#this was just a fast thing because my energy still down below hello

[hydrasquadd]

Hey I just want to go off about crazy fictive shenanigans for a minute

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I kinda want to journal my thoughts a little bit here

If you've been following me, you know we just got a new fictive (the first in years). Danny.

And first of all, can I say how different it is to split a fictive then it is to split a regular alter, damn dude. Guy took us all for a loop. We definitely forgot how to deal with it and react appropriately (it's more important than you'd think). And the saddest part is, I'm not even surprised we split again because of all the shit happening in America right now. And also can someone tell me why fictives are way more likely to become hosts. Why. (Actually I might know why) But still- HELLO??? Might just be my system and trauma symptoms like 'b8' (I don't know what the hell it's actually called it has a real name I swear)

That's all beside the point (mostly)

So I'm just gonna say, from the first time we saw DP fanarts I just knew, that guy's gonna become an alter. But the thing is I couldn't for the life of me find the actual show for forever. Until now, bought a whole month of paramount plus for this.

(The immediate way we can tell a new fictive has formed is if the b8 goes off. Essentially, every time a (fictive) character gets hurt (in source or fanarts or something), we literally feel it. It's a whole science thing about childhood trauma and how being in stress as a child made stress/pain later in life feel good. (We've named it b8, it's a very long story.) It's wack as fuck and made this system absolutely unhinged. (See HSS). So when that kid got slammed into a wall for the 6th time in a row and I felt it, we knew it was about to get good. The second way is when everything is unfamiliar and I have no idea where I am. But that's more depressing than I'd like so we'll just go with b8.)

So now, suddenly Danny. He's here (and may or may not be queer). And since our dumbasses didn't have a new fictive in years, we just went off on him (excited). And it went to shit fast.

During this time, we also started looking at fanfic. (Ok first of all, I sorta know the answer to this question but I also don't. What is the deal with batman. Why, when I'm looking for DP fanfics on AO3, I have to filter out BATMAN!??? Ok sorry rant over) So while the fanfics did NOT help the situation, it did something to the homesickness. So that was sorta a positive. But what came out of it, is the most chaotic shit I've ever seen.

So APPARENTLY, when a kid is suddenly dropped into a whole new body and world, it's kinda stressful. And a bunch of chaotic guys are suddenly surrounding you and (for lack of a better term,) harassing you, that doesn't help. So poor kid went into a state of shock. It was homesickness, it was where the fuck am I, it was what is going on, it was everything. At once. It also didn't help that he was still kinda forming. It got to the point where if any of us even said his name, it would be a wave of negative emotion. (See post about entire system breaking down)

Remember when I said Danny was still forming at this point, well, he took after a fic.

Chained (you should read it if you're into DP)

Short version: it's very angsty, and Danny sorta turns evil at the end.

So guess fucking what.

He sucked that evil right up

And now, we have two. Two Dannys. But they're in the same body (Headspace). It's the closest we've gotten to a subsystem. And the best part, after going on an evil rampage through Nogard (headspace world), that's what got him out of his shell. So now it's Danny AND Phantom.

The origins of this fucking gem

All of that negative emotion from before just- boom. Gone. And honestly.

I think that's just the utter insanity that this system is known for.

So now he's a host. He fronts a lot now, which is good. (I think) Which is also funny because his energy is very similar to the other hosts.

But also it's nice because he's bonding with our mom a lot. I think it's sweet. And it's good because said mom is NOT used to us talking to them that much.

So to wrap this up, we're doing good now. Somehow we've got ourselves a cringe little good/evil child running around. I don't think I could have ever predicted that, but honestly, I wouldn't wish for anything different.

(One last thing! He wants me to say thanks again to Kasa for helping in the 'what the fuck is happening' phase. It was so... /Pos)

Go follow Danny

@lonelycouncilphantom

[peachykeenmomster]

2.4.23

my sons first birthday and a quick school and work update.

Hello and happy Saturday! I hope everyone is having a productive and meaningful weekend thus far. I did not intend to go two weeks between posts. It’s a good thing I decided not to hold myself to a schedule when I started posting over here, because I knew I wouldn’t be able to stick to it. Anyways, I feel like there has been much that has taken place since my introductory post.

First, my son turned one. I truly cannot believe that he is already a year old. I know everyone says time is a thief and not to blink, but until you have your own children and see for yourself, you won’t understand just how fast the newborn phase passes. Now that my little boy is entering toddlerhood, my goal for parenthood in this season as I help him learn and explore the world around him and gain just the tiniest amount of independence, is to not get overly wrapped up in my frustrations and not to wish the days away. Surely if the newborn stage passed so quickly, the stages that follow are sure to do the same. I want to be present in the moment and appreciative of where we are at. That is not to say that I won’t allow myself to be frustrated or to have days where I’m counting down until nap time or bedtime. I think it’s important to allow yourself the grace to feel those negative emotions. But, on those days, I hope I will also take a step back to breathe and remember just how quickly time has proven to pass.

On my sons birthday this year, a new family tradition was born. If you aren’t familiar with Build-A-Bear Workshop’s birthday bear, it is a bear that is available during your child’s birthday month and you can get it at the price of the age your child is turning. So we got our boy a bear for $1 this year! Then we had lunch at The Cheesecake Factory, where he had some delicious pasta and cheesecake! Check out the pictures below!

We had an actual party planned for him with all our family and friends a few days after his actual birthday, that we unfortunately had to cancel last minute the day of due to a run in with strep that affected both me and my boy. We have since recovered and have rescheduled the party for next weekend! Hopefully all will go according to (backup) plan. A lot of time and energy has gone into putting this birthday party together, so I have high expectations for it. I can’t wait to share some fun memories made there in the next post.

Before I put an end to this blog post, I feel it necessary to give a quick update as far as work and school goes. Due to being sick, I had to call into work two days for myself while I had strep and one day to keep my son home from daycare when he came down with it. During that time, I also did not get a lot of studying, or homework done. My lab kit came in the mail though and now I have a rat, a cows eye and a pigs brain along with all my lab essentials- goggles, sterile gloves and dissection tool stored away in my closet. I’m nervous as to completing the dissection labs from home. I’ve never taken an online class up until this point, so to be in one with an accompanying lab class that I’m also tackling from home is a major step outside of my comfort zone. However, I had my first lecture exam this morning. It was 80 question and I had 95 minutes to complete it. I scored a 92.5% on it. After getting 75% on the first two quizzes, I definitely seized the opportunity to redeem myself and I’m still pulling an A in this class! In a couple of months I will be adding a CNA class to my already extremely busy schedule. I will keep you guys updated on that as well as everything else.

Until next time. ✌🏻

[misschifuyu]

Hello! Could i request a HCS for izana and the Haitani brothers discovering their s/o is good at fighting, because their s/o save them from a fight? I hope you have a great day, sorry if the request doesn't make sense, my English isn't exactly the best <3

- babes your english is absolutely perfect, and thank you so much for requesting !! i do hope you like it ! ♡

Izana, Ran and Rindou discovering that their s/o is good at fighting

genre: not sure..it isn't really fluff, just simple gang fight things

warnings: violence

Izana

whenever izana got involved in any type of fight, it was usually quite a rough situation. he would only ever get involved with another gang's member if it was truly necessary

the sight was brutal, punches being thrown between the two men as they attempted to knock the other out. other tenjiku members had gathered around the scene, but nobody dared to get involved in the fight of the president

besides, they knew he would only curse them out if they did

you had heard about the fight from a running koko who had passed by you whilst you were walking near the area, heading in the direction of the gang's main gathering point

it didn't take the two of you very long to arrive and, upon seeing the fight that was taking place and who was involved in it, you pushed your way through the crowd of spectators. a challenge, seeing as most of the tenjiku members were quite bulky and didn't even recognise the presence of the prident's partner

the other guy had already taken a fair amount of hits, but it appeared that izana had also received his portion of punches to his body

you didn't doubt his strength, so you remained at the sidelines as the two ran up to each other once more, shouts filling the air as the gang members tried to distract the rival

unfortunately, one of those shouts had been considerably louder than the rest, causing the leader to whip his head around in case it was another member joining in on the brawl

this left a predominantly open window for his opponent, something that rarely ever happened to izana. before he was able to react, a swift leg came into contact with his head, knocking onto the ground instantly

it had most definitely caused a fair amount of damage to him, and when your horrified eyes landed on his almost unconscious body, you weren't able to hold back your running steps towards the bastard who had thrown your boyfriend to the ground

you were stealthy enough to catch him off guard, giving you enough time to bring your arm around and delivering a harsh hit on the guy's throat

both from the force and being stunned at the sudden attack, the taller man lost his balance, eyes rolling up as he hit the ground. you hadn't realised you had hit him that hard, truthfully; but you were glad you had gotten rid of him

as you turned back round towards the injured president, you met his widened eyes as he stared up at you, promptly switching over to look at the fallen man before him

"y/n, I..."

"are you alright?"

you quickly crouched down to check his body for any serious hits, not realising how surprised you had left your boyfriend after that unexpected attack from your behalf

he was more than just impressed. proud was the word he looked for, and he was sure to ask you all about your skills once you got him back home

Ran

ran getting into a fight with another man was a sight that stuck in everyone's mind if they ever witnessed it

be it with his brother or not, he never showed even the smallest ounce of mercy towards his attacker. if they wanted to fight, he was going to make them regret they ever considered doing so

with the aid of his peculiar, metal rod - which nobody actually knew where he got it from in the first place - he never left a brawl on the losing side

he was a haitani brother, after all. he feared nothing and no one, to put it simply

despite all of this, you always grew nervous whenever he went up against someone. sure, he had a strength that topped any other gang members' in the area, but there always stood a chance of a weak moment, a momentary distraction

and it was all you could think about as you watched the scene unfold in front of you. stood beside his younger brother, your eyes followed the rapid movements that were exchanged between the two s62 generation members. it was rare that ran ever encountered someone his age nowadays, so he was giving it his all for the special occasion

unfortunately, you had noticed that his rival was quite skilled in his fighting techniques, and every now and then you had to hold your breath as they threw a punch a little too close to comfort to your boyfriend. it terrified you, to say the least

rindou kept assuring you that you had nothing to worry about, but as you watched ran slowly lose energy to keep up the fast pace, your concerns only grew in size

the last straw was taken when the other man grabbed hold of the metal rod just before it came in contact with his head. surprised at the uncommon act, ran remained still for a split second as the weapon was ripped out of his hands.

unable to take up an offensive stance quick enough to attack, he was greeted with a harsh blow to his gut, causing him to bend over in pain before receiving another hit, this time to his legs

watching him struggling to get back up onto his feet, your heart was practically at your throat. was he able to get back up in time?

upon noticing the opponent's leg lifting up, with the intentions of smashing the haitani brother's head against the ground, you ran towards him as fast as your stamina would allow you

adrenaline kicking in, you reached him just in time to throw a swift punch to his ribcage, halting his next attack as the sound of cracking bones were heard throughout the area

an agonising scream left his mouth as he spotted you just below him. despite his towering height, you had managed to give him a brutal blow; however, you weren't sure what your next move was going to be

luckily, you were pushed out of the way, towards ran, before a leg came in contact with the guy's head. rindou had gotten involved just in time, and soon enough, other members started piling up on the stranger

hand grabbing onto his abdomen, ran was looked up at you from the ground, utterly stunned at your actions. your worrisome nature soon came back as you got down and tended to him, asking him if anything felt serious

the guy was on a whole other realm, still not believing what you had just done, so you would have to talk to him a little more before he actually spoke, praising you immensely for your skills

Rindou

it was rare for rindou to actually take part in fights. he and his brother had taken over roppongi, so there was really nothing else to do unless some punk decided he wanted to challenge them. though, usually, they'd just get knocked out by ran's metal rod in the first two minutes upon arrival

if circumstances ever lined up to get rindou involved in a serious fight, without the company of his brother, he had a tendency of going all out, knowing that the brawl wouldn't last very long

all of his energy would go into going up against his opponent, determined to show everyone how he was more than capable to take someone down without the aid of anyone else

you had always sensed that he did it for self-approval, honestly. being the younger haitani brother, he had always been looked past, so when he got the chance to fight alone, it would be a vicious one

a member of a neighbouring gang had come up with the bright idea to compare the fighting skills of the brothers, with complete faith that he was going to beat both of them up, individually

it was really just the perfect scenario for rindou, and you could tell he was giving it his all as he tackled the stranger down several times

although it seemed he had the upper hand in the situation, you were starting to worry over his energy. 10 minutes had gone by since the beginning of the fight now, and you could tell both his and his rival's stamina was starting to give way

it was only natural, seeing how the two were going at it with full force.

as they continued to fight, you spotted ran on the other side of the gathering of members, watching intently as his brother took down the guy. it was clear by his expression that you weren't the only one who had noticed the toppling descent of rindou's strength

it all came to a turning point when, as he held down his opponent to the ground, the other was able to throw a kick at such an angle that your boyfriend lost some of his grip

this allowed the guy to release himself from the hold, quickly spinning round to send a flying punch to rindou's face that he received by mere millimetres. it was rare for him to not act immediately, but with the loss of strength, you figured he was struggling to even do that

the beating against your chest was now racing, watching as your boyfriend was repeatedly being punched in the face. why wasn't he moving? had he given up?

the loud shouts from other gang members around them increased as it posed to be a loss for the haitani brother, and you didn't know what to do

biting the inside of your cheek, you decided that, seeing as nobody was bothering to make a move, you would take into into your own hands

with a speed you hadn't even expected from yourself, you sprinted over to the man above rindou, quickly hooking your arm around his neck to halt his repeated punches

with the strong grip you had on him, you were able to keep him still until you smashed the bottom of your palm up his jaw, promptly knocking him out into your arms

discarding the heavy body to the floor without a care, you lingered over the bloodied face that belonged to your partner. you took his face into your hands, cradling it as you uttered out worried questions about his state.

although he didn't tell you in that moment, he had seen what you had done and was thoroughly impressed by the swiftness of your skills. once he woke up a few hours later, you were bombarded with words of appreciation, but also suggestions for you to show him some of your hidden ways

[silverflame2724]

Accidental Martial God WWX

That was exacty what I meant actually but I do have a few more povs if you want.

LQRs reaction to a demonic cultivator ascending, JGS and JGY reaction to the Yin Tiger Tally moving completely out of reach, WQ pondering the true requirements for ascension given WWX doesn't have a golden core yet ascended, WWX musing on Godhood and on his new followers both the good and the more disturbing worshipers.

Maybe LWJ protects the Wen Remnants because WWX asked him to in a dream and after he succeeds (13 years later) he ascends and is finally reunited with WWX.

Lan Qiren did not know what to think. Wei Wuxian, his most troublesome student, a demonic cultivator, had ascended. He’d ascended. How was that even possible? Were the Heavens blind? Why would they allow someone like Wei Wuxian to ascend?

From what Lan Qiren had thought, only those who are righteous and followed the correct path in life like the Lan clan’s founder, Lan An, would be worthy of ascending.

Either the qualifications for ascension were lower than he thought or Lan Qiren had been horribly mistaken about Wei Wuxian’s personality and motivations for using demonic cultivation. That last thought made Lan Qiren feel very uncomfortable.

He’d always been harsh on the boy and disregarded him, even - he ashamedly admitted - punishing him harsher and more frequently than others.

He’d thought he was in the right because of how Wei Wuxian was but…..

But if he was wrong then Lan Qiren owed him an apology.

………………….

Jin Guangshan wanted to scream out in frustration seeing Wei Wuxian ascend. That brat had the Stygian Tiger Seal on him - according to his spies - and now that he ascended, the Seal went with him.

He had had so many plans on bribing Wei Wuxian to his side or killing him when he refused - as well as stealing the Seal - and then taking over the cultivation world, lording over it as he was always meant to be.

Now those plans are ruined. He sighed. Hopefully that bastard son of his can finally prove his usefulness and give him countermeasures or he might retract his favor from him.

……………………

Jin Guangyao’s first thought upon seeing Wei Wuxian ascend was: Oh shit. I have to go make up new plans to help Father.

He knew his father wanted Wei Wuxian and the Seal and didn’t really care how he obtained both or either, just as long as no one traced it back to him. He sighed. This was going to be a big headache. But at least the plans on putting his father as Chief Cultivator were going smoothly. He could only imagine what his father would do to him if even this failed.

..............................

Wen Qing had still been in Yiling, making plans to relocate her family, when the news that Wei Wuxian had ascended had reached her.

Her first reaction was, That’s impossible.

Because it was, right? Wen Qing should know. She cut out his core, after all. But to think he was still able to ascend while he was a demonic cultivator made her wonder what the requirements were for ascending. Perhaps it’s an honest heart? Self-sacrificing tendencies? Or is it a sacrifice of some sorts? She paused. What if.....it was a trial? To test a person’s will? What Wei Wuxian had suffered was.....horrible. Could it have all been just a test from the Heavens?

If that was so, the Heavens really are cru--- 

“A’ Jie, we have to go! Some Jin were spotted nearby!”

Wen Qing gritted her teeth. Members of the branch families of Qishan, regardless of whether they were innocent or not, were captured and subsequently tortured to death by the Jin and sometimes the Nie. Because her family was all in Yiling, they were safe.......but only for now. They had to hurry and escape.

Wen Qing sent a quick prayer to Wei Wuxian, hoping for her family’s safety, and tucked the rest of her belongings in her qiankun pouch, remembering to wrap her arms in bandages to hide the needles she might need to paralyze any Jin that came close.

....................................

Wei Wuxian’s first thought when he landed in the Heavens was, What the fuck.

Then he looked around and looked taken aback and wary at the unfamiliar faces around him. Where the fuck am I?

“Hello.” A rather stoic-faced man greeted.

“Hello.” Wei Wuxian parroted back. The person in front of him didn’t seem to be a threat so he felt a little tension loosen from his shoulders. “Um, Xiansheng? I’m afraid I don’t know where I am?”

“You have just ascended.” The man replied, throwing Wei Wuxian aback.

“Are you pulling my leg?” Wei Wuxian asked. “How is that even possible! I don’t even have---” He swallowed. I don’t even have a core.

“I do not lie. Come, we are wasting time. We must get you washed up and dressed for the induction ceremony.” Seeing Wei Wuxian still frozen, the man sighed, signalled for some people to pick Wei Wuxian up and dragged the struggling man to some quarters.

After absentmindedly washing, drying and changing himself, Wei Wuxian noticed some differences in his body. He wasn’t....cold or hurting anymore. And - he touched his back - he could feel his back! After having his muscles and nerves shredded by Zidian, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to sense touch on his back or even move without pain! But now he can!

He heard the urging of some people and grumbled.

“You will become a god of demonic cultivation.” Was the first thing he heard when he stepped out of the room.

Wei Wuxian choked. “Excuse me?!”

“I said what I said. Now then, if you would please concentrate, you should be able to hear the prayers of the people below.”

Wei Wuxian felt like everything was moving a little too fast for him, but nevertheless complied. Immediately after, a flood of prayers hit him at full force.

“Wei Wuxian!” That was Jiang Cheng! “….Have some fun up there.”

“A’ Xian, do be well. Shijie isn’t there to take care of you so do be well.” Wei Wuxian refused to cry.

“Wei-Xiong! I hope there’s someone up there to supply you with you know what *winks*”

How does someone even wink in their prayers? Wei Wuxian thought amusedly.

“Wei Ying.” That was Lan Zhan. “Wei Ying, I will—be well.”

Ah, Lan Zhan. Always concise even in your thoughts.

Wei Wuxian was a little teary. As much as he was glad to not be a part of the cultivation world considering all the rumors, he did regret leaving behind those that cared for him.

That thought was much more cemented upon hearing…….

“Ah, Lord Wei, the pinnacle of evil, the role model of all demonic cultivators!” Wei Wuxian’s eye twitched. “Please hear my plea for more power! I need it, I need it to destroy everyone who harmed me!”

“Wei Wuxian, I wish to gain power over resentful energy so that I may tear my enemies limb by limb!

“Give me money! You’re a god, aren’t you? Be useful for once and give me some gold!”

“Tch. If I’m going to pray for anything, then it’ll have to be the Seal. You’re a god, now, right? So you have no need for the Seal. Just give it up.”

No matter the good or bad, Wei Wuxian heard the wishes and prayers of the people down below and while some were innocent enough, there were those that wished for death, destruction, tools for torture, power, money, women…….you name it.

It made Wei Wuxian feel a little disgusted with humanity. He cut off his focus from the bad and focused on the prayer he received from his friends and family.

“Wei Wuxian, I heard you became a god.” It was Wen Qing. He hadn’t heard her voice in a long time. “I know this might seem shameless of me after all I did to you, but please. Please guarantee the safety of my family. We’re being hunted down and—”

Her prayer was abruptly cut off, before coming back in full force with notes of desperation. Her family had been captured and taken to Qiongqi Path! Wei Wuxian panicked. He didn’t know how to escape from this place and try to go help her.

The…..person who was watching over him evidently knew what he was thinking about and merely stated that gods cannot interfere with the mortal realm. So he was stuck.

But that didn���t mean he was out of options.

It took a few days, but he managed to wheedle out how to help: via dreams. He merely needed to get into the mind of one of his followers and tell them to help. Much like those prophetic dreams Wei Wuxian had read about as a kid.

So he buckled down, thinking of the best candidate to help him.

……………………………

Lan Wangji looked at the landscape around him and concluded that he was dreaming. Though, it was a little odd that he was aware that he was dreaming. Not that he hasn’t realized he was dreaming before - especially in those many fantasies he had of Wei Ying - but to be aware that this is a dream and to see nothing but a flat landscape was pretty out of the ordinary. 

Anyway, he digressed. What was going on?

“Uhh, Lan Zhan? Can you hear me?”

“W-Wei Ying?!” Lan Wangji couldn’t be blamed for stuttering. He wasn’t expecting this!

“Phew. Oh good, you can hear me. Anyway, Lan Zhan, I gotta be quick about this because I’m kinda sorta bending the rules here, but do you think you can go to Qiongqi Path and rescue Wen Qing and her family?”

“Okay.”

“Huh? Just like that? Not even going to ask me for a reason, er-gege?”

Lan Wangji’s ears flushed red at the address. “If Wei Ying wants to save them, you must have a good reason. That’s enough for me.”

“Ah, Hanguang-Jun.” The title was spoken fondly. “Always so good. I’ll tell you anyway. Wen Qing and her family sheltered Jiang Cheng and I after Lotus Pier fell and even brought back Jiang-shushu and Yu-furen’s bodies! That’s a debt I cannot repay.”

“I understand. I will help.”

He couldn’t see Wei Ying, but could practically feel the amusement from him.

“Wei Ying.”

“Yes?”

“Are......Are you well?”

“Of course I am. I’m actually feeling so much better than before.” Wei Ying grumbled, “I’m not even in pain anymore.”

“You were in pain?” Lan Wangji asked worriedly. “Wei Ying, why didn’t you say anything.”

“Lan Zhan, there was nothing you or anyone else could do to alleviate my pain. It doesn’t matter now. I’m okay.”

Lan Wangji was still worried and wanted to speak to him more, but---

“Ah! Looks like my time’s up!” Wei Ying exclaimed cheerfully as the dreamscape wavered. “See you, Lan Zhan!”

Lan Wangji nodded. “See you, Wei Ying.” I’ll catch up to you soon.

.

.

.

And 13 years later, Lan Wangji kept his promise.

___________________

I didn’t edit this so I’m hoping there’s not too many grammatical errors lol. 

[dontcallmecarrie]

Justin - "You're an assasin?"

*Insert character* - "We've been friends for literally 2 hours. Why are you shocked?"

Justin - "I just thought I'd get a normal friend for once."

*Inset character* - "~What do you mean for once?"

*Cabal* - hElLo ThErE 👋

friend, i don't have a lot of energy bc finals+work are crushing my soul, but thank you for that lovely image because I can see this happening, like so:

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Justin Hammer liked to think he was fairly friendly. He nodded to the doorman, and was predicable enough that the barista could take one look at the sunlight reflecting off his glasses down the block and have his order ready before he even set foot in the cafe (though the tips probably helped, in that case).

So, on one of his incredibly rare mornings that his schedule was effectively free and he didn't have to deal with investors or anyone, he decided he was in the mood for chilaquiles, and didn't think it particularly odd when the masked man sat down at his table. After all, it was the lunch rush— and Justin was enough of a familiar face that the regulars knew he didn't mind sharing his table.

"Ooh, that looks pretty good," the stranger remarked appreciatively as Justin's plate got handed to him, only to let out a giddy noise and make grabby hands as his own plate came into view, "but nothing beats their chimichangas!"

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It wasn't very often that Justin had days off.

Or, rather, that Justin let himself take days off, because they knew better than anyone just how easily a CEO could clear their schedule at the drop of a hat but they were responsible, unlike some people— ahem.

So it was almost a miracle that saw him in that same restaurant only a few months later, again sitting at the same table as the cheerful stranger who had strong feelings about chimichangas.

"Man, they just don't make them anywhere like this, next best place is over 6 hours away and those guys don't even have the salsa-to-chimichanga ratio right!"

Justin couldn't help but be intrigued, at that. "Oh I take it you've done a lot of research into this, then?"

The stranger nodded, carefully adjusting his mask so it didn't ride up as he got ready to eat. "Yeah, totally. I've been everywhere— oh, where's my manners? Call me Wade. Nice to meet ya."

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Justin couldn't believe his luck.

"Of all the times," they ground out as they ducked below a table. "All the times for a kidnapping attempt, and it had to be here?"

There were always the odd opportunistic bastard who tried to pull a fast one, who thought they were so smart and that nabbing the CEO of one of the most influential companies in the country was a good idea.

Justin was getting better at dealing with these sorts of situations, but there was still the odd jackass who went and made things troublesome—

"Oh, hell no." Wade growled, and stood up, and—

Oh. So that's what he'd been carrying, in that bag of his.

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...aka yes, in this thought exercise Justin Hammer and Deadpool bond over Mexican food first, and everything else later.

[larrydoinglaundry]

Okay, so here's my recap of LTWT Stockholm😵 I'll write everything I can remember. The concert pieces will come together in my head later lol, my thoughts are still a bit scattered.

👇🏻Click to read the whole novel story below and see a random video of Louis telling us to cheer for the crew and introducing habit👇🏻

Queue: I met a girl on tiktok that was also going alone, so we decided to queue together. We got to the venue at 4 am, and got numbers 72 ja 73, but rose to 63 and 64 because some people were gone too long from the queue and lost their spots. I heard the ones who made the queue system and camped did favor some people, as in let them come back to the queue even after being gone. But other than that, the queue was drama free! And it got super long very early in the morning. Security was with us the whole day and handled everything super well. The only thing that heated things up was the security check when they opened the gates and your number didn't really matter at that point anymore, lol. But we went in in a little choo-choo train so nobody was running and pushing.

Waiting inside the venue + Only the Poets: I got second row, that's the most important part heh. Anyway, security told us all to sit down and gave us water. They stressed the importance of hydration continously. They gave water in paper or plastic cups, but once Only the Poets came in, they switched to also squirting water into people's mouths from the bottles. Some people's mouths touched the bottles so hello covid. Also, no masks in sight except for like two or three 💀

OTP had great energy! They were palpably touched by the audience's reactions and our "torches" + the hearts we held up. I think it was for their music video or something. Girls in front of me waited for louis in the beginning I think because they sighed and almost rolled their eyes when they came on💀 They also somehow squeezed in front of me.

After OTP we got water again, plenty of it, and I think first people fainted during this period. It was warm in the front but not overly hot but the middle must have been burning hot. Security kept telling people to step back because first few rows from barricade were getting squished.

Louis: First of all. Louis. He looked so dainty in real life. I wouldn't call him tiny but very lithe and light. Also hello sweatpants. I somehow managed to not cry when he came on stage. And I had my y/n moment...

Anyway. People next to me were continously flipping him off and trying to get him to do it back, and I know it's a sign of affection, but now that he was there, I couldn't have done it myself💀 Call me a prude idc.

The audience was loud. I got to scream sing you were my because, come so far from Princess Park & Larry call a load of smoke in. The energy during Through the Dark was unmatched. Always You was a fave of mine. And of course KMM but we'll get to that.

I was a little disappointed we weren't allowed to bring flags with sticks in, they made us pull or snap the sticks, so the pride during OTB wasn't as noticable as it could have been😔

His speaking voice sounds even higher in person. Except for the part when he introduced Habit like what was that sir?? 😳

Sooo many people fainted. I lost count how many but security handled it well, and the show flowed without interruptions. Louis did look upset after the umpteenth fainting, though, and also tossed his water for people at one point.

Kill my mind. Kill. My. Mind.

Honestly at this point was already near tears because I knew it's ending soon. But the energy of the venue kept them at bay, lol. Then I just saw how he jumped down from the stage?? There was a huge pressure behind me as everyone wanted to get close in case he comes to our side. I didn't expect to get to touching distance so I was just ready to film in case he walks by. But the motherfucker jumped on the barricade right in front of us?? When I tell you I was shocked and my soul left my body. It all happened so fast but I reached out to softly hold his wrist and my brains slowly processed I was touching Louis Tomlinson?? Soft skin with fair body hair I'm-😔 Then he hopped off and smiled like the mischievous devil he is, knowing very well what kind of chaos he caused. Oh, then came the waterworks... We were all either crying or laughing a little maniacally, or just in general shock, and he had the audacity to laugh when he got back on stage.

Lil' fucker will be the death of me.

Interestingly enough, I had never cried because of a concert before. Or even after my M&G with Adam Lambert who has been the wind beneath my wings for the past 11 years. So I guess it's safe to say I feel more content in my emotions these days, and feel more. I was still crying when I walked to my hotel.

I felt so incredibly lucky this was my first show since pandemic started and also my first Louis show. My first time ever seeing Louis in general. I don't know what good things I have done to deserve this joy but if there is a higher power, for once, they liked me😔❤️ I feel a bit bummed I sold my other Louis tickets because I got harrassed for attending multiple shows (while some attend all...), but at least now this was a special little thing that I looked forward to so long.

Until the next time, babes❤️ Maybe get over your beef with Finland by then. Why is it the only Nordic country you left out? 💀

Have this random video of mine:

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House Arrest [Loki X Reader] Chapter 2

Summary: You are Clint’s 'little' sister and actually a trained Shield agent. But you gave that up a few years ago and became a Chef, because you wanted a normal live. Then one day Natasha shows up at your door and takes you to the Avenger Tower for a while for security reasons.

Tags: Reader is an former Shield Agent, chef!reader, Reader Barton, 2012 Avenger vibes, everything is still alright, Slice of Life, Avengers Family, Loki has a good heart, still the god of mischief, Slow Burn, mention of food and cooking

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Chapter 2: Not the new kitchen help

You can now call a cozy apartment with two rooms and a nice bathroom your own. You have stored your things in the bedroom and are now looking around the tower. The living rooms seem to be spread over several levels. Either there are really a lot of people living here or they tried to keep a little space to avoid stepping on each other's toes all the time. Living and working together can be quite a challenge for some people. The floors above consist - judging by the signs - of labs and various development rooms. Most of it is probably technical stuff, but some of the doors also have concerning warnings, and you don't want to spend your first day trying to figure out if they're genuine.

You find the outdoor platform with the big A and see, then it’s connected to some sort of party or lounge room. There are several couch sets and a rather nicely equipped bar. Overall, everything is very spacious and you're sure you can walk around here for a few days without anyone noticing your presence. At least once, you think you've lost your bearings for a moment, but then you find your way back to the elevators. On the other hand, there was surprisingly little going on up here.

All floors below the living area seem to be offices, at least the names of the elevator buttons suggest that. You don't feel like visiting them right now, because the exploration tour has left you pretty hungry. The last meal was also your breakfast this morning and now it's almost afternoon. So you look for the room that interests you the most anyway. And you find it near the lounge: a wonderfully large kitchen with fantastic equipment. You explore it with interest and notice that it‘s visibly little used. Among the people and other beings here, there seems to be no one enjoying cooking. Saving the world probably takes up enough of their time. As you open the refrigerator, a voice suddenly comes from somewhere, startling you briefly at first. "Good afternoon, Miss Barton. If you have any requests regarding the food or ingredients, please let me know." You look around, but can't see anyone. "My name is JARVIS," the voice explains. "I am an A.I. and I am available to assist you." "Uh-huh...hello," you merely reply, processing this information. Jarvis, meanwhile, continues talking. "Welcome to the Tower. The other Avenger members have been notified of your arrival in a memo." "Okay, thanks." It‘s a bit weird talking to a room, but apparently modern technology has already reached the next level here. Hearing nothing more, you start inspecting the contents of the refrigerator. The result is quite sobering. "It's all just fast foods," you grumble. "Would you like to suggest changes in the selection?", Jarvis asks. "Yes! Please and thank you." "You're welcome to make a shopping list, and I'll have everything ordered." Why not? Regardless of whether a computer can really do it, you nod. "Okay." "A personal tablet will be calibrated for you. You can pick it up from Mr. Banner."

A few minutes later you find yourself in the labs on the upper floors. The sterile lit hallway reminds you much more of Shield than the lower floors. You turn a corner and have to go down some stairs that lead you into a large room. Here, tables are jumbled with various types of modern computers and equipment. Further back is a robotic arm soldering a hard drive all by itself with a quiet whir. It’s a dream for any technology enthusiast. From one corner, you hear typing and beeping, followed by quiet murmurs. That's where you turn, looking at the whiteboards on the wall along the way, where complicated calculations and drawings could be seen. Then suddenly, right in front of you, a hologram appears in the air and you stop, rooted to the spot. "Oops!" "Oh, sorry." A head pops up from behind a nearby screen and you recognize Bruce Banner. His face is always shown on the news whenever there's been a shot of Hulk. But now you're more interested in the hologram as you take a closer look. It shows a nebulous, pulsating entity. "What is that?" you ask the scientist. "We got some cosmic stones. This was in one of them." "It's moving. Is it alive?" "Living would be an exaggeration, but there is energy present. My name is Dr. Banner, by the way." He reduzes the size the hologram so it's out of your way. "Barton, nice to meet you." "Clint's sister, I read the file. He never mentioned you though." "I didn't want any attention, but didn't quite work out, I guess." Bruce smiles sympathetically and reaches for a cup of tea, which, judging by his expression after the first sip, seems to be cold. You ask for the tablet you came for, and Bruce looks around searchingly. There are a few of them in the room, but the display of one lights up, drawing your attention. You see your name displayed and simply conclude that it's the right one. Briefly you say thank and goodbye, before you go back to your room and start making a shopping list. Please fresh ingredients and please deliver today.

Afterwards, you browse around a bit. The tablet, like every electronic device in the house, seems connected to the main computer and to Jarvis. You pull up a few files on your new housemates and read them curiously. At least the parts that are publicly available. You also take the opportunity to look for your own name. Because even though you know that your records were officially destroyed when you left, you know that no data is ever really gone. So you're almost surprised when you find only a few sentences about yourself and not even a photo. Mainly it was about your and Clint's entry into Shield at a young age as orphans. You had received a pretty good education, which may have also kept you from going off the rails. Besides hand-to-hand combat and firearms training, your specialty was handling knives, while your brother took up bows and arrows. For foreign missions, you had also had to learn various languages and had chosen the widely spoken Spanish and Russian. But you didn't work for Shield for a long time, instead opting out of your career early on. It just wasn't the life you wanted to lead. So you changed cities and mingled with the civilian population. And before you knew it, your talent with a knife led you into a traditional apprenticeship as a chef. You enjoyed this work more than having to fight to death, and you even expanded your knowledge and skills during a year abroad in France. But there is very little of all this in your records.

You set the tablet aside and stretch out on your new bed. Normally, you would be in full swing at work right now. A glance at the clock reveals that it's already early evening. Rush hour in most of the restaurants. But here? Without a task or a plan, there's not much you can do. On the other hand, a little vacation wouldn't hurt you.

At some point, the tablet gave a soft ping and when you checked, it was a notification that the refrigerator and all the pantries had been restocked. By now you are very hungry and you heard nothing about a joint dinner time, so you decide to cook yourself something. Out of sheer habit and to avoid getting your clothes dirty, you put on a chef's jacket and apron you brought from home and go into the kitchen. There's a radio in one corner that you turn on. Jarvis really did get everything you had asked for. It was a dream come true. Now in a much better mood, you grab a pan and get to work. From the freezer, you pull out a fish, which you gut and fill with fresh herbs. It goes into the pan first. Then it's the turn of the potatoes, which are peeled, boiled and rolled in rosemary.

You're so absorbed in your work - you've just poked a knife into the boiling potatoes to see if they're already done - that you don't notice a visitor, who had entered the kitchen at some point, until he makes himself known. "I'll have the course menu and a white wine to go with it." Somewhat confused, you look up as you hear the man's voice and see Tony Stark standing at the sideboard across from you. He notices your look and returns it with a smile. "I didn't realize we hired a new kitchen help." You frown and take a sharpening rod in your free hand to sharpen your knife while not taking your eyes off Tony. "Oh, I'm not a new kitchen help," you clarify. "I'm a chef." "Excuse me. Then would the chef please serve me the course menu and a white wine?" The trillionaire indicates a polite bow, but you merely turn to the stove and take the potatoes off it. You then retrieve a plate from the cupboard. "Jarvis", you direct your voice to the computer, hoping it’s still listening. "Would you please explain to Mr. Stark that I'm not here to cook for him and that he'll have to order his course menu, if he really wants one, from the Chinese place next door?" "Mr. Stark, I'm supposed to-." "I heard her, Jarvis," Tony interrupts the A.I., eyeing you a little more closely now. "That does make me wonder what you're doing here, Miss...? Aside from the fact that there's no Chinese working next door." "Then you should make one move in there," you replay amused. As you do, you wipe your fingers on the cloth you've hung on the apron at your hip and prep your dish. Just as Tony is about to say something clever, the door opens and another person walks in. You recognize Thor at first glance. "What's that delicious smell in the air?", he asks, looking around curiously. You smile and point to the stove. "I was just cooking. There's still some left for you to take." With that, you want to go to your room, but Tony stops you. "Oh, he gets something, but I don't?", he complains. You shrug your shoulders. "He didn't want a whole menu." With that, you disappear through the door and go back to your living quarters. There you quickly change into something comfy and make yourself comfortable on the couch, where you watch an episode of your favorite show while you eat. A little company would be nice, but you don't feel like meeting more people you don't know yet. And you don't feel like searching for Natasha in this huge complex. So you’re fine with being by your own right own.

After dinner, you continue watching the show, but eventually you realize you're getting tired. It really had been an eventful and long day. So you quickly take your dirty dishes back to the kitchen. But just as you're closing the dishwasher, Tony comes back in and leans against the frame with his arms crossed. "So… you‘re a Barton." Apparently he had spent a few minutes of his precious time gathering information about you and then waited for you to reappear. "Surprised there's another one?" you ask with a smirk. He takes that as a sign that you're not holding a grudge against him. He pushes himself off the door frame and comes closer, now leaning his arms on the kitchen island. "Nothing about Legolas surprises me anymore. Met his wife and kids the other day. Nice family. Are you guys a whole circus?" "Not anymore." You shrug. "So, what’s your deal?", he wants to know. "You left Shield in your early twenties. What's normal life like out there? No one waiting for you to come home?" You turn on the dishwasher and grab a water bottle from the supply. "Life is nice. Often stressful, but I have to worry a lot less about getting killed." You don't answer Tony's last question. It's really none of his business. "That is when you're not being yanked out of that life and brought into the house of superheroes", you add. "You'll get used to it. Both that we're super and that we're heroes. I promise." You laugh at his words. Tony seems to be a real egocentric, but also a humorous person. "Well, let's see", you reply, "Now if the welcome speech is over, I'd like to go to bed." "I won't keep anyone away from their beauty sleep. Good night." You wish him the same, then head back to your room, where you make yourself comfortable on the large bed. The strange surroundings were unfamiliar, but not you don't feel uncomfortable and so you soon fall asleep.

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Breaking Point

Peter Parker x Reader

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A/n : I blame @sarcastic-sunset-7​ for this, i’m putting all of this on you.

Summary : You and Peter encounter a problem with his super strength, luckily your powers come in clutch. 

Warnings : SMUT! (dom!peter, sub!reader, face slapping, degrading, dirty talk, exhibition kink) blood, injuries, reader gets slammed threw a fucking window for gods sake-, pretty fluffy towards the end, worried peter

Word Count : 1.1k

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“Holy shit,” Peter grunted in your ear, pounding continuously into your tight hole, “So fucking tight baby,”

You couldn't even manage to respond, the only thing falling from your mouth were moans of his name and an incoherent jumble of words. You both had been at it for what felt like hours since Peter came back to your shared apartment with a red face, steam practically shooting out from his ears. When he grabbed your hips, taking you against the kitchen counter you knew you weren't going to be able to walk the next day.

“Don’t close your eyes slut,” he slapped the side of your face, grabbing your jaw and directing your gaze to the sidewalk below you, “watch, watch as people mindlessly walk, completely unaware of how much of a whore you're for me, and only me”

You mewled at the sight, your legs growing tired, hardly keeping you up. They slipped against the floor, your body slamming against the window. Peter took this to his advantage, pressing his body against yours so you were fully exposed along the glass.

“But you’d like that won’t you, with one simple look upwards they’ll see you, bare and fucked out, drooling like a dumb little baby,” he grabbed your hands bounded by his webs in a vain attempt to pull you closer than you already were, arching your back, “But guess what? They’ll never have you, cause you’re mine, your body is mine,”

“Yours Peter, yours,” you said mindlessly, your high closely approaching, “Only yours,”

“Aww you wanna cum baby? You wanna cum?” He snickered into your ear, knowing you were almost there when you clenched tightly around him, “You better hold it, until- fuck,” he groaned, “Until you get your permission,”

His strokes became inconsistent, but not once missing your g spot with every thrust. You could feel the dragging of your skin against the smooth glass, burning the soft tissue but you knew it wouldn't matter in the morning, maybe he would do it all again. God, you fucking hoped he’d do it all again. 

“Cum for me baby, fuck,” he mumbled, biting down on your shoulder, “Cum for me,” his thrust were harsher, your high drowning out all the sounds around you, including the small cracks and breaks from the thin surface.

Peter came with you, deep inside your hole. As he slowed down, one final particular thrust shattered the glass you were shoved against, sending you falling from the building. He immediately shot out his web shooters, webbing your back out of shock and pulling you to his chest. He shoved you behind a wall next to it, not wanting the people clearly looking up at the broken window to see the both of you in such a vulnerable state.

You were glad he propped you along the wall, not to sure if you could even stand on your own after your intense orgasm and the whiplash of what just happened. You could hear the mutters of confusion from the people below, most likely starting to gather around the sight of a broken window.

You didn't know whether to laugh or cry out of embarrassment, the sexual energy completely dissipating.

“I-,” Peter started, still trying to process that he fucked you so hard that he had shattered his glass window.

Sharp, painfull glass.

“Are you alright?” he said, ripping the webs from around your hands, moving his own immediately to your waist after, cringing at the small scratches littering your stomach and chest, “Oh god, baby,” 

All thought of the crowd below ran from his mind, replaced with concern for your well being. He did the thing he swore himself to never do, he hurt you, at his own hand. At his own fault.

“Hey, hey, hey, It’s alright Petey,” you whispered, holding your hands to his face, “I’m already healing see?” you pointed at your cuts, the bright red coating it already darkening, closing up the wounds, “I’m fine,”

“But I-I hurt you,” he said, beginning to get frustrated with himself, “This is why i never wanted to go rough with you Y/n,” he took a deep breath, “What if i wasn't fast enough? What- what if i didn’t catch you in time?”

“But you did Peter,” you reassured him, still trying to catch your breath, “I’m here with you right now alright? You got me,”

“Y/n,” his bottom lip shook slightly, you could tell he was trying his best to keep his tears at bay, overthinking what could've happened, “You- I almost-,”

“But I didn’t Peter,” you moved his hand carefully, pressing it against your chest so he could feel your beating heart, “I’m here alright?”

He nodded quickly, sniffling lightly, “Can-,” he hesitated, “Can I hug you?”

You pouted and without word wrapped your arms around his waist, shoving your face into his neck. He sighed into your embrace, carefully moving his hands around your back, clearly trying his best not to squeeze you closer, to not hurt you anymore.

“You know if all of this didn't happen so quickly, I would be laughing so hard right now,” you whispered into his ear, your heart warming when you heard him chuckle softly.

“Maybe later,” he mumbled.

“You literally fucked me threw a window,”

“You almost died by being fucked threw a window,”

“Best way to go honestly,”

“Y/n,” he scolded.

“Sorry, sorry,” you said sheepishly, “Still haven't processed everything really,”

“Yeah I could tell,” he grunted, taking a deep breath of your scent surrounding him, “Just because you have super healing doesn't mean your immune you know,”

“I survived that spidey dick for the past two years so I’m pretty sure I am but okay.”

“I-,” he started, raising his head to look up at you but gave up halfway, opting to just pick you up bridal style, giggling at the little shriek you let out. He laid you carefully on the bed, taking a random blanket from the edge and webbing it to the now open window, covering the view.

“I’m guessing we're sleeping on the couch tonight?”

“We’ve done it before, we should be fine,”

Before Peter could pick you up once more, his phone began to ring from his bed stand. He sent you a quick apologetic smile before grabbing his phone, tugging the plug off and swiping to answer quickly when he saw the name of the contact.

“Hello Mr. Stark?” Peter answered, rubbing his red eyes.

“Mind telling me why I got a security breach alert from your apartment Peter?”

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Sup! I'm back from Barcelona! Hope you're doing well!

Remember that sbi rust prompt you gave me a month or 2 ago? It is done (not readproff tho so there may be some mistakes) anyway enjoy my grand return!

Edit: did you know 250 paragraphs is the limit lenght to an ask? On an unrelated note I will have to cut this into multiple parts so enjoy this first chapter!

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"Whaaat the-"

Wilbur took a step back, mouth agape and watched the figure inside of the dome. A human, identical in the looks, if not for the size of it.

When he went to explore the looming monument that rose from near his house, he expected food or scientific papers, perhaps some gas masks and equipment, not a... giant.

Weren't those things a myth?? Just a silly fictional creature to scare children away, not... not real and THERE, sleeping right in front of him??

The thing was curled up on himself, unable to fit in the 30ft wide sphere if going to its full lenght.

Wilbur was trapped in the walls of flesh.

And to his dismay, he was just in time to witness the creature wake up.

Lazily, they opened their eyes, squinting. They looked at their surroundings, the roof, the walls, the floor.

And the man was able to pinpoint the exact moment their eyes landed on him.

They gasped softly, almost mute. Their eyes widened, and they stood here, studying the punny intrudor for a too long moment. Only after, they spoke, barely above a whisper.

"Uhm... hello."

Wilbur expected the giant to speak, seeing how akin to a human he was, but he didn't expect such a young voice to be held by the.... boy?

"Hey." Wilbur waved, hand as shaking and hesitant as his voice.

"... What's your name?" They spoke.

Wilbur gulped, more on instinct. "Uuh, Wilbur. Who are you? What are you doing here?" He pointed.

They nodded in a hum before looking at the floor below, eyes a bit blurry.

"I...my name is Tommy. And uh... this is where I sleep."

The stare the human kept on the boy was intense, full of disbelief and curiosity. It was uncomfortable.

He shifted a bit. And Wilbur's eyes darted towards the small movements. Ah, right. Humans were hyperaware.

"It's been a while since I met someone around here."

"Yeah, I can imagine that... ever since the nuclear incident, it's been quite the task to find someone." Wilbur explained. What did this being knew exactly?

"Oh... I see." He lowered his head, before letting it rest on the floor, and holy shit he was even bigger than he thought.

He swallowed the lump back down his throat, and sat legs crossed.

The giant, which looked like a teenager now that he got to see his face up close, kept looking at him, expression almost bored.

Then, without much a warning, he lifted his hand and moved it towards the human, who instantly scrumbled away as fast as he could.

"wowowwoowowo- what-"

The hand froze, and when he looked at Tommy, the expression was sad, almost hurt.

Silence filled the room for a minute.

"Sorry" the giant apologized. "I must be quite scary, huh?"

Without much thinking, wilbur nodded. "Um, yeah"

"It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you." He reassured, his voice pathetic. "Can I come closer?"

Wilbur looked at the hand, then at the teen. He took a deep breath before nodding, earning a pleased smile from the blond.

More careful, a hand thrice his size came to him, fingers slowly wrapping themselves around the human. He tensed, unwilling to move an inch despite his mind begging him to get out of here.

He closed his eyes in anticipation, but after a minute of stillness, he felt a rough pressure on his head, ruffling his hairs.

"Wha- what are you doing?" He asked, refusing to open his eyes yet.

Before he got an answer, the mass, which he recognized as a thumb, moved from playing with the hair to caress his skin as gently as possible.

With much hesitation, the human opened his eyes and met the face of the teen, who beared an expression of pure shock and wonder.

As the thumb rubbed against his cheek, he inhaled, shivered.

"You're so small... so fragile..."

His face was washed with a wave of sadness, while Wilbur drew his hand closer to the gun hidden in his jacket.

"How do you feel, wilbur? Do you feel fragile?" His voice was as sad as unreadable.

And at the moment, Wilbur did feel as powerless as a bug stuck in a web. A tall, wide web. Not that he would tell Tommy.

"... Is that a threat?" He asked instead.

"No, I'm just curious." A sort of melancholy couldn't leave the giant's face. "If I were to threaten someone, it would be because they acted like a bitch. You're not a bitch as far as I know."

The curse took Wilbur off guard, and he found himself giggling at the vocabulary. The blong smiled as well.

Then, the thumb moved from the face and slowly descended to cover his chest (entirely)

And....

It felt... like a hug?

How long has it been since Wilbur has been hugged.

The gesture was confusing.

"... why?" He voiced.

"I don't know. I know people like hugs. Makes them feel safe."

He eyed the fingers around him before focusing, wary, on the face.

"What are you planning to do to me?"

"Huh?!" He raised eyebrow and his hands left Wilbur's surrounding in a too quick motion, gesturing in defense. "Nothing!! I just want you to be comfortable. Been a while since I talked to anyone." Without the giant controling his volume, Wilbur had to cover his ear at the sudden booming sound.

He nodded nontheless, still unsure, and the silence drawn out.

"...why did you want to explore the dome?"

For some reason, the echoing voice was quite soothing to the human's ears, now that it was bearable. He took a few steps and put his hand on the part of the dome not blocked by an enormous mass. His finger carressed the copper walls until he was sat.

"I wanted to explore. I don't live very far, and this structure intrigued me. I expected to find some researches, not.... uh..."

Tommy smiled and understood the man without him having to finish. "Yeah. I'm not really something to be expected."

He nodded. "And you've been here for a while?"

"Not so much." The giant responded, "I usually travel from place to place trying to survive, pretty much like everyone else."

"I see..."

"I can try and look out for any paper or stuff if you want, so next time you come, I can hand them over."

Wilbur paused. The idea of returning to the giant made him frown, but the blond did seem to hold no grudges against him.

".... Maybe." He landed on.

And visibly, the teen was elated at the news, his grin growing to his ear and his hands joining in a clap. (As gentle as he could to not make the small man deaf.)

"Welp." He got up, before he got a sugar overdose from seeing that excitment. "I think I'm gonna head back."

"Do you want me to help you get back home?" The other proposed, enthusiast.

"No."

It was quiet for a moment, silence only disturbed by the giant shifting position. It was... unusual. But the enormous teen didn't seem hostile, and if Wilbur could get himself such an ally, he wouldn't take it down.

And so he returned home.

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2 days later, he returned.

He was surprised as well, but curiosity guided his steps much more than his fears ever since the giant teen revealed himself a potential ally.

He inhaled deeply before climbing the stairs, his feet landing on the metalic ground.

The smile on the teenager's face when he turned around and met the tiny man was as heartwarming as nervewracking.

"YOU'RE BACK!!!" He cheered, and already the human had to cover his ears, the joyous scream deafening. He realized his mistake pretty soon though as he covered his mouth and mumbled, much quieter "Sorry. Hi Wilbur."

"Hello, Tommy." He replied, cautiously removing his hands from his ear. "How have you been?" He started. Usual politeness shouldn't be too awkward.

It took all the self control of the blond to keep his voice quiet enough when he said "I've been fine, thank you." The energy bubbling from him only made Wilbur chuckle.

"Good, good." Wilbur took a few steps towards the blond (or rather his face, since the teen was kind of all around the room) "You seem happy to see me."

Tommy nodded way too quickly and strongly as he confirmed. "Yep! I-" he pained keeping his voice low "-I wasn't sure if you'd really come back. I'm very very very glad you didn't lie. Especially since I have..... THIS!!"

He didn't even bother whispering as his hand came to view, previously hidden behind his back, and coming towards Wilbur in a fist at a racing pace. The brunette couldn't help but flinch back.

Tommy stopped mid-way, realizing his carelessness once more. He whispered an apology and the hand came, much slower this time. (Almost comically slow, but Wilbur wouldn't really complain)

Then, when only at about 6ft away from the man, the hand opened, revealing several piles of papers.

Wilbur's eyes widened. He looked at the blond, confused.

"You said you wanted to look for researches and stuff, sooo I tried finding some. And you were right! There are papers everywhere in here!"

Wilbur looked at the floor which he now realized was almost white from sheets, as well as the several seemingly blank pages stuck on the giant's body, and nodded, repressing a chuckle.

"Yep. Everywhere."

Tommy held back a laugh as well, and Wilbur tried visualizing how this.... god knows how tall being could try opening drawers with his nails barely thin enough to hold the handler, and reading papers the size of a pins on his hands, all while trying to manœuver his body so he wasn't blocking the rest of the building.

He would lie if he said the thought wasn't amusing.

He went for the paper, and without much thinking hopped onto the hand, since the papers were mostly at the center of his palm.

He grabbed a few and sat down, begining reading when he felt a shaky inhale. He looked up to meet the amused eyes of the blond.

"... Seat's comfortable?" He teased, as playful as baffled.

Wilbur frowned, then looked below him and his eyes widened as he registered. He shot straight up.

"Oh-oh oh I'm so sorry- I- I sincerely apologize I-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as he covered his ears, a wheezed laugh echoing through the entire thing and sending Wilbur shaking from the vibrations.

He found himself laughing as well, barely able to keep up his balance as he stepped out of the hand, a good chunk of paper held between his chest and arms.

The laughs finally died down, the blond disforming his face with his hand trying hard to muffle the sounds. He looked back at the human with what could only be described as adoration. The hand left his face and he chuckled still as he talked.

"Ahh, don't worry about it. I expected you to just take the papers and go, but this? This was funny. Definitely the first time someone sits on my hand like that."

"I-... is it a bad thing?" Wilbur asked, taking slow steps backward while he kept a smile. The last thing he wanted was to upset a giant he was trapped with. Sure, the kid was nice, even though overwhelming, but a wrong gesture could change that first part pretty quickly.

"Nah, I don't mind. If the floor is too cold for your liking, you can sit here."

Wilbur sighed in relief and gave the blond a smile. "Alright. Thanks."

He still chose to sat on the floor, and started reading again. His intuition was right, there was tons of information in here.

He read in silence, only disturbed every once in a while when Tommy asked what was in the sheets. Wilbur explained as easily as possible and kept the details for himself. Tommy was satisfied with the answer he was given, though, so that wasn't a problem.

He was only a quarter through the first pile of paper when he felt something approaching. He froze when a mass, probably a finger, found itself on top of Wilbur's head.

There was a beat of silence when neither moved, and the finger ruffled ever so slightly his hair.

It was a bit awkward, but it wasn't uncomfortable, so he didn't protest.

A soft voice pierced through the silence.

"If I press on your head too hard or hurt you, warn me. You're small so I don't know how much pressure I can apply on you."

"Alright." Wilbur nodded. "You're doing fine right now, I'll tell you if that changes."

The rest of the reading was done with Tommy gently playing with Wilbur's hair or tapping his back in an attempt at a 'massage' (as Tommy called it). It was distracting, but not uncomfortable. At times, even soothing.

It was almost night when Wilbur read most of the first pile. He got up with the paper he read already and looked for an empty drawer.

Fortunately, since Tommy spent 2 days scrambling to get every possible paper out, it wasn't much of a challenge. Below Tommy's angled leg was a furniture. He went and deposited it.

"That should be good." He said as he closed it. He then turned around to meet the blond. "Well, I think it's time for me to go home. I'll be back soon though, this place is VERY interesting."

He forced himself not to fake a gag at Tommy's smile. Urg. So genuine.

"Yeaaayyy" the giant stage-whispered while clapping his hands as softly and quickly as possible. "It's nice having you around. Can I do anything to help you?"

Wilbur brought a hand to his chin and thought for a moment. "If you find an empty book, you can give it to me next time. I'll bring one myself though so you don't have to tear this place upside down to find one." That made Tommy chuckle.

And so, Wilbur returned home once more.

THIS IS SO GOOD MEL OMG!!!

Pls read this it’s amazing and so well done, I love the rust server and this is so good :D

[gaymershigh]

hello! can I request a hc of the dorm leaders where their s/o kiss them for the first time and run away because they're embarassed/shy? I hope I follow your rules, thank you!

Of course! This might be shorter since I'm going straight to the their reaction because that's all I can think of (Ｔ▽Ｔ) I've finally gained all my energy to do a 5+ character's request but after this I'm gonna go back to focusing 5 or below character request-

Triggers: Vil being RIDICULOUSLY ooc :')

Dorm leaders reacting to their very shy gn! s/o kissing them for the first time and running away

It's obvious you two never kissed before as both parties are too embarrassed to initiate it first. As much as Riddle wanted to give you a smooch to show his affection, he just couldn't as you might not be comfortable about kissing and the only thing he has kissed before was his pillow. He was just too shy and inexperienced to kiss you first as he doesn't want to mess up the magic moment.

When you kissed him and ran away, he was absolutely still as he had no time to process what had just happened. Slowly, his face gets redder as more minutes of him staying still passes. People passed and tried to walk faster as they mistook him getting angrier by the second but in reality, he's just so happy and all blushed at the fact you stole his first kiss when you're the super shy one in the relationship.

He's unsure what to do next, should he chase after you and return the kiss like in that one book that he read in the library out of boredom or wait until you come back as you might also want time to process what you just did as well. He went for the first choice as leaving you hanging at the edge of your seat waiting for his next move is such an improper thing for the Heartslaybyul dorm leader.

He was nervous when you were sitting on a bench at the courtyard, all alone and looking quite antsy. He cleared his throat to approach you directly as walking from behind isn't such a good idea. It was rather for a few seconds as he suddenly forgot what his lines were the moment you two locked eyes. He quickly apologized for the sudden silence as he sat next to you, holding your hand.

"(Y/N), I apologize for not kissing after a long time of dating until you had to initiate it first. Oh, that's not the case? I see but I still feel terrible for not planting a single kiss on your lips before, should I do one now?"

There's no way in hell you two never kissed because if there's no kiss until at least a week after being together, that's not Leona you're dating. He craves the feeling of being loved or having someone to love. Not only that, you being more shy and submissive gives him power and pride, you're his treasure and wants to treat you as one. He doesn't mind that you don't return the kiss back as he's very understanding of how shy you are but of course he teased you about it, hopefully you don't misunderstood him pressuring you to return the favor or something.

When you kissed him for the first time, he was shocked. You actually had the guts to do that!? He knows that one day you will (hopefully) break out of that shell of yours and return the favour but he didn't that scenario that plays on in his head sometimes really coming to life. He managed to recover from the sudden shock and smirked at the thought. You finally did it, you should get a reward by an instant, no? Who cares if you scurried away immediately after you did that, you got him off guard, you deserve a prize.

He was so lost in his own cloud of thought that he almost forgot that you ran away. Unlike the others, he will be like always, lazily going after you by picking up where your lovable scent is. Even had the audacity to yawn halfway walking there while you could be having a breakdown after what you just did. He got sudden thoughts of you freaking out and laughed at himself of how cute that mental mental is, this guy really is something.

When he found you at the botanical garden sitting on the floor, he had no single hesitancy to just call out your name and approach you calmly like your sudden move earlier was just a fever dream. He picked you up from the floor for you to stand up as he cupped your cheek, staring at your eyes with an entertained face.

"You finally got some bravery, Herbivore. You took me by surprise just a little bit and I suppose I'm proud. Now, don't you think you should get a reward?"

Just like Riddle, he's very inexperienced when it comes to love or just having a nice relationship with others besides the Leech twins in general. He would prefer if you kissed first as he's insecure about initiating it first because when it comes to first kisses, aren't they like, very important? Well in his view it is as for what he has read, a first kiss is like an amazing experience that you will only experience once in a lifetime and never again no matter what species you are, it's magical.

And he finally understood what it really meant when you pecked his lips. No matter if it's a full kiss or just a normal quick peck before your sudden flee, it still feels phenomenal. He's very shocked and is aware you're going further away from him but he just didn't do anything. He was just staring at you as you were getting farther and farther as he brushed his lips. Of course, he forces himself to regain his composure as he didn't want to be seen as a foolish lovestruck person in this prestigious campus.

The twins saw what just happened and they were teasing him mad. They can tell that neither of you kissed before until that little performance as his reaction is something a "person who never gets kissed" would do. Since they're in public, he held a lot more power on them and scolded the two for this childish rambling and told them to go back to their work. He knew he had to chase after you, even if he's happy you did the first move, he still felt wrong for making you do it because of his insecurities.

When he found you, he was contemplating whether to go back to his place and leave you alone or not because of how you looked at the moment. You were walking back and forth while looking down, probably having a crisis for doing something so brave out of the blue. He had to drag you somewhere more private as he was aware his face was getting redder again. Even if his words sounded relaxed, you can tell his heart was racing as well.

"Honey, I apologize for making you kiss me first, I really wanted to kiss you as well but I wasn't sure if you were uncomfortable or not. You..you just wanted to kiss me? Because you love me so much?..Really? Ah. I- I see. Very well then, since we're in a more private place, should I…do the same to return my feelings?"

Kalim has kissed you in a lot of places but it was never at the mouth and he never explained why. Maybe he just didn't want to kiss you in the mouth because it's too early in the relationship but then again, it's Kalim, would that really matter to him? He has already kissed your cheek the third day of your relationship so you doubt he really cares about boundaries that much. Well, he wanted to kiss you on the lips badly but Jamil had told him before that the first kiss isn't something so minor like any other kisses he gave to you. It's a more memorable part of the relationship so he should be careful and surprisingly, he obliged to his words, not fully understanding.

But he finally understood them almost completely when you leaned in for the kiss. He was shocked and his heart was fluttering no matter how fast the kiss was. Jamil was right, it was very magical and a memorable moment, it's like one of those fairy tales, he happily thought to himself. Though, he pouted at the fact that it was just a small kiss and his neck kisses lasted longer than that. He actually didn't have a tangent and told you to wait a minute but you probably didn't hear it as you were already away from him.

He took longer than everyone else when it comes to catching up with you as he completely forgot where you head off to due to his lack of capability to remember a lot of things at the same time but it doesn't matter as he tried his hardest to follow you by the help of random students and such just sudden remembrance. He was calling out your name but he didn't hear any response, something told him that you didn't want to talk and avoiding him so calling won't help. Even if you want some alone time, he wants to see you as much as possible because he loves you that much.

When he found you, he practically ran and flung himself into your arms, giggling like a child that got a big toy as a birthday present and a child that got some sweets combined. He was throwing dozens of compliments of how brave you are for kissing him first and how happy he is if it wasn't so obvious. Now that you finally kissed him on the lips he can now do the same anytime he wants, right!?

"Ya qamar! You did it, you finally kissed me! On the lips too! Why did you run away from me earlier, you did a good job! Can I kiss you back now? Can I?"

Vil has mostly kissed you a lot since he's very experienced with it but it's not as much as we thought it would be. He of course only kisses you in private areas as he doesn't want to spark any type of controversy even if he didn't keep your relationship hidden from the media, which he did as his fans and the mainstream media in general were probably not ready yet for the shock. He gets a little bit upset that you haven't returned any of the favor but won't talk to you about it as he thinks that you're insecure about getting caught or something similar to that.

That's why he was so bugged eyed when you kissed his luscious lips. He looked at you with so much sparkles, his affections were finally returned after so long and he doesn't even mind that you flee right after. He slowly and meekly mumbled out your name as he watched you scurry off into the distance. He had a bunch of relationships before and they only have returned his compliments, not his physical love. He felt like crying right there on the spot but didn't for the sake of his reputation even though nobody is there to see.

He called for Rook's to find your whereabouts as he knew what Rook is capable of. Rook obliged with full passion as he ran and found you as fast as an arrow. As he wanted to run, it's very improper for the Pomefiore dorm leader to do so the best he could've done is speed walk. Thankfully, nobody is foolish enough to not leave a walkway as they saw him in a hurry. He was eager to see you despite his straight expression.

When he found you, he called out your name in the usual but still loving tone as what he usually does as he always pours his feelings on you. He puts one of his hands on your shoulder and the other to lift your chin to see his face. His expression screams "I love you" and his tone was incredibly soft-spoken. If any passerby sees this, they're lucky enough to see this rare expression and not get caught as all his attention was on you.

"Darling, I know this is unsuitable for me to act like this while in public areas but I couldn't help but feel very happy when you finally kissed me on the lips. I'm sure you love me but you doing that makes me no longer need to doubt your feelings for me. Now, let's go somewhere more private. I want to pour my feelings on you as well."

If you expect Idia to kiss or even know how to kiss, you're weird. The only things he had ever kissed in his life are his bodypillows, plushies, figures, posters and even embarrassingly his own computer screen when his favorite character said something very nice to him. He doesn't even blame you that you have never kissed him at all because 1)He's a loser 2)Who on Twisted Wonderland in their right mind would kiss this guy out of everyone else?! Both you and Eliza apparently but come on. Yeah, he's aware that you two are in a relationship but please, he can't even smile without scaring the children how would a kiss be better?

When you kiss him, his eyes were so shocked and he did that pose where he puts his clenched fists to his chest in fear and shock. My guy took around 10 minutes to process this and it's not even himself who got him back to reality, it was Cater and Kalim. When his cloud of thought disappeared and looked at the two of them very slowly, he sprinted out of there just like you did but to his room. He shut his door tight and hopped on his bed, covering and screaming in the pillows.

Ortho, who is very concerned as to why his brother is having a spasm on his bed, kept scanning Idia and asking what's wrong. Idia trusts his little brother and spoke to him the entire situation and doesn't know whether to chase you as seeing you again after that is just embarrassing and he doesn't know what to do nor say! The robot kept convincing him to chase you but knowing Idia, once Idia made his mind, it will be almost impossible to change it no matter who you are.

Ortho took this into his own hands and tried to follow you without his brother's knowledge but he knew he wouldn't mind. When he found you, he apologized for his brother not attending and he had to be the replacement.

"(Y/N)! I'm sorry that big brother couldn't make it but I'm just telling you so that you wouldn't get the wrong idea. He likes it but is just too shy to confront you! Follow me, you should come see him in his room!"

Malleus has placed his kisses on you multiple times before but just like Vil, nobody knows about this except the Diasomnia dorm. Nobody is foolish or unloyal to the great Malleus and he knows that so he shouldn't be doubting about telling them about this valuable information. He keeps this lowkey because he knows how much fairies look down on humans, especially non magical ones. Even if you have magic or not, human or a beast, it's still risky if you're telling your relationship if you're from a noble family so he understands why you don't kiss back, just ignore his pouts.

When you do kiss him, his eyes went wide but not for that long, he's not that experienced in feeling loved romantically but he's not gonna die from that kiss. He smirked and chuckled in amusement, you're so brave. Even if you're his lover and just ran away, he still finds it interesting as his past lovers were too scared to hug him first. He shook his head at the sight of you trying to run away.

There's no point in running as you bumped into him while you're running to God knows where. He teleported to your whereabouts, how does he know your exact location you ask? Who knows, probably some fae stuff but that's not the point. He took you into a very secluded area. The forest, to be exact and at the very deep parts too. He stopped and looked at you with an amused expression.

"You kissed and your next move was to run away? Hahah! You're very funny, dear. You must be wondering as to why I'm taking you to these dark parts of the woods but fear not, as I'm not going to punish you or anything of the sort. Instead, I'm going to give you a kiss as well and we have no need to worry about getting caught into the act."

[riversofmars]

Prompt: 13 and River babysit Anthony Williams (Amy and Rory’s adopted son)

This is such a cute prompt! I combined it with a similar one and hope this works for you, enjoy! <3

Rating: G

Word Count: 1800

Read on AO3 or below

All in the Family

“And you’re sure you’re up for this?“ Amy turned to River one more time, halfway out of the door of their flat in 1940s New York.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?“ River crossed her arms in front of her chest challengingly.

“You’re not exactly the most responsible adult.“ Rory couldn’t help pointing out and glanced to his wife to find out whether they were going to change their minds at the last minute.

“I'll take that as a compliment.“ River smirked. “Remember this was your idea.“

“Yes but only because we don’t know many people here yet!“ Rory admitted.

“And having your baby stolen once, you don’t want to trust strangers, I get it.“ River gave her parents a kind smile. She was very happy for them. They deserved to have the calm family life that they had missed out on with her. Adopting baby Anthony had been a wonderful idea.

“It’s just been such a long time since we’ve been able to go out.“ Amy explained. “I just didn’t understand how hard raising a child would be!“ She sighed, running her hand through her hair. She was more exhausted than she ever had been while travelling with the Doctor. “We just really need to have an evening just for us.“

“Say no more and get yourself going before I change my mind.“ River ushered them out the door.

“You are a godsend, River.“ Amy kissed her daughter’s cheek. “Don’t get up to anything stupid.“ She wagged her finger at her.

“What, me? Stupid? Perish the thought.“ River feigned hurt but laughed.

“Just make sure Anthony is okay.“ Amy implored her and gave a little wave to the toddler that was just coming up behind River and wrapping his arms around her leg.

“You can count on me. We’ll have a brilliant time, won’t we, brother dearest?“ River smiled down at the child and patted his head.

“Ri-ver.“ The toddler nuzzled into her thigh.

“See, fast friends already.“ River chuckled and lifted him up.

“Does she… do you know anything about toddlers?“ Rory asked, insecure for a moment.

“I am married to the Doctor, does that count?“ River countered and the Ponds laughed:

“Fair point…“

“Relax, we will be fine, it’s just for a few hours.“ River kissed the forehead of her adoptive brother who was giving her a koala bear hug. “Tea, books, bed. I got this.“

“See you both later, look after each other.“ Amy smiled and kissed Anthony’s head, as did Rory.

“This is a bad idea…“ Rory hummed to his wife as they waved their goodbyes and made their way down the corridor.

“It’s a brilliant idea.“ Amy waved off his concerns.

“Right Anthony, there is someone I would like you to meet.“ River smiled at her little brother as she closed the door.

“Meet?“ Anthony echoed as River carried him back into the living room.

“Someone very special: Your brother-in-law. Well, I say brother… sister-in-law? Alien-in-law?“ River grinned,and as if on cue the TARDIS became visible in the lounge.

“I don’t know why you wouldn’t let me see them!“ The Doctor stuck her head out, having waited patiently for the Ponds to depart.

“Because they never would have left and they could do with a break.“ River explained with a chuckle as her wife skipped out of the TARDIS and towards them.

“Hello Anthony Pond!“ She grinned, ruffling the toddler’s curls who just giggled in response. He appeared fascinated by the sudden appearance of the blue box and pulled away from River, seemingly wanting to be set down.

“Williams…“ River corrected the Doctor as she sat her brother down who rushed to the TARDIS, circling around it in wonder.

“What shall we play with, Anthony?“ The Doctor ignored her wife and dropped to her knees in the middle of a pile of toys. “See, we’re gonna have the best time!“ She pulled her screwdriver from her coat and sonic-ed the toys. All of a sudden, cars and toy robots started moving on their own accord. Anthony giggled in delight and rushed over to the Doctor, the TARDIS no longer the most interesting thing around here.

“Guess that means I’m making tea?“ River chuckled as Anthony threw himself at the Doctor.

“Would you want either one of us close to a hob?“ The Doctor retorted, hugging the child tightly.

“Fair point.“ River chuckled.

——

“I don’t know why I asked you here, it’s like babysitting two toddlers.“ River was cleaning up the kitchen after tea had turned into a food fight.

“'Cause this is the closest thing you and I have to a family.“ The Doctor answered with surprising candour. Anthony was jawing, leaning against her.

“As much as I try to, I don’t really feel like part of them…“ River answered thoughtfully.

“Our lives are more complicated than that…“ The Doctor couldn’t help but agree. Neither one of them was suited to regular family dynamics.

“Would it be so bad though? Settling down for a time?“ River mused, looking from Anthony to her wife.

“Maybe at some point.“ The Doctor gave her a soft smile. This River hadn’t done Darillium yet. She had all of that to come and the Doctor missed their time there more than she would care to admit.

“Bed time?“ She asked, seeing as Anthony was virtually falling asleep next to her.

“I think so.“ River agreed with a smile and walked over to them. “Come here Anthony…“ She scooped him up. “Let’s get you into your PJs…“

Both the Doctor and River had presumed bedtime would be easy, considering how tired Anthony was, but they had thought wrong.

“Stop turning the light on and off!“ River pleaded, picking him up again to finally put him in his bed. Anthony appeared to have saved up his energy just for this.

“Still want kids?“ The Doctor tried her best to keep a straight face as she watched her wife struggle with the toddler.

“You know all of a sudden, being a big sister seems perfectly adequate.“ River retorted.

“I’ll get him a bottle of milk.“ The Doctor suggested, just as Anthony got up again and raced past River to the light switch.

“Stop it with the light switch!“ River groaned and scooped him up again. “Please, will you just stay in bed now?“ She tugged him in.

“Well well well, isn’t this a lovely sight.“ A voice sounded from the doorway that made River’s blood run cold. She whipped around, standing protectively in front of the bed.

“Madame Kovarian, how did you…“ She stared at the woman in the doorway.

“I knew I would find you eventually.“ Madame Kovarian smirked, walking further into the room. “And who is this little man? Tell me, am I a grandmother?“

“How dare you show your face here!“ River growled, regretting immediately that she left her gun in the TARDIS. She hadn’t anticipated needing it for babysitting duties.

“I believe you and I have some unfinished business.“ Kovarian retorted. “How is motherhood treating you, Melody? Where is the husband? Leaving you to do all the child care?“

“Right behind you!“ The Doctor called from the doorway, armed with nothing but a bottle of milk. She quickly accessed the situation in front of her, glaring at the unwelcome guest.

“Oh well, not your child then, is it?“ Kovarian retorted with a cruel smirk. “Now then, I think it’s time for some good old fashioned revenge…“ She pulled a gun on them.

Suddenly the light flicked off! Anthony had snuck out from behind River and gone for his favourite game again. River jumped at the opportunity. She flung herself at Kovarian and disarmed her quickly. The moment the light came back on, Kovarian was on the floor and River held her gun to her head.

“Never underestimate a Pond!“ The Doctor grinned and scooped up the child into a tight hug.

“You little monster!“ Kovarian spat.

“If anyone is a monster here, Madame Kovarian, it’s you.“ River retorted icily.

--

“Surprisingly quiet in here… maybe River managed to get him to sleep alright after all…“ Rory mused as he opened the door to the flat and they walked inside. It had been a lovely evening, just what they needed.

“What the…“ Amy stopped dead in her tracks as they stepped into the living room.

“Amelia Pond! And Rory the Roman!“ The Doctor exclaimed and ran towards them, pulling them into bone crushing hugs.

“River?!“ Amy exclaimed, needing an explanation. Who was this woman? What was she doing in their flat? Why did she know who they were? And why was Madame Kovarian tied to a chair in the middle of their lounge?!

“What can I say… Mum, Dad… when my husband regenerated into a hot blonde I started batting for the other team, hope that’s alright with you.“ River answered, gesturing to the Doctor who grinned widely, barely able to contain her excitement.

“What?!“ Amy and Rory exclaimed in unison.

“She didn’t want to tell you I was here cause she thought you’d be worried we’d set the place on fire…“ River explained a little bit more apologetically.

“Instead you have a tied up Madame Kovarian in our living room?!“ Amy gestured to the unwelcome guest.

“Ouch!“ Kovarian groaned when Anthony chucked a building block at her.

“Good shot, mate!“ The Doctor grinned and gave him a high five. Of course, Anthony had refused to go to bed after the excitement.

“Sorry, just got to finish building this transdimensional teleport. Teaching Anthony the basics of temporal engineering as we go. One way trip to Stormcage.“ River explained, gesturing to a circle of electrical components that had been erected around Kovarian. Long cables connected it to the TARDIS. “Unless I get the coordinates wrong… might end up in a sun instead…“ She mused.

“Melody, don’t do it, I…“ Kovarian pleaded.

“You have threatened my family for the last time. This is goodbye, Madame Kovarian, for the last time.“ River finished attaching the cables.

“Good riddance!“ Rory mumbled in agreement.

“Anthony!“ Amy called when the toddler skipped forward and hit a big red button on the contraption. Something no child would be able to resist. Kovarian disappeared in a flash of light!

“Was the teleport even calibrated?!“ The Doctor looked to River who gave a little shrug.

“I’ll check up on her when I’m in Stormcage next… she may have ended up in the cantina rather than an actual cell… but never mind.“ She looked to her parents. “So, how was your date?“

“Certainly less eventful than this.“ Amy shook her head in disbelief.

“Come on, mate, let’s get you to bed.“ The Doctor scooped Anthony up who nuzzled into her neck.

“Doc-tor.“

[mageofseven]

This is part two! Satan and Asmo's parts are below the cut. Enjoy~

Part 1 | Part 3

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Satan:

MC had a lot of stomach aches with the nausea. Even when she wasn't puking, her days were spent with this twisted feeling in her stomach.

From month three on, it turned into some bad cramping. It made no sense to the couple, but a heating pad and some cuddles usually helped her.

By month five, it was something so much worse. It evolved into episodes of MC hugging her stomach and screaming in pain. The woman was terrified when it first happened, crying as she thought she was losing her baby.

That wasn't what was happening though, evident to her boyfriend as he noticed bruises forming on her stomach during these episodes.

Satan didn't fully understand what was happening, but believed it wasn't what MC thought.

There was nothing he could do but hold her close and try comforting her through the pain. The episode lasted a little less than an hour and most of her stomach was left black and blue with bruises.

The demon mixed some magical ingredients together in order to make a cream to heal most of her bruises. As he rubbed it over her belly, he softly explained how it was going to help her current issue and that he was going to read up on what he can do to prevent another episode. The woman sniffled, but nodded.

None of his books really told him how to prevent such a thing however. Instead, it gave him directions on how to figure out the direct cause of such episodes.

The blonde ends up drawing a rune around her navel, which according to the book, should gather the data needed. After another episode, that is. He didn't want his Kitten to have to go through such an experience again, but it seemed that it was the only option.

For better or worse, the couple didn't have to wait long; MC had another episode later that evening. Once again, he held her close as she screamed and cried in his arms. This time, the rune glowed, signaling that it was collecting data.

After another hour of this, the pain stopped and her belly was riddled with bruises once again.

Satan didn't let go yet; he just continued to hold her close and kiss her face as her cries softened. When she was calmer, he gave one final kiss to her forehead before getting up from the bed and lifting her shirt.

He laid his hand on her belly, right over the rune, and his green eyes glowed as he absorbed the magical energy that transported the knowledge to him.

This... was not the answer he suspected, but somehow the demon felt he should have known.

The baby was fine physically, but emotionally was a different issue.

MC's body wasn't absorbing the dark energy needed for their baby's soul fast enough, causing their child to... well, get angry.

The Avatar of Wrath's baby inherited his anger issues and was essentially punishing their mother for something out of her control.

The blonde scowled. His Kitten had been writhing in pain for two hours today because their child decided to throw a tantrum inside of her?

"Satan?"

The demon took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He cannot lose his temper now; not when MC needs him.

"Just a minute."

He let himself focus on his breathing, calming himself before opening his eyes and meeting his girlfriend's.

"I'm sorry, Kitten." He sighed. "It's... the baby seems to be having a hard time at the moment."

The man explains the issue to her and the woman's eyes went wide.

"So it's my fault?" She asked. "I'm not giving our baby the energy it needs fast enough?"

"No, Kitten." Satan sat back down next to her. "This isn't your fault; your body is just on the slow side with the absorption. It just needs time to catch up."

The man's mind went back to the conversation the two of them had months ago, back when they discovered that this pregnancy could be dangerous for her.

MC had said that she wanted to risk it no matter what... but maybe now that she knows what she'll have to endure for now on, maybe she'll change her mind?

"Kitten..." He called out to her slowly, grabbing her hand. "Now that you've experienced this... do you still want to go through with it?"

The woman tensed up.

"... What do you mean?"

"You don't have to have this baby. If it's too much for you, we can--"

"No." MC pushed away from him and sat with her back pressed to the window.

He watched her for a moment before sighing.

"I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again."

The two sat in silence for a while. Neither moved, neither spoke. Finally, MC did.

"Do you... not want our baby?"

She finally asked the question that had taken up space in her brain for months. All of this time, Satan had been sweet to her and taken care of her well... but never did he express any attachment to their child.

Whenever she spoke about them before that day, Satan would always stop what he was doing and speak in a careful, neutral tone. It got the point that she was afraid to even speak about the baby to him at all.

The demon pursed his lips. The truth... was that he didn't think he did. His interactions with children have been limited and what he did never inspired any paternal instincts in him.

However, he couldn't tell MC this, not when this child was obviously so important to her.

"I want to do what makes you happy." He said carefully. "And... I'm rather unsure about how I'll be as a father, but I'm willing to try for you."

Another moment of silence hung in the air.

"A...Are you scared?" She asked softly.

"I... don't know." He answered truthfully.

In all honesty, emotions were a difficult thing for the Avatar of Wrath to understand. Maybe it was because of how he was born, but labeling and identifying his emotions was quite a chore for him.

Anger, he understood well, and because of MC, happiness wasn't such a foreign feeling to him either, but everything else was... quite challenging to understand within him.

MC crawled over to his side of the bed. Satan didn't hesitate to pull her onto his lap. The two sat there, tightly embracing one another.

"It'll gonna be okay." The woman whispered. "We can make it through this; the three of us will be happy."

Oh Kitten. Here she was, comforting him when things looked so dark for herself. He pulled back just enough to give her a sweet kiss.

From there after, Satan looked up what he could do to help his Kitten with her episodes. They really didn't have a lot of options. Most potions that his books recommended weren't entirely human-safe and he wasn't about to make such a gamble with her.

There was one thing they could try though. The man raised an eyebrow when he read it.

"What is it?"

The blonde looked up at his girlfriend.

"The book suggests that I could... talk to our child."

The woman blushed.

"So... you'd be talking to my belly during those episodes?"

He sighed.

"It appears so."

He was a bit awkward with it, but he tried it during her next episode. And it actually worked.

What lasted about an hour for both sessions before this only lasted a little less than ten minutes.

The man was quite surprised, but still comforted his Kitten before putting his hand on the rune.

It... his child felt a sense of peace and comfort at his voice. It was hard to understand fully what his child was feeling, but it seemed as if under all their anger was another core emotion: fear.

Their child was scared and felt comforted by his voice.

Something in him shifted at this news. He... wanted to protect his child from the fear in their heart.

And so, his stance on this pregnancy had changed dramatically. Everything he did was for his girlfriend and their child.

The couple had cute moments where Satan would gently lay his ear on her belly and listen to the baby's little movements.

He'd talk to them even outside of the episodes, telling them that they were safe and loved, causing the episodes to happen less often

And when one would spring up, he was no longer all that awkward with soothing his child, except during the first time he had to do it around his brothers (it happened at dinner time and scared his brothers half to death to see MC in pain, but later they teased him, saying they didn't know he could speak so tenderly).

Satan didn't know if he could be a good father... but acknowledged that now was the time to try.

Good End:

The remaining months were mostly uneventful for the couple. MC was a bit overdue so her body could catch up on the spiritual energy absorption, but only by about two weeks. She was sore and uncomfortable, but still in positive spirits. Satan was as well, but it would be a lie to say there wasn't some anxiety mixed in there. When his girlfriend finally went into labor, he was very calm and dependable.

About seven hours later, MC was holding their daughter. She had her Daddy's blonde hair and Mama's eyes, even the beginning of a pair of horns, just like Satan's. The man was lost in the preciousness of his daughter. When asked if he wanted to hold her however, he declined. He... didn't want to risk hurting her.

"It's okay." MC cajoled. "I know you're a lot more gentle than you think. Plus, this is how you two bond."

The demon pursed his lips, but nodded. He carefully took his daughter from MC and held her close.

"Hello, Amelie." He used her name. "It's okay now; you're safe."

Bad End:

The labor took too much out of MC. Their baby's head was stuck inside of her and upon further inspection, they found out she was being cut on the inside by their child's horns. She was losing too much blood.

"Satan... get them out... please." After hours of screaming in pain, his girlfriend's voice was hoarse. "Save them..."

The woman's head fell to the side and the man started panicking. He called out to her as he checked if she was breathing. But she wasn't. Her last breath was used to beg him for their child's life.

Tears fell from the man's eyes, but he only gave himself a moment of this before wiping his tears on his sleeve and heading back down below. Knowing that he didn't have to worry about causing her pain anymore, he reached in and carefully pulled out the baby. Her insides were getting cut up more, but it no longer mattered.

He collapsed on the floor with his daughter now in his arms. As the two cried together, the demon didn't realised at first that he transformed, but suddenly felt the need to wail from the very core of his being. And he did. And he preceded trash his room. Knocking over book piles, snapping the wooden bookshelves, even break his window.

He was stopped by Lucifer. He didn't even realize when the older demon came in, but there he stood with a hand on his shoulder. And that's when he heard it. His daughter's panicked sobs from within his arms.

He had frightened her. His daughter was just born and the first thing he did was scare her. After all those moments he spoke to her while she was inside her mother, after telling her over and over again that he would keep her safe, he was the very first danger she perceived in this world.

The fourth brother collapsed into Lucifer's arms, surprising the older demon. He still held the blonde tightly though and let him cry.

Two years passed. Not a single day went by when Satan didn't think of MC. Every milestone their daughter hit, the man couldn't help thinking of MC and how she should be there to see it.

One day while Satan was in the library, he heard commotion coming from out in the living room. He had left Amelie in Asmo's care so he could have some reading time by himself, but somehow it escalated into something.

He rushed to find the one of the stands broken at their legs and the china cabinet's glass shattered. And Lucifer restraining an angry Amelie. One look at the scene told him everything he needed to know. This was her first destructive tantrum. Asmo couldn't handle it so he roped in Lucifer, who was restraining his daughter in the exact same way that he used to restrain Satan when he was a child. And that set the man off.

Satan remembered being in the exact position as his daughter and knew how frightening it was to have a big man screaming in your face while restraining you. The blonde transformed and launched himself at his older brother. Hand against Lucifer's throat, but more in warning than in attack, then said

"Not. My. Daughter."

The blonde looked straight into the older man's eyes as he said it. He let his words set in for a minute before letting go and scooping up his sobbing daughter from the floor. He carried Amelie off to her room, the very room that was once her mother's.

The Avatar of Wrath learned the true meaning of his title, thanks to his daughter. Years ago when MC carried her, Satan learned that underneath all of her anger was pain and fear. Through this, he learned the same for himself. Satan was created by the anger Lucifer felt at his Father's decisions and his sister leaving his life the way she did. He was so overwhelmed by it all though he never looked close enough to see the real emotions that he was feeling. Pain and fear. The first brother just wanted to get rid of it all now. Because of that, Satan never knew before what his anger really was. But now he does and that was what his daughter taught him.

"Shh, it's okay, Kitten." He soothed his daughter, using the same nickname that he used to give her mother. "Daddy's here. No one's going to hurt you."

Asmodeus:

Starting during the beginning of her second trimester, MC was... difficult to be around

It seemed as if every little thing the Avatar of Lust said just set her off, either with anger or tears or both.

Wanting to avoid conflict and the stress of such interactions, the man started to avoid her

Eventually his brothers started guilt tripping him for it though because without Asmo, the human was a lonely mess and it was hard for them to watch.

Why should he be around her though if he always seemed to upset her?

This lasted a couple weeks.

He couldn't stand being around his brothers anymore either so he left the house as often as possible.

One night, he came back late from a party. He headed to his room and found that MC was still awake, crying in bed at 2am.

"Doll?"

He heard a few sniffles, but otherwise received no answer.

Hearing her cry broke his heart; that was part of why he had been avoiding her.

In this moment though... he realized that he couldn't keep doing this. He promised that he would take care of his Dolly... but look at what he's been doing.

The man got in bed and pulled his girlfriend to his chest.

"Y-You don't love me." She said in a shaky voice.

"Doll, you know that's not true--"

"Then why do you abandon me?"

The woman cried into his chest. His heart ached at the sound as he rubbed her back.

"I don't know how to help." He admitted. "And... it makes me so sad to know that I can't help my Dolly."

The fifth brother starts giving her little kisses, starting from her neck and working up to her jaw till his lips were at her ear.

"You know I would kiss away your pain if I could." He whispered.

"I know."

The woman pulled back and laid a hand on his cheek.

"For now... just don't leave me. Please."

And so he didn't. As difficult as it was, the demon stayed by her side. Even when she burst into tears. Even when she'd snap at him over minor things or things that was not his fault to begin with, he stuck by her. MC tried her best to remind him how much she appreciated that.

It was the start of her fifth month when things started to get more complicated.

The two were in their room. Asmo was giving his Doll a back massage, trying to get her to relax after a day of feeling sore and tense.

"Moooommmy."

The woman jumped. Her boyfriend frowned.

"Are you hurting there, Doll?" He asked, wondering that last spot her rubbed was too sore for her.

"Didn't you hear that?" She asked, staring towards the door where she heard the voice.

Asmo continued to rub her back, focusing more near her shoulders now.

"No, but it was probably just one of my brothers." He stopped to lay a kiss on her shoulder. "Don't be so jumpy; you're fine, Honey."

The woman didn't say a thing, just tried to forget the voice that she swore she heard. But she couldn't.

Later that night, the woman was having trouble sleeping. It seemed like all her baby did was stretch and kick inside of her, waking her up if she so much as dozed off for a second.

"Mooommmy."

She heard the voice again, but this time it was accompanied by a knock on her door. MC froze. Another knock. She looked over to her sleeping boyfriend before slowly leaving his arms and their bed as she approached the door.

She slowly opened it before finding a boy in the hallway. He had four little black wings and two horns just like Asmo's, but eyes that were eerily similar to MC's.

"Mommy, I can't sleep... let's go play!"

And with that, the boy started running down the hallway.

"W-Wait!"

The woman chased after the child and had to do a hard turn for the stairs, causing her to lose her balance and trip.

Luckily, Satan was right there to catch her.

Before the man even spoke, MC started telling him about the child running around House of Lamentation.

Satan raised his eyebrows at her.

"MC... there is no child in House of Lamentation." He told her. "And if he was running down the stairs, I would have seen him pass me."

MC just stared at him. How could he not have seen the boy? He--

"Mommy, are you okay?" The little boy asked her, standing right next to her and Satan now.

The woman pointed down at the child, eyes wide.

"He's right there! Satan, please tell me you see him."

The blonde looked down at where the human pointed, but merely saw the wall next to them.

"...MC, I think you need some sleep."

The woman gripped his arm.

"Satan. Please. He's right there." The woman pleaded. "He has Asmo's wings and horns and he... calls me Mommy. Please believe me."

The demon's eyes widened.

"In that case... please come to my room."

The fourth brother led her down the hall. Just as he opened his door, Asmo called down to her.

"Doll! Now what are you doing awake?" He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her. "Is your anxiety acting up again?"

"Asmo, you come inside as well." Satan spoke up before MC could.

"Eh? Why?" The Avatar of Lust raised an eyebrow, but still followed him into the room.

Satan never answered, just had MC sit down on his bed as he searched through various stacks of books. Asmo sat next to his girlfriend.

"Hey, I don't know what the issue is, but you'll be okay." He told his girlfriend before laying his hand on her belly. The baby kicked underneath his hand and the man smiled. "See? Our baby thinks so too~"

"I like it when Daddy pays attention to me."

Suddenly the little boy was in front of them, smiling.

In that moment, it truly became undeniable who he was.

MC started crying as she stared at the boy.

"Doll?" Asmo laid a hand on her cheek. "Honey, please look at me; its okay."

The little boy stepped back as Satan approached with the correct book, opened to the page he needed.

"Okay, now I need you to lift up your shirt." He told her.

"Aww, Satan!" His brother grinned. "I know MC is beautiful but--"

"I just need to draw a rune on her stomach, Asmo." The blonde sighed, too tired to deal with him.

"Just... please wait a minute, okay?" MC told her boyfriend before lifting her shirt.

Satan drew a rune around her navel. Upon completion, it glowed. The blonde raised an eyebrow at that before laying his hand over the rune.

His eyes glowed. The room was quiet for a full minute before he lifted his hand.

"Well, I now know you weren't wrong before." The blonde admitted. "You really were seeing a child. Your own, in fact."

"Huh??" The fifth brother looked to his girlfriend. "What did I miss?"

The little boy poked around the blonde demon to look at her.

"Azzy..." The woman kept her eyes on the child, but still spoke to her boyfriend. "I see our son. Right in front of me."

MC explained what happened while he was asleep. Her boyfriend gave a huge grin.

"Oh my devil, you can see him?? You're so lucky!"

At that the woman smiled back. It was all a bit unnerving, but... yeah, she was.

Tears started falling from her eyes, but they were happy tears.

Asmo leaned in and kissed each one away.

"What does he look like? Tell me, Doll." He asked sweetly.

"He... he has your wavy hair, but it's my color." She sniffled. "He has my eyes too, but also your wings and horns... he's beautiful."

Her son smiled at her as she said that. She reached out to touch him, but was stopped by Satan.

"He's not really there, MC." Satan spoke up. "You're child is merely using a vision of himself that you built in your head to project himself in front of you."

She lowered her hand.

"But... why?"

Satan sighed.

"I'm afraid his motivations are out of my realm of knowledge. However, this is one of the more dangerous symptoms for demonic pregnancies that you could get."

"Wait... how?"

"MC, you almost fell down the stairs." He reminded her. "Your connection and worry for your child almost led you to getting hurt. This child has yet to actually experience this world and doesn't realize all the ways it can lead you to hurt yourself or even to your death."

"I wouldn't hurt Mommy!" Her son came closer to hug her leg and the woman swore that she could feel it.

"He wouldn't hurt me." MC spoke up for her son.

"Maybe not purposefully," The blonde explained. "But it's too ignorant about it's surroundings. You need to focus on where you're going and what you are doing more to make up for it."

The forth brother looked to Asmo.

"You need to watch out for her. The last thing we need is this child leading her into some lake to drown or something like that."

The fifth brother was quiet.

"Azzy?" MC called out to him.

Asmo plastered on a smile.

"Right, right, sorry."

The fifth brother was worried, but kept a close eye on MC during the following months. There were a few close calls. That day they went out shopping and MC found herself following their son to a harsher part of the Devildom. The time he caught her trying to climb out the window because she saw their son on the roof. The time she chased their son out to the forest behind House of Lamentation and almost got attacked by some of the dark wildlife. And many more events

It all scared the man. He cried more than a handful of times because he just barely made it in time to save her. At the same time, he wasn't mad at her though; he knew that she was compelled so strongly to follow their son when he showed up. The woman simply couldn't help it.

By the end of her pregnancy, Asmo was more stressed than he has ever been. His skin even broke out from all of the stress he felt and the man acted like it was the death of him.

Good End:

The day MC told him that her water broke, this man was relieved.

"Like, finally! Get out here before I start losing my hair too!" He joked. Or well, half-joked.

His girlfriend laughed at his words, before another pain hit her. Asmo gave her his hand to squeezed. During the whole labor, he gave her little kisses on her face and all the positive affirmations she needed; always telling her how well she doing and how close their son was to being in the world thanks to her.

Five hours later, crying filled the room as their son was finally pushed out into the world. Just as MC had originally saw, the baby had her hair and eye color, but his dad's wings and horns.

Asmo stared at this beautiful woman of his, holding his equally beautiful child, and the man couldn't help but cry. He remembered all those months ago, back when they found out she was pregnant, how thrilled he was for this baby... and how his heart sank later on when he found out the pregnancy might be dangerous for her.

"Doll... do you really have to do this?" He smiled at her, but it was filled with just as much anxiety as he felt. "We don't have to risk it; we can still be happy without any children."

"I can't believe I'm hearing this right now. What happened to the man from hours ago that was so happy for our baby that he was near tears?"

Asmo reached out to her, but she shook him off.

"Azzy... I need this baby. Please accept that."

Now, all he could think was the fact that this moment was only a reality because of her. Because MC decided to fight for this, fight for their son, even when Asmo himself was too afraid to.

"Azzy? Hey..." MC adjusted her hold on their son before reaching out and wiping a tear from his cheek. "It's okay. Everything worked out."

Asmo smiled before leaning in to give her a sweet kiss then give a gentle one to the top of their son's head.

"I know. And it's all because of you, Doll." He said sweetly. "Thank you for fighting for him even when I was too scared to. He's beautiful. Just as beautiful as you said."

The two end up naming their son Liam.

Bad End:

"You're not listening to me!" MC screamed at her boyfriend.

"Oh honey, it's hard not to listen when you're fucking yelling."

The woman pushed past him and ran out of the room, crying. Asmo leaned against the wall and gave a deep groan. Even after all this time, he really wasn't good at handling these moments. He knew it wasn't his girlfriend's fault that she was so moody. Pregnancy in general tends to make women a bit hormonal, but she had it so much harder because it was his kid she was pregnant with. Satan once told him it was a side effect related to him or rather, with Lust Demons in general. He and his kind could be very dramatic and he knew it, but never did he truly see it as a bad thing until now.

The demon knew he had to be more patient with his Dolly. I mean, it wasn't her fault she was so moody all of the time; it was his. That fact didn't make it any easier to deal with though. The man stood there, debating how long he should wait before going after her. On one hand, he really felt that she needed to cool down. On the other, he knew he had to keep an eye on her in case their son takes her somewhere he shouldn't.

The man decided to give her another couple minutes, for both her nerves and his own. After about five minutes, he sighed and went upstairs to their bedroom to check on her.

"Doll?" He said through the door. "Dolly, I'm sorry. Can we talk please?"

No answer. Asmo opened the door to discover their room to be empty. His eyes widened. She always goes to their room after a fight. So where is she? The man started checking everywhere in the house and I mean everywhere. When she never turned up, he tried calling her phone. No answer. Freaking out, the demon called Lucifer, who answered on the 11th ring because he was in a meeting with Diavolo. When the first brother heard his brother's plight however, his annoyance shifted to worry. Lucifer excused himself from the meeting and rushed home.

The Avatar of Pride ended up using tracking magic to locate MC. They found her out in the forest behind House of Lamentation. At least... what was left of her. The poor woman was attacked by a Chiropteran, a giant, almost orcish like creature with bat wings. Their baby didn't survive either.

Asmo grabbed a hold of her body and sobbed heavily. She's gone... MC was gone, their baby was gone... all because he lost his patience with her. It was his fault. He lost the woman who tried to give him everything, even a child despite the dangers to herself, because he couldn't handle her being just a bit moody.

The Avatar of Lust spent weeks in his room, shutting himself away more than even Levi. Then one day, he came out and acted as if none of it happened. He refused to talk about MC or their son or even acknowledge that ever existed. He started going to parties again and sleeping with succubi and living life with his old "Me Me Me" mentality again, like before he and MC dated. And he never got close to anyone ever again. Because that was what he thought was safest for himself and others. After all, the one time he tried to take care of someone that wasn't himself, they died and now he cannot even bring himself to say their name.

~

Part 1 | Part 3

[michelangelinden]

don’t come into a man’s house and insult his shampoo (unless it’s you boyfriend’s)

Hello @fighttoshine

I hope you had a great willex week!! I wrote you some soft willex for the gift exchange, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

you’ll find the AO3 link in a reblog! (also thanks to @iti-iskuna for beta reading, love you bro)

  “I’m sorry, what?“

  Alex sits up from his slouch on the sofa, holding his phone closer to his ear. He can hear Willie sigh on the other end of the line.

  “I broke my wrist trying to skate off the hill on Bradbury Road.”

  Alex scoffs. Unbelievable.

  “After I told you three times that you shouldn’t because you’ll fall and break something, you actually did it and fucking broke something?” Alex groans and closes his eyes, dragging a hand over his face dramatically. “I don’t want to say it, but I really want to say it.”

  “Say it.”

  “I told you so.”

  Willie sighs again, but Alex can hear him laugh a little. At least someone is amused by this.

  “Yeah, you did,” Willie agrees after a moment.

  “Where are you now? Did you go to the hospital? Should I come over? I –“ Willie cuts him off with a laugh. Alex clears his throat.

  “Calm down, will you? I’m fine.” Willie pauses for Alex to let out a breath of relief. “Yes, I went to the hospital, my wrist is in cast now and I want you to be the first person to sign it.” Alex doesn’t know if he wants to laugh at that or sigh again. “I’m at home now and I’m fine, Alex, you don’t have to come over. I’ll –“ Alex hears him breathe in and out quickly, “I’ll manage.”

  “You don’t sound too convinced yourself,” Alex says with a small laugh. “Just call me, if you need me, okay? I don’t have to work today, so I’m pretty much available all day.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind. Now go be bored or whatever you do on free days, I’ll call you later, okay?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Bye, hotdog.”

  Alex huffs out a laugh.

  “See you, speed bump”, he says and hangs up after that.

  As soon as he drops his phone next to him he slumps back into the sofa cushions, rubbing his eyes. Willie is such an idiot. Why the hell is he dating him?

 ***

   It’s not even an hour later that Willie calls him again.

  “When you told me you’d call me ‘later’ I didn’t expect you for another hour or two.” Alex is standing at the open fridge, his phone on speaker on the kitchen counter.

  “Shut up”, Willie says and Alex can hear him breathing heavily. He turns to the phone with a frown.

  “Are you okay? Why are you out of breath?”

  “I –“ Willie has to take another breath before continuing, ”I tried to take a shower. Did the whole- wrapped the cast in a plastic bag, couldn’t open a single bottle,” he swallows audibly, “so I tried to hold it between my legs.  “Alex closes his eyes, afraid of what’s to come. “Almost slipped twice!” Willie pauses. “And then I gave up.”

  Alex heaves a sigh. He feared the worst: that Willie’s in the hospital again because he cracked his skull open or something equally as horrible.

  “So?”, he asks eventually, after the silence grows into a solid minute.

  “I need your help.”

  He fucking knew it. But he doesn’t say it again, so he just laughs a little.

  “I’ll hurry.”

  “Please don’t, I need more time to be embarrassed.” He sounds so tired.

  “See you in a bit,” Alex says with a smile.

  A pause lingers on the other end.

  “Yeah, whatever,” Willie answers but Alex can still hear his smile.

 ***

  Willie sure is a sight when he opens the door for Alex half an hour later. Alex tries to hold back a laugh but can’t help smirking when he sees him.

  Willie's hair is in the absolute worst bun ever: half his hair is falling out and framing his face. He’s wearing bright red boxer shorts and a short-sleeved patterned button up, with only half the buttons done and most of them in the wrong holes, too. But his expression is the best – he looks so tired and so alert at the same time, as if some new challenge would jump at him at any second, his nose flaring with every breath he takes, his lips pressed into a tight line.

  “You,” Alex starts, gesturing with his hand up and down Willie's body, “look a mess.”

  “I am a mess, Alex!” Willie answers pointedly.

  For a moment they just stare at each other, Alex with half of a lopsided grin on his face, Willie still looking grumpy.

  It takes another moment before all of the tension and energy leaves Willie's body and he slumps forward into him, Alex just barely catching him so that they don’t topple over into the hallway. Willie has his arms hooked tightly around Alex’s torso, his face pressed into his shoulder. Alex’s brain takes a second to catch up, but then he loops an arm around Willie's back, rubbing a hand over his shoulder, holding the back of his head gently with the other.

  “Hey,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. Willie squeezes him a little tighter and Alex feels the cast on his right hand press into his back.

  Willie heaves a sigh.

  “I broke my wrist again,” he says, followed by an empty chuckle. Alex can’t help but smile a little and squeezes him back.

  “Yeah,” he answers, his amusement noticeable through his voice. Willie sighs again.

  “I’m 23.” His words are muffled by Alex jacket, but he can hear his disappointment clearly. It’s not the first time something like this has happened. From what Willie has told him since they got to know each other, he’s broken nearly every bone in his body at least once. Doesn’t make it any more fun when it happens again and again.

  “It was a skateboard accident. Those things happen.”

  Willie loosens his grip around Alex and pulls back a little, looking up at him.

  “Are you mad?”

  Alex is only a little mad. It was an accident, yes, but a stupid one, that could have easily been avoided. But Willie's eyes look soft and the corners of his mouth are drooping slightly and suddenly, Alex isn’t that mad anymore.

  “Not enough,” he tells him honestly. A smile flicks across Willie's face, causing him to giggle quietly. Warmth blooms in Alex’s chest at the sight and he leans forward without thinking, pressing a soft kiss onto Willie's forehead, his lips lingering for a second, before he pulls back again. The smile is now stuck to Willie's lips as his gaze meets Alex’s again, and he calls that a success.

  “Let’s get you inside, huh?”, he says then, letting Willie take the lead in pulling away from their hug and offering his hand for him to take, following him into his apartment.

  Inside Alex toes off his sneakers and shrugs off his jacket before steering Willie into his kitchen. He lifts him easily, planting him onto the kitchen counter and letting him talk about what happened exactly, while he busies himself with making tea for both of them.

  Willie tells him about the original dare from one of his skater friends Alex tried to talk him out of for days, how his ride down the hill started out okay and then went – well, downhill, quite literally, pretty fast. Alex sucks in a breath when Willie mentions the rock he oversaw and how he smoothly landed in the soft grass, only for his wrist to be at a too awkward an angle to be healthy. One of his friends took him to the hospital and Alex smiled in relief when Willie tells him that the nurses said it wasn’t that bad, just, you know, broken, and his wrist had to stay in a cast for a few weeks. The pain isn’t even that bad, Willie also tells him, and his painkillers aren’t that strong either.

  After he hands him a mug and Willie takes a generous sip, Alex steps between his legs, gently lifting Willie's bandaged wrist to look at it closer up. Everything looks perfectly in place, giving Alex not a single think to worry about, apart from the broken bone it covers. He sighs and carefully lets go of the cast, placing his hands on Willie's hips and looking up to meet his gaze.

  “You’re an idiot”, he says, but his voice is warm and tender and he doesn’t sound upset in the slightest.

  Willie puts his mug down and lifts his arms, laying them on Alex’s shoulders, the fingers of his healthy hand brushing through the hair on the back of his head.

  “I know,” he answers and leans down to kiss him, but Alex’s eyes catch something else and he has to pull back a little. He doesn’t give Willie the chance to be confused before his hands come up to the front of his shirt.

  “This,” he starts, fiddling with one of the buttons, “bothers me.” He unbuttons it quickly and slips it through the correct hole one further up, before continuing with the ones below.

  Willie chuckles slightly, watching Alex’s fingers as he continues to button up his shirt correctly.

  “Better,” Alex says eventually and smooths down the fabric over Willie's chest. His hands trail upwards until they settle on Willie's jaw.

  “Thanks”, Willie whispers. He leans forward again, finally connecting their lips. Warmth grows around them as they kiss, the smell of green tea and Willie's cologne settling in Alex’s mind, driving him to push further into him, parting his lips slightly. Willie welcomes him, the hand on the back of Alex’s head pulling him closer, before he pulls back the tiniest bit.

  “You have to help me wash my hair,” Willie says as they separate and Alex’s head drops to his chest, laughter tumbling from his lips. Willie laughs, too, and for a moment their voices echo through the kitchen.

  “I-,“ Alex starts, calming down again, “yes, I will help you wash your hair.” He tugs a strand of hair behind Willie's ear, maybe to prove his point or maybe just because he wants to.

  “Thank you,” Willie answers, giving him a last peck on the lips, before pulling his hands back and grabbing his mug again.

  They finish their tea quickly, before Willie jumps off the counter and leads Alex into the bathroom.

  Alex has stayed over a few times before, so he’s taken the occasional shower here. He’s just never really thought about the amount of hair care products Willie owns, up until the point where he has to use them now.

  Willie has sat down in front of the bath, a towel draped over his shoulders, his hair free from his bun and tossed over the edge. Alex is standing next to him, his eyes on the variety of bottles on the ledge.

  “Uh, do you want your hair to be voluminous, shiny or moisturized today?” he asks with a confused frown on his face. Willie chuckles next to him.

  “Take the blue bottle, that’s my go-to shampoo,” Willie tells him and Alex reaches over to grab it, the label reading ‘for strong and healthy hair – coconut and argan oil’. He flicks the cap open to take a sniff, but doesn’t even have to lift it to his nose before the smell hits him right in the face.

  “Oof,” he says immediately, leaning away a little. “How can something that smells so strongly make your hair smell so good?”

  Willie turns towards him with a smirk.

  “You think my hair smells good?”

  Alex feels his cheeks heat up the slightest bit, but he’s not going to get flustered by Willie now.

  “Duh. I’d be worried if it didn’t, with the variety of products you have available.” He turns away from him to unhook the shower head from the wall. When he turns back to him, Willie is slowly running a hand through his hair.

  “It’s really important to me,” he says softly, twisting a strand around his finger before dropping it.

  Alex places the showerhead and the shampoo bottle in the bath, before kneeling down beside him. He places his hand over Willie's on his hair.

  “I know,” he says quietly, matching Willie's voice, “and I love it so much.” Willie turns his head to look at him. “Which is why I’m very glad that you trust me with it.”

  Willie just smiles at him as an answer and Alex squeezes his hand lightly, before removing it. Willie moves his own hand from his hair to the towel clutched around his shoulders, gripping it a little tighter.

  Alex gets up again to turn on the water, struggling a little to turn it so that Willie doesn’t get wet. It doesn’t work immediately; Willie lets out a little squeak as ice-cold water hits him on his bare forearm and he squirms away slightly. Alex angles the water further away from him, hitting himself in the process, and soon they’re both giggling before they even started properly.

  After Alex has finally mastered the water situation and waited for it to get to a comfortable temperature, he crouches back down. He adjusts Willie's hair over the edge of the bath and carefully tilts his head a little further back with a hand on his jaw. Willie squirms a little when the water touches his head, squeezing his eyes shut for a second.

  “Is it still too cold?” Alex asks nervously, pulling the shower head back and holding his hand under the water again.

  “No, I was just surprised,” Willie reassures him. “It’s been a while since someone washed my hair.”

  “When was the last time you’ve been to the hairdresser?” Alex asks as he continues wetting Willie's hair, a lot slower and more careful this time.

  “Uh, I don’t know. Probably when I was like 13 or something.”

  Alex stares at him incredulously. He has been to the hairdresser like four weeks ago.

  “What?” Willie asks, turning his head a little, but Alex tilts it back into its original position. “I cut it myself, I don’t trust people with it. And I normally don’t like when people touch my head, it makes me uncomfortable.”

  Alex pulls his hand from his hair immediately.

  “What?” he says quickly, before Willie can protest. “Why did you never say anything? I’m so sorry.” He now remembers all the times he buried his hands in Willie's hair, casually, when they were kissing or cuddling or –

  “Alex, no” Willie cuts in. “I- I don’t like it when other people touch my hair.” One hand leaves the towel still wrapped around his shoulders and settles on Alex knee, squeezing slightly. “I like it when you do it. I really do.” His eyes find Alex’ and he smiles that honest smile that Alex loves so much. “I promise.”

  Alex heaves a small sigh and Willie huffs a laugh.

  “Okay,” he says, and Willie squeezes his knee again.

  They smile at each other one last time, before Alex gets back to wetting Willie's hair. Willie only jumps a little bit, when the water touches his head again and Alex tilts his head back to get to his roots.

  “Imma give you the whole hairdresser experience”, he says, as he begins awkwardly scrubbing at Willie's scalp.

  “Oh my god, please don’t,” Willie answers, giggling a little.

  When Alex is satisfied with the wetness of Willie's hair, he turns the water off and puts the shower head to the side. He picks up the shampoo bottle again, flicks the cap open but holds it a little further away from him than before, as to not be punched in the face by the smell again.

  “Oh, come one, it’s not that bad,” Willie comments, grinning at Alex’s reaction.

  “It’s just -“, Alex pauses dramatically, “so strong.” He turns the bottle over to squeeze some shampoo into his palm. “What- why is it purple?”

  “I don’t know, man, white would be boring.”

  “White would be normal”, Alex murmurs as he pours out some more, closing the bottle and putting it aside.

  “Hey, you don’t come into a man’s house and insult his shampoo.” Willie turns to look at him and frowns, but the smile on his lips betrays him.

  “You do when it’s your boyfriend.” Alex leans down to give him a peck on the cheek. He feels Willie blush underneath his lips, smiling as he leans back.

  “So. let’s do this then,” he tells himself as begins to distribute the shampoo in Willie's hair. It foams up pretty quickly, Alex’s fingers working it into the strands, the light purple foam hiding them easily.

  It’s an unusual experience for both of them.

  The only person’s hair Alex has ever washed, apart from his own, is his younger sister’s, but he couldn’t have been much older than eight when that happened the last time. Willie's hair is longer than hers, too, and although he knows the feeling of it underneath his skin, knows how it acts when he runs his fingers through it, it feels completely different now that it’s wet and soapy.

  Willie relaxes more the longer Alex continues his work. His eyes have closed after less than a minute and he’s leaned his head further back, completely pliant under Alex’s hands. Alex watches with a smile as Willie lets out a satisfied sigh.

  “I could get used to this,” he says, his voice almost a whisper.

  “How long do you have to wear your cast?” Alex pulls his hands away from Willie's head and reaches for the shower head.

  “Like four weeks or something.” Willie has opened one eye and is peering at him.

  “Then you might get used to it.” Alex gets up to turn on the water and to test its temperature again, washing the shampoo off his hands in the process. When he deems it comfortable, he turns back to Willie, only to see that both his eyes are open now and he’s looking at Alex with his mouth half open.

  “What?” he asks, anxious that he’s said the wrong thing or done something embarrassing.

  “I love you.”

  Alex blinks at him.

  “You -“ he starts, but stops again. “What?”

  A smile flicks across Willie's face.

  “I lo-“ he starts to repeat but Alex interrupts him.

  “No. No, you can’t just- you can’t just drop that!“ He pauses. “You- wait,” he cuts himself off, noticing the water still running from the shower head in his hand and he turns, shutting the water off and putting it down. Willie follows every movement until Alex drops to his knees next to him and their eyes lock. “What?”

  Willie chuckles. He takes one hand off the towel and takes one of Alex’s, but his hand is still wet and a little slippery, so it doesn’t have the reassuring effect it’s probably supposed to have.

  “I love you, Alex”, Willie repeats, his voice heavy with emotion, his thumb brushing over Alex’s knuckles. It takes all of Alex’s willpower not to surge forward and kiss him.

  “You-, I-“, Alex doesn’t get much further than that before he has to take a breath. “I love you, too,” he says, but where Willie's voice has been strong and sure, Alex’s is soft and honest. His gaze flicks all over Willie's face, watching his eyes crinkle at the sides and his mouth pull into a smile.

  Willie pulls at his hand and Alex understands what he wants, finally leaning forward and kissing him sweetly. His free hand reaches up and settles on the side of his neck, his thumb following his jaw until –

  He pulls back earlier than he wants to, but his thumb touches the shampoo foam still in Willie's hair. He lets out a small laugh.

  “Willie, you’re – you’re so close to getting shampoo in your eyes,” he says, wiping his soapy thumb on the towel around Willie's shoulders.

  Willie laughs and his eyes roll so far upwards that it looks almost comical, trying to spot the shampoo suds slowly trailing down his forehead. Alex moves to get up and starts to pull his hand away from Willie's to start washing his hair out, but he doesn’t get far before Willie pulls at his hand again, very subtly, just to make him turn to him.

  “Hey,” he says when their eyes meet. “I love you.”

  Alex blushes way too fast, the heat blooming in his cheeks all the way up to his ears.

  “I love you, too,” he tells him and squeezes his hand.

  It takes another moment before Alex is fully himself again. Checking the water temperature takes much longer, because his hands are too shaky to adjust it as delicately as before.

  The smiles don’t leave their faces while Alex washes the shampoo out of Willie’s hair and they still don’t when he applies conditioner and they still don’t when he washes that out too. They stay in a comfortable silence, Alex working carefully, Willie staying relaxed and enjoying the comfort of Alex’s gentle hands on his head.

  Alex totally gets why Willie is so attached to his hair. It’s beautiful in every way.

  When he has it in a low bun, small strands framing his face, dancing in the soft breeze surrounding him. When it’s left down and flowy, following him steadily as he runs around the park, turning back to Alex, glowing around his head like a halo. When it’s still and wavy, spread out behind him, a stark contrast to the white pillow, Alex playing with its soft strands when they wake up together. And also, when it’s dark and shiny underneath his hands, following the stream of the water, wrapping around his fingers as if on their own, smoother and softer than it has ever been.

  It doesn’t take them long to finish and soon Willie is handing Alex a t-shirt – not a towel, they’re bad for hair – to dry it a little. Alex tries not to be too rushed with his motions, ignoring his muscle memory and being much slower and more careful than he would be with his own hair.

  “You know, I could probably do that on my own again,” Willie mentions as Alex begins to run a comb through his hair, untangling it strand by strand.

  “I know,” Alex says, his eyes meeting Willie's in the mirror for a quick second before going back to his work. “But it’s part of the process.” He catches Willie's smile out of the corner of his eyes.

  Actually, neither of them have really stopped smiling for the past few minutes.

  “What do you think,” he starts, not looking up this time, “do you want me to braid it?”

  He watches Willie breathe in and nod slightly, fiddling with his unbroken wrist to get off one of the hair ties he always carries around.

  Alex reaches around Willie, places the comb on the edge of the sink and accepts the tie from him, slipping it onto his own wrist. He separates Willie's hair into three sections. He’s never learned how to french-braid, but he’s sure it’s okay if stays simple. His movements aren’t skilled, but still fluid, the repetitive motion settling in his brain. He ties the braid off at the end, pulling the strands apart a little to fluff it up.

  “All done,” he says, running his hand over the back of Willie head one last time, before resting on his shoulders.

  Willie catches his gaze in the mirror, smiling brightly, and he turns around, taking Alex’s arms and putting them around his neck. He snakes his own around Alex’s waist, stepping closer and pressing a kiss to the corner of Alex’s mouth.

  “Thank you,” he whispers, so close that Alex can feel the words on his skin.

  “I love you,” he whispers back, accompanied by a kiss to the top of his cheek.

  “I love you, too.”

  And then Willie kisses him properly.

[writinqgrreys]

Morning Glory

One of her arms lay still in between them, gently grasping at his shirt. The other remained occupied underneath her head despite her soft pillow resting below her. Strands of her brunette hair fell freely across her face; lips, cheeks, and even eyes were all covered with her dark, protective vail. Her eyes remained closed and her pink lips parted slightly. It brought him relief when he’d see a few strands blow back as her breath came from her mouth.

Her eyelashes are extremely long, he’d noticed, tilting his head and studying her position. It’s been about fifteen minutes since he’d woken up, and when he did, he was met with the most beautiful sight ever. She was relaxed, and it seemed like it’d been decades since he’d last seen that.

He enjoyed watching her. It was calming, the calm before the storm that is no doubt going to grace their day. It was a late start day, though, which allowed for him to be able to let her sleep in until the last second. Lord knows she needed it.

He traced around her face, bringing the hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. Still, she didn’t move. Link found himself watching her chest rise and fall to make sure she’s still breathing.

She was, to his relief.

“You know you’re going to have to wake up soon,” he whispered. “Not only because you take three hours to get ready for work, but also because I miss your eyes.”

It was the first thing that drew him to her.

Saying hello to her in that hallway, dorkish-ly waving his robotic arm in a quick act of nervousness, the first thing he noticed were her captivating eyes. He couldn’t decide fast enough if they were blue, green, or gray, but he knew they were beautiful. He’d made a quick note of her name laced into her coat, Amelia Shepherd, and something about her intense stare had him rushing to get out of there so he didn’t say something he’d later learn to regret.

And now he knows no matter what stupid thing he’d said, they still would’ve ended up here.

Her.

Him.

He felt giddy, it was so surreal.

Her breathing shifted. She’s now awake but her eyes aren’t open. The grip she had on his t-shirt tightened and she sighed. Link froze, wondering if she was going to fall right back asleep or reveal her thoughts to him.

“Are you watching me sleep?” she mumbled, disheveled and sleepy.

He hadn’t noticed he was still touching her ear, fiddling with her diamond earring.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” Link apologized.

“You’re watching me sleep,” it was a statement this time, and he saw the corners of her mouth turn up.

Laughing quietly, “you look so peaceful,” he’d whispered in defense, then ran his hand down the side of her body.

“I was but you kept pulling my ear.” it was her turn to laugh, and finally, she opened her eyes. The first thing Amelia saw were his and they shone with almost too much love for her to handle.

“Good morning,” Link smiled.

She grumbled, a little upset from being woken up too soon. “Morning,” she groaned, but allowed for his lip to sneakily capture hers.

Her being awake activated something in Link’s body, and all of his energy sprung him up and out of bed. “Time to get ready for work,” he said energetically.

Groaning, Amelia mumbled something extremely incoherent, and reached out to stop him from getting too far. “No-no. Can’t we just…” she reached her hands to the sky on a yawn, twisting and turning all over the bed. “Stay here a little longer?”

She batted her eyelashes at him and gave him a hopeful smile. Link sighed, taking in her messy appearance and climbed back into bed beside her. Almost instantly, Amelia climbed her way next to him, laying her head on his chest and curling into his body.

He smiled and kissed her hair lovingly. “A few more minutes won’t hurt.”

[shingia]

hihi hello, can you do akaashi with angst prompt 14 please💕🤲 @almalckd i read thru all the prompts and all i can say is that i’ll cry reading a few of them🤠

❝𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 - 𝐚����𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫❞

a/n : if you have anxiety then please keep in mind that what’s written in this fic are not just words i’ve invented for the story’s sake, i consider them to be important things to keep in mind. so from the bottom of my heart : please listen to what akaashi says below <33 (we all know he’s the voice of reason)

prompt 14 : “there used to be such a pretty light in your eyes”

⤷ timeskip! akaashi x reader | angst, comfort ending | word count : 2.4k

(for all my burnt out gifted kids out there <3)

nights had always been the worst. in the darkness of the bedroom, the sobs you were so desperately holding in tore your throat apart every second a little bit more. and the pain did not not stop until you finally allowed yourself to let a sob out, just one before aggressively covering your mouth with a shaky hand. it would have been so much easier to let all this bottled-up sorrow pour out of your body freely. to let the familiar coldness of your tears stream down your cheeks until they let your skin dry and itchy.

but there was a reason why you were forcing sobs down your throat. And that reason was sound asleep next to you. 

akaashi’s peaceful features probably offered an intriguing contract with your anxiety-stricken face. every twenty minutes or so, you felt his arm reach for your side of the bed, eager to find your familiar warmth again, the one he had embraced so tenderly before going to sleep. but you wouldn’t let him, because when your body was not shaken by a series of sobs, your nervous quivering took over ; and either way, you’d wake him up. which was the last thing you wanted.

you turned around in bed for the hundredth time that night, the feeling of your drenched pillow against your cheek like a mocking reminder you of how miserable you were feeling.

« the pride of the family », « the prodigy »… you loathed these ridiculous nicknames. because the pride of the family had fallen off its pedestal years ago. and it had been a long time since the prodigy had not fallen asleep with dry eyes.

you were destined to achieve great things, at least that was what everyone had always told you, and expected you to do. drawing, painting, playing the piano, dancing : you were the best at everything... until you weren’t. your body simply could not take it anymore, and your mind had given up a long time ago.

failing at everything you used to be good at was the first crack. and it deepened at the mere thought of how much of a disappointment you were becoming. the wheels were in motion, full speed towards the abyss.

the second crack appeared when you started med school in kyoto last year. it was the last thing you wanted to do with your life, but you were considered clever enough to succeed. and who wouldn’t want a doctor in the family, right ? right...

« are you sure about that ? » akaashi had asked you the day before you moved.

he had been the only one to notice that something was off. and you knew he would have held you back if you had just been honest about the crippling fear and anxiety that was keeping you up at night. but you didn’t. and you stayed there for almost a year before dropping out.

your parents had welcomed you at the tokyo station. they were smiling when you got off the train, but a voice kept hammering your head you that all you represented now was a waste of talent, time and money. the golden child who had boarded the train had nothing to do with the one who got off. little did they know that the shell you had built around you your whole life had very recently been smashed to pieces.

however, disappointing your family and yourself was one thing, but disappointing the one and only person whose support had never faltered ? that was beyond you. so you thought it was better to try and take some time away from akaashi, because the last thing you wanted was for him to see you for who you were now. he had fallen in love with your talented self, the cheerful bundle of joy that he met on the first day of high school. And that was not yourself anymore.

but letting go did not seem to be in akaashi keiji’s vocabulary. and thank god it wasn’t. he came to visit you the day after you came back. you had spent the entire afternoon bawling your eyes out on your bed. the same bed that you used to happily jump on as a kid, medals shining around your neck. his firm knock on the door pulled your mind away from your misery for a short instant.

« please, open the door » akaashi asked as softly as he could, « i need to see your face »

his voice felt like home, much more than your parent’s house, and they seemed to be the first thing that calmed the racing and painful thoughts which had been invading your head mercilessly for the past weeks.

hand shaking, you turned the keys in the lock before pulling the doorknob down slowly. akaashi did not even have time to look at your swollen eyes and wet cheeks that his arms were already wrapped around your quivering figure. he almost leaped on you like he was afraid you might disappear in a cloud of smoke before his skin could touch yours. 

it had been a year since someone had held you like that. and so you begged him to take you to his apartment, to take you away from between these walls that made you feel like like you didn’t belong.

and there you were, spending your first night with akaashi after more than a year apart, and you were spending it it sobbing in his sheets. how long will it take him to realize he doesn’t love me anymore ? you kept asking yourself. just thinking about this made you break out in cold sweat. you felt like you were about to throw up.

as silently as you could, you got out of bed and walked to his kitchen, shivering at the contact between the cold tiling and your bare feet. you put him in an uncomfortable position, the voice in your head kept whispering. you forced him to accept you here, now he’s stuck with a burden.

shaking the thought away, you poured yourself a glass of water that you drank in one go. you slammed in down on the sink, out of breath, and closed your eyes to take a deep breath in.

but you opened them back as soon as you felt the feeling of a soft blanket slowly wrapping around your shoulders. in the reflection of the window, you could not guess his face, but you could recognize akaashi’s touch better than anything.

« i’m sorry » he whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. « i shouldn’t have let you go »

you turned around slowly, his hands now resting on your lower back, and hugged him back hesitantly, like he was made of glass. ever so gently, he grabbed your hand in his and led you back to the bedroom where he tucked you in securely before laying next to you, never breaking the contact between your skin and his

you still hadn’t uttered a single sound, yet there were a thousand words you wanted to say, and they were all battling in your mind. his slender fingers began to brush your hair absentmindedly, and you felt his chest rise a few times before he spoke again :

« there used to be such a pretty light in your eyes »

his voice was different. imbued with melancholy. it would have been more than enough to make you cry, yet for some obscure reason, your eyes stayed completely dry and you didn’t dare to breathe until he talked again. but he didn’t. akaashi wanted to hear your answer, and he was ready to wait for it.

« i’m exhausted » you said hoarsely « i hate that i let myself fall apart, i should get up on my feet like I always did. but i’m so fucking terrified of failing again. it’s like i put a sword over my own head, and next time i fail, i just know it’ll fall and tear me in half »

as you spoke, your muscles began tensing up once again. You reached for Akaashi’s hand desperately fast and held it in yours as tight as you could just to find the courage of talking again :

« what if i’m not the one you fell in love with anymore ? just look at you, you’re successful, you’re thriving and the only thing i do is to stain your life with my worries. i don’t even expect you to understand, i know they’re stupid... »

these words were barely out of your mouth that he immediately lifted your chin with index and looked into your eyes with the most serious face.

« i understand. everything. because i’m terrified of fucking up, too » he said bluntly « you think I’ve never cried myself to sleep ? everyone has, and it’s perfectly normal, as long as you promise yourself to get back up again. little by little, day by day, because the only thing that matters is right now. and right now you’re safe with me. »

and there they were. the tears. you knew he had obviously seen them as soon as they had prickled the corner of your eyes, but out of habit, you still buried your head in his chest, just because you knew it would hurt him to see you cry.

but Akaashi was having none of that and he kept his finger below your chin to lift it up again.

« you’re hiding yourself because you’re so desperately trying not to worry anyone. but not being alright is fine, and it’s not something to be ashamed of. especially not with me » he told you with kindest eyes you had ever seen. now listen closely : all your thoughts are not facts. you matter, you always have and you always will. and i’ll keep telling you that until you start to believe it. »

« but aren’t you disappointed ? i was holding all the cards but i still fucked it up. and i can’t stop beating myself up over the fact that you wasted time and energy on me »

his thumb carefully wiped the tear that was about to meet your upper lip while the rest of his fingers kept gently stroking the side of your face. you craved his touch and found yourself praying that he’d never let go of you.

« i fell in love with you for what you are, and not what you do. i fell in love with how you’re always bringing the best out of people, starting with me » he answered before placing a kiss on your forehead.

he pulled you closer to his chest once again, and you heard his soothing heartbeat right against your ear.

« remember when all my volleyball team used to make fun of me because i spent hours talking about you ? » he asked, his fingers finding their way back to your hair, « that’s because I wanted everyone to know how great you are. and you know what would make me really happy ? that you’d know it too »

gripping his t-shirt in the palm of your hand, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath in, letting his comforting smell overwhelm your senses.

« i wish i knew it too » you sighed, realizing that the tears had stopped. « maybe it’s weird but... i feel like a piece of coal that people desperately wanted to turn into diamond. but nobody ever talks about coal that doesn’t do well under pressure. what do you do with it ? »

as you spoke, your voice became lower and lower until it completely faded in the night. akaashi’s heartbeat sounded farther away the more your thoughts started to wander. for the first time in a long time, the goosebumps on your arms had disappeared. lying in the soft silence of his love, it felt safe to surrender to sleep.

the next day, you woke up alone, still wrapped in the warm sheets that still carried the faint smell of akaashi’s perfume. the blinds were closed but you only had to follow the light that came from the kitchen to find your boyfriend sat at the table, his eyes fixed on the lines of the book opened in front of him.

« good morning » you told him with a faint smile.

« good morning. remember what you said last night ? » he asked you out of the blue, sounding like he had been waiting to ask you this for a few hours now. « about what people did with coal ? »

you raised an eyebrow, confused yet melting in front of the obvious excitement he was trying to conceal. you nodded your head yes, you had vague memories of asking him that before drifting off. he stood up and walked to the counter, you watched him grab a piece of paper that he put on the table, right in front of you.

it was a sketch. and it was hard not to recognize that the intersecting black lines looked very much like you, sound asleep. your chin started trembling as your eyes lingered on how every stroke of the pen fell into place to depict your peaceful features. you knew it had been more than a year since you had such an expression on your face.

when your gaze fell again on akaashi, he was getting something out of his hoodie’s pocket, which you recognized to be a jet black charcoal pencil - right before noticing that the tip of his fingers were, indeed, stained with black.

« i didn’t have coal, but I thought charcoal was close enough » he told you with a shy smile.

you bit your lower lip to prevent your eyes from getting teary, because right now you didn’t want anything to blur your vision, you wanted to be able to see every inch of his face before giving him the tightest hug you had ever given. his voice reached your ear :

« hey, i think I just saw the pretty light »

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Baked With Love

AN: Written to ‘my tears ricochet’ by Taylor Swift (please stop by if you want to scream about folklore lol) 1.3k

Summary: When the missing hurts enough to bake banana bread.

angst/fluff/established relationship

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It’s just that you missed him. Even though he was close by, on the other side of a painted wall, with no idea that you were feeling so alone. Because even when he was back home and it made sense to look forward to spending time together, it didn’t happen in the way you expected it to. His headphones covered his ears, leaning over the computers and production devices you still barely knew anything about, despite his attempts to teach you. And you wanted to learn, you know? Because it was important to understand everything about him, but maybe you wanted to know those things more than he realized.

You woke up on the third morning, keeping your eyes shut as your hand ran along the cool sheets beside you. Where he had been laying. But his body had been missing long enough for the space to grow cold, and you peeled your eyes open, sinking your face further into the silk pillowcase beneath it.

You heard his music through the wall, but the smile that usually came with the sound was missing from your mouth today. Instead, you felt yourself hugging your arms around your body, craving his touch instead. Wondering if you did something wrong, if it was you that had caused this distance- the space and wordless interactions. It must be you, right? It has to be you when you hear him on the phone, while you make dinner, laughing with Hoseok.

When you finally gathered enough energy to throw the covers back and place your bare feet on the soft carpet, they carried you to the kitchen. You pulled down bowls and measuring cups, gathered ingredients, tied your wild curls into a lousy bun. You started making the recipe that had been planted into your mind after countless occasions sat at your childhood kitchen’s island. The banana bread that coaxed you from your bedroom, relieved teen angst, brought smiles and laughter to Christmas mornings.

You hoped the smell might do the same for him. A reminder that you’re still here, still loving, still wanting his time.

You make yourself a cup of tea while waiting for the timer to impede the morning silence, enjoying the earl grey on the patio. Your view of Seoul accentuated by an awakened sun. His t-shirt barely covers the tops of your thighs. The cool air scatters goosebumps across your bare skin, but the warming drink overshadows the chill running up your spine and across your chest, nipping your cheeks.

You stand there for what could’ve been seconds or hours. The time didn’t matter, not when the beautiful city was below, with luscious greenery in the background of a picturesque view. There are so many places you still wanted to see with him, but the journeys often fell on your shoulders, instead of being shared by his. So you went alone and took pictures, organizing them into the photo album you never shared. The plan was there, too, but the missing glimmer in his eyes when he came home left you swallowing the words.

The timer rings, and you walk through the doorway, sliding the glass closed behind you. The empty mug is placed on the granite, and you’re searching for the polka-dotted oven mitt to retrieve the golden loaf. It smells like your childhood, and you wish every slice, and every bite could tell him all the things you’ve been holding back.

It takes a while to cool, and you find yourself pacing in front of his studio door, raising your small fist multiple times to knock, before feeling like an idiot: I shouldn’t have to knock. You never did before. You would peek your head in, and Yoongi would catch your reflected silhouette in the window before taking off his headphones. You’d mouth hello, hoping you weren’t interrupting. But he always held out his hand for you, guiding you down to the open space on his lap. You’d stay there all day if he’d let you, with your arm around his neck and your fingertips massaging his scalp. You’d chat and laugh and share pictures or videos that reminded you of one another, until he went back to work: a moment that left you pushing away to leave, but Yoongi held on tighter. “You can stay. I work better when you’re here.”

You slice through the bread, met by waves of steam, blurring the memory behind your eyes. White plates meet the countertop; A slice for him and one for you, lathering his in blackberry jam, leaving yours plain. You pour espresso over ice, too, for good measure.

You shake off the nerves, balancing the wooden, breakfast tray in your arms as you stand outside the studio. “Yoongi?” His name is barely above a whisper, and you know he hadn’t heard.

Your shoulder falls against the door, promising yourself to open it, but your palm never touches the bronze knob because you look up to see your boyfriend standing in the doorway instead. Your mouth gapes, and you look down at the breakfast displayed on the tray. He had bought you a set for your birthday. A present you hadn’t asked for, but he looked through your online cart after you fell asleep one night, your head in his lap.

This one is engraved with cherry blossoms. Their vibrant colors emphasized against the dark wood.

“I made breakfast, but I don’t.. you may not be hungry.”

Yoongi side steps and you walk across the floorboards. His studio smells like the candle you purchased habitually. The closet was stocked, awaiting the moment a lit match failed to catch the wick aflame.

Yoongi takes the tray from your arms, placing it on the round table beside his workspace. The distance between each other is closed in short steps as his arms embrace you. You gasp against his chest, taking a moment to let yourself lean into him- let him hold you. Hot tears fall, catching on cotton, as you hold him for the first time in days.

Your name leaves his mouth with worry, and it’s the single syllable that makes you realize he had no idea.

He fell back into his routine of comfort, knowing you accepted it- accepted him. He held you in the dark when you were fast asleep, wondering what he’d accomplished in a past life to make him so lucky. He was laughing on the phone with Hoseok because he loved you so much he couldn’t put the feelings into words. He had been waking up early to spend time in his studio because the undisclosed song on his file had a special title, for a special girl, for a very special day: your anniversary.

“I’ve just missed you. You’re so close, and I miss you.”

“I’m right here,” His palm smooths down your hair; you feel his lips flutter against your skin. Your fingertips trace shapes along cotton-clad shoulders, reveling this feeling. A feeling you crave on your solo journeys and evenings at home staring blankly at novel pages. When you couldn’t think about anything else but the phone call coming later that evening, his inevitable return, or the chill that accompanied every thought of his voice calling out your name with a suitcase in tow.

“I made you bread, baked full of love and …tears.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re always so creative in the kitchen.”

Your laughter breaks up the dying cries, breathing deeply before finally pulling away. Yoongi’s thumb catches the wetness on your cheeks before tracing your lips.

“I think we should do something fun today, get out for a while?” His eyes search yours, and the agreement rings true in your relaxed expression.

“There’s a spot I’ve been wanting to show you, actually.” Your lips finally curl upwards, and his eyes lighten with love.

“Then we have to go.”

You rest your head against his chest, feeling ok again. “Can we eat first?”

Yoongi’s laughter vibrates throughout his entire body, and if you had to live without medicine for the rest of your life, you’ll do fine right here, with the banana bread that solves everything and the man who loves you just as much, or maybe more than you know.

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