#those plushies don’t end up on the floor just because

[grabby-smitten]

[jwanniie]

hiii i love your account!! can you please do gp stepsis hanni taking readers virginity?? 🥹

Aww thank you so much love!!🤭❤️

Pairings: G!p stepsis Hanni x fem reader!

Warnings: somno, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your Willy), babytrapping, reader bleeds a little, breeding kink, mention of pregnancy, thigh fucking, tit job, p in v, not proofread, virgin reader, step cest and just filthy smut!!!

Word count: 1k ish

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She was the sweetest Step sister you could ever have, she was truly sent from heaven and the sweetest girl you’ve ever met.

She’d make you breakfast with little motivational notes, she’d do your laundry knowing how much you don’t like doing it, she’d spend hours to help you if you need help in your school work, she’d take you on little dates where she’d buy you lunch after a hard week of school to make it less stressful and she’d clean your room so you could have a better environment to work at.

She truly was one of the best people in your life that you adored a lot, your stepmom was as sweet as her, you were grateful for both and grateful that your dad found great people to bring into your lives.

You don’t know the twisted truth about this, the not so sweet or innocent reality why she’s doing all of this.

She has had her eyes on you from the very first time she laid her eyes on you. She found the sexiest fucking woman on this earth.

Something about your gorgeous body, that anyone would kill for and your mesmerizing features was something anyone would wish to have.

She wanted to fucking ruin you, because how dare someone be this perfect. Ruin and show you things you’d never think your own step sister would do to you.

Get you a dumb cockwhore for her dick and ruin that little virgin hole of yours, stuff you full of her babies and take your whole innocence away.

She brought you her fresh orange juice, that you didn’t take a lot of time to down. The sudden urge for your lids to shut and your brain to become all numb was something you couldn’t fight.

And suddenly you were softly breathing, chest inhaling and exhaling softly and peacefully while your eyes tightly shut, and body in a deep slumber.

She peeked her head from the little gap in the door, seeing you in the deep sleep you were in. She smirked to herself her plan working successfully.

She tip toed in, closing the door behind her and twisting the lock. She gave a wide grin at the sight in front of her, your tiny little fragile body laying there helplessly, your cute hello kitty shorts riding up your thighs, your white v-line top hugging your breast and waist perfectly, your soft mounds almost spilling out from the top.

See you begged her to do this! She undressed herself, dick finally getting freedom. Her aching tip that’s spilling precum and her length that is uncontrollably upward. She hissed in pain, her finger smearing the precum all over her cock.

She hovered over you, your plush thighs right below the head of her cock. She let her desires win, and thrusted her cock right between your pillowy thighs, a loud moan falling from her lips.

She continued the action, now grabbing the sides of your thighs to push them tighter against her aching dick. Lewd sounds coming from her lips, and the area of your inner thighs turning a pinkish color from her relentless thrust. She stopped quickly as soon as she felt her cum ready to spill from her tip. If she was going to cum, it will be inside your virgin cunt.

Your hello kitty shorts were now on the floor next to your white top. Your bare body under her mercy. Your nipples hardening at the sudden cold air, she swirled her tongue against one of them before moving to the other. Sucking you like a baby. She promised to herself that at the end of the night she will make sure that those plushy tits will be full of milk that she can suck.

Her angry red tip found its way to your swollen cunt, pushing its way past your folds. Your pussy swallowing her length and squeezing it. A groan left her lips, her head falling back at the sensation and her eyes giving a peek at her brain.

You let out a soft whimper that only made her dick twitch inside you, more precum gushing out. Even when you’re asleep you made the cutest sounds. Her tip pushed out of your cunt before slamming back in. She couldn’t contain herself and be gentle, the head of her cock meeting your opening with harsh thrust. She continued the abuse of her cock and the knot in her stomach started building up.

Her balls were slapping against your ass, begging to release. The idea of getting her sweet step-sissy pregnant with her child and forcing you to be stuck with her for the rest of your life, made her white thick liquid paint your walls full to the point that it spilled out with a mix of your blood.

She kissed the top of your head before whispering the dirtiest little things that she was going to do to you, her step sis that will be pregnant with her kid.🫣

[onceupre]

Chapter 3: With Poise and Grace! Cure Pirouette!

(Author's note: Thanks for your patience! I hope y'all enjoy! ^^)

The morning was very tranquil in the little village of Meruhen. The birds chirped a lovely little tune. The morning dewdrops left trails of water as they trickled down the tree leaves, creating a warm shimmer as the morning sun showered the trees with its light.

Akane was lying in her bed on the second floor of the bakery. She slept peacefully in her loose tee and shorts, her go-to for sleepwear. As she snoozed on, she dreamt of various sweet nothings. As the crisp morning air met the warmth of her fuzzy red blankets and fluffy polka-dotted pillows, she found herself lulled into an even deeper sleep with each passing minute.

And then her dad burst through her door.

“AKANE! Wake up! We have a deeeeelivery!” he said, feeling chipper.

Akane was startled and jolted up, her hair a mess. She then became angered

“WHY do you need to wake me up like that??” she angrily responded.

“Because as our one and only delivery girl, you must deliver this order of blueberry muffins! Plus it’s time for you to be up anyway.” he said with a hint of reprimand.

Akane looked at a clock on her wall with the time reading 8:45, and she made a face of disgust.

“Eugh, it’s not even double digits yet man….” she exclaimed, putting her pillow back over her head to try and lull herself back into the dark void that is sleep. Her father walked over and took the pillow from her, much to her dismay.

“Well our patrons don’t dilly dally, they're up and going about their days, and so should you!”

Akane rolled her eyes, clarely disinterested in what her father had to say. Why should she when he can’t be bothered to kindly wake her up to begin with?

“What-EVER!” She stretched her arms out and sat upright on her bed so she wouldn’t be tempted to fall back asleep. 

“Where’s this delivery headed anyway, huh?” She said while properly getting up to stretch her legs.

“The Izumi Ballet Hall.”

Lebed, who lay lifelessly on Akane’s bed still acting like a plushie, overheard those words. Her eyes grew wide with wonder at the mention of a ballet hall.

Akane, however, froze when her father uttered those words. The ballet hall? That ballet hall?! She couldn’t even believe what she’d just heard. The old ballet hall was constructed early into the village’s founding. It was practically ancient! From its pillars to the faded wooden window frames–not to mention the musty smell– Many villagers questioned how it still stands today. Akane wouldn’t be caught dead near there! She’d never hear the end of it from her guy friends if she steps near there. They’d probably say she ‘Wanted to play ballerina with all the other girlies at the hall.’ BLEH!

…

“No frickin’ way-” 

“LANGUAGE, AKANE!”  Her father scolded.

“C’mon, Pops! You can’t be serious! The ballet hall? Might as well put me in a tutu!” Akane complained.

“Now, Akane, business is business! If some lovely girl wants to treat her ballerina girlfriends to our steaming hot blueberry muffins, who are we, as the ones to make profit, to complain?”her father preached.

“Okay, first, don’t ever say ‘ballerina girlfriends’ again,” stated Akane, shuddering at her dad’s attempt to be hip. “Second, why me? Can’t Ma go? She’d be a much better fit for that crowd!”

“Well, she’s busy helping me prepare another, quite large order. And, you are our shop’s ‘delivery girl’! You gotta live up to your title, hon!” he gleamed, knowing he’d won the battle.

Akane sighed in defeat, and her father gleefully smiled as he left her room. Akane had to shut the door after he left, a bad habit he keeps doing that slightly annoys her. Once the door was closed, Akane’s “plushies” all rose up, after hearing the conversation.

“A BALLET HALL AAAAAA!! ~LELE” Lebed squealed, as Akane made a pose in reaction to the sudden outburst, shushing the bird.

“Be QUIET! You don’t wanna alert anyone about your existence or anything right!??”

“I do apologize but, a ballet hall is the LAST place I’d expect from a….rustic village like this. I’m simply overjoyed! ~lele” Akane pretended not to notice the bird’s jab at her home village with that comment.

“Why do you care so much about ballet?” Akane questioned.

Lebed turned towards the brunette almost instantly, as if she was severely insulted at her mere comment. “Seriously? Have you not heard of Swan Lake?~lele”

“Vaguely? It's that one ballet dance thing, yeah?”

“Well… that's a simpleton’s way of phrasing it yes. ~lele But it’s also revered as one of the more sophisticated fairy tales known to man! ~lele”

Akane rolled her eyes at Lebed’s once again uncalled for comment.

As they conversed, Akane got ready for the day: a white tank top with red detailing around the arm areas, paired with a black sports bra underneath for coverage. She also wore her white shorts with a red stripe and black trim, paired with her black leggings with laced details near her ankles, near her red laced up sneakers. She tied the look together with her signature red hoodie around her waist…in case it gets chilly outside!

“Ain’t that a bit stereotypical? A swan fairy likin’ ballet?” She jabbed in response to the swan’s rude remarks made earlier.

“Well I’d never!~lele” Lebed puffed her feathers in defense to Akane’s amusement.

“We fairies come from a place known as Everafter Garden ~lulu We’re…uhh..”

Lupo thought of a way to carefully phrase his next statement, not wanting to reveal too much info until a proper Precure team is formed.

“...essentially we’re born from well known fairy tales ~lulu”

“Mine’s Goldilocks!~ lili!” Lionceau chipped in.

“Mine is the ever so extravagant avant-garde Swan Lake! ~lele!” Lebed posed rather dramatically at her own announcment.

“And mine is Little Red Riding Hood ~lulu!”

Akane smiled. She may have her reservations, but these animals have been growing on her. Lupo’s last sentence made her brighten up a bit.

“Hey Lupo, that’s my favorite fairytale y’know?” She grinned

“Really?~ lulu. I knew you had good taste hehehe ~lulu” he blushed with a sense of pride at their shared appreciation of the fairy tale.

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Akane stuffed the fairies inside a conveniently large basket she found to hold not only them but the delivery as well. Once she was situated she set off towards…the ballet hall. She huffed at the thought of having to be there.

She followed the path she frequented through the little village she called home. It wasn’t terribly busy here, it was very quiet and peaceful. The only noises that could be heard were the chirps of the birds soaring overhead and the occasional buzzing from the cicadas. Only the shopkeepers were out this early, setting up shop for today’s easy day of business. A shop for fruits and veggies, one for books and quills–even a tailor that took your measurements and sewed for you as you conversed with them! 

Akane swung by the fruit clerk and got her daily apple from them, and at a fair price too!

“Out on another delivery dear?” The elderly woman happily asked her usual patron.

“Yeah, some muffins today. I have to take them to the ballet hall…” Akane grimaced in reply.

The woman took notice and wanted to pry a bit.

“Why the long face dear? It’s truly not so bad, when I was a little girl I wanted to train at that same hall. The sight of it is truly one to behold, alas it wasn’t in my family’s budget for me to go…” the woman trailed off a tad bit upset.

Akane took notice and patted the woman’s shoulder in condolence.

“Sorry to hear that,is that why you became a fruit vendor then?”

The woman closed her eyes gently. “Yes, after all my family was known for their tasty affordable fruits, tradition is important in a town like this y’know.”

Akane flinched a bit at that comment.

“But” the woman continued “There’s no such thing asa ‘bad’ change. After all, now there’s scholarships for the Izumi Ballet Hall, so it’s more accessible for us non-rich folk!” She chuckled. “Just try not to be too discouraged dear, things happen for a reason, and you never know what’s waiting for you along the path you take.”

Akane smiled and nodded. She thanked the woman and headed back on route, taking a bite from the juicy apple with a mighty crunch, though she may have bitten off a bit too much, as she found herself wiping juices from the corners of her mouth. Once finished, she threw the browned fruit core into a trash bin as she continued to her destination.

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Within a desolate dark land, a singular open clam lay dormant on the ground. Operetta was inside, fixing her appearance at a vanity within the crustacean. She was brushing her hair with a fish’s skeleton as a brush of sorts.

“Damned girl….Damned Cure Hoodie….” She muttered to herself.

A cackle was heard from behind. Operetta didn’t bother to turn as only one woman with a laugh so sickly could only be-

“Castella. Could you please go be hideous elsewhere? I’m busy fuming.” Operetta jabbed, not even bothering to face the old woman who approached her.

The stout woman could only sneer at her acquaintance. She wore a leather dress, with a pumpkin shaped skirt. She also had two toned striped leggings in two different shades of green, to compliment her pale green skin. She had a rather large nose with some warts adorning her face, and a prominent snaggle tooth. Her big witch’s hat seemed a bit stereotypical, but is a classic detail nonetheless.

“Oh? I’m hideous? Well considerin’ you’re using a corpse for a brush I must be at least smarter than you.” She snickered as Operetta turned around, glaring daggers at her.

“Don’t you have a cauldron to fall into you hag??”

Catsella smirked. “Precure. I hear ya yappin’ about that to yourself. You DO know losing to them will only anger our lord more? Or is all that caked on makeup clouding your memory?”

Operetta practically growled at Castella’s taunts.

“I ALMOST HAD HER!”

“And that right there, almost! And ya still lost! You young people give up so easily, never wanting to put in hard work even with all your technical advancements. Failure isn’t an option you know~”

Castella cackled as Operetta’s face grew red with anger. Normally she’d brush the woman’s remarks off with a thought of reassurance, usually about her looks being far better. But the guilt Operetta felt from losing against her foe was like gasoline igniting the flames of Castella’s scorching jabs.

“You’re RIGHT! I don’t wanna work too hard, otherwise I'd have more wrinkles than you!” Operetta said instinctively, to no avail of easing her emotions though.

Castella glared at the serpent, knowing she struck a nerve, but at the cost of being insulted in terms of beauty once again.

“Besides! I never said I was giving up! I just needed my beauty rest-”

“Clearly.” Castella snapped in.

“...and THEN. I was going to get my revenge!”

Castella shrugged “Whatever you say deary, just don’t lose again. Otherwise you’d look ridiculous… Well, moreso than you usually do~! KEHEHEHE!”

Castella laughed as Operetta shook with anger. She needed an outlet, and teleported within an instant back to earth. She was furious all right, and ready to take out her frustrations on the girl who did her wrong; Cure Hoodie.

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Akane stood in front of the ballet hall, a look of displeasure painted her face. Lebed peeked out of the bag, and marveled at the glorious structure. Such fine pine flooring shone as it may have been freshly polished, the structures marble pillars framing the entrance glistened, as light greenery grew out, giving the building an even more earthy feel.

“This. Is. Magnificent ~lele!” Lebed whispered from within the basket.

“I betcha one of my guy friends put me up to this as a joke. I HATE places like this.” Akane muttered, a thought of her friends hopping out with a camera to catch her in such a girly place flashed into her mind. 

She grimaced and took some steps to the entrance. Akane knocked on the large doors of the structure.

“An uncultured swine knows no difference from a jewel to a rock.~ lele”

“ Say one more thing you bird, I dare you-”

Akane was cut off as the door opened, and a docile looking girl was facing her. Akane stopped in her tracks, a little taken back by how prim and proper the girl was.

The girl was fair skinned. Her hair, a neatly put together bun with side swept bangs, was a deep navy blue in color, practically black almost. The color matched her grayish bluebelle eyes. She wore a typical ballerina outfit, one in a pastel baby blue color with white tights and matching pastel baby blue laced up slippers.

 Akane was stunned, and her face felt a bit flushed…

“Yes? Oh! Hello, are you the blueberry muffin delivery?” asked the girl in a quiet yet smooth sounding voice.

“M-Mhm…. Uh I mean, yeah! For uhhh… what uh, who are you?” Akane stuttered a bit. Must be the nerves of being in an unwanted and unfamiliar place.

“Hmm? Oh!” The girl giggled with her hand on her mouth as Akane smirked goofily, feeling a bit out of place at the moment once again.

“My apologies, I forgot myself. I am Hakuchou Junko, one of the ballerinas of the Izumi Ballet Hall!” She smiled softly at the brunette.

“Junko? Yup! These muffins are definitely for you then missy!” Akane held out the basket and Hakuchou took it and inspected it. She looked puzzled to Akane’s worry.

“Are these… plush dolls?” The girl questioned as Akane comedically froze, forgetting the fairies were also in said basket.

“Y-YEAH OH AHAHA! Sorry! I totally forgot about those in there, they're my uh, lucky plushies, yeah! Gives me luck on my deliveries ahaha…” Akane’s faux laugh trailed off as she realized how lame she must’ve sounded then.

Hakuchou stared at the brunette, and then giggled. She gestured for Akane to enter the hall.

“OH! I uh… don’t really fit in well here-”

“Nonsense. All are welcome at the Izumi Ballet Hall. Besides, I have to retrieve the payment, no?” Hakuchou questioned.

Akane gulped, and nervously followed the girl inside. The halls were pleasantly kept clean, with little to no dust in sight. Akane took notice of rooms the pair passed by, with hardworking ballerinas seemingly warming up along poles attached to the walls.

She also took note of the hanging photos that adorned the walls they walked by, showcasing various things from assumed alumni to celebratory photos taken of prizes the dancers won.

 Hakuchou led Akane to a room with the label ‘4B’ plastered on a plate on the wall adjacent to the door of the room. When the door was opened, Akane could see it was  filled with about 6 ballerinas, each practicing a different technique.

“Group 4B, Muffins are here!” Hakuchou declared, and the girls excitedly hurried over to grab a muffin from the box she took out from the basket. Lebed peeked out and marveled at the ballerinas adorned in their usual attire. It filled her with a familiar sense of belonging.

As Hakuchou handed out the muffins Akane started up a small conversation.

“S-so… these your friends or..?”

“Ah, this is my group I regularly train and perform with! I wanted to treat them to some food for all their hard work we’ve accomplished recently.”

“Hard work?” Akane questioned and quickly realized how condescending she must’ve sounded.

“I-I MEAN-”

“It’s ok.”

Akane was taken aback by the nonchalant response.

“I believe all hard work should be eventually rewarded, is all.” Hakuchou smiled and Akane couldn’t help but return one back at her earnest response.

A short bit later, Hakuchou led Akane outside the room, and handed her payment for the goods. She took note of how soft Hakuchou’s hands felt, she must use some nice skin care products.

“I assume you’ll be on your way now?” Hakuchou asked straightforwardly.

“Ah yeah! This scene isn’t really my…I mean! My job is done so yeah I am haha” Akane rubbed the back of her head, a bit embarrassed of how uncool she was probably coming off.

Lebed rustled from inside Akane’s basket., Hakuchou took notice of the it, and looked concerned.

“Did your basket….move?”

“AH! LEMME SEE HERE AHAHA!” Akane replied as she turned and shoved her head in the basket comically, Hakuchou looked on in concern…

Akane whispered within the basket to the fairies inside.

 “What are ya DOIN??”

“We can’t leave yet!~ lele! The sights are amazing! I must see more. ~lele”

“No way, nuh uh! I hate places like this! We are leavin’!” Akane snapped back, not even entertaining the thought.

“But ~lele! I sense a Precure also! ~lele!”

“REALLY??” Akane said a bit more loudly than she would’ve liked.

“I-Is everything ok?” Hakuchou questioned, a tad more concerned that the girl was seemingly talking to herself within her basket.

Akane jolted up in embarrassment at the sudden realization.

 “HAHA YEP! Just my uh, phone!”

“Oh…I don’t recall seeing a phone in the bag…” Hakuchou said looking up, placing a closed fist to her chin trying to recall correctly what was inside.

“It was uh hidden in the plushies! They double as phone cases haha! ANYWAYS! I don’t really have anywhere to be, mind givin’ me a tour of the place?” Akane pleaded.

Hakuchou looked surprised and blinked.

“Really? Didn’t you say this wasn’t ‘your scene’? Hehe” The docile girl giggled, to Akane’s burning face. She feels a bit humiliated, but it’s for the greater good! Hopefully…

“I meant uhh, my SEEIN’ of a ballet hall in forever! In fact at all!” She hoped Hakuchou hadn’t realized her changing her words to make the offer more genuine.

Hakuchou giggled, knowing fully well Akane was lying. 

“Well, let’s be ‘seein’’ the hall then!” Hakuchou led the way as Akane followed. Akane felt she was thrown off her usual game of coming up with smooth lies in this situation…

They entered many places in the hall, and Lebed was living for all of it, marveling at the various ballet related things they would come across. She felt like she found a diamond amongst the unfamiliar sights of earth that she and the other fairies have been exposed to thus far.

They took a break at the back garden of the hall, there was a stone bench on a fenced in porch outlooking a small pond, hosting a few graceful looking swans gliding by along the water.

“So how is the tour?” Hakuchou asked inquisitively.

“Really good! This place is pretty cool, lots of space, must be good for stretchin’ your legs and whatnot!” Akane replied happily.

Hakuchou smiled. “Yes, this place is like a home to me, I’ve attended this hall’s ballet program for about 9 years now…”

Akane was stunned, for some reason the thought of someone seriously committing to a dance technique never crossed her mind before today.

“That is commitment. Ya really like all this twirlin’ n stuff huh?” She playfully teased the blunette who giggled in response.

Hakuchou closed her eyes “It’s a bit more complicated than that, but yes. Being able to hone my skill has been very fun for me. The poses and exercise helps clear my mind of any worries I may have. Once I’m in the zone, I feel it’s just me  and the stage floor..”

Akane couldn’t help but smile.

“Your parents must love watchin’ ya huh?” She grinned as Hakuchou could only smile in response.

“...You wanna know why I love ballet?” 

Akane looked puzzled at the sudden question.

“It’s because I'm not just dancing. I’m telling a tale. Being able to fully immerse myself with the movements of the dance, it truly is a tranquil feeling I absolutely adore… It’s as if I am one with the story I wanna portray.”

Before Akane could speak, sniffling came from the basket, Akane froze in fear as Lebed leapt out onto Hakuchou’s lap, catching the girl off guard.

“BEAUTIFUL ~LELE! THAT WAS AN ABSOLUTELY AMAZING EXPRESSION OF THE TRUEST FORM OF EXQUISITE ARTISTRY KNOWN AS BALLET ~LELE!”

… KYAAAAAAAAA!!!!

Hakuchou got up and stepped back, leaving Lebed flapping in the air. She was unsure of what was going on.

“T-The plushie!! THE BIRD TALKED!” Hakuchou pointed at the small swan accusingly.

Akane pinched her brow in frustration and grunted.

After a short explanation, Hakuchou seemed a bit more composed, albeit still uneasy at all this newfound information of things that sounded out of this world to her.

“Precure? Magical Vigilante’s who protect earth from….?”

“The Grimm Empire ~lele!” Lebed chirped with precision in her voice.

“R-right…sorry this is just all so much out of nowhere…” 

Akane held her head in her hands, full of shame of how things rolled out.

“And you are the next Precure ~lele! I can feel it!” Akane looked up a bit more excitedly than she would’ve liked to lead on at that statement.

“....I beg your finest pardon? I don’t think I’d be a good fit for that at all!”

“Aww it’s not so bad! You get super cool powers and a new look ‘n everything!” Akane sheepishly added, trying to smooth over the ridiculous request.

“Well… ok, but fighting? That's not really me at all… I’m sorry, but I think I should go-”

“PRECURE”

The group looked across the pond to a devilishly smiling Operetta, who had seemingly conjured up a swan like monstrous Poisonink. Hakuchou trembled, as Akane lept in front of her instinctively.

“Don’t worry! I’ll keep us safe!” Eclaimed the brunette as she made a cool pose showing off her Precure Storybook.

“Precure! Curetime Everafter!"

"Hooded in red, journeying towards victory! Cure Hoodie!”

Hoodie lept into action and Hakuchou stood there, stunned at what’s unfolding in front of her. Hoodie ran up and jumped, aiming to land a sharp kick to the beast, when it started to flap it’s wings erratically, sending a huge gust of wind blowing Hoodie away into the hall’s walls with a giant crash!

“NO!” Hakuchou screeched with fear and anger seeing the hall take such a toll. Hoodie stood up slowly, trembling a bit at her knees. 

“A-are you alright??” Hakuchou asked with concern, as Hoodie nodded and ran back out into the fray.

 Hakuchou could only stare as she trembled, she heard screams from inside and footsteps of girls exiting the building. The place that was a home to her got damaged, the battle in front of her playing out dramatically until Hakuchou couldn’t contain herself anymore.

“P-PLEASE STOP THIS OBSTRUCTION AT ONCE!” Everyone within the battle froze comedically, and then Operetta slithered up quickly to Hakuchou, pointing her scythe at the girl.

“Such a frail girl trying to act tough hmmm~?”

“Leave her ALONE!” Hoodie jumped at Operetta, only for the Poisonink to tackle her, once again hitting the hall.

“N-NO! PLEASE STOP!” Hakuchou begged with desperation while reaching out towards Hoodie.

“I can make this nightmare end for you little girl. After all, such a beauty as yourself doesn't deserve to exist when someone like me is here!” She raised her scythe, and Hakuchou froze. Was this her final moment of being alive!?

“LELEEEEEEE~!!!!” Lebed flew in front of Hakucchou, to protect her. And in the process a huge beam of light shot down on the two instantaneously.

“WHAT?! NO!’ Operetta screeched with hatred, well knowing what’s occurring in front of her.

Hakuchou blinked and came to the realization she was surrounded in a warm feeling light. Lebed flapped her wings happily in front of her. She felt safe here.

 “Where….am I….?”

“We’re safe now. ~lele My name is Lebed, and I feel like we can help each other Hakuchou! ~lele!”

“By making me a Precure right? I just… I don’t know…”

“Those monsters are ruining the structural integrity and antique beauty that is the Izumi Ballet Hall! ~lele We cannot allow them to continue. If they wreck that hall, how else will you continue to dance?! ~ lele?”

Hakuchou looked discouraged, not totally believing she could be of assistance.

“It’s scary ~lele. But you CAN be strong, true strength comes from wanting to protect those you hold dear, no? ~lele.”

Hakuchou looked surprised.

 “That…is true….” she thought “The ballet hall… I don’t want to see it being damaged anymore. I want to help protect it, and everyone else, too!”

Suddenly a Precure Storybook materialized, and Lebed smiled as she pulled a swan themed charm out of her mirror shaped broach, extending it to Hakuchou.

“All you need to do is use this charm and say ‘Precure Curetime Everafter ~lele! I’ve felt this potential since laying my eyes on you! I have faith in you, Hakuchou ~lele!”

Faith…..in her…..

Hakuchou smiled and grabbed the charm and the book.

“Precure! Curetime Everafter!”

She gracefully transforms, her leaps and twirls enveloping her body as more pieces of clothing appear, and she finishes with a soft landing, water rippling as her heel touches the ground.

“Gliding upon blue waters of tranquility! Cure Pirouette!”

The light dispersed, and everyone in the scene stared in amazement as the newest Precure stood tall. 

Hoodie smiled.  “Cure Pirouette….” 

Meanwhile, Operetta growled. “NO NO NO! NOT ANOTHER ONE! Poisonink, DESTROY HER!”

“POI-POISONINKKKKK!” the large bird began to flap its wings when suddenly Pirouette zipped around behind the bird, and gave it a swift kick to the back of the head, stopping it from continuing its gusts.

“So fast!” Hoodie marveled in awe. 

Pirouette got a look at herself quickly, astounded by her speed. She noticed small water droplets glistening in the sunlight around her like gems.

“I felt like I was…gliding on air!” she said to herself in amazement.

The monster flapped its wings again, catching Pirouette off guard and blowing her into the nearby pond. Hoodie gasped out Pirouette’s name as Operetta laughed, feeling they were gaining the upper hand.

“Not so fast now are….you?”

The crash of water from the impact subsided, and Pirouette was still standing, in fact she was gracefully gliding…atop the water’s surface! She gracefully leapt off the waters, treading a small wave behind her leave, and aimed it at the Poisonink, soaking it in water!

“P-POI! POI! POI!” The beast cried out, preening its feathers in retaliation of the wave’s crash.

“No! Stop preening at ONCE!” Operetta screeched in frustration.

Hoodie jumped to Pirouette’s side, a huge smile adorning her face.

“You are AMAZING Pirouette!” she beamed with pride.

Pirouette smiled. “Thank you, Hoodie. I just needed a little more faith in myself I suppose” she said, while looking at Lebed warmly,

Lebed smiled back “Now ~lele! Use the storybook to purify the monster ~lele!”

Pirouette nodded, and faced the preening beast.The slot where the charm was inserted was glowing, and she pressed it down lightly twice, activating a symbol to trace on the left side’s mirror. She took the quill pen and traced. As she did, simultaneously the emblem was drawn out in front of her with raw energy. Once finished, the swan shaped emblem glowed, and she touched it with her quill pen, absorbing the core of the emblem within her pen. 

“Precure!” She did a graceful motion, charging up “Graceful Resolution!”

She pulled back, and pierced the glowing outline with a resounding HA, releasing the energy at the Posionink in the form of an elegant swan. Once it made contact, the beast was purified with a relaxing “Happily ever after~!” as Pirouette closed her Storybook into itself in triumph.

The red jewel from the beast shattered, returning the now purified nostalight back to a ballerina who was knocked unconscious just outside the ballet hall

“Dammit… my hair is soaking wet, and after I just brushed it too! YOU’LL PAY, PRECURE!!” Operetta swore, vanishing and returning the setting to its prior form.

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“So that’s what being a Precure is…how exciting!” Hakuchou giggled, Lebed joining in as she flaps beside her gleefully.

“You were amazing ~lele! Truly a fine specimen of a girl, do I know how to pick ‘em or what ~lele?!”

Akane extended a hand towards Hakuchou a bit awkwardly “G-guess this means we’re p-partners?” Why was she stuttering at that word?

Hakuchou smiled, and took her hand. “Yes, but I would also love to get to know you more, and be your friend, too!”

Akane eagerly nodded in response. “Yeah! I’d love that!”

The group laughed merrily to themselves, now assembling a small reliable group to fight this long lasting battle.

-----

Behind a nearby building, a brunette girl in a lolita dress with orange and yellow colors hides herself from the group’s sight. On her cutely decorated phone displays photos of the Precure and their battle.

“P…precure?.... What in the world is going on here…?” 

-End Chapter 3-

[bullet-prooflove]

Lifetime: Travis Wheatley x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @pear-1206 @keyweegirlie @nu1freakshow

Travis thinks about you all the time when he’s on the road. His dreams are filled with the taste of your honey on his lips and the sound of your ecstasy in his ears. You presence is nothing more than a memory when he’s on the rodeo circuit but those other girls, the belt bunnies, they don’t get a second look.

You’re the only person he trusts with the news that his condition has deteriorated, that he’s now in liver failure. It’s a wakeup call, especially for the man who thought that he was going to live forever.

“I’ve done everything you told me.” He argues with the specialist. “I’ve quit the drinking, changed my diet…”

“That’s just the way it goes.” He’s told in a sterile room with his scans hanging up on the wall for him to see. “Sometimes the damage is too great.”

He flies to Yellowstone that afternoon from Texas because he can’t stand another minute away from you.

“I’m dying.” He tells you as he lays tangled up in bed with you, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek as he looks into your eyes. “The end, it’s coming quicker than I thought.”

He expects you to leave because this is a burden he wouldn’t wish on anyone. He’s going to get sicker, it’s just a matter of time. It breaks his heart because he offered you a future and now he’s ripping it away.

“You promised me a lifetime.” You whisper against this lips as your fingertips trace along his grizzled cheek. “I’ll take whatever’s left of yours.”

He doesn’t think he can love you more than he does in that moment.

You go on the road with him. You leave behind your home, your job, your life because you want to spend the rest of the time you have together loving him.

When you start to compete for the first time in three years, he’s exhilarated. He’s seen you race in Yellowstone, he’s watched you train the up and commers but he’s never seen you in your element. When you win, there’s a fire in your eyes, a passion that he recognises in his own heart. He’s never felt as proud as he does in that moment. He’s weaker these days but he’s still there to lift you down from your horse when you trot back to the paddock. He can’t express the joy he feels at the sensation of you in his arms as the crowd cheers.

“We should start telling people.” You say as you press a cold compress to the back of his neck after he spends the morning throwing up. “You’re going to have to stop soon.”

He knows you’re right but he can’t face that right now, once people smell weakness on the circuit you’re as good as gone and he wants to compete as long as he can.

It’s when he takes that fall that everything changes. One minute he’s in the midst of wrangling a calf in the centre of a televised arena, the next he’s waking up on the dusty floor in the recovery position, vomiting his guts out.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Rip demands when he wakes up in a hospital bed surrounded by brightly coloured flowers and helium balloons. He counts at least seven horse plushies littered around the room.

“You know why.” Travis says forcefully.

Rip sighs as he tucks his hands into the pockets of his jacket because yea, he gets it.

“I’m a match.” He says finally. “I got tested while you were out. The docs are getting it on the books as we speak.”

“Rip.” Travis says, his voice rough with emotion. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

He knows the repercussions of this surgery. Rip will be out of action for six months maybe a year. Travis has the means to weather that but Rip, he doesn’t.

“You always were a stubborn son of a bitch.” Rip says before he tilts his head towards the glass window. Travis can see you on the opposite side, your arms crossed over your chest as you talk to his doctor. “If you won’t let me do this for you, then let me do it for your girl, let me do it so that the two of you can live a long, happy life together.”

Travis can’t find a way to argue with that because that’s all he wants, more time, with you, with Rip, with all the people he actually gives a shit about.

That evening he calls John Dutton to his hospital room and they begin to make arrangements. Between them they make sure that Rip’s going to be taken care of throughout the duration of his recovery, no matter how long it may take.

It isn’t until the day of the surgery that Travis realises just how terrified of hospitals Rip actually is. He endures the checkups through gritted teeth, he keeps his gaze trained on the TV, switching the channels constantly in an attempt to distract himself. Travis, he’s an old hand at this shit by now, he’s spend the past year in and out of treatment but Rip…

This is the longest he’s ever been inside one.  

“I’m buying you a fucking horse after this.” Travis tells him as he tips his head towards the other man. “An expensive one, a stud. You’ll make four, five grand everytime the thing pops a woody.”

“I don’t want a fucking horse.” Rip tells him as he turns off the TV and gestures to the pony plushie nestled against Travis’s chest, Rip has a matching one that he keeps stroking his fingers over. “What I want is for you to marry that girl as soon as you get out of here.”

“Can’t do that if I don’t have a best man.” Travis remarks as he studies the cuddly toy once more. It looks exactly like his rodeo horse Crash.

“OK.” Rip tells him, tucking his own plushie underneath the crook of his arm. “You pop the question and I’m there, you just tell me where and when.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[squiddy-god]

belphies fasion show (pt 2)

Re-upload from terminated blog squid-god-supreme

CW : smut, afab reader, piv smut, established relationship.

Huffing you lugged the arm full of blankets back onto the bed, the soft fabric looking so inviting. You shook your head, no y/n you can’t take a nap right now, you have to clean, you thought to yourself with a long sigh.

Turning back you noticed something from under the clutter of random things belphies hoarded. Taking quick strides over to the pile, being careful to step and dance around the boxes stuffed with things, you knelt down and pulled out the fuzzy sweater. Your mouth fell open at the sight of the soft (f/c) fabric, so warm and inviting, printed with the clashing white moons that danced in lines across the wool. This was your sweater, the one you thought you had lost! “Belphieee! You have some explaining to do mister!” you said, turning to said sleepy brother. He was elbows deep in a box, probably full of old plushies and throw pillows. The moment he saw the (f/c) sweater in your lovely (s/t) hands he froze, his azure and fuchsia eyes going wide as his hand flew from the box to across his chest in shock. Oh, you weren’t supposed to find that, they demon thought, face erupting in a rosy pink, clashing against his seashell skin.

“You weren’t supposed to find that.” he said, scratching his cheek in embarrassment. “Sorry.” he muttered out, head darting the other way to avoid the gaze of your (e/c) eyes. “Obviously” you said with a chuckle before continuing, “but…why did you take it? And stash it up here?” you asked, slightly puzzled as you gestured to the attic space around the two of you. A gentle smile flashed across Belphegor’s face as he looked at you with a soft expression, pink still faint on his cheeks. His spindly fingers ran through his dark hair as he reached out for the sweater. “It reminded me of you. It smelled like you and it was soft so i, umm, i snached it and stached it up here for when i took naps and you weren’t with me.” he said, trailing off slight at the end, the gentle hum of his voice giving his words a soft tone.

You couldn’t help the grin that tugged your lips upwards, scooting forward on your knees, your arms encircled around his shoulders and neck, weight resting comfortably on him as you nuzzled your face into his neck. His eyes widened as his arms hesitantly wrapped around your waist before he sighed, inhaling your scent. The sent he loved so, so much.

He pulled you closer, arms trapping you against his body as he let out another hum. His skin was slightly cool to the touch as you both sat there in the hug. “As much as i love hugging you belphie, we don’t want lucifer to get mad at us. Well, I don’t want Lucifer mad at YOU” you said, pulling away from him slightly, but his arms still held you tight against him.

You chuckled, pulling your face back and nuzzling your nose against his, both of your cheeks growing pink as you pulled away, his arms finally letting go of your smaller form. With a slight groan you got off of the floor, dusting off your pants you shot a playful glare at the lazy demon on the floor. Belphie let out a groan before going back to his box of assorted plushies. “Oh and belphie, the next time you wanna steal my stuff to cuddle, just take a blanket, those are better to cuddle with then a sweater.” you said as you closed up a box, putting it in the closet at the top.

Belphie hummed in agreement, already planning on what blanket he was going to snach the next time you had to go away because one of his other brothers was dragging you somewhere. He wasn’t really paying much attention as he closed up various boxes, setting them aside for you to put up in the closet. No, his mind was elsewhere, swimming with thoughts that aren’t cleaning and clearing the attic. His mind drifted, two toned eyes glazed over in a daydream state. Yah, he thought, i’ll take the purple one, that one’s soft. He smiled to himself at the thought, your soft purple blanket, the fuzzy material tickling his cheek as he snuggled closer to the soft cloth. He could already imagine it, and even better, he thought, it’ll smell like y/n to.

It was no secret that belphie loved your sent, he always held you close, nuzzling and snuggling into any part of you he could, weather it was your stomach or your thighs, your neck or your sides, he would always be as close as he could, shifting and prodding like a cat to get comfortable. He even claimed that your scent helped him to fall asleep, which was true.

A grin spread on his face at the thought of being cuddled up to the blanket, one that he had given you as a gift. The only bad thing about the thought was the fact he would be away from you, which the 7th born didn’t like one bit.

Belphies thoughts soon drifted as he mindlessly boxed and cleaned in his space, the copious amounts of clutter making it so he didn’t have to move from his spot. He wondered how he would pay you this time, he did say that he would pay you in more than just a few kisses this time. His thoughts swam, diving off the deep end into the cloudy pool beneath the light. Dark, dirty thoughts are where his mind swam, grasping onto a single thought and running with it into the deep corners of his mind. And the more he thought about it the more his mind danced and painted pictures of you to cloud his daydream eyes.

Oh yes he’d give you much, much more than a few kisses this time, after all you were helping him. Yes, you did indeed deserve a reward, and he was more than eager to give it to you.

His movement stalled only slightly as his mind drifted ever further into his vivid daydream, your soft delicate flesh beneath him, filling his hands as he groped and kneaded any part of you he could get his hands on, your lovely lips parted in breathy pants as his ghosted over your neck and collar bone-

He blinked, eyes slowly shifting over the mess in front of him, or rather lack of mess. Oh, he thought, I guess we’re done cleaning. He smiled turning to you and humming as if to ask a question. “Sorry belphie, you just looked super spaced out, you ok?” you asked standing just above him, so, so close to him. “Are we dont cleaning?” he asked and you chuckled, “yah where finally done belph-ahh!!” you let out a yelp as he shot up with inhuman speed, taking a quick stride he forced you to step back falling back on the soft bed, piled to the brim with horded blankets and pillows.

“Hmm, now what would you like as a reward, zoe” he asked, dark hair brushing over your flushed (s/t) cheeks, (h/c) hair spread over the bed below. “A-a kiss” you stuttered out as belphie smirked, hands on either side of your head. He leaned down, cool lips brushing over yours as they pressed against your soft lips. He stayed for a moment, lips moving in sync with yours before he pulled away. “Hmm, are you sure that’s all you want? This is the second time you’re helping me.” he asked you now on his elbow hovering above you, one slender hand running along your side. “Maybe i want another kiss” for a brief moment he gave a slight pout before kissing you again. This kiss had more force to it, long tongue worming its way into your mouth to explore. His hips pressed against yours snugly, the tint in his pants already obvious as he pulled away. “If i kiss you again i wont be able to hold back” he said face so close to yours, his two toned hair tickling your cheek.”but i promised you more than just a few kisses” and with that you leaned up to kiss him. As you leaned back down, your head hitting the soft pillows and fuzz below, his lips followed yours in a hungry kiss, tongue quickly reclaiming your mouth, exploring every corner it could reach.

One of his cold hands darting up your t-shirt to grip your side and trail up to grope your breast, the cool sensation of his hands causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. He’d make a mess of you, because actually having you under him, your body so soft and warm against him, it was infinitely better than even the most vivid daydream. His other hand fiddled with the button of your jeans, continuing to hungrily swallow the moans that came out of your mouth.

When he finally got your jeans unbuttoned he quickly pulled them off, tossing them hap haphazardly behind him. If not for the fact you would have been pissed at him, he would have already shredded your clothes. The fingers of his other hand came down to circle over your clit, mouth still connected to yours as he teased you. He soon got bored, fingers looping under your panties and pulling them off to toss them behind him.

His fingers now traced along your fold, already slick with your arousal as his willowy diggets slipped into your aching core. You moaned out, erotic sounds muffled as belphies tounge sliped deeper into your mouth. When he finally pulled away you were panting, cheeks flushed and eyes lidded over in a daze. His cheeks were just as flushed as yours, bright red decorating his pale skin as his mouth attached to your neck, niping and sucking at your (s/t) flesh, no doubt leaving dark maroon hickeys to mark his trail.

He broke away, flingers sliding out of your cunt dripping in your arousal as he striped out of his cardagan and t-shirt, tossing his clothes behind him along with yours. He stripped his pants, the tint in his boxers painfully obvious as he took a moment to continue his assault on your skin, mouth leaving a trail of hickeys in its wake, littering your chest and neck in red bruises.

Impatiently he removed his boxers, cock springing free, flushed tip already leaking with precum as he loomed over you, lips tracing your own in a gentle kiss as he pushed forward, length slipping past your puffy folds. His thick cock stretched out your pussy, little gasps leaving your mouth as belphie slowly pushed his cock deeper into your velvety walls.

He finally bottomed out, hips fitting snug against yours as your walls clutched his cock. He leaned down, kissing your cheek, a soft smile pulling at his lips, lced with lust and a dark look in his eyes. “I’m going to wreck that pretty little cunt of yours (y/n)” you gulped and shut your eyes tight when you felt him pulling out to the tip before plunging back in, every vein of his thick cock dragging against the walls of your cunt.

Your eyes flew open wide at the sudden stretch of your tight pussy, still above you was belphegor but his form was larger now, curved horns now resing on either side of his head, rough tail wrapping around your leg, squeezing your plush thigh, the fluffy fur brushing against your stomach as he once again drew his hips back, snapping forward with intense force.

His hips continued to snap against yours at a rapid pace, cock dragging against your walls as he pounded into you, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten, so close to snapping as your cunt clenched around his thick length, fluttering around him as he pumped himself inside you. He continued to thrust his cock into your weeping hole, the coil in his stomach making his cock twitch in your pussy. Soon enough the knot in your stomach snapped, cunt spasming around his dick as he fucked you through your orgasm, cock twitching and his hips sputtering, thrust becoming uneven but more harsh. He pulled out, thick ropes of cum coating your thighs and stomach, thick white liquid dripping on your skin.

You both panted as he continued to loom over you. He leaned in close to your ear, voice husky as he panted. “Hmm, that doesn’t seem like enough~ you want more, don’t you (y/n)” you gulped down the lump in your throat before quickly nodding, “y-yes please” you stuttered out, face flushed and set aflame.

“Well then, i’ll be sure to pay you back in full~”

[jaehyunsprincesspeach]

I’ll Always Be Here

jeong jaehyun x fem!reader

warnings : mentions of stress, overwork, burn-out, low key sad vibes, fluffy ending

yes, i am writing this because i had a rough day and i just know jaehyun would have the best cuddles🥺

as hannah montana said, everybody has those days. what she didn’t say is that everybody has those weeks. weeks where everything just seems to go wrong. weeks where it really feels like the world is against you. it’s true, everybody has those weeks, and this happened to be that week for you. work is slowly becoming more unbearable, your social life is becoming harder, your mind is going a million miles a minute, and you feel like you can’t slow down. as much as you shouldn’t compare yourself to your boyfriend, with the difference in career choices, the one thing you hate most is seeming drained and burnt out knowing what he goes through everyday. in your eyes, jaehyun is the strongest person you know. his busy schedules worry you sometimes, but his persistence always leaves you in awe. that’s why you didn’t tell him how exhausted you are. because you want to be strong like him. you want to make him as proud as he makes you.

finally arriving home for the night, after work, and after hanging out with your friends, your shoulders are heavy, and the lump in your throat is growing, as you try to suppress your tears. you love your friends, and they are some of the greatest people you know, but sometimes hearing about how much they love their jobs and all of the exciting things they have going on simply brings you down more. making your way to your room, you see your neatly placed books no longer neatly placed. now they’re piled on the floor, along with the shelf they were on. your emotions take over, as you collapse to the floor with uncontrollable tears streaming down your cheeks. it seemed like you were there for hours, crying what felt like a literal river, until a familiar voice hits your ears.

~~~

jaehyun had gotten off at a fairly reasonable hour, compared to normal, and wanted to surprise you. he had been planning this all week, being that he could tell something was wrong from the first inconvenience of your week. when he asked if you were okay, you brushed it off saying everything was fine. he's not one to pry, and he knows you will talk about it when you are ready to, but when the suspicion was as persistent in him, as you were with suppressing how you really felt, he knew he wanted to do something to cheer you up. after he got done at the studio, he went to the market, bought your favorite flowers, snacks, drinks, and even a plushie he thought you would like. quickly returning to his place to get cleaned up, he also brought a pair of pj's, just in case, a habit he has grown accustom to.

the second he entered your apartment, thanks to the key you gave him, he could hear your sobs. he kicks off his shoes at the door and makes his way to where the sound is coming from, to see you on your knees crying into your hands. he hesitates before sating or doing anything because honestly, he doesn't really know what to do, all he knows is that he needs to be with you.

"y/n?" he walks in, puts the stuff on the bed, and gently wraps his arms around you. "shhh its okay baby, its gonna be okay. let me hold you."

his words are simple, as always, yet they hold so much meaning to you. without knowing whats wrong, or why you're crying, he knows exactly what you need. he always does. he holds you tightly to his chest, not caring bout the tear stains that he's going to have to wash out of his shirt later, gently plays with your hair, and just lets you cry. no matter how long it takes he will sit there and let you cry until you can’t cry anymore. when your tears begin to slow down, he pushes the hair away from your face, and wipes the tears off of your cheeks.

“we don’t have to talk about it, but i’m here when you’re ready to.” he says with a gentle kiss to your forehead. finally, you tell him about everything that has been going on throughout the week, and he listens to every word intently, simply letting you rant about anything and everything, taking in every word you say. after you get it all out, he brings you back into his chest. he knows he’s not the best with words, so he doesn’t really try to say anything, but he knows that a simple embrace is all you need right now, and that his message is received when you bury your face deeper into him. “why don’t we lay down love?”

as he gets you settled under the blankets, he prepares the flowers for you, and brings out everything else he got and lays them on top of the covers, before sliding in next to you. immediately he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him and laying your head on his chest. he puts on some music to help calm your mind, and grabs whatever snacks you ask him to. the two of you spend the rest of the night talking about all of the amazing memories you two have made together so far in your relationship, until he notices your eyelids beginning get heavy. after a few minutes, the only noise left in the room is the music that jaehyun had put on. he carefully moves the snacks to the night stand, doing his best not to wake you up, and settles himself into the bed as well. “i’m sorry you had such a hard week, but i’ll always be here for you my love.” he whispers and places a kiss on the top of your head, before falling asleep with you.

[sweetfire01]

i don’t know why but i really want to tie belphie and levi’s tails together… just to see what would happen.

it was like two cats hissing and meowing at each other.

like they were going to full on fight to try to get their tails untangled.

i don’t care for the punishment, i just wanna see the results.

i’d like to imagine that all the daddies would not be happy.

lucifer would very obviously be quite upset.

but i can simply use the excuse that i’m a little baby and didn’t know any better.

— (🍊) anon

p.s, hope you’re well and have been drinking lots of water!

That's so mean. Do it again >:)

You were sitting on the couch with Levi doing a marathon of all "The Tale of Seven Lord" movies (because you obv begged to watching them, Levi has noting to do with it, absolutely not, he just fulfilled your wish), Beel joined you and Belphie came along with him.

After the first movie ended, Beel went to the kitchen to prepare more popcorn and to refill your bottle. That's when you asked to play with their tails. The 2 demons both agreed, it will be just until the new movie starts, right? A couple of minutes to entertain yourself, you've already done that before. Nothing could go wrong. Belphie's tail is fluffy and the Levi one has all those scales that fascinate you.

They don't know how you got that idea.

When the second movie started, you were lying on the couch with both of them on your arms, hugging them like they were a plushie. Both demons left them be. You weren't pulling or biting them, just caress occasionally while watching the TV. So also the 3 demons focused on the screen, without mind what you were doing anymore. After all, Belphie felt asleep, Beel was eating and Levi was too interested in the movie.

It was at the end, when he wanted to get up to go to the bathroom, that he noticed what you have done.

Beel took you to your nursery to change your diaper and when you returned, you could hear the commotion in the room.

Trying to wake him up, Levi pushed his brother down the couch and they both felt on the floor. Chaos. Belphie was annoyed at him because how he dare to wake him up and how he dare to pull his tail, Levi just trying to untie them...yup, they were just like cats.

From then on, you couldn't touch their tails anymore.

[thehypnone]

i would love to see your take on an age regression based headcanons or fic

Guppy

WC: 1,5K

Relationship: Little!Rain/Caregiver!Swiss

Tags: Age regression, they/them, eds Rain

Swiss realised the noise he heard was caused by Rain falling over. Now they sat against the wall with a pout, arms crossed over their chest. The multi ghoul already knew what kind of days it was for Rain, then.

Notes: This is not age play, nothing sexual here, age regression is a coping mechanism for Rain.

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Swiss was in the common room kitchen, making himself a cup of morning coffee, when he heard a thump coming from the corridor. He left his half filled mug to go check what was going on and his heart nearly shattered when Swiss realised the noise he heard was caused by Rain falling over. Now they sat against the wall with a pout, arms crossed over their chest. The multi ghoul already knew what kind of day it was for Rain, then.

“Hi, guppy,” Swiss came up to where the water ghoul was plopped on the floor, crouching in front of them. “What happened here, huh?”

“Fell,” they grumbled, “legs- uhm… don’t work.”

“Ah, it happens, yeah?” the multi ghoul scanned Rain’s long limbs, noticing both of their ankles were twisted. “Let’s get you up, kiddo, we’ve gotta take care of you.”

Rain nodded, their face still a bit pouty, as Swiss grabbed them by their armpits and hoisted the lanky ghoul up, taking on most of their weight as they giggled. Rain fell just outside their bedroom door, the multi ghoul presumed they woke up feeling small, for some reason, and their little sleep-addled brain apparently forgot to grab their crutches. 

Back in the room Swiss sat Rain down on their bed with a chirp, as he went to the water ghoul’s special wardrobe, dedicated to things they used only when little. He dug out bright purple forearm crutches adorned with tons of stickers, most fish themed, two blue ankle braces, ocean themed elastic bandages and a weird looking lump of straps. When the multi ghoul turned back to Rain he saw them waiting patiently with their favourite plushie - a big blue shark - clutched tightly to their chest.

“There’s your friend,” Swiss chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Okay, guppy, can you tell me if we’re going for braces today or will the bandages be enough?”

Asking that, the multi ghoul presented both options, giving the other a moment to consider, “I- I think… those,” they pointed at the hard braces, wiggling their outstretched legs a bit, “‘m wobbly.”

“Sure thing, kiddo, let’s put them on, yeah?” Rain nodded enthusiastically, mirroring Swiss’s grin as he took one of their wobbly, as they called it, legs into his lap, putting on a sock, making them let out a little giggle, “What’s so funny, hm?”

“T- tickles,” they laughed, hiding behind their hands.

“Does it now, huh?” Swiss teased, sliding a claw up the sole of Rain’s bare foot.

“Sw- swissy,” Rain snorted, squirming a bit, “Sto-oppp.”

The multi ghoul would continue, always eager to hear the other’s purest of laughs, but considering the state of their legs today, it wasn’t a good idea. Last thing he might've wanted was for Rain to make it worse by accident. Or risking their mindset switching and them ending up in panic because the tickles started making them actually uncomfortable. That's why Swiss just leaned down to place a kiss on the water ghoul’s shin, just under their knee, and got to putting the braces on.

It went quickly, Swiss tied both of them tightly for good support but loose enough for it to still be somewhat comfortable, checking in on Rain’s face as he did so.

“Alright, kiddo, all set,” he announced as he tucked the stray piece of lace into Rain’s sock. “Everything comfy, nothing scratchy or squeezing in the bad way?”

“Nuh-uh,” they shook their head, cheek nuzzled into their plushie as a quiet purr started bubbling in their chest.

“Okay, guppy, will you let me know if something’s wrong?” Swiss asked, despite knowing that any discomfort would immediately show itself on the water ghoul’s face. They nodded, melting further into their nest. “Now, I think it’s time for breakfast, yeah?”

Rain perked up at that, “Can we… uhm, cea… crea…”

“Cereal, guppy?”

“Yes!” the water ghoul clasped their hand together, a big grin on their face again.

“Sure thing, let’s go get you your cereal, then,” Swiss got up, extending both of his hands for Rain to take. They looked at them with a bit of reluctance, biting their bottom lip, and the multi ghoul realised his mistake in a moment, withdrawing one of his hands. Rain chirped, gripping the second one then as they let themself be moved to a standing position.

The reason for Rain not wanting to take both of Swiss’ hands was that they had to have one of their own free for their shark plushie, of course, nothing else. That would be a small issue, though, considering both of the water ghoul’s ankles were wobbly today, they needed both of their crutches. Fortunately, Swiss was experienced enough as little Rain’s caregiver that he had a trick for that.

“Here, guppy, take this one,” he pushed the right crutch into their hand. When he was sure Rain was stable enough, the multi ghoul turned to grab something resembling a weird harness from the bedside table. “You remember this cool thing?”

Rain cocked their head to the side, inspecting what Swiss held. Once they realised, they brought the shark close to their chest, losing a bit of balance, as they furrowed their brows.

Swiss smiled softly at how protective over their plushie Rain was, knowing he had to act carefully now, “Yeah, you do remember. Let’s get it on, huh?”

The water ghoul grumbled a little under their breath, but after a moment let Swiss wrap their shark in the dark blue pieces of fabric. Rain still held on to the toy’s tail, though, not daring to let go for even a second. When Swiss was done with the plushie, he pushed it against Rain’s chest holding it there and gently took their wrist, prompting them to let go of its tail now that there was another point of contact. Rain obliged, unclenching their fingers, and Swiss guided their hand into one of the loops, settling the strap over their shoulder. He then pulled away and gave Rain the other crutch “Okay, guppy, now, take this here, yeah.”

When Rain rested their weight on the left crutch, Swiss took back the right one for a moment, repeating the process of pulling their hand through the loops of straps, giving the aid back as he finished, “There we go, all ready for your cereal now.”

The multi ghoul smiled as he took in the image of Rain, now grinning too, proudly wearing their shark plushie in the Swiss-made carrier on their front, “Yeah… h- hungry.”

“No wonder, kiddo,” he ruffled their hair, making the ghoul giggle again, “Let’s go then.”

Swiss splayed his hand over Rain’s lower back, subtly supporting them just in case. Rain was really good with their mobility aids both on a daily basis and when regressed, but little Rain got clumsier than usual, prone to losing balance or tripping over their own feet. The multi ghoul would lie if he said he didn’t find them adorable, sometimes bringing back the old fan nickname - ‘bambi’.

The way to the common room was positively uneventful, though, and soon Rain was sat at the table, chin rested over the top of their plushie’s head, patiently waiting for their Swissy to bring them breakfast. The multi ghoul came back from the kitchen with a mug of coffee and a blue plastic bowl with a coral reef printed on its outside. He put it down in front of Rain, digging up a spoon with a plastic handle, matching the bowl, favourite set of the ghoul when small. The only acceptable, really.

The water ghoul grabbed the spoon, holding it in a way Swiss couldn’t mirror no matter how hard he tried. He was always surprised with how Rain managed to hold it and not spill milk everywhere. They got to devouring the cereal, Swiss sitting down to finally sip on his coffee that got abandoned earlier by accident. The multi ghoul observed Rain as they munched on the honey hoops, a happy trill escaping them from time to time, until they grabbed the bowl in two hands and drank down the leftover milk.

“All done?” Rain nodded as Swiss wiped a few drops of milk from their small moustache with his thumb. “Is there anything you want to do today, kiddo?”

“Hmmm…” they sighed, brows furrowing in thought, “‘m bit tired…”

“Didn’t sleep well, huh?” Rain shook their head. “I propose cuddles, then.”

The water ghoul chirped with a smile, already scrambling to get up from the table and get to the couch, “Hey, slowly, guppy. There’s no rush, we’ve got all day.”

“Sorry,” they mumbled, settling back down.

“None of that, it’s okay,” Swiss assured, petting between their horns. “Here, let me help.”

The multi ghoul moved back the chair Rain was sitting on, handing them their crutches again. He guided them to the couch, taking the aids away once they sat down. Swiss himself leaned against the back of it, arms open. Rain took the invitation, curling up on Swiss’ lap with their legs thrown over the armrest, their plushie now squeezed between the ghouls’ chests.

“There we go, kiddo,” Swiss cooed, wrapping his arms around the already purring ghoul, “we can both make good use of some more rest, yeah?”

The multi ghoul thought he may have heard something that was supposed to be a response, but when he looked down, Rain was already half dozed off. And, well, who was Swiss to stop his guppy from sleeping comfortably in his arms?

[delopsia]

I usually don’t send in requests cause I don’t want to be a bother but I saw your post about you wanting requests so I was wondering if you have any Rhett Abbott headcanons? Like just in general of what he likes or certain habits he has. I really loved what you wrote about him loving to snack and Bob loving chicken sandwiches lol. You write both Rhett and Bob really well so I’m always interested to hear your takes on either one of them! 💕

aaaa hello lovely! :D I absolutely have some headcanons for ol' Rhett 💃💕I had to limit myself because otherwise, the list would roll right out the damn door.

✧˖° General Rhett Headcanons

Rhett has a hard time sleeping alone. No matter how exhausting the day has been or how long he's been awake when his head hits the pillow at night, nothing happens.

Late-night drives are one of his go-to cures for those sleepless nights. Hell, half of the time, he doesn't even try to get in bed; he just grabs his keys and hits the road. It's hard telling where the road will take him, but he'll be out there until he's either low on gas or the road has finally lulled him into sweet, sweet drowsiness.

On the rare occasion his drives don't work, he takes a blanket and lays on the haystack outside his horse's stall. Company is company, and sometimes a little shut-eye is worth the ache in his neck when he wakes up in the morning.

But the moment his significant other is in the room with him? He's out cold. He's out cold. He can spend an entire night struggling to sleep, only to fall asleep the moment he knows they're in the room.

That being said, it also works if he's not even in bed. One moment he's leaned against the fridge sipping his coffee, then you walk in, and he's sleeping standing up. He will stay like that if you let him.

Royal got Rhett into using tobacco when he was around fourteen, and Cecelia hated it so much that she offered to help Rhett buy the horse he had his heart set on in exchange for him quitting.

Now, he has a nervous habit of taking invisible dip out of his lip. It's the only thing he never broke himself out of doing, primarily because he hardly realizes he's doing it.

Rhett's got a sweet tooth bigger than he is. From sweet tea to just straight-up eating packets of sugar when he can't scavenge anything out of the pantry if it's sweet, he loves it. Royal and Perry give him hell for it, but Rhett drinks his coffee just as sweet as his tea.

He still has most of his childhood toys and stuffed animals. There's a box of toys beneath his bed, and those old, dusty plushies reside on the high shelf of his closet.

When he's drunk, Rhett gets his heart set on things. Sometimes he just wants a particular food; others, he wants a certain object. A rock he found on the floor, that obscurely tiny pen on the end of the table, the keychain he saw in the store two-weeks ago.

Once, he drunkenly wobbled all the way up the stairs and practically crawled under his bed because a conversation had reminded him of those old Power Rangers he used to play with.

May or may not have fallen asleep on the floor, with the toys scattered next to him and one clutched in his hand.

Doesn't speak unless you directly address him, especially in group settings. Sometimes Rhett gets so content with listening that he just...forgets that he can contribute to the conversation.

It's relatively easy to bring Rhett to tears; he's the first to get glassy-eyed during a sad movie, and his heart breaks a little when it comes time to send the cattle off to market. But it takes years of trust for him to let you see those tears, and even then, he tries to deny it.

Secretly very talented in welding. He took the classes as a high school elective, and it's a skill that's morphed into a hobby. On the rare instance that he has free time, Rhett's busy welding scrap metal together. The attic is filled with boxes upon boxes of trinkets he's made; do you want a tractor made out of a bunch of junk nuts and bolts? He's got plenty.

Sometimes? He just? Winds up on the floor? One minute he's supposed to be working, the next, he's lying on your kitchen floor. He usually doesn't know why, either; he just felt like being there.

Chews on the inside of his cheek when he's nervous. If it's quiet enough, you can usually hear the soft clicking of his teeth as he does it.

Confident when he's out in the country, shy puppy dog anywhere else. He's oozing confidence when he's out in those old fields, from tagging calves to dodging their pissed-off mommas, but the moment you take him away from what he's familiar with? His tail is between his legs. Quiet, glued to your side, and following your lead.

Always does this thing where he crouches and gets surprised when the spurs on his boots dig into his ass. Twenty years of wearing them, and he still hasn't learned.

Absolutely got in trouble for not taking his spurs off when he was in high school. He just forgets they're there until someone makes a comment.

[holylottie]

aching bones, aching teeth [06]

masterlist [socials and TW's]

PAIRING — Lottie Matthews x fem!reader

CHAPTER SINOPSIS — Lottie always gets more than she can have.

NOTE — english is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes you might find. Please read the tw's first! Thank you for reading :)

1996

You stood still at the lake. Shauna tried to take you back to the cabin but to no avail, you couldn't bring yourself to move, to think.

You cursed god, got mad at the divine and, consequently, got mad at Lottie. How could she allow such a thing, how could she not know?

Your clothes were wet as you kept yourself sitting on the holy lake — as holy as a sin could be —  crying, sobbing loudly. You couldn't scream, your sobs weren't filled with sounds, but they were filled with a new-found hurt: you just entered a new life, a life without Laura, without her sweet words and thoughtful prayers. You didn't hear Natalie arriving, but you felt her steady hands on your shoulders, she pulled you up, holding you with a tight grip while silent.

You didn't bother to speak. 

She helped you change your soaked clothes and she made you lay down on the floor, next to an almost sleep Lottie. You two stared at each other, sharing a pain no one else in the cabin could understand. 

Lottie reaches out for your hand — you give it to her —, holding your lamb plushie on the other. 

Sleep comes slowly, a calm slumber.

But when you wake up, you are terrified. 

However, you embrace the tears and make a friendship with the fear, you did not mind the nightmare. There, Laura was alive. 

— All okay, Tiq? — Shauna stared at you, from across the room, giving you a gentle tiny smile.

You knew she only meant to be nice, but to someone even consider the possibility of you answering yes, it was devastating, horrifying. Nothing would ever be okay.

You nod, anyway, getting up and putting your mattress on top of Charlotte.

It’s way later than when you normally wake up, but you suppose the girls gave you all a break since the last events. Your stomach is aching for food, and you have to hold onto the walls to not fall when you start to walk.

Shauna and you went outside, and she looked at the leaves you had bring to the girls, their taste was horrible, and there weren’t many of them, but it was better than sleeping on an empty stomach. 

— I don’t think I would ever say that, but I do miss cutting meat. 

You giggle at Shauna’s remark, your eyes drifting off to Jackie, sitting a few steps away from you two. Shauna’s eyes were on her too.

— Do you think this will end someday?

— Everything does eventually, Tiq. In a good or bad way… everything ends.

— You're harvesting then?!

Like a sinner, a nômade living on the consequences of Adam and Eve.

You hear Mari’s voice and your whole body gets on alert. You get up from your kneeling position, poorly trying to hide the little strawberry patch with your own legs.

She pulled you by the collar of your shirt, her face so close to yours that you could almost see the anger in her irises.

— it’s not for you. 

You simply say, filled with hate too, angry at her for finding out,angry at her for being angry at you.

— Oh, yeah for who’s it then For your teen crush, yn? 

Her voice is so bitter that your ears hurt. You hated arguments, you hated people arguing, especially at you.

— What makes Lottie more deserving of it than any of us? 

You stare at her, and then you laugh.

Silly stupid little Mari.

How could one’s own mind be so deeply wrong? How could one’s own mind compare themselves with something as big and holy as a god?

— When they grow, they will be mine and Akilah’s too.

As she said that, she left.

You felt the urge to step on all your work, to dig your fingers deep on the dirt and take all those seeds elsewhere. 

Of course you felt sad, everyone was thinking you all would die — and everyone was pretending to not care about the imminent death and only worry about the stupid ball. You weren’t mad because there was a ball, you were mad because everyone was suddenly losing hope. 

For you, the absence of hope was a death of the soul. Soon, the body would go too.

What was the point of life if you didn’t hope for things to get better? You wanted to cry, but who were you to deny an opportunity to dance with Lottie? To deny an opportunity to dance at all?

If there was one thing Lottie liked, it was watching the moon. She would sit by the window and concentrate so hard that she could almost hear it saying goodnight.

She didn't hear you arrive, you didn't announce yourself, but a snap of your mouth did. 

You smiled ungraciously and waved softly at her. Your furred ears costume had little ribbons on it, Lottie saw it as a sign: you were a gift from the wild to her.

— Why does your mom call you bambi? — you approached, leaning on the tree next to the girl and looking in the same direction as her.

— It's because I jump around when I'm excited. — Lottie smiled, looking at you; You were different, lighter. Maybe it was the mood of the upcoming party, nobody felt pressured to be someone different in the dark lights and upcoming death.

— What should I call you then? My deer? — you laughed, playing on the pun of dear and deer.

Lottie Matthews always knew what to say, making cheeky comments and being the outgoing type, but you took all her words, she could never finish a sentence, let alone a seductive one. 

Ignoring the way her heart was skipping a beat at being called "mine", she followed what was comfortable: concentrating on the joke. 

She liked hearing it. She didn't know if it was her instinct as an only child who was born without having to share, but the idea of being the only one to whom you felt comfortable enough to open up so much made her chest fill with pride. 

She tried to push aside her selfish thoughts of keeping what you said to herself.

— Have you ever read Sarah Ruhl? In one of her short stories, she tells about a great American surgeon called Halsted. He was married to a nurse whom he loved very much. One day Halsted noticed that his wife's hands were red when she came back from surgery. — you were so enthusiastic, explaining everything with such joy, how could she remember and know so many general and random facts? How could Lottie pay attention to her costume when all she could do was stare at your lips? — And then he invented rubber gloves. For her. Sarah said it was one of medicine's great love stories, talking about how the difference is made out of love.

Lottie stared at her, smiling and vaguely remembering reading something about the construction of love. She knew that her feelings for you were big enough to make her invent something as good as gloves. Even if at the moment it was something as small as a party.

— Do you think everyone is going to have a love story this good? Or does the universe choose a few lucky people at random, Lotts? — you thought out loud, then laughed mockingly and denied it, asking her to let it go. Lottie smiled, handing you a box.

You had to hold back tears when you opened it and saw a tiara made out of leaves and flowers. You smiled happily.

You couldn't form words, so you just hugged her tightly.

— Your antlers are a bit too big — you laughed.

And Lottie felt the inspiration of a scientist.

2021

You loved gardening. 

Everything you did in the mud, came back in some way. All your efforts would eventually lead to something, it didn’t had any subjectivity on it, it was simple and clear: plant it, take care of it and receive it. 

You had a notebook to note every single one of your seeds and gardening cares, some tips and even pictures of your most beloved ones. However, your favorite of it all was, without a doubt, your strawberry patch.

It was so incredibly taken care of, strawberries as red as blood, leaves as green as hope. You would sit there, putting water, take off bugs with delicate fingers and eat a fruit straight from the patch.

— I never liked strawberries too much, most of them don’t taste like anything.

Laura said, playing with one of the ladybugs.

Or, rather, Laura’s ghost said. Today, she felt adventurous, following you outside of your house. Her clothes dripped water, and her neck was burned by flames. It was an unusual sight — that was already usual to you.

— You can’t know they all taste like that if you don’t eat all of them. 

— That’s stupid — she giggles, shaking her head — you don’t need to know everything to hate it.

You smiled, taking off your gloves and smiling at her.

— I was never able to see the crickets; I used to get so deeply upset about it… — You confessed, your face holding a nostalgic smile; It was a strange action in Laura’s point of view: you were so young, what could you have in the past to be longed for? — Until one day a cricket got into my room and I ran away… I’m afraid that once a person truly sees something, she will wish to go back and never see anything at all. like you, with a strawberry.

You shake your head, it was funny, confess sins to a ghost. 

There was a whole life in those woods, hungry and harvest, misery and tragedy and hope, and there was birth and death.

And it's hard because you can't kill the person you were in that lifetime, but you also can't still be her. So there's just this ghost of yourself lurking over your shoulder, despising your every move, watching you sin.

— And guess what, Laura: tomorrow when I wake up, I'll have a wonderful day, and when I put my head on my pillow to sleep, I'll think again: how much happier I would've been if I had been doing this at seventeen.

When on the stage, you felt a flower fall on your feet, you got down and picked it up, recognizing it as a white lily. 

You didn’t see her right away, but you felt it.

Your soul was being pulled toward hers and then your eyes went to find her, looking non-stop for someone who would make your breath stop.

Twenty five years later, and you would still recognize her blind. You would still acknowledge her presence even if all your senses were compromised, for you would only be you if there was the flame of your love for lottie inside your body.

You just hoped that the you’s of other universe’s had a more kind life to love her.

1996

The doomsday ball

You’ve never felt happier as you did when Lottie asked you to go as her date to the ball. Finally, the rainbow before the thunderstorm.

Your mother said that there were five hells — and that one of them was destined only for people like you, but you didn't care about that anymore. If hell were as warm as Charlotte's embrace, you would walk through the gates with a smile on her face.

You had always had many doubts about the Bible.

You read the verses, imagining yourself in the places of angels and heroes — even though the position of sinners, and those who sought mercy, always seemed more real to you (as if you had been born with your hands in prayer and your knees already scraped).

You looked at the saints, seeing them deprive themselves of their desires to finally find the way to God. You thought about what you wanted — Charlotte — and saw no difference between your desire and your destiny.

You smile, seeing everyone so pretty and happy, like things were supposed to be since the beginning. You take a deep breath, going to take a sip of your drink as you watch Van e Tai give a kiss.

A whole new world seems to show up in front of you.

A world of possibilities and wishes, of love and care.

A world where there were no sins, only passion.

— C'mon, dance with me! — Lottie’s arms were moving like tentacles, like a snake calling you to sin. 

Eager to please, you bit the apple. Your movements were too graceful for a party, you didn't know how to move without rules to follow, without an established pattern to be guided to.

One of Lottie's hands went to your left cheek, caressing it slightly while the other was holding a makeshift cigarette Natalie had made — you wondered what would burn more: the flame she was smoking or her touch. 

— You're just such a pretty little lamb, aren't you? 

Lottie’s tone was condescending, but she had a playful, even flirtatious smile for you — the look of a predator who knows how to tear every piece of his prey apart.

Lottie leans closer, her nose almost touching her lover's one. You could feel the warmth of her breath on your skin. Lottie pulls your body to her.

— I just can't hide how I feel... I want you so much. I've never wanted someone as much as you, darling... — she presses her lips together as she goes in to whisper something in your ear — Your heart is so sweet...

Lottie gets even closer, her voice barely audible: 

— I want to taste it.

And the closer she gets, the far away she seems. You don't know why, but the booze might have made your thoughts and vision unclear. 

You smile, giggling happily, your hips moving to the music playing inside your head.

Lottie’s mouth gets close, close to your chest and, having access to your skin by the cut of your dress, she licks your chest. Gently, at first, then eagerly, hungrily. Her mouth leaves hicks on your skin, you feel the blood being pulled and released and then you feel the first bite. Her teeth penetrate your skin. 

You cry out, but it's a muffed one, not out of pain, but out of relief. You get out of breath, your shaking hands going to her hair, caressing it.

While you felt your meat being taken away from you, while Lottie took what always had belonged to her, your mind was feverishing with thoughts, screaming confessions:  

I cannot confess anymore, it is not enough, I need to devour my sins, to let them perish from where they came from. 

Biting my tongue, I wish to bite my hand.

I want the marks, I need the flaws and claws and teeth teeth teeth

Lottie takes a step away, her eyes watery from the pleasure she had felt, her fingertips aching to touch you, her teeth aching for more. 

Her mouth was completely bloody, with your red ink falling down her chin. 

— You are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. 

You felt the urge to kiss Travis too, only to be able to feel Lottie's lips, but then Shauna kissed him and suddenly the thought made you sick. 

Your head was dizzy, you missed Laura. 

You sit out the ground of the cabin, not able to recognize faces or things, you can hear voices but none of them is clear. So you stay still, trying to understand why your vision was so blurred.

When your eyes truly open, you are alone. A deep fear settles onto your chest, and you start to breathe heavily, your lips quivering and bloody tears rolling down your face. You put your tongue out, tasting their salt flavor.

You did not pray that night, but you had a serious personal conversation with Jesus. You hoped he had good days, good enough to show him that life isn't just about dying for other people's sins.

[ultyso]

The Puppy and the Panda

SUMMARY: L has 23 days left to live and Matsuda wants to spend them all with him. Can Matsuda help him open up and have fun for these remaining days or will L end up wallowing in his lonesome? (Loosely based on movie ending where L wins)

Warnings: Eventual Character Death

Rating: Teen

Pairings: L x Matsuda

Main tags: Major Character Death • Slow Burn • Friends to Lovers • L Wins • Hanging Out • Tsundere L • Touch Starved L • Holding Hands • Kissing • Pining • Fluff and Angst • Plushies • Emotional Hurt/Comfort • Name-Calling • Teasing • Coping • Demiromantic L • Mentions of Death • annoyance to lovers

🐶-Chapter 4: Fall for me please? - Day 6-🐼

Chapter Summary: - Day 6 - Matsuda takes L where he finds it most beautiful to him. Little does L know it’s beautiful here because it reflects himself. (Referencing TeamLabs in Japan)

Word Count: 3,793

Matsuda was elated when L did arrive at his home. He was so worried that the end of yesterday’s event would cause L to not show up. He smiled brightly at him, “I ordered tickets yesterday. Narrowly missed getting them.” He giggles, “It’s a pretty popular spot and mornings are the best time to go.”

L felt a little conflicted. He had time to relax and regain himself from yesterday’s debacle. He would vow that he would ignore those blasted hands of his from this point onwards. Per his research, It had to be touch starvation. That’s all there was to it. Nothing related to Matsuda himself. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to go to the aquarium again, hmm?”

Matsuda scoffs, “No. You said you didn’t want to go there so I’m not gonna push that.”

“Then?”

Matsuda taps his foot impatiently as he crosses his arms, “Just let it be a surprise. Don’t need you looking into it ahead of time.”

“Someone is sour this morning.”

“Sour?” He pouts, “I’m not trying to be…I just want you to have fun…”

“Why do you care so much about this?”

“Because! I already told you before.” He frowns further and sits down, “You’re my friend. I want your last days to be filled with happiness. With no regrets. That you don’t go out with a whimper…you know?”

L just looks at him unfazed by the older man, “You don’t get to dictate that. I can choose, myself, how I go out.”

“I know that!” He furrows his brows. “Maybe…It’s just closure for me…Call it selfish but…” he looks up at him with watery eyes, “I always looked up to you and I only want you to be happy. I don’t want you hurting…”

“I will be hurting as I will be dying soon…” The detective rubbed his neck, a little uncomfortable.

“Sorry…” he whispers. “If you want to leave, I understand. I’m not trying to force you into anything…I’m sorry I came across that way…I just wanted to have fun with you is all…You’re my friend…I…” he looks down at the floor, trying to calm himself.

“Idiot.”

Matsuda doesn’t respond, still looking down at the floor.

L groans and heads to the door, putting his hand to the door knob.

Matsuda flinches slightly in his seat. This was it. He messed it up. L was going to leave because he came on too strong. His desire for connection was too much and it made L upset. Made L uncomfortable. What a fool he’s been. He only thought of himself and not enough of L’s feelings.

“Idiot.” He spoke again louder.

Matsuda slowly lifted his head, “Go ahead. I won’t stop you.”

L rolls his eyes, “These tickets are for the morning, yes? If we leave too late they’ll be useless.”

“Huh..?”

“Matsuda I know you are fairly daft, but not that daft.”

Matsuda pouted and stood up, “Hey! Stop picking on me…”

L sighed and walked over to him and grabbed Matsuda’s sleeve. He wanted to say something but he couldn’t get the words out. He held on tighter to the end of the sleeve as if proving a point.

Matsuda looked at him with teary eyes. A pitiful display. “You don’t have to—“

“Enough. You want me to have fun, so let’s have fun.”

“But you—“

“Let’s go.”

Matsuda bites his lip, conflicted. “Just…please tell me you want to do this because you want to…not just because of me…?”

“I want to do this because of you.”

“No…I’m not forcing you to—“

L holds on tighter to Matsuda’s sleeve. “We are friends . Friends hang out.” He drags him to the door. “I wish to hang out with my friend .”

Matsuda gasps, “Y-you mean it?”

Why did Matsuda have to be so impossible? L groans again, “Yes. Now get moving already.”

Matsuda smiles and wipes his eyes, “Thank you, Ryuzaki.”

The two head out to the location Matsuda had planned. It wasn’t a very long train ride so they arrived right on time.

“This is what you consider beautiful?” He looks at this white building with an already bustling line.

“Inside, there’s a room I really like. I think you’ll like it too.” He has L follow him to get in line.

“Here I thought you would find some nature spot or a picture of Miss Amane on a billboard.”

“Ugh! What?” He whines, “I’m trying to be creative here. You didn’t want the park.” He crosses his arms.

“So you would have taken me again to the park if not for my dismissal of it?”

“No! I’m capable of thinking of other places too…”

L laughs softly at Matsuda’s little tantrum, “Then this place better appear as beautiful as you suggest.”

“It will!”

The two wait on for a little while longer as the line slowly moves on. They hand the woman at the register their tickets and they finally get into the exhibit area. They are instructed to put their shoes into a locker which makes L a little intrigued, “I won’t have to wear shoes?”

“Mhm! So it should feel a little more comfy, right?”

L put a finger to his lip, “Yes. It will.”

“Over here.”

They walk over to a dark hallway they are instructed to head towards that has a ramp with water flowing.

“What is…this?”

“It’s to wash your feet before getting into the exhibit. It’ll be okay.” He reassures as he walks up it.

L reluctantly follows. As the water gently runs along his feet, he walks quicker up it, due to the sensation.

They reach the top and are given towels to dry their soaking feet, to which then the duo move off to the side to sit down to wipe them. “It’ll be a bit of a sensory experience. So let me know if it gets too much for you, okay?” Matsuda finishes drying off his feet.

L nods as he holds his own towel, “I see. Very well.”

Matsuda gently takes the towel out of L’s hands. “Here, let me.” L raises his leg up and Matsuda gently rubs his feet dry. “Those damn hands.” L thought to himself, having to look away.

“Oh, am I rubbing too hard?” He pauses.

“You’re fine…” he mumbles, continuing to look away.

“O-okay. Your other foot, please?”

L drops the one foot and slowly raises his other, scrunching his toes a little.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes. Now hurry up.” He mutters again.

The older man gently dries his other foot and gives it a pat when he’s done, “Are you ticklish?”

“I don’t know.” He moves his foot back.

“Oh, I just figured since you looked away the whole time…”

L stands up, dismissing, “Let’s move on then.”

“R-right!” He stands up, “Now mind yourself on the next area. You can hold my arm if you need to.”

“Cheeky aren’t we?”

“W-what? I-I didn’t mean it like that! It’s just, it’s dark and I don’t want you to trip, honest.”

L peers at him but follows him along. As they walk further down the hall, it feels almost like the floor gives away on him. He hastily grabs onto Matsuda’s arm to support himself.

“See, I warned you.” He giggles as he helps support him. “It’s okay.”

“What kind of bizarre contraption—“ Then it hit him. How close he was pressed to Matsuda as he clinged to his arm. He quickly let go and tried to see in the darkness, testing the waters with his feet to make sure he wouldn’t embarrass himself again.

They eventually make it past where string lights illuminate the walls and reflect off the mirrored floors. L looks around, “How peculiar…” He walks further along. It was something different. Something he has never experienced before. He turned to look at Matsuda who was displaying a big smile as he was looking around. He looked at L and walked closer, “Pretty, huh?”

“I suppose.” He inhales and walks a little further ahead but Matsuda only encroaches on the space as he walks back to him, “The next room has some water so it’s best you roll up for your pants.” He points at them.

“Just what kind of place is this…?”

“An art exhibit!” He crouches and looks up at L. “May I?”

L looks away, “Fine. Make it quick.”

Matsuda then takes L’s pant legs and rolls them up, showing off his slim pale limbs. “Okay, that feel okay?”

“I suppose.”

“Suppose seems to be the word of the hour.” He laughs softly.

L grumbles and walks onward. Why was Matsuda like this? What is his deal? The further he moves on the quicker he gets to a room filled with rainbow lights illuminating the floor. The floor is filled with water and a haze like fog surrounding it. He looks down at his feet and sees projected Koi swimming around them. He scrunches his toes slightly.

Matsuda catches up to him, “You doing okay?”

“Must you keep asking that question?” He huffs.

“Sorry, I just want to make sure…This has a lot going on and—“

“If you are so concerned, why take me to a place such as this?”

“Cause it’s someplace I find really pretty but it’s a sensory experience so—“

“You worry too much.” He walks on.

“So you’re—“

“If you ask that one more time…” He groans.

“Sorry…” he sheepishly responds. He just wanted things to be fun with L and here he is pissing him off. He got silent and walked a tad slower. It’s best to just give him his space.

There was silence with them for a while as L watched the fake fish swim about. It truly was a bizarre experience but he didn’t fully hate it. He walks onwards to the next room. Large colorful balls illuminating the area. It looked endless with all the mirrors surrounding them.

“Touch one.” Matsuda pointed to it.

L hesitantly poked at it, causing it to change from blue to purple. “Interesting…”

Matsuda smiled and poked it a few times. The colors change across the spectrum with each poke. “Pretty neat, huh?”

L looks around the room, then to the next corridor. “Let’s move on.”

“Oh? Okay.” He frowned a little. Was L not enjoying himself? He thought maybe it would have been fun but the sensory aspect of it probably was too much. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

They get into the next room that is full of mirrors and dangling crystal-like lights. L looked at himself and noticed every small detail about himself. One he never thought much about. Just how deeply exhausted he looked. How curved his spine was. How fluffed and all over the place his hair was. He looked so disheveled. He took a peak at Matsuda through the mirrors. He was standing upright, unlike himself. Slim but not as much as himself. His hair, neatly combed. And…that bright smile that once adorned his face was filled with worry instead. “What’s with that look?”

“I…Do you hate this…? Being here?” He looked as if he could curl into himself any second.

“No, I don’t. You think too much about things. Surprising for you.” He teases.

“Yeah…you’re right.” He whispers and runs his hand through his hair.

“I never realized how off-putting I appear.” He looks back at his reflection.

“You’re not off-putting, please.” He scoffs and walks up behind him. “Yeah, you could use more sleep but—“ he cuts himself off and shakes his head. “You’re fine as is.” He smiles. You’re so cute. If only you could see yourself like I do. You’re what makes this exhibit beautiful. Seeing your reflections spread across the room. If only…

“If you say so.” He shrugs and turns away to head to the next corridor. Matsuda seems to be walking slower and slower as they reach the next section. It’s a garden area that leads them outside. They’re given some slippers to put on while they walk around the area. The sweet scent of flowers fills the air the further in they walk around.

In this little garden were many grassy hills with some sort of metal egg like contraptions sitting atop them.

“Ryuzaki, over here.” Matsuda points to a specific area filled with lots of plants and a mirrored floor. L follows over and as soon as he steps on the mirrored floor, the flowers and vines raise up. He blinks a little taken aback when suddenly he hears a click. He turns his head to look.

“Just one picture.” He says with a pleading face as he holds up a camera. “I promise to never share it.”

L looks away, “I won’t be around long anyways…”

“Ryuzaki…” he frowns and lowers the camera.

“Friends should have life long memories, yes? Photographs can ensure they are never forgotten, correct?”

“I…” Matsuda clears his throat, deciding to be honest and blunt. “I don’t want to forget you. Not now or ever.”

L tilts his head. “You don’t?”

Another click. “You’re the most interesting guy I’ve ever met. I don’t want to ever forget you.”

“Interesting?” He chuckles. “You are something else.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“I’ll leave that for you to decide.” His eyes trace the flowers all hanging up, attempting to find the words. “Would…”

“Would what?”

“Would you like…a picture of us together?”

Matsuda grins and nods enthusiastically, “I’d love that!” He walks next to L and points the camera at the both of them. “Say cheese!”

L inhales again. He’s so close. Why was he feeling odd? It’s just this idiotic Matsuda…No need to be apprehensive. He doesn’t have an evil bone in his body—Oh…is that what this is? As the camera clicks he’s brought back to reality. Matsuda brings the camera over and looks at the picture. He laughs so cutely as he points to L, “You’re supposed to look forward, not at me. Silly.”

L pushes the camera away. “I have never taken a photo before.” He mumbles in a half-truth. He was not planning to ever tell him it’s because he noticed why he is letting Matsuda be around him so much. As if an epiphany. Matsuda was safe. He bore no threats. The man never made him see any red flags or alarms. He was just a simple man. Simple. He shook his head. No. It was nothing. Nothing at all. “Is that the end of the exhibit?” He clambers on.

“Oh, yeah.” He points to the exit. “Let’s get our shoes.”

The two head back to the lockers and grab their shoes. “Was it…fun?”

“It was alright.”

“Just alright?” He pouts as he finishes putting his shoes on.

“No need to sulk.” He walks with Matsuda out of the building.

“I just want you to have fun…”

“You’re such a people pleaser.”

“Eh!? N-No I’m not.”

“The constant need for validation. Constant worry that leads to frequent apologies. Needing to avoid conflict. Just to name a few.”

Matsuda grows silent and walks slower. “Am…I really…?”

“It seems to tally up as such but I am no psychologist.” He hums, “I want cake.”

“Oh uh…we can go to the café nearby.” He shuffles a little.

L turns around, “Come on now.”

Matsuda stops and holds his own arm, worry plastered all over his face yet again. L sighs and grabs Matsuda’s sleeve. “I don’t see why you want my approval so badly…you’ve always been needy for it. Think there is a reason why I don’t give into that?”

“What is the reason…?”

“You need to learn to be independent and think for yourself. If you believe you did good, then believe it. Be confident in yourself. You don’t need others to validate you.”

“But…it feels comforting…knowing I didn’t mess up…”

“Tell me. Where does this stem from? Who caused you to feel such a way? A parent? It would not be uncommon…”

The older man looks down at the ground. He felt so ashamed. L was scrutinizing him now. “Doesn’t matter. Let’s just go get your cake—“

L holds onto Matsuda’s sleeve firmly. “It’s clearly affecting you. Out with it.”

“Why do you care? You never cared before.” He tugs his arm free and walks quicker ahead.

“Idiot…” he grumbles and catches up to him, walking in front of the door. “Because we’re friends , yes?”

Matsuda scoffs, “You don’t really think that.”

L sighs and turns to open the door. “Idiot…You just don’t get it.” He walks over to the cashier and looks up at the menu. Matsuda heads over to a booth and sits down, clearly despondent.

When L walks over with two cakes in hand he slides one of the cakes over to him, not saying a word. He sits down at the opposite end and begins eating his own.

Matsuda looks at the cake and grabs the fork, twirling it in his hand. “It’s…It’s true…” he whispers.

“What is?” He hums as he continues to eat.

“The relationship with my parents. It’s always been rocky.”

“That much was evident.”

He drops his fork and starts to sniffle, “Can you not be an ass for once, please?”

L pauses eating and looks at him, “Is there something wrong with being honest?”

“No, but you could be kinder about it. You always make fun of me and insult me. I’m tired of it! You treated me like shit for long enough! I tried to befriend you. To understand you. And…and…and! All you do is hate me. All the time!” He gets up from his seat. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this. I’m too much of a nuisance to you, after all.”

“Touta…”

“We don’t have to hang out anymore. Sorry for being such a bother to you. For wanting to be your friend…”

L gets up and takes hold of the back of Matsuda’s jacket. “I’m sorry…I’ll…be better. Don’t…go.” He whispers softly, feeling a bit anxious in admitting any sort of vulnerability to him.

Matsuda gasps at the sudden grabbing of his jacket and cranes his neck to look at him, “W-why…?”

“I don’t hate you. You just are a bit foolish with things…and while it irates me…Touta is a welcomed presence…”

He turns himself around, “Wait…really…?”

“Yes…I’m not good with these sorts of things…I’m used to being alone. I keep myself protected from others. Not letting them in.”

“You were pretty open with Light…”

“I also kicked him around and knew he was Kira. I did what I needed to get closer to him.” .

Various customers started to look their way so L stepped back a little. “Anyways…” he gestured to the cake. “Let’s finish then?”

“Right…” he sits back down and pokes at his cake. “I didn’t expect you to grab me…Thought you weren’t a touchy feely kinda guy.”

“I’m not. I just didn’t know how else to convey something dumbed down enough for you…That…I do welcome your presence.” He says even softer.

“Aww jeez.” He purses lips for a moment. “Fine, fine.”

The two eat away at their cake til it’s all finished.

“Did you have anywhere else planned for today?”

“Oh…no I didn’t. Sorry.” He looks at him sheepishly.

“No need to fret.” He gets up. “Then, I suppose it’s time to head out then.”

Matsuda nods and looks at L’s hands. He shakes the thought out and opens the door for him. “Did you have anything in mind for today?”

“I suppose I would just go back for the rest of the day.”

“Really? Just by yourself?”

“I still have some loose ends elsewhere.”

“Oh…I could accompany you?”

“If you feel it necessary.”

“Okay!” He chimes and heads with L on the train en route back to HQ. “It’s a bit cramped in here today.” He blushes as he’s squished close to L in the train car

“It is…”

“I’m not trying to bump you, sorry if I do!”

“You get frazzled too easily. I’ll be fine.”

“R-right.” He blushes more as he looks at L and then away. He’s never been this up close to L before. He wanted to look more at those marvelous big grey eyes of his but he couldn’t manage too. It flustered him and made his heart race. “If only…If only.” He thought to himself.

The doors to their final stop open and the two are able to get out of the claustrophobic nightmare. “Phew, that was a bit rough.”

“I hope you won’t be too distracting…” L says as they head back into HQ.

“I’ll be so quiet you won’t even know I’m here.” He makes a lock motion with his hands to his lips.

“What I like to hear.” He sits down in his chair and logs in. Typing away at something.

Matsuda walks around reminiscing about the case. When he believed Light was still innocent. When things were different. The little banter they’d all have. While the case was stressful, it brought him many fond memories. He wished things could have been in better times. A world where Light wasn’t dead. Wasn’t Kira. Where L wasn’t having to suffer this unbreakable fate. He didn’t want to be alone. Sure, there were the task force members, but none did he hold in such high prestigate more than Light and L. To think he’d be losing the other so soon. So soon. He wasn’t ready for it. Each day that passes by was just another reminder. Another reminder of L disappearing from his life. It was selfish, but these little excursions with L partly gave him a way to cope. Being able to make fond memories with the man he cherished more than anything. He wished he could utter three little words to him but knew it wasn’t wise. L clearly held no regard for such feelings in return. Yet, his heart still ached for more. If only. If only. Could he ever love me like I love him?

“Touta?”

“Huh, yeah?”

“It’s getting pretty late. It would be wise for you to head home for the night.”

Matsuda looked at his watch and then floundered up to him, “That many hours passed already?”

“It seems you’ve been in deep thought about something. Though, I cannot surmise what. Perhaps we can discuss it tomorrow?”

“N-no. No need. But I should. Uhm…goodnight, Ryuzaki.” He wanted to kiss his head but that would go too far, so he merely smiled and headed out.

On his way home, the thoughts raced more in his head. Ryuzaki. Ryuzaki. Ryuzaki. I don’t want to let you go. Ryuzaki….Why have I fallen so hopelessly in love with you even more? You berated me so much…but today…The way you looked at me. You said I was a welcomed presence to you…Are you warming up to me, Ryuzaki?

⬅️ Chapter 3 | Chapter 5 🔜

[irltsukumo]

🫐⭐️ Seitarou Tanabata *—v

HEADCANONS (pt. 1)

- Unlabeled. He uses He/They pronouns and he kinda just loves and doesn’t really put a label behind it :)

- They’re dating Hitoshi Sugoroku and Houdzuki Sanzou!

- He plays the acoustic guitar in a band with Hitoshi and Houdzuki. They only share a few hours per months where they are both off from work at the same time, so they meet to play at Houdzuki’s house whenever they can.

- They play in Houdzuki’s basement, and Noriko always comes down and asks Seitarou everything about acoustic guitar because she’s always wanted to learn. Seitarou took the time to teach her a few chords and Noriko bought a guitar of her own!

- Is really bad at baking. He’s attempted the same raspberry cookies 4 times to bring to tea parties and they’ve all unfortunately blown up (basically)

- He’s vegetarian. He really wants to be vegan but isn’t committed to it yet (probably because he has a soft spot for flavored milk ^^)

- He’s very close to his family. When he comes home from work late at night, his ponytails barely still held up. He changes into one of those huge Huggles (fluffy blanket hoodie that literally touches the floor) and jumps face first into the pile of plushies on his bed. They’re mom knocks on his door and slowly peeks her head in.

- “.. How was wo—“

“awfuuuul :(“

“What happened this time?”

“.. i don’t wanna talk about it right now.”

- Five minutes later he’ll hobble down the stairs in his hoodie and start ranting to his mom about being bullied by Cell 13.

- Seitarou is actually kinda close to Tsukumo, since he’s the only one who actually respects him. They hang out often and Tsukumo even lets Seitarou rant so they can share they’re annoyance of Cell 13!!

- Seitarou’s family suggests they invite his coworkers over one day in the summer. Seitarou’s hesitant, but wants to return his thanks to Yamato and Hajime. (the event ends horribly, Yamato’s horse tips the grill over and sets their grass and tablecloth on fire. they’re not allowed over again.)

- Seitarou knows a lot about hair and helps Nico with his, usually on the days his hair texture is off from his illness and it becomes unmanageable.

[mintskiez]

Please Don't Leave

Hi, here's a bittersweet little fanfic based on the aftermath the latest episode. All of them are traumatized but it's going to be okay. This is for all my homies who just need a hug. 

CW: Swearing, brief mention of blood, child abuse, and guns (nothing more dramatic than the canon show) 

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Some days are better than others. Some days you wake up at 9AM to the sound of a painfully off-key four year old singing to an NHK kids program, the distant clatter of cutlery, and the smell of pancakes. Some days the sunlight spills over the peony scented sheets like gold and you let the calm swallow you whole. 

Today is not one of those days.Today is one of those days where you wake up in a cold sweat, heaving on the bathroom floor. The tiles had drained all warmth from your body. The prickly gash in your arm has bled through the tensor bandage and is now staining the sterile white porcelain of the bathtub. You forgot to turn off those sickly greenish lights again. Serves you right for staying up three nights buzzed off of energy drinks with a loaded glock at your side. You wish you had saved more on your energy bill so you wouldn’t have to see your gaunt feverish reflection in the mirror. 

‘Clean it up—“ you hear in your father’s voice. It sounds dangerously close. The tension in those words is so tight it feels like it’s inches from making contact with your skin. Shakily you erase any trace of your stay in this room.

‘Miri.'

You silently pace down the hall. Gentle on the heel and breathe through your mouth slowly so you don’t make a sound. You’ve memorized where the floorboards creek and where they hold your weight without complaint. Gently you push the pads of your fingers into the sticker and crayon covered door before slipping your head in. The cat clock is ticking away methodically. It’s 2:08 AM. You watch the lump of pink pyjamas and messy brown hair with bated breath. Your shoulders ease an inch when your confirm the rise and fall of her chest. She groans and mumbles something before rolling over to face you.

'She’s safe.' You scold yourself mentally. 'Go back to your post.’

That’s when she opens her big brown eyes and screams. You jolt and step backwards. Your footing is lost on a discarded heap of laundry resting on the hardwood floor. Your head makes contact with the threshold. Stars. Suddenly the whimpers hidden behind a quilted shield becomes uncontrollable wailing. 

Within moments you hear sheets being thrown down the hall and the slam of a bedroom door. Kazuki sprints down the hall within seconds with a baseball bat over his shoulder, hair as wild as his bleary stare. You lock eyes. He slowly lowers his weapon, tosses it to the side, and starts hissing exasperated remarks before bursting into Miri’s bedroom and flipping on the light switch. “Papa, there’s a monster—“ Miri chokes.Kazuki sighs and meets her embrace with a firm bear hug. “Miri, there is no monster—"

‘Monster.' You only catch the tail end of what Kazuki says because you’re already halfway down the hall. 

   He finds you an hour later on the balcony. He’s likely lulled her back to sleep and replaced himself with several plushies to get here. The cool air and calming scent of tobacco has reduced rigors to a fine tremor. It’s peaceful for a moment as you watch the flickering lights over the bridge and the faraway sound of the river flowing. Another drag of a cigarette steadies your uneven breathing. Kazuki knows better than to rest a hand on your shoulder right now and you are grateful for it. Instead he joins you at the railing.    

“Kyu-chan called.” Kazuki said softly. “Is this why you gave us these?” He slipped a couple plane tickets, forged passports, and an envelope of cash out from his dressing gown and waved it listlessly over the three story drop.    

“You two don’t deserve this.” You murmur. You don’t deserve to get hurt because of me.    

Kazuki gave a bitter laugh. “Is this why you’ve been so eager on chores and taking Miri to school lately? You’re playing hero?” You turn to him a little shocked. “Miri didn’t deserve the parents she was given. I didn’t deserve to lose my wife and unborn child. You didn’t deserve to be abused and turned into a child soldier.”    

“I—“     

"Do you know what we do deserve, Rei?” He barks. “We deserve this stupid little family. I don’t care how much I suck at our job or how much you suck at being a civilian, I would die to keep it. You are fucking insane if you think I’m going to leave you!”    

You stare, something sadder than a scream trying to escape your paralyzed tongue. A raw, beaten, and longing part of you lamely lifts a hand to reach for him. Within seconds you’re holding onto each other for dear life. Kazuki’s shaky breathing is muffled into your shoulder. You can feel the steadying beat of his heart against your ribs. One hand is woven through your hair and another drawing circles into your back. All you can do is squeeze him tighter.

Somehow you both make it to the living room. Kazuki pulls two chairs between the sofa and coffee table before reinforcing them with couch cushions. Everything is moving in slow motion, slipping between your fingers like water. It’s only when he returns from the hall with a blanket that you start to question the scene unfolding in front of you.     

“What are you doing?”    

“Making a pillow fort,” he huffs.     

“Why?”    

Kazuki looks at his work with a solemn smile. “When Miri does it she always seems happier.”    

Before you can comment he’s already dragging you by the shirt collar and crawling inside. It’s cramped, dangerously soft, and the little lamp between covers the fleece ceiling with a maple syrup hue. You sink into the cushions a bit before someone draws up your sleeve and starts working on the shoddy dressing. You’re too exhausted to protest.    

“You were bleeding on the floor, dumbass.” He scolds. “How long were you planning to hide this?”    

You shrug halfheartedly. He pours saline over the gash. You clench your jaw. By the time the blood has been dabbed away with gauze, the edges taped together, and a thick pad of cotton is slapped overtop, you’re nodding off. You wonder if there is another reality where you two met as children and sat in a pillow fort together.     

You don’t realize that he left until you hear the ticking on the gas burner and the clunk of the kettle. A needy insecure part of you wants to call him back. Instead of pushing it down as usual, you think of what he said on the balcony and feel a little more at ease. It’s not long before you are both sitting shoulder to shoulder with warm herbal tea in your hands. It’s raspberry, lavender, and camomile, with honey, of course.     

That’s when you hear footsteps.     

The floorboards groan.         

The hair stands on the back of your neck.     

A shadow looms over the fleece roof of the pillow fort.         

That’s when a drowsy Miri appears with a strawberry print blanket trailing behind her. She whines about Kazuki-papa leaving before crawling into your lap. Kazuki appears relieved but a little offended.    

“Rei-papa,” she yawns. “You’re not a monster. I’m sorry.” You gently brush her bangs out of her eyes. “When mama gets sad, she leaves. Please don’t leave.”     

There is that creeping feeling in your throat again. She nuzzles her porcelain cheek into your chest and grips balls up the grey fabric in her tiny hands. Neither you or Kazuki say it aloud but raising Miri has become a kind of healing. For Kazuki, it's moving on. It's becoming the father he was so excited about becoming before it was all taken away. For you it's learning the patience and kindness that you were never entitled to. Suddenly the numbness of blue screens and cigarette smoke falls away with a sober realization: you could lose what you thought were never worthy of. 

You curl into her little fragile body and feel your bones start to shake. You don’t realize how hard you're biting back tears until you taste metal. Kazuki envelopes both of you like the giant space heater he is. Maybe it’s the weight on your mind or Kazuki’s stupid pec crushing your aching arm but years of self loathing, guilt, and anger start to spill out in tears racing down your cheeks. It’s so overwhelming your stomach collapses into itself and all you can do is gasp for air. Startled, Miri starts bawling too. It takes twenty minutes of gentle rocking, whispered words of reassurance, and wiping away tears but the tide of your breath turns slow and littered with hiccups. You forget the feeling that catharsis forced out of you and float in that cotton headspace a bit while smoothing out the cowlicks on your daughter’s head.     

“I’m sorry I made Rei-papa cry…” Miri sobs.    

“No!” You blurt out. The thought of letting her carry that guilt makes you queasy.     

Kazuki sighs and cups her face with one hand. “Miri, sometimes people need to cry but they don’t feel safe enough to do it.” He explains. “Then all that sad and angry makes you sick and you forget how to smile.”    

Miri sniffs and lets out a meek but thoughtful “oh".     

“That’s why we need family,” he announces. Oh god, not another inspirational rant. “So we don’t get emotionally constipated!”    

Miri knocks her head to the side. “What’s a con-stah-pated?"    

Kazuki cackles. You elbow him in the side. He pulls both of you down with a dramatic roar into the cushions in retaliation. Miri squeaks and giggles. She looks up at you with equally red and puffy eyes, slaps her grubby fingers on your cheek, and smiles. It’s incredibly effective.    

“I’m not leaving.”    

“Promise?”    

“Promise.”

   The next day you wake up from a dreamless sleep. Hazy shadows slowly come into focus. You hear the noisy little inhales and exhales of a child pressed into your shoulder. Your forehead is warm against a man’s stubbly jaw. The refrigerator hums and somewhere far away there are sparrows singing. Shards of rose and orange morning light dance across the blanket canvas protecting all of you. All of the tension wound up in your back has come undone. The pain in your arm is dull and distant. Your eyes start to grow heavy again. Next time you wake up it's 9AM, there’s a painfully off-key four year old singing to an NHK kids program, the table is being set, and you smell pancakes.

[mobbothetrue]

Weird dream. I was myself, visiting the library of my childhood. I wanted to ask them if they still had the comics I liked to read, but the main entrance wasn’t working.

I wound up using a tiny spiral staircase that took me up to the second floor, which meant I had to work my way down to reception instead of starting there. As I did, I realized that a lot had changed— namely, there was suddenly So Much Pokemon Stuff. I stopped for a bit next to one shelf that had 100% guides for every Pokémon game and a bunch of Pokémon plushies. It was explained to me that one librarian in particular was very passionate about completing Pokémon games, and believed everyone should do it.

I finally got to reception, and it was pretty busy— run by three tiny old ladies, who seemed somewhat out of their depths using computers. One looked up at me, smiled, and said “I’m sorry dear, we can’t help you right now, the computer network is too busy.” I nodded, took about three steps away, and then did a swift about face and came back. I explained my purpose— asking if they still had those comics, and ended up watching her extremely slowly peck away at a keyboard in an effort to find out for me. Her name was Shea. She insisted on starting every search by typing ‘Shea wants to know’ into Google. Google, of course, did not know if this one library had these specific comics.

Eventually I suggested she show me to where’s the comics were kept, and I’d look myself. She agreed.

I don’t know where I am. Everything is cold and foggy. I’m cold. Why am I cold. Something above me hisses “there’s intruders,” and I watch as a long, serpentine beast whips away into the fog. Also, I’m not me anymore. I’m Leo RiseOfTheTeenageMutantNinjaTurtles.

I’m also not alone. Casey— specifically future Casey, is sitting in front of me, face filled with concern, reaching out. “I’m so cold,” I tell him, as I take his hand. “I’m so cold.”

Touching him, I become a little more aware. The fog begins to recede. He’s speaking urgently on the phone with someone— “do the gesture,” they urge, “try doing the gesture.”

He traces his fingers over mine, and I recognize it as something my family came up with after the prison dimension, to help me tell what’s real. The fog is gone. I’m not cold. Casey isn’t on the phone, but my brothers are here— I just couldn’t see them before.

I look at Mikey, first. There are several Mikeys. Everyone is acting like this is normal. The other Mikeys aren’t reacting like they can be seen. I look at Raph, same thing, except all the other Raphs are shorter. I look at Donnie. There is a vague haze of purple behind him that suggests more Donnie’s but I cannot look at them, I cannot look away from Donnie’s face, because he’s suddenly so anime. Like, he’s turned into one of those gags where someone’s face is drawn overly glittery and handsome. This fills me with a primal dread and terror so strong I wake up instantly

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I dreamt. we were camping in the woods in cabins but one of the buildings was like a furniture store inside but still had that log cabin look and we were supposed to pick out one (1) thing for it yo furnish our cabin (like animal crossing pocket camp except not) and while I was browsing (there were some seal plushies and lamps I was interested in, one of the lamps was like… fish… like a standing floor lamp that had two rods that ended shaped like fish but where the head would’ve been were the lights) I saw. a bear. and I was like OH SHIT & it started coming near me and I was like OH SHIT!!!! so at first I ran but then I was like wait no I’m not supposed to run and I’m especially not supposed to turn my back on it so I tried waving my arms and yelling but then ANOTHER bear showed up and at first I thought it was the mother but I realized it was too small but I still started running and screaming for help (this is still in the furniture store) and then someone did show up and since we were both yelling and screaming the bears got intimidated. Since I was freaked out I jumped onto the person’s back 1) so we could look bigger, but mostly 2) I was So So Scared and wanted to be carried. Then we chased the bears out (we were joined by sister and another person) and found out there was a closed door in the fence so we opened it and drove them through it and closed the fence (now that I’m awake I don’t think it was a bear safe fence, it was just one of those normal wire fences) and we were like ‘phew’ and debriefing each other and how the bears couldve gotten in since the fence wasn’t open and then. a car drive through the fence. it came from our side and drove right through and left a big hole in the fence and there were fence pieces everywhere. and sister or one of the two people who joined was like ‘well. [event at nearby building outside the campground] starts at 1. looks like they made it.’ and another person was like ‘guess that’s how the bears got in’ I was like. THE BEARS. we have to fix this fence if we tie the pieces back to the fence we can at least cover the holes. and then sister (who was holding a parasol? like an antique looking one with hooked handle, a lacquered bamboo look) was basically like no no we should rest we’re worn out, we won’t be able to do it as well, it’s like I like hearing you sing but I haven’t asked you to sing because I knew you were tired :) and I was like aww thanks :) THE FUCKING BEARS??? but we couldn’t fix the fence so we left, but two other people joined our group (?). one of them was a guy with a hyperrealistic bear cub… thing. pushie? figurine? Hand puppet? He used it to give me ice cream mochi. he said it was for the bear traps he and the other guy was setting up and at first I felt relieved but when I saw the trap it was like. bear cub facsimile in one of those clear plastic gift bags and stuck to a tree. and internally I was like well I *guess* it could be a distraction to bait the bear to a certain area to get them into position for the actual trap. but I was starting to get skeptical about his bear trapping qualification. anyway I should get back to reading golden kamuy

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Recalled • Part 3 • 21 - Roland

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TW: SUBSTANCE ABUSE AND ABUSIVE HOUSEHOLD BULLSHIT

Arriving back home the house is quiet, too quiet. Roland watches as Lilian runs into his room to pick up the shark plushie, once she picks it up she runs to her room shutting the door. Roland goes to the kitchen, he looks across from the counter into the dining room, and his mother sits there, waiting for him. As much as Roland loves his mother, he could understand that while his stepfather was physically abusive, his mother was verbally abusive. There’s a sour look in her eyes, as Roland approaches her, he looks back to the counter, there’s alcohol sitting in the corner. ‘Great, she’s drunk.’ He thinks, his mother sits at the end of the table, so sits at the other side. 

“Why don’t you sit a bit closer dear.” His mother says drowsily, she pushes the chair out beside her, but it leans over so much that it falls to the ground. Roland flinches at the thud.

“Have you been drinking mom?” Roland questions. 

“Oh I was just so worried when I couldn’t find you or Lilian, and you know the booze helped take my mind off of these things.” She giggles, and her face suddenly drops. “Where is Lili?” 

“She’s in her room,” Roland confirms.

“Oh, good.”

Roland makes space between him and his mother, “Why don’t I get you some water.” He goes to the cupboard and grabs a glass to fill up at the sink, he shoulder checks, making sure she hasn’t moved. “You know, I think I’ve had enough to drink dear.” His mom tells him. 

“But if you had a glass of water, and sobered up a little, maybe Lilian will come out of her room.”

Cindy’s face crunches. “Don’t guilt me, Roland.”

“I’m not, she doesn’t like it when you’re drunk, I didn’t even tell her to go to her room. She just knew you’d be intoxicated.”

“I don’t like when you use those big words with me. For being such a delinquent son, you sure are a smartass.” Cindy rises from her chair, approaching Roland. Roland doesn’t move an inch, but he sure as hell feels like running. “What did you even do while you were out? You better not have bought those painkillers so you can overdose on them!” She yells. Roland walks backwards out of the kitchen into the living room, still looking his mother in the eyes. 

“No, I just took her to see my friends, that’s all.” 

“Oh, right your friends, tell me, is the girl who trespassed on our property last night one of your friends?”

“I let her come over.” He fibbed.

“Did you? Because I heard your loud scream on the security camera outside your bedroom window.”

“You put what outside my bedroom window?!”

“A SECURITY CAMERA!” she yells, trying to swing for Roland’s face. Her eyebrows twitch as a face of pure rage forms. “Sometimes I regret ever recalling yo-” She starts to gag. Roland rushes her outside with the glass of water. As he starts to hear her dry heave he scurries back inside and locks the door on her. He takes a deep breath before heading back to the kitchen. He puts the chair back up in the dining room. 

Going over to the pantry he grabs a jar of peanut butter and goes to the counter to grab a banana and four slices of bread. He starts making peanut butter and banana sandwiches as his mother screams at him from the backyard to let her in. He ignores her, instead going over to Lilian’s room with the sandwiches. 

“May I come in?” He asks. The door creaks open ever so slightly, Lilian pokes her eyeball out, and then only does she let Roland in. She shuts the door behind him and locks it from the inside, before he was unwound, Roland could only ever dream of being able to lock his bedroom door with his stepdad noticing. Lilian grabs hold of one of the sandwiches, she then sits down crisscrossing her legs on the floor, she ushers Roland to sit down with her. 

“Mom hasn’t drunk since the divorce,” She confessed, she looked Roland in the eyes. “Why would she start again now?”

“Maybe she’s just stressed out, maybe I'm stressing her out,” Roland admitted. “I should have texted her before we started running.”

“I think your friends' lives matter more than our location.”

“Both are equally important, I might need to know that my friends are safe, but mom needs to know that we're safe.”

Lilian takes a few bites of her sandwich. “I think you’re a better mom than her, I feel bad for saying that, but I know it’s true.”

“That’s surprising, considering my influences.” Roland allows himself to dwell on his past for a bit. His real father is in jail, probably unwound by now, His mother, drinks to cope, and she’s pretty judgemental, his step-father Roland can’t even begin to explain how much he hated his step-father. There were other influences too, Cleaver was probably the closest thing Roland to a good parental figure, until Connor had to go explain that he was the one behind the five golden stars’ deaths in his half-assed apology. Sonia, the mad dragon lady, her basement was terrible, it was so dusty and dirty, perfect for hiding AWOLs, but Roland was pretty sure he lost half his mind down there. 

He finishes up his sandwich and heads for the door, “I’m gonna go check on mom.” He gets up and stretches his back to the best of his ability. 

Walking out of Lilian’s room and hearing her lock her door again he goes to peek his head out the backyard door. His mom sits there solemnly on the deck steps, looking out into the lawn.

“Did you drink the water?” He asks her, she picks up the empty glass and waves it at him, she doesn’t move her head away from the lawn. 

There’s the putrid smell of alcohol-induced vomit in the air as Roland walks over to the new garden bed that wraps around the side of the deck. He picks up one of the small rocks separating the mulch from the grass, he walks over to the side of the house with his bedroom window on it. Spotting the camera he aims and throws the rock at the camera, the camera bounces off the gate into the lawn. Roland picks back up the rock and sets it back in its place. 

“What were you doing over there?” Roland looks at his mom, she’s still a little woozy.

“Nothing, just looking at the flowers, they’re nice.” Roland ignores the patch of flowers that clearly has puke in it. 

“Lilian and I made that bed a few weeks ago, I wish you had come home earlier, you could’ve helped.” Her face drops again, “I’m sorry about what I said earlier, I didn’t mean it.”

“You don’t mean a lot of things,” Roland affirmed. 

“Is, that what you think?”

“Well, you don’t have the best track record.”

Cindy taps the deck to get Roland to sit with her, he doesn’t, but he does move closer. 

“I worry about you, so much, you’re not like you used to be.”

“I think that’s a good thing.”

“It’s not even your behaviour, it’s the way you hold yourself, are you sure they didn’t mess up your back stitching?”

Roland sighs, “It must’ve gotten worse during two years of inactivity. But hey! I actually got prescribed pain meds, so that’s a plus.”

“I worry about your friends too, I don’t like you hanging out with trespassers.”

“She only came here because she didn’t have a way to contact me, I didn’t exactly make it easier for her by shouting at her to fuck off when she knocked at the door.”

His mom chuckles. “I used to remember when the Girl Scouts would come over in the spring and fall, you and Lilian were so young, you’d hurl meaningless insults at the girls, and eventually they did it back.”

Roland lets out a small ‘hah’ “Why did we do that?”

“You got it from your father, solicitors weren't like the ones we have here where he was from. I still remember running after him as he berated a poor woman at the door, she was selling something from a pyramid scheme, but still.”

Roland hums and his mother looks back over at him.

“I want you to feel safe here, this is your home after all, is there anything I can do for you?”

“Get rid of the alcohol, it’ll do you, Lilian, and I some good.”

His mom huffs and rises from the deck stairs, she stumbles inside to the counter, grabbing the bottle and others from the cabinet, she takes all of them, and starts pouring them down the garbage disposal in the drain.

“Does this make you happy?” She glares at him.

“It really does.”

“This cost a lot of money.”

“Emergency medical care costs more.”

His mom breaks eye contact with him after hearing the morbid implication spill from his mouth.

Roland spots Lilian coming out of her room, “Is she okay now?” She whispers, Roland nods. Lilian steps closer, keeping Roland as a barrier between her and her mom. 

Roland grabs a garbage bag from under the sink and his mom gently puts the bottles into it, he steps out of the house and puts the bag outside into the recycling. As much as his mom is a little annoyed that her alcohol is gone, Roland is going to make sure this household has a good future.