#they have a stressful job and they are all sleep deprived look at me. they are passing out on him and he's just staying. so still.
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do u guys think jack ever let members of the torchwood team fall asleep on him in the backseat. because i do.
#they have a stressful job and they are all sleep deprived look at me. they are passing out on him and he's just staying. so still.#like someone whose cat is on their lap.#how this ends differs for everyone because if its like gwen she's going to wake up probably and not even be fazed by her doing it#but like owen wakes up. makes a face. 'why does everything smell like jack- oh god' and then flails to get off of jack.#jack ignoring his flailing with an arm draped heavily over him until owen gives up and decides if theyre doing this he's getting as comfy a#he can at jack's expense.#wait i have more for the other two#light sleeper toshiko i know this in my heart. she's constantly waking up slightly and adjusting herself and falling back asleep.#jack helping by petting her hair or rubbing the back of her neck.#ianto can and will fall asleep face completely smushed into the side of jack's neck.#okay. okay. im done. im done.#torchwood
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Monsters: Mikey Sano x Reader x Izana Kurokawa
Chapter 2: Shots Fired
series summary: your grievous sin was Emma standing up for you to her brothers. and now youâre going to pay the heavy price for destroying their perfect family dynamic.
chapter summary: Izana Kurokawa demands your attention and he doesnât take no for an answer. Not even when his demands are outrageous.
cw: DARK CONTENT, MISOGYNY, NSFW, r*pe mention, religious guilt, depictions of PTSD and CPTSD, emotional incest, abandoment issues, violence, revenge porn, depression, filming without consent, drugging, implied domestic abuse, victim blaming, blackmailing, manipulation, gaslighting, mind break, psychological torture, use of firearms
r-18+ (not suitable for 17 and under)
wc: 11.6k
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a/n: likes are nice, comments and reblogs with comments are superior, anons are also superior too and would make me update faster cause it means people like what i write. this chapter takes an entirely different turn from the old story, some scenes are similar but the context is different. i host polls after this so stay tuned. Edit 02/11/2024: this chapter's end has been edited and changed. I've indicated the edited point, so that you could skip other parts to read it. Thank you.
 YOU havenât been able to stay asleep for the past few days.
Itâs easy to fall asleep after a hard and stressful day at school and your part-time job. Your limbs ache from all the walking and lugging a bookbag far heavier than what you could handle -since all your e-textbooks were on your (now destroyed) laptop and phones were not allowed during lectures. And working from 5pm until 9pm at a restaurant, serving food to rude, overbearing customers only to be paid in pieces was another added stress in itself.
Not to mention, studying until the words are bleary and just looking at a book hurts your eyes.
But then, in all your dreams, everything youâve pushed to the back of your memory is at the forefront. Your dream starts typically, your normal school day, waking up, dressing in your cute little blue crop sweater and jean skirt with socks. You go to classes, and then you see Mikeyâs car waiting for Emma.
Things take a different turn. Heâs the one getting out of the car to meet you. Itâs like a siren call, him holding out his hand for you to take despite someone screaming for you to stop. You try to reject him, try to run away like the voice said but you end up getting trapped. This time, heâs not using his hands. Heâs fully sheathed inside you, robbing you of the thing you hold so dear while you kick, bite and claw at him until you wake up screaming, sweat soaked all over your sheets.
You consistently dream of being violently raped by Manjiro Sano.
The next few hours until sunrise were equally horrible. Youâre quietly sobbing into your pillows, praying to God to forgive you for letting Mikey touch you in the first place, assuming your reason for having such dreams was Godâs divine judgement for your grievous sin. Youâve lost count on how many Bible verses you stay up reading until your eyes are bleary and the sun comes up.
No matter how much you pray and how many times you recite psalms 127 before you sleep, you can never escape Mikey in the world of dreams. Heâs a virus that has invaded your thoughts, corrupting every dream you had and twisted them into nightmares.
You donât know how long you can hold on being this sleep deprived. Itâs been impairing your school life, trying to find a way to stay awake during classes only for you to fall asleep and miss the rest of it. Even when you got notes from the person next to you, reading them was always difficult because your eyes hurt so much.
Work was even more taxing and stressful, rush week adding more stress than you could ever imagine. You found yourself spacing out more than usual when you were supposed to be taking orders. You were unable to keep up with the fast paced environment, your body feeling like a ton of bricks with every moment you make. Your eyes were heavy lidded, tired from forcing them open throughout the day.
You were so, so tired-
âHello! Are you sleeping on me young lady?â A voice snapped at you.
Your eyes shot open and immediately you stood back straight. You must have been dozing off while taking the older ladyâs order -the very thing youâve been trying to avoid all day long. âNo, not at all Ms-â you started to explain. â-I was just ⊠what was your order aga-â
You flinched when the woman angrily slammed her fist on the table, shutting you up instantly! âSo you were sleeping on the job! What kind of establishment allows this?â She screamed, attracting the attention of customers around. âI need to speak to your manager. NOW!â
You instantly began to panic at the mention of your manager. If he heard any of this, he was definitely going to fire you. You cannot afford to lose this job right now, with all your school expenses and saving up money for next sessionâs tuition.
âNo mam!â you begged, keeping your voice even as you tried to reason with her. âTh-thereâs no need for that! Please! Let me take your order and Iâll-â you racked your brain for an excuse, knowing fully well your establishment does not offer free meals. â- Iâll pay for your meal! On me-â
âSo youâre trying to imply Iâm poor?â She interrupted you again, her tempo even higher than before. âYou disrespectful little wretch! How dare you? GET ME YOUR MANAGER RIGHT NOW!â
You started begging the older woman, trying to calm her down and de-escalate the situation, but each plea only fuelled her rage. By now, every customer, every employee and just anyone in that place watched you grovel and beg this woman to calm down, some people even videoing your altercation. Your body was trembling as she screeched in your ears, calling you all sorts of names while you relentlessly apologised to her.
âWhat is going on here?â
You winced at the sound of your managerâs voice emerging from the backrooms. You stood stiffly as he walked to your side, using his shoulder to nudge you out of the way. âIs there something wrong Ms.?â He asked the lady. âWhat happened?â
âThis little wretch!â She practically screeched at you, her finger wagging straight at your hung face. âShe was sleeping while I was ordering! And when I pointed it out to her calmly, she called me a hag!â
Your eyes snapped open. You can tolerate people yelling at you, but lying is out of the question. âI did not call you anything! Thatâs a lie-â
âYou be quiet!â Your manager yelled at you, silencing you. He turned to face the woman again, apologising profusely for your so called rude behaviour. âI promise you mam, she will be dealt with accordingly. Your order is in the house, please take that as a token of our humble apology and forgive us.â
You stood there in shock as the woman smirked satisfactorily at her now free meal. âWell, you better get rid of her!â She snarked, eyes scanning you up and down, plopping back down on her seat. âOr youâll lose me as a patron.â
âOf course mam.â He said sweetly before switching his countenance towards you into a more irritated one. âYou, come with me.â
You lowered your head once again in disappointment as you started following your manager towards the back rooms, your head lowered in shame as the eyes followed your every move to your damnation waiting for you in the managerâs office.
Your skin crawled as you felt his penetrating gaze on you, as if judging you. âYou know how many complaints I have received this week just from you, (name)? How many orders youâve messed up?â
You shook your head no in response, not trusting yourself to say anything reasonable at this point. He eyes you up and down again before scoffing at you rudely. âI only let you stay here because you said you were desperate for a job. But apparently, youâre not even bothered enough to keep it.â He spat out. âUnfortunately for you, this is the end of the road for you here. Change out of your uniform and leave.â
âBut s-â
âI said youâre FIRED. GET OUT.â
You sighed weakly, obeying your now ex-managerâs order and leaving the office. You ignored the eyes of everyone watching you exchange the too tight black jeans and green top uniform back to your white bohemian skirt and light blue top with your white jacket. Calmly, you packed your school bag and everything you owned with you and slung it over your shoulder, replacing the uniform back to the locker, dropping the key on top.
No one said goodbye to you as you left through the back door.
  IZANA knows it's creepy to be waiting for Emma just outside her college, but it's not like he has a choice when she keeps ignoring any method he uses to contact her.
Mindlessly, he fiddled with his lighter with his back on the wall of the English department building and an unlit cigarette between his lips. Purple eyes scanned the people leaving the building one by one, hoping to find a mop of golden hair amongst the students. His hopes rose with each blond he saw, only for him to deflate when he realised they weren't her.
A few minutes passed and still no sign of Emma. Deciding that he didnât want to stand around and gape, Izana lifted his lighter towards his cigarette, flicking the light twice and bringing the warm flame to his lips. Breathing in the familiar scent of nicotine, smoke filled his lungs as he tucked the lighter back in his pockets. His free hand took the cigarette from his lips and he exhaled, releasing plumes of smoke from his lips.
His smoking habit had gotten worse within the past week. Izana couldnât help it, reaching for a light anytime he saw his gifts in the dustbin. Emma hasnât been this angry at him before. Usually a new plushie was enough to wash his sins clean, no matter how grevious they were. Now, not even the most expensive shoes sheâs been eyeing for months could satiate her anger.
All because of you.
Izana knows his little sister like the back of his hand. Like how she loved sleeping with plushies because it comforted her whenever their mother brought her gambling friends into the house and they were loud. Or how he picked up a guitar to learn multiple barbie songs because their mother had destroyed Emmaâs CD that he bought with his money to punish her. He knew she liked warm tea during her periods and gentle back rubs to ease her pain. Heâs not the best person to be around, with how fucked over he was by life until Shinichiro gave him purpose but he loved his sister a lot and everything he did was to protect her. Life hardened him, made him so jaded that the only thin thread connecting him to his humanity was Emma and heâd do anything to protect his humanity.
Only to watch it slip through his fingers.
First it was Mikeyâs stupid friend, Ken Ryugi, who waltzed his way into Emmaâs life. Izana didnât like him one bit- didnât like how Emma would bite her lip, waiting for him to reply and cry herself to sleep when he didnât. Her heart was soft, fragile and that brute tore it apart by telling her he wasnât interested in a relationship yet.
The only reason Ken wasnât in an unmarked, shallow grave in the middle of nowhere was simply because Mikey was involved.
Now it is you, taking the space in her life that belonged to him and Mikey. Youâre pushing both of them out of the equation, threatening their position in their sisterâs life and everything they know.
Izana wonders how someone so insignificant was so important to Emma that she was willing to cut communications with her own brothers. It baffles him beyond understanding and at the same time enrages him that she could trust you so easily. That she was willing to turn against him in your name.
He took more puffs, skimming throughout the campus for any sight of her. It didnât matter how he felt about it, as Kisaki had convinced him to ask Emma and you to go shopping, just to get back into Emma's good graces again. Apparently doing a nice gesture publicly for you would convince their sister to give them another chance again.
Especially because Izana had been the biggest opposition to their friendship.
âBut Mikey was a little shit about them too.â he grumbles underneath his breath, cigarette in hand. âWhy do I have to be the one to apologise? And why did Mikey get an out while Iâm doing all the heavy lift-â
His thoughts were cut short the second he caught sight of a familiar blonde hair bouncing in the wind and stood up straight, tossing the cigarette to the floor and crushing it underneath his black shoes, before rushing to catch up to his little sister.
Izana pushed through the throng of people, violently shoving anyone that got in his way until he finally fell in step with her, slowing down to match her pace. Without wasting time, his hand curled around the girlâs wrist, stopping her in her tracks instantly and earning a shocked gasp escaped her lips.
âGet off me - Izana?â
Her free hand was fast to hit him, but her head was faster in turning around, only to recognize it was just Izana. Her hand stopped inches away from the smirking maleâs face, the tension leaving her body and relief taking its place. It doesnât last long, though as irritation suddenly crawls on her face, instantly displeased at his actions. âWhat the hell? Iâve told you to stop doing that.â she hissed at him.
A mischievous grin made its way to his face at Emmaâs irritation. She always had a pout whenever she was angry at him and it made look even more adorable.
âWere you scared?â He teased, pulling Emma closer to him until she was practically smushed at his side, despite the glare she gave him in response. âYou know no one would dare touch you.â
âGet off me. Your breath stinks like nicotine, I thought you said you quit smoking that shit.â
Ignoring Emmaâs last question, he decided to change the topic. âYour lapdog isn't here with you?â he asked. Usually, you would be hovering behind her like a damn pest, so you not being around her was rather strange.Â
Emma is quick to shove him off lightly, putting some distance between the two of them, clearly still mad at him. "(Name)'s not feeling well, so she didn't come to class today. I'm on my way to get her medicine."
Oh, that's a surprise.
But with you out of the way, Izana could finally have Emma all to himself for today and hang out with his beloved sister. Maybe even make up for the party thing without apologising to you. Without you here, itâs likely Emma isnât as mad at the whole situation and is playing it up to make you feel like you have someone on your side.
He knows youâre not going to protest if Emma says sheâs in talking terms with her brothers again. Itâs a win-win situation and he doesnât have to grovel or ask for forgiveness for some joke that went wrong.
"So that means we can hang out?"
"Excuse me?"
"You don't have to keep pretending you're still mad at me now that she isn't here." He spews the 'she' with so much venom it could kill, before switching up with a sick grin, his hand stretched out. "We can go to Vivienne Westwood and get that Saturn necklace you like, what do you say?"
His words hung in the air as Emma trailed her pointed glare from his hand, back to his cheerful visage. She crossed her arms in response slowly, her yellow eyes burning holes into his face as her lips curled into a sick sneer.
âAre you insane?â
âWhat?â
âDonât âwhat?â me Izana! I just told you (name)'s ill and you're asking me to go with you to shop at Vivienne westwood? Are you nuts?â
Emmaâs voice was loud enough to garner wandering eyes of other by-standers, watching the event go down. Izana kept his composure, despite his bubbling irritation beneath the surface of his skin, with a smile -albeit stiffer than before. âSheâs just being emotionalâ Izana whispered to himself, still trying to be rational. âJust take it easy with herâ
âOh come on, should I care about her-"
"You should be begging her to forgive you for what you did to her that night!"
"You can't still be mad at me for that shit that happened two weeks ago. And besides, it's not my fault she couldn't take a jokeâ his words were smooth, buttery, flowing out of his lips like it was the truth, digging his own grave. âI didnât know your friend was that sensitive-â
âAre you listening to the bullshit coming from your mouth?â Emma roared, her voice echoing throughout the entirety of the department, her face red with fury. Izana had never seen his own beloved sister ever look at him with such disgust in her eyes, her teeth gnashing against each other and hands at her side, clenching against each other. âIs that what you think a joke sounds like?â
âCalm the fuck dow-â
âNo wonder youâre fucking single, youâre such a piece of shit to anyone that isnât Shinichiro!â Emma screamed, interrupting Izana once again, her temper fiery enough to burn a hole on the ground she stood with how heated she was. âHow does anyone even stand you for so long? Youâre unbearable!â
âExcuse m-â
He doesnât like where the conversation is going, with how furious Emma was right now. He tried to raise a comforting hand to Emmaâs shoulder to ease her tension but she was quick to smack it away from her hard, stinging his fingers a little.
âYouâre so unpleasant, how do you even have any friends? How do they tolerate you? To think (name) wanted me to forgive you! Thank god you arenât my fucking brother, I canât imagine being anything like you!â
The words left her mouth before she could stop herself.
It was as if the world froze over for Izana. He stood there, wide eyed, his heart beating loudly in his chest as all the voices around him faded into the background. His hand extended weakly at his side, mouth drying up as a lump formed in his throat.Â
âI-I-i" she starts to stutter. Itâs obvious that she can recognize what she had just said as he blankly stared at her. "I didn't mean i-â
He doesnât let her finish, turning on his heel and walking away as fast as possible. People were quick to clear out of his way, not wanting to be his target of aggression. Emma followed behind, instantly, shouting his name at the top of her lungs followed with strings of apologies.
âIzana, wait please-â she screamed from the crowd of people, tears streaming from her yellow eyes. He continued to ignore her as he hopped on his bike, sliding in the key and revving up the engine before she could reach him.
Izana zoomed away, turning Emmaâs cries into background noise, her words repeating in his head.
âI didnât mean it! IâM SORRY-â
YOU don't know which was worse, the feeling of helplessness that came with the reality of your life crashing before your very eyes or the splitting headache you've developed after crying in your room for a week straight. Laying on your bed all day, huddled up in a blanket and sobbing uncontrollably was unhealthy, but it was all you found the strength to do these days.Â
In all your years of being alive, you've never felt this pathetic. Not when you would be pushed outside in the pouring rain if you made a mistake in making dinner, or had been beaten with a belt in front of Yuzhua and Hakkai because you failed your catechism test. You could protect yourself from your brothers when they got violent. You could run and hide when your dad was really angry and wanted to take it out on you.
Unfortunately, no one told you what to do when your life is falling apart.
Ever since that day, you couldn't find the strength to go to class or do anything for that matter. It was like your entire energy was sucked out of you, leaving your body an empty husk with nothing left to give.Â
You only have yourself to blame.
You drag the blankets closer to your body, sniffling a bit. The worst part of all of this is that after this month, if you donât find a job that pays you quickly, you are going to be broke. Itâs times like this that makes you regret leaving your family. You know itâs wishful thinking, but you wonder if you would be forgiven assuming you return home in tears and repentant of your sin of disobedience like the prodigal son in the bible. Life is too hard to live in the outside world without the help and guidance of a parent. You miss your old life, with your own bed and guaranteed food, as long as you did as you were told. You miss how sometimes your parents took you and your siblings to eat out after church.
You miss your mother. You want to go back to her. Life is hard, and dealing with being jobless with nowhere to turn to is harder. You could ask Emma, but sheâs already taking care of you and there was no way you would bother your friend about your money problems.
"Hey babes, I got the medicine for you."
Emma's soft voice rouses you out of your self-pity session. The wood creaks underneath her heels as she walks to your bed and takes a seat besides you, the mattress dipping underneath her weight. The scent of her Vivienne Westwood wafting through your nostrils fills you with a sense of warmth, familiarity and at the same time, dread.
You feel guilty. Perhaps it's because you don't know how to tell Emma what exactly is wrong with you. It's easier to give her the half-truth that you caught a stomach bug than say everything. If you even as much as hinted that Manjiro had something to do with the real reason you were a sobbing mess on your bed, you're sure she would overreact and fight with her brothers again.
But still, not telling her meant you were keeping secrets from her. Something you both promised not to ever do as you two became best-friends.
âItâs for her own good.â you try to justify it. âItâs better I keep my mouth shut.â
Pushing that thought at the back of your mind, you roll over to her direction, pulling down your blanket just a little bit to see her properly. Your heart drops at the sadness etched onto Emmaâs face, a forlorn look in her eyes. You hated seeing her down, yet all youâve been doing for the past few months since you came into her life was causing her pain. You know how it feels to lose family, no matter how bad they were to you and Emma is no different.
âHeyâ
Your voice is hoarse from your constant crying, but Emma doesnât mention it as she reaches a hand to caress your face. âYou look better than yesterday. You up to eat?â
You nodded briefly, realising how hungry you were. Youâve barely had an appetite to eat anything, so your rations had been smaller and compact until you regained it back bit by bit, thanks to Emmaâs constant care. Pushing yourself up, you sit up and yawn, quickly covering your mouth the moment a bad stench emanates from it. Emmaâs face quickly grows sour as well, probably smelling it too.
âYou havenât showered.â
âUhhh-â
You knew there was no excuse for that one as Emma put the food and medicine away before yanking you off the bed while talking about how gross you were for not showering throughout today. âYouâre a girl (name), donât do this to yourself, câmon-â
âBut-â you start to whine, trying to defend yourself. âI was tired-â
âNope!â she retorted, pushing you towards the bathroom. âNo excuses! I swear youâre acting like Mikey when heâs in one of his moods-â
The room falls silent at her words, the cheerful aura dropping the second Emma realises what sheâs said, a wave of guilt washing over her face as she lets go of your hands.
âFuck- Iâm sorry (name)...â
Your heart aches at how heartbroken she sounds right now and shatters even further at the fact that everything, every problem they were experiencing right now was all your fault. You saw it deep in Mikeyâs eyes how much pain and suffering your presence in their family had caused, and how his anger reflected that action towards you. Youâve been so entrenched in your own problems that you forgot the mess you made in their family.
âEmma, you miss them donât you?â
âItâs not too late.â You mutter to yourself, your heart in your throat as you steel your resolve. You couldnât let her make that mistake you made by leaving your family aside. You donât want Emma to be like you.
â(Name), please donât-â
âYou canât keep ignoring them forever.â You cut her short, speaking directly to her now. âYou canât keep ignoring Draken either too. Youâre miserable.â
âIâm fin-â
âEmma no.â You snap at her, finally having enough of her stubbornness as anger swells up in you. âI see how sad you look everytime you look at your pictures with your big brothers and Draken. Do you think that itâs healthy to keep ignoring them like this?â
âYou were the one they hurt, you shouldnât feel bad for them-â
âIt doesnât matter! I donât matter!â You yell desperately, now pulling away from her grasp in an attempt to put your foot down. âThey are the ones who matter a lot. Those are you family members! People who love you and have protected you for years! Just talk it out with them! They miss you for godâs sake!â
âWhat the hell do you mean you donât matter?â Emma roars back at you, suddenly enraged by your outburst. You nearly stumble back at how angry she sounded, fear creeping into your skin as your verbal claws retract. âYou matter to me! You mean the world to me as any of them do! Youâre my best friend and I love you and if they donât understand that then there is nothing to make up for!â
By the time she was done yelling, her breathing was heavy and her eyes so intense you couldnât even stare at her. Your eyes quickly flickered to your feet instead; scared of seeing the disappointment on her face and terrified of her anger. You didnât like it when Emma yelled, it reminded you of your mother getting angry at you, something you hated doing to her.
Eventually, she took a deep breath and took a step closer to you, her hand intertwined with yours. âCome on, Iâll help you shower.â
You silently follow behind her, eyes downcast and shoulders slumped.
  PERHAPS Izana should be angry at Emma.
It would be justified after the words she said from her mouth, but he canât because he knows the truth. Emma was just angry as well and she didnât mean any of the words she had said to hurt him. She said them because of you, however and he realises that every fight theyâve had is over your presence in her life.
Which meant that the true culprit was you.
People may believe in love at first sight, but from the first day Izana set his eyes on you, he could only feel hatred towards you. You were just there, sitting awkwardly while Emma tried to involve you in their conversation and it irked him.
At first, Izana thought it was the fact that the both of you were clashing personalities that made him feel that way, but then you keep getting in his way and ruining things for him. He hates everything about you - the way you picked your finger when you were nervous. Your bright smile you gave to only Emma and how easy it was for her to like you. Just your mere presence in general was enough to set him off because of how simple it was for you to be close to Emma while you barely knew her. It felt like he was losing his only sister to a stranger, and now the Emma who stands in front of him is a mere mockery of his real sister.
And thatâs the frustrating part. He canât do anything to hurt you. Heâs smart enough to know that if he does, Emma would never forgive him.
â... Kurokawa, are you here with us?â
Izana snaps back to reality as Kisaki taps the table three times to get his attention. âI might have spaced out.â He thinks to himself before facing the entirety of the table; Tetta Kisaki, the rather shrewd and ruthless dealer sitting, his equally irritating lap dog Shuji Hanma and the little shit that he called his younger brother, Mikey.
Speaking of Mikey, ever since that day he made that phone call and revealed his brand new plan of accepting you into their friend group, heâs been very quiet. Even throughout todayâs meeting, he hasnât said a word, aside from mentioning that Draken was going to be absent and asking where Kakucho was before the meeting began.
And knowing his brother, a quiet Mikey is a suspicious Mikey.
Now that Izana thinks about it, heâs noticed that Mikey, who was on his side initially had suddenly switched to trying to apologise to you. Which was weird, considering how egocentric Mikey could be on the topic of apologising. Izana has his suspicions, but then again Mikey is unpredictable due to his rather dark impulses, so he couldnât really say anything yet, until Kakucho came back from his task.
Izana cleared his throat and faced Kisaki again, deciding to be as honest as possible. After all, itâs their fault that heâs in this mess, might as well remind them. âJust thinking about how Emma practically called me a bastard and Iâm supposed to be okay with it.â He said nonchalantly and the air in the room shifted into an uncomfortable silence for the upteenth time this week ever since that unfortunate day. It isnât surprising to anyone as to why though, Izanaâs complicated relationship with the Sanoâs is a sore topic that no one ever dared to bring up.
From Kisakiâs tight lipped expression, Izana is sure that the younger male is picking his words carefully in his head. Even Hanma who would have laughed or said something to intentionally piss off Izana remains silent. Eventually, Kisaki lets out a resigned sigh. âThe audit would be done another time.â He states in a cool tone, putting his laptop aside before facing the two brothers. âItâs obvious weâre not gonna do anything useful until you resolve this issue with Emma and her friend.â
âReally?â The white haired male mocks, causing Kisaki to shift in his place, an irritated frown creasing his face. âwould you like to hear my pla-â
âWeâre not going to kill a civilian and draw attention to ourselves, Izana. Iâve already told you what to do.â Kisaki snapped back, his yellow eyes darting from Izana to Mikey, before narrowing in irritation. âBoth of you. Just apologise to (name), itâs not that hard. You donât even have to mean it, the girl wonât even know the difference-â
âAh yes, cause that went well the last time.â
âAnd whose fault is that? I clearly told you to say âIâm sorryâ and all you did was make things worse!â
âIâm just brutally honest.â Izana spits back. âAnd you canât blame me because I tried, compared to Mikey who sits on his damn ass and has done nothing-â
âI wasnât the one who called her a cheap hooker!â Mikey interjects defensively, sitting upright after staying quiet from the start of this meeting, finally saying something.
âOh, so you can speak.â Izana retorts back, his voice cold. Mikey is so good at shifting blame onto others for actions he has a hand in, especially when he knows it would reflect badly on him. Unfortunately, Izana has been in this game longer than his little brother. âI thought you had gone mute with the way you donât want to talk about the issue beyond pushing me to apologise to her.â
âYou donât make it any easier with how you talk to people.â Mikey hisses back, his tempo rising with each word, but Izana can hear the slight shake in his voice, almost as if heâs hiding something. âHow am I supposed to do anything if you keep saying shit like youâre glad (name)âs gone?â
(Name)?
The entire room falls silent at Mikeyâs sudden outburst, or rather what Mikey had just said. No one says a word as they all stare at Mikey in shock, eye wide and mouth hanging open like heâd grown two heads. Thereâs a glimmer of confusion in the dark eyed male before the realisation of his mistake washes over him, his facial expression changing into a mixture of guilt and pure terror.
As if heâs been caught doing something he shouldnât have.
Itâs unmistaken. Izana knows his brother is hiding something and it has to do with you. âYouâve never,â he starts slowly, never taking his eyes off Mikey, gauging his facial expression. âcalled her by her name. You only call girls who you had something to do with by their name.â
âI-â
âYou fucked her, didnât you.â itâs a statement, not a question. Mikey grows pale and it's more of a sure answer than anything else at all.
âI didnât do anything bad⊠sheâs still a virgin-â
âWhat.â Kisaki, interjecting as well, cuts him off, his voice cold. âDid. You. Do?â
Mikey is silent. Itâs brief and doesnât last long as he finally seals his fate with a quiet voice. âItâs not my fucking fault, she wore a short skirt and she was asking for it-â
At the side, Kisaki crumples back onto the dining table seat, his head in his hands muttering a quiet âOh fuck, I should have stayed with Osanai.â as he shakes in disbelief. Hanma just sits there, clearly perturbed, not knowing how to react but at the same time, not really interested.
âGlad to know Iâm not the only screw up.â Izana scoffs as well. Despite how cheery his voice sounded, the furious look on his face says a different story altogether. âSince apparently youâre just as stupid as I am.â
Mikey runs a hand through his golden locs, frustration evident on his features. No one has ever seen him look so frantic, like a little kid who broke something and is trying to hide it. âI didnât do anything wrong. Sure she said no at first but I knew she wanted it when she relaxed in my touch-â
âThatâs not what Emmaâs gonna think, you idiot!â Izana barks at him angrily, his temper finally off the rails. âYou practically threw away your entire plan before it even started! All for what? Mediocre pussy you could get from some other girl? And you know how Shin is about this shit. If Emma finds out and tells him, weâre screwed!â
Thereâs a mixture of emotions swirling in Izana right now. The urge to punch Mikey was strong, for daring to not only lie to his face, but also making him look like a fool to cover his ass.
Then again, he knows itâs really not Mikeyâs fault but yours. You must have done something to make Mikey hurt you because he knows his little brother doesnât hurt girls. You have this effect of turning people into worse versions of themselves, making them disgusting, evil and hateful.
You turned Emma against them and now you made Mikeyâs dark impulses come out.
Itâs you thatâs the problem.
âSo what anyone find out? They wonât believe herâ Mikey snarls back, irritated. âShe canât blame me, I told her to fucking leave but she didnât listen! She was practically begging me to fuck her-â
âENOUGH!â
Kisakiâs voice is loud enough to silence the two brothers, ending their argument instantly as they breathe heavily from their prior screaming match. Izana slumps back on his seat as Kisaki sits up straight, eyes narrowed. Mikey does the same as Izana, his jaw tightly clenched as he crosses his arms on his chest, feet crossed. The younger male clears his throat, and starts to rationalise the situation.
âItâs obvious that weâre going to switch gears since this happened. We all have a curated reputation that we need to protect so that people donât nose into our business.â He turns to Mikey who is still glaring hard at Izana. âYour brother has a point, you fucked up our plan by not telling anyone what you did-â
âYou judging me too, Kisaki?â
âCan you stop being defensive for once Mikey and just listen!â Kisaki scolds, just about done with everyone making things more difficult for him. âI donât care what you did to her, whatever affection or lust you have for her is a you problem. I just want this situation to be in our favour.â
The statement makes Izana scoff in dismal fashion, but he decides to ask out of curiosity regardless. âAnd how do you intend to turn this situation around? Cause right now she has leverage over us and any careless move can put us in a tougher spot than we can handle.â
Kisaki turns his attention fully towards Izana again, a knowing look on his face as he asks. âIs Kakucho done searching Mikeyâs car?â
âHow did he know?â Izana blinks, but then catches Hanma smirking and doesnât bother to ask his impending questions. Kisaki always had a nasty and suspicious habit of continuously tailing him specifically, and usually it doesnât go over Izanaâs radar when it happens, apart from this instance. Which meant someone was being a rat in his group.
Heâll deal with that later.
Mikey raised a brow in confusion as well, opening his mouth to protest the invasion of his privacy when Izanaâs phone suddenly rings. He picks it up, attempting to step out to answer it when Kisaki raises his hand to stop him.
âAnswer it here.â Kisaki said, ignoring the way Izana looks at him like he has two heads. âand put it on speaker.â
He had no reason to comply, but he wanted to see where Kisaki was going with whatever plan he had. With a wry smile, Izana put the phone down on the table and slid the answer button, putting it on a loudspeaker.
âDid you find anything Kakucho?â
Ever loyal, Kakucho clears his throat and starts to speak, his voice sounding strained over the phone, as if heâs struggling with something. âYes boss.â He answers, a twinge of nervousness coating his tone. âThereâs a dash cam on the mirror and a spy cam underneath the compartment facing the passengerâs seatâŠâ
Mikey grumbles under his breath something about fucking Kakucho up if anything ends up spoilt or missing in his car but Kisaki holds his hand up to his lips and shushes him. Izana continues once heâs sure his brother is done complaining. âAnd did you confirm the anonymous tip that we got?â
He can hear Kakucho shift uncomfortably, the silence on the other side of the phone drawn out until he finally says. âBoss, itâs too ⊠I donât think we should use this against her.â He tries to reason. âI think weâre going too far-â
âPerfect.â Kisaki chimes in, now looking at Izana with a satisfied smile. Kakucho is about to ask why Kisaki was there but Izana cuts him off instead. âBring it back. Iâll explain once you come to the house.â
âOkay boss.â
The phone line dies and Kisaki, fairly confident in his plan, looks at Izana once again. âIâm sure you know where Iâm going, right?â
Izana may think Kisaki is a pathetic brat who just happened to be smart, but right now, itâs like the both of them are connected and in tune with their thoughts. The tanned male stretches his lips into a smile, one full of malice and at the same time, glee, his eyes light with mirth when he realises what Kisaki was thinking.
Finally a plan he could follow along with.
âAlright, Iâm all ears.â
THE walk back to your dorm was quiet.
By the time you managed to catch a bus after spending the entire day looking for a job and getting back to campus, it was already late in the night. Save for only the street lamps that were beginning to dim, everywhere else was darker than usual.
You had read that there was going to be a lunar eclipse tonight between the hours of 10pm - 00am. The time boldly written on the busâ digital clock before you got down was 10:45pm, so you already assumed it was the cause of the unnatural darkness tonight.
A long time ago before the world weighed you down, things like this would have made you excited. You loved watching the stars when you were young, trying to check on the papers your father bought to see if there was any space news available. You remember borrowing your immediate elder brotherâs binoculars as a makeshift telescope, trying to piece out the stars in the sky or see if you would catch a glimpse of the comet that was said to pass through that week.
Unfortunately, you were young and foolish. Wanting to impress your father, you told him all about your book of constellations that you drew up, detailing the first star that appeared every evening, down to your crazy childish theories about aliens and space.
âCan you show me the book?â your father asked calmly. You should have known it was dangerous for your father to be this calm, but you were too blinded by excitement to think and you gave him the book, a bright smile on your face.
Your smile fell as his large hands ripped your book into shreds, before telling you: âWomen donât dream.â
Maybe that was the day you realised the love you craved from your father will never be given to you. You were so young and impressionable, all you wanted was for him to be proud of you, like he was with his sons. Now, you canât even look at the stars, the memory leaves a bitter taste in your mouth and you try to shake it off as you continue on the path.
You wondered what grievous sin youâve committed to be so down on your luck like this. Today had been one disappointment to another
You passed by Emmaâs dorm building, a sigh escaping your lips. She told you that Draken wanted to take her out for dinner tonight, which shocked you because friends with benefits - according to what Emma herself told you- donât go on dates or do lovey dovey stuff with each other, to avoid complicated feelings from budding.
Then again, their relationship is based on the fact that they both have feelings for each other, but Draken was not interested in a relationship.
It was already complicated before it began but at least she's taking your advice and talking to them again.
Your eyes darted up to her window, hoping her lights were on. Whenever she was alone, Emma hated sleeping in the dark. She said it reminded her of the times her mother would lock her and Izana in a dark room whenever she brought her customers in. Anytime she was in a darkened room, she told you she could still hear the sound of her mother moaning and a man grunting. Izana would try his best to distract her, playing games or even stealing an earphone and plugging it to his own so that she would listen to music instead of what was going on.
A frown graced your lips when you saw two bodies from the curtain, one tall figure you recognize as Draken and Emmaâs smaller dainty figure perched on him, kissing. You quickly averted your eyes and walked faster, ignoring the unfamiliar pang in your chest. Maybe youâre jealous because you needed your friendâs comfort right now and she wasnât available. You felt greedy for this, after spending a week with her, you should let her be free.
âShe has her own life to live. And I have mineâ you muttered to yourself as you trudged along the path, slowly dragging your feet. âI have to stop being so dependent on her.â
Eventually, your thoughts drift back to your reoccurring dream. Losing your job made you realise that if you didnât do anything about it, your tiredness would eventually catch up to you and ruin everything else youâve worked for. With an important test scheduled for tomorrow, you knew you could not afford to take another loss this week. You had to power through your sleep tonight, even if it traumatised you.
âMaybe I should pretend that I like it. Pretend itâs okay and enjoy it so that I wonât have to wake up.â You shook your head, cursing as you drew closer to your own dorm building. âOh God, how far Iâve fallen. Look at me trying to enjoy a disgraceful act-â
You paused in your tracks at the sound of a leaf crushing. You quickly turned around, trying to ascertain who could be lurking there behind the bushes. Your palms started sweating, your nerves firing at the thought of being watched.
Silence.
You decided to continue walking, assuming that maybe you were hearing things and there wasnât anything at all. Nighttime always had a way of making you nervous, especially with all the horrible stories you heard about innocent women being attacked around these times. Besides, looking around for whatever may be lurking was a dumb idea.
You should just get out of here.
Eventually, you make it to your dorm house in record time, a sigh of relief escaping your lips. âMaybe Iâm being paranoid. But at least Iâm safe now.â You think to yourself as you push the door open, closing it behind you.
Weary from the dayâs stress, your body starts to give up on you but you push through, trying your best to just make it to your room. Youâre sure you would just collapse on your bed the second you got there and forget about anything else.
But as you reach for the handle, a feeling of dread washes over you, the same one you felt when you were outside. âI really need to let this go. Thereâs no harm waiting for me. Itâs just my room.â You mutter to yourself. Your overthinking has cost you a lot, from your job to your academics and right now, you really need it to stop. Pushing whatever feeling was keeping you away, you walked into the darkened room.
You finally make it to your room, about to rummage your bag for the keys when you notice the door was unlocked. âOh? Ami must have come back rather early, since I barely see her until 2am.â
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The first thing that greeted you was the stench of some kind of smoke -weed, the kind that Ami liked to use whenever she was in the room. You always hated the smell and you recall telling her to leave the windows open whenever she wanted to smoke. Coughing, you quickly covered your nose and mouth with one hand and reached to turn on the light with another. âAmi, how many times have I told you to open the window whenever you smoke? You know I donât like the smell-â
Your blood turns to ice the moment light floods the room, your mouth dry as you stare at the man perched on your reading chair, a leg crossed over the other, the weed blunt hanging between his tanned hands. His lips are stretched into a sick grin, showing all his teeth, purple eyes shining with an odd mirth as he glances at you up and down.
Izana Kurokawa.
âRunâ
You donât need to be told twice, quickly discarding your bag and running towards the direction of the door, only to hit someone hard, standing tall in your way. You look up fearfully to see mismatched eyes, a scar running down his face and flinch backwards in reflex. Itâs as if he gazes at you with pity, but quickly switches to a blank stare as he stands between you and the door.
You know him from hanging around Emma a lot in the Tenjiku frat house, Kakucho. Heâs always around Izana and only loyal to him for some reason that you donât know. He doesnât listen to anyone else, not even Mikey. You realise that he might have been the one that was following you when you were walking home.
Begging him to let you pass would be futile.
âDonât worry, Iâm just here to have a little chat with you. Iâm not going to hurt you.â His tone is calm, but it doesnât bring you any comfort. If Mikey could hurt you without any remorse, then thereâs nothing stopping Izana from doing worse to you. âAnd as much as your backside is as interesting as your face, I prefer talking to someone who is looking at me.â
âI donât want to talk to you.â The words fly out from your mouth before you even think of a more appropriate response but it doesnât seem to give him any form of reaction other than a dry laugh.
He scoffed. âI donât care. Turn around.â
Reluctantly you slowly turn to face him again, your body trembling as your fear filled eyes lock with his. Your heart drops to your stomach when you hear heavy footsteps walk out of the door, shutting it behind you, locks turning and trapping you with Izana.
âOh God oh God oh God.â
Your fear doesnât go unnoticed by the white haired man, and he only chuckles at how stiff you were. Between the two brothers, you know Izana thrives in fear, using it to his advantage and itâs not unfounded. Notwithstanding his backing from Black dragons, Izana had taken Tenjiku from a down and out frat house, to a den of crime that holds power, trickling right into the administration of the university. Even his men know better than to ever get themselves in his bad books, because no one can ever escape him, no matter how much you try to run.
It was only a matter of time until he would make you pay for causing him problems, but you didnât think heâd come by himself. You felt stupid for thinking he wouldnât care about you or heâd forget how angry he was at you and leave you alone, especially with Emma still not on speaking terms with them.
He motions with his bunt for you to come closer to him and you comply, taking careful steps until youâre standing right in front of him. He eyes you again with a tepid frown. âWhen you meet a king, you donât stand before him, you kneel.â
Kneel. You want to assume heâs not serious but you know better than to question him and go down on your knees, focusing your gaze firmly on your lap. Itâs humiliating the way he has you at his mercy, without even moving an inch but itâs better to be compliant than to aggravate him even further by being disobedient.
Youâve learned the hard way what could happen if you resist.
From the corner of your eyes, you watch as Izana puts out his weed blunt on your reading table leaving a sorching mark on the table, before reaching behind his waistband. Your mouth grows dry the second you see the gun, your heart pounding against your chest as he presses the barrel to your head.
âOh god.â You gasp as he presses it further against your head, until youâre sure it would leave an indent. âHeâs going to kill me. Heâs going to kill meâŠâ
âThatâs odd,â He murmurs. âUsually, other people would be begging for their lives when met with a gun to their head, but youâre quiet. If not for the way your hands are trembling, Iâd think you werenât scared.â
This time, with a gun pointed at your head, youâre careful with your words. âY-you said you wonât hurt me.â Your voice shakes with fear but you continue. You know men like Izana, he reminds you of your older brother who ruled the house apart from your father, with fear and control. Sometimes, when you were able to stroke his ego, heâd go easy on you. Maybe that would work on Izana too. âThat you want to talk.â
âAnd what if I changed my mind? Pulled the trigger? Thatâll make my life easier, yeah? I wonât have to fight for my sisterâs love and affection with you.âÂ
Your breath hitches in your throat when you hear the safety go off and watch as his finger curls around the trigger. âOh God, heâs going to kill me. Heâll shoot me dead. I-i have to say something- I donât want to die-â
âI-i trust you not to do it.â You reply, your lips trembling as you struggle not to think of your head scattered into pieces on the floor if he chooses to kill you. âYouâre a man of your words.â
Thereâs another complete silence that engulfs the entire room, until you hear a click that makes you flinch for a split second, waiting for the bullet that would end it all. Instead, itâs him putting the safety back on, and chuckling at your reaction.
âYou trust me? How foolish.â He laughs, tracing the gun from your head down to underneath your chin and forcing you to look up at him. Youâve only read about people with empty eyes in stories, but seeing it in person was so terrifying. âIs that why you ended up with Mikey in his car?â
All the blood rushes from your head to the tip of your toes. âH-how do you kn-â
âI have eyes and ears in this school, (name).â Youâre sure itâs the first time youâve heard him call you by your name and despite being in a life or death situation, you couldnât control the shiver that ran through your spine. âYou wanted him to touch you, right?â
âT-that is not what happened!â You suddenly cried out, trying to explain your own side of the story. Of all the people who know your dirty and shameful secret, Izana is the worst pick, just your luck. âIt was a mistake! I tried to tell him I didnât want it but I couldnât-â
âAh ah -â Izana cuts you off, tilting your chin higher with the gun. âDonât lie to me. You must have planned the entire thing to make Mikey look badâ
âNo! I wasnât trying to do anything, I just wanted to talk-â
âReally? Cause Mikey told me an entirely different story-â
âNo, no I- didnât⊠-â
âYou were dangling yourself like a piece of meat for him to fuck and heâs a man, you know. He has urges and it's hard to resist temptation.â
âThatâs not true-â your lips start to tremble at his words, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. You didnât want to be assaulted, you just wanted to talk to him about the Emma issue and you wanted to apologise. âThatâs not true-â
âOh but it is.â He said firmly, now leaning in closer to your face until thereâs barely any inches between the two of you. âAnd now Mikey feels like a piece of shit because he couldnât stop himself.â
âNo-â your voice is small, trying to defend yourself but even you are beginning to doubt your own credibility with how he keeps twisting the narrative around until you begin to actually believe him.
âNo! Donât let him make you think youâre in the wrong! You know what happened!â
âHe even told you to leave but you refused to. You were baiting him to just do something to you so that you can tell everyone how bad Mikey is and make yourself get more sympathy points. Am I wrong?â
âNo! I would never do that to Mikey!â You donât realise your tempo had suddenly gotten high or that tears had started to drip down your face, but Izana did. He doesnât point it out, staying quiet as you start to shout at him. âI would never bait him into hurting me! I just wanted to make up with him because I felt that I overreacted at the party I swear! And then he touched me in the car -â
âAnd you never reported him to the school authorities? Why? Did you want to blackmail him for money-â
âBecause I love him!â
The words flew out of your mouth before you could even stop yourself from saying them.
Your heart drops as a mischievious glint appears in Izanaâs eyes. His smile drops slightly, still maintaining the gun on your chin. âYou love him?â He says slowly, testing out the words on his lips. âLove? Mikey?â He looks so deep in thought, like the concept sounds so foreign to him that he almost canât believe it. His gaze falls back to you again, a quiet scoff emanating from his lips. âYou really have no shame, do you?â
Unable to maintain eye contact with him, you break away from his gaze, biting down on your lips to prevent yourself from falling apart. When you donât respond, Izana takes your silence as an opportunity to keep talking. âIf you love him so much, then whatâs wrong with what you both did in the car that day? It was what you wanted, wasn't it?â
âNot like thatâŠâ
âBut you claim to love him.â Izana is calm and cool, while youâre stuttering on your words, making you look like youâre the one who is wrong. Like what youâre saying doesnât make any sense to begin with and heâs the one saying something of reason. âAnd yet, you didnât even notice he wasnât himself that day. Or did you take advantage of his fragile state of mind?â
âI would NEVER-â
âYou would, because you get to be the so-called victim and he gets to be the villain in your own story. Do you really know the implication of your actions?â
âThatâs not right.â You donât even realize how quiet youâve gotten, your voice full of uncertainity. âI didnât ⊠itâs notâŠâ
âShut up.â He cuts you off again with a firm tone, tapping the gun on your chin gently to enunciate his point. âThe reason why I havenât put a bullet through your head as much as I want to is because I love Emma. I love Emma so much Iâd kill for her and Iâd resist the urge to kill for her. Thatâs how Sanoâs love. Thatâs true love. That's something you'll never ever experience.â
You stay silent, trying to understand what exactly Izana was calling love. He leaned closer, making you feel even smaller. âIf Emma finds out, sheâll think Mikey intentionally hurt you and she will hate him. But I guess thatâs what you want, isnât it?â
âNever. I donât want her to hate himâ your inner voice telling you itâs not your fault, is nothing more than a whisper, the feeling of guilt and shame overtaking you until youâre almost suffocating. âI just want them to be happyâŠâ
âThen you know exactly what youâre meant to do, right?â
Of course you know what to do. Ever since you were child, itâs been drilled into your head. Whenever your brothers hit you a bit too hard or your father went overboard with his belt and you ended up in the hospital, your mother would take you aside to issue a warning that still rings in your head. That had terrible consequences if you refused to follow through with it.
You nod weakly. It really doesnât matter what is right and wrong when it comes to the Sanoâs, but what they want. Izana taps the gun on your chin again, shaking his head. âI need a verbal answer.â
âI wonât tell anybody what happened. Especially not Emma.â
Satisfied, he withdrew his gun from your chin and your face falls onto his lap, unable to support your head any longer. You feel a hand reaching down to pet your head, like you were a dog who had just been tamed by her new owner. The strength to push him off or stand up had left you, feeling drained as the weight of guilt settle down on your shoulders, heavily. You know you shouldnât believe anything Izana says, but then again he does have a point. Maybe you should have been more receptive of Mikeyâs touch or at least be polite about declining him instead of shoving him off and hurting his pride.
You feel so utterly powerless. Despite being wronged, you know thereâs nothing you can really do to save yourself. You donât think you can bear the traumatic experience of being an outlier again.
Mikey. You donât want to hurt him. You donât want anyone thinking heâs a bad person over a singular action.
'Maybe itâs not as bad as I think, I did enjoy it mid-way, so it should count as something. Right?'
You feel sick just trying to think about it.
âYou know, if youâre this obedient, we can get along just fine.â He hums, breaking the silence as he pets your head gently. You hate yourself right now. How easy it is to do whatever it is that youâre told because disobedience is not an option. âIâm sure you wouldnât want to know what Iâll do to you if you break your promise.â
âNoâ your voice is quiet. You feel tired, sick maybe, you donât know. Maybe itâs the weed he smoked earlier affecting your judgement and reasoning. Or itâs the lack of sleep that has made it difficult for you to think straight or stand up. Either way, you donât care. âI donât.â
âGood girl.â
Bonus:
You know heâs mocking you, but you accept it, like you do with every circumstance thrown at you.
  IZANA looks down at your sleeping figure with a curious gaze.
For a moment, he almost pities you. Despite the faint glow of the room lighting, he can see the dark circles underneath your eyes and how stressed you look. For someone who is actively working to pay her fees while sustaining herself with no one caring for her, it must be hard being abandoned by society.
He can see why Emma picked you to be her friend, she always had a trait of picking up stray animals who had no one because she wanted something to protect. Itâs no different with you, the way sheâs so fiercely loyal to you and why she wanted you to be accepted by their family. No wonder she was hurt when you were vehemently rejected by them.
If he had a conscience, heâd feel bad for you. You love Mikey, of all people, someone who only saw you as a nuisance and to push the blame of his actions onto. All those times Mikey was cruel to you must have hurt the most because you truly cared about what he thinks about you.
Heâs careful when he lifts your head from his lap, not wanting to wake you up. He puts your head on the chair and turns to leave, already overstaying his welcome. Heâs done the thing he was supposed to, ensuring you stayed quiet about Mikeyâs actions and thereâs no need for him to be here any longer.
As he walked to the door, his mind goes back to you. In a way, you and him were similar. All alone, unwanted, with nobody in the world to care about you, cold, uncaring parents who didnât think twice in terms of abandoning you both. The only difference between you and him is that he grew a backbone and you havenât. Youâre like a kicked dog who continues to stay on the ground to get kicked, in hopes the person kicking you stops eventually.
As long as you stay on the ground, people like him will keep kicking you.
He knocks loudly on the door and the locks turn. Kakucho opens it for him, peering inside with a worried gaze, his eyes settling on your body slumped over a chair.
âDid you hit -â
âI didnât touch her.â Izana snaps at the taller male, stepping out of the room properly. âSheâs fine, physically at least. Emotionally sheâs a mess. But thatâs Mikeyâs problem to fix.â
âHuh?â
It wouldnât hurt to tell Kakucho your little secret. âApparently (name)âs in love with my dear brother Mikey so sheâs keeping quiet what he did to her.â a cruel smile stretches across his face. âHow pathetic.â
Kakucho frowns at Izanaâs statement, but as usual he doesnât say anything in response. Instead, his eye darts back to your form again, taking a good look at you, his eyes softening. Ever the gentleman.
âShe shouldnât really stay like that Izana, sheâll get a stiff neck-â
âKakucho.â
That was enough to end the conversation.
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Karina x MReader. Fluff. Enemies to lovers.
-For christ sake, what a bitch! -Your anger boiling in your heart and your brain tells you, no, yells you to go to your managers office and demand a fair treatment, it's just ourageous that among all the workers in the office you have to stay late every single day of the week to cover the "last project of the quarter".
No matter what you do, how hard you work, how many late nights and how many cups of coffee you drink at a day, it just feels like a prison in here, the office that hired you as the main developer for the website on their new brand "Supernova."
Plus, who names a project "Supernova"? Sounds like with just a simple code here and there you'd make the market implode and then explode in money... If your manager Karina expects for that to happen she's either naively hopeful or a total delusional.
-You, come to my office. -Her cold words stabs your brain, after a whole week hearing her low pitch condescending dictatorial voice you can't bear to listen to it one more time, but you need this job like, DESPERATELY need this job, so there's no talk back to the boss.
-Yes boss?
-We're behind on the project, have you been slacking off again? -Her cold judgemental gaze falls upon your black sacked eyes showing off the immense exhaustion you have tu put up with during the project.
-Look boss, I'm doing my best, I haven't slept well these past few days but I assure you I will have everything ready by next month even if the useless of my coworkers don't do shit. -Your tongye got the best of you and runs wild. -I just need to have a good night sleep, can you let me out early today?
-No, we are all hands on deck and you know that. -She sighs and rubs her forehead in a clear show of stress and disappointment. -Just go back to work and don't screw anything up.
Any person with enough patience would put up with that shit, but not you, not now at least. The condescending tone and the past sleep deprived week has been just too much for you, clearly you're not thinking straight anymore, or perhaps you're thinking clearer...?
-Fuck this.
-Excuse me? -She responds with equal or perhaps even higher anger.
-Fuck this Karina, I'm not doing any more shit today and I'm tired to put up with your fucking demands. Fire me if you want I'm going home to sleep. -You really shuld've thought that better, but what is done is done, you start to pick up your stuff and bracing yourself for the shouting match.
-You cross that door and you're suspended, one week half pay. -Surprisingly enough instead of picking up a fight and shouting her vocal cords off as she usually does, she just stares straight into your eyes with a gaze so cold it could freeze hell itself. -You're not the only developer in our payroll, if I wanted I could fire your sorry ass right now and make it so you never work as a developer never again in your life, so consider this a favour.
Breathe.
Don't let that tone of hers get into your core.
Just, breathe.
-Fuck you. -It's the only thing you get to say before actually leaving.
-One week suspension no pay, and don't you dare call me or text me asking to forgive you. Jackass.
With the anger oozing through your pores you just slam the door and head out. You start your car and praying you don't crash you go from 0 to 100 in just a couple of seconds screeching the tires of your car.
-Please god, take care of him... -She sighs under her breath.
But wait... What?
Take care of him?
During that next week there was absolutely no news from you on the office, things started to be more... tense. You've received a ton of messages from your coworkers basically begging him to come back, but the answer is defenitive: No.
However things don't ever go your way.
*Bzz* *Bzz* *Bzz*
-Hey, we need to talk, come to the office. -Again, that swee... No. Annyoing voice again.
-I'm suspended. -Your answer comes as soon as the thought hits your brain.
A sigh from the other line and a faint whisper.
-This man is going to be the death of me some day. -But then the usual tone returns. -Look, I made a rash decision and we need your intel, you're the one that knows the way around our software.
-I thought you had several developers in your payroll, I bet they can help. -You say sipping through the wine you bought for that dinner for one you've been pushing away so much due to the job.
-I'm asking nicely, and around here you know that's as rare as an unicorn. Just come here tomorrow and finish the project, we're ahead.
-Ahead? What do you mean ahead? You said we we're behind last week! -Your voice comes harsher and harsher, even though your chest is telling you not to.
Not to her.
-I lied to try and make things faster, okay? Just come and we can talk like professionals. -She couldn't come to acknowledge the fact that she just wanted to see you. She couldn't admit that she misses your cologne, your three day beard and your stoic gaze when you're so deep in thought. -I'll send you the advances that have been made.
Right away she hangs up the phone, relieved she didn't break down into yelling or insults. Right away an email arrives on your computer with such incredibly... small advances looks like you carried the entire project all by yourself.
-Why am I not surprised? -You sigh under your breath as you pause the movie you were watching and read what has been done, immediately you start chaning... well, almost everything.
Next day...
You should at least turn off the car, for real, have you seen how expensive the gas is around these days?
"Just go, I avoid her any longer... I- I don't want to..." -It's the only thought that crosses your mind, the thought of seeing her piercing eyes again, the feeling of her gaze piercing and burning through your very soul, the loud beating of your heart as you look at her lips...
Her lips...
If only she wasn't your boss, right?
-So, I checked the non existent advances the useless guys did, and...
-How you've been? Have you slept well? -For some reason her tone wasn't condescending anymore, the worry present on her voice...
Could it be?
-Yes, finally in months I've been sleeping great... -Her eyes, oh. my. god... Her eyes... -Anyways, I have everything finished now, you can present it to corporate. -You say trying to avoid her eyes as you speak sarcastically and look at your watch.
-Big date coming or something? -She asks, doing an awesome job yo hide the jealousy.
-Just wondering how long this will take. -She sighs again, feeling the anger and stress of your cold demeanor.
-Your week of suspension ends today and the weekind is off by legal, so you can go now and I'll see you on monday.
-Sure.
After that you just go back to your usual routine, the weekend goes great and the next week of work comes, with so much less stress that even the busiest day feels like a walk through the park. The time off work led you to watch so much shows, and so much free time, time spent in imagining your life outside of work with that person that would make your days so much happier.
Thinking of love.
What a great future you could have, perhaps you could get married and have kids, after all that's your dream.
In a year you'd ascendo in your job, start earning more, you'd start dating to finally get the chance to let you feel that love you so desperately look for, In a year your boss wouldn't be your boss and perhaps you could date her, in a year you'd buy your first...
Your boss? Date... your boss?
Why would you think that? She's a bitch.
"But she's a gorgeous bitch." You thought, perhaps... only perhaps... You wanted that, you liked your boss...
*Bzz* *Bzz* *Bzz*
Your phone rings with a text from your boss.
-Corporate loved the project, we were given monday to celebrate, so I'll be expecting you monday 7:00 A.M. sharp for the party.
-Got it boss. And hey, sorry for snapping out last week. -Perhaps this could be a beginning, you know you should keep things professional, you keep telling yourself to stop but flesh is weak.
-Yeah, just don't be late. -Her response cold as always after 5 minutes of writing and deleting, she's also in the midst of an inner debate, whether let herself feel what she wants to feel for you or just don't say anything.
But why? Why shouldn't you try? Because she's your boss? There's plenty of people that date with their boss and make it work, you shouldn't keep ahold of the prospect of your happiness just because people might judge, that's the whole point, living for yourself and be happy yourself. Isn't it?
That very Monday at 7:00 A.M. you show yourself at work wearing a new white T-shirt and some loose jeans, your usual wrist watch and a new cologne you bought just for your boss, nothing else is going to stop you.
-Hey, boss. -You came to talk to her made a nrevous wreck not really knowing what to do to get her attention.
-Oh, here he is, the brain behind it all. -She wrapped her arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to present you to some corporate officers like if you were a prize, like you never shouted before... Like you two were friends... Being so close to her made your every sense enter overdrive and your nostrils welcomed her particular scent, that magnificent smell of lavender and strawberries sent your head over the moon.
The rest of the party went completely normal, talking here, showing off there... Taking glances at your boss every once in a while as well.
Wait, did she looked at you as well?
Was she blushing?
-Hey boss can I talk to you for a sec? -You got closer and whispered into her ear, not long after she pointed you to the balcony where you usually go to have your lunch.
-Make it quick.
-Look boss, there's no easy way for me to say this, but I think I should quit... I... I have feelings for you.
-Is that so? -Her cold demeanor makes you back off for a second, unable to tell the truth in her eyes you stutter.
-I know, I know that I was rude last week and I'm being just way too out of line. -Her eyes shine with a glint never seen before, in her mind the thoughts are divided whether she should speak from her heart, as Karina. Or speak from her brain as Ms. Jimin, regional Manager of your branch.
-You know you're my worker, and this is incredibly inappropriate.
-Don't you feel the same for me? I saw you looking for my eyes before.
-Don't be ridiculous, I'm your boss. -Despite the way she feels work ethics comes first, how can a manager could let a worker speak to her that way?
-I don't care. -It's the last thing you said before leaning forward and placing your hand against her cheek, caressing her soft skin and pressing your lips over hers.
For a second all that exists is you and her, together in a tight embrace holding her waist desperately thinking that if you'd ever let go of her she'd just vanish in the thin air. She responds to your advances letting your body invade her personal space, for mere seconds that feel like an eternity all that she can feel is your hands gripping her blouse until she lets go of any ties and wrap her arms around your neck, tipping into her toe-tips to match as much as she can your height.
-We... We can't... I'm your boss... -Her voice comes out cracking, breathing unsteady due to the raw passion she just felt a while ago. -It's inappropriate.
-I don't care, I'll quit if needed, I just care that I want you.
-I want you too. -She rests her head on your shoulder nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck.
You then caress her soft hair, taking a deep breath of her unique scent that send jolts of electricity along your brain.
-So what now, boss? -This time the words come out strong, lovingly, softly.
-Now we talk to HR, couples need to fill paperwork. -She pulls back and looks into your eyes again. -You always make me do more and more paperwork... -She then whispers in your ear. -Sweetie.
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hey hey! I really like your writing :) I have a request for the brothers:
gn!mc who has trouble sleeping alone bc of nightmares. they can very rarely sleep but are great at hiding it, because they donât want to bother anybody. they never notice because mc always sleeps fine during sleepovers??? until eventually the lack of sleep gets to them too much and it becomes too noticeable. how do they respond when mc (reluctantly) reveals the truth?
thank you and have a lovely day â€ïž
Good prompt! I like this one :)
(This one took a good few hours! Hope you like it!)
MC has nightmares when they sleep alone
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Lucifer:
ââŠsomethingâs amiss with our human.â Lucifer thinks.
Heâs been observing them lately. Since he cracked down on his brothers sneaking into their room at nightâin order to give the poor human a break, so they may rest well and have time to study for the upcoming wave of testsâtheyâve been⊠sluggish. More forgetful. Their assignments are coming back notably worse. He was irritated at first, but when he brought them into his office to confront them about it, he couldnât ignore how⊠off they seemed.
Lucifer sets his irritation with their slipping standards aside, in favour of concern. He is above petty reactions, he decides. No, he is reasonable enough to see that there must be a cause for this.
âMC. I did not call you here to berate you. I am not angry with you. Something is obviously wrong. Please, I cannot help you until you tell me what it is.â
Youâre not sure if itâs the jarringly unmasked concern in his eyes, or the rising feeling of guilt for stressing him out more than usual that finally cracks your resolve.
Whatever it is, you confide in him. You tell him that youâve not been sleeping well. He pries the reason out of you, by pointing out his observations about the timing.
Begrudgingly, you admit to having nightmares when you try to sleep alone.
Outwardly, he remains businesslike and practical as always. In his mind, heâs facepalming. In retrospect, the signs are all there! How did he not notice??
He feels just a bit sorry, too. In his attempt to help you, he directly made everything worse. What a great job heâs doneâŠ
Then he snaps out of it and steels himself. Thereâs no use dwelling on that! He can fix this. Very, very easily!
âI see. Then, sleep in my room tonight. I will ensure no nightmares bother you. Once youâve recovered enough to learn again, I will help you bring your grades back up to your usual standard. Is this satisfactory?â
He refuses to hear any guilt from you about imposing, or taking up his time, or being a burden.
âI am choosing to carry you, MC. Thereâs no burden.â
From that point on, youâre always welcome in his bed. On the rare occasion that he isnât home and none of his brothers can sleep over with you, he lends you his coat to sleep under. The familiar scent of him that clings to it is better than nothing.
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Mammon:
âŠOkay, at this point, he HAS to pry. Mammon is one of the first to notice that youâve not exactly been well lately. Youâre being unusually scatterbrained, clumsy, and spacey. You donât have any energy. Itâs obvious to him that thereâs a sleep issue! Heâs more observant than he looks, ya know!
Now that he thinks of it, these traits are not THAT out of character for you. Theyâre not usually this bad though!
âŠshit, does that mean youâre usually sleep deprived? Thatâs not good. Well! Youâre HIS human, and he loves you lots and takes your well being very seriously, as much as he hates to say it out loud. So, he commits himself to figuring this out!
Evening comes. Mammon follows you into the hall leading towards your room. You bash your hip against a wall corner and almost fall to the floor as you dizzily stumble, trying to catch yourself. Mammon grabs you to steady you. Yeah, at this point he has to pry.
âBe careful, human! Seriously, youâd break all your lil toothpick bones without the great Mammon around to protect ya! Whatâs up with that, huh?â
You trust him of course, but⊠youâre embarrassed. You donât want to tell him.
He clicks his tongue impatiently. You donât say anything. He grabs you by the shoulders and steers you into his room. He pushes you down to sit on his bed.
âCâmon, MC. Talk to me. Your first man is here to help!â
ââŠâ
ââŠplease?â
Now, that⊠almost does it. You feel bad for being stubborn. You know heâs worried, and chaotic as he can be, heâs proven himself as a very good guardian demon time and time again. You take a deep breath, gathering your resolve.
You take just a bit too long. Mammon groans.
âIâm very annoying, yknow. Iâll get it outta ya somehow!â
Mammon pokes your cheeks, gently shakes you, tugs lightly at your hair, as he demands that you talk to him.
âTell me, tell me tell me tell me tell me, câmooooon humaaan, tell me!â
âOh, fucking fine!â You think. You confide in him.
Heâs mildly tempted to be like, âwas that really so hard,â but he wonât. Heâs far more concerned than annoyed with you. He feels bad about all the super late nights out heâs been having lately. He wants to always be there for you! Him having missed something like this has him mentally kicking his own ass.
Mammon puts all that aside for now, though. He roots around in a drawer to get two pairs of his old, worn and comfy sweatpants, plus an old tshirt, faded and worn soft from use. He throws the shirt and one of the sweatpants at you
âGo brush your teeth and change, then come right back. Weâre having an early night.â
When you return, he locks his door, then puts you back in his bed. Heâs changed into the other pair of sweatpants. Mammon wraps himself around you as much as he can, as if to bodily shield you from the nightmares, then pulls his blanket over both of you.
âSleep, human. No nightmaresâll DARE mess with you now. Not while Iâm here. Iâll protect ya.â
Having him so close to you feels like home. Nothing else has ever felt so safe. You sleep deeply, for hours longer than you have in a while.
(Mammon is never letting you sleep alone again)
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Levi:
As much as Levi doesnât want to bother you, heâs getting worried. Youâre performing WAY worse at your video games than usual! Youâre missing so many inputs! He knows your usual skill level, this game should be a relaxing walk in the park for you! Heâs too worried to even make fun of you!
âOk, thatâs it! I canât take it anymore! What happened to you, normie?? Are you sick?? Do you⊠not want to play with me? Whatâs happening??â
Heâs worked himself into a panic. You know heâs sensitive enough right now to take it personally if you donât confide in him. So fine! Youâll talk!
Youâll talk⊠auuugh, you canât get the words out! Youâre too self conscious about it. Fuck it. You take your DDD out of your pocket and send him a text.
>not been sleeping well. Nightmares. So tired, canât pretend anymore! >:( Nothing personal, promise!
Levi reads the text. He chews the inside of his cheek for a long moment, thinking. Then he snaps to attention, looking at you with intense determination.
âWe canât have that! I need my player two in optimal condition! Thereâs no other way for us to win at any games!â
Levi resorts to his old faithful: relaxing slice of life anime! He makes a big pile of pillows and blankets on the floor, arranging them into an MC-and-Levi sized nest. Itâs late enough into the evening that itâs reasonable enough to try to put you to sleep.
If just the anime and the blankets and the being in his room isnât enough to knock you out, heâll shyly inch over to you to hold your hand. Blushing and looking away from you because heâs shy, but heâll do it.
If you ask himâor just look sad and cute enoughâheâll even curl up behind you in the blanket-nest and hold you. Levi wonât have ANYTHING hurting his Henry, not if he can do anything about it!
He doesnât mind holding you all night like this. The fact that youâre asleep helps, heâs not shy when youâre not perceiving him. The anime heâs still watching is helping too. Itâs a good distraction.
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Satan:
As soon as he started to get the feeling something was wrong with you, he began watching you intently. Heâs sharp, so he would have caught this very early on.
He canât help but have a little fun with this investigation at first, thinking of it as detective work.
Soon though, he gets concerned. Youâre irritable, youâre not retaining information or remembering small things as well, youâre clumsier and less generally aware⊠all dangerous things to be in this realm.
He doesnât need you to tell him whatâs wrong. He puts it together himself. He knows you sleep just fine with him, he knows you seem well rested after sleepovers with any of his brothers too. Clearly itâs not general insomnia. He also knows that the usual frequent sleepovers havenât been happening for a while now.
When he confronts you, he doesnât start with asking questions. He lays out all the evidence heâs collected and states his guesses as to the cause.
He tells you he has concluded itâs most likely to be any of these causes: loneliness, separation anxiety, touch deprivation, nightmares, stress-induced insomnia. He asks you to tell him which it is, if itâs more than one, if itâs something else?
Heâs so clinical about it, you pretty much forget to be self conscious. All you have to do is confirm that itâs nightmares and they only happen when you sleep alone.
âThank you for trusting me,â he says, regardless of how little youâve actually told him. âYouâre more than welcome to sleep over with me any time. You donât even have to ask. Just tell me that youâre sleeping over.â
That evening, he leads you into his room. He lies on his back, book in hand, and beckons you to lie on top of him.
He guides your head to rest in the crook of his neck. He balances his book against your shoulders, holding it with one hand. The other wraps around your waist, his thumb rubbing your side soothingly, and he begins to read aloud to you.
His voice and his warmth soothe you to sleep. Not a single nightmare dares touch you.
Asmo:
The first thing Asmo notices is the darkened circles under your eyes.
âOh, my darling! Your skin!â He gasps, genuinely horrified. âCome, we can do better than that. Let your Asmo take care of you~â
As he often does, Asmo brings you to his room for a spa day. Evening. Night. Itâs late.
He smooths moisturizer into your skin, using all the appropriate human-safe products for revitalizing you when youâre tired. He gets a helpful mask on you, then one for him too. As you wait for it to dry, he asks you whatâs up.
âCanât sleep, lovely? You know, if youâre restless I can always tire you out~â
You roll your eyes and elbow him lightly. You expected nothing less from Asmo. Knowing him as well as you do, itâs more endearing than bothersome. You know heâs showing you that he cares.
âOfferâs always open, darling!â He giggles. âBut, is there anything else I could do for you? Need to get something off your chest? Or just some good company, hmm?â
Asmoâs really sweet. Itâs easy to open up to himâor, as easy as opening up gets. He massages your hand in silence as you gather your resolve to confide in him.
He listens sympathetically. Nodding and humming encouragingly at all the right points as you speak. Squeezing your hand when you need support. Just⊠being the emotionally intelligent sweetheart that Asmo always is with you.
âYouâre welcome to sleep here, love. Nothing you donât want will happen, of course. Now, let me wash that mask off you, then we can snuggle if you like.â
He washes off the mask, touching you very tenderly as he does. He takes his time gently washing the product off your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb affectionately. He gives you a little forehead kiss when your face is clean as his thanks for trusting him.
He lets you lead on how much contact you want. He really just wants to help. Heâs happiest if you choose to cuddle with him, but heâs totally chill with just holding your hand, or even just lying next to you. Heâs awesome like that.
No matter what you choose, the familiar perfume of Asmoâs room and the reassuring rhythm of his breathing lulls you to sleep. It feels safe.
You sleep really well. Asmo really is the best.
Beel:
Beel understands nightmares. He gets them too. He spots the signs easily, familiar as they are to him.
All he has to do is spot the haunted look in your eyes when he sees you before breakfast. Very distracted he usually is at that time, yes, but he loves you. He pays attention to you. He notices it pretty quick.
He canât help but wonder why you havenât approached him about it. Hasnât he demonstrated to you that nightmares in particular are a thing heâs safe for you to confide in about? Heâs not going to take it personally, but he IS going to worry.
He keeps an ear trained on your room whenever he goes into the kitchen at night. Carefully listening for any signs of distress.
After a few nights of this, he gives into his impulse and goes to check on you after his midnight snack. He brings you something he knows you like.
Heâs not surprised to find you awake.
âHey.â He says through a mouthful of his own food. âWant a snack?â He comes in to put it in your hands as soon as you acknowledge him.
The two of you eat together, sitting quietly on your bed side by side. Beelâs careful not to drop any crumbs.
You remain quiet even after all traces of snacks are eliminated.
âNightmares?â Beel asks gently, looking at you with those irresistible soft worried puppy eyes he does. You canât lie to him. Youâre not a monster!
You nod. He hums sympathetically, looking genuinely saddened on your behalf. He gets it.
âWant a hug?â He offers
You press yourself into his side. He wraps one very big arm around you, and you melt into him like warm mozzarella. His solid presence is reassuring. You feel so safe with him. Youâre already starting to drift as he rubs your shoulder with one large thumb.
âWould it help if I stay?â Beel murmurs to you.
You nod again.
So Beel picks you up, settling himself in your bed with you and arranging you comfortably in his arms.
He starts softly stroking your hair. Trying to help you relax more.
âThanks for letting me help you.â Beel says earnestly. Itâs obvious that he really means it. Heâs grateful youâre trusting him with this. Heâs very happy that youâre accepting his comfort, because he wants nothing more than to help you and protect you.
Heâs good at that. Being comforting. Helpful and protectiveâthatâs Beel.
You drift off peacefully, with nothing on your mind except the sleep-blurred sentiment of feeling grateful for him, too.
Belphie:
Without question, Belphie is the first one to notice that youâre having nightmares. Sleep is his main thing!
You only get to have one bad night before he steps in. He drags you up to the attic to nap with you right after school. No nightmares happen, of course, because youâre not sleeping alone. Belphie congratulates himself on a job well done!
âŠwait. Again?? He finds himself aware that youâre having another nightmare that night, hours later when youâre trying to sleep by yourself. Fuck sake.
He goes to your room. You snap awake at the disturbance. Without a word, he pours himself into your bed, draping across you like a clingy cat and going right back to sleep.
Bit rude. But this is helpful. You go back to sleep too, and have no nightmares. Good job, Belphie.
Then the next night, it happens again!! Mildly vexed at the persistent issue, he does the same thing as last night.
The next evening, he doesnât let you go to bed alone to begin with. He goes with you, staying just aware enough that he can snipe your nightmares before they get a chance to terrorize youâbut⊠none happen? Huh. Wild. Okay.
The next night, he finally asks you what the deal is. You hesitate to tell him. Belphie has no qualms about annoying the information out of you, if his initial blunt concern isnât enough to get you to talk. If you donât crack, heâll try tickling you until you talk to him. If you STILL donât crack, heâll sic Beel and his concerned puppy eyes on you. No one can resist Beelâs concerned puppy eyes. Especially not when itâs BOTH twins looking at you like that!
Resistance is futile. You reluctantly tell him that you have nightmares only when you sleep alone.
He mentally slaps himself. Obviously!
He was prepared to use any of his avatar of sloth abilities necessary to cure you of your nightmaresâand he still isâbut heâs happy (and secretly endeared) to learn that the cure is nothing more than his presence. Less work for him! Less work, AND a good excuse to steal you away for naps all the time! Two of his favourite things!
Belphie is never letting you sleep alone again. No, youâll either be together in your room, together in his and Beelâs room, or together in the attic.
Heâll make an exception for sleepovers with his other brothers too if you miss them. Youâre so lucky he loves you.
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Workaholics AnonymousÂ
Science Major: Man, I sure wish I had time to enjoy college but I have so much studying and homework to do. At least I'll get an easy high paying job after, right?
Physicist: I think I have a pretty good work life balance (does not, actually) and I think my grad students should have the same work life balance (which is not having that)
Astronomer: I work *about 40 hour weeks, but sometimes there are hours are in the middle of the night 'cause, y'know, stars. But who needs a consistent sleep schedule, really? Not me. I got Redbull.
Geologist: Sometimes I get to spend 15 hours a day wandering through the desert in severe weather conditions looking for cool rocks! also I have to like survey the land or whatever so I can get money
Chemist: Oh, you know, my PI only lets me see my family at night for dinner, then I have to come back and sleep in the lab, but overall Iâd say Iâm not too stressed.
Physician: Well, I had to work really hard, so why shouldn't everyone else have to work even harder? I'm sure the patients could only benefit from everyone being sleep deprived.
Biologist: I work so much I donât even remember the last time I wasnât working.
Science Major: huh?
Biologist: I MUST OBSERVE THE CRAB AT ALL TIMES. I OBSERVE THE CRAB EVEN AS WE SPEAK. IF I DO NOT PUBLISH 60 PAPERS ON CRAB BEHAVIOR BY NEXT YEAR MY COLLEAGUES WILL SENSE MY WEAKNESS AND DEVOUR ME ALIVE, LIKE A PACK OF STARVING CRABS
Computer Scientist: Um⊠I work from home for at most 8 hours a day then play video games
Biologist: *licks lips*
Computer Scientist (Game Dev): I would murder you if I wasn't so... oh there I go- *passes out from exhaustion (hasn't slept or touched grass in five years)*
#science#physics#biology#chemistry#geology#scientists sitcom#for real though science has a very toxic work culture in general#we should syop eating each other alive like a pack of crabs just because they want to have a family#is sad just how little i am exaggerating with some of these#CRABS#astronomy#computer science
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Hii, do you think you could do a piece with a sleep deprived and overworked hero, and then the villain notices and takes care of them please. Thank you, and I love your writing!!
The hero stared at the ground, trying to catch their breath as best as they could. They were wheezing, in fact, and they couldnât handle the sudden adrenaline rush very well. Soon enough, their body got tired again and they wanted to sit here for an eternity.
âIs this gonna be a regular thing? You know, just ask me on a date, that would spare me a lot of trouble.â The villain offered the hero their hand and the hero begrudgingly decided to take it.
âI didnât ask you to save me. Again.â The hero staggered and more or less luckily, the villainâs hand was on their lower back immediately, preventing an undoubtedly embarrassing fall. âAnd I didnât ask you to be in my business all the goddamn time.â
The hero took a step back and tried to put more distance between them. They couldnât waste their time with the villain here, they had work to do, they had things to take care of. The hero needed to collect more data, needed to fight more criminals, needed to work harder and be better.
âJeez, relax. Was just trying to help, sunshine.â The villain shrugged and let a knife of theirs disappear in their pocket. They looked the hero up and down. âBut seriously, are you alright?â
âIâm fine,â the hero said through gritted teeth, lying as if the villain wouldnât notice.
Obviously, the hero wasnât doing well. For over a week now, they couldnât sleep. They were so stressed with upcoming elections (and thus potential sabotages as well as assassinations) that they couldnât fall asleep, even though they were a walking corpse that longed for rest more than anything. As if that wasnât enough, they had to concentrate on their usual tasks: battles and paperwork put more stress on them than they couldâve ever imagined.
âYou canât concentrate, your coordination is shit and youâre easily irritated. Donât think I wouldnât notice that.â The villain took a step forward, so close to the hero that their head started spinning.
âHonestly, donât worry about it. You shouldnât care. Weâre enemies,â the hero said. They avoided the villainâs eyes. At work, no one really talked about overworking. No one acknowledged how miserable this job could be.
âWe slept together like six times,â the villain said.
âAnd that was a mistake.â
âSix times? Seems more like a habit.â
âOkay, well, urgh.â The hero put a hand on the villainâs chest. Admittedly, they craved the villainâs attention and touch. They craved a lot of things right now, especially someone who could comfort them. But they made it seem as if they wanted to stop the villain from coming closer.
âWeâre not strangers,â the villain said. âI know you. I know youâre not okay. You carry a bunch of stuff with you and you refuse to unpack it. Thatâs fine, I respect it, but Iâd really like you to be okay.â
The hero closed their eyes. Was it bad that they wanted to feel the villainâs fingers on them? Those bloody and scarred hands?
âItâs justâŠlots of work at the moment. I donât do well under too much pressure.â
âSo, you canât sleep? Is that it?â The villainâs eyes pierced into the heroâs and the hero could remember the last time theyâd been this close a little too well.
Not that it mattered but back then, the hero had stared down at the sweating villain whom theyâd pushed into the mattress.
âItâs difficult.â
âYou know you can always come to my place.â
âI donât wanna trouble you.â
âYou only trouble me on the battlefield and those are two sides of the same coin.â The villain took in a deep breath. âJust think about it. I kinda miss you. And we donât even have to do anything. You just need someone to make you a proper dinner.â
âAs if Iâm living on instant noodles.â
âYou are living on instant noodles. Think about it.â
They pressed a soft kiss to the heroâs cheek and it was safe to say that the villain spoiled the hero when they visited them that night.
#when youwhen when yyou sleep with your enemy and develop feelings Ah#writing snippet#heroxvillain prompt#heroxvillain snippet#heroes and villains#hero#villain#hero x villain#heroxvillain#an answer for an ask#request#suggestive#kinda#idk
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Hi there! First of all I just discovered your blog and it helped me understand a lot about autism. I was recently diagnosed and I had maaany questions, and going through your blog gave me some answers. So thank you so much for your dedication! âš
I was wondering if you could share some stuff about burnouts? I saw the post of the signs of burnouts, but I was wondering if you had information about what are the common causes or how to deal with them?
Have a great day/night!
Hi there,
I found some information in burnout recovery and causes:
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Signs
* Lack of motivation (hard to care about goals when everyday life is overwhelming)
* ï»żï»żLoss of executive functioning abilities (decision-making, organization, etc.)
* Difficulty with self-care
* ï»żï»żEasier to reach overload or meltdown
* ï»żï»żLoss of speech, selective mutism
* ï»żï»żLethargy, exhaustion
* ï»żï»żIllness, digestive issues
* ï»żï»żMemory loss
* ï»żï»żInability to maintain masks or use social skills
* ï»żï»żOverall seeming "more autistic" or stereotypical
* ï»żï»żMay have period of high energy before collapse
causes
* ï»żï»żPassing as neurotypical / suppressing autistic traits
* ï»żï»żDoing 'too much', too much stress
* ï»żï»żAging: needing more downtime, having less energy
* ï»żï»żChanges, good or bad (relationships, jobs, living arrangements, belongings, environment, routines...)
* ï»żï»żSleep deprivation, poor nutrition, dehydration
* ï»żï»żIllness
* ï»żï»żSensory or emotional overload
strategies
* ï»żï»żTime
* ï»żï»żScheduling breaks, managing spoons
* ï»żï»żLeave of absence
* ï»żï»żStimming, sensory diet
* ï»żï»żExercise
* Reassured and supports
* ï»żï»żRoutines
* ï»żï»żBetter environment/job/etc.
* ï»żï»żBoundaries, saying 'no'
* ï»żï»żDropping the mask/façade
* ï»żï»żSolitude
* ï»żï»żAbsolute quiet
* ï»żï»żCreative projects, passions, special interests
* ï»żï»żPaying attention to reactions and your body
Hereâs another Infograph I found:
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Sleep and rest as much as you can. We often need more sleep than allistics and it is especially crucial to meet our need for extra sleep while in burnout.
Reduce your energy expenditure. Within reason, reduce social time and the amount of information you are taking in on a daily basis. This often means saying no, even to things you think you
"want" to do. (ex. re-watch TV rather than start new shows)
Engage in special interests at a comfortable and sustainable level. Rather than doing in-depth research, try decorating your space with posters or objects related to your special interests or watching a TV show related to one of them.
Focus on your hypersensitivities. Use earplugs/ headphones/sunglasses, use dishwashing gloves and a mask while cleaning, wear comfortable clothes, eat safe foods, leave spaces that are too bright, loud, or fragrant.
Stim!! MOVEMENT: dance, rock, tap, flap, stretch, walk, stim toys.
TOUCH: soft fabric, self-massage, play with hair. VISUAL: watch
TV/ movie, kaleidoscope, coloring book, satisfying videos
AUDIO/VOICE music, singing, echolalia. REPETATION/SORTING: solitaire, puzzles, sorting objects, repetitive doodles, counting.
VERY slowly create systers/routines that automate your care needs and implement them very slowly. This can look like visual aids, timers, lists, bullet journols, weekly routines, Expect if to take time and trial and error to get into these habits. Pick I-2 habits or systems to implement at a time, starting with the ones you're most excifed about.
Autistic burnout and Complex PTSD have a lot in common and executive dysfunction often increases during burnout, so resources made for these can be very helpful.
Burnout Recovery
I hope this helps. Thank you for the inbox. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. â„ïž
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can you do kendall roy fluff + only one bed? âșïž
Forced Proximity.
i. Only One Bed
Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. oh my GOD i love this man. i am a kendall roy defender until i die. i am a kendall girly first and a human being second. (okay so admittedly I wrote this before watching episode 8... ken, me and you are gonna have words.)
Pairing - Kendall Roy x Assistant!Female Reader
Age Rating - 18+
Warnings - cursing
Word Count - 881
Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.
Another day, another business meeting.
You're in London, this time around. You and Kendall jumped on a flight at the drop of a hat, jetting across the world to appease yet another rich white man. It was part of your job description, after all. Wherever Ken goes, you go. Just him and his best assistant against the world.
You've been awake for what feels like an eternity when you finally arrive at your hotel. You'd made sure to book two conjoining rooms, as always - Kendall likes to have you close. Just in case, he says.
You practically run to the front desk, desperate to shower and jump into a fluffy white bed. The universe, apparently, has other plans.
"So that's room 414 all ready for you, ma'am."
Her English accent doesn't soften the blow of the shock as much as you expected it to.
"Wait... what? Sorry, I'm sleep deprived. I booked two conjoining rooms."
"It says here you only booked one."
"Please," you beg. "I definitely booked two. Do you at least have another room available? I'll just book it now."
She clicks away at the keyboard, acrylic nails hitting the plastic rhythmically.
"I'm really sorry. There's an event happening, it's this huge wedding and the bride is some sort of celebrity and literally every room is full."
"You're kidding."
"I wish I was, ma'am."
And that's how you found yourself apologising profusely to Kendall while dragging your luggage down a never ending hotel hallway.
"God, could this day get any worse? I'm so fucking sorry, Ken."
He stops walking and turns to face you directly.
"It's fine. Stop stressing, please. You're making me fuckin' nervous."
You sigh with relief, and join him in his laughter. You can survive one night, surely.
You swing open your door, to be met with the sight of the biggest hotel bed you've ever seen. Bed. One bed.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."
Kendall stays silent, slight smirk on his face. He always thinks you're at your cutest when you're mad.
"God, Ken, again, I'm so sorry. I think the universe hates us."
"You've only figured that out today?"
He chuckles, and the sound calms you down ever so slightly.
"Look, honey, we can sleep top to tail, or I'll sleep on the floor, or in the fucking bathtub. But we're both exhausted, and standing and staring at the bed isn't helping."
He's right. Fatigue is plaguing your bones, practically seeping out of your pores. You need to lie down.
"I'm not gonna make you sleep on the floor, Ken. That's the biggest bed I've ever seen. There's room for the both of us."
He can't argue with that.
You both get ready for bed, taking your respective turns. You never realised how intimate a nighttime routine can be. You feel like you're seeing a side of your boss that's reserved only for him.
You both slide into a side of the bed, making sure to put an adequate distance between you. You roll so your backs are facing each other, to save any awkwardness. Kendall turns off the light, and settles down.
"Goodnight, Ken."
"Goodnight, sweetheart."
You fall asleep the minute your head hits the pillow.
You're awoken by breathing. Not the steady, rhythmic breathing of someone asleep. No, the half panicked, willing-himself-to-sleep kind of breathing.
"Ken?" you whisper. "Are you awake? What's wrong?"
You turn to face him, and make out the shape of him lying on his back in the dark.
"Fuck, did I wake you? Sorry, honey. Just can't sleep."
"You're exhausted. Thought you'd be out like a light."
"Can I tell you something?" he questions quietly.
"Anything."
"I haven't been sleeping."
"For how long?"
"Months. Maybe like a year? I don't know. I go through phases."
"Have you talked to someone?"
"I, uh, tried to. But they wanted to give me pills. I didn't wanna take them, so."
You roll onto your back, mirroring his position. In the dark, you reach out and grab his hand that rests on the bed between you.
"Proud of you," you whisper. "Can't have been easy to say no."
He doesn't know what to say, so he simply laces his fingers with yours, and squeezes a little tighter.
"Do you think it's because you sleep alone?" you ask quietly after a while.
"Honestly? Maybe. I got used to having Rava for so long. Then Naomi. I always sleep better with someone else."
You inch closer to him, using your interlocked hands as leverage. You move so your arms are pressed against each other, your head resting on his shoulder.
"So do I," you whisper. "Don't know if it's the breathing, or the body heat, or just not being lonely. Whatever it is... you have me."
"Yeah?" he asks breathily.
"Yeah."
With that, he pulls you in to him, arms wrapping around you. You rest your head on his chest and exhale.
You settle into the comfort of the warmth of his chest. The smell of your shampoo slowly calms Kendall, his heart slowing and evening out. Within minutes, his breathing becomes steady and rhythmic, body fully relaxed. You join him in slumber almost instantly.
When you wake in the morning, Kendall tells you to only ever book one room from now on.
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ᄫᥠCAMPUS CRUSH GALORE! THE TEACHING FARM.
# CRUSH 002 â KEISUKE BAJI, 26. VET STUDENT.
Keisuke Baji gets to work in a teaching farm along with his classmate in order to pass his clinical rotations. 1.3k fluff/crack, ooc! baji, soft! baji, this is absolute poopy im sorry. gn! yn. ending is a bit rushed sorry.
Clinical rotations were a pain in KEISUKE BAJI's ass.
Yes, his life-long dream was to become a veterinarian, and even though it had seemed out of reach at first, he was now one step closer to fulfilling it. The road to veterinary included clinical rotations, which is what Keisuke dreaded the most.
Although rotations prepared him for emergency situations, nine times out of ten Keisuke had found himself utterly exhausted and sleep deprived, and thanks to the team-based approach rotations had, the hot-headed male found himself drowsily provoked by some of his classmates' stupidity.
Keisuke knew clinical care would come in handy, as his friends Chifuyu and Kazutora had already graduated veterinary school, with Chifuyu offering both him and Kazutora a job at his new pet shop, Peke-J Land.
Nonetheless, the raven-haired male was prone to picking fights as hunger, sleep, and a shit ton of information to memorize plagued his mind all at once. The deprivation of sleep and his constant nagging behavior had set him back, marking his rotations as failed.
Keisuke Baji was not surprised when he got called into the counselor's office. Again.
It was no secret to the university's academic faculty that Keisuke could be a... handful. When he sat down in front of the counselor, he was served a tremendous stack of white papers, with check boxes marked and signatures at the bottom.
Reports. Each and every one was about him.
"We understand how stressful clinical rotations can be, as well as the toll they can take on one's health, Baji, but your classmatesâeven the teaching faculty, they find themselves..."
"Find themselves what?"
"...they're walking on eggshells, Baji. Look, your behavior has made you fail clinical rotations, and our policy states that if a student was to fail, they would have to undergo remediation. So, for the meantime, you'll be assigned to a new, more calm rotation as remedial."
Which is why Keisuke Baji found himself standing in a barn, waiting to be assigned a partner.
A part of him understood that remedial was, to some degree, necessary. Yes, he had tried his best to be studious, yet his behavior ended up costing him his rotations approval. Keisuke was grateful that university had granted him more independence, as the news of his remediation classes would never reach his mother unless he himself were to speak to her about it. Though, the people he did have to tell, were his friends, as he had to explain why he would not be joining the pet shop during vacations.
When the news reached Peke-J Land, Keisuke's phone flooded with messages, ranging from jokes, to good luck wishes, even to bets, as Chifuyu and Kazutora were sure that this would be the first time in which their friend would finally be put in his place.
A few minutes after he arrived, Keisuke felt a tap on his shoulder, and as he turned around, he was met with the most gorgeous pair of eyes he had ever seen. Standing in front of him was an alluring figure, which had put every other person he had caught a glimpse of from his friends' magazines to absolute shame.
"Excuse me, are you Keisuke Baji?"
"Who's asking?"
"I'm Yn Ln, and we got partnered up for this week's rotation."
"Nice to meet ya."
Keisuke had found himself quieter than usual, speaking only what he deemed as mandatory. For someone who could be quite rowdy and filled with adrenaline, he was more zen than ever. Because he was determined to not fail rotations again, and set his dream of being a vet even further. Besides, he had a good night's sleep, as well as some good old peyoung yakisoba as breakfast. The fact that the person in front of him had caught his eye and their presence basically coerced him into being on his best behavior had nothing to do with that. Yup. Nothing. Nothing at all.
Into the barn stepped one of the farmers, along with a small calf. It looked as if it was only a few weeks old, with its fluffy, white fur being covered with caramel spots. It let out a soft moo as it followed suit behind the farmer.
"Her name is Daisy, and she's ready for feeding" the farmer explained, leaning down and petting the calf, "the feeding bottle is at the table in the back. You take good care of'er, will you?"
You nodded and offered the farmer a smile, and as he stepped out of the farm, the calf raced in an attempt to gallop outside of her barn. She was successful, until a small dip in the grass had caused her to trip and fall.
"Shit!"
"Baji! Run!"
You and him sped towards the calf, which was now crying in pain. Keisuke had reached her first, with him scooping the calf into his arms and carrying her back to the barn. Your cheeks flushed, as the image of your (very cute) classmate with Daisy was to be carved into your memory forever.
"It's so nice of you to carry Daisy, Baji! You want me to carry her with you? Calves can be a bit on the heavy side, you know..."
"I got it" he grinned, "I could carry two Daisy's if I wanted to."
No, he could not. That was a complete lie. Even though his hobby was muscle training, Keisuke was on the verge of accepting your offer, but the laugh that escaped your lips as you trotted towards the barn made it totally worth it. You approached the table, picking up the feeding bottle filled with milk and waiting for Keisuke.
He stepped into the barn, carefully laying Daisy on the ground. Keisuke kneeled next to her, snaking his arms around the calf's neck, seemingly embracing her.
"I'll hold her so she won't run away while you feed her."
You smiled, thanking him as you kneeled with the bottle in hand, driving it towards the calf's snout. Daisy happily suckled on the bottle, with you and Keisuke staring in awe. Unbeknownst to you, Keisuke's focus had shifted, with his eyes now admiring you.
"So, how come you're here at the farm?" he questioned.
"I was told to come help some students that had remedial!"
"Oh."
"How come you're here, Baji?"
"...remedial. But this time I'll pass, I swear!" he replied, ears red from embarrassment as he tried to defend himself. You giggled as he subconsciously hugged Daisy even tighter. "If you're with me, then you're sure to pass" you winked.
"Is that a promise?" he smirked.
"It's a threat" you smiled, "I've helped many of my classmates before, and nobody has failed. If you fail I will personally raise Daisy so she can push you to the ground."
The man in front of you let out a heartfelt laugh as he pulled away from Daisy and stood up, offering you a hand. You grabbed his hand and stood up, seeing as the calf had finished her milk. All of a sudden, a sound was heard.
Plop!
Keisuke had felt a sudden weight added to the top of his shoe, and a pungent smell had reached both his and your nose.
"She..."
"Baji, this is totally normal in veterinary, okay?"
"She... she..."
"She's just a few weeks old!"
"She shit on my shoe."
"Yes, Baji. It seems like poor Daisy couldn't wait until she reached the freestallsâ"
"Daisy took a fucking shit on my shoe."
You stifled a laugh as Keisuke let out an exhausted sigh, burying his face in his hands as his whole face was beet red.
"Look, if she pooped then that means she's ready for nap time. There's a convenience store nearby, I can buy us some ice pops while she naps if you want!"
"And be reminded of the damn log she just left on my shoe???"
"Oh."
"I'd be down for yakisoba, though."
"Great! Shall we, then?"
He nodded, "let's go, pretty."
#tokyo revengers x reader#baji x reader#keisuke baji x reader#keisuke x reader#tokrev x reader#tokyo revengers x you#baji x you#baji x y/n#tokrev x you#tokrev x y/n
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hello! may i please request a hurt to comfort oneshot of Victor meeting the reader for the first time? he's just out on the town post-job, getting a milkshake or smth and sees reader in a really nice, pretty outfit crying quietly alone on a bench. for whatever reason, he goes up to them and asks why they're crying and they explain that it's their first birthday party ever and all their friends cancelled/ghosted on them.
i'm in a similar situation where i'm about to have my first birthday party ever and i'm really nervous that something is gonna happen. every other time i've tried, something comes up and people either cancel on me or just ghost me complately :,)
Birthday Wishes
Victor Zsasz x Reader
Summary: Victor finds Reader alone on their birthday.
Warnings: Reader being called "pretty," mentions of bad friends
Word Count: 1,018
A/N: Happy, happy birthday <3 I wish you the best day and hope that things were different this time. P.S. I wrote this in a sleep deprived stupor, so I hope this all came out to your liking still :)
Victor literally never catches a break. And honestly, he liked it that way.
He's spent so much of his life "working" that he doesn't know what to do with himself when he's not assigned a hit. And this is clearly why he found himself walking the busy streets of Gotham with a half melted vanilla shake in his hand.
Isn't this what the normal people do when they're off work? Not that Victor has ever been normal, but he is currently trying to find any way to keep his mind off of the fact that he isn't working.
Honestly, not having someone to kill was more stressful than the opposite. If he's not killing, then what's his purpose?
He looked down at the sad shake in his hand and let out a sigh, feeling conflicted on what to do.
His mind raced with thoughts on tomorrow when he would finally be back to his calling, stalking along the roofs of the tallest buildings with the prettiest views.
He tossed his shake into a nearby trashcan and continued to walk, ignoring the odd glances from those he passed along the street.
Victor kept up his pace and barely noticed how the crowd was beginning to thin out.
The quieter environment was welcomed, but this moment of peace was quickly shaken to the sound of pitiful cries coming from around the corner.
He would have normally relished in this sound, but something about the sobs and sniffles triggered an unfamiliar feeling in Victor's chest: worry.
He poked his head around the corner and saw you curled up on a bench, your face shoved in your hands.
He was quick to notice your elaborate outfit, immediately wondering if this was some type of date gone wrong. But he was quick to shake that thought away. You were much too pretty to have been stood up. At least, that's what he thought. Hell knows he wouldn't have stood someone like you up, hitman or not.
He hesitated for a moment, debating whether talking to you would be a good idea. He wasn't exactly a warm and welcoming sort of person to most, and the last thing he wanted to do was worsen the state you were already in. But at the same time, who cared? He was likely never going to see you again anyways unless your gorgeous self showed up on tomorrow's hit list.
He approached you, his heavy footsteps enough to quiet your crying, your head carefully rising to see who was near.
And the moment his eyes saw yours, he knew he had been right; you were very pretty, and he could almost immediately feel his usual confidence waver ever so slightly at the confirmation.
"What seems to be the matter?" he asked softly, not wanting to startle you.
And to his surprise, you casually rolled your eyes, not even slightly uncomfortable by his looks or presence.
"It's stupid," your voice broke.
You grimaced at how hoarse you sounded, looking away from his gaze quickly.
"I wouldn't consider this stupid," he quickly responded.
He nodded his head to the empty space beside you. You scooted over a bit and allowed him to sit despite still being a stranger to you.
Victor just sat there and watched you for a bit. He was silently hoping you would eventually open up to what was going on. But of course, he wasn't one to pry. In fact, he wasn't one to even engage in a situation like this to begin with.
In a city like Gotham, you were obviously not the first person he came across crying by themselves. But you were certainly the first person to catch his attention.
Finally, with a shaky breath, you spoke up.
"My friends..." you scoffed at yourself. "I can't even call them that anymore. What kind of friends aren't there for your own birthday?" you sniffled.
The realization dawned on him as he took in your words. Well this was even more upsetting of a situation than he had originally planned.
"They canceled?" he asked.
You let out a dry laugh. "Some did. Others weren't even kind enough to send me a text saying they couldn't make it."
You shook your head as you stared into your lap.
"You know, I spent every year of my life not celebrating my birthday because I was scared of this exact thing happening. And of course, the one time I felt confident enough to do it, my nightmare became real. Is there something wrong with me?"
The moment the words left your mouth, your eyes widened, shifting up immediately to meet his gaze.
"I'm sorry. I shouldnât be spewing my trauma on a stranger."
You could already feel your eyes burning with tears again, the sensation making you angry. It was one thing to be pathetically crying on a random bench out in the open, but it was an entirely different thing to be doing this in front of some handsome man.
"Victor," his voice broke you from your thoughts.
You looked back up at him.
"What?"
You were surprised to see him smile softly at you.
"My name is Victor. So now we're not strangers, hmm?"
His smile was contagious as you found your body relaxing at his friendliness.
"(Y/N)," you finally responded after a moment.
"Well, happy birthday, (Y/N)."
Victor began to stand at this, a feeling of disappointment weighing in your chest.
You assumed he was leaving until he paused and looked down at you, his hand reaching out.
"Shall we?"
You tilted your head in confusion. "What-"
"It's your birthday. About time you finally got to celebrate it, hmm?"
A smile broke out on your face as you took his hand, following him away from that lonely bench.
This may not have been how you planned the day going originally, but there was no way you were going to argue with it. If you would have known some handsome man was going to show up and sweep you off your feet, you would have happily cut your "friends" off a lot sooner.
#victor zsasz fluff#gotham victor zsasz#victor zsasz x reader#victor zsasz#gotham fandom#gotham x reader#gotham#gotham city
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the hardest part's the awful things that i've seen
day 8 whumptober prompt: sleep deprivation | "leave the lights on"
mary would be fucking pissed if he ever saw him like this, huddled in some corner like some useless child, all the lights in the dorm turned on so that he could trick his brain into thinking it was day and he didnât need to sleep
he doesnât need to sleep
sleeping meant dreaming, dreaming meant nightmares, nightmares were watching his friends and family die in the hands of the butcher of baltimore and waking up covered in sweat, screaming and crying
or if he took the pills abby recommended, sleeping meant dreaming meant nightmares meant watching his family being murdered and not being able to wake up despite the horrors
so no
he doesnât need to sleep
âneilâ
right, the problem
âgo away betsyâ
she sits in a desk chair, probably his, since he hasnât seen robin or his other two roommates inâ days now
not that he blames them
âyou need to sleep, neilâ
âwhatâs the saying? sleep is for the weak?â
from the corner of his eye, he sees her smiling, but it lacks any real humor. interestingly enough there wasnât any pity there either.
âyeah, i know that makes it easier to not sleep, but sleep is meant to let your mind and body recuperate from the dayâs stress, both physical and mental, and itâs been proven that waste product produced by brain cells are eliminated only when one is sleeping, so if you donât sleep well or enough, no waste product is eliminated, and the brain canât work the way itâs supposed to.â
he has no reply to that, nor does he care about why his body might need sleep
sleeping brings nothing but trouble
it was okay, he could go days without sleeping, mary made sure of that
after a few days he can just crash and burn and be so utterly exhausted that he wonât actually dream
so he will sleep, eventuallyÂ
just not nowÂ
bee remains patient and so does he
he needs to stay active if he means to stay awake a few days more, he can go for a run, maybe he can sneak into the court, run a few drillsâ
âwonât you tell me why you donât want to sleep? you look exhaustedâ
he feels exhausted
but she wouldnât understand and he tells her so
âwhy donât you try me?â
he knows itâs a bait, and he doesnât quite fall for it
he might be tired, but heâs still aware enough not to fall for it
âcan you tell me then why youâve left the lights on?â
âit helps me stay awakeâ
âwhy do you need to stay awake, itâsââ she takes her phone from her pocket and checks the time, ââ 2:13 am, thereâs no reason to stay awake neilâ
he still refuses to reply, heâs got nothing to say to her
âdavid is worried about you, you know? about the effects this can have on your health, more than outside of the court before my words can get misinterpretedâ
âi know coach cares, you donât need to clarify yourselfâ
âthen you know itâs a reasonable concernâ
âi know itâs above his paygradeâ
she snorts lightly, before composing herself, âmaybe now, but when it starts to affect your game it will beâ
âit wonât affect my gameâ
âitâs bound toâ
âi know myself better than you doâ
âiâm sure of that, but thereâs only so much the human body can handleâ
âiâm more resilient than most, i have survived days without sleeping beforeâ
âwhen you were on the run?â
neil shuts up then. he slipped, but it will not happen again
betsy sighs, âmy apologies, i donât mean to push your boundariesâ
âreally?â he makes sure his tone is sarcastic enough for her to get it
âyes, i know my job requires me to push past your boundaries, but i know when something is a hard limit and when it isnâtâ
âgood for youâ
âwhy donât you collaborate with me neil?â
âyouâre a shrinkâ
betsy sighs, âif you wonât let me help you because of my profession, then there has to be someone who can help you or well, give you some supportâ
thatâs a low blow
of course she knows exactly who can help him
she knows he canât just go running for andrew everytime he breaks down
andrew deserves his own life, without worrying about his stupid fucking boyfriend with his stupid fucking issues
he pressed his forehead to his knees
âjust go away betsyâÂ
she sighs a sad little thing, before pushing back her chair and standing up from the sound of it
âyou know iâll be here when youâre ready to talkâ
âleave the lights on on your way outâ
she shuts the door quietly, but the click sounds like a bullet firing from a gun and he flinches
itâs okay, heâs fine, this is all fine
if he doesnât sleep he wonât get nightmares, he wonât see andrew dying
he doesnât need to sleep
fun fact! originally neil was going to break down and tell betsy what was going on, and she would help him, but whereâs the fun in that?
#aftg#neil josten#all for the game#aftg fic#aftg hc#aftg headcanon#betsy dobson#whumptober#whumptober 2024
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Hi hiiiiii! Firstly, lemme just say I absolutely ADORE your fics on wattpad and im SO thrilled you're also here on tumblr now??!?!? An absolute treat, this is <3
Anyways as for requestsâ can I request Larissa and/or Marilyn dealing with Y/N who's got a really bad sleeping schedule thanks to having the WORST case of insomnia? (fluff most appreciated, but IF you want somth more spicy to deal it, I wouldn't say no to it hehe đ :3c)
Thank you sm <3
Thank you for the request and so sorry it took literally MONTHS!!! But here it is now!! And thank you for your kind words, means so much to me <3 I really hope you enjoy this, I made a few changes to it. I donât have that much experience with insomnia, but with sleep deprivation so I wrote about that, I hope it is okay!
No Rest for the Wicked
Pairing: Larissa Weems x fem!reader
Warnings: sleep deprivation, health issues, fainting, worrying, fluff
Word count: 2.5k
Summary: Larissa tries to help you when she notices how little youâre sleepingâŠ
You sighed deeply as you raised your gaze from your laptop and looked out the window. A heavy fog had descended on the school grounds, reaching as far as the tired eye could see.Â
The fog was persistent, it was thick.Â
You felt like your thoughts were similarly clouded. You smiled at the irony.Â
Returning your gaze back to your work, you looked at the time, it was way past 4 am already. Larissa would wake up soon.Â
For the past few weeks it had been like this. You were staying up late, only getting a few hours of sleep a night. And sometimes, like tonight, no sleep at all.Â
You felt that you didnât have enough time. The work load you had felt like the weight of the world rested on your shoulders. You had stacks of ungraded papers, lesson plans to finalize, and a curriculum to update.Â
You were exhausted.Â
You tried your best to hide it, you didnât want Larissa to get worried. Because her concern wouldâve broken your heart.Â
Every day went like this: You âgot upâ at 6, prepared for your lessons of the day and started at 8, taught for 8 hours straight, got back to your shared quarters and spent the rest of the night with Larissa. And after she had fallen asleep, youâd finish your work and prepare for the next day.Â
You didnât have the heart to tell your wife how much workload youâd had recently and how overwhelming it was for you. You had had difficulties in the past finding time to spend together, and after months of you both trying to work it out, it was, indeed, working.Â
But lately, it had become too much. With the work, of course. You knew that Larissa would get concerned and start panicking and rushing things to make it better. You didnât want that. She had her own job to do, which definitely had a workload twice as big as yours was. You felt pathetic. Your wife does three times the work you do in a day and youâre still stressed? Yes, pathetic.Â
You finished your lesson plans for the day, just to save yourself some time later.Â
It was 5:13 am when you were done. You rubbed your temples to ease your already growing headache as you got up from the desk, swayed there for a bit before making your way to the bathroom.Â
You winced at your reflection in the mirror. Your dark and puffy undereyes were still there, if not even more bad and noticeable. This was the first time in your 25 years of living that you had had eye bags. You knew it was bad.Â
You hopped in the shower to keep yourself up and maybe gather some energy to get through the day. At first the cold water did wake you up a bit more. Then, when you turned it a little bit warmer, you realized how bad of an idea it was. The warm water relaxed all those tense muscles in your body and you closed your eyes to enjoy the feeling.Â
And your eyes stayed closed for a bit too long. If you werenât so tired, you would have laughed at yourself. The image of you half asleep, standing in your shower. What in the actual fuck, really?Â
But something made you jump and push your bodyâs cries for help and sleep to the back of your mind.Â
âDarling?â You heard Larissaâs hoarse morning voice call out to you from the door.Â
âMhm?â You hummed as you turned the water back to cold to not almost fall asleep again.Â
âNothing, just wondering how youâre up so early every morning this week, usually itâs a task itself to get you up,â She chuckled at her own words.Â
You smiled to yourself and turned the faucet off, stepping out of the shower so you could see her.Â
You noticed how she was checking you out, biting her lip as her eyes roamed across your body. You smirked at her as you took your towel and dried yourself, about to wrap it around your bare body.Â
She quickly snapped out of her trance and stepped forward, taking the towel in her hands and unwrapping it, causing it to drop on the floor.Â
âI donât think weâll be needing that.â She said in a low tone as she pulled you flush against her body by your waist, attacking your neck with her mouth.Â
You hummed in delight and closed your eyes in satisfaction at the sudden move, wrapping your hands around her neck.Â
You let out little gasps, you couldnât even let out a simple moan because of your sleep-deprived state.Â
And it felt so good, feeling your wifeâs lips on your neck, still keeping your eyes shut, leaning into her, maybe leaning too much, starting to drift off, losing your balanceâŠÂ
Your eyes snapped open when your heard Larissaâs sudden, loud gasp, as she had her arms tightly wrapped around your torso to keep you from falling to the hard floor.Â
âDarling, what on earth just happened here?!â She asked in shock as you stood up.Â
You took a moment to process what she just said, just because you couldnât think as fast as usual.Â
âWhat? Mâsorry, just got a little.. distracted there, I think..â You responded hazily, trying to focus your eyes to look into hers.Â
She ducked her head a bit, trying to get a closer look of you and inspecting your condition. âAre you alright? You had me worried there, are you sure you want to go to work today? You can take the day off, okay?âÂ
Your eyes widened in panic, âNo, no, Rissa I am absolutely fine, and I will not be taking the day off. You shouldnât be concerned, I am okay.â You said hurriedly and walked away, leaving your wife standing in the bathroom, extremely confused and concerned.Â
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âOkay, I think itâs time we all head for lunch, see you guys tomorrow!â You announced the class with a smile, packing your things and leaving for the dining hall. As you entered the hall, you seached for your wife with your eyes, as you always ate lunch together. She wasnât there.Â
You yelped loudly when you felt someone grab your shoulder from behind, causing some people nearby to look at your weirdly. You turned around, âGod, you scared me, Rissa,â You breathed out.Â
She just responded with a laugh, sliding her arm to the small of your back and guiding you to walk together to get the food.Â
As you sat down, you began eating in silence. You opened a can of energy drink, something that youâd been drinking a lot these days. You didnât usually even drink those that often, but you needed something to keep you up and awake.Â
Larissa sent you a scolding look, a frown tugging at her lips. âY/N, whatâs this?âÂ
You widened your eyes, you didnât want her to find out like this. Or any other way. âOh, thatâs just an energy drink. Thought it might give me a little boost.âÂ
She narrowed her eyes slightly, âA boost? Y/N, darling, this isnât healthy. Are you not sleeping enough?âÂ
You smiled, but it was forced. âRissa, Iâm fine. Itâs just been a busy week.âÂ
She sighed, looking at you with worry-filled eyes. âY/N, I can see something is going on, donât shut me out. Whatever it is, Iâm here to help you. Weâre a team, remember?âÂ
Your gaze softened, you were really lucky to have her. But you didnât want her to know. You didnât want her you worry about you, because when Larissa got worried, it was all she could think about. She couldnât work, rest, do anything. Sheâd have to get to the bottom of it.Â
You pursed your lips and took her hand in yours, âI know, and I appreciate that. But Iâve got this, Rissa. Trust me.âÂ
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It had been a few days since that, and your condition and fatigue were only growing worse. Your work load seemed to have doubled since that day. You were trying (and struggling) to stay awake with the constant consumption of caffeine.Â
The fog was growing thicker and thicker. You barely could see where you were walking.Â
Larissa had had enough. She had been watching your extremely concerning situation unfold in the past few days into something much more worrying. She couldnât bear seeing you suffer like this for a moment longer. This had to end now.Â
You were sitting in your classroom, head buried in your hands as you tried to take a deep breath so that the pounding headache you had recently gotten would go away. Youâd taken more aspirin than you probably should have, but it didnât do anything. You were feeling miserable, physically, and that way, emotionally, too.Â
Your eyes began to feel heavier and heavier, and you almost didnât hear the sharp knock on your classroom door. You flinched harshly at that, squeaking a quiet, âItâs open.âÂ
You heard the door opening and the familiar clacking of heels filled the room.Â
âDarling?âÂ
Her voice was soft, almost a little wary.Â
You raised your gaze to meet hers, âYes?âÂ
Her eyes were filled with concern, barely hidden. âIâm worried about you. I can see that somethingâs going on, and if youâd just please, please let me in, I could help you. Okay?âÂ
You pursed your lips. You knew this was coming. âLarissa there is absolutely no reason for you to worry. I am fine, okay?â Your voice was a mixture of frustration and exhaustion.Â
âNo, youâre not.â She snarled, her tone of voice contrasting the one she had just moments prior. âYouâve been running on fumes for days! Darling, this⊠this canât go on any longer.â Her voice broke as her eyes held a silent plea.Â
Your jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the floor. âI can handle it.â Your voice was barely above a whisper, and it was becoming harder and harder to keep convincing yourself that.Â
âY/N you almost collapsed earlier! This canât go on.â She stepped closer, reaching her hand out to touch your shoulder.Â
You shrugged off her touch, âIt was nothing. Just a moment of dizziness.âÂ
Larissa scoffed, her patience was wearing thin. âAnd what happens when itâs not just a moment? What happens when you canât get back up?âÂ
Something in that comment did it. Your eyes flashed with fury as your tone of voice turned into one laced with venom.  âYou just donât get it, Larissa! I can fucking handle myself!âÂ
Her brows furrowed and you couldâve sworn you almost saw her flinch a little. âLook, I am not trying to belittle you. I just want and need you to take care of yourself.âÂ
Your head tilted as your eyes held nothing but defiance in them. You felt your breathing pick up, uncontrollably, and how that pounding headache seemed to double, you started feeling a little lightheaded. But you chose to do what youâd been doing for god knows how long now. You ignored it.Â
âI donât, I donât need you constantly watching over me.â You said, out of breath.Â
Your wifeâs expression dropped as she realized your condition and what could be happening next. She approached you cautiously, attempting to try and calm you down. âY/N, darling, this is not about control. Itâs about caring for you.â She told calmly, cupping your face with her soft palm.Â
You shook your head, âYou suffocate me, Larissa! I canât breathe with you hovering over me all the time!âÂ
Larissaâs heart sank at that. She never meant for it to come to this. She only wanted the best for you, to protect you.Â
âY/N, please, IâŠâÂ
Your breathing laboured and before she could finish, your legs gave way and you collapsed on the cold, hard floor.Â
âY/N!â Larissaâs voice came out as a terrified cry as she rushed forward to try and catch you, but she was too late.Â
Tears welled up in her eyes as she knelt beside you, shaking you gently and trying to wake you up. âY/N, can you hear me?! Please, say something..âÂ
Your eyes fluttered open, but you couldnât focus on anything. Your breathing was still laboured and the words you tried to speak came out as a strained whisper.Â
âY/N, Iâm taking you to the infirmary.â She breathed out as she scooped you up in her arms and rushed out the classroom.Â
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Since then, you and Larissa made an agreement. Well, you didnât have much say in it, since Larissa demanded it.Â
Larissa began monitoring your schedule, making sure you were following the new schedule she had made for you. And there was no room for negotiaton, absolutely no exceptions.Â
Larissa also began cooking more, preparing the meals with care and love, making sure each one was balanced with important nutrients to get your energy levels for the better.Â
Bedtime was the most strictly monitored. As evening approached, Larissa would guide you through a calming routine. Sheâd prepare a warm bath with your favourite scents, sheâd slip in as well and wash your hair for you, massaging your head to calm you down. Then, sheâd dress you into comfortable pyjamas and lead you to bed, prepare you a nice cup of tea and dim the lights.Â
And sheâd lull you to sleep with soothing caresses and words of affirmation, telling you how much she loved you, again and again, kissing your whole body as she did so.Â
And it worked perfectly. You were feeling both, physically and mentally better. The dark circles under your eyes were slowly fading away, your energy starting to gain back. You also growed to appreciate your wife a thousand times more.
One evening, you were sitting in your shared bedroom, by your desk. Your laptop was open and you were determined to finish grading some papers for your students. Then, Larissa entered the room, the stern look on her face telling everything. âDarling, itâs time for dinner.âÂ
You sighed, closing the laptop as you didnât want to argue about it. And you were starving too.Â
You ate in silence with her, you occasionally stealing glances at her. The way she fussed about your portion sizes, making sure you got the right nutrients for your health - you heart warmed as it was all an expression of love.Â
Once you were finished, she led you to bed, undressing you and helping you with your pyjamas. I couldâve done that myself, you thought.Â
âNow, off to bed. You need your rest, dearest.âÂ
You smiled as she laid down next to you, caressing your hair and kissing you softly. And you kissed her back, again and again.  Soon, you fell into a peaceful slumber, under Larissaâs loving gaze. She laid a final kiss on your forehead, âI love you, my darling.â She whispered before drifting off as well.Â
And if you looked outside, youâd have noticed that the fog had finally cleared.Â
#larissa weems#wednesday#principal weems#larissa x reader#larissa weems x reader#gwendoline christie#larissa weems x female reader#larissa weems x y/n
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Bittersweet Symphony: Chapter 2.
"You're so beautiful like this," You looked over at the man sitting at his desk, a small smile across his face, illuminated by the small lamp. "Like what? Sleep deprived, haven't showered in 3 days, living off energy drinks and spite?" You joked, shifting a bit self consciously on the leather couch. Rafael gave a small chuckle, "Like you. Looking at you like this, I don't think you've ever looked so beautiful,"
âYou need to eat,â.
Carisiâs voice next to you brought you out of your self-induced misery. The cursor on the computer screen blinked a few times before you turned to face your partner. âI ate,â you argued, pulling out a packet of rice paper biscuits.
âYou know, when my sister was pregnant, there was this little bakery a few blocks from her apartment that made these scones with ginger and chamomile. Iâll see if they still make them and bring them over some time.â
You smiled weakly at his thoughtfulness, but your stomach turned at the thought of food. âThanks, Sonny, but Iâm fine. Really. Me and food aren't really getting along at the moment.â
Carisiâs eyes softened with concern. âYou need to eat,â he repeated gently. âItâs not just about you anymore.â
You sighed, knowing he was right. The stress from the ongoing case had been overwhelming, leaving you nauseous and exhausted. All you wanted was to go into the back room and sleep the rest of the day away. Just as you were about to respond, Carisi reached out and took the packet of rice paper biscuits from your hand, replacing them with a granola bar from his pocket.
âAt least try this,â he urged. âItâs got nuts and dried fruit. Better than those biscuits. More nutritious for you and the baby.â
You took the granola bar, unwrapping it slowly. The sweet, nutty apricot smell was surprisingly appetizing. You took a tentative bite, and to your relief, it went down easier than expected.
âBetter?â Carisi asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes.
âYeah,â you admitted. âThanks, Sonny.â
He smiled, the worry lines on his face easing. âYou know Iâm here for you, right? Whatever you need, just let me know. I'll bring some more of those over to you later on.â
âI know,â you said softly. âAnd I appreciate it. More than you know.â
He patted your shoulder gently. âGood. Now, letâs take a five-minute break. Weâve been at this for hours, and you need to relax.â
You nodded, grateful for the reprieve. The two of you walked to the break room, where Carisi made a pot of herbal tea. As you sat together, sipping the warm tea, you felt a sense of calm wash over you.
âYouâre a good friend, Sonny,â you said, breaking the comfortable silence.
He chuckled. âJust doing my job. Canât have my partner running on empty, especially now.â
The sincerity in his words touched you deeply. You knew he wasnât just talking about the job; he genuinely cared about your well-being, you knew that all he wanted was what was best for you and the small being inside you. The past few weeks he had been the one constant in your life, from the moment you told Liv and the look of shock on her face "Is it-?", to Amanda giving you tips and offering you her daughters old baby clothes "I know you've only just gone into your second trimester but its better to be over prepared then under prepared trust me,".
âThanks for looking out for me,â you said, feeling a surge of gratitude.
âAnytime,â Carisi replied with a warm smile. âWeâre in this together. I told you this. It's you, me, the fetus in there and even Barba if he ever gets his head out of his assâ There was a silence that fell between you, and you knew what was coming next, "Have you heard from him?" You paused mid chew,
the granola bar suddenly feeling like lead in your mouth. You took a slow sip of tea, trying to buy yourself a moment to compose your thoughts. âNo, I havenât,â you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
Carisiâs expression was a mix of concern and frustration. âItâs been weeks, hasnât it?â
âYeah,â you said, avoiding his gaze. The pain of Rafaelâs absence was a constant ache in your chest. âI thought heâd come around by now, but⊠nothing.â
Carisi sighed, leaning back in his chair. âI know heâs got his reasons, but this isnât fair to you. Or the baby. Have you asked Liv if she had heard from him?â You gave a small shrug, "Lets be real for a moment, if she had heard from him she would still leave it up to him to come to me. She wouldn't tell me,"
You nodded, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill over. âI just donât understand how he can be so distant. I thought we were in this together.â
âPeople react to things in different ways,â Carisi said gently. âBut that doesnât make it any easier for you.â
âI just wish heâd talk to me,â you murmured, feeling the familiar wave of sadness wash over you. âI donât even know if he wants to be involved anymore. I feel like my whole life is on pause waiting for him. Whether it be waiting for him to call me, or to come back or something. I feel like I'm just stuck in this space and I can't even move on from him until I get some type of closureâ
Carisi reached out, taking your hand in his. âListen, no matter what happens with Rafael, youâre not alone. Youâve got me, and youâve got the squad. Weâll get through this together.â
âThank you, Sonny,â you said, squeezing his hand. âI donât know what Iâd do without you.â
âYouâre stronger than you think,â he replied with a reassuring smile. âBut Iâm here for you, every step of the way.â
<:>
Later that evening, as you sat alone in your apartment, the silence was deafening. You picked up your phone, scrolling through old messages from Rafael, trying to make sense of his sudden withdrawal. Your heart ached with longing and confusion. Finally, you decided to call him, hoping to break the silence.
The phone rang a few times before going to voicemail. You took a deep breath and left a message, your voice trembling. âRafael, itâs me. I just⊠I need to know whatâs going on. Please, call me back. We need to talk.â
You hung up, feeling a mix of relief and dread. You had put yourself out there, and now all you could do was wait. As the minutes turned into hours, the weight of uncertainty settled heavily on your shoulders. <:>
The next morning, you arrived at the precinct feeling more exhausted than usual. Carisi noticed immediately, his brow furrowing with concern. âAny news?â he asked quietly.
You shook your head, trying to keep your emotions in check. âNo. Nothing.ïżœïżœïżœ
He sighed, pulling you into a comforting hug. âIâm sorry. But remember, weâre here for you. Whatever happens, youâre not alone.â
As the day wore on, you threw yourself into work, trying to keep your mind off the unanswered questions and unspoken words. But every time your phone buzzed, your heart skipped a beat, hoping it was Rafael.
It wasnât until late afternoon that you finally received a text. Your hands shook as you opened the message.
âCan we meet? - Rafaelâ
<:>
You couldnât stop the constant twisting and turning of your stomach. Despite how hungry you felt- the rumbling in your stomach reminding you that youâve barely eaten anything all day-you couldnât help the small gag that came over you when the coffee was brought to your table.
God you felt so angry.
The white hot anger that twisted and turned in your stomach with every breath you took. You wanted to yell, you wanted to scream, you wanted to shake him and ask him why you werenât good enough.
Why did he abandon you?
The silence between you and the man in front of you made your heart ache, conversation between you both used to flow so easily but now, now you couldnât find a single word to say to him. You knew there was so much you wanted to say, to tell him. There was so many questions you wanted to ask him. So many Whyâs you needed answers to, but nothing could come out of your dry lips.
âIs it mine?â.
The words left his mouth quietly, as if he was ashamed for asking. Your head shot up, meeting his brown eyes with your own, the question lingering in the air between you.
Is it mine?
Those words made you feel a hatred you hadnât ever felt towards Rafael Barba. Not when you first met, not when you would be left red-faced after a lashing from the former ADA, not ever.
âWhat do you mean is it mine? Of course itâs yours. There isnât anyone else Iâd-â you swallowed deeply, looking back into the brown liquid inside the cup before pushing it away from you, the smell making you want to regurgitate what little food Carisi managed to shove down your throat before you came.
âWhere were you?â You heard your voice break, you wished that you had gotten a glass of water in before starting this conversation. The tears started welling up in your eyes, âI needed you and you werenât there. Not just for this but for so much more. I woke up, and all you had left me was a note. No one had known where you had gone and I thought-â You swallowed deeply and began picking at your nails, an anxious trait you had inherited from your grandmother, âI donât even think it matters anymore. You made your choice,â You stopped picking your nails and looked up, seeing him look at you with an indescribable sadness across his face.
âOf course it matters. I hurt you and for that nothing I do can make up for it. After what happened I couldnât put you through that. Could you have really been with someone who was labelled a baby killer?â He gave a sarcastic scoff, âI love you. I could never have asked you to give up your career to come with me. To run away with me,â
âBut I would have,â You didnât hesitate to interject, âIf you would have asked me to resign and come live in the middle of nowhere with you then I would have,â Your voice rose slightly earning glares from the few patrons in the cafe, âBut you took that choice from me thinking you were doing some noble shit. And now Iâm pregnant, trying to make decisions that I canât make by myself. I was alone, I was heartbroken and you werenât there,â
âAnd Iâm sorry I wasnât. But Iâm here now, Iâm here to support you whatever you choose to do,â He went to reach across the table for you but you moved away. The thought of the man you once loved touching you made your skin crawl, you saw who he was and it made you feel sick.
His hand moved back to his cup, âAre you keeping it?â
You let out a small sigh and nodded, âYep. I donât-I donât think I could go through with it. I thought about it, especially since you made it pretty clear you want nothing to do with me, but this is what Iâm doing. I'm just over 14 weeks now, so either way this is where we're at. Whether it be with you as co-parents or without you,â
âI was hoping we could talk about that?â
You raised a single eyebrow, motioning for him to continue.
âThere wasnât a day that went by when I didnât think about you, or what you were doing. I never stopped loving you,â
âYeah you did. You stopped loving me the day you walked out. Iâm not doing this again. I let you in, it took us so long to get where we were. It took years for us to be together and you threw it away because of your ego and your assumptions. I wonât make the same mistake again,â You reached into your small black purse, ruffling around for some bills for the untouched decaf.
âDonât worry about it, Iâll pay,â Rafael stated simply.
You stood up, a bit unstable in your feet as vertigo hit; you paused for a moment before turning to face the man across from you, âThe difference between you and me is that when I said Iâd love you forever I meant it. You just donât seem to get it, what youâve done. You think that you can come back and walk into my life and nothing has changed. But Rafael everything has changed; everything has changed between us. Do you know what I think? I donât think you came back here for me, I think you came back for something else. Otherwise where were you weeks ago when I called you?â For the first time since you've known him, there was no words which had left his mouth. No sarcasm or sass, no sincerity or words that could make your heart stop in your chest. There was just silence from him. A silence which made your heart break and your decision final. "Did Liv call you here?" You asked with an air of finality, your voice trembling but resolute. You needed to know, even if it shattered the last remnants of hope you clung to.
Rafaelâs face contorted with a mix of guilt and sorrow. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. The silence between you stretched, thick and suffocating.
âThatâs what I thought,â you said softly, more to yourself than to him. The reality of the situation washed over you, leaving you feeling hollow.
âPlease, let me explain,â Rafael finally managed, his voice barely audible. âLiv did call me. She told me about your condition, how you were struggling. She thought I should know. But I came back because I needed to see you, to try and make things right.â
You shook your head, a bitter smile forming on your lips. âYou had every opportunity to come back on your own. But it took Liv calling you to get you here. That says it all, doesnât it?â
âI know I failed you,â he admitted, his voice breaking. âI thought I was doing the right thing, protecting you from my mess, but all I did was hurt you more. Iâm sorry.â
âSorry doesnât change what happened,â you replied, the anger and hurt bubbling up again. âSorry doesnât change the fact that you abandoned me when I needed you the most. I canât trust you, Rafael. Not anymore.â
He looked down at his hands, clasped tightly around his coffee cup. âI understand. I just⊠I want to be there for our child. I want to make things right, if youâll let me.â
You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. âI appreciate that you want to be involved now, but itâs too late for us. I canât go back to the way things were. But for the sake of our child, we can try to co-parent. We can try to make this work for them.â
Rafael nodded, tears glistening in his eyes. âIâll do whatever it takes. I promise.â
You stood up, feeling a strange sense of relief mixed with sadness. âWeâll see. But for now, I need some space. I need to figure out how to move forward from this.â
He rose as well, looking at you with a mixture of regret and hope. âI understand. Take all the time you need.â
You turned and walked away, leaving Rafael standing there in the cafĂ©. As you stepped outside, the cool air hit your face, and you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the past few weeks slowly lifting off your shoulders. It wasnât going to be easy, but you knew you had the strength to face whatever came next.
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.....like can I send in a cookie run kingdom prompt thing? If so here is one...and I'd like this to be a one-shot plz! Also your writing with your other stories are good so don't stress too much about this! I'm sure you'll be fine! And if ya want feel free to ignore it.
So I got this idea while reading some self aware au fics...where reader is taken from the human world and brought into the cookie world.
The reader, a selfless workaholic, was working like always but then gets taken into the world of cookies! They were surprised they ended up in the cookie run world and decide to try their best in this amazing new world they loved, ready to work hard for the cookies to keep em happy and so on....buuuut that's when they discover how much the cookies love em. They start doing everything for y/n so that way y/n could finally rest and relax. You can go crazy with whatever scenarios you want of y/n trying to do stuff for the cookies buuut cookies stop y/n so y/n stops working or of cookies spoiling the hell out of y/n. Like cookies do their best to make sure y/n is happy, safe and relaxed. Also throw in whatever cookies encounters and stuff you want!
Hope you have fun with it and feel free if you don't feel up to it!
I hope you enjoy the milkshake! Now I might not be the best at writing self aware stuff since this is my first time writing it
Just relax
-self aware AU-
-platonic-
Part 2, part 3
Another long day of work⊠you rested your head before feeling a vibration from your phone. It was a coworker⊠asking if you could take their shiftâŠ. AgainâŠ
Ugh⊠did they not see that you were tired? But you couldnât say no⊠you just couldnâtâŠ
You had some time before having to return to work so you scrolled through the App Store until you came across a cute game franchise called Cookie Run. You decided to buy three of the games, the one that caught your attention was Cookie Run: Kingdom.
It was so charming, the way you could interact with the cookies and decorate your own kingdom was so nice, and in over a month you had gotten all the cookies and decors, which sounds a little crazy but this game was kinda like your escape from your job.
But with this you had gotten very very fatigued. You couldnât remember when the last time you had a proper meal⊠or a full night of sleep⊠or when you saw your family last⊠or when you didnât have to work⊠or when your friends talked to you lastâŠ
You were practically on the verge of breaking down, the only thingâs keeping you from going insane was the silly cookie games on your phone.
Now⊠you mightâve been going crazy but you swear that the cookies were talking to⊠like directly. It could be sleep deprivation making you hear things but it was still very odd.
But you mightâve hit a breaking point. You finally passed out. You had just gotten a notice that you were getting evicted from your apartment and you didnât really have anything so all you did was clean up any trash that was left around, and by the time you were done it was midnight and your boss had the AUDACITY to ask you to do even more work⊠at that point you passed out. Either from exhaustion or stress it was probably both tbh
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But when you woke up you werenât in your apartment.. you were in a comfortable bed.. that had⊠candy like detailsâŠ? You tried to get up and out of the bed but someone quickly jumped up and had you lay back down.
âPlease sonât sit up too fast! Youâre exhausted. You shouldnât be moving too much, here let me get you some food, just wait hereâŠâ A gentle voice told youâŠ. It was also familiarâŠ
The person returned and set a tray right next to the bed, you saw that they looked familiarâŠ
âI hope your not in any pain⊠Iâm Strawberry Cookie by the wayâŠâ Strawberry Cookie spoke âPlease just try to relaxâŠâ
You tried to speak but your throat hurt a lot⊠like to an unnatural degree.. but you were quite hungry so you decided to take a bite out of one the the star jellies i front of you. Now when you took a bite⊠something clicked in your head.
You thought you were dreaming but this felt way to real⊠the bed.. the food.. everything was too real.
And the realized you felt sore.. not just your throat hurt, everything hurt. You went to rub your temples but your skin felt less oily and more⊠doughy..?
You wanted answers and Strawberry Cookie was aware of this, so she started to speak once more.
ââŠI know your probably really confused about whatâs happening and I am too⊠but itâs important for you to not get up and move around⊠your dough is still getting used to the temperature..â
Dough⊠what� What was happening�
âJust⊠please donât stress to much⊠try to relax⊠please..?â
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So you were a cookie now..
Interesting
Well itâs not as bad as you thought itâd be
I mean- you canât walk and talking is a little difficult but youâre treated like royalty
Like you try to get up and do something and Strawberry Cookie has to guilt trip ask you to lay back down
But Strawberry Cookie wasnât the only one who visited you
Gingerbrave, Wizard Cookie and Custard Cookie the lll visited you the most
Strawberry Cookie tryâs to make sure your feeling alright and gets you food
Gingerbrave tells you whatâs currently happening in EarthBread and, you kinda knew what was happening but hearing it more in detail was a little frightening
Wizard Cookie tries to understand how someone your age could have dough as soft as your- and by soft I mean dough like.
And Custard Cookie the lll just talks about how heâs going to be a great prince king and how fun some of the adventures heâs been on!
But out of all of them, the one thing they had in common was making sure you didnât get up to do anything
You physically cannot do anything without someone making a fuss over it
It was actually kinda niceâŠ
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My Best Friend, the Ghost
It was the best feeling in the world. Picture this: a simple spread of the legs in the summer heat, sweat dripping from your forehead. You feel a cool, slick touch slide down your inner thigh. It feels almost slimy, though it leaves no residue as it inches toward your taint and ever closer to your rear. You gasp as it circles the tight hole, as if an expert were rimming you with their cold, wet tongue. Then, quickly, a gentle thrust. You feel it enter you, slithering slowly, intentionally. It begins to fill you, that frosty ooze spreading all throughout your body. Your breath is laboured, as you begin to contort and expand as it is overtaken, washed and inundated with this foreign substance bubbling beneath your skin. It pushes up your throat, choking you, taking the last of your breath away before it presses at the top palate of your mouth. It would feel almost like drowning, though your sensations only fire endorphin after endorphin of euphoria. Pressure builds as it presses harder and harder, until... pop. The hard palate gives way as it rushes and balloons into your head. Thoughts and stresses fade away, and you're left in a state of total ecstasy as your body begins to move on its own.
Fuckin' amazing, am I right? Well, guess what? I get that incomprehensible experience whenever the hell I want. Perks of living in a haunted apartment! Confused? Let me explain.
I moved to New Orleans a year ago, give or take a couple of months. I graduated college, and after testing out a couple of places that didn't really pan out for me, I landed in the cement swamp in the height of the summer. I'd just left Salt Lake City, so coming from the tepid air of Utah to the brick wall humidity of Louisiana was a lot. Yet, I was determined to make the best of this one. I'd secured a low-level office gig at a non-profit, and rented out a cheap two bedroom just outside the French Quarter. The house was one of those old shotgun-style places. It wasn't well maintained, frankly incomprehensibly so to be up to purpose for a tenant, though I was still paying an arm and a leg.
The first few nights, I didn't sleep super well. It was hot, I was sleeping on a hard air mattress, and the tall ceilings and old wooden floors made every little creak and groan of the house sound like some demonic entity moaning in the darkness just out of sight. At the time, I was resolved to believe such a rational theory. After all, ghosts aren't real. That recent college graduate sensibility: anything can be rationalized. Looking back, I scoff at what I thought I knew compared to what I know now. But that skeptic within me was what I relied on. It got me through my courses, it got me my job, it is what guided me through the insanity of life. So, as more peculiar occurrences began to happen, that is precisely the lens with which I saw the world.
When things started to go missing: my trusty running shoes, a pair of underwear, my gold chain, my laptop, even my keys, it was just me being forgetful. I took my Adderall and just ordered new things. I hunkered down and just focused on my work. When I heard scratching in the walls at night, footsteps down my hallway, quiet breaths echoing in the shadows... I was just sleep deprived, I took my Xanax and zonked myself out. Those dark shadows that crept around the corners just on the edge of my peripherals? Eye floaters, nothing more. Though, after about two weeks of just a miserable living experience, I finally experienced something I couldn't rationalize.
It was after a soul sucking day at the office, having spent all day sifting through piles of meaningless paperwork to the grating click clack of my coworkers silently typing on their keyboards like mindless drones. I'd gone into overtime that day, and after five or six cups of coffee, I can't say I was even remotely physically tired that evening. My mind, of course, was entirely devoid of functionality. Walking through my front door, tossing my keys in the little dish by the door, I collapsed onto my couch and just scrolled through Netflix, looking for nothing in particular. That's when I saw it. I'd turned to grab my vape pen from the side table, and my glance had grazed past the mirror which hung above my mantle. Floating behind me, clear as day in the mirror, was a figure. It was larger than I, big broad shoulders and pecs, tapering down to a narrow waist, flanked on either side by two muscled arms. It's face was chiseled and sharp, brows furrowed, golden eyes narrowed and full lips twisted in a mischievous smirk. It had no legs; rather, its body was condensed into a long whippy tail. Most notably, I would argue, was the... well... rather sizeable phallus which stood erect above it's navel, with two grapefruit sized balls hanging beneath it.
I sat frozen, unable to look away from it sizing me up in the mirror's reflection. All the other things I could make sense of in my head were obliterated at the sight of what was merely inches behind me, and inches above the floor. I finally found the strength to merely exhale, letting a soft billowing cloud of breath out of my mouth. It was the middle of June, and perhaps 91 Fahrenheit outside. It was impossible. Everything about what my eyes were seeing was impossible. As it began to creep toward me, I fully expected to spin around and like every haunted house movie of all time, there would be nothing there. Though as I whipped my head to look behind, no such luck. I was face to face with it. It was grinning as we were nose to nose. Bringing it's cool, ghostly hand to my cheek, it caressed it with the back of its fingers and winked at me.
"Hey there." It's voice boomed like a timpani, yet it's timbre was gravelly and suave. I couldn't help myself. In a primal state of panic, I shrieked a terrified scream. It didn't last long. The spirit seized the opportunity I was entirely unaware I had given it- quickly shoving it's head into my open mouth. The force by which it had taken me was overwhelming, though I suppose with it's sheer size, in retrospect it makes perfect sense. I was flung down into the cushions of the couch, as it pushed itself into me. I grasped at my throat, which was bulging from the thing which was now flooding down my gaping maw. I could hear it laugh from within me as it squeezed itself in, it's massive upper body condensing in on itself and slowly pushing deep into my gut. My stomach ballooned out, stretching as if it were rubber while it's tail whipped aimlessly against my face before it slipped between my lips.
This was the first time I felt the sensation. The euphoria. The cascading waterfall of endorphins as my body was contorting and stretching as the ghost slipped me on like a suit. I could feel it thrusting it's hands into my arms which expanded and stretched to accommodate the spirit's size. I could feel my chest burst through my shirt, with two jiggling pecs now engorged with it's essence. I could feel my thighs and calves swell with thick muscle, and my feet lengthen and explode through my socks. It was as if someone had taken a water hose and filled me like a balloon, and as I felt it's head rising up my throat one last time and slither into my head, I can't say I wasn't in the throws of intense and indescribable bliss. My eyes opened, I was no longer in the driver's seat.
"Ahhh fuck." It's voice boomed out of my mouth as I found my body moving of it's own accord. No, rather moving of his accord. I stood up, feeling my jiggling muscles slowly firm up and tighten as I walked to the mirror. The thing which wore me as a suit was checking itself out! It had my skin, my face, but otherwise I was unrecognizable. I was indeed approaching 6' 4", my jawline was square and chiseled, my arms as large as my head, my feet probably a size 16, and my... appendage? Let's just say he was now an anaconda snaking down my thigh, his hood restored and flanked on either side by an impressive bulbous sac. "Shit, that feels nice." My voice was soft like velvet, but frayed with a coarseness which tickled the mind like sandpaper. It stretched my muscles and cracked my neck and knuckles before finally bothering to introduce itself. "Name's Antoine, nice to meet ya." My hand slinked down to my member giving it a playful tug. "Actually, tonight, your name is Antoine too, baby." He smiled with my pearly white teeth, and it would be an outright lie to deny I was not eager to see what this Antoine would be using me to do that night. We sauntered over to my bedroom, tossing shirts and pants out of my drawers before he found some shorts and a tank top that fit my new musculature whatsoever. I had but only one pair of sandals that he could force my massive feet into, but neither he nor I could care less. As walked to the front door, and stepped out into the humid New Orleans air, he took a deep breath with my borrowed lungs, sighing in satisfaction. "Aight, my man. Let's see what kind of trouble we can get in tonight."
Thus began our mutual understanding. Our partnership. Frankly, our friendship. That night was one filled with club hopping across town, hitting dancefloors right and left, drinking outrageous amounts of liquor, grinding on sexy men with our tongue down their throats... None of which I would have ever experienced on my own. It was an entire world I knew nothing about, nothing I could have ever imagined myself doing, but with Antoine it seemed like second nature. After a night of debauchery and a tryst in some leather daddy's hotel room, he returned near the crack of dawn, collapsing onto my bed in a sweaty, swampy heap. He closed my eyes and almost immediately afterward I reopened them. The sun had risen, and peering at my phone, it was then 9 AM.
For a moment, I sat there and stared at the ceiling. I waited for my body to move on his command, though when it didn't, I whipped my sheets off to see that I had returned mostly to my former stature. I did note that I had grown ever so slightly. Perhaps his presence within me had left some residual effects on my body, a pleasant fact of which I did not mind whatsoever. I sat up, stretching my arms above my head, a wet warm musk wafting from my sweaty pits and steamy feet from the night before. For the first time, I found myself rather enjoying the scent... Where it once used to make me grimace with disgust, it now made me nearly salivate at the slightest tickle on my nose. I peered to the corner of the room, where now even in broad daylight I could see Antoine's spectral self floating above the floorboards, his arms crossed and his bright smile greeting me in the morning light.
We stared at eachother for a mere moment, before I smiled back at him. It didn't take words for us to understand what was to soon come to pass. Frankly, from then on, it was an unspoken pact. An inseparable bond, bound by an awakened hedonism and carnal desire. Starting that morning, our boys night out became a regular occurrence. I'd get home from work, exhausted and tired from a thankless day of grinding in the soulless office, and we would come up with a plan for the evening. He'd take his time slipping into me, knowing full well just how much I enjoyed each breathtaking second of it. In fact, we took a Saturday to go shopping for "night clothes" which would actually fit us when he was inside me.
Antoine was a bit of a casanova, able to make any person he met swoon with a single glance. The parade of men strutting the walk of shame out of my home every morning did not go unnoticed by my neighbors, not that they particularly seemed to care. It was the spirit of New Orleans, live every day like it's your last. That sentiment was instilled in me, along with a new attitude. I began to care less and less about this dead end job which had only gotten more and more unbearable as our relationship grew. My boss began to notice this as well. He noticed that my productivity had slipped, that I'd begun to come into work with more and more tattoos (which were admittedly against company policy), that my musky scent was becoming stronger and more apparent, that I'd become more casual and laid back, that I was trying to force myself into work clothes that were increasingly more and more revealing as my body grew toned and large. This, to him at least, was unacceptable. I don't entirely recall what it was that finally set him off, though I think it may have had something to do with me having my feet up on my desk as I took calls and the delicious pheromones to which my coworkers had taken a liking to. Something to do with my cubicle mate Daniel lapping up the pungent sweat from my socks beneath my desk as I worked. Couldn't say. Either way, it was the last straw for me.
It wasn't much of a loss, as my frequent appearances at the clubs, or rather my appearance altogether, which the bar owners had taken notice of. I had a line of bartending and gogo boy offers to take up in it's stead. Though, it wouldn't be enough to cover the rent on my own. Thus, we hatched a plan. A solution to both our issues: my financial one, and a more permanent solution for Antoine.
It was an average night in the French Quarter, we were behind the bar, and there before us appeared our solution sitting on a stool near the drink well. He was a tourist, a particularly needy and rude one at that. No friends, failing every attempt to snag the attention of our regular hustlers with his more than lacklustre personality. He was perfect. It wasn't difficult to play into his inflated ego, all it took was playing into his cringeworthy advances and unwelcomed touches before he was licking our pits and nipples, ready to head to our place. A lack of a tip was the final nail in the coffin, we were ready. The 'three' of us stumbled back to our apartment, and it took merely five minutes of making out before the drunken asshole had passed out in our bed.
Walking back into the living room, Antoine regurgitated himself out of me. Feeling him exit was always a bittersweet experience, euphoric in sensation but longing in sentiment. He floated in front of me, winking as he compressed himself under the door of our bedroom, slipping in with a quiet pop. Wiping the sweat from my brow, and taking a deep whiff of my dank sneaker like degenerate scent pig I'd become, I popped open a bottle of our nicer tequila to celebrate. As the yellow liquor began to pour into the glass, I heard the delightful sounds of possession begin to loudly bellow out from behind the closed door. A shriek, followed by squeaks and rubbery creaks atop elated moaning and gasping. Taking the two glasses, I meandered over to the couch, kicking my wafting, wet feet up onto the coffee table and grabbing the bong to pack a nice bowl.
The sounds of inflation and gargling, stretching skin and growing muscle were like candy to my ears, as I wondered what Antoine would look like. The guy was less than ideal before, though as a host, the sky was the limit to how gorgeous he was going to be. I lit the bowl, taking a deep drag before blowing an adequate cloud. Antoine's moans got louder and louder, his voice all the more recognizable as it progressed. One more puff from the bong and the sound of that final pop soared through the air. The house was silent apart from the heavy panting quietly emanating from the bedroom.
I sat there for a solid moment. He always was the master of the tease, knowing full well that I awaited his reveal. I could hear his chuckling before I heard the click of the lock on the door. Slowly, I stood up and walked to the bedroom door, pressing my ear against the wood. Nothing. I grabbed ahold of the doorknob with bated breath, slowly turning it and pushing the door open. The lights were on in the bedroom, and there in front of the mirror taking a selfie with his host's phone was my Antoine.
He was better than I ever could have imagined. That lanky, sad excuse for a man was long gone and in his stead stood the dreamiest hunk I'd ever set my eyes on. Our bodies were nearly identical in stature, as over the past several months he'd completely stretched me out to his own measurements. Though, his delicious golden eyes on that gorgeous, masculine face sent me over the edge. He was stacked, he was tall, he was caramel, he was packing down there, and he wafted that buttery, salty musk that made me drool. All he needed to do was to turn to me and wink in his new body and I felt myself harden.
"What's up, baby boy?" He flexed his massive arms, seductively licking his sweaty bicep for me. Let's just say that tequila and that bowl were still there the next day. We were rather preoccupied throughout the dawn, the morning, the afternoon, the evening... Endless hours of carnal pleasures and sensual overload. Simply washing the bedsheets of our intertwined cum imbued into the very threads of the fabric took longer than expected. I imagine you get the picture, so needless to say, such days were and continue to be frequent.
I suppose that brings us to today. As I sit here and write out how we got to this very moment, waiting for an Uber to take us to our honeymoon, I'll go ahead and mention that my former boss just walked by us, feigning pleasantries as if we were old buddies. Asking if now that I had a partner, I was finally ready to knuckle down and come back to work in a 'real job.' I turned to Antoine, he turned to me, and as we found our hands sliding toward eachother's growing bulges, basking in eachother's beguiling musk while my frump of an old boss indignantly watched, I flipped him the bird.
He stomped off, I doubt I'll ever see him again. Why should I need to? I have my man, I have our future, we have all the delicious men of this raunchy city to enjoy... What else can a guy ask for?
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Grovel
Pairing: Walter Marshall x Hispanic/Latina! Reader
Summary: Walter begs Y/N for forgiveness after something that will test their relationship happens
Warnings: CHEATING, angst, spelling and grammar mistakes
A/N: based on April Jaiâs unreleased song âGrovelâ, I have no idea when it will be released but I can't wait for the song. This also doesn't follow Night Hunter/NOMIS canon, Walter is 40, Y/N is 32
Walter Marshall thought that after his divorce with Angie, he was not going to find someone else. He believed he came with a lot of baggage because he is a homicide detective, that was until he met Y/N, a nurse.
Y/N was the one that treated Walter's bullet wound when he was on the Simon case and when he sees her in a bar a month later, they hit it off and went on 5 dates before Walter decided to ask her to be his girlfriend.
5 years later, they are still together and Y/N has moved into Walter's house and they are so happy and in love.
Until tonight.
It all started 3 days ago, it was 4 in the afternoon and Y/N was getting out of the hospital. Her car was in the shop and Walter said that he would gladly drop her off and pick her up. 10 minutes later, Walter picked her up.
"Hello, darling, how was your shift today?" Walter asked, pulling out of the hospital parking lot.
"It was good, a little tiring, but nothing a cuban coffee can't fix. How was your day, Oso?" Y/N asked.
"Stressful as fuck." Walter muttered.
"You're still on that case?" Y/N asked.
"Yes. We have no leads, it is like this guy is always three steps ahead and its pissing me the fuck off." Walter huffed out. Y/N took his hand in hers and rubbed her thumb over his hand in an attept to soothe him.
"You'll get this guy, i'm sure of it." Y/N said.
When they got home, Y/N saw the folders, clue board, everything that Walter had in his office at the police department was in his living room.
"You're working from home?" Y/N asked.
"I figured it would be better to focus all my attention on this case so I brought some of the files home, i hope that's okay." Walter said, sitting down at the table to look over things he might have missed with this case.
âYeah itâs fine, Oso, thatâs your job. Just donât work too hard, okay? Sleep is not for the weak.â Y/N says.
âI know, love, I wonât turn into a zombie.â Walter said and they kissed.
Which brings us to tonight, Y/N took an Uber home because Walterâs phone was turned off. When Y/N entered the house, she found Walter drinking coffee in the living room, the same way she left him this morning and the day before.
âHow was your day, Walter?â Y/N asked. Walter ignored her, writing notes on the case. âWell, my day was good, I worked with some of the pediatric patients, el dĂa fue sĂșper leve.â
âY/N, Iâm trying to work here.â Walter said.
âI see that, but you havenât moved from this spot. Have you eaten? La estufa sigue igual de limpio, have you been living off coffee?â Y/N asked. Walter stayed silent. âOkay, fine, did you buy what I asked you to get?â
âYou said I havenât moved from this spot so clearly I havenât gotten what you asked for.â Walter snapped, looking up from the table.
âNo me hables asĂ, eh, ni siquiera mi papĂĄ le habla asĂ a mi mamĂĄ, Donât try me, Walter.â Y/N said as she walked to the kitchen.
âUgh, even Angie wasnât such a bitch.â Walter muttered and Y/N stopped to turn around.
âYou know what, youâre stressed, you havenât eaten, youâre probably sleep deprived, let me just cook and we can talk after you take a nap, okay.â Y/N said but Walter then slammed his hands on the table.
âI am not a child, Y/N, you donât have to smother me, and you are most certainly not my wife so stop acting like it.â Walter raised his voice and Y/N widened her eyes.
âI May not be your wife but I am your girlfriend, and I deserve to be respected, Walter.â Y/N said.
âI am not going to sit here and be nagged by you, Iâm going out.â Walter huffed.
âWhere do you think youâre going?â Y/N shouted.
âOut! Are you having trouble hearing me more than usual?â Walter asked as he left the house, closing the door behind him.
âUgh, me encabrona!â Y/N shouted. This was their first big fight. Y/N calmed down a little and she wanted to cry because she just drove her boyfriend out of his house.
Walter sat in his truck to calm down a little. âFUCK!â Walter shouted, hitting his steering wheel. He drove somewhere he thought he would stop visiting after Faye went away to college; Angieâs house.
Walter rang her doorbell and Angie opened the door in Jeans and a sweater.
âWalter? What are you doing here? Faye doesnât come back until spring break.â Angie said.
âI know, I came to talk to you.â Walter said.
âYou should have called, this isnât a good time.â Angie said.
âI think I messed things up with Y/N.â Walter said. Angie sighed and moved out of the way so Walter can come in. Angie walked to the couch and patted on the empty space next to her.
âTell me everything. Y/N seems very sweet, kinda young, but sheâs a good person, what the hell did you do?â Angie asked him
âIâve been too focused on this case that i forgot to pick her up from her job since they are working on her car, I yelled at her, basically called her a bitch, and disrespected her. She just wanted to to take care of me, to stop me from getting burnout, and I yelled at her and disrespected her. Saying that she should stop acting like sheâs my wife.â Walter said. His eyes were tearing up.
âWow, thatâs a lot to unpack.â Angie said.
âWhy did we get a divorce, Angie?â Walter asked.
Why are you asking me that?â Angie asked.
âWas it me? Was I the problem?â Walter asked. Angie looked at him, saw that Walter looked practically broken.
âListen, Walter, we got married in our early 20s. We were young, we werenât going to last anyway. You tried your hardest to make me happy, and i was happy with you for a while. You are a great father to Faye, you put your all in our relationship, but you are also a workaholic.â Angie said softly. âItâs not a bad thing, youâre a cop, someone has to get the bad guys, right? I couldnât handle that because Iâm not used to it. But Y/N is a nurse, right? A nurse and a cop, what could be better than that? She knows the heavy workload you have because she has the same.â
âSo what youâre saying it that I pushed away the one person who could possibly understand me.â Walter said.
âSorta. You shouldnât have yelled at her, she was just trying to get you to relax and eat, God knows how much I tried to get you to eat back when you were still on the SWAT Team.â Angie said.
âMy job is stressful, Angie, you know that.â Walter said.
âAnd so does she. Iâm sure youâll make it right.â Angie said. Then Walterâs stomach growled and bleh of them laughed.
âYeah, Y/N wasnât lying when she said I was living off coffee, do you have anything to eat?â Walter asked.
âI Can order us takeout. You want Chinese, Italian, or Latin food?â Angie asked, holding out the menus she keeps in a kitchen drawer.
âLatin food.â Walter said, already missing Y/Nâs cooking.
âYou got it, detective.â Angie said.
While Y/N was drinking wine, eating ice cream, and watching movies that make her cry (for me itâs how to train your dragon, Beethoven, elemental, Iâm a sensitive and emotion person, okay), Walter was getting nostalgic with Angie, eating and drinking.
"Remember that time you stayed up with me for a case when I just started working as a homicide detective?" Walter asked, eating a piece of chicken with his rice.
"Oh my god, yes, I was so tired, I think I crashed around 4am, I was exhausted at work." Angie said.
"I told you that you didn't have to stay up, but you were so stubborn and made us coffee after you put Faye to bed." Walter said.
"I had to support my husband." Angie said, taking a sip of wine.
More time went on, they finished the bottle of wine, and one thing led to another, Walter kissed Angie.
Y/N saw that the time was 10pm and Walter still hasn't come home yet. She got off the couch and unlocked her phone to call Walter, it went to voicemail after a few rings.
"Hey Oso, please come back home. We both have said some things, you mostly, but I really want to talk about this, I'm sorry if I nag you, that is not my intention, I just love you so much and I want you to take care of yourself, bye." Y/N left the voicemail and went to the bedroom she shared with Walter and Walter and Angie were too busy undressing each other on their way to her bedroom to notice his phone vibrating on the kitchen counter.
Walter lied awake in bed, with Angie by his side, Angie was asleep, both were naked.
"What have I done?" Walter wondered out loud in a whisper. He tried to sleep but every time he closed his eyes, he just sees what happened with Angie.
It was 8 in the morning and Y/N did not have to go in for work. She went downstairs and Walter still wasn't back home. Meanwhile Walter was putting his clothes back on.
"This never should have happened." Walter stated, zipping up his pants.
"You think I'm thrilled we slept together? I'm married! I'm just happy he has a business trip in Boston." Angie said, putting on her bathrobe.
"Where is my phone?" Walter asked, looking throgh her bedroom.
"It's probably downstairs on the kitchen counter. Have a safe trip home, make up with Y/N, I'll see you when Faye comes back." Angie said. Walter went downstairs and turned on his phone. He saw a voicemail from Y/N. He played the voicemail and his eyes strated tearing up.
"I am such a wanker." Walter muttered. He walked out of the house and got into his truck to go back home. He saw Y/Nâs car in the driveway. He spent a few mintues in his truck crying, thinking about how he should tell Y/N. Its worse if she finds out later so it is better to be truthful now. He got out of the car, walked into the house and saw Y/N making pancakes.
"Oso, you're back!" Y/N exclaimed, leaving the mixing bowl on the counter and walked over to him, pulling him into a hug. "Listen, I promise not to 'nag' you as much if you promise to take care of yourself. I am not trying to smother you, I just don't want you to burn yourself out, okay?" Y/N pulled away from the hug and saw that Walter's eyes were red. "Hey, whats wrong?" Y/N asked, she was about to wipe his tears when Walter took her hands in his and pushed them away.
"We need to talk." Walter said.
"Okay, can it wait?" Y/N asked.
"No, it can't." Walter said. Y/N looked at him, his face was serious. She nodded and took off her apron, followed Walter into the living room and sat on the couch. Walter had her hands in his. "Something happened when i left. But I'm letting you know now that it meant nothing and that I completely regret it."
"Walter, you're scaring me, what did you do?" Y/N asked, her voice breaking as her eyes became glassy.
"I drove to Angie's house. I need clarity, I just fought with you and I know i messed up really bad but I didn't know if it would have been the end. I asked Angie why we got divorced, I asked if it was the problem with our argument." Walter said, carefully looking at Y/N's reactions to his words. "She came to the conclusion that you and I are perfect for each other and that I should be more open to accepting your help, that I was pushing you away. We were reliving our good moments, we were eating drinking, and then we..." Walter was cut off by Y/N putting her hand up.
"You slept with your ex wife?" Y/N asked.
"Yes.â Walter admitted.
âYou slept with your ex-wife after she told you that you and I were practically perfect for each other?â Y/N asked again.
âYes.â Walter whispered. Y/N nodded and took her hands out of Walterâs, she walked to the kitchen and Walter trailed behind her. He observed how she picked up the mixing bowl and continued to mix the batter before turning on the stove and pouring the mix with a ladle onto the pan. âSay something, anything.â Walter said. Y/N remained silent until she finished making pancakes and the mixing bowl was empty.
âYou wanna know what I did when you left me on our home? I cried because I had no idea where you were going. I was drinking wine and purposely watching movies that I know will make me cry because you were gone for hours and did send me a text to let me know you were alright. We never had a fight like this, Walter, Never, in our 5 years of dating. And the first thing you do is go to your ex-wifeâs house? After you told me that Angie wasnât as much as a bitch as I was? Do you see how messed up that is?â Y/N asked Walter with tears in her eyes.
âIt didnât mean anything, Y/N, I swear.â Walter said.
âOh please Walter, you guys were married for what, 9 years? You loved each other, Walter. Maybe you still love each other, I donât know. What I do know is that feelings were involved, Walter. Itâs is different than sleeping with a random woman, which I would still be angry about by the way. You cheating on me with Angie is much worse than a random hookup.â Y/N explained, trying to hold on her tears.
âIt was a mistake, Y/N, we were drunk.â Walter said.
âOh, you were drunk, I guess that makes it better, then.â Y/N commented sarcastically. Me vale madre if you were drunk or not, we were still together.â Y/N said.
âI can make it better, please. Iâm sorry I hurt you, I shouldnât have left you, it was bad judgment on my part.â Walter said, he was going to wrap his arm around her when Y/N moved away.
âNow is not the time Walter.â Y/N said.
âWhat happened to Oso?â Walter asked.
âYou lost that nickname the minute you slept with Angie. The worst part about ALL OF THIS is that you needed her to tell you that we were perfect for each other. You needed confirmation from another person, you couldnât just take my word for it. You didnât want me to smother you? Well congratulations, Walter, I wonât be here to smother you anymore.â Y/N said, walking upstairs, Walter following suit. He saw her pull out a suitcase, she was packing.
âNo, please donât leave me, we have to talk about this, please.â Walter said. Y/N looked up to see Walterâs eyes, his once bright blue eyes were now dull.
âFine, you want to talk, letâs talk. How was your night with Angie?â Y/N asked.
âI donât understand.â Walter said.
âThen let me help you understand. While I was home watching movies, you were fĂŒcking Angie in her house, how was she in bed? Is that clear enough?â Y/N asked kinda aggressively.
âI canât answer that.â Walter stated.
âYouâre the one who wanted to talk.â Y/N reminded him.
âIt was different, you and I have always made love, Y/N. Angie was nothing compared to what we have.â Walter said. Y/N got closer to Walter.
âHad, Walter.â Y/N said, she finished packing her suitcase with her clothes, towels, and toiletries. She got the suitcase and started walking downstair, opening the front door, Walter trailed behind her. âYou finally did it, Walter, you pushed me away, I hope youâre happy.â Y/N gave Walter his key back.
âWhat can I do to fix this? Fix us?â Walter asked.
âI just need time. I canât sleep in the same bed with you or stay in the same house with you knowing that if we have another fight, youâd go to Angie, that you slept with Angie. The day I moved in, you promised me that youâd never hurt me and I believed you, guess we were both wrong.â Y/N said. She left and closed the door. Walter immediately broke down crying on the floor, he messed up big time.
Y/N entered her car and called one of her friends from the hospital.
âHey Y/N, whatâs up, howâs your weekend?â Her friend asked.
âHey Blair, um, I was wondering if I can stay at your house for a few days or a few weeks.â Y/N said.
âYeah, babe, stay with me as long as you need, okay? You sound like youâve been through it. Go over to my house, Iâll call Seth and let him know, okay. Love you, bye." Blair hung up and Y/N but Blair's address on her phone and drove to her house. She saw Blair's husband, Seth, outside the house with the door open, along with two kids playing in the front yard with a cavalier king charles spaniel. Y/N parked her car in the driveway and got out.
"Y/N, its so nice to meet you, you need any help with your bag?" Seth asked.
"No, its fine, I got it." Y/N said. "How old are they?" Y/N asked Seth, entering the house.
"7 and 4. The dog is 2. We don't have the guest room set up so you will have to sleep on the couch tonight, is that alright?" Seth asked.
"Of course, Iâm intruding. I will help with dinner and cleaning.â Y/N said.
âSounds like a deal.â Seth said
Walter has been throwing himself into work since she left 4 days ago. Whenever there was an interrogation and the suspect would get testy, Walter took out all his anger on them. However, Commissioner Harper has had enough of Walterâs anger issues.
âMarshall, you canât keep hulking out on the suspects/perps, weâll get nowhere. Go home, youâre not coming back until you fix whatever problem you have going on.â Harper said. Walter huffed and walked out.
When he made it home and saw the picture of him and Y/N together, he decided it was time to get her back. He got in his truck, bought her favorite flowers, and went to the hospital she worked at. He got out of the truck and entered the hospital lobby.
âHi, Iâm Walter Marshall, Iâm here to see Y/N L/N, sheâs a nurse.â Walter said.
âDo you know what floor sheâs working on?â The receptionist asked.
âCanât you check?â Walter asked.
âSheâs assigned to me 9th floor, hereâs your visitor pass.â The receptionist said and Walter thanked her. He saw that a lot of people were waiting for the elevator so he decided to take the stairs. Luckily for him, this was light work compared to his SWAT training. He stopped at the 9th floor and walked to the nurse station.
âHello, can IâŠoh itâs you.â
âNice to see you too, Blair. Do you know where Y/N is?â Walter asked, lowkey out of breath,
âWhy would I tell you? Sheâs devastated over his things ended.â Blair said.
âThatâs why Iâm here, to make things right. Where is she?â Walter asked again.
âSheâs getting a translator from the supply closet.â Blair answered, pointing towards the door and Walter thanked her. He opened the door and saw Y/N in her light blue scrubs, her hair (down, braided, in a ponytail, up to you!), he closed the door and Y/N turned around.
âWalter, what are you doing here?â Y/N asked. Walter saw that Y/N had dark circles under her eyes, Y/N noticed the same thing about Walter. His hair was messier than usual.
âI came to win you back.â Walter says, handing Y/N the flowers.
âFlowers? You think you can fix everything with flowers?â Y/N said.
âNo, but I think this might fix everything.â Walter said.
You better learn to grovel Get down on your knees Begging for forgiveness like "please, oh baby, please" I want all the tears streaming down your pretty face Telling me I'm someone that you can't replace I want you to grovel, grovel
Walter got down on his knees in front of Y/N, looking up at her like he was worshiping a goddess, on his mind he was.
âPlease forgive, Y/N, you mean the whole world to me, these last few days have been utter torture, my house doesnât feel like a home anymore, you brought light to my life, I am nothing without you.â Walter starts tearing up, voice breaking. âPlease, baby, please forgive me, I made a terrible mistake, I admit that, you are someone that I canât replace, no one, and I mean no one could replace you. You are so special to me, I am so lucky to have you, and I will worship the ground you walk on if you let me, please. I donât know what Iâll do without you in my life.â When Walter was finished with his little speech, both of them were crying.
âOf course I forgive you, Oso. Now get up, the floor is filthy.â Y/N said, helping Walter up. Walter laughed lightly, getting up, and pulling Y/N into a kiss. She pulled away. âSo I donât have to worry about Angie?â
âOf course not, my love, I am in love with you, I dreamt about you since you left, I missed you. I will worship you everyday until I die, no one compares to you, I swear.â Walter said, kissing her once more.
âThank you for the flowers. And thank you for coming all the way here to apologize, mustâve been hard with Blair being in the front today.â Y/N said, smelling the flowers.
âNo it was not. Quick question, not that Iâm ungrateful or anything, thank you for forgiving me, I donât know what I wouldâve done if you didnât, but why did you?â Walter asked. Y/N pretended to think.
âHave I ever told you that I love when a man grovels and begs?â Y/N playfully asked and Walter laughed wholeheartedly.
âGood to know for the future. Iâll see you at home.â Walter kissed her goodbye, both of them walking out of the supply closet.
âSee you at home.â Y/N said, still holding the flowers.
Walter walked back to his truck and got in. Smiling to himself, sheâs coming back home, back to me
The End
Hope yâall liked it, was it too long? Was it good? I donât know how to write couple fights, clearly. This took forever to write
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