#writing a lil oneshot rn

[ingo-ingoing-ingone]

Okay since I am probably. Gonna be the first to write about this ship, I am decreeing the pokemon ship name for Depot Agent Jackie x Depot Agent Furze to be GhostTrainShipping thank you very much

[mossy-covered-bones]

I am not immune to going batshit over barely-there symbolism in a minecraft series

[nebulous-tundra]

for my next longfic(that i've been plannin on writing since before i even started IOY) i have to reread the entirety of Homestuck while taking constant notes on ANY alternian lore mentioned(plus taking screenshots/making gifs on any part that even remotely pertains to Eridan) and part of me is looking forward to it but also i know it's gonna take so freakin long orz

at least I'll be able to get a couple oneshots out in that time though

[aria0fgold]

Yaknow what? I'll just post my lil isat au fic here instead. After I eat.

[fishwear]

okay im ruminating what to do for st femslash week. im half and half working on two ronance fics right now that could easily fall under came back wrong trope/monsters but the way theyre shaping up right now I know that are going to be long fics. and theres just no way i could possibly finish them in time or honor them how i want to.

SO. i think im gonna do little AUs of them! just because im so fixated on them and i am a big gay loser and a slave to the passions (the blorbos) etc.

[kellyscowboy]

Whispers but I have important newsie questions

yes!! i'm happy to answer:))

[dramatic-dolphin]

The niskwa have a system that superficially resembles earthlike sexual binary: two sexes are required for reproduction and one of them carries the fetus in their body for an amount of time. The thing is, the niskwa go through sexual maturity twice; the first time, at the end of childhood, they become the sex analogous to male, and at the second stage, in mid-adulthood, they once again go through a similar process, becoming the sex more similar to female.

Family structures vary wildly between their many cultures. In some, it's the job of the father to raise children, in some, it falls to the mother, and in some, it falls to the previous children of the mother, from when she was in her previous stage of life.

(Yes, they end up using human-analogous words and pronouns when speaking to humans, in a sort "if it fits, it fits" philosophy. They don't really get our concept of gender though, very understandably.)

every time I see a fictional alien race inexplicably have human-like sexual dimorphism or a concept of male and female, I make up a new species with cool alien gender and/or sex out of spite. but then I never actually do anything with them :(

[izukusjuicythighs]

bkdk fics i read because was it ever casual

Horikoshi keeps feeding us bkdk crumbs like wtf??at this point they HAVE to be canon bkdk hospital kiss confirmed I was izukus freckle ALSO IM KINDA IN A BLOCK RN whenever I finish a fic my yappin brain always has something to say but rn its real quiet so uh🤡

left me no choice(but to stay here forever)

summary: Izuku learns early on in life that the people he loves will always leave him.

So when Kacchan asks him to be his boyfriend, Izuku kisses him and starts grieving for the inevitable.

words: 6,925

chapters: 3/4(updating)

notes: im quite aware that its a bitchy move to inflict pain on ppl but jm gonna do it anyways lol READ THIS AND WEEP I literally wanted to gorge my heart out and then slap all of my love into izuku idk it evokes complicated feelings??normally hate reading unfinished fics BUT THIS!!gave me a life changing experience within 7000words dammit

be my good luck charm

summary: See, the thing is, Midoriya Izuku had been born with a curse. It’s not a curse that’s particularly visible. He doesn’t have horns, or a tortured face, and it’s not the kind of silly curse like a friend of his had way down south in Diagnor, wherein the girl had been born without the ability to say the word duck. Midoriya Izuku is just extremely unlucky.

(Or the AU in which Izuku's the world's unluckiest traveling merchant, and Katsuki is someone who may be able to help him. For a price, that is.)

words: 6785

chapters: 1/1

notes: cute lil oneshot for yall cuz mha fans r in dire need of fluff rn yknow why🤭 how to date a hottie101 by bkg: set ur crush on fire to show ur undying love(WRITE IT DOWN WRITE IT DOWN)

Barberries and Variegated Knotweeds

summary: The Fight Another Day Agreement is a required legal document for all professional heroes. In the event of a life-threatening injury and the hero and their proxies are unable to respond on their behalf, medical professionals may do whatever it takes to keep the hero alive.

For Izuku, whatever it takes means removing flowers from his lungs, forcing him to forget about the love of his life. The aftermath leaves Izuku bewildered at the sight of a man with spiky blond hair and red eyes the color of Japanese barberries.

words: 19,286

chapters: 4/4

notes: YET ANOTHER HANAHAKI FIC WITH IZUKU WHUMP I just love seeing my favs go through it🤠I've read so many hanahaki fics ud think I'd be used to it but NOPE THIS SHIT HAD ME ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT was ready to downgrade 1 dimension to solve this shitstorm myself

If It's You

summary: “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” Katsuki said. “You did not just ask me—me—to try and date your loser step-brother.”

He wasn’t even going to say Deku’s name out loud. Wasn’t giving him the time of day, even in a conversation about him. That weird awkward virgin was not worth his precious time, and certainly not what Kirishima was suggesting.

“But Bakugouuu,” Kirishima wailed, hanging off Katsuki’s arm with monster meathead jock strength. “My dad said I can’t date if Deku doesn’t date. Do you understand what that means?”

“Less chance of knocking someone up and creating more of you in the world?”

words: 16,863

chapters: 1/1

notes: 10 things I hate about you but make it bkdk I LOVE THIS SHIT angsty dramatic misunderstanding high school aus are my JAM also somewhat gives off from the sidelines vibes so if ur into that defo read

Down the Red Line

summary: His mom is the first person to know about it. She finds out when Izuku asks ( in a very cute three-year-old way) why can’t he see the red line that connected him to Kacchan in the last picture they've taken. The one where they were about to enter Kindergarten on their first day.

"Red line?"

"Yeah, Mamma. This," Little Izuku says, raising his pinky finger to show her the thing tied to it.

Izuku has been able to see the red strings of fate since birth. It's no surprise that his is connected to Katsuki.

words: 7,804

chapters: 1/1

notes: one of my absolute favs since 2021 MAKES ME SO FUKCIN MAD I have to put my phone down and contemplate life for a few mjns while reading it but it's so good??my red string is tied to thjs fic pls

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

LAWD.. I CANT BELIEVE I JUST SAW UR STAN X READER X KYLE FANFIC.. ACTUALLY KICKING MY FEET GETTIMG BUTTERFLIESSS UR WRITING ...>>>>>>

lil request!! could you maybe do a threesome with kenny and kyle? living for them rn 🙏

- 🏩 anon !!

hi! im sorry but since i have been pretty unmotivated lately this is going to be oneshots. i just really want to clear out my submissions inbox because i hate keeping you guys waiting!!! anyways, thank you sm my love for all the support♡!!.

Threesomes with Kenny and Kyle are pretty rare because they don't like sharing you, but when they happen... lord.

They love to overstimulate you together (only thing they like doing together because they find that the other just gets in the way).

Like Kyle will be going down on you while Kenny whispers those taboo comments into your ears as he plays with your nipples.

"'s too much..!" You arch your back and your shoulders press into Kenny's chest as he pinches your nipples and kisses your neck.

You make grabby hands to latch onto Kyle's red hair as he continues to lick at your puffy, overstimulated cunt.

"It's too much baby? Aw poor thing.." Kenny would chuckle and continue to tease and play with you.

Afterwards they'll cuddle you and watch a movie with you (naked ofc). They love skin to skin contact with you and will squeeze you right between both of them.

[bearwithegg]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Tagged by my beautiful moonchild @venomnyx

A lil sneak peak of my Jordan Li x F!reader oneshot, the vibe is Black Cat Partner and their weird plant gf. I still have SO much to write (Im fighting imposter syndrome rn) This reader goes out to all my gentle souls out there જ⁀➴ ♡

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And then you noticed their, quite frankly, foul mood and the first thing you did was thrust a ceramic pot aptly labeled ‘Larry’ in their hands that housed a Venus Fly Trap, “Hold Larry — you’ll feel better.” You said to them, eyes still twinkling with kindness yet voice firm and unwavering. (Even then you still sounded so nice — unfuckingbelievable.)

They argued, because of course they did, “I’m not holding the plant,” their voice was flat and they looked at you a little incredulously as if you were weird — you were, but that was neither here nor there.

“Larry,” you politely corrected, “he’s really funny and a good listener.”

It was a fucking plant, they thought, frown still etched into their face and a scoff falls from their lips, how does a plant even listen?

“Take him — you’re dripping negative energy all over my plants and they don’t like it,” you held out the pot with that look on your face that said ‘don’t test me’ and they didn't, surprisingly. Biting their tongue, humouring you and taking the plant even if they thought it was stupid.

Eyes cast down at the little mouths of ‘Larry’ and wondering how doing this made any sane person feel better. Obviously the plant wasn't going to talk to them, but with how weird you were they almost expected it to.

They had been so focused on how stupid they felt they forgot to be annoyed… So maybe the damn plant did help, not that they'd say it outloud or ever for that matter.

And then you smiled, again, head tilted to the side with that glimmer of pure kindness evident in your eyes, “feel better?” Voice even more gentle than your hands as you slowly take the pot from their fingers and place it back on the desk.

“He thinks you have issues but don't take it too personally, he thinks the same about me.”

They scoffed at that remark and the rest was history.

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I don’t have tags but if you come across this and feel my spiritual being possess you to post a WIP then please DO જ⁀➴ ♡

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

Sjklfjgdfjlkgjfd slightly changing my plan because actually i don't really have time to write updates for my current wips and do it justice so imma shuffle things around and do a couple of oneshots insteaed, but we're still on track and that's what counts!!

Really excited for Bechloe Week I won't lie, and not just because I have almost 6 out of 8 written, but because this is the most writing I've done in SO long and I've really missed doing it 🥹🥹

[darkness-follows]

YOOOAOOAOAOAOA

The Boyd crowder multi part fic im working on rn

GAHAHAHAHAGAFAGAH

Sorry im a lil excited.

I'll give you a lil hint......

CITY PRIMEVAL

SPOILER ⬇️ 🚫

Maybeeeee consider watching season 1 Episode 8 of Justified: City Primeval to prepare for this oneshot.

You can even skip the entire Show and half the last episode.

Skip to min 36:00 if you like.

Kiss kiss bye bye.

A lil treat for the people who HAVE already seen it:

Or the Babes who just don't give a damn haha

Credit:

Comment please if you wish to be tagged! (I gotta start saving yall somewhere lmfao)

Update. Posted.

Here:

[girlboypersonthingy]

Uhm hey…Yeah so….worst summer everrrrr. Sorry I disappeared for a bit yall. Just been a lot on my plate recently and summer is always tough for me. I guess you could say this is when the seasonal depression hits for me and I become deeply unmotivated and chronically exhausted. I still have like 60 requests waiting for me…and hopefully this doesn’t upset anyone but I think I might filter through them all, maybe choose the asks I feel most motivated to write…? I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed with how many requests I have rn and I want to maybe write out of order from when they’re sent in, or even delete a few requests I just don’t feel up to writing. Is that bad…? I feel bad…Idk, but I’m gonna try to slowly ease back into writing so give me lotsssss of time and patience plz. ❤️‍🩹 I’ve already started in on another lil oneshot from my reqs and I can’t wait to share it with yall. I miss u guys so much.

Also, wtf I gained nearly 100 followers since my last post like ??? Okay thanks, congrats on me doing absolutely nothing. Sorry to my followers but also thanks?

[hexhomos]

HI! hope your day is treating you well, i’ve been interested in doomreed for some time but cape comics are sort of daunting to me just because there’s so much content and i really don’t know where to begin. what do you suggest? thank you!

STRAIGHT OUT THE GATE ill say, read [ "My Dinner With Doom" ] (this is a rly high-qual upload, open it up on desktop!)

It's a key issue oneshot with a lil bit of backstory retelling, featuring a private dinner that happens in the 00's - a good entrance point if you're curious about doomreed in summarization + generally speaking a Real Good Comic overall.

LONG POST INCOMING THIS IS A LONG POST / click readmore

the fantastic four are one of marvel's darling old founding teams so there is pretty much... endless archival, ongoing, multimedia and games content popping up all the time.

They are also kinda one of the rare teams where the growth of the characters is consistent? The kids are allowed to grow older and events from every major run are carried/referenced by the next author so if you want to do chronological there's a lot of incentive and fun stuff.

If you wanna dip your toes into the F4 as a concept, check out:

*the #1 issue of Fantastic Four By Waid & Wieringo (1997) *Mythos: Fantastic Four (2007) [ *The FF (1994) movie that is up for free on youtube!! ] *Fantastic Four (2022) by Ryan North as the current ongoing!

(Some) Singles centered on Doom/Doomreed:

*Fantastic Four (1961) Annual 2 is Doom's original backstory issue *Marvel Two-in-One (2017) by Zdarsky issue #11 & Annual #1 are both crazy good but they spoil big events/conclusions from previous runs if u care abt that!!! (My current fav fic came from these issues.) *Doomgate (novel) by Jeffrey Lang is a good option if you want something that is mostly prose, instead of a comic or movie

NOW BEFORE YOU JUMP AHEAD WITH ANYTHING I *am* following [ this reading guide ] which breaks down specific issues relevant to their relationship as a line through all the different authors over the years.

[ There's also this 2021 guide w/ a few other story/AU highlights! The author said u can send the blog questions and theyll answer too ]

The 'Modern era' (late 90s/00s/10s/Now) Starts with Waid and McDuffie's stuff. The latter wrote My Dinner with Doom!

If you're scared by all the names, don't be - when searching for the issues, just pay attention to the year, # number & author/artist creds.

What I'm reading/liveblogging rn is Hickman's Secret wars era, generally regarded as yaoi ketamine; It's a good epic narrative entrance point if you want to jump into it, and it eventually led into this huge marvel event that changed the multiverse and even brought miles morales into the main timeline, so its BIG and it happened in multiple books - the best way to go about it is;

Pre-hickman:

Fantastic Four (1961) #551 #552 #553 ➡️ (these introduce main ideas we will touch again in secret wars)

Fantastic Four (1961) #558 to #562 ➡️

Doom appears in these too, first/last issues more heavily. Stuff here will be ref'd during the next era.

If you're having fun and want to keep reading you can! Just know that the next storyarc has gathered a largely mixed response bc..... its Millar going hammywammy....... not that necessary.......

anyway when you see hickmans name in the cover STOP and

Jump to actual Hickman secret wars era:

Fantastic Four by Jonathan Hickman: The complete collection➡️

(optional, side plot) If you like Val + Doom, read specifically; *Fantastic Four (2014) #3 & #5 + Fantastic Four Annual (2014) #1 *Agent of Asgard #6 & #7 *Avengers World (2014) #15 & #16

New Avengers (2013) ➡️ check issues on picture, or, if you're a completionist, look for 'Avengers by Jonathan Hickman; complete collection' and skim for the doom/reed relevant bits. There's a lot of characters here but this is a buildup to the big secret wars. Secret Wars (2015) ➡️ (All issues!) Infamous Iron Man (2016) ➡️bendis' doom writing is not very good but hang in there because right after him: Marvel 2-In-One (2017) ➡️ (All issues!) is a banger. Yaoi btw.

You can basically read all the future/past ones as listed, or starting from the beginning of that author's period without worrying, bc they aren't as indebted to each other storywise.

You can also start somewhere else if you want or check out other single issues on the reading guides; It's not a crime! There's a lot of stuff with different takes and genres, I'm slowly chipping away at the secret wars era bc its just very thick and like a serious television drama attempt, except its also insanely funny sometimes.

(I'm still making my way through it so that's what I have at the moment!)

[bearlylogic]

Nightmares (chreon oneshot)

pairing: leon x chris

summary: Leon has a nightmare, and Chris has to help him go back to sleep-- despite his protests.

word count: 2.7k

tags: nightmares, emotional hurt/comfort

NOTE: long story short i made a writing blog but decided to keep it all under this blog buuuut i do wanna start writing more!! mostly re rn but i have some other stuff planned..

honestly if anyone who's reading this has any requests dont be afraid to send them in, i might consider writing a lil something, but no promises bc im scared of people and i take forever to write anything

but still :)

Chris wakes to a shout.

He sits up, heart racing, instinctively reaching for the lamp on the nightstand. Immediately he turns to Leon beside him— he’s thrashing wildly about in his sleep, clearly caught in the throes of some kind of panic. He makes another noise, like a wounded animal. It sounds wrong. 

Anxiety grips Chris’ spine. He moves cautiously towards Leon, settles a hand on his shoulder. He calls his name, trying to be heard over the sounds Leon is making. 

He continues thrashing.

Chris grows more frantic. He grabs both of Leon’s shoulders and shakes him, maybe a little too roughly for someone who’s not in their right mind, but he’s never seen the man like this before. Chris is about to shout Leon’s name again, louder, but the man’s eyes snap open wide. Breathing heavily, he lurches upright.

“Leon,” Chris breathes. “Jesus, I didn’t-”

Before he can finish speaking, Leon lashes out against him with a cry of terror. He blindly swings his fists in Chris’ direction. Chris scrambles to grab for his wrists, but the other man is relentless. His fist manages to connect with Chris’ cheek and he curses, clutching tenderly at his face.

He hears a loud thud and looks up to find that Leon is no longer in the bed— he’s fallen to the floor.

Leon blinks rapidly. He looks up at Chris, and recognition dawns on his face at last. Now that Chris is actually looking at his face, he realizes that there are tears streaking down Leon's cheeks. “Chris,” he chokes out around a sob. 

The aggression seizing his body just seconds before completely vanishes, and what remains on the ground is a trembling mess of a man tangled in bedsheets. He looks frighteningly small. 

Moving as slowly as he can, Chris drops down onto the floor next to Leon. He flinches but remains where he is, gasping for air. Chris doesn't say a word, but he reaches out to take Leon’s hand into his own. 

Chris listens in silence as he fights to get his breathing under control. Leon is gripping his hand hard, and it’s starting to hurt, but Chris just lets him.

“Hey,” he whispers. “Listen. Just breathe with me.”

Leon whimpers. “B-but I-”

“Shh. Just do it. Breathe in…” He inhales slowly, prompting Leon to do the same. “...and out.” He exhales just as slowly.

He does it over and over again, watching Leon, waiting patiently for him to calm. Eventually he does— his breathing slows to match Chris’, and his crying fades to intermittent sniffles. He heaves a world-bearing sigh and rakes a hand through his hair. “Fuck.”

Chris rubs his thumb against the side of Leon’s palm. “Okay now?”

He swallows hard. There’s still a slight hitch in his breathing. “I’m… I’m fine.”

“You sure? Because that- that seemed pretty bad.”

“It was. Felt so fucking real…”

Chris reaches out to draw Leon into his arms. Normally the man would’ve stiffened and pulled away, but now he just slumps forward against him, like he’s too exhausted to keep up his defenses. His head comes to rest on Chris’ shoulder

“I know,” he whispers, rubbing a palm soothingly up and down Leon’s back. “That’s the worst thing about nightmares, isn’t it?”

Leon nods against him.

“Do you… want to talk about it?”

He stiffens. Shakes his head.

“Okay,” he says gently. “That’s fine. We can just sit.”

Leon seems to be okay with this, because that’s exactly what they do. Chris holds him fast, listening to his breathing slowly return to normal. All of this has become a routine in some twisted way, he thinks— Leon waking up screaming, and Chris doing his best to comfort him and coax him back to sleep. Well, minus Leon getting physically violent during a nightmare; that had never happened before tonight. Chris’ cheek is still throbbing. Even in sleep Leon could sure throw a punch…

Chris glances up at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand. It’s a little past two in the morning.

“It’s late. You should try to go back to sleep.”

Leon leans back with his hands on Chris’ shoulders. “N-no, I can’t…”

His voice is high and desperate, cracking on the last word. Chris is so unfamiliar with hearing him like this, this terrified… Seeing Leon in this raw, unfiltered state feels almost wrong. Like a violation of his privacy. This, he knows, is the Leon that walls have been built around. The one that is hidden from the world.

“Okay, alright…” He grabs for one of his hands again. Squeezes it. “So what now?”

“I'm going to go sit on the couch,” Leon says. He briefly returns the pressure, then untangles himself from the sheets wrapped around his legs and stands. Without another word he's gone, out of the room, and Chris is left sitting alone on the floor beside the bed. 

…

“Thought you said you were going to sit on the couch.”

Leon looks up at him from where he’s seated in front of the couch on the floor. He’s watching something on the TV—  if Chris had to guess, The French Connection.

He doesn’t say anything, just leans his head back on the couch cushions and gazes at Chris. He really looks dreadful; dark circles shadowing his sunken eyes, frazzled hair, and a miserable expression on his face. It causes an almost physical ache in Chris’ chest.

“Can’t risk falling back asleep,” Leon says hoarsely.

Chris crosses the room and sits down on the couch. He pats the space next to him. “Sit with me.”

“Chris, please…”

“You don’t have to sleep. I just want you to sit with me.”

Leon huffs, but he picks himself up and sinks down next to Chris. He curls up against his side, resting his head on his shoulder. Chris slides an arm around him, tugging him closer. “There you go,” he murmurs warmly. He runs the palm of his hand up and down Leon’s arm. “That’s better.”

Time passes; they sit in silence. Chris continues to hold Leon, and eventually he hears his breathing begin to slow. Just when he thinks he’s fallen asleep, Leon jerks awake and sits up ramrod straight.

“Hey, hey, easy,” Chris says, still keeping his arm draped loosely around Leon’s middle. “Just relax, Leon. Jesus. You’re safe.”

Leon’s body remains rigid against him. “I’m not going back to sleep.”

Chris turns then, so he can take Leon’s face into his hands. He stares into his tired eyes. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“What do you mean?” He tries to pull away from Chris.

Chris sighs. “I mean, look at you. You’re run ragged. These nightmares you’re having… they’re affecting your sleep. Every time I try to talk to you about it, you brush it off. It worked at first, but… not anymore. Not now. Please, just talk to me, Leon. I… I’m worried. About you.”

He sees Leon swallow. The man looks away, unable all of a sudden to meet Chris’ gaze. He doesn’t speak, not for a long time; just sits there with his brow furrowed. His eyes glaze over like he’s gone to a different time and place, somewhere far away, and only his body remains in the present. Chris thumbs away the tears that begin to form at the outer corners of his eyes.

“It’s okay,” Chris says softly. “Hey, it’s alright. Let’s start small. I’ve noticed that maybe the nightmares have gotten worse… they have, haven’t they?”

After a pause, Leon seems to come back to himself a little and he nods. 

“What are they about?”

Leon sighs. His breath hitches in his throat. “It’s always the same one, over and over,” he whispers. “And it feels… it feels so fucking real every time. Especially tonight. I’m back in Raccoon City, and I just…” More tears drip down his cheeks onto Chris’ fingers. He breathes shakily. “I can’t escape it, Chris. Even when I’m asleep…”

Chris wraps him in a bear hug, holding a hand to the back of his head. Leon buries his face in the crook of his neck, weeping so silently that Chris might not be able to tell he's crying if not for the way that his shoulders jerk and shake. His arms are tight, desperate around Chris’ waist. A plea.

“I've got you,” Chris murmurs. He runs his fingers through Leon's sweat-soaked hair. “You're gonna be okay. I'm gonna get you help.”

Leon just whimpers. 

By the time Leon’s shoulders still, he's sagging against Chris. Exhausted. Nearly cried himself to sleep. Chris gently leans away from him with his hands on his shoulders. “What made it worse tonight?”

Leon wipes aggressively at his eyes with the collar of his shirt. He doesn’t meet Chris’ gaze. “It just felt more… realistic. The sights, the sounds, the smells… I-I was there, I swear I was. Woke up with my heart racing like I’d just ran a marathon.”

“Well, like I said, we’re gonna get this figured out. I promise.”

To Chris’ surprise, Leon laughs. It’s small and quiet, devoid of any humor, but it’s still strange. Chris tries to make eye contact with him. “What?”

Leon shakes his head, smiling bitterly. “There’s nothing to figure out.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

His expression darkens. “There’s nothing to figure out about me. This is the way things are going to be for the rest of my life. Not a single fucking day goes by that I don’t think about… about that night, and that’s never going to change. I’ve come to accept that.”

“Don’t say things like that.”

Leon drops the smile completely. “What, the truth?”

Chris sighs. “Listen, you’re exhausted. You’re not thinking straight. Maybe we should talk about this tomorrow. Just- what can I do right now to help you sleep?”

Leon glares at him like he’s about to keep arguing, but his gaze settles on Chris’ face. His expression shifts from miserable to concerned, and a crease appears between his brows. He reaches up to brush his fingertips over Chris’ cheek. “What happened to your face?”

Shit. Chris had nearly forgotten the way that Leon had come into the waking world with his teeth bared earlier. Leon must not remember, must not have been aware. He racks his mind for an explanation; he doesn’t know how Leon would react if he tells him the truth. It feels too late in the night for that kind of guilt.

He captures Leon’s hand in his own and gently rubs his thumb against his palm. “It was a stupid mistake. Don’t worry about it.”

“You’re a horrible liar, Chris. Tell me what happened. Did someone hit you?”

“I hit my face on a cabinet door earlier. Everything’s fine.”

Leon still doesn’t look convinced. “Does it hurt?”

“No. It doesn’t. Like I said, I’m fine.” He attempts a smile, but he can’t bring himself to make it reach his eyes.

Leon stares at his face a moment longer, then he leans forward to plant a kiss on Chris’ wounded cheek. It’s tender, and sappy, and not something he’d normally do. But it makes Chris’ stomach feel warm and fluttery. “If you say so,” Leon says quietly.

Chris wraps his arms around him again. “I think it’s time to try and get some rest again.”

“Chris…”

“You need to at least try.” He brushes some of Leon’s hair out of his face. “I know you don’t want to, but… you need sleep.”

Leon closes his eyes and sighs. His voice suddenly becomes very small. “I’m just going to have another nightmare and wake up again.”

“I’ll be here,” Chris whispers. “Just like I always am. I promise.”

Defeated, Leon slumps forward and bumps his forehead against Chris’ shoulder. “Fine.”

…

Chris had managed to coax Leon back into bed, despite the other man’s protests. He holds him from behind, his arms locked around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder. He’s surprised at how affectionate Leon is allowing him to be; he’s never been a touchy-feely person, to say the least.

Now, as they lay, Leon is restless. He keeps sighing, and Chris can feel him shifting around in his arms. This goes on for several minutes before Leon releases a frustrated grunt and huffs in resignation. “I can’t do this.”

Chris releases Leon’s squirming form so that he can shift onto his back. He pats his chest. “Alright. C’mere, lie down on me.”

Leon shakes his head; Chris can tell he’s getting frustrated. His eyes are wet. “Chris, I can’t. Nothing ever works. Once it happens I don’t go back to sleep.”

“Please? I have an idea.”

“It won’t work,” he mumbles. But Chris can hear the weariness in his voice. 

He reaches for one of Leon’s hands and tugs on it. “Humor me?”

After looking at Chris for a moment, Leon sighs heavily. He crawls towards him and collapses on top of him, his body a welcome weight against Chris’. But Chris can feel just how tense Leon is, how stiff his muscles are. It isn’t often that Chris holds him like this— he assumes it’s usually too much for Leon— but he knows that can’t be the only thing keeping him from relaxing.

“Good,” Chris murmurs, bringing his hands up to tangle his fingers in Leon’s hair. “Just loosen up a little. Take some deep breaths and unclench those muscles.”

He feels Leon’s chest rising and falling against his own. Leon does this for a few moments, trying to match Chris’. Eventually he does feel a bit less tense but Chris can tell he’s not settled down enough to sleep. 

“That’s it,” he praises softly. “Now listen closely and tell me what you hear.”

A few seconds of silence. Leon’s voice is quiet, small. “Your heartbeat.”

“Good. I want you to keep listening to that. Focus on it, count the beats.” He continues to play with his hair, gently twisting the locks around his fingers. 

After a while, Leon still hasn’t said anything and Chris begins to think he finally fell asleep. But then he speaks, his voice even softer and less audible than before. “I’m so tired,” he mumbles. 

“Go to sleep. I'm right here.”

He hears the quietest of sniffles. “I can’t. I… I’m afraid.”

Chris frowns, concerned. That’s something he never thought he’d hear come out of Leon’s mouth, ever. “Of what?”

“Going back to sleep,” he whispers tearfully. “I’m going to have the- the nightmare again, I know I will, Chris…”

The tone of his voice— desperate but exhausted at the same time—  hurts Chris’ heart. He stops playing with his hair to wrap his arms around him and squeeze him gently. He can feel his heart racing against his own chest. “Oh, Lee…”

He starts to cry again, shuddering against Chris. Only this time he isn’t as quiet. Ugly, choked noises come from him as he weeps, muffled by Chris’ t-shirt. His tears and snot soak through the fabric, but Chris couldn’t care less. He just holds him through the storm, rubbing his palm up and down Leon’s spine. He doesn’t know how long it goes on for. All he knows is that tonight he’s experienced a lot of firsts— one being hearing Leon actually cry. 

Eventually his sobs soften to just a tremble in his breathing. Chris continues holding him, rubbing his back, willing his weary soul to rest. “I don’t want to be afraid anymore,” Leon whispers hoarsely. “I want… I want to be able to sleep. To rest.”

Chris’ throat tightens. “You can. I promise you can.”

Leon yawns. “No,” he mumbles simply.

Chris doesn’t miss how much quieter Leon sounds, the overwhelming weariness in his voice. He sounds muted almost. But he decides not to call attention to it, just continues trying to comfort him using the gentlest tone he can muster. “Why not?”

“Because-“ Another yawn. “Because I have… nightmares.”

“Well, I think you can sleep,” Chris murmurs, playing gently with his hair again. “And I don’t think you’ll have any more nightmares tonight. In fact, I know you won’t. I can feel it.”

Leon answers with a noncommittal noise at the back of his throat. 

They lie there a moment, and Chris listens as Leon’s breathing begins to slow. He continues stroking Leon’s hair, holding him, comforting him. 

“Goodnight, Leon.”

“G’night,” he breathes. Chris can hardly hear him he’s so quiet.

The conversation lulls into silence. Leon goes completely still against Chris— he’s cried himself to sleep.

And, just like Chris had predicted, Leon doesn’t wake until morning.

[fushitoru]

spiderman gojo sounds too good of an idea to be a short series ngl I wish you would make it longer 😭 like sorry for being so greedy but you can always label spiderman fic as slow updates and focus on finishing bridgerton series first. I just wish spiderman gojo got like a full fledged series too :(

omg nonnie pls this is kinda funny to me rn bc its like 4am like i haven't even revealed the full plot of spiderman!gojo yet you might not want a whole series of that shit if it's a dumpster fire shit LOLOL

but don't worry! spiderman!gojo has a lot of lore as well as a lot of things to work through, but im just trying to make a sweet little (little = 25k words or something) oneshot and THEN create other events that address different aspects of gojo and reader, like how gojo constantly thinks he's putting you in danger, his conflicts with his responsibilities as spiderman, as well as you being a woman in stem who's always been in gojo's shadow. these things are not at the forefront of the one shot, but they provide ample opportunity for me to extrapolate upon in a string of following one shots/shorter fics.

if that's a lil disappointing im sorry pooks :(( ive kind of written a lot and i dont think i want to leave spiderman!gojo pending and have two series at the same time. also, im a horny author and instead of anons forcing me to write smut im the one who's actively forcing it down your throat (unapologetically) and i feel cock blocked that i cant have porn with feelings in bridgerton!gojo yet so that's spiderman!gojo :p

if it helps, i can kinda see myself writing fluff + other cute established relationship oneshots semi regularly for spiderman!gojo? i can't include everything that a lot of people love about the spiderman movies in this (otherwise this shit will be 50k) nor do i think im going to develop the academic rivals stuff enough to be resolved, so it has the lore of a hefty series w the shit i wanna do :33