#sometimes even stays awake as long as possible to prevent them

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Hikari without a reference but he's on a half hour of sleep because of nightmares and he's watching his friends mess around with each other

Edit: The Sequel

[lostinwoso]

Loser (Alexia x Reader)

Song - 3.1k words

Oh, I'm such a loser, how'd I ever lose her? Oh, maybe I must have been out of my mind Now, I'm a loser, why'd I have to lose her? I'll never recover, I'll never be fine 'cause I

Alexia is lying in bed, the conversation between the both of you just a few hours ago keeps on replaying in her mind over and over again. This isn’t her first break-up, but for some reason this one with you cuts deeper than any other she had to go through. 

The way you brokenly whispered “I can’t do this anymore.”, while desperately trying to keep your tears at bay, brings tears to her own eyes. Just like you earlier, she tries to avoid them from running down her face, but as her mind repeats the scene of you pulling away when she tried to touch you and instead whispered a small, “Sorry.”, before turning around to leave her behind, is enough to make the tears fall.  

“¡Estúpida Alexia!”, the Spanish woman harshly whispers to herself while rather aggressively wiping the tears away, but no matter how often she does it, there always seem more and more tears to make their way down her face. 

Eventually the heart-broken woman gives up, just letting the tears run down her face since it’s not like they would stop anytime soon when the scene keeps on replaying over and over again, not even giving her the chance to calm down any time soon. Even as she falls asleep from exhaustion a few hours later, your face and words are still present in her mind.

I just might get a little too drunk, so I won't think about us (Uh) I don't think about what (Uh) we could have been And I stay up like three or four nights, so I won't dream about us (Uh) I wake up with no luck (No), I just can't win

No matter how much Alexia tries to keep you off her mind, it doesn’t work. If it isn’t you breaking up with her on her mind than its other moments shared between the two of you. All the times she made you laugh, the movies and shows you watched and the little trips you took together.

What was new though were the thoughts and dreams about the what if’s? What if you two didn’t break up? Would you two be together on one of the trips you two wanted to go on? Walking together through the streets of Athens together? Or maybe rather decided to go to Paris together? Snapping the most usual tourist pictures ever with the Eiffel Tower? 

But it isn't just the short-term what if's that occupy her. What if it’s just a small up and down along the way? Weren’t you two meant to last forever, as she first thought you two would be? Weren’t you both meant to marry each other at some point in the future? Weren’t you supposed to wear her last name ‘Putellas’ proudly? Shouldn’t you have been the one she starts a family with? 

All those questions run through her mind at high speed. And if distracting herself doesn’t work, then a little alcohol should do the magic, right? So here she sits at home on her couch, second bottle of wine already halfway chugged down, watching some random show on the TV. And to be fair it did help a little, but only until she finally called it a night and went to bed, that’s when she is confronted with your face again, clearly visible in her mind. Sometimes it’s just you alone, but sometimes she can see herself next to you, doing all the what if’s her mind won’t shut up about.

And the only thing that can help prevent that from happening? Staying awake. So instead of drinking herself to sleep, she drinks just enough to make her mind a bit quieter but not too much for her to feel sleepy, so she can stay awake as long as possible. One night without sleep turns into two, then three, and eventually four. She even tried to push for a fifth night but there is only so much her body can take without sleep, so despite her wanting to fall asleep, she does. Once again dreaming of you two together just to wake up all alone, but still with you present in her mind.

I should've seen it all along (Ah-ah) She was one in a million (Ah-ah) It hurts whenever someone says her name

Alexia tried her hardest to not look at you during training, pretending as if you weren’t there. And that was honestly working out quite well so far for her, mostly thanks to the separated group drills you were in, but football in general has always been Alexia’s escape when things in life were difficult. 

She is completely focused on the drill at hand, until a loud shriek breaks her focus away from the ball.

“Y/N!”.

Pain. A small stab feeling like pain hits the woman’s chest, as her throat closes up a little. She raises her hand up to her chest to rub the spot where the stabbing-like pain comes from, but it refuses to leave. She knows she shouldn’t look over right now, if that is the reaction of simply hearing your name, she doesn’t want to know how worse the pain could get from seeing you. But it's as if she has no control over her own eyes anymore, and before she knows it, she is looking at you. 

There you are laughing at Jana who tries to wipe her face dry with her training top after you just splashed some of your water on her face. Alexia forgets to breathe for a moment, tears gathering in her eyes, the pain in her chest getting worse, but she couldn’t look away. Her eyes focus on your face, the face you make while laughing always managed to bring a smile to her face, but not now. All it does now is bring her another wave of pain while reminding the woman of what should have seen long before.

You are the only one for her. 

Oh, I'm such a loser, how'd I ever lose her? Oh, maybe I must have been out of my mind Now, I'm a loser, why'd I have to lose her? I'll never recover, I'll never be fine 'cause I

It’s been almost two weeks since you broke things off with a Catalonian woman, Alexia thought it would be better by now, that her heart wouldn’t ache anymore every time she sees or hears you in training but no. The pain is still there, every. single. time. 

The what ifs are still there. During the day in her thoughts or at night in her dreams. Her family noticed the change in the woman, usually she would call or text every day, but now it’s only every now and then, when her mind actually allows having another thought for a moment before you would take your place there again. 

Her mother and sister asked questions, they went through every possible thing that could lead to their loved one to be so distant and distracted all the time. But the answer was always the same, “No, it’s not that.”. That’s until they ask if something happened between the two of you, she doesn't answer immediately. Should she admit that you left her in the dust? Did you leave her for good? What would they say? Would they be disappointed, upset for losing you, when they love you almost as much as she loves you?

With those thoughts in mind, she softly shakes her head, whispering a weak, “No”, that she herself can’t even really buy sincerely off. Her mother and sister make eye contact for a moment, not believing the woman in front of them, but instead of questioning further, they just decide to hold her a little closer.

Uh, I just might been a little too gone When she needed somebody (Uh) Up against her body (Woah) at 2 AM

In the third week, Alexia tried to think about what the breaking point of your relationship could have been. The obviousness in the answer pains Alexia, she is an asked woman, so as one of the most popular women in the football industry she often has many events to attend. 

Those events often go until the early mornings, with alcohol flowing easily throughout the entire night. Chatting with strangers and investors that don’t even really care about her as a person, only caring about her as the brand and face she has become for women football all over the world. Is that why she lost you? Because she rather wasted her time away with people who don’t even care about her as a person? 

As Alexia tries to recount the amount of times she didn’t make it home until the early mornings, she lets out a sigh. Why didn’t she try harder to be there for you? Why did she stay there for so long when all the important stuff was always finished way earlier? 

She can’t imagine how you must have felt all the times where you had to go to bed alone and having to wake up alone at times, or having to spend mornings alone because the alcohol the woman consumed left her dead asleep until early noon. 

How much does she wish she would have done things different, wishing that time machines are real, and she could simply go back in time and do things the right way for you. Being there right next to you while going to sleep, holding you close to her all throughout the night until you both would have to get up together. Spending all the mornings together making breakfast or just staying in a little longer. 

But that’s not how things work in life. There is no time machine she can use to get back in time, no. She is here in the present, alone, without you by her side.

Yeah, and now I keep lying to myself When she's just joking probably (She's joking probably) She'll probably call me and we'll be us again

Denial. That was up next, after the first two weeks of only grief, which is still present, and questioning the possible reason of you calling quits on her is now the time for denial.

Every relationship has its ups and downs, so maybe this is yours? Maybe you didn’t mean a complete break-up but rather a small break apart from one another?  

Deep down Alexia knows that this isn’t the case, this wasn’t just a down in your relationship, after all there is no relationship to have ups and downs in anymore. You felt her, completely, with no intention of coming back. But lying to herself is much easier than accepting the truth. 

So she checks her phone almost every 30 minutes, has her ringtone on full volume, waiting for you to send her a text or call her to tell her you didn’t mean what you said. You were joking or just having a bad day when all this disaster happened.  So it’s just a matter of time until you reach out to her, it could happen any minute, or maybe you would rather have this walk in person and will approach her at the next training session?  

It will eventually happen, that’s what Alexia repeats in her head over and over again, if not in the next hour, then the day and if not the next day then the days after this one, but it will happen. You will reach out and tell her that everything is okay between the two of you, you still have a chance to experience all those scenarios her mind plays on the daily. This is not the end between the two of you, it can’t be. 

But the text or call never comes in, and you don’t even spend moments longer close to her in training than you have to. She knew from the beginning that the thought was ridiculous, she knows that you didn’t just joke about breaking up, but damn does she wish you did. So no matter how much she knew how stupid and unrealistic the thought was, she hoped there was at least some possibility of it becoming reality. 

Wanting nothing more than to have you back by her side.

I should've seen it all along (Ah-ah) She was one in a million (Ah-ah) Now she's in love, and I'm in second place (Damn)

The denial phase ended rather quickly, but the ultimate end to it was put when you posted a picture of Ana and you on Instagram. The both of you smiling brightly at one another with the Swiss woman having her arm thrown around your shoulder, pulling you into her, way closer than normal friends would be. 

That’s just a normal picture of two friends, right? There is no way you moved on from her while she is still hung up on you, right? 

But the simple heart you used as caption is enough to let her know that this is not just a simple picture between two friends, and the comment from Ana with a heart and the heart-eyes emoji doesn’t help her suspicion either. 

She did notice that the two of you spend more time together. You were always right next to each other in training, doing all the pair drills together or just chatting and joking away during drink breaks. At first, she didn’t think much of it, you two did all the partner drills together, so of course you would do them with someone else after your break-up, but this picture, the way you almost became inseparable during training and the conversations she overheard during training, which she purposely tried to ban out of her head, lets her know that whatever there is, isn’t just a friendship anymore. 

The conversations she tried to ban from her mind were mostly between the two of you making plans to hang out or talk about how much fun hanging out together the day prior was, how excited you both were to go and try out the new place around the corner or how great the movie was you watched the other night at Ana’s place. 

But the most important once she wished she never witnesses was one which you weren’t even part of. During one of the strength sessions, Aitana approached the Swiss woman, asking her how the ‘date’ you and her were on, the day prior, went. Alexia listened to any word Ana said, how amazing it went, how much fun you both had, how she can’t wait for the next one that will just be a few days later, how amazing you are and how much she likes you and hopes for it to go somewhere. 

So if Alexia was honest to herself, she knew long before you posted the picture that you were moving on. But it was simpler to deny it, much, much easier to ignore everything she heard and label the conversation between Ana and Aitana as a misunderstanding, that you two didn’t go on a romantically motivated date, no, it was a simple hang-out between friends accidentally labeled as a date. 

But she can’t deny it any longer, there was now proof, not just for her to see but for everyone in the world too. You moved on without her. You are in love with someone else while she is stuck here in second place, still having a hard time to get over the break-up.

Tell me God is real Do you think about me still Or am I livin' for nothin'? Don't know where it went Wrong but I'll just take the hint It's gonna take some adjusting

Alexia knows she has no chance but to move on. But she still struggles with adjusting to seeing you and Ana together all the time. She knows you try to keep it as low-key as possible when she is around, she can tell in the way you glimpse at her when Ana was standing a bit closer to you when she was around, trying to keep a certain distance to your new girlfriend in respect of her.

But this also made her wonder, is there still a chance you think of her like she thinks of you? Or are you simply trying not to make things awkward between you? Is that the only time you think of her? 

But she never asks you, because once again Alexia knows the answer to her own question,  because the way you look at Ana and Ana at you is the answer, there is no chance of you still harboring the same feelings towards her the way she does for you.

Having to accept this hurts, almost as much as the first day of the break-up itself, but she will move on, she will leave you alone. You are happy, you deserve happiness even if it's not with her, she has to accept it. And she will move on, but not because she wants to, no way does she want to give you up, no. She does it because she loves you, and you deserve the happiness Ana gives you, so she will let you go. 

Oh, I'm such a loser, how'd I ever lose her? Oh, maybe I must have been out of my mind Now, I'm a loser (Oh), why'd I have to lose her? (I'll never) I'll never recover, I'll never be fine (Oh, baby, I) 'Cause I'm a loser

Lying once more in bed, she stares at the ceiling, it’s been a good three months now since your break-up. You were thriving with Ana, everyone could tell how great you are together, how happy and healthy the relationship is. Alexia on the other hand can’t say the same. The woman tried so hard to move on, but every time she tries to get to know someone she compares them to you, and to her, no one could ever compare to you. You were the one in a million for her, and she lost you.

You are happily moving on with your life, while she is stuck in the same place you left her. Alexia feels lost, defeated. Even with all these trophies in her apartment, proving how successful the woman is, she can’t help but feel like a loser. How did she manage to win so many trophies but lost the person that was made for her? 

“¿Por qué soy un perdedor?”, Alexia asks herself, tears once again making their way down her face.

[sea-you-in-paradise]

☽ ⛧  a r m i n   a r l e r t ‘ s   s l e e p i n g   h a b i t s  ⛧ ☾

summary: a *painstaking* list of every (sfw :/) sleep-related armin thought word count: 1.954 setting: canonverse implied, but can be applicable to modern au features: armin :))) genderneutral!reader (implied established relationship) warnings: implied nsfw note: here is a link to the nsfw part 2 (MDNI!)

before he goes to sleep, armin utilizes every waking minute to the fullest extent. 

- if he’s coming up with a plan of some sort, he will not sleep until he’s gone through every possible outcome he can think of

- spends time getting ahead of future work so he can never get behind

- sometimes he will get really lost in his books (obviously)

- most of the time, he pushes himself to stay awake far past the limit of what is considered “normal”

he’s trying to tire himself out enough to avoid nightmares

- he can go about 50 hours without napping, but tries to sleep before that (at least in small intervals) because he jokes that he can feel his brain cells dying. if he’s up for this long, it’s usually because he’s in the field/in charge of something that will effect a lot of people

- his naps are long enough to recharge a bit, but not normally long enough for more than 1 REM cycle

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*however* when he actually sleeps (and i mean like a real sleep. all it takes is a semi-comfortable bed/couch and no responsibilities until 10:00 the next day), armin sleeps.

- the minute this man’s eyes shut for the evening, good luck getting them to open again. needless to say, he’s a heavy sleeper

- despite refusing to admit how tired he is while he’s awake, once he’s under a comforter it would take a fucking fire to get him to stand up again

- an unburdened armin needs a minimum of 10 hours, but ideally 15 (ofc, if he were to actually sleep that much more than twice a month, he would freak out and feel like he’s missing his life)

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- he likes to wear either flannel or cotton pajama pants and a long-sleeved shirt, and he likes it when you borrow each other’s clothes to wear to bed, especially when you’re apart (either to wear or just to have for the smell lol)

- if you go to bed at the same time and you have some sort of skincare routine, he really likes to watch and learn about what all the products do. bonus points if you do his skincare too. sometimes he’d probably keep you company while you do this even if he’s not going to sleep yet

- he’s really meticulous about brushing his teeth for a long time (canonverse specific, iykyk ;-;)

- if it’s up to him, he prefers bedding he can sink into. cushy mattress and either a duvet or comforter with a really plush blanket in case he gets chilly (he will get chilly. he is always cold. he sleeps in socks)

- he likes a pretty firm pillow tho because neck support > sleeping on a cloud

- right side of the bed is his preference, but he would give it up in a heartbeat for you

- sleeping position varies. usually he sleeps on his side, but he also sleeps on his back sometimes bc he has back pain and he doesn’t want to strain it more :( 

- if he’s alone he sleeps facing towards the door bc he’s anxious. if you’re there, he likes it when you face each other or if one of you rests their head on the other’s chest

- if you move away from him, he will notice because he’ll get cold and he’ll move towards you again

- he doesn’t snore or breathe heavily, but he occasionally does the thing where he has little gasps or sharp inhales

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- he does what he can to prevent dreaming, but it still happens sometimes

- if he has nightmares it usually comes with night sweats and crying in his sleep. he doesn’t move a lot tho and he doesn’t wake you up on purpose. when he wakes up, it’s not some big jolt. his eyes shoot open and he takes in his bearings before getting up to change his clothes and get some water. when he comes back, he’s careful to get into bed really softly and then he’ll hold you as you sleep. if you wake up, please hold him back and run your fingers through his hair :(

- his nightmares are usually anxiety/regret/remorse related. he’ll talk about them after they happen sometimes and cry a little bit if you’re awake and he feels like it, but he doesn’t like to talk about them in the morning

- most nights he’s too tired to dream tho, so it’s okay ;-; no it’s not, he just says that

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- armin is not a morning person.

- as a matter of fact, if he gets less than his 10 hours, he is a certified grump. and he is so embarrassed about it

- he does everything he can to prevent it. like going to bed early if he can make himself or budgeting time into his schedule to stay in bed for longer, but he cannot stop the inevitable- if anyone, including you, tries to make him get up, he is a little bitch. 

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the morning of a day off/day with few responsibilities might go something like this:

- armin goes through three stages once he’s been woken up: pouting, bargaining, and complete loss of filter. he will go through a version of these stages whether he is forcing himself to wake up, is woken up by a friend, or by you. as his partner, it’s usually you who is subject to this trio of events, even if you’re the gentlest, most loving person in the world

- if you must wake him up, he likes it when you stroke his arm/back and whisper softly. it takes some time, but he’ll eventually make a whiny noise and move around a little (if this isn’t your style, a more take-no-shit approach will be briefly detailed later)

- the pouting stage is exactly what it sounds like and it will be the shortest of the three. he’ll pull his covers a lot tighter and turn on his stomach so he can block the light easier and in the prettiest voice bc it’s all pouty, but also raspy from sleep, he’ll say something like, “baby, it’s so early, i don’t think it’s time yet.”

- then, when he’s more aware of the situation, he’ll turn to you and choose one of three options: a) he’ll ask for ten more minutes and promise not to complain when you wake him up again (lies). b) he’ll ask you for cuddles until he’s more awake. if you agree, it absolutely will not wake him up more, he will drift off again even if you’re talking to him. if you agree and you don’t have anything super important going on soon, he will try to make you fall back asleep too so he has an even better excuse for not showing up. c) he will attempt to seduce you. this sometimes follows option b (see note above for link to the nsfw hcs for more on this one)

- if you survive the bargaining stage and armin realizes that you’re not giving up, he will put on his grump face. it’s a cross between a pout and a glare, and it is rather amusing

- BUT unless you want him to be mean (and not in a fun hot way), do not make fun of him for the face. if you do, you’re going to realize that armin’s observation skills really do come in clutch and you’re going to start wondering about all of the things you do around him without noticing

- it would be like : “it’s so funny when you make that face” and then he fake smiles and in a totally innocent voice says something like, “aww, i’m sure it’s not as funny as you having broccoli in your teeth at dinner last night! It was in there like all night. sorry i didn’t tell you, it was just so funny.”

- he definitely apologizes for this later and most of the time assures you that he wasn’t being serious, but sometimes he is being serious. and the worst part is that you’ll never know all the embarrassing things he’s noticed you doing that he just doesn’t say anything about

- if you don’t make fun of the face though, you will stumble across a prime opportunity

- as someone who likes to lie in bed for a bit (forever) after waking up, armin will probably fall back asleep if he’s not doing something. so what better way to make sure he wakes up than to gossip with him?! with no filter, armin will say what he is honestly thinking about the people around him, and more often than not, he has some strong opinions

- tbh it’s just shit talking floch most of the time and he tells you what he finds annoying about everyone in the friend group (jean gets on his nerves the most)

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- if you’re the kind of person who will not baby him, mad respect to you. it would go more like this

- if you wake him up abruptly, he will be very surprised every single time. normally, he would find you’re assertive tendencies hot. this is not one of those times. assuming you leave immediately after waking him, armin will run through his stages on his own. he will fall asleep in either the pouting or bargaining stage. then stage 3 will be taken out on you when he finally pulls himself out of bed. he will go find you and be snarky, no gossiping, only sass. it is unbecoming, but also hilarious

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- regardless of how things play out, when armin finally “gains consciousness,” he is usually a bit mortified. he knows it was so nice of you to wake him up and he feels so bad for being grumpy (and for being so candid about his thoughts on Jean’s unrequited love), but his brain is always working overtime and sometimes there are some really positive benefits to his morning alter ego. the selfish parts of him don’t really feel like giving it up, especially if you don’t mind. that being said, he only apologizes for behavior he intends to change, so if this sort of morning routine is okay with you, he doesn’t really have anything to say sorry for. he’s so grateful that you have so much patience and love for him and he’s glad that there’s someone who is willing to help him stay punctual <333

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- once in a blue moon on these days off, armin wakes up before you (he’s well rested sometimes???) and if that happens he will move closer to you and wrap his arms around you

- if you have long enough hair he will brush it off your forehead. tuck it behind your ears, fix your bonnet, move your braid(s)/ponytail to a more comfy position (etc). he just likes being tentative 

- MORNING FOREHEAD KISSES AJDFADJFLDFEW

- even if he is awake, he will do everything in his power to stay in bed with you for as long as humanly possible

- on days when he has actual responsibilities, armin is pretty good about being punctual, but he will still stay in bed as long as humanly possible and go through a shortened version of his routine. he’s good about being places on time, but it doesn’t mean he is in a good mood

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- and finally, despite everything, he doesn’t drink caffeine in the morning. he is a firm believer that a cold glass of water will wake him up faster. since he doesn’t eat much for breakfast, he doesn’t want to get jittery

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If you're sick of the current popular trope/story prompt in the Phandom or DPxDC fandom you just need to ignore it

I feel like the fans in the Phandom and DPxDC minifandom that's popped up, who are really grossed/creeped out by the genre of fic popular right now.

Where the set up is some variation of Outsider POV and the plot is based around the assumption that Vlad SAed Danny in order to create Dan and Danielle, are people who haven't been around that long.

Especially when they try to whine about none of it being based in canon. And how they don't like the shipping of Vlad and Danny (even though the people who write these kinds of fics are very obviously not shipping Vlad and Danny in them).

Because the Phandom has historically gone through phases much more gruesome and horrifying than that.

Especially when in this current micro-genre, all of the SA and grooming and other kinds of abuse are implied only, and within the fics themselves the assumed abuse never actually happened. As the plot is based on over heard or misinterpreted fragments of information that doesn't give the POV character the full picture of the situation that's actually going on.

There's the infamous vivisection fics, in which the child main character is brutally cut open and tortured by his own parents in the name of their biased views of science. Who in canon, both happily accept him no matter what every time a reveal is happens and never so much as rejects Danny emotionally.

Then there's the variation on the traditional vivisection fic in which Danny isn't emotionally rejected and stripped of his humanity by his own parents. But instead captured and stripped of his human rights by the government, either by his parents unknowing actions which they stay oblivious to. Or in spite of his parent's acceptance of him, and with them helpless to rescue or protect him from the government's torturous "research".

There's the already existing variation of grooming and SA fics, where Vlad grooms and or assaults Danny. Which have been popping up for years now, but in which all of this type of horrible abuse actually happens in the story, instead of it being an Outside POV misunderstanding what's happen like the current micro genre of fic.

There's the fics where the Fentons have just been abusive or just negligent parents Danny and Jazz's entire lives. And them hurting Danny, emotionally or physically, intentionally or accidentally, is just an extension of their already unacceptable parenting habits.

There's the edritch/body horror genre of fics where becoming half-ghost (or sometimes something else) involves at the very least the partial loss of Danny (or Vlad)'s humanity.

Hell there's one fic that's stuck with me for ages, that I read years ago, back in my teens, written from the POV of a Maddie who murdered Danny to prevent him from becoming Dan. Which is stated in that fic to be inevitable.

It's also heavily implied that Maddie had incestuous feelings for Danny the entire fic. And that she also possibly raped him in the midst of her extremely violent* vivisection murder of him. But that if she didn't rape him, at the very least, ripping him open to see his insides while he was awake and struggling got her off anyways.

So yeah, I don't know what other explanation there is to all these people who seem confused and freaked out by the various fics popping up where there's assumed SA/grooming, but actually nothing outside of canon actually happened to Danny, and the whole thing is just a misunderstanding.

Other than them being extremely new to Danny Phantom fics in general and therefore unaware of just how dark (and potentially triggering) they can be.

When there's been fics for years about SA and grooming, some of which is explicit, some of which is all implied and talked around and just as gut wrenching, and some of which is actually painted in that cringe forbidden love sort of way, for more than a literal decade now.

If you don't like it, if it makes you uncomfortable, you're just going to have to ignore or block those people, like everyone else in the Phandom who feels the way you do has done for more than a decade now.

Don't make comments to those authors that you don't like that trope, or that it makes you uncomfortable, or anything similar. Just ignore them or block them if it really bothers you that much. Because if you don't like their stuff, then rather obviously you are not their intended audience, so you need to ignore their posts and fics and keep scrolling if you're not going to block them.

*Also yes I must state it was a violent vivisection murder. Because it is clearly stated in the fic, that Vlad finds Maddie sitting outside on the porch covered in Danny's blood and viscera, and that the room she killed him in is in a similar state.

I wanna say the fic got deleted during the old Fanfiction.net purge of more adult content, even though all of the sexual abuse/incest parts of the fic where all implied and not explicit, along with the violent vivisectoin murder taking place off screen.

Though I could be wrong, and it's still out there somewhere, and possibly not exactly as I remember it. I read it more than 5 years ago now, so there's almost certainly some memory drift by this point.

[calissarowan]

When the wizards are going to sleep

Ogron: Stays up as long as he possibly can, working on whatever needs to get done. He usually drinks several pots of coffee to stay awake, then passes out at his desk. If he’s actually attempting to sleep, then he’ll look up the best exercises for sleeping, try all of them, obsess over if he’s doing them right, wonder why he’s not asleep yet, then glance to the clock, see it’s already four, so why bother sleeping, he may as well just stay up. On occasion, the other wizards will coax him to join them for a movie night or something of that ilk, and if they keep him on that couch long enough, he will eventually fall asleep on one of them. At that point, any noise or disturbance is expressly forbidden, and sometimes they’ll manage to keep him asleep until late afternoon the next day. He’ll be annoyed, but rested.

Gantlos: Has a lot to worry about, so he spends roughly half an hour watching animal videos on YouTube to relax, which can be a little boring for Duman, who neither wants to sleep, nor watch a kitten befriend a puppy, but he loves Gantlos enough to lie there until he’s relaxed. Nobody, I mean nobody other than Duman is allowed to know Gantlos does this. If anyone implied it, they would meet the fury of a very embarrassed destruction wizard. Eventually just nods off mid-video, and Duman puts his phone away.

Anagan: Has to check Ogron is at least close to resting before he’ll head to bed. Strictly adheres to no phone within the hour before sleep, and generally avoids bright lights, to optimise sleep. He gets up early, he’s not wasting time in the evening. Has a white noise cd (he still uses cd’s, he misses them) he plays to help block out outside noise, without preventing him hearing if one of his friends needs him (namely, so he can hear if Ogron starts screaming in his sleep.) Sometimes he’ll read a book, but more often than not, he’s just exhausted and drops right off.

Duman: Tends to be really hyper before sleep. This is when he thinks of sixty crazy things he could go do, so when Gantlos comes to bed, he’s met with Duman suggesting they go steal something, or dress up some jellyfish; the man just wants to watch his cat videos and go to sleep! Duman has to be coaxed into bed, but the promise of snuggles will get him there fast. Gantlos strokes his hair while trying to relax, and Duman calms down really quickly with that. He tends to fall asleep just after Gantlos does. He always makes sure to put Gantlos’s phone away after Gantlos finally drops off, then settles in to cuddle all night.

[indraste-darktalon]

Title: Heart don't fail me now. You're all I've got left. (Indy) Word Count: 3000 Summary: Indy says another goodbye in her typical fashion. Warnings: alcohol, angst, death (of a family member), violence Song Link

Indy had been a functional alcoholic for decades. Cheerfully so, even, at least on the surface. Was it a good example to set as a healer? Absolutely not. Was it good for her, personally? No, but when she could just wipe out the excess in her system to prevent long-term organ damage, as well as stay coherent enough to work and be social, what did it matter? A solid buzz made her less nervous in social situations. It made her less likely to have nervous breakdowns in tense situations, and sometimes it was even kind enough to keep nightmares away. It made it possible to not have to deal with the far-reaching effects that the trauma of healing friends, family, and comerades over the decades had carved into her. And sometimes, it even made it possible to forget how guilty she was that despite being a genuinely gifted healer, she'd still lost friend after friend—as well as her entire family—over the past several decades.

But it wasn't doing a fucking thing to help her cope with the fact that her wife was dead.

They'd known it was coming, at least. That had made their few remaining days incredibly painful, but also savorable. Blix had asked her to enchant something that would let Indy know if her heart stopped, in case they weren't together when she was killed. A small enchant like that had been simple enough to add to her wedding ring; adding the same tracker to Blix's had probably been unnecessary, but the rings were a matched set. Close together, they glowed. And far apart, they gave a slow, constant pulse at the same rate of a heart at rest. Indy wished she'd thought of it sooner, because it was a surprisingly soothing feeling.

She didn't tell her wife that her ring beat to Indy's resting heart rate, and hers beat to Blix's. It was painfully, stupidly sentimental, but after so many years holding her wife close and listening to her live and breathe in the dark while trying to stay awake to avoid the ghosts in her head, well…. She wanted a few more hours, a few more days, of its rhythm.

The pause between every single pulse of the ring's band cut deep, but even that was tolerable compared to the thought of waiting and not knowing. Her entire family had been in the limbo of the missing for years, and Indy didn't want to have to go through that ever again.

At least Blix had been given the chance to offer her some certainty that there was no longer a need to either wait or look for her. It was sad to call that an improvement over her norm, but Indy was too grateful to be bitter that certainty was so unusual.

SILVERLOCH

Indy knew, when Blix left on the latest hunt, that she wasn't coming back from it. Maybe that was fatalism, but when the gentle beat that tracked Blix's heart stopped coming from her wedding ring, Indy just stared down at the ruby that her wife had picked to complement her tattoos and let her jaw clench until her teeth hurt. Feeling a sense of surprise would have been a kindness, honestly; it was rarely a good thing when the predictions the healer part of her made turned out to be right.

"You fucking idiot," she whispered.

She wasn't sure which of them she was talking to, but it also no longer mattered.

Indy reached for her flask, took a solid drink, and then quietly picked up the bag she'd packed that morning. After that, all she needed to do was call for their Darters and lock up the house. Asha and Tilly both immediately knew that something was wrong, and flew to each of their preferred shoulders without protest. Asha had been with Indy the second time she'd run away to mourn someone, and she seemed to know what was coming, based on the fact that she began to hum—her version of purring—against Indy's neck the moment they turned from the house.

"It'll be okay, baby girl," she reassured Asha, though the way her voice cracked didn't sell the words to any of them.

But it would be okay—or at least different from the last time—because she wasn't going to let it be anything else. Indy still had connections to the world, and she had fought hard to both make and keep them over the years since her return from Nagrand. No matter how strong the urge was, she wasn't going to fuck off into the wilderness without giving the people in her life some sort of indication where to find her. Running away had kept her from being there for the death of her brother and her parents both, and she wasn't going to make that mistake a third time.

So she dropped letters in the mailbox as she passed it: one to Andennaris, one to Ranek (and through Ranek, one announcing a hiatus from work. It was poor form to leave him to tell their coworkers since they'd been working with Blix for years, but she didn't have it in her to do it herself). The two of them had been warned in advance that this would be happening, so the content of their letters wouldn't be blindsiding, at least.

There was also one addressed to Rethea tucked into the envelope with Andy's; he was letting her stay with him since her home had been turned to dust, so he was her most reliable address at present. (And inside Reth's letter, a request to tell Grenfield what had happened; they mostly fished and drank too much to work on projects they'd gotten together to tailor, but if he was warned in advance, she wouldn't feel the urge to explain anything when they saw each other next. That would be ideal for both of them.)

The two addressed to Xarian and Andrastyn had been more difficult to send, but… if they reached out in response, she knew that they would understand why she was planning to handle her grief in the way she was. (That was precisely why they had been harder to notify, in fact.) Ranek and her brother might, too, but something in her hadn't been able to admit just how self-destructive she was planning to be to either of them.

Not long-term self destruction; she reminded herself frequently that she wasn't going to give up on everyone she'd found, met, and become close to over one new grief, no matter how much she wanted to hide like an injured animal. But at the same time, funerals weren't Indy's thing. Public grief among friends and family was more than she could handle—especially since definitely be expected to speak. As sad as it was, Blix would understand Indy mourning her by falling right back into the state she'd been when the two of them had met.

The day Blix had found out and told Indy what was about to happen, Blix had asked her to make sure she was remembered in a way that would be memorable, and lively, and as free of pain as possible. Indy had agreed, of course, but they had both known from the seconds the words left her mouth that Indy wouldn't be able to honor that promise. (At least Indy hoped Blix had known.)

Maybe if Blix had been blessed enough to live to old age, like Indy had so desperately wanted. Maybe if Indy still had a goddess she felt she could turn to for comfort, and ask to look after her wife, since she was an honorary druid (the tree hand made the rules, in that case).

But there were no victories here, and nothing to celebrate: misery, squandered chances, and a lack of time were everywhere in Azeroth, at any given point in time. If every one were memorialized, nobody would ever get anything done. In her mind, any formal memorial would have been nothing more than a waste, and Indy didn't want Blix's fellow hunters to have to deal with her working through that belief in a ceremony meant to honor a fallen friend and beloved wife.

Indy made a point to check her mail every few days, though nobody would have a way to know that. The message from Blix's fellow hunters, asking for her input, assistance, and participation in a memorial in her wife's name, was a mixed blessing. She was able to pass on what Blix had wanted for a funeral. Something positive, and a little strange—something meant to help heal the cut a little—and then she left to go very intentionally hurt herself for a while instead of sticking around to attend the service herself.

Guilt was a fel of an emotion.

BORALUS

Physical pain was supposed to help. The kind that came from missing a dodge or failing to block properly, the kind that signaled a direct hit with her bare knuckles. The dull throb of her back after being slammed too hard into a wall, post, or unprepared piece of furniture. The cheers and jeers of the crowd were supposed to be loud enough to drown out the disaster in her mind, too—whatever hadn't already been drowned in the booze, at least.

But this was her fourth—fifth?—underground brawling ring tournament in Boralus, and nothing was as numb as it should be. She'd blown through all the illegal boxing and brawling in Stormwind and Dalaran (and suddenly "blown through" didn't feel like a good word choice, but at least she hadn't said it aloud) in the six months Blix and her brother had been missing at the same time. Every establishment there had remembered her, unfortunately, so she'd caught a portal and moved on to a city whose bars didn't yet consider her notorious.

Indy had been to the city a few times when her brother still called it home, and had been drinking buddies a few of the fighters. But the people running the fights hadn't known the look in her eyes well enough to turn her away. It hadn't been a bad time when she'd last been through, so how would they even know?

But the drink hadn't been enough. Splitting her knuckles against opponents, then refusing to heal between fights hadn't, either. Darktalon rage was bad enough without giving it a self-destructive bent, and nobody was enjoying the results. Well. The people placing bets were, because she was far too volatile to be reliable. And that added chance into the game.

Each night ended the same, though: exhausted, a bloody, taloned hand clutching a drink glass, and her forehead planted against the tabletop as she debated cleansing enough booze out of her to keep her going, or to finish the drink and go get something she could pretend was sleep.

Indy was having a particulary difficult time with that decision the night a chair scraped loudly on the floor beside her, and she realized someone had joined her at the table she'd been using as a pillow.

"The table and I are taken," Indy muttered to the wood grain. "Well. It's taken with me."

A hand rested on her shoulder, and she was halfway through sending her elbow directly into whatever asshole had just grabbed her before she registered that the voice of the man seated beside her was familiar.

"Ind."

Her ears shot up to alertness, and she raised her head to stare blankly at the face of her older brother. "And? …Did you track me down." She huffed indignantly at him. "I said I'd be in Nagrand." "Yes, you did. But when I didn't find you there, I knew Stormwind was out. So that saved time." His lips pressed into a thin line (oh no, disapproval) before he added, "I lived here for years, and I remember where you like to fight. It wasn't that difficult to find you. Follow the feathers and find the upset tenders."

She shrugged. "I'm working through my feelings." "You've worked through them. You've tenderized them." There might have been a hint of a smile at that, but it wasn't reaching his voice. His tone was soft, but firm. "It's time to come back."

"I can't—" her voice cracked, but because it was Andy, she didn't care. "I can't go home."

Andennaris offered out an arm, and she slumped against his side like she had been doing since she was little.

"I meant Nagrand," he explained, and squeezed her against him slightly.

He was a little colder to lean against, these days. But the voice she'd known for centuries was still there, underneath the echo, though the comfort would have been welcome even if it wasn't. Still, she hadn't been the little sister since they'd been reunited. It felt weak. They'd been working together on restoring his memories for years, and she had always tried to be the support when the hard moments came. And now here he was, returning the favor—

No, not returning the favor. Being family. Neither of them were keeping a tally.

"You shouldn't go with me. You've got Reth staying wi—"

"Ind. She can stay alone for a while. You know she'd prefer that. She just needs a roof, and she has a key." He squeezed her again. "You need a brother. And I am here."

I am here, and the unspoken and I know I haven't always been. For a moment she felt like she might break down completely, right there in the middle of the tavern. But instead, she took a deep breath, and relaxed enough to be able to mentally let him take the older sibling role back from her.

(It was the oddest combination of new and normal.)

She sniffled and blinked away the moisture trying to overtake her eyes. "You really want to come with me?" "Of course. I'm packed for it already. Once you get your things together, we can go."

It had been hard, letting Blix in enough for her to be able to help Indy in an emotional capacity. There was a time when she'd cried with her older brother without feeling shamed, or pathetic, but healers couldn't be weak. They—

Indy finally turned her head enough to look at her brother. She'd fought so hard to find her family again, and actual friends, so that she could be more than an awkward emotional rock that healed people before drinking all the liquor and roosting in a tree.

But what was the point of the hurt, and the fear, and the effort, if she didn't let herself benefit from having people in her life again?

"Okay," Indy said through a heavy sigh. "Let me get my things. And then, I guess, you get to spend however long you can stand with the saddest camping partner available." She said it with a grin, and oddly enough, it was a genuine one.

He gave her a small smile. "Your company, and free energy for me? We'll both be feeling great, then."

She laughed and started to rise, pushing her braid over her shoulder. "Rude. And fine, you win."

Her brother caught her lightly by the wrist before she was fully out of reach. When he replied, his voice was serious again. "I'm with you for as long as you need. Rethea has been told I'm not available for work, and she's more worried about you as a friend than she is about me being free for contracts."

Indy sank her fangs into her lower lip and sighed. Dealing with the consequences of having people in her life who cared was hurting her pride a little. And that was fucking stupid. She took a deep, tired breath, and then finished standing with a very genuine groan as bruises, pulled muscles, and joints protested.

She spun her wedding ring around its finger, and tried not to focus on how still and dull it was. Part of her had wanted to take it off, but that was the same part of her that wanted to run and hide. Apparently, it was going to be just as hard to remain with her loved ones as it had been to find them. Every feather on her body was singing for her to shapeshift and sneak off when she went to her room to get her things.

But Indy had already learned, for worse rather than better, that running away was easy. And sadly, easy was never better.

Blix was a hole through her core that might never close properly, but that didn't mean that she needed to turn her back on everyone she'd met and everything else she'd built since coming back from her first self-imposed exile.

""Let's get my things and head out, then," she said, finally meeting her brother's flickering, empty eyes. "Asha will be happy to see you."

"…You left her alone in your room?"

"Of course not! Tilly is in there, too, so it's even worse than you're imagining."

He started laughing, and the sound caught in Indy's ribs, forcing her to replicate it. It had been days since she'd last laughed, and it the fact that it already felt a little foreign seemed sad.

But her big brother had found her. It might take a long time for Indy to feel anything remotely close to normal again, but thanks to Andennaris, she also wouldn't feel alone.

[sgt-scottymoreau]

Second first date

Summary: What happened in Siberia could be seen as some sort of date. But an actual date, something regular people would do? That they never did before. Well there's a first to everything.

Warning: 18+

Words: 4.6k // AO3 // Masterlist

A/N: Took me weeks but I'm finally done! I hadn't wrote smut in a long time so kind of blocked around there and also that it's the first time that ever wrote romatic smut lol It was fun!

The plane finally landed after a painful six hours. Sun was timidly rising in the horizon, clear sky and all Scotty wanted was to run inside. Clothes still half soaked, sand in her shoes, dirt sticking to her face and hair, the smell of travel, sweat and whatever, she needed a shower right now. With sore legs, she disembarked on the tarmac, every possible joint screaming in painful relief. That be the military life; wrecking your body before the ripe age of thirty. Sometimes she wondered how her knees were able to still hold her. Her phone buzzed a few times. She ignored it, it was most likely a bunch of messages finally coming through and she couldn’t bother to check them now. Later once she will be home.

The small studio she found a few weeks ago, wasn’t so far from the base which was a good thing. An hour drive wasn’t so bad; she did more back at home. And there was nothing better than having your own place instead of whatever the barracks offered. Obviously it was pretty small, the bare minimum room, it didn’t bother her, she wasn’t often home depending on the ops. Door barely locked behind her, Scotty dropped her bag, took off her shoes to the relief of her feet who had been trapped in these for days. As she went around the place preparing to jump in the shower, Scotty scrolled through her messages. A few emails without interest, a few texts from her family that she should remember to reply later today, some agenda reminder. Very mundane. Scotty jumped in the shower letting a long sigh of relief as soon as the warm water rolled on her skin. One of the best feelings ever! She didn’t stay too long however, she wanted to catch up on some sleep before eventually returning back to work later today. There was much to do after all. 

Scotty woke three hours later. She didn’t remember setting an alarm yet it was her phone buzzing who woke her up. Also forgot to put it on silent, then again it wasn’t so bad it prevented her from sleeping until the afternoon. Half awake, she looked at who did it. A smile grew on her lips as she saw Ghost’s name. Involuntarily, Scotty straightened up as she read the text. 

I was thinking and maybe we should have an actual date?

She was actually surprised to receive this, very unexpected of him. Well come to think of it, it has almost been a month now, give or take, that they were dating. True there’s been some blowing of the steam moment, but never a date. It felt strange in a sense to imagine Ghost in such a social event, Scotty herself wasn't a connoisseur in date. She can’t even remember the last time she went on a proper one. Yet…

Sure! That sounds fun. When? 

Tonight?

After work? Will you come pick me up? ;)

Very funny, love. Whoever finishes first gets the other.

And just like that, their first date was planned. 

However, faith, life, whatever you wanted to call it, decided otherwise. The whole day was nonstop running around with barely a second to breathe. When they could finally do such, they were both too exhausted to do anything else. Maybe it was best to simply reschedule to another day where they will both be sure to have some time off. To say she wasn’t disappointed was a lie. Although Scotty played it relaxed and not minding too much about the date, she was really looking forward to it. Curiosity had a stronghold on her mind since and she was dying to find out how all would unfold. Laying down in her bed, in the silence of her small flat, she exchanged a few texts with Ghost to make sure the date will still happen, some day. Soon. It didn’t take much back and forth to finally set it for the coming Saturday, if nothing happened in between. In the meantime, she received another message from Gaz who was asking if she would be up to join him and some friends for a drink on the same night the date was planned. She politely declined, but said that she would love to come by another time. Making more friends outside of the task force sounded like a good idea as well. 

The rest of the week rolled off without any incidents and when Saturday showed up around the corner, Ghost didn’t know how to feel about all of this. He wasn’t the kind of man to give up easily, however it crossed his mind quite often. What was he supposed to do? To say? What date’s activities? The internet was full of everything and nothing; it was a mess to figure out what was the right way to act. For fuck sake, he was a grown ass man who had a job who put his life in danger every days, yet the thing that had him sweating like a shy teenager about to make a presentation in front of hundred people, knees almost shaking, was a date. Ghost only wanted this day to go well and hoped that she’ll be happy in the end. This was maybe the only tip he found that made sense during his research. It should be easy to make sure that she would enjoy her time… But what if Scotty just took pity on him and pretended it was okay? Ghost shook his head to keep this voice down. It was still hard for him to accept that he allowed someone so close in his life, to accept himself worthy of her and sometimes, bad scenarios would crawl in his head. He took a deep breath. His reflection in the mirror wasn’t too kind of him either; he looked so tired! But no smudged black paint this time. Neither a full balaclava. He wasn’t trying to attract attention to them. He grabbed a regular mask that was hanging near the sink, strapped it around his ears and looked one more time at himself. Not too bad. His fingers brushed in his hair, an attempt at making something out of them. He didn’t have a style in mind, did he need one? Simply brushing them roughly would certainly do. “Come on Simon, it will be fine.” He hyped himself up. 

His phone buzzed. “Hey.” He replied.

“Hey, I’m here.” Scotty’s voice came through. 

“Couldn’t ring the bell?”

“I forgot the number.” He heard a chuckle. Sure, she ‘forgot’. “I’ll wait for you to come down, big guy.”

A small smile grew behind his mask. Better not make her way any longer. Ghost grabbed his vest and headed down quickly. 

A gust of wind blew her loose hair in her face as she was about to greet him. Talk about a start! But so be it. The forecast had predicted some wind, yet mostly sunny day, perhaps a few clouds here and there, but overall a rather nice day. Not too warm, nor cold. Scotty brushed the rebellious strand behind her ears. She could tie them up and be free of any problems, but the occasions she had to let them lose were rare; she had to take the opportunity. They stood there a little awkward till Scotty proposed they just walk around as a start. You can take a man out of the military, but not the military out of him. Ghost’s mind was already working like this was a tactical assignment, trying to think about what should be the next move to do. All the information he gathered clashed in a whole mess, but one came out victorious. Small talk! 

“Ever been to England before? Before joining the task force.”

“Twice, when I was younger. My dad has a friend who lent him his flat while he was away.”

“What was your favorite city?”

She thought for a moment. It has been so long since these vacations, probably over a decade. Since then, the only time she came back was now when she had to deal with the Lambert case. “Birmingham and Manchester. I think some parts of these towns reminded me of home in a sense, but it has been so long since, I’m probably mixing things up.”

He hummed an approved answer. “I’m from Manchester.”

Scotty turned to him, eyes wide open, surprise all over her face. Did he say something wrong? “Isn’t that supposed to be classified information?” She teased him. Only now did Ghost realize how tense he was when he felt his muscles relax under her joyful tone. 

The rest of the day was enjoyable. They mostly walked around, stopping at a small café for a bite when their stomach begged for some food. After that they kept going around. The more the date went on, the more Ghost slowly felt at ease around her. Obviously, he let her do most of the talking. He didn’t mind, in fact he loved to see her all excited about the subjects. Seeing her be happy was all he wanted. A brush against his fingers dragged him out of his thoughts. He was so used to wearing gloves with work, that when he left them behind, his skin felt much more sensitive to any contact. His eyes glanced down at what had done this.

Scotty had decided to attempt something a little bold. It was a gamble to know if he would be ok with this or not. Seeing that he was distracted enough, she went for it. Her hand slowly moved towards his as they walked down the street toward a park. Her fingertips brushed against him, softly sliding further into his hand once she realized he wasn’t moving back. Her palm found his to rest on and her fingers closed around his hand gently. Scotty kept on with the conversation, playing this gesture like it was a reflex, nothing to mind. It took Ghost a second, but he eventually held her hand. He was so unsure, doubting if he was doing the right thing or not, but it felt nice? There was something different about this hand holding. It was hard to put words on what exactly. They held hands before… to help one another get up after falling or pulling the other up while climbing. It was always work, brute force, hanging for their life. Here, it was calm, appeasing, enjoying the moment. 

The sky cleared of all clouds, the wind died down, allowing walk through the park to be like one in this movie as cheesy as it sounded. Sun pierced through the leaves, kids screaming in the playground nearby, joggers going for laps around, dogs barking at the birds. In this crowd, Scotty and Ghost blended perfectly. A regular couple strolling on this nice summer day. “I don’t know if this would be out of place.” She shyly asked. “Do you have a family?”

His eyes who were watching her quickly darted away. His demeanor changed so suddenly. Maybe she had crossed a line? “You don’t have to answer! If it’s a secret, it’s ok!” Scotty stumbled on her words. She truly didn’t mean to upset him. Ghost remained silent. His grip tightened around her hand before he dared to look at her again.

“You will have to bear with me a little longer before you know any of this.” In the corner of his eyes, she noticed the smile he was hiding behind the mask. Ok, he wasn’t upset. But for sure something bothered him when she asked. Noted. An awkward silence followed as they kept walking along the path. A path cursed with some not dry spots who were always muddy and slippery. A trap for the ones who were not vigilant of their footing, just like Scotty. Head lifted up to watch the birds, her heel landed in the mud. Ghost didn’t have the time to react or even tried to hold her hand. In fact, her fingers slipped as well from his grip, Scotty saw herself already full of mud. She frantically tried to hold onto something, but the Brit was not in reach, her arms flailing as her body let gravity do all the work. One second she was standing, the next she was on the ground, pain in the arms and rear, clothes covered in mud dirt and wetness. 

“You alright?” He worried, crouching next to her, ready to give her hand to get up.

She rested on her elbows. Scotty saw how much he was holding it back. “Go ahead laugh, I have nothing broken.”

He let out a good chuckle. The face she made as she fell, hilarious. Ghost helped her up and asserted the damage with her. Her palms were a little scratched, nothing to worry about. But her clothes were good to throw in the wash and maybe a shower to clean off all the dirt. All to say that their date wouldn’t go any further. Ghost proposed that they returned to his flat as hers was a little far. 

As soon as the door opened, Scotty felt like she was stepping in his boundaries again. It was like another secret being revealed. The place was well organized, a little on the minimalist side, natural colors mixed with neutrals who gave a soft fall atmosphere to the whole place. Surprisingly, some very low maintenance plants here, the kind that would definitely survive if he went away for a long time. Or maybe there were fake ones simply there to give more life to the place. She must have spaced out for long because she felt Ghost’s hand rest on her lower back and pushed her further in. Ghost suddenly felt more comfortable, being in his home, safe place, that his demeanor changed. Much more confident. He walked her to the bathroom, gave her a towel if needed and some dry clothes. His clothes. Scotty changed quickly and realized two things. One, she would need to clean her clothes. Otherwise why would she even be changing. Second, the muddy water had soaked her completely. Even her underwear. Her bra was fine, but the lower was too damp. She passed Ghost’s t-shirt above her head, letting it fall on her like a dress. She was floating in it! She didn’t even dare put on the jog pants; even with the strings pulled too maximum, it would probably still be too big. A quick check of her hair. No mud thankfully. Her fingers brushed them to remove any tangles. Talk about a day! Ending in Ghost’s flat, with her barely dressed. To Scotty, this was a good date day so far.

Ghost was taking a breath and sat on his couch. With one easy move, he removed the mask. His head stretched back. It seemed like this date went well. She looked happy most of the time and that was the most important. He didn’t screw up in the end. He heard the shower running to which he didn’t pay much attention, it was obvious. So he let her do till she finally came back from the bathroom. “I hope you don’t mind that I hang my stuff in your bathroom.” 

Ghost’s head straightened back and this was a sight he wasn’t expecting to see. There she was standing, in front of him, in his shirt that looked like a short dress. A very short one. The kind that would reveal a lot if she bent over… He took a good breath to focus back. “No problem.” God, she looked gorgeous in his clothes.

Maskless, the lieutenant was so much more easier to read. His eyes were always the hint to his emotions, but the small cue of his cheeks and lips that normally would be hidden, were in the bare wild. It was obvious how much he was devouring her. The question was how long would it take him to snap and the sergeant was more than happy to figure this out. Scotty smiled, crossed the distance between them and sat next to him. The shirt was pulled higher above her thighs, her skin more exposed than before. “It was fun today. Really had a good time! We should do it again.”

“Minus the mud part.” Ghost silently laughed, picturing her face once more as she slipped. 

“Hmm true. Well the good side of this, I get to see the inside of your place. You have some good taste.” Scotty stretched, on purpose. The shirt lifted along. Ghost’s eyes glanced, his hand crisped on his jeans. Was she even wearing something down there? A silent question she caught on his face; jackpot.

“T-thanks.” His throat closed tight, his mind trying to keep him in check. Scotty was looking at him with this smile he knew well, the one that meant trouble.  

“Everything was wet or needed to be cleaned so… I do have nothing under your shirt.” The emphasis on his shirt made him shiver. His hand slid behind her back and pulled her toward him. Actually made her sit on his lap, legs spread open, facing him. Said hand kept its position on her lower back, the other gently brushed on her skin, before he gave a soft squeeze to her thigh. Scotty felt the rough jean’s fabric on her lower part, she bit her lip. “What now, Ghost?”

His forehead rested on the crook of her neck, he pressed a kiss on her covered collarbone. 

“Simon.”

“What?”

“No, Ghost, no lieutenant or sir. Just Simon.” His tone was soft. It sounded like he was letting himself be even more vulnerable, letting another layer of himself open to her. There’s been so many revelations today, this one surprised her but Scotty quickly recovered from it. Her fingers brushed in his hair on the back of his neck. She returned the soft kiss.  

“Ok, Simon. Call me Camille then.” His touch was much softer than usual. In their position, normally, they would already be a breathing mess, rolling around whatever surface was holding them, just some raw action to let all the stress out of their system. However right now, even as his hands trailed along her sides, the emotions were different. Oh sure they both wanted to give in yet it wasn’t the same. There was something more intimate this time. Ghost wanted to keep it that way. He liked this. The feeling was strange to explain, but it felt right. Scotty cupped his face, her thumbs gently brushing on his cheeks and lips. She had seen him maskless many times before, probably more than anyone else in the 141, but every time she had to look at him. Engrave his features in her mind as if he would disappear soon. She leaned closer to his face, her lips met his with care, as she would break him if it was too hard. His hand took a hold of her neck, pulled her closer to him, as if he would lose her if he let go. Their kiss went till their lips almost felt numb. Without a warning, Ghost stood up always holding her and walked them to the bedroom. A very modest room with the bare minimum, maybe some small decorations on the wall, but she didn’t have the time to analyze more of it. She wasn’t there for this and she knew it. The lieutenant dropped on her bed. He climbed on top of her, the mattress shifting under his weight as he watched her from above. Hair spread all over the pillow like an earthy veil, brown eyes grounded into his soul capturing every detail of his features. Breathtaking. 

His hand ran from her thigh to her waist, not hesitation as to also lift the shirt. Ghost leaned, his nose rested on hers, his lips hovering on hers. He pressed a kiss as carefully as he would be touching porcelaine. Scotty melted under the gentle kiss. The whole room was filled with so much tenderness, it was easy to do so. Ghost placed himself between her legs and she didn’t give more time to think. Her hands blindly found his belt, and worked on undoing his pants while their lips were still sealed. Awkwardly, he helped remove it only breaking the kiss when he had to turn around and easily slip them off. He returned another kiss who was also interrupted only when Scotty removed his shirt. Her hands grabbed on his forearms, feeling the muscles contracting under her fingers. Her fingertips slowly traced some part of his tattoo. “I like that.” He breathed out, straightening up. His hands closed around her waist.

“What do you like?” She smiled. 

“Whatever this is. It feels nice.”

A small joke burned the tip of her tongue, but never came out. She understood what he meant and it was best to let him enjoy it. She would have many other occasions to joke around. His thumb dug in her skin, tenderly, then his hands went up along her side, pulling the shirt up just above her breasts. He shivered in anticipation, a need to have more yet the desire to remain romantic. This is how he would describe this moment. It truly felt like these romantic moments people always describe. He left a trail of kisses from her collarbone to her chin, leaving a ghostly sensation near her lips. His fingers finally trailed on her skin on their way to her cunt, rested a little there, before he moved in a circular motion. Scotty let a weak moan out. He teased her for a little while, his lips never letting go of hers. He pushed two fingers inside of her. This small gesture sent a wave of relief to her craving. Finally! Without a word, her hands tugged on the elastic of his underwear, slid in and grabbed his half erect cock. That was enough to have him harden more. A few strokes and he was ready. Yet he didn’t try to change position or go to the next step, he actually enjoyed that mutual touching like this. After a few minutes, Ghost had rolled on his side to be more comfortable. By doing so, he accidently caught her hair under his shoulder. Scotty whined. “Ow! Careful big boy.” A chuckle followed. He apologized, feeling bad, but her small laugh was enough to reassure him that it was okay. Scotty rolled on her side, her body half rested on Ghost. She pressed a playful kiss on his collarbone, her hand ran down his chest back to his cock to keep the handjob going. “What’s next?”

He brushed her hair behind her ear. “What about a little change? I want to see if you are still as beautiful when you are on top, love.”

“Sure!” She bit her lower lip. “Could I do something first, Simon?”

Saying it like this, Ghost would let her do anything she wants! Never has his name sounded so good. Scotty smiled, crawling back till her head was just at his crotch level. Without breaking eye contact, she pulled down his underwear. He had an idea of where this was going, however he didn’t expect how far it would go. At first, she teased; licking and kissing the tip of cock. Always eyes locked on him. Then she finally lowered her mouth on him. It felt good! Ghost watched as her head bopped, small grunts and moans in the back of his throat. What took him by surprise was how far deep she went. His lips parted, tried to say something but whatever words he had, they disappeared in a low moan when his tip touched the back of her throat. Scotty chuckled around him, nose pressed on his happy trail. Ghost’s hand flew on her head, tangling in her hair as he gently pulled her away. “Oh fuck that was… Woah.”

“I barely did anything! You should at least let me do more.”

“Oh I’m holding you into that, definitely. But I really want to fuck you, now.”

Scotty gave one last kiss on his cock and placed herself on top of him. She slowly lowered on him, giving time to enjoy the sensation. One hand rested on the pillow to hold her, the other slipped between Ghost’s fingers. She leaned to kiss him more. Ghost bucked his hips. Scotty bounced on him the best she could, legs getting tired at the minutes passed by her climax on the edge of crashing all over. Now was not the time to stop. He was also chasing after his own release feeling close to this moment, that he eventually held her by the waist to help her up and down. Not a single word was exchanged during that time, only their whimpers and moans gave away how everything was, how they liked or loved it. 

His muscles tensed up, his fingertips dug in her waist and he came with a long relieved grunt. Hearing him losing all restraint sent Scotty to her own end and she collapsed on his chest. 

She moved to the side once the position became too uncomfortable for her legs, but she appreciated the cuddles. So she kept close to him, fingers tracing on his chest to his forearm and making out the lines of his tattoo. “Can’t get your hands off me?” He smiled and pressed a kiss on her head. 

“I could say the same to you.” Another kiss on his chest. “Simon? Can I stay with you for the rest of the day?”

“You don’t even have to ask, love. Camille?” It felt strange to use her name, but he liked it. Her eyes perked open with interest. His mouth opened, the words caught in his throat. He had said these before, yet today, right now, in the moment, it was hard to say them. He didn't know why, but it flustered him. “I-I love you.”

“I love you too.” She had a soft smile that melted him.

******

Ghost watched her still sleeping, not a single worry in the world. This expression of calmness and tenderness that was a constant lingering on her face was ten fold in this moment. Last night’s memories floated in his head peacefully. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this. If he ever. He doesn't have a coldheart, truly he was simply careful when it came to trust and letting people close. Ghost saw who she was, how caring and kind she acted around everyone. Every day he could see her goof around with Soap and Gaz, giving a hand to help with anything. Yet he knew Scotty was capable of breaking as many bones as he could. But it was the former, the caring, that made him fall for her, one of the many reasons. Why he felt comfortable letting his guard down and be vulnerable. With her he knew he could be himself safely. So why? Why deep down, in the back of his head, he could still hear small voices tormenting him about this? Maybe it was a deep fear that she might turn on him? That all of this will only be short-lived. Ghost wished these thoughts would stop, he desperately tried to remind himself that he was worth it all, at least a part of him was, but they kept haunting him. The room was silent. Outside life was slowly emerging from the slumber; people hasting to work, birds going around, dogs being walked. Scotty rolled on her side, facing him. Hanging somewhere between awake and asleep, she smiled, her hand reaching for his. “Morning.” Her voice was so weak from being half awake. In an instant, his thoughts calmed down. They were still clinging, but less loud.

“Morning, love.” Calm and peace for a moment.

[dzthenerd490]

File: Yume Nikki

SCP#: AFI

Code Name: Madotsuki, the Depressed Dreaming Goddess

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: When awake, SCP-AFI is given daily therapy sessions to various Foundation therapists in order to both stabilize her mental health and have her interact with various people. She has also been provided with Foundation anti-depression and anti-trauma medication. On a monthly basis she is to be escorted to one of the Nexus points in good relation or owned by the Foundation. A 16-person team of Foundation agents are to watch over her to ensure she is not harassed by anyone within these points and only build up good relationships with the locals. 

When it is time for SCP-AFI to sleep she is to be locked within Site-AF. She is contained within an 8x8 meter containment cell with the proper furniture, housing, and other housing accommodations. Her bed is made with the most comfortable materials and state of the art construction to ensure maximum comfort and sleep. The door to the containment room is reinforced with various strong metals as well as metals that prevent reality altering wavelengths to pass. four armed guards are to watch over the door while SCP-AFI is asleep in case any entities break out.

In the event of a containment breach, SCP-AFI's situation depends on where she currently is. If SCP-AFI is off site, she is to be kept away until the containment breach is cleared. If the containment breach lasts for a day and SCP-AFI needs to sleep, she is to be transported to Site-AB. She will be transported to the visual memetic dreaming testing room. She is to be placed on the seat and given the googles to help her lucid dream. It should be noted this is no healthy for SCP-AFI and even when lucid dreaming her dreams can easily get out of control. She should be made to stay awake for as long as possible without harming her health. Forcing her to lucid dream should always be considered a last resort.

If she is at Site-AF, she is to be locked in her room with four guards inside with her all armed with Foundation laser guns to ensure their own safety in case SCP-AFI falls asleep when they are on guard. The guard count outside the containment cell is to be increased from four to sixteen in case any Hostile Groups of Interest will try to kidnap her. 

Description: SCP-AFI is a Japanese young adult of at least 22 years old. In Japanese culture she is referred to as a Hikikomori, a shut in to be exact. SCP-AFI has refused to tell Foundation staff why she is a Hikikomori or anything else about herself other than her name being Madotsuki. SCP-AFI claims she doesn't know how she got her anomalous properties either and so far, the Foundation has found no links to it or any known Foundation anomalous resources, Items, or even any of the gods. 

When SCP-AFI goes to sleep she enters a strange dark room with 24 different doors each one leading to a different dream. Testing with the Poe Visual Dream Projector Helmet confirms this to be true. When she enters one of the rooms the setting starts leaking into our world and certain entities can manifest in our world as well. These entities are not necessarily hostile but are often disruptive and harm those close to SCP-AFI while she is sleeping. They are referred to as SCP-AFI-1 instances and sometimes resemble snowmen, objects with human limbs, hands that grow out of the floor, and/or various other chaotically random creatures. 

The most hostile creatures born form SCP-AFI's dreams are SCP-AFI-2 instances though she refers to them as the Toriningen. The SCP-AFI-2 resemble teenage girls but with elongated pig snouts on their faces and abnormally large and grotesque eyes. They all have slender bodies wearing regular blouse and long skirts. These entities are not necessarily hostile but do like to mock SCP-AFI herself and tend to get very aggressive with anyone who is close to her. Thankfully these entities are physical and not immortal in any sense, meaning although they can harm, they can also be harmed. Normal gun shots tend to do the trick but it's possible for SCP-AFI-2 instances to survive multiple shots. Laser blasts have proven to be the most effective against any entity created form SCP-AFI's dreams.

SCP-AFI is not completely powerless, by entering these dreams she has gained a diverse among of anomalous abilities that change her appearance while also allowing her to do different things. For example, her frog ability makes her have the head of a frog while also allowing her to walk on water. The snow woman form allows SCP-AFI to resemble a Yuki-onna ghost and make it snow wherever she goes. Then there is the knife form which is simple SCP-AFI holding a knife though it can never be taken from her grasp until she gets out of the form. However, she is now more intimidating to anyone who wishes to do her harm and the knife is strong enough to cut through titatium even when she is barely putting effort into cutting. There are various other abilities SCP-AFI has gotten before capture and even after capture, but they all have various degrees of power, and some are so rare in usage they are practically worthless. 

SCP-AFI was discovered in 2004 when the tenant in her building reported several strange noises coming from her room as well as her rent being past due but her refusing to come out. An officer went to her room and managed to get in only to see her jump off the balcony and die. However as soon as she fell her body vanished only to reappear on her bed. The doctors confirmed the blood on the ground is Her's yet according to the evidence it was impossible for her to jump. 

Mobile Task Force Posideon-3 "Otaku Heart" was deployed and assigned to cover up the crime scene. It was altered to the point making it seem like SCP-AFI did commit suicide and the police officer was trying to cover it up. This resulted in him getting fired and arrested. Afterwards, SCP-AFI was captured and taken into Foundation custody where she was told about the Foundation and confirmed that her anomalous abilities are real and not just dreams. SCP-AFI was confirmed to be compliant with Foundation testing but is suffering from depression and is most likely planning to take her own life again. Foundation staff are advised to be nice to her and patient with testing not to rush anything even when she claims its fine. It is with hope that the Foundation can help SCP-AFI break out of her depression so that she can be processed by the Anomalous Employment Division. Or at the very least have her powers removed so that she can be processed back into society and given a better life with Foundation compensation money.

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SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[khi27webz]

Name: Fang/ specimen # 013 - 62

Age: Unknown

D.O.B: March 2

Gender: Male

Species: Mer /Shark

Date of capture: August 20

(He was 4)

Date of escape: July 15

(He was 12)

Fang was taken when he was just a pup, he swam towards the surface against his mother's wishes and ended up caught. For 8 long years, he was abused by humans who called themselves researchers. They said they were trying to help, but it's all a cover allowing them to abuse sea creatures. Fang was mistreated so much that he became aggressive and harder for them to handle. You would think humans would want to keep a specimen alive and healthy but not these guys they couldn't care less. With all the poking and prodding it tends to make even the nicest creatures into monsters.

Meals were withheld to gain control, and retaliating he would hit his body against his tank sometimes hitting sharp edges. It got bad enough that he injured his right eye in an attempt to escape to which the researchers only bandaged his injuries (half-heartedly) and didn't bother to change them to prevent infection. After he would stay as close to the bottom of the tank as possible and the researchers mostly left him alone. Dejectedly he swam in slow tight circles his senses picking up on the change in the air. A Storm was coming and it was going to be a bad one. The humans ran around tying down anything they could but not once did they think to bring Fang back inside.

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A few hours later the storm finally arrives the wind is howling and the waves are crashing against the shores, debris flying every which way. Fang peeked through the window of his tank allowing calmness to take over, maybe this storm would be his end and he would happily accept it to which his eyes closed welcoming the darkness.

"how come they left you out in this storm?" A voice said as small hands pulled as hard as they could you out of the tank. With a little grunt you were lifted onto a back and as quickly as they could go got you to the safety of a cave not far from your tank and the research facility inside it had a small pool of water building up from the rain. How this human found you and even moved around at all in this storm was puzzling, to say the least. Opening his eyes he could see a young figure in a red coat huddling as far from the mouth of the cave and his little puddle as she could. She seemed to notice him awake and smiled as brightly as she could given the situation.

"Once the storm is over I'll take you to the ocean. Whoever you belong to is mean and ugly! If you were mine I would make sure you were taken care of!"

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I tried my luck on writing again and I don't think it's really good enough but I'm posting it anyway lol. Thanks for reading it thus far <3

[koffeetips]

Unlocking the Hidden Secrets: Why Does Coffee Make Me Sleepy?

Why Does Coffee Make Me Sleepy? Coffee is one of the most popular beverages in the world, and many people drink it to stay alert and energized. However, some people may experience the opposite effect and feel sleepy after drinking coffee. Why Does Coffee Make Me Sleepy? Lots of people ask “Why does coffee make me sleepy”? There are several possible reasons why coffee can make you sleepy, and they are related to how caffeine affects your brain, body, and hydration. Table of Contents Coffee Blocks Adenosine Adenosine is a naturally present hormone that makes you sleepy. This hormone controls your sleep-wake cycle. It increases during the awake hours and decreases while you sleep.When you consume coffee, your body absorbs caffeine, and it sticks to your adenosine receptors.This prevents adenosine from binding to them and makes you feel tired. However, this effect is only temporary. As caffeine wears off, the adenosine that was blocked will flood your receptors, making you feel even more sleepy than before. Coffee Causes Dehydration The primary reason why coffee makes you sleepy sometimes is likely because it’s making you dehydrated. Coffee is a diuretic. In other words, it makes you need to urinate.Drinking it to stay awake can quickly lead to a vicious dehydrating cycle that actually makes you more tired.Dehydration can cause headaches, fatigue, drowsiness, and reduced cognitive performance. To avoid this, make sure you drink enough water along with your coffee, especially if you drink more than one cup a day. Coffee Affects Your Blood Sugar Another reason why coffee can make you go to sleep is that it can affect your blood sugar levels. Caffeine can stimulate the release of insulin, which lowers your blood sugar.This can cause a sudden drop in energy and mood, making you feel sleepy and irritable.Moreover, if you add sugar or cream to your coffee, you may experience a sugar crash after the initial boost. This can also make you feel tired and crave more sweets.To prevent this, try drinking black coffee or adding low-calorie sweeteners instead. Coffee Interferes With Your Sleep Quality Coffee can also make you go to sleep because it interferes with your sleep quality at night. Caffeine has a half-life of about 5 hours, which means that it takes that long for half of it to leave your system.If you drink coffee in the afternoon or evening, it may still be in your bloodstream when you go to bed. This can prevent you from falling asleep quickly and reaching deep sleep stages.As a result, you may wake up feeling groggy and unrefreshed the next day. To avoid this, limit your coffee intake to the morning or early afternoon, and avoid drinking more than 400 mg of caffeine per day, about 4 cups of coffee, assuming an 8-ounce cup. Coffee Affects You Differently Finally, coffee can make you go to sleep because it affects you differently than others. Some people are more sensitive to caffeine than others, depending on their genetics, metabolism, age, weight, and other factors.Some people may feel energized and alert after drinking coffee, while others may feel jittery and anxious.Some people may metabolize caffeine faster than others, while others may retain it longer in their system. Therefore, the effects of coffee on your sleepiness may vary depending on your characteristics. Email Twitter Pinterest Facebook LinkedIn Reddit Keep In Touch If You Like My Articles. As much as I like to share my knowledge and skill with you, I love to hear from you. If you have any suggestions or comments, please click here. Also don't forget to subscribe to our quarterly newsletters if you like my blogs and like to keep in touch.Of course, read more blog posts I post now and then, such as  "Coffee and Bowel Movements: Unveiling the Connection, 3 Most Interesting Reasons!". Read the full article

[flimsy-roost]

Day 8 update:

The main reason I decided to try medication is to temper executive dysfunction issues. To preface, here is a general model for my brain starting a new task:

I have to remember the task that needs to get done

I have to determine the steps involved in the task

I have to decide to do the task (can pingpong between 2 and 3 many times if the task is particularly important or time sensitive)

I have to hype myself up to get over a nebulous hump, best described as a moderate brain-body disconnect, manifesting as a gravitational pull towards inertia; even if I really want to do the thing, and am only thinking about how I really need to get up and do the thing, I have a last-mile roadblock between me and doing the thing that I need to overcome

Using this model the preliminary guide, here's a general overview for week 1 on 18mg methylphenidate-ER (concerta):

-Positive direct effect on step 1: Mild to moderately improved memory, things like the tiny task that I need to do or the extra thing I didn't write on my grocery list, that would usually disappear into the void, will now more often return from the void when I need them

-No direct effect on step 2: multi-step and complex tasks are still a struggle to plan for, and have been repeatedly pushed back like usual

-No direct effect on step 3: correlated heavily to the no direct effect on step 2, I can't decide to do a task if I don't have at least a basic plan of attack

-Extremely positive direct effect on step 4: When I decide to do a thing, I can just... do it. The hump is imperceptibly flat. I don't need to argue with myself to make a sandwich or check the mail. I can just pop up and do it immediately! I had to make a phone reservation two days ago, and I did it within 10 minutes of remembering I needed to do it! This alone is amazing!

-As a result of step 4 improvements, I've suddenly freed up a lot of energy and brainspace that was previously reserved for getting over humps, resulting in mild indirect improvements to steps 2 and 3 (more brainpower for planning!) and mild to moderate energy boost (by 6pm I'm reasonably tired instead of communicatively catatonic) (and if we're being honestly likely contributes to the better memory, but unsure if I'd ever be able to tell if it's mostly direct or indirect)

-Possibly because of energy increase, I have a mildly improved attention span, though this applies only to things I'm actively participating in (ie conversations and tasks), and not, as I decided conclusively by hour 2 of a soils lecture, to things like passive listening of uninteresting topics

-Does not prevent me from getting tired- I'll still crash a bit after a long class and insufficient sleep- but I stay fairly awake and alert while tired instead of, again, catatonic

-Byproduct of above, has not significantly impacted my need for caffeine, only change is I'll sometimes turn down a third cold brew at 6pm, but continue to have second 6pm cold brews, this wasn't something I was hoping would change, but it's an interesting litmus test for effect on overall energy

-I'm starting to understand the advice of exercising to help with insomnia, I always would think "how can I possibly when I don't even have the energy to do the exercise in the first place" which was the genuine truth, now after a couple of days of getting a lot of things done (including a day with a dance class), the physical tiredness is new and actually does help me sleep better, like the mental tired is not enough help me sleep and also prevents me from getting physical tired, now that I have the opportunity to get physical tired it can overpower the mental energy and force me to sleep, if that at all makes sense

-The step 4 hump also often prevented me from hyperfocusing on things, now that it's gone I've been doing it more often, which is net neutral; on one hand, I spent five hours on a nitpicky design assignment, on the other, I played marvel snap for six hours straight last Saturday, kind of nice to have it back tbh

-The ear ringing/sensory sensitivity calmed down a bit by the weekend, had a smaller crash on Thursday evening but not nearly as bad as the first, definitely overall more sensitive, but because I now have no hump that prevents me from helping myself (like I'd suffer in silence if my headphones were across the room because I couldn't make myself go get them), at time of writing I consider this an acceptable tradeoff

Overall happy, it hasn't been the magic blast that some people experience, but it's absolutely helping with what I want it to help with, meeting with the psych in a week and I may consider bumping up the dose, because I'm unsure of the extent of what it's "supposed" to do

Had my second appt with my (I guess he's "my" instead of "a" now?) psychiatrist, he looked at the "do you really actually for real show ADHD traits" questionnaire I filled out and basically said "woah, those are some gnarly symptoms you've got there," and now I supposedly have a prescription incoming later tonight (despite the shortages???)

Liveblogging for my own ass (posterity)

[randynova]

Poor Petal, she must have had a panic attack when she found out she was pregnant for the first time.

She was downright terrified.

She broke down crying, screaming into her pillow, refusing to let Doma hold or console her. Surprisingly, he left her alone, letting her deal with her emotions on her own.

The only words he left her was, "Oh, [Name], I'm so happy. Soon, we're going to be parents, my sweet pretty petal!"

[Name] just couldn't understand how this happened. She was careful, so diligent in taking the tea every night. She began racking her mind, trying to make sense of it all, and search for a possibility why this small mistake occurred.

Until she recalled two months prior, where Doma's insatiable hunger for his wife consumed him. Like an animal in heat, he forced himself on her, ignoring her pleas to stop, releasing his fertile seed deep into her womb. Over and over again, he made sure every night she was filled with his cum, having the sole mission to make her bear his children.

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

Doma had to travel southward for demon duties and he felt this was the perfect opportunity for you both to get closer. A whole week together, all alone while he was free from his duties, a chance to finally have some quality bonding time without his cult. It was a dream come true.

However, this place was in the middle of nowhere, hardly any villages, let alone stores, around. All the sources you used to protect yourself from Doma were gone, the foods and teas you consumed to prevent a pregnancy out of reach.

The only people around were fellow upper moons, who stayed far away from your husband, especially you.

Thus, you were forced to endure his doting behavior, forced to play his dangerous games, and forced to let him breed you.

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"Pretty petal. So pretty, so beautiful. You're taking me so well, hah," Doma laughs, snapping his hips harshly, thick balls slapping against your skin. You bounced with every thrust, mewling and whimpering, begging him to slow down. It only stirred him on to go faster. "No, no, no, this is the best way to ensure maximum success with fertilizing you. I have to make sure my seed is as deep as possible inside you, my petal!"

The aching between your legs grew, arching your back as an orgasm washes over you once again. Your juices release over his thick cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your velvet walls constrict around him. "Ah! Ah, D-Doma!"

"Mm, hngh! P-petal! Petal! Petal! " Doma whines out, biting his bottom lip, grinning like a madman as the sweet relief of climax fast approaches him. His thrusts turn sloppy and his hips stutter. Quickly, he pulls out and leaves you feeling empty for a few seconds. He grabs your legs, hooking his arms around your knees, and pushes your thighs to your chest, claws digging into your plush skin as he starts to hammer into you. "So-so good! Such a good girl! You'll be such a good mother, sweet petal! Just you wait! I'll make you a mommy, ok? Just- fuck!"

He releases long, thick ropes of cum, painting your womb white with his fertile seed once more. He thrusts weakly, head falling back as he gasps. "Mm, ah-ah, [N-Name]...!" You squeeze your eyes shut, looking to the side, swallowing bitterly as he fills you to the brim, cum leaking out as he slides in and out. It drips onto the bed, staining the pristine, red cotton sheets.

"Oh, petal, please don't look away. I want to see you," Doma croons, pulling out with a shaky breath and looking down at the mess between your legs with a grin. White painted the sheets below like a puddle. He pulls out with a groan. Seeing the way your pussy gushes out his cum, flexing around nothing, it makes him want to take you all over again. He slides two fingers up across your folds, gathering his seed, and pushing it back into your sopping hole with his fingertips. He hums whilsts you whine, rocking your hips at the weird sensation. "Such a pretty sight, you took me so well, petal. I'm so proud of you!"

He's met with silence. Though, it doesn't bother him as he already fulfilled his task for the night. After five long rounds, he believes its enough for the day and he'll repeat the process tomorrow. For now, both of you need rest, we'll, mainly you if you're going to stay awake during the whole ordeal.

You were in a daze as Doma cleaned both you and himself up, changing the sheets into soft clean ones, and covering your body with the blankets, tucking it in.

"Good night, my pretty wife," Doma whispers, taking his spot beside you, his arms slithering around your frame and pulling you close. His chest pressed against your nude back, his legs tangling in yours, and he buried his face in your hair, taking a deep breath of your sweet aroma. "I love you..."

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Immediately after coming back from your journey, Doma became busy, his schedule packed to the brim with orders from his master. It irritated him, saddened him even, that he would be apart from you for a while.

As much as he loved ravishing your body every night, he had to focus on completing every task with precise accuracy. He doesn't want to disappoint his master after all.

But before he left you alone the first night back, he replaced your assigned follower with a different one. One that reported back to him and carried out his orders, their loyalty to the demon overriding their morals to protect you.

He wasn't stupid. It didn't take long for him to figure out the tea you drank prevented you from becoming pregnant, a huge change to the tea he got to make you fertile. The news did upset him, but he hid the discovery and played along with your little antics. It made him try to come up with a solution, where he disguised the tea you drank to better fit his wishes.

Like an unsuspecting mouse, you walked right into the cat's claws.

Anyone who tried helping you was either eaten by Doma or killed by him in another manner. If the actions of a stupid, disloyal follower was keeping him away from his dream of having a family, the demon won't hesitate to get rid of them. They should know better.

Doma's dreams are his followers' orders.

If he says he dreamt of eating a hundred virgins, his followers should offer him the bountiful feast of meat from a hundred virgins.

If he says he dreamt of growing his cult, his followers should go out and recruit people to join them.

Now, if he says he dreams of a child with his wife, his followers should offer their help and make sure he gets his child.

By god, did they live up to his expectations for once. Everyone - from the ones who prepared your meals to the new members who brought you gifts - made sure every small action built up to the final wish of their leader's plan.

Every food and drink you consumed had been carefully chosen to help make you plump and help the baby grow. Every bath had been filled with excotic herbs to soothe your changing body. Every offering had slowly been gearing towards a human smaller than you. Yet, you never really paid attention to the small differences.

Doma noticed how tired you seem lately, how you complained to the follower assigned to you about the tenderness of your breast and the pain of your abdominal and pelvis area, and even how different you looked, almost glowing.

At first, he didn't put the pieces together. Surely all women were like this, right? Yet, that wasn't the case.

He found himself always wondering why your emotions were easily more unhinged, why you ate the foods he hand-fed you more easily, or why you were napping in the afternoon. Yes, he liked these changes and welcomed them eagerly, believing you were finally warming up to him. But why?

After nearly six weeks, you were worried why your period didn't come. You speculated the stress could have been a prominent factor in causing your late cycle, sometimes occurring in your youth. You seem bloated lately as well, you note, or it could've been weight gain due to the food you have been eating lately. Thus you brushed it off.

It'll come soon, you just know it. Afterall, you're still a human and change is a part of life.

In another area of the temple, a different situation was unfolding. When the trusted follower reported to Doma about your very late menstrual cycle, he clapped with joy like a child being entertained. Of course! How slow can he be?! You finally are carrying his child! The hormonal changes affected how you behaved with him and the sudden weight gain explained it all.

Oh, he just couldn't wait for the day to come!

However...

He had to make sure you did nothing irresponsible to push back his dream.

Doma became more strict and possessive with you. He didn't let you go anywhere alone. Even if you were in the privacy of your room, someone had to be there.

The days where you spent waiting for him in your bedroom were now spent at his side. He forced you to sit on his lap like before, feeding you more than you're used to. Any question concerning his increase of doting behavior was met with a laugh and a kiss to your cheek. "I just love you so much, I want you to be healthy!"

Doma isn't stupid. He knew the moment he mentioned, or even insinuated, you were pregnant, you would break down and possibly affect the baby negatively. He didn't know if you were capable of taking drastic measures of getting rid of it this far along, but he didn't want to find out.

With careful, watchful eyes, Doma made sure everyday you were fed well, that you were always protected, and made sure nothing upset you. He went the extra mile to find medicine and herbs incase you ever fell ill. The demon made sure your attention was always occupied to keep from noticing your changing body.

To say it worked was an understatement.

By the fifth month, you realized despite your growing stomach, you weren't gaining weight anywhere else. Most of your clothes fit like a glove except around your abdomen.

Your heart began to race as you wracked your mind of the events for the past few months.

When was the last time you had gotten your period?

You don't recall changing your sheets every month because you stained it, nor do you recall dealing with the hassle of keeping yourself clean. Come to think of it, you felt at ease these past few months, the usual cramps and cravings you felt no longer bothering you like before.

Ridding yourself of your clothes, slipping your kimono off until you're left in your undergarments of hadajyuban and susuyoke. You undid your sash and revealed your stomach. You're met with the sight of your bulging tummy and tender breasts. Pressing a finger pad to the skin of your stomach, it seemed firm instead of soft and plush. With a shaky breath, you pressed your palms against your stomach and...

Kick. Kick.

You removed your hands immediately, face falling. No...

No. No! No! No!

How didn't you notice it before!?

Your chest fell and rose quickly with every breath you took, hyperventilating as the situation dawned on you. You were pregnant. Actually pregnant with that damn demon's child. A bellowing scream ripped from your throat, the high-pitch intensity resonating like shattering glass throughout the temple.

Doma raced to your bedroom, fearing the worse as he heard his wife scream. He ran into the bedroom, only to be met with your form bawling on the floor, hunched over as sobs wracked your body. Followers tried to console you, yet you ignored them.

Doma approached you carefully and crouched down, but the moment he put a hand on your back, you whipped your head and cracked your hand across his face like a whip. He fell back, catching himself, shock etched into his features. You... You hit him? He paid no mind to the followers who raced to his side, asking him if he was okay. He was more surprised you dared slap him.

The stinging of his cheek didn't hurt , but it caught him off guard. He looked up and leered at you with wide eyes. Yet he clashed with the burning, sorrowful gaze you held.

"Fuck you! Goddamnit, leave me alone, you monster! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!!" You screech, standing up and burying your face in your hands. Tears slipped through your fingers and dripped to the floor.

Doma smiled, finally understanding why you were reacting the way you were. He began chuckling, then giggling, and then he broke into a fit of laughter. He stood up and held a hand to his face, looking at you with a crazed, delighted expression on his face. Gleefully, he spoke, "Oh, petal! You finally caught on!"

You shake your head and begin crying louder, turning your back to the demon. "No, no, no...," you whimper.

"We're going to be parents...," Doma croons, taking small, quiet steps towards you. Like before, he tries pulling you close but you brush him off.

"Please... Please, just leave me alone...!"

"Oh, [Name], you'll see. Once our baby is here, you'll love being a mommy. Just like I'll love being a papa...!"

"No... I didn't want this...."

"But I did! I told you for so long...," Doma whispers, uncomfortably close to you. He lets out a breathy laugh. "And now that you're finally with child, I'm going to make sure I see my baby no matter what."

You could only stand in horror, listening to his voice. The panic crawled up your throat, fear taking hold of you as you froze up. With bated breath, you wait for him to leave. But his next words made your heart drop and blood run cold.

"I'm willing to do anything for our child, [Name]. Even if it means I may have to hurt you to guarantee their safe arrival."

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

Doma is not submissive and breedable. He is dominant and fertile.

He finally has his wish of having a family with the woman he loves.

And he'll do anything to make it come true.

Even if it means he has to become the monster and hurt you to get it.

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

©𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊 || 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 || 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜,

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[lazywolfwanted]

Bedtime headcanon for the Wukongverse.

This is just a joke I swear but alas it's keep coming into my mind.

Check out @theweirdhybrid, they are the creator of Wukongverse. I only made this just for fun.

The Eldest Wukong's

Possible will stay late until 12 a.m or 1 a.m

Dasheng made sure Luir went to bed on 8 or 9 p.m, considered he was a growing boy

He would went to bed on 12 a.m, just to make sure everything (and everyone went to bed) was alright

Still feel paranoid about being attack while they all sleeping

Uncle would just relax in the living room before he went to bed

Reason : watching his late night Favorite show

It also because he couldn't sleep early for some reason that he didn't know why

King would just stay late night because he feel like it

He doesn't look sleepy at all

Sometimes he didn't sleep for a days but he have a reason (trauma and nightmare-)

The Two First Youngest Wukong's

Might stay awake until 10 or 9 p.m

Sage would just went back to sleep even tho he have a long afternoon and evening nap

Fruitie would sleep with him, he doesn't mind the fruit child sleeping with him

Sunny would probably sleep at 10 p.m straight

Exhausted of day or just wanted to skip late night chore's

There some other night both of them didn't sleep at all

The Two Youngest Wukong's

Would sleep earlier on 8 or 9 p.m

Lucky would always watch his show or other interesting stuff that entertainment him before he went to bed

In the midnight, he would went to the kitchen to have some snack or just feeling thirsty

Sometimes others found him sleeping on the kitchen floor in the morning

Reason why Dasheng stay awake until midnight because he didn't want Lucky to fell asleep in the kitchen

Sleep walk

Sun Rudz was the earliest on heading to bed

Sleep at 7 p.m straight

Others was concerns and ask Zhuan Ash about it

He explain how Sun Rudz have a harsh training when she was just a child

He also quickly explain the reason why his cousin parents made her trained really hard (Wich also made her parents feel guilty on making her suffer from training but having no other option and she understand that)

It's because something bad happened that leave Sun Rudz a disturbing scar from the past

It was also to prevented her to control her strength (wich was a mix between Dragon warrior and Monkey King's strength)

They were really worried, seeing she was really exhausted

She really hide it really well

Would went to Dasheng for cuddles

He doesn't mind, after knowing what happened to her.

This is just for fun. Make sure to check out Wukongverse from their original creator.

[lila-skies]

a future worth yearning for.

prompt: mitsuya and his fantasies of building a future with you.

pairings: mitsuya takashi x reader

words: 2,649

warnings: fluff... i suck at writing fluff istg but i tried. friends to lovers (?) word vomit again so more narrations than dialogues. possible grammatical and typographical errors bc i never proofread.

for a seventeen-year old boy, mitsuya takashi surely has a lot of baggage on his plate. from the situation at home and having to look after his little sisters most of the time, to being the second division captain and meditator of the tokyo manji gang, and to his academics while being a president of a school club.

it’s not like he hates his life. well, maybe he did, but that was when he was younger and didn’t know any better. after that day he ran away from home, he began to understood the situation they’re in much more. his mother, without a better half, has to pour her blood, sweat and tears in order to provide for them. being relied on by his mother at a young age as the eldest child is the only choice.

as for tokyo manji, even if it means handling a bunch of troublemaker teenagers, he's not really complaining. he enjoys their company, anyway. but more than that, he considers it as an outlet when he feels the need to run away once again. school is a given, he needs to study hard to not put her mother's effort to waste, plus the club he leads is his passion. so he's not really complaining, and he understands the circumstances better than before.

however, for a seventeen-year old, it can still get tiring sometimes, even if those are already a part of his everyday routine.

that's why, he's thankful to have his own someone he can rely on.

it's almost midnight. the gang fight ended late and after that, mikey demanded for an impromptu meeting. he's so beat that he's ready to drop any moment. for the next three days, their mother will be away due to work. and since it's the weekend, he can only hope that luna and mana didn't stay up late. careful not to make any noise, mitsuya opens the door as slowly as he could. the lights in the living room are still turned on, but there's no sign of luna and mana. being awake, at least.

because all three of you are in the living room, sleeping soundly. luna is clinging to your side, while mana is on top of you, and your right arm is placed securely around her small body to prevent her from rolling over. by the looks of it, mitsuya assumes you cleaned the entire house and managed to get the two to help you, seeing how there are no toys scattered all over the place.

this is exactly why he's thankful to have you around. he asked you earlier if you could come over and look after his sisters to which you immediately said yes to. mitsuya doesn't recall when and how did he start seeking for your help when he's not that type of person in the first place. growing up needing to take care of his younger sisters, mitsuya has become responsible and independent that he doesn't see the use to ask for anyone's help. that is, until you entered his life. there's something in you that pulls him in, that makes him want to always accept the aid you offer. if it's only because it's difficult to turn down such kindness or if it's because he has familiarized himself with the domesticity, he's not entirely sure, and he doesn't let himself linger on the thought for a long time.

you've known each other for not more than three years. surprisingly enough, you climbed your way to the top as the person mitsuya can depend on. he needs someone to stay with luna and mana? you're a call away. he got into a fight and needs to be treated before going home? he drives straight to yours. when he’s so close to falling apart? it’s your shoulder he leans on. it’s scary, mitsuya thinks, how he’s too familiar with it all  — with the way your eyes crinkle into a smile whenever you lend him a hand, or with how tears well up in your eyes when he’s hurt. with you and the comfort he never knew he needed that you bring with you. it's scary, how your presence is that one thing he wants to distance himself from, yet at the same time it's something he longs for.

it's too frightening because he's too used to it. and what if it doesn't last?

but what if it does? he stares at yours and his sisters’ sleeping figures, basking in the tenderness of the moment —letting the warmth bloom and permeate every fiber of his being. for the first time, without any restriction, mitsuya succumbs to the urge of imagining a future he doesn’t even know if he’s allowed to yearn for — with you.

“takashi?”

in your drowsy state, you had to ensure if this is a dream or a reality, or if the person in front of you is really mitsuya. because why is he looking at you like that? like all the exquisite things the world could offer him are bundled into one that is you. 

“sorry, did i wake you?” mitsuya asks, gaze avoiding yours and focuses on mana who’s still on top of you. “is she heavy? do you want me to move her?”

“no, no. it’s fine, really,” you shake your head in refusal. “she wakes up if i put her down. i already tried earlier, and she just kept on coming back.”

“they really like clinging to you,” mitsuya points. not that he’s complaining.

“yeah, they do! i don’t find it bothersome if you’re worrying about it.” one of the things mitsuya admires about you is this — how you always assure him that it’s never a pain in the neck even if he doesn’t ask. you just do. “it kind of shows in your face, you know?”

“thanks for taking care of them tonight.”

“no worries, takashi! i really enjoy spending time with them.”

mitsuya checks the time. 12:30 midnight. usually, you would still go home at this hour, but that’s only when his mother is home, so he can send you home. now that she isn’t, he can ask you to stay over, right? 

“you can spend the night here, y/n.”

“huh? i can go home by myself, though.”

“no!” he answers, a bit too adamant than he intended to. “i mean. it’s too late, i’m not letting you go home all by yourself, but i also can’t leave these two here.”

“hmmm...” you consider. he’s got a point. “alright! i’ll just go home tomorrow morning, then.”

mitsuya watches how mana snuggles closer to you, resulting in you doing the same thing with a fond smile on your lips. instead of literally just gawking at you, mitsuya slides the first aid kit you probably prepared beforehand closer to him and shifts his attention to tending himself. he can’t have these having a nice future with you fantasies when you’re in front of him. 

“do you need help with that?” you ask, and mitsuya wonders how are you going to help him when his sisters took possession of your hands. “i can help.”

“no, it’s fine. luna and mana will just pull your hand back if they don’t feel it on them.”

“you have a lot of bruises tonight, takashi. were the opponents tough?”

“not really. i was just caught off guard for a short while.”

“be careful next time,” you remind him. “can’t have another opponent hit you in the head again, right?”

and then you laugh silently. you may be laughing now, but mitsuya vividly remembers how you were reduced to tears right away after catching sight of him being treated in the emergency room before.

“takashi.”

“hm?”

“you haven’t put a medicine on the one near your lips."

"here?" he asks, placing the cotton on the opposite side.

"no, not there," you say, pulling your hand from mana to pluck a ball of cotton. "come closer."

and almost as if he’s under a spell, bewitched by those two words alone, he moves closer. too close, in fact. his face is right above yours and to support himself, his arms are placed on your side and luna, completely trapping you beneath him. it’s too close that you can feel his breath tickling your skin. 

“you know, you really should not let your guard down in a fight,” you chide as you gently dab the cotton on his cut, your eyes looking at everything but his eyes. how can you when his own are fixated on you?

“yeah, i will keep that in mind.”

mitsuya’s silent, examining all your features he’s never gotten the chance to look at this closely before. he already knows it, but god, you’re too pretty to be true. your eyelashes are really long, and your eyes? they’re filled with light and life. and he wants to make that light burn brighter by doing all the things your heart desires; he will never let that light flicker. 

and god. oh god, don’t get him started with your lips. for a moment, he wonders if your lips are just as soft as your hands? or will they not be since you have this habit of peeling off the skin when you’re nervous? either way, he really doesn’t care because he’d fucking kiss you in a heartbeat if you allow him to. he bites his own, resisting the selfish impulse to lean down coursing through him.

“there, i’m done!”

“thanks,” he mumbles, sitting up straight. you notice that the tip of his ears are red, but you don’t say a thing. after all, you’re not one to talk when you feel like there are millions of butterflies fluttering inside you. “i’ll just go wash up.”

mitsuya spent almost an hour in the bathroom to calm down his heart hammering his chest. the thought of what if he kissed you never left is his mind the entire time he was inside. would you have pushed him away for being greedy or would you have let him with a thought in mind that maybe your lips have always been meant to lock with his? just like him.

it’s already dark in the living room when mitsuya steps out of the bathroom, but he knows you’re still awake, hearing you hum lullabies to his sisters who are already fast asleep. 

“you can go sleep in your bedroom, takashi. we’re okay here.”

“no, i’ll stay here,” lying beside luna, he spreads the blanket wider to cover all four of you. “good night, y/n.”

“good night, takashi.”

a beat of silence. five minutes, ten minutes turned to twenty and mitsuya breaks it.

“hey. do you think it’s weird?”

“what is?”

“that i want to have a future like this?”

“it’s not. i think it’s pretty normal for us to crave for a future and a family with the person we love. you get my point?”

“even if the person i want to build a future with is you?”

“huh?”

the realization only struck him when he heard your response. it’s not like he regrets telling you that, but what if you don’t like it? don’t like him that way? what if the warmth he’s grown so accustomed to dissipates into thin air one day? what if he loses you because of his own slipup? he can’t. 

“i’m sorry... i didn’t mean to, i was just. i’m really sleepy, i don’t know what i’m saying,” he apologizes, the panic evident in his voice. “forget that. i’m really sorry. go to sleep.”

you hold back a giggle as you listen to mitsuya stammer and moving around that you’re afraid he’ll wake luna up. it’s your first time witnessing him like that, you find it quite amusing. he’s calm most of the time, and you never knew that it only takes yourself for that image to crack.

“stop moving, you’ll wake luna up. you know how grumpy she gets when she just woke up, especially if she was disturbed.” 

“yeah, right. sorry.”

“but you know...” you whisper, the hem of your shirt clenched in your hand. “it’s not weird.”

it’s his turn to be confused. “huh?”

“it’s not weird because i... well, i also think about it, you know? building a future. not just with anyone, though but with you.” you confess, feeling relieved that the lights are turned off because you’re sure you’re a blushing mess. “all the time.”

it’s still quite a shame, though. you can’t see the takashi mitsuya, the ever levelheaded takashi mitsuya, in the same shoes as you are that he’s so lost for words.

"good night, takashi."

“yeah... okay, good night.”

needless to say, mitsuya fell asleep placidly, knowing the warmth and you are going to last for a long time in his life. and maybe, stay forever, too.

mitsuya wakes up the next day with the sound of luna and mana running around the living room and the clanging noises coming from the kitchen. he stares at the ceiling, blinks as he process what those noises could be and bolts his way to the kitchen.

"what are you doing?" even if he already knows, he still bothers to ask.

"uhm, i'm making breakfast," you say with a sheepish smile. "because luna and mana are hungry, but they don't want to wake you up, so here i am..."

he eyes your appearance. your messy bun is literally messy, it's almost falling and some strands of your hair are sticking to your face. the shirt you have on is stained with oil, and it's really safe to assume that you did fight for your life inside the kitchen. and the kitchen? it looks like a huge storm just passed through.

still, mitsuya can't help but to tease you. "but you don't know how to cook."

"hey, don't be like that!" you retaliate. "i can... i can at least do this much!"

the boy bursts out laughing, and you would honestly kick him in the shin to shut him up if only you're not too smitten with the sound of his laughter and with mitsuya himself.

mitsuya makes his way over to you to remove your hair tie and run his hand through your hair softly before tying it up again himself just like the way you love it. he's watched you do that countless times, so he has the idea how big the bun should be and how tight you prefer it to be. and if you say you the action didn't sweep you off your feet, you'd be lying.

snatching the spatula in your hand, he says. "i'll take over. just help me set the table, alright?"

"fine, fine," you back down, raising your hands. "i'll help you clean up later! it's my fault why it's so messy, anyway."

"mhm. okay then. now go, i'll be done in a few."

so, you exit the kitchen, calling for mana and luna. "luna! mana! would you like to help nee-chan set the table for breakfast?"

"okay, nee-chan! coming!"

mitsuya steals a glance at you, taking in the sight of you affectionately guiding his sisters. and for once, he allows himself to linger on the thought why he can never turn down your kind offers longer than usual. there's really only one answer to that, and he just didn't want to acknowledge it before but now, he does. it's because he got so used to it and since then, he has never imagined himself being with someone that isn't you in the future.

so, mitsuya thinks that perhaps he can yearn for that future until he doesn't have to anymore because you're already a part of his new daily routine by then, with children that aren't luna and mana but your own— because you're already his.

mitsuya can and he will.

[lily-drake]

Fantasy/Twin AU

Sorry for being late and not posting for a bit. Was a bit burnt out and had writer block. I will go back to write the other days soon though. Also, sorry, I suck at writing wing aus, this is my first time doing it.

Earth J-236, an earth full of mystical life.  An earth where everyone is born with wings.  Your wings represented who you are; well not really, but that’s what people believed.  If your wings were bright and colorful then you were obviously an amazing person, but if your wings were darker or had little color, then you have great evil in your soul.  Marinette was born seconds after her twin, Damian.  It takes a few years before your wings fully grow in, usually to about 6.  But with the accelerated growth serums used in their artificial wombs, it took them till they were three for their feathers to sprout.  Damian’s were black like their father’s with subtle hints of red like their mothers.  Marinette’s were pure black, devoid of any color, and her mother was so proud of that.  She was the League’s charm, for it’s believed that anyone with pure black wings was pure evil.  Her only purpose being to protect her brother, nothing else was more important than her brother’s safety.  She would die for him, because if he died she might as well have died as well as her only purpose for living would be gone.

Damian glared at his sister, his wings ruffling in annoyance.  She was hovering close to him again, and she never said anything to him ever unless she was completely sure they were alone.  He did not believe that his sister was or could ever be, “pure evil” just because of her wings.  In fact, her mannerisms are the exact opposite of what people believed.  She, in her own ways, is caring, sweet, and protective.  He had seen, and helped, her nurse a baby bird that had fallen from its nest back to health.  She would often place little things around the base for only him to find such as some extra baklava, a throwing knife, a drawing of someone, beads, or other random objects.  Grandfather had always been extra hard on her, making sure she wouldn’t betray them, she wouldn’t become “evil enough to lose herself”.  Sometimes she would sneak into his room at night, and it tore him apart to see silent tears run down his little sister's face as small black raven feathers fell onto the floor from her days worth of training.  He had been learning how to fly, her wings had been clipped every two or three months so she could not leave the base.  She had learned long ago to control her facial and wing expressions, but he could always see the droop in them and the sad shine in her eyes as she stood on the ground while he was in the air.

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Marinette looked up and watched as the fiery Phoenix flew through the air setting Nada Parabat aflame.  She didn’t feel much as she watched her grandfather get blown up.  She only felt great anxiety and fear as she could not find her brother.  She loved her brother, and if her job was to cause chaos, she would make sure she could prevent it from hurting him.  Grandfather had told her about how cursed she was, it’s why they had to be extra tough on her, and she understood that.  They couldn’t have her hurting anyone they needed, only the people they wanted gone.  She was angry at grandfather yesterday for taking some of her feathers for failing a task, this must have been her fault.  She didn’t want to hurt her brother, her wings had only proven nothing but destruction.  She had to leave now, then she could go where no one else was, and she wouldn’t have to hurt anyone else.  So like a coward, like the disgrace she was, she ran.  She kept her wings tight against her back making sure that no one could grab them as she ran.  An arrow hit one of them, but she didn’t have time to think about the burning pain as she ran and ran and ran farther and farther and farther away.  Tears ran down her cheeks as she silently prayed that her brother would be okay.

She didn’t know how long she ran, but she knew it must have been a really long time as she had just collapsed from exhaustion in the woods.  She looked back at her wings and slowly and carefully spread them out and hissed in pain from where the arrow had pierced her left wing.  Drops of red slowly dripped down her feathers and dropped on the ground.  She quickly closed them and made sure they were as small and put away as possible.  She looked up at the trees made of brass with different colored jade leaves.  Pearl-like apples growing on a few.  She watched a baby griffon follow it’s mother in the distance, turtle ducks waddling to a pond somewhere nearby, deer nibbling on plants, she could hear the rustling of leaves and branches from unseen creatures and everything was getting more blurry and dark.  She was cold, it felt very cold.  She slowly unwound her wings from around herself and closed them tightly around her, but that didn’t stop the chill that went deep down to her bones.  She was a failure, a mistake, she would only cause harm.  Here she wouldn’t be able to do that, and if she died here, then no one would be hurt by her again, and wasn’t that such a nice thought.

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Tom and Sabine had finally been able to hire some trusted employees and explore places in Tibet.  They had made lots of money over the years with their successful bakery, and they thought now was a better time than ever to go on a real honeymoon as they hadn’t been able to afford it before when the bakery had first started.  It was during one of these forest explorations when they saw a trail of little drops of blood and felt they needed to follow it.  What they discovered broke their hearts.  There lying on the cold forest floor was what appeared to be a child hugging their very black wings around them.  They knew of the rumors and myths of black winged people, but they did not care.  They believed that their wings were not what made them evil, but rather situations put into their lives.  Sabine quickly checked for a pulse, and though it was slow she sighed in relief when she felt it.  She quickly handed the small unconscious girl to Tom and they both quickly went to the nearest hospital.  How could someone leave such a small child all alone to die like that?  It looked as if she had been injured if the dried blood on the small fragile wings said anything.  And worst of all, upon closer examination, they had been clipped, recently too.

As soon as they arrived they carried the small girl to the front and demanded that they take her in.  They waited until the doctors were done and gave them permission to visit claiming to be the girl’s adopted parents.  It wasn’t technically a lie, they would be soon even if Sabine had to force it to happen.

When Marinette woke up she knew something was off.  She was under a blanket, she’s never been given a blanket before.  The sent of bleach and chemicals were everywhere and it hurt her nose.  There was a beeping noise next to her that was giving her a headache.  She didn’t know where she was, and that was bad.  She opened her eyes a small fraction so nobody could see she was awake and looked around as much as she could.  The entire room was white and there were bright lights.  There were two strange people waiting in chairs near where she was laying.  She wondered if they were the ones who brought her here.  Slowly she opened them up all the way and silently sat up.  It’s best to make no noise, then she wouldn’t disturb anyone.

“Oh sweety, I’m so glad you’re awake.”

The woman said in a cheery and relieved manner, but she just continued to watch and study them silently.  Her wings felt stiff against her back, though she made sure they didn’t move or give anything away.

“How are you feeling dear?”

Silence greeted them, and her face remained as impassive as ever.  They wanted something, why else would they save a freak like her?  What were they aiming for here?

“Did your parents hurt you?  If so, we can take you away from them.”

Marinette’s eyes widened only a fraction.  These were randoms, innocents if you will.  They obviously had no idea who she was, and they seemed unafraid of her and her wings.  Did they not know how dangerous she was, didn’t they know that black wings meant she was cursed?  The man and the woman looked at eachother and spread their wings.  Marinette was shocked, but she wouldn’t show it.

The large man had light brown eagle wings while the small woman had white and black woodpecker wings.  She wanted to reach out and touch the feathers, but then something bad would happen to them, so she held her hands together.

“We don’t care what your wing color is.  Your wings don’t define who you are, it’s what you do with your life that does.  Can we please help you?”

The woman said sincerely as she gripped the man’s hand in hers.  She felt a pull to them, something telling her to accept.  She didn’t want to hurt them though.  But maybe she could protect them?  Maybe she could find a way around her curse and make sure they don’t get hurt?  Slowly she nodded and they both looked so happy when she did.  She hoped that she wouldn’t hurt them, they didn’t deserve to be cursed.  Maybe if she didn’t touch them things would be ok.  If she didn’t let them touch her then it wouldn’t spread.  She could do this!

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Apparently she couldn’t do it because this is a very affectionate family, and the first thing that happened before they let her sleep on their —super fluffy, pure Heaven— bed was give her a hug.  She had made sure that her wings were tucked under her clothes and tight against her back the entire time though.  So they didn’t touch her wings, so maybe that meant they wouldn’t be cursed.

It was strange, because the next morning they went to a courthouse, and she was adopted.  She hadn’t said anything throughout the entire event, she just watched and observed what people did.  They stayed in Tibet for another few days before they flew to Paris, France.  This was supposed to be her new home.  The city of light and love.  Maybe here, it would stop her curse.  It was so bright that it had to block out her darkness.  She still always carried one of her knives with her, she felt naked without one.  Tom and Sabine seemed to understand somehow, and said that it was her business and that was enough for them till she was ready to talk about it.  It was strange not to be interrogated for now wanting to tell someone something.

Marinette had lived with the Dupain-Chengs for about a year now.  It was strange really, they were honest business people and their joy was always sincere.  They didn’t question much of what she did even though it was probably weird to them.  They didn’t punish her for messing up like the league did, and they never went near her wings without permission.  They never plucked her feathers, and they would often ask if they could preen her wings.  She would refuse every time, but she would often wonder what it would be like to have someone else touch them.  Think of what it would be like if she weren’t cursed.  When it was time for school she would always wrap them around herself then tape them so no one would see or be able to touch them.  Things were finally going well, she couldn’t risk it now!

There was a blonde brat that liked to act like she was above her, and because her wings were always hidden with no explanation she made sure everyone knew that she was “wingless”.  She didn’t care though, being wingless was better than being evil winged.  She never really said anything in class or to other students, she never gave much reaction keeping her stoic face up.  The brat left her alone soon after for being a, “ridiculous!  Utterly ridiculous freak.”  And nobody was the wiser.

Being Lady Chaos was….the best thing that ever happened to her if she was being honest.  Even with pure black wings, people still thought she was a hero.  She never flew, she was scared she’d fall and die.  She was never allowed to fly before, and even if she technically can do so now, it’s not worth the risk.  Her partner though, Mr. Bug has gold, red, and black wings.  He can fly through the air with ease she wished she desperately had.  Sometimes after patrol she would go to the very top of the Eiffel Tower and just stretch her wings out as far out as she could.  She would close her eyes as the wind blew past her and ruffled her feathers and pretend that she was soaring through the air.

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Year three of living with Tom and Sabine she was comfortable talking to them more, and with Plagg there to control her chaos she finally let them touch her wings.  It was strange really, she never took care of her wings, never cared enough to.  When she first felt the hands on her feathers she had to will herself not to draw them back for fear of them plucking or ripped out.  But Sabine’s hands were so gentle and smooth that they seemed to move on their own and go closer to her touch.  Sabine would smile and hum as she gently preened the dark raven feathers that were soft and smooth.  Maybe she could finally tell the class that she wasn’t wingless soon, and maybe they would be okay with it.

No, they would not as she learned from listening to her classmates talk to the new student, Lila Rossi.  To them Lady Chaos was the only good black winged person because she was chasing after Mr. Bug to earn his affections.  Lady Chaos was obviously evil before she met Mr. Bug and she would always be evil no matter what she did.  Marinette felt nauseous that she ever thought about telling them the truth.  She had never felt more betrayed than she felt now, because she had given them her trust, and they broke it without even knowing it.  After that day, she made extra sure that her wings were hidden and wore a bit thicker clothing just in case.  Tom and Sabine are a little worried about it, but she calmed them pretty quickly.  She was fine, it wasn’t like they were all great friends to begin with.  That’s probably why everyone sides with Lila and decides that she’s a terrible person.

She had tried leaving her past behind, pretending that she didn’t hurt and kill people.  Pretend that she wasn’t a weapon.  She tried to push it far away, but it wasn’t enough.  It was never enough.  She had abandoned her brother.  She betrayed the league.  She did unspeakable things to please someone who would never care about her, just her use.  The city of lights seems duller than usual, it was probably her fault Hawkmoth came to be in the first place, afterall she was cursed to bring ruin everywhere she went.

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Lila and Chloe thought it would be a great idea to bring everybody to the Crime Capital of the World for their senior trip.  Probably to watch people flounder and worry when things go wrong, which they definitely would.  She had stopped Hawkmoth a month before the trip, but Mr. Bug took all the credit for it. The arrogant self centered bas*.  Adrien kept giving her side glances that always made her feel uncomfortable and slightly disgusted.  During school he would try to touch her with every chance he’d get.  He almost discovered her wings at one point.  She couldn’t do anything about it before because of the stupid your-rich-so-do-whatever-the-heck-you-want treatment.  Now that Adrien’s family fortune is gone, and people don’t trust him because of what his dad did, so he has to be more careful.  He now kept some distance, which she was extremely grateful for.

She would have broken his hand, she had imagined it plus other things more than once.  But then Tom and Sabine would get in trouble by Gabriel for her actions.  They didn’t deserve that, they had been nothing but good to her since they found her abandoned in that forest.

She would be fine though, as long as Lila had a grip on his arm and she was in the back, away from him.  She listened to their tour guide, Richard Grayson, talk about the history and importance of WE.  The architecture was brilliant really, and you couldn’t blame her for having to draw and sketch it.  She often thought of Damian when she sketched.  She used to leave drawings for him around the base, little things that expressed her adoration for him without getting too close.  She wondered if he was still with the league, had he escaped, did he die?  She hoped that wasn’t the case, she hoped that he would be alive and well.  Bright orange and white wings nearly slapped her in the face if she hadn’t stopped right before the movement had occurred.

“Oh my gosh!  I’m so sorry Marinette!  Sometimes my wings just spasm out of control like that!  I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Marinette just silently rolled her eyes and took a few steps backward and watched the class glare at her waiting for her to comfort the liar.  She would never lower herself to do that.  She was still an Al Ghul afterall, even if she did leave it behind when she fled.  She was thankful when lunch came, she waited far away from the line and watched silently from a dark corner to make sure no one would hurt her.  Then she felt it, a hand touching her back feeling for something.  She quickly and instinctively grabbed the arm and twisted it behind them pinning it behind their back at a painful angle.

“Ukhti, let go.”

Marinette knew that voice.  She remembered that name and she could feel her heart stop.  The lunchroom was silent as they watched the small bluenette silently and quickly release the “Ice Prince”. Everyone watched with bated breaths to see what would happen next.  The boy’s wings were ruffled in agitation and fear.

“Where are they?”

He demanded.  Marinette knew what he was talking about, she simply wrapped her arms around herself and turned her head away definitely.

“Why are you hiding them, Malak?  Please.”

Marinette could feel her wings moving in defiance to what her brain was saying.  They wanted to be shown, they wanted to be touched by her brother again.  She looked down and slowly uncrossed her arms from her body.  Damian gently took her hands in his and looked directly into her eyes.

“Everything will be ok, Taw'ami.”

She slowly nodded and with shaky fingers reached under her hoodie and began to slowly unwrap the tape that kept her wings confined.  When all the tape was in her hands she hesitantly removed her hoodie and let her wings unfold from around herself and into the open.  She had made shirts that let her wings slip through slits in the back that were tailored to her wings specifically and were most comfortable.  Damian marveled at how big her raven wings had grown and how shiny they were.  He reached out a hand slowly and gently ran his fingers down the inky black that was her wings.

Shouts of fear and accusations were thrown at her, mostly from her class.  She didn’t listen though, she just observed.  The tour guide was coming over now, probably to kick her out.  He had such lovely wings though,  they were a deep navy blue that looked similar to black with dark red and light blue running through them.  They looked so well kept and soft.

“Damian, what’s happening?  Who is this?”

“Grayson, meet my twin sister, Marinette.”

“You have a twin?!”

Richard exclaimed loudly, drawing even more attention.  The insults and jeers stopped after that.  She looked over at the class and smirked when she saw their shock and confusion.

“Yes, keep up.”

Damian said brusquely.  They must know each other well then.

“Come, we must take her away from these imbeciles and take her to father.”

Damian grabbed her wrist and tugged, her quickly falling into line like she used to when he did this.

“Now tell me Ukhti, have you been taking care of yourself?”

She nodded as they came to an elevator and walked into it with Richard right behind them.  Marinette felt her feathers fluff up nervously.  She wasn’t in control of them right now, and she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Damian ran a hand gently down her right wing trying to smooth it down.

“Things will be fine Marinette.  Just watch, father will be glad to meet you.”

She looked him in the eyes and squeezed her hands together.

“No, I have not told him about you.  Things will be fine though.”

He seemed to understand her weird way of communicating, she still didn’t understand how he did.  Richard cleared his throat and both turned to look at him.

“Sorry to interrupt, but um…I’m Dick, I’m Damian’s, and yours I guess, oldest brother.  It’s nice to meet you.”

He spread his wings in a welcoming way that meant and showed safety and peace. Her wings involuntarily rose up as well to reciprocate his greeting.  When the door to the elevator opened again she quickly forced her wings to hide on her back trying desperately to keep them from sight.  Damian didn’t seem to like it, but he just grabbed her wrist and dragged her to a large office room.  The plaque on the door read “CEO Bruce Wayne”.  Their father was Bruce Wayne?!  She couldn’t go in there, she couldn’t curse him and ruin his life.  No, she had already messed up at the league, and she was just barely not messing up with Tom and Sabine, she would definitely ruin Bruce Wayne’s life, and she would not allow that to happen.  She tugged at his grip desperately trying to get away.

“Marinette, stop.  Your wings are not cursed, that was a lie.”

Marinette shook her head and kept trying to escape the iron-like grip.

“Do you not trust me anymore?”

She froze at that and quickly shook her head.  Of course she trusted him, it was her that shouldn’t be trusted.

“Good, because we’re going in now.”

And that was that, because the door was now open and she was being dragged into the office room where their father and another boy with large bags under his eyes stared at them.  Damian puffed up his chest and feathers letting his strong, big, and brilliant wings rise into the air.

“Father, this is your daughter, my twin, Marinette Erebus Al Ghul-Wayne.”

They both stared at her in shock and Marinette slowly and cautiously raised her despicable black wings into the air.  Both stared at them in awe before looking back at her, but she didn’t meet their eyes.  She didn’t want to see the disgust and hatred in their eyes.

After a few moments she looked up and saw their wings greeting hers like Dick’s had.  Their father’s wings were a mix of black and dark grey alternating the color in each row of feathers.  The other boy’s were black at the top and slowly turned to red at the bottom.  But they were welcoming her openly, so that must mean something!  Well, it was time to get to know her father, she guessed.

[violettelueur]

— GOJO SATORU || JEALOUS TYPE

↳ featuring : gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of sleeping pills and grammar issues

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 05 february

↳ pronouns : non specified in imagine

↳ word count : 1.3k

↳ synopsis : waking up without your husband in bed with you, you decided to go search for him only to find him filling out paperwork that was long overdue.

↳ request : Hi!! Can i request a gojo x reader where gojo is doing some paperwork and the reader cant fell asleep without him so gojo made her sit on his lap while doing some paperwork and the reader falls asleep? When gojo is finished in his paperwork he went to sleep with the reader in their bedroom. Can you please make it fluffy? Thank you! I also love all of your works!

↳ barista’s notes : so...awkward times when some of your coffee orders (requests) disappear from your inbox hahahaha.....ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ but after i have written some of my ideas, i will update the ‘coffees in progress page’ (wip) for you guys to see if your requested got/didn’t get deleted! i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please don’t be shy to order again soon ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

“When are you going to finish?”

Turning around from his seat, Gojo’s bright crystal eyes instantly caught the adorable sight of you standing by the doorway, wearing one of his large black jumpers paired with the classic black three-stripe Adidas shorts, as you covered your eyes trying to adjusting to the new lighting of the single lamp that was on.

“I’m doing some paperwork honey~” Gojo cheekily commented while twirling the pencil he was holding in his hand causing you to look at your husband in complete annoyance since you were the one that kept constantly reminding him that he needed to get his work done or he was going to sleep really late with the chances of him being at a slight disadvantage when coming into contact with curses - but, of course, he didn’t listen and using the excuse of ‘don’t worry, I’m the strongest’.

“I told you to do it earlier, why didn’t you listen to me?” you asked in an irritated tone, as you then processed to walk up to the ‘hard-working’ man causing Gojo to smile as he managed to get a closer look at you without him asking.

From closer inspection, Gojo could tell you were still extremely tired due to how heavy your eyes looked since it seemed like you were struggling to keep them open, your hair was tangled and messy but that was one of Gojo’s favourite things to see but he would rather see it in the morning rather than sleep-deprived as you were at this moment in time. 

Ever since you and Gojo established your romantic relationship during the second-year, he slowly began to realise that you would sleep as early as possible even when the shorthand of the clock just hit the number 7 in the evening. At first, he didn’t really care too much about it at first, he just thought you weren’t a night owl at all. However, he remembered one day you came into class with such dark circles, he couldn’t help but worry.

“Ahhh~ I have trouble sleeping in general, sleeping pills don’t work at all as well, so that’s why I sleep early.”

After that little discussion, Gojo made it his role to make sure you got enough sleep for the next day even if he had to stay in your room all night to make sure and it was still that same ever since you both got married. However, there were times when he had to overwork due to the number of missions that higher-ups passed on to him causing him to worry from time to time, but it seemed like you were slowly improving to which he was so proud of you for.

“Can’t sleep without me?” Gojo teased, leading to a frown to grow on your face which caused you to turn around as you weren’t in the mood to deal with his nuisance at 2 am in the morning. However, before you could even take a single step back to your shared bedroom, you suddenly felt a large hand wrap its fingers around your wrist leading to a halt in your moment. Gently, you were pulled back leading to you to lose your footing due to your drowsiness before an arm wrapped itself on your back preventing you from falling onto the wooden floor.

Blinking in surprise, you steadily came to the realisation that you now were on your husband’s lap as his other arm had dropped the pen he was holding to reach over to the couch where a spare blanket was placed, which was suddenly covering you from the cool air that was surrounding the room. “Go to sleep, I’ll take you back to bed when I’m done,” the white-haired sorcerer commented with a soft tone, causing you to look up at him before giving into the chance as your slyly wrapped your arms around his neck before pressing your face into his shoulder to get away from the bright light that your eyes weren’t still adjusted to.

Tenderly, one of Gojo’s hands began to run up and down your back trying to soothe you to sleep while his other hand went back to the pen that was abandoned to continue filling out the forms he was meant to do a week ago. Smiling, he leaned his head lightly against yours trying to relish the feeling of you needing him since he knew that the moment you both leave the four walls that were surrounding you, you wouldn’t show this vulnerable side to him. You refused to.

Comparing you to your personal life to your professional life, you clearly had two different personalities. When you were at school, you were cool, calm and collective, sometimes a little too blunt but there was a perfect mix of teasing that came along with it - clearly influenced by the one and only, himself. He vividly remembered the time when you joked about Fushiguro being the type to kick a stray cat after saying ‘such a nuisance’ or the time you joked that Itadori was the type to push a door that says ‘pull’ leading Kugisaki to laugh hysterically while both of the mentioned boys began to argue, yet the second you pat their hands and say ‘I’m only joking’, they both would suddenly calm down.

On the other hand, when you were at home with him or alone, you were more relaxed from your professional behaviour and sweet, leading him to wonder what switch did you flicker to change your brain. But he never questioned it. To be honest, he rather not since he knew the moment he would mention it, you would revert back to your work personality and not the kind and sweet one that was reserved for him.

“I would tell you to be more like that at work, but I’m too much of the jealous type,” Gojo whispered even though he knew that you were already asleep due to your light breathing pattern and how the tight hold you had around his neck slightly loosened. 

Signing off the last sheet that was on the towering pile, Gojo let out a sigh of relief before turning his head to get a quick sight of you, only to find that you were still in an unconscious state leading to the special grade sorcerer to look at the time on his phone to find that an hour had passed. 3:05 am.

Carefully reaching over to the lamp, Gojo flicked the switch causing the lighting to gradually disappear before slowly pushing out his chair as he looped an arm under your knees as he picked you up bridal style. Quickly making his way to your shared bedroom, Gojo began to gently place you down onto your side of the bed before slowly beginning to unhook the arms that were still around his neck. However, before he could even move to his side, he felt your hand instinctively grab his hand causing the playful man to look at you with a smile on his face as he looked down at your sleeping figure.

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere,” Gojo whispered as he lightly stroked your cheek resulting in the grip of your hand to loosen as if you were awake to understand him. Climbing into his side of the bed, Gojo carefully pulled you into his arms causing you to snuggle further into the warmth that he was generously providing you before subconsciously wrapping an arm around his body wanting to keep him as close to you as possible.

“Yeah, I’m too much of the jealous type to let you show this side of you” Gojo mumbled as he slowly closed his eyes, following your route to a slumber that he had been desperate for since the moment he had you in his arms.

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