#room 303

[viesanders]

Eric & Zach Self para

//Eric's Apartment #303. Apr 13th & 17th, early morning.

He still heard Hector's heavy breathing as he dragged Eric back to the bed - it wasn't so easy now when his legs, the whole body, wouldn't cooperate. The smell of the liquor confiscated from other people's apartments mixed with sweat permeated his nostrils. "I'm gonna need a shower after this," he heard him complain. Eric needed it even more when he could still smell Sada's perfume on his own clothes.

He remembered tripping on his own pants on his way upstairs, to the ground level, because Hector thought it would be funny not to fully pull them back up until it was too dangerous that someone could spot them. Even Sada wasn't there to see her new loyalist trying to earn some points for humiliating Eric; he had been enjoying his new tools, the power she had given him and James.

He remembered the jokes the man whispered into his ear when he brutally pulled Eric back up to his feet, ignoring his resigned groan. The way back to his new apartment was long, but when the door closed behind him, the lock turning, he didn't feel any better or safer.

Someone should have seen him immediately, the injuries she had left him with, but he crawled into his bed instead and wrapped his aching body in the blanket so tight he wasn't even sure if anything still hurt.

As if he had witnessed a thief break into his house and steal the most valuable of his possessions while all he could do was watch, Eric's mind replayed the events of the night over and over again in his head. Sada robbed him of his dignity in more than one way and he wasn't even brave enough to apologize to himself for bringing this on himself for nothing.

Unable to fall asleep, his hand gingerly reached up to his neck and covered the tattoo. Whatever it was, he didn't want it there but this room was the only place he could keep it hidden; Sada made it clear she would tattoo his face if she ever saw him cover it.

It's been years since Eric last cried, but that was the only way to exhaust himself to the point where he reached a dreamless rest. Despite his broken ribs and how it hurt to bury his face into the pillow to muffle the sounds, he cried like a kid.

Why had his body betrayed him and allowed that to happen; maybe she would have left him earlier if it hadn't cooperated? That spark of hope disguised as guilt (and vice versa) remained stuck in his brain like a splinter.

*

Another morning came and he woke up as if solely to cry some more. Only getting out of bed to use the toilet and drink some water. He choked and coughed. His ribs immediately reminded him of the beating.

Was it the next day or later? Eric didn't know, he slept and barely felt any hunger, so even his rations remained more or less untouched. Hector brought him scrambled eggs one day, but Eric refused to eat them. He was sure there was something nasty in the meal, but little did he know that was barely a prank played on him - Hector and some other asshole bet the poor man wouldn't touch even a deliciously smelling breakfast, and sacrificed their own breakfast to prove that.

*

Days passed and even though Zach's voice at the door was neither anything new nor surprising, this time it was accompanied by Ria's.

"Unlock the door now, Ria," demanded Zach. He knew she could pick the lock and let him in, and after a few days of not seeing his brother, Zach decided it was too terrifying even for the New Wexley Order. "I'm not fucking kidding."

She was armed and he wasn't but, God, when - or more importantly how - did their friendship turn into this? He waited impatiently and when she was done, Zach entered the apartment and slammed the door shut.

Are you okay? Hell no. What happened to you? Got beaten up. By who? Sada. Why? For his performance at the atrium almost a week prior.

A wordless, blink-of-an-eye conversation between the brothers happened before Zach even opened his mouth to express his shock.

"Oh my god, Eric..."

Zach ran straight to his brother's bed and kneeled beside it, immediately studying the injuries Eric had suffered. He looked so bad and did he stink even worse. Zach's heart was breaking at the sight alone.

"We're going to the shower and then I'll get you something to eat. And then I'll find Ruth to help you. Vie, I'm so fucking sorry-" He helped Eric sit up in the bed, and just when he was sure he saw everything there was to see, a dark marking that didn't resemble dried-up blood caught his attention. Zach lifted his hand to his brother's to stop him from covering it.

Eric cleared his throat; his voice was hoarse when he quietly uttered the first word he had spoken since that night.

"What does it say...?"

[zheniakirsikkalove]

Strangers from Hell / Hell Is Other People / 타인은 지옥이다 (2019)

[choberr]

mira with the room 303 horns

[rabidhiss]

I love it when apartment buildings project an image of each room number. It’s just such a neat touch.

[viesanders]

This wasn't a nightmare he or anyone else could wake up from, but at least he could openly hate it because how could this get any worse? Well, it obviously could for him and Ashton; there was no way Sada would just let them be - Eric for his little performance, and for Ash, it would be a lifetime achievement award.

A knock and the sound of the lock moving broke the silence of another uneventful day, where minutes felt like hours and uncertainty was the only state that felt normal. To say that Jeremiah's visit was something he expected would be a huge overstatement and when he pulled out something other than a gun, Eric frowned in confusion.

"I'm sure you could party with someone less incarcerated," he joked, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't curious. What was Jeremiah's agenda? He was on Sada's side but was he openly with her, shared her beliefs, and ran on the same fuel? Literally nothing was crystal clear and certain anymore. "Someone more your people."

Eric hesitated a little before extending his hand for the flask offered by the other and took a swig. He was a bit too hungry for that, but the booze still tasted good.

who: @viesanders

where: room 303

when: april 12th

for days he'd finally taken some advice he'd been hearing for the better part of his life and rested. slept. not as soundly as many would think, but it was amazing what a muscle relaxer and a good strain of indica could get done. the partially induced coma was needed, even if you wouldn't hear jeremiah entertaining a single 'i told you so' anytime soon. now, it was time to see what had been done in his absence.

eric sanders was a much easier stop than mal or ash or even charlie and aggie. though he was certain aggie knew exactly what he was capable of, which may be more disturbing than her thinking he was a hero. he knew why eric was behind lock and key. he hadn't wasted the time thinking about whether or not he agreed with it, but rather how it could be remedied. sada had given him a crown, after all, he didn't intend to let it go to waste while it lasted.

he gave a warning knock before he unlocked the third floor apartment. "hey," he greeted, looking around before moving further into the room. "thought i might return a favor." miah pulled the flask from his pocket and unscrewed the top, taking a drink first to let him know without saying that it wasn't poisoned. not because eric indicated it was, but because if roles were reversed, jeremiah would want to know. he extended the flask over for the younger man to take.

[86-12]

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[thehusbandoden]

MHA Men When You're Sick - Bakugo Katsuki, Todoroki Shoto, and Hawks (separately ofc)

A/n: I've had a pounding head and a sore throat since yesterday lol, so here's a little comfort thing.

General info:

Genre: comfort&fluff \\ wc: 755 \\ female reader \\ posted: 03/27/24

Bakugo Katsuki (313 words)

“You need to take this, brat. It will help you.”  

You whine childishly, burying your flushed face in Bakugo’s neck. You’ve had a high fever for days. You were too stubborn to tell Bakugo, not wanting to add anything to his heavy workload. He figured out what was happening the third day in and has kept you on bed rest ever since.  

You were currently fully on top of him, curled into his chest, face buried in his neck. The thought of taking medicine filled you with dread, all you wanted was your hubby’s cuddles.

“Baby, you need to take this.” Bakugo let out a long sigh, doing his best to be patient. His attempts were in vain, your whining pushing him to the edge. He gently pushes you off of him, standing up. You let out a whimper from the lack of the comforting contact, looking up at your partner of two years.  

You give him a pout, trying to guilt him to get back in bed. He sighs, measuring out the appropriate medicine. “I’ll come back for cuddles once you take this, okay?”  

You huff, crossing your arms. You do your very best to stay stubborn, but you grew more and more desperate to get your pillow husband back. You reluctantly open your mouth, allowing the pro hero to spoon feed you your medicine. He watches you strictly, making sure you take every last drop.  

Once you do, he relaxes, putting the spoon and bottle down before crawling back into bed. You don’t waste a second, crawling onto him with a giggle. You rub your cheek up against his collarbone and chest, melting into your beloved hubby.  

Bakugo let out a dramatic sigh, trying to keep up his tsundere act. He stroked your hair fondly, even as he acted like he didn’t find you cute- which he does, but he won’t ever admit it.  

(Bakugo's masterlist)

Shoto (303 words)

(He looks so sweet when he smiles T^T)

The sweet sound of happy squeals and giggles arouses you from your slumber. You groan softly, opening your eyes to see your two-year-old twins crawling on top of you and your husband. You grimace as your head pounds.  

You run a hand through the older twin’s hair before shaking Shoto gently. “Baby?” You whisper, he blinks his eyes open, smiling at the sight of you.  

“Yes darling?” He whispers, his hand finding yours.  

“I really don’t feel well this morning...” Shoto frowns, sitting up to kiss your forehead tenderly. He caresses your hair for a few moments before turning to the twins, his eyes lighting up at the sight of your happy babies.  

“Why don’t you rest? I can watch the twins before I go to work? How bad is it, I can call in if I need to.”  

You groan, not wanting to burden the man you adored. He worked hard enough already; he didn’t need yet another thing on his shoulders.  

Before you can protest, Shoto shoots you a look, silently telling you to just relax for once. Shoto knows better than anyone that you work as hard as he does, though you never take credit for it.  

“I-I really need you here today.” You mumble, looking down in embarrassment. You felt foolish for burdening your husband.  

“I’ll call in. Let me get these rascals into the living room and I’ll come check up on you again, okay?” He smiles softly at you, kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. You try to pull away, grimacing.  

“You’ll get sick.” You pout.  

“And?” He smiles softly, pecking your lips twice before standing up, chasing the twins out of the room, their cackles of joy making your head pound and your heart to swell with pride and joy.  

(Sho's masterlist)

Hawks (149 words)

“Babybird!” Hawks screams dramatically, diving full-force into the glass door on your balcony. You frown, quickly opening the door to help him up.  

“You said you weren’t feeling good?!” Hawks asked, obviously panicking. He didn’t blink an eye to the pain he had just inflicted on himself.  

“I just have a headache baby, it’s not that big of a deal.” You sigh fondly. Hawks takes you in his arms, kissing your forehead and temples.  

“Nothing a little cuddling can’t fix...” he grins, pecking your lips and nose before carrying you bridal style towards the couch.  

You can’t help but giggle, enjoying the pampering you’re getting. “You’re a goof, my love.” You smile, stroking his jaw.  

“I’m your goof.” He smirks, kissing your cheeks and nose. 

“That you are, and you always will be.” You grin, leaning up to press a loving kiss to his lips, which he happily reciprocates.  

(Hawks masterlist)

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[strawberryshortcake0413]

Last hope (part 1)

Characters:yandere Leon S Kennedy (older version) x reader

Disclaimer: This fanfic contains dark-themed topics, such as kidnapping, depression, suicidal thoughts, non-consent, unwanted pregnancy,etc

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. MDNI

Warning: yandere Leon Kennedy, kidnapping, non-consent, depressed reader, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome, unwanted pregnancy, emotional & mental abuse, out of character leon etc

@dollywons credits for the divider, thank you :))

The pictures used does not belong to me!!!

Chapters: pt2 pt3 pt4

“Fuck off” you muttered to your Alex. Today was already as hard as it was. You didn't need him giving you unnecessary advice on how to grief a patient.

Who does he think he is?? You thought to yourself. Listening to a bratty egotistical younger resident telling you what to do when your patient dies during surgery? No. At least you will not tolerate his behavior.

Growing up with a careless single mother in poverty may have made you like this. Always numb and cold. That's just what people think of you.

You weren't always this unattending. In the first year of medical school, you were the nicest and the most helpful student there is. Things changed as your career proceeded within the years. You saw how ugly people can be. They took you as weak and something they can use to get what they want.

Not again. Never again

The loud alarm went off in the hospital wing. You quickly got up as your pager rang. In-room 303, there was a little girl. 10 years old, had a diagnosis of cardiomyopathy. When you were working the night shift and doing regular rounding checkups, she talked about her birthday plan to you.

“I want Princess Jasmine to attend my birthday party. Her hair is so long and shiny and pretty and, and she's pretty. She's also so smart. Mommy promised me she would come” the girl suddenly stopped. After a few seconds she opened her mouth again.

“She said she… she will come if I live… will I live? Doctor?”

You thought about the past as the attending announced her time of death. 23:44. 12th of May, 2015.

Two patients. Two patients. In one day.

Hiding from people, you hugged your knees in the corner of an empty hallway as you sobbed. God. People thought you were heartless. What other choice do you have when you have no choice but to leave your toxic mother who had no other motivation in life other than drinking, to build a better future for yourself. What other choice do you have when you were the best student in the school but had no money for college? Would you rather stay with your mom to take care of her all your life, doing everything that drives you insane or follow your dreams?

Unfortunately for you, your dream was not something you imagined. Burden, depression, exhaustion were the main 3 words you could use for this job.

Not to mention the creepy, flirty attendings. Always being underestimated by the men in the field.

After the long hard 24 hours and arguing with your mentor about your recent research about brain cancer, you took a box with your belongings.

Bitch

The old fat man fired you for standing up for yourself. Why would you allow anyone to take ideas from your paper? Especially if they were your teacher.

Fine. I'll find a better job in a better hospital.

After putting on your comfortable black coat and causing your boss to fire you for no actual good reason, you walked to your car with the box in your hand.

“Fuck” you yelled as you struggled to open the car door with the damn box in hand. In the reflection of the car window at midnight you saw a face behind you. Just as you were going to turn away, something was put around your nose and mouth and everything went black.

Leon grinned to himself as he carefully put the young woman in his jeep. Tonight was the new moon. There was almost no light in the parking lot and he was sure the cameras couldn't catch the glimpse of his face.

He observed her for a few weeks. First he got a little headache and decided to go to the hospital, only to find a little angel for himself.

Leon noticed she was quite unique compared to the women he met before. Even though he wouldn't say she's rude, she wasn't exactly nice either. He was sure he could fix her up nicely to become a sweet little wife for him.

His baby just needed some guidance in life. What would he be if he let go of this girl to become a rude old bitch. Instead she could help the community by giving Leon a family he wanted for the last few months too much.

Staring at his sweet pumpkin through the rear view window, he was planning what to do next. For the last week he had already planned what to do. But his bunny was in a worse condition than he thought. Overworked herself, dressed in sad gloomy clothes. He would strip her out of these and put her in comfortable , cotton pajamas.

And feed her. He knows what she eats in a day. Sad cold dark coffee with a tuna sandwich for breakfast. No lunch. Leftover pizza or burger for dinner. Leon will make sure she eats plenty of vegetables and homemade food that will nurture her.

During the night he changed her clothes to what he had bought for her.

“Just perfect” he muttered as the t-shirt he got fit her perfectly. Hugging her waist, making her breast more prominent. He held himself back from touching her cunt as he pulled down her pants, along with her underwear.

He sniffed her and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent. “I’ll show you how much I love you when you wake up honey. Not yet… Leon… gotta wait” he muttered to himself.

He put a little underwear on her and undressed himself. Crawling next to the love of his life, Leon put an alarm at 4am on his phone.

“The drug should be out by then,” Leon thought as he cuddled her.

After a few hours Leon was woken by clicking on the doorknob. His angel had woken up and was trying to open the door. Leon sneakily grabbed his phone and looked at the time. 3am.

The blonde signed and got up, causing his angel to scream and throw a vase on the shelf nearby at him.

“Get away from me, you freak!” you yelled, almost on the verge of crying making Leon's heart beat faster. He hated seeing you in pain.

“It's okay. It's okay, baby. Everything will be alright.” Leon cooed, getting up from the bed to her.

“Step away!” You screamed, throwing the left souvenirs on the shelf to him.

Leon walked in a few short big steps, in hurry and stopping you before you hurt yourself.

“It's okay my baby. Daddys here to take care of you. It's okay. Calm down. Everything will be okay.. no more work, no more ignoring yourself. It's okay..” Leon muttered trying to calm you down. He gripped your arms tightly above your head while kissing your head.

You squirm while sobbing, trying to kick him.

“What did I do to you?? Let me go.” You demanded squirming more, causing Leon to tighten his grip. Leon kept muttering to you his reassuring words while kissing your face all over when you managed to kick him in the crotch.

He let go of you and inhaled deeply, trying not to lash out on his dove on their 1st day as a couple.

“Y/n…. Honey… calm down…” he breathed out.

After a while of trying, Leon gave up. The constant cursing and screaming were giving him an awful headache, same as the ones he gets after missions.

“SHUT UP BITCH” he yelled at you, shaking your arms. Your eyes widened as you shut down, the room was quite apart from your sniffling and leons hard breathing.

“Please… just… let me go…” you sniffed out. You haven't felt this humiliated and weak since you were a little girl. Since your mother used to beat you after not cooking for her. Since you went against her words. Your childhood wasn't something you liked talking about, nor getting pity from strangers. You wanted nothing to do with the alcoholic bitch. When you were near her, you were a prisoner.

Ironic, now I'm a real prisoner

Leon breathed out and stared intensely. Suddenly he grabbed your waist, pulling you towards him before jumping on the bed. You protested, tried to bite his arm, kick him, scream, call for help, every way. Leon almost tore the piece of garments he put on her before.

“What are you doing?? Stop. No. Stop-” you protested, only for him to shut you up with a kiss.

After the first night, Leon felt guilty. Not because he made love to his lover when she was throwing a tantrum. But because of the way he lashed out on her. For the last few days she was avoiding him, sitting in corners, not eating or making any noise. After a while being a gentleman as he is, Leon decided to surprise his bunny.

“Honey. I'm home” Leon smiled, locking the doors securely. He hid a small box behind his back.

You crawled away from him, to the edge of the bed. Leon reached out his hand to pull your hair back.

“My beautiful baby. Did you miss me?” He grinned stupidly. You wanted to cry. But you didn't want to show him your weakness, especially after that night. Leon frowned as you pulled your head back.

“Look what daddy got you sweet girl. I know you overworked yourself so daddy got you vitamins.” He grinned as he showed the box.

You frowned seeing it. The multi vitamins that had fruit flavors.

“Don't you like it? Daddy got you this one specifically because the pharmacist told me a lot of trying women get it” Leon smiled, placing his hand on your thigh.

You snatched the vitamin to see what it has.

Vitamin D, B6, B12, Vitamin C, Vitamin A, B9

What the actual fuck

“Are you insane??” You yelled. Leon's eyebrows raised. You finally said a word to him after the event, but yelling at him? He can't be having his wife yelling at the breadwinner.

“Dove. Watch your mouth” Leon said calmly, but his grip tightened.

“All I ever wanted for you is happiness honey. We will have many children. Look around the bedroom honey. The outside. Can't you see we are more than available to raise children? You're young and beautiful. We can have children. For now, I'm worried you're short on essential vitamins. And I heard it could affect fertility” Soon his eyes narrowed as he understood it was necessary to take another way.

“I know what I did was… wrong… Maybe you would have wanted me to approach it in a traditional way. But I just couldn't wait for you. Plus… you already know you would have rejected my offer. You were too deep in hurting yourself. I'm helping you. I'm helping us. We're building a future. Together”

“You should go to therapy”

Leon narrowed his eyes again. “Sleep well angel. You're not clearly thinking well” he said, kissing the forehead before lying beside you.

During the night you tossed around. What if you could overdose on vitamins and just end this suffering? There was no one to look out for you. You got fired, the only family you have is an alcoholic that you cut contact with, and no real friends. You were alone in this.

[pukefactory]

glisten with a reader who loves to bite the everloving shit out of him for no reason unsolicited. please and thank you. *hands over -0. 3 cents as "payment"* (i just stole 0.3 cents from you haha)

As a habitual biter myself, this was fun to write and sink my teeth into, hehe. Also, hey! Give me my three cents back! >:(

˚₊‧꒰ა . —— BITE! BITE! —— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

♫ Summary: Glisten with a reader who cannot stop biting him

♫ Character(s): Glisten (Dandy’s World)

♫ Reader Pronouns: Non Specified

♫ Genre: Short Story, Fluff, SFW

♫ Word Count: 303

♫ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

Glisten sat at his vanity, applying his usual makeup as part of his daily routine. He picked up his blush brush and gently dusted his glass cheeks, carefully blending the color to achieve as symmetrical a look as possible. After a few minutes, he examined his reflection, slowly tilting his head from side to side, admiring his work. Satisfied, he set the brush down and reached for his eyeshadow palette.

CHOMP!

Glisten let out a startled scream, yanking his hand to his chest in both shock and pain. His wide, panicked eyes darted around the room, searching for the culprit—until they landed on you. You were crouched behind his chair, a mischievous, toothy grin spreading across your face.

“What was that for!?” he snapped. “You could’ve ruined my makeup, you know!”

“It was just a little bite!” you said, standing up.

“A little bite!? Look, look at this bruise!” He extended his hand toward you dramatically.

You leaned in to inspect it—but there was absolutely nothing there.

“There’s nothing there,” you pointed out.

“Yes, there—OW!”

Before he could finish, you nibbled at his hand again. He yanked it away, glaring at you.

“STOP THAT!”

You giggled, flashing him a clear view of your sharp, pointed teeth. “You might bruise now.”

Glisten backed away from you like you were some kind of wild animal, clutching his supposedly wounded hand as if you had nearly taken it off. His over-the-top reaction only encouraged you further. You took a slow step toward him, grinning wide.

“Stop that,” he warned, inching farther away. “Stop that right now.”

For a moment, you stood still—before suddenly lunging at him.

Glisten shrieked, sidestepping just in time and bolting out of the room.

“SOMEONE HELP! THERE’S A RABID ANIMAL TRYING TO EAT MY FACE!”

“I only bit your hand!”

“HELP! HEEEELP!”

[viesanders]

//Eric's Apartment #303. Apr 17th, morning.

closed starter for @ruthellry

Zach tried to remain calm but it was about his brother and he had never seen him like this. He helped Eric take a shower, fixed him some food, and changed the bed sheets before leaving him there to find Ruth.

"He's been beaten up badly." he half-informed, half-warned, leading her to the apartment Eric had been moved to. "And-..." Zach absentmindedly brushed his fingers along his neck, indicating there was something else he wished he didn't have to mention. "Don't mention the—" He rubbed the spot on his neck where she would find a tattoo on Eric's as if he wanted to say 'You'll know when you see him'.

[bridgetfromwonderland]

•• I’m a nerd so of course I looked into why they chose to close up in this room number or why they chose this number for Bridget’s room… ••

•• Not sure how much truth there is to this but I found that verrrrry interesting… 👀 ••

(Also the fact it’s Red knocking on the door… maybe I’m trying way too hard to connect the dots BUT I MEAN C’MONNN 😆)

•🎀 #303 = Mom 🎀•

[leedongwook]

”Hey, wait. Yes? The young man in room 303 seems to meet that police officer often. It seemed like he gave her something this morning. Did you see what it was? I saw them from afar, so I didn't get a good look. What should we do? We can probably deal with the young man in room 303, but that female officer. Should we get rid of her?"

Strangers from Hell 타인은 지옥이다 // Episode 5

[literaila]

Can we PLEASE get some angst, followed by comfort (in the same one shot) up in this house?

you know you want to write it 😏

okay, he thinks. this has happened before.

satoru is used to pain and injuries and sending people off to be checked on. he’s used to being chaperoned through a hospital, counting the room numbers as he walks through the halls.

he’s no stranger to curses.

(sometimes it feels like they follow him around, just lurking in his shadow, so sure that he can’t see them from where he’s standing.

but satoru sees everything; he feels it.

he’s learned to bide his time and wait in the dark, wait for the moment of attack—he’s learned how to prepare himself for those types of things).

you’ve done this before, he thinks, so it’s fine.

when suguru got that concussion in shinjuku, when yaga broke his leg while showing them an abandoned district. when he was seven and his instructor led him down these same halls, telling him to keep his eyes peeled for anything, to keep his guard up if it was the last thing he’d do.

and it’s fine. room 303. he’s going to walk in the room and he’ll feel the same as he does every time he’s here—maybe a little bit misplaced, maybe a bit arrogant, angry because he wouldn’t have gotten hurt—but never afraid.

gojo satoru doesn’t feel fear. it was trained out of him by the time he was five.

he might be alone this time, a hole where someone else would be—someone who was actually scared, someone who felt concern like a normal person. but satoru doesn’t need anything to fill that hole.

he doesn’t need to worry.

it’s just a hospital. it’s just another curse, something he���ll easily overcome.

except for the fact that it’s you, of course.

when he walks in the room, the lights are off. satoru doesn’t mind this, really, because he’s never needed any lamp to see. and besides, its not that dark outside anyway—even if the curtains are drawn.

you’re not the first thing he sees. it’s the flowers hiding in the corner of the room, the only void of cursed energy there.

and then satoru turns, and he realizes that there’s another void.

it’s slight, because people have cursed energy even when they’re sorcerers—even if they’re as happy as tsumiki, as carefree as him.

but where you’d usually be bursting with that outline of negativity, it’s dim. barely a shield on your core—one you worked at to keep you safe.

and where you’d usually be reinforcing yourself, building up those barriers to keep anyone out, it’s empty.

satoru doesn’t look at anything like regular people do. he can see the dim of your skin, the sheen of sweat because you have a fever. he knows that your hair is tangled, that your face is scratched up, that you’re going to have another scar on your stomach.

but he doesn’t care about that. he never has.

he cares about the lack of feedback coming from his eyes, he cares that his technique has nothing to bypass.

satoru walks into the room, not minding the dark, but hating the feeling in the air. he really doesn’t like being alone.

it’s fine, though. its always fine.

(he wishes that megumi and tsumiki were here with him. they wouldn’t dwell in the doorway. tsumiki would sit right next to you and hold your hand and megumi would bring you things from home. if someone was going to cry, it would be them. and they could fill that empty space next to him. and they both would talk, even if there wasn’t an answer.

and he wouldn’t be alone).

still, he walks forward. he watches your body and waits until your chest rises, then falls, to keep going. just to be sure that it’s all fine.

because it is.

“still asleep?” he whispers, trying to fill his voice with the same disinterest, the same nonchalance that he would if you were awake.

and there’s no response. not that he was expecting one, really.

he sits down, and satoru knows that he should hold your hand—but he doesn’t. he can’t let his guard down now. he’s sure that the curses are watching, waiting for him to give something up.

“nanami is watching the kids,” he tells you, because you’d want to know. “so they’re fine. tsumiki wanted to get you flowers but i—“ he stops.

this is ridiculous. it’s stupid to talk to you like you’re there. like you can hear him.

i wanted to get here as soon as possible.

and because there’s nothing he can say, he takes off his blindfold. he looks at you with his own eyes, for just a moment.

you look the same—just asleep. if you were awake you would be scolding him, reminding him that he has to get the kids places and pack their lunches.

it’s only been five hours since you got here.

it’s just a nap, satoru rationalizes. shoko will be here tomorrow.

still he wants you to wake up more than anything. he wants to hear your voice, to say something stupid and make you laugh.

he wants to tell you the truth of it all, to finally admit that he cares, that he’s scared.

but satoru knows that he wouldn’t say that, even if you were up.

“you can’t lay here forever,” he whispers, in the dark. “megumi’s got a test he needs your help studying for. and who’s going to do ‘miki’s hair?”

satoru shakes his head, looking to your face for a response.

there is none.

and he might be afraid, he might be completely fine and still absolutely terrified—but suddenly he’s angry.

he’s angry with yaga for letting you go alone, for not sending him instead. he’s angry with himself for not realizing that you would need help. and he’s angry with you because you’re just as strong as him.

because you’re stronger. you might have less cursed energy, but you’re stronger than him—and you could do this so much easier than he can. you could talk to him while he was asleep and you’d probably be able to wake him up. and you’d soothe the kids and make the time to get the goddamn flowers.

“why did you do that?” he asks you, leaning closer. “are you an idiot? you know how to take care of yourself. you know how to block a technique, how to protect yourself. you—you know how to—“

satoru reminds himself that he’s fine. he’s been here before.

it’s the same every time, anyway. it’s loneliness and despair and waiting for the inevitable—for the curse to take over.

he’s been here before.

“are you crying?”

satoru’s head snaps to the side and he blinks at you. his eyes are wide, his face still burning with anger, and his hands moving recklessly across his legs, unable to be still.

you cough, looking around. “it’s rude to call the person in the hospital bed an idiot, you know?”

and the energy flashes around you for a moment, like you’re testing something. and it’s weaker than usual—softer—but it’s enough.

it’s fine.

satoru doesn’t answer you, only stares.

you look around again, blinking like you’re confused. “where are the kids?”

“with kento.”

you nod, reaching for his hand that he’s put uselessly on your bed. “that’s good. megumi hates hospitals.”

satoru swallows. “he hates crying people.”

you snort at him, squeezing his hand. “yeah. wouldn’t want him around you right now. that would be bad.”

and finally, his mouth twitches and he leans in closer. “i’m not crying.”

“well that’s rude,” you say, “i could’ve died, you know.”

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First Time Meeting The Family - Jan. 3rd - word count: 303 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus had faced bigotry, monthly instances where he had been taken apart and put back together, and Professor Binns’s written essays- so why was he so nervous about going to the Potters’ over Christmas hols?

He stood at the fireplace of his house, debating whether or not to actually go. His hands fiddled with his tie nervously.

What if they judge me? he thought.

They wouldn’t, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Sirius’s rang through his head. Now go, Moony. 

Remus scrunched his face up, already regretting his decision. “Potter Manor!” he said, grabbing a handful of Floo powder from the little pot nearby and dropping it in.

The next few seconds were a blur of warmth and spinning and fireplaces, until-

He landed in the Potter’s sitting room, where James, Sirius, and Peter were playing Exploding Snap. 

Sirius looked up at where Remus was standing. “Moony!” he cheered. “You’re here!” He launched himself at his boyfriend. 

“Sirius, hi,” he said as Sirius peppered his face with kisses. “How’re you holdin’ up?”

“Pretty well,” Sirius said, pulling away from Remus and smiling. “Wait,” he gasped after looking at Remus fully. “You’re wearing a suit!”

“Yep,” Remus said sheepishly. “Wanted to look good.”

“You always look good, Moons,” Sirius grinned. 

“Okay, lovebirds, let's go,” James said, ushering them out of the room to talk to his parents.

Immediately, Remus began overthinking. What if they didn’t like him now that he’s dating Sirius? What if this was all some elaborate ploy?

Instead, Effie and Monty smiled at him warmly. “Remus, Sirius obviously loves you very much. Don’t hurt him, okay? Poor boy has been through enough,” Effie said.

“Yes, ma’am,” Remus agreed. ��I won’t, I promise.”

“Awwe, Moony,” Sirius cooed. “Look at you, being respectful!”

“Shuddup, Padfoot,” Remus groaned, burying his face in his hands.

[sophswritingthings]

Can you please write about earlier morning with mizu like she doesn't want to get up from her lovers hold 😭 my heart...this is all I'm thinking I swear

pairing: mizu x fem!reader

warning(s): ummmm you and mizu r naked in bed, but it’s not nsfw <3

a/n: early morning mizu voice…….

summary: you have to get up and get to town; but mizu doesn’t want to let go just yet.

word count: 303 words / 1,663 characters 

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you hands are making circles on mizu’s back, drawing little hearts, circles and other shapes along your lovers skin.

her skin was so smooth, despite how rough her job was.

she was so nice to hold.. to love; but you needed to get out of bed and get into town.

you needed to make sure you were stocked on food and medicine, if you were going to journey together.

but it wasn’t like you could get up; mizu had you in her grip, her arms tight around your waist and her head in your neck.

“mmm.. mizu, my darling..” you whisper, your voice tired—your eyes haven’t even opened yet.

“hmmm..?” she hums, her voice tired. her fingers were caressing your waist under the blanket.

“hi there,” you chuckle.

“hi,” her voice was raspier than usual; tired and still not fully awake.

“I need to get up, darling…” you murmur, kissing the top of her head.

“mm—no,” she mumbled.

you laugh, running your hand through her hair—to which—she was wearing down right now.

“mizu!” you smile softly, “I need to get up and go shop.”

“shop? you’d rather shop than cuddle with me?” she scoffs, “wow.”

“don’t try and guilt trip me,” you gently separate your body from hers, prying her hands off your waist. 

you slip to your feet, wrapping the sheet around your body. you turn around to look at her, seeing the pouty expression across her face.

“don’t give me that look.”

you tossed off the sheet, throwing it onto her head. you giggle, slipping out of the room and into the bathroom.

you heard her footsteps following you into the bathroom, slipping into the warm water with you.

she gently massaged your shoulders; kissing your neck every so often. 

maybe skipping the shopping for today would be your best idea.

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