of every single fiber of Bakugo’s being— was no surprise.

He watches as the numbers at the bottom of his screen increase steadily, before tapping on the star icon. 

‘99+ likes!’ it reads. Over 99 people who saw your profile and thought you were beautiful. Bakugo pales, and he can feel the cold sweat building on the nape of his neck. He grips his phone, knuckles turning white. Is he shaking from anger or nervousness?

Anger because all these guys think they even have the slightest chance with someone as amazing as you. Nervousness because what if you decide that they do? You wouldn’t actually leave him for one of these guys, right? Right?

None of these men would walk through hell and back for you. They don’t know how you like your coffee, the details of your skin care routine, how you like to binge watch shows and talk Katsuki’s ear off about them (not that he ever minded, of course). They don’t know you, not like he does. Katsuki looks at you like you hung the moon. In fact, he’s pretty convinced that you did. Everything good in his life— the warmth, the color, the joy,— is encompassed by you. He’d be damned if he lets some greasy little nobody take that from him. Because the moment Bakugo fell in love with you, you became a part of him— inextricably and indefinitely. Loving you has become so intrinsic to him, that even the mere thought of another person loving you or looking at you the same way he does has him going insane. Not that anyone could love you like he did, though. That thought brings him some comfort, but not for long. 

One last notification he sees sends him spiraling. Bakugo swears that he can see red. That’s when he deletes the app, and throws his poor phone in some random corner of the living room, which is markedly one of the smarter choices he’s made as of late. He marches to your bedroom with a fire burning in his chest. 

He stops short of the door and finds you sitting at the edge of your shared bed, fresh out of the shower. You’re applying lotion, and he watches the cream absorb into your skin wordlessly, in awe at how overwhelmingly beautiful you manage to look in the most prosaic of tasks. For a second, he almost forgets the reason he was upset in the first place.  

Your hair is still damp, water droplets accumulating at the tips, and Katsuki feels his mouth run dry the minute he watches a stray bead fall and make its way down your neck and stop perfectly in the dip of your collarbone. Your very existence is forever etched into his heart, every inch of you carved into his memory, but even still he can never get tired of looking at you. At every angle, in every lighting, he needs to see you in it. You could call him obsessed, but he’d simply laugh and agree, because what’s so wrong with that? Especially if it’s you. 

You’re one to be studied— to be adored, Katsuki thinks, to the greatest capacity. It’s what you deserve. And what better person for that task to fall upon than him?

He finds himself naturally gravitating towards you, his finger tracing the same exact path the water had carved just moments before, wordlessly. You try to pay no mind, but it’s difficult as you realize just how close Bakugo was and how your towel barely manages to cover up your most intimate parts. One wrong move and you’d be exposed. With how things were playing out, and the predatory glint in the blond’s eyes, you don’t think your boyfriend would be too perturbed with your current predicament. 

Katsuki presses a delicate kiss to your forehead before he crouches down. Suddenly, you’re at eye level with one another, his hot breath tickling your lips. You think for a moment he’s going to kiss you so you lean forward, lips waiting. But he merely grazes them before he sucks a deep bruise into the juncture of your neck, biting slightly. 

You’re barely given any time to react before he’s grabbing the hand that’s securing your towel and ripping it away, the offending garment falling off your body. Your flesh prickles with goosebumps as its exposed to the sudden chill.  It’s quickly replaced by the heat of Bakugo’s body as he pushes you lightly, your back hitting the mattress. He crawls on top of you, muscular thighs on either side of your hips, your head placed conveniently between his forearms. He’s trapped you, a nonverbal challenge for you to try and escape. 

You’re a work of art, he thinks, but much more valuable than any pièce de résistance framed in any museum. 

Beautiful, yes, but far too blank for his liking. He wants to ruin you, make you his own personal magnum opus. And so he does. 

He presses a clothed knee against your bare cunt, pressing firmly. His lips continue their assault on your neck, leaving angry purpling bruises in their wake. Rough hands find your breast, and you moan in surprise when he gives both of them a harsh squeeze as he shoves his tongue into your mouth. Katsuki kisses you like a man dying of thirst, hungry for everything you can offer him and more. It’s all too much already, the way he’s kissing you has your mind reeling, and you have to turn your head away for a moment to catch your breath. Katsuki thinks it’s a moment too long without you, so he coaxes you into locking lips with him once more. A wave of mischievousness washes over you, prompting you to take your boyfriend’s lower lip in between your teeth, biting down lightly. 

You feel his breath hitch, before he lets out a low groan as he grinds his clothed dick against your bare wetness. He returns the favor, sucking on your bottom lip before letting it go with a wet pop. He pulls back with a lazy smirk, his lips pursing together to scatter messy kisses down the base of your throat and down your chest, alternating between sucking and biting at the flesh. 

He gives you a good once-over, scanning every surface, committing them to memory. You feel the need to curl into yourself with how intensely those vermillion eyes are piercing into you, memorizing every single curve, scar, freckle like he’s done time and time again. 

He drops down to his knees, broad shoulders bullying their way in between your legs, forcibly prying them open. He grips your hips, fingertips digging into the soft flesh, and drags you down the mattress until your legs are dangling off the bed.

“Jesus, Kats, be more gentle.”

“Shhh. I know you like it when I’m not gentle,” he chuckles. As if to prove a point, he pulls you down even further, giving a harsh bite to your inner thigh. He smiles deviously when you yelp. You try to pull at his hair but his reflexes are too quick, pinning both of your wrists down on either side of you easily. “Besides, this is the perfect height for me to eat you out, dontcha think baby?” 

You want to chastise him for being so crass, so Katsuki, but the words die on the tip of your tongue the minute he gives a sweet, loving kiss to your clit, sucking lightly. 

“You’re mine. I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this except for me.” 

You’re not entirely sure what brought this on, but you find it hard to complain when Bakugo drags his tongue from your throbbing clit to inside your pussy, drinking everything you have to offer. 

Your hands automatically try to find purchase in his blond locks, struggling against the vice grip Katsuki has on your wrists. He decides to take pity on you, loosening his hold so you can slip your hands into his hair, moaning appreciatively when he feels you tug. He rewards you by flicking his tongue on your clit over and over again, just the way you like it. He does it until your moans begin to pitch higher and higher, the same way that they do when you’re close. He doesn’t stop his ministrations even after you cum, riding out your orgasm until your thighs are shaking from overstimulation. He pulls away from you with a loud pop, taking in the sight before him. 

He runs a hand up and down your thigh soothingly. “So fucked out already and we’re barely getting started, baby.”

Your mind is barely processing his words before you feel Katsuki’s erection brush against your stomach, his clothing haphazardly discarded on the floor. He taps the head of his dick against your clit to tease you, a feeling of satisfaction swelling when you cry out from under him.  

He watches in fascination as strings of your arousal cling to him. He positions his length at your entrance, locking eyes with you as you hold your breath in anticipation. Katsuki likes you like this. Needy for him. 

 “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, you know that?” He slips into you with a stuttered groan. 

Katsuki’s always been big. You never get used to the initial stretch, no matter how many times you two fuck. Still, that doesn’t stop him from sliding in with ease from the slick of your last orgasm. It easily coats his cock as he gives a few experimental thrusts. He groans in rapture. How do you manage to feel so good every time? It’s enough to drive him insane. Perhaps he already is. 

“So fucking perfect, no wonder why all those losers want you.” He mutters out the last part, and you’re not sure if you caught that right. 

“What?” He chooses not to respond, and you aren’t given the opportunity to think any further before your legs are thrown over his shoulders, Katsuki’s weight effectively pinning you in place. The stretch knocks all the wind out of your lungs, and all you can do is cling to Katsuki, nails leaving red, angry lines on his well-defined back.

He wastes no time before he starts drilling into you, hips slotting in between your legs perfectly. The position has him pressed against your clit, and your entire body feels like it’s been set ablaze, with Katsuki holding both the power to have it burn even brighter and the ability to extinguish it. And you’re almost there, you can feel your soul slowly ascending, your room filled with hymns of pleasure, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter, threatening to unravel along with your sanity. Katsuki can feel it too— the way you’re squeezing him tighter, how your gasps and moans have climbed just a note higher, how absolutely ruined you look, how he’s responsible for your current state. Which is exactly why he wants to push it even further, he wants to see how much you’ll break for him— and only him. 

Katsuki cuts you off right before you can reach your peak, pulling out but making sure just his tip is inserted. You come to and take a look at your lover and marvel at the sight. He has a crazed look in his eyes. The way he smirks is absolutely wicked. 

You feel distraught— having been so close but having it ripped away from you. You give your boyfriend a petulant pout.

“Katsuki,” you whine, slapping a hand against his sweaty chest, “Why’d you stop? I was so close!”

“Because I didn’t want you to cum yet,” he says simply. “You’ll be good for me, yeah? I’ll give my baby what she deserves, as long as she’s good.” 

You roll your eyes, huffing. That won’t do for him.

As much as he loves seeing you indulge, he feels a need to punish you— at least a little bit to even begin to atone for being the wicked temptress you are. 

“Don’t be a fuckin’ brat,” Bakugo growls, gripping your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks, causing your lips to purse slightly. “I said be good, okay? Wanna take my time with you.” 

There’s a moment of respite, until you sigh in defeat, knowing better than to argue with him lest you wanted to dig your own grave. “‘Kay, ‘ki.”

He flashes you a smile. Obedient, just how he likes you. “Good girl.”

Katsuki draws his hips back, thrusting just enough to fuck his tip into you. He’s teasing. The amount of willpower on his end it takes not to cum is nauseating. 

“You’re so pretty, aren’t you?” he rasps, one hand finding their way around your neck, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. Your hands reflexively grab his wrist. 

All you can manage is a fucked out moan. Katsuki has to resist the urge to coo, about how he’s managed to turn you into a cockdrunk mess in such a short matter of time. The wave of possessiveness that’s been gnawing at the depths of his soul begins to seep out, and he’s reminded of the reason why the two of you are in this position in the first place. 

He gives your throat another squeeze and a rough slap to your clit. “C’mon princess, answer me. Say it.” He slowly adds more and more pressure until your ears grow hot and air feels like a precious commodity. 

“I-i’m pretty,” you manage to gasp out, tears spilling from your lash line as you begin to lose yourself between the space of pleasure and pain. 

Good. Always so pliant for him.

“That’s right, baby,” he concedes. “So fuckin’ beautiful.” He punctuates the last word with a deep thrust, right against that spongy spot that feels so good. You’re so sensitive that it’s enough to send you spiraling into your second orgasm, walls spasming around him uncontrollably. 

Katsuki stills, staving off his own release with all the restraint he can summon. He silently thanks whatever divine forces are out there that he didn’t cum the minute he felt the first clench of your orgasm. 

He grits his teeth as he wills himself to move, trying not to get lost in the wetness that envelops him. You’re babbling now, senseless moans filling Katsuki’s ears like a sweet melody. 

“Kats, please, I’m too sensitive—” You’re shaking now, muscles trembling with every thrust. 

“But I’m not done with you yet,” he says simply, drawing his hips back with a particularly rough thrust. You choke back whatever you were going to say with a loud cry. “What’s your color, baby?”

You take a moment to answer, brain trying to comprehend the words just uttered to you. You look at Katsuki firmly, “Green.”

“Atta girl,” he praises, the drive of his hips beginning to shallow. He’s close, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out. But for you, he tries. “You’re mine, right?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, shivering as goosebumps dance across your skin. 

“Say it,” Katsuki pleads, thrusts growing sloppy by the second. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m all yours, ‘ki.” 

With that, Katsuki’s fate is sealed. He’s left groaning as a flash of pleasure shakes his very soul, filling you up with so much cum that it dribbles onto the mattress even while he’s still inside you. You follow suit, an embarrassingly obscene rhythm of squelching noises fill the silence as you spasm around his dick. He collapses on top of you, but he’s still coherent enough to not dump all his weight on you. 

Your labored breaths fill the room as the two of you come to. Katsuki pulls out of you with a wince, still a bit sensitive. He gives you a peck on the lips before he drags himself down, settling in between your legs much like he was earlier. 

You tense up, “Kats, wait—”

Any and all protests cease the moment Bakugo works his tongue inside of you, slurping lewdly as he drags out the mixture of your cum and his, swallowing. He tries not to stimulate your puffy clit in an attempt to be merciful, but you still feel yourself steadily climbing to what would be your fourth orgasm this session. While the past three have been intense and drowning, this one comes to you in waves, dull pleasure invading your senses as Katsuki continues to eat you out to clean you up. 

He pulls away when you finish, your slick and his saliva coating his chin before he wipes it off on the back of his hand. You stare at his half-hard erection with a half concerned, half quizzical look. “Do you…” you lick your lips, “need help with that? I’m a little sensitive down there  but I could use my mout—”

“Nah, I’m good babe,” he says earnestly, flashing you a smile that he only ever shows around you. “I’ll be back.” With that, your boyfriend leaves the room only to come back with a bottle of water. 

“Drink.” You comply, finishing half the bottle graciously before handing it to him. He downs the rest before he settles next to you on the bed, laying on his side. You mirror him, shifting your body so that you’re both facing each other. 

Katsuki reaches out, finger idly tracing random shapes and lines onto the bare skin on your hip. He has a pensive look on his face, one that he usually doesn’t hold after stolen moments like this; it’s an expression he wears when he’s in deep thought. 

“Baby,” you call out. His eyes snap to yours, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah?”

“Whatcha thinking about?” You watch as a hesitant look flashes across your boyfriend’s face before he shakes his head.

“S’nothin’. Just thinkin’ about us two.” He speaks lightly. It’s always been difficult for him to voice his inner thoughts and feelings, so he tends to beat around the bush. You’ve learned that if you ever want something out of him, you’d have to pry a little. Katsuki always indulges you though. 

“What about us?”

“Do you- do you think you’ll ever get tired of this?” He repeats himself, clearing his throat. The question is followed by a weaker, “...of me?”

You think it’s the most ridiculous question he’s ever asked, because the answer should be obvious. “I’d never get tired of you, Katsuki. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he replies automatically, “but if I ever do anything that upsets you, or if I get too much for you, or if I—” he’s rambling now. Yes, it’s difficult for Katsuki to talk about his feelings, but once you manage to get him to open up, all the walls of his self-made fortress come crashing down and it’s up to you to pick up the pieces. 

“Baby,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips, cupping his sharp jaw with one hand. “Look at me.” And he does— ruby eyes meeting yours. “I love you because you’re you. And I choose to be with you everyday. It’s not always gonna be perfect, no relationship is. But I know that I will always wake up and choose you.” 

You can see the anxiety melt away from Katsuki’s body, shoulders slumping as he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

“Love you too, sap,” is all he says before he’s pulling you against his chest, squeezing you into a bearhug. You two stay that way until both of you are lulled to sleep. 

You’re laying in bed with Katsuki, both of you dozing off when you hear a slight buzz from your phone on the nightstand. You squint as you try to read the notification, and make out that it’s from your friend.

Denki Kaminari: So did it work?

You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing, giving a quick glance over your shoulder to check on your boyfriend— fast asleep. You turn back to your phone, your thumbs making quick work at your keyboard. 

You: Just like I said it would. Thanks Denki :)

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[devildom-moss]

October poll story

Barbatos - Monster kink

(Barbatos x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (top!Barbatos / bottom!MC) (NSFW tags: monster!Barbatos - non-canon/enhanced demonic features including increased greed and lust, claws, sharp teeth, forked tongue that matches his tail, bigger tail, and bigger "tail"; sex involving magic; no specified sex organs for MC; oral - receiving; penetration - receiving; tail penetration; double stuffed by one man - tail and penis penetration simultaneously; technically masturbation; mild bloodplay, mild primal play; begging; multiple orgasms; seriously judging myself at this point CNC - Somno; mild temperature play; implied being used as a human sex toy; no lube - but tail is naturally wet, so mostly no lube; no condom; overstim - receiving; creampie; mentions of very trusting sex)

(other tags: Plot heavy - in the first half, then it basically all erotica, everyone is annoyed with Solomon poor guy kinda?)

Word Count: +4,600 new longest fic for me?

When you heard that Diavolo was going on an overnight trip without Barbatos, you knew you had to go to the castle and get as much alone time as you could with your favorite butler. Considering that Diavolo was also being left in Lucifer’s very capable hands during the trip, you figured Barbatos wouldn’t be in the anxious state that typically overcame him when Lord Diavolo wasn’t under his close watch. So, when you turned up unannounced at the castle that morning only for Little D. no. 2 to answer the door, something seemed off. You tried not to worry, though. Barbatos was probably preoccupied with one of his many tasks.

“Well, if it isn’t Number 2, how are you doing today?” You smiled and patted his head.

“MC! I’m so happy to see you! Are you here to visit Mr. Barbatos? Ooh, I wonder if he’ll come out of his room for you. No one has seen him at all this morning, and when I knocked on his door to check for him, I heard this weird noise before he asked me to leave him alone. Can you believe that? Well, I thought maybe he wasn’t feeling good, so I brought him some tea – now, it wasn’t anywhere near as good as the tea he makes, but when I brought it, he told me that it wasn’t necessary. I left it at the door, but guess what? When I checked back, the tea was cold and untouched. I don’t know what to do, and I didn’t want to call anyone yet because that seems like something Mr. Barbatos would get mad at me for, but since you’re already here, maybe you could check on him and make sure he’s okay.” The monologue recounting this morning’s events spilled from Number 2’s mouth quickly and with no room for interruption.

Without much thought, you had followed Number 2 in the direction of Barbatos’s room – some attempt to physically follow along with his story as your brain processed the information. You let the words absorb into your mind, fishing for a relevant question. It was already past 10AM. Barbatos was always up and about by now. “Did he sound sick?”

“Can’t say. If not sick, he definitely sounded strange – like he was talking with his mouth half-full or something.” Number 2 hummed and tilted his head to the side. “Or, you know how when you bite your tongue or burn it on your soup because it smells too good not to eat it right away – even though Mr. Barbatos warned you to be careful and let it cool?”

“Sure.” You shook your head and stared down the hall. Barbatos’s room was just a few doors down.

“Anyway, I think something is wrong, so I’d really appreciate it if you could look out for Mr. Barbatos. If he really is sick, you’ll take care of him, right?”

“I’d be happy to.”

“Great.” Little D. no. 2 stopped in front of Barbatos’s door and turned around to face you. “I’ll leave it to you. I’m sure the rest of us can find a way to keep the castle running while you tend to Mr. Barbatos, so don’t worry about anything else!”

“Thank you, Number 2. You’re so reliable.” You could tell how worried and eager to help he was. Number 2 nodded and left you outside of Barbatos’s door. You stood there silently for a second, listening for any strange noises or coughs, before gently knocking. “Barbatos, it’s me. Can I come in?”

“MC?” Your name was quiet and muffled.

“Barbatos? I’m going to enter, alright?”

“Wait. I –” he started to protest in an unusually slurred speech, but it was too late. You had already opened the door.

Barbatos’s eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of his bedroom. He had backed himself against the nearest wall. His typically gloved hands were bare, revealing sharp, claw-like nails. One of those hands shot up over his mouth. You heard his tail thump against the wall a few times before he grabbed it with his free hand, stilling its aggravated motions.

“What’s wrong?” you asked him cautiously. He looked different – more demonic than usual.

“Solomon,” Barbatos responded with his hand still over his mouth, only exacerbating his strange enunciation. He was frozen in place.

Of course. You sighed and shut your eyes. What did he do this time? You closed the door behind you and took a few steps into the room. Barbatos eyed you with every move – even as you reached into your pocket to pull out your D.D.D.

“I’ll call him, okay?”

You waited for the phone to ring once before you put it on speaker. Solomon picked up in seconds. “MC, my adorable apprentice, what can I do for you?”

“What the fuck did you do to Barbatos?” you asked him aggressively.

“What do you mean?”

“Something’s wrong with him, and he said it’s your fault.” Technically, that was a bit of a jump considering the facts you had at hand, but it was a logical conclusion.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“Let’s see, slightly glowing eyes and the sudden appearance of claws to start. And – if you don’t mind me adding, Barbatos – his tail looks bigger than before.”

“His tail . . .is bigger?”

“Longer. Thicker. Girthier. Do you need more adjectives?”

“Just his tail?”

“For fucks sake. I didn’t strip him down and give him a full body exam.”

Solomon hummed. “Anything else?”

“He sounds weird – like he has a lisp.” You glanced over at Barbatos, whose cheeks had grown pinker since the beginning of the call. He dropped his hand slowly and opened his mouth, revealing sharp teeth and a long, forked tongue that looked like his tail. A shiver shot down your spine, and you let out a shaky breath before adding, “that’s new.”

“What’s new?” Solomon asked, unable to disguise his intrigue.

“Sharp teeth and a forked tongue.”

You heard a breezy laugh on the other end of the line. “So, good news: I figured out what happened. I accidentally swapped the magical tea blend I made for Barbatos with the one I made for Asmodeus. Oops.”

“Oops?” You sighed while Barbatos let out a low, guttural growl.

“Asmo asked me for a tea to enhance some of his more demonic features for a photoshoot. It seems Barbatos got Asmo’s tea, so Asmo – oh, speak of the devil. He’s calling.”

“Add him to our call.” You looked over at Barbatos, wishing you could apologize for Solomon’s behavior silently.

“What gives, Solomon? Your tea was a total flop. I tested it as soon as I got up this morning. I wanted to check out my enhanced demon features before the shoot tomorrow – maybe indulge in them a bit on my own. Nothing has happened. You promised quick results. I’m still my same, gorgeous self, and all your stupid potion did was give me the urge to organize all of my make-up and tidy half of my closet. I was really depending on you to come through for me here.” Asmo complained, clearly annoyed by Solomon’s failure.

“You basically made Adderall tea for Barbatos?” you asked, staring between Barbatos and your phone.

“Barbatos?” Asmo questioned. “Also, hey, MC~! Are you calling to yell at Solomon, too?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” You nodded.

“Can I speak?” Solomon added quickly, coming to his own defense since no one else was going to. “First, Barbatos asked for something to soothe him and enhance productivity so he could make good use of his day without Diavolo. Second, we had a little mix up, Asmo –”

“ – we?” you interrupted.

“Okay, I had a mix up. You have the blend I made for Barbatos. Barbatos took some of yours. MC is with him now.”

“Ooh. Enhanced demon form Barbatos sounds sexy. Does he look sexy, MC?” Asmo cooed.

“Focus, Asmo,” you responded, too embarrassed to admit the truth. Well, the truth other than that Solomon clearly sucked at making magical Adderall.

“Asmo. I have plenty of the magical blend I made for you left over. I’ll bring it by in a bit, alright? Will that resolve everything on your end?” Solomon’s voice sounded sweet, but there was a grave calmness to it.

“Yes.”

“Then hang up and wait for me, please.” Asmo did as Solomon asked, leaving the sorcerer to clean up the rest of his mess. “As for you and Barbatos, MC, I’m afraid there isn’t much I can do to reverse the effects. Depending on how much he drank, it should wear off anywhere within a few minutes to a full day. Until then, I suggest you leave Barbatos alone. All of his demonic senses are heightened – that includes his urges. He may be dangerous to be around until the effects clear up.”

You looked at Barbatos. His glowing eyes were wide and damp, and his gaze hadn’t left you once during the entire call; even when you looked away, you could feel him staring. His knuckles were white from gripping his tail so tightly. He was even trembling slightly. “No. I’m sorry. I can’t do that. He looks miserable like this. I’m not leaving him. It’ll be fine, just trust me.”

“MC.” Solomon wanted to warn you against it again, but there was no use in arguing with you. “Be careful and call me if you need me.”

“Alright, and Solomon? Learn how to label your shit.” You said it sweetly, but he knew you were livid.

“Sorry! Don’t be mad.”

You hung up the phone and returned your attention to Barbatos. He backed away, pressing his shoulders flush against the wall, as you approached him. It was hard to believe that this was a more demonic version of Barbatos. He seemed so timid and scared. Slowly, you reached your hand out to smooth his hair down. His low growl echoed off the walls like there was thunder muffled inside his chest.

Barbatos gulped and opened his mouth to speak, showing you a glimpse of those magic-sharpened teeth and that tongue – now forked and dyed black and aqua. Overcome by a sudden shyness about his new state, Barbatos covered his mouth again to speak. His breath was unsteady, and his words were quiet. “You should go.”

“But you look miserable. Isn’t there something I can do to help?”

Barbatos dropped his hand, and his gaze followed, landing on the floor. “Help? Please don’t tempt me when I’m like this. I’ve been holding back since you walked into that door – since I first caught your scent from down the hall, if I’m honest.”

You inched closer, testing the waters – testing his control before you cupped his cheeks in your hands and searched his face. When you finally caught his gaze, you realized up-close how unusually terrified he was. You’d never seen him like this, and it only made you want to protect him more – to soothe the fear this spell had pulled from him. Barbatos bit his lip, and for a second you worried he might draw blood, but he didn’t.

“Please,” Barbatos begged with a shaky exhale. You rubbed his cheek with your thumb, hoping to ease his mind. “Don’t touch me any further. I’ll only want more. I won’t be able to stop myself.”

Greed. That was his innate sin. You knew that, and it had never been a concern – even when he lost control. There was always a spark of fear – worry on the lighter days – in his eyes when you caused his composure to faulter. It flashed like lightning. Sometimes, you had to wonder if you had seen anything at all or if your eyes – if his eyes – were playing tricks on you.

The love Barbatos offered was a love that said, “I would like to cherish you always. I will treat you sweetly, and if I must be rough, it will be thoughtful and restrained.” He had never pushed your limits – never even toed the line – unless you asked him to. Now, he was warning you that he did not know his own limits. A dark, selfish, possessive need in him threatened to take everything you would offer him and then some. Barbatos was pleading with you to turn him down, to not indulge him. This was your last chance, and you knew it. All his willpower, reduced into one last-ditch effort to dissuade your trust in him – a final, feeble, “please.”

When you brought your lips to his, it was over. Until that potion wore off, he could indulge his greed until he was sick and bursting with sin; until every ounce of it had spilled over into you, you had committed to take it.

Barbatos wasted no time deepening the kiss. His forked tongue slithered into your mouth, wet and oddly cool compared to the heat of his breath. It wasn’t unpleasant; in fact, you felt a slight shame in how erotic you found this strange new sensation. His tongue entwined with yours like it had never done before. Barbatos also found himself aroused by his new abilities – even more so when you moaned for him. Eager to explore further, Barbatos plunged his tongue deeper down your throat until you could barely breathe. You felt seconds – millimeters – away from gagging on him and pressed against his chest, trying to break the kiss.

Barbatos pulled away, allowing your lungs to recover, but the desperation on his face was worse than ever. Panting and ravenous, he spoke in half-growls: “More. I need more.”

His impatience displayed itself in the way he stripped you of your clothes – reckless with buttons and balling the fabric up tightly in his hands. All the restraint he had went towards refraining from tearing your clothes to shreds. He needed access to more of your body, and with every bit of skin he revealed, Barbatos licked, sucked, and bit part of your exposed flesh.

The feeling of his cool tongue gliding up your forearm made you shiver. Barbatos sank his sharp teeth into your shoulder, breaking the skin and sending a tingling pain through your body. He soothed it by running his soft tongue over the bite mark in slow circles before he licked a trail up your neck, paving a path for him to place hickeys along. Time was lost to you between Barbatos sucking your neck and pawing at your naked body. The sensation of his claws gently scraping along your lower back left you arching into him.

When Barbatos was satisfied with his assault on your neck, he dropped to your chest, marking you and teasing your nipples between the prongs of his tongue. For someone who claimed to be unable to control himself, he sure was taking his sweet time building up your pleasure. If he hadn’t dipped between your legs when he did, you might have found yourself reduced to begging for him.

Barbatos took in the sight of how aroused he had gotten you. His breathing was labored, causing his chest and shoulders to heave. He had waited long enough. You felt his tail wrap around your thigh and pull you closer until you were right in front of his face. His warm breath primed your body for that first, slow, tender lick. Followed by another. Then, one more before his tongue was swirling circles around you. He sucked and licked you ravenously, moaning repeatedly into your body. Barbatos’s moaning was peppered with the occasional growl – reminding you, lest the lust caused you to forget, that Barbatos was an untethered beast.

He clawed up your thighs in the same ravenous manner. Claws sank into the flesh of your ass and thighs, scratching you and pulling you back against him whenever you had squirmed too far away for his liking. You couldn’t escape the constant barrage of stimulation and pleasure. Barbatos refused to stop until he pulled an orgasm out of you. Even then, he overstimulated your sensitive skin with a few teasing licks, cleaning up some of the mess he had made of you. Your knees buckled, but Barbatos got to his feet and pulled you close to support you.

You had not even caught your breath nor come down from your high before Barbatos was kissing you again. He slipped his cum-stained tongue back down your throat, ensuring that you tasted yourself. A low growl rumbled deep in Barbatos’s chest that shook you to your core. The storm had not passed. You weren’t even in the eye of it yet.

As Barbatos continued to kiss you, the familiar sensation of his tail wrapping around your thigh caught your attention. This time, instead of pulling you close, he pulled your legs apart. Had he not been holding you tight, you would have stumbled with the sudden jolt. The silky tips of his forked-tendril-like tail teased between your legs in gentle alternating strokes, occasionally lingering to cup you for a few seconds before the pressure slipped away. Barbatos was building you up all over again. You gripped his shoulders, simultaneously trying to ground and support yourself.

Despite the cloud of lust disorienting him, Barbatos recognized the signs of your weakness and dragged you towards his bed. Even as he pulled you across the room, his tail refused to stop teasing you and preparing you for what was to come. Barbatos had no sooner finally stopped kissing you when your back hit his mattress with a soft thud. Staring up at him, you saw a distorted image of the demon you adored. Maybe it was the enhanced demonic features and those glowing green eyes, or maybe it was the look on his face that told you he was not quite the same Barbatos. His hunger for you had never been this strong – perhaps it would never be this primal and ferocious again. Repressing any fear or hesitation, you wanted to revel in his uninhibited lust.

Fortunately, Barbatos’s tail had a natural wetness to it that aided in the insertion. He lacked the clarity and patience to apply lube before the tips of his tail squirmed into your body. Barbatos delighted in the way your face contorted in pleasure – how you bit your lip to hold back a moan. The prongs of his tail felt cool and soft as they stretched you out, applying pressure to the most sensitive places inside of you. You writhed under him, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to touch you more.

Barbatos scratched his claws gently down your ribs and towards your navel. He fucked deeper into you with his tail and applied slight pressure to your pelvis with his palm, stretching his fingers out above your stomach. Those claws loomed threateningly above your skin while his tail pumped in and out of you. You thought his tail had looked bigger than before, but now you could feel just how much thicker he was. However, you only had a few seconds to dwell on the size before the threat of claws came to fruition and dug into your stomach. The outermost layer of skin split for him, and five distinct pink marks appeared on your stomach; he nearly drew blood. You whined at the pain, but the way your back arched and your muscles tightened told Barbatos that you were in more pleasure than pain.

A brief flash of normalcy came when you heard Barbatos chuckle and saw his lips tug into a wicked smile. “Are you cumming again?”

The noises you were making as another wave of intense pleasure overtook you were the only response Barbatos needed. He was kind enough to slow the movements of his tail as you tried to bring yourself down. It wasn’t fair. Barbatos was making you feel incredible. You were supposed to be the one taking care of him, but there you were, stripped and writhing on your back. All the while, Barbatos was still fully clothed – barring the lack of his standard gloves which had already been removed prior to your arrival. You wanted to make him feel good too.

You reached out for his pants, trying to undo them so you could at least touch him, but Barbatos took hold of your hands and stopped you. “Please, let me focus on you for a bit longer. Please?”

There was no sweetness in his begging – only desperation. It was less of a plea and more of a demand. Refusal seemed off the table, even if you chose it, but you couldn’t. You could hardly refuse Barbatos when he said “please” under normal circumstances – and even less so when he stared at you with such wanton desire.

Barbatos entwined his fingers with yours and held your hands while he watched you come apart on his tail. The way you rolled your hips to get him to press the spot that left your mouth agape was so cute. If he had been gifted with more patience and less greed, Barbatos would have relished in the sight of you fucking yourself on his tail and using him – especially in the exhausted, fucked-out state you were in. Did you realize how flushed you were? Could you feel how hot your skin had become? Were you aware that you had scarcely stopped whimpering and moaning for him in the last few minutes?

“You’re taking it so well,” Barbatos cooed. His affectionate gaze held your attention, even as he pulled another intense wave of pleasure from you. Something about the dim glow of his eyes captivated you. “You’re doing such a good job for me, but can you keep it up?”

Barbatos slid his tail half-way out of you as he dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed. He was trying to go back down on you, but with no opportunity to recover, you weren’t sure how much more you could take. You tugged his hair and stopped his lips and tongue from overstimulating you, earning a whine from him.

“Barbatos, I need you to fuck me now,” you demanded. You couldn’t take another round without at least making him cum once.

Barbatos savored that desperation in you – even if it was just a fraction of his own. He nuzzled your inner thigh playfully. “Just one more taste?”

“No.” You pulled his hair again and made him look at you. “I need it now.”

“Very well.” Barbatos pulled his tail out of you completely and got to his feet. For a second, the way he spoke was so calm that you believed the tea must have been wearing off. Those shining green eyes stayed fixed on your body as he removed his clothes, tossing them into a dark corner of the room. Perhaps the storm was showing signs of passing.

When Barbatos dropped his pants, you couldn’t keep your eyes off the bulge in his underwear and the damp stain, but he didn’t stay contained for long. He stripped fully, finally releasing his cock. He was so hard, and he dripped precum onto the floor. Your mouth watered. Well, if Solomon asked again, it wasn’t just Barbatos’s tail that was bigger than usual. However, you had already taken his tail; you could take this, too. You wanted it.

Your eyes glanced back up at Barbatos’s face as he aligned himself, rubbing his dick against your entrance. Those glowing eyes caught yours, stalling your breath. Even in the dim lighting, those eyes now seemed to be the darkest thing in the room. A low, satisfied growl escaped Barbatos – the last warning from a predator closing in on his prey. The storm was not over, you had merely found yourself in the eye of it for one brief, relenting moment.

He rocked his hips into you, relying on precum and the combined fluids from you and his tail to lubricate himself as he slowly pushed every inch he could get into you. You gasped. The sensation was so different from his tail – so much warmer, pulsating and throbbing inside of you. That initial slow thrust was for your benefit, but it was not intended to set his pace. Barbatos quickly picked up speed, transitioning into rapid, shallow thrusts that repeatedly rubbed against your walls. Still, he seemed to be focusing on maximizing your pleasure.

“I need more,” Barbatos warned you, but you were drowning in too much pleasure, moaning and panting beneath him, to register his warning.

Instead, you whimpered at the shock of Barbatos slipping his tail inside of you. The forked ends swirled around Barbatos’s cock as he continued fucking you, stimulating you both at the same time. It felt like thick, cool, squirming ridges around a hot, throbbing core. Not even an advanced toy could do this to you. But it wasn’t enough for him. Barbatos reached down between your legs to stimulate you further – somehow lucid enough to take care not to scratch you. His touch was light and gentle, contrasting his other insatiable actions, and making your head spin. It was all too much for you. You came again, tightening around Barbatos as you did. He kept fucking you through it.

A pleased moan escaped Barbatos, signaling that he was close. His hands slid up your body slowly, and then, without warning, he clawed down your sides and grabbed your hips. A stinging sensation immediately followed. He gripped your hips so firmly that his claws broke the skin as he forced himself so deep into you that it almost ached. Barbatos gave you a few more deep thrusts before he bottomed out and held you in place. He pumped his cum into the deepest parts of you, filling you up.

Barbatos lolled his head back with a sigh and a smirk. His chest heaved. It took you squirming against his pelvis for Barbatos to realize that he was still holding your hips up against him. He slid his cock out of you, released his tail’s grip around himself, and gently laid you back down.

You looked so blissful and exhausted, but Barbatos had just gotten started. Simply looking at your flushed face and heaving chest was making him hard again. He caressed your cheek; some of the blood he had drawn from clawing at your hips smeared onto your skin. Barbatos leaned down and licked up the mess. When your cheek was clean once more, Barbatos whispered into your ear, “I’m so sorry, lovely. I’m not done. Do I have your permission to keep going?”

His words floated around your hazy mind. You smiled at him affectionately with your eyes half-lidded and reached up to stroke his cheek. Exhaustion was overcoming you. “Yes. Take whatever you need until you feel better.”

“Even if you fall asleep?” Barbatos asked with some of the timidness from earlier.

“Even if I pass out. Even if it hurts. Even if I cry. Be as greedy as you have to be with me.” Maybe you were cum-drunk. Or maybe you just wanted to make Barbatos feel better. Either way, you resigned yourself to being used for the next few minutes or hours or days.

“Thank you, my love.” Barbatos kissed your cheek sweetly.

You watched the dim glow of his eyes dreamily, focusing on them until the rest of the room began to disappear. With your body spent, all you could do was whimper as you felt Barbatos enter you again. Even the pleasure began to dull as you let yourself slip further into the haze. His deep growls and panting were the last thing you heard as your mind fell silent.

Your last thought before a sweet dream swept over you was that, without a doubt, Barbatos would be a mix of grateful and apologetic when you woke up again.

In the morning, Barbatos would ensure you were hydrated, well-fed, and tended to. He would be an affectionate, doting butler for you. And then, someone would have a hefty price to pay.

A/N: I did not think this was going to end up so long, but please enjoy. I am worried I got a little too carried away here. . . but this was still the less deranged Barbatos monster kink idea. Anyway, requests are open and will be until the end of Nov. 5th. And I hope this one does something for some of you.

[hyuckswoman]

alumnusbf!mark helping you study

pairing: alumnus mark (who’s also your bf) x reader

genre: fluff

summary: you’re stressing over this one subject until your bf appears

“fucking hell” you mutter, your finals were in a week and you were currently studying the subject you have been dreading since the beginning of the study period. Studying for exams was not fun. Especially when you had this gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you that you were 100% going to fail.

markie

hey babe, you busy?

upon hearing the notification, you cursed at yourself as you swore you put your phone on do not disturb to avoid distractions .Yet here you were grabbing it to check the notification. turns out you did put your phone on do not disturb but since your boyfriend (who had to practically beg you to get removed off there texted you) was the origin of the notification, your phone still notified you.

being too lazy to write back, you just decided to call him

“hey, what’s up? I’m studying for my finals right now” you say after greeting him “oh really? I’m sorry to disturb then, how long have you been studying?” your boyfriend mark asks “hours. i literally had a full on mental breakdown studying the course because i suck at it and it feels like no matter how hard I study I just keep on failing” you say sighing “did you cry?” mark asks, maybe he knows you a little too well. “yea” you sigh yet again, it bothered you to see how big of a toll your academics were taking on you

“that’s a good thing then! wait no I don’t mean you crying is a good thing I meant it’s a good thing I’m on my way with food and stuff to give you a break” your boyfriend says making you laugh “mark, look I really truly appreciate it but I also really need to study” you say. honestly seeing how fucked you were because of this one course you couldn’t allow any distractions, and lord knows mark was a pretty big one

“no I know, we’ll just eat and then I’ll help you study. trust when I’ll leave you’ll be back in your academic weapon antics” mark says. after weighing your options (not that you had much of a choice seeing as though he was already on his way) you figured that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. you had the chance of having a boyfriend who already graduated which meant he already passed this course so maybe it’d actually help

“hi babe, i brought food” your boyfriend says, you were glad you had a boyfriend that supported your big backed antics. “i might make you my male wife at this point” you said as he hugged you. you guys then decided to turn on the tv and put a show none of you cared about for the sole purpose of having some background noise.

“okay, we’ve been slacking off for long enough, let’s get to studying now” your boyfriend says. you almost forgot about your finals for a second.

“okay, we’re done making the flash cards, quiz time” mark says quietly laughing upon seeing your face. “every right answer you get, i’ll kiss you” he says finding a way to motivate you as you looked like you were on the verge of dying. “I don’t think it helps, you distract me too much. i’ll probably only remember the kisses and not the actual class material” you reply. As much as it didn’t look like it you were seriously (for once) in the mood to study, you couldn’t let this pretty man distract you no more.

a short while after you were thrown over your desk defeated because what do you mean you only got like half the questions right???

“I don’t understand I’ve spent literal hours trying to memorize this shit I’m sick of it I just want it to be over” you sigh, this is the first time you’ve struggled this much over a school subject. usually being a bit above average doesn’t require you a lot of efforts so you never really tried that hard to pass your classes throughout the years. college beat the shit out of you tho!! you found yourself completely taken aback by the difficulty and you had to learn how to properly study throughout the years. if somebody asked you, you’d say you’ve got studying covered but seeing how this study session was going maybe you didn’t…

“I think you’re getting those wrong because you don’t understand this part” mark says patting your head as you mumble an ‘i know’. being the very considerate boyfriend he is, he then proceeded to explain the entirety of the material, dumbing it down whenever you looked up at him confused or when your eyebrows frowned a little too much. he also was so very patient, explaining the same things to you three different times as you had already forgotten what he said as soon as he moved on to another topic.

the dedication mark put into your academics was just too much for your heart to handle, you loved him so much and the fact he didn’t mind spending his evening studying with you instead of doing literally anything else warmed your heart. that’s why you didn’t have it in you to tell him you were getting gradually sleepier and were fighting your mind to stay awake because how could you when he looked so good concentrated trying to explain to you what you deem as the most incomprehensible subject ever.

“y/n? i feel like I’m losing your attention are you- oh.” mark says finally looking up from your study sheets seeing you asleep on your desk “pft, I didn’t know I was this boring damn” he laughs. since you were already in your pajamas and were in a position where the man could not carry you to bed he decided to gently shake you to wake you up “hm? I’m sorry I fell asleep markie, thank you for studying with me I love you. let me read the cards again to make sure I understand better” you say your voice a bit groggy “what? no go to sleep, nothing you read now will be effective just rest and sleep will take care of the memorizing for you” mark says preparing your bed for you “okay but only if you join me” you say already laying down under your covers “of course dude, let me put the things away and I’ll join you” mark says as he looks over to your half awake self that’s seemingly waiting for him

being in front of your final paper makes you realize even more how lucky you are to have mark in your life because you knew damn well that if the study session never happened you would have been shitting bricks internally crying over how much you don’t understand but now you got out of the final feeling confident you didn’t fail. you ran up to mark who was waiting for you to celebrate final period being over and he couldn’t help but mimic your immense grin as you told him how the final went better than what you had expected and thanked him for his help. He did refute by telling you it was all you and your mind but settled on taking a little bit of credit after you threatened him.

it was kinda crazy how mark made everything easy, every single thing without exception. looking at your boyfriend eating his meal you couldn’t help but smile thinking about how much you loved that man and how lucky you were to have him in your life.

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Alexander Hamilton

Pairing: Buck x Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Notes: You know that line in the song “Burn” that’s like “I see how you look at my sister” I literally named it this all because of that bwahahahahaha me

“Yo Diaz! Your girl is here” 

Eddie’s cheeks are pink as he comes down the stairs. Hen already has her arms around you, giving you a big hug before Bobby pulls you into his arms and gives you a kiss on the head 

“Hey kiddo, it’s been a while” He smiles as Eddie comes over with Chimney 

“Okay, Did we miss the whole “my girl” thing? Because it feels like it” Eddie jokes as Chimney shoves him aside to hug you first 

That’s everyone!…well, almost. 

Buck is overly concentrating on making his sandwich, he’s got to get his lettuce on just right or he might as well throw the entire damn thing away. His hands are shaking as he glares at the sandwich, carefully trying to place the lettuce. 

He can hear your laughter and the little giggle he knows all too well. The one when Eddie wraps his arms around you and says in that stupid deep voice of his 

“Hello gorgeous” Buck mouths along with him, making a face. And he mocks said little giggle and bats his eyelashes 

“Hey Superman” 

He also knows what’s coming next.

“Wait, where’s Buck??” 

Couldn’t you just leave him alone?? Just this freaking once. Because he can’t help himself, and he’s never felt so guilty in his entire life. He’s betraying Eddie’s love and trust in him, he’s betraying their friendship he’s betraying that weird little tug he feels whenever they’re in the same room together. 

He’s hopelessly in love with you 

“I think he’s upstairs, eating” 

There’s nowhere to run as he hears the thud of your platforms coming up the stairs, he can hear Eddie following you, can tell by the sound of little slaps and you calling him a perv as he laughs 

“Buck??” 

His breath catches in his throat as he looks up at you, he absolutely melts on this spot. His body relaxed and a soft smile on his lips. You look so pretty today, you look pretty every day he’s sure but today you look especially pretty.

Oh yeah, he’s definitely in love. And it’s going to get his ass kicked and his brain punched out and like some other weird third thing Eddie can come up with. Though he’s not sure how Eddie would punch his brain out 

As you come closer his heart starts to beat faster, his palms start to sweat, and that’s when he realizes something very very important. 

You’re wearing his shirt. What are you doing wearing his shirt??? How are you wearing his shirt? Where did you even get his shirt? Why is Gamora?! 

He’s too distracted by his own screaming thoughts to notice the way you look at him short-circuiting. Eddie chuckles quietly behind you and you turn to him, giving him a little smirk. 

“Hellooo?? Buck? Anyone in there?” You wave your hand in front of his face and he snaps out of it, blinking slowly. The shirt is tucked into the front of your skirt and it falls on you so nicely and you look so cute it makes him sick 

“Oh- uh- shit- sorry shit. Fuck, wait I shouldn’t say that in front of a lady wait let me start over” 

You look up at him, nodding along slowly with a silly grin on your face as you wait for him to start again and Eddie laughs, his head falling back 

“Hi Y/N, it’s nice to see you,” He says calmly, his hand on his chest and you curtsy, holding up the sides of your skirt 

“Hello kind sir, might I have a hug?” You say in a posh accent, trying to hold back a laugh and he groans, shoving you backward 

“Oh shut up!” 

“Didn’t you literally launch her half-naked ass out of bed last week when you slept over so you could sleep in the middle next to me?” Eddie comes over, sipping his coffee and you turn back to Buck, your hands on your hips 

“I literally had my body on your body! And you think cursing in front of me is an issue? I thought we were friends” You pout at him, your eyes wet and wide. You make a little whimpering noise and he crumbles, yanking you into his chest and crushing you against him. You let out a little oof as you hit his chest, your arms wrap around his waist and he can feel his heart lurch. 

You belong there, you fit so perfectly in his arms, into his body, into his life. He looks down at you as you look up at him smiling 

“There’s my Buck” You whisper and he cups your face, his thumbs smoothing over your cheeks as he stares into your eyes, those beautiful eyes that constantly haunt his dreams 

“Y-your Buck?” He repeats, and he swears up and down your eyes flick to his lips for just a second. 

Eddie can feel the tension radiating between you two as he stands there sipping his coffee. He’s been making fun of you daily for your crush on Buck. Whenever you try to make fun of him for his crush, he says he “freely owns up to it” which is hilarious considering he’s never done anything about it because “he was scared to ruin their friendship”

No, he was scared Buck would reject him.

“So why are you wearing his shirt?” Eddie sets his cup down and Buck recoils away from you, his hands immediately stuffing themselves into his pockets 

“Uh- yeah!” He coughs awkwardly and runs a hand through his hair, tugging at it a little “What’s up with that?” 

You look over at Eddie, he’s got a shit-eating grin on his face and you could just rip that stupid mustache off his face because he knows what he interrupted

“It was on your floor,” you tell him, a little edge to your voice, “I thought it was yours” 

“I’m pretty sure we wear different sizes” Eddie mumbles as he reaches out for your hand, you take it and he pulls you over to him slowly, appreciating the way Buck's shirt hangs on you, looks almost as good as his own 

“I think you look good in it… right?” He cups your face, a mirror image of what had just been happening and he looks over at Buck for a moment before leaning in and kissing you. His hands slide down to your sides and he pulls to into his body, bending you back a little 

“Eddie!” You giggle and kiss him back, moaning into his mouth as he slips his tongue past your lips, you melt into his arms as your tongues tangle together and he lifts you onto the counter. 

"S-so good" He mumbles, his sandwich definitely long forgotten about as his eyes travel over both of your bodies

Buck hasn’t looked away, not once. He couldn’t even if he tried, he watches Eddie’s hands slide under your- no, his shirt and grip your waist. Your fingers trail over the front of Eddie’s work shirt, feeling over his chest and fumbling to unbutton it when Buck finally gains his senses back 

“Jesus-“ It comes out more of a breathy moan and that gets both of your attention. 

“You realize we’re at work right?! L-like our entire team is downstairs??” 

He tries to recover, he’s wringing a dishcloth in his hands nervously as he looks around frantically because someone is going to fucking catch him thirsting over his best friend and his best friend’s girlfriend. He’s not sure when Eddie got into his equation, but seeing your hands slowly unbuttoning Eddie’s top made him want to see what was under there. You know, even if he already knew technically 

“We’re just kissing” you tease him, tilting your head as Eddie slides his hands up your thighs now… hiking your skirt up higher

Buck whimpers, watching your skirt ride up, and Eddie chuckles into your shoulder, laying his head against it. He turns to look at Buck, biting his lip before lifting his head 

“He’s right baby, we could get caught” He helps you down off the counter as you groan and whine and Buck can finally fucking breathe 

“Oh don’t be such a brat” Eddie scoffs and smacks your butt, making you squeak.

“Why does he get to make us stop!” You point a finger at Buck and Eddie shrugs. 

“He’s cute?” 

If Buck wasn’t already a sweet shade of crimson he’d be on fire probably. His mouth drops open and your eyes widen playfully before you giggle 

Your reserved only for Eddie giggle 

“Yeah I s’pose he is, isn’t he?” You turn to look at him, your hair spilling over your shoulder and Buck loses his breath. Because there you are, in all your beauty and your equally as hot boyfriend standing against you now, his arm around your waist and he suddenly feels this visceral need to just be standing behind you as Eddie kisses one side of your neck and he kisses the other

He can just feel you against him, the way your head would tilt up to look at him, your eyes hazy and half-lidded. His cock buried so deep inside you as Eddie ate you out at the same time, occasionally licking the base of his dick 

He’s not sure how long he’s been staring into space, but you’re in front of him now, taking the towel from his hands before he rips it apart and setting it on the counter 

“I’ll come pick you up after work, Eddie” You give him a nervous smile and kiss him and he nuzzles his nose against yours before kissing you back

“Alright baby girl”

You look up at Buck, resting your hand on his arm and he shudders, a full body shudder as he feels your soft skin on his 

“You still coming for dinner tonight? It’s okay if you can’t” 

You give him an out, a way to not be sucked into whatever it is that’s about to happen. It’s okay if he doesn’t want to, you’d understand and it would hurt, but you’d understand if he couldn’t be in a relationship with you and Eddie. 

“I don’t know,” He says shakily and you nod, a little smile on your face as Eddie goes to walk you out. 

Eddie’s in the locker room later, changing into his civvies. He pulls his shirt down over his head and straightens it out. He and Buck haven’t talked since the whole kitchen debacle. In fact, Buck has been actively avoiding him for the last three hours and he’s starting to panic. 

That’s a lie, he’s been frantically texting you for the last three hours saying Buck won’t acknowledge him and he doesn’t know what to do about it and you’ve been frantically texting back, both of you in all caps, telling Eddie to be cool it’ll be fine just be cool and that you both have to be like normal about it! 

Eddie grabs his bag from his locker and shuts it

“Hey uh, Y/N is gonna be here soon, said she’s on her way” he waves his phone, sighing as Buck still doesn’t look at him. 

“So… I just. I want to apologize for earlier” 

Buck’s hands stall over the zipper of his bag 

“I, I might have- Okay well I know I probably crossed a line. I shouldn’t- I shouldn’t have called you cute and-“

“Do you think I am?” Buck finally freaking talks just as they hear the truck’s horn honk from outside. He grabs his bag and starts to walk out and Eddie trails after him, a little dumbfounded

“Shit- I mean. Yeah. You are” 

Eddie opens the front door of the truck and leans against it, gesturing “You comin?” 

You perk up as you unbuckle your seatbelt to get in the back so Eddie can drive, Buck looks at you frowning a little 

“You changed?” 

You’re wearing one of your crop tops now instead of his shirt, in fact, you’ve got it nicely folded on your bed at home in order to give it back to him 

“Uh- yeah,” You say quietly and he shrugs as he pulls himself into the truck 

“Damn, I thought you looked nice in it.” 

The drive back is way less tense than it's been, the radio plays quietly in the background as the boys tell you about their days. You’re lying across the seat laughing as Eddie pulls into the driveway. Buck told you all about how Eddie slipped getting out of the truck and went rolling under it. 

“I could have been hurt!” He yells at you and Buck cackling as you’re walking away from him and to the house. You unlock the door and both boys toss their bags into the corner. Eddie's arms wrap around your waist again and he lifts you, you wrap your legs around his waist and smirk a little 

“We’ll be right back” Eddie’s already kissing your neck, his voice is muffled 

“Make yourself at home!” You say cheerfully like he doesn’t already have half his laundry here anyway as Eddie jogs back to your bedroom. You laugh as he kicks the door shut behind you and tosses you down on the bed. He pulls off his shirt and stands over you as you lay in bed with your legs open

“Did he say anything?” You ask quietly as he removes his pants next and throws them to the pile on the floor 

“He just asked If I thought he was cute” Eddie sighs. He crawls up the bed and rests between your legs, his body settling warmly against yours 

“Maybe you should tell him” You smooth his hair back, lifting his head so he’ll look at you. 

“You think so?” 

“Mhmmm” You purr as Eddie leans back down and kisses your chest, inhaling your sweet perfume. He slaps your thigh and drags himself out of bed, pulling on a clean T-shirt on over his head and winking back at you 

“Get dressed, come out when I text you” 

This was either going to go really really well or really really horribly and Eddie’s nervous as hell. It’s a step that Buck even came over right? Like- like he’s cool now, right? 

Eddie comes into the kitchen and grabs two beers, popping the lids. Buck comes in after him, running a hand through his hair and sighing as he takes the one Eddie offers 

“Thanks” 

Eddie nods silently as he leans against the counter. Buck is across from him, he’d changed in the guest room. His sweatpants hang low on his hips, drawing eddies eyes to the thin patch of skin that peeks out from under his shirt. Buck smirks a little, and toys with his shirt, pretending to be picking something off of it and raising it higher instead. Eddie lazily trails his eyes up his body, enjoying his toned physique then clears his throat

“I’ve seen the way you look at my girlfriend” 

Buck looks at him over his beer before setting it down on the counter “What do you mean?” He says it like he wasn’t just jerking off in the work bathroom earlier today. That was why he couldn’t face Eddie. He immediately ran away to the bathrooms after you’d left and got off to the images of you and Eddie both going down on him 

Eddie chuckles as he sets his phone down “You look at her the same way I do when I’m ready to fuck her brains out.. at least, that’s how you looked this afternoon anyway. Ive been watching you for a while, Buck. Don’t think I haven’t seen the way you melt when she’s hugging you or the way your eyes linger on her ass when I’ve got it in my hands” 

Buck gulps, looking away from him for a second “Okay, and?” 

“That’s all you’ve got to say?” 

You scoff a little as you come into the kitchen. Buck is a little distracted by the way your robe looks like you secretly murdered your old man husband and now you’re a young rich widow. Okay, it’s super distracting for a minute, until he finally really looks through the sheer material and you’re wearing very…very little. As in, some contraption of basically just ties wrapped around your body to simulate clothes, and a tiny little pair of crotch-less panties. The garters are a good touch. In fact, he’s sure that thin piece of lace is covering your body more than anything else is 

“I’m in love with you” Buck blurts out and Eddie snorts, going to the liquor cabinet and getting something a little stronger out and three shot glasses 

“Oh, we knew that, didn’t we baby girl?” He hands you a glass of clear liquid and you knock it back 

“We did,” You say cheerfully “I’m in love with you too” you admit a little more shyly than he had. Eddie passes him a glass and he immediately takes it, drinking it straight down with no hesitation.

“I’ve- I’ve felt so guilty. Eddie, I’m so sorry I didn’t- fuck I didn’t mean to fall for her man and I didn’t mean to fall for you either and-

“If you’re okay with it-“ Eddie interrupts him as he drinks his own and you start to refill the glasses “I’m into you too” 

“I’m more than okay with that” Buck laughs a little, holding his face in his hands and letting out a relieved sigh. It felt so good to finally get this off his chest, it had been months and it felt even better you two were completely on board. 

“Fuck I didn’t think this was how this was going to happen. Hell I never thought it would” 

“Do- is- is this something you want?” You ask, passing them their shots “Are…Are we something you want?”

Buck picks you up and sets you down on the counter, taking his shot and connecting his lips with yours. He tastes warm and spicy like whatever Eddie had you all drinking. Your arms automatically wrap around his neck and pull him closer. It’s a little messy and uncoordinated but you feel alive, it's the same way you feel with Eddie. 

He reaches over and entwines his fingers with Eddie’s, pulling him closer to the two of you 

“You’re something I want more than anything in this world” He whispers against your lips. He turns to Eddie now, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol and the intense emotions going through all of you 

“And so are you” 

You wriggle excitedly in his arms, watching the way he and Eddie stare at each other like they’re about to eat each other right in front of you. You rub your hands together, laughing evilly because fuck this is about to be a good night. Eddie rolls his eyes at you, shoving your head away and calling you a dork while you bat at his arm 

“You really sure you want into this???”

[ellapples]

snip snip | eren yeager one shot

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college!eren yeager x fem!reader

content - fluff! i think i say one curse word if that’s bothersome. modernau!eren. mid 20s eren and reader. 900 words.

a/n- okay i LOVE season 4 long haired eren, man bun, and hobo eren. but im also a sucker for eren season 3’s cut. cabin eren is like pure perfection. besides the abnormally large neck, what is up with that?? anyways, i was thinking about making a fic where you cut hobo eren’s hair to the cabin length. i think it came out pretty well, but im still kinda rusty with writing. enjoy!

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“Eren please!” You whine, giving him pleading eyes. You had the hair cutting scissors already in hand, you’d get your way somehow.

“No, I’ll just go to the barber shop, it’s okay.” He replies, brushing you off as he combed his hair, a couple coughs escaping Eren’s throat.

“You’re still too sick to go in public, cmon Eren…”

“Fine, fine…” Eren accepted defeat, sitting down on the living room floor infront of the couch, waiting for you to set up.

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Eren had finals this month. All he did was study, eat, sleep, bitch, and then study some more. It was infuriating, being his girlfriend who had graduated a couple years before. Eren had of course chose a major that was double the length of yours. You were sort-of stuck with him in the city of the college you went to two years ago.

Eren hadn’t really put much effort into his appearance lately as he was so utterly stressed and focused, and being sick for the past week didn’t help any. He had a silly cold, but he made it seem like it was killing him.

His hair was pretty long before, but it was almost past his shoulders now. You’d teased him relentlessly about looking like a total bum, but he didn’t seem to care too much. His usually soft, clean shaven face was now stubbly on the sides. He even had a goatee! Now with finals over and his sickness fading away, you decided to freshen him up.

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Eren sat patiently under the towel you had placed under him “So the rug wouldn’t get hairy, obviously?” You had told him. You sat on the couch behind him, positioning Eren just right. You began to part his hair and comb it through again.

“I honestly wouldn’t mind you looking like this if it was intentional.” You teased, giggles leaving your lips as you wet his hair. In response, Eren rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Eren loved his hair being cut, or just touched in general. Nothing compares to the tingly feeling of someone else touching your scalp and the soft crunch of hair being sliced. Heavenly experience, but it was even better when his beautiful lady did it for him. Yes, he was a bit hesitant because you weren’t a hairstylist, but you seemed pretty confident so he trusted you.

“How short do you wanna go, Ren?” You asked leaning forwards and resting your chin on his shoulder playfully.

Eren looked at his hair and thought about it for a moment. He hadn’t had his hair short for a while, about a year or two. Eren decided on short, above his ears.

You acknowledged his choice and began to snip away all of the length, making it no longer than his ear. You grabbed the regular razor to fix his side burns and the front pieces. You moved around him, cutting and shaving some spots to make it perfect. Eren was totally dazed, the warmest and most relaxed expression on his face.

After you finished the haircut, you smiled with pride. He looked cleaner already. Though it looked off with his beard-thingy.

“Do you wanna keep the goatee?” You asked.

“No, you can shave it.” He answered, smiling softly at you. Eren reached to touch his shorter hair, it feeling more thick than he remembered on top. It was nice.

You nodded, going to grab the shaving cream from the bathroom.

With the shaving cream lathered on his face, you began to shave the coarse hair with the razor, being careful to not cut him. Eren smiled softly, tingles going down his spine as you held his jaw. The crunch of the thick hair made you cringe slightly, you didn’t know how Eren enjoyed that sound.

After you shaved the hair, you took Eren to the bathroom to wash his face. Making sure he didn’t look yet. You wanted to quickly pluck his eyebrows and fix him up more.

About ten minutes later, when you finished fine tuning every little detail, you were finally finished. When you stood back to admire your work, you couldn’t help but smile. He looked adorable. He went from looking forty, to that sweet nineteen-year old-looking boy you knew. Eren was absolutely perfect, and you made sure he knew it by showering him in kisses. He laughed and smiled, trying to get you to let him look. Once you led him to the mirror, you let him see his reflection. His eyes widened immediately, fading into something warm. He touched his smooth face and ran his hands through his short hair.

“I love it! You did amazing, baby.” Eren exclaimed, hugging you tightly, a boyish grin on his face.

“I’m glad you like it. See, now you don’t have to go to those expensive barber shops anymore.” You joked, draping your head over his shoulder.

“Hm… maybe.” Eren said skeptically, though he didn’t doubt your abilities about cutting hair at all anymore.

“Can I cut your hair now?” He asked, pulling away to give you a pleading grin.

“Uh, definitely not.” You said with a giggle, going to clean up the mess in the living room. He would definitely butcher your hair and he knew it.

[fatkish]

How the different Avengers take care of a sick Omega Reader

The Alphas:

Bucky-

it depends on when you get sick.

If he’s still on the run then he rarely ever leaves the your side. The only time he does is to get food. He’d buy fruits, white bread, white rice, and other easy to digest foods. He’d probably skin and boiled some apples before mashing them up to make applesauce

He definitely doesn’t trust anyone to help his omega. Would definitely feed you by hand and be waiting on you constantly. Barely ever lets you leave your nest

If you’re feeling weak then he’ll help you get around and help you bathe. He’ll cuddle with you and make sure you’re drinking water. He’ll always have a large bowl or bucket nearby in case you puke

If it’s after he reunites with Steve and spends time in Wakanda

He’ll immediately alert whoever, either Friday or someone in Wakanda depending on where you guys are

He’ll allow Bruce or whoever to look you over and give you medicine but he will be hovering around watching

Treats whatever the doctors say as gospel and makes sure to follow it. If you want a food that the doctors didn’t specify say was okay then you’re not getting it

Might let Steve look after you if needed

Loki-

How he goes about caring for his omega depends on whether he’s on earth or Asgard

King. Of. Comfort. Is your nest too small? Don’t worry you can have the entire floor if necessary. Blankets not soft enough? He’s getting you the most luxurious and soft blankets ever. Lights too bright? He’s about to fight the fucking sun. There is nothing this man won’t do for his omega

Would personally oversee the chefs who make your meals by using a clone if you’re on Asgard. If you’re on earth then he’s constantly backseat driving while either Bruce, Wanda or Pepper cook for you. They’re the only people he trusts to not poison you accidentally

He would cook your food himself but he wants the best for you and his cooking isn’t. Also, he doesn’t want to leave your side while you’re not feeling well

If you have to take medicine that you don’t like then he’s going to find a way to get it in you. Doesn’t matter the method, if you need this medicine you’re getting this medicine even if he has to trick you or seduce you

If you’re sore or tired and need a bath then he’s more than happy to help. He’ll carefully wash your hair and skin, making sure not to get soap in your eyes. He’s careful not to jostle you too much in case you’re feeling queasy

If you’re having trouble keeping things down then he’ll hold your hair back and sit with you by the toilet. If you’re crying from the constant vomiting then he’ll rub your back and softly sing to you to comfort you

If your nest doesn’t feel right then he’ll gladly be your proxy and build your nest for you as you tell him where to put things. It doesn’t matter how many times he has to repeat the process, as long as you’re comfortable

If you’re just an overall emotional mess then he’ll be more than happy to comfort you in your time of need. If you’re just so sick of feeling sick he might put a sleep spell on you so you don’t have to suffer, he’ll watch over you and make sure you come out feeling better

Thor-

Giant. Puppy. Energy. He will cuddle with you, bring you food, watch tv with you. Whatever makes you feel better, he’s down for it

You want to snuggle and have skin to skin contact? Move over, he’s already lost his clothes and doesn’t mind snuggling. You’re self conscious because you’re sweaty, your hair is a mess, you look like shit? He only sees the most beautiful omega ever and he’s more than happy to prove it to you

Whatever food you need he’s gonna get. If he has to fly across the world just to get these one chips you like only to return and you throw up after eating them, he doesn’t care. As long as it’s to help you, he’ll do whatever he needs to

You want to steal his cape and use it in your nest? He already put it there. The world needs saving, eh, there’s always tomorrow, right now his omega needs him

If you’re fussy and a pain when your sick, he doesn’t mind, you don’t feel well so he’s happy to let you do whatever you need to make you feel better

He’ll tell you stories about his childhood and his adventures as you lay your head on his chest and try to rest

He’ll bring you the fluffiest blankets for your nest and help you build it too, all he wants is for his omega to get better

Steve Rodgers-

Having spent over a decade being sick in the past, he’s no stranger to being ill. He might not be an omega anymore but he knows and remembers what helped him

He’ll make old family recipes just for you, he’ll use everything he remembers from being sick. Cold damp towel on your forehead to help ease the fever, warm blankets and easy to digest meals

He’s more than happy to feed you if you need it. If you can’t keep things down then he’s already got the puke bucket ready for you by your side

If nothing works then he’s happy to do some research even if he struggles with it

Will gladly let Bruce look you over and give you a checkup. If you need medicine and you hate the way it tastes he’ll use every trick in the book to get you to take the medicine. Afterwards he’ll give you praise and lots of snuggles

He’ll help you bathe but he’ll definitely be shy about it. He has to clean your crotch and chest? His face is red as he looks away but he’s gentle and thorough making sure you get clean

If you have an accident like throwing up on yourself because you couldn’t reach the bucket or the toilet fast enough and your embarrassed, he’ll smile softly and reassure you that whatever you did, he’s probably done at least twice. He’ll even tell you embarrassing stories about himself and have Bucky join in if it makes you feel better

Bruce/Hulk-

There’s only one thing these two can agree on and it’s that they love/care about you

The moment Bruce realizes you’re sick, he goes full mother hen mode. Partially because he himself is an omega, but also because it’s the doctor in him. He brings you to his lab or he brings his equipment to you and does whatever tests he needs

Hulk will be yelling at him in his head the entire time to let him out so he can take care of you while Bruce does his check up on you

Bruce somehow manages to convince Hulk to let him run the tests so he can make sure your condition is nothing serious. Once they both know that it’s just the flu and you won’t die or need some exotic/fancy treatment then Bruce relents and allows Hulk to care for you

Hulk is definitely a cuddler, he climbs into your nest and lets you use him as a bed. He’s got his arms around you and holds you keeping you warm. C’mon, the guys practically a giant gamma powered heater

Hulk will wrap you up in a blanket burrito and purr to you, Hulk can be surprisingly soothing and he holds nothing back, he knows he can’t smash the germs making you sick, so he provides moral support while your body fights

Hulk listens to Bruce’s instructions on how to care for you and make you food. If his form is too inconvenient then he’ll let Bruce handle the intricate things like cooking or getting your medicine

Bruce has a Hulk sized tub so Hulk can bathe, Hulk helps you and is gentle with you as he washes your hair and body. Makes sure you’re nice and dry using his big towel

Hulk gently rubs your back as you puke and holds your hair back. He doesn’t like seeing you so miserable

If you want to watch movies then Hulk will cuddle with you even if you fall asleep and he hates the movie, anything for his omega

The Betas:

Scott Lang-

This sweet baby is immediately on his feet and worried for you

He might not be an alpha but that has nothing to do with how much he loves/cares for you

This lovable goofball is running around like a chicken with his head cut off at the first sign of the sniffles

Will definitely get the ants to help clean the house and make sure to sanitize everything so that the germs are gone

If you’re puking then he’ll braid your hair and put it in a bun so it’s out of the way, he has a daughter so his papa instincts are in full swing

He helps you get in and out of your nest, bringing you whatever you need and making sure you’re warm and cozy

If you’re feeling down or tired of being sick then he’s more than happy to cheer you up. Cue the magic tricks and playing rockband with the ants

He’s more than happy to cuddle with you if it makes you feel better, anything for you

He doesn’t mind if your nose is stuffed or runny, he’s got plenty of tissues and even makes a game of seeing how many he can throw in the trash from afar

Tony Stark-

Now he knows he’s not the best with caring for sick people but as the team’s omega, which he personally recruited, he takes his job seriously

He’ll have Bruce look you over and make sure it’s just the flu before making sure that you have everything you need

If you specifically want him to snuggle with you then move over, he’s snuggling but your watching a movie too

He’ll have either Jarvis or Friday monitor you so he can ensure that you’re eating and staying hydrated. If you’re puking they’ll alert him so he can make sure you get easy to digest meals

He’ll watch bad movies with you so the both of you can roast the movie. For example: an old sci/fi with terrible visual effects that he’ll keep commenting on. That or you’ll watch YouTube videos of people failing and doing stupid stuff

He’ll gladly order whatever you need no matter how ridiculous, if a dozen dancing cacti make you feel better, you’re going to get double

You’re not allowed to move from your nest unless it’s to use the bathroom. He’s very controlling but in a loving sense. You don’t move to get anything, that’s why he’s here, he’ll get what you need so don’t move

He almost becomes like a worried parent, constantly hovering over the line of ‘its just a bruise’ and ‘everyone panic! It’s the return of the plague’. He’s constantly a mix between relaxed and incredibly worried

[exrellian]

Replaced MC AU

Authors Note: the amount of support I’m getting is insane and I am so thankful! I didn’t expect my first series to blow up like this! Comment if you would like to be added to the tag list (which is something I never expected to have) and of course, enjoy part four!!

TW: none really except MC and ??? Shit talking the brothers and royals

Part 1-Part 2-Part 3-Part 4(you are here)

Someone who feels the same way

??? POV

“Chef! There is someone sleeping in the alleyway next to the restaurant!” A demon said, “if you let homeless people just sleep outside people are going to stop eating here. This is a prestigious restaurant, not a homeless shelter.” The noble demon scoffed at the other

“I will go take care of it.” The chef sighed, grabbing his coat and umbrella from his office before exiting the restaurant and checking the alley beside it. Sure enough, there lays a boy, looking to be physically around the same age as the chef, and he looks like shit

“How long do you plan on sitting in the alley? Humans get sick easily.” The demon spoke, moving his umbrella to cover the soaked boy

“You gonna eat me?” the human asked, not even moving his head up to look at the demon

“Eat you? Ew.”

“Don’t mess with me, I know how demons are.” The chef shook his head, leaning against the wall across from MC

“If I was going to eat you I would have done so already. Aren’t you the precious little exchange student? Weird to see you without one of your guard dogs.” He scoffs as he mentions the seven lords

“Please don’t bring me back there. Who knows what they will do if they found out I was causing a noble demon trouble” MC sputtered, still not making eye contact with the mystery demon

“Ew.”

“Ew?”

“Those lords are as incompetent as the young prince who rules them.” The demon replied with a roll of his eyes “I’m Lawrence by the way. Why don’t you come into the restaurant and get cleaned up, the back room should have some spare clothes since yours are… gross”

“Are you sure your boss would be okay with that?”

“My boss? No, he won’t mind” Lawrence tosses his jacket at MC, still covering both of them with the umbrella

“If you’re sheltering me with an umbrella why do I need a jacket?”

“Put the hood up, hide your face and, since I wear this jacket often it should mask your scent as a human. A lot of noble demons are dining here, if you don’t want the lords knowing you’re here you best hide.” Lawrence explains, helping MC up off the ground

“Why are you helping me? You could have killed me at least five different times now”

“Because you looked pathetic. And I can’t have homeless people outside the restaurant, it will make it look… poor”

Small time skip

MCs POV, first person

I finished getting changed after successfully sneaking in… but now what? Sure I’m all cleaned up but was it all just to go out onto the streets again? Sure I could go to Purgatory Hall but who knows if they have been manipulated by Amelia too. I need to get a job and find a place to stay, even if I just hotel jump until the end of my time here…

“The uniform looks good on you.” A voice spoke from the door behind me “ready to get working?”

“What? Your… offering me a job here? But how will I go unnoticed!? And I’m a human, so won’t the demons be inclined to avoid this place with me working here!?” I ask, shocked at the sudden declaration that he was giving me a job

“An illusion spell, I put it in the uniform before you get changed. To me and any other demon you look and smell like a demon. No one will recognize you like this.” Lawrence explained, it’s as if he was prepared for this

“Oh… well I guess that makes sense, but why offer me a job? This just doesn’t seem right, you are a demon correct? Why help a useless human this much?” I asked, not fully trusting in this random demons intentions

“You ask so many questions, it’s annoying. I just felt like it, that’s all. This is my restaurant so I can give anyone I please a job.”

“Your restaurant!? You own this place!? The lords came to eat here many times, saying this was the fanciest restaurant in the Devildom!”

“If I could ban them from coming here I would. I had to work overtime any night you all came. That gluttony demon is a real problem for any restaurant he comes to. And don’t get me started on that prideful fuck, he can rot for all I care, he had the gall to tell me I was being too conservative with the serving sizes, at my own damn restaurant” Lawrence rants on and on, it was almost comforting to find someone who hates them as much as I do now “the only tolerable one is the young lords butler, at least he seems to have a shred of respect, unlike the other eight. Not even the prince can respect other people enough to not shout everything he says like he is the most important being in the three worlds”

“You seem to really hate them, don’t you?” I chuckle a bit at his tangent, not expecting someone who looks and acts like he does to go on such a heated rant

“Hate is such a… gentle word. I loathe them, they think they are the best demons ever because one of them was born into power and the other seven used to be angels. Well that doesn’t mean shit in the long run, and they will learn that sooner or later when their little exchange program backfires and the Celestial Realm fucks over both the Devildom and the human realm by extension. If there is one thing I loathe more than the nobles here in the Devildom, it’s the celestial realm” he sighs “we have gotten off topic, do you want the job or not? I live in a two bedroom apartment above the restaurant that you may stay in until you have made enough money to get your own place out until the exchange year comes to an end. Truthfully it would be foolish of you to refuse” he was right, it would be incredibly stupid to turn down this offer.

Tag list; @t-misaki @melpomenelurks @gallantys @skei2p @terodactu @atomsminecraft @cutest-tenshi

[luwritesstuff]

for better or for worse

Spencer Reid x reader

wc: 1.3k

notes: mentions of infertility & miscarriages, fem!reader, angst, no use of y/n

Five years ago, staring down at a positive pregnancy test would have you scared shitless. Five months ago, you would have been overjoyed. Now, you couldn’t pinpoint any one feeling swimming around in your gut. You wanted to be excited; you and Spencer had been trying to have a baby for almost a year now. But after two false positives and one devastating miscarriage, you weren’t going to let yourself get your hopes up. And you certainly weren’t going to get Spencer’s hopes up, he already spent enough time worrying about you. He could find out the good news when you were sure it was actually good news. 

As it turns out, it wasn’t easy keeping such a big secret from your husband. Spencer had always been good at reading you, it was what made your relationship work so well. This week was no different. Spencer could tell something was wrong, no matter how many times you assured him that everything was fine. So he tried to respect your boundaries and trusted that you would come to him if something was seriously wrong.

Finally, you went to your doctor during your lunch hour, and something was seriously wrong. You could no longer keep this to yourself and pretend everything was fine. So, okay, you had to tell Spencer. But it was the middle of a workday; it would have to wait until you were both home. You were basically useless at work after that and for the first time you wished you didn’t share an office with one of your best friends, Penelope. It would be easier to break down and cry without her questioning glances every few minutes. 

“Hellooo? Anyone home?” Penelope waved her hand in front of your face, getting your attention, “What’s going on with you? You’ve been spaced out all day, actually since lunch. Which was also odd, because since when do you not eat with Spencer? And-”

“I’m fine, Pen,” You cut her off, not in the mood to deal with an interrogation, “Sorry. I’m just not feeling well. Sorry I wasn’t paying attention, what did you need?”

Penelope dropped the conversation reluctantly and switched gears back to the case you were researching. You silently thanked her for the distraction from your own mental spiral and pushed your doctor’s appointment to the back of your head. This worked for a few more hours until there was a knock on your office door and Spencer’s head poked in. You glanced up from your computer and offered him a quick smile, “Hey, honey. What’s up? I thought you were over at the police station with Morgan.”

“I uh, came back. Just wanted to check on you. Both of you, see how things are going,” Spencer wasn’t convincing and he didn’t even try to hide the glances he kept sending Penelope. 

You sent your own glare towards Penelope and mumbled a “traitor” under your breath as she passed you to ‘refill her tea’ in the kitchen. You sighed and turned back towards your desk as Spencer pulled a chair up next to you. “She really didn’t need to call you over here, I’m just not feeling well and we can talk when we get home,” you tried to be reassuring, but as usual, Spencer saw right through you. 

“Well, the case is already being wrapped up at the police station so all that’s left is paperwork. Which we can both do at home, so why don’t we just head out now? You shouldn’t be working if you’re getting sick,” Spencer was gentle when he took the laptop from your hands and began packing it into your bag. 

You sighed and dropped your hands to your lap, “I’m not sick, Spence, I’m just in a weird mood. I don’t want to go home yet, I just want to finish this report and we can talk later and,” you reached up to wipe at your eyes that were betraying you and rolling tears down your cheeks. You turned your head away from your husband, which was obviously useless, as he pulled your hands down and rolled your chair to face him.

When you met Spencer’s gaze it was filled with nothing but concern and love and that only made you cry harder. “What’s going on, sweetheart? I can’t fix it if you don’t talk to me,” he practically begged and your heart ached. Okay, so this was happening now. 

“I went to the doctor’s earlier,” you started and before Spencer could lecture you about not telling him, you continued, “I took a pregnancy test last week and it was positive. And I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t want to get your hopes up if I screwed it up again. And so I went and saw Dr. Walsh today at lunch, to make sure it was positive,” you stopped to sniffle and wipe your eyes again and Spencer took the opportunity to pull you into a hug. 

“Baby, hey. First of all, listen to me,” Spencer frowned and tilted your chin up to look at him, “you did not screw anything up. A shitty thing happened and we lost our baby, but that was not on you, okay? And I always want to know these things, even if I worry and get my hopes up, I want to know.”

You nodded and squeezed his hands for support, trying to swallow down the guilt you felt for not giving him a baby. “There’s um, there’s more. Dr. Walsh, she did some tests. Ones she didn’t do last time and,” you paused and looked down to where your hands were connected, where your rings reflected off of each other, “she said I can’t have kids. I’m so sorry, Spencer.”

Sobs wracked your body as you said the words out loud for the first time since you’d heard them that afternoon. Spencer’s own tears finally fell and he was silent for a while as he continued to hold you, rubbing your back and pressing firm kisses to the top of your head. “I’m here, it’s okay,” his voice was wet from crying, “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. It’s not your fault, sweetheart. I don’t blame you and you don’t have anything to apologize for because it’s not your fault.”

“How can you say that?” You mumbled into his shirt and pulled back to meet his eyes, “if you were with someone else, you could be a dad. I’m keeping you from having a baby because my body is fucked up and it doesn’t work right, how can you not blame me?”

“Don’t say that. Stop it,” Spencer frowned, “I want a child with you. I don’t want kids with someone else, I want them with you. You’re my wife, I married you because I love you and I want to have a life with you and I chose to do that with or without kids,” Spencer’s voice was firm like it was when you argued, and you tried to let your brain believe him, “I love you, okay? I’m so sorry this happened, but I love you and this isn’t going to stop us from being parents. There's so many more options out there. I know it wasn’t what we planned, but we’ll figure it out.”

After you calmed down and your breathing evened out, Spencer finished packing your work bag and grabbed his own from his desk on your way out of the building. It was silent until you were home and curled up next to Spencer on the couch. “You’d really be okay with a surrogate? Or adoption?” You asked quietly.

“Of course,” Spencer’s answer was immediate, “They’re going to be our kid no matter who gives birth to them.”

You nodded and intertwined your fingers with his, “Okay, you’re right. You’re gonna be a really good dad, Spence. I love you.”

[khuzena]

This bitter life.

pairing: Blade x g/n!reader

Part 1, Part 2.

Summary: Life is not fair, that is the truth every being must accept. Yet, there’s a part in Blade’s mara-struck mind, that he cannot accept this type of ending, he will not allow it, but he has no right to deny fate itself.

In other words, you die and he’s miserable.

Cw. It’s very fluffy trust me, Reader is absolutely fucked, you die, unrequited requited love, not proofread, very slowburn, character development, terminally ill, ansgt only bcoz fluff is for the weak, life is unfair.

A/n: You already know what it means when I upload a fanfic. If you don’t, my only warning is, shit’s going down.

(wrote this bc bladie won the poll for my other fic of which character u guys want a fic for next 🥳)

Days pass by, Blade didn’t come back to the Stellaron Hunters HQ to watch over you. Silverwolf keeps messaging him, telling him he needs to come back for another mission but he’s stubborn.

Silverwolf: Come back here, we’re having a meeting

Silverwolf: oh come on I know you’re seeing this

Silverwolf: Istfg

[seen by Bladie]

His phone shuts off and he just stares outside your window, he knows you’re not getting better anytime soon. He sometimes feels a twisted, aching feeling in his chest when you give him that feeble smile to pretend you're okay, when you both know no amount of medicine will save you, you could no longer hold a glass for more than a minute because your muscles fail you.

He feels sick.

This misery of his never going away.

“I have to go.”

He expected that you’d call out for him, “Okay, take care.”

So he leaves, he wishes he never looked back.

He was gone for 3 weeks, on another mission to exterminate more and more foes of the Stellaron hunters and gather more Stellaron with Kafka.

“Something on your mind?” The blood on his hands could never be washed away, he wants to go back to that stupid Clove-V planet and talk to you.

“None of your business.” Kafka is surprised, it's the first time he sees Blade so irritated (he mostly is but not to this extent)

Kafka doesn’t ask again and they finish their mission.

In 4 days, he rushed to see you. You stopped replying to his messages, only a tiny ‘seen’ message pops up every now and then and he hates to admit it, he’s dying to see you again.

“Doctor.” Your door creaks open, another visitor it seems.

”Is it you Blade?”

He nods, but with a tightness to it, he sits beside you again, mold was already building up on your sink, your lack of mobility making you lose the ability to do normal tasks.

”Are you okay?”

”I wish.” How could someone act so carefree on the brink of death? He doesn’t understand you, no, not at all.

He wants to reach out for you, to comfort you but he doesn’t know how to comfort you. He doesn’t understand why he wants to comfort you, he understands why he cares so much, he doesn’t understand why he’s feeling this way, he doesn’t even understand himself.

But when you smile at his hesitance, he realises, maybe you do.

He doesn’t reach out for you, he’s always an arm's length away from you, never close yet never too far. “You haven’t eaten, you’re going to die.”

Even if you eat, you will never get better; but he wants you to.

“Maybe, but I’m fine with that.”

”With dying? You’re a fool.” He doesn’t want to accept that you’re going to die, that you’re okay with dying because he’s not.

You’re a fool, a bastard, for trying to understand him but he can never understand himself nor can he ever truly understand you.

“You better not die,” his eyes desperately tried to never meet with yours.

He doesn’t want to look into your eyes, he doesn't want to accept the truth. That your eyes no longer beam with excitement at his words, that the sparkle in your eyes had dimmed.

“I know I will,” he no longer hides his worry, his fear, his desperation to keep you alive.

So he asks again, “What do I do?”

Like every other time he asks what ‘can’ he do for you, you repeat your words, “Just keep me company.”

He nods, sitting beside you. The tension in the air is obvious, neither utter a single word in this deafening (yet comforting) silence.

Blade cannot accept that you’re giving up, you’re not allowed to give up, he won’t accept it.

He drapes a blanket over you, “Feeling better?”

“A little.” Your throat burns, but you want to talk to him, even when you’re dying, you want to understand him.

”It hurts.” He doesn’t know what to do.

He wants to understand your pain, he wonders, if your pain is as worse as his, that it hurts so much you’d rather pass. That maybe, you’re the same and you wish to die too.

Neither of you will truly understand the other, but you try.

“I got sick when I was a child, 7– no, 8… I don’t remember,” he pretends he doesn't hear the rasp in your voice, “Just… Medicine made the progression slower.”

You could almost cry, “I wanted to study medicine, I wanted to heal others of their pain.”

”I don’t want to die.”

He doesn’t want to hear your desperate cry, he doesn’t hear it.

“Blade, it hurts,” he’s never wanted to shut off his ears when you spoke what he never wanted to hear, “Can I give up?”

He doesn’t want you to, but has no right to deny you peace.

”Is it okay if I give up?”

No, he won’t let you give up. You were there when he was sick, you did not look at him with hatred in your eyes, you treated him like any other person, something that has never happened in years. In your eyes, Blade was just a man.

So he doesn’t say a word, he doesn’t want you to give up, of course; but what can he do?

“It’s okay, right?”

”If that’s what you need.” He holds your hand out of instinct, “Then give up.”

He wants to yell at you that you’re an idiot, that giving up is for the weak but it’d be hypocritical of him to do so, I mean, he’s given up on life a long time ago, what’s he going to do? Tell you inspirational shit to keep your will to live alive?

“Thank you.”

No tears escape him, not a single choked sob leaves his throat but when your eyes lock for one last time, you understood him and he understood you too.

You two were just the same.

He squeezes your hand and rests his head on your stomach, when you don’t flinch, he realises you’re gone now too.

He can no longer understand you by your words, you can no longer speak to him, he can’t understand your past or who you truly are.

But how could you, how did you do it?

A single medical book rests on his hand, he may not understand what you truly are, but he’ll read countless books for you. He’ll play your favourite stupid games for you.

Maybe then, he’ll understand the only person that truly knew him, who gave him company in this miserable life of his.

What a pathetic, miserable, bitter life.

Note: DEF OOC BUT WHO TF CARES (I DO AND IM EMBARRASSED) but its okay right?? Like i wrote this in just 2 days (5 hours everyday) Whatever whatever i think its okay i feel sick I haven't ate lunch yet bye wuahhshdsj

Written by @khuzena. Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. ♡ 

[i520u]

invisible string ʚĭɞೃ⟡

HIII i’m so sorry this took me so long i just didn’t wanna be unemployed after i’m done with my series so i decided to keep this in the drafts for a while 😞 i hope you’ll like this!

PAIRING sung hanbin x gn!reader

GENRE fluff, sfw

MASTERLIST

hanbin is a responsible bf, so you can definitely let loose when you’re around him!

he will always makes you feel safe

when you go out on dates with him, he would always silently take your handbag off of your shoulder and carry them himself 😞

his nicknames for you are usually the common ones, baby, my baby, angel, and i think he’d most commonly use 내 사랑 (nae sarang/my love) because it’s so endearing to give your s/o a nickname in your own mother tongue am i right

but he prefers calling you by your name, bc he thinks your name is already pretty

constantly complimenting you

you get your work done and he’s like “good job baby” and then he’d kiss your cheek

you finish mopping the floors and he’s like “you worked so hard today my love, thank you”

the type of boyfriend that will give you legitimate answers to your “would you still love me if i was a worm?” questions

one time you asked him what he would do if you turned into a snail one day

and he told you he’d have to build you nice house where you would be comfortable living in

drives your around ALL the time

he would freak out if you offered him gas money because he really doesn’t mind spending his time, energy, and money with you :(

if you gave him a $10 cash he would applepay you $15

i think hanbin is a great cook, so eating out is very rare for you both because he’s always cooking up a meal for the both of you

if you don’t like a certain taste (sour, salty, sweet, etc) he’d make sure to alter the recipe a little so you’d both be able to enjoy the meal together

hanbin would be cutting up some vegetables, and then you’d come up to him and ask for a kiss, and he would gladly give you a quick kiss before resuming with the meal prep

conflicts with him rarely ever happens

he’s so good at communicating, and he’s just so gentle there’s really nothing to be mad about with him

he trusts you, and he feels secure in the relationship so he never really asks you about your whereabouts. you’re free to hangout with anyone!

all of your friends loves hanbin. he treats you so well, and he’s so polite and can mix around with them, so he’s practically in your friend group too

when you DO get into fights with hanbin, the fight never lasts longer than 2 days. he either apologises first if he realised that he’s in the wrong, or he’ll talk to you and explain why he felt like he was wronged

plus, even when the two of you are fighting, he’d still cook you a good dinner, and you’d still help him clean up all the things he used to make the meal 😭

also on nights where you both had heated arguments, if the situation was okay, he would still wrap his arms around you while you sleep

hanbin never go all out for anniversaries though

rather than fancy dinner date or a big gesture to show his love, it’s more domestic and meaningful

hanbin prefers celebrating your anniversaries together with things like giving you a photobook of all the moments that you’ve spent together

of course he’d buy you a gift too, but his main idea of anniversaries are more domestic

one time he rearranged your house and made a candlelight dinner all by himself for your anniversary, candles, silk tablecloth, fancy steak, he did that all by himself

whenever you get sick, he’d feel bad leaving you alone while he goes to work but duty calls!!!

he would make you text him and update him every 3 hours so that he knows you’re eating well and taking your medicines on time

when HE’S sick he tells you not to worry about him and then he would get flustered when he finds out that you cooked him some healthy soupy foods for him to eat

he thinks you’re so cute when you’re worried over him getting a stupid little cold

when he gets better he would give you so many kisses and cooing at how cute you were when you were taking care of him

honestly he’s always kissing you somewhere, or you’re always kissing him somewhere, it doesn’t matter. he loves kisses

when you say something funny he would laugh and then bring your hand to his lips for no reason?? when you ask him why he’s just like “you’re so funny i just had to kiss you”

when you’re showing him the new top you just bought and then he would just pull you in to kiss the top of your head bc why not

when you kiss him first his ears will go red

he would even be like “why’d you do that”

when you say you just wanted to kiss him he’d giggle and would call you adorable

“my partner is so adorable today, i wonder what’s got into them?”

[lionb00bfan]

Can you do and human! Reader got pregnant? Maybe they weren't expecting because the biologies don't match

Pregnant Human! S/O 

Honestly, I’m not sure how yall gonna feel about this ;0; I’m very biased because for me kids are an iffy subject (woman's choice! I just personally don’t ever want to be pregnant, I find the thought of it very scary, and I just generally don’t like the idea of kids lol) Also in terms of the Beastars universe, I think canonically there is 1 human (haven’t read the manga just Reddit info) but I feel like almost all of the Shishigumi members would be opposed with going through the pregnancy because of the risk and lets say are the first human hybrid baby (?) Discrimination would go crazy but I’m gonna try to give it a somewhat positive end hopefully 

Ibuki

Scared, very scared. He’s seen too much violence, too much discrimination—he worries not only for you but for the child’s future

He immediately tries to consult a doctor or scientist. Is this even possible? Is it dangerous for you? His protective instincts go into overdrive.

Sleepless nights. He spends hours staring at the ceiling, thinking about the kind of father he could be, if he even deserves to be one.

If you decide to keep the baby, he swears to protect you both. He’s terrified, but he won’t let you go through this alone.

Free

Denial. Straight-up doesn’t believe it. He thinks you cheated and is enraged. 

Refuses to talk about it for a while. He drowns himself in alcohol, stress-smoking his mane off.

If you insist on keeping it, he distances himself. Not because he doesn’t care, but because he’s too scared to face the responsibility.

Eventually, he comes around—slowly. You catch him staring at your stomach, looking lost. He won’t say it, but he’s scared of loving something that can be taken away.

Dolph

Constantly overthinks the risks. If there's even a 1% chance that this could harm you, he will be against the pregnancy.

If you’re sick, he panics. Even if it’s just morning sickness, he’s hovering, making sure nothing’s wrong.

If you’re keeping it, he starts preparing. Secretly buys baby supplies, even though he has no idea what half of them do.

Talks to the baby before it's born. He acts all tough, but if he thinks you’re asleep, he whispers to your stomach like, "You better not give your mom too much trouble, kid.”

Agata

Shocked, but not immediately opposed.

He overthinks everything. How is this possible? Is the baby okay? Are you okay? He spirals a little.

He confides in Sabu and Dolph, nervously asking for advice without outright saying it's about him. 

If you keep it, he accepts it—but is terrified. He’s a young lion in the mafia. What kind of life can he offer a child? Despite his fears, he steps up. He’s more protective than ever, keeping you close and making sure no one disrespects you.

Miguel

Super confused at first. He didn’t think it was biologically possible.

Takes time to process it. He’s not against it, but he needs to sit down and think. If you’re scared, he’s scared too. But he’ll never let you go through it alone.

He starts taking better care of himself—eats healthier, works out more. If he’s gonna be a dad, he wants to be strong enough to protect his family.

Talks to the baby like they can hear him

Sabu

Completely unreadable. He’s silent for a long time after you tell him.

He starts gathering information quietly. If there’s a danger to you, he wants to know immediately.

If you decide to keep it, he’s already making plans. Safe places to live, security, medical care—he’s thought of everything.

Doesn’t talk about his feelings, but his actions say everything. He’s always watching over you, making sure you’re eating, resting, and staying safe.

Jinma

"You sure it's mine?" Not because he doesn’t trust you, but because biology shouldn’t allow this.

Tries to keep things normal, but fails. You’ll catch him sneaking glances at your stomach, completely lost in thought.

If you keep it, he becomes extremely protective. Too protective. If another animal even looks at you funny, he’s ready to fight.

Panics when the baby kicks for the first time. 

Dope

His first reaction? Laughs in shock. “Nah. No way. You’re messing with me, right?” Once he realizes it’s real, he short-circuits. He’s not ready for this, he’s just a guy.

He gets weirdly emotional one night. Not that he’ll admit it, but you swear you heard him sniffling when he thought you were asleep.

If you decide to keep it, he starts stepping up. He jokes a lot, but he’s serious about protecting you and the kid.

He doesn’t care what species they are—he’ll love them no matter what. Even if they’re the strangest mix of lion and human, they’re his kid.

Hino

“...What?” Completely frozen in shock. It takes him a full minute to process it.

He immediately starts planning. Whether you keep it or not, he wants to be prepared for every outcome.

If you keep it, he silently supports you. Brings you food, makes sure you rest, and is always within reach if you need him. But I feel like he’d break things off, for business sake he can’t be seen with a kid.

He doesn’t say much, but when he finally speaks, it’s heartfelt. “...I’ll do right by you. By both of you.”

[narrans]

A Small and Tall Collection | Chapter Twelve | Recovery and Discovery

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Chapter Twelve | Recovery and Discovery

There were few times a Borrower could sleep deeply without a care in the world. It wasn’t when they were children, because the fear of being caught by a human while asleep was a true waking nightmare. Like a crouching cat in the bushes waiting to ambush any and all unsuspecting prey, children rarely slept deeply once told about the world beyond the walls. It also wasn’t as an adult or after a big borrowing mission. It wasn’t in their older years and memory was fleeting as an infant.

There was too much in the world to be aware of. There were too many things to be apprehensive of.

Deep sleep was almost never an option, but it was a welcome one if the opportunity arose.

Now, thankfully, was one of those times. It could’ve been days and Ashlynn wouldn’t have known the difference. The Borrower woman opened her eyes and, for the first time in what felt like an eternity, she didn’t feel the sting of tiredness tugging at her lids. She stretched, careful with her injured arm, and stared up at the ceiling that towered high above her. It was still alarming, heart fluttering with what felt like air, but the interaction earlier with Soren and his two sons made her feel mildly at ease.

It was a weird sensation.

She still didn’t trust the boys implicitly, but at least there was some silent reassurance that she fell under the protection of Soren. Ashlynn closed her eyes, an image of Soren forming in her mind. A smile. His voice. Those eyes.

She swallowed and shook her head, and the image along with it.

Weird…

What else was weird was she didn’t wince when she swallowed. She reached up and felt along her jaw, noticing how it didn’t feel as swollen anymore. Palm to her head, it was cool to the touch, and the tingling of her bones and skin had also stopped.

Wow… that medicine really did the trick. I feel… great.

Ashlynn sat up and almost instantly regretted it when her vision swirled, and the sudden pang as her arm twinged reminded the Borrower she wasn’t completely up to snuff. Leagues better, but not recovered. There were still things she could do to help her heal, and a light rumble from her insides told her where to start.

Thankfully, Soren didn’t move the tray from earlier and the food was still where she left it. It took a moment to stand shakily on her feet on the uneven surface of the comforter. Each step gave in different ways, keeping the Borrower on her toes which, thankfully, she was feeling steadier on.

She sat near some of the bowls she was by earlier and decided to continue eating the soup and bread, seeing as that and the medicine were helping her kick the sickness in record time. She’d just managed to fill the bowl and mop up the sides with a spare piece of bread when she heard the signature *tap* *tap* *tap* on the frame of the door. Instinct took over as the Borrower’s eyes shot up toward the door.

“Sorry.” It was Soren, an apologetic look filling those golden, hazel eyes of his. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I just came to see if you needed anything. Well, that and my pillows. I stopped by a few hours ago, but you were knocked out and it felt rude to come in when you were asleep.” Ashlynn’s mouth felt like it was suddenly filled with cotton.

He was by earlier? And I didn’t wake up?! I must’ve been sleeping super deep then. At least he didn’t come in. That was really… sweet.

“Are you hungry? I could heat something up for you, or heat what you currently have. The boys and I already ate and were actually getting ready for bed. So, if you needed anything, I could go ahead and get it for you.” Soren’s thoughtfulness made Ashlynn’s cheeks warm, and she looked away bashfully as she thought about his question.

Then, she nodded.

“Okay, good. Um… do you want me to heat up what we had? Or just heat up some more soup? Wait… nodding. So, yes or no to the first?” asked Soren. Ashlynn shook her head. Her mind was made up on the so-called “magic broth” Soren had already made. His smile tugged at the corner of his lips playfully as he nodded. “So shall it be.”

In no time, Soren had returned with a fresh cup of soup and warm bread which he set on the tray after Ashlynn gave a cautious nod for him to approach. The steam rolled off of the top, and with it the pleasant scents of everything Ashlynn thought a home should be. She smiled and breathed deeply, realizing only now that she had her sense of smell back.

“You like that?” Soren asked. The Borrower nodded, flashing a smile up at him as she inhaled deeply again. “I can tell, and I can tell you’re feeling better too. You haven’t had a coughing fit once.” He was right. The sickness had finally met its match, and all thanks to a human.

Ironic. Expecting a human to be the source of my problems and here he is solving them.

“Well, I won’t keep you. Is there anything else bugging you? Need anything else before I go?” asked Soren. There was something, but how to communicate it was the trick. Ashlynn’s shoulder was still stiff and tender. If she wanted to leave, she needed it to be on the mend. She looked up sheepishly as she reached up and touched her slung arm. Soren’s keen eyes picked up the motion and understood instantly.

“Still hurting? Like a twinge or an ache plus stiffness? Or all of the above?” asked Soren. The Borrower woman nodded. The hope that she didn’t need to be grabbed or held to solve the problem was in the forefront of her mind, but if it would get her home sooner then it didn’t matter.

Soren will be gentle. If he needs to grab my arm, he’ll be careful.

“Alrighty then. Easy enough. You’re probably just feeling the tenderness of it being relocated. Is it numb or tingly still?” Ashlynn shook her head. “Good. That would be less than ideal. Um… okay. So, you’ll need to do some exercises and stretches to get it fixed completely. I’ll demonstrate on myself and then you imitate the motion.”

Soren began explaining a few of the baseline exercises that she could do to help stretch her twinging muscles. Rolling her shoulder gently. Slow arm extensions. Arm rotations. Shoulder shrugs. Anything for her to start getting rid of the tenseness in her muscles. He showed each motion clearly and made sure Ashlynn could do it and adjusted as necessary before moving on.

At some point, Ashlynn caught herself smiling as Soren continued to speak to her. There was just something soothing about his voice, like warm tea and honey which Ashlynn had only had a few times in her life.

“Also, don’t try and do too much all at once. I’ll venture a guess that you’re eager to get out of here, but rushing your recovery can do more damage to your shoulder. So, several smaller sessions would be better for you. Sound good?” suggested Soren. It felt reluctant, but Ashlynn forced a nod. He was right. She did want to get out of here as fast as possible. Being out in this massive room and unable to take care of herself entirely was a belittling experience. At least she wasn’t being treated like a child. Soren was good about that.

“Good. Then, if it’s okay, I’m going to snag my pillows and head out to the couch.” Couch? Isn’t this his bed? Wait… is he… Her confusion must have been evident on her face because Soren chuckled, hands placed on his hips while his head bobbed up and down. “Yes, technically that’s my bed, but it’s being used for something better than just sleeping. Kind of its own rehab center. Anyway, don’t worry about it. Worry about getting better and resting up. Do… you want to take more medicine? Feeling feverish or icky still?”

It was a lot to process. Which question to ever start with. As the Borrower went down the list of questions, she ended up with the same answer for all of them, and so she nodded. In no time, Soren was back with another small cup of that dark, minty teal liquid from before and some fresh water. He snagged his pillows before stepping up to the door and glancing over his shoulder.

“Need anything else?” he asked. How could I possibly need anything else? You’ve already thought of everything, and you’ve been so kind. I… I can’t begin to thank you. A strong part of Ashlynn wanted to tell him that, but that Borrower instinct choked out her voice. She wanted to thank him, but she only could muster a smile as she shook her head.

“Alrighty then. Goodnight little miss.” With that, Ashlynn was left once again alone in Soren’s room.

Is this a dream? Some weird fever dream from a nightmare? This shouldn’t be happening. I should be in a cage. I should be taped to a wall or locked in a box. I’m in a room – a human’s room – all to myself. I have food and a bed. This shouldn’t be happening. What makes Soren and his boys so different? Have they come across Borrowers before? Or… rather… has Soren?

Ashlynn sipped on the broth and chewed on the pieces of bread thoughtfully as she reflected on the past day. She was still uneasy. Nothing was likely to ever change that fact. This place was too big. Humans had no right to be as big as they were.

At the same time, were they so different?

Head. Hands. Heart. Dreams.

Humans had less to worry about, sure, but everything else was so similar.

Ashlynn finished her meal, eating until content, and once again curled up onto the bed with her back to the drawer. The medicine was already kicking in, making her head feel fuzzy and her eyes tired, even after sleeping for hours not long ago. Perhaps it was the medicine or the flurry of recent events, but Ashlynn found herself thinking about Soren. How nice his voice was. How kind he’d been. Those golden hazel eyes.

She felt her cheeks blush as her last thought entered her mind.

Too bad he isn’t a Borrower.

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Time when sick is a funny thing. It drags on for an eternity, each passing second taunting the next, especially when there’s nothing to do.

This was not the case for Ashlynn.

The past two weeks had practically vaporized right before her eyes. She’d spent a fair amount of time sleeping, and she even spent time making a new set of clothes for herself seeing that the others had been mildly soiled by sweat and sickness.

She’d also taken time to make sure her arm was on the mend. The exercises were working wonders. Each day felt like an immense step forward. Ashlynn had even dared to do some test climbs from the top of the bed into the drawer, which Soren hadn’t removed in case she wanted a place to hide behind.

The tests had gone better than expected. Her arm was still tender, but she could place weight on it now without doubling over in agony. If she didn’t move too fast and wasn’t active for too long, she was fine. It felt thrilling, like her first borrowing mission. The thrill of her progress was overshadowed only by one thing – the prospect of leaving.

Ashlynn had to admit that, in some weird way, she was a bit sad that she was recovering as quickly as she was. Sure, the food helped, and never before had she slept so well, but it was leaving the boys that felt disheartening.

Their interactions were limited. Ashlynn made sure of that much. Still, Soren coming in and making sure she was okay felt good. She’d even permitted the boys to come in and say hello on multiple occasions. The youngest was probably her favorite of the two, and it wasn’t because of the gift he’d made for her, which was a kind of multi-tool rod that was lightweight like a walking stick with a fishhook super glued on one side for grabbing and a wedge on the other to hold a line. It was because of his questioning style.

He asked the most random, non-specific questions to Borrowers that she’d ever heard before. It was amusing to say the least. Weird things like whether or not she would want to be a dinosaur, which he explained to her in great detail, or if she liked different food because it was easier to chew since she was so small.

Dorian asked more direct questions, like if she liked climbing and how fast she thought she could climb different pieces of furniture. Other questions were concerned with where she liked to go and if she liked music. The questions were innocent enough, so that wasn’t it. It might have been because Dorian unintentionally caused her injury in the first place, but Ashlynn found herself a little more on-guard with the older of the two children.

What usually ended up happening was she spent time listening to the two boys. During the day, they went to a place called school and, when they returned, they wanted to tell Ashlynn all about the different things they learned and if she knew this or that. They held up maps and papers with scribbles all over them as they went on and on about the things they were being taught. It was adorable, especially when they tried to explain something that Ashlynn had no concept of.

At the end of the day, the Borrower woman decided these two kids were alright. Sometimes careless when they were excited, but alright all the same.

She also decided something else too, and that it was time to leave. She’d already spent too much time out in the open already.

Her arm felt almost completely healed, and her sickness had finally subsided a few days ago with not even a sneeze or a sniffle in sight. She’d have to take it easy with her climbing and borrowing activities, but deep-down Ashlynn felt like she could once again manage her life.

It was time.

She was hoping to be in and out of the drawer quickly to retrieve her belongings, but through a series of bad throws and needing a few resting periods it took longer than expected. She’d just managed to hoist her leg up on top of the drawer when she heard the all too familiar sound of the *tap* *tap* *tap* on the door.

Her heart skipped a beat, anxious worry nearly causing her to fumble and fall back onto the bed, before looking over and seeing Soren’s familiar face peeking through the crack. She wasn’t sure why, but guilt welled up in her throat. Her plan was to simply wait until night and the climb down the covers and onto the floor.

Seeing Soren, however, made her question her actions.

Was she really going to leave? Especially without saying goodbye? After all he and his sons had done for her?

Shoot. I… I can’t do that… not to him. Ashlynn sighed and jumped down from the edge of the drawer, glancing between Soren and her belongings at her feet.

The moment Soren spotted the small woman’s minute glance between him and the bag, he knew she was preparing to leave. She’d been on the mend and recovered from her dislocated arm in record time. If he was being honest, he was surprised she stayed as long as she did, and suddenly he felt his chest tighten ever so slightly.

“Hey there, little miss. Okay if I come in?” asked Soren. He watched as she shifted on the bed ever so slightly before nodding. He stepped into the room and walked slowly toward his dresser, which sat opposite of the side of the bed. It was involuntary, but Soren folded his arms and stared at the ground for a moment before bringing his eyes to look up at the miniscule woman. Her blue gray eyes were filled with confliction as she continued to glance between Soren and the bag at her feet.

“Leaving?”

It was all he needed to say for her shoulders to slump and her head to hang low. The sensation was a mixed bag to say the least. Soren could only imagine what was going through the woman’s mind as his own emotions swirled from one to the next. He was pleased that she was on the mend and well enough to be out on her own again, but in a weird way he was going to miss her too. Despite not saying anything, he really felt like he was just starting to get to know her.

Evidently, she seemed to be feeling the same. Otherwise, she would just walk out and not hang her head so low. Soren was about to dismiss himself when he watched her small hand come up and wipe at her eyes.

What is wrong with me?! Ashlynn scolded herself as she felt her eyes burning with tears. Why am I crying? Why do I feel so reluctant to leave? Is it the food? The bed? The… boys? Soren? The prospect of needing to move? What is wrong with me?

Ashlynn heard Soren inhale slowly, but sharply, as he spoke again.

“Hey, little miss, don’t be sad. You’ve no reason to be. You stayed because you were sick and now you’re better. You should be happy that you get to leave,” grinned Soren. Ashlynn bit her lip and nodded but couldn’t meet his gaze. She wasn’t sure if she could say goodbye to those eyes just yet.

“And, if you feel up to it or if you’re ever interested, you can pop back down or up, whatever it is, and come see us. You’re more than welcome to,” proposed Soren. The thought was a tempting one, and it was something that Ashlynn found herself considering. “The boys will be disappointed they didn’t get to say goodbye, but they’ll understand.”

Oh, shoot! Is this some kind of ploy to get me to stay longer? Curses!

“Do… you need help getting down? Or do you just want me to leave?” asked Soren. Ashlynn thought about the question, longer than what she would have. On the one hand, she didn’t want to reveal any of the secret places she had to get in and out of rooms. The Borrower didn’t think that any of them would set traps, but the instinct was still there to protect her people, even if she was the only one in the entire building. On the other hand, Ashlynn didn’t have a lot of good footing places on the covers, and they didn’t reach all the way to the ground. She’d have to make a drop fall, and she didn’t want to risk another injury when she was so close to leaving. Then again, did she want to leave?

Yes! Yes! Of course I want to leave! What kind of stupid question is that?!

But… maybe… a little help wouldn’t be bad? But that also means… being on his hand… Ashlynn shuddered before she glanced over at Soren and bit her lip, unsure of how to indicate everything she wanted with a single look. He’s been so careful… so gentle… If he can just get me to the kitchen counter, then I can go in that way without having to pry anything off of the walls and possibly leave another trace. And… would being held by him… be so bad?

“So, is that a yes?” prompted Soren. Ashlynn nodded, mind made up. “To me leaving?”

Soren’s eyes widened as she watched the small woman shake her head.

“N-no? You… want help down?” asked Soren. He’d refrained as much as possible from touching the miniscule woman, mainly due to his own apprehension of accidentally harming her in any capacity. The times they had made contact were absolutely necessary; that is, seemingly, until now.

His heart skipped a beat, stomach full of butterflies, as he watched her glance up at him and nod. It was completely unexpected. His mind started to race. He swallowed dryly, arms drawing in a bit tighter across his chest as he kept them folded. Clearing his throat, Soren bit his lower lip and nodded stiffly.

“Um… okay. Sure. Do… you just need help down? Or… -erm… do you have a place in mind that I should… bring you to?” Soren felt his voice crack ever so slightly as tension and nerves threatened to play with his vocal cords like a backwoods country banjo. “Right… yes or no. To the ground?”

Is… he nervous? Ashlynn wondered as she shook her head.

“No? You have a place in mind?” Soren’s heart was starting to race as fast as his thoughts as he watched the small woman nod. “And… you’re ready now?” He stared into the hand sized person’s blue gray eyes, a shiver running down the length of his spine, as she nodded again, albeit a bit more hesitantly than her other responses.

Soren wasn’t sure how he was supposed to do this. Pick her up? Let her step onto his hand? Cupped like a captive butterfly? Hang onto a finger? His first instinct was to let her step on, but would that be secure enough?

Might as well try.

Soren pushed himself off of the dresser, feet feeling heavy like lead bricks, as he unfolded his arms and laid his hand, palm up, onto the bed several inches from her.

What on earth am I doing?! Neither knew their thoughts aligned. Either could have shied away, and yet they didn’t.

Ashlynn stared at the calloused, gentle hand that had helped put her shoulder back into place, swallowed hard, and snagged her bag off of the bed before walking toward the outstretched fingers. Her heart hammered violently behind her ribs. Every instinct screamed to run away.

The Borrower forced her body to step up onto the human’s finger. It was soft and malleable like the comforter, giving with every step, but firm at the same time. Every ounce of focus was on not losing her balance or her mind as she wabbled across the notches of Soren’s fingers to his palm.

She only now realized she had been holding her breath as she crouched and placed her hand onto Soren’s thumb. She could clearly see and feel some of the ridges of his fingers as her hand rested against the appendage. It was almost imperceptible, but there was a tremor to Soren’s hand.

He’s just as nervous as me. Funny… he holds all the power and yet me being here makes him nervous.

Soren marveled at the small figure’s movements and the ease that she walked across his hand. It was hypnotizing the way she moved and crouched. Just her weight in his hand kept him motionless for fear of startling her. Even her eyes as she looked up at him expectantly was enough to keep him frozen in place.

“Um… er… ready? Just… uh… point. I’ll follow where you say to go,” Soren muttered. It was a vain attempt to disguise the tremor tugging at his voice. Ashlynn nodded and, just like that, Soren’s hand lifted from off of the bed and into the air. The dizzying height was mind numbing, the equivalent of a ten-story building or more, but it was natural for Ashlynn. Greater heights than these were in her arsenal of experiences.

It was her nerves that added to the experience, so it took a minute for her to realize Soren was looking down at her expectantly, waiting for her to give some kind of signal to direct him. She pointed toward the door, shaking her head so she’d phase out of her stupor. His fingers curled upward ever so slightly and she heard him inhale deeply before he began to move.

One step, and then the next, Ashlynn continued to point the way through the hallway, past the living room, and into the kitchen. The Borrower thought that being carried would be jostling and uneven, and maybe it was; however, Soren was taking an additional precaution and taking slow, even steps to not knock the small woman off balance.

When they made it to the kitchen, Ashlynn pointed to the counter by the bread box, and so Soren obliged, stepping up to it and setting down his hand, asking, “Is this okay?” before spreading his fingers out so they were no longer cupped. Ashlynn quickly disembarked, barely shaking an involuntary shudder, before turning around and facing Soren again.

“Well then. I guess that’s that. Do you need anything else before you go?” asked Soren. Ashlynn smiled and shook her head. She’d already helped herself to more than her fair share of the breakfast buffet Soren had made for her earlier. It was safely tucked away in her bag now, and she hoped it wouldn’t be rude that she took as much as she did.

“Okay then…” Soren sighed. “Well, it was nice getting to know you, for whatever that’s worth, and I wish you the best of luck in your adventures. Wish we could’ve learned more about each other, but that’s life, right? I don’t even know your name. Well… anyway… please be careful and, please, if you need anything, know you’re always welcome here. Take care, little miss.”

Soren flashed another smile as he turned to leave, and she did the same. She nearly had the electrical cover off of the wall when her mind flooded with intrusive thoughts. She turned back to see Soren was walking past the table and was almost around the corner to the living room.

That’s it? No requests? No demands? An invitation to return and the best of luck? And now he’s just leaving? He… he’s probably the only human who would do something like this. I… I can’t just…

“Soren!”

Ashlynn hadn’t even registered that she’d done it until his name flew from her mouth. Her voice sounded horribly unused, craggly as if it were full of dust, but it was enough to make Soren stop in his tracks, entire body rigid like a taut bow string, as he turned around to face her. His golden hazel eyes were wide with surprise, lips parted slightly in awe. He mouthed the word ‘you’, but nothing came out.

Good thing too. Ashlynn was quickly losing her nerve and, after two weeks, broke the last of the big three rules. She coughed nervously and watched Soren pivot slowly and dare to take a step back toward her.

Oh! Just finish it!

“I… just… thank you.” She had to raise her voice to nearly a shout, fearing she’d lose her will to continue or that Soren wouldn’t hear her. “Thank you… for what you did…”

The expression on Soren’s face shifted from curious to fascination to delight as his eyes sparkled with the smile on his face.

“A-and… it’s Ashlynn. My name… it’s… Ashlynn.”

Their eyes lingered, one locking onto the others’ unblinkingly. There was something else there in Soren’s eyes that Ashlynn couldn’t identify. Was it interest? Allure? Her cheeks immediately began to burn with increasing intensity the longer she held the human’s gaze.

That’s enough! Get back into the walls! Ashlynn chided as she spun on her heel and darted into the darkness of the walls, embracing the life she loved once more. Though she was already halfway up the line to her own home, she could still hear Soren echoing her name as if to brand it into his memory.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! Why did I do that?! What Borrower in their right mind would speak?! I was home free! I went the whole time without talking, and because I feel bad for the giant man I blurt out my name?! Idiot!

It took a couple of breaks, but Ashlynn finally managed to get to the ceiling tiles she called home. The place was barely lit from the lights she’d left on from before. A thin layer of dust coated her bed, which the Borrower was sure was still disgusting from when she was ill, and she found evidence of mice.

“Brilliant,” she mumbled before rolling up her sleeves and getting to work. It took the better part of a few hours to rid her home of all things nasty, disgusting, and spoiled before she finally had a chance to put away the food she’d “borrowed” from Soren’s breakfast buffet and flop down onto her bed.

As she laid there on her own mismatched comforter, she stared at the perfectly proportioned ceiling above her. It was here, in the quiet that she was so familiar with, that her thoughts began to swirl and pick at everything that had happened over the past few weeks, particularly her interaction with Soren on the countertop.

What on earth were you thinking? You were almost out and decided to say something to that human. That human who fed me, clothed me, and healed me. Don’t be ridiculous! His sons were the ones who put you in that situation in the first place. But not Soren. I don’t have a real reason to be upset with him. He’s a human! That’s reason enough.

A human who seemed sad that I was leaving. A human who had nothing to gain by helping me. A human who sounded like he was going to miss me…

Ashlynn paused at this thought. For so long, it felt like she had been on her own, and now an emptiness in her chest that she had forgotten she had was opened again. Maybe that’s what it was. Maybe that’s why she spoke up and talked to Soren. Maybe that’s what she would miss – someone missing her. Not the human, but the fact her absence meant something to someone else.

She swallowed the lump forming in her throat and rolled over, hoping that was enough to jostle the thoughts rattling her and her mind.

Are you really okay with this? Having a human missing you? If that’s what it is at all?

The thing was… Ashlynn’s answer… was yes.

One thing was certain, and that was she needed to shed these feelings as fast as possible. Come the spring, she would need to consider moving and she needed to stay as far away from Soren and the two boys as possible.

Or… would she….

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A Tall and Small Collection | Original Story

[ateotd-izzy]

anti-hero | joel dawson x fem!reader

“i wake up screaming from dreaming one day i’ll watch as you’re leaving and life will lose all its meaning”

after everything that had happened to you over the last 7 years in the literal apocalypse, you’ve developed some serious issues with trust.

“it’s me, hi, i’m the problem, it’s me”

and maybe a few insecurities too. but that could just be your fault.

“at tea time everybody agrees”

so when you and your boyfriend joel go out to the surface to find his ex-girlfriend aimee, the only person left from his old life, you start feeling like, well, a problem.

“i’ll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror”

warnings: insecure reader?? idk none really

“it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero”

☾

you followed behind joel as he walked ahead, looking down at the map your colony had given the two of you.

he was so dead-set on going to find aimee and her colony that you only went with him because you knew there was a chance that if you didn’t, you would never see him again.

but there he was, happy and oblivious as he walked down the overgrown street.

what if he didn’t want you there? what if he just wanted to go alone to get away from you? what if he wanted to leave you behind? what if he still liked aimee? what if-

“y/n?”

you looked up to see joel staring back at you expectantly. he had stopped walking and was now looking back at you.

“hmm?”

“i asked if you’re okay.” he repeated, taking a few steps over to you. “are you?”

“yeah, joel, i’m fine.” you smile at him and he smiles back.

“you sure?” he asked, pushing a bit of hair away from your eyes.

“yes, i’m sure.”

“good.” he pecked your lips before taking your hand in his. “come on.”

he seemed like he still loved you, but what if he was just pretending because you were there and he didn’t want to hurt your feelings? what if he’s just a really good actor?

you tried to push those thoughts from your head. at least for the time being.

the more your trip had gone on, the worse you felt.

you had major anxiety over the entire situation, and you felt horrible because the closer you got to the beach meant the closer you were to aimee.

and you could not stop thinking about how either of you could die at any moment, even with the help of two strangers you had met.

joel seemed over the moon the closer you got to the beach and he would keep on talking about aimee as you walked.

“you know, she actually got me these pencils.” joel told you as he drew the large frog-like creature the two of you had encountered just a few days earlier into his book.

the dog you had found, boy, was curled up by your leg as you ate.

clyde and minnow, the two strangers who had been helping the two of you survive for the last day or so, were sat on the opposite side of the fire.

“yeah, you mentioned that already, kid.” clyde mumbled, his mouth full of the beans he was eating. “i think your girlfriend’s getting sick of it.”

your head shot up, scaring boy for a moment, while joel’s turned to look at you.

“i’m fine. i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you shrugged it off, even if it were true.

you didn’t need joel to know about your worries or insecurities when it came to aimee.

he just seemed so excited and you felt like maybe you were the one thing that was stopping him from feeling happy.

so instead you focused on the dog in your lap, stroking and playing with boy until your small group had to leave.

as clyde and minnow led, boy running circles around the young girl, joel fell back to walk beside you.

“what’s going on with you?” he asked softly. “you okay?”

you nodded and joel gave you a look.

“i’m fine.” you insisted.

“you know you can talk to me… right?”

his words sounded genuine, and his facial expression was easily readable. he looked concerned.

“yeah, of course.” you put on a smile. “don’t worry, joel.”

you were no longer with clyde and minnow when you and joel reached the old broken down motel you decided to stay at for the night.

it was storming outside as you, your boyfriend, and your dog ran for shelter.

joel had been extra happy since he had killed one of the monsters and saved boy.

“wow.” joel breathed out, looking at the rain, and you tore your eyes away from him to look out at the sky.

rain was something you had missed from the outside world.

“you know, i haven’t felt the rain in seven years.” joel said to boy and you just kept watching the storm. “pretty cool. pretty cool.”

joel then wrapped his arms around your body and sat his chin on your shoulder. he pressed a short kiss to your neck, and you didn’t move.

your attention was entirely focused on the rain. you had forgotten how much you had loved it.

back when you were a teenager, you used to sit by your window whenever it would storm and just watch the rain, soft music playing from your headphones.

it was your favorite weather.

“how’re you doing?” joel asked quietly and you turned your head a little.

“i’m fine.” you responded, ignoring the few tears that had pricked in your eyes due to all the emotions you had been feeling.

“hello.” a sudden robotic voice spoke from behind you and joel spun around, letting his arms fall from your waist.

joel started walking inside, towards the voice, and you sat down, watching the rain fall.

you could hear some kind of electronic whirring, but didn’t turn your head.

“holy shit. you’re alive.” joel’s voice came from behind you. “i mean… you’re on.”

“i have 51 minutes of power left. what is your name?”

“uh, i’m joel. my name is joel.”

after he introduced himself, you turned your head. boy came and curled himself up on your lap, letting you pet him.

you didn’t listen to what was going on behind you until joel called your name.

“y/n, you gotta come in here.” he chuckled. “it’s… it’s a real mav1s.”

you stood up, being careful not to hurt boy as you did so, and walked inside, sitting beside joel on the springy mattress.

“mav1s, this is my girlfriend, y/n.” joel introduced with a smile.

“hello, y/n.”

“hi.” you mumbled.

“joel, besides conversing with me, for which i am eternally grateful, may i ask what you are doing outside of your colony?”

“yeah, um…”

“did you steal food?” the mav1s’s eyes narrowed.

“no. no, i didn’t steal any food.” joel responded and you couldn’t help but snicker at his tone.

joel looked at you, noticing the fact that he hadn’t heard you laugh in quite a while.

he then looked back at the mav1s. “y/n and i are actually… on a quest. to find a girl. um, an old friend of mine, actually.”

“how lovely! what is her name?”

“uh, aimee. with one i and two e’s.”

you kissed joel’s cheek and walked outside again. you sat on the ground, right on the edge of the concrete so the rain would fall against your head.

you hadn’t realized just how long you had zoned out for until you heard joel bringing mav1s outside and sitting her on the couch.

“i, uh, i need to pee.” joel picked up his crossbow and started walking away. “i’ll be back.”

was he leaving? oh, my god, was he ditching you?

“is something troubling you, y/n?” mav1s asked as you watched joel walk inside. “you can tell me anything, as i am an empathetic listener.”

you stood up as the rain slowed down and sat beside the mav1s on the old couch.

“also, my memory banks will be permanently erased in 14 minutes.”

you sat quietly for a moment before looking at the robot.

“did joel talk to you about aimee much?”

“only for a moment. he talked to her on his radio. why do you ask?”

“do you think he… likes her?” you asked.

“yes, i do think he likes his friend, as he-”

“no, no. no, mav1s, i meant, like… do you think he has, like, romantic feelings for her?”

“what makes you ask that?”

“before everything that happened, and before he met me in our colony, joel and aimee were together. aimee was his girlfriend before i was.” you sighed and leaned back in your seat. “i just… do you think he’s gonna leave me for her?”

“while he was talking to aimee on his radio, joel spoke very fondly of you.”

“am i crazy to be totally freaking out that joel’s gonna leave me forever?”

“what?” joel asked as he approached you again. you hadn’t even noticed him appear.

you went quiet. “nothing. it doesn’t matter.”

he sat himself beside you. “y/n, i’m never gonna leave you. why would you even think that?”

you looked down at your lap and shrugged. he crouched in front of you to meet your eyes.

you sighed at the confused look on his face. joel was always so clueless.

“aimee.” you answered.

“huh?”

“do you still have feelings for her?”

joel was silent for a moment, staring into your eyes. worry took over your features as you searched his face for some kind of answer to your question.

then a smile grew on joel’s face, which turned into a chuckle.

“what?” you asked and joel shook his head.

“nothing, you’re just funny.”

“joel, i’m being serious. why are you coming all this way for her? do you still have feelings for her?” you stared down at him and he rested his hands on your shoulders.

“y/n, i only have feelings for you. i swear.” his smile had softened as he spoke. “aimee’s someone from my past. yes, i dated her when i was 17, but that’s different now. i only want you. not aimee, not anybody.”

“then why..?”

“she’s my friend, and it’s been like 7 years. i just wanted to see what it’s like out here, and i haven’t seen anyone i knew before all this in over half a decade.”

joel frowned and put a hand on your cheek.

“i guess i just got excited. i forgot to ask if you were even okay with all this.”

a smile tugged on your lips. “it’s fine, joel.”

“i love you, okay?” he told you, his voice honest. “i love you.”

“i love you too.” you whispered out and leant forward to wrap your arms around his neck.

he hugged you tight and pulled you to your feet.

as he held you, he slowly rocked the two of you back and forth.

music slowly started to play, coming from mav1s, and joel smiled before spinning you around.

it was raining more, and joel pulled you out from under the shelter and into the rain.

his hair stuck to his face as he smiled, leaning forward and pecking you on the lips.

“you’re the only one for me, okay? don’t you ever doubt that for a second.” he mumbled into your ear as the two of you danced. “you’re my girl.”

you smiled and lifted your hand from his shoulder to push his hair from his eyes.

the two of you danced in the rain until mav1s’ power ran out and the music abruptly stopped.

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a/n: how has this been in my drafts since june…

[loki-laufeyson223]

The Secret

Warnings: Morning Sickness, pregnancy scare, regular (if not lighter) spn violence, tittle bit of cussin, some suggestive things........

Word Count: 2.9k

“Scarlett! Come on. Sammy’s waitin’ for us in Baby.”  I flushed the toilet to wash away the last ten minutes I’d been in the bathroom for and got up off my knees from my place  on the cold tile floor. The entire time I had been locked in there with morning sickness. My husband, Dean, didn’t know I was pregnant yet because I was waiting until the  second trimester to tell anyone. I had a high risk pregnancy and I didn’t want to get him excited about having a baby just to lose it to a third miscarriage. I was already twelve weeks so I only had to wait two more before I told Dean. “Hold up. Lemme brush my teeth real quick Hun.”  “Alright, I’m headed to the garage.”

I slid into the leather seat of the Impala, the usual scent of Dean and Sam’s cologne combined wouldn’t usually bother me but I was pregnant so of course it did. I cringed a little, enough for Dean to notice, when the smell invaded my nose.  “Sweetheart? You okay?”  “Yeah Dean, just a little off this mornin.”  “If we need to stop you let me know. Sammy can get over it.”  There was some humor in that but he was still dead serious. I nodded and gave Sam a small smile then Dean started the car and took off.

After about five hours in the car and a four hour nap, we pass the welcome sign into Sidney, Nebraska. There was a witch who was placing hex bags on people who had “done him wrong”, leading them to private yet gruesome deaths.  We pulled up to the motel just on the outskirts of the town and Sam went to go get us a room. We grabbed our stuff and headed towards the door that matched the key Sam gave us while he went on a grub run. As soon as we got in the room Dean pounced on me with questions. 

“Scarlett, Imma need ya’ to be serious with me.”  “Ok.”  “Are you okay?”  “Yeah.”  “Do you feel off at all? Was it a bad idea bringin you on this case?”  “No. I feel just fine and also no, there was no mistake in bringing me on this case.”  “Ok. I’m trusting you.”  “You always can.”  “Good, now come here.”  There was a mischievous smile forming on his face as I rose off the bed and walked towards his spot in the small kitchen area, in front of the counter. 

He grabbed my waist with a gentle touch, though Dean is one of the most famous and rough hunters known to the world we live in, he’s as harmful as a stuffed animal with me and the rest of his family. Dean turned us around so my back was to the counter and lifted me onto it. I felt his breath against the shell of my ear when he leaned in to press kisses along my neck. “Let’s hurry before Sammy gets back.”

Sam walked in thirty minutes later on Dean and I in a heated kiss. “Hey! Not in here. I was gonna set our food on that counter.”  “Yeah, yeah Sammy. Always interrupting.”  “Maybe don’t wait till we’re sharing a room.”  Dean just scoffed and went to grab the food from Sam. We sat down to eat and when we were finished, Dean clearly wasn’t on the subject of Sam walking in when things are getting heated. I knew he wasn’t in the wrong though, Sam anyways.  “Y’know you’re always killin the mood Sammy.”  “Well Dean, maybe don’t wait until we’re sharing a room.” Dean whipped to me as if I was gonna be the one to defend him. “Come on Scar, help me out.”  “Nope. Gotta go get dressed.”  On my way to the bathroom I grab my FBI pantsuit and walk in, shutting the door with my foot. 

When I walk out of the bathroom Sam and Dean are already dressed and are sitting on one of the queen beds playing bloody knuckles. God, I married a ten year old.  “You two ready to go?”  “Yep. I’m just tryna get your husband to give up.”  Sam gave one more good punch and Dean yielded. “My day has just been made. Now we can leave.”  

We pulled up to an old junkyard where we had tracked the witch to and once we were parked, Dean grabbed the dark tarp we keep in the trunk for cases like this. We pulled out the guns we already had loaded with the witch-killing bullets and made our way to the small building off to the side of the yard. It was completely surrounded by trees and kudzu. We somehow managed to work our way past the spiked plant and towards the door. 

The moment we walked inside there was the sound of something shuffling around then, a figure stepped out of the shadowed corner. Though due to the dark room and only a sliver of moonlight shining through the boarded up window, we could only make out the not so grand height of the man we knew as the witch killing and taking all of the innocent lives of people who did no wrong though he claimed the opposite.

  “Don't take another step.”  “And if we do?”  Sam’s voice boomed.  “Then that girl I can presume as the wife of the great Dean Winchester, much less Scarlett Abbott, will die.”  Dean went to move the gun he had out of his pocket when all of a sudden the witch nodded his head towards me then the wall. 

I was flung against a nearby wall just behind the witch. A sharp pain ran through my entire body, reaching my head creating a dull ache behind my eyes. Dean stepped up, “You let her go you bastard!”  “Not until she tells the little secret she’s been keeping from you and the rest of your pathetic little family.”  Dean looked to me with worry edging his eyes, along with rage.  “Scarlett, what’s he talking about?”   “Dean, please don’t be upset with me.”  “I won't, but please just tell me. What the hell’s goin on here?”  “I’m pregnant.”  “What?”  It was so quiet it was almost never said. Then, it all went black. 

Dean’s POV

“I’m pregnant.”  “What?”   

Those were the last words exchanged between my wife and I before the witch dropped her from the top of the wall, to the floor. She was limp, almost lifeless. “SCARLETT, NO!”.  I turned to the witch then my brother. I nodded towards Scarlett, letting him know to go check on her. Once he took off, the witch turned to me with a devilish smile, laughing. “You know, by now, that baby she’s carrying is probably dead, right?” 

 “Lemme give you a piece of my mind. Come here!”  “I think I’m good, ya know.”   “If you don’t get over here right now, I’ll kill your ass.”  “With what exactly?”  “Witch killing bullets.”  “There’s no wa-”  I cut him off by aiming for his arm and firing. He looked at me with wide eyes, seeing as his magic wasn’t healing the wound. I stalked over to him and sent a right hook, breaking his nose.  “That’s for my wife!”   

Once he was on the floor bent over, I kicked upwards into his stomach. I swear I heard a sickly bone crunch, as if I had broken some of his ribs. Good.  “Oh my God! What was that for!?”  “My unborn child, you bastard.”  I grabbed my gun, aiming for his head, I pulled the trigger. “That was for all the innocent lives you took.”   

Sam ran up to me with Scarlett in his arms.  “She’s fine. Breathing, though a little shallow, but alive.”  “Good. He’s not though.”  “That’s good too.”  “So, are we just gonna stand here or are we gonna go to the car?”  “Yeah, yep. Let’s go.”

Scarlett’s POV

I woke up in the motel with Dean sitting beside me tending to the small gashes on my arms that I had acquired at the junkyard. He immediately noticed I was up. “Hey Sweetheart, how ya feelin?”  “Like I’ve been hit by Baby goin 120.”  

 “I bet. Hey, about what you said earlier. You thought I would be mad? You know how long we’ve waited for this to happen.”  His voice was deep and strained.  “Yeah well, I thought you’d be mad cause I was hiding it and to add on to that, I went on a case. Who knows, the baby could be dead.”  

“Sam’s already workin on gettin Cas down here so we can see if there really is anything wrong but until then we’re stayin here, just in case. As for the hidin part, I get it. You didn’t want to disappoint me if anything happened to the baby and that’s fine. But, if 

something does happen we will work through it together, like we have before. I love you and you know that I’d do anything for you and that baby, even if they haven't been born yet.”  

I could feel tears blooming in my eyes and falling down my cheeks just at his words. Damn hormones. Dean brought his hand to my cheek and I could feel the heat radiating off of him. As my tears fell he wiped them away just as fast as they came. “I love you Scarlett. You know that right?”  I nodded, “I love you too Dean.”  It was barely a whisper and shaky.  

“Do you want to shower? Sammy and I already have. I can help you if you need it.”  “Yeah, I wanna shower.”  “Help?”  I just nodded and made the motion to get up when I felt light headed all of a sudden and I stumbled back about to fall. Dean caught me and brought me back up straight. “Woah, easy there tiger.”  He bent down slightly and put one of his arms under my knees and the other on my back, pulling me into a bridal style carry and walking to the bathroom. 

Dean set me down on the counter and walked over to the bath and turned back to me. “Bath or shower hun?”  I shrugged and just looked at him through blurry eyes. “Bath then.”  He started the bath, making sure that the water was at the right temperature before coming over to me and kneeling down. Dean untied my shoe laces removing the muddy boots then he unbuttoned my jeans. 

After sliding the torn denim off my legs he stood up and removed my shirt. With the same gentle manner he helped me get rid of my underthings. Dean slowly and steadily stood me up off the counter. “C’mere babe.”  Reaching out he slid his arm underneath both of mine and walked me to the bath and helped me lower myself into the warm water. “I’ll be back.”  

He came back from the main part of the motel with my emergency bottles of anxiety body wash and shampoo. I always kept them in my duffle just in case we had a really bad hunt. All three of us used it from time to time. Sam even went out and bought his own. 

Dean sat down on the side of the tub and began getting my hair wet. As soon as he was satisfied with his work, he grabbed the bottle of shampoo and poured enough in his hand to fully saturate my hair. Dean began massaging my scalp, pulling relieved sighs from deep in my throat. 

He rinsed out the shampoo and put in some conditioner and left it to sit for a few minutes. He got up once he was finished and grabbed his phone. “I just thought of this, do you wanna listen to music?”  “Yeah, sure.”  One of my favorite songs, Patience by Guns N’ Roses started playing and both Dean and I began humming along to the song while Dean grabbed a washcloth and poured some of my purple lavender body wash on it. 

“Lemme see your arm hun.” I raised up my right arm and Dean began washing the dirt and blood off of the bare skin. Carefully, Dean rinsed all of the conditioner out of my long blonde hair and walked over to the cabinet in the bathroom and grabbed two towels.  I grabbed onto the shower wall and raised myself up. Dean handed me one of the towels and I wrapped my hair into it before grabbing the other and tying it around myself.  

“Do you want to wear your sweats or t-shirt before bed?”  “Zepps shirt.”  “Ok. Lemme grab it real quick, I’ll be back.”  I nodded and when he walked out I grabbed my hairbrush and let the towel holding the mess together loose. I made sure to fully work through every knot and tangle, making sure that I didn’t pull too hard due to the dull ache that settled in the back of my head. 

Dean came back into the bathroom with his 1977 Led Zeppelin tour shirt and a fresh pair of underwear. “Do you need help with these or do you got it?”  “S’ok, I got it.”  “Alright Sweetheart. I’ll be out here if you need me.”  I nodded and he shut the door with a soft smile. 

When I walked out of the bathroom, Dean was sitting on the bed typing something out on his phone. I supposed it was Sam, hopefully with an update on Cas.  “Hey Sweetheart.”  Dean quirked a brow as if he somehow sensed the looming cloud of doubt over my head.  “Where’s that head of yours at?”  “Somewhere it shouldn’t be.”  “I figured as much.”  Yup, knew it. 

Dean got off the bed and walked over to me. Once he reached my spot in front of the bathroom and placed his hands on my shoulders. “Darlin’, what is it?”  I avoided his question with another.  “Is there an update with Cas’ eta yet?”  Dean shook his head and sighed, knowing he wasn’t getting anything out of me until I knew that the baby was okay and my fears had been relieved. Even then I might keep it all locked up. 

“Yeah. Sammy said Cas was dealin’ with some stuff in Heaven, just helpin’ Jack out a little. He said he’d be back down here as soon as possible.”  “Alright. Can we just lay down for a while then?”  “Of course Sweetheart.”  

Dean grabbed my hand and turned towards the bed. We walked over to the bed and Dean pulled all the covers back, adjusting a pillow for him to prop up on. Once he was fully settled, I climbed in the bed, laying down half on top, half off of my husband. Dean rubbed a gentle hand up and down my back, causing me to drift off into sleep.

Three Hours Later

Dean’s POV

I finally woke up from a well needed nap when Sam entered the motel with Cas following behind.  “Hello Dean.”  Cas greeted me with his usual deep and gravelly voice. He stalked over to the bed where Scarlett and I were laying. “Hey Cas.”  It came out more strained than I meant. The amount of stress I’ve been holding back is killing me. I’ve been praying as hard as I can to Jack that our child is okay. 

While Cas and Sam were talking about some shit going on in Heaven, I went to try and wake up Scarlett. I walked over to the bed where she was sleeping and sat down beside her. I took a moment to admire the absolute goddess in front of me. This was the woman I had the privilege to call my wife. Now she’s carrying my child and I couldn’t be more proud.

I reached out and placed my hand gingerly on her shoulder. “Sweetheart, you gotta wake up. Cas is here.”  Her hazel-green eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me with a tight lipped smile. I knew she wasn’t ready for this and neither was I but I knew we both couldn’t live with the anxiety that there could possibly be something wrong with our baby. I helped her sit up and I propped up a pillow behind her so she could rest comfortably. Cas walked over to the bed with a grim look set upon his face. “Are you two ready?”

With Castiel on the right side of the bed, I rounded the bed to sit down on the left side with Scarlett. As soon as I was within her reach, she grabbed a white-knuckled hold of my right hand with her left. I ran my thumb over her solid silver wedding band letting her know that I was there with her through anything, remembering the day that I’d made the promise to love her till the day I die, all those years ago. 

Cas finished his examinations, more like his grace did, with a small smile on his face. Scarlett spoke up. “Is the baby ok?”  “Moreover, you’re currently pregnant with an extremely healthy baby girl.”  A. What.  

Scarlett’s POV

Did he just say a girl? I turned to Dean with a beaming smile on my face, his the same. “We’re havin’ a girl Sweetheart.”  Dean whispered. Tears were running down both our faces, unable to contain our relief and excitement. I nodded and pulled Dean’s face closer to mine. Our foreheads pressed against one another, breathing the same intimate air. “We’re gonna be ok.”  Dean leaned forward slightly to capture my lips in a short, sweet kiss. “Yeah.” He breathed. “Yeah, we are.”  

[aiai0]

Hello! This is my first post on here! I post across ao3 and wattpad- username -Aiai-01.

In which Sanemi is haunted by the voice of his dead lover that he was forced to behead.

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"Do i make you feel sick?"

Those five words rang Sanemi's ears as if a gong had just been struck right in his ears.

Turning around, he looked for the source, his eyes darting around his surroundings as he felt a creeping feeling of anxiety.

He recognised that voice. How could he not?

He had been hearing it for the past six months.

That voice belonged to his dead girlfriend.

The only woman he ever managed to love.

The woman he was planning on marrying.

He still felt the guilt as strong as that day he had to be the one to take her life. It was his job. He couldn't allow a demon to roam free, no matter who they were before.

The woman he loved was long gone.

"Are you satisfied? I'm gone and you're free." The voice continued its taunting.

Yelling, Sanemi fell to his knees, his scarred and calloused hands desperately covering his ears.

It wasn't his fault. It wasn't.

He kept telling himself that you would want him to carry out your execution if you were able to talk.

"Sanemi! I trusted you!" The voice sounded pained. Almost as if there was blood spilling from their mouth.

"Stop! Stop it!" He yelled, squeezing his eyes shut. He wanted to get away from the torment. It had been weeks and he couldn't get a single wink of sleep.

Not a single moment away from the voice.

The voice had no body. He couldn't see you, and that's what made it ultimately worse.

"Am I making you sick?" It repeated, sounding closer.

He felt a pair of arms wrap around his balled up body, but he didn't dare move nor make an attempt to look.

He was too scared.

The great Sanemi Shinazugawa, reduced to nothing but the tormented shell of a broken man.

"Sanemi, sweetie.. it's okay. Let's make up! I promise I won't eat you." The voice cheered. It was sadistic how you managed to stay in his life, even beyond the barriers of life and death.

"I promised I would protect you.." he mumbled, tears falling onto the wooden oak panels, "yet I was the one.." he trailed off, feeling himself gagging.

He felt sick. Sick by the thought of his sword slicing your skin so easily.

He felt the voice's hand cup his cheek from behind, its arms wrapping around his neck.

"How about you pay me a visit. I'll be good, I swear." It suggested.

Sanemi opened his eyes, shoving the feeling away from him. He needed to get away from it. He needed to wake up from this horrible dream, to feel your warm body wrapped tightly in his arms, sound asleep. Safe and alive.

He had a new found need to find that demon, Muzan. That twisted, disgusting piece of shit.

He wanted- no, needed- to be the one to destroy him.

He scrambled to his feet, fumbling to his drawer for some matches and a candle.

He needed to get out of the darkness.

“I can’t see you!” he yelled, lighting the candle and holding it out in front of him.

It was true. He wouldn’t be able to even take a step near your grave. It was just an empty buried coffin. You weren’t there because he had been the cause of your body turning to nothing but ash, disintegrating and flying away.

He heard a giggle, and footsteps.

He threw the bowl that was on his night stand at the window, quickly following after it and jumping out.

Bits of rotten food poisoned his already dead plants.

He had already dismissed every single maid that worked at his manor, wanting to be alone and far away from everyone.

He hadn’t seen any of the Hashira since the day you died. They didn’t even bother contacting him for any missions either.

He hopped over the wall, running in the direction of the headquarters.

He didn’t know why he was making his way there in the dead of night, but he listened to his body and gave in.

Maybe a mission was waiting for him? Maybe it was just what he needed to gain some comfort.

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This is fucked up

Sanemi’s crazed eyes stared at the shrine that had been put up in memory of you.

Why? Why did he have to see this now?

He grabbed the picture frame, gripping it tightly in his hands. His eyes scanned every detail of your beautiful face. He refused to look at a picture of you since the day of your funeral.

On the top of the frame, ‘a dear and brave warrior’ was carved.

He dropped to his knees. He had forgotten how breathtaking you looked. He hugged the frame close to his chest, bitting his bottom lip and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Sanemi? Is that you?” He heard a voice speak up from behind him. A different voice from the one that had been tormenting him.

“Oh my.. it really is you!” The voice cheered, walking towards him.

He didn’t move an inch. He kept you close to his heart, keeping his eyes shut.

“(Y/n)’s been waiting for you. It’s been six months, Sanemi.” The person said, crossing their arms.

“For god’s sakes, Tengen. Do you ever shut the fuck up?” Sanemi whispered, tossing your picture frame onto the ground.

Tengen clicked his tongue, sitting down beside the white haired man.

He placed a hand on his shoulder, letting out a consoling and tired sigh.

“You’ve shut yourself in for six months. You haven’t let yourself heal, Sanemi.” He said. Annoyingly, he was right and that’s was pissed Sanemi off even more.

He slapped Uzui’s hand away, standing up and walking away.

Tengen quickly caught up, grabbing him by the arm.

“Why don’t you come on a mission with me?” He suggested, letting go once Sanemi turned around to face him with a ticked off expression.

“No. Piss off.”

“It involves one of the upper moons. Come with me and maybe we’ll get closer to finding Muzan.”

Sanemi thought about it. Finding Muzan was what he wanted right now. More than anything.

Sanemi grunted, turning around and walking away.

“Fine. Meet here tomorrow.”

He returned home, collapsing to the ground.

Sleep consumed him immediately, his exhaustion catching up to him like a pain in the ass.

After seeing your shrine, he ceased to hear your voice.

Something he’d grow to miss dearly.

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