#sometimes in my head light is just as awake and panicked as he was in the original

[eternal-work-in-progress]

several cool and funky doodles about this kind of reimagining I had for RR’s beginning

(In case you can’t or don’t want to read my handwriting(I would not blame you lmao): “There were skid marks running along the forest floor, spanning nearly a mile, ripping up the earth and displacing it to the side. But around the fallen man was lush and beautiful grass and flora. So long and wild that it almost seemed like the forest had tried to hide him. Also surrounding him was his own blood, having pooled so recently that you could still smell it. The pools stained each blade a brilliant violet. In his hands was a vibrant, glowing light of many different colors. When they were pried from his sleeping, bloody fingers, the crystals shone even brighter. Cliff gasped. This man held the Rainbow Crystals.

Who in the Four Realms was he?”)

[sooniebby]

ఌ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

꧁ 𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

w.c. › 3.8k

Plot › you end up winning a call to a camboy/sex worker, you watch a lot!! Though it’s a bit embarrassing learning you’re one of the few men in his usual audience. Based off this.

Warnings › gojo a bit cocky sometimes—this takes place in a normal world. Reader is 19, gojo is 25. Some… straight stuff mentioned cuz gojo fucks a girl during his streams, bi gojo agenda!!

Kinks › praise, size kink, (attempts at) dirty talk…

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: ̗̀➛

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝

𝗦𝗶𝘅𝗲𝘆𝗲!

↳ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ

: ̗̀➛

No way. You just gasped in your coffee shop, literally as your coworker was calling for you to serve a cake to someone.

You were never a lucky person. Most and every thing you ever entered in a prize to win something, being money or an item, you never won. Never, not once. You had assumed you just was an unlucky guy in those type of things.

So when you applied for the giveaway for the chat, you did it just cause.

And you won!

You fucking won.

“(Name) if you don’t hurry up and serve this poor lady her cake!” Your coworker, Nobara screamed.

You rushed out with the cake and quickly gave the girl it, ignoring the glare she gave you for being so rushed. That didn’t matter! You had to tell Nobara. You practically sprinted to her and dragged her to the employee lounge.

“What is your problem?” She asked, pulling her arm away from your tight grip. “It’s like you were trying to rip my arm off…”

“Look, look!” You shoved your phone in her face, earning a tight glare as she snatched it out of your hands. Her eyes glanced over the screen as she mumbled to herself, reading the message. It took about thirty seconds before she seemed to understand what the fuck she was reading.

“Seriously? You got a free call with your favorite pornstar?” She placed your phone on the countertop and shuffled over to the fridge.

“You don’t understand! I hardly ever win giveaways!”

Nobara glanced back at you. “Okay, same here. Are you alright, (Name)? Are the toys not enough?” She asked with a fake sense of pity.

You glared at her. “The toys are just fine!”

“Sure, sure. Well, what do you get from the win?”

“Uh, a free thirty minute private chat.”

“She’s also a camgirl?”

“No… it’s a camboy.”

Nobara blinked. “Oh. So it’s a gay camboy.”

“Also.. no… he’s only fucked women on the videos he posted on Twitter..”

Nobara sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Let’s hope he’s not going to be upset a dude just won his giveaway.”

You panicked slightly, “wait, you think he’ll be upset?”

“Maybe not. But if I were you, I’d make sure to not show my face on camera or speak on the mic.” She said, patting you on the back before leaving the lounge.

Any sort of happiness basically dwindled. She was right. You didn’t know this guy and while realistically, he can’t do anything to hurt you… He could end up getting angry and disgusted you won his call when the majority of his fan base has always been women.

Reaching over, you grabbed your phone and looked at the email, wondering if it’d be worth it. Just as you were about to email back that you couldn’t do it—you got a text message on your Twitter.

𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙮𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚 :

↳ Did you get the email?

You fainted.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

“You boys are so overdramatic.”

You can hear Nobara judging you. You feel the soft winds of someone fanning you, your head resting gently on their legs. With hesitance, you open your eyes, the harsh fluorescent lights blinding you.

Oh, it’s just Inumaki and Megumi.

Inumaki was the one holding your head on his lap while Megumi lazily fanned you with a makeshift paper fan. Megumi rolled his eyes once he noticed you were awake, moving to get up from the floor.

“Good?” Megumi asked, holding his hand out as he helped you get up.

‘We found you on the floor,’ Inumaki signed, getting up as well. ‘What happened?’

You pursed your lips, unsure if you wanted to tell them that you got shocked that a pornstar you’ve been following for over a year now messaged you. Nobara was heard stifling with laughter in the corner.

You quickly, and messily, signed that you were fine back to Inumaki. “Uh, just felt lightheaded. Y’know how the AC isn’t working well anymore.”

“Like those toys.” Nobara suddenly said.

‘Toys?’ Inumaki signed.

“You know what I mean, that emo boy of yours must use them too,” she said, ignoring the sudden blush on Inumkai’s face. Megumi groaned and moved to get his apron to begin his shift.

“Shut it, Nobara.” You whispered, glaring at her. She simply shrugged, smirking gleefully at the embarrassment she was bringing to you. You slipped out of your apron and placed it back, grabbing your bag as you began to clock out.

Inumaki and Megumi usually took over once you and Nobara were finished.

As you and Nobara left the cafe, she grinned mischievously at you. You looked straight ahead, not wanting to entertain her teasing.

“So, it couldn’t have been the email that you made you pass out like that. What was it?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullcrap!”

With a swiftness, your phone in your back pocket was gone. She easily dodged you as she began checking your phone, trying to see what had caused your fainting spell. Once she checked your notifications, she barked out a laugh.

“Oh he practically wants you! ‘Did you get the email?’ So desperate already,” she snickered, beginning to type something on your phone.

“Nobara?!”

After hitting send, she pushed your phone to your face, showing what she had just sent him.

𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚

↳ yes!!! <333

↳ Sorry, I was just so shocked I won!!!

What time are you thinking about?

“Mooniebunnie? What type of username…”

“I made it when I was like fourteen! Don’t judge.”

“Jeez, you’ve been on Twitter that long?”

“Nobara!!”

“Oh he responded.”

“Hah?!”

𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙮𝙚

↳ took you long enough.

↳ Saturday, 9 pm. I’ll only wait 5 minutes

↳ after the 30 minutes, you’re paying.

“Dick. The fucks his problem?”

“What’d he say?”

“You’d think he’s the one taking the dick up his ass.”

“Nobara..!”

“What? You can’t tell me this doesn’t come across as rude?”

She began typing for you again.

𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚

↳ just don’t disappoint me, 4 inch

↳ kisses <3

“Nobara?! What the hell?!”

“Hey, he started it. Anyway, your date is in two days. Good thing you don’t have a roommate anymore.”

You glared at her as she handed you back your phone. He didn’t seem to text back after that—only having a note that he certainly did read Nobara’s text. But to him, it was your text.

Gosh, you really didn’t want him to hate you.

But Nobara was right, he did seem a bit rude over text. Maybe he just texts a bit harsh but in person is nice.

Though it honestly felt you were creating excuses in your head at this point.

After splitting ways, you made it home to your small apartment. It was comfortable enough so you didn’t complain. Especially since it was in a good area. Nobara and her roommate, Maki, weren’t so lucky in the area they lived in.

Though it seemed like the burglaries that were happening there had finally slowed down.

Decorated in second hand items and anything you stole from your ex boyfriend and mother, your apartment was homey enough. The good thing was that you got an amazing view of the sunset in your room every afternoon.

The kitchen, dining, and living room was essentially just one full room. You had a foldable table to bring out whenever you ate dinner. Your tv was taken from your ex boyfriend, which was why it was so brand new compared to everything else.

You only have two other rooms. The master bedroom with an attached bathroom, and a small, small bedroom. You practically just made it an extra closet space because it was just too cramped to be in there for long period of times.

Especially with the fact it only had a small tiny square window all the way close to the ceiling.

It was after 8 p.m. when you plopped down onto your bed, finishing your daily home tasks. Washing the dishes, warming up dinner, watching a BL drama while crying in loneliness, and now—masturbation time.

You scrolled your phone, wondering if you should wank it out to some random twitter videos or go to the cam website.

Just as you were about to pull up your list of comfort gay videos, a notification rang on your phone.

𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙮𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 ➤ ❝a creamy fill❞

Your fingers moved lightning speed. A bit embarrassing, really. Slipping off your boxers, you reached over and grabbed your lube, squirting a good amount on your fingers.

Despite him constantly fucking girls—you always watched. Something about him was captivating, even though you never saw his face. The girls face was almost always shown. But like always, the comments are filled with girls saying they love him.

The video started out with the girl in his lap, withering as his fingers spread her pussy open, his other hand resting comfortably on her throat. The only sliver of emotion you could see from him, was the small angle of his lips in frame.

Like always, he was smirking.

You never really enjoyed the beginning of his videos, since it focused heavily on getting the girl to cum from oral sex. Which was good for the girls—but not for you.

So, you usually focused on getting yourself ready for your dildo.

It was one you bought on a whim. But you had never meant for it to be so large, a length of seven, more so eight, inches. You would’ve thrown the thing out if it wasn’t the only dildo you had.

And there was no way you were going to go back to that sex store and get a new one.

You tuned them out for a few minutes, focusing on stretching yourself. It was always tedious, wishing it was someone else doing it for you. Just as you felt ready enough for your dildo, you finally glanced back at your phone.

The girl was now screaming, in pleasure, as he slammed his hips against her ass. It harsh and unforgiving—leaving the girl no chance to stay still. They were in a doggy style position, her face right up to the camera as she mewled and cried.

His grip was on her waist, pulling her back whenever she tried to pull away a bit in a way to slow it down.

“That’s a good girl.”

Boner gone.

You groaned. You loved hearing his voice, he sounded hot. But you hated it whenever he used that fucking word. Any type of “girl” or even more feminine terms always made you lose your boner.

There was nothing else you could really do at that point.

That’s why you mainly watched his solo streams.

With a huff, you placed your dildo back in its drawer and turned off your phone just as the girl reached her climax.

This guy was obviously straight…

You were really wondering if it’d be worth it.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

“Ready for your big day, (Name)?”

‘What big day?’

You quickly glared at Nobara, hoping she wouldn’t tell Inumaki anything. Inumaki looked a bit confused—mostly in why you were so angry.

Isn’t today supposed to be special?

“Oh, nothing. It’s just… Saturday, who doesn’t love a Saturday?”

Inumaki raised an eyebrow. ‘It’s a normal Saturday.’

“Mhm, not for our (L.Name) (Name) here.” She winked, obviously enjoying the flushed look on your face.

The entire shift was spent with Nobara making innuendos and Inumaki looking confused by the minute. It wasn’t until your shift was over, and Megumi and Itadori came, that Nobara seemed to just blurt it out to Inumaki.

“He won a call with his favorite pornstar!”

‘You have a favorite pornstar..?’

“Nobara!” You screamed, slapping your hand against her lips as she stared at you in triumph.

Looking back at Inumaki who didn’t seem to be judging you, just a bit perplexed. Which isn’t shocking. He has a fucking boyfriend—you doubted he needed to watch pornstars religiously to get his socks off.

You shrieked as Nobara licked your hand, forcing you to pull away and quickly wipe them off on your pants.

“Yeah! That’s what I said! Who has a favorite pornstar?!”

“Shut it!!”

Inumaki gave you a shrug, ‘no need to be embarrassed. We all have weird habits.’

Somehow that felt less comforting.

You signed back a thanks to Inumaki before turning your anger to Nobara. She willfully began whistling as she walked down the street, not paying you any mind.

In all honesty, you just hoped the call wouldn’t end up with you in tears.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙮𝙚

↳ here’s the link.

↳ join in twenty minutes

Dick.

Nobara was right. With a huff, you set your busted laptop on the bed in front of you. It was a miracle this laptop could even come to life. As you were deep in thought, wondering if you were feeling brave enough to really join, you heard the sound of a ping.

It took a moment, but then you accepted the link, joining a private call with Sixeye.

It was his usual set up for his live streams. The sight of a wall decorated with bookshelves. You always just assumed it was an office room he had. He was dressed in a compression shirt and grey sweatpants.

Huh, he usually dressed nice for his cams because his fan girls loved seeing him in suits.

Something something daddy issues.

Guess you weren’t special enough for that.

“Guess you aren’t putting on your camera?”

You quickly typed a simple no. No way in hell were you showing this guy your face—no matter how many times you had cummed to his videos. A simple chuckle was heard. His camera was pointed solely at his chest and bottom half, his face no where in sight.

Which was natural, the most he ever showed was his lips.

Girls just went wild for a cool smirk or something.

“No requests? Usually you girls are quick to give me a whole script.” His laugh filled the room.

↳ Just act natural

You type, hoping that was enough to make him get straight into it. He was quiet for a moment, as if he was reading your text. It seemed he took your words to heart as he pulled down his sweatpants and his cock plopped out, resting against his stomach.

“Alright, just want a quick fap then.”

He reached down and rubbed his tip, teasing the slit as he slowly began jacking himself off. His cock was large, maybe around seven inches? It was similar to your dildo. His hands were big too. Gosh, everything about him was big.

He was definitely the one who helped you figure out your size kink.

The only sound by now was his soft grunts and his hand jerking off his cock. You slipped off your boxers and easily slipped in three fingers inside of yourself, having stretched it out a bit earlier. Now, you were just trying to get yourself excited.

You reached down to your laptop, moving it a bit further so you could get comfortable on the bed with more leg room. Your fingers rubbed against your prostate, teasing it just the way you wanted.

Your moans were always on the more high pitched side, almost sounding similar to a girl when you reached your orgasm. So it was something you were a bit self conscious of. But being alone in your own home, you didn’t hold back.

Rubbing against your prostate, your toes curled as you whimpered and bucked into your own hand. You tried to push back any feeling of disappointment that it wasn’t someone else making you feel this way.

“Changed your…mind, baby?”

“Ngh..?”

You opened your eyes and glanced back down at your laptop.

Oh god.

Your fucking mic was on!!!!

You screamed out, quickly clasping your mouth shut as you stared at the screen in horror. He heard you. He heard every little gasp and whimper you had made. How long had he heard you?

Why didn’t he fucking say anything?

“Screamer, huh? Noted.”

He teased. Even without seeing his face, you knew he was smirking.

“You….why didn’t you tell me?” You muttered, glaring at the screen.

But he didn’t answer. He seemed quiet for a moment. You watched as his hand stuttered on his cock. What? Did your voice sound that terrible?

“Speak.”

“Wha..?” You whispered, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“Speak now. Loud and clear.”

You hated how authoritative he sounded. It felt like you couldn’t just no respond to his command.

“Uhm… why didn’t you tell me…?” You spoke louder, allowing your mic to pick up your voice this time. You thought maybe he just didn’t hear you.

“Shit. You’re a guy?”

With a brave face, you huffed. “Judging me?”

“No. Fucking finally.”

You felt yourself blush. He was… excited? He began stroking his cock again but this time, with more vulgarity. It was like he was actually turned on by you. You felt your own cock twitch.

Someone… interested… in you?

You grabbed your dildo that rested beside you on the bed, rubbing it against your hole. Any sort of self consciousness you felt with your moaning was thrown out the window as you didn’t hold anything back. Fuck it if you regretted it later.

Right now, you’re going to enjoy it.

As your dildo began stretching you full, you glanced at the button that would turn your camera on. This was a one time thing…

He’d never see you again…

Fuck it.

“Well aren’t you adorable..? Fuck, how big is it?”

“Seven… inches.” You whispered, feeling embarrassed about showing yourself. Your sweating body, flushed face, watery eyes, and your cock leaking on your tummy. You were glad you didn’t see his face…

So you didn’t have to know if he actually found you cute.

“Always the cute ones.” His laugh sounded strained, a soft huff following it as he continued teasing his tip. “Like it big, huh? Stretching you until you can’t take it anymore.”

“Didn’t.. mean to… get it so big.” You moaned, slowly teasing the dildo inside. Your camera was angled right between your legs, showing him the entire picture of the dildo slowly inching inside your puckered hole.

You arched your back, gasping once it finally reached its hilt, stuffing you full.

“Keep looking at the camera.”

You hadn’t even noticed you couldn’t be seen anymore. Moving around a bit, your face finally showed back on the camera. And you got a good sight of just how fucked out you looked just from a damn dildo.

“Good boy.” He whispered. “Y’know… I always put on a show for you guys—it’s time you do the same, hm?”

If you weren’t already itching for an orgasm, you would’ve ended the call immediately out of embarrassment. But you couldn’t back down now.

So, you moved to rest against your headboard, bringing in your laptop to get a good view of your face and ass. Tightening your grip on your dildo, you began thrusting it in and out, keeping a fast pace.

Your hips moved against the pace, your thoughts filled with the desire of a real cock fucking you. His hand gripping your waist, bouncing you on his cock like a toy just for his pleasure. But you had to deal with this pisspoor dildo.

The sound of squelching, your moans, and his grunts filled the room. You were so close, wishing to moan his name but no way in hell were you going to moan his fucking username.

“W…wan..na…moan..name..” you barely sputtered out, your moans betraying you whenever you tried to speak a full sentence. A cry left your throat when the dildo brushed against your prostate. You quickly made sure to continuously hit that area, your moans reaching higher in pitch.

Your orgasm was close.

You suddenly heard him grunt loudly. When you glanced at the camera, you saw his grip tighten as cum spurted onto his shirt. Did your moans…?

Not wanting to feel any misplaced confidence, you pushed the thought away. No way did your moans make him cum.

The sound of shuffling caught your attention as you saw him reach for his camera.

And then—

The camera was on his fucking face.

His lips turned up into a smirk, his eyes staring straight into yours. Blue eyes and white hair. It looked soft even though the camera.

You came.

You fucking came.

Man, maybe those girls were right about smirks being sexy…

Your toes curled as you arched your back, gripping the bedsheets as your cock came all over your stomach. The only sound left was the sound of your heavy breathing as you tried to calm down—having never orgasmed that intensely before.

“Did you… cum from seeing my face?”

He sounded so fucking cocky.

“Bye!” You yelled, slamming your laptop shut.

You totally did.

You sat in your room for about two minutes before screaming in embarrassment. No way in hell could you ever watch his streams again!!! You came!! You came from seeing his face!!

God….

That was embarrassing…

At least you would never interact with him again.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

“No way! From his face?!”

Nobara screamed laughing, her cackling echoing in the empty cafe. You could only focus on putting the cakes on display, trying to ignore the embarrassment in your heart.

“Gosh! Megumi! You heard about—”

“Don’t bring me into this.” He answered bluntly.

It had been a few days now since the… incident. You had blocked Sixeye’s account and haven’t watched any of his streams or videos ever since. It was just too embarrassing to watch them without thinking on how you came just from seeing his face.

But you kept thinking, why did he show his face?

It wasn’t like you were anything special. As the three of you continued getting the cafe ready for opening, Nobara continued making fun of you at any given chance. Megumi seemed to be in his own mind.

You had went to the back to grab some cups for the lattes and when you came back to the front, Megumi and Nobara were already speaking to some guy. He looked pretty tall, practically towering over Nobara.

But his back was facing you so you didn’t know who it was.

“Why are you even here?” Megumi asked, glaring at the stranger.

“Oh! Aren’t you Megumi’s friend?” Nobara questioned.

“Don’t insult me like that,” Megumi rolled his eyes before grunting as the stranger wrapped his arm around his neck.

“Aah~ Megumi~~ don’t be like that! I heard the cakes here were good. Can’t I try them??? Hm~?” The stranger teased, laughing slightly.

“Get off, you’re not getting a discount.”

“I didn’t say I wanted one… but now that you mentioned it~”

Nobara laughed, “no wonder you called him a blue eyed freak! He’s so annoying.”

“Megumi?!”

Megumi shrugged. “I’ve called you worse in my head. (Name), take Gojo’s order before I kick him out.”

Gojo huffed before finally turning over to face you. Your eyes widened once you finally got a good look of him. It…

Sixeye?!

The cup you were holding were slipping out of your hands as Gojo tilted his head, eyes narrowing at your face before widening in recognition. A grin appeared on his lips.

“Today’s my lucky day, huh?”

It definitely wasn’t yours.

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Oop? Yall want a part 2? It’s so hard writing phone/facetime sex… I praise those who write it constantly lmao

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[nexysworld]

Chapter Summary: You wake up dazed and confused, no memory of anything he was saying. But it's Leon, and you can trust him right? Besides, maybe a vacation is exactly what you needed. Pairing: Yandere!RE4R Leon x Fem!Reader Tags: NSFW, Dead Dove, Dubcon, Kidnapping, Stalking, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Pet Names, violence, gore, MDNI, masturbation, murder, slow burn. Psychological manipulation, abuse of power, etc. no use of y/n. PTSD, flashbacks. There is smut this chapter. WC: 9.5k

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 It’d been a long time since you had such a good night's sleep, not even realizing the way you conked out completely on top of Leon. The even sound of his heartbeat in your ear – ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump – lulled you like the world’s best white noise machine. His warmth was comforting in a way no space heater could be. The smell of his fresh and spicy cologne was familiar. The combination was killer and before you knew it, not even the rumbling in your stomach was enough to keep you awake on top of him. It was reminiscent of the nights you’d spent in his apartment all those weeks ago after everything happened. Leon was your comfort, he was your safe space. After speaking with Dr. Birkin, while still not fully having come to terms with things, you were at least able to get rid of the guilt and lean into the man under you – leaving you weightless, at least for the moment. 

When you woke, it was due to the feeling of wind on your face, cold air stinging at your nose. The feeling of confinement made you panic, gasping as you clawed around until you realized you were no longer on your couch, but Leon’s jeep. 

“You good?” He asked, looking over to you. You were too busy looking around in confusion, panting as you tried to calm down. “Yeah I’m just… I’m confused.” “Confused about what?” He asked, cooly flipping on the blinker, his free hand making its way over to your thigh giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“We were on the couch, and now I’m in the car. What happened?” “That was this morning, don’t you remember?” You shook your head. “No, no I –” “Hey, it’s alright. Don’t worry about it. You’re probably just tired.” 

It was dark out, definitely well into the middle of the night if you had to guess. The only lights were the high beams of his jeep and the overhead moon — no familiarity of the city. Just thick trees and empty grass fields every now and then. If Leon hadn’t been with you, heavy hand on your leg, you’d have panicked from sheer lack of awareness. The sound of his voice cleared your head. “I honestly thought you’d have been out longer.” “I don’t understand.” You paused for a moment, fidgeting with the soft knit sleeves of your sweater — you hadn’t remembered changing clothes either. “We fell asleep on my couch after ordering food. I don’t remember anything after that . . . but I don’t get why I was tired again if we slept. Where are we even going? Leon, I’m really confused right now.” “Hey, hey. It’s alright.” He cooed, moving the hand that was resting on your thigh to gently pry your own from its fidgeting, kissing your knuckles gently. “Relax.” “That doesn’t answer—“ “I’m getting to that.” He assured, laying your hand back onto your lap with his on top. Whatever road you were on was long and winding, barely even speed signs posted throughout. “Sometimes people are just tired, it happens. After we woke up we ate the leftover food, you were talking about stress. I said you needed to relax, I suggested we go on a trip, away from it all for a change.” An odd uneasiness washed over you at his words. “I don’t remember any of that.” Flashbacks were coming to you the more you saw the pathway, the drive out to the camping spot with Derek, what came next. ‘That wasn’t real. That wasn’t real.’ You tensed, feeling a wave of nausea hit you. “We’re not going camping right?” “No. No, of course not!” “Where are we going then?” “To an old farmhouse.” He said casually. “It’s actually mine. Was left to me by someone I guess I’d consider my adopted father when he passed away. It’s old, but the land is beautiful, there’s tons of cute critters you can see too. Hey, you alright?” “I don’t know. I guess I’m just held up on the fact that I don’t remember any of this.” “Well you know, gaps in memory are a thing. That’s what the Doctor said, right?” “Yeah I guess, but this just feels so immediate. I mean — my job requires two weeks notice. It just doesn’t sound like me to do something so abrupt.” “I took care of it.” “What?” “Your job, I took care of it for you. You brought that up as your first concern. And then your meeting with Doctor Barkin. I have you covered on both fronts, he can do virtual sessions.” “Oh. Ok.” A thick silence overcame you both as you settled back into the carseat, rubbing at your tired eyes. “What about Mrs. Wilson?” “What about her?”  “I was still checking in on her when I could…even after…you know…when my leg was hurt. At least I tried to.” Truthfully it had only been a few times over the course of those weeks that you managed to make it over to the old woman’s apartment. But you did call more often to check-in, ordered groceries and other items she needed. “Don’t worry about that either.” “You sure?” “Yeah. I promise, I have everything taken care of. All you need to do is relax, rest. It’ll be alright.” “Ok.” What else could you say? It felt strange, the whole situation felt strange, but everything always did. There was no point in questioning him further or arguing, so you instead focused on the drive, sitting quietly in your seat. 

“We’re almost there.” He added, breaking the tension. “Maybe 30 more minutes at most.”

You nodded in response, returning to leaning against the doorframe watching the scenery pass by. The road had narrowed out into an open field, the pavement replaced by a dirt road that expanded farther out than you could see past the headlights. It felt eerie in an existential way, the expanse of field, being the only two alone on the empty road. It made you feel small and uneasy. True to his word, no more than 30 minutes later, the dirt road narrowed further into a tight path of trees with only enough room for one vehicle to pass. The dark tube of greenery opened up to reveal the house, just as Leon described. An old fashioned farm house — two stories with a gigantic wrap around deck. In the dim light it was hard to make out much more detail than that. “Here we are.” 

The inside was nicer than expected — but then given the upgrades Leon had made to his apartment, maybe it shouldn’t have come as a surprise. The plush sectional in the living room was huge, followed by a large TV mounted to the wall. Unlike his apartment there was more decor hung to the walls, little knick knacks scattered around. The place looked nice, lived in. 

You felt his arm wrap around you from behind, gently corralling you towards the staircase. Opposite of the stairs was a door, it looked different from the others you’d seen so far, too sturdy looking. A keypad type lock was above the hook-styled doorknob. “That’s fancy.” You pointed out as you let him guide you further up the stairs.  “Oh yeah – I keep some work equipment down there.” He replied quickly, his other hand adjusting to lift the bags he was carrying, ensuring they didn’t smack the stairs as he went.  The top floor plan was simple, two bedrooms, a large open area that connected to an upstairs balcony, and of course a bathroom. The bedroom was different, less modern than the setup of the downstairs. It was like it was ripped out of a vintage magazine, a fancy blue duvet set and a sturdy dark wood bed frame holding the king sized bed all together. No closet to be seen, but there was a matching dresser and wardrobe set. It was cozy. 

You followed Leon’s lead, setting your phone on the nightstand before unpacking your things. 

“You hungry?” He asked, folding the last of his things into the dresser drawer.  “A little, yeah.” 

“I can do breakfast for dinner. Tomorrow we can go to the store to get some actual groceries.” “Sounds good to me.” 

You followed him back downstairs, leaning against the island, watching as he flicked on the burner to heat up the pan. The smokey scent of bacon and the popping sizzle of grease filled the kitchen, making your stomach rumble. It felt domestic in a nice way, normal. You watched his broad shoulders from behind as he focused on cooking. You had the urge to hug him from behind, press a kiss to his back – you didn’t act on it though. 

The relationship between you was still strange, you weren’t able to put a label on it. Whatever the two of you were was trapped in some liminal space between couple, friends, and caretaker. It made you freeze before initiating on your end, even if you’d never deny it when he does it. To not have to deal with the feelings, you chose to take a better look around while you waited. Circling the living room a few times, running your hand over the soft fabric of the couch, before swinging around through the french doors into what looked like a sunroom repurposed into a library. The walls were covered in large bookshelves, each filled. Most were encyclopedias, college textbooks, science books for things you didn’t quite understand. There was a desk in the corner, an older looking laptop caked in dust sat on it. 

Nothing was really interesting to look at, you were going to return to Leon when you noticed an open shoebox settled on one of the shelves, almost missing it as it sat atop some shorter books. It felt like snooping, but your curiosity got the better of you, pulling it down to peek. It didn’t have a lot, some documents with a few pictures scattered. 

The first was an image of a younger looking Leon, same cropped hair and smile, but with far more boyish features. He was standing next to a stern looking man in a police uniform. Leon was holding what looked like a diploma of some kind. The next was a much more recent photo, dated for only a few months before you and Leon had even met. He was wearing that suit you saw him pack for work. “Oh shit –” You muttered to yourself, noting the girl standing next to him. “Ashley Graham?” It made sense, he worked for the government, but still, the president’s daughter? It seemed more than professional, the way he smiled at her, hand on his shoulder. 

You went to toss both images back into the box when you realized that the first had another stuck to it. It was just a picture of a girl, brown hair pulled over her shoulder as she looked off into the distance, sitting on a bench. There was nothing really noteworthy about it, no label or date either.  

“What are you doing?” Leon’s voice nearly made you jump out of your skin, seeing him standing in the doorway. “Sorry, I was just looking.” “Where’d you get those?”  “They were just in this box, sorry, I shouldn’t have looked without asking.” He took the photos from your hand eyeing them before tossing them back into the box for you. “It’s fine. I thought I’d tossed them all anyway.” He said, chucking the whole box into the trash on his way back to the kitchen.  “Why’d you do that?” 

“They’re just memories I’d rather not remember.” He said coolly as he set the plated food out on the kitchen island. 

“I can respect that.” You replied, not questioning him further. If there was anything you understood, it would be wanting to rid yourself of certain memories – though his were real pieces of his life. 

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The following morning started off rough. Out of habit you went to grab your phone off the nightstand the moment your eyes cracked open – yet all you felt was the hard wood of the table. You slapped your hand around a few times, still not feeling it. By the time Leon had woken up, you were buried into the wardrobe, digging into pockets of your own clothing, searching the bags too.  “What’s up?” He asked with a yawn, scratching the side of his head. Parts of his hair stuck up a little unkempt from sleeping. You frowned at him, shutting the wardrobe’s doors. “I can’t find my phone. I had it last night.” He nodded at you, rubbing some sleep from his eyes. “You sure? I don’t remember seeing it.” “Leon don’t… don’t say that please.”

“Ok, ok. Let me call it.” He plucked his own phone up, you could hear the quiet dial tone and ringing through his speaker, but no vibration or ringing anywhere else in the room. You chewed your lip out of frustration, tapping your foot on the ground. He rested his hands on your shoulders giving them a light squeeze. “Look, it’s almost time for your appointment with Dr. Birkin. Why don’t you focus on that and I’ll look for it?” “Well how am I supposed to even go to said appointment witho–” “I got you covered.” He said, placing a quick kiss to your temple. “Laptop downstairs, already logged in. Set it up last night.”

“Alright.” You conceded, not having much choice in the matter anyway. 

The appointment itself was standard. You talked about your feelings, he asked questions here and there. You answered. It didn’t feel nearly as emotionally heavy this time as before, and if anything you left feeling better having spoken about things again. It was also another sobering reminder of how much you needed Leon – how out of it you’d be without him. 

Stretching from the hour of sitting in an office chair, Leon knocked on the door frame to get your attention before making his way to you.  “How did it go?” “It went well.” “I’m glad to hear that.” 

“Did you ever find my phone?” “Unfortunately not, I checked everywhere, including the jeep.” “I guess I must’ve left it at home.”

“One less distraction from your mini vacation.” “Mmmm true.” You conceded, following him out the library. “You still need company for that trip to the store?” “Would be lonely going alone. Might even get lost in one of the aisles.” He said with that signature smirk of his. 

You couldn’t help but laugh in return. “Can’t let that happen.” The air outside was a little nippy, not wanting to change you asked if you could borrow a jacket. He pointed you to the hall closet, the one just inside the front door. You prodded around, there were several of what you assumed were Leon’s hanging up. A leather one with white stripes on the arms had your interest, you almost grabbed it when you saw a different one next to it. The bright red color caught your eye as you moved to pull it off of the hanger. It was smaller than the others, a woman’s styled leather jacket. You wondered for a moment why he would have something like that – an unfamiliar feeling of jealousy sparking up for a moment, you pushed it away telling yourself it didn’t matter. You slid the jacket on, fitting like a glove. It still had the lingering scent of perfume on it, one you recognized as your own. Not lingering to think about the situation further, you ran back out to the jeep. “There you are. Took so long I was starting to think you got lost in there.” When Leon lifted his head from the radio to look at you, his expression changed entirely, posture stiffening up like a cat.  “Yeah, almost found my way to Narnia.” You joked, settling into the carseat. “Why are you wearing that?” His voice was sharp, sounding like some kind of accusation, not a question.  “Well all I found were heavy winter coats and leather jackets. I saw this and thought it would be a better fit.” His knuckles turned white as he grasped onto the steering wheel, vision straight ahead at the house. He held his breath in for a moment, like a cartoon character about to pop and let steam out of their ears. “That belongs to her, it isn’t for you to wear.”  You weren’t sure how to respond to that. Immediately you were on edge, swallowing down that nervous dryness in your throat. “I’m sorry – “ “Take it off.” “Right, I can go grab another —” “No, give it to me.” He said, putting his hand out expectantly. 

Not wanting to argue with him, and more confused than anything, you quickly unzipped the jacket, sliding it off and handing it to him. Shuddering a little from the cold breeze hitting you now. He took it, tossing it into the back seat, his other hand still glued to the wheel, squeezing it tightly.  “I’m sorry if I did something wrong.” “I think it’s best if you stay here.” “But Leon “ “Out of the car!” He snapped, this time pointing back to the house. The sound of his voice made you jump in your seat, scrambling to open the door and step out onto the grassy ground. The moment the jeep’s door was shut, he was backing away so loud the tires whirred loudly, kicking up some of the dirt on the ground as he spun it around and took off down the road, leaving you where you stood, some mud specks on your face.  It reminded you of the movie theaters, getting left there out in the cold. The hurt and anxiety you felt after. But this was really happening, and you had no idea why. Standing there for a few seconds, like a lost child, you looked around taking in the place now in the view of sunlight. The dark trees that wrapped around the property danced in the wind. The house itself is more visible, the wooden exterior plated over itself, white painting chipping from the sides. You moved to stand on the wrap-around patio, following it around the house and towards the back yard to get a better view of the property you couldn’t see in the shadows of the previous night. 

There wasn’t much to see from where you stood. A small garden in the back that hadn’t been maintained in sometime from the wild weeds and flowers that were scattered about. A decorative white fence latticed in vines and other foliage wrapped around the backyard, separating that section of land from the rest. Your standard hammock like bench-swing swung idly in the wind on the back part of the patio.

With nothing more to see and the chill of the outside creeping up again, you made your way back inside, relishing in the warmth of the house. Not sure how long you decided to stay outside, or even what time it was, instinctively you reached for your phone, patting at your pocket before remembering that it wasn’t with you. ‘Shit.’ You cursed inwardly, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

Without Leon around, the house felt huge. It occurred to you that you were really all alone out in the middle of nowhere. No vehicle, no Leon, and not even a phone. It made your spine tingle, you squirmed a bit in place to get the feeling to go away before deciding to flop onto the couch.

‘I don’t get why he’s so upset. I would’ve just changed.’ You thought to yourself, mindlessly flipping through streaming apps. ‘Who is she anyway?’ The thought of Leon being angry with you made you want to cry. You didn’t though – managing to keep it together enough to idly watch some stupid show. 

You hadn’t really paid attention to how many episodes you watched or how much time had passed. The soft rumbling of your stomach was the only other indicator that it had been awhile. As if on cue, you could hear the familiar sound of the jeep’s engine outside, whirring to a stop. Next came the inevitable footsteps on the porch, followed by the door opening. 

Like a puppy, you bounded from the couch over to the sound, careful to get too close, scared he was still upset with you. There he was, hair slicked back slightly, multiple bags of groceries dangling on each arm.  “Is that all of them, I can help –” “I got it.” He said flatly. The words cut you, deflated you.  “Oh, ok.” You heeled back a bit, not moving from your spot. ‘So he is still mad.’ Tearing your eyes off of him, you looked down at the floor, fidgeting with your hands as you worked up to the courage to do or say something. The consideration to return to the couch won and you scurried back to sit and go back to your show.

A while later, the smell of food filled your nose, and a plate was held before you. Your eyes trailed up the muscular arm to meet Leon’s gaze as you took it from him. “Thank you…and hey look about earlier, I’m sorry.”

He sat next to you on the couch, his entire posture more relaxed than earlier. Setting his own plate down on the coffee table, and leaned back, one arm slung casually over the back of the couch. “Don’t even worry about it. It’s over with.” You nodded, taking a small bite of the pasta you twirled up on your fork. The silence lingering over the both of you made you feel heavy. Against your better judgment, you looked over to him and prodded. “Can I ask who she was?” He looked a little short circuited as he processed the question, like he was deciding what the right answer was. “An ex.”  “Oh.” “Let’s just say things didn’t end on good terms. I don’t really want to talk about it.” “Right, I’m sorry.”  “Don’t be. You didn’t know.” He leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before grabbing his plate to eat himself. “You know.” He added, “It’s still early enough in the day. I was thinking we should still get out of the house.” “Sure. Did you have something in mind?” “Yeah, a surprise.” He added with a big smirk.  You couldn’t help but match his smile, the corners of your mouth tugging up instinctively. “Sounds good.” 

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It was the late afternoon, nearly early evening when you found yourself out by the lake. There was a small dirt path that led from the backyard and down through the woods. It had opened up to a small clearing by the water, some crude seating and a stone-campfire set up already there. 

Initially there was trepidation on your part, worried that the site of the woods might stir some of those bad memories up. He managed to convince you though, promising to take you back the moment you became uncomfortable if you wanted. 

So far things were ok. The last of the warm sun beat down onto your back as you laid out on the soft towel beneath you. It was refreshing and relaxing – it’d been so long since you’d had that full sense of pure normalcy and relief.  Arms crossed under your head, you watched Leon as waded through the shallower part of the water. He stopped when the water landed just below his navel, looking out towards the trees behind you. 

Your eyes ran from the dusty blonde happy trail upwards, over his abs and to his pecs, before finally landing on his eyes. The way the warm tones of the sunset casted down onto him, made him look beautiful, like he belonged in a painting. The blonde in his hair was contrasted by the different shades of purple and orange that lit his right side. Before the light of the day was finally gone, you wanted to get closer – see if it did wonders for the pools of blue in his eyes. 

Stretching out like a cat, you languidly crawled to your feet, wading into the cool water. A slight hiss escaped you at the abrupt change in temperature, but you continued forward until you reached him.  “Well hello there.” He looked down at you running his wet thumb over your collar bone slightly. “Almost thought you were sleeping over there.” “Almost was.” You confirmed. “But that was before I realized there was a view to admire.” This moment felt familiar, safe.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re not talking about the lake?” That damn smirk again, got you every time. Your theory was right too, the specks and hues of blue stood out under his thick eyelashes as he looked down at you. He was gorgeous. So very Leon.  “Well maybe that’s because I’m not.” Placing a hand on his chest, you moved a little closer to him. 

“You’re not talkin’ about me are you?” “I just might be.” Leaning real close, you nearly stood on your tip toes, lips so close you could feel his breath gently fanning your face. You could see what he was expecting as his lips twitched. Unfortunately for him you broke the tension by splashing some water on him, your own smile twisting into an amused smirk.  “You play dirty.” He accused, splashing back at you. “Get back over here coward.” He said playfully, following you as you cowered back to shore to avoid his onslaught of water, stopping every now and then to launch a counter attack. 

Your back hit the soft sand of the shore, him on top of you, elbows on either side of your head. You couldn’t help but laugh at the cheesy exchange, genuine happiness rumbling in your chest. “Very cute, sweetheart.”  “I’d like to think so.” 

Again you were close, face to face, but it was his turn to deny you. He pushed himself up and out of the water. “It’ll be dark soon. You want to go back?” Pondering the question for a moment, you shook your head. “Not yet. I’m having a good time.” “Glad to hear it.” Digging around through the bag he’d brought out with the both of you, he pulled out a zippo lighter and some bundle of what almost looked like tumbleweed tied together. He held the small flame to the fire starter before tossing it into the bundle of wood that had been left in the fire pit. 

Everything was fine at first until the licking flames picked up intensity, the entirety of the pit filling with the dancing orange and yellow lights – high enough for the heat of the flame to slap against your face. A tightness in your chest formed, freezing you in place like a statue. Your throat dried and contracted like trying to breath in dust.  

“My head. It’s splitting my head.” Your head turned side to side, scanning for the source of the voice. The world around you black besides the flames. 

“IT’S SPLITTING MY HEAD!”

The words were so loud it was like a flashbang against your ears, brain rattling in your head. You couldn’t focus on anything, the hazy colors before your eyes turning into a kaleidoscope from the water forming in your eyes.  “IT’S SPLITTING MY HEAD!”

You couldn’t breathe at all now, gasping desperately for air. Every time you blinked a shadowy figure moved in the fire, a tentacle-like outline whipped about above it. ‘Leon. Leon please I’m scared.’ You couldn’t get the words to vocalize out of your mouth, trapped in your throat. 

“Sweetheart?” Leon’s voice whispered in your ear, two large arms snaking around you from behind to hold you close. “It’s ok. Breathe baby.” He cooed. You squeezed your eyes shut, gulping down as much air as you could. “There you go. There you go.” You did it a second time, and a third, until your breathing evened out and you could ground yourself where you stood. The heat of his torso was pressed against your back, the weighted feelings of his arms. “I’m right here. You’re safe.” 

When you dared to crack your eyes open again, the world was normal. No shadowy blackness, no bleak figure, just the fire crackling in front of you. The trees swishing back and forth, lit up by the twinkling stars and moon, sun having fully set. And of course, Leon. You spun in his arms, wrapping your own around him, he tightened the hug holding you close. “God I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…I….god.” “Shhh. Shhhh.” He rubbed your back softly. “Why don’t we head back?” “No!” You snapped, looking up at him. “No, I don’t want to go back yet.” He flashed you a confused look, opening to say something, but you cut him off. “Please. I was having such a good time. I’m sick of being crazy. I…it was just one incident. I don’t want to go yet.” “Ok.” He agreed. “Ok, we won’t go yet.” Conceding his tucked some of your hair behind your ear again, clearly still concerned, but not pushing it. 

You plopped down onto the towel, facing the fire. No more threatening images for the time being. The two of you sat in silence, his hand over yours on the ground. It took a while for your heart rate to fully go back to normal, for the feeling of being on edge to fully dissipate, but once it did you felt like you were floating, just sitting next to him – like his hand was an anchor and without it you’d just drift away into the vast emptiness of the sky. You didn’t deserve him but  God you were sure you loved him – the first time you could admit it even inside your own thoughts. It was freeing. No guilt or shame attached, just the gooey feeling of contentment.

 “Leon?” “Hmm?” “Thank you. For all of this.” “Don’t mention it.” “I mean it.” “I know.” He lifted your hand to his mouth, kissing it gently.  “I like you.” He let out a soft chuckle against your knuckles. “Well geez, I’d hope so. I like you too.” 

It felt a little pathetic to announce yourself that way. “Can I ask you something?” “Shoot.”  “What are we?” 

He looked up to meet your gaze, his expression soft but serious. You watched Adam's apple flex as he swallowed nothing, analyzing the question. “What do you want us to be?” “Maybe more than friends?” You offered a non-absolute answer, nervous of any true rejection.  “I think we already are more than friends.” “Well yeah, true.” You tapered the conversation off, not brave enough to ask for more definitives just yet.

He dropped your hand in favor of scooting closer to you, wrapping his arm around you to pull you onto his lap. “Why don’t you tell me what you’re really feeling.”  “Why are you so perfect?” Your words were barely above a whisper as you slunk your arms around his shoulders.  “Far from it, actually.”  “Disagree. God I disagree.” His retort stopped dead when you blurted out the next words so quickly they shocked even yourself. “I think I love you.” You’re not sure you’d even seen him with such a deer in the headlights expression on his face before, it made you feel the urge to backtrack, suck the words right back in. “I’m sorr –” He pressed his lips against yours, silencing any apology. Your heart skipped a beat, blood feeling boiling hot each time it pumped through you. You returned the kiss this time, softly, slowly. It wasn’t like the quick passion at his apartment. “Can I have you?” You whispered into his neck, kissing at his pulse.  “I’m already yours.”  You responded by nipping at that same spot. “Take me?” 

He sucked in a breath at the sensation, squeezing you a little tighter to him. You could feel his cock twitch in his swim shorts. “Are you sure?” His voice was low. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable again, move too fast.”

“I’m sure this time. Very sure. Please, I just want you.” 

He pulled you back from him just enough to scan your face, giving you one more moment to back out. When you didn’t say anything else, he kissed you again, this time leaning forward with you until you were laying on your back. His lips were as soft and plush as you remembered them, making you want more. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He asked, mouthing more kisses along your neck and chest. He made quick work of your bathing suit top, sliding the straps out of their tied knot and tossing it gently to the side. Arousal mixed with the light breeze blowing the warmth of the fire past you made your nipples perk up, sensitive as ever. It didn’t go unnoticed by him as he took the opportunity to run his tongue along your collarbone before following down the center of your chest. The trail of saliva left behind drying in the outside air making your skin tingle in the best possible way. 

He pressed another kiss to the side of your right breast before he teased your nipple, flicking it with licks of his tongue a few times before sucking it into his mouth. The sensation made you squirm beneath him, thighs squeezing together around his leg that was planted between them. By the time he’d moved on to your other tit, you were rubbing yourself against his leg for some relief. He chuckled, popping off with a smile. “So needy baby. Must’ve been pent up these last few months.” “Mhmm” You nodded, eyes already hazed over with lust, mind empty of any critical thought.  “Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel really good. Scouts honor.” He punctuated the sentence by moving down to nip  at your hip making you buck up a little. Amused by the reaction he did it again, this time on the plushness of your inner thigh while he worked the ties of your bottoms off as well, discarding them with the top. He returned to what he was doing, this time sucking a bruise into the soft skin. Then another, each one a pleasurably dull kind of pain. He flattened his tongue to each one, helping soothe out the pain. “Purple’s really your color baby.” He cooed, admiring his work. 

Your clit throbbed with need, hole begging for attention. He rested one hand on your hip, rubbing soft circles into it as he continued to tease you, pressing a kiss to your mound, another on the opposing thigh. “Leon.” You whined. “Please I need more.”  “I know, I know. I’m getting there sweetheart. Just wanna take my time, been imagining this for so long.” He rewarded your please by dragging the tip of his tongue down before flattening it against your clit, lapping at it gently. The sugary heat radiated out as you moaned, fingers working their way into his soft hair, gripping at it. 

It should’ve been no surprise Leon was good with his mouth, circling your bundle of nerves with his tongue before sucking on it gently. You’re not sure you’d ever had a lover so attentive before, not even in your false memories. “F-fuck, so good.” You closed your eyes, focusing on nothing but the pleasure he was giving you. You felt him sink a digit into your slicked pussy. It wasn’t enough, but it was better than the nothing that was there before. He added another finger, pumping them as he worked your clit with his tongue. 

He curled his thick fingers just right, reaching that special spot inside of you. The one that made your legs tense, clit pulse. What blood was left in your head soared to your lower half, a weak gasp escaping your mouth as you came. Your legs trembled around his head, thighs clamping shut, you’d almost be worried about crushing him if you were capable of thought. He continued to gently work you, not enough to overstimulate, but the perfect amount to draw out that pleasure until it faded to just tingles at the tips of your toes.

You were left breathless, panting as he pulled away, wiping his chin off on the back of his hand. Your eyes landed on the now fully formed tent in his shorts, expecting him to move to get it out, to fuck you into the ground. Instead, he leans back on his legs, looks down at you. The silence feels strange, and you're suddenly reminded of your location – outdoors – as the crickets pick up their chirping, the leaves of the trees crash into each other from the wind. You shiver from the breeze, until it blows in the opposite direction, sending a wave of heat from the campfire washing over you.  When he still doesn’t move, you quickly become self conscious, scared that he was changing his mind. Worry takes over your face as you prop yourself up on your elbows, before you can say it, he leans down to kiss you again. This time he  makes a point to slip his tongue into it, letting you taste yourself on him. He wraps his arm around you, holding your head in place to kiss you sloppily. He grinds against you slightly, groaning into the kiss when he does. “Don’t worry princess. I just needed to take a moment after that. Was too good, so perfect, had to take it in.” He knew you so well.  “Want you.” You mumbled against his lips. “Want you in me, wanna feel you. Wanna be close.”  “I know.” He said, reaching his hand down between you both to undo the drawstring of his shorts. He tugged them down just enough to free his erection, thick and throbbing. You couldn’t see it perfectly in the deep shadows that the fire made, but you could feel it. He ran the head along your slit a few times. “Can tell how bad you want me, she’s practically crying for me.” 

You suck in a breath at his words, feeling arousal begin to twinge between your legs again. He gently pushed the tip into your soaking folds, the stretch stinging slightly despite his earlier actions. “Oh.” You gasped as he pressed each inch slowly into you. You’d never felt so full before, like he was in your ribs – it was overwhelming and comforting at the same time. “O-oh.” You moaned, feeling him pull out again, grasping up at his shoulders.

He gave a few more slow but deep thrusts, giving you the chance to adjust and accommodate him. “That’s it baby, so tight.” He flattened his palm against your belly, pressing down making the full feeling intensify. Your back arched into his palm, adding to the sensation.  “S’big.” You whined.   “Mhmm. Just relax, you’re doing such a good job. Already taking me so well.” He readjusted your position, leaning forward and pulling your legs up at the same time to hook over his shoulders. The shift made him feel even deeper inside of you, head of his cock pushing against your cervix with each thrust. 

You didn’t even know you were this flexible when he practically folded you in half while he fucked himself into you, making sure he was close enough to pepper your face with small kisses when given the opportunity. You heard him mumbling sweet compliments between his increasingly erratic breathing, but you were too blissed out to even register the words.  “God….god…oh my god!” You squeezed the towel beneath you,, bunching it within your fists as he continued to roll his hips against you, wiry blond hair and his pubic bone bumping into your clit as his cock rubbed past that spongy spot, more sensitive now from your first orgasm.  “That’s my girl.” He sped up his pace, the sound of skin slapping mixing with the cackle of the fire as you moved from death-gripping the towel to clawing at his back, desperate for your next release, desperate to be as close as possible to him. “My pretty Bunny.” 

The pet name clicked something in your brain, and you lost yourself again, muscles tensing velvety walls tightening around his impossibly big cock as you came again. His own eyes closed, a bead of sweat dripped from his forehead to between your breasts, his own quiet noises picking up in volume, his pace erratic as he chased his own high this time. Pulsing with the aftershocks of your second orgasm, you could feel as he throbbed within you, painting your inside white with his hot seed.  Half asleep and sated, you let out a noise of disappointment when he finally pulled out, wanting to stay as close as you could to him. As if he could read your mind, he immediately pulled you into his embrace, rubbing his hand against your stomach as he spooned you from behind. 

The visual of the campfire became blurry the heavier your eyelids grew, and it wasn’t long until you were out like a light, curled against him. 

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You woke up some time later, scrunched up in bed. It was still dark out when you sat up to rub your eyes and yawn. You didn’t remember the journey back but you weren’t surprised Leon had managed that, likely carrying you back in your sleep. If not for your dry throat and desperate need for a glass of water, you’d have flopped right back down to resume your unconsciousness. 

Instead, you pushed your legs over the side of the bed, still a little wobbly and exhausted. In your half asleep state it took you an extra minute to register the fact that Leon hadn’t been next to you. “S’weird.” You muttered to yourself, sluggishly moving towards the door and down the hallway.  The house was dark, no light to be seen, not even from the bathroom – which you noted was open, no Leon inside. As you took a few steps down the staircase, you could see from above the living room was also dark and silent, not even the TV’s screensaver was on, and the only light emanating from the kitchen was the small light above the stove. 

A more awake version of yourself would’ve been a little more worried with his whereabouts, but for now you only had one mission – water. The moment the tap finished filling up the glass cup, you gulped it down, and then another. Soothing the cottony feeling in your mouth and the soreness of your throat. 

Relieved and quenched, you exited the kitchen heading back to bed. Though still tired, you were slightly more alert now, rubbing at your eyes again while you walked. Passing the double doors to the library room, you heard Leon’s voice, and it stopped you in your tracks.  “I miss you.”  “Huh?” The words caught your attention instantly. One of the double french doors was cracked enough that you could peer through without much effort. While the initial reaction had been jealousy, the fear he was talking to another woman on the phone, you were left dumbfounded by the reality.  He was sitting at the desk, the red jacket in his hands as he spoke. “You know I didn’t want things to end this way. I thought you were perfect for me. We could’ve been so great together.” He brought the jacket to his face, taking in a deep inhale of it, holding his breath before finally exhaling. “I blame it on him, putting those awful thoughts in your head. Tearing you away from me.” His grip on the jacket tightened so much you could see the vein in his arm flex even with just the dim lamp on the desk and the distance between you. 

‘What the hell?’ You weren’t sure what to make of what you were witnessing, but you knew it didn’t sit right with you. It was just…weird.

“I wish you didn’t force me to end things. But it’s alright, I’ve moved on. I know you’d be happy for me.” He spit onto his hand, moving it beneath the desk. A whimper left his mouth, needier, different from how he sounded above you. Wet schlicking noises told you exactly what he was doing as he sniffed the jacket again. “You both wear the same perfume. Love it so much.” He added between grunts. “God. Might take me a minute baby. Already blew a load earlier.” The sounds picked up speed.

It felt wrong to keep watching, whatever was happening was a clearly intimate moment you didn’t belong a part of. You took the opportunity to gently back away from the door, and as quietly as you could made it back up to the bedroom, pulling the thick blanket over your head, like a child fending off the boogie man.  “What. The. Fuck.” You whispered to yourself. It left you with a million questions you weren’t completely sure you wanted answers to. An amalgamation of emotions swirled in your head, confusion, worry, jealousy? You knew the jacket smelled like your perfume, but the confirmation as he jerked it to his ex made you shudder. “Gross.”

Your sleepiness had worn off, leaving you to lay awake with your thoughts. It wasn’t long after that the bedroom door creaked open, the sound of soft padding across the floor was heard before the weight of the bed sunk in behind you. Leon’s arm wasn’t comforting as it wrapped around you this time, it felt more like a weight forcing you in place. You wanted to pretend you were asleep, but the claustrophobic feeling was too much making you move a little on instinct.  “Why were you downstairs?” 

The question made the hair on your neck stand up despite his warm breath. “I needed some water.” “Mmmm, you going to lie to me now?” “What? I’m not –” “I know you were watching.” His grip around you tightened, squeezing you against him. It felt threatening in a way you couldn’t explain. “I didn’t mean to.” “It's not polite to stare.” 

“I know.”  “What were you doing downstairs?” “I told you I was just getting a drink.” “Then why were you watching?” “I heard your voice. I didn’t know where you were. I’m sorry.” Tears formed quicker than you expected. He sat up slightly, rolling you to face him. His hand gripped your jaw slightly, you could barely make out his figure in the dark room. He pressed his lips to yours. “Don’t let me catch you spying again.” 

“I’m sorry.”  He didn’t reply, instead laying back down, pulling you against his chest. He rubbed your back like he normally did when you fell asleep, but no comfort came from it. The whole thing had you wigged out, bad. 

“Leon?” “Hmm?” “Is there any way we could head back tomorrow?” “We have a whole trip planned.” “I know. I just wanted to get my phone, I’ve been feeling weird without it.” You let out an awkward laugh, hoping to play it off. Really though you were desperate to be closer to other people.  “Sorry I’m not good enough company.” You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. “No really. It’s nothing to do with you. Please, we can come back, I just really want to get it.” “No.” It was so firm it threw you off completely.  “But Leon that’s not f–”

“Leon –” “I said no. I’m not driving you hours there and back, wasting gas because you forgot your phone. You don’t even need it.” “It’s not about needing it. I’d just feel more comfortable if I had it.”

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow.” “I don’t want to talk about it tomorrow, I just want to go home and grab it.”  “I already said, no.” You yanked yourself away from his space, to the other side of the bed, flicking the lamp on. You can’t remember ever actually having argued with him before, at least not in a true capacity. “You’re making me uncomfortable.” “You’re being ungrateful.” 

His words sliced you like a knife, you frowned. “I’m not –” “You are.” “I want to go home. I don’t want to stay here anymore. You can’t just keep me here if I don't want to be.” “Sweetheart –” “No, I’m serious Leon. I’m not staying. I don’t know what’s up with this weird thing you have with your ex, or anything else. But I don’t want to be here anymore. I need to go home. I need space.” He clicked his tongue, sitting up. “We both know that you don’t know what you need. Just come back to bed.”

Resistant, you stood out of the bed staring down at him, face red with anger and upset. “No. Take me home right now.”  He didn’t respond immediately, scanning you with his eyes. “Sweetheart, you’re not going anywhere. Not tonight. Not tomorrow either.” “I –” He was making you so frustrated. “If you don’t take me home, then I’ll figure out a way home myself.” “No, you won’t.” He threw his own legs over the side of the bed, righting himself. When he turned to face you, you felt cornered. To combat the feeling you sidestepped closer to the bedroom door. “Stop.” You said, putting your hand out in front of you, palm open fingers spread out as if that would magically keep him distanced from you. “Stay there.” “Baby.” He said unamused.  “I mean it.” “What’s gotten into you?”  “I told you. You’re making me uncomfortable.” His brows came together as if he was considering what you were saying. You took the opportunity to back up from the door into the hallway. “I think you’re having an episode. I think you need to calm down.” ‘The fucking audacity.’ You thought to yourself taking another step back. Lightning lit up the hallway from the window, the boom of thunder following close behind. Rain pattered against the windows as silence took over the situation between you. He didn’t move from where he was standing in the bedroom, you didn’t move from where your feet were planted in the hallway.

“Please come back to bed?” His voice was soft now, pleading. “I’m really not sure why you’re acting this way right now. But I’m concerned about you. I’m sorry if you’re uncomfortable, just come back ok?” He reached his hand out gently, as if he were taming a wild animal – the only result was you taking a step back. 

Defiantly you shook your head.  “Sweetie.”

You took another step back. He sighed, taking a step forward. You felt sick somehow, legs telling you to run again, run before he did something. Run before you’d be stuck just like in the woods. Fear you couldn’t explain. You knew you were being dramatic. It was Leon, there was no reason to be this on edge, even despite the weirdness of the evening, but your nerves told you differently.  “Are you going to take me home?” “No baby.” 

That was it, you bolted as fast as you could, feet skittering across the polished wooden floorboards. If you hadn’t used the bannister, you’d have face planted with the quickness you used to get down the stairs, missing the last few steps entirely. There was no immediate sound of movement behind you, at least none you could hear through your own pulse thrumming in your ears. You tore through the living room looking for a home phone, his cell, anything.  Finally his flat steps were heard coming down the stairs

Your search came up empty. You knew there was nothing in the kitchen. Nervously you slid into the library, slamming the double doors shut and clicking the little turn locks on the inside knobs, just in time for him to be on the other side, gently twisting the knobs.  “Baby, just come out here.” 

“No.” You said weakly, looking around the room. The laptop was no longer on the desk, but you did see his keys tossed on the corner of it. With a shaky hand, you reached out and picked them up, tucking the fob into your palm, the metal part sticking out between two fingers as a defensive weapon. He stopped attempting to twist the knobs and instead knocked gently. “Why don’t you take a minute to calm down?”  “No.” You repeated again, looking for a way out.  “You’re not acting rational.” He added.

There were no other connecting doors besides the ones leading out into the living room area, and you knew you couldn’t make it past Leon that way. The windows to the office were large, missing screens like with most old homes. It wouldn’t take much to slip through one – ‘but which of us would make it out to the jeep first?’ 

“Just leave me alone!” You yelled back at him, clicking the little latch on the window sill. You waited for the next crack of thunder to make the move. Despite the old wood, the window lifted easily, giving you a view to the patio.  “I can’t do that. You know that.” He replied, seemingly unaware of your plan.

You went out leg first, making sure the key was tight in your fist. Rain was beating down on the ground so hard the yard had practically been rendered all mud, running through it barefoot was going to be a challenge. ‘Just get to the jeep. Just get to the jeep’ You repeated in your head, stepping out into the disgustingly wet dirt, cringing when it mushed between your toes. 

Without a second thought, you took off running towards the front of the house, feet slapping into the wet surface of the ground, tshirt and hair soaked in the rain. You tripped over a rock, tumbling flatly splashing up grass and more mud into your face and torso. Not giving up, you righted yourself completely, half falling again as you ran to the car.  By this point Leon had already figured out your plan, the front door of the house slamming open. You looked back only long enough to see him walking towards you as you grabbed the door handle to pull yourself back up and over into the driver's seat. Trembling, you dropped the keys trying to get them into the ignition. “Shit. Shit.” You felt around on the floor, grabbing hold of them again, this time successfully managing to stick them in the ignition and turning the jeep on. 

“You’re being so dramatic right now.” He called out, halfway to you. “You’re acting terrified. Just come back inside.” You shook your head, pulling the gearshift out of the parked position and into reverse, careful to not let it slip in your shaking and wet state. Slamming the gas pedal didn’t go in your favor, instead of moving, the vehicle roared in place, tires spinning against the soft earth, mud flying about, some flinging backwards smacking into you.  “No…no…shit no..” You squeaked, slamming down on the pedal harder, turning the wheel. It still wouldn’t budge, mud and grass going everywhere in the rain. You tried putting it into drive, the whole vehicle lunged forward an inch before getting stuck again. “Come on. Come on.” You begged the universe. Too focused on the jeep, you had lost focus of Leon.  The door opened and he reached over you, pulling the keys out and tossing them into the passenger seat floor somewhere. You went to dive for them when he scooped you up instead, holding you tightly as you kicked and squirmed, clawing at him to get out of his grasp. He didn’t speak, but held firm as he made his way back inside with you, depositing you onto the floor of the entranceway. 

You stared up at him, trying to scoot back. There was a claw mark on his face from your nails, a little blood beading up there, a matching one on his shoulder. He knelt down to look at you, face full of concern. He cupped your cheeks in his hands, stopping your movement. “Good god baby, look at you. I mean really, look at you. This isn’t what a sane person would do.” His voice was so sickly sweet, it made you choke out a sob.  “Y-you scared me – I.” “I scared you? Baby I’m bleeding because of you. You tried to steal my car. You’re soaked, covered in mud….God baby, see this is exactly why I had to bring you out here. Could you imagine what would happen if you acted like this in front of other people?” “But I –” You looked into his eyes, then at the stripe of blood on his cheek. You looked around, then down at your mud covered body. You felt pathetic. He was right, this was ridiculous, you were ridiculous. “I’m sorry Leon.” You said, face scrunching up into an ugly cry. Like a toddler you sat in front of him sobbing, soaking wet. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” 

“Shhh. Shhh.” He hushed you, one hand leaving your cheek. You felt the sting of something in your side, but were hazy before you could even register anything. 

You managed one more snotty sob before your vision was spotty, head becoming harder and harder to hold up – then the relaxing tug of unconsciousness overtook you.

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The Old Me Never Left

Kai Parker x Reader

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Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Summary: Kai's SO gets grabbed by some witches in an attempt to make him cooperate, but those witches forgot exactly who they were dealing with.

Word Count: 1,635

Category: Angst, Fluff

A/N: Just a heads up, this has a little more description of violence and the reader in peril than my works usually do! Still very canon-typical for TVD though.

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My favorite song blasted through my headphones as I walked, the sun gently shining down and making the world around me the perfect temperature. A light breeze blew across my face and I'd just picked up my favorite drink from my favorite cafe. It should've been the perfect moment.

Instead of enjoying the day, however, I was busy glancing in the reflective windows of buildings I passed, trying to keep an eye on the two people behind me. They'd been behind me for a while now, including at the coffee shop I'd stopped at, and my mental warning meter had quickly clicked into the red.

Since I regularly involved myself with supernaturals, especially since I'd started dating one, I'd had to be more on guard than ever for someone coming after me for something to do with all that. Very much inconvenient and sometimes truly terrifying, but lucky for me, I had a secret weapon.

Kai Parker. My boyfriend, and a siphoner-witch who just happened to be one of the most powerful people around. No matter if the threat behind me was supernatural or just regular humans being a problem, I knew Kai could and would take care of it for me.

I sped up slilghtly, chucking my still half-full drink in the trash and pulling my phone out of my pocket. Despite myself, my heart started racing faster, especially as I noticed the people behind me getting noticeably closer the next time I checked in a window. I quickly dialed Kai's number and held the phone to my ear, speeding up even more when I heard running footsteps behind me.

"Hey, sweetheart," came Kai's voice as I started running. I could hear his smile through the phone. "What's up?"

"Kai, I need you to come find me," I said, my voice urgent, the words coming out between fast breaths. "I was on my way to the park. I'm like a block or two away, coming from our cafe, and these people are following me-"

I heard someone behind me shout a word I didn't know, and a moment later, a splitting pain tore through my head. I screamed and fell to the ground, but I knew making a scene wouldn't help; these people were clearly witches. The extra seconds I'd had to talk to Kai were likely only because they'd been busy casting spells to hide me from passerby when I went down.

Vaguely, as I hit the pavement and the world went dark around me, the pounding in my head echoing throughout my body, I thought I heard Kai's voice. He sounded panicked, and he kept repeating my name over and over. I wanted to talk to him. I needed to talk to him, to reassure him, to help him with whatever had him freaking out. But I couldn't make myself move, especially not through the pain.

Finally, everything else faded to black, the pain disappearing with the rest of the world as Kai's voice danced through my head for one last blissful moment. And then he was gone, too.

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When I woke up, not everything came back to me right away. I wasn't totally sure where I was or how I'd gotten here, but I knew one thing: my body hurt.

Everything, top to bottom, ached or screamed at me in some way. And when the memories started coming back, of the witches and the panic in Kai's voice on the phone, my heart started clenching in my chest, too.

"Look who's awake."

A gruff voice drew my attention to a few figures in front of me. I couldn't totally make them out, my vision still a little blurry, but they clearly weren't friends.

"Who... are you?" I managed to groan. I tried to move, but found myself bound tightly to a chair. My head swam, a pain like a spike still focused into my forehead.

"We're friends of your boyfriend," said one in a tone that clearly meant the opposite. I groaned.

"What do you... want?"

"We want him to get in line," the one in the middle said. "The powerful heretic, wrongful leader of the Gemini Coven, finally has a weakness—you—so it's time for him to start playing nice."

I huffed a laugh which immediately turned into a painful cough. Still, I smiled and shook my head, even as it made the world spin beneath me.

"You're all fools. You can't control Kai, especially not like this."

"Oh, I think you're underestimating your importance to him significantly," said the one in the lead. I started to respond, but a familiar voice piped up from the back of the room before I could.

"Mm, I don't think this has anything to do with 'underestimating importance'. More like... one person in this room knows who I am, and everyone else forgot."

The men before me whirled around, giving me a clear line of sight to Kai as my vision finally started returning to normal. I swear at least half the adrenaline melted out of my body at the sight of him leaning casually against the doorframe of whatever room we were in. He looked completely casual and calm, until his eyes locked onto me. The teasing smile dropped from his face as he straightened, then faced the other witches again. The smile came back, but this time it had a much sharper edge to it.

"You know, it's funny," he said, voice like a steel blade. "People seem to think that just because I've chosen a peaceful life with someone I love, that I lost all my powers, or something. But I can tell you all right now: the Kai Parker of your nightmares didn't go anywhere."

The witches between Kai and I shifted nervously, removing his direct line to me and shifting backwards in my direction.

"You better be careful, Parker," said the one in the lead, all of the arrogance and confidence gone from his voice despite his attempt to posture. "You do what we say, or-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence before Kai raised a hand, magically yanking the witch forward and striking out with a knife in his other hand, stabbing the witch straight through the heart. The whole room froze in shock as Kai just held him there for a minute, surely siphoning the magic out of his body, before letting him fall to the floor limp and dead.

The minute his body hit the ground, the remaining witches sprang into action. Most of them tried to focus fire on Kai, but one dropped back towards me, moving to stand behind me and my chair. In the time it took him to cross the room, Kai made quick work of the rest of his friends, draining all of their power before finishing them off and dropping them with their fallen leader.

"Stop!" shouted the one behind me. "Don't make another move or I'll- ah!"

He screamed, and I heard a sound like him dropping to his knees. Before me, Kai had one hand extended, a thunderous look on his face. He scrunched his hand into a fist, and the man behind me fell silent, other than the sound of his body hitting the floor.

Just like that, the rage melted off Kai's face. He crossed the room to me in a second, dropping to his knees before me and gently running his hands over my forearms and thighs. A moment later, the bonds holding me fell away.

"Are you alright, baby?" he asked, eyes wide with concern as his hands ghosted over my body, simultaneousy checking for injury while reassuring him I was really here. "I'm so sorry they hurt you. I came as fast as I could."

I nodded shakily, rubbing at my wrists before running a hand down Kai's face. He leaned into the touch, his eyes instantly romaing my expression.

"I'm okay now," I said, voice still a little breathy. "I'm okay. I knew you'd come for me."

"I'll always come for you. Nothing in the world could keep me away. Nothing." I nodded, a smile making its way onto my face as Kai brushed a few tears from my cheek that I hadn't realized had fallen. "And now, none of them are ever going to hurt you again."

Kai's eyes darkened a little as he said it, so I brushed my thumb across his cheek and gave him a small smile. Just like that, the shadows vanished from his face again as his eyes focused on me. I leaned forward and Kai did the same, our lips meeting a moment later in a soft, sweet kiss. I felt the warm tingle of magic flowing across my skin, erasing all the last aches and pains, until Kai and I finally pulled apart.

A fluttering smile made its way onto Kai's face as his eyes scanned mine again. Finally, he sighed.

"You ready to go home, sweetheart?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am."

"Me too."

Kai shot me a wink as he scooped me into his arms, then carried me out of the room, stepping carefully over the bodies he'd left in his wake. He held me a little tighter to him as we left the room, and I buried my head in his chest. Kai and I had both changed a lot since we'd first met, but at the end of the day, we were still the same people. He would still do anything for me, and although it didn't come up as often, I would do anything for him. And no one, be they murderous witches or particularly rude people I happened to cross paths with in my daily life, stood at chance at bringing the two of us down.

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megumi fushiguro x reader - non sorcerer!au

you're tired from school and your amazing boyfriend knows how to brighten your mood

cw: very soft megumi, fluffy, little kisses

wc: 604

author's note ~ first fic here hehe just a short one to start :) please please give me suggestions on what to write i wanna write sm. also this fic is basically just me writing about what i want rn :((

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14:49. you felt your vision crossing as you tried to keep your eyes open. just 11 more minutes till school was over. you sighed, even after that you couldn't go home and sleep. you still had some homework to do.

you straitened your posture in your chair, you couldn't let others see your exhaustion. you were supposed to be a role model in the class. sometimes, you really wished you weren't the class president.

the bell rang taking you out of a trance you didn't realize you were in. was i sleeping with my eyes open? you quickly packed up your things before having a quick talk with your teacher about plans for tomorrow’s class and if there were anything you needed to prepare. unfortunately, there was.

you felt your feet drag you out of the school, at snail pace. a hand grasped your shoulder stopping you in your spot. you knew who it was before you even turned around already leaning into their presence. “hi, ‘gumi” you smiled lightly.

“hi. you look tired.” megumi, your amazing but brutally honest boyfriend, said.

“i look that bad, huh?” you raised a brow almost daring him to continue.

“no, no, that's not what i meant!” he clarified, albeit slightly panicked. “you look like you could use a nap or coffee though…”

“both.” you whined, continuing your trudge out of the school.

“okay, let's go get coffee and a snack.” he smiled, taking your hand in his, leading the way.

your smile grew. you knew megumi wasn't the biggest person on pda (even if it was just hand holding) but you knew megumi was very attentive to your needs and knew in moments when you were overworked and exhausted…a little hand holding was what you needed.

the hand holding alone almost boosted your mood as you walked beside him.

you chatted lightly about each other’s day as you made your way to the coffee shop. what made you and megumi’s relationship so special was you both understood the value of talking to each other animatedly but as well quietly appreciating the small moments like this.

after you arrived, you ordered your drinks and food. megumi payed (well technically gojo did but so what), as you sat on a bench under a tree in the park across the street. shortly after megumi came over with the stuff. “thank you, love.” you breathed in the smell of the delicious roast.

after a couple minutes of you quietly drinking your drink, megumi said suddenly, “i love you.” you glanced at him in slight shock.

“what has gotten into you lately?” you asked with a chuckle, “i love you too, but that was random.”

“do i need a reason to say i love you?”

“well no but-”

“but what?” he leaned in closer. you turned your head blushing slightly. even after all this time, you still felt like you had a crush on him. he kissed the side of your head as he tucked you into his side. “you work too hard, yn. i worry sometimes and i want to make sure you know i'm here. just say the word.”

“oh, ‘gumi.” you felt tears treating to rise. “i know, thank you. you are amazing. how did i get so lucky?”

“i'm the lucky one.” he looked at you with his beautiful eyes and you couldn't help but lean in and give him a light kiss.

“you’re so cute.” you saw him blush making you giggle. suddenly you felt wide awake. if being class president somehow led you to moments like this, then you guess it's not too bad.

[alfredosauce50]

Parent headcanons: Alfred, Allen, Matt, & Mathias

When it comes to the trials of adulthood, they have their own ways of getting on top. But parenting is what really puts them to the test. Starting a family and being one of the sole carers for another person will shine a light on the best and worst parts of them.

The big news

Alfred

He has the most normal reaction out of the four. Panic, acceptance, then excitement, he’s finally moving onto the final stages of adulthood and achieving his lifelong dream. Being a suburban dad and getting that white picket fence. It’s not just about liking kids, Alfred is rather traditional when it comes to his values; he has always romanticized the American dream. He already has a good job, all he needs is to make it happen.

“Fuuuuuck,” He whispers, eyes wide as he rakes his hands through his hair. He stands there for a few minutes, staring into space as you watch him tensely for his reaction. “We’re ready to be parents, right?”

Allen

He will freak out. Planned or unplanned, he’s not mentally prepared to be a father. He doesn’t think he’s good enough, but knows deep down he has to be. That’s what really scares him. If he needs to improve himself, it’s now or never. So after a week of panicking and catastrophizing, he’s ready to give himself a second chance — even if it’s for someone else. But his selflessness is key to his perseverance, and eventual success.

“I fucked up,” He squeezes you like a lifeline. It was the only conclusion he could come to after hours of talking about it, the only thing he could ever truly understand. “I fucked up. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Mathias

He’ll be over the moon. He’s gonna be even more excited than you, but that’s kinda given when he doesn’t have to carry the baby and deliver it. Point is, Mathias is very family-oriented, so don’t expect anything less. He’s the most self-affirmed a person can be too, so he’s always ready to move onto the next stage in life. His nurturing character and openness to change will help you immensely in periods of stress and uncertainty.

“I’m so happy that I could cry,” He whispers with his head on your tummy. He’s half-awake after burning out from his own excitement, but his spirit is still in the right place. “We’re finally gonna have a family.”

Matt

Letting you into his life was already a miracle, and now he’s gonna be a dad? This is a human being that he’ll have to be responsible for, not something he can simply tap out of and run away from. Matt is driven by his interests, solitude, and above all else, his freedom. A baby would take away all of those things, and he’s so troubled by it that he disappears for a few weeks. He comes home to a slap, but it’s well-deserved.

“Are you gonna keep hitting me, or are you gonna let me go to my shed?” He sighs, closing his eyes as you keep wailing on him. And he just takes it, absorbing every strike that was your burning love for him.

“Why, so you can keep—” You shove him harshly so that he actually stumbles back. “—hiding from me?”

“No, I’m gonna build a crib and make some toys.”

Parenting style

Alfred

He’s everything you’d expect from a new parent. Freaking out over the little things, screaming when they do something new, burning out after weeks of sleep deprivation, etc. He isn’t perfect, and you’re gonna have to work with him like any other partner, but before you know it, the house is filled with photo frames. He’s your best friend, and sometimes before your partner, so he has a hard time giving and taking. But it’s also why you two will stick together through thick and thin.

Alfred eventually evolves into the archetype of fathers. He takes the backseat and tells his kids, ‘I don’t know, go ask your mother,’ or even gets in trouble for doing stupid things like leaving the toilet seat up. When you just finished yelling at the kids, he comes to them later and goes, ‘someone’s in a bad mood today,’ when he’s just glad it wasn’t him. But when it’s something really serious, he flips like a switch and takes the lead. When that happens, there’s no talking him down.

“Alright gang, ready to get the show on the road?” Alfred rubs his hands together excitedly before he starts the car. “When we get there, I want everyone to be on their best behavior. I’m already on thin ice.”

He has high expectations for his kids. Ever since they popped out, he’s been giving them the best of the best, like nice clothes, family trips, sports leagues, and dance. He also wants them to go to a prestigious university in the future and to do all the things he might have missed out on. Cue the ‘that’s your dream, not mine, dad!’ Alfred can be hard on his children when it comes to success, so you need to remind him they’ve got minds of their own and are not carbon copies of him.

He says he prefers sons until he gets a daughter. Alfred is an absolute sweetheart to his girls, and is way more lenient with them than his boys. He doesn’t mean to play favorites, but it’s just how he’s wired. However, it also means being quite strict and protective when they get to that age. No drinking and no sleepovers with boys present. Men are all animals according to him. But dad, aren’t you a man? Exactly! He’s the pioneer of ‘anything you do to my daughter, I do to you.’

Allen

He tried his absolute best to prepare, but it starts off a disaster. What can go wrong will go wrong. The baby gets sick, you’re away on urgent family business, so he needs to do it all without you. Allen stays in hospital with the baby overnight, and slowly, but surely, they get better. He ends up neglecting himself to put his child’s needs first, and by the time you get back, he’s burning up with a fever. But the baby is perfectly content and sleeping soundly in the crib because of him.

He wants the best for his family, even if it means sacrificing everything he has. He understands his limits, but there’s nothing he won’t do to make sure his kid gets every opportunity he never had. Sports, college, you name it. If everybody in class has branded sneakers, he’ll buy a pair just so they don’t feel left out. He’s always proud of his baby, and if anybody tried to bully them, they’ll have to answer to him. Allen sees the best of him in his child, but usually fails to see it in himself.

“You can have my egg. I’m not hungry, baby.” Allen says, sliding his plate to his little girl. He knows that you won’t be back with the groceries for an hour or so, and no kids are going hungry on his watch.

Allen doesn’t think there’s a particular way of parenting because no one child is the same. So long as they do their homework, get out under the sun, and have a good attitude, the rest is to be decided. If his child needs extra support, he’ll give it to them, and if they need a reality check, he’ll give that to them too. He reminds them how hard life can be without stability, so they should take their future seriously, but at the same time, he’s always gonna be there to give them a home.

Nobody would mess with his kids after one look at him. He’s an ex-marine without the ‘ex.’ His daughter will have trouble finding a boyfriend to begin with because of him, and when she finally does, they’re gonna have to gain his respect to be trusted with looking after his little girl. If his son ever gets into a fight, he’ll ask if he won then whoop his ass later. And in the principle’s office, he’s giving the other kid the worst stink-eye ever. He’s the dad that could beat up the other dads.

Mathias

He’s a total natural; all is well when the baby is in his care. He may be all over the place, but when he really cares about something, he’s in a constant state of hyper focus. The baby will always be clean, well-fed, and happy, so don’t worry about a thing. There’s also no such thing as 50/50 with Mathias. He knows that there will be times when one person has to take the lead. It’s not in his nature to keep track of who’s giving and taking the most. He’s too mature for that.

It’s like experiencing a second childhood for him. Reading picture books, fairytales, playing with legos, or going to places he went to as a kid, he treats parenthood as a chance to relive his best memories and love every second of it. He will never miss a parent event, performance, and appointment. His dedication makes him very perceptive of his child, so he always knows what to do or say to cheer them up. As they grow up, they maintain a very close relationship to him.

“We wanna go to Legoland!”

“You mean, you wanna go to Legoland,” You laugh at him, “I heard you talking to Bjorn about it last night.”

“That’s so he can make an informed decision, of course,” Mathias grins, not showing a hint of shame as he shuffles over with his phone on the home page of the Legoland site. “So I take that it’s decided?”

He’s a great parent, but he’s by no means strict. All he wants is for them to have a fighting chance in the world, like doing a job that they enjoy. He’s great at communicating with his kids and has a lot of compassion, which takes them a long way. He’s never had to discipline them besides setting boundaries and occasionally grounding them. You rule the home with a firmer hand, and maybe that’s why your kids respect you more but treat him more like a friend than a parent sometimes.

Mathias doesn’t bat an eye when his kids first start dating. He’s always been quite liberal, so he just tells them to be careful about the birds and the bees, then to talk to him if things get testy. The one thing he’ll do is to ensure they have high standards. Love is life’s reward, not something to cry yourself to sleep about. Eventually, he’ll invite their date over for dinner, and as it turns out, he’d be a great father in law. He’s very welcoming and treats any future Densens like one of his own.

Matt

He’s a trial-by-error, improvise as you go along kinda dad. He hasn’t put much thought into the trials of childcare, but he always works things out in his own way. If the bub keeps crying because they don’t want to be bottle-fed by him, he will cover his face with a picture of you. Easy-peasy. If they’re crawling around the bed, he will use them as a mousepad as he scrolls on his laptop. That way, he gets some leisure time while making sure they don’t actually go anywhere.

Matt is the opposite to a helicopter parent. When his kid trips and face plants into the ground, he doesn’t react. The trick is to not acknowledge it, because only then will they cry. He isn’t afraid to let them explore the world and gain their own agency. It’s good for them, he says. Some part of you thinks he just wants them to grow up quicker so he doesn’t have to take care of them anymore, but there’s always those special little moments.

“How about I teach you how to drive the truck?” Matt asks, walking back home with the family.

“He’s eleven.” You remark.

“Is that a problem?”

He’s all about the family business. If his children don’t want to go fishing and logging with him, fine, but if they show even the slightest bit of interest, he’s bought. Matt will be more than eager to show them the ropes. He takes them on camping trips to show them the beauty of the great outdoors, and the humility it takes to be apart of it. The art of it all is there’s no problem that can’t be solved, and even a rugged man like him can be domesticated by the right person.

If his daughter got a boyfriend, he’d be waiting at home with a shotgun. Matt will then play it off like he just got back from a hunting trip. He’s the type to use silent intimidation, and it works like a charm. If not, he’ll tell jerks to get off his lawn even though he doesn’t have one, and when they ask what lawn, he’ll just say “all of it.” What he means is to get out of his sight and the woods, which is the lawn he’s talking about. (Ha!) On the flip side, he’s nice to girls his son brings home.

Losing the spark

Alfred

He has a tendency to let himself go when he gets comfortable. This usually happens when his first kid reaches their teenage years and he can afford to sit back now that they can do their own thing. He’s established a stable family unit, but he takes that for granted and gets a little lazy. As a result, he packs on a few pounds and tries less in the relationship. He’s not as attractive as he used to be, and you’re having more petty arguments.

“Why do I feel like you hate me?” He watches you mop the kitchen after you told him to do it. Only he delayed it to sit around on his phone and eat crisps. Even then, he still has the nerve to be upset about it.

“I don’t hate you, I’m just annoyed at you.”

“But you’re annoyed with me everyday.”

Allen

Losing the spark? Not on his watch! He never stops trying, ever, and keeps chasing you like when he first started dating you. His stability doesn’t come from money, it comes from you. You’re his rock, and nothing else matters so long as you’re here. He’s the epitome of ‘you know how daddy is about mommy,’ and he’s proud of it. He also takes great care of his body, and with his good genes, he practically ages backwards.

“You better wear that button-down shirt tonight, Al. A tank top isn’t gonna cut it,” You tell him.

“You callin’ me a deadbeat?” He questions.

“No, but you dress like one.”

“I thought you liked my clothes, babe.”

“I do, but the teachers won’t.”

“True that.” He fixes his collar in front of a mirror. He peers at his reflection, marveling at how well he cleaned up. A dress shirt and belt? He’s practically unrecognizable — until he grins, that is. “Still got it.”

Mathias

He’s always gonna be young at heart, so his spirit never dies. His love for you is as constant as a river, and he’s not afraid of putting on a show for the kids to the point they get a little disgusted. (Ew!) He doesn’t think he’d ever be too old for romance, and his good faith shows up in how gracefully he ages. He might occasionally grow out a thick beard, and when he shaves it off, he looks devastating close to when he was younger.

“Are we ever gonna be alone again?” He mumbles, pouting. His thirtieth birthday is coming up, but he hasn’t changed a bit, save for the more pronounced smile lines around his mouth. “I need some love too.”

“We will, Mat. I just don’t feel comfortable leaving the baby alone right now,” You shake your head.

“We could call Amy and have a date night.”

“I don’t know, Mat.”

“I’ll shave off my beard.”

“Huh?”

“You wouldn’t say no to me without a beard.”

Matt

The longer he’s with you, the harder he loves. His feelings don’t change when things get hard, or as time passes. They just get stronger. In that same breath, he also ages like wine. In the end, he ends up being the bigger romantic. He used to be a lone wolf, and he thought he was okay with it, but now that he has you, he can’t imagine his life without you. To think you actually stuck around and gave him a chance, he’ll never forget that.

“Wanna go back inside and do it?” He mutters.

“You’re disgusting, Matt.” You walk inside without sparing him a single glance. No matter how old he gets, he’ll always have a mouth on him. No matter how old you get, you’ll always forgive him for it.

“Is that a no?”

“Make me dinner and let me think about it.”

“Deal.”

[mitsuki-komori]

Your Soothing Heart (And Cats!)

WHAAAT? I’m alive? Yeaaaaaah

“Luck! Luck!” Magna yelled as he walked through the woods, visibly irritated. ‘Gah… Where the hell has the brat gone now?’

This was supposed to be a quick mission… Find a stupid cat and you’re done. It was as simple as that. But no. Luck just had to go run off on his own. Magna swears, Luck will never change. Magna thought about how far he was from the village the cat comes from, could a cat really wander this far? They checked everywhere else…

Magna only had the patience to look for one animal.

With each step, Magna became more frustrated than he was before. Luck really knew how to get on his nerves sometimes… “Luck! This isn’t funny, come out. You’re pissing me off.

That’s when Magna heard a quiet ‘meow’. He snapped his head over to the sound and saw a little white cat with golden eyes. A cat they (AS A TEAM) we’re supposed to find. At least this was a plus.

Magna stepped forward to pick it up, that’s when it started to go the opposite way. “Oh, you little—“

As they went through the forest, Magna couldn’t help but get the feeling that the cat wasn’t necessarily trying to get away from him… Since it kept waiting once it was far enough away from Magna… That or it’s just that mean.

That’s when it hit him. This mana. It was strange, and it had bad vibes all over it. Following the cat more, the mana got stronger.

The little cat went into a cave. That was suspicious in itself, but a mission is a mission. When Magna got in, he was hit with a wave of warmth and purple light came from around the corner. And the more he went in, the more of this purple gunky, charcoal looking stuff there was.

Then his heart dropped. Reaching the end of the small cave, he saw where the cat was leading him. On the ground, completely passed out, was Luck. Magna ran over in an instant. “Luck! Luck, hey! Are you alright?”

Magna began to feel nauseous. He put one arm under Luck’s knees, the other on his back as he picked Luck up (the cat on Luck’s stomach). Magna could tell this had something to do with this gross mana. So he got out of there with Luck as fast as possible. “Goddamn it, Luck… You’re so reckless… You’ll get yourself killed one of these days.” Magna muttered with discomfort in his tone.

Once Magna believed they were far enough, he laid Luck’s unconscious body against a tree and tried to shake him awake. He looked pale and filthy… ‘What did the brat get himself into?’

Luck started stirring awake, his vision was blurry… There was a strange sinking feeling in his chest as he looked around.

“Luck? Are you okay? You look pretty out of it…” Magna places a hand on Luck’s cheek to turn his head towards him. The feeling was strange. It’s like Luck was freezing and burning at the same time, there was definitely something wrong.

As soon as Luck realized he was awake, his breath hitched and it began to pick up. He slapped Magna’s hand away and scoot back.

“Don’t touch me!”

Magna looked shock as his face covered itself with worry and confusion. “Woah! Luck, it’s me… You’re okay…”

Luck groaned in pain as he looked around frantically, clearly very panicked and confused. He began to shake and his heart wouldn’t stop pounding in his chest. “It hurts! Make it stop!” Luck clenched his head, tearing up.

Magna could feel his anxiety go through the roof. He’s never seen Luck like this, and it scared the shit of him. He hated seeing someone he cared about so much in pain. The worst part was that he didn’t know how to help. “Luck, hey… What‘s wrong?”

It was like Luck was in a different world, seeing things that weren’t there. “I’m sorry… It’s my fault…” Luck muttered in his nonsensical gibberish. He reached his hand out to nothing… or something…

Magna was getting real sick of whatever game this was. However, he was much more concerned than he was annoyed. Magna pulled Luck into a tight embrace and whispered softly. “Hey, it’s alright… I’m here… just calm down…”

Luck’s voice got quieter as he took time to listen to Magna’s heartbeat. The pounding was calm. Luck rested his head and became silent.

“Jeez… You scared me… What’s wrong?” Magna pat Luck on the back in a comforting manner. When Luck lifted his head, Magna couldn’t help but notice how dizzy and delirious he looked. “You look terrible… Can you see me? Hey.” Magna waved his hand in front of Luck’s face. Luck was only to move his head in confusion. ‘Clearly not…’ Magna thinks to himself. On the bright side, at least Luck had calmed down…

Magna takes a deep breath and picks Luck up. They get onto Magna’s crazy cyclone and head back to the Black Bulls Hideout.

The moment Magna enters with Luck in his arms, most eyes turn to them. Vanessa gets up and walks over with a worried look. “Luck?! Is he alright?”

Magna shrugs. “I don’t know. I found him lying in a weird cave and then he started freaking out and crap…” Magna says with an annoyed tone, but in reality he’s the person most worried about his dear friend.

Vanessa sighs. “I’ll call a doctor over, take him to his room for some rest.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Magna nods as he continues on.

“Hm, I see… It seems your friend here has mana poisoning.” Doctor Owen states after finishing his examination.

Magna tilts his head. “Mana poisoning? The hell does that mean?”

“In some areas, mana builds up and becomes toxic. The more mana one has, the more they’ll be affected. Meaning if a royal was in Luck’s place, they’d be in much worse shape. I suspect you were only able to get Luck out so easily was because of your lack of mana.” He explained. Magna groaned in irritation. Every time! It’s always about mana every time. Though, in the case it was a good thing… Magna supposes it’s not so bad if it’s the best way to save Luck.

Magna takes a deep breath. “So what exactly is wrong with him?”

“There’s a lot of symptoms. The mana tends to use one’s memories as a method to scramble the brain. Sometimes it causes hallucinations, mood swings, and emotional distress. It should go away within a few days, so be sure he gets lots of rest and that his temperature doesn’t get too hot or cold. Another thing I should add, victims of mana poisoning shouldn’t be left alone under any circumstances.” After the explanation was given, Magna took a few moments to process.

“Oh, ok… I’ll guess I can take care of him. It’s not like I want to or anything… It’s the manly thing to do!” Magna glances at Luck who was fast asleep. After Doctor Owen took his leave, he sat beside him.

“Seriously, man? Getting yourself mana poisoning? I’ll never let you live this down.”

That’s when Magna heard a meow and he saw none other than a little golden-eyed cat lay on Luck’s stomach. That’s right… Magna completely forgot about him.

“Magnaaaaaaa…!”

Magna clenched his teeth as he walked over to Luck for the 3rd time in the last 10 minutes. “Whaaaaat?”

Luck giggled and waved. “Hi!”

“Seriously?! That’s all? Hi! Next time there better be an actual reason…” Magna knew taking care of Luck of all people would be a pain, nevermind a Luck that’s delirious like this!

“Magna, I’m hungry.” Luck says with a bored expression. The cat meowed, it was probably hungry too.

“Great, do you want a reward?” Magna jokes. However, it seemed Luck didn’t get the joke because he looked sad now. “It was a joke. I’ll get you something… What do you want?”

Luck rolled over, ignoring Magna. Magna scoffed and walked over to the side Luck turned to.

“Hey! You can’t just ask me to get you something and not tell me what it is!”

“Huh…? Do you know where she is?” Luck asked out of the blue.

Magna’s expression turned to confusion as he sighed. “You know what? I’ll pick for you.” Magna walked out and downstairs to bother Charmy.

“Charmy! Make something for Luck to eat.” Magna demands.

Vanessa tilts her head as she sees Magna. “Magna! What are you doing? Did you leave Luck alone?”

Magna froze for a moment and coughed. “Oh yeah… It’s only for a moment though.”

“Get back up there! Charmy will bring it up for you.”

Magna rolled his eyes and turned around. “Fine! But you’re not my mom!”

Upon entering Luck’s room, Magna noticed something wrong. Something is missing…

Magna looked around. “Luck? Where’d you go?” It didn’t take long for him to figure out Luck had left the room. He walked through the halls, trying to find out where he could’ve gone. Magna spots a furry white tail from around the corner. And surprise, it’s the cat. Magna followed it around and saw it go upstairs.

‘Guess I can check upstairs more…’ As soon as Magna reached the stairs, something— someone crashed into him. They both hit the floor, causing a thud. “Ow! What the… Luck? The hell are you doing?”

Luck got up and looked around, confused. Magna tried to turn Luck’s attention towards him, slightly concerned.

“Luck, hey… It’s me. What are you doing?”

Luck made eye contact with Magna and answered simply like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I’m looking for my mom.”

Magna took a moment to process. “Your… mom?”

“Do you know where she went…?”

Magna’s heart ached seeing Luck so confused and vulnerable. Magna didn’t know much about Luck’s mom, but he knew enough to know he didn’t like her. Magna couldn’t possibly tell Luck the truth with him in such a state. “Um… Your mom… she just went to the shop to… get some medicine because you’re sick. If you aren’t in bed, she’ll worry…”

Luck tilted his head. “She’ll worry about me?”

Magna nodded in confirmation. “That’s right, so come on… back to bed…”

Luck agrees and goes with Magna to his room once again. Once he’s safely in bed again, Magna checks his temperature. “Jeez, you’re like a stove.” Magna grabbed Luck’s empty glass and filled it up while also getting a wet cloth. “This outta help you cool off.”

“Magna… why do you deal with me?”

Magna raises an eyebrow, what kind of question was he trying to ask? “What do you mean?”

“I’m always ruining your things and making you mad… don’t you ever want me to go away?”

Magna felt mad again, Luck really knew how to get under his skin. “What the hell are you talking about? Who told you I wanted you to go away? Who else would I spar with? And my things? Who cares…? I’ll just get new things, and it’s not like other people would deal with me as well as you. Plus, we’re best friends, I’m used to you by now.” Magna admits he got a bit worked up, but it was Luck’s fault!

Luck stared at him for a moment and started to whine.

“What the…?” Magna scratches his head. What did he do? “Luck, why are you crying?” Magna sat down beside Luck. Luck leaned against Magna, Magna’s face heated up.

“You’re a loser.”

Steam came out of Magna’ ears. “Wh— Hey!” Luck started to laugh at Magna. “Psh, whatever… I don’t care.”

The cat crawled into Luck’s arms. Magna had to admit, Luck cuddling with a furry kitty was pretty adorable.

The next few days were a real pain for Magna. From Luck making fun of him like usual to whining like a baby. Luck is too hot! Luck is too cold! The cat is hungry! Magna swears, he’s never gonna let Luck go near toxic mana again if it means having to not deal with this.

“How are you still sick? The doctor said you should be fine after a few days…”

“Hey, Magna.” Luck sat up, letting his gaze fall onto Magna. Magna looked up at Luck.

“What now?”

Luck scooted closer to Magna. “How do you feel about me?”

Magna froze in place. “Huh?”

Luck smirked and repeated the question. “How do you feel about me? You’ve been taking care of me for the last few days, it’s like you like me or something…”

Was Luck making fun of him?!

“What are you saying?! Me like you? Psh…” Though when Magna thought about it… Luck had a point. “I mean… You’re not bad or anything… uh…”

“Is your face red?”

“No!” Magna shouted. Luck just smiled and started laughing at him. That’s when Magna became silent for a minute. “Hey! You’re not sick anymore! You’re faking it!”

Luck acted all confused. “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about~!”

“Luck, seriously… Why would you ask me that?”

“I thought I could make you say it.” Luck explained vaguely.

“Say what?!” It was Magna’s turn to act clueless. The cat meowed, Magna never thought he’d see a cat more unimpressed than that one.

Luck shrugged his shoulders and ran out the door. Magna immediately chased after him. “Hey! Where are you going!?”

“Catch me if you can!”

Magna gladly accepts the challenge and charges after the little devil.

Running outside, Magna has completely lost Luck. Magna glanced around on high alert… If he knew Luck then he knew… From behind!

Magna stepped out of the way and Luck came at him. “Ha! I—“

Magna was caught off guard when Luck grabbed his face and kissed him. When Luck stopped, Magna stood there for a whole 2 minutes. “Magna? Are you alive?”

“That was… cheating.”

Luck’s smile rises back up on his face as he cheers. “I win!”

A meow interrupted them as they both looked over at the little white cat. Luck picks it up and turns back to Magna.

“Hey, Magna! Let’s go return him together. It can be our first date!”

“You want our first date to be finishing up a boring mission?” Magna questioned him.

Luck nodded happily.

“Sounds good.”

[bonobonoyaatheart]

Video Call - Yang Jeongin

Summary : You're out on tour, and you both miss each other like crazy. You overwork yourself as distraction, which worries Jeongin. His video calls become the solution to all this.

Genre: Angst, Fluff.

Pairing: Non idol Jeongin x fem idol reader

It had been a whole week since you had embarked on your tour, and you found yourself missing him desperately. This was your first tour since the two of you had started dating, and he occupied your thoughts constantly. In an attempt to distract yourself, you poured all your energy into your work, which slowly morphed into an alarmingly unhealthy obsession.

His state of mind mirrored yours. He was going crazy in your absence, and your only contact had been through calls and simple texts. He had attempted a few video calls, but your schedule had been too demanding to spare even a moment.

The fans' ecstatic cheers reverberated in your ears as the magnificent performance concluded. Your head was spinning, and the stage lights dimmed. Exhaustion enveloped you entirely, and you observed everything fading into darkness, aware of your fellow members rushing to your side.

"Y/Nie, can you hear us?" "Get some water!" "Quick, take her backstage!" "Y/N needs rest!" "Hey, wake up!" "Should we call for external oxygen?" "Help me support her!"

Panicked voices of your fellow members filled the air as they relocated you to a makeshift medical room backstage. After some time, you slowly opened your eyes to find your fellow members gazing at you with deep concern. "She's awake, Unnie! Y/N is awake!" Mia called out to Jieun, and one by one, everyone gathered around.

Suddenly, your phone rang, and it was Jeongin on a video call. Aecha answered the call. "Unnie, please, don't mention today to Jeongin. Don't say anything, please," you implored. "Speak sparingly, kid. Just rest. We'll handle everything else," Mia instructed Aecha, who then accepted the call.

"Hey, guys! What's everyone up to? Where's Y/N?" Jeongin asked cheerfully. Aecha turned the camera towards you. "Your stubborn girlfriend overexerted herself and fainted after the performance," Seojun stated, glaring at you. "She doesn't listen to us, Jeongin, so please talk some sense into her," Mia said with genuine concern.

You were incredibly tired, not awake enough to engage with him at that moment. "How is she now? I know she can be stubborn sometimes, but all of this worries me even more," Jeongin expressed. "Three more days in Brazil," Jieun mentioned. "Don't worry; we'll take care of her."

"I trust you guys, but it's hard for me here. I already miss her so much, and situations like these keep me up at night," Jeongin admitted, his voice softening.

"We understand, Jeongin, but don't stress. We've got her back," Mia assured him with a gentle smile. "Yes, I'm sure you'll do great. Anyways, bye! Good night!" Jeongin bid your bandmates farewell, and the call ended.

The next day, you refrained from participating in the choreography, and your members texted Jeongin after the concert. Within a few minutes, you received a video call from him.

"Hey, babe, how are you feeling now? Did you get some rest?" Jeongin inquired, genuinely concerned. "Yeah, my members practically forced me to rest and sleep. I had nothing to do for half the day, which was the worst part," you replied. Jeongin's expression grew somber. "It's okay, baby. You need proper rest after everything you've put yourself through."

"But, Innie, I can't stop thinking about you and us and all those things. Working extra hard at least keeps those thoughts at bay. I miss you so much here; it feels like I can't function without you," you admitted, tears threatening to spill over. Your breathing grew heavier as you fought back the urge to break down.

"Hey, look at me. Baby, I miss you too. It's alright. Breathe. Take deep breaths; I'm right here," Jeongin reassured you, his heart aching as he watched your tears flow. "Y/Nie, it's only a few more days, okay? Baby, look at me." Jeongin couldn't help but feel guilty for not being there with you.

"Am I making you sad too? I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you hurriedly wiped away your tears. "I shouldn't make it harder for both of us."

Jeongin quickly dismissed your apology. "Don't apologize, baby; it's alright." "I guess I should hang up, or I'll cry even more." Before Jeongin could respond, you ended the call. He sighed, unable to bear watching you suffer alone any longer.

The following day, he video called you once again, but this time, he had changed the background. You had just finished your fifth performance, and your mood was genuinely uplifted. "Hey, what are you up to? You know the performance was incredible. We didn't expect such an overwhelming response from the fans. They were screaming the entire time. But what's with the flowery background?"

"Just for you, baby; you're my flower," Jeongin said, flashing you an ear-to-ear smile. "Don't be too cheesy, boy," you teased, marveling at how easily he could make you blush. "Why, do you like it?" Jeongin burst into hearty laughter. "So what are you going to do now that you're done rocking the stage?"

"Nothing much, I'll probably just rest and chill. We don't have much scheduled for tomorrow," you replied, smiling. "That's great!" Jeongin exclaimed.

"Jeongin, are you walking somewhere? Where are you?" you asked with a hint of suspicion. "Oh, that... I'm just heading to the grocery store, nothing special," he replied with a small smile. "Are you doing alright?" He inquired, "Well, I still miss you terribly, Innie," you confessed.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. "Wait, I'll open it," you said. "Just a second, baby, someone's here." Jeongin gave you a thumbs up. You opened the door to find Jeongin standing there, a broad smile on his face, still on video call. "Surprise!" he cheered.

"You... Jeongin... for real?" You were stunned, overwhelmed by the sight of your boyfriend, arms wide open for a hug. You rushed into his embrace. "You stupid idiot, jerk! Why didn't you tell me you were coming? Do you know how hard it is to get last-minute plane tickets? Why didn't you tell me? Is this your idea of grocery shopping?" You lightly playfully hit his chest, and he could barely hold back his laughter. "I came here because I couldn't wait to see you, baby. Anything for you."

You held him tightly, not realizing you were crying until Jeongin spoke up. "Let's go inside first, baby. I don't want you crying out here like this," he said, leading you to the bedroom. You clung to him like a koala. "Innie, I missed you so, so much." "That's why I'm here, baby. Come on, show me that pretty smile."

You smiled at him. "That's my girl!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with emotion. "Hey, Innie, please don't tell me you're going to cry too. That's my thing to do," he laughed softly, pulling you closer.

"Now that you're here, and I have a relaxed schedule, let's go out and explore the streets tomorrow," you suggested, hoping for a positive response. "Sure, just make sure no one recognizes you," he ran his slender fingers through your hair, caressing your soft locks. You relaxed into his touch.

He was there with you, in his arms, after all. You couldn't be happier, and neither could he. Moments like these were what your heart would cherish for a lifetime—tiny, joyful memories, precious and special.

[crow-stars]

❝DURING MIDNIGHT, ADVENTURES YOU AND I❞

❦summary; during the night is when the best adventures are made

♪the characters in this story; child!malleus draconia, baby!silver, lilia vanrouge

✎word count; 1,380

❀what do the ghosts say?; familial relationships, very very fluffy, malleus child kidnapping oh my gooosh, a panicked lilia

☛the author's notes; got super inspired from @ohsleepie and their malleus & silver sibling stuff, so i offer this! link to the original post. header is also from the art that inspired this piece, so i'll be putting the full picture at the bottom too. i hope you like it!

☪look at the catalogue?

Nights in Briar Valley are always strangely quiet. Sometimes, there will be the soft flutter of a summer bug or the quiet cawing of an insomniac raven. But those instances are few and far between.

It's something Malleus has grown accustomed to, although it's not something he particularly. Sometimes, he feels like some mysterious force compels all of Briar Valley to be silent during the night, permitting no noise or rustling of any kind. The only solace he finds is the fireflies that break through the night's darkness when the weather is warmer.

Malleus pushes away from the window sill, the soft bedsheets rustling as he wiggled to the edge of the bed. He feels himself sink a bit into the plush mattress, almost like it's trying to tempt him back to bed. The young fae ignores this, a destination in his mind.

The tiles are bitingly cold against his bare feet as he pads through the hallways, green light emitting only the smallest bit of luminescence as Malleus ventures through the halls.

The door to Lilia's quarters are easy to recognize, the wood of the door a light birch in comparison to the darker woods that are used for the rest of the doors. Whenever Malleus passed it, he always had the temptation to just enter and never leave Lilia's abode.

In there, it was always so warm, a welcoming orange fire always burning, smelling like freshly cut flowers and cut wood. Malleus always loved it, but time did not always allow him to be where he truly wanted. The door is unlocked when the young prince turns the handle, a smile spreading across his face as he passes through the door frame.

The room is dark as he enters, but Malleus can see the furniture as good eyes adjust to the dark. He takes a pause to look around, door clicking shut behind him as he steps in further.

He carefully walks along the wooden floors, towards the bedrooms. Lilia's bedroom is on the right, indicated by the red mahogany door, decorated immaculately and attractive to the eye, but that's not the room Malleus looks for. Instead, he aims for the room on the left, the door that is decorated in green and yellow stars and flowers, a sight that Malleus smiles at.

Turning the knob, the door creaks as he opens it and steps into the room. There's still some toys on the floor that haven't been cleaned up, but it's part of the charm of such a room, he thinks. Stepping over the forgotten toys, Malleus makes his way towards the crib, inspecting the small figure that wiggles in the crib. When he finally reaches the crib, he leans over the edge, eyes meeting with wide aurora-like eyes.

“Silver?”

Malleus gets a soft coo in response, a sound that makes him smile. He chuckles, leaning down further and hands bracing against the crib. Silver's bib lays on his chest, most likely falling from between his lips.

“Ah, I see you're awake as well.”

Reaching out to the small child, Malleus picks up Silver, arms wrapped around the child just as Lilia taught him. Smaller hands immediately rise to touch Malleus' face, chubby fingers trying to grip at the fae's cheeks.

He looks down at Silver, a hand pawing at his nose. “What trouble, neither of us being able to sleep, hm?” The only thing that Silver responds with is pinching Malleus' nose.

He laughs, humming in thought. “What say you, child? Shall we go somewhere?”

Silver turns in Malleus' hold a bit, head turning to look outside to the window. The fireflies were out tonight, illuminating the dark forest outside. It gives Malleus an idea, one that makes him smile.

“Oh, outside! Such a good idea.” Malleus makes his way to the door, leaving Lilia's home and out into the cold green halls once more. Despite this, Malleus still smiles, cradling a cooing Silver in his arms. “I'll take you to the fountain I like going to, I'm sure you'll love it.”

He hears a giggle, this only fueling Malleus' determination to get to the fountain. The soft padding of Malleus' feet echo through the corridor, following the path that he usually takes.

“I could also show you to the gardens as well.” Malleus' own voice fills up the silence, besides Silver's soft cooing, as he rocks the baby in his arms a bit, absentmindedly. “Lilia says he's been meaning to show you the gardens too. But I suppose I'll be the one showing it to you.”

He turns a corner, continuing on his journey. If he has to guess, Malleus would say that the two were only a few minutes from their destination.

“Though, I do hope you have no allergies to the flora there. I've heard Lilia worrying about you being allergic to things, child.” Malleus ponders all this aloud, head tilting left to right as if to imitate thinking. “Child, what do you think?”

When Malleus looks down, he finds no cooing child looking up at him in wonderment, but a child whose eyes have slipped shut, falling into deep sleep as he was rambling on.

“Ah, you can't fall asleep yet!” There's a pout that forms on the young fae's lips, huffing as Silver sleeps through Malleus' upset. “Could you not stay awake longer? We're almost there.”

And yet Silver still sleeps, little snores coming from the child. Malleus sighs heavily, but continues on his way, dirt sifting under his feet soon enough. It's pleasantly cool against his skin, the sound of gently running water reaching Malleus' ears.

The sight before him is truly calming, the slowly flowing water a nice background sound. There were roses that grew high above the young fae, a nice sight and perfect cover when playing games with Lilia. It also seemed like the fireflies decided to come over, floating about among the area. One even briefly rests on Silver's nose before Malleus shoos it away.

He walks to the bench swing that is tucked in a nice corner, complete with soft blankets and pillows for the occasion that Malleus might fall asleep here. Sitting down on the bench, Malleus grabs a blanket and makes sure to adjust the pillows well, leaning against them and pulling the blanket over himself and Silver.

Malleus is still sitting up, but the child rests against his chest, small hands curled around the front of his shirt tightly. He can't help but rub a few circles onto Silver's back, eyes trained onto the messy white locks that lean against his chest. He heaves a sigh, raising his head to look at the fountain. That familiar feeling of drowsiness starts to bloom throughout Malleus' body, not able to fight off the yawn that pushes past his lips.

With his grip on Silver tightening, Malleus leans back, eyes slipping closed as he finally is able to slip into sleep.

The next morning, the frantic yells of Briar Valley's best general echoes through the castle, frantic calls of his child and the young prince's names being heard in the early hours of the morning. All can hear the thundering footsteps as Lilia runs throughout the castle, checking all the places that Malleus could have run off to.

He finally stumbles on the fountain garden, kicking up dirt as he rushes in.

“Malleus-!”

Lilia stops himself, soaking in the sight before him. He can't help the tired chuckle that comes from his lips, dragging a hand down his face.

Malleus has leaned back a bit more on the swinging bench, arms still secured around Silver, who has taken to having his arms wrapped around Malleus' neck, hands still gripped around his shirt. The blanket has slipped down from where it was on top of them and a pillow looks ready to fall from the bench.

“Oh, great Seven...”

Walking over to the bench, Lilia sits next to Malleus, an arm wrapping around the young prince to hug him close. He relaxes against the seat, fixing the blanket so it properly covers the two children. Malleus immediately goes to lean against Lilia, still sleeping soundly. The sight of it all has adoration bubbling in Lilia's chest.

“Now what am I to do with you two, hm?”

[chronicowboy]

love you in my sleep | 4.2k

Eddie likes to think he's pretty good at bottling things up—he's not great at keeping them bottled up but—maybe it'd be more accurate to specify champagne bottles, specifically the type sprayed around on Formula One podiums. Or, well, soda canning things up might be the better term because, God, is he good at shaking those bad boys up until they explode. But going by the last explosion, Eddie thinks he has about two more years before his feelings for Buck come bursting out of him like champagne foam; light and fizzy and drenching.

Except he's in therapy now, and Frank had gently but stubbornly picked away at his brain until he'd unearthed two things: one that Eddie had been repressing longer than the trauma of war, and one that Eddie had been repressing like it was as apocalyptic as war.

Which is why he finds himself leaning against the corner of the hallway wall, chest still heaving with the lingering snap of a lightning bolt in his head, watching Buck sleep. It should take him back, maybe, to a week where everyone in their little family spent their time just watching Buck sleep. It might have under other circumstances—like if he'd ever managed to make himself look at Buck for more than a vanishing second of time. But now, the rise and fall of Buck's chest, the strong and harsh wheeze of his snores, the expressiveness of his face as his nose twitches—he's just asleep, he's alive, and Eddie loves him more than he can ever understand.

At least, he thinks as he takes a step toward the couch, this explosion won't be quite so catastrophic.

At most, that terrible and cruel voice that always has and probably always will sound a little like his parents says, you'll blow up this beautiful life you've built for you and your son.

It's too late for Eddie to stop it now though, body moving without his brain's input—his heart confident and in control as he kneels down at Buck's couch-side.

It's not an orbit Buck has that pulls him in, it's something more deeply unknowable to Eddie than that. It's no red string of fate reeling him in, no intervening hand from the universe pushing him forward, no fate that has them colliding like this over and over again. It's all them. It's Eddie and Buck and what Eddie hopes is their mutual desire to weave their ribs together until they're just one beating heart with room enough for Christopher. It's how itchy Eddie feels in his own skin sometimes and the way it had taken him almost five years to understand it's because he'd wanted to crawl into Buck's. It's the way Buck gets jittery and fidgety and scratches at his arms like he'd rather be in Eddie's skin too.

There's no divine intervention in what Eddie's about to do. It's all his choice—need and want and love.

Eddie reaches for Buck's face, faltering at the last moment so that his hand lands on Buck's shoulder instead. And, fuck, just the feel of him, warm like a furnace and so goddamn alive, even through a t-shirt makes Eddie want to burn up like Icarus.

"Buck," he whispers into the stillness of the night, shaking his shoulder lightly. Buck's brow furrows in his sleep, and his snores cease for an unintelligible grumbling that makes Eddie smile fondly to himself. "Buck, wake up."

Eddie remembers, a few weeks ago, Christopher laughing at a tiktok of a woman startling awake in her bed captioned why does every parent wake up like this before he'd promptly shoved it in Eddie's face and told him 'it's you!'. Now Buck's eyes snap open, already scanning the living room like he's looking for danger until they settle on Eddie—blue as a sky before a storm, and Eddie's calm in the eye of a hurricane—and he's Christopher's other dad.

(Part of him wonders if Christopher might have sent that video to Buck.)

"Eddie, hey," Buck rasps, gravelly voice panicked and rushed enough to have Eddie straining to make the words out. "What's wrong? Is Chris— Are you—"

"We're fine, Buck," Eddie soothes, squeezing his shoulder just to let Buck's warmth sink deeper into the bones of his hand. "Everything's fine, sorry."

"No, that's..." Buck sighs, eyes fluttering shut as he slumps back against the couch with a hand over his heart. "Fuck."

"Sorry," Eddie says again, biting his lip when Buck cracks a bleary eye open to glare at him. "I just..." And Eddie has imagined this moment what has to be a billion times since a gunshot wound and Lichtenberg scars and a bloody, broken heart in a cemetery, but he's never imagined it like this. Dark, quiet, morning breath fuzzy on their tongues, Eddie on his knees, Buck yawning into his fist, Christopher asleep just down the hall. But it feels perfect, feels like them. "I love you," he breathes, and it's instant the way the weight of the world slips off his shoulders like Sisyphus had finally managed to get the boulder up and over the mountain.

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[zoeyslament]

After Nightmares

visions of alternate timelines full of destruction and chaos are a lot for an already overworked young woman to handle. estelle gets a chance to be vulnerable again and zoey learns how to take care of her. its a win win.

this is my first time writing any kind of agere so PLEASE be nice/send feedback about it or just the story in general. to the anon from earlier i’m sorry if this characterization doesn’t fit your standards :)

Dealing with visions was already tiring. Visions lead to fainting, they lead to slurred speech and difficulty breathing and chanting of that word: “eyes”

So many eyes, everywhere. The world turned purple, with swirls of black and yellow and white, her head pounded, her brain throbbing in her skull like a drummer in a hard rock band. 

And then she would pass out.

There was no alerting anyone: nobody could sense it, not her friends, not her family, not the cats. She coped well, for someone afflicted with a generations-long curse. 

On most days, the eyes weren’t even the worst part.

She was more vulnerable while she was asleep. That was a good rule of thumb: the less awake she was, the easier she was to throw for a loop. The nightmares came fast and frequent. After particularly bad ones, she would wake up crying.

And that was exactly what had happened that night.

“Estelle?” Zoey sat bolt upright, rapidly blinking sleep from her eyes as she watched her girlfriend writhe in pain. She put a firm hand on her shoulder, grabbing her and shaking her. 

“Nnnnnn…” Estelle let out a sharp little whine, kicking her feet. “Don’t wanna- don’t wanna see anymore…” Zoey squeezed harder. She didn’t want to cause any pain, but her instinct to wake the girl up far overtook that desire.

“I know, I know-” Zoey sounded panicked, which was uncommon. Her usually snarky demeanor had been replaced by worry. “Yeah, I know.”

By the time Estelle was awake and back in full consciousness, it was clear something was very, very wrong. She hugged her knees to her chest, tears running down her cheeks like raindrops down car windows. Whatever she’d seen had shaken her to her core.

“Hey…baby…” Zoey reached out tentatively. The words stung her lips when she said them; she was still learning how to be more genuine and baby may have been pushing it. “Is something wrong?”

Estelle looked up at her, and Zoey was immediately transported back to her time as a kid, scared and alone at the foot of her mother’s bed, watery eyes and clenched fists after a bad dream. Estelle was just a child again. 

“Do you need anything?” She kept her voice to a whisper. “I can go get you a glass of water? Extra blanket?”

“Don’t wanna get up…” Estelle managed to say through whimpers. “He’s out there.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Zoey urged. “Sometimes it’s less scary if you talk about it.”

Estelle shook her head and moved closer to Zoey. “I don’t wanna…”

“Well, then, let’s try to go back to sleep.”

“No! He’ll get me…don’t let him get me…” She pressed her face into Zoey’s chest, her ginger hair falling around her damp face. Zoey wrapped both arms around her, clutching her securely. God, Zoey, don’t fuck it up. She’s a mess. Don’t make it worse.

“Okay…do you want to just sit here, then?” She stroked her girlfriend’s soft curls, shifting slightly side to side.

Estelle rested her chin on one of her breasts, amber owl eyes staring at Zoey, unblinking. “Can we turn the lights on? I don’t like the darkness…There’s eyes n’ there…”

Zoey obliged, flipping on the lightswitch beside their bed. The girls were illuminated by the soft glow of the lamps on their nightstands. “Better?”

“Better.”

“Will you sleep if I leave the lights on?” Zoey carefully moved her lover’s hair out of her face with no more than a gentle brush of her fingertips. 

“I don’t know…” Estelle sounded genuinely unsure. She closed her eyes, breathing in Zoey’s scent. It seemed to comfort her in a way. 

“Stel, honey, are you feeling okay? Do you feel sick or anything?”

“Not sick. Uhm…like…small. And the world is big.”

“Yeah, I see that. Well…I know I’m not good at comforting you, and I can be kind of…harsh and intimidating and I’m probably not the greatest girlfriend…”

Estelle clapped a hand over her mouth. “Shush! You’re warm. Like a teddy bear.”

“If that’s what you need, I’ll gladly be your teddy bear.”

[gobblinggojo]

I just read your recent shinso x reader AND PLEASE WRITE MORE PLEASE

I can’t even think of a prompt i just need anything to do with shinso

Shinso is my little princess and I lub him <3 me and him? for-lyfers.

Enjoy this little, short story!

♡Here With me: Hitoshi Shinso x Reader♡

♡Warnings: Y'all have a child because I love dilfs, reader is referred to with they/them pronouns, fluff.♡

♡Requests are open♡

Coming home to a quiet house was not what Shinso expected to come home to. Usually when he stood right outside the front door, he could hear the sounds of your guys' three-year-old son, c/n screaming out for "help," while you pretended to save him. But, as Shinso opened the door, no sound met his ears.

His eyebrow rose in confusion, dropping his bag that held his hero costume, he gazed around the dimly lit house. Damn, it was creepy in the front room without lighting. Letting out a quiet groan, Shinso turned, carefully shutting and locking the front door and pulling his shoes off before he ventured off deeper into his home to search for you and your guys' child.

"Y/n?" His deep voice rung out, echoing around the walls. Shinso would be lying if he said his heart wasn't beginning to go into overtime; panicking when he didn't get a response back from you.

"C/n?" Once more, no response. Something had to have happened while he was off at work. Panick struck his form as he continued to venture deeper into his house--only to completely dissolve once he saw your form lying in bed, c/n clung to your side as you both slept. A breath of relief came out of Shinso's mouth--one that he was not aware in the slightest he was holding in.

He moved quietly, footsteps barely making a sound as he went to the bathroom to get freshened up. He took note of the change of clothes you had left laid out for him that rested on top of the bathroom counter. Did you know he was coming home later than usual? You must have. God, he loved you.

Shinso took a quick shower, not even giving himself enough time to unwind and enjoy the feeling of the hot water ease the tension in his muscles before he jumped out, drying off and getting dressed in the black sweatpants and purple long-sleeved shirt that had been left out for him. With a sigh leaving his lips, the purple-haired male carefully began to crawl into bed with the two of you, trying to make an effort as to not awake c/n.

Keyword, trying. The second Shinso turned on his side to wrap an arm around c/n and you, the brats' eyes snapped right open. Indigo orbs stared up into matching indigo, Shinso watched carefully as c/n stared up--trying to process who exactly was in bed with him and you.

"Daddy?" A smile graced Shinso's face. It's been three years and still, he was not used to being called daddy. "I'm here bubs." A yawn slipped past Shinso's lips as he spoke to his son, easing his son back on his side, for the second c/n had noticed that it was in fact his father in bed with him, he snapped up.

"Lay back down buddy--there ya go..." Shinso quietly hushed the little boy, lulling him back into a deep sleep before he gazed over the tuff of purple hair on his son's head, checking to see if you hadn't awoken. Once he was absolutely sure you were still fast asleep, Shinso rested his head on his pillow, eye's shutting in an effort to fall asleep.

Sometimes Shinso couldn't believe it. The life he had built; he felt as if it were all a dream. Some kind of long-running fever-dream. He had you and c/n. The both of you were here with him, in reality.

[judasofsuburbia]

writing a new easy chapter and thinking about steddie’s teenage daughter going through a one direction phase. sees the WMYB music video one day on tv and becomes completely enthralled.

her dads, ever supportive of her interests, try to listen to them too. watch their music videos on the computer after she goes to sleep.

steve thinks they’re charming and fun. eddie feels a migraine coming on.

“aw c’mon eds, they’re cute!” steve says. “it’s like her nsync!”

“yeah and it was painful enough to go through that with you,” eddie retorts.

steve gives him a look. “just…be nice, okay?”

eddie grimaces at the computer screen. he was more so hoping his daughter would have a metal phase. or hell, he'd even take a goth phase. he sighs and mumbles, “alright, alright.”

now eddie’s perfectly content to have one direction be something their daughter shares with steve. even if their first album plays so much in their house that eddie catches himself humming it sometimes and groans petulantly. privately, of course.

yes, eddie’s content with not being into them until steve and their daughter get tickets to their show and steve gets the flu the night before. eddie is calling everyone: robin, nancy, max, lucas, dustin, hell even HOPPER but no one’s available to chaperone her. so he tells her that he’ll go to the concert. out of pure love.

the arena is a bloodbath. eddie's been to metal shows his entire life but he's never seen anything like this. he's making panicked eye contact to any other dad he sees and they all kind of shrug. a "well, what are you gonna do?" he's never feared for his life more. his daughter is over the moon though and that’s what matters.

the light dim and the boys take the stage. his daughter is gripping the seat in front of her, jumping up and down, screeching at the top of her lungs. eddie sits back and takes a long sip of his beer.

it's gonna be a long night.

but it wasn't a long night. the boys put on an incredible show and eddie finds himself amazed by their showmanship and charisma. they cover wheatus' teenage dirtbag and eddie's suddenly standing, shouting the lyrics along with them.

his daughter's favorite is louis (sometimes niall on a rogue day). he's finding his favorite is zayn. something about his bad boy rebel persona reminds him of himself at that age. but like, the fabricated teeny bopper celebrity version.

yeah, okay, he does know the lyrics to WMYB and yeah, okay, he does hold his daughter's hands and belts the lyrics out with her. he holds her as she cries when the boys leave the stage, shushing her gently and stroking her back. he lifts her spirits by getting them into the merch line and letting her choose whatever she wants.

somehow eddie ends up asking for two adult larges of the tour sweatshirt. his daughter squints her eyes at him but has an all knowing smile on her face.

their daughter passes out on the car ride home and eddie carries her inside. he slips her boots off and tucks her into bed. steve is awake when he enters their room. pale and sickly, but otherwise competent.

"how was it?" steve croaks.

eddie slyly hands him a sweatshirt. steve beams at him and slips it over his head. when his head pokes out the other side, he realizes that eddie has put his tour sweatshirt on. the same knowing smile that was on their daughter earlier is now on steve's face as well.

eddie clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck. "do we have an extra CD i could have in my car?"

[nishimaru]

brief love proclamations between two pining idiots.

no tw! just some insecurities and type-2 diabetic fluff and light cursing ! ha || gender neutral reader also the character for kayson doesn't belong to me, as it belongs to zsakuva on youtube ! story does though, enjoy !

it’s been almost three years, marking the third anniversary of your relationship with your wonderful boyfriend, kayson. he knows you love him because you never fail to reassure him that— yes, he's an important individual to your life and that you return the same feelings he has for you. however, it’s still incomprehensible to him that you return his feelings back and that you do love him. now don’t get him wrong, he’s grateful that he has you and plans to cherish you until his last breath but it sometimes still baffles him that he managed to get into a relationship with you. you’re an enigma to him that he’s been admiring from afar, but now? you’re with him, content in his presence. it's whatever. he can stress about this in a few hours, all that matters is that he's right beside you, in his arms who is sleeping peacefully, or so he thought.

“it’s 00:19, my love. why are you still up?” you softly spoke, in a hoarse tone. he smiled softly and replied, “I could ask you the same thing. how’d you even know I was awake? god, sometimes you’re too attentive to me. It freaks me out sometimes.” you snickered and then murmured gingerly, “kayson.. c’mon now, it’s not that hard to figure out you’re awake when your grip on my shirt tightens every minute and you pull me closer to you.” you then sighed and intertwined your hand with his hair. kayson is left in a state of shock for a second, he didn’t even notice his actions, and he slowly released his grip. “shit!- I’m sorry, I didn’t hurt you did I?” he sputtered in a panicked voice, afraid he harmed you in any way. “no! no, you didn’t kayson. it was reassuring to me..” you said, sheepishly muttering the last sentence. you heard an audible sigh of relief come from him and returned to his original position.

“you still haven't answered my question, okay.. why are you still up? is something wrong?” you prodded. “a-ah.. kinda..” kayson said in a rushed-out sentence. “maybe you wanna tell me?? y’know I’m always here for you.” you said, a soothing tone exuding from your words. Kayson hummed and tried to get the right words out of his mouth to tell you what was bothering him so much that it ruined hours of sleep he could have gotten if not for his insecurities. “It's fine if you don't wanna tell me, y’know? no rush.” you said, wrapping your arms around him trying to gather his warmth in contrast to the cool temperature of your body. “no! it's not that, I want to tell you what's wrong but it's like… I can't get the right words to tell you..” he said, muttering the last sentence as he runs his hand up and down your back in a response to you embracing him. you hummed in response.

a few minutes passed and Kayson decided to speak up, breaking the peaceful silence.“I think I found the right words…” he said sheepishly. “yeah? wanna tell me?“ you questioned as a warm smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “well to start, it's kinda like— surprising that you're with me, you have me and I have you sorta shit. there's like this underlying thought in my head that you're getting tired of me, now I know you've reassured me but it's still lingering in the back of my mind.” he finally spoke out, his words coming out rushed as a crease in his forehead appeared. he rubbed your back to somewhat subdue him from his thoughts that he believes will soon inundate him.

you gently bit the inside of your right cheek as you hugged him back tightly, reassuring him that you’re not letting go him; not now, not never. you wanted to reassure that his worries weren’t true whatsoever and it was quite the opposite of what you wanted. ‘you didn’t want to assure him, you needed to.’ your mind spoke to you as if it were its own person. the scent of him— the scent of kayson fogged and inebriated your mind and senses into a sleepy, tired mess of what was once clear and what held the words you wanted to profess to kayson. after a few moments of awkward and comforting silence, you spoke up, not wanting to forget your words. “love, your worries aren’t true. they won’t be and they never will, i’m grateful for you and I always will be.” you calmly spoke, slightly in a dazed state from your sleepiness. “i know this might not stop your overthinking, but it’s worth a shot. you’re amazing and i will never and i mean never leave your side.” you continued. after a few minutes that seemingly felt like it was endless, he finally let out a relaxed sigh, his tensed muscles now relaxed as he exhaled.

he pulled you closer and smiled, his gaze on you softened as he kissed your forehead lightly. “thank you, love. i can’t believe someone like you came into my life, i’m so lucky to have you.” he placed his hand on your head and scratched your head with care. soon after, a comforting silence filled the room as the both of you slowly fell asleep in each others arms, the morning after waiting patiently for you both in a few hours.

hope u enjoyed, i put this off for months .. maybe ill do another one if im feeling okay

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Tired

Sorry if there are any errors as english isn't my first language.

He was tired, eyes as heavy as his breathing. He was practically dragging himself home, not knowing with what force. The only thing keeping him awake, if not alive, was the thought of you, your peacefull form waiting for him on your couch. With one last struggle he took the keys from his pocket, now the only thing keeping him from you was the door to your shared room. You already knew that he was standing at the doorway, no one else had those heavy crosses as, guns, mitras? You didn't really know. It took him some seconds to take in your silhouette, standing in front of him, eyelids too heavy to constantly stay open. Without thinking his arms were already around your middle, clinging to you like a lifeline. His head found the crook of your neck, eyes falling shut and a sigh escaping him. You knew how tiring his work was, you couldn't complain about him always coming home late and things like that, you knew that if he could he too wouldn't do a job like that, but life is life and sometimes you can't change certain things. Not now at least. "Wanna cuddle on the couch? " he didn't answer, just nodded. Taking his arms away from your waist he took your hand instead, guiding him to your resting place. He didn't waste time in pulling you into an hug and making you both fall on the sofa, knocking the breath out of your lungs. After sorting out a comfortable enough position he took his head into his hands, propping himself up and taking in your features. You looked at him like you always did, eyes full of love, something that no one would have ever thought he could receive. You decided to wait, thinking that he was going to do something but soon realizing that he was probably too tired to do so. Taking matters into your own hands you pushed your head forward, making your lips meet. He returned the kiss after a second, face becoming warm, even after years of being together he still reacted like someone having their first kiss, a thing that you loved about him. "Thanks" he mumbled, you almost didn't hear him but the close distance between you two made it easier. "What for?", was what you wanted to say, but you expression beat you to it. "For existing" was his answer. You too were tired, so tired that the only reaction from you body was to cry, light sobs escaping your mouth, waking him from his tired state to search the cause of your discomfort. "What is it love? " " Did I say something wrong?" His was almost panicking but you stopped him first, smiling softly instead of crying. "No darling, it's nothing like that. I'd just like to know what did I do to deserve you". With that his panicked state only got worse, making you laugh now for the excuses he started to say as to why he should have been the one saying that.

Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it :)

[vanillaxoshi]

Ok, so Cahaya have fear of dark because was traumatized by Retakka.

And today I find out Fang's power needs a light source because he can't summon his shadow in dark, so I think he will have bring something that will provide the light if there is non .

...... And then I got a scene in my head .

After the incident with Retakka Cahaya have been in coma in a long time. When Cahaya was awake form his coma Fang is on a mission so he missed it and that's the time Cahaya realized that he is afraid of dark . He hide it to the others because he don't want to worry them further so everyone didn't know that for a long period . And Fang is the one who finds out first in a hard way.

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In a mission they have to face a bunch of aliens attacking them, the group have been separated and Cahaya is with Fang.They have run away from the enemy hides in the forest on the planet they are in.

As time passes the darkness starts to rise , Fang is worry about if the enemy found them it will hard to fight back because this planet don't have any light source in the night like the moon. So Fang have decided to stay put to wait for the help in this creepy dark forest and that is the moment he realized Cahaya have been awfully quiet when the night have came, that light up Fang's concern.

In the pitch dark, Fang heard some heavy breathing from the side as he lights up his light to found out Cahaya is bitting his lips and tears pouring out his eyes. Cahaya have being holding back his voice when the forest started to get dark. Didn't want to make the situation worse because his panic attacks.

Fang is shocked and started to panic as well because he have no idea what to do.

Cahaya who is still lost in his panicking emotions heard a familiar tune. When he is back to reality he found out Fang is humming a lullaby that he have sang before trying to clam Cahaya down.

Cahaya who are mentally and physically exhausted ,launch himself to Fang as he uncontrollably break down in his arm.

Fang who is completely no idea what to do,only start to pet Cahaya back and switching their position to more comfortable.

Later Cahaya who have clam down a little starts to told Fang about his fear of dark, how he deal and hide with it . Fang listen all his trauma and heartbroke after hearing about this.

Fang give him the light he had and tell him that he shouldn't keep that to himself, he can call help to the others nothing will change after that. Fang have spend the all night to tell Cahaya is alright to be scared and nothing can't be solved if he keeps hiding something that important.

The others have come to reach them and finished the mission.

After that case Cahaya starts to be more honest about his condition and tell the others about his problem to help him further.

Sometimes Cahaya would hum the tune that Fang hums to him and Fang let his keeps the light he give him as a amulet.

(wow this is the first time I write some that long)

Cahaya got his fear of the dark after Vargoba's incident and it got worse with retakka

But either way this was sweet

Hurt comfort lezz goo

Them just being adorable (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

Their so sweet

The humming scen mustve been sweet

Mightve reminded Cahaya of the comfort of their mother