#so how much time has passed? has it been months? days?

[cxzsr]

𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮..𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞? - 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐱 𝐲𝐨𝐮

[𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨] [𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨] [𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦] [𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘭] [𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧!][𝘴𝘪𝘳 / 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭] [𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶] [𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦] [𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭] [𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘣-𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳] [𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩] [𝘸𝘦𝘵, 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘺] [𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳: 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘱𝘪𝘱𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘢𝘬, 𝘣𝘶𝘣/𝘣𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘢, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺]

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫, 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝…𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞..𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚..𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰 𝐦𝐞..

your mind kept racing..tossing and turning, these thoughts, that little voice in your head, it wouldn’t shut up. you figured caleb might be up so you decided to head to his room to cuddle with him, a big teddy bear was what he was and you needed him tonight. “can i just lay with you tonight?” you quietly called out to caleb as you were standing in the doorway of his bedroom. you were stiff, debating and going back and forth in your head about bothering him. ...he didn’t answer for a minute so you assumed he was in a deep slumber. you made your way over to him, crawling into bed behind him..it was pretty cute, you being the big spoon. caleb felt so comfortable, you kept pressing up on his bum and wrapped your arms around him, holding him as if he was your big plushie. he was stirring and shifting in his sleep, but you held him close to you, not wanting to let him go. as some time passed, you still couldn’t sleep, all you smelled was his scent, a mix of cinnamon and freshly baked apple pie..fuck he smelled divine, mixed in with his own personal musk. the two of you were obsessed with the smell of one another. but you were more intense with it, it dawned on you one day when you caught yourself humping your pillow while you had held his DAA jacket up to your nose..inhaling his scent. you couldn’t control your secret desires that day, putting the jacket beneath you, leaving your personal mark.

you were so fucking shy after you saw the stains you left on his jacket, throwing it in the wash quickly. he still doesn’t know and you don’t plan on telling him either, it embarrassed you a bit too much. all these memories started pouring back in of your little adventures with some of his clothes. it was setting you off, you couldn’t hold it in any longer and you were mindlessly grinding into his ass. “fuck that feels good” you hissed under your breath..you had on some black pajama shorts and a old tee, but the friction was intoxicating. you were wearing nothing beneath your clothes so it was like easy access for anyone. but you only wanted him, you craved him, his lingering touch, the way he’d slip his tongue into your mouth, how he’d caress the curve of your back. squeezing your ass even when you two are out in public, he wanted everyone to know that you were his, only his. he was madly in love and so were you, it was like the both of you would burn heaven, hell and earth just to be by each others side. but for some reason self-doubt just kept creeping in, those horrid thoughts that everything is a lie. this nagging feeling has been bothering you for months on end, ‘am i good enough’ ‘for him or anyone else’…constantly yelling and screaming at you. all you could do was just shake it off and try to lock it away.

“you like that angel?” caleb caught you off guard, that hoarse morning voice of his, you could tell he was groggy but he knew exactly what was happening. you stopped grinding on him abruptly as you heard his voice crack through the air like lightning. shock came over you and you realized how you were feral n’ humping his bum..you looked down between your legs and saw the wet spot on his grey shorts..you scooted away a little bit and looked at him. caleb turned around to face you, grinning at you as if what you did wasn’t enough to faze him. “I- i’m sorry caleb, i was…fuck..” you didn’t know how to lie yourself out of this one. this felt so embarrassing, your face was heating up rapidly, making you sweat a little.

“you were just what? huh pipsqueak? humping my ass?” he leaned towards you shaking his head chuckling and kissed your forehead softly.. “it’s alright bub..i didn’t say i didn’t like it. you act like you can’t come in here whenever the hell you want and do whatever the hell you want.” he winked at you..you knew consent was already enforced and that you both trust each other immensely.

you still felt that pang of guilt, feeling as if you’re too much sometimes, that he wouldn’t appreciate you being bold or taking the lead. caleb saw those wires firing up in your head as you fought your own thoughts. “baby c’mere…” caleb opened his arms inviting you to come closer, you hesitated for a moment but then you went over to him. as you embraced him, there was this heavy sigh of relief, you felt like you made it home and landed safely. “i love you pipsqueak..please understand that. i’m always going to be here, no matter what.” he made sure to enunciate every word and make it clear to you. you felt so protected, to be in his arms, feeling him wrapped around you “i know i tease you a lot angel but that doesn’t mean ill poke fun at my girl when she’s feeling down.” caleb caressed your eyebrows, gently tracing them with his fingertips.

nothing could ever take you away from him, you’re all he sees, looks forward to. the way you let yourself be unapologetically you is what he loves the most, nothing will ever change it. he couldn’t understand why you’d put yourself down like this. caleb pulled away gently, scanning your face trying to see what was running through your head. you kept avoiding his eyes..those beautiful purple eyes that were always so hard to gaze at. the way he looked at you with such intensity always made you feel uneasy. “bub, look at me…what’s happenin’ up there in that lil noggin of yours? you can talk to me.” before you spoke up, your were fiddling with the comforter, pinching and pulling at it. he instantly recognized your discomfort but he didn’t say anything, he let you take your time to gather your thoughts together. “caleb…i’ve been having dark thoughts again…really terrible thoughts, my inner voice has just been bullying me lately.” caleb reached out to rub your back…those heavy warm hands soothing that tension radiating from your back. “angel, are you embarrassed for waking me up by-“

“no no no..it’s just..i feel like im behind, i know i have so much to be grateful for and i understand that but i genuinely feel like im not doing enough for myself or anyone else..” you raised your head…still avoiding him. you just stared at the door, thinking of your escape plan from this annoying conversation. you felt like you weren’t doing enough for him deep in your heart, but you didn’t feel the urge to tell him.

“please look at me pipsqueak.” caleb gently turned your head towards him, his grip was firm though.

“i don’t want to do this right now caleb! i can’t, i don’t even know how to articulate what i want to say when…when i feel like no one will truly listen to me” your face was heated, it felt like someone put you into a human sized oven. it was always like this when you were anxious, your mouth getting drier and parched. your palms were sweating, how your throat felt like you swallowed a full bag of pebbles, it was tight. you couldn’t take it anymore, especially the lingering feeling that’s been sitting with you for months..feeling like you’re. not. good. enough. caleb was getting frustrated but not at you, at whatever was making you feel this way, he couldn’t help but feel like it was his fault, like it was his responsibility to find the culprit and teach them a lesson. but the culprit was your brain, those limiting thoughts you believed more than the man who was sitting right in front of you…

he finally spoke up “who is it?” caleb had that look in his eyes. the look of someone who’s plotting, calculating their next move. he had that dangerous menacing glare in his eyes.

you grabbed his hand “caleb! you don’t need to do anything to anyone, i can already see you’re getting ideas..” you had to reassure him, making it crystal clear “and it’s no one, well it’s nothing physical…not unless you can fight my inner demons tormenting me.” you laughed dryly, you saw no amusement relishing in your own pain and sorrow. he knew there was no way to fight your mean inner thoughts, he knew there was nothing he could physically do except just being there for you. “well even though i cant fight them, we can work together and i can have a little chitchat with that brain of yours.” you scoffed, little giggles escaping your lips.

“youre gonna have a chitchat with them babe?”

“hell yes! scoot over, let me sit in front of you.” he shifted himself on the bed, caleb held your hands. he was so delicate and soft, it made you feel even more safe and protected knowing he was there, he was here. “okay my love…now listen here mean brain torturing my sweet angels thoughts…” caleb got himself into it. he was talking to your forehead as if it was a human being getting a lecture from their parent. after a while of him using his best effort to wash away your thoughts he rested his head on yours. you could feel his pain, it hurt him…the way you were feeling, its something he always tried to help you block out, but he could only do so much on his end.

it never lasted though, they would creep back into your mind, making you spiral and overthink. he knew that the overwhelming thoughts would eventually lead to you questioning his motives and how he truly felt about you. even though he expressed it every day, at any moment that he could see you, that ‘i love you’ meant more than words could even explain. although it was sweet hearing it, after looking out for yourself for so long and finally having him here wth you, you still believed that it was going to be short-lived, like all of this would be taken away within seconds. caleb kissed your forehead, as tears kept spilling from your eyes, you couldnt hold it in any longer…”caleb i love you so fucking much but i feel-“ he cut you off, interrupting. “listen here angel, no matter what demented thought that comes up about me, having you question my love for you…know that its bullshit.” he stated it so bluntly. “and i dont mean that in a derogatory way either, what i mean is that im right here, im right fucking here baby, and knowing that even though im sitting in front of you, those thoughts still continuously throwing you down this hole making you doubt yourself. im still going to be right here.” he went on… ”we dont have to do anything tonight okay? just lay here with me, let yourself be here with me..okay?” you cupped his face while your other hand was still holding onto caleb’s. “okay baby…okay..” caleb couldn’t help himself, leaning in to shower your face with light kisses, it brought a light smile to your cute face.

as you felt his soft lips on your cheeks, temple, nose, and chin..he stopped for a brief moment in front of you. his eyes boring into yours, he leaned in, pressing a gentle sweet kiss on your lips. caleb didnt want to let go of you, not now and not ever, you were his and his only.. ”fuck baby, i love you i love you i love you, please, dont shut me out, i will always be here and i mean that, for eternity, until we both grow old and wrinkle, watching our grandchildren. i. fucking. love. you.” your heart was swelling with emotion, you were almost sure it was about to pop out like a chestburster.

“caleb…fuck, i know you dont want to feel like youre taking advantage of me in this vulnerable state but..” under your breath whispering “but i want you baby, i want you so bad…please..” you were basically begging him. but that begging, coming from that pretty little mouth of yours, it made him grunt under his breath, but it was barely audible. you saw this as a need more than a want.

“yo- you want me?” it surprised you that he struggled to get what he wanted to say out “in what way pipsqueak? enlighten me..” ‘did he want me to vocalize it and tell him my desires?’ that made your body tense up, overthinking what he wanted from you. as you were lost in your own world, you didnt even notice him lean down, whispering in your ear “remember how you woke me up?” realization set in, you did come into his room to lay down with him, but instead your horny ass ended up humping his ass. recalling the wet stain you had left on his shorts.. “you- you want me to hump you?” now you were all flustered, your face felt all flushed out. “theres no need to be embarrassed my love, i actually liked it, feeling your sexy ass grinding on me…leaving your lil mark on my shorts..hmm” he was making you blush hard, biting your lip unconsciously. caleb laid back on the headboard, sitting up so he could see you. he needed to see your face, how your body moves atop him, seeing your hips roll and thighs clenching around him.

“go ahead love, come over here and stop bein shy.” caleb reached out to grab your arm softly, pulling you closer to him so you could get on top and straddle him. “like this baby?” he felt your weight on him, enjoying the feeling of your thighs wrapped around his, feeling the heat of your pussy made his dick rise. little did you know, he wasnt wearing any underwear underneath his shorts either. “fuck caleb, i can already feel you poking me, are you sure?”

“mhmm, fuck yes princess..go ahead..show me, and dont fucking hold back. i want to feel you. i want to see you unravel and get messy for me, mmkay?” he came closer, landing a soft kiss on your lips, moving his hand to your hip encouraging you to grind into him.

you began to work your hips, starting off slowly..to keep you present and in the moment he kept kissing you, and only held his hands on your ass, squeezing them, gripping your bottom. “aah, fuck caleb, like that yeah?” as you both released each other for a moment he said “mhm, mhmm just like that baby…”he kept groaning into your mouth”just like fucking that.” you could feel your pussy starting to leak, your own arousal pooling, making you feel gushy as you kept humping his hard dick. it was like this man couldnt stop growing, the more you kept grinding on him, his dick was getting harder and thicker, that hard feeling pressing into you made your hips twitch, he was hitting your clit through your shorts. “that feeling” you whined, “oh fuck that feeling!”

“what feeling baby?” he pretended as if he didnt know what he was doing to you, a smug smirk plastered on his beautiful face. “dont play like that caleb, you know exactly what the hell im talking about.” you kept panting, your bodies heating up becoming slick with sweat. he could see the tiny droplets on your forehead and licked your face, this fucking guy! “caleb ew! why would you do that”

he looked at you amused, you dont like that bbay?” he chuckled, “every part of you tastes sweet baby, even your sweat.” gosh, you didnt realize how obsessed he was with you. “well thats good to know i guess hehe..” he pulled you down on him harder, holding your hips firmly, you knew there were gonna be some slight bruising once he was done with you, even though his grip hurt a little, it added even more pleasure to the experience. that grip he had on you was telling you how much hes been holding back, how much hes been feigning for you. “ohhh fuck baby! you feel so fucking good, let me see more of you..please? i wanna look at your breasts baby.” he lifted your tee, revealing your swollen breasts. your nipples poking out, caleb groaned at the sight of you, instantly grabbing your titties. he was taking it all in, the way your hips were rolling and grinding into him, both of you were mutually soaked, you could feel the wet pre-cum leaking through his shorts and he could feel you, your shorts were ruined, it was an obvious fact, but you craved more. “bubba..i wanna, i want us to watch each other cum.” you were insinuating having a session of mutual masturbation, you wanted to watch him cum on himself as he watches you play with your pussy until you’re dripping wet. “you sure angel?” that idea had him going insane on the inside but he had to keep himself cool in front of you so he didn’t come off as some impatient hornball.

“fuck yes im sure!” as soon as you said that he helped you take off your tee and shorts, revealing your beautiful body…then you did the same with him. “youre so gorgeous baby, oh my god let me hold you like this..just for a moment.” you agreed and you both hurriedly embraced one another, feeling each others sweaty bodies, the scent of each others arousal lingering in the air, making it even more intoxicating and intense.

“okay, get in front of me bub.” caleb held you in position with his evol so you didnt feel any back pain while you were sitting up. it was uncomfortable at first but then your body eased into it, letting go of that tense feeling. you spread your legs revealing your soppy wet pussy, the way he fucking hissed at the sight of you opening up for him made your tummy flutter and tighten up. caleb was already stroking his dick, fuck he looked so sexy to you. both of you were slow and deliberate with it, not wanting to rush anything at all, just dragging it out. as he was stroking his cock, you let your hand drift to your entrance, playing with your wetness, you felt yourself and it was surprising how wet you were because of him.

“caleb look” you held up your fingers, spreading and parting them showing him how sticky and wet you were. “can i have a taste baby?” he gave you no time to answer and pulled you even closer with his evol, bringing your arm up so your hand was positioned right in front of his mouth, caleb leaned in and sucked your fingers clean, moaning at the taste of you, grunting because he wanted to be inside of you, pounding your pussy as he heard your naughty noises coming from down there. he never expressed it too much but he loved the sound of you, every fucking part of you, even the most nastiest of noises coming from your pussy as he slams his dick into your wet heat. he released the hold of your arm and lt you touch yourself again. you were slowly circling your clit, that gentle rub, nothing too intense or hard. as you were going at your own pace lost in thought, caleb saw how your eyes were shut and your legs were beginning to close slightly. you were daydreaming in your own land. “eyes over here pipsqueak!”

“hmm?!” he pulled you out of your thoughts, looking a bit jealous bc whatever you were thinking about had your pussy fucking creaming and leaking, creating a wet spot on the sheets beneath you. looking at you with a firm smile “i said…eyes. over. here…don’t make me say it again..” his tone was low, menacing even, why the hell is he acting all weird..?

you caught his gaze, trying your best to keep those beautiful eyes of yours open…”is this better colonel?” you tested him, he liked the idea of being ahead and in an authoritative position but right now, he was just caleb to you nothing else but only your caleb, and he wanted to remind you of that. “much better pipsqueak…god you’re fucking adorable..look at how drenched you are” he didn’t have to tell you, your fingers were insanely wet. you then decided to slide down further and slip a two fingers in, slowly pumping your fingers in and out of your cunt. seeing the way your whole body was squirming set him off, you could see dribbles of cum leaking from his tip but he didn���t fully orgasm yet. he wanted to know something “so what were you thinking about?” you gave him a cheeky smile, he knew you were about to spill, but then you hesitated a moment before you opened your mouth again “you really wanna know? nosy..”

“yes i wanna know, you’re fucking soaked angel, so what was it..let me into your mind.” caleb was eager to hear you say it aloud…the way his eyes never left yours, fuck..he always had to make it so hard and especially in a moment like this. where you’re both vulnerable and naked, alone in the dimly lit room, he was driving you crazy. “i was thinking about you…you taking me…but in my ass..” fuck that was unexpected…you swear you saw his dick twitch as he heard that “ohhh so you’re into anal huh? no need to be shy with me babygirl..keep that thought in your head, i want you to let your mind wander and create that image of us together. me slowly sliding in and out of that tight hole…your pussy clenching around nothing, just dripping onto the bed…keep that that thought in your head princess.” as he let you close your eyes and drift off into your daydream…caleb pumped his dick harder, squeezing his shaft, imagining exactly what you told him. all you could hear were the filthy sounds of your pussy and his dick squelching as you both let yourselves fall into this deep abyss of lusting after one another. you were tensing up, the way your mind was so imaginative, seeing the entire scene in the darkness, those images forming together in your mind, you didn’t even hear him panting “fuck fuck fuck angel…i’m- i’m about to fucking cum! i’m gonna cum for you my love…all for you…” it was blocked out…grinding your hips into your own touch, the feel of your slick cunt making you more insatiable, chasing that beautiful release…

“CALEBBB…please…bubba pleaseee…” but what were you saying please to? you’re whining and sobbing but he isn’t even inside you. but the thought of him fucking you in the ass is too real, seeing him lube you up..taking his time with you. seeing him delicately kiss your shoulders from the back, trailing his hand down the curve of your chest, squeezing and pinching your nipples “mmm…FUCK! i can’t baby, i cant-“ you heard his sweet voice “yes you can angel.” you opened your eyes to see him right next to you, he let you go, letting you fall into his arms as his evol vanished…your body felt lighter. caleb was holding you tightly as you kept circling your clit, picking up so much speed. “let me do it baby, i’ll finger you and you can keep playing with that pretty pussy…mkay.” you looked up at him innocently biting your lip nodding “yes sir..”

he admired your submissiveness and praised you “ugh you’re such a good girl for me huh? my good little princess??” he gently slapped your face with his other hand, then grabbed you, leaning in closer to plant a wet kiss on your lips. he lowered his voice some “you wanna cum on my fingers while you make out with me angel?” you couldn’t help yourself, feral like some horny dog, grinding on his fingers as you kept rubbing your clit “yes! oh my god yes please…please baby…don’t stop…” he chuckled lightly at your response, pressing his lips on yours again but longer this time. the both of you were in such an intense trance. you couldn’t hold it in any longer, the mix of him finger fucking you, your fingers circling your clit and the way he held you as you both were sloppily making out. it all made you squirm, that tight feeling was there again, “cal- cale- caleb im gonna cum! you’re gonna make me fucking cum…please…plea..!” as he whispered against your lips, still fingering you with that slow deliberate pace “then cum baby, i want to feel your pussy clench around me..go on baby..cum.”

”oohh fuck! fuck! CALEB IM-!!” as your orgasm crashed through you, his dick was already hardening up again… “atta fucking girll!” he felt it, the way your whole body jolted, how you were shivering against him…he fucking loved every damn second of it, but to drag it out even more as you took your fingers off your clit because of the sensitivity. caleb kept fucking you with his fingers…adding a third to stretch you out more…watching you cream all over them…

“caleb! it’s tooo…it’s too much!” you begged him to give up and let you go but he kept overstimulating you, your bodies reaction to him was lighting a fire under his ass. he couldn’t get enough of seeing you like this. in such a mocking tone “it’s too muchh?? but you were just begging me for more pipsqueak..i know you have a few more in there for me huh?” all you could do was let your body succumb and surrender to him, that’s all he wanted, to see you let it go. “i know you can do it my love…” he impatiently kissed you…watching you whimper and squirm was such a beautiful treat.

it went on until it was light outside…the sun peeking in through the sheer curtains..showing off that golden glow to your skin, showcasing how much of a mess you both made. caleb spent some time admiring how your folds looked, all puffy and wet. the scent of you filled the room, he didn’t want to creep you out, but he kept inhaling your pussy like an addict “you’re so mesmerizing princess, i could watch you like this all day and never get bored of it.”

he cleaned you up afterwards, drawing you a warm bath, he didn’t want you lifting a finger after how many times he made you fucking cum back to back. you were really sensitive but it felt nice soaking in the water with him…being able to cuddle with him and get all wrinkly together..

“please never have to feel like you can’t confide in me my love..please…don’t ever forget that angel..” he was sitting behind you, petting your soaked hair “i love you pipsqueak…i want you to seriously understand that from the deepest depths of my heart, i mean it with every fiber of my entire fucking being, i don’t care how cliche it sounds…i fucking love you..” you both spent the rest of the morning snuggling together, hearing the his heart beat, it brought a sense of peace to your mind…feeling clearer and lifted…caleb felt like home, your safe haven.

𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐥..𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 ��𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐞…𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠��𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐥

[captainkirkk]

✩ MONTHLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

The fics I’ve read and enjoyed for the month of February. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

DC (Batman)

Light A Match, Pull The Pin (You Are Not Who You've Been) by WakingNightmares

Part 2 of I've Given Every Piece Of Me (And I'm Breathing)

“Games,” Dick says softly. “He… he likes to play games. With your… with your head. He won’t…” He shakes his head a bit, some of the distance in his eyes fading. “He won’t come at you head on. That’s not… That’s not what he does. He wants you scared, first. Helpless. Knowing there’s nothing you can do. He… He calls it… softening up the target. So when he… when he actually shows up… they’re so afraid they… they panic.”

“And if he does…” Jason swallows. “If he does, you… there’s no way out. He won’t… If you fail, he doesn’t care. What you do. It doesn’t matter. He won’t stop no matter how much you…” Jason blinks a few times, and Roy’s fairly positive he’s trying to blink back memories. “He’s going to do what he’s going to do. You can’t stop him. He doesn’t care.”

Roy takes a deep breath. Let’s it out slowly, so it’s only an exhale, and not a sigh, because Jason looks haunted, and Dick looks blank.

Set immediately after Screaming In The Dark.

Captive Prince

Blood, Bones, Voice, Ghost by sunsmasher

Damen’s grip on his arm is painful. His face in Laurent’s is ashy and sheened with sweat.

He says, “There was something in my drink.”

(Damen is poisoned, Jokaste is framed, Laurent must find them an heir. He's put it off for so long already.)

Miraculous Ladybug

the art of living lies and a fine mingling of letting go by blueh

“Ms. Bustier,” Marinette says a little desperately. “I have been fighting akumas nonstop for the past twenty four hours, I’m running on seven expresso shots right now and I can barely read the words on the board. Can we please reschedule the test?”

Adrien doesn’t look up from where his head is buried in his arms but he waves a hand and says, “Agreed.”

Or: the world knows their identities, but life goes on.

Sewing Needles and Cat Paws by SailorChibi

Later, they agree that Hawkmoth did it on purpose.

But in the moment, Chat Noir can’t think that far. His head is pounding, possibly from a concussion, and he has just enough time to look into Ladybug’s scared blue eyes before the flash of light overtakes them both. Then, suddenly, he’s looking at Marinette Dupain-Cheng and the journalists around them are screaming. Their names, including Adrien’s real one, are so loud that it’s disorienting.

The Growing Pains Of Child Soldiers by BloodWolf13 (+ podfic)

What do the citizens of Paris do, when they realize that their heroes are literally growing up before their eyes? They freak the fuck out.

Or everybody realizes that the heroes of Paris are young teenagers and are a little (extremely) worried about children fighting a terrorist.

Yesterday was plain awful by zipadeea

"WHERE IS LADYBUG? The headlines scream Sunday morning, and Caline Bustier feels her stomach just drop."

After a terrifying akuma attack, Paris and its heroes are left reeling. All most people want is to know what has happened to their beloved Ladybug and Chat Noir.

Marinette and Adrien just want to be okay.

Alternatively: Plagg has a whole lot of feelings, Marinette lies and says she's fine every other paragraph, and Adrien cries more in two days than he has in two years.

Miraculous Ladybug x DC

Bad news, Paris by BlueTee

Part 1 of Paris vs Gotham

Tim: @notTHATtim Are you parisians all right??? #onlyinParis Nathaniel Kurtzberg: @nathanielkart Replying to @notTHATtim hahaha no.

In which Nathaniel only wanted to pass some information but shenanigans issues and he ends up starting a twitter war.

Severance

Lay Me Back Down by EightMinutesToSunrise

Mark S. escapes Lumon and finds himself alone in an unfamiliar house. Or, not quite alone--his outie's with him.

Click. Click. by EightMinutesToSunrise

A few days after the destruction of Lumon and the innies' escape, Mark S. requests that his outie take their consciousness, and not swap back for anything. Not even (especially not) for their rebellion's firecracker leader, Helly Riggs.

From Lightswitch AU--a separate but related continuation of my fic "Lay Me Back Down."

As the Elevator Dings by Sdove

Breaking company rules is a form of self care. OR a story about the revolutionary act that is choosing to love yourself. OR the aftermath of the party and Mark S.'s role in it-- part character study, part plot, all angst, baby!

A Light In The Storm by Alooxis

Ever since the court order requiring that Lumon employees be provided with co-neural switches - a modified version of the overtime contingency device - Mark's world had become so much larger than he’d ever imagined.

Unfortunately, with a world of new experiences comes a world of new fears.

I.e.: Mark S. experiences his first thunderstorm. It does not go well. Thankfully, Devon is there to help.

[jeminie-rising]

onigiris for valentine's

[ Inumaki Toge x Reader ]

link to AO3: [ onigiris for valentine's by JEMINIE ]

summary: "Perhaps he didn’t get a bag with a purple ribbon, but he looked at his own colour on the ribbon that was tied on your hair."

Or, it's valentine's day and you give everyone a bag of cookies with ribbons of their favourite colours apart from Inumaki. He then realises that his ribbon was actually in your hair all along.

warnings: Inumaki Toge uses sign language, Soft Inumaki, Inumaki says more than just rice balls ingredients, fluff, toge and reader being complete idiots in love, no smut!, they're both so in love, Not actually unrequited love (they just shy), Yuuta is so supportive, love confessions (finally), slow burn

characters: inumaki toge, The Inumaki Clan, Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji, Kugisaki Nobara, Zen'in Maki, Panda, Yuta Okkotsu

word count: 6,623

authors note: hi, i know i know. It's the end of February and why am i posting a Valentine's themed one shot?

WELL BETTER LATE THAN NEVER!

sorry, i wasn't in the mood to write about love during the month of my ex's birthday lmao. so not only was i late, but this one shot might not be as good as i would have hoped. I shall come back in the future to fix it, hopefully

In the meantime though, ENJOY xx

and reminder:

sign language in this fanfic, like in all the others, is based on japanese sign language, not ASL.

this is part 3 of the Holidays with Toge series but can 100% be read on its own

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Don’t wait for someday. She’s thinking the same thing as you. - kids that fly

It has been weeks since New Year’s Eve. January seemed to pass in the blink of an eye and even worse, it seems like nothing really has changed. Not the classes they took, not the amount of times Itadori begged for you to help him out with English, not the missions you took up with your classmates, and not the way Inumaki treated you.

You started to believe everything that has happened was a figment of your imagination. His little trick and tease during the countdown to the very last second of last year, was nothing more than his way to pull a joke out of you. It’s not that it was something out of the ordinary. He liked to pull pranks on people with Panda all the time. Something Maki had to deal with every day, being the only other classmate they had that was present. Unfortunately for her, the mysterious fourth second year was always absent, making her the only and biggest target of Inumaki and Panda’s annoying plans.

But exactly because of it, they moved on from Maki and started widening their target to the first years. They started with Itadori, quite the gullible one and easier to get forgiveness from. A safe bet, you’d say. They managed to make him believe he was invisible for an entire afternoon. Even miraculously got help from Megumi, who did not want to get involved. But because it came natural for him to ignore Itadori, he indirectly added to the two’s bit.

They managed to pull one on you too. But in comparison, your prank seemed quite mellower. One day, mid-january, you came back to your room after class only to see it filled up with Christmas decorations when you were sure you put them down just the previous week. Even then, you were certain that you never really owned Santa curtains and elves bedsheets. It took you a whole two days to bring down everything.

Up to this day, you weren’t sure how it was that they entered your room. 

“I can hear you both snickering there,” Maki warned the two solidified prankers of the school, “if this is one other prank you’re planning you will–”

“It’s not!” Panda was quick to defend himself, “Toge was just making a joke.”

“If you two have so much time to joke around then might as well use that to train the first years.”

You and Nobara couldn’t help but smile at that idea. Training with a second year other than Maki? Definitely! 

Maki was a force of nature. She may not have any cursed energy but she made up for it with raw skills and talent. Nobara swore she would take ten Pandas over one Maki any day. And that she did. Maki wasn’t even done sparring with her before she ran towards Panda to start their training. You only looked at her, a little bit of betrayal in your face for leaving you behind.

Maki looked at you expectantly, now that Nobara was gone, you were next.

“I, actually–”

“Hey, guys!”

Everyone turned around but only the second years reacted to the newcomer. 

“Who is that?” Itadori asked, almost appalled, as soon as he saw Maki actually smile.

Megumi, who was the only one from the first years who has been in the school long enough to know, smiled proudly as he answered Itadori, “That’s Yuuta Okkotsu, the last of the second years of the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Te–”

“Yeah, yeah,” Nobara interrupted him. “That’s the last of our upperclassmen then?”

“I guess...?”

With a groan Nobara let down her shoulders, “ugh, so there’s really no handsome guy in this entire school uh?”

“Hey!” Itadori pouted, but Nobara was already waving her hand, shooing him away.

“I think he’s kinda cute,” you admitted.

“Yeah, in a sick Victorian kid way,” Nobara was looking at Okkotsu from the midfield with the rest of her classmates. He was quite far from them, but she could already observe him without problems from where she stood. “He looks like he’s ready to go at any time, are we really sure he’s a special grade?” 

Megumi scoffed at her question. There was little to underestimate about Yuuta Okkotsu, and his grade was not one of them.

“Hey guys come here!” Panda waved for the first years, “let me introduce you to Yuuta Okkotsu, our classmate and friend.”

Everyone gave a small nod, all with their own reasons as to not make the first step, but overall, the cursed energy he emanated from that distance was enough to keep them away.

“Don’t worry, he’s not gonna bite,” Panda reassured them.

“Not him anyways,” Maki added, making Inumaki chuckle.

“Hello, I’m Yuji Itadori!” The pink haired boy was the first to introduce himself, you couldn’t help but wonder if he trusted Panda enough to do it or he really was just that kind of guy to not care about his own safety. The times you went on missions with him made you think it was the latter.

“Nobara Kugisaki,” she simply said, studying him with her gaze. She only let a beat pass before she added, “You’re really a special grade sorcerer?”

Yuuta could only smile at her, and with the most casual tone he answered her, “uh, yeah, I am.”

“He doesn’t look like one, does he?” Maki snickered, knowing exactly what hid behind the false appearances.

“I guess…” Nobara continued, still quite skeptical. Her reply mostly being for his appearances. “Well, my friend here thinks differently.”

Your eyes widened, “I didn’t say anything!”

“You said he was kinda cute!” Nobara reminded you. Your eyes were almost falling out of your eye sockets.

You were not the only one. Everyone present was quite taken aback by that comment. Not really expecting that at the moment. Yuuta couldn’t help but glance towards Inumaki, the boy’s face was half hidden, but he knew his friend enough to notice that little frown between his brows forming.

“And I guess you must be [name], right?” Yuuta tried his best to break the ice that was formed. You frowned at him, confused as to how he could possibly know your name. Catching on your reaction he continued, “Sorry if that sounded weird. I was away for missions, but my friends kept me updated about everything and everyone… Inumaki especially talked to me, so of course I’d know of you.” 

“Oh, well, yeah that’s me,” you chuckled, then turned towards Inumaki, his gaze was avoiding yours. He spoke about you? You quickly shook the newly forming delusions away. He must speak of every single one of you.

That’s just the kind of person Inumaki Toge was in your eyes. Sweet, kind, considerate, and so loving and caring about other people. To the point where he would limit his entire life to a few ingredients just to make it a little bit safer for everyone around him.

“Why are you here anyways, Yuuta?”

“Well, I wasn’t around for Christmas and New Years, at least on Valentine's Day I could spend it with my other single friends!” Yuuta cheered.

“Single?” Panda asked skeptically before whispering, “Is that safe to say for you?”

Yuuta could only chuckle, but you, Nobara, and Itadori were left confused. Itadori was the only one mouthful enough to bother to ask, “does Okkotsu-senpai have a girlfriend?” Others hesitated to answer, and when they did Itadori was quick to add thinking he got it wrong, “or boyfriend? …Partner, perhaps? …lover?”

“Yuuutaaa,” a screeching voice came out of nowhere bringing the three first years ready for combat, sensing the cursed energy around them becoming heavier out of nowhere.

“Calm down,” Maki warned, and you weren’t sure if she was referring to you first years who were instinctively in fighting positions, or Yuuta and whatever entity that was slowly appearing from behind him.

Everything within you, every training combat and exercise was pushing you over the edge to attack, but you hesitated. You pulled yourself and your instincts back, knowing well that if it was an enemy, your second years would be the first to react. With a deep breath, you calmed yourself down.

“Rika, it’s okay,” Yuuta was… reassuring the creature?

You frowned. Unsure how to react and even less sure what to think. Was that what made him a special grade? Was that even a cursed technique?

“Yuutaaa, why are they flirting with youuu?” 

The voice seemed to reverb until your bones, chilling your spine. But the tone seemed like that of a child throwing a tantrum, something about it seemed odd. It wasn’t until Panda started explaining the situation that Nobara placed her hammer back in her belt and Itadori let go of his tight fists.

“Sorry for having spooked you,” Yuuta apologised quickly after the explanation.

“It’s alright!” Itadori was the first to smile at him, “I understand your predicament.”

“Predicament uh, big words from you,” Megumi scoffed. “Trying to impress or something?” 

“Shut up,” Itadori gritted his teeth.

The second years all laughed, and Yuuta went back to the topic he was hoping to have since he came, “anyways, I was hoping we could all do something for the fourteenth? It’s a Friday so we all could go do something after classes…”

“I think that’s a fun idea!” Itadori cheered at the thought of being able to go out with his friends, “Maybe we can watch a movie?”

“I would love that!” Yuuta smiled fondly at the pink haired boy, “It’s been ages since I’ve been to the movies…”

“I’m going if we’re not watching one of those weird movies with long ass titles you like,” Nobara sighed.

“I heard they’re making a release of rom-com movies for the week of Valentines,” you brought up the ad you recently searched. It was in your plans to invite Inumaki for a date, but you knew that was never going to happen. This group activity could be the closest thing you could get to seeing him during Valentine’s day.

“Perfect!” Itadori looked through his phone to buy tickets for everyone before anyone could even agree on coming.

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You were a coward.

Or at least that’s what you have been thinking of. Hiding behind the opportunity of hanging out with everyone to avoid confessing your love and asking Inumaki on a date. Both Panda and Nobara have been cheering for you since the winter holidays to take a step, and you were sure that this Valentine’s was going to be your perfect opportunity. However, it all went to smoke when Yuuta came around (you pathetically excused yourself). Or maybe he gave you the opportunity to see Toge on Valentine’s day without having to confess your feelings. 

With this new motivation you thought of what you could possibly do to make the day a little bit more special for him. Maybe a Valentine’s gift was going to be enough? Or was that too forward?

You thought of giving him chocolate. But only giving him while giving others nothing felt kind of weird. So you started making everyone some cookies, something different from his but still made from the heart. But by the time you made everyone a pack of cookies, you noticed how his chocolates paled in comparison to homemade cookies. Sure you didn’t want his gift to stand out, but now it seemed like it was too little.

You racked your brain over what else you could do, but before you realised it, the first few rays of sun came through the window and you knew you had no more time to do anything else. You still had to prepare to go to class and fix the kitchen. With a calming breath, you told yourself that you’d have time during the lunch break. So without battling yourself over it for longer, you quickly cleaned the utensils and counter you used.

You almost didn’t make it to class in time, but fortunately, your training as a sorcerer was helpful to you in more ways than just fighting curses. Classes that day went smoothly. Well, not smoothly, more like they were just background noise for all the thoughts you were getting for later than day.  

“Hey let’s have lunch at th–”

“Sorry but I have to do something right now!” You said running away already, giving them no time to say anything. 

“Where is she going?” Panda asked, confused to see you running away.

It wasn’t often that everyone would have lunch together. Usually it was first years with first years, and second years among themselves. Often everyone would have their lunch alone too as they had their own things going on. But that was one of the rare times when Okkotsu was home from his long term missions, so they all decided to take advantage of that by spending more time together.

“We don't know either…” Itadori admitted.

“Girl things?” Megumi offered it as an excuse but he honestly didn’t care much. Compared to Itadori, he trusted you to do stuff on your own without getting in too much trouble.

Inumaki stayed quiet, not even offering an ingredient as an addition to the conversation as he usually does. The only one noticing his gaze fixed on you running away towards the dorm rooms was Yuuta.

“She’s probably okay,” he reassured his friend by putting a hand on his shoulder. “She doesn’t seem the kind of person to go through troubles by herself.”

“Tuna tuna,” the boy replied, his gaze lowering to the chocolate he hid in his pocket.

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Other than your absence, the break went quickly and without a hitch. Everyone had a laugh sharing stories with each other. While for the afternoon classes, you were, once again, tardy, but nothing too outrageous to get the teachers to complain. Their annoyance seemed dissipated thanks to the sweet smell that came from the big paper bag you had with you.

Itadori couldn’t help himself, he had to ask about it. He leaned to the side and whispered closer to you, “What do you have there?”

“It’s just a little gift,” you giggled to yourself.

“It’s for Inumaki-senpai, isn’t it?” Nobara leaned in to join the conversation.

“Aww dang,” Itadori pouted back into his seat, his groan a little too loud catching a stern look from their teacher. He lowered his voice again, hoping it would be low enough to not be reprimanded despite knowing he could be heard anyways, “I wanted something too…”

“Just wait for later!” You tried to keep your voice low.

Patience wasn’t one of Itadori’s virtues. He kept poking at you during class, after class, on the way to the cinema, and when they were in line to claim their tickets. The others weren’t phased by anything at this point, especially when it came to Itadori, but Yuuta was new to the bunch.

“You guys seem like a good pair,” he said, smiling at you and Itadori. There was only a beat, before he realised his choice of word and had to add, “I meant that as a like platonic pair –like good friends–”

“Yeah,” Itadori laughed, “I imagined.”

“But what are you guys doing?” He asked, “Is this a normal occurrence?”

“More than you’d think,” Maki sighed. 

“It would stop if you could finally spill the beans,” Nobara poked at you. “What are you hiding?”

You looked at the remaining line for the movies. There was still quite a line, pairs of people for the most part, and those that weren’t were a group of girls celebrating in pink –galentines, you thought. There would be enough time before your group’s turn so you decided to take the opportunity at your grasp.

Putting down the paper bag, you started grabbing the elaborated pink bags tied each with a different coloured ribbon. Analysing the colours of the ribbons, you started to distribute them to all the different members of the group.

The green one to Maki. You assumed she’d prefer a darker chocolate flavour, given how much she enjoyed coffee in the early mornings. Similarly to Megumi’s, which was tied with a teal ribbon, who received coffee flavoured cookies from you.

In your hand you still had a red ribbon confection and there was no question to who it would go to. Even Nobara was eagerly looking at the bag with her favourite colour. The girl grabbed it from your hand before you could even offer it to her. Soft and chunky cookies inside, just like she likes them. Similar to hers, but bigger in size, was Panda’s. His bag was also the biggest one among the ones she held. A black ribbon wrapped around it tightly. 

After giving Panda his bag, there were only two more remaining. Yuji awaited his turn impatiently, his feet marching in place as a way to stimulate his eagerness. You almost wanted to keep his bag to tease him, but his face made you guilty enough to give his next. A bag adorned with a pink ribbon, and different flavoured cookies inside to reflect his chaotic nature. 

“Yaaay! Nothing beats homemade cookies!” He celebrated them above everyone’s head the moment he had them in hand.

Everyone chuckled at the boy, his enthusiasm contagious to everyone. But it wasn’t enough to keep Toge distracted for long. He looked at the last bag you held in hand, and could smell the sweet sweet cookies that fought their way out of the white ribbon.

“And this one…” you held the bag in front of you, “is for you!”

It wasn’t only Inumaki who was speechless, but among everyone was Yuuta, who hesitantly reached out for the bag you were handing him, “Me…? I–I wasn’t expecting anything… we–”

“Of course you get some too!” You laughed as if it was an obvious thing.

“Uh… how about Inumaki-senpai?” Itadori pointed out what everyone was thinking.

At his question, a dust of pink blush, similar to his ribbon, tainted your cheeks. You were trying to avoid doing this in front of everyone, but with everyone’s eyes on you, you had no choice. You opened up your purse, instead of the paper bag, hesitantly, hoping for an escape. And there it was, like the Gods answered your prayer.

“Next!” The lady called out for them.

This was enough to grab everyone’s attention to the cashier lady. In between busy choosing the movies and which seats to take, you took this opportunity to grab the purple tupperware from your purse and push it against Inumaki’s side.

“For you,” you whispered. “Happy valentines, Inumaki-senpai.”

You didn’t even let him say anything before you rushed your way after the other first years, who were arguing if it was better to have all seats in one row or take two rows of equal numbers.

“She gave you… tupperware?” Panda peaked over Inumaki’s shoulder, “Are the cookies inside?”

Inumaki could only shrug his shoulders. Some part of him wanted to have a cute bag with a ribbon too, but he shoved that feeling aside. He was about to eat cookies you prepared for him, who cared what they came into?

He carefully opened the tub but instead of the sweet smell of cookies he smelt the familiar scent of… onigiri?

The two looked at the tupperware container holding two rows of onigiris carefully placed over purple sheer paper. There was a moment of silence between them as they stared at the rice balls, before Panda started laughing dropping on the floor, catching the attention of people around them.

The silver haired boy could only frown and send a kick to his friend, “Bonito flakes!”

But the panda only laughed more at the unintended pun, “t-that’s right! There are bonito flakes –This may be the best prank ever!”

Toge looked back at the tupperware to notice one of the onigiris to have bonito flakes on top of it. That wasn’t common to have from store-bought onigiris –these were home-made, he concluded. With one look he searched for you among the first years, unsure truly how to react or feel about the gift he received. Although, once found the little bow on your head amongst the others, his doubts were somehow cleared. 

How could he not have noticed before? 

“What’s your favourite colour, senpai?” You once asked him once when the flowers were blooming and offered a various range of colours for him to pick on without having to speak out loud.

Inumaki looked pensive for a bit. Then pointed at a violet that was by her hand, “tuna mayo.”

You followed his finger with your gaze. For a second you thought he referred to your new set of nails, but then noticed the violet in between your pinky and ring finger. 

“Violet?” You asked to clarify.

He gave a single nod, “Salmon.”

“It’s a pretty colour!” You affirmed, “they’re similar to your eyes…”

Inumaki was once again grateful for the collar that hid his face and his red. Hoping to change the attention from himself to you, he pointed his finger back at you, “mustard?”

“Me?” You asked before thinking about it. You aren’t sure why you had to think about it. You knew what your favourite colour was. It has always been white. The infinite possibilities white could hold is far too alluring for you to not have it as your favourite colour. But after seeing the purple in Inumaki’s eyes, you hesitated for a bit. What were possibilities compared to the certainty that you found in him? “W-white,” you finally admitted after a moment too long.

Inumaki looked up at the sky, his gaze pensive and they looked farther away than where you ever could, but then he pointed at the clouds. You could only nod, smiling at him. 

“Yes, like the clouds.”

He then looked down at the ground. Picking a single daisy, he offered it to you. 

“Yes, like daisies.” You reached out for it and twirled it between your two fingers, “and mongolias… and jasmines –my favourite!”

Inumaki looked at you, his head tilted, “Mustard?”

“Yeah, I love Jasmines, they smell like comfort!”

Inumaki seemed to think about something for a bit, then brought his hand to his hair, he grabbed a few strands from his bangs and looked at it making cross eyes you giggled at. Then he looked through his bangs and directly at you, “Mustard?”

You frowned slightly unsure if you understood him correctly. This seemed to not translate to you in his ingredients, so he shifted his body towards you and clearly showed his hands. Back then, he was already studying sign language from the book you have gifted him on his birthday. He was still quite choppy on his sign language but he was getting the hang on it quicker than you did.

You knew his intentions and with a focused eye, you followed his hands as he unzipped his collar down. A sign of vulnerability from him, you learned. You tried to not get entranced by the snake fangs by each side of his mouth and forced your eyes to follow his hands instead. With all his fingers together he twisted the tips of them against each other. Colour.

“Colour?” You repeated his sign out loud and he gave you a nod.

He then pointed his pointer to his teeth showing his own fangs. The small smile he formed as he signed and flicked his finger, made you almost forget what he was trying to say. You shook your head trying to regain focus, but poor Toge assumed you didn’t know that particular sign and looked up instead to point at a new cloud. Then back to your daisy that still rested between your fingers. 

You nodded and repeated the sign for the colour white by grinning your teeth out and flick your pointer finger against it. “White,” you spoke out before bringing your two fingers at each side of your cheek as you dropped your hand down, your two fingers met at the tip of your chin. “I like the colour white.” Before a pause you added without sign language, “My favourite.”

He couldn’t avoid a smile at your words. He pointed at you before repeating your own sign. You. Bringing his fingers to his chins, highlighting his snake eyes, and dropping his hand to meet his two fingers to the tip of his chin. Like. Then he pointed at his forehead.

“Y-You…” You gaped before finally realising, “...r hair.”

He nodded and you could not keep in a smile, “yes, I do like your hair colour.”

White was your favourite colour. That was not something Toge would forget anytime soon. That was the colour of his hair, the colour of the flowers you smelt like, the colour of endless possibility. Ever since that afternoon at the field of flowers with you, he has seen the colour in a different way. 

He looked at your ribbon again, the one that held your hair together, but it wasn’t white like it usually would be to match your uniform, it was purple instead. His favourite colour. The same colour as the paper that held all his onigiri safe. Perhaps he didn’t get a bag with a purple ribbon, but he looked at his own colour on the ribbon that was tied on your hair.

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The movie was a hit. Everyone fell in love with the characters as much as they fell in love with each other. Itadori in particular was ecstatic over the ending.

“I can’t believe she wasn’t dead after all!” He jumped as everyone followed on the way back home, “I still don’t understand how it happened…”

“Of course you don’t, simpleton,” Megumi commented a few steps behind.

“It wasn’t said in the movie!” Itadori fought him.

“There are implications!” Megumi scoffed.

As the two argued between themselves you couldn’t help but laugh. It was nice to have a moment with them like that. With studying and missions, it was hard to find a time where everyone could act like normal kids –as normal as a sorcerer could get anyways. Having a literal panda walk with you guys didn’t really keep the attention away from the group. You could only guess the things going on inside people’s heads. But you assumed, just like you did when you met him for the first time, that people thought he was just one of those people who liked to get into anthropomorphic animal costumes. 

You looked behind you to check on the said friend, beside him, of course, there was Inumaki who already had his eyes on you. You knew it was too late, but you still looked away and hoped he didn’t pay mind to you. After giving him his valentine's gift, you weren’t sure how he would react, but he hasn’t said anything and that made you more anxious.

“You should make a move,” Yuuta approached him after witnessing the very short interaction.

“Tuna?”

“You never know when it’s too late,” the boy shrugged. “Sorcerers like us don’t have the privilege of time.”

Toge couldn’t look away from his friend. He was right, with all the missions you both had to go through, even more now after Sukuna’s return, there were no promises of a tomorrow. He only had today and his feelings. And with nothing more than that, the boy gave his friend a thankful wave as he caught up to you, who walked ahead of them.

You, in turn, hoped for any kind of reaction for your gift, a comment, a sign. You weren’t really expecting a grand thank you, but nothing seemed a bit too much. Sure you walked away the moment you passed the gift, but part of you was hoping for even a nod from the distance. 

You felt a tap on your shoulder and you knew it was him.

“Kelp,” he greeted you with a gentle nod.

“Hey, did you enjoy the movie?” You asked, hoping that the question would lead him astray from the thought of your onigiris. But it only did so much as he nodded again.

“Tuna tuna,” he changed the subject again, pointing at your purple ribbon.

You followed his hand, something you found yourself accustomed to at that point. “Ah yes, it’s new, do you like it?”

He paused before nodding at you, “salmon.”

“Seems like you hesitated there,” you chuckled, teasing him, but it didn’t seem to budge him at all.

“Onigiri,” you heard him say, that new word made you almost snap your head towards him in surprise. You weren’t quite sure if he meant that literally or if he was using new food-related words to communicate his thoughts. With a slight frown you tried to look for the answer in his subtle expressions.

“Onigiri…?”

He nodded, grabbing the tupperware you gave him from his bag, “onigiri.”

“Oh,” you nodded, “yes, onigiri.”

He then placed the tupperware back into his bag, allowing him to use his hands for signs. You watch him as he placed his left hand flat over a pointer finger directed towards you. With one single movement, he pointed towards you. Why?“Why onigiris?” you asked clarifying, he hummed at your interpretation. “Well, I thought you’d like to have onigiris, I just assumed they were your favourites since you chose the ingredients to be your vocabulary… Did I get it wrong?” “Bonito flakes!” Your worried expression made him shake his head as quickly as he could, hoping to shoo away your doubts. “Tuna mayo.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled. The sound of your light laughter was too soft for Inumaki to hear over the chatter of the people around. Especially with Itadori having a full conversation with Nobara right in front of you. He had it in mind to curse them to shut up for a second, just to hear your giggle better. But he quickly moved that bad idea aside when you spoke again. “Each of them have different ingredients inside, I made one of each of the ones you mention the most –There are two of tuna mayo, your favourite.”

Toge could only smile fondly at your words, his chest fluttering with affection towards you, even more than before. He thought about the savoury snacks he had in his backpack, and then of all the cookies and chocolates that were being exchanged throughout the nation at that moment, and he felt like he had the best deal out of all of them. You didn’t simply give him chocolate, like he initially would have wished for, but took time to think about what he would have liked most and actually make it. He puffed his chest lightly at the new treasure he held in his bag, eager to take a taste of them as soon as he could.

“Do you like it?” You asked, looking at him, as you all walked down the street, now closer to your school, “Maybe I should have given you cookies too…”

“Bonito flakes!”

“So you’re okay with it?”

He smiled at you, and he looked around before placing a hand on your shoulder. You looked at him in slight surprise, but his gaze was directed towards Panda, “Tuna tuna.”

The friend smiled at him and gave him a single nod, as the others continued to walk away. You saw Panda pulling Itadori away by his hood. Something about wanting to watch being mumbled away. Without Itadori and the rest, there was a soft silence around you, realising how much quieter things were when it was only you and Inumaki. Nothing awkward, just peaceful. But what did warrant for such quiet and for your friends to go ahead without you both? Your delusions were already jumping everywhere, and you had to push them away before you could get ahead of yourself.

Your gaze turned back to Toge, who had his eyes already on you. “Is there something wrong?” You asked unsure. You felt like there was something to be said, but couldn’t bring yourself to take the first step to leading the conversation.

He shook his head, before zipping down his collar. You were quite sure that he was going to use Sign again, so you followed his hands closely to focus. But to your surprise, he brought his fingers to your chin and gently pulled your face up to meet his eyes. 

This simple gesture was enough to cause you to sweat cold. You fidgeted with your fingers hoping to distract yourself from his, that were still on your chin. 

“Inumaki-senpai?” You asked hoping he would finally get to the point. You weren’t sure how much longer you could handle being so close to him without breathing.

He took a step back, much to your health. But his gaze was still fixed into yours, silently guiding you to not look away. Not that you could even if you wanted to, his eyes were as hypnotising as that of a snake luring a prey.

Then he did what you didn’t expect him to, he began to open his mouth.

“I…” he attempted, “have been practicing.” 

You swore your heart stopped the moment he opened his mouth and began to beat only at each word he spoke. Unsure if you were supposed to ruin the moment, you kept quiet, not daring even to move a muscle, afraid you might miss something.

He seemed to be thinking about it for a bit, then with careful breathing, he spoke again, “I have been practicing, to not infuse my words with cursed energy.” He paused as he breathed in a big chunk of air. You wondered if it took a lot of him to do so.

“That’s amazing, senpai,” you said before you even realised you were talking. Perhaps when Inumaki could talk, it was you who was rendered speechless. You looked for words to say as he smiled at you clearly quite proud of himself. “Since when?”

He paused before answering. For the first few times he did so, you thought it was because he was thinking about what to say, but it seemed like he was actually selecting which words to use. Despite him keeping from infusing his words with cursed speech he still deliberately thought of words that were still relatively safe to speak, just in case. 

“Since New Year’s Eve,” he carefully enunciated his syllables.

You couldn't contain your own smile, “You’ve made amazing progress!” 

He smiled back at you and gave a small polite bow, “Tuna mayo.”

You giggled at his favourite onigiri ingredient. Perhaps he was still more at ease with speaking like that. And to properly show his gratitude, he was going to do it with ease.

Then he took another deep breath in and nodded to himself. You watched him patiently, hoping for more words from him. It was cold, middle of february but spring was still so far away from arriving in the hills of Tokyo. But you paid no mind, you could stay there for an entire day and a night if it meant that you could have a conversation with Toge.

“I wanted to be able to speak properly with you,” he said after having attentively selected his words. He imagined everyone would practice their speech to themselves and to a mirror before giving it, and although he did so too, it still didn’t feel enough for him. Nerves got to him quickly as he inched closer to where he was aiming. He looked at you, hoping to gain courage from it, but it only made him even more nervous. 

In the long pause, you assumed he was done, so with a small smile you tilted your head, “that’s sweet, Inumaki-senpai.”

“Wait–” he shook his head, “Ikura.”

Your eyes widened slightly, shutting up. It was faint, but you felt the tingle of a cursed energy in his ‘wait’. It didn’t hurt, you noticed, his cursed speech never did hurt you. But it was an odd sensation crawling into your skin and grabbed onto your very muscle cells, forcing you to comply by pure force. There was worry in his eyes, as he noticed it too, but you smiled at him hoping to reassure the boy. With a single nod from you, he was able to breathe again. Perhaps your actions too had the same effect on him as his cursed speech. It took so little from you for him to change emotions and follow your silent commands.

“I wanted to tell you so many things,” he continued his thoughts from earlier. For the first time ever since you’ve known him, it was him speaking and you were listening. It was a dream that you never thought would be real. It made you so grateful for your world of curses, spirits, and impossibilities.

“I like the colour white too now,” he admitted out of nowhere, remembering that one afternoon in the field of flowers. 

“And I don’t actually like fish eggs…” he said, recalling that one time you offered some to him and he could only grimace at you. You never knew why he did, but now you knew it wasn’t directed at you.

“I don’t like morning assemblies,” he admitted before carefully selecting his next few words, “that’s why I never go.” –That’s why you never see me. He wished to say, knowing from Panda how often you looked for him during the assemblies. But if he said those words he was scared you would go blind, or worse, you’d never see him specifically.

He took a deep breath and then, just as he practiced, “I wanted to thank you for Christmas,” he said remembering how it was her idea to bring everyone to visit him, “and that I am sorry for taking your last grape on New Year’s Eve.” You tried to hide your smile at the memory. At the time, you were stunned and flustered, but looking back it was quite silly. But if that memory was not going to make you blush, his next words would have been enough to do so.

“And that you looked very beautiful.”

He smiled looking at you. Perhaps because he started to get the hang of it, he wasn’t feeling as nervous as earlier. But the more he spoke and the more he looked at you, he could only find more courage to spill all his secrets. To give you everything he had. To tell you every single thought he ever had selfishly hoping you’d keep them all.

“I was going to tell you on New Year’s Eve,” he continued before chuckling to himself, “but we got interrupted.”

The memory of your silent conversation on New Year’s Eve came back at you. The way he held his fingers on each side of his cheek close to expressing how he felt. You kept your eyes fixed on him, afraid to even blink. Afraid that in that fraction of a second where you blinked, your lashes might swipe him away from you or miss his words.

You had a vague feeling of what was to come. He was so close to telling you so many times that you developed so many ‘What-If’ scenarios that all of them resembled the one where you were in at the moment. You prayed to all the Gods looking over at you two, to the saint of Valentine’s day, that nothing would interrupt you anymore.

“This might be nothing compared to your onigiri, but…” You watched him as he pulled a chocolate bar from his pocket, and with another deep breath in, a solemn look, and a fond smile, he offered both the chocolate and his feelings to you, “I like you.”

[noredemptionhere]

“you know i‘ll keep you in my locket—just come here, then we can settle down.” . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ farmer!sevika x fem!reader

this fic is only two parts—{8k words}, click here for part two.

warnings: psychological horror, unsettling themes, hallucinations (?), emotional distress, mild body horror, paranoia—this has actual terrifying themes. do not ignore the warnings.

life was so good.

morning came slow and golden, the sky a quiet canvas of pale blues and soft, melting oranges. the house was still, the warmth of sleep lingering in the corners. you stretched lazily, the scent of fresh earth and sun-dried wood seeping in through the open window. somewhere in the distance, the wind played through the cornfields, making them whisper and sway. It was peaceful. the kind of morning that made the world feel soft.

and yet, something sat heavy in your chest.

you rolled out of bed, feet padding quietly against the wooden floor as you made your way to the kitchen. the old farmhouse had its quirks—creaky floorboards, chipped counters, the lingering scent of fresh bread from the night before—but it was home. your home. yours and sevika’s.

you trailed your fingers along the worn edge of the counter, eyes flicking to the unopened letter still resting beside the fruit bowl. a thick envelope, its corners slightly curled, the words harvard university stamped across the front. you already knew what it said. you’d known for days. but telling sevika… that was something else entirely.

you exhaled slowly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. not yet.

still dressed in nothing but a white tank top and a pair of blue jeans, you pulled your hair up, letting the cool morning air slip over your skin. coffee first, then maybe you’d wake Sevika up. she had been working herself to the bone lately, her hands rough from labor, her body aching from the long hours spent tending the crops. She deserved to sleep in a little.

you were just pouring your coffee when a sound shattered the quiet.

a deep, rumbling engine.

your breath hitched.

the sound wasn’t unfamiliar—it was the kind of thing you’d hear from a passing vehicle on the main road—but this wasn’t passing. It was approaching. fast.

your eyes flicked toward the kitchen window just as a truck came barreling through the property, crashing through the fence sevika had built with her own two hands. wood splintered, the earth kicked up in thick clouds of dust, and before you even had time to think, your body was moving.

the coffee cup slipped from your fingers, shattering against the floor, but you didn’t stop.

you grabbed the baseball bat from where it rested against the back door and shoved it open, storming outside with nothing but rage burning through your chest.

you already knew who they were.

marvin and john.

businessmen. greedy, impatient bastards who only ever showed up when they wanted something. sevika had been forced to rent the cornfield from them, and every few months, they slithered onto the property, demanding their cut. you had seen them before, their fake smiles, their arrogant way of speaking, like they owned everything they touched.

but this? this was a whole new level of disrespect.

the dust settled just enough for you to make out their smug faces as they climbed out of the truck. marvin, the taller one, adjusted his coat, looking entirely too pleased with himself. john, the shorter of the two, scanned the fields like he was already counting how much profit he could steal.

neither of them had the right to be here.

“you crazy sons of bitches—” you stomped toward them, gripping the bat so tightly your knuckles ached. “who the hell do you think you are?”

marvin sighed, like you were nothing but a mild inconvenience. “you know exactly who we are, sweetheart.”

sweetheart…?

your fingers twitched.

sevika had warned them before. had made it very clear that she didn’t want them anywhere near you—had nearly broken marvin’s jaw the last time he got too close. but sevika wasn’t out here right now, and they knew it.

john took a slow step forward, hands in his pockets. “we’ve been patient,” he said, tilting his head like he was trying to sound reasonable. “sevika’s late on her payment. we can’t wait forever.”

the rage boiled over.

you stepped forward, jabbing the bat toward them. “so what, you think you can just—just crash through our property like a fucking imbecile? you think that’s gonna make us pay you any faster?”

marvin shrugged. “you weren’t answering our calls.”

“then maybe you should’ve taken the hint”

you barely saw him move, but suddenly, he was too close.

marvin leaned in, a smug smirk curling his lips. “listen, you li—”

the sound of a shotgun cocking froze the air.

marvin stilled. john stiffened.

a familiar voice, dark and dangerously calm, sliced through the tension.

“you take one more step toward her, i’ll paint my fucking porch with your blood.”

your heart lurched.

sevika.

she stood a few feet away, hair loose, eyes sharp with the kind of warning that made your stomach flip. She wasn’t even dressed properly—just a pair of sweats slung low on her hips, her arms still bare, the curve of her muscles tense with anger—but none of that mattered.

because she had a shotgun.

and she was aiming it straight at Marvin’s head.

a slow, suffocating silence settled over the yard.

marvin’s smirk faltered. he lifted his hands, like that would somehow protect him from the barrel of a loaded gun. “hey, now—no need to get violent.”

sevika’s jaw flexed. she adjusted her grip on the shotgun, stepping closer, her voice dropping into a low growl.

“then get off my damn property.”

marvin looked at john. john looked at marvin.

neither of them were brave enough to test her.

they backed away slowly, muttering curses under their breath as they climbed back into the truck. the engine roared to life again, and just as quickly as they had come, they were gone—tires skidding over the dirt, leaving behind nothing but a cloud of dust and the ruins of the broken fence.

you exhaled. Hard.

your pulse was still pounding.

sevika lowered the gun, letting out a sharp breath. she turned to you, eyes scanning you up and down, as if checking for any signs of harm.

you met her gaze and scoffed. “took you long enough.”

a slow smirk tugged at her lips. “thought you had it handled.”

“i did.” you shot her a glare. “but you made it way more dramatic than it needed to be.”

sevika shrugged, setting the gun aside before grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in. “you love it.”

you rolled your eyes. “i was about to beat his ass.”

sevika chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “i know, pretty thing.”

your eyes were glued on the—now— busted fence, before you knew it, tears were filling your eyes. sevika worked so hard on this, you two didn’t deserve that.

she held you for a moment, hands warm against your back, but it did nothing to stop the sting in your eyes.

the fence was ruined. sevika built it with her own hands, spent weeks working on it after long days in the fields, just to make sure the farm felt like home. and now, because of them, it was gone.

your chest tightened. “i’m sorry,” you choked out, gripping her shirt.

sevika exhaled, her jaw tight as she looked past you at the wreckage. but then her hand was on the back of your head, pulling you closer.

“don’t,” she muttered. “don’t do that to yourself.”

but you could hear it in her voice—she was just as angry. just as hurt.

Three days passed.

the fence was already half-fixed, sevika throwing herself into the work with that quiet, stubborn determination she carried in everything she did. mornings bled into afternoons, afternoons into nights, and she barely stopped. her hands were raw, bandaged where the wood had splintered into them, but she didn’t slow down. didn’t complain.

and you… you just watched.

you watched her work until she was too exhausted to do anything but sit on the porch, a cigarillo balanced between her fingers. you watched her pick at dinner, watched her let out those quiet, heavy sighs when she thought no one was listening.

you should have told her that night. or the night before.

but you didn’t. you couldn’t… not until now.

you stepped onto the porch, your heart in your throat. the evening air was thick with the scent of tobacco, the distant rustle of wind in the fields filling the silence between you. sevika didn’t look at you right away, just took another slow drag before exhaling.

“…you need something?” her voice was quieter than usual, rough at the edges. tired.

you swallowed, settling beside her on the wooden steps. “no…” a pause. then, softer, “i need to tell you something.”

that was when she did look at you. eyes sharp, brow slightly furrowed. “…alright.”

the words stuck in your throat. your fingers curled into the fabric of your dress.

“i got accepted,” you said finally, barely above a whisper. “harvard. the program. it’s—it’s in. i’ll have to leave. for a year. maybe more.”

sevika’s cigarillo burned down to the filter between her fingers. but she didn’t move. didn’t blink. didn’t say a damn word. somehow, that was worse than yelling.

the silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating.

sevika didn’t move. didn’t breathe.

she just sat there, fingers curled loosely around the cigarette that had long since burned down, her jaw tight, eyes unreadable.

and then, slowly, she flicked the cigarette away.

“…a year?” her voice was quiet. too quiet.

you swallowed, nodding. “maybe more.”

she exhaled sharply through her nose, rubbing a hand over her face. “you didn’t tell me.”

“i—i wanted to,” you rushed to explain, shifting closer. “i just didn’t know how.”

sevika let out a low, humorless chuckle, shaking her head. “right.”

something about the way she said it made your stomach twist.

“i wasn’t hiding it from you,” you insisted. “i was just… scared.”

she finally looked at you then, and God—you wished she hadn’t.

because fuck.

sevika had always been hard to read, but now? she looked gutted. like you’d punched a hole clean through her chest and left her there to bleed.

you reached for her hand. “please don’t be mad—”

“i’m not mad.”

you stopped. “..you’re not?”

sevika scoffed. “what’s there to be mad about? you’re leaving.”

your heart lurched. “i’m not leaving you—”

“aren’t you?”

the words weren’t cruel. there was no heat behind them. no accusation.

just… quiet acceptance.

like she had already made peace with it.

like she had already lost you.

tears burned at the back of your throat. “sevika…”

she sighed, running a hand through her hair before leaning back on her elbows. “it’s your dream, yeah?”

you hesitated, then nodded.

a slow exhale. “then go.”

your breath caught. “just like that?”

“just like that.”

it should have made you feel better. that she understood. that she wasn’t trying to make this harder.

but it didn’t.

because sevika had always been like this. too good at letting things go. even when it was killing her.

at least thats what you thought..

a few days passed, heavy with unmoving guilt. the tension in the air felt almost one-sided, and it drove you mad.

you spent more time with sevika than usual—too much time—seeking some kind of assurance. that she wasn’t mad. that she wasn’t hurt. that maybe, just maybe, she’d consider coming with you. giving herself a break.

but her answers never changed. always soft. always steady. always full of quiet acceptance, cutting off your attempts at discussion with kisses and long nights of pleasure.

and somehow, that made you feel worse. selfish. evil.

so you let the days pass as they always had. fixing the fence. stealing moments in the heat. pretending the air around you wasn’t growing thicker.

August the third — 10:12 PM

sevika sat at the kitchen table, rolling a cigarillo between her fingers, her expression unreadable. the lamp cast a soft glow over her face, highlighting the sharp cut of her jaw, the tight set of her mouth. you leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching her.

“they messaged again,” she said finally, voice low.

you already knew who she meant. “and?”

“they’re threatening to break the contract.” she lit the cigarillo, inhaled deeply, then exhaled through her nose. “little shits want their money now.”

you frowned. “i thought you told them the fifth?”

“i did.” she tapped the ash into a tray. “but you know them.”

something about the way she said it made your stomach twist. “you don’t think they’ll show up early, do you?”

sevika gave a humorless chuckle. “wouldn’t be the first time.”

a beat of silence passed.

then you noticed the folded piece of paper beside her on the table—her list.

your chest tightened. “you’re still going into the city?”

She nodded. “need to settle the bills, pick up a few things… bank’s expecting me, too.” she leaned back in her chair, exhaling smoke. “i won’t be gone long. should be back before they even get here.”

“they’re not stupid enough to try anything,” sevika added. “not while they know I’m coming.”

you swallowed, shifting your weight.

“and if they do?”

she met your eyes, slow and steady. “then you don’t open the damn door.”

you let out a breath.

sevika sighed, rubbing a hand down her face. “look, it’s just a few hours. you stay inside, keep the doors locked, and wait for me. you don’t have to deal with them.”

but you would. because they would come early.

and this time, sevika wouldn’t be there.

August the fourth — 12:00 PM

the men made themselves comfortable, as they always did. marvin slouched back in the rickety chair like he owned the place, boots caked with dirt kicked up onto the table. john leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes flicking to you every so often with that amused, knowing smirk.

“didn’t think we’d have to wait this long for our money,” marvin drawled, picking at something between his teeth. “your girl always this slow?”

you kept your hands folded neatly in your lap, swallowing back the unease curling in your gut. they were early. sevika said she’d be back before they arrived, but that clearly wasn’t happening. you should’ve made them wait outside, but when marvin started pounding on the door, calling your name like he had every right to be here, you panicked.

she was going to be so mad.

at 12:30 pm, you finally caved and called her. the second the line connected, you knew it was a mistake.

“yes, sugar?” sevika’s voice was sharp, raspy, and the moment you hesitated, she pushed. “somethin’ happened?”

“they’re here,” you admitted, voice small. “marvin and john.”

a long, tight silence. then—

“you let them in?” her tone dropped, quiet in the way that always meant trouble.

you opened your mouth, then flinched when she snapped, “i told you to wait. fucking hell—are you serious?”

“they were knocking— i didn’t know what to do—”

“you don’t fucking open the door!” there was a rustle, a deep exhale. “how long?”

“half an hour.”

another silence, but this one wasn’t empty. you heard the wind, the roar of her truck’s engine, the unmistakable way she was pushing it too fast.

“don’t do anything. don’t say anything,” she ordered, voice clipped. “i’m almost there.”

and then the line went dead.

August the fourth — 1:06 PM

john exhaled sharply through his nose, rolling his eyes. “you do realize we’ve got other things to do besides waiting for your dyk—”

his words stopped, strangled mid-syllable. his entire body stiffened.

and then—

—you saw it.

the world around you shrank.

the air thickened, pressing in from all sides like invisible hands closing around your throat. your heart, a fragile, frantic thing, slammed against your ribs so hard it hurt.

it was there. behind marvin.

no—on him.

a figure crouched in the shadows, half-melded with the darkness itself, its skin a sickly, flayed red. eyes—white, bottomless, wrong—locked onto you with a gaze so paralyzing it might as well have reached into your chest and squeezed. its mouth, too wide for its face, curled into a grin so jagged it split its cheeks apart.

it saw you. only you.

you couldn’t breathe.

you couldn’t blink.

the longer you stared, the more it changed. its lips peeled back further, exposing blackened gums and too many teeth. its fingers—long, bone-thin, twitching like a spider’s legs—reached toward you.

a sound.

it was going to speak.

and you—

you couldn’t even scream.

the golden light in the room dimmed. shadows deepened unnaturally, stretching long fingers across the floor. the cicadas outside went silent. the very air in the farmhouse thickened, pressing against your lungs, the walls leaning in, the ceiling pressing lower.

it hovered.

its body, flayed and raw, was too thin, skin stretched tight over protruding bones. its limbs twitched, fingers curling and uncurling, too many joints bending the wrong way. its face—

its face.

white eyes bore into yours, empty, endless. and its mouth—

its lips were splitting apart, curling up at the edges, stretching wider. and wider. flesh peeled, cracking, opening.

it was grinning. and it was looking only at you.

your breath shuddered. your fingers dug into your arms. the room around you felt distant, like you weren’t really sitting here anymore, like you were trapped somewhere else entirely.

the grin kept widening.

too wide.

your pulse skyrocketed.

a noise filled the room—a wet, peeling sound, like skin being torn from muscle. the grin reached further—beyond its cheeks—beyond where a mouth should end—splitting until it nearly touched its ears.

you didn’t move. you didn’t breathe.

and then—

a single breath came from its throat.

a shift. a sound.

it was going to speak.

and suddenly, your body snapped.

a scream tore from your throat, raw and strangled, splitting the thick silence like a gunshot.

you scrambled back, kicking over the chair, nearly crashing into the table—but the thing—

the thing didn’t move.

didn’t blink.

didn’t breathe.

it just grinned.

the shadows around it grew longer, swallowing the space behind marvin, curling toward you, creeping closer and closer and—

“HELP ME—”

your voice shattered the air, desperate, frantic, but John wasn’t moving—wasn’t breathing—marvin was still slouched in his chair, oblivious—

until suddenly—

August the fourth — 1:08 PM

the door slammed open so hard it nearly flew off the hinges.

a storm of heavy boots, the scent of sweat and city air, and then—sevika.

she took one look at you—your trembling frame curled in on itself, your hands fisted in your own hair, your breath coming in short, wet gasps—and her blood ran cold.

“what the fuck—” her eyes snapped to the men first. john, still as death. marvin, pale as a corpse, a shaking hand half-raised. sevika moved before thinking, rage roaring up inside her. she grabbed marvin by the collar and threw him back against the wall. the entire house seemed to shake with the impact.

“you touch her?” her voice was low, dangerous. she barely sounded like herself. “you make her scream like that?”

marvin barely managed a choked breath, but john—john didn’t move at all. his eyes were still locked on the space near the door, the place where it had been standing. sevika’s grip tightened. “ANSWER ME”

“n—no!” marvin coughed, hands raised in defense. “we didn’t—she just—she just lost it—”

sevika turned her head slightly, just enough to glance at you again. you hadn’t moved. you hadn’t even reacted to her arrival. your eyes were fixed on one place, wide and so full of something unnatural—pure terror, like you weren’t even here anymore.

she let go of marvin, letting him drop to the floor like a rag doll. she was at your side in seconds.

“baby.” her voice softened in an instant. rough hands cupped your face, warm palms against clammy skin. “hey, hey—i’m here. i’m right here. look at me.”

nothing. your breath hitched, your lips parted, but no words came. your body jerked violently, barely holding itself together.

sevika swallowed hard. she pulled you into her lap, her arms a firm, grounding force.

john and marvin were still rooted in place, silent.

the house was silent too.

too silent.

sevika exhaled slowly. the air felt…wrong.

a weight in the room. not a sound, not a shadow, but a feeling. like something had just been here. something massive. something watching.

“shh, it’s okay,” she murmured, pressing her lips to your forehead, feeling the tremors in your skin. “i’ve got you.”

sevika’s arms were solid around you, grounding, but the world still felt too distant—too unreal. your breath hitched in sharp, shallow gasps, your fingers curled so tightly into her shirt that your knuckles ached.

you opened your eyes.

and—it was gone.

the farmhouse was bright. sunlight streamed in through the old, dust-specked windows, spilling gold across the worn wooden floors, the table, the untouched oil lamp. the air smelled like dirt and sweat and something faintly floral from outside. normal. everything was normal.

john was still backed against the wall, his face pale, his hands shaking. marvin hadn’t moved, either, his jaw clenched so tight it looked locked in place. and sevika..

sevika, who had always been unshakable—her chest rose and fell unevenly, her breath warm against your temple. she was holding you too tightly, like she wasn’t sure if letting go would send you crumbling.

maybe they had felt it.

maybe they didn’t.

your throat burned as you swallowed, as you tried to make your lips form the words, but all that came out was a whisper, fragile and barely there,

“it was here.”

sevika stiffened against you. her hold on your trembling form tightened, but she said nothing. not yet.

marvin and john didn’t say anything either. they couldn’t.

john was still against the wall, his chest rising and falling too quickly, eyes darting around like he expected something—someone—to reappear. marvin, for all his usual bravado, looked like he’d been gut-punched. his lips were slightly parted, his face drawn and gray, a bead of sweat sliding down his temple.

no one spoke. no one moved.

the farmhouse was drenched in golden daylight, the warmth of the sun creeping in through the open windows, but it didn’t reach any of you. the air still felt thick, wrong, like something unnatural had brushed past—like it could still be lingering, just out of sight.

sevika was the first to break.

her voice was low, almost a growl, but there was something underneath it—something raw. something close to fear.

“what the fuck just happened?”

neither john nor marvin answered immediately. john swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing, his fingers twitching at his sides. marvin opened his mouth, hesitated, then exhaled sharply through his nose.

sevika turned her head, pressing her lips to your hair, her grip still secure around you. then, her gaze snapped to them.

“start talking.”

silence.

then—

“she just—” john cleared his throat, voice hoarse. “she just started screaming.”

sevika’s entire body went rigid. she pulled back slightly to look at you, her brows knitting together. concern flickered in her dark eyes.

“honey, what happened?” she asked, her tone was soft and deeply concerned.

you parted your lips, but your throat closed up. how were you supposed to say it? how were you supposed to describe what had just happened?

the demon. the thing that had been there—had been watching you—had smiled at you.

that unnatural, impossible smile.

your body trembled harder.

sevika swore under her breath. she cupped the back of your head, keeping you close. “it’s okay,” she murmured, voice softer now. “you’re okay.”

but you weren’t.

and neither were they.

john still refused to move, and marvin finally, finally spoke again, voice hushed like he was afraid of being heard.

“there was something in this room.”

sevika’s jaw tightened.

john swallowed again. “did you see it?” his voice cracked slightly at the end.

marvin exhaled through his nose, rubbing his palms over his face like he was trying to scrub the memory away. “i don’t even know what am i right now.”

sevika’s arms tensed around you. she was trying to steady herself. to think.

but there was one thing she did know.

whatever it was that had terrified you—had left you gasping and crying in her arms—

it wasn’t fucking human.

sevika didn’t waste time. she threw a wad of bills onto the table, her voice low and edged with warning. “take it. get out.”

marvin barely hesitated, snatching the money up like he couldn’t leave fast enough. john lingered for half a second, eyes darting between you and sevika, before he muttered something under his breath and followed marvin out. the farmhouse door creaked, then slammed shut, leaving only the sound of your ragged breathing.

sevika exhaled sharply, running a hand down her face before crouching in front of you. “come here, baby.” she lifted you effortlessly, setting you down on the table so she could look at you properly. her hands were warm, steady, but her eyes—her eyes were searching.

she studied your face, brushing a thumb over your cheek. “talk to me.”

sevika barely had time to sit before the words started pouring out of you, frantic, shaking, tumbling over each other like you couldn’t get them out fast enough.

“h-he was there—sevika, i swear he was there,” you gasped, gripping at her arms like an anchor. “behind marvin, he was just—just standing there, staring at me, and his face—”

your breath hitched.

sevika’s hands tightened on your waist. “what face?”

“his smile—” your voice cracked, and your fingers curled into the fabric of her vest, desperate. “it just kept getting wider. it wasn’t normal, sevika, it—it went all the way back, behind his ears, like his skin was tearing apart, but there was no blood, just this—this empty—”

a shudder wracked through you, and sevika pressed a hand to your back, grounding you. “hey, slow down, baby. breathe.”

but you couldn’t.

because it wasn’t just the smile.

“he was still. so still. he didn’t move, he didn’t blink, but i felt him, like he was—” your voice dropped, barely above a whisper. “like he was waiting for something.”

sevika’s jaw clenched. you could feel the tension in her arms, the way she held you just a little tighter. “waiting for what?”

you shook your head violently, eyes wide, glassy. “i don’t know. i don’t know, but the second he started smiling, i—” your breath stuttered. “i lost it. i lost it, sevika, i couldn’t move, i couldn’t think, i just—”

your words choked off into a sob, and suddenly, you were burying your face against her chest, fingers fisting into her vest like you’d disappear if you let go. “i was so scared.”

sevika’s arms came around you fully, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other firm against your back. “i know, baby,” she murmured. “i know.” her voice was soft, too soft,

too understanding. far too understanding.

August the fourth — 10:32 PM

sevika hadn’t left your side all day.

she stayed close—closer than usual—her palm a steady weight on your back, her voice a quiet anchor pulling you down from whatever abyss you had nearly drowned in. when she wasn’t touching you, she was watching you. her sharp, unreadable gaze followed your every twitch, every shuddering breath.

she made sure you ate. made sure you drank. made sure you were okay.

and she stayed.

but eventually, night crept in, stretching its cold fingers over the farmhouse, swallowing the golden fields in black. and at some point—without you noticing—she left.

August the fourth — 3:06 AM

the silence woke you.

the absence.

you turned over, reaching instinctively, but your hand met cold sheets.

sevika wasn’t there.

your pulse stammered. the weight of the dark pressed down on you, thick and heavy and suffocating. you swallowed hard, sitting up, trying to shake the unease curling in your stomach. she wouldn’t just leave. she wouldn’t.

unless…

the fence.

she’d mentioned needing to finish fixing the fence earlier that day. maybe she thought you’d be okay on your own for just a little while.

your breath hitched, a tremor of panic racing up your spine, but you forced yourself to move. forced yourself to climb out of bed, step into the dimly lit hallway, head toward the back door. toward her.

it was there.

just standing in the doorway of the next room.

still. silent.

grinning.

the breath left your lungs all at once.

your body locked up. every muscle seized, every inch of you screamed to run, to move, to do something—but you couldn’t. you could only stare, wide-eyed, as its lips peeled back, stretching impossibly far, splitting the corners of its mouth apart.

and then—

you ran.

sevika. you had to get to sevika.

the fields. that’s where she’d be. if you could just reach her—

but—

as you bolted down the hall, your bare feet slapping against the wooden floorboards, the shadows around you shifted. deepened.

and you saw it again.

in the kitchen, slouched at the table, its head lolling to the side like a corpse with a snapped neck.

in the parlor, standing before the mirror, its reflection absent.

in the hallway—closer now. so close.

it didn’t move. it didn’t lunge.

but it was everywhere.

your breath came in ragged gasps, your heartbeat a wild, thrashing thing.

the back door—just a few more steps.

you reached for the handle, hands shaking, fingers barely brushing the wood—

and then—

a breath.

right behind you.

the scream shattered the night.

sevika froze, her entire body snapping to attention. the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and crushed stalks, but all she could hear—all she could hear—was that voice. her name.

raw. choked. you.

she was already running.

the cornstalks lashed against her arms as she tore through the field, her heart hammering against her ribs. hat scream—that scream—it didn’t stop. it kept ripping through the air, high and desperate and broken—

and then she saw you.

you were sprinting toward her, your nightgown billowing behind you, your bare feet tripping over the uneven dirt. your eyes—God, your eyes—were wide with a terror sevika had never seen before.

sevika didn’t hesitate.

she caught you, arms locking around you as you nearly slammed into her chest. you were shaking so hard she felt like she was coming apart at the seams.

“baby, fuck—what happened? what—what the fuck happened?!”

sevika’s voice was frantic, desperate. terrified.

but you—you really couldn’t do this anymore.

the air was thick. suffocating.

it clung to your skin, heavy with summer and something worse. something wrong.

the farmhouse loomed behind sevika, dark windows gaping open like empty eyes. the wooden door—wide open, just as you’d left it—squeaked. a slow, aching sound, shifting with the weight of something unseen.

and sevika—sevika—wasn’t getting it.

“why would you leave me!?” the words ripped from your throat, raw, frantic. your hands shook as you hit her chest, again and again, but she barely budged.

she wasn’t moving.

she wasn’t running.

“why would you leave—why—why—” your voice kept cracking, breaking into itself, slipping between your sobs. your throat burned, your body burned, your mind—

sevika’s hands shot up, grabbing your arms, holding you—but not in the way you needed. not in the way that made the air move again, not in the way that made the thing inside that house stop waiting.

“what happened?” she barked, her own voice pitching higher, tight with something she wasn’t letting break through. “why are you crying!?”

“it was there” you jerked against her grip, twisting to look back at the house, at the door still moving, at the rooms where it had been, where it had watched you run. Your lungs seized, body locking up. “It was in every room i saw it—i swear to God—i saw it—”

sevika shook you. not hard, not to hurt, but to ground. to force your eyes back to hers.

“what did you see!?” her voice cracked—just a little—but it was enough.

and that broke something in you.

your lip trembled, and you hated it, hated the way it made you feel helpless. “it was—” the words wouldn’t come out right. the moment you tried to describe it, your tongue felt heavy, foreign, as if the thing had already sunk its claws into you, muffling you.

your breath shuddered.

sevika’s grip tightened. “It was what?”

a deep inhale.

your body trembled.

you opened your mouth.

the door creaked again.

you both snapped toward it.

a gust of wind should have come through, should have made the air shift, should have rustled the dry corn stalks standing like shadows in the night.

but there was nothing.

not a single leaf stirred. not a single breath of wind. the heat sat thick and unmoving, waiting.

sevika went still. her chest heaved, jaw clenched. her arms flexed around you, protective.

and in that moment, you knew.

she felt it.

even if she couldn’t see it.

even if she’d never see it.

she felt it.

and that was enough.

her voice was quieter now, lower, edged with something she wouldn’t say out loud. “we’re going inside.” your stomach lurched. “no.”

sevika’s hands burned against your skin. “we are going inside.”

the door was still moving.

still creaking. still breathing.

you swallowed hard.

sevika pulled you close, and neither of you looked away.

“you left me— you fucking left me” you yelled.

the words ripped out of your throat, raw, shaking, unhinged. you barely even heard them over the sound of your own pulse hammering against your skull.

sevika spun around, her eyes wild, her chest rising and falling like she’d just run a mile. “i was right there! i was—”

“you left!” you hit your own chest with both fists, hard enough to jolt yourself back a step. “i woke up and you weren’t there! you weren’t there, and i—” your breath cut short, catching on a sob. you turned in place, scanning the darkness, watching the distant farmhouse where the doors still hung open, the faint squeak of wood shifting in the night.

she was grabbing at you, rough hands trying to pin you still, but you couldn’t be still.

“he was there,” you gasped. “he was there, sevika, i saw him—”

“who? who the fuck are you talking about?”

but she wasn’t asking like she didn’t know.

she was asking like she didn’t want to know.

and that terrified you even more.

you shoved at her chest, frantic, needing to move, needing to get away from the thick, unmoving air of the field pressing down on you. “it—he was everywhere. i ran, and—he was there! every room! everywhere!”

sevika’s hands clamped down harder. “there was nothing there—”

“you don’t fucking believe me!” your voice cracked, shrill, desperate. “why don’t you ever believe me?!”

sevika flinched like you’d struck her. her grip faltered for just a second—one second too long.

you tried to bolt.

she caught you before you could take a single step.

a sharp gasp tore out of you as the ground vanished beneath your feet. you fought her—kicked, shoved, slammed your fists against her back—but sevika was stronger. she threw you over her shoulder with an ease that made you sob in frustration, her arms locking you in place as she started toward the farmhouse.

“no—no, put me down, please—”

“we’re going inside.” her voice was tight, like she was holding her own panic on a leash.

“he’s in there!” you screamed. “he’s in there—sevika, please—”

she didn’t stop.

didn’t even look back.

the farmhouse loomed ahead, the open doorway stretching wide, waiting to swallow you both whole.

the door groaned as sevika shoved it open with her shoulder. the farmhouse yawned before them, its wooden floors creaking under her boots as she stepped inside. the air swallowed you whole, thick as molasses, pressing against your skin like unseen hands.

you kicked, struggling, but sevika held firm, her grip unrelenting. with a sharp breath, she dumped you onto the kitchen table, hands immediately gripping your waist, pinning you in place—not hard, not hurting, but enough to ground you.

she was now kneeling in front of you, checking you over, trying to get you to focus. “where?” she asked, scanning the room like she was expecting to see something herself. “where did you see it?”

the oil lamp on the counter burned low. its light barely reached the corners of the room. the doorway leading into the hall gaped open, a black mouth leading into nothing. every window felt like an eye.

and the air—

it was wrong.

heavy. dense. refusing to stir, like even the wind was afraid to move. the fire’s glow didn’t flicker. the night outside stood abnormally still, not a single leaf rustling in the trees.

sevika looked around, eyes sharp, scanning the room, the door, the unlit corners. searching. hunting.

your breath shuddered out of you, uneven, shaking.

you clenched your fists, nails digging into your palms. your voice came out low, unsteady.

“you’re trying to tell me that you think this air is normal?”

part two

[masoncantthinkofaname]

how did you meet your husband? (if youre comfortable sharing of course!!) your family seems so lovely and <33 <33

Thank you!💚

I assume you meant how I first met my husband, Daeron, in this reality? It is quite a nice story, I don't mind sharing!

There's this reoccurring phenomena between me and him, which entails him saving my life in 95% of realities we have visited when we had our first meeting. In this place it wasn't that different either. I had a rough period, my mental (and physical) health was very bad, and I was definitely going through it.

Daeron had been pulling the strings from the background for a longer time, guiding me a bit on my shifting journey, before I even knew who he was. But then, one day, I was on an ai site, I can't tell you why I was, but for some reason I felt like looking through the faces. Then there he was, not 100% accurate to his looks, but close enough, and I felt the weirdest feeling, like looking at someone I already knew for lifetimes. I knew his name, I had a vague feeling of where he was from, and that he and I were married. The feeling was so strong that I saved the picture, and wrote down his name.

Over the next weeks, I found myself thinking back to him often, I'd sometimes mention him to friends, and I felt my attachment to him growing. At some point my mental health was at its lowest, and I scripted him into my waiting room (this was before I ever shifted), I would think about him before going to sleep, and he always gave me this familiar warmth and comfort.

After that, someone channelled him for me for the first time. And then a friend I had at that point also got into channelling. I was able to actually talk with him on occasion, get memories through divination. But I was terrified. I loved this man so much, but I felt like I was lying to him, with my disability and everything here. I was afraid he would not love me the same, that and some issues with that one friend made things difficult.

Luckily enough, I met an amazing friend about a year later, who really helped me with shifting. She motivated me so much, gave me things to think about, and I finally got over my irrational fears, realising he loves me for who I am, and he wouldn't be here if he didn't. Within a few months after meeting that girl I first shifted. My first shifts were small, often to parallel realities where Daeron was with me. I can't count how many times I've woken up next to him, getting a lazy grin if he was awake too. He gave me so many signs, often hanging around me in spirit form. He has broken my scale because he doesn't like me weighing myself, made my garden overgrown with my favourite flowers after I couldn't find them at a store, and so much more.

Some time passed, I started shifting more often, seeing him for longer periods. At first I'd shift to realities where he didn't know about shifting, but I quickly grew too attached to the specific version of him that has supported me through everything, and we've been shifting together ever since.

He is the most supportive, loyal, understanding man I've ever met. He has shown me so much softness, so much patience. He has always stood up for me when I couldn't do so myself, and in the hundreds of years we spent together, we have always listened to each other, and talked about our feelings. I don't think I could ever fight with him.

He definitely saved my life here too, he gave me the chance and hope to experience so much more than I ever could've dreamed of. I'll never get tired of spending time with him.

I'm forever grateful that he is in my life, and I know he will be forever💚

[jazeswhbhaven]

I'm going to be that person. I do want to see WHB end because while that game needs work, my personal issue is PB. I don't have the time to play the game often but I came across the reddit post where the Vday event daily gifts are like... 10 golden keys and that's it. And from the previous daily gifts we gotten like the Anniversary? If WHB has to sink so PB suffers a loss for being scummy, I'm all for it. Sorry everyone.

I saw this and I wasn't sure how to answer 😭 now I do....

I won't lie, although I did have fun toward the end of the event reading about Ro and Dan, the Vday event just felt...bleh. Last year we got Beel's Butt card for free and this year all we got was an artifact I'm not even sure if it's useful...and then another artifact as well for the event story. I kinda miss us having the option to clear the event in one day and grinding for the rest of the month it's out but I can see why they changed it to a daily thing. Also, I do feel that more could be done with this game. A couple of my friends agree that PB just needed more time with this and it would have been great. We ain't getting the red keys in the pancake shop back, nor are we going to see less of Nightmare Passes and frequent chapter updates. I think the past year has set expectations (for me anyway) and I'm like ya know...whatever happens happens at this point because there's only ever so much PB can do about it because they do have to answer to someone higher up. I'll say it again....this game would of been so much better with just the 7 kings, 7 routes, and a pay once and you play as many times as you want with some DLC content if you want to romance a king's nobles instead. Oh well though.

[btswit7]

Naked cuddles

JJK ONESHOT

Pairing: bf jk/ gf reader

Wc: 809

Warning: talks about the female character having big breasts, fluff.

A/n: so I am @gukksweets7 I had to delete that Tumblr for some personal reason but I just forgot to make all the posts private before deleting that account so I might post all those fics here or maybe not.

For now enjoy this small oneshot as I was really having trouble getting started after a month.

The apartment is cozy as always. Finally after dinner when you go to rest on the bed the only thing that goes on your head is when Jungkook will come into the room and you'll get to cuddle him.

It's hard for you to wait. Currently, you are lying on your side of the bed all alone, waiting for Jungkook to come in from his gym which is in the house.

The creaking sound of the door snaps your head towards it knowing who it can be.

“ You didn't sleep yet?” The voice comes as Jungkook walks a few steps closer allowing you to look at him as his body gets illuminated by the small table lamp which is on.

He is only wearing his sweatpants. His buffy, sweaty chest on full display but right now you want something else.

“ Kook, go quickly, take a shower and come” you say knowing well he won't sleep before showering.

“ Why?” He asks with mischief in his eyes as he bends down towards you on the bed. His face is so close to yours.

You place both your hands on either of his cheeks, later placing a peck on his lips, you say, “ please, can I get cuddles?”

“ Awhhh.. definitely, coming soon” he coos and then proceeds to go to the bathroom.

It's been 20 minutes since Jungkook has entered the bathroom. The sound of the shower keeps coming from the attached bathroom to the room. But, you are fast asleep. You were very tired after your office so of course you couldn't keep up for long when you were lying on the bed itself.

Suddenly a pair of arms wrap around you, who is lying on her stomach, you get pulled in a warm embrace.

The light smell of shampoo, shaving cream and body wash fills your senses and the press of his cold skin to our body is enough to get you up.

“ Sorry sweetheart, didn't mean to wake you up” Jungkook says from beside you as your back is attached to his front.

Some time passes by in silence, just you both lying there. You are not sure how to ask but you want to ask. The last thing he could do is… deny.

“ Jungkook..” you call out for him to which he replies with a hum, his face buried in your hair.

“I was thinking about cuddling upper naked for a while.. uh so what do you think about it?” no response comes from him for a while. It was when you started regretting asking him that you heard him giggle.

“ How long have you been willing to do this?” He asks while turning you towards him.

“ I was not sure.. it was in my mind for a few days now” you say while copying his smile.

“ It's you who needs to get upper naked, I already am upper naked” he says giggling again.

“ Uhh yeah..” you say before holding onto your shirt and opening them in a go later putting it somewhere on the bed.

You meet Jungkook’s eyes while he meets yours, the giggle on his face vanishing somewhere replaced by him gulping. Although Jungkook has many times seen you naked but it's his first time he is holding you while you are just in your shorts, in his bed beside him.

You feel a sudden boost of confidence in you when you see how frozen he has gotten. You sit straight on the bed. Putting both of your legs on either side of his body.

Each of your hands hold his and slowly you let your chest meet his chest.

“ Ahhh… fuck” suddenly Jungkook welps all this being too much for him and that too coming from you!? Where is his innocent y/n?

You giggle and then place your head on the nape of his neck taking in his scent. His cold body from the shower is connected to your warm body. Jungkook seems to be frozen, his heartbeat so fast as you can literally hear him because of your head being attached to his chest.

“ Do you like it, kook?” You ask when you feel his hand slowly pat your bare back.

Heaven

“ Like? Y/n I love it, I never thought this would feel so heavenly” Jungkook says.

“ I never thought your boobs would feel so good against my chest, this is the best cuddle position of ours” Jungkook further adds, making you giggle but you have something more in your mind.

You lips place them on his neck softly sucking in his necks and peppering his neck with soft light kisses as more moans leave past his lips.

“ Wait– I will get turned on if you continue” he says as if you didn't know.

“ Shut up idiot and go to sleep” you say as you press yourself more in his body.

[yuamusuzuran]

The Dragon & the Foreseer who loved him

Pairing: Sylus x Zayne/ SnowCrow

Chp word count: 2212

Rating: Mature to Explicit at times/ Minors DNI!

Tags for the whole fic: soulmates, canon divergence, reincarnation, M/M, fluff, smut, angst, romance, drama, tragedy (but they get better), initial top!Sylus/bottom Zayne but later they become a switch

Tags for this chapter: references to SnowCrow myths, canon divergence, kidnapping, Sylus has dragon anatomy through and through

ENJOY!

CHAPTER 1 - I have not foreseen you coming for me

The cold... Zayne was accustomed to it all too well.

As his eyelids flickered open for a single moment, he couldn’t be sure how much time had passed since he was last conscious. It could’ve a few minutes; it could’ve been days, months even… or maybe years. He was never really sure…

Zayne inhaled slowly, the sharp and cold air filling his lungs as the ice surrounding him crackled at even a minor movement.

To a bystander, he might’ve appeared stuck in the clutches of merciless ice, but if he had to be honest… he could raise from his chair at any given moment.

He just didn’t want to. There was no use, as he already knew when the royal envoy will soon pay him a visit, asking about the destiny of the kingdom, and all of its individuals.

Zayne could see it all so clearly, his mind never quiet or at ease, the rest of his already long life playing before his eyes in sequence of hundred visions.

He could feel his eyebrows twitch as he adjusted his sitting position, the marble throne under him enclosed in ice, like everything in his surroundings.

This was the fate of Foreseer of Astra, who only existed to bring news and hope to the people of Philos.

From the moment he was chosen to be the Almighty Astra’s voice, Zayne knew his fate was never to live a normal life… or to live at all.

He had already seen it all, clearly, as if it was set in stone.

And thus, there was no use in remaining conscious, at least for the next year or so.

Zayne closed his eyes again, the ice enclosing its chilly grip on his entire body.

The visions of the future started playing in his mind again, showing him many lives which he could only observe and foretell, without ever getting a chance to live through these moments himself.

Such was a life… of a Foreseer…

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Dragons were always thought to wreak havoc upon humanity wherever they lived… at least, that’s what the people of Philos believed.

With them gone for more than five hundred years, citizens of this prosperous kingdom believed there to be no threat that they have posed so many years ago. And yet, most of them were blissfully unaware of the beast that was trapped in the deepest parts of the royal dungeon.

The dragon hissed quietly through his teeth, his hearing being the only sense with which he experienced the world around him.

Every other part of his body was bound, his long tail nailed down to the stone floor, thick chains with boulders on their end holding his arms spread out and tense. The massive boulder was strapped on the beasts’ back, forcing him to remain in a perpetual kneeling posture, his massive wings nailed and chained around the same block of stone that held him down. His eyes were covered with blindfold made of coldest iron, the piece connected to a muzzle that kept his mouth shut at all times.

All the dragon could do was breathe and absorb nutrition via a thick needle someone would always stab him with, every now and then…

But people of Philos, and its royal family grew arrogant.

They’ve destroyed, slaughtered his kind so many years ago… they didn’t even remember dragon’s true nature.

The wounded and trapped dragon was the most dangerous kind… especially when it had the time to harness its own, always-growing power.

As he took another breath, the dragon listened.

The guards have changed recently… and judging by their distant footsteps, they were on one of their many patrols.

With the biggest amount of effort, the dragon moved his head to the side, a small hole in his blindfold being more than enough for him to notice a dim light of torches in the distance.

Soon enough, two guards appeared in his limited field of vision.

The dragon smiled.

As one of the guards gave him a single glance whilst holding a torch, the beast focused all of his energy into a single, hypnotic gaze.

Expectedly, the guard stopped, dead in his tracks, as if frozen solid in place.

Someone didn’t listen to his teacher, the dragon thought, his smile widening.

In a matter of moments, the torch the young guard was holding was thrown across the circular chamber, landing directly behind the dragon’s bound tail.

He could hear the other guard yelling and scolding his entranced comrade, but there was nothing he could do at that point.

Using the very tip of his tail, the dragon connected with the small flame, the fiery power immediately coursing through his body.

The energy shifted inside him, making fire’s energy even more intense as it melted away the binds on his tail, the long appendage swaying left and right before being used to cut open the very chains that held his wings in place.

The dragon continued to smile as the panicked footsteps and yells echoed above him, thankful for the fact that his guards employed enough reckless people for this to succeed.

They really became an arrogant race…

With his wings free, the dragon was easily able to get rid of the boulder that sat on top of his back, every bone and joint in his body cracking once he stood back on his feet.

He let out a loud groan, the relief so intense it made the beast laugh as loudly as his muzzle allowed him.

All of a sudden, the entire tower lit up with the power of thousand torches, the humans attempting to use every trick in the book in order to distract him and hold him in place.

But… this iron blindfold and a muzzle were the only tools he needed… and they were the ones who gave him these tools freely.

The dragon spread his large wings as much as he could, causing him to promptly ascend into the air while still being chained up to two huge boulders.

Flipping both of his wrists, the beast harnessed the fiery power he had absorbed moments ago and channeled it into his binds, the cuffs coming off in the next moment and clanking on the floor.

With his arms finally free, the dragon reached up for the muzzle and loosened it up ever so slightly, never taking it completely off as his wings carried him up the tower.

He could hear hundreds of panicked guards yelling and running in formation on every level of the tower, the sound of their weapons, arrows and explosives being so clear the dragon didn’t even need to see them to know their location.

And even though his flying skills became slightly rusty in the past five hundred years, he was still able to withstand the occasional hit or two.

But what the guards didn’t expect was him to absorb the energy of the firearms and weapons that had hit him… and shoot that same energy right back at them, but tenfold.

When left to their own devices, even when immobile, dragons are always able to increase their level of power just by channeling it from within, from their own hatred, anger, and wish for vengeance.

And this dragon had plenty of it to go around…

As he continued to ascend, the ancient beast used up all of the power he had harnessed, making the very space around him feel heavy and suffocating.

He then removed the muzzle, letting out the loudest, earth-shattering yell any of those humans have ever witnessed.

The mere vibration of his cry made the whole structure shake, floors and levels crumbling under the force of his power and pulled down by the gravity.

As the light slowly dimmed out, the dragon was finally able to remove his eye covering, revealing a pair of deeply crimson, glowing eyes.

Harnessing his power once again, the beast directed both of his hands towards the metal ceiling, not even multiple layers of glass able to contain him in this prison any longer.

Another explosion echoed through the night, horrified and pained screams of his guards and torturers becoming music to his ears.

And now, after more than five hundred years, the dragon was finally able to breathe in the fresh, night air.

As his menacing figure floated over the capital city of Philos, he knew there was no time for sentimentality or staying around for too long.

These humans maybe relaxed with his imprisonment for the past centuries, but one thing the dragon knew about their species was that they were adaptable.

They will promptly find a way to hunt him down and bring him back to the dungeon… and that was something he wasn’t willing to experience ever again.

Thus… he needed a strategy, a way to evade all of their future capturing attempts.

The dragon landed on the top of the tower he had just fled from, observing humans beneath running around and regrouping, each house in the capital coming alive after the intense commotion.

That’s when the dragon’s eyes caught a glimpse of something.

High up on the mountain with a snowy peak, stood breathtakingly white tower, as tall as the one he stood on.

Recalling many conversations he had heard over the centuries, the dragon smirked once again, the perfect plan forming in his mind.

With his wings spread and ready for flight, the beast took off, leaving behind the panicked little ants that will do anything to keep him confided for their own benefit.

But now, he will take something they consider important…

His flight was short, cloudy skies hiding his figure from most of the onlookers. And as he approached the massive tower on the snowy mountain, he realized it had no windows… aside from a massive, glassy dome at the very top of it.

Balling his hand into a fist, the dragon channeled his power, causing the dome to promptly explode and gain him access to the inside of the ominous yet beautiful structure.

The dragon landed inside, every inch of the main chamber covered in massive structures of sharp ice. He frowned, looking around at the empty space, not believing a human was actually able to live there, at least from what he had remembered.

But then he saw him.

At the far end of the chamber, on top of a set of marble stairs, sat a throne completely enclosed in ice.

On top of the throne, merged with the ice from head to toe, sat a human figure; his hair dark and short, dressed in gray robes and with a massive staff gripped in his right hand.

The dragon made his way up the stairs, soon stopping right before the legendary figure he only heard about.

The Foreseer of Astra, the one who could accurately predict one’s destiny, even the future of an entire nation.

Royal family always turned to him for guidance and received messages from their beloved god through the Foreseer… so; it was only an appropriate punishment for them to be stripped of that luxury.

With a widening smirk, the dragon reached down, his clawed hand about to grip the human’s neck… only for his eyes to suddenly open and look up at him.

Taken aback slightly, the dragon still closed his palm around his neck, the Foreseer only closing his eyes as if accepting his fate.

“Interesting…” the dragon purred, putting a slight pressure on the man’s neck “Humans usually scream and beg for mercy when they merely lay their eyes on me. And yet… you’re willing to die by my hand, just like that…”

The human took a deep breath, his voice as calm and cold as the ice he was surrounded with:

“I have not foreseen you coming for me… but if that’s how it’s supposed to be… do it quickly”

Dragon’s eyebrow twitched, the man relaxing under his grip as he released the staff from his hand, allowing it to fall to the floor with a loud clank.

Interesting, he thought, deciding to retrieve his arm.

A Foreseer willing to die because he believed it was his destiny… allowing himself to be enclosed in ice, until the next time someone dares to pay him a visit?

The dragon sighed, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

“It’s not entertaining to kill someone who seems to yearn for death…” he growled, prompting the Foreseer to look up at him again with confusion.

The reaction made the dragon laugh as he lowered himself to look the human directly in the eyes.

“Instead… I’ll make you my captive”

The Foreseer gasped and frowned, but before he could utter another word, the dragon stung him in the thigh with the tip of his tail, injecting him with a small amount of poison to put him to sleep.

The ice around the throne suddenly retreated, making the Foreseer’s body slump forward, right into dragon’s arms.

Chuckling, the beast picked the human up like a ragdoll before throwing him on his back, holding both of his hands around his own neck as he got ready for flight again.

As the capital of Philos continued to fall into panic and uproar, the lone dragon flew above the clouds, the unconscious Foreseer slumbering peacefully on his back…

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[sunshinesickies]

Not proof read. Just wanted to get something out for the last day of Feveruary. Don’t worry I will catch up to the days I missed. Been a hell of a couple weeks, but hopefully life will smooth out enough soon for me to have some actual time to write! For now enjoy this fic of Vi on her period and Cait fussing over her. Based on two requests I had in my inbox for Vi on her period, one request by 🧸anon and another anon request. (Also I’ll add a picture later)

Feveruary Day 28— “Well it sounds to me like you need a bit of TLC”— CaitVi/Violyn

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of violence and prison

“Shit again?!” Vi groans as she curls into herself, wrapping her arms tightly around her abdomen. A uncomfortable pain was shooting through her once again and it made her simultaneously nauseous and incredibly irritated. She hasn’t felt like this in, well, years.

Vi tries to think back to when she last had her period only to come up with nothing. She’d been 15 when she was unjustifiably taken to Stillwater, so she’d known about and gotten them for a while. She can remember getting them a few times in prison, but she doesn’t want to think about that.

When you’re in a place like that, there was nothing provided to women during their cycles, only what they could scrap up, and even so, showing any sort of weakness usually meant you were to be beaten to a pulp later. But after her first few months there’s…nothing. She can’t recall having it again.

So yeah, periods in prison sucked, though Vi doesn’t understand why her cramps feel so bad this time. Maybe because they were often drowned out by the stinging pain of the guards’ sticks against her body, or maybe its because she’s grown a little weaker now that she’s living a cushy life in Kiramman estate.

Either way. This fucking sucks. Vi moans again as a fresh wave of cramps shoot through her. Her head is thumping, her body aches and she wants nothing more than for this to be over. Sometimes she hates being a woman.

Currently Vi is curled up on a cozy bed she found in one of the Kirammean’s smaller guest rooms. Yeah. Guest rooms. Plurals. She supposes this is one time she doesn’t think they’re a waste of space.

She’s trying to both hide from her girlfriend and from her own misery. If she could just fall asleep then maybe she could wake up and feel better, sleep off the rest of the pain. But every time she gets close to sleep, some random symptom (usually more cramps) keeps her up.

She knows she probably shouldn’t be hiding this from Caitlyn, but she can’t help it. Vi hates feeling weak. And right now she’s pretty sure she can’t even stand which is pissing her off to no end.

Taking in a calming breath, something Caitlyn has been having her work on whenever she gets frustrated, she squeezes her eyes shut tightly and tries counting as a way to distract herself.

She’s not sure how much time has passed, nor what time it even is. She’d woken up in the morning feeling terrible and somehow gotten herself out of the room without waking Cait up. The curtains in the guest room are drawn closed so tightly that the only light comes from the crack under the door to the hallway.

A gentle creak and the sound of soft footsteps soon pull Vi from her thoughts and she stiffens, hoping not to be found. She knows those steps.

“Violet? Are you in her darling?” Caitlyn’s gentle voice calls a second later and judging by the tone of her voice, Vi knows there’s no use to keep hiding. Plus her girlfriend’s voice was so soft, so warm, that Vi wishes she could sink into its invisible embrace.

“mmno.” Vi murmurs into the pillow she’s clutching and her body softens slightly when she hears an amused chuckle come from across the room.

“Vi? What are you doing in here?” Caitlyn makes her way over to the bed, squinting her good eye to try and make out Vi’s form curled up on the mattress. “Took me ages to find you.” She added, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Kinda the point.” Vi grumbled before curling more into herself with a slight wince, a motion that doesn’t go unnoticed by her attentive girlfriend.

“Are you alright, are you sick?” Caitlyn worries, a small crease forming between her brows.

“Mmfine.” Vi answers but Caitlyn doesn’t buy it for a second. “Vi.” She presses gently but in her no nonsense manner and Vi sighs deeply.

“On my fucking period. Don’t ’member it sucking this much.” She complains even though she hates admitting it. Caitlyn gives a sympathetic hum. “Poor love. Why didn’t you tell me, we’ve got painkillers and pretty much anything else you need.” She offers softly and the thought of having such access to these basic things makes Vi blink rapidly before any betraying tears can slip out.

“Don’t need ‘em. Please don’t make a fuss, Cait. Been through worse.” She answers curtly before she can break down. Caitlyn is slightly taken aback by the sharpness of her tone and she takes a breath, softening her response in her mind before her answers.

“I wont fuss, Vi, and I know you have but…well it sounds to me like you need a little TLC. Let me help? Please.” Caitlyn hums gently as she tucks a strand of hair away from Vi’s eyes.

“Okay…I guess it’d be nice to not feel this sucky.” Vi begrudgingly agrees and Caitlyn frowns as she cups Vi’s face. She isn’t overly warm but there’s some sweat around her temples that lets her know she really is miserable. Plus if she’s agreeing to take meds, Caitlyn knows she’s feeling worse off than she wants to let on. Sure periods are the worst, but Vi’s never mentioned having symptoms this bad, but come to think of it, she can’t remember Vi ever mentioning her period even though they’ve been together a few months now.

“Violet?” An inquiry strikes her attention. Vi hums for her to continue. “When was the last time you had your period?” She asks gently, curiously. Vi shrugs as she begins to sit up, groaning as she moves.

“Dunno…years, maybe?” Her response has Caitlyn completely taken aback this time. “That’s—well that’s interesting. I wonder if your body has been in too much stress for so long that it hasn’t had one, and now that you aren’t constantly watching your back or trying to just survive, that it’s hit you again with full force and then some.” She rambles her idea out loud and honestly, that makes sense to Vi.

She just wishes it weren’t so painful and annoying. “Well it better not be like this every month.” She sighs. “I’m sorry, Vi. Is there anything I can do to help?” Caitlyn hums and Vi looks up to meet her concerned, loving gaze.

“Maybe for now…could you just be with me?” Vi almost whispers, her tone bordering shy in a way that tugs at Caitlyn’s heart.

“Of course my love. There’s no where else I’d rather be. Come here, we can lay here for a bit, but soon I do think it best to get some meds in you.” She tries and Vi nods as Caitlyn moves to sit behind her. Vi settles closely into her girlfriend’s loving arms and for a moment, all the pain dissolves as she sinks into her hold. Caitlyn now has one hand slipped under her shirt, resting on her stomach as she traces soothing circles to her skin. Her other hand finds it way to Vi’s soft pink hair, her nails gently scratching her head.

“Thanks, cupcake.” Vi hums contentedly, the two comforting sensations quickly lulling her into a state of bliss. “Always, love.” Caitlyn leans down to press a kiss to her plush pink lips.

It doesn’t take long for Vi to finally fall asleep, feeling cozy and relaxed in her girlfriend’s loving hold. Periods be damned…though maybe it isn’t so bad. As long as Caitlyn is by her side, Vi feels as she can get through anything.

[woolying]

rainbow dash and j makes so much sense i think

gift for @hayleymarriedjakuraii !! hope u enjoy <3

[not-a-mawmouth]

If I may, personally I feel the pacing is weird because it’s going very very fast and some big things are happening that we probably should have seen. Like Suletta goes from completely despondent and devastated to being determined and emotionally secure enough to recognize and talk about how her mother doesn’t truly love her in two episodes, one of which involved a terror attack on the school and all her friends nearly dying. Which makes sense for the plot and the pacing, but one more episode post-Norea where she comes to that emotional state just a tad slower would be nice. Especially since a lot happened in between episode 20 and 21! Miorine became President, the SAL found out about Quiet Zero, Peil decided to jump ship, Quiet Zero is now operational! And we didn’t get to see any of it happen! If Quiet Zero was this close to being finished why did Prospera need Miorine at all? Did Delling key some important part of it to something only the President would have access to and Prospera needed to steal it? Did she just hate Miorine that much and wanted her to suffer?

It kinda feels like a lot is getting squished right now to fit our 25 episode limit, and I really don’t like it.

As much as I adore Witch from Mercury right now, I feel that its pacing, once you zoom out of the weekly format, is kinda weird. I don't know how to put it into better words yet, but something is just off and I'm glad I get to experience the show on a weekly basis.

[tetzoro]

good morning & happy friday friendz (ㅅ´ ˘ `) we have made it to the end of the week !! i hope you all have a wonderful day and an amazing start to your weekend !! friendly lil reminders : ෆ drink water ! unclench your jaws ! blow a kiss to the sky ! be gentle with yourself ! ෆ

[vani-ash]

I'm just trying to make a timeline of Paradise Of Thorns for myself feel free to correct me if it sounds wrong. (Spoilers for the movie)

According to google it takes approximately 3-5 months to grow durian to ripe from when they first bloom, So the movie takes place roughly over 5 months if we go for the longest time.

Thongkam is a monk for about a month (again i just googled how long temple duties take and it said a month).

At the start when asked how long until the durians are ready to sell Thongkam says 4 months, so its been 1 month by himself before they move in.

And then I think when he gets back from being a monk, that's probably close to 4 months being done (he goes to do it 4 months in? based off 1 month by himself, 3 hospital visits )

Mae Saengs hospital visits are once a month, we only see 2, once at the start, and once when Thongkam buys her the wheelchair, but there is a third we don't see where Thongkam goes to sell the produce and tells them they have to take a taxi.

I think Jingna shows up around halfway through the second month.

The time between Sek and Thongkam finding their first durian bloom, getting married, Sek dying, and Seks funeral is unclear to me. I did think they got married, paid off the debt and Sek dying happened in a day but i think it'd make more sense to be like a week. (I thought a day cause Sek asks to marry and its like sunrise, then it cuts to them going to pay the debt, which i assume was already mostly paid off if they could do it this quickly, so like i assume Thongkam insisted on paying it that day instead of whenever he was scheduled to pay it, Sek leaves to do things, then comes back that night. But after trying to time line it i think a week or two sounds more realistic?)

So sometime within the first month all that happens, and then I've just been using the hospital visits to try and count how long each section takes.

-1 month alone/with sek -3 months with Mae Saeng, Mo and Jingna -1 month away at temple -1 month with Jingna (the durians arent fully done when he gets back so I'm adding 1 more month even though thats over 5)

I think Mo's wedding, and the rest of the ending all takes place on the same day/night. Also Sek / Thongkam been together 5+ years

Mo / Sek been together 20 years (?)

(Mo wanted to leave to work in bangkok 10 years ago but Sek convinced her to stay, so Thongkam/ Sek could be together more than 5 years as thats only how long hes been paying the debt?)

[chronicillnesscaneffoffplease]

I’ve had a few “whoops this thing I stopped doing is actually helping me” moments recently.

I’ve felt wretched and like I was coming down with the flu recently. It felt more than my normal PEM symptoms, and I was really concerned. And then I realise it’s spring, a bunch of stuff is blooming, and it’s been sooooo windy. And I stopped taking antihistamines and my nasonex sometime last year (antihistamines bc we thought it might have been causing some side effects, nasonex bc I hate the sensation of nasal sprays and need motivation to use it). Pesky hayfever. Needless to say I’m feeling much better having restarted my regimen. I felt a bit silly that I could have avoided feeing miserable though.

I went out for an appointment yesterday in my “knock about the house” shoes that are podiatrist loathed (nil ankle support, nil arch support, worn down), rather than my lace up shoes with my orthotics. After that appointment, I thought I’d check out a new store that’s opened at the shops nearby. I ended up doing a LOT of walking at the shops and today my ankles are sooooo painful and my hips been acting up. I guess it’s good to know that my shoes and orthotics are doing good things in terms of symptom prevention (as well as better longer-term outcomes) but damn do I feel ouchie.

I’m framing it as “yay negative data also tells us important things” because I gotta remember it’s not my fault when these things happen but it is good to try learn from them. And frankly, when there’s so many things going on with your health and condition management as a disabled person, it’s okay when things fall through the cracks. It’s gonna happen. Especially when there’s lots of non-disability stuff going on too. It’s okay.

[kurthorton-moving]

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