#or change the days to unpaid time off

[tardis--dreams]

Me panicking because i have 9 missed calls and 5 emails talking about my absence and how "a colleague could take over for me" vs. Me knowing it's really not that important no matter how pushy a client is and that on top of it I'm underpaid and have way to much overtime so i shouldn't even care

[guinevereslancelot]

oughhhh new boss hasn't even fully taken over yet but she seems so incompetent 😬

[poisonedfate]

literally in distress over my job rejecting my availability

[gilverrwrites]

Your neighbour; Jason, he's built like a brick shithouse and has a resting scowl that could put Death on edge. That is until you get him talking. Then he smiles, and even with all that grit and grime he's a sight for sore eyes.

He's a mechanic, he fixes up your old clunker every few weeks for dirt cheap, if not for free. When you push him on it, feeling bad for letting him put in all those extra unpaid hours for you he says it's just cause Gothamites gotta stick together, especially people from your mutual neck of the woods. Besides, if you didn't bring him guilt muffins every time you brought your banger in, then he'd never eat breakfast.

But really it's cause he'd have to be a totally new breed of ass if he charged you for having your car sabotaged. Every time you leave him alone he throws an extra bolts in your engine or tweaks your wires. Never anything that could cause real damage, or put you in danger. He's not trying to kill you, he just thinks you're the single most beautiful thing he's ever laid eyes on and has no idea how to say that to you without the very real possibility of throwing up.

It’s the same reason you just so happen to always do laundry on the same night every week, and why he so often appears to bump into you during your weekly grocery shop. You should really change up your routine.

Thinking about his actions later; they definitely seems worse than they do in the moment. He just likes to spend time with you and hasn't figured out the right way to go about it yet. It’s not like he can just knock on your door out of the blue. That would be weird, right?

So, every few weeks you bring your car to the shop, and Jason tries not to ogle you the whole time he's pretending to check on your suspension, or whatever else. Often, you bring it by after work, and he tells you he won't have time to look at it before closing so that he can drive you back to your apartment complex in near silence but for you complimenting his CD collection and him asking how the rest of your day was. Then he walks you to your door and with pink cheeks and darting eyes he asks if you have any plans for the weekend. Whatever your answer he always replies the same; “Cool. So… Well, goodnight.”

And then he rushes to his own apartment where he’ll eventually fall asleep remembering the enthralling sound of your laughter at one of his jokes earlier, your jeans and the way they hugged your thighs just right, your eyes glinting under the florescent light of his shop sign. How your skin would feel under his hard, oil-stained fingers. Whether he’d have the nerve to finally ask you out when he drops your keys off for the 100th time tomorrow.

[sensationallysangwoo]

𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝙸𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝙲𝚑𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚡 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍!𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙵𝙻𝚄𝙵𝙵

𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝙲𝚑𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚢, 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗! 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝: 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃, 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃, 𝙳𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕, 𝚂𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎, 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚝𝙳𝚘𝚖!𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘, 𝚂𝚞𝚋!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝙰𝚐𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚙 (𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙳𝚄𝙻𝚃)

**𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛: 𝙼𝚒𝚗-𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍!

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“Take that off. You’re dressed like a complete hoe. Why do you feel the need to show yourself off to everyone huh? I’ve never seen someone so desperate for attention. Go change now or I’m not taking your ass out.”

Your head hangs low at the words of your asshole husband, Min-joon. You’re wearing a dress you just bought the other day. You loved it on yourself in the fitting room, you really did. You felt so confident and sexy gazing at yourself in the mirror, and now, that’s all shot down due to your insecure, good-for-nothing, narcissistic husband.

Min-joon comes from a privileged background. His father is a CEO of a real estate company, and spoiled his son absolutely rotten since day 1. Min-joon never held a job and is, well, a nepo baby. At first, the relationship was okay. He complimented you, took you on nice expensive dates, held the door for you, and put on the facade of caring about you. He had you fooled for quite some time.

The two of you married due to familial pressure. He’s handsome, loaded, and could easily provide for you for life. Your mother told you it was a no-brainer and, aforementioned, he treated you alright.

However, as the two of you settled into married life, things became…sour. You noticed Min-joon would throw little digs at you here and there. “Was your stomach always that pudgy?” “I can’t go out with you with that zit on your forehead. That’s humiliating.” “You’re going to eat all of that?” Are just a few examples.

These digs evolved into full-blown arguments. Tears, stress, anxiety attacks, feelings of hopelessness and just overall a cloud of dread hanging over you any time you were inside your own home with him present.

He began to withdraw from you entirely. Barely speaking to you. Not even sleeping in the same bed as you. No hugs. No kisses. No intimacy in almost a year. It’s like you don’t even exist to him. You cook, you clean, and you do his laundry. That’s it. You’re an unpaid, live-in maid.

Bring it back to the present. Red-faced, you snap back at him. “I’ll wear whatever the fuck I want, Min-joon. K? This is the first date we’ve even attempted to go on in almost a year and you’re starting shit. I’ll just go my damn self!”

“What the fuck ever. Go be a fucking slob in some gross dive bar, I don’t care. You can go pick up some grungy guy and catch something. Have fun.” He spits back before turning on his heel and storming into the bedroom.

You grab your purse and stamp out the door, to the car, making sure to grab his credit card on the way out.

Fuck him.

You relish on the harsh words he spoke to you moments earlier, and you tell yourself that Min-joon’s bullshit is well, just bullshit. You’re not an ugly slob. You’re not a hoe for wearing what you feel confident in. You’re beautiful, stunning, sexy and sophisticated.

You’re going to go have fun on his dime without a care in the world.

You pull up to your favorite bar. Not some hoity-toity, high-end country club that you and Shithead frequent. A down-to-Earth, locally owned cozy bar that you have plenty of memories in.

Memories of laughter, smiles, and passionate short-lived flings that felt like a roller coaster ride. Happier times.

Speaking of flings, as soon as your walk through the doorway, you instantly lay eyes on him.

Cho Sang-woo.

He’s seated at the bartop, whiskey on the rocks in one hand, cigarette in the other. A grey blazer hugs his body as his glasses sit on his perfectly shaped nose.

The memories flood back into your mind. Suddenly it’s 4 years ago. You hadn’t even known Min-joon at this time.

It’s 12a.m., and you’re stumbling clumsily out of this very bar on Cho Sang-woo’s arm. You’re laughing loudly and the older man chuckles deeply. Some stupid drunken joke you made. You knew neither of you were okay to drive, but you needed somewhere a bit more private to unleash the tension that’s been plaguing the two of you all night.

The backseat of his little black sedan. Strong, veiny hands wander under your shirt. Soft lips crash onto yours, the taste of whiskey and cigarettes on his tongue mingling with the remnants of a fruity cocktail on yours.

Fingertips tangled in hair, skin on skin, blurry vision and vertigo. Moans and gasps and magnificent highs. More cigarettes and post-sex deep conversations.

You woke up on your best friend’s couch the very next day, and Cho Sang-woo was nothing but a memory.

He slurred his name to you that night, before shoving his tongue down your throat. You never exchanged phone numbers though. You searched high and low for him on social media but he definitely doesn’t have any, as he is pushing 50. He hasn’t left your mind these past 4 years. These past 4, unhappy years you’ve been yearning for the older man whose presence felt like home.

Here he is, about 10 feet away from you right this very moment. Same exact bar. Same way he was sitting back then, when you first saw him, too. Deja vu at its finest.

Your heart is beating in your neck. Should you walk up to him? Say hello? Should you act like a complete stranger? Or should you remind him of 4 years ago? His dark eyes lock with yours from across the room before you can even select an option.

Swallowing thickly, you walk over to him, zig-zagging through the noisy socializing bar patrons scattered about. As you get closer, the corners of his mouth upturn ever so slightly. That shy, barely-there smile of his never fails to make your heart flutter.

“Hey, you. What are you doing here? Haven’t seen you in a minute.” He says coolly. You can see a spark in his eyes, though. That stoicism of his is all a facade.

You swallow thickly. “I just…wanted to get out. That’s all.” You stammer, feeling small in his presence. You forgot how damn intimidating he is up close.

“Married now, huh?” He points to your left hand with a free finger, his other digits pinching the burning cigarette he’s been puffing on.

“Yeah….I can’t even believe you remember me. I mean…it’s been so long…” You trail off.

He takes a puff before pushing his glasses up. “How could I forget you? Back to that ring though. You happy?”

You couldn’t even change the subject. He’s dying for an answer. He gently sucks on his straw, waiting for your response. You know exactly what he’s trying to do.

You sigh. “To be honest with you, no. Not one bit.” You confess as you slink onto the stool next to his.

And here comes your internal struggle. You are a good hearted person. You’ve always been faithful to Min-joon despite his mistreatment of you because you simply don’t believe in cheating. You’ve always been dependable and held your word to everyone and anyone. But if someone is verbally abusing you day-in and day-out, then why should you remain faithful? The relationship is already tainted. Your mental tug-of-war is interrupted by Sang-woo passing the cigarette to you.

You take a drag, your heart fluttering at the thought of his lips being on that cigarette, too. “Okay so you’re not happy. So why are you with him? You know divorce exists, right?” He asks, inquisitively raising his brows.

“I’m just too…comfortable…I guess. I haven’t worked since him and I got together. Life is easy physically but mentally—“

“It’s shit. I know Min-joon.” He replies casually while handing the bartender his credit card.

Your eyes widen. “How the fuck do you know Min-joon?”

“Well, correction, I know his father. He finances with Joy Investments. I’ve helped him out before. Real fuckin’ dick. Can’t imagine his son is any better. Hey, thank you.” He nods at the bartender, who just set his next drink down.

“You knew we got married? How?” You inquire, shocked.

“His father was showing us all pictures of your wedding in Greece. Bragging to us all in the office saying that we could never even dream of that. I recognized your face.”

Small world, huh. Small, small world.

“Well that was all for show. He hurts me deeply every single day.” You say matter-of-factly.

A lazy trail of smoke slides out of Sang-woo’s lips. “Does he put his hands on you?”

“No…not yet at least…It’s all verbal abuse.”

“That’s just as bad.”

You can feel Sang-woo’s dark eyes on you, studying you like you’re a bug under a microscope. You’re giving him every answer he’s been dying for these past 4 years.

After hours of conversing, drinking, laughing, and flirting, it’s almost time to wrap it up. The bartender announces last call as patrons start to put on their jackets and clear out. You and Sang-woo are tipsy and his arm has found its way completely around you.

He’s hugging you close, so close you can feel his breath on your jawline. “Let’s go.” He whispers lowly in your ear, sending a chill down your spine.

Your mind flashes to Min-joon one last time. You hate him more than any other human being on this planet, and you’ve come to realize that you are completely, entirely done with him. For good.

“I can’t drive. Neither can you.” Sang-woo slurs. “I’m going to call my buddy to come get us. We’re going back to my place, if that’s okay with you.”

You nod your head almost too eagerly, your thoughts going a thousand miles an hour imagining what will happen when you arrive there.

“Hyung! How are you? And who’s this lovely lady?” Seong Gi-hun asks excitedly, beaming at his best friend and you.

“Doing well tonight, hyung. This is an old friend of mine, we know each other from a few years ago. I think I told you about her? Remember?” Sang-woo replies.

Gi-hun’s smile dramatically drops, his lips twisting and his brow furrowing as he struggles to remember. “Hm, I don’t recall. Well, nice to meet you again!”

You two duck into Gi-hun’s back seat as Sang-woo slips him some cash.

The three of you laugh and mingle on the way there, and finally you arrive at Sang-woo’s apartment. You stumble out of Gi-hun’s car, thanking him for the ride, as he smiles widely once more and gives Sang-woo a sly thumbs-up.

You two make your way up to the 2nd floor, Sang-woo’s arm wrapped around you the entire time. As soon as his front door shuts behind you, he instantly pulls you in for a kiss.

You don’t hesitate one bit. His large hand is resting on the back of your head as his other hand is on your bottom. Your arms are around his neck, hungrily smashing your lips against his.

His lips are soft and supple and his kisses are full of passion. Your tongues slip and slide against each other before you both realize you need to breathe.

Sang-woo pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours with a content sigh. “Do you want this? If not we can stop here. I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“Sang-woo…you’re all I’ve ever wanted after all these years. I want you again, just like back then.”

That’s all he needed to hear. He picks you up, carrying you to his room. You’re too focused on the moment to take in the appearance of his living space. Normally you’d be picking out the details, but right now you want him and only him. Like you two are the last human beings on this Earth.

He gets on top of you, kissing you deeply once more before moving down to your next. He slowly licks and bites the sensitive skin, causing you to moan softly.

“You look beautiful tonight, my dear. However I must take this off, if that’s okay.” He breathes against your skin making every hair on your body stand up.

You nod, tangling a hand in his dark hair. He slowly peels your dress off and gently places it on the floor. He gently wraps his lips around your nipple, sucking gently, looking up at you to ensure you’re enjoying this.

Muted moans escape your lips as his warm mouth engulfs the sensitive skin of your breasts.

He kisses down your stomach until he reaches your pussy. His tongue gently laps at your clit. Your face burns red hot at the sight of him. He’s so, so fucking handsome. He maintains eye contact with you, silently seeking approval. You breathe out his name as he pleasures you. Your fingers are gently tugging at his hair as his tongue gingerly prods at your entrance. He’s soaking in the sight of you as well, lost in your beauty.

Your sweet moans are music to his ears. “L-lay down.” You choke out.

Sang-woo hesitantly stops eating you out and takes his pants off. He lays down like you told him too, and you position yourself between his legs.

You slowly rub his member through his boxers, eliciting a groan from him.

You slide them off of him and your eyes scan his cock. You didn’t quite get a good look at it 4 years ago since you hooked up in the darkness of his backseat.

It’s about 7 inches with a blush pink tip, oozing tiny droplets of precum from his excitement. You gulp before you take the tip in your mouth, sucking gently and softly. He moans lowly, his fingers finding their way to your scalp.

You become more confident as you sink your mouth further and further down his cock. You suck and teasingly swirl your tongue around the shaft. You look up at him and he’s completely lost in the sensations. “Mmm. You’re doing fucking amazing, pretty girl. Look at that face, you’re gorgeous.” He coos, stroking your full cheek gently.

You moan around his dick at the praise. You slide your mouth off of his dick for just a second, taking a little break. You lick from the base to the tip, causing him to shiver.

He grabs your chin between his pointer finger and his thumb. “Do you want me inside of you, angel?” He asks sweetly. You nod as he slips his thumb into your mouth.

You lay back down and he lines himself up with your pussy. “Last time we did this, it was a sloppy hookup. This time, I want to make love to you, sweetheart. Just relax.” He says, looking at you softly.

He slowly pushes his tip into you as your hole stretches. The feelings of pressure and slight discomfort are only temporary as pleasure follows shortly thereafter. He slids in all the way as you moan his name. “Sang-woo…”

He moans, too. His deep voice sounding angelic as you squeeze his dick perfectly. He slowly starts thrusting. Deep, long strokes that hit your cervix just right. With both of your chests heaving and your hearts hammering, your bodies connect in the most intimate way.

His dick fits perfectly in you. Your walls clench and tingle with pleasure as he fucks you passionately. He leans down and kisses you again, this time moaning into each other’s mouths. “I’ll bet you that so-called husband of yours hasn’t ever fucked you like this, hm, doll?”

“No-ah-he hasn’t. I’ve-ah-never ever felt this good before.” You moan as he pounds you harder. You both are blinded by the pleasure.

He smiles cockily. “He doesn’t deserve you, angel. You need a real man to take care of you and fuck you.”

He flips you around so you’re on your hands and knees. He slams into you from the back, gently grabbing your throat, holding it. Not choking you, but just as a sign of possessiveness.

He plows you from the back, his dick feeling deeper than ever at this angle. You swear you can feel him in your stomach. It almost hurts. You explode internally, your whole body tensing as your own climax rips through your body. You cry out, gripping the bedsheets and saying Sang-woo’s name over and over as if it were a prayer.

“Where do you want my cum, lovey?” He slams into you harder than ever, chasing his orgasm.

“In my mouth.” You say, your voice laced with satisfaction. You can’t chance him cumming inside you just yet.

He pulls out and you eagerly swallow his dick in your mouth again. You lewdly taste your own juices as you suck his dick passionately, wanting to give him the best climax he’s ever had. With a loud moan of your name and his strong hand on the back of your head, his cum coats the inside of your mouth and throat. You swallow eagerly and obediently, savoring the salty yet plain flavor.

You both feel as satisfied as ever. In the air, lust isn’t the only feeling that lingers. There’s love, care, and passion accompanying it.

You both sober up from the drinks and your sexual highs. The night progresses on and you’re snuggled up laying on Sang-woo’s bare chest as he puff’s on a cigarette. His other arm is wrapped protectively around you.

You pull out your phone and check your messages. “Has that fuckin’ asshole said anything to you?” Sang-woo asks, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

“Nope. He doesn’t give a fuck about me.”

“Give me your phone for a sec. I have an idea.” He has a devious twinkle in his eye and a shit eating grin.

“Okay…..” You reply suspiciously as you hand him the device.

He quickly opens the camera app, flips it to front-facing, and deviously commands you to “Smile!”

The flash of white floods both of your faces. You’re doing more than smiling, you’re actively laughing in the photo. Sang-woo has a coy smirk on his face.

You’re both clearly naked in the photo, making it obvious what the two of you had just done. He selects your chat with Min-joon, attaches the selfie, and captions it with “She’s mine now, asshole.”

You hear the familiar “boop” sound effect of the message going through. Your phone begins to absolutely blow up with texts and calls from Min-joon, but you don’t give even half of a fuck. You power off your phone. The two of you are absolutely laughing your asses off.

You and Sang-woo are giddy and in love. You throw your arms around his neck, kissing him once more.

A week has passed, and you’ve packed up all your stuff into your car. Min-joon has been served divorce papers, and he is legally not allowed to even be in the same vicinity as you. This chapter of your life is over. You’ve come to realize that you can absolutely meet the right person at the wrong time. However, the right time will come, sooner or later.

One year later, you strut out of yours and Sang-woo’s shared bedroom. You’re dolled up in a dress for date night. “You look so sexy, my princess. So beautiful and gorgeous. Turn around.” Sang-woo gawks. Your mind flashes back to Min-joon’s hateful comments. You couldn’t be more grateful for the complete 180 that your life took.

Sang-woo kisses you, takes your hand, and leads you out the door for another memorable date night, followed by an even more memorable proposal.

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Well there ya have it! Hope you loved it, Anon! Sorry it’s kinda a longer one! I’ll be working on the next request! Have a good night everyone! 🫶🖤 -G

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[megumiluvv]

These next three days are going to be hell. That’s what Toji tells himself at least. You just left on a trip to your family to celebrate your father’s birthday, and Toji didn’t want to go (your father isn’t fond of him), so you left him to watch Megumi.

That means no work, no going to hang out with Shiu, and no gambling, unless he brings the kid. But he doesn’t want to bring Megumi, imagine the looks he’d get! Baby carrier around his body to press the kid against him and keep him close, backpack of baby supplies on his back, he’d be pretty easy to detect while working, and everyone would stare in public!

The first day, he tries just staying in, but to his dread, he forgot to buy formula when shopping, so he has to go to the store. He has to search for a how-to on the baby wrap carrier, and stares at himself for a moment. He thinks he looks funny. A scary man with a dumb-looking baby (Megumi looks just like he did as a baby).

He gets to the store and walks to the baby aisle, grabbing the formula and a spare bottle since he doesn’t remember if one is clean yet. He gets looks from other moms in the aisle and glares at them, daring them to say something.

Toji stops to look at clothes, refusing to admit to himself that he softened up a bit imagining Megumi in the cute little outfits. A blue shirt with bunnies on it, matching shorts attached, and a little hat to keep his head warm. A green onesie with a hood to make the baby a dinosaur. A white shirt with two dogs cuddling, cargo shorts to match. A blue onesie with sharks.

He can’t keep his eyes off of them, so he grabs one of each in Megumi’s size, and one of each in a larger size just in case the baby grows too fast. He double checks that he got what he originally came for, then goes to the self checkout.

When he gets home, he feeds the now-fussy kid, and changes his diaper. He looks at the outfit with bunnies, and puts it on the boy.

“Smile for mommy,” Toji says, only because the kid won’t remember and you’re not around to catch it. He photographs the baby and sends it to you, smirking as you heart the image.

“Guess she found a new lock screen, kiddo. I did good.” He decides to call Shiu over and watch some sports game to somewhat gamble without exposing the kid to smokers and drinkers, as well as loud noises and germs.

“Okay, if they lose, I’ll take that stupid job next week.”

“And if my team loses?” Shiu smirks at the sight of Toji holding Megumi so gently.

“You have to babysit unpaid for the next five times.”

“Deal.”

Toji’s team won, much to Shiu’s dismay, and the two say their goodbyes and Shiu leaves. Toji puts Megumi to bed and lays down. It’s oddly quiet without you. He hasn’t had this silence in so long. He decides to ignore it and sleep.

The next two days are pretty uneventful, he doesn’t go out much, not out of embarrassment anymore, but he’s convinced Megumi will get sick.

You come home in the early hours of the morning, Toji’s loud snores bring your eyes to the couch, your son on his chest, sleeping just like his father. You grin and notice how the house isn’t a mess. Dishes are done, laundry put away, is that a new outfit on Megumi? You smile more. You knew Toji could do it.

Masterlist

[paperultra]

the liminal space.

Pairing: OPLA!Roronoa Zoro x Reader Word Count: 1,575 words Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol use [A/N: written with the cooper!reader from mise en rose in mind. i don't know where in the timeline this occurs, though. lol.]

cingulomania (noun): a strong desire to hold a person in your arms

Living in close quarters can really change how you see a person.

Roronoa Zoro, for instance, had always struck you as rather aloof, having traveled alone for some time before you joined him, and unused to physical affection. He never gave any indication that he was one to enjoy it, and he never sought it out from anyone. That certainly wasn’t odd. You respected his tendency towards personal space, subsequently believing that it extended to his sleeping habits as well.

So when you wake up, hardly able to breathe underneath the hulking mass of a snoring swordsman, you are more surprised than anything.

“Zoro,” you wheeze, patting his back with the hand that isn’t crushed between his chest and yours. Nothing happens, so you swat harder. “Zoro. You’re crushing me.”

His arms squeeze around you as he stirs, inhaling sharply next to your ear. You stop moving as he lifts his head and opens his eyes just wide enough to register you beneath him.

He pauses.

Good morning, sunshine is what you want to say in a cheeky tone. You want to prove that you’re unaffected by the warmth of his body pressing yours into the mattress, the sensation of his breath across your cheekbone and the way his gaze transitions from something bleary into something sharp.

The greeting refuses to leave your mouth. All you can do is blink.

The next thing you know, Zoro’s rolling off of you and out of bed with nary an apology, mumbling something about going to the bathroom.

You hum distantly in response and stare up at the ceiling as he shuffles to the door. Once he closes it behind him, you reach up and fold your hands over your eyes, cheeks hot.

Great.

—

It all started because you and Zoro could only afford a single bed at the inn.

(You use the term “afford” loosely here. The truth of the matter is that you grossly underestimated how much a room would cost, and the owner of the one place willing to lend you a room for half the usual rate demanded physical labor to make up for the rest. Given that Zoro would be spending most of his time hunting down a bounty, the majority of the unpaid labor fell on your shoulders.)

(But you digress.)

The room is small and bare, which is fine, because you and Zoro don’t have much between the two of you anyway. The only problem is that there is only one bed. Zoro had expressed no qualms about sharing so long as you didn’t disturb his sleep, and you had readily agreed, not wanting either of you to sleep on the floor.

After the first morning, you’re not sure if that was a lapse of judgement on your part or not.

Zoro doesn’t mention it at all before he leaves for the day, and you don’t, either. However, when he comes back in the middle of the night and you’re already in bed, squinting and shielding yourself from the bright hallway light as he takes his slippers off and walks in, he sits on the carpet just a few feet away from your side.

“What are you doing?” you ask as he proceeds to lay down.

“Sleeping.”

He closes his eyes and folds his arms behind his head. You frown.

“Why aren’t you sleeping up here?” No answer. You lift your head from your pillow, indignant. “Hey, don’t ignore me! I know you’re still awake.”

“I’ve had a long day,” he grumbles, “so I’d like some quiet so I can sleep. Thanks.”

You huff.

The thought that Zoro might actually be just as embarrassed flits briefly through your mind, but you extinguish it just as quickly. He’s never seemed like the kind of guy to be self-conscious about those kinds of things. A more likely reason is that he’s decided that he wants his own separate space after all and can’t be bothered to kick you off the bed.

So, you kick yourself off instead.

“What are you doing?” The phrase now comes from Zoro as you throw the covers off and grab your pillow, kneeling on the ground beside him. His eyes open and his brow furrows.

“Take the bed. I feel guilty.”

“I don’t want the bed.”

“Everybody wants the bed.” You lie down on the carpet and cross your arms over your chest, stubborn. “I’ve already slept in it. Now it’s your turn.”

“You’re an idiot,” Zoro says.

Neither of you budge.

The next morning, you decide that the first morning was in fact not a fluke, as you awake with your face smushed against his chest and the smell of steel in your nose once again. He’s not on top of you, at least, but the way he clutches you while you’re lying on your side, one ankle hooked over yours, is somehow ten times more mortifying. You wake him up in the midst of untangling yourself and pretend like nothing happened.

Who’s the idiot now? (The answer is both of you. Both of you are idiots.)

—

The third night, you and Zoro flop onto the hard mattress with twin groans, heads spinning and feeling overall miserable.

“That was the shittiest booze I’ve ever had,” Zoro slurs next to you, face down in his pillow.

“But you got a lead, right?” you mumble.

“Yeah …”

You had been there in the bar when he’d gotten that lead, but you can’t remember what it was for the life of you. Another inn? Another bar? Ugh, you’re never drinking there again.

“I’m cold.”

There are blankets on the bed. Unfortunately, getting underneath them would require a lot of moving, and you are physically incapable of exerting yourself that much right now.

You shiver and turn onto your side to curl up. You’ll fall asleep at some point, anyway.

Zoro murmurs your name.

“Hm,” you groan, eyes screwed shut.

He doesn’t say anything in reply. But you hear the mattress squeak, the bedsheets rustle as he shifts closer, and your breath catches when the small distance between you closes. He does not wrap his arms around you, no, but your knees touch, and the heat from his skin melds into yours. You hear his breathing slow to a crawl.

Through your drunken haze breaks through a sudden need to draw him into you, to tuck your face into his neck and keep it there forever. You want – you want. But you’re exhausted, and your head aches, so you find yourself slipping into a deep slumber instead.

He’s already gone when you wake up.

—

A suspiciously lumpy gunnysack in the corner of the room catches your eye once you enter, hand over your mouth to stifle a yawn.

“What’s in the bag?”

“Eight million beri,” Zoro says from his seat on the bed. Cleaning supplies for his swords are strewn around him, and he sheathes the Wado Ichimonji as you close the door. “I ran into another bounty on the way back.”

“Eight mill –” You clear your throat. “Wow. That was pretty lucky.” Eight million beri. Sometimes you wonder if you’ll ever get used to how much bounty hunters can make. (God, that would’ve been more than enough to pay for the room.) “We’re heading out to a marine base tomorrow morning, then?”

“That’s the plan.”

He puts away his supplies, setting them and his swords against the wall near his pillow before standing up to pull down the sheets on his side. You turn off the bedside lamp and do the same, crawling in with a sigh.

The two of you simply lie side-by-side until you decide to break the silence with your big mouth again.

“Am I a burden to you?” you ask.

“No.” The plainness of Zoro’s tone is a small comfort, you suppose. “Why are you asking?”

“Well …” You already regret bringing this topic up as you trail off, biting your bottom lip. “I feel like I haven’t really done much. I mean, I help with navigating and searching crowds and stuff, and I’ve been getting better at fighting, but I can’t help you, you know?” You fiddle with your fingers. “You don’t actually need me.”

There’s a gap between you and Zoro that you’ll likely never be able to close. You had always known that, and so had Zoro; in fact, he had told you at the start that going with him was a bad idea, given your inexperience in bounty hunting and traveling in general. And although you’d like to think that your ability to read a map and fix things convinced him of your usefulness, there are times when you think Zoro regrets bringing you along. Like now.

Zoro grunts, turning to lay on his back. His shoulder nearly lands on your hands, and you draw them to yourself as you wait for his answer.

It is brief and straightforward.

“I’m not forcing you to go with me,” he says. “And if you were a burden, I would’ve told you a long time ago.”

“Oh.”

It is brief and straightforward, and yet, there’s a strange lump in your throat. You swallow it and nod, even though he cannot see you do so.

Nothing more is said. However, as the night goes on, you reach out, and you find him, and Zoro finds you, and the space between your arms fills up with warmth and an unspoken promise. And you sleep very well.

[i-cant-sing]

Hey I have a question! How did baby fushiguro meet his dad's friend yandere!shiu kong?

Shiu is Toji's unpaid and last available babysitter whenever he can't find anyone else to watch you. Half the time now, Toji doesn't even stick around to say hi to Shiu, he just drops you off at his place and Shiu just sighs as he changes the locks to his 8th safehouse of the month.

Shiu is seriously concerned about your childhood and upbringing and has brought the topic up with Toji several times "Toji it isn't healthy for your baby to have her only parent gone for weeks on end without a prior notice or when you'd be returning. Also your line of work isn't great for her either because imagine if she has to bring you to school for parent career day or something. Also you need to hire an actual qualified babysitter for Y/n because I only have so much experience with children and very little on not smoking around them. Please take your gremlin now because I think the Zenin clan is stalking us and trying to snatch her."

But also I think that he'd be very good at keeping you safe. I mean he's the middle man for contract killers and bounty hunters, he's definitely hiring them all when it comes to keeping you safe, no expense is spared and he'll be sending the bill to Toji (he never pays).

I like to think that once Toji dies, Shiu still keeps tabs on you even when the Zenin clan takes u in or Gojo kidnaps you, for old times sake (you grew on him and he feels like a close uncle to u) and if he ever suspects you're not safe, he's gonna try his best to get you out. No promises though, he has very strong competitors.

[schlattslonghairytoes]

unpaid intern baby fever 🧺 🎀🧸

ok so heres what i got

does anyone remember schlatt in unpaid intern (the kid part)

ok so what if you were also a content creator and were invited to be on the show

and you were genuinely so good with the kids, to the point where you were bairly shown because of how much fun the kids had with you

but the points where you were shown schlatt was swooning the whole time

at this point i imagine yall have been dating for around a year or two (in secret, viewers have no clue)

the clips begin showing of everyone handiling kids, and everyone notices no clips of you have come up yet, but they choose to stay silent

until the first clip of you sitting with the kids in a circle comes up

the little girl is sat in your lap, and the two boys are leaning on either side of you as you read them a book you found laying around (i imagine it is Harry Potter)

all the kids seem relaxed and happy as you dramatically read out different parts of harry potter in different accents

"youre a wizard harry!" you say in a funny scotish accent, and all the kids burst out laughing

ludwig pauses the video and stares at you, "what the fuck?" and everyone starts to laugh but schlatt, he just stares at the paused image if you resting with the kids on screen

"why are you so good with kids?" ludwig asks

your reasoning is that you were a babysitter in high school, aswell as worked at a summer camp for a few years

for the duration of the video schlatt is in awe everytime you come on the screen with the kids

in the span of 15 minutes you managed to get 2 of them to sleep and one of them playing with your hair as you continue to read in a soft tone

when the screen changes you all watch the others failing in intertain the kids and its very apartent of who is winning this section of the video

when the segment comes to an end schlatt is uncharacteristicly quiet watching the screen

when it comes time to announce the winner of the segment ludwig doesnt even need to clarify who it was, everyone knew you won that fair and square

all the kids had pointed to your picture without second thought

and even with schlatts "love" note

you had won

4 points to you

3 points to schlatt

2 points to kyedae‬

1 point to lily

the games continued as sceduled and eventually the day ended.

when you and schlatt returned to your shared home is when you noticed how off he was acting

"jay? baby whats wrong, tired?" you ask, your voice laced with concern

he immediately grabbed you bear hug style and rested his head in the crook of your neck

"schlatt what the hell, are you good?"

he looked up with hooded eyes and stared into your soul

"do you want kids."

it was less of a question and more of a statement, saying i want kids, but im here to confim that you do aswell

and to put it kindly, when you nodded your head you were swept of your feet and carried to your shared bedroom

and a longgggggg night followed.

[snivyartjpeg]

Yuma Month Day 26 - Role Swap

god i was excited for this one. it first started off as a joke, but the more i thought about it, the more interesting this swap became. so here's my massive lore dump of changes that'd happen in the story beneath the cut (spoiler warning):

i think, fundamentally, yuma and yakou are very similar characters. they're both very protective and kindhearted, with a strong sense of justice and a penchant for attracting terrible luck. because of this, some things would remain the same, such as the NDA's dynamics with their doormat chief as well amnesia!yakou's massive unpaid intern energy. i think yakou would be pretty similar to how he behaved in the light novel- a bit more optimistic and naive, like yuma. but there are two key differences between them that'd make this a different story, especially in ch 4: yuma has a forte, and yakou is very selfish. so here's some changes:

yakou's wife is his shinigami now, as you can see, while shinigami is yuma's dead wife. i think mrs furio would act cooler than shinigami. she'd still be playful, but she takes her job more seriously. also she hands yakou the solution keys normally without throwing up. they still have to do the dance and mouth sword thing tho. and the other stuff. that's just death god protocol

shinigami (or in this case the unnamed Mrs. Kokohead but i will still be calling her shinigami for convenience sake) was a scientist at amaterasu who studied forensics and thanatology instead of regenerative medicine. this also means that the pill she gives zombie yuma is not going to bring him back, but instead grant the zombie homunculi a peaceful, painless, but permanent death

speaking of zombie yuma, he's the homunculus now! yakou is 100% human and also doesnt have a forte. he's still number one, but instead of having a forte he's just that good at solving mysteries

yes this means makoto looks like yakou now. sorry makotoheads. i think he'd have really long, shaggy hair dyed to be like. idk. black or something. also he's more clean shaven bc stubble with a mask on is a sensory nightmare

yuma still cant cook. he subsists entirely on takeout, meat buns, black coffee, and beer. he's still in a lot of debt and under a lot of stress and his personality is essentially "what if canon number one just gave up"

he doesn't smoke though. he tried once and got into the worst coughing fit

imma say it right now. kurumi is not a love interest. yakou likely disguises himself as a faculty member instead (also i think one of the teachers gets a crush on fem yakou bc i just know she'd be hot)

ANYWAY what about chapter 4? im SO glad you asked! because here's where things get spicy!

so, lets start with the dead wife. shinigami catches onto huesca's inhumane research and she's just as adamant about bringing the truth to light as she always is. she blows the whistle, so he blows her up. yuma investigates, but they dont let him look any further, yada yada, yuma stews in his misery for five years

yomi sends in the evidence to motivate yuma to kill huesca, and makoto lets it happen because a dead huesca would be convenient. he even introduces the hitman, fully expecting yuma to make use of him

yuma doesnt. in fact, he wants to kill huesca with his own hands. and now that these detectives are here, he can do it and even return alive. the thing is, he doesn't want to put them in danger, so he chooses to do almost everything alone (sound familiar?)

his plan is simple:

ask desuhiko for a peacekeeper uniform. desuhiko trusts him enough to take "i want to investigate kanai ward's ultimate secret by infiltrating their ranks" as an answer. he does, however, let yakou know about this as an offhand comment before the mystery ever begins

hold fubuki's hand. it doesnt really matter how. she'll gladly allow it because she's fubuki. he stores her time powers and heads out the sub. yakou also learns this as an offhand comment played off as a joke (maybe fubuki affectionately comments about how she never expected the chief's hands to be so soft... idk. there has to be some way for yakou to have this as a future clue)

use his peacekeeper status to sneak into amaterasu HQ and demand a functioning ama-pal from that one creepy researcher

use ama-pal + fubuki's borrowed powers to bypass huesca's security. sneak the bot past the hard-of-hearing doctor and press the button to shut off security

this would probably alert huesca, but since the doctor never received a warning, yuma has enough time to rush in and stab him before he realizes what's going on

leave HQ while still in uniform, dispose of the disguise once he's safe, and return to the NDA like nothing happened. success!

soooo.... yakou, on that same day, decides to investigate amaterasu HQ with makoto

all the while, vivia has his suspicions about yuma's actions and keeps an eye on him in spectral mode. he... basically witnessed the whole thing, so he gets up off his ass and decides to follow yakou to the lab because he has a Very Bad Feeling about this

just like canon, he senses the death god and deduces that our protag has been killing off murderers, and so he wants to protect his chief as well as his peace and quiet (his dynamic with yuma would be the same as his dynamic with yakou, since it's entirely believable for yuma to treat vivia with the same kindness yakou did)

yakou tries to speak to huesca, but surprise! security is disabled and he's dead in the lab! no one else at amaterasu liked huesca enough to check on him, so yakou and makoto are the first ones at the scene of the crime. yakou, of course, decides to start investigating this murder

vivia somehow sneaks into the lab (dont ask me how) and confronts yakou, threatening him with his boxcutter and adamantly imploring him to stop pursuing this particular mystery in the same way he did yuma in canon. unfortunately, this attracts attention, and now they're in trouble (maybe even yomi's there to fetch his files). at this point, yakou has enough solution keys, so he panics and goes right into the labyrinth (and maybe others can enter for another reason that isnt coalescence idk)

so... they go in the labyrinth... vivia tries to stop him every step of the way, until the answer is right in front of them

yakou kills yuma with his own hands. there's no stab wounds or toxic gas to leave any doubt. yakou begins to question what good his justice really does. it doesnt even save them from their predicament, just like the other deaths. instead, makoto ex machina comes in to save them, and hands yakou a small black box

when they return to the agency, everyone is heartbroken over their chief, who seemingly died out of nowhere. fubuki tried rewinding time, but to no avail. halara tried everything to wake him up, knowing it's futile. desuhiko stood aside, feeling completely helpless. and yakou and vivia return looking like they just came back from hell

they barely get the chance for a funeral before the knockout gas trap activates... you know the rest

AAAAND SCENE! so that's my extremely long winded lore dump about this au. i thought about it Way Too Much but god it's so interesting to me. i love these characters and swapping them was immensely fun

[bloatedandalone04]

You Made it Shine

➪the one where you’ve been feeling a bit lonely, and leon intends on making it up to you.

Warnings: first time daddy kink writer - be gentle, age gap, 18+, daddy kink obvi, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (leon just really wants to knock you up), breeding kink, swearing, scratching, biting, hair pulling, choking, y’all are f r e a k y

Word Count: 4.3k

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Some trash reality TV show played in the background while you flipped to another page in your textbook. You had been given a fucking stupid amount of homework to do by next Monday, and you were beginning to feel stressed out about it all. 

It didn’t help that you missed your boyfriend, either. 

Leon had been very busy lately, and you only really saw him when he got in bed with you after eleven PM. 

While you didn’t know much about what he did for work, you knew it required him to be gone a lot and he had to dedicate most of his time to it. 

You huff quietly as you scribble out a word you misspelt before trying again, glancing over at your phone when it went off from its place on the floor beside you. 

Daddy 💖: Gonna be another late night, I think. I’m sorry, baby, I know you wanted to watch that new movie. I promise we’ll get to it soon. Be home in a few hours ❤️

You huff again and quickly type out a message before tossing your phone aside, knowing damn well how childish you are acting, but also not caring at all. 

I’m bored, Leon. I miss you. Let me know when you have time for me. 

As you started to read over the notes you took during your lecture earlier today, your phone went off again within seconds of you sending that last text. 

Daddy 💖: Don’t be like that, princess, I’m feeling bad enough as it is. I’ll be home soon and then we can figure out a time that works for both of us. Only a few more weeks then I’ll get to use some of my unpaid days off, and I’ll be spending every one with you. 

You bite your lip and decide not to answer, already feeling a bit bad for how you acted in your previous message to him. 

Leon worked very hard and put in more hours than most people, and you knew he got into that kind of work early on in his life. He didn’t tell you really anything about his job, but you knew he started when he was twenty one and had been in the same field ever since, now at the age of thirty three. 

You were only twenty two, and you seriously couldn’t imagine putting yourself through half the things he did, so you had to appreciate his dedication, even if just a little bit. 

After reading for a while, you ventured off to yours and Leon’s shared room and changed into a lacy, black two piece pyjama set so you could be a bit more comfortable while you studied. 

You ate a few pieces of strawberries you had cut up for lunch earlier as you skimmed through your notes, the time passing by quicker than you thought it would. 

Before long the front door was swinging open and slamming shut, and the sound of heavy footsteps were heard approaching the living room. “Baby,” Leon rasped as he stood in the doorway. 

You look up at him from your spot on the carpet, your books and pages scattered around you. “Hi,”

Leon shrugged off his jacket and tossed it onto the armchair next to the door before he was slowly crouching down and meeting your eye level. “Hi,” he said back. His eyes raked over the mess of papers and the tired look on your face, his heart aching a bit at how neglected you looked. “I was worried about you.”

You leaned into his touch when he reached over and ran his knuckles along the curve of your jaw. “Why?”

“You didn’t answer my text,” he stated as his gaze dipped down to your lips. 

Shrugging, you look back at your book. “I felt bad for how I acted,”

“For how you acted?” Leon laughed quietly and moved so he is kneeling next to you. “Baby, I’m the one who cancelled our plans, again. I’m the one who feels bad.” 

You tilt your head when his chin comes to rest on your shoulder. “It’s alright,” you murmured as you felt his lips softly brush the skin behind your ear. “Work comes first. I know that.”

“Not when it comes to you,” he corrected as he moved to pull you onto his lap right there on the living room floor. “You should know that, instead.”

You were finding it hard to focus with his body pressed right up against your back, and his hands running up and down the skin of your thighs, but you played it up as if his actions didn’t faze you. 

Until he leaned in and pressed his lips to the side of your neck, moving upwards to whisper, “You look so pretty, baby,” and you just could not stop the shiver that ran through your body. “Did you wear this for me?” 

You were helpless as you nodded, glancing over at the time on your phone and seeing that Leon had only been at work for another hour before getting home, and not a few like he said. “Did you rush home for me?”

“Everything I do is for you,” he reminded you as he trailed his mouth along your shoulder blade. “Everyday, you’re on my mind, baby.”

You bite your lip as you turn your head so you can look into his annoyingly pretty eyes. Pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, you close your eyes as you lean back against him. “I missed you, daddy,”

Leon groaned and pressed a proper kiss to your mouth, slipping his hands under your shirt as he murmured, “I missed you, too, princess. Fuck, did I ever,”

You turn fully so you’re straddling his lap and grip his shoulders with your fingers. “Touch me,” you nearly begged, missing the feeling of his hands on your body after going without it for nearly two straight weeks. “Please.”

Leon cooed at your pout, reaching up to pull at your bottom lip with his thumb. “My sweet girl,” he said, more so to himself. “I haven’t been taking very good care of you, have I?”

You shook your head and pressed your knees into the carpet on either side of his hips. “No, you always take good care of me,” you promised, tangling your hands in his hair. “I just miss you.”

He nodded and placed a noisy kiss on your lips. “I’m right here, baby,” he swore as his hands drifted lower, taking the lace of your panties between his fingers and pulling it down with him. “I’ll take care of you, like I always do.” He said against your mouth as he gently lifted you up and placed you down so your back is against the papers that were scattered all over the carpet. 

They crinkle under you, but you don’t care as he pulls the lace from your body and immediately replaces it with his lips. You sigh and jolt a bit as you reach down to grip his head with one hand. “Daddy,”

Leon grunted against your core and the vibrations had you bucking up against him. “That’s right, baby,” he muttered, running the tips of his fingers along your wet folds. “You needed your daddy, huh?”

“Always,” you answer, spreading your thighs a bit more as he further delved into you. “I always need you, Leon.” 

He hummed against your clit. “I need you, too,” he promised, wrapping his free arm around your thigh and pulling your body closer to his greedy mouth. “Every single fucking day I need you. You’ve made me so damn pathetic, princess.”

You moaned and arched your back a bit, further scrunching up the notes you took. “You’re so good to me, daddy,” you nearly whisper. “That doesn’t make you pathetic. It’s so attractive, you don’t even know how hot you are.”

Leon smiled up at you in appreciation. “I bet you don’t realize how hot you are, either, sweet girl,” he says. “And you taste so fucking good, I could stay down here forever.”

It was a sight that was nearly too hot to handle. Leon hadn’t even been home for five minutes before he was going down on you, still wearing his work clothes, which consisted of black jeans, a black shirt that fit him so well and showed off his toned chest, and boots. 

You always thought he looked too hot to be going to work, but then you realized that he simply looked too hot all the time. How you managed to get him all to yourself, you’d never know, but he is somehow completely obsessed with you in every possible way. 

“That’s fine with me,” you murmur, running your fingers through his hair and looking down at him. “I’m always so wet for you.”

Leon groaned loudly and began to fuck his fingers into your greedy core. “I know, sweet girl,” he mumbled, coating his fingers in your wetness with every thrust of his hand. “You’re so sensitive. I can just look at you and you’d get wet for me.”

“I can’t help it,” you say quietly. “You’re so hot, daddy.”

“I’m not teasing you, baby,” he promised, kissing your inner thigh as he continued to move his fingers in and out of you. “Not at all. I love how much you need me and how much I turn you on. It’s the same way for me. You make me so hard, it’s painful sometimes.”

You gasp out a laugh that quickly turns into a moan when he curls his fingers in order to be able to reach your sweet spot. “Daddy,” you whined, bucking your hips up as best as you could against his firm hold. “Please.”

“I know, princess,” he hummed, fucking his fingers hard into you and loving the way your face scrunched up at the pleasure. “I know. You just need your daddy to make you come, huh?” 

“Please,” you say again, reaching down to grip his hand in yours. His other picked up the pace and his thumb brushed against your clit with every thrust. “Please.”

Leon kissed all along your thighs, never taking his eyes off your face. “I love it when you beg, baby,” he says. “But you don’t need to right now. I’m gonna get you off so good, I promise.”

“Leon,” you nearly yelled as his mouth returned to your clit. He sucked on it harshly and felt as your thighs shook a bit.  He moved down when he felt your release coat his fingers, and delved his tongue within your walls to taste you. 

“Good girl. Good fucking girl,” he praised, sliding his sopping fingers out of you and licking them clean. “You taste so good, baby. So sweet.”

You whine and pull him down on top of you. “Please, daddy,” you begged, kissing him deeply as he settled between your thighs. “I need you. Want you to fuck me so badly.” 

He tsked, bracing himself by his forearms on either side of your head. Next to where your hair is sprawled out was a sheet from the lecture you had earlier, and Leon grinned at the small amount of drool that left your lips and landed on the paper. It smudged your name and made the ink bleed a bit, but you didn’t care at all. “Look at you,” he groaned, licking up the line of salvia from your mouth to your jaw. “My smart girl, all hot and bothered for me. You want me to fuck you stupid, huh?”

“Yes,” came your instant reply. 

The sight of you was something that couldn’t even be found on the internet. You were so pure and so rare, and all his. 

You were too smart for your own good, yet he could easily get you all dumb for him and his dick. He can easily get you desperate for him. 

“Wait,” he requested, grinding against you when you whined at the word. Your whole body shook as his jeans brushed against your wet and sensitive core, and it was almost enough to have you push him away. “See? You’re not ready to get off again. Not yet.” 

He leaned in to kiss all over your collarbones and shoulders, one hand reaching down to push up your flimsy top. Your breasts spill free from the thin fabric and he moves further down in order to wrap his lips around your nipple. 

“I’ll get you ready,” he promised as he swirled his tongue around the taunt peak, his fingers moving to pinch and pull at your neglected one. “Get you all nice and ready for daddy’s dick.” 

“Mm, fuck,” you whined, raking your fingers through his hair and pulling on the light strands. “Leon…Fuck, I love you.”

He grunted against your nipple, pulling away and leaving a strand of salvia behind.  “I love you so much more, baby. My pretty girl,” he leaned back on his knees, draping your thighs over his as he slowly rocked his hips into yours. You looked so fucked out already, with your tits on full display, your thighs coated in your own release, and your lips swollen and wet. Leon had never seen a prettier sight. 

The front of his jeans quickly began to sport a damp spot from the way he rubbed against your dripping core, and he never wanted to wash them. He could live happily forever while just being covered in your sweet scent. 

You whimpered as you played with your nipples, the slow grind of his hips beginning to work you up again. Your quiet gasps and moans were music to his ears, and Leon was prepared to take tomorrow off just so he can spend the whole day eliciting more sounds from you.

The cool metal of his zipper against your heated clit had your eyes rolling back, your chest lifting up and causing your notes to become wrinkled under you. “Daddy,” you whispered, grinding up against him. He stilled his hips and let you rub against him, his eyes following the lift and drag of your core against his painfully hard dick through his jeans. 

“There you go,” he rasped, gripping your waist and giving you a sharp thrust. You moan loudly, bucking against him desperately. “You sound so sweet, baby. So good for me.” 

“Please,” you whisper. 

He pulls away and watches as your core drips with arousal, sliding down your folds and wetting your anatomy notes without a care in the world. He wanted to lick it up so badly, but refrained from doing so when he felt your gentle tugs on his shirt. 

Leon reached behind him and pulled off the tight fabric from his chest, tossing it aside to join your damp panties. 

You bite your lip and sit up, pulling off your own shirt and throwing it to the side as well. The sound of pages crumpling fills the room as you move to copy his knelt stance, your body much smaller than his and making you have to tilt your head to be able to look up at him. 

Leon reaches down and grazes your cheek with his knuckles. “What do you want, baby?”

You hum, kissing his wrist before moving up to kiss his lips. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as he deepens the kiss, his hands sliding up to tangle in your hair as his tongue explore your strawberry tasting mouth. “I wanna make you feel good, daddy,” you murmur when you pull away. 

Placing open mouthed kisses down his chest, you pause at the waistband of his jeans. You glance up at him as your fingers make work of unzipping them after pulling his belt off. 

“Let me go down on you, daddy,” you offered, pushing down his black boxer briefs and freeing him. “Let me suck you off.”

Leon groaned and tightened his grip on your hair. “You don’t have to ask, princess,” he reminded you. “You know I won’t ever pass up one of your blowjobs.” 

You grinned, gripping him tightly. “I know,” you say before wrapping your lips around him. Starting off with his tip, you run your tongue along his head before slowly taking more of him. You hollow your cheeks and take him until your nose is pressed to his pelvis bone and he is hitting the back of your throat. 

You move so you’re lying flat on your front, your hips pressed to the floor and your juices still dripping onto your homework pages. 

Leon groaned loudly, gathering your hair into a ponytail as you began to suck him off. “God, baby, you’re going to need to ask for a new page for your homework assignment,” he announced. “You’re soaking the one you have now.”

You moan around him, your eyes nearly rolling back when you feel your clit throb at his words. You clench helplessly around nothing at all, your walls pulsating with every sound that leaves his sinful lips. 

“It’s all for you,” you tell him, stroking his wet shaft with your hand as you lean forward to kiss along his abs. His body was insane and you were sure you could spend the rest of your life exploring it and never get bored of the way it felt against your hands. 

He worked out so often, his body had no choice but to tighten up in all the right places. “I know it is, sweet girl,” he mumbled. “All mine, aren’t you? Mine to take whenever I want.”

You moan embarrassingly loud at his possessive words, feeling more wetness drip from your folds. “I’m so wet, daddy,” you gasp, licking his tip once more. “I missed you so much.”

“I know, baby,” he cooed, tugging on your lip with the thumb of his freehand. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around much. I missed you, too. You need me to fuck you now, sweet girl?”

You hum, pulling off him again and stroking him with both hands. “I need it so badly,” 

Leon hummed in agreement. “Lay back, princess,” he instructed quietly. You oblige right away, sitting up only to lay on your back a few seconds later. 

“Are you going to breed me, daddy? Get me all knocked up?” You tease, knowing how badly he wanted to see you round with his baby. Being with you had unlocked so many kinks, Leon hadn’t even heard of some of them, but he knew he definitely had them. 

Leon cursed under his breath as he pulled his jeans off completely and threw them to the side. “I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he promised, staying in his knelt position and grabbing your thighs. He spread your legs and exposed your awaiting core, all ready and his for the taking. “Show all those college boys how badly you wanted me to knock you up.” 

You moan loudly, propping yourself up on your elbows so you can watch him coat his salvia covered dick in your wetness before easily sliding in you. Your head falls back and your chest pushes up, your nipples hard and straining against the cool air in the room. “Fuck,”

“That’s my girl,” he grunted once he was fully buried in you. “So fucking tight.” 

“Daddy,” you whine, watching as he began to slowly fuck into you. “You stretch me so good.”

Leon grunted in reply. “You were made for me, princess,” he says, draping your thighs over his again and rocking his hips into yours. “Mine from the very beginning.”

“Fuck, Leon,” you moan, the slick sound of your walls taking every inch of him filling the room. “I need you, daddy. Please.”

“How do you need it, baby?” He asked, running his hands up and down your thighs. 

“Hard,” you answer, and that was all he needed. He gripped your waist tightly and began fucking into you fast and steady, making your whole body jolt and shake with each thrust. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.” 

Your head falls back and you lay down again, reaching down to grab onto his wrists. “Like this?” He mocked under his breath, eyeing the way your tits bounced with every move he made. 

“Yes,” you moan. “Fuck yes, daddy, just like that.” 

“Good girl,” he praised, adoring how responsive you always are to him. “I’ll fuck you nice and hard, like you deserve.”

You whimper and he reaches one hand up to fondle one of your breasts, his thumb and index finger pinching your already hard nipple. Your whole body shakes a bit as he uses his other thumb to rub harsh circles onto your clit. 

It was probably too much too fast, but he knew you could take it. 

You were his sweet, cock-hungry girl, of course you could take it. 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you lay back and push away various papers, not caring about their well-being at all as you shove them away from you. 

You should have more self control. You should be studying right now and watching your dumb reality TV show, but here you are instead, splayed out and taking him so well like you always did. 

You couldn’t help it. Leon was so effortlessly attractive and he got you going without even trying. 

You missed this physical contact with him for weeks, and you weren’t about to pass up the opportunity to get off with him. 

“Feel good, baby?” He asked, drilling into you without showing any signs of stopping. “Feel full?”

“Yes,” you respond not even a second later.  “Feels so good, Leon.”

He grunted, removing his hand from your chest and sliding it upwards until his fingers were gently pressing against the base of your throat. 

At the slight blocking of your airway, your eyes light up and you grin at him. “Yes,” you moan again, wrapping your nimble fingers around his wrist. 

Leon stared down at the sight below him, his lips parting a bit as he groaned loudly. “My dirty girl, huh? Letting me do whatever I want to you. Letting me fuck you raw,” he mutters, more so to himself. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you want me to knock you up.”

You moan in response, clenching tightly around him. “Leon,”

“Yeah,” he huffed, tightening his fingers around your throat. “You want me to fuck a baby into you, don’t you? Get you all nice and pregnant?”

You both knew that he wanted that, and you did, too, but later down the road. Maybe after you graduate college. 

Leon understood that and is more than supportive of it, so he settled on fantasizing about it instead.

It was just so hard to not imagine a future where you and he start a family of your own. He couldn’t wait. 

“I want it, daddy,” you whimper, feeding into his kink. “Wanna make you feel good.”

“You do make me feel good, sweet girl,” he murmured, gripping your hips in both hands as he fucked into you hard. “You make me feel so good, wrapped around me so tightly, taking me like the good girl you are. You’re so good to me, baby.”

Your eyes roll back as you blindly reach for him. Pulling him down on top of you, your legs wrap around his waist when he moves so he’s hovering over you. 

Raking your nails down his back, you hear him inhale sharply next to your ear. “There you go,” he muttered. “Scratch me up, princess. I want it.”

You oblige and dig your nails a little deeper, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave angry red trails indented on his back. “Leon,” you gasp as you clamp down tightly around him. “Please, make me come again. I need it.”

“Come, baby,” he requested. “All over me. I want you to make it so fucking messy.”

He leaned down and gently sunk his teeth into the skin of your shoulder. His tongue soothed the small sting and your body pulsated a bit as you felt your second orgasm rip through you. “Fuck, Leon, fuck fuck,”

Your walls sucked him in impossibly deeper and each thrust of his hips was noisier than the last. The faint squelch was barely heard over your loud cries as you came harder than before, your nails digging into his shoulders. 

“Fuck yeah,” he grunted as he felt your warmth flood around him. “Good girl.”

His words set butterflies loose in your body and you cling onto him with every ounce of energy you have left. “Daddy,” you whispered, your core begging for a break but also begging for him to fill you up. “Come, please…inside me.”

Leon lets out a throaty groan as he fucked into you a few more times before stilling. He comes deep within your soaked walls, painting your core white as he fills you up to the brim. “Fuck, baby,” he rasps, pulling out slightly then slipping back inside you again.

He wanted to make sure his seed reached as deep as it could go in you, even if there was no way you could actually get pregnant right now since you’re on the pill. 

You whine a bit when he pulls out completely, replacing his dick with his fingers as he pushes his come back inside you. “Where it belongs,” he mumbles as he leans down to press a kiss to your abused core. 

You shudder a bit as he moves back up your body and wraps you in his arms. Relaxing against his chest, you let out uneven breaths as you feel his seed run down your folds and seep into your lecture notes. “Thank you,” you whisper, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw. “I really did miss you so much, Leon.”

He kisses your forehead and tightens his hold on you a bit. “I missed you, too, sweet girl,” he replied, knowing both you and he would probably wake up tomorrow with rug burn marks on your bodies. “I’m sorry for not being here very much. I promise it’ll only be a couple more weeks and then I’ll be given a break.”

“It’s okay,” you smile, giving him another kiss. “You made up for it tonight.”

-

Kind of don’t like this at all, so be gentle and lie to me if you hate it, too x

[softxsuki]

I am SO nervous to ask, but I have an urgent request for Obey Me. Can I ask for Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Beelzebub comforting a burnt-out reader? The reader's mental health has been decreasing for a while, and lately they think nigh everyone sees them as incompetent. They've had to do a LOT of things in a short span of time and they have to do even more tasks that require mINimAL eFFoRT to do in the next week while acting as the unpaid therapist for their friends.

Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Beelzebub (Separate) Comfort Burnt-Out Reader

Pairings: Diavolo x Gn!MC, Barbatos x Gn!MC, Simeon x Gn!MC, Beelzebub x Gn!MC

Warnings: mentions of low mental health, feeling burnt out

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 730

Summary: In which they comfort you after seeing how burnt-out you are

[A/N: Hiiii, I'm sorry this is so late, I got sick and have just been very busy with work and getting ready for the holidays, but hopefully this is still useful you you :)]

Diavolo:

Diavolo is also a very busy man, as the next in line to be king of the Devildom and being the president of the student council, he knows what it feels like to have a lot going on

He sneaks away from Barbatos and his pile of paperwork to go look for you

When he does find you, he drags you away on a little rendezvous to help you get away from your own mountain of responsibilities even if its only for a few minutes

Usually you both go into town together and have a meal or just browse around in the different stores

On days where Barbatos is keeping a closer eye on him and he can’t sneak off, he encourages you to get any work you have to get done, in his office

Just so he can keep a close eye on you and make sure you take breaks frequently, to lessen the stress and try and keep you from feeling burnt out

Barbatos:

Barbatos is one of the most responsible men out there, but he too is busy with his own duties, as well as watching over Diavolo to keep him on track

Yet despite being busy, he always makes time for you–after all you’re part of his duties, taking care of you comes naturally, yet it’s a task he’d never leave undone

If there’s anything he can do for you to help lighten your workload, he’d do it

Most of his visits include tea time and sometimes he even brings some sweet treats that he baked specifically for you

Back massages are a must as well as maybe a short walk to keep the blood flowing and allow you some fresh air

He’s always there to listen to your concerns or worries, he’s YOUR person that hears you out and offers advice since he knows you never put yourself first in any other part of your life

With Barbatos, you’ll always be first

Simeon:

Simeon notices how tired you look day by day, but when he finally decides to step in, he takes you away from everything so you can clear your mind and just stop worrying about everything for a moment

You both venture to the human world for some well needed sunlight; since the Devildom is dark 24/7 perhaps you needed some Vitamin D to lift you up again

While in the human world, he takes you to all your favorite places in hopes that it will make you happy again

Words of affirmation are a huge deal for Simeon, so he’s always telling you how amazing and brilliant you are in all aspects of your life

He’s a great listener and as a celestial being, he’d probably give you the best advice in return for any of the struggles you express to him

Picnics are his favorite thing to do with you, especially in the human world; he’d prepare all the food and desserts with Luke’s help and pamper you to a relaxing day by the water

Simeon is always concerned for your well being, so he frequently checks in on you and brings you small things throughout the week to try and lighten your mood

Beelzebub:

Of course as soon as Beel notices your change in demeanor he assumes it’s because you aren’t eating well, or not eating enough

So his instinct is to attempt to cook for you to get those well needed nutrients back into your body

This of course fails and he ends up eating half the plate before it even reaches you (that’s still impressive) so he decides to just take you out to eat instead and pays for everything

Aside from feeding you, Beel gets a little clingy

He’d hold you close and steals you away to his and Belphie’s room, shooing everyone away except his twin of course, but he hogs you all to himself for a few hours, only leaving for food and bathroom breaks

You’re forced to relax with him and he reassures you that he’ll take care of any other responsibilities you have for the day

Probably starts talking about random things to make you laugh or distract your mind from anything unwanted that may still be lingering

He’s just a big cuddly teddy bear who wants to make sure you’re well taken care of, both physically and mentally

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 12/11/2023

[gem-femmes]

Level Up Reminders Because Why Not

You don’t need permission. You don’t need consensus. You don’t need a committee vote to change your life.

You don’t need everyone to be on board before you move forward. You can just decide. You can just start. You can just go.

Half of what people hesitate on is because they’re waiting for some kind of cosmic✨ green light that doesn’t exist. If you want it, act like it. If you don’t, stop performing confusion.

Silence is an answer. Indifference is an answer. Distance is an answer. No response is a response, and it’s a pretty clear one. If someone wanted to clarify, they would. If they cared, you’d know. If they were going to change, you wouldn’t have to beg.

The truth is never that ambiguous -- just inconvenient.

Act like you have somewhere to be. Emotionally, mentally, physically. We do not loiter in situations that drain, insult or bore us. We do not linger in dynamics that feel like work. We do not overstay our welcome in places that do not welcome us.

If something is wrong, and you feel it, that’s enough. You don’t need proof. You don’t need a second opinion. You don’t need to rationalize your discomfort like it’s a courtroom. You can just leave.

Not everything needs a reaction. Not everything deserves an explanation. Not everything is worth your time. Some things are just there to be ignored. Not everything that wants your energy gets to have it. You do not have to attend every debate, acknowledge every slight, respond to every provocation. Some things are beneath you, and that’s not arrogance, that’s discernment.

"Is this mine to carry?" Before you stress, before you intervene, before you feel obligated to fix someone else’s mess. Ask yourself that. If it’s not yours, put it down. If someone hands you guilt or responsibility that isn’t yours, return to sender. You are not an emotional janitor, not an unpaid therapist, not a dumping ground. Other people’s problems are not your personality.

We don’t break our own hearts over hypotheticals. We don’t live in futures that haven’t happened. We don’t ruin our day because of a scenario that might come true. “But what if --” Stop. When the problem arrives, then we’ll handle it. But until then? We live.

If it doesn’t align, it’s a no. If it drains you, it’s a no. If it requires you to become someone you’re not, it’s a no. If it’s forcing you to beg, explain, or prove your worth, it’s a hell no. Life moves smoother when you don’t argue with reality. Accept what is and act accordingly.

And if something’s off? It is. No need to double-check. Trust that.

[saebyeokbliss]

ONCE MORE TO SEE YOU— PART X.

synopsis: on a cold january day, you were worrying about the reason your girlfriend wasn’t texting back. when she finally does and asks to meet at your apartment, you’re met with heartbreak as she ends your relationship. no explanation. two years later, you run into her at a cafe with someone new. what are you to do?

warnings: grief, mentions of death, financial struggles, emotional distress, mild language

pairing: sae-byeok x fem!reader

The money felt heavier than it should have.

Even though it was safely tucked away in your bag, every time you moved, every time you thought about it, you could feel its presence like a weight pressing down on you. The envelope sat on your kitchen counter for hours after you returned from the diner that night, taunting you, daring you to do something with it.

And eventually, you did.

The next morning, you paid off the rent. Walking into the landlord’s office with a wad of cash felt surreal, almost like you were living someone else’s life. His eyes widened when you handed him the overdue balance along with the next two months in advance, his usual gruff demeanor replaced by something resembling warmth. “Guess you caught a lucky break,” he muttered, scribbling a receipt before waving you off. Lucky wasn’t the word you’d use, but you didn’t bother correcting him.

After that, you tackled your tuition. The woman at the bursar’s office gave you a long, skeptical look when you handed her the money in person, but she processed it without asking questions. Finally, the stack of unpaid hospital bills followed, the last and most painful reminder of your sister’s fight.

By the time it was all done, you were left with only a small amount of the original sum. Enough to get by for the next couple of weeks, but nothing more. Even so, the crushing weight that had been suffocating you for months had finally loosened its grip. For the first time in what felt like forever, you could breathe.

But the relief was short-lived.

The grief hadn’t gone anywhere. It lingered in the corners of your mind, heavy and unrelenting, no matter how much you tried to ignore it. Losing Veda had left a hole in you that nothing could fill, and though the money had solved your financial problems—for now—it couldn’t fix the emptiness in your chest or the ache in your heart.

You stayed home for a week, a whirlwind of grief and exhaustion keeping you from stepping outside. You hadn’t even called Mrs. Hanuel to explain; you just… disappeared. But when you finally worked up the courage to return to the diner, you learned that Sae-byeok had already covered for you.

“She told me everything,” Mrs. Hanuel said when you arrived that morning, her kind eyes soft with sympathy. “You take all the time you need. We’ll manage.”

You blinked, stunned. Sae-byeok had explained? When had she done that? And why? You shook off the questions for now, thanking Mrs. Hanuel quietly before heading to the break room to change into your uniform.

The moment you stepped onto the diner floor, all eyes turned to you. Minji, Hyejin, and Yuna were huddled near the counter, their whispering stopping abruptly when they saw you. You gave them a weak smile, hoping to avoid any awkward questions, but Minji was already rushing over to you.

“You’re back!” she said, her voice bright but tinged with concern. “Are you okay? We were worried about you.”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, though your voice lacked conviction. “Just… needed some time.”

She nodded, but her gaze lingered on you like she was trying to read between the lines. Before she could press further, Hyejin and Yuna joined her, the three of them forming a small wall of concern around you.

“We missed you,” Yuna said softly. “It’s been different without you here.”

“Different how?” you asked, forcing a small smile. “The place hasn’t burned down, has it?”

“No,” Hyejin said, smirking slightly. “But it’s been… quieter.”

“Quieter?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Because of Sae-byeok,” Minji blurted out, earning a sharp elbow jab from Yuna. “What? It’s true!”

“What about her?” you asked, your heart skipping a beat.

“She’s been acting weird,” Hyejin said, lowering her voice as she glanced toward the break room. “Like… more serious than usual. And that’s saying something.”

“She barely says a word to anyone,” Yuna added, her tone cautious. “Not that she’s ever super chatty, but it’s like… she’s distracted or something.”

“And crankier,” Minji said, her voice dropping to an exaggerated whisper. “Which is terrifying, by the way.”

You frowned, your mind racing. Sae-byeok wasn’t exactly the warmest person to begin with, so hearing that she’d been more withdrawn than usual wasn’t entirely surprising. But the idea that your absence had anything to do with it felt… strange. Why would it?

Before you could ask more, the break room door creaked open, and Sae-byeok stepped out. Her sharp gaze swept over the diner, landing briefly on your small group. Minji, Hyejin, and Yuna immediately scattered, pretending to busy themselves with various tasks, leaving you standing awkwardly by the counter.

Sae-byeok’s eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before she jerked her head toward the break room. “Come with me.”

Your stomach twisted as you followed her, the atmosphere between you thick and uncomfortable. You hadn’t spoken to her since the night she gave you the money, and you had no idea what to expect. Was she angry? Annoyed? You couldn’t tell.

The moment the door closed behind you, Sae-byeok turned to face you, her arms crossed over her chest. For a long moment, she didn’t say anything, her dark eyes searching your face like she was trying to piece something together.

“How are you?” she asked finally, her voice quieter than you expected.

The question caught you off guard, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond. “I… I’m fine,” you said weakly, though you knew it wasn’t convincing.

“Don’t lie,” she said bluntly, her gaze unwavering. “How are you really?”

The weight of her words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you felt your composure start to crack. You looked away, your hands trembling slightly as you clenched them into fists. “I don’t know,” you admitted finally, your voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel. Veda’s gone, and it’s like… everything else just stopped mattering.”

Sae-byeok didn’t respond right away, but when she finally spoke, her tone was softer than you’d ever heard it. “It doesn’t stop mattering,” she said quietly. “It just… hurts less. Eventually.”

You looked up at her, surprised by the hint of vulnerability in her voice. For once, her expression wasn’t cold or distant—it was… understanding. Like she knew exactly what you were going through.

And maybe she did.

For a moment, the break room felt like it wasn’t part of the diner. The usual clatter of dishes and muffled conversations outside faded away, leaving only the sound of your uneven breathing and the faint hum of the fluorescent light above. Sae-byeok stood in front of you, her arms still crossed, her dark eyes watching you carefully as if she was trying to figure out the right thing to say.

You hated that she could see right through you. The vulnerability bubbling to the surface felt foreign, uncomfortable, like you were standing in front of her without armor.

“I don’t know how to move on,” you admitted finally, your voice trembling. “Everything feels… empty. Like nothing I do matters anymore. And I know I should be grateful for the money, for the chance to catch up on everything, but it just—it doesn’t change the fact that she’s gone. Veda’s gone, and I couldn’t do anything to save her.”

Your voice cracked on her name, and you bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. You’d cried enough in the past week. You didn’t want to cry now, not here, not in front of Sae-byeok.

But then she did something unexpected. She stepped closer, her hands dropping to her sides as she stood just a few inches away from you. Her presence was steady, grounding, and for the first time in weeks, you didn’t feel like you were falling apart.

“You did everything you could,” she said softly, her voice low but firm. “Don’t blame yourself for something you couldn’t control. That’ll kill you faster than anything else.”

Her words hit you harder than you expected, and you blinked up at her, surprised by how much weight they carried. There was something in her tone—an edge of bitterness, like she was speaking from experience.

“I just…” You shook your head, your voice breaking. “I feel so alone.”

“You’re not,” she said, her voice steady. “Not anymore.”

You looked up at her again, and for a moment, you saw something in her eyes that you hadn’t seen before—a flicker of softness, of vulnerability, hidden beneath her usual cold exterior. It wasn’t pity or sympathy; it was something else.

“I’ll be here,” she said, her tone quieter now. “For as long as you need me.”

It wasn’t a grand declaration, and her words weren’t laced with warmth or sentimentality. But they were honest. And coming from her, that meant more than anything else.

You nodded, your throat too tight to speak, and she gave you a small, almost imperceptible nod in return. Then, without another word, she turned and left the break room, slipping back into her usual role as if nothing had happened.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. For the first time in weeks, you felt like you could breathe. Sae-byeok’s words stayed with you, grounding you as you moved from table to table, cleaning up after customers and taking orders.

Your coworkers didn’t push you with questions or comments, which you appreciated. It was like they understood that you needed space, though you caught Minji throwing you a few curious glances throughout the day. Sae-byeok, on the other hand, was her usual self—quiet, focused, and distant. If anyone else noticed the subtle shift in her demeanor, they didn’t say anything.

By the time your shift ended, you felt a strange sense of normalcy returning. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep you moving forward.

The diner emptied out slowly, the last of the customers leaving just before midnight. You stayed behind to clean, scrubbing down the counters and wiping the tables until the place was spotless. Everyone else had already left, and the silence of the diner felt comforting rather than suffocating.

You grabbed your bag and headed out through the back door, the cold night air hitting you as you stepped into the alley. The streetlights cast long, uneven shadows across the pavement, and for a moment, the stillness of the night felt peaceful.

But then you heard it—a low, familiar voice that sent a chill down your spine.

“Well, well. Look who we have here.”

You froze, your heart hammering in your chest as you turned toward the source of the voice. Deok-su stepped out of the shadows, his hulking frame blocking the only exit to the alley. His expression was twisted into a sneer, his eyes narrowing as they flicked over you.

“Where’s Kang?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “I’ve got some unfinished business with her.”

Your blood ran cold, your mind racing as you tried to figure out what to do. He took a step closer, his presence suffocating, and you realized with a sinking feeling that you were trapped.

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In Cu grow up with Percilla

At least Gabe would die much faster and quicker.

I mean personality would change too, if sally can do Fix PJ Poseidon to be Broseidon

To make Cu a bit nicer would work easy. Still a asshole, but a asshole with heart and familiy love

wait ur right cu chulainn comes from a time where ppl can just randomly kill ppl for whatever reason (a hobby he definitely loved to take part in 😂) so he would definitely kill gabe but i see him as doing it as an exchange first???

"take me in and i'll kill gabe and act as percy's protector" kinda thing, and ofc sally would hesitate first because helloooo why would she trust a random kid to kill her husband (+ the whole morals thing), he could get caught (modern day = cameras, more technology to catch killers, she's the wife so detectives would look at her more closely, etc.)

BUT she just witnessed this kid save her daughter from a monster like it was the easiest thing ever, he clearly knows SOMETHING about the divine world, and gabe IS abusive so she hesitantly agrees to it and cu chulainn somehow manages to kill gabe and get away with it and BAM the jacksons got a new addition and percy gets a new unpaid babysitter big brother!

for percy's sake, i feel like sally would ask cu chulainn to keep it a secret that he killed gabe and that she conspired with it, so the excuse they go with is "oh nooo, gabe must've pissed someone off during his usual gambling sessions and they snapped and murdered him!" and percy would nod cuz yeah that seems believable plus that's what the cops deduced too

i think cu would also be confused as to why sally wants to keep percy in the dark but after she explains the whole "her scent gets stronger if she knows = more monsters appear & i don't want to send my kid to a camp where they'll shape her into what the gods want her to be" he'll understand and play along. so the cover story for why cú's staying with them is "cú chulainn/sétante is from the foster care system and i managed to get custody over him, so he's gonna be your new big brother now, isn't that great? 😊 " and little percy would be like "fiiiiiine 😒" cuz he's a meanie but if her mom wants him around then she'll just have to grin and bear it 😂